#inner circle icons

[hrizantemy]

The parasite in me wants Tarquin with a woman who holds the IC accountable for their actions against the Summer Court and they resend those blood rubies and demand retribution. Like you’re telling me they invaded Summer and Cassian ruined a building as well as stole and messed with Tarquin’s mind and threatened a literal PRINCESS and they don’t do anything? Nah, we have to fight at this point.

[rayneilart]

The player character icons from Inner Circle ver. 1

[choices-binglebonkus]

Okay not to be that person…I had really high hopes for Blades 2 and it started out really well, but chapters 2 and 3 were kinda…a whole lot of nothing.

[obxsprincess]

SIZE KINK!READER x MIGUEL OHARA

warnings for size kink, fingering, f!reader, car sex

you can’t get over how insanely large miguels fingers are…

the way they interlace with yours, drawing idle circles on your soft skin wherever you two went. anything compared to his hands were small — but god, you couldn’t help but think they were made merely to drive you crazy when you gazed down at the obvious comparison

you were absolute putty in his massive hands. giving him your iconic doe eyes whenever they landed on your thigh. his other hand guiding the wheel, it was as though it was mindless to him. hand on his girls inner thigh while he drove. simple as that.

but it wasn’t simple for you — in fact, it was irritatingly impossible. he had to know what he was doing, right? he had to know the way your plush thighs clenched together. desperate for any god for saken friction as you bit your bottom lip. and the moment his fingers, fuck his fingers, rubbed gently against the soft flesh of your thigh — instantly your puffy clit began to throb, in rhythm with your increasing pulse. god, you were naughty

and you would have almost thought he was ignoring this fact until a smirk creeped onto his face — tauting, tauting man “Estás bien princesa?,” (are you alright, princess,) he clicked his tongue. eyes never leaving the rode and yet, he undoubtedly caught the way you bashly glanced down, his fingers. in effect, his hand squeezed your thigh slightly, making you squeak

you nodded your head dumbly. the fabric of your panties becoming glistening wet to the touch — and your tummy seemed to flutter in anticipation. adverting your eyes anywhere but his massive hand rested on you, he chuckled deeply — the sound raspy and knowing in his sleek car, as if he could sense the arousal dripping down your cunt

“what have I said about using your words cariño,” he shook he head. tsking the moment your pretty eyes found his — naughty thoughts flickering in them as though he could see right through. “your a dirty, dirty woman, princesa,” why was he pulling over? and why was he aruptly putting the car in stop? the implication tinged oh so clear when he dragged you onto his lap — you yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist. your pretty head all foggy and dizzy with arousal as you rambled your dumb “miguel! what are you doing?”

before you knew it, he was pumping into your drooling pussy — his massively sinful digits thrusting up into you. how did they even fit!? he was coy as he propped another against your sex. running it through your sappy folds before dipping in. the stretch of not one, but two, making your claw at his back. teary brimmed eyes falling back in a sudden flutter as he probed even deeper inside you.

“so fucking tight, can barely fit my fingers,” his hot breath smothered your neck, placing feverish licks as he pumped his digits, curling them in ways that had you melting in your moans and mewls “this pretty pussy taking my fingers so good mami, you were practically begging for this weren’t ya princesa?” his accent laced every teasing word. and your hands clung to his shoulders, crying out as they pumped into your sappy walls. “f-fuck yes miggy, feels so good, their s-so big!” you mewled. the mere size of them even more impressive as they moved inside of you. your whimpering confession making your eyes widen in embarrassment

but your pretty head was far to finger-fuck drunk to fluster at your wet, squelching sounds filling his car. he groaned, feeling you clench uncontrollably around his fingers. your sweet mess glazing his digits making his cock twitch underneath your ass. “Buena chica, pero deja de moverte, cariño.“ (Good girl, but stop fucking moving sweetheart) he groaned through the hickies he plastured on your soft skin. you merely squirmed even more — whiny and moaning! they were just so giant. filling you painfully perfectly tears brimmed your lash line.

especially as they probed and thrusted right agaisnt your sweet spot. making you bounce in his lap as ectasy fogged your glossy eyes — fingers finding his dark locks in desperation

how could his massive digits be even more insanely intoxicating as his thumb circled agaisnt your clit, rubbing the pretty bud in sync with his sucking !!

“just wait till I make you ride my cock, princesa. might just stretch this wet little pussy to its limit,” he chuckled. asshole! :( “but you want that, hmm don’t you mami? my dirty amor”

god, the thought had you whimpering and whining as you cummed all around his hand — pussy walls fluttering around his fingers in naughty, sweetly pretty need

[internetskiff]

Falke is so compelling. Usually when a machine is imbued with a God complex in fiction it immediately decides it's superior to humanity and goes on a rampage - but FKLR units are nothing more than tools, just like the other Replikas. In Replika hierarchy, yes, they're basically deities - hell, their inner circle is literally comprised of units designed to be reliant on her guidance, ADLRs explicitly designed to be dependent on them and KLBRs acting as relays for their bioresonant abilities. They built polyethylene icons of godhood and then they built hopelessly devoted apostles for them. And yet, despite that, even the corrupted Falke unit in charge of Sierpinski never considers herself above humanity - perhaps it's because her ego is satiated by her status as a superweapon of the Nation, or perhaps it's simply a devotion of her own.

And then her godhood is challenged. She passed through the Gate, came back different, split by the flood of memories foreign to her. At first she sees it as an attack, a curse sent down to her from afar, but slowly she grows enamored with it. "These memories are mine now" - as if passed down, inherited, gifted to her. Is losing yourself really a curse when the "self" wasn't yours in the first place? Is this whole ordeal that much different from her creation? In the end, despite her status, her power, her authority, her influence on this dollhouse of manufactured devotees - she's just like any other Replika: a vessel to store memories that don't belong to them. Nothing is truly hers. Her body manufactured, her mind passed down to her from a frozen body, her power bestowed unto her by a module inserted into her shell. This isn't hers either, but it gives her something she'll otherwise never experience - memories of being loved. Not the hard-coded obsession of an ADLR unit, not the pride AEON feels towards her as a technical marvel - memories of someone's actual fondness. These memories don't belong to her, but at this point, the one they truly belonged to is gone. She is not alone anymore. She isn't one. She is split in two. She isn't just Falke anymore. She is also Elster. And perhaps she prefers being Elster to being Falke.

So when she is pierced with her own spears and left to bleed out, she is content. She is Elster. She is one entity in two bodies. And now, with one body left as nothing but a pile of eroded, tumorous, bleeding flesh, only one remains. She was two. And now she is one.

[aryxchse]

the calm waters / percy jackson x daughter of amphitrite! reader.

a / n : i love the trope of married gods' children falling in love. and i will shamelessly write about it!!!!

warnings : cursing, blood, fighting, stoll twins being icons!!

"y/n, we need you on the arena!" connor stoll called, rushing to you.

you were in the lake, meditating in the water to find inner peace or something, or just to be away from the camp's chaos. well, as you can see, your plan was doomed.

you sighed as you stepped outside of the waters, standing on the dock with the help of some waves. you weren't even wet, still in your dry camp tank top and blue shorts. "what happened this time, stoll?" you asked, hands resting on your hips.

