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xjustakay · 3 months

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jegulus micro(?)fic — 2,213 words. nsfw; the ‘James-desperately-needs-something-in-his-mouth’ episode (dedicated to my dear darling @imdamagecontrol<3)

James’ hands flex in and out of fists behind his back, wrists straining against silk tied in a firm knot around them. In reality, if he squirmed enough he could probably worm his way out of the restraint, it’s just one of Regulus’ ties, after all. But that’s not really the point.

The point, actually, is that James needs this.

He’s been so stressed lately, juggling more than he can properly carry, and it’s started to weigh on him. Make him overwhelmed. Change his mood enough to be apparent. Typically, he does a good job at hiding it, but some days…

Some days the itch beneath his skin gets a little too insistent. Some days his tone turns clipped and his mannerisms become twitchy and all that he feels is suddenly visible.

And those days, well. Those days pile up, to the point that he needs a good break.

Regulus doesn’t particularly enjoy it when he lets himself get so deep in it —there’s been pointed comments about taking care of himself over the last couple days as he’s noticed progressive changes in James. So when James had come home today after yet another long one, feeling ready to tear right out of his own skin, he’d asked.

“Can you take care of me tonight?”

Once he’d made sure he understood what it was James was asking for, Regulus was quick to give him just what he needed. A loose hold at his throat, a level stare as he pulled him inches away from his face.

A promise between the lines of Regulus’ murmured, “Be good and wait for me.”

He’d waited on the floor at the foot of the bed for ten minutes after stripping down to just his briefs, knees twinging as he tried to balance his weight more comfortably. Then Regulus had come in, wordlessly giving him a once-over before he undressed. He’d muttered gentle praises when James had let him tug both arms behind his back, Regulus securing his tie around his wrists.

Now, a familiar hand brushes his cheek, trails down to his neck. Regulus thumbs at his Adam’s apple and James swallows beneath it, staring at the jut of Regulus’ hip bone where he stands in front of him.

“Alright?” Regulus checks, hand curling loosely around his throat, pulling him close again, just like earlier.

James inhales deeply where his nose presses right above Regulus’ navel. He leaves a gentle kiss there, nods his head. The hand at his throat tightens.

“Use your words,” Regulus instructs.

“I’m good.”

James traces his tongue downward, through the thin trail of dark hair that disappears beneath the waistband of Regulus’ briefs. He catches the elastic between his teeth, tugs at it, lets it snap back against porcelain skin. Ducking lower, James mouths at the outline of Regulus’ cock, tongue wetting the fabric and feeling the way he’s slowly filling out under the attention. Regulus allows it for a few seconds more, a low hum leaving him that has heat pooling low in James’ stomach.

The pressure at James’ throat shifts and Regulus’ fingers sink into his dark hair, grip slowly tightening, palm a solid weight at the nape of his neck. His other hand tucks beneath James’ chin, his head guided into tilting backward between the two. James blinks slow, looks up toward Regulus’ face from beneath his lashes. Breathes deep. Waits.

“What do you need tonight, James?” Regulus asks; his voice is honey, thick and sweet and dripping warmth down every groove of James’ spine.

He keeps James’ chin in the curl of his fingers but stretches his thumb to trace a slow circle around his mouth. He leaves it pressed against James’ bottom lip, James darting his tongue out at it for the briefest taste. One brow arches as Regulus looks down at him.

“Something in your mouth, maybe?”

When all James does his nod, Regulus tugs sharply at the back of his hair —an unspoken demand. James’ mouth drops open, a soft gasp between parted lips.

“Yes,” He whines. “Please.”

“There you go, baby, that’s so good,” Regulus hums.

James’ lips twitch helplessly when Regulus moves to readjust his glasses for him. It’s such a tiny gentleness, a common show of his care for him, no matter how out of place it may seem in a moment like this.

The fond appreciation that unfurls warmth in his chest is derailed in seconds by the shift of Regulus’ foot, nudging between his thighs, pressing. James’ eyelids flutter as he sucks in a shallow breath. His hips twitch forward against the barely-there pressure on his cock, hard and aching in his own briefs.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Regulus asks.

He tugs at James’ hair again to jerk his head back further, presses his foot more firmly between his legs. James is already starting to feel dizzy with it; the waiting, the care, the teasing, all building into a burning buzz that’s much more pleasant than the anxious itch that’s bothered him for days. He rocks against Regulus’ foot with a shaking, needy sound crawling up his throat.

“I need it, baby.”

“But that’s not what I asked this time, is it?” Regulus counters, tone vaguely patronizing.

It shouldn’t make James’ cock twitch the way that it does, really. Shouldn’t make him unable to bank a whimper when he rocks his hips forward again.

“Do you think you deserve it?” Regulus repeats. He inches his foot away, and James whines in protest. “God, listen to you. You really do need it, don’t you?”

James nods urgently, breath hitching in his chest. “I do. Please, Regulus.”

