#lookit that bump

[jewishsimming]

How it started ^

How it’s going:

[ecogirl2759]

Mako2; Electric Boogaloo

-Note-

All of these photos are from the Danganronpa 4コマ KINGS series. I do not own any of the drawings, but these photos are mine. All credit goes to Spike Chunsoft for the characters and the books themselves.

Check out part 1 here! Now away to part 2!!

(Lon g)

HE- JUST-- HIM--

He's just a smol boi lookin for love <3

*squish*

NO THAT'S WRONG!

Thonk

He's constantly worried about the status that is the goings on in his life

BANG :D

More fever dream Makoto. I still have no idea what's going on lol

LOOKIT HIM KICKIN HIS LITTLE FEET

He eepy, but he mad lol

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HIS FACE MAKES ME WANT TO CRY

BE HAPPY PLEASE :(

LMAO he looks like he's choking on something

NOOOO SOMEONE HELP HE'S TURNING 8-BIT!!!

"Haha, I'm in danger!"

Makoto is just so done with life.

He bumped his head :(

What even is this

And he's off! Say bye to Makoto :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~

(Okay it's technically tomorrow but it's only midnight so it's fine)

There are so many pictures of him that by the time I was taking pics of the fourth book I realized I only had two spaces left until I reached my limit :(

But here he is! Makoto 2! Isn't he adorable :D

That's not a question, that's a threat :)

I wasn't planning on making this post so soon, but it was requested, so you shall receive!

Hope y'all enjoy another trip down Makoto lane lol

Next up: Celestia Ludenburg!

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[linddzz]

Tell me about corals magic man

oh man this ask keeps sitting here and I keep starting to write stuff out, forgetting it, then never finishing. So since I am still processing tons of coral pics from a recent field work excursion about coral (and have a day off to just CHILL at home before regular work again) this is as good a time as any. CORAL. IT'S IMPORTANT I GUESS BUT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT? PLANT?? ANIMAL??? OVERAMBITIOUS ROCK??? Yes. kind of. Technically just an animal is correct. Corals are animals, but they are fucking weird animals. Weird in the way that only marine invertebrates can get. I love them because they're freaks. Let me show you.

Corals are a cnidarian, which puts them in the same category as anemones and jellyfish, and when you look at an individual coral polyp you can instantly see the relationship. They are colonial animals with massive structures formed out of polyps that are all clones of each other, and all building a support structure to form the whole, called the colony. An especially cute metaphor I've heard is that each coral polyp has it's own little nook like a room in the massive home they all work to build. A layer of tissue connects polyps to each other over the colony, allowing them to share nutrients and such over the entire structure like little marine communists. These polyps can range widely in size, and they can either be distinctly separate or all fused together, only distinguished by separate mouths. Numbers can also range from millions to a couple species that will have one or polyp mouths max. Polyps can extend out or retract into their little nook, called the calyx, and extend more when the coral is capturing prey from the water.

Lookit those cute little polyps, these guys make their own cubby for themselves!

Don't worry about what I just said about capturing prey and feeding, look at those cute little guys. Some of them are out and some are retracted, showing the little bump where they live.

Fused polyps like on brain corals don't extend exactly, but feeder tentacles will come out from that delineation between the ridge and oral groove. It's actually called an oral groove! Those tentacles are full of the same stinging cells jellyfish and anemones have! One biologist referred to brain corals as a wall of mouths! Ive seen them using those tentacles to slowly drag struggling little shrimps and larval fish towards a slowly opening mouth amongst that wall of mouths! It's like living in a place where at night, the walls open mouths and drag you into them with unthinking stinging strings! Sometimes they just spit out digestive strings to digest stuff outside of their body, like other coral that got too close and needs to check itself! Isn't that great!

A lot of people are surprised to hear "mouths" and "feeding" with corals and yup, corals are animals and therefore they eat! Each polyp has a mouth and tentacles and will extend them to capture prey, mostly zooplankton but also some plant material. Because they're fucking weird though, many species also gain energy via photosynthesis with the help of a symbiotic dinoflagellate called the zooxanthellae or symbiodinium. It's this algae like symbiont that actually gives coral most of their colors. These colors can range from psychadelic to just brown, with regular old browns and greens and yellows being the most common colors (especially in the Caribbean). A bleached coral is still alive, but due to stress has lost their zooxanthellae. They can survive and recover, but in this state they are highly stressed, prone to disease, and can starve slowly without the symbionts helping with their nutritional needs. They appear white or faded because the loss of their symbionts reveals the white calcium skeleton beneath the tissue.

Bleached portion of coral beside unbleached. A dead coral is one that has lost all of it's tissue, and every individual polyp has died, leaving nothing but the skeleton which can no longer grow without the living polyps. Bleached coral is very, very vulnerable to becoming a dead coral.

Unusually high heat is the most common trigger for a bleaching event. And this is where, in my education talks I sometimes do, I pause with a strained grimace of a smile as we all contemplate ocean temperatures hiking up every summer. SO WHY ARE THESE WEIRDASS ROCK ANIMALS IMPORTANT BESIDES BEING COOL TO LOOK AT? Coral structure can be colloquially described as stony or soft. Stony corals are what I work with more, and these guys are the ones that build a hard, calcium based structure as their support building, and these powerhouses are the ones that build the coral reef. Soft corals are what it says on the tin, they may have a sort of support structure that varies amongst families, but it's flexible (you'll see them waving very beautifully and gracefully in the currents) and they (for the most part) do not build the reef. If they do add to reef building it, it's with a very slow process of depositing fine layers. (Soft corals of course have their role in the overall reef health, but reefs are bonkers complicated ecosystems and I'm trying to keep on track here.) When you're looking at the reef, you are looking on centuries, if not millennia, of stony corals building on top of each other. Sometimes this building has been going on for so long that islands are made of fossilized reefs from millions of years ago, with corals that still resemble modern species in the rock. (This is the case of BonAire and blew my goddamn mind seeing the fossil reef it's so fuckin cool.)

Sometimes just a single colony will keep building on itself into massive structures. Polyp clones adding on and on to their predecessors, giving the colony overall a lifespan in centuries. It's thought that some huge colonies may be thousands of years old, because the fastest growing stony corals have a growth rate that may equal centimeters per year.