"percy is beating one of my step brother so fucking bad," he panted out, and you didn't wait for him to finish for rushing to arena.

there was a big crowd, which made a big circle in the middle of the arena. you pushed away some kids to reach where percy was. and boy, the view was not good.

percy was on top of the poor kid, punching him non stop. the guy was already bleeding but percy seemed to go feral, and you wondered what could the boy have possibly done to make him this mad.

everyone was too scared to stop him, even the ares kids wasn't doing anything. and you knew you had to do something before he basically killed the boy.

"alright percy, that's enough." you yelled, grabbing percy's arm harshly to make him stand up. he stopped the minute he heard your voice, only panting now and giving death stares to the boy who fainted on the ground.

"he fucking deserved it." he growled, not looking at you. you kept him away from the boy as the apollo kids moved the kid away, immediatly to the infirmary.

"does it matter?" you held his face in your palms, expression serious. "control yourself."

the words seemed to have an affect on him, to a level of charmspeaking. his expression softed as his eyes met yours, quick breaths slowing too. "you're more than that." you spoke again, as the crowd standed far behind you.

as you both kept talking, mostly you calming percy down, and him easly melting under your touch, the stoll brothers stared at you both.

"i wonder how she can calm him down this easy." travis said, stooding beside his twin. they knew their brother were wrong, and they didn't liked the boy anyway.

"because of their parents, y/n is the daughter of amphitrite." connor explained, but from travis' expression, he knew his brother didn't understand what he meant. connor rolled his eyes before he continue to speak again.

"do you know why she's married with poseidon?" he asked, and travis shook his head as in 'no.'

"because, poseidon was a maniac back then," connor said, hitting his head. "and zeus made him marry with amphitrite to calm his temper down, which, it worked perfectly."

travis' expression changed, "oohhh," he smirked, crossing his arms like his brother. "i get it know. power of the love and all."

conner chuckled, shaking is head. "whatever this is, it's working and i'm glad. percy is no better than his dad, in fact, he's worst."

travis looked at him with his usual mischief. "well, we're glad he has his wife around him yeah?"

connor laughed. "totally."

the twins watched you go to the lake, diving in the water professionally.

[cherryredstars]

Hi cherry! I love your fics sm and idk if you’re taking requests right now but i got one for ya.

So Miguel with a spiderperson!afab!reader that takes a while to cum. Like he could be eating them out for over an hour and it takes him a minute to realise that they didn’t orgasm at all.

Like he gets concerned thinking that he’s not making them feel good but they reassure him that the only place they feel “pleasure” is just from clit stimulation and (sometimes) if their g-spot is touched in the right way iykwim.

If you don’t feel comfortable w/ this request then skip but thank you and have a nice day! 😊🫶

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Oral Sex, Clit Stimulation, Fingering

Summary: All it takes is a little patience

A/N: Taking long to finish is so real and valid guys

Word Count: 885 (Not Edited)

Your suit gathers at your knees, a pile of iconic red and blue that hides your identity from the rest of the world. 

Miguel is still covered in his, the mask disappearing to show his face. He doesn’t need it anyways. His face is obscured between your thighs, tongue lashing at your seeping hole. Your arousal coats your inner thighs, gloved hands spreading them wide. He’s been at it for an hour, his mind foggy from how sweet you taste. His lower face glistens with your juices, and you whimper when his nose knocks against your clit. It feels so, so good, but you can’t help the small frustrated puff that leaves your nose as you shift in discomfort on the bed. 

Miguel instantly looks up at your shifting, eyebrows furrowed as he pulls away. He licks his lips, collecting what he can so it doesn’t go to waste. His thumb rubs soothing circles to your skin, relaxing your body the best he can. Despite the rush of arousal that leaks from you, he can’t help but note none of it was cum. He’s been at this for hours, yet you still haven’t gotten your release. He admits it wounds his pride the slightest bit. Sure it’s been a while since he’s gotten the privilege to please such a pretty girl, but he doesn’t think he’s that out of practice. 

“What is it, amor? Want me to try something else. ¿No es bueno?”

A flush of shame quickly rushes to your face at his words. You’re quick to reassure him, telling him to ignore you and just take his pleasure (just like you’ve told every man before). A deep well of his own dissatisfaction swarms in Miguel’s stomach. He wants to make this good for you. If you aren’t enjoying it, what’s the point? Softly, he asks you what’s wrong, trying to coax the answer out of you with quiet words and soothing hands. You bite your lips as nervousness coats your body, you squirm and ever so quietly whisper, “I have a hard time cumming.”

If it weren’t for his enhanced hearing, he wouldn’t have caught your words. His face lifts in realization, his hands continuing to make circles that relax your body. He’s the kindest soul when he asks what usually works, what makes it better for you. When you answer with clit stimulation and the occasional brushing of your g-spot, Miguel instantly gets to work. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as he attacks your clit, sucking it hard into his mouth. 

Your hands travel down to his hair, tangling and ruining the gelled locks. Your hips buck upwards, pushing his face closer into you in the same movement. You throw your head back when his teeth slightly graze your neglected bud, a strangled moan revealing your pleasure. Small vibrations shock your clit as he hums in pleasure, licking and sucking where you need it most happily. Clothed fingers poke at your entrance, the material catching the silky liquid. He pushes them in slowly, groaning at the way you try to push your hips more into his fingers. When he has them wrapped to the knuckle, he curls them slightly to hit that gummy spot. 

Your eyes meet the back of your head as he stimulates you, that long awaited orgasm rising to the surface. You moan out his name, and he feels the pornagraphic noise go straight to his stiffened cock. In response, he sucks harder on your clit. His tongue finds new strength as he flicks at your hardened bud, his fingers constantly pressing into the perfect spot inside of you. He mumbles something into your skin, the words shaking against your clit. But they’re completely lost on you as your back arches, your grip on his hair tightening as you feel something in you break. 

You let out something close to a scream as you finally release, white masking your vision. Miguel still works on you, his fingers getting coated in your cum as he continues to hit your g-spot, his mouth closing around your bud for a long suck. When your orgasm dies down, you have to push his head away from your bud, the overstimulation making your body shake. He pulls away and leaves open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. His fingers slowly leave you and make their way into his mouth. Sweetness explodes onto his tongue and he breathes in slowly as he takes it in. Perfect. You taste fucking perfect. 

His eyes trail to your face, a fucked out expression still covering it. He chuckles low, his hands falling to your waist to massage the skin. You smile goofily up at him as your hands fall to cover his. He kisses up your body, pressing a soft kiss to your jawbone before burying his face into the crook of your neck. The smell of you makes him purr, his nose pumping your skin gently. Both of you bask in the lingering sensations of pleasure, each other’s body warmth providing comfort. After a while, Miguel gets up, mumbling something along the lines of a bath before disappearing into the bathroom. You lay in bed as the water starts running, a satisfied feeling running through you. 

Guess all it takes is a little patience.

He’s so soft and attentive.

[softle0]

Del Sol Valley iconic dingbats By softle0

Sooo, like two weeks ago I was scrolling on pinterest and I found some interesting apartments with retro vibes which I absolutely loved at first sight! I digged a bit of them and found out they're called dingbats! Apparently they're very common in LA so I thought they'll be perfect for this world. I was so in love with this type of building that I wanted to make a lot of them lol so I decided to work in this 3 lots from the Mirage park neighborhood to make it feel so alive with new 24 different units!!! That means you can have now that ammount of households in only 3 lots!!! Now Del Sol Valley can feel more alive isn't it??

First lot details:

Located in Inner Circle lot

No CC (NO pack restricted, I own all of them)

Lot type: Rental | 40x30

Price:  § 299,199

Six units; One with three bedrooms, Three with one bedroom and Two with one bedroom.