It’s a miracle he doesn’t whimper another time when Regulus takes a small step backward, all touch falling away from him. The silver lining is watching him tuck a thumb into either side of the band on his briefs, pulling them down and stepping out of them.

Wanting eyes immediately land on Regulus’ cock the second it’s in front of him. Even the huff of Regulus chuckling above him doesn’t draw his focus away. He watches intently as Regulus wraps a hand around himself and strokes slowly.

Blown pupils hide nearly all the grey of Regulus’ irises when James finally glances up at his face again. He shifts up straighter on his knees, mouth falling open already when Regulus steps forward. A smirk tugs at the corners of Regulus’ lips and his free hand sinks into James’ hair.

He pauses in guiding his cock to James’ waiting mouth, slick head nudging his bottom lip. “What do you say?”

“Thank you.” Punches breathlessly out of James in an instant.

Regulus’ smirk inches wider and he gives a single nod. It’s all the go ahead James needs to tilt forward and finally —finally— take him into his mouth. The grip in his hair tightens as James swallows his length down, letting the weight of him settle on his tongue. He hums appreciatively around him, keeping his motions shallow to hit the back of his throat each time.

Despite the tight hold on his hair, Regulus lets James move as desired. His wrists strain against the silk around them when he instinctively wants to reach forward and balance his hands on Regulus’ thighs, but he’ll make do. He always does.

After a little while, Regulus’ other hand joins the first in his hair. He halts James’ continued movements and holds him in place.

James moans the second he starts fucking into his mouth, eyes rolling back. There’s spit collected at the corners of his mouth, sliding down his chin. Each snap of Regulus’ hips has his cock hitting the back of his throat, his moans turning garbled and wet —filthy— while Regulus looses a winded string of swears.

“This— fuck—” Regulus hisses when he thrusts forward again and James swallows, letting him feel the way his throat tightens. “This is exactly what you needed, isn’t that right, baby?”

James hums his answer, eyelids fluttering as he opens glassy eyes to look up. There’s tears building at the corners, and on a particularly hard snap of Regulus’ hips one rolls hotly down his cheek. His cheeks burn, that and the panted breaths out his nose fogging up the bottom of his glasses lenses.

James doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care about any of it. Let Regulus make a complete mess of him. Let Regulus use him as he sees fit.

This is all James wanted, what he needed. To release the tension he’s been feeling for days, to give up the vice grip he’s tried to maintain on control of anything at all. To be taken care of in this way; something filling his mouth and Regulus just taking from him.

He knows when Regulus is close; words are no longer manageable and his thighs tremble, thrusts becoming erratic. James expects him to come down his throat, is awaiting the burst of warmth, ready to eagerly swallow all he has to give him. But abruptly, Regulus yanks at his hair with both hands, tugging him off.

James whines brokenly, a thick string of drool connecting the corner of his mouth and Regulus’ cock. His throat is wrecked; it’s a pitiful, pathetic sounding thing when he manages a desperate, “No.”

Panting, Regulus shakes his head back and forth. One hand moves from James’ hair, thumb breaking the string of spit when he smears the slickness surrounding James’ mouth. Making an even bigger mess of him. James licks after it, twists his tongue around it, trying to be enticing, trying to get him back inside.

Regulus drops his hand entirely, grips his cock instead. He stares intently down at him, demands from between his teeth, “Keep your tongue out for me.”

Wanting to be good and knowing what’s next, James obliges. Regulus drags his hand in hurried tugs over his cock and he watches hungrily. Anticipation burns a fire in James’ veins, sends his pulse roaring in his ears, as he waits, spit pooling in his open mouth, dripping more down his chin.

It’s a minute more before Regulus cries out, head thrown back and hips lurching forward as he comes. Hot strips of white land on James’ top lip, his tongue, his glasses. Cum drips down the one lens to land on his cheek and James can’t hold back a whimper, mouth still open. He hasn’t been told to close it yet.

“Fucking Christ,” Regulus groans, hand slowing over himself as he comes down from his orgasm.

His chest is as flushed as his face, heaving with uneven breaths, and he’s fucking gorgeous like this. Wrung out and a little wobbly on his legs, shiny-eyed and out of breath. James feels just as high as Regulus looks. Even with his cock still painfully hard and leaking in his briefs, his knees throbbing when he shifts his weight for the first time in too long.

Regulus finally lets go of his length, gripping James’ slick chin instead. He swipes his thumb through the cum on James’ lip, his cheek. Collects what he can from his face, and dips a little into James’ waiting mouth to wipe it off onto his tongue a few times. Gathering as much as he can for him.

Finally, Regulus tells him, “Swallow, baby.”

James does without hesitation, moaning at the familiar taste down his throat. There’s still cum on his glasses, blurrily obscuring his view of Regulus on the one side when he blinks heavy lidded eyes up at him.

“You did so good, James.” The praise has James’ lips curling in a lopsided smile, dazed in the best way. He hums his thanks, throat too sore for immediate words, but Regulus doesn’t demand that of him this time. “Do you feel better?”

