#next day reblog

[clarissasbakery]

coinpins of the past and that gina quote that won’t leave my head

[pricklenettle]

Here’s a better picture of the Valerie request

[pedropascalsx]

124 days & 124,000 commands. {dave york x f! reader}

summary: you reluctantly meet your mentor.

warnings: explicit. p in v sex. thigh riding. mentions of crying. some fluff. fools in love. dave york.

word count: 1000+.

a/n: i have no idea where this one came from! just a very short one shot. thank you to an & @absurdthirst for reading through this for me 🩷

Timid. Frigid.Terrified.

The three words that Dave York immediately labelled onto you, your face in a crowd of many, the most innocent and the most out of place.

You were biting your lip, your eyes glassy as you attempted to keep the tears threatening to stain your cheeks in place. Beautiful. But in a way that was understated and could make you go unnoticed if necessary. Someone who could weave through a crowd and reap endless amounts of havoc but mask it all with a show-stopping smile. You could be someone they’d never even begin to suspect.

He wrote your number on the scrap of paper in front of him and bellowed it, the second he could. No one was going to take you, but him.

Your feet began dragging you towards his raspy and assertive voice but your eyes just concentrated on the cracks on the floor, refusing to look up and properly acknowledge your new mentor.

“York.” He snarled, and you whispered your last name in response. You couldn’t look at him, he was there to turn you into a monster. To train you to commit the very same crimes that made your skin crawl at the thought of; all in the name of serving for your country.

“Follow me.” Was his first command. But your feet wouldn’t move, and your legs started to shake, but he refused to let up. “Follow me. Now.”

Your feet felt heavy but eventually they lifted, every step felt painful and traitorous to your sweet and caring nature, this was never supposed to be you.

You had questions, ones that you promised yourself that you would ask the second you could bring yourself to speak more than a few strangled words. He held open a door to a small office space for you, and you murmured a mousy ‘thank you,’ feeling a creak forming in your neck as you still refused to look up or stand up straight.

What could he possibly look like? Who could this man be? How could someone be so okay with the inhumane task set upon him?

“Look at me.” Dave commanded, but his voice was slightly softer than before. “I didn’t make this decision either. Just like you, it was placed on me.”

“Why?” You asked, refusing his command. “Why have they picked me to do this?”

“Because no one would ever suspect you.” He scoffed. “Look at me.”

It felt like an eternity for you both but eventually you started to lift your head, your front teeth finding purchase in your bottom lip as you started to take in the figure standing in front of you.

Average height, slim waist and the broadest shoulders you had ever seen… and his face? Nothing like you could have imagined. It wasn’t littered with scars or tattoos. No silly mask to disguise his identity. Nothing out of the ordinary. He was… normal. The kind of man you’d see across the bar and get flustered over how attractive he is.

It made no sense that he would be the man making you a murderer.

“Hi,” he said softly as your eyes finally met his. He took a step forward and stood toe to toe with you. “You don’t have to be afraid of me.”

And in that moment, I wasn't.

*

Those first days had quickly turned into weeks and those weeks had slipped away into months. Despite the things he was teaching you, he made sure to always be gentle with you. If the way he was touching you was rough, his voice was soft. If his voice was rough, his fingertips gently rubbed soft circles into your skin.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for you to fall in love with him.

124 days.

That’s how many it took until you both gave into the most primal of your needs. The hands that you knew had committed the gravest of sins, ripping the front of your dress until you were almost fully exposed to him. He blames the fact you weren’t wearing a bra, but you think he just couldn’t hold back anymore. You think about how he had striped you naked before he allowed himself to taste your lips.

He then gently kicked apart your legs and placed his thigh between them, encouraging you to roll your hips and chase some friction from his fully clothed leg against your throbbing clit.

His mouth didn’t leave yours once, even as you started to come undone, he simply held the back of your head as tight as he could without hurting you and swallowed every delicious sound that fell from your lips.

You wanted to rip his shirt off, to watch the buttons rip free and fly across the room, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. He proceeded to fumble with his belt and then pulled out his cock, stepping back and sitting on the chair behind him. Before commanding you to take a seat, it was the first command he made, that he never had to repeat.

“Fucking perfect,” he gritted out from behind his teeth, snarling as you bounced up and down on him, soaking his cock with your arousal. Greedily sucking onto him as he split you open, a twang of pain accompanying a whole load of pleasure. “No one was going to take you from me.” He growled. “The first time I saw you, I knew you were going to be mine.”