It's those reef structures of calcium carbonate building up and up that provide the homes to so many other creatures that coral reefs are some of the most biologically diverse, and biologically dense ecosystems out there, like rainforests of the ocean. Even marine life that doesn't live directly in the reefs have a connection to them, using them as feeding grounds, breeding areas, a place to hide while young and vulnerable, ect. They even protect coastlines, acting as a literal barrier that reduces wave damage from storms or just wave action in general. The reef takes the brunt of the physical damage, colonies get knocked around, but the still living polyps keep on building and rebuilding so the reef can go on and not get smashed into rubble every year. That is, if there are still stony corals alive to do the rebuilding. :))))))

So you have these weird animals who build stone structures like cathedrals, have algae in their tissue, live as massive ancient colonies of clones that can eat, photosynthesize, and also reproduce both asexually and sexually. They're able to branch out and do all of that because they are adapted to insanely stable environments. Temperatures don't fluctuate by more than a couple degrees seasonally, tides are consistent, storm seasons are consistent, the water is consistently clear due to lack of algae, which allows sunlight to penetrate and feed the symbionts that feed the coral. Mineral levels in the water are stable so they can take the calcium and carbonate from the sea water to build their skeletons. Without having to be able to adjust to changes in the environment they just went hog fucking wild on all the ways an animal can be an animal.

And here I once again pause with a strained grimace smile as we all take in how they need to be alive to keep building those reefs that support the ocean and the coasts, and how not stable their environment is becoming with new pollutants clouding waters, storms becoming more unpredictable, and waters having bigger temperature swings with hot summer spikes. :)))))))))))

[hypnotisedfireflies]

Cloud Nine & Other Stories preview

Well ... okay. So you guys are getting fluffy angst that will make absolutely no sense coming in cold. Good luck with that, lol.

This is from the eponymous story itself and was the first written.

“Tess.”

She turned.

“What were you doing?”

Tess shrugged slightly.  She’d just been standing there, thinking. 

“It don’t matter.  Come on, I think I’ve fixed our problem.”  He waved his hand in midair, beckoning her.  “Come on.”

Tess obediently followed him to the main lab.  He activated the hatch and they descended to the lower level, which was essentially storage of old equipment, supplies and redundant materials.  Tess put the brakes on when she saw the backlit tank sighing in the corner.  A shiver rattled down her spine.

“It’s all right,” Joel soothed, glancing between her and the tank.  “It’s nothing.  Hey, hey.  Look at me.  There you are.” 

Satisfied she’d conquered her revulsion, Joel offered her a little forehead kiss that made her feel warm inside.  He led her to a workbench containing equipment she didn’t recognise and a low, long, rectangular tray.  It contained the same thick, pale blue liquid as the tank.

“Just put your hands in there,” he said.  “Tess.”

“It’ll hurt.”

Joel winced sympathetically.  He moved behind Tess and steered her right up to the bench.  It bumped up against her thighs.  His hands ran up and down her arms and he kissed her cheek lightly.

“Not much and not for long.”

Joel gripped her wrists and thrust her hands down into the gel before she was ready.  Tess cried out as the shock sizzled through muscle and into her bones.  Joel grunted in pain at her neck.  He could feel it too, racing through her body and into his.  She tried to withdraw her hands or move away, but he was locked against her.  Her eyes stung with tears.  They sputtered into the gel.

A soft buzzer sang out.  The bottom of the tray opened up into dozens of little holes and the gel drained away, leaving her hands clean and dry.  Joel lifted her shaking hands and turned her in his arms.  She felt scalded.

“It’s all right, it’s all right,” he promised her.  “Look at me.  Ssh, ssh, ssh.  Don’t cry.”  He blew gently on her palms.  “It’s better.  Lookit.”

She looked down at her hands.  Through her tears, she could see it was better.  Her hands were marked with lines and her finger pads with whorls.  The doors would all open to her.

[cosmic-ships]

Your kind of being annoying about this Wrench character.

Oh I'm sorry lemme just *flips open daily planner notes*

✍️ be ✍️ more ✍️ annoying ✍️ about ✍️ my ✍️ husband.

Fun fact he has a camera in his mask that allows him to see so he isn't constantly bumping into shit.

Did you know he has a sledgehammer in whom he calls Lady Smash?

Did you know that I am totally hopelessly in love with him in every conceivable way possible?

Did you know I don't give two shit how annoying I am because it's my blog and right now I wanna scream about my husband so I'm gonna scream about my husband~

Extra fact: the block button is free 💜 💋

Have the day you deserve~

Lookit how cute my mans is heheheheh :3c

[ofyorkshire]

open, we're winging it

"Lookit me. Hey. Look." Barry James' voice shook but his gaze was resolute. "I need you to trust me, yeah? I'm goin' to watch, and you're going to hold my hand—" their knuckles bumped as his fingers slotted against theirs, squeezed tight, "—and when I say 'run', we run. You don't look back, not even if I let go, yeah? You look ahead and you keep runnin'. All the way to the bus stop at the end of the street."

A flash of light illuminated his face for a half of a half of a second. BJ flinched, ducked. The whites of his eyes were too bright . No time. No time.

"Get on the first bus. Doesn't matter where it's going. Y'just go. Yeah? Let me hear you say it."

[sparkedblaze]

PART 3 LET'S GOOOOO

*sigh*

Parts 1 and 2

@raggedy-albert tagging you bc you yelled at me ;-;

T/W cursing, talk of violence

"WHERE DOES IT SAY A GUY CAN'T CATCH A BREAK WHY SHOULD YOU ONLY TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN WHY SHOULD YOU SPEND YOUR WHOLE LIFE LIVIN' TRAPPED WHERE THERE AIN'T NO FUTURE EVEN AT SEVENTEEN BREAKIN' YOUR BACK FOR SOMEONE ELSE'S SAKE"

THOSE LYRICS HIT SO FUCKING HARD MY DUDES

JEREMY JORDAN'S VOCALS HOLY SHIT

HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS

MOVEMENTS

HIS A C T I N G

"I'll be there"

"Just be real is all I'm askin'."

"I GOT NOTHIN IF I AIN'T GOT SAAAAANTAAAAAAAAA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

That's the end of act 1. I only just finished act 1. I pause it too much to type everything out. And also I napped earlier and it felt g r e a t

Finch laying across the table

"Just ask a fish in the desert"

LES SITTING UNDER THE TABLE

"Why do old people talk?" "To prove they's still alive"

Mush's eyeroll

Squeeze Elmer's shoulder

FRONT PAGE?!