It’s a mockery of a bobble head on a dashboard when James nods hurriedly in answer. His head’s a little fuzzy still, breath slowly returning to normal for himself. A different high entirely for his comedown.

“Come on.” Regulus bends down to help James to his feet then reaches behind him to undo the tie from his wrists. “We should clean you up, you’re a mess.”

“Good,” James replies, voice rough, lazy grin widening.

Regulus rolls his eyes, but there’s no denying the affection in his gaze. He rubs at James’ wrists when his hands are brought between them and James hums quietly.

“I’ll take care of you in the shower, okay?” He murmurs, eyes darting downward.

“Y’already did, baby,” James points out.

Regulus lifts a brow. “Sorry, did you not also feel like coming tonight?”

James clears his throat in order to more clearly joke, “I think if you so much as breathed on my cock right now it’d probably be over for me.”

Shaking his head, Regulus snorts, muttering a fond ‘idiot’ beneath his breath. He leans in to press a kiss to James’ cheek, recoiling when James turns his head and nuzzles into the side of his neck, smearing leftover drool on his skin.

“Go. Bathroom, now.” Regulus points to the open bedroom door, but the control in his voice is gone; it’s half a laugh —blushing and breathless and beautiful.

James smiles adoringly at him, gives him a mock salute, and follows his instruction just the same.

#jegulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus fanfiction #drops this in the dead of night and runs #-jazz hands-#had a brain itch for a “silly little smut moment” and here we are. 2K words later #s/o to nic and us talking about being deeply unserious while writing smut #i wrote this entirely on my phone while wrapped in a blanket burrito so…#have fun! (james certainly did lmfao)#kay’s writing #kay’s microfics #<-simply just not a microfic anymore but oh well #nic tag<3

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moeblob · 6 months

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I'm literally both at the exact same time and I don't know how I've survived this long.

#fe three houses #bernadetta von varley #felix hugo fraldarius #bro i havent drawn student felix in so long i had to use a flippin reference im gonna scream #also teehee my phone adjusted to the time zone change and my laptop didnt #so im like pretty rad its only 3am i can go to bed soon #and then realized oh its 5am ................ oops #anyway the 5am is probably a very good reason as to why this was an immense struggle to draw lmao i should sleep #but im gonna go talk to my mom instead bc i can sleep later its ok probably

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theblacktiecacti · 2 months

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jay went to clown school. let’s talk about that

#art by me #jrwi riptide #jay ferin #i was drawing wherever the wind took me #and it took me to clown school jay #the best destination i could’ve hoped for #i feel like so much could be explored or expanded there in fanon #but i barely see anything #welp if there is none make some #sound off in the comments if you ever think about how jay rarely retracts into herself when faced with conflict #but instead goes to clown school or hitches a ride with the loserest boy she can find #and it’s the rare (and most impactful) moments when she responds differently #shutting down after the phone call with her grandmother #or blowing up after learning about lizzie and ava #or crying as she’s told to shoot her friend in the chest #but the every day conflict almost always gets humor as a response #which leads to very out of pocket moments but we love jay for it #oooooough jay ferin the way you express emotions is so important to meeeee #ALSO the fact that often it’s insult based humor or overly confident in self humor #let’s dissect that jay how do you relate to your friends in the hierarchical structure of the navy academy #did you feel like your humor had to subtly place you at the top? or you would not be enough? jay?#your relationship with kira hinges on fixing this structure by being better than it hm? let’s talk about that #let’s talk about how your life centered a lot around being the best even if not directly or intentionally #should i do a full analysis on this?#i kinda wanna do a full analysis on this #jrwi

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tyttetardis · 5 months

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Macbeth Q&A 18th Jan 2024 Part 1

Was lucky enough to get a ticket for the Member's Event at the Donmar Warehouse that took place on the 18th...with the price of the patronages I sure never thought I'd have gotten the chance, but luckily, they also let in some non-members 🥹❤️

The brilliant performance of Macbeth was followed by a very quick cleaning of the stage - thought for sure it would've taken them longer to remove the blood than like 5 minutes - followed by a lovely, little Q&A session.

The Q&A was led by Craig Gilbert (Literary manager) who talked to Annie Grace and Alasdair Macrae (Musicians and part of the acting ensemble) as well as Cush Jumbo and David Tennant.

Anyway, just gonna write down some of the stuff they talked about :) sorry if it's a bit messy! Might be spoilery if haven't seen it yet but is going to!

To begin with Craig remarked that he didn't think he'd ever seen that many people staying behind for a Q&A before (While I was just wondering why some people even left!? Stressful!).

David introduced himself with "My real name is David "Thane of Paisely" Tennant - while Cush introduced herself with "I´m Cush Jumbo - there's only one of me".

First question was Craig asking them what it was that brought them to the Donmar to do Macbeth - to which David pretty much just replied that 1. It's the Donmar! 2. It's Macbeth! One of the greatest plays of all time in an amazingly intimate space - and that the theatre is famous for its quality of work. So he found it quite hard to think of a reason not to do it!

