#rosebud twins

[witchyroman]

The rosebud twins :3

A boy and girl

Feliks and Fleur

[razorblade180]

Team RWBY AU differences

Lasting Embers AU

Overall the strongest team

Best team synergy

Craziest feats

The most physically buff

The closest

Rosebud AU

Deadliest Team

Most efficient

Most Aggressive

Highly Aware

Lots of solo moments

Twin Snowflakes 

Most creative

Best duo team attacks

Exceptionally Clever

Best Stamina

Dangerous levels of “Do or Die”

Premonition

Most knowledgeable team

Well suited in practicality

Most level headed

Traditionally trained

Highest positive vibes overall

[ziipzeepzop-eez]

i should've named toka "damian wayne" instead.

[luvevee]

It's pretty annoying having to scan basically every artist for i/cest shit in any media that has siblings because most of them hide it on alt accounts/platforms/sly tags and that's a big reason why I'm too burnt out on reblogging art

[thexsilentxwordsmith]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon desperately eating you out after a rough day.

***

The door slammed shut, making you jump and bump against the edge of the counter that you stood at before the sink, finishing up a few stray dishes that had been left from the night before. You turned to see Simon standing there in the doorway, stiff as a goddamn board with only his eyes clocking the room to find you and locking on to your form like a beast ready to pounce.

"Pants off...now," he demanded, his voice metered and firm as he removed the mask covering his features.

"Well, hello to you too," you chuckled as you crossed your arms over your chest, but he was not in a picking mood. "What's up?"

He took a calming breath; it wasn't your fault his mood had been soured today and he didn't need to upset the only person that could turn this all around. "It's been a fuckin' day, luv. Need something to take the edge off before I send someone to the goddamn morgue. So, again, pants off…please."

This wasn't the first time you'd encountered this specific Simon before; his short, gruff sentences were an obvious indication that he has had an absolutely rotten fucking day and was completely over it already. And because this wasn't your first time you knew what he wanted…

…what he needed to let all that stress go.

Slowly you undid the button of your pants, pulling down the zipper before slipping your hands inside the waistband and sliding your jeans down off your legs. Once you removed them from around your ankles you tossed them to the side and stood there in your panties and tank top, waiting for him to give you your next instruction. Like a flash he moved in and was now on top of you, enveloping you entirely with his hulking form as it fit against your curves until your backside was being indented by the edge of the countertop.

Hot, hungry lips scrambled to aggressively connect with your own, fighting for dominance as the back and forth of the dance continued with each passing second. He let himself go to become consumed by you, unable to find a pause to take a breath as he all but devoured you whole until there was nothing left in his mind but you.

Those large hands with their thick, rough digits pawed desperately at the warm, soft skin of your bare hips, grasping as much meat between them that they could hold. All those curves, all the smooth, voluptuous flesh ready to be caressed, it was enough to drive him insane; how fucking lucky he was to have it all at his disposal now to help cure his bad day?

God you were a fucking feast and he was starving.

The connection between your lips was broken sloppily and with haste, a sting of spittle connecting your lips sparkling in the light as he pulled away. Simon hurriedly grabbed the hem of your tank top and ripped it up and over your head, letting your breasts drop and jiggle with the reverb as they were set from their cage.

"Fuck," he groaned under his breath with a sharp inhale through his teeth as he latched those lips back on to your own. "That's a sight that could do me in."

On the move he leaned his tall head lower as those raw lips began to explore further down along the curve of your neck, the line of your shoulder, and finally coming to those beautiful breasts which he immediately sucked into his mouth. The suction was intense as he used the very tip of his tongue to circle those perky rosebuds until he felt them stiffen against the roof of his mouth and your body twitch from the tingly feeling it gave off that shot up your spine.

Whatever you were doing before this felt like a distant memory as his attention grew your arousal so that your body responded in kind to him just the way he wanted. He switched sides on your chest, not wanting the first breasts twin on the other side to get left out. Simon only moved on after your hips began to grind against the bulge growing at the front of his pants.

His lips continued down the line of your body as he knelt to the ground before you, ready to put everything into worshiping that sweet pussy he loved so goddamn much. Over your sternum and stomach all the way down to your pelvis his lips caressed until they reached a roadblock covering those last few inches to his destination. That was quickly dealt with as his fingers wrapped around the waistband of your panties to slide them down your thighs, letting his lips keep going all the way to the mound of your sex; only then did he pause.