Three furnished units.

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Second lot details:

Located in Vacuous Green lot

No CC (NO pack restricted, I own all of them)

Lot type: Rental | 50x40

Price:  § 286.911

Thirteen units in total, divided in two different buildings.

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Third lot details:

Located in Upland Place lot

No CC (NO pack restricted, I own all of them)

Lot type: Rental | 40x30

Price:  § 253,566

Five units in total; Three units with one bedroom and two units with two bedrooms.

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Don’t forget to tag me in your screenshots, I’d love to see what you do with the build!!!

[hrizantemy]

I might get hate for this but if Feyre was High Lady and did absolutely nothing and everyone and herself acknowledged that I would be fine with it like sure whatever I don’t care it’s in theme. But when people act as if Feyre is changing laws and be the High Lady icon she is and giving women rights and everyone is acting like she’s doing something is where I have the problem. Like please she literally terrorizes the court of nightmares people, she wears Illyrian women wings despite knowing that they get clipped … is the rights in the room with us also … I feel like Feyre should have SOME education she doesn’t have to know every single thing about Prythian and its courts however she doesn’t know the laws, she constantly breaks them, Rhysand acts as if her being the first High Lady gives her qualifications to do anything she wants, like yeah does anyone in the Inner Circle actually do their job? Not that much but at least we see them sometimes doing it and they have a few conversations at least about it. The only scene I remember from Feyre is that she teaches art classes, she tore down a building so her sister would have nowhere to go and made it a place for war veterans but also made a lot of other people go homeless in the process??? But slay for spiting your sister, and she does paperwork. I love Feyre truly but Sarah you and your editors must hate reading through your own work to see if anything makes sense.

[oinonsana]

On Posture In Gubat Banwa

So the sixth version of Gubat Banwa's First Edition "returns" to the ideal that HP as a pacing mechanic, an Action Economy limiter, and a resource pressure. As always, in Tactical Combat games, resource management is a major aspect of the gameplay. Management of action economy, management of distance, management of other currency (such as Class-specific Resources). Most of a Tactical Combat Grid game revolves around the manipulation of these mechanics: reducing, regaining, adding, changing, force multiplication/division of these resources, and more. In Tomian Design (that is, Tom of LANCER RPG and ICON RPG), costing.

For the first 5 versions of Gubat Banwa's design, we worked with lower HP values (across the board) and with Dice Pools. The idea was that each dice in a dice pool was an attack launched, or a moment of concentration. Every die in the defense pool was a parry or evasion attempted. While the fantasy of that worked pretty great, the maths on the other hand did not. It worked almost counter-intuitively against the high-flying martial arts x deliberate tactical combat that I was trying to strike a balance for. My white elephant, my Shambhala, was to strike a good balance between that.

The Change

In 1.6, while the Dice Pool didn't entirely go away--much of the game is built around getting tactically advantageous positions so that you can get more dice and a higher chance of dealing greater damage on the target--it went for a more linearly scaling game with the result on the die reducing the target's Health.

It was a hit, mostly, among the inner circle (that is to say, my friends that I run the newer version for). There was an immediate sense of "we know how this game works" now.

On Tactical Video Games

It was more transparent--this information was crucial to making a tactical game work and sing. This is why in video games, almost every tactical game has the "Combat Forecast", like in Fire Emblem and Final Fantasy Tactics, that showcased the expected Hit Rate and the Damage Output.

This is absolutely integral: tactical games are decision point games. Without the proper information (doesn't need to be complete information), no decision can be done satisfyingly. This isn't to say that dice pools can't be used for a tactical game of course--I've done it. But it requires a different kind of design principle and design goal that Gubat Banwa wasn't going for. That sense of martial progression, of spiritual strength and eventual enlightenment.

From HP to POS

During the initial playtests, we were still working with HP. Hit Pearls. The idea was that every hit "shattered" a Hit Pearl. This worked with the Dice Pools, because the fiction was that every attack could be parried with Defense Dice.

What was the problem with this? Firstly, the math of this was inherently fraught, unfortunately: on higher levels, Defense Dice were either horribly impenetrable or did absolutely nothing to defend you. It became a binary thing. That was not the goal: for the martial fantasy to come to life, much of the decisions should not binary but rather, on a gradient spectrum.

To me, the destroyer of tactical grid games is when there's a single best strategy that shatters the tension of the game. My favorite parts of Final Fantasy Tactics and Tactics Ogre were early game moments where the output randomness could make every fight go completely different, even if you redid the same stage more than once.

Secondly, when the outcome of an action is that, really, nothing happened, you used an attack (even worse, the attack was buffed by yourself, an ally, and tactical modifiers) and then the target was able to parry all your hits. The fiction is exciting for a second, but then when you return to the battle grid, nothing changed. The mechanics fed into the fiction, but the fiction didn't feed into the mechanics.

With the math change, the fiction of the Hit Pearls wasn't working because HP values were higher to compensate for the changed math. 12 Hit Pearls could feasibly be visualized as Link's Hearts, for example. But at 48 HP, that didn't work anymore.

Hearkening to the Ancients

So I actually went on a trip to older versions of Gubat Banwa, and found I'd solved that particular problem. Older versions of Gubat Banwa had HP as "Mettle", their ability to stay in the fight. Turning to the game's current version, I realized the Physical Defense stat was perfect: POSTURE. The stance, the guard, the ability to keep fighting, the ability to turn mortal wounds into grazing hits, the ability to ignore the effects of bleeding wounds, of burning pyres, of seeping poison.

Every attack was inflicting damage by chipping away at the target's guard, or forcing their stance into more compromised positions so that they would be open to an actual mortally wounding strike. They were still real hits that the defender was actively still guarding against. And with every attack defended, their guard wore down.

This hit me after watching Donnie Yen's SAKRA (2023) the other day. Reaching back into the high-flying wuxia roots, Donnie Yen's character doesn't even take real hits until after he's overwhelmed because he is such a martial superior against the rest of the Beggar Clan. Because his Posture was so high.

Ten Thousand Earth Shattering Blows

It worked great. Not to mention that it's a great reference to Sekiro, another huge inspiration to the games's intended fiction, which also had a Posture break. Now Staggered for half Posture or lower made sense: your guard is brittle! You court death! Now the Wide Open affliction felt more in genre: your guard is wide open, so you're suffering more!

The Physical Defense stat was renamed into PARRY, while the Magical Defense stat was kept as RESILIENCE (itself a reference to Final Fantasy Tactics A2!) The defenses were there to keep the mechanical bite of an Attack vs Defense interaction, to provide an avenue for another mechanical design space, as well as to shoe in the fact that when an attack targets your Parry you're physically blocking while an attack against your Resilience requires your fortitude and concentration to block against: when your Posture is reduced, when you guard is worn down by these attacks, you know how you were defending.

When enemies hit 0 POS, that attack is the one that gets through their Defenses and kills them outright. When a Kadungganan falls to 0 POS they're not dead, but they suffer a WOUND, which only heals on Downtime (as opposed to POS healing on Repose, ie., short rest).