Cush said she'd worked there before and loves the theatre, how it's so intimate but also a great workspace. Followed by her saying she said yes because David asked her. She talked about how important it was for this play to do it together with the right actor playing opposite you.

David says Max Webster asked him about a year ago if he wanted to do the play - he gave him the dates - and since there weren't any obstacles in the way, David didn't have any excuse not to do it.

He then said that he had slightly avoided Macbeth - there sorta being the assumption that if you're Scottish and has done some Shakespeare plays before you have to do Macbeth. Which he joked was a bit odd since it's not like every Italian has to play Romeo. Then he mentioned that Macbeth is probably a bit more of a jock than he is - that it seemed more like a part for big, burly actors.

Max had laid out his initial ideas to David, a lot of which are in the final production, and David thought he seemed lovely, bright and clever and inventive plus it being the Donmar Warehouse! To which joked that he had last worked there 20 years ago - when he was 8 years old! "It's just one of those spaces" - friendly and epic at the same time where it's such a pleasure to be on the stage.

When Craig asked his next question concerning the sound of the play someone asked him to speak louder as she couldn't hear them - to which David joked that they've gotten so used to whispering. But also said sorry, and that they would!

Alasdair explained a bit about the process of the binaural sound - bit I find it a bit difficult to decipher it all correctly, sorry. He did say that a interesting part of it is that it allows them a controlled environment where they can put all the musicians (and even the bagpipes!) behind the soundproof box so "Poor David and Cush" doesn't have to shout over all the racket.

Craig asked David and Cush what their reaction was when they heard about the concept of the binaural soundscape - to which David replied that it didn't quite exist when they first came onboard - Cush joking they were tricked into it. Then she talked about her and David going on a workshop with Max to get a feeling of how it would all work - and get a sense of how it would sound to the audience, as this was one of the few times, they got to hear that side of it. Their experience of the play being completely different to the experience the audience has.

Cush said they can hear some of the sound - like she can hear some of the animal sounds and David can hear some of the stuff from the glass box - but most of their cues and information comes from timing with each other. She said they won't be able to ever hear what the audience hears - to which David joked "We're busy".

It felt like mixing medias - as it all went quite against their natural stagecraft instinct - but Cush found that in the long run it made things very interesting - like they don't have to worry about getting something whispered to each other - as the audience will hear it anyway.

David said the odd thing is that they don't really know what the experience truly is like. He mentioned that to the sides of the stage there's a speaker for them where they will get any cues that they need to hear. Like they can hear the witches - but they can't hear where they are "positioned" - so they have to learn how to place themselves to fit with what the audience hears. They don't hear everything, though. And the audio they hear is quite quiet, so it doesn't disturb what comes through the headphones.

He thinks it's been exciting - that it's a bit like a mix between film and theatre. It's happening live - but it's also like post-production is happening between them and the audience as it's going on. They just have to trust that the audience is hearing what they are supposed to for it all to make sense.

Cush said she thinks in 10 - 20 years, as these technologies has developed, doing theatre like this will feel a lot more normal - not that they will do it ALL the time, but that they will be doing it - whereas now it's still like an experiment. What Cush really like about the concept is that if was done in a much bigger theatre - then people in the cheapest seats would be able to have an experience much more similar to those in the most expensive seats - they'd be a lot more immersed into the action.

David then talks about how it feels extremely counterintuitive to not go on stage and speak loud enough that the people in the back row can also hear you. And usually, if they can't hear you, you aren't doing your job right! But then it felt very liberating. He loves it.

Cush then talked about how it felt odd waiting in the wings for a cue you can't hear - where you traditionally wait backstage and you can hear your cues, you can hear the rythm and know when it's your turn - so it was quite disconcerting to hear silence. So it's basically down to them now knowing the show and each other's timings - like if David is standing at a certain point, she knows how long she has before she needs to say/do something. So you have to watch each other more closely and really focus on what the others are doing.

David asked the musicians if they can hear everything inside the box, to which Annie replied that they get everything except some extra bits in the soundscape. But they can hear the actors on stage. Annie said it's actually a bit of a mystery to all of them what the audience actually experiences - how the big pictures actually look like - they just have to trust that it's there "Is it there?!".

Someone asked if they had had any adverse reactions from audiences to having to wear the headphones. Quite a bit of laughter all around :P then David said "There's the odd person" and something about if someone hadn't gotten the memo before turning up...but not sure how he ended the line. Then once again says that yes, there's the odd person who doesn't like it and that's fair enough.

The same audience member then said he could see the advantage of it in a big theatre where the distance is big, but not in a small place like the Donmar - to which David very quickly, rather passionately replied that it's not about projection, it's about being able to do things you wouldn't normally be able to do live - where they can speak so quietly that they can't even hear each other when standing next to each other. So even in such a small place, people wouldn't be able to hear that. It's about creating a different play - which isn't to everyone's taste and that's fair enough. But for a play that's been done a hundred and seven million times he thinks it's very valid to try and find a new way into the play - even if it's not for everyone.