IAIN'S SMILE FUCK HIS SMILE IS SO DAMN CUTE

"WOULD YA LOOKIT THAT'S ME!"

"WHERE'S ME?! WHERE'S ME?!"

"I WON'T BE LAST IN LINE FOR THE TUB TONIIIGHT"

Tommy snatching the pape from Davey

"There's a headline even Elmer could sell"

HENRY'S LAUGH/REACTION TO ^

"JACK DON'T RUN FROM NO FIGHT"

"Take it down shortstop"

"FOR JUMPIN' JACKS SAKE CAN YOU STOW THE SERIOSITY LONG ENOUGH TO JUST DRINK IN THE MOMENT"

HIS LIL PUNCHIES

Albert's look of disgust at being touched without permission

"I'M FAYHMUS"

Henry: So?

"When ya fayhmus tha woild is ya erster."

😕 Wot?

????

"Ya erster"

"What are you saying???"

"EY YAKNOW YA FANCY CLAM WIT THA POIL INSIDE"

"O Y S T E R"

"HOW MUCH DOES BEIN' FAYHMUS P A Y?!"

"U DON'T🚫 NEED MONEY 💲 WHEN UR FAYHMUS😎 THEY GIVES YA WHATEVA YA WANT G R A T I S"

HEARING THE FIRST LIKE CHORDS (?) OF KONY IS THE BEST BC KONY IS THE BEST SONG IF YOU CAN'T TELL BY HOW LONG THIS POST ALREADY IS P MUCH ONLY WITH KONY THINGS

RACE AND KATH DOING THE PLAYFUL HIT THINGS

WHY DID THEY CHANGE RACE'S LINE?! IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE FOR ROMEO TO WANT A PERMANENT BOX AT THE SHEEPSHEAD RACES

"Oh no"

*tucks emotional support stick under arm* "knOBBin WIt AlL DA MuCKeTY MuCks I'M BLowIN MY doUGH AND gOIN dELuxE"

Statue of Liberty

The obscene amount of times Racer sticks his tongue out

Raver ruffling Mush's hair

"AMSCRAY PUNK"

"BUNCHA WET NOODLES" "PULITZER'S POODLES"

Davey and Ike playing dogs even after everyone else drops it

EVERY SINGLE FACE IN THE POODLES SCENE

Lemme just (bad quality but I can’t clip it ;-;)

LIKE ALBERT WTF ARE YOU DOING???

JOJO MY MAIN MAN WHY

RACER THAT SMILE CREEPY AS HELL STOP

DAVEY AND IKE, AS STATED ABOVE

MIKE WTF

ELMER LOOKING ABSOLUTELY DONE

"LET'S GET DRUNK" 😃 Y E A H "NOT WITH LIQUOR" 😧

Clap

Hop

TAPPITY TAPPITY TAPPITY TAP MAKE ME STIM SO HARD ILY

FINCH AND HIS SUSPENDERS

EVERYONE GETTING OFFENDED AT GETTING ONE UPPED

TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP TAPPITY TAP

KICK

SPIN

BUMP BUMP

BUTTONS'S BROOM

EVERYONE GETTING SPOONS

"A L R I G H T RED"

SMALLS

ILY

SPOON FIGHT

EVERYONE JOINING IN

"GOT EM"

CHCHCHCHCHCHCHCHCCCKCKCKCCH

TAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAPTAP

*shoving Kath out of chair*

*cleans off ground with hat*

BOOOOOOOOOOOOO

THE WAY THEIR LITTLE ARM THING TICKLES MY BRAIN

Albert: Ehhhh Albert: Oh shit that's actually p good

THE CHOREOGRAPHY IS SO GOOD

"LOOK AT ME I'M THE KING OF NEW YORK"

"THIS IS GONNA MAKE BOTH THE DELANCEYS PEE IN THEIR PANTSIES"

ELMER'S FACE

FINCH'S LIL FACE BANDAGE

THE SHOT WHEN THEY SING "GUTS AND GLORY"

SPIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

TKTKTKTKTKTKTTKTTKTKTTKTKTKTKT

"OF NEW YORK!!!"

SEEING THEM ALL OUT OF BREATH AND GRINNING AND IK THEY HAD SO MUCH FUN

SMALLS

Point

Clapclap clap

ROMEO AND FINCH HAVING SO MUCH FUN

FUCK WAIT NOW IT'S LETTER FROM THE REFUGE

"Dear Jack..."

I paused it.

I don't wanna watch anymore ;-;

I wanna pretend they're all still happy and tappin' around Jacobi's

"Guess I wasn't much help yest'aday"

"Oh, yeah, Jack This is Crutchie by the way"

Andrew Keenan Bolger is just so fuckin good

"So far they ain't brung us no fooood..." lol

"Maybe though... heh heh... Not tonight..."

"We miiiight just go..."

Definitely NOT Ike sleeping next to him SHHHHHHHHHHHHH

"Damn this place."

"Your friend Your best friend Your brother Crutchiiiieeeee"

Albert Some other redheaded newsie: "Enough already!"

Everyone looking for Jack

MISS MEDDA I FUCKING LOVE YOU

Jack pretending to not be crying

"You're a gem"

"Does it matta?"

"If you're running away, nowhere is ever the right place"

"How about lettin' a pal know you're alive?!" Jack: Ffs 🙄

"Why don't I leave you with your boyfriend?"

"YaevathinkIdidntwannabefound"

"A B O V E THE FOLD"

Bap

Smack

They're so close just lean forward a lil and give him a lil smooch

Poke

:|

"JUST LIKE I SAID"

"We're inevitable"

"Fame is one intoxicating potion"

"Yes he did and then he died :)"

Kath's lil supportive nod

"Smart enough to get you committed to a padded room"

JACK'S ART

"Lighten up, no one died."

LES'S LIL WORRIED FACE WHEN JACK TELLS THEM ABOUT CRUTCHIE

"If I wanted a sermon I would show up for church."😠

"Tell me how quitting does Crutchie any good."

"Exactly."