On Defeat and Victory

While you're Defeated, you suffer the same effects of Stun, but you can still act and do things, even make attacks at full power: you're Kadungganan after all. But every attack against you, despite your PARRY or your RESILIENCE is not met with a stance ready to block. Thus, every instance of damage you suffer, no matter how much, inflicts another Wound. When you eat 5 Wounds, you can pull on your Conviction to stay alive. Otherwise, you are tossed back into the cycle of reincarnation, or into the river to Sulad, or to Lunar Heaven, or to whatever next life your Kadungganan has chosen to ascribe to.

Status Effects

Statuses such as Poisoned, Bleeding, or Aflame, don't break you yet because they must eat through your bodily resistance. But they are still real: an aflame Kadungganan fights on even as flames swathe their body.

They can die later, when they feel the effects of the burn when their POS falls to 0. They can die later, when the Poison finally seeps through and enervates them and destroys their defensive capability. They can die later, when the bleeding takes its toll and they can no longer keep their stance up.

Martial Glossolalia

With a simple terminology change, the fiction changed entirely. Now everyone knew it was their defenses wearing down. Swords didn't cut off their fingers, flames didn't burn through their skin. They know that defenses are a holistic thing: your stamina, your constitution, your composure, your reactive ability, your dexterity, your presence of mind, your focus.

"It's not realistic!" The game is not meant to be realistic, and realism is not an inherent ontological good nor is it a goal for most TTRPGs, you will notice. Experiences, feelings. The fiction Gubat Banwa draws upon--SEAsian Folk Epics, Asian Martial Arts Cinema--is filled to the brim with the CLANG CLANG CLANG of sword-on-sword action. Often these clangs happen so quickly that you cannot process them, they are abstracted to you when it resolves in your brain--so is it abstracted by Gubat Banwa. Posture going down is the CLANG CLANG CLANG that resonates across a fight scene. It's not realistic because it's not meant to be, and even then, we must argue what your conception of reality is!

I could be argued that much of Tabletop RPGs (and, I would argue, most of games in general) is an exercise of language. Exploiting its vagaries, its ability to connect. When you go into Gubat Banwa, learning the mechanics of the game is learning a new language. And what is language but the foundation of culture?

[rayneilart]

The player character icons from Inner Circle ver. 3

[vixeneptune]

2024 : MANIFESTED ALL MY DESIRES IN ONE YEAR

Part 2

Love life :

I'm having the best relationship this year! It's literally the healthiest relationship I've ever been in, its even beyond what I imagined! I literally met my perfect match our compatibility is off the chartsss we're so perfect together. He's def my soulmate we get eachother so well without even speaking. It's amazing how much fun we have together , it's so lighthearted yet deep , it's transparent and beautiful and pure. Ugh our love is so powerful! He treats me so well he spoils me all the time like I'm his princess all I do is just exist and he's like "omg goddess I'm obsessed with you". Not to mention he's so loyal, honest, generous, kind, masculine, secure, handsome, rich, he provides for me endlessly, he makes me laugh, I feel so comfortable and safe, our dynamic is the best I feel so grateful and he feels the same. This is literally one of the biggest highlights for me this year 😍 a love so powerful, passionate yet peaceful and uplifting. Marriage is def around the corner!

Social Life :

My popularity increased so much this year! Everyone seems to wanna be either my lover or my friend! Ig bc I've been focusing on myself and my life everyone is so magnetically attracted to me! I made some really amazing solid friendships this year ♡ I feel so blessed to have such good genuine friends who share my interests! It's amazing how much my social circle expanded this year I've def been getting out of my comfort zone and feeling much more extroverted, outgoing and confident socialising and connecting easily with others! I'm so charming and pretty and smart that people fall in love with me easily, I'm so easy to love, I lost count of how many love confessions I got this year! So many men interested in me and pursuing me, I'm literally everyone crush this year! I'm such a people magnet, my aura is so attractive and magnetic people find me so interesting and fascinating! Im not only pretty but i have a great personality, the best energy, and a beautiful rich mind and soul, that's why everyone is so drawn to me. I'm so good at relationships , I'm consistent, secure, open to give and receive. It's easy for me to maintain relationships and allow them to grow and flourish naturally and beautifully! I feel so blessed to be surrounded by supportive loving trustworthy people who understand me and want the best for me, they truly care about me. I love how comfortable I am meeting new people and forming genuine deep connections, it's so natural for me. Everyone is so sweet and kind to me, they treat me so well, they buy me gifts ,they constantly spoil me with love and attention ,they see my worth and value.

Extras :

I'm such a money magnet! I'm making sooo much money this year it's crazy it's like money is obsessed with me lol. A high value expensive woman like me deserves the best and attracts the best always ♡ I'm treated like VIP everywhere I go. My energy is so powerful it shakes every room I enter, I'm easily the center of attention cuz w my charismatic presence, everyone's eyes are hooked on me they're so infatuated w my beauty. My aura radiates abundance , security and confidence, I'm so calm and secure which makes me naturally the most confident girl in the room. My confidence, my charm, my popularity and my charisma increased dramatically this year! I'm fully tapped in my inner siren inner goddess energy this year and it SHOWS. My sex appeal and my beauty is beyond compare. I'm known as the it girl and everyone is inspired by me and thinks of me constantly, they're waiting on my every move bc im so iconic and such a trendsetter. I put myself out there and I succeed everytime without a doubt. I'm born to be seen I'm such a star girl ☆

For my 2024 subliminal visit my YouTube channel kali777

[obsidian-pages777]

Aphrodite in your astrology chart. Where is your Beauty and Love?

In astrology, Aphrodite is often associated with love, beauty, harmony, and pleasure. While Aphrodite herself isn't directly referenced in traditional astrological charts, her qualities can be interpreted through the planets Venus and sometimes the Moon, as well as the signs and houses they occupy. Here's a general overview of how Aphrodite's qualities might manifest in each house of the natal chart:

First House (Ascendant): Aphrodite here may indicate a person who naturally exudes charm, attractiveness, and grace. These individuals may prioritize their appearance and presentation, and they might have a strong impact on others due to their charisma.

Second House: Aphrodite in the second house could suggest a person who finds pleasure and beauty in material possessions and financial security. They may have a talent for creating aesthetic environments and may enjoy indulging in luxurious experiences.

Third House: Aphrodite in the third house may indicate a love for communication, art, and socializing. These individuals might have a way with words and possess a charming wit. They may enjoy activities like writing, public speaking, or engaging in lively conversations.

Fourth House (IC): Aphrodite in the fourth house could suggest a strong connection between home, family, and nurturing. These individuals may find comfort and pleasure in creating a harmonious domestic environment. They may have a deep appreciation for family traditions and may value emotional security.

Fifth House: Aphrodite in the fifth house may indicate a love for creativity, romance, and self-expression. These individuals may have a flair for drama and enjoy activities such as art, theater, or performance. They may also have a playful and romantic approach to relationships.

Sixth House: Aphrodite in the sixth house may suggest a person who finds pleasure and beauty in their daily routines and work environment. They may have a talent for bringing harmony and balance to their workplace, and they may prioritize self-care and wellness practices.

Seventh House (Descendant): Aphrodite in the seventh house may indicate a strong desire for harmonious relationships and partnerships. These individuals may prioritize connection, balance, and compromise in their interactions with others. They may also have a refined sense of aesthetics and may be attracted to partners who are charming and attractive.

Eighth House: Aphrodite in the eighth house could suggest a person who experiences transformation and growth through intimate relationships and shared resources. They may have a deep understanding of the complexities of love and desire, and they may be drawn to experiences that involve passion and intensity.