Part 2

#David Tennant #Macbeth #Donmar warehouse #Cush Jumbo #I messed up this recording sooooo bad #I didn't see people pull out their phones to record it so I didn't dare do that either...#and man did I get a shitty recording out of it :(#and the audio ain't great either...Craig was sitting the furthest from me and didn't have a mic so can be a bit difficult to hear at times #Cush was sitting the closest to me (not that close - I was still in second row!) and David was sitting next to her #while I didn't have a perfect frontal view - the angle I was at did mean that I still got a perfect view of David's adorable smiles <3 #and all his other lovely facial expressions as he often looked to Cush when she was talking and replied to her...#which made it FEEL like he was looking in my direction *sigh*#and he looked so good with his comfy cardigan - skin tight jeans - and his glasses!#You know I have seen David quite a few times by now - but I'm pretty sure this was the first time I saw him wearing his own glasses!#I desperately wish I had managed to capture some pictures or a video---because OMG! He was so lovely <3 #Oh didn't know there was a text limit...or that I had written this much...guess I'm continuing in a part 2

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helloimtired · 1 year

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never being anyone’s best friend or the most important person in anyone’s life, ever, can really fuck you up emotionally

#like throughout my life i’ve had people that i’d call my best friends #but I guess I was never theirs #like they always had more important friends that would always take precedence #and then now as an adult people’s partners always take precedence #which is fair and valid #I just can’t never find that for myself and always end up as an afterthought and it really really fucks you up #hence me sobbing rn #bc a friend and I were supposed to call tonight and had scheduled it a few days ago #aaaand they just told me they can’t because they’re still on a call with their partner who’ve they’ve called basically everyday this week #oh and this friend won’t be able to call anyone all summer so I just can’t talk to them on the phone again until fall #and yeah i’m sobbing rn #rants and rambles #friends #long distance friendship #lonliness #friendship #no friends #friend jealousy #never had a best friend #friendless #how to keep friends #i dont know how to make friends #friend yearning

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this-is-a-love-story-isnt-it · 7 months

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Claudia Black and Ben Browder being captains of their own ship since 1999.

ComicCon 2009 Wintercon 2019 Wintercon 2023

#farscape #john x aeryn #claudia black #ben browder #the show's creator did plan for it to be a love story btwn John x Aeryn #but Ben and Claudia wanted to have as much input as possible to make sure it stayed that way #and the show was very collaborative so they did have a lot of input #and they made a lot of really great acting choices #in 2019 Claudia said there had been a storyline that didn't sit well with either of them #because they felt that John and Aeryn only had their hearts on each other #but it sounds like they were bringing in another woman for John to have a thing with ig #idk if they're talking about Jenavian in LATP #but I know Ben protested against that #but he didn't win that time ugh #the vid from 2019 is mine #sorry for the camera work #i was trying to film with my phone but also making sure I was in the moment #and actually watching the panel with my own eyes and not through my phone screen #so sometimes it went off-center #my gifs #my gifs: farscape

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ninjasmudge · 6 months

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(second-to-last option for people who live their entire lives with cracked screens)

+ what happened/if it was your fault in the tags if you want!

#im curious #cause ive never cracked a phone screen but my friend has cracked every single phone shes ever had multiple times its a running joke-#-that she will never have an intact one #and i was wondering what other peoples experiences were #plus phone breaking stories are often funny #shark talks

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ashe-alexysss · 7 months

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Mikey and Donnie are opposites a lot of the time: high empathy / low empathy, hopefully optimistic / brutally realistic-pessimistic, feelings oriented / logic oriented.

AND even their mask tails are opposites!!

#I LOVE IT WHEN RISE PLAYS WITH OPPOSITES IT'S SO FUXKING COOL #AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH 💗💞💕💘💖💓#ROTTMNT #Rise of the TMNT #Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Mikey #Donnie #Michelangelo #Donatello #Rise Mikey #Rise Donnie #SmArts and Crafts #PB&J #PB&J Duo #T/CEST DO NOT INTERACT #I made this on my phone while on the bus BUT I HAD TO POINT THIS OUT IT IS SO SO COOL TO ME #shout out to my irl bestie who listened to me talking about this non-stop #AsheAnalysis #AsheTalks

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thwackk · 2 years

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their friendship is extremely underrated

#my art lol #barry allen #bruce wayne #the flash #batman #people should talk abt them more #dont tag as ship #they r both detectives i like to think they bond over that #i love how soft bruce is with barry like he’ll snap at everyone but him. so real and true #barry’s just the little guy of the jl they all love him so mucj #this goes for all flashes #it’s just a flash trait. ur the heart of the team #ever since that clip of diana holding him i cannot stop thinking abt the jl being physically affectionate with barry #he’s got. hood hair #also sorry ive had no time to make art recently #all i can do is shitty phone doodles rn #school. is murder

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c-rowlesdraws · 7 months

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anyone ever thinking of sending me a rude ask needs to consider that I am blogging from here:

and be nice and gentle to me accordingly

#you wouldn’t be mean to a little thing in her little miniature felted knick-knack room would you #you monster??#miniatures #catie talks #also this picture is from pinterest which normally I wouldn’t condone but it was one of the best images of what I had in mind #I can’t open pinterest on my phone to find how to credit this image but ehh reverse image search it

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sky-is-the-limit · 8 months

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 (𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜) 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝙲𝚆: 𝙰𝚏𝚊𝚋!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙽𝙵𝚂𝚆 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚂𝚎𝚡, 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐.)