"Here's how it goes-"

T E E T H

"Jackie think about it"

JACK HOW WERE YOU EXPECTING TO MAKE IT IN SANTA FE WITHOUT KNOWING WHY A SNAKE RATTLES

"poor GUYS head IS SPINNING"

"Whywouldhesendforthegoonsanentirearmydozensofgoonsplusthecopsand-"

Kath’s amazement at Jack admitting being wrong

ETHAN’S DUMB FACE 😭😭😭

“Stay on track”

“AND WEVE GOT JACK”

Spit shake

Davey being disgusted

“And I’ve got a date!!!”

Kath being nervous asf to confront her dad

“The newsies are striking against… me”

Kath trying to melt into her chair

I’m gonna kick Snyder

*WHACK* “WHAT GOOD WOULD QUIET DO ME”

Kath’s panic when Jack shows up

“Ask and ye shall be received”

S i t

“Good aftanoon bois”

“Aaand which Jack Kelly is this? The charismatic union organizer? Or the petty thief, and escaped convict?”

“Which one gives us more in common? Eh?” *wiggles finger*

“Crowwlin”

“Want i should save ya a spot on the bill?”

B o y

“When New York wakes up to-“ 😗🧐 “-front page photos of our rally”

“Even some reporters”

THE BIG REVEAL

JACKS FACE

KATHS FACE

“Yeeeeeessss”

Why does Pulitzer hit his desk so much? Take a Xan and calm down my guy

I’m gonna kick Snyder pt 2

THE DELANCEYS CATCHING AND HOLDING JACK SO HE CANT GET OUT DHSGWHMFKE

Morris looking 100% done with Pulitzers shit

“They know I don’t care” 🙂

“Tossed 🫴🏼➰ to the rats🐀 Will they ever be able to thank you enough?💅🏻”

BOTTOM LINE REPRISE

I like that he calls Jack ‘Cowboy’ in this song as a little homage to the original, but (bc I saw Livesies first) I was so confused when I watched it at first.

So ik they only use the newsies to move sets bc they can go fairly unnoticed by the audience when they’re going on and off stage. But just the idea that even if they aren’t actually there with him, them still do everything for Pulitzer is a statement to me

Morris hopp of stairrrrrrs

*bonk bonk bonk* “That there… is firm”

Jacks lil tantrum

“NEWSIES NEED OUR HELP TODAYYY”

HELLO SPOT LOML

TOMMY BRACCO 😍😍😍 (congrutalions on his engagement 😭😭)

THE LIL GAP IN HIS TEETH IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Reasons I love Brooklyn (from left to right:

Graves

Myron

Spot

Hotshot

Bart

Ty for coming to my Ted Talk

“We’ll getcha payback with some PAY BACK”

Speepy Jack

Spot’s dramatic ass taking his hat off

“BOROUGH WHAT GAVE ME BOITH”

Everyone else hurriedly taking off their hats

“FRIENDLIEST PLACE ON OITH”

“PAYUS A VISIT AND SEE WHAT WE MEANS”

“AND WHEN YA DOOOOOO”

“WE’LL KICK YA HALFWAY TO QUEENS”

Definitely totally Jack Kelly on that printing press and definitely NOT Devin Lewis

The entirety of the boroughs introducing themselves

PFFPTTHHH

“WE IS HEEEEEERRRREEEE”

Davey’s first spit shake without wiping it off 🥹

MISS

MEDDA

LARKIN

Bart’s lil hops 🥺🥺

THE CROWD CONTROL

Eyebrows

Jack Jack Jack Jack

Everyone smacking signs against the ground

“Youwannabetalkedtolikeanadultstartactinlikeone”

Racer’s smile 😭😭😭

“That’s was a lousy thing to do” Everyone else: HELL YEAH IT WAS

Elmer’s Graves’ smile

Pulitzer

S H O V E

“He’s a sellout”

JACK RAISING HIS HAND AT LES

“YOU'RE A TRAITOR JACK”

DAVEY'S DEVASTATION

“HESAIDYOUCOULDGOTHROUGHMYSTUFF?!”

Kath plz be more considerate

THE

FUCKING

PROJECTIONS

"A little different from where you were raised?" s n a t c h

"I DO NOT THINK YOU ARE ONE TO TALK ABOUT TURNIN' ON FOLKS"

"Ya ffffffffADDA"

"a ffffffist in ya mouth"

Finger wiggle

Paper wiggle

"good for you"

"The children's crusade..."

"Oh no"

"Ya just gonna take back lAta"

Gotta be honest, Something to Believe In makes me so irrationally angry. Their whole relationship feels forced and only there for the romance grab :)

I feel like they could've done a lot with Kath's character without making her fall for Jack

Like it makes sense that Jack would feel things for her. She represents this freedom he's never gotten to have. She helped get the newsies a better hand in life. Granted it isn't perfect, but it's a hell of a lot better. Not to mention all the newsies have the emotional range of a speck of dust.

Kath, on the other hand, seems very in tune with her emotions. She knows how she feels about Jack during Watch What Happens, and I personally don't think much changed between them between that and StBI.

I think it would've been far better to have Jack, this emotionally ignorant artist pining after Kath, the 'sure of herself' journalist helping make a better life for his family, despite the repercussions of going against her father, who was originally in it just to further her career but has grown to care for and love all of these kids.

Have I mentioned the projections?

I also haven't mentioned this at all, but I love the newsies that push in Jack's 'penthouse' and just sit at the bottom of the set pieces.

Bump

SHOVE

Also seeing Kath deck Jack right here (bc she doesn't know how to respond to him trying to kiss her) would be so much better than a kiss

Don't ask me why, just trust me

Their hug at the end of it though

IS IT NORMAL TO KNOW WHICH NEWSIE IS GOING UP THE STAIRS BY THEIR SILHOUETTE?

"We could hold a hoedown in here and no one would be the wiser"

"Hey!" "Hm?" "It's good to have you back again"🥰 "Shaddup."

BillDarcy

Y'ALL THEY TRADED VESTS AND THEY WANT US TO BELIEVE EITHER OF THESE BOYS ARE STRAIGHT???