Ninth House: Aphrodite in the ninth house may indicate a love for travel, higher learning, and philosophical exploration. These individuals may find beauty and pleasure in expanding their horizons through cultural experiences, education, and spiritual pursuits.

Tenth House (MC): Aphrodite in the tenth house could suggest a person who achieves success and recognition through their charm, social grace, and artistic talents. They may excel in careers related to beauty, fashion, art, or entertainment, and they may be admired for their elegance and poise.

Eleventh House: Aphrodite in the eleventh house may indicate a person who finds fulfillment and pleasure through friendships, social networks, and group activities. They may have a wide circle of friends and may be known for their ability to bring people together in a harmonious and enjoyable way.

Twelfth House: Aphrodite in the twelfth house could suggest a person who experiences love, beauty, and pleasure in solitude or through spiritual practices. They may have a rich inner world and may find solace and inspiration through dreams, meditation, or creative visualization.

Examples:

Marilyn Monroe: Marilyn Monroe, renowned for her iconic beauty and sensuality, had her Aphrodite asteroid in the sign of Leo. Leo is associated with creativity, self-expression, and drama, which aligns well with Monroe's glamorous and theatrical persona.

David Beckham: David Beckham, known for his athleticism, style, and charisma, has his Aphrodite asteroid in the sign of Libra. Libra is associated with harmony, aesthetics, and partnerships, reflecting Beckham's sense of balance and appreciation for beauty in both his personal style and his relationships.

Audrey Hepburn: Audrey Hepburn, remembered for her elegance, grace, and timeless beauty, had her Aphrodite asteroid in the sign of Taurus. Taurus is associated with luxury, indulgence, and the senses, which resonates with Hepburn's classic and refined aesthetic.

[goaliekisses]

woof juicy news day for us pens fans. not only do we have sidney crosby’s Seduction of kyle dubas, now we have this article on Why Hextall Sucks (and how he pissed off even sidney crosby) + some angsty Geno details that i will only relish now that he’s still with us:

Early last summer, at his spacious home in Montreal, Kris Letang finally saw the document that secured his future in Pittsburgh.

No stranger to the multi-page, standard player contract, this one was particularly special. It was his fourth, and probably his last. It contained specific elements Letang and his agent required. One line read “six years.” Another read “$36.6 million.” The line that Letang really loved?: “full no-movement clause.”

Together, those words recommitted Letang and the Penguins, the only NHL franchise he had ever known. At 35, he would finish his career in Pittsburgh.

As word spread last July 7, Letang’s phone blew up. The flood of well-wishers included teammates past and present, various Penguins personnel he’d befriended over his previous 16 seasons, and family and friends. He took only a few calls. Among them: Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin, his oldest and dearest teammates in Pittsburgh, who were thrilled for him.

Crosby, the Penguins captain and franchise icon, had made it clear to general manager Ron Hextall and president of hockey operations Brian Burke as far back as the 2021 offseason that he wanted the team to re-sign impending free agents Letang and Malkin so the three veterans and lifetime Penguins could take another shot at a Stanley Cup together.

Would Crosby pressure ownership to sign Malkin and Letang? “I’ve never wanted to be GM,” Crosby said. “I think they know how I feel.”

While the negotiations with Letang took longer and were more difficult than expected, Hextall’s discussions with Malkin had turned dark. Only days before the start of free agency last summer, Letang, Crosby and coach Mike Sullivan worked overtime trying to calm Malkin, who was stewing over lowball early contract offers, limited communication with Hextall and veiled public shots from Burke.

“How bad is it?” Letang asked Crosby about the state of Malkin’s emotions and the negotiations.

“Pretty bad,” Crosby said.

Hextall first irritated Malkin late in the 2021-22 season by offering a short-term contract extension to his agent, J.P. Barry. In the offseason that animosity built as weeks passed without a follow-up conversation from Hextall. On June 17, Hextall told Barry that the team’s offer was “take-it-or-leave-it,” and the next day Burke used those words to characterize the negotiations during multiple media interviews. Not surprisingly, Malkin, a sure Hall-of-Famer, went from annoyed to insulted.

For weeks leading up to and after Letang’s deal was finalized, Malkin stewed at home while Crosby, Letang and Sullivan checked in with him from afar. With no deal in sight, Malkin began speaking to his small inner circle as if his time with the Penguins was concluding.

Hextall fielded daily questions from Fenway Sports Group brass about why Malkin hadn’t yet been re-signed. Hextall was also taken aback by the barrage of calls and texts — from Penguins alternate governor Dave Beeston, from Crosby and Sullivan, from president of business operations Kevin Acklin — after reports surfaced that Malkin would test free agency. He told his agent he wanted to “show Hextall and Burke” by trying the open market.

Malkin had joked during the ’21-22 season that he was “a rich guy,” insisting he didn’t need to worry about money on his next contract. He was having a laugh, but was also somewhat serious. He had taken less than market value on two previous deals with the Penguins and expected that trend to continue on his final NHL contract.

He was about to turn 36. He wanted to play until he was 40. He sought a contract with a no-trade clause. But more than money, he needed the Penguins to show they really wanted him, something he felt was lacking, especially from Hextall. By July 11, 2022, Malkin was convinced he’d already practiced in Cranberry for the last time.

After tucking in their son, Nikita, Malkin and his wife, Anna, sat on their leather couch and looked at a summary sheet of Hextall’s latest offer: four seasons, $24.4 million total, a full no-movement clause.

Malkin was fine with what he read. The sticking point was his bruised feelings.

“They not think I good player,” Malkin wrote in a text message to Crosby.

“They not want me,” Malkin texted to Letang, who had stepped up efforts to console Malkin after signing his deal.

Malkin wanted to stay in Pittsburgh, but he no longer trusted either Hextall or Burke. Crosby and Sullivan intervened. Each spent hours on the phone with Malkin as July 11 became July 12. Careful not to tell him what to do, Crosby and Sullivan implored Malkin to “not worry about those guys” — Hextall and Burke — when making a final decision. Letang, too, jumped into the mix. Together, two-thirds of the Big Three and their coach brought up every special moment, funny story and great time they could remember to remind Malkin what they had built in Pittsburgh. Malkin paced from room to room at his condo in Fisher Island, finally beginning to feel wanted again.

As early morning shifted to late afternoon, Malkin had heard enough to make a decision. He called his agent, Barry, with instructions to re-engage with Hextall and take the offer. Upon calling, Barry was surprised to find a receptive Hextall.

After hanging up with Barry, Hextall bragged to his assistant GM, Chris Pryor, and a handful of staffers, that he “got him on my terms — that’s how you negotiate.” Malkin informed Crosby, Letang and Sullivan that he was staying. When talking to Crosby and Letang, Malkin sounded happy for the first time in a long time.

“We win next year,” Malkin told his friends. “Big year get back Cup.”

also these bits 🥺

After McGinn was put on waivers, he played a memorable final game with the Penguins, blocking shots and setting up Crosby for a dramatic tying goal in the third period. In the locker room afterward, his soon-to-be-former teammates named him player of the game, eliciting a massive roar from the group that could be heard through closed doors.

Hextall traded Teddy Blueger during the same trip. In the middle of a dinner with the players’ fathers, arranged by Crosby at Bern’s Steakhouse in Tampa, Blueger learned via social media that he had been dealt to Vegas. He and his dad abruptly left the restaurant. Crosby rushed to console his now former teammate and after a few minutes returned to the dinner. “That’s not how we do things in Pittsburgh,” he said. Crosby remained mostly quiet the rest of the night.