"Spread," he demanded again as his hands tapped at your inner thighs, his message being short and sweet and to the point. "I'm fuckin' endin' this day on a high note. I'm not stopping' till I'm on the goddamn verge of death by suffocation, so don't ya even try to move, luv."

You widened your stance with the guidance of his hands until there was enough space to allow his face to fit between them. Hands back on your hips, holding them as handlebars so that he could incline his face against your cunt he dove in.

Your petals were so warm, so silky, and it felt good on his mouth as he kissed that other lovely set of lips a few times, sighing as he was finally able to relax in his favorite place.

"Here we go, baby," Simon breathed into you as he extended his tongue and drug it over the slit between your legs until he had split you open, rubbing the muscle through the small accumulation of your juices to coat his tongue.

Goddamn were you sweet tonight. "Mmmm mmmm," his deep, garbled hum vibrated deliciously on your clit as the taste of you filled Simon's mouth and tingled on his taste buds.

…And then he began to move the pad of his tongue…

Over and over his tongue engaged your core. "Fuck, Simon," his name fell from your lips as his tongue began to make you writhe against his face.

"Again," he said in that gruff growl as he pulled from your for only a second.

You knew exactly what he meant for you to do. "Simon," his name was beautifully moaned from you once more as he focused all his efforts on that small bead of nerve endings at the top innermost part of your cunt.

The sound of your soft, breathy voice calling out to him made the previously enraged Lieutenant fucking crack at the seams and any trace of that rage-inducing day was suddenly completely gone; replaced by a fire to make good on his promise to desperately lap at you for as long as it took until his skin was infused with your scent and he was fully satisfied.

He moved up even tighter against your core, locking on so that even as you bucked there was no chance he would fall off until he was good and fucking ready to let you go. Shit he was pushing you to the limit of what you could take, your body aching wildly as his strike hit precise and deliberate every time until you were right at the cusp of your pleasure. God, his pace was relentless.

Overwhelmed with the intense gathering of warmth in your belly, your toes began to curl together over top of the floor as you scrambled to keep your breathing steady through the growing euphoria. How were you supposed to force yourself to intake air when all your functioning had been redirected straight to that pleasure sensor in your brain?

That thought had little time to gain traction as that feeling of impending pleasure had reached its peak.

Suddenly you were spilling violently, crying out as you tried to move him from you, but Simon was in this till the end. He kept at it until you had ridden it out to completion and finally settled, your heavy panting becoming softer and more drawn out.

You thought that that was it; the finale had been reached and all was good right? You could not have been more wrong. A wet flash of a smirk crossed his lips as he stood back up before you.

Without even a verbal warning his hands were suddenly digging into your sides as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, carrying you out of the kitchen and into the bedroom where he sat you on the surface of the bed. Reaching with one of his hands over his shoulders he gripped the fabric of his shirt in his grasp and pulled until it came off over the top of his head, throwing the useless article to the floor before stalking towards the bed.

"On ya knees baby," he grunted as he hurriedly laid down on his back beside you further up towards the head of the bed. "Over my face. Now."

Simon pulled at your arm until you moved, his need to be smothered between your thighs causing him to rush. Grabbing on to the headboard for leverage you knelt over his head.

Your petals glistened with the sticky cum and saliva mixture he had just created as he ate his first course, but there was still plenty to get lost in and he was more than ready to dive back into it.

Greedy hands rubbed up and down the smooth skin of your thighs. "Sit," he commanded and you bent your legs until you were just above his nose, but that wasn't good enough; he didn't need you being gentle, he needed you to give him what he wanted - to let him drown in you.

"No hoverin', I said sit," he hissed as he quickly moved his hands to your hips and wrenched them down so that you had no choice but to lower yourself until your pussy was completely flush against his face like a chair.

His breath hitched not just from the instant lack of available oxygen, but because the feeling of being completely enveloped by your pussy was akin to being high; he was on cloud fucking nine just suffocating against you.

The headboard thumped against the wall from your arms shaking as full contact was made again along your core after just having come. The tears stung your eyes, your over-stimulated clit so sensitive it almost hurt. His grip on your hips didn't let up, keeping the pressure tight so that there was no chance of escape, even though you wriggled in search to ease up a little.

There was still some fight left in you; that simply wouldn't fucking do as it meant he hadn't finished the job and he was anything but thorough. Simon needed you completely spent and too exhausted to even move a goddamn inch.

"I-I can't…I can't," you pleaded with him as you squirmed over top of his stark features like anything you said would persuade him to give up.