𝚆𝙲: 𝟸,𝟿𝟿𝟷 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

“Did you get the photos I sent you?”

The wistfulness you felt with the sound of his voice was unmatched. It had been exactly three weeks since Kyle had to leave for another confidential mission, leaving you behind to deal with the all familiar saudade that washed over you every time he had to say 'goodbye'.

It was difficult to deal with, especially when there was nothing you could do to bring your person back to you.

Late nights without him were especially lonesome, sleeping without his warm frame beside you, his defined arms holding you close to his heart as though you'd vanish in the middle of the night.. Even that felt like a chore.

“I've been staring at them for the last 15 minutes, Kyle.” The beaming smile never left your lips as you admitted it, your fingertips still tracing the outline of his face on the screen.

Little gestures like this were enough to show you how much you mean to him. Despite being in a dangerous, unfamiliar environment, away from the warmth of your embrace, he always found time to send you photos to ease your worries.

“Because of the dog?” A sense of guilt started heaving in your chest to the sound of the exhaustion in his voice. Kyle had only asked one thing of you whenever he had to go, to always leave the work talk for when he would come back as the time you had on the phone was limited and he wanted to cherish every second.

“There's a dog? Oh, right. He's cute, too.” It was sweet how he took advantage of your soft spot for dogs to send you photos of every stray found in his way, though your attention was darted elsewhere the second you clicked on them.

Kyle was striking, as if angels had carved every feature on his face. From his delicate curls to his square jaw, he was statuesque in every sense, no matter what was hanging his body.

Yet there was something different whenever he was in uniform, the way those khaki trousers hugged his muscular thighs, his defined arms stretching the soft material of his shirt and that hat..

The same hat he put on you whenever he felt possessive, not letting you take it off whilst holding you in front of a mirror, skin slapping against skin tremendously slow and hard to get his point across. That you were his, and his only.

“But I'm cuter?” Kyle rested his cheek against his palm, resisting the urge to shut his eyes to the comfort of your voice, make belief that he is laying next to you.

“Cute isn't the right word I'd use when you're wearing your uniform, babe.” His velvet chuckle resonated in your chest, reminding you of the effect his playful tone had over your body.

“Oh? And what would you use instead?” Ah, Kyle and his lively cheekiness. His familiar smirk was evidently plastered on his lips even if you couldn't see it. You could hear it present in his voice.

“As if you don't know.” No matter how long the two of you were together, he never failed to make you flustered like a school girl.

“I wanna hear you say it, love.” His voice was a hushed whisper in the dark, a gentle brush against your ear that sent shivers down your spine.

“Fucking hot.” Your heart pounded in it’s cage, rattling the bars that were your ribs as the words came out of your mouth in a breathless whisper. There wasn't a definition good enough in any dictionary to describe the attractiveness of Kyle Garrick, fucking hot would have to do.

“Is that so?” Kyle murmured, his voice dangerously low, letting goosebumps to slither down your spine.

“Mhm..” You mumbled quietly, and without realizing it, you placed your hand on your bare thigh, drawing small circles on your skin.

Was it the nervousness of his overwhelming presence even through the phone? or the desperation to feel him on your skin? You couldn't tell the difference, nor that you had the mind to analyze it.

“You know, you haven't sent one back yet, and I miss my girl.” He cooed, emphasizing the last two words to make you quiver instinctively.

“My appearance isn't very.. decent right now Kyle.” You confessed the state you were caught in when the phone rang.

Once missing him started to feel too intense for you to doze off, you just let your hand wonder on your body, fantasizing that your boyfriend was safe next to you, touching you, devouring you whole. It was one of those nights and unfortunately your usual ritual was left unfinished. Or so you thought.

“Especially for pictures..” Was that part necessary? Very much so judging from the way he was heavy breathing against the shell of you ear, muffling something to himself before responding.

“Why? What are you wearing, Y/N?” He breathed, voice thick and gravelly with need and desire.

Drawing a slow breath, you glanced down at yourself. “Nothing.” You blurted out, the only sound following, your gentle breathing against the phone receiver.

“Fuck.” Suddenly, he was very much awake. There was a throbbing growing between your legs, a heavy pressure filling you up with each passing second of listening to his heavy breathing on the other end.

“All you have to say is 'please'.” Your own voice surprised you, tone oozing with desire and need. You were instantly spurred on by how intensely you wanted to show him how bad you missed him, how much you graved him.

“Bloody hell, Y/N, you're killing me here.” A surge of arousal hit your body instantly, feeling the near instant reaction between your thighs arising by the second to the sound of his suggestive tone.