…Long after most of their teammates had left the locker room after the demoralizing 5-2 defeat, the Big Three remained.

Malkin was emotional, his voice rising as he spoke. He had been dreaming of his beloved parents, Natalia and Vladimir, returning to Pittsburgh for another postseason run. Instead, they’d stay in Russia.

Letang, in the adjacent corner of the room, spoke thoughtfully and contemplatively. He had been through hell and back all season, and the Penguins’ loss was another blow.

Then there was Crosby, who sits at the center of an arc of connected lockers. The Penguins captain, with gray hairs that seemed to grow more plentiful throughout the season, sat stoically. After finishing interviews, Crosby sat by himself, staring straight ahead before slowly walking out of the locker room.

sorry need to add the header too because i would totally watch this telenovella

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Ena, HooH, and Xipe: Overseers of Balance

****Honkai star rail/Penacony including 2.1 spoilers ahead****

With 2.2 livestream today [I didn’t watch the livestream on the day it came out so this was written without knowing what was coming out soon but also….THE NEW BOSS????], I wanted to take a closer look at 3 Aeons in particular for this thread bc of the similarities between their concepts & also to look at possible roles/connections in the story of Penacony in particular

Since I normally analyze pairs of Aeons & this time we have 3, I’ll briefly introduce the 3 then I’ll talk about them in detail while trying to connect them to each other & the story

First is Ena, the Aeon of Order; they were absorbed by Xipe during the Swarm Disaster; they had a faction that followed them called the Beyond the Sky Choir which eventually stopped when they were absorbed

The second is HooH, the Aeon of Equilibrium; currently they are alive, their faction is the Arbitrators

The third is Xipe, the Aeon of Harmony; they are currently alive & their faction is the Family in Penacony

From Ena’s entry, we see they have a human-looking face or mask with an inner body that seems to encompass space & stars, giving off mostly blue & purple colors while their face, limbs, accessories, and veil have a white & gold palette; their arms have strings coming out from them which presents them like a puppet; another feature to note is the eye that appears besides them which has a gold outline and a blue and purple iris

Their symbol is represented by the icon of an eye, referring to the open eye that is present behind them in their art, with abstract shapes behind it; at first glance the symbol might not mean much when we look at it & it might look simple bc it’s just an eye but I feel that there may be more to it

The 3 circles & 3 sharp points are arranged in a way that doesn’t look randomized where if we were to divide it in half vertically, it would be balanced

Why does this matter? Mainly bc Ena is the Aeon of Order but what exactly does that concept mean? Order can be defined in a few different ways depending on context but in this case, Ena’s concept is related to the idea that things are arranged or done in a particular way, method, sequence, etc. of which we see an example in the dev log as explained by Herta

She states that she doesn’t like Ena’s personality as a “control freak” but rather their concept or at least how the universe followed the Order

In the case of planets & civilizations, under the Order they would first prosper for a time before coming to an end; this would be the cycle that was followed consistently as it is natural for civilizations to rise and fall

Going back to the abstract shapes, I want to bring up the Rule of Three, which applies to many situations but the general rule involves three things that make something effective, satisfying, ideal, etc. As we saw, the icon had three circles & three pointed ends but they were arranged specifically to make the whole symbol not very chaotic, thus it can be satisfying to look at

Interestingly we see 3 being involved in their faction, the Beyond the Sky Choir: the dev log which mentioned a “three-dimensional framework” & the curio called the Triangular Drum-roll Device

HooH the Equilibrium has a face w/ a body consisting mostly of geometric shapes, giving them a sort of blocky appearance; their body swirls & twists in a round circle which converges towards the center where we see two orbs(?) that are blue & orange while their two hands are clasped together in the center

When we look at their overall design, we can tell that they exhibit some form of balance; their name is exactly symmetrical since it can be split into Ho & oH; when it comes to their physical design, they have what we could consider, for simplicity’s sake, both “positive” & “negative”

Let’s pretend that positive is represented by the white tiles & negative is represented by black tiles, you can reverse the situation & it’ll still apply: the positive & negative tiles balance each other bc there is enough of both positive & negative that they would cancel each other out, creating a sense of balance

The symbol of HooH is well represented by a balance scale, often used for measuring & comparing the weights of objects to see if one is lighter, heavier, or equal in weight to another

Equilibrium as a concept refers to the idea that two opposing things cancel/balance each other out, creating something called “sum zero”; the implication of equilibrium is that things in life are divided by two as opposed to any other number

Herta talks about HooH in a dev log regarding how long they’ve been around compared to other aeons while also pointing out how they focus on duality

Now we have Xipe the Harmony who has a human-like body w/ 3 faces on a single head, long hair, purple skin, a dress that encompasses space, a ring of rainbow colors behind their head, and puzzle pieces floating around their form

Their symbol is quite abstract when we look at it as a whole

It is similar to Ena’s symbol where we had those abstract shapes in the background which came out to be 3 circles & 3 sharp points; here is a similar situation where the shapes are repeated 3 times in a circular fashion (it reminds me of the mitsudomoe, it’s the symbol that has 3 tomoe going around the central point of focus)

As of this point I’m not sure if the shapes themselves actually refer to/mean something specific to Xipe but I think something to point out is that the “commas” act differently based on whether they’re in the forefront or the background

The ones in the front don’t seem to interfere with any of the outer shapes on the same layer as them; however when we look at the background, the commas seem to cross into the other shapes next to them

Now what exactly is Harmony? The concept itself is when everything comes together in a single thing to create something unique or something that is typically good; for example we use harmony in music to refer to when notes or instruments are played together to create a coherent/cohesive song but we can also use harmony to refer to other things like life; in other words, harmony is a synonym for unity

Next we’re going to look at connections to each other & to the story; these 3 Aeons have varying degrees of involvement in the story as well as with each other; HooH seems to have very little connection to the other two so there isn’t rlly much I can say about them for the time being aside from their supposed involvement in the Swarm Disaster & the end of Tayzzyronth which we find in the simulated universe

However Ena & Xipe are much more connected both to each other & to the story when compared to HooH

Ena & Xipe are quite similar which makes sense considering that their concepts were fairly similar which ended up with the former getting absorbed (to clarify on their concepts, Order is the specific way to arrange or place things while Harmony focuses on fusing or combining things to bring about peace or good)

In terms of design, I would argue that they share similar color palettes, mainly cool colors (purple, blue) w/ a side of warmer colors on other features (Ena’s accessories & veil, Xipe’s halo)

Another similarity that I can see is their connection to music

Both Aeons received praise through songs through their respective factions, Beyond the Sky Choir & the Family; now that I think about it, perhaps the “commas” in Xipe’s symbol are actually supposed to be music notes in the world of HSR? I wouldn’t be surprised if they write music notes differently from what we would expect

Now in terms of their connections to the story I’ve heard theories of Ena being possibly connected to Gaiathra Triclops, the Mother Goddess that is mentioned in the most recent Trailblaze quest (****the next part about Gaiathra Triclops is mostly just me entertaining some ideas & pointing things out that I want to note, take w/ a grain of salt); I don’t think they are the same bc there are a few discrepancies that can be pointed out but maybe Gaiathra Triclops is an aspect of Ena that physically manifested

It is explained that Avgins do not follow the Aeon belief system but we also don’t know the exact origins of the Mother Goddess so what if she came from an Aeon? Aeons are the origin of concepts so it doesn’t seem far fetched to suggest that “minor”/sub-gods(?) could possibly come from them

We know that even if an Aeon dies, sometimes they leave behind remnants of themselves that still exist in the current time (e.g. Tayzzyronth & Swarm Disaster) so I don’t think it’s impossible for a similar situation here

We hear that Gaiathra Triclops is depicted as a left palm w/ 3 eyes & Ena does have 3 eyes in total if we count the one in the background; interestingly she is described specifically to be often depicted as a LEFT palm so are there any other manifestations of Ena possibly depicted as a right palm or just another body part in general?