*

124 days.

That’s how many days have passed since you saw him last, every one more painful than the last. Each hour feeling longer with dread.

Everyday a fresh stream of tears falling from the very eyes that silently promised to love him for a lifetime.

A loud sob. A quiet footstep. Another sob. Another footstep.

“Dave.” You sobbed softly, into your mascara stained pillow.

“Look at me.” He commanded from the foot of your bed, and just like that; there was the second command he didn’t have to repeat.

[mikkeneko]

Alarms blared and the lights flashed red as Lan Wangji ran full speed through the corridors of Lan Tower. It was a maze of steel and stone and eye-watering chrome, but he knew its secrets.

Ahead of him the light at the far end of the hallway began to dwindle, pinched off, as the blast doors began to close. Lan Wangji picked up speed, nearly crashed into the closing door in his haste. He jammed Bichen's sheath into the mechanism, grinding it to a halt, and slid smoothly through the gap in the doors. Once on the other side he rolled to his feet, bringing his sword back to ready position, and ran on.

He knew the corridors of Lan Tower like the back of his hand; he had memorized the route to the nearest exit. But the alarm was up now and the building was alive, and he skidded out into the lesser north atrium to find a dozen men, white-clad, waiting for him.

Most of them were up on the gallery, guns out but not yet in fire position. They were only there to keep him corralled, keep him in position. His opponents would be the three waiting on the ground floor, hands on the hilts of their swords. For a moment they all just looked at each other in the flashing red light of the alarms, ribbons fluttering in the draft.

"Second Young Master," the leftmost of the hitmen said, bowing slightly as he did. He was short and stout, with a distinctly square face. "I regret that it has come to this. I wish you to know that I, Lan Buran, have always admired you."

"I don't," the rightmost of the hitmen said. 

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A story about love, assassins, and zombie sheep.

[thewickedkat]

Rating: Not Rated

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen

Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series)

Relationship: Ashton Greymoore & Laudna

Characters: Ashton Greymoore, Laudna (Critical Role), mentions of other PCs

Additional Tags: Character Study, spoilers through Campaign 3, Ashton POV

Language: English

Summary: after the Party Split, after everything has gone horribly wrong, Ashton gives Laudna something to hang on to.

[g3art]

AND A LATE CHRISTMAS POST

[wildcard47]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018), The Terror - Dan Simmons Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames/Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, Francis Crozier/James Fitzjames Characters: Francis Crozier, James Fitzjames, Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, Anne Ross Additional Tags: Love Friendship & Unexpected Tenderness, Everyone is touch-starved, Depression hours, fights between friends, The Makeup Sex Will Be Worth It Summary:

"Part of the small parlor was visible from here, and in it, James and Henry circled each other like imperious Egyptian cats. From one corner, face unseen, James was gesticulating with both hands, as if pressing a point, while Henry sat in the armchair next to the window: his arms crossed over his chest and his gaze fixed resolutely to the lawn. His jaw was set so tightly that it appeared he was trying not to weep."

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Machine... Can I try... R-rizzing you up?

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEEAASSE

*inhale*

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ PLEAEAEAEAEASE

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Audio Source

This was requested by @blazeball THANK YOU 🫡

Also this bit at the end is foreshadowing for tomorrows post ;)

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*gasp* HE'S PULLING HIS COCK OUT.

[chimchiri]

Happy Cake & Cunnilingus Day! 🍰🍑

You voted Rarijack and Rarijack you shall get. This ended up way more time-consuming that I initially anticipated but good practice anyway!

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[clarissasbakery]

high school/aged up worgs

[runawaymun]

I'm meant to be doing like a zillion other things but my nervous system finally decided to shut down over various holiday related stressors (as is tradition) so have some Elrond sketches (plus teeny Arwen) i did to help soothe myself lol

🎄 merry crisis or whatever 🎄

[somegrumpynerd]

What ARE they doing??

[gunsatthaphan]

the only straight thing about Karan: his priorities 💅🏻

↳ requested by anonymous ♡ 

[fruitmagazine]

hey hate to do this but would you be so kind to help me with little something so i can take the public transportation to work? I had to pay for some extra medication for this week and i run out of money 😖

p*ypal: 💌

[nobodysdaydreams]

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[itsahotminuteinbetween]

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