“Now Kyle, that is not-”

“Please.” His words tumbled out in a fast-paced torrent, echoing the racing thoughts within his mind.

“Please, let me see you.” You could hear him suck in a shaky breath, followed by an increase in shuffling coming through the line, and you were sure he was opening the message. If it was up to your own judgement, it was not one of your best.

Hell, from the way your hands were trembling as he plead to see the sight he had seen so many times before, you were surprised it wasn't overly blurry.

“Fuck. You're a bloody masterpiece.” His words were a soft murmur, a soothing balm over your frayed nerves and you squeezed your thighs together at the praise, you felt yourself flush with renewed excitement.

“I was thinking about you, you know.” Quietly you admitted, feeling the blood rush faster in your system, from your heart down to your throbbing core.

Kyle's pulse spiked as the words registered in his brain. He cleared his throat in an attempt to regain whatever of his composure was left but nothing on the other end.

Then you heard a soft exhale, and Kyle seemed to be walking around, a few metallic clicks made in the background before he grunted and settled down on what you assumed to be the bed of his bunker room.

Indistinctively, your hand clutched onto your phone so tight, you feared it might break.

“Spread your legs.” There’s a little undercurrent of firmness in his tone that made you shiver. No hesitation, just Kyle's voice, assured as always. Overwhelmed, your entire body became impossibly still, and you just laid there frozen, unblinking, lips slightly parted.

“Kyle, where are you-” His forwardness didn't surprise you one bit. You figured out a long time ago that the quiet and calm facade was for the outside world.

Your attempt to keep a cool demeanour was cut short. Your body was practically melting into the mattress, vibrating with anticipation.

“I said, spread your legs, Y/N.” Yeah, he was definitely alone. It was like his voice was in your head, pulling out the threads of all your longing desires. The room around you, the past, the future, faded out until it was only him, sparking on your skin, inside you.

“Okay.” You whispered softly, your body flushing not from embarrassment now, but from the promise hiding behind Kyle’s words.

A promise that guaranteed to leave you shaking, even from afar. You put your phone on speaker and hastily placed it on his pillow as though it would feel like he is right there, next to you.

“Now trail your hand down your body. Feel yourself.” His voice sounded deeper than you had ever heard it as he gave you orders. With a shaky exhale, you did as told, placing your finger gently around your throat and then began to gradually trail it down to your chest, feeling every inch of naked skin.

“Imagine my hand on your skin, caressing your chest.” His silky smooth tone filtered through the line, inspiring a tinge of anxious excitement within you, and so you did.

“Bring one hand up to your mouth, darling. Wet your fingers for me.” His voice sounded deeper than you had ever heard it as he gave you orders and so you obeyed, bringing your fingers up to your lips before sucking on them with the same pace you suck on his.

After feeling satisfied with the wetness coating them, you took them out to await his next command.

“I’m sure you would’ve done it better, baby.” You remarked, trying for a more confident tone but instead affecting a rather sensual whisper.

You were really getting into it now that your imagination was taking over and, you suddenly realized, you were a lot hornier than you’d given yourself credit for at the start of this.

Your body was responding to everything he was saying just as eagerly as if he were really on the bed with you, which just made filling in the blanks all the easier.

“Mhm.” He issued a soft groan of approval before continuing. “Till then, baby, go ahead and wet your nipples for me.”

Closing your eyes, you scooted a little further down on the mattress to try and get comfortable so you could slip fully into the memory fueled fantasy.

You cradled your breasts delicately at first, your fingers slowly followed the contour of your body. But, in an attempt to mimic Kyle's touch, you swiftly readjusted your grip to a firmer grasp.

You closed your eyes and envisioned Kyle crawling on top of you as you forcefully fondled your tits. His physique was strong and unyielding, with lithe muscle. He pinned you to the sheets with ease, taking everything he desired from you without inquiry or worry.

“I'm touching them right now..” You stuttered out, your cheeks immediately flashing, anticipation making your throbbing sex soak up even more.

"Pinching them, rolling them, imagining it's your hands on me. God, I wish I had your mouth on me right now." You sighed quietly, rubbing your thighs together in quest of some much-needed friction.

You were as powerless in front of the real guy as you were in front of the made-up mirage in your imagination, and you eventually slipped your hands up a little higher to pinch your nipples between thumb and forefinger.

“Good girl.” The raspiness in his voice pressed every right button to unlock your body before drawing a tentative breath. ''Now trail your hand between your thighs baby, feel your skin like I would.''

You slipped your fingers between your sopping wet folds, trembling from head to toe when a fresh burst of pleasure exploded behind your eyes at the contact to your clit. Drawing circles around it in quick, shaky motions, you arched into the touch. It was almost blindingly good, your expert precision unrivaled. You knew exactly where to apply friction and what sort of pressure to use.

“God-I miss your fingers.” You whined when your body began to react to the indelicate contact, eyebrows furrowing to the sensation. You shook your hips in eager eagerness as a new surge of desire flowed forward to coat your folds, which was not how you typically touched yourself.