Darcy's disgust

"B B Bill. So I suppose you're the son of William Randolph Hearst." "And proud to be a part of your revolution"😃

Nicholas Masson rolling his sleeves up-

Can we talk about how perfect a Javey first kiss would've been at "we ain't come this far to lose" without Kath being there

"HEEEEERRRREEE THEY COOOOMMMMEEE"

Tommy Bracco

Albert's lil nod

Smalls doing nothing but wiggling that bolt

look look

"BLEED EEEEM"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FREEDOM"

Spot doing nothing but standing and looking intimidating

WHACK

HENRY HELP SMALLS

Ty 🥰

ALL THE ANGLES THROWING PAPES

"TEN THOUSAND FISTS"

LAYERS

LAYERING VOCALS IS MY KRYPTONITE

A;SLDKFHAPSHGPAIUSFGP

BAM "THERE'S CHANGE COMIN ONCE AND FOR ALL"

THE FUCKING KEY CHANGE A;LSDGHPAOUSFGPANS I SCREAM. I CRY. I FOAM AT THE MOUTH. I LOVE THIS SHOW

Stomp

"WELL I'M SORRY-I AM-"

"Sorry"

"Such language"

"MORNIN GENTS"

hat

I didn't know you could throw money in an inherently queer-coded way but here we are

The way Jack sits in the chair and gets confy

"Oh, we're your loyal employees"

"Oooohhhh"

"WHAT'S THAT MAKE YOU"

Ben Fankhauser

The chorus starting up again and Jack just 👀

Spot taking off his hat again

wavey wavey wavey

Race 'cheers'ing with his cigar

"So what's your next move"

MISS

MEDDA

"Joseph Joseph Joseph"

Hummy hummy hummy

"Bully"

Shakes hand "My god"

"I'd do it with a SMILE"

"A soft head"

"He doesn't do happiness does he?"

HANNAH

HANNAH ILY

"I'm young. I ain't stupid"

"I GOT CONTITUENTS WITH A LEGITIMATE GRIPE"

Wiggle finger

"iT's a CoMprOMIse WE cAn All LiVE WiTH"

Spit shake

"andtheWorldwillknow"

TOMMY

FINCH

RACE BUTTONS ALBERT ROMEO I LOVE ALL OF YOU

THEIR SIGNS

HUGS FOR EVERYONE

Why does every actor who plays Roosevelt look exactly the same????

"Ya miss me?!" YES😭

Davey swallowing his laugh when Crutchie calls Roosevelt 'your highness'

"Don't sweat it, gov"

"tarantulas?"

"And we're family" YEAH YOU ARE BABY

"show me that backseat I been hearing so much about"

Albert's gimme gimme gimme motion

"G U Y S"

Race's lil hop

"I been I been BUSY"

smacksmacksmack

"CARRYIN THE BANNER MAN TO MAN"

"HERE'S THE HEADLINE"

Jeremy Jordan counting his steps

"WHOO"

"OF NEW YORK"

*incoherent shouting* "NEWSIES OF NEW YOOOORK AYOOOOO"

Tommy being slightly off

Kick

Spin

Flip

Clap clap

CHAZ WOLCOTT IS SO FKING TALENTED

shrug

BART

slide

I DON'T REMEMBER HIS NAME BUT THE GUY WHO PLAYS DARCY DOING FLIPS WITH NICK MASSON (WHO PLAYS BILL)

Specs falling when they do the lil cartwheels

All their lil hops and bows

THE DELANCEYS HANDSHAKE

AKB

Kara Lindsay being a lil early

JJ almost eating it

HYPEHYPEHYPEHYPE- Race, Mike, Ike, and Spot

JJ boogeyin

Kara and Ethan boogeyin

Kara and Jordan hugging

Nick swinging from the set

Ben and Sky doing a handshake and Ben almost knocking Sky over going for a chest bump when Sky wanted a hug

I DID IT

I FINISHED IT WITH ENOUGH ROOM

I HONESTLY THOUGHT KONY WOULD MAKE ME NEED AT LEAST ONE MORE, BUT I THINK STBI COUNTERED IT

[handmadehazefromtheheart]

I said it before but I'm SO proud of how the torso turned out. The curve at the base of the tail was maybe an unnecessary addition... A bit of a lump there, maybe it'll be better to just leave the tail straight and bendy all the way through in the pattern — but lookit all the curves and angles!!

The bump just behind the head for a slightly visible spine where the shoulders lift it up! The indent just after the ribcage that curves out again at the bottom of the belly! The visible bumps on either side of the hipbone!

I mean it's not hyperrealistic but holding it feels good and correct. >:3 And the head indent looks much better stuffed than it did while I was working on it. Hopefully it'll look good when the head is on. 🤞

[chimckennoodlesoup]

Somnium's tail flicked in exasperation as they silently waited in the ship's lobby for Vagrant to be done mingling with the other guests. The Gieeg had (surreptitiously) booked tickets for themselves and their partner to go on a luxury space cruise, which they figured would be a welcome respite from their usual routine of traveling the stars and looking for problems to solve...

Only, it was awfully hard to kick back and relax when Vagrant was off with the luggage and the keys to their room, doing who knows what and talking to who knows who.

Yes, Vagrant was carrying their things... the human had insisted on being the one to do so, despite only having one arm to make do with. "You're the one who planned this whole darn thing," they had argued. "Lemme give you a hand! Besides, it's not like we're takin' a whole bunch of stuff..." Fair enough. Most of it was Vagrant's clothes, Somnium had to suppose. And some odds and ends-

"'Ey, partner! Quit standin' around and let's go see our room already!"

Somnium snapped to attention! They looked down to see Vagrant, who was tugging on their arm. "Oh, bellhop! I didn't see you down there!"

"Bold words, for someone whose stuff I'm carryin'!" Vagrant flashed a cheeky grin. "For your information, wise guy, I was just catchin' up with some of our pals! Bumped into Degirue, and then Myke an' Ariine..."

"Really?" Somnium's head tilted as they led the way to the central elevators. "Fancy meeting all of them here..."

"Well, can't blame 'em for havin' the same idea. It is a great season for a cruise, after all! ...Probably." Vagrant set their bags down for a spell as the elevator began to rise. "Hard to tell in space. I suppose any season's a great season when y'aren't fightin' pirates or gettin' pelted with asteroids... hey? Look!"

Through the glass wall of the elevator, Vagrant had spied a familiar pair of Arkans, who were riding the opposite elevator going down. They tried, in vain, to grab the attention of the other two.

"Is that... Cercil and Uno?" Somnium peered over the head of their partner to get a better look.