You could hear his voice in your head, you knew what he'd say if he could talk at that moment. "Oh yes you can sweetheart. You're gonna fuckin' take it all for me."

I mean look at that big boy, he could eat and that meant all types of meals, you included most of all.

As if a nonverbal response to your mewling, his tongue picked up in speed, stroking wildly against your clit with reckless abandonment. Your fingernails were digging into the wood of the headboard, thighs vibrating against Simon's ears as each movement of that deadly appendage brought you closer and closer to your second harsh release.

"Bastard," you whined.

He gave your hips a hard squeeze. Call me what you like baby, he thought, you're still gonna fuckin' come as many times as I want.

So warm, so wet, so soft, gasping for air... He was in heaven.

Unconsciously your hips began rocking along with the thrusts of his tongue, riding him just as he worked and that familiar feeling in your stomach returned. Seconds passed…or was it minutes? Hours? Time seemed to pass differently when he was eating you out.

All of a sudden you stopped rocking, pressing your pussy as hard as you could against his face, and with a few more hard strokes you cried out as you came violently, slamming into the headboard as your thighs clamped down around Simon's ears.

"S-s-shit…" you whimpered as you ground out the last drop of your ecstasy until Simon tapped your thigh to be set free.

Legs shaking, chest heaving, eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed bright red, you fell down on the bed beside him, unable to move a muscle save for your head. Turning your face towards him you were met with a very happy and content man gazing back at you with those fiery auburn eyes, face absolutely drenched from eyebrows to chin in a thin layer of your cum.

He reached out to you, his palm cupping over the entirety of your cheek. "You did so fuckin' good for me sweetheart," he praised, thumb rubbing over the supple skin there. "So fuckin' good that I think ya deserve a break…but I don't think I'm finished quite yet."

"Oh?" you questioned back through heavy breaths, eyes wide. More?

He chuckled in that deep vibrato as he rolled over to kiss your forehead. "Well… ya see… it was a really fuckin' bad day."

You hadn't planned on dying today, but if Simon got his way he would be setting up your funeral later tonight, but there were worse ways to go…right?

[taetaerec]

Enhypen

Masterlist Rec 2:

Multi Members

brave it together | Bully!Jay x Strange!reader, Slightly Jake x reader

Closer | LegalLine x 8thMember!reader

DRIPPED IN YOU. | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader x Boyfriend!Jake

I would give up heaven if I had to.. | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader x Stepbrother!Sunghoon

kang della's 18+ works | LegalLine x 8thMember!oc

paid in & paid off | Stepbrother!Jay x reader x StepbrothersBestfriend!Jake

Pent up | Idol!Hyungline x Cleaner!reader

rosebud | Stepdad!Jay x reader x BestfriendsBrother!Sunghoon

🔑secrets that you keep | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader x BoyfriendsBestfriend!Heeseung

strip for me. | Bully!Hyungline x reader

Stupid Games | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader x BrothersBestfriend!Jungwon

take the back-seat. | Boyfriend!Jay x reader BoyfriendsBestfriend!Jake

The Hunt is On | Ghostface!Heeseung x reader x Ghostface!Sunghoon

The Pantheon: A Series | Gods!OT7 x reader

Toxic | Toxic!Hyungline x Bully!reader

two boyfriends dress them up like twins. | BasketballCaptain!Jungwon x Cheerleader!reader x BasketballCoCaptain!Sunghoon

No title | Ex!Jake x reader x BrothersEx!Virgin!Jungwon

Heeseung

be with her tonight | Yandere!Heeseung x reader

ㄴ CHERRY🍒 ㄱ | Pervert!Heeseung x Virgin!reader

Coffee & Cream | Homeless!Virgin!Heeseung x Virgin!reader

✧ Homecoming | Idol!Boyfriend!Heeseung x reader

— 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 ? | Stepbrother!Heeseung x reader

PLAYER RANK: PLATINUM | SistersBoyfriend!Gamer!Heeseung x reader

VERBOTEN | DadsCoworker!Older!Heeseung x reader SMAU!

YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN? | Roommate!Heeseung x Virgin!reader

Jay

A La Folie | King!Jay x Healer!reader

bless or curse | CEO!Jay x reader

dried flowers | Idol!Husband!Jay x reader

From This Moment On | Chaebol!Jay x Doctor!reader

Hold Me Without Hurting Me | CEO!ChildhoodBestfriend x CEO!reader

NATURALLY | Chef!Jay x reader

🍀no limits | Jay x reader

Priorities | Husband!Jay x reader

see you again. | Friend!Alpha!Jay x Omega!reader

SPACE BETWEEN US ➽ | Husband!Jay x Virgin!reader

stuck with me | smuggler!Jay x reader; Zombieapocalypse!Au

Training Wheels | Boyfriend!Jay x Inexperienced!reader

Undercover Lover | detective!rival!Jay x detective!reader

Jake

BIG D*CK FOR DUMMIES | Jake x Virgin!reader

EROTIC EMPATHY | Virgin!Jake x reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ FORBIDDEN ATTRACTION | Hufflepuff!Jake x reader

love on you | Idol!Boyfriend!Jake x Artist!reader

♠️off limits | BrothersBestfriend!Jake x reader

One-time thing | Girlfriend!reader x Boyfriend!Jake x ReadersBestfriend

past midnight ፤ [1:34 am] | Idol!Boyfriend!Jake x reader

SHAMELESS | Alpha!Jake x Omega!reader

silver spoons | OldMoney!Jake x Poor!ScholarshipGirl!reader

SIMS ANATOMY | neurosurgeon!Jake x cardio surgeon!Reader

Royal Sacrifice | Prince!Jake x Maid!reader

Sunghoon

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺Addictive ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺ | Toxic!Sunghoon x Toxic!Reader

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚ “all of you” ꕤ˚₊⊹ | Boyfriend!Sunghoon x reader

Favorite Flavor | BestfriendsDad!Sunghoon x reader

Here Comes The Fall-Out | Mafia!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader

I’ll pick you up | Idol!Sunghoon x Fan!reader

LITTLE BIT OF AFFECTION 박성훈 ᥫ᭡ | Manager!Sunghoon x Actress!reader

OKAY | Toxic!Sunghoon x reader

Sample Session | MedicalStudent!Sunghoon x MedicalStudent!reader

Stretch it Out | Instructor!Sunghoon x Ballerina!reader

strip for me. | Bully!Hyungline x reader

stupid in love | Bestfriend!Virgin!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 | nerd!inexperienced!Sunghoon x experienced!cheerleader!reader

Wicked Games | Yandere!Sunghoon x reader

you, me and our peeping tom. | Idol!Boyfriend!Jay x reader x Idol!Sunghoon

you need a man | Detective!Sunghoon x MafiasDaughter!reader

(No title) | Duke!Sunghoon x Duchess!reader, Bridgerton!au

(No title) | Stepbrother!Sunghoon x Virgin!reader

Sunoo

Only One For You | FoxHybrid!Sunoo x BunnyHybrid!reader

Jungwon

Cat Girls Chronicles 1 | Idol!Jungwon x CatHybrid!Reader

ꜜ : 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑷𝒊𝒍𝒍 | Idol!Jungwon x 8thMember!reader

one step at a time | Idol!Jungwon x reader

sea salt. | Pirate!Jungwon x princess!reader

[poppy-metal]

Backshots with Jordan (standing ovation)

Backshots with Jordan where they spit to give themselves more lubrication, though they don't really need bc of how wet you are(they do it just to see the shiver run up your spine and hear you moan). But instead of letting it run down onto their cock, they take their thumb and swirl the spit around your tight rim. When they finally push the digit in, they smirk at how loud you get. Teasing you for how slutty and wanton you are for wanting them to play with your ass. Of course when you do try anal for the first time together, they're so good to you, checking in making sure you can handle it... before they get right back to domming and degrading you

-🦭

jordan pushing their thumb in your ass at the same time they sink into you hhhhh :(( jordan leaning over your arched back so they can get all in your ear "you're so fucking tight -" you feel their thumb rock in and out of your hole just a little, cock hard and thick in your cunt. not moving yet. "gotta get this hole loose eventually, baby." they lean back so they can watch the view from behind, pussy lips spread wide around their dick - rim fluttering as they tug their thumb free just for a second. only so they can spread your cheeks with their hands gripping the twin globes, stretching you wide so all of you is exposed to them. you whine in embarrassment even as your pussy gushes at being on display.