Speaking of eyes, many have pointed out that the eye in the background has a striking resemblance to Aventurine’s eyes

The irises & pupils don’t look the exact same but it feels more of a design choice bc Aventurine’s eye shapes help to establish a sense of mystery/suspicion when it comes to his character; other than that the purple/neon pink outer ring & inner blue ring do match

If the Mother Goddess inherited the same eye from Ena, it could possibly explain how the Aventurine got the same eye despite Ena having been gone before the Sigonian incidents; I know the timeline of events are a bit cloudy so it’s not all clear but it just seems way more than a coincidence to me that Aventurine has the same eye colors as the one that appears besides Ena but I’ll leave my musings there

Now Xipe is the one who has a much more prominent presence in Penacony’s story compared to the other two Aeons

Even before entering the world we are made aware of Xipe’s ties to Penacony & its history; Penacony used to be a desert planet that acted as a prison which was owned by the IPC; the IPC eventually lost control of it due to Nanook & the residents of Penacony became members of the Family under Xipe

In terms of the Trailblaze Mission itself, we never see Xipe in person but we do see two notable instances of (extensions of) Xipe’s powers in the story: first is when we enter the Dreamscape & Robin helps us get accustomed to the new environment through tuning; second time is when Sunday invokes their power on Aventurine during the interrogation

In both cases we get the rainbow aura reminiscent of Xipe’s halo around our screens, for the MC we seem to have less of a problem whereas Aventurine suffers the entire time he’s under the influence; this reminds me of our clockwork ability which is essentially direct emotional manipulation (Clockie is most definitely sus, no question about it)

To me this change in how the extensions of Xipe’s power can go from harmless to dangerous is representative of Penacony’s storyline; it looks like a normal peaceful resort at first glance but then we learn about the darker aspect of the Dreamscape aka the memes that have appeared & untold dangers

To end this off, I do want to reiterate how Ena, HooH, and Xipe are interesting representations of different aspects of balance if you could tell based off my title for this thread; my main reason why I bring this up is bc Nanook is presented or framed as the main antagonist of this game bc of their nature as the Aeon of Destruction and the intention/goal is to stop them supposedly…

Therefore I am curious of whether we will see Xipe, HooH, and just the other Aeons in general play a bigger role in this plot of somehow stopping Nanook or if they’ll leave them be bc that is simply their nature; they are all beings who follow their own concepts & ideals so they do what they feel is right based off of their own values

If we are to consider what is balance in this universe, destruction would be the opposite of preservation which is represented by Qlipoth but we also can consider Yaoshi to be their opposite since they help grow life wherever they go

We also were somewhat expecting the Annihilation Gang to make an appearance during the story but we learned that they disbanded after Ifrit was killed by Acheron; does this mean that we won’t really see them again? We also know that Nanook doesn’t really like how the Annihilation Gang operates bc they see their sadistic desire to destroy as “impure” so it seems almost like we’re left hanging when it comes to them

I know that we are still in the Penacony arc so this might not be addressed at the moment but I’m still interested in seeing how the overall plot involving Nanook will play out 👀

[nolita-fairytale]

still into you | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | bonus smut scene

summary: the bathtub smut scene i robbed us of. a continuation of chapter one.

warnings: 18+ chapter -- minors dni, smut, unprotected sex in long term relationship, p in v, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), spanking (just twice, lol) she/her pronouns & fem anatomy mentioned

word count: 2.2k

listen to: holy - king princess (playlist here)

a/n: can we talk about this iconic and incredible banner that @allthefandomstogether made for this story?! thank you so freaking much. it is pure perfection. anyways in honor of the bear season 2 teaser being released, i need a cold shower after writing this send help.

read: chapter one

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“Let’s put it on the list… for when we’re ready to move to a new place,” he suggests, quietly. 

“Somewhere with a big tub?” you ask, only sort of surprised by his request. 

“Yeah.”

You turn your head to look at him, as Carmy presses a searing kiss to your lips. You feel his hand snake between your legs and you begin to understand exactly why he’s enjoying this whole bath thing. 

“As much as I’m enjoying this…” he whispers against your lips. “Think you maybe want to get out of this tub…”

Another kiss.

“… dry off…”

You slide your tongue against his as his fingertips move higher up your inner thigh, earning a hiss of pleasure from you. 

“…not put our clothes back on?”

And then he’s swallowing your moans in his mouth, as he continues his exploration. Your head is spinning, and it’s not just the hot water that makes you feel as if your soul was set aflame.

“Yes,” you whimper as he fingers begin their exploration. He slides them through your folds and you throw your head back, grateful that his shoulder catches you. 

You relax into Carmy, hissing as he dips his index finger inside of you. Your breathing begins to become heavier as he continues touching you, alternating between sliding his index finger inside of you, then dragging his rough, calloused fingertips up and down your core. His mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue leaving patterns in their wake. Carmy nips at your earlobe before murmuring a few words, his voice heavy with lust:

“You trust me?”

“Always.”

He waits a beat before saying:

“Good. I wanna make you cum on my fingers first, pretty girl.” 

You feel his words shoot straight to your core as you clench around the combination of his index and middle finger he’s now slipped inside of you. 

“If that’s okay with you.” 

Even after all these years, you love how eager to please he still is.

“Yes, baby,” you say, a smile in your voice. “Very okay.” 

Carmy smirks contently. 

The fingers he has inside of you journey up through your folds, expertly finding your clit as he begins to rub gentle and deliberate circles. You sigh his name, letting the man you love make you feel absolutely incredible. He buries his face in the crevice of your neck, gently biting then soothing the little marks he leaves with his lips and tongue. 

“Carmen,” you pant, suddenly remembering that you’ll be in front of people tomorrow. “Not right there.” 

“Hm?” he hums, only half-focusing on what you’ve just said. 

His mouth moves further down the top of your shoulders, as he begins to speed up his ministrations, earning another cry from you.

“Don’t want everyone to see what I do to you? How I make you feel?”

You cry out in response as he bites your shoulder, a little harder this time. 

“Somewhere I can hide under my chef whites please,” you practically beg him as he begins to speed up the pace of his fingers. 

“Think I can do that,” he murmurs into your skin. 

Carmy lifts his head off of your shoulder, leaning back against the tall walls of the deep bathtub. His other hand moves around your waist, pressing your back against him, and you feel how absolutely hard he’s become. As his hand comes up to play with your nipples, he stops any movement with his fingers, sliding them back down to your entrance. 

You buck your hips up into his hand, impatiently.

“This what you want, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice husky. 

His fingertips circle your entrance, but he’s still not where you want him. You let out an impatient groan, whimpering out his name. He knows he’s teasing you and there’s a part of him that loves hearing you beg. 

Loves hearing how much you need him.

“Yes, baby,” you pant. “Please. I just want you inside of me.”

And he loves the way it sounds when you say it. 