"Naw, I'm sure it's just some other cyborg and one-eyed, cloak wearin' pal!" Vagrant guffawed.

"Don't make me turn this ship around!" Though Somnium's arms were crossed, the smile on their face betrayed their amusement.

"Go ahead, silly! Ship's not even movin' yet! Heard we're on a slight delay... after a mix-up at the front desk involvin' an hombre wearin' some kinda mask." Vagrant was the first to step off of the elevator as it reached their floor.

"A... mask?" Somnium repeated as they followed suit.

"Yeah. Saw 'im on the way in. It was a cool mask! Some of the other guests seemed a little uncomfy about it, but hey. Life's a masquerade, we all got our masks..." Vagrant shrugged.

"Mmm." Somnium nodded their assent as Vagrant turned the keys to their room. "A fair point."

"Hoo, boy! Lookit all this!" Vagrant threw down their belongings before jumping directly onto the large bed at the center of the extravagant suite. "Dang, this place is fancy!"

"Glad you're already having fun. Don't mind me..." In sharp contrast to their partner, Somnium was already reading over the emergency evacuation itinerary. After all, it was better to be safe rather than sorry! It looked like each cabin was part of a buddy system in the event of an emergency, and their assigned buddies were...

"Kaylin and Kai Madrid?" Vagrant had already made themselves at home, and was leaning over Somnium's arm to read. "Well I'll be! Small world, hey?"

"Quite... we have more than a few friends with us on this voyage, it seems. And from all over." Somnium folded the pamphlet neatly before tucking it away.

"An' I bet we'll make more friends, too! One was taggin' along with Degi, even." Vagrant fell back onto the bed, which was luxuriously soft. "Kulgen was his name. He's a Gieeg, too, and really into Earth culture and the like. So-"

"Just like Degirue. Birds of a feather really do flock together, eh?" Somnium chuckled. "I'm sure we'll have the opportunity to socialize more at dinner. For now... Vagrant?"

The human, who had apparently been more tuckered out than they let on, was already snoozing on the criminally comfortable bed.

"Ahahahaha. Here's to a relaxing vacation, then, hmm?"

[elkenbulwark]

@wildskissed cont.

If she thought him audacious in merely telling her what to expect of their little traveling arrangement now that he knew what sort of selective suitor operation she'd been a part of this whole time, then she was really going to think he shared blood with tanarukk with how hellish of a process he could turn toting her cross the entirety of the damned Sword Coast. The same way he'd be dragging Ren along tossed over his shoulder and roughly jostled at each bump in the road encountered if the two hadn't fallen apart-flung towards different corners of Fae'run with only Baldur's Gate serving as a place they could reasonably find one another again given Birvor's tether to the upper city and Ren's confinement to...well, his own room.

Though the height of her voice surprised him, climbing as if to reach where he towered like she thought he couldn't hear her down there, when really- he just didn't want to now that considering how her mouth sounded around certain words just drove the dagger half stuck in his back in deeper, he had hardly backed down from louder, larger foes before- and he wasn't about to start with a shove that merely earned a grunt for all its effort. Knocked back just a step that he took himself, his upper folded over just slightly as if catching the hit in his chest was just the barricade needed for him to reach up and snag the slender wrist attached to the strike- and it was. Though there was enough power in the firm grip grappled about the thinnest area of bone in her arm to snap it with ease, he held it with the care he'd fostered in forcing Ren about without actually leaving a mark on the other. It was a patient skill, and it came with many an elbow to the jaw and shoves to the lower back to send his balance reeling.

"There uh counterspell fer offense, then? 'Cause I'm bout to be sendin' heaps've it back your way if you even think-" His voice a low growl-ever mindful of who would stir first from inside their tents at the commotion and come to investigate, still struggled with its boiling point, threatened to boil over the longer he struggled to keep it under a lid. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, tusks ground in to his lip as he hoped in vain that she'd understand just what this was doing to him.

Keeping her hand pinned to his chest at the initial blow point, he gave her wrist another squeeze while finding the fury in her gaze with his half hidden beneath the furrow of his brow. "If you think I'm all for learnin' hows to say bye to ya sooner- 'cause I'm not. It's bloody well hard, innit? I can't even...proper lookit ya right now." He didn't want to forget the soft expression she'd affixed to him the night prior because he knew once he committed to ensuring her and Ren's paths crossed, she'd have nothing but the disdain he always thought she should have showed him from the very start of their forced adventure.

The force of her finger jabbing at his collarbone only coaxed a tighter grip upon her arm, and though it was hard, he tipped his head back to regard the agitation roiling behind the amethyst of her eyes and clicked his teeth. "Oh, don't threaten me with a good time, would you? You're sittin' there cross with me while you're one what's got the pret'y little, plotted out, perfect life lined up, and I'm bein' gen'rous enough to get you there." As far as the rituals and practices of elven families went, he couldn't comment or even think to ask why it had been so important to the Cragdews that Ren and another elf were to have relations, but then again, it was not part of his usefulness to care on the matter, though now that he knew her better and the feeling of her lips and the way she held him, he had begun to start- and it was irksome to say the least.

"...were you ever gonna tell me 'bout this...'arrangement', huh? Or am I just more amusin' to watch stumble round in the dark? Go on, tell me. Since yer 'pinion matters the most here."

[sophie-i-guess13]

“Unca Tim, lookit.”

Lori shoves her book in front of her and does her best to clamber up into Tim’s lap, crawling up his leg and pushing herself up on his knees. She hauls herself up, holding tight to his jeans, and pushes her book forward so he can see it.

Tim winces as her elbow collides with his cracked ribs, but dutifully wraps an arm around her waist to pull her back, situating her on his lap so she won’t fall off. He picks up the book and scans the orange cover. The Little Engine That Could.

“You want me to read, mouse? S’that what this is?”

“Read.”

Tim bounces his knee a bit to bump her gently. “What do we say when we want somethin’, huh? What did your momma tell you to say?”

“Read, please,” Lori says again, tapping at the book. “Read, please.”

“Okay, hon, I’ll read.”

“Shes a little demanding,” he whispers. Lori’s eyes have since fallen closed, her face against his chest and small hands holding to his t-shirt. “Sounds like someone I know-”

“Careful, Tim,” Sylvia chides, dragging the peroxide-soaked rag down his temple to get a better look at the gash left behind from some Soc’s rings, “remember who’s playin’ nurse for ya’.”