"fuck. look at you clench - you're gonna give it up to me, huh? gonna let me fuck that hot little ass someday?" they ask like its already a given, and it is, eyes locked on your tight little rosebud, opening and closing in time with the slam of their pelvis against your ass everytime they fuck into you.

you answer anyway, "yessss - yes, daddy, whatever y - you want -"

"so good to me baby, shit. love fucking this wet fucking pussy -" you're gonna have marks on your ass from their rings digging into the skin, but you dont give a fuck, not when they get this desperate. fucking you like they're feral for it, slamming you on their cock.

if just the thought of fucking your ass made them this insane, you shudder at the thought of the state your body will be left in when you finally let them put it in.

[loupy-mongoose]

This one got real long, so it's going under a read more!

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The Linden Mews flittered carefully through the foliage of Hoenn, avoiding human sight. They made their way to Lilycove City, where Viviana Linden lived. Rosemary had fallen into a fitful sleep in Persim's hands. Fear washed off the orange Mew in deep waves so strong, even Randy could feel them effortlessly.

Finally, they halted in the woods north of the city. There, Randy transformed back into his human form, the suitcase and cane materializing with him. He set the suitcase down.

Alright. Randy's voice was stern. Final call, Persim. Mom needs to look at her. Are you coming with, or not?

Persim was fluffed up as big as he could be. His eyes darted about as he hesitated to answer.

Umm... I-I don't think he should...

Perzi stared at her, horrified. What?? Lav, she's my daughter! How could you say that??

Uncle Perzi, y... Her arm rose to her shoulder in uncertainty. You're drenched in fear. I... I'm worried it would make her upset as Gramma Vivi's looking at her. And being around Gramma would only make you more afraid

Persim looked at her as if about to protest. Soon, though, he closed his mouth and eyes, hanging his head in defeat, looking entirely lost.

Akoya brushed her tail against his flank. I'll stay with you, Perzi. She turned to Randy. We'll keep the twins with us too. Let us know when she's been examined and you're ready for us.

Randy nodded and held out his hand, and after a slight hesitation, Persim placed Rosie gently into it. However, she woke, and started squirming, trying to return to her dad. She was shrieking loudly, and Randy felt his heart break all over for her.

I'm so sorry, Rosebud. I promise, this is to help you.

Lavender transformed into her human form, and like her dad put her luggage in the grass. You'll see your daddy again soon, Rosie.

Randy turned to go. We'll see you two later. ...Perzi, I'm sorry the trip has to start like this...

Me too... His voice was flat. Akoya floated to him and nuzzled his face.

Viv'll take good care of her. I promise.

Mild blood warning ahead

Every bit of him screamed. For sleep. For just a little rest.

But Rosie screamed louder.

Now in Mew form, Randy held the tiny Mew as his mom examined her closely. He ached for his niece. She was terrified, and reasonably so. He wondered if it would've been better for Perzi to come. From her eyes, first her mom had handed her off, and now her dad, on top of being hurt and poked and prodded by this huge new creature. That can't feel good to her.

That can't be good for her...

He shook off the train of thought. He took a breath, and started humming a gentle tune, trying to keep his thoughts comforting.

~We're done, Akoya.~

The blue Mew got the message, gathered her brother and the twins, and they teleported.

Persim curled around his daughter, huddled in the corner of what was called the "Guest room". The rest of the family had gone to eat some food, but for once, Persim didn't feel like eating.

He reflected on what Randy had relayed to him.

The physical worst of it seems to be a few possibly broken toes. There's no sign of concussion or wounds or breathing issues. But...

There's a high chance this will affect her mentally.

Perzi looked at his little mite. She was clinging tightly to his fur, finally sleeping soundly. He sighed. Of course it would. Anyone would be horrifically affected by an event like that.

Once again, tears sprung to his eyes.

I'm so sorry, Rosemary.

You didn't deserve this...

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[dear-ao3]

look we all sing and praise phineas and ferb until the cows come home (and rightly so) but we are all absolutely sleeping on fetch with ruff ruffman.