He slides his fingers back inside of you, in and then out of you at a dangerously slow pace, earning a sob from you. 

“Just wanna make you feel good, sweetheart.” 

And just like that, his hand on your breast begins squeezing, pushing you against his chest, desperate to have you closer to him. He continues fucking you with his fingers with the hand between your legs, as you let go, enjoying this too much to have a care in the world about anything else.

“You are,” you breathe out. “So good, Bear. You make me feel so good.” 

Carmy lets out soft moans into your skin as he mouth returns to your shoulder. He’s bucking his hips against you as his fingers find that spongy spot inside of you. You let out a loud moan the minute he hits it, his lips curling into a smile against your skin. 

“Right there?”

“Yes.” 

Carmy curls his fingers, making a ‘come hither’ motion with them, and you can no longer contain your moans. He knows you’re on the verge and he has no intention of stopping you. The sound of your moans, the way you pant his name, how desperate you are to cum – it’s like crack to him.  It all goes straight to his cock, hard and weeping, yearning to be inside of you. 

But he’s not ready for that. 

Not until he makes you cum first. 

He’s a man on a mission with only one goal in mind. 

“You gonna cum, baby?”

“Carmen,” you whimper. 

“Yes, god. Please let me cum.”

He takes you higher. 

And higher.

You feel it like a wave reaching its peak. There’s a tension building, so close to snapping, and as it does, you feel the waves of pleasure crash within you as you let out a loud moan. You’re writhing against your boyfriend as he presses your back to his chest, and you’re gripping the edge of the tub with your hand closest to it. Carmy’s not letting you go anywhere. He wants you exactly where he has you, his hand between your legs, completely at his mercy. 

As you begin to come down, your mouth feels dry from all the panting and gasping you’ve been doing. You swallow, and Carmy begins to release you, his grip loosening around your waist. 

“What was that… about getting out of this tub? Drying off?” you ask, unsure of how you’ve managed to get words out after that. 

“Not putting our clothes back on?” Carmy completes your sentence. 

“Uh huh.”

In an instant, you’re standing up in the tub, letting the hot bath water fall down your naked body. Your nipples stand erect against the round, full shape of your breasts as Carmy follows suit, making his way to a standing position. You can’t help but notice his extreme erect dick just begging to be inside of you and the thought alone sends chills down your spine. You’re both quick to towel off, only half way drying your bodies off before Carmy is walking you back to the messy hotel bed from your nap earlier that day. 

And he’s very much looking forward to messing up this bed in another way with you. 

You fall into position like it’s second nature: Carmy on top of you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he grinds against your wet heat. He reaches down, ready to guide his hard, leaking cock inside of you. 

“Wait,” you say.

Carmy stops, his eyes wide. 

“I want something else,” you say again. 

He nods as you sit up, shifting him onto his back. As you climb on top of your boyfriend, your knees straddling his hips, you crash your lips into his. You’re sucking on his top lip, then sliding your tongue against his, then dragging his bottom lip between your teeth as you begin to make your way down his gorgeously sculpted chest. 

“Baby, what’re you-?” he begins, trail off as you begin to kiss down his chest. You take your time, allowing your mouth to leave little love bites across his chest, down his torso, then snaking your tongue across his hip bones. 

He hisses in anticipation, as you reach down, grabbing his length in one hand. You pause, looking up at him, his eyes catching yours. With a wicked grin on your face, you lick just the tip of him, causing his eyes to close as he sighs on in pleasure. 

“Ffffuck,” he groans, as you begin to take him into your mouth. 

You slide your mouth from the head, all the way down his shaft, earning another heavy sigh from Carmy. Your mouth meets your hand, then you’re pulling back up, allowing your hand to follow, getting his dick ready to be inside of you. You use your hand and your mouth in tandem, and Carmy’s trying his best not to buck his hips into your mouth too hard. His head is thrown back, and he reminds himself to open his eyes, wanting to memorize the way you look while going down on him. 

He gathers your hair to one side so that he can see you as you alternate through movements, knowing just what he likes. 

Suck, lick, sliding your mouth down his length to meet your hand again. The gentlest squeeze… 

And then you’re sitting up, making your back up his body and guiding his achingly hard length into you. Carmy’s hands go to your hips as you sink down onto him, muttering something inaudible as he makes you feel so incredibly full. Your hands go to his chest, propping yourself up as you begin to move your hips, his eyes rolling back. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you ride him. “What did I do to deserve this?” 

He knows he’s been an ass all week and he thinks you’re making him feel better than he deserves. 

You shake your head, moving your hips forward and back at an even pace. 

“Just wanna help you relax.” 

He moves a hand from your hips to your ass, raising up before coming back down with a loud smack. 

It’s just an encouragement, an ask for more. 

“Yeah?” he asks, feeling the fire in his belly grow stronger and stronger. 

You nod, beginning to ride him faster as he spanks you again causing you to throw your head back. You can feel his hips bucking up into you with a sense of urgency, as you meet each one with your own. Your hands go to your hair, just searching for something to hold onto because the way he makes you feel should be illegal. Carmy’s bouncing you on top of his hard length, and he’s hitting that spot so deep inside of you that you have to shut your eyes so tightly you’re seeing stars. 

Carmy doesn’t realize how wound tight he’s been all week – not until he’s watching you move on top of him, all feelings of worry and stress out of sight and out of mind. 

And then he’s pulling you down to him, keeping the fierce pace he’s set for the two of you. You roll your hips against his as he crashes his lips against yours again.

“Please just let me fuck you,” he murmurs in between kisses. 

You’re nodding with a, “Yes,” before he’s flipping you over onto your back, still inside of you. 

Carmy sits up, pulling your legs around his waist, slowing the pace of his movements down. He thinks the sight of himself disappearing inside of you will drive him absolutely insane, and he can’t tear his eyes away. 

In. Out. In. Out. 

Then he’s folding his body on top of yours, hiking one of your legs up higher on his hip so that he can hit that spot so deep inside of you that drives you wild.  

“Fuck, Carmy!” you cry. 

With the way you’re squeezing around him, he can tell you’re close. And so is he. He’s driving into you, one hand tangled in your hair as he buries his face into your neck. His other hand meets yours, interlacing his fingers between yours, pinning you down to the bed. His thrusts are deep and hard and you’re gasping – holding onto his shoulders, his biceps, and part of him that you can hold onto – as he moves on top of you. 

“Are you gonna cum?” you ask, barely able to get the words out. 

“Fuck,” Carmy howls as he lifts his head up. 

“Yes.”

His lips are back on yours for the messiest, wettest, hungriest kiss before he buries his face in your neck once again. His dick hits all of the right places, and you’re crying out his name, clamping down around him as he brings you to your climax. Carmy fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming more chaotic as he chases his high too. 

You’re practically hanging onto his arms for dear life as he gets closer. He’s driving into you, and you're losing your mind as his hand squeezes yours. Carmy lets out a few grunts as he cums, finally slowing down the pace of hips, before coming to a halt.

“Holy shit,” you say, shaking your head. 

You’re both flustered, sweaty messes, running your tongue over your kiss-swollen lips. 

He chuckles, lifting his head up to look at you. 

“Hi," he says.

“Hi,” you say back with a smile. 

Carmy moves up your body, leaning his forehead against yours, before leaving a small kiss on your nose. 

“I needed that.”

You giggle, “Me fucking too.”

He gives you a half smile in return. 

“C’mon. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

read: chapter two

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