“No one does it better than you, doll.”

“Thank you.”

[carli-meows]

Thrill Stars - Deranged Myme Crewe

2 in the morning, midnight snack, camera action

whos eating what; thats the big time question

a sound by the window, probably just a stray cat

worse, it's me with red eyes; brandishing a spiked bat

the camera cuts, im somehow in your house

you barely noticed, munching cereal in your mouth

i bump an end table, you turn and im not there

the phone ringing makes you jump, goosebumped your hairs

you're munching and chatting, unaware of your doom

im upstairs crackin windows, tping your washroom

you hear me, you rush up the stairs and fall on your butt

and down them... what the fuck (CUT)

you can't have your victims falling down and dieing before you get to them, dahling

makes you look rubbish, go take 5 we'll film a different scene be hasty, back in 10 ok? ok bye

my turn, take two, no more fuckin around

scary lady silent kayti, killer jyester like a wicked clown

it's a frat party, and lookie a myme with a chainsaw

cheap beer battered minced meat for all of yalls

i go to kick the door down, i think i skipped leg day

oh, it's a pull not a push- fuck it, anyways

revved it up like clowncar hand crank and what do i get

a pile of dead bitches but my bandana not blood soaked yet

im not the killer? the killers locked in here with me

im getting frantic with it, where this scaredy bitch gottsta be

and there i go, getting dissed off again, i get no respect

amateur actor on the WRONG SET

Ah lookit whatcha done did now you gone and fucked up all our shit cmahn gett outta here

some one get this broad off my fuckin set god damn it ray, can you do that for me THANK YOU god lee

i pull up with a double barrel, bottomless ammo

im here to pop bitches, and atomize bone marrow

with my fuck around find out kinda attitude

these are bean ball bullets, you're better off catchin, dude

whose what, and who's where?

in this warehouse ass building? i can smell em in there

my target is some directors and a crew

this bottomless clip gettin this work in too

i kick down the first door that i saw

closed my eyes and stared blastin like Buck BcCaw

when I open my eyes everyone was dead

oh shit the fuck k and süks doin in this big ass shed

we were THIS close to making bank dawg cmon man, i was gonna ace this take

nah mate, ya form was all kinds of crooked, it's a slasher not a thriller, fucko, wouldve been lucky to get a 20 spot, truthly

[cupidssorbet]

Size kink + Praise.

Characters included: John price, Simon “Ghost” Riley, König.

Includes: PIV, Praise, Belly Bulge??, Riding, No plot much, AFAB but no assigned pronouns.

Word count: 1001.

John Price:

John didn't mind letting you ride him most times, he found it slightly amusing to watch you find your rhythm and what not, but what he enjoyed the most was watching the slight bulge in your lower stomach. While he kept one hand atop your hips not keeping a too bruising grip but one enough to keep you steady, sliding his other hand to rest atop your lower stomach.

"You take me so damn well darlin'.." he murmured softly a slight chuckle escaping his lips when you whined out softly at his praise, "God lookit you..feel so damn good around him." John rubbed a calloused thumb over the bulge that formed with each softly movement of your hips up and down. With each mewl and keen from you he equaled it with a groan or praise for you.

Your cunt fluttering around him had his head lolling back coupled with the soft feeling of the lower bump from the head of his cock buried deep within in you, it had you reeling when he brought your hand where his rested. That coil tightening from the feeling.

“John—!” Before you could say anything your cunt fluttered and clamped around him earning a rumble of a groan as he rode out your high with calculated thrusts that soon became lazy and sloppy as he neared his desperate. Before he deep inside, spurting ropes of cum inside allowing you to rest on his chest with a rumbling chuckle.

“The things you do to me.”

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

You laid on your back, nestled amongst the pillows on the bed, Simon’s face buried in your neck and shoulder nipping and kissing the flesh, reveling in the noises he could pull from your lips with just his mouth.

Usually he wasn’t like this, but for some reason he came home needing you more than ever, hands resting on your waist when he found you as he pulled his mask up slightly and then you found yourself here beneath him murmuring his name. “Alright darlin’ I got you.” He whispered against your shoulder as he lined himself up with your entrance slowly pushing in as you savored the stretch that came with it. The stretch always getting you everytime.

He watched you, your reactions, the look in your eyes and the way your mouth gaped open. His gaze drifting slowly before it landed on the soft bulge that formed with each movement. He watched for a moment entranced by it, moving a rough hand to rest on it, the feeling of it coming and going had him gritting out a groan.

Slowly he moved his hips more desperately, his thrusts becoming stronger and more fervent as you babbled his name out hands gripping the sheets, white knuckles as your eyes fluttered shut through moans and keens.

“Simon— S’Much.” You murmured out through gasps and cries out to him. “Yeah? You see how well you’ve got me?” He huffed out as he took one of your hands in his and rested it beneath his, atop the soft bump that formed with his thrusts. A keen escaping your lips at the feeling that had him letting out. A breathless chuckle.

“Somethin’ good huh?” He teased as he leaned down closer to you, his words and the feeling he gave you had that feeling reappearing in your lower stomach, trying to get the words out before you came hard around his cock, sucking him like a vice that him groaning in your ear. “That’s it..come on darlin’.” His thrusts became faster and rougher as he chased his high.

With final thrusts hand still resting on yours, as he still deep within your velvet heat, spilling deep inside with murmured and muffled praise.

“You’re too damn good to me darling.”

König:

König wasn’t rough or gentle, he was an in between kind of lover, and you enjoyed that with his praises that he always told you, but tonight, he was desperate over you. He needed you, he wanted you, he had to have you. On all fours, face buried in the pillows, drool pooling by your mouth through babbles at the way he practically split you open with his cock alone.

And he was in heaven over you and your noises, the way you called out his name through babbled words and begs. One large hand/arm snaked around your waist, mask rubbing against your back through muffled praises, then König’s hand ended up rubbing something in your lower stomach, catching his attention, stilling for a moment earning a whine from you.

He moved slowly to make sure he knew what he was feeling, and when he did, he couldn’t help the smug smirk beneath his mask. Groaning softly as he moved again, the bulge from his cock buried in you, “Meine Liebe(my love), you feel so—so perfect.” König chuckled gruffly, voice thicker from the feelings, more than just the tightness of heat, the bulge still always catching his attention.