the opening of season four is so entirely unhinged. his evil identical twin brother steals all his belongings (including his assistant chet the mouse) and sells them online for some reason and he has no more fancy pants so he can’t take the poodle next door charlene to the poodle ball and he gets a fax saying he’s fired but it’s signed as “ha ha” which his assistant supervisor blossom pepperdoodle von yum yum says is most likely just a joke but no ruff thinks that it’s from harriet hackensack who just bought their tv station and hates dogs so he decides that he is going to go to australia where she is to get his job back so his grandma buys him back his computer (and chet) from his evil brother and then blossom hands him a book that she wrote about converting your dog house into a car or submarine running in alternative fuel so they decide to harness the power of chinese food (oil) to convert the dog house which ends up looking like a chicken car and go to australia but they didn’t build a submarine so it starts to sink until they use a bunch of pineapples in a net to make the ship float then they encounter ruffs ancestor who’s a spoof on blackbeard and they escape attack because ruff tells him to go on his website on pbskids and play science games and then they discover that auditions for season 4 contestants were actually today and ruffs usual dog murray resigned and replaced himself with hank who is a bulldog so hank has to audition 3000 kids to be contestants on fetch then they accidentally eat the pineapple floating their ship and crash land on an island and it turns out it’s poodle island which is like alcatraz for dogs and they arrest ruff because they mistake him for his evil identical twin brother scruff and he escapes though a tunnel scruff dug after finding notes scruff wrote about hitting banks hard and then they finally make it to australia where ruff dresses as a cat and goes to talk to harriet it gets stuck in the cat costume and harriet kicks him out after hiring blossom who comes back and tells ruff that harriet hates dogs because a dog named murray stole her sled named rosebud when she was a child and that murray was ruffs old employee and ruff still has the sled but then it brakes and he gets a call from his nephew glen saying that he will give him his lugeing sled if he enters the world lugeing competition dressed as a troll and then he gets a call from his great uncle mcruffmantosh saying that he can’t because one of his ancestors a thousand years got in a fight with a norwegian ice fairy and cursed all rugfmans who get on a sled but ruff decides to do it anyway and names the sled the rosebud 2 and plans to dedicate his win to harriet so he can get his job back but surprise scruff his evil brother is also at the competition and reveals that he sold ruffs stuff to pay for luge training so he could break the norwegian ice fairy curse and they team up and come in dead last place but make history as the first ever canine luge team and harriet is very moved by their performance and ruff asks her for his job back and she says she never fired him so the whole throng was a joke the whole time fabricated by ruffs nemesis spot spotnick who bought ruffs fancy pants to take charlene the poodle next door to the poodle ball but ruffs pants are so fancy that they have a self destruct button and he destructs them and embarrasses spot and then they announce the contestants on the show. like. who pitched that.

(it’s all on youtube)

[svt-rosalie]

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୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ NAME — aurore dumont

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ AGE — 49 ❪ march 15, 1974 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ STATUS — alive

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FAMILIAL TIES — mother & daughter

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ DESCRIPTION — to say jihye is a mommy’s girl, is an understatement. jihye is her mothers mini me. as a little girl, rosie would take her mothers makeup and dress up in her moms clothes (even though they were a bit too big for her 8 year old frame) and walk down the hall to their living room giving a little runway show, to which her mother would always be her biggest fan and cheer her on.

“oh so gorgeous!” “i have the prettiest daughter in the world!”

as rosalie grew older, her mother became her anchor for teenage years. especially when she became a trainee and was away from her mother for a while (rosalie began living with her grandparents for about a year whilst her parents found a decent house and building for the bakery). there was many late night calls that would lead the poor girl to tears, crying out that she misses her mom. aurore was able to life up her daughter on her dark days and laugh with her daughter on the bright ones and that’s all that rosalie needs.

nothing is more important than the love a mother gives.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ NAME — park hyeonju

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ AGE — 52 ❪ october 18, 1971 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ STATUS — alive

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FAMILIAL TIES — father & daughter

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ DESCRIPTION — hyeonju is a father and everything in between, a best friend, a hype man, and a body guard. now valentine is the biggest daddy’s girl but that doesn’t mean rosalie isn’t next in line in wanting all of her appa’s attention. she loves when her dad ask her to join in on activities he knows she doesn’t enjoy, like going to the hardware store or making renovations to the house, but just wants to spend quality time with her one way or another — and he always goes to the nail salon to get their toes done together after wards. you gotta pamper yourself after all that hard work as rosalie says.

hyeonju always attended everyone of rosalie’s daddy daughter school events and made sure she was the most spoiled girl without making her a brat. she’s his first daughter/child so of course he’s going to make sure she knows she is loved both emotionally and physically. anytime the park family is out on a errands or just to spend family time together, rosalie is always holding her fathers hand or his arm (or on the special occasion he’s giving rosalie a piggy back ride).

rosalie couldn’t ask for a better father, he’s the one there to fight off all the monsters hiding in her closet and hold her close when the nightmares hit too close to home.

“it’s okay my rosebud, flowers can’t bloom without a little rain huh? appa’s here, it’s okay.”