“You miss having my long fingers inside you, baby? Stretching you open before I fuck you?” He asked slyly, his voice noticeably dropping an octave to a huskier cadence.

“Mmm, yes Kyle- God, I miss you.” You whined desperately, reason and calm eroding from merciless elation.

“I'd press myself against you, so you could feel my cock rubbing against your clit, fuck, I'm so hard for you right now-” His voice came out as a throaty whisper, and this time you couldn't hold back your shudder, eyelids fluttering.

“I miss you inside me Kyle-I miss you fucking me.” A shaky exhalation flowed through the phone, nearly forgotten by the cushion, the filthy sound eliciting chills all over your body.

“I miss tasting you, having to work so hard to eat it all because you're practically dripping on the mattress.” He hummed almost to himself. You imagined him doing that while his mouth was on your cunt, and you squirmed wildly.

Your spine shuddered so violently that your back bent instinctively against the covers. The power in his melodically flowing voice made you tremble as you uncomfortably transferred the phone to your other ear.

You doubled down on your ministrations, enraged at being subjected to this kind of pressure. You strained against the covers, pulling your pussy lips apart and massaging your clit with such genuine desperation that it nearly hurt, as the pressure built up abnormally quickly.

You were dizzy and hot, painfully so, even sickeningly hot, but you were desperate to achieve climax. You had no choice, and your pulse was pounding madly in your chest as you careened recklessly towards the finish line at breakneck speed.

Suddenly the cool temperature of the room turned into unbearable heat, sweat dripping down from your forehead, hair messy against the silky pillow as you bucked up your hips against your palm, biting down on your bottom lip in an unsuccessful attempt to calm your sounds but as you got closer to climax, you couldn't control it.

Kyle continued speaking, his voice diving an octave lower and growing rough.

“Now slide one of your fingers into that pretty pussy of yours.” His voice snickered, but you could hear clear as day how breathless he was, how desperate you had made him, and the realization had your thighs shaking.

“Fuck-” Your voice sounded so broken and wrecked as you inserted one finger in your soaked hole, curling it upwards to hit your sweet spot, slick dripping down skin instantly.

“That's right, baby, do it just like I would.” Fucking into yourself slowly, you obeyed to his command, agonizingly feeling every inch of you. You jolted as if you’d been electrocuted, tense and shirking as you gripped the sheets so tight, your fingernails might leave marks underneath.

“Fuck, angel, keep going, keep fingering that wet little pussy for me.” Kyle urged, his voice strained as his breath lodged in his throat, listening to you moaning and gasping in response to his filthy words.

“Please Kyle-” You begged, not sure what exactly you were asking for but knowing you didn’t want him to stop talking. You added another finger to your dripping hole, crying out at the slight stretch.

“You like that baby? When I fuck into you?” He asked, managing to fill his tone with teasing even as his heavy breaths gave away how turned on he was.

“Tell me.” He prompted when you didn’t respond, too busy fucking yourself with your fingers to the sound of his voice.

“Yes, fuck-” A whine forced itself out of your lungs, the simple command sounding so filthy from your boyfriend's mouth. “Yes, Kyle!” You whimpered an answer around your gasping breaths.

“I'll be back soon, baby, soon so I can bury my face between your thighs and make you come on my tongue.” He promised, the words sounding like they were wrenched from the very depths of his soul. “Then I’m gonna shove my cock deep in your cunt and fuck you dumb.”

“Kyle-” You wailed out his name, fucking yourself harder as you imagined him looming over you in bed, his massive frame fucking you into the mattress, his cock buried deep inside of you, your arms and legs wrapped around him.

“Wanna see my cock stretch your little hole while I pound into you, wanna see your eyes go all hazy as you get drunker and drunker on my cock, angel.” He babbled, like he was helpless to stop himself from voicing every one of his dirty thoughts about you.

“That's it, that's my good girl, fuck yourself stupid to the sound of my voice.” He praised, making warm pride curl through your chest as more wetness flooded your core.

Even with how far gone you were, you could hear the confident smirk in his tone, but your body only heated and tightened hard in response as he spoke, your thumb circling your clit at a faster pace to match your fingers thrusting in and out of you.

The orgasm rocked you with such ferocity that the bed trembled under you, your toes uselessly straining at the blankets. You shouted, writhing as your pussy clamped down tight on nothing in erratic, fluttering palpitations, powerless to stop it.

Despite the flood of endorphins coursing through your system, it seemed empty, and you whimpered, the sound fading to a feeble little whimper before you could completely enjoy the high.

“That's my girl.” There was that warmth again in Kyle's voice that wrapped itself dangerously around your stomach, squeezing it tight.

“Kyle?” You were still basking in the afterglow of your climax, voice feeble, as soft as a whisper.

“Yes, love?” He chuckled, sounding lifted in spirits to the sound of your broken tone. The smile on his face was transparently clear in his tone, and you couldn't help but to match it.

“Your turn.”

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