Every thrust had your mouth agape, gasps and strangled whines escaping every-time with the stretch from him, König was in heaven, the feeling and the atmosphere sending him absolutely.

The feeling of your heat fluttering around him and clutching him, causing him to stutter his hips slightly, he could tell you were close. “Ohh..Your close Meine Liebe?” With a fervent nod from you, he sped up his thrusts, those praises returning with his bruising grip.

“Come on, Cum around my cock, I know you can.” He huffed with a chuckle when you whined out that coil becoming tighter and that aching feeling coming back, every vein and pulse of his cock sending you so much over the edge. Your cunt tightening around his cock as he choked out a groan of a moan, his thrusts became sloppier as he rode out your high before he still deep inside, hands resting on that bulge as he came deep.

“Fuck..miene liebe, you are just a vision.”

[sthenosims]

29 weeks and glowing.

[dduane]

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐙𝐞𝐚𝐥

summary: you couldn’t wait to get to the hotel so Chris makes you grind on his loafer.

warnings: chris evans x f!reader. shoe grinding. dirty talk. choking. lewd acts in a limo and on a loafer. Chris Evans looking like this ☝️ 

word count: 1004

author’s note: this outfit did me in. imma be dreaming about it for days. feel free to scream about it in my inbox. 💙

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ☾  

“Come on, you can do better than that, baby.” Chris quips as he shifts in the backseat of the limo when it pulls away from the Lightyear Premiere.

He widens his legs, allowing your body to nestle between his strong thighs before he nudges his loafer against your naked cunt.

“What did ya say to me?” With a teasing glint in his eye, he asks, “That you couldn’t wait to leave so you could cum all over me?”

His smirk goes deadly when you whimper and try to hide your face in his blue linen covered thighs. “Ah ah, don’t go all shy on me now, baby, you’re gonna get off on my shoe and I’m gonna watch.” 

He looks so powerful as he sits before you. Dressed in a three-piece light blue suit with his tattoos and chain on display looking like a big bad boss man on vacation overseas. He spreads his legs wide, easily taking over the backseat with his broad frame and suffocating your mind and body in the process. 

Your pussy gushes at the sight and makes the graze of your uncovered cunt against the dark gray loafer extra stimulating. The supple leather is soft as silk as you grind your soaked core firmly down on his foot. 

Your eyes roll back after a rather fervid spike of rapture shoots up your spine. It has you mumbling an incoherent mess into the steamy cabin of the limo. 

“Thatta girl, get that cunt nice and wet for my big cock. You know how it hurts if you’re not prepped right?” The timbre of his voice is low but you hear him all the same. You dumbly nod and drive your hips faster against the handmade leather.

The little tassels flick and nudge your clit on every forward thrust, tempting you to release your cream all over the fancy shoe. Your cunt quivers, clenching down on nothing after a long, tantalizing glide over the little bumps of stitching and immaculate design. 

A forceful gasp tears from your lips as your orgasm steadily approaches. The beginning shocks electrify your system but it’s stamped out when a burly hand wraps suddenly around your throat. 

Your wide, anxious eyes whip open in a stupor. Chris looks like a feral beast who caught easy prey. Your hands secure around his thick wrist as you clamber under his omnipotent aura and sputter from the abrupt lack of air. His fingers press sublimely against your tender column as he easily withholds your precious oxygen. 

“If you want to cum, you betta keep grindin’ that pretty cunt.” Fierce hunger paints his face as you writhe in his hold and do as he says, shifting your hips back and forth with a quick and steady rhythm. 

Your eyes go glassy and your jaw drops open, desperate for air as you chase your high on his foot. “Lookit’ my nasty girl,” He muses arrogantly, “You’re so fuckin’ greedy for cock you’ll grind on anything I tell you too.” 

Your fingers dig into his wrist as the intensity spikes and the wave of bliss surges so high your brain tingles. His brow pinches, and his eyes are deep and foreboding as he drags your face to his. His nose nudges yours as he invades your space, “You’re drippin’ through the leather, Baby. Makin’ a fuckin’ mess. You know you’re gonna lick it clean, right?”

Chris’s hold on your throat goes slack but he never lets go as he prolongs the exquisite, mind-numbing effects as you suck in a dire breath as your orgasm takes hold and your body shakes and spasms on his shoe. 

“There you go. Good girl.” he groans while you come down from your high, sucking in breath after breath as your chest burns.

You feel thighs feel damp and sticky as you carefully raise yourself off the leather. A long, syrupy strand of slick stretches until it breaks from the pressure and snaps back onto your bare leg. You whimper as your juices sear your inner thighs when you lean over and come face to face with the shiny, gluey loafer.

Chris looks like a cat who ate the canary as he watches from his perch above. “Go on, be quick. We’re almost at the hotel.”

Your tongue tentatively slides along the drenched seam and laps at the obscene amount of cream you produced. The tangy taste lacks his own pearly essence and you wish you had more control. You wish it was his cock you were currently licking your mixed spend off of instead of his shoe.

“Get it as clean as you can, Baby. We’re just pulling up.” Chris says curtly and adjusts his half hard bulge.

The car comes to a stop and you sit back observing the darkly stained leather. You inwardly cringe wondering how the fuck you were going to explain that to his stylist. 

Chris reaches for the door handle but you nervously grasp his wrist before he opens the door, “What’re we going to say happened?” You ask, peering down at his shoe.

Chris waves you off with his million-dollar smile. “I’ll just say I spilled a drink on it.” He says casually before giving you a quick kiss and opening the limo door. 

He offers you his hand before safely leading you into the hotel amongst the thongs of flashing cameras and screaming fans. He dips his head and brushes his lips against your ear. “Bet that cunt is feelin’ pretty empty. Do I have to stuff you full’a my fingers durin’ the elevator ride?”

You playfully shove your shoulder into his chest and mutter “bastard” under your breath before biting your lip. The crude image has your cunt already clenching thinking about how deep he’d work his fingers inside you.  

Chris sees your brain working and the hazy look that comes over your face. He huffs out a ragged laugh and smacks your ass as the elevator door opens. “We’re almost to the god damn room, Baby. You’re gonna wait.”

so there miiiiiight be a continuation if this gets enough love...  😉

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