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ NAME — park jiyeong, valentine dumont

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ AGE — 13 ❪ february 14, 2010 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ STATUS — dead ❪ february 12, 2022 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ FAMILIAL TIES — little sister & older sister

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ DESCRIPTION — valentine is rosalie’s entire heart, literally. when valentine was born all bets were off — rosalie was obsessed with her and wouldn’t let her out of her sight. she told all her friends and teachers at school that she has a new little sister and that she’s the best thing ever even though she’s stinky sometimes.

valentine grew up basically shadowing everything rosalie did. rosalie went for extra lessons for english, valentine would too even though she liked her french classes more; rosalie would put a little bit of lip gloss on and valentine would always pucker up her lips for some as well saying she wants to be just as pretty as her big sister! everything they did was for each other and with each other, you’d think they were twins.

when rosalie became a trainee, valentine bragged to everyone saying she was going to have the bestest singing sister in the world, mind you valentine was around 3 at this time so all she knew was the videos rosalie would play of girls generation and shinee, so she thought rosalie was going to be the coolest person in the world. she was right.

as valentine grew up and rosalie began to get busier with being an idol, nothing in their relationship changed. rosalie still called every night to her mom and dad and asked for valentine within 5 minutes.

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ NAME — sabrina

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ AGE — 5 years old ❪ 2018 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ BREED — ragdoll cat, female

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ STATUS — alive

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ DESCRIPTION — sabrina is and always has been jihye’s number one girl. she received sabby as a gift when she was 18 as a birthday gift from her appa after she had been begging for years for a cat. sadly her mama is allergic so her parents had to wait till their oldest was out of the house to allow such a big purchase and why not when she becomes an “adult”!

sabrina only likes rosalie and pixie. anybody that tries to pet her she will hide and slap your hand away (claws not out, she’s not that mean). she’s a sweet girl though, to rosalie, and loves to cuddle and make biscuits. she’ll sleep all night surprisingly and be the most active kitty you’ve ever seen during the day time.

rosalie knows she’ll be heartbroken when sabrina gets older but right now sabrina is still just a little baby who loves to be carried around and played dress up with!

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ NAME — pixie

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ AGE — 2 years old ❪ 2021 ❫

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ BREED — black cocker spaniel, female

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ STATUS — alive

୭ৎ ࣪ ׅ DESCRIPTION — pixie is just a little baby. she has no thoughts in her head expect her best friend sabrina the ragdoll, her owner rosalie and treats. she’s such a sweetheart but is genuinely just so coocoo.

she doesn’t go crazy like sabrina will but she’s just dumb. . . to put it mildly. pixie will be walking and is only looking up at rosalie instead of straight ahead of her and bump into a wall, she’ll bark at the floor because she thought she saw another being that wasn’t suppose to be there but it was actually just her own shadow coming from the sun shining in the window.

rosalie has a little like baby walker that she puts pixie in for walks and sometimes sabrina as well. when rosie bought that a lot of people thought she was pregnant. . . nope just for her fur babies. pixie is rosalie’s best friend and often goes with her to practices and oversea events when the group is going to be there for a while (sabrina doesn’t do well on planes so she stays with wonwoo’s family).

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Apology/Imperfect: May 23 & 24 Prompts from @calaisreno

This latest chapter and the previous ones are here at ao3. ..................................................................................

In and of itself, the passing of time had not yet begun to blunt whatever was continuing to tear at him in losing Sherlock; in and of itself it had not offered a pathway forward. His impulse to revisit the beginning had surprised John –.he had no idea if this flight of fancy (and of his feet) would worsen his situation; although he’d wager that "worse" was not a possibility. But the impetuosity had sparked his synapses, and as he buys his ticket for the train, he knows that it is the right thing to do, even if he cannot put words as to why.

On the day after Sherlock had come into his life, the “pink lady,” Jennifer Wilson, had traveled from Cardiff to London; nearly two years later, his remembrance of her existence had prompted John to travel in reverse, allowing the train to carry him further back in time the nearer they drew to Wales. Six minutes from Paddington, as the train accelerates to its running speed of 125 miles an hour, he realizes that he has no idea what he will do once the train pulls into the station. He takes himself to task, wondering if what he’ll do is to step out on the platform, consider the whole journey a folly, check the timetables, and turn around and head back to London. He decides that he doesn’t need to decide, not yet. In two hours’ time, when he steps off the train, he can exit the station, sit down in the nearest pub, and then work out what comes next.

Already he feels as if he is more free to breathe, outside of Harry’s home, beyond Baker Street, increasingly distant from the Diogenes, and Bart’s Hospital, and Scotland Yard, moving further and further away from Charles Magnusson’s corporate high-rise and the street where Irene Adler had lived, and the Tower, the Old Bailey, and Sherlock’s grave. Within the neutral space of the moving train, within the in-between of departure and arrival, John thinks he can let go enough that it will allow him to begin to make a reckoning, loosening knots that bind him to what has been, by thinking new thoughts.

The day that Sherlock had solved the pink lady’s murder was the day that John had thrown in with him. It was the start of them being . . . something . . . to each other. A something that would become something more over time. Two mates? Best friends? A pair? A duo? Twinned? A merger? A team? A partnership? A match? A couple?

It's a complicated question, he admits to himself grudgingly, because there are two sides to it, right? Knowing the answer for one side does not automatically reveal the answer for the other. From one angle -- his -- it’s simple, because whatever it is, it just is. But the whole bloody mess is full of multiple dimensions isn’t it, tenth Doctor timey-wimey stuff. He starts to feel irritated at this line of thought, and throws up his hands. Best put this off until he gets to the pub. Best put this off until he’s been at the pub for a while – and after he’s a few pints down.

But it wasn’t just two of them, was it, he and Sherlock, although they wouldn’t know that for a while. There was a third, right at the start, although the third had thought that he was one of two. He had thought that he was at the start of . . . something . . . with Sherlock. Nothing as simple as mates or best friends or a pair; what he was after was more complex than these: A duo? Twinned? No, it would be closer to a merger, although that wouldn’t be emotionally true enough, would it?

Sherlock had been on Moriarty’s mind ever since he discovered him in the aftermath of Carl Powers’ death. He had been planning a courtship through all these years, the trainers his Rosebud, that he would lay at Sherlock’s feet. He wanted, at least early on, to be a team, a partnership – yes, that would be closer. It might have even been satisfactory if that was all that was possible from Sherlock's end; or might be satisfactory as a way station, until Moriarty could bend him to his will. Moriarty had already raced ahead: his something was as a match, as a couple.

Moriarty had been writing himself and Sherlock into a twisted fairy tale from the start. He didn’t know Sherlock as well as he might have thought; he would need access to Mycroft’s brain, and memories, and his expressive tells to compensate for both his lack of data, and his lack of a soul, unable as the psychopath that he was to feel the emotional connection that his lust for power over Sherlock craved. In the aftershocks of Jennifer Wilson's death and the Yard's summons to Sherlock, Moriarty had sent Sherlock a setpiece from The Princess Bride to play, to test his mettle: to see if he died -- and that his brain had been made of inferior stuff, and playing the game wouldn't have been worth the candle; or whether Moriarty’s hypothesis that Sherlock was worthy to be one of two with him was proven, by his staying alive, demonstrating that he possessed a mind that was laced with iocane powder.

How disappointed Moriarty must have been when he realized that Sherlock hadn't understood the reference! John smiled, wistfully, remembering: the inevitable glitch in the operation of genius, yes? That there’s always something.

But Sherlock hadn’t needed an iocane-laced brain; he had John: John could act that night as the antidote to the poison, and he had. He had played a role in the fairy tale, although not a part that was written by Moriarty, but the part that was appearing in letters across the London skyline, like magic ink when it becomes visible, written by the two of them: John and Sherlock.

Their once upon a time, which had begun the day before, ended its first chapter with John saving Sherlock by slaying a dragon.

The train surges ahead as the landscape outside the window greens, and a young mother and her son make their way down the aisle back to their seats, hand-in-hand. She listens to him with an intent expression as he waves outside the window and then to his mobile, explaining something or other about the Pokemon he’s captured. Outside, the long stretch of empty track behind them leaves evidence of the miles that have disappeared during that moment.

John had seen himself as Sherlock’s protector from the start: a soldier to protect him from harm, harm from others and harm from himself, even as Sherlock set out to protect London, with all the recklessness, brilliance, abrasiveness, arrogance, imperfection and exuberance that was embedded within his being.

But John had not been able to protect Sherlock in the last days of his life. Something had gone wrong, and while there were more contributing factors than he was sure he could count if he counted until the end of his days, he knew that some of that wrongness had been down to him. He catches glimpses when he remembers those times when he was at Sherlock’s side during the tumult of the photo calls that began with his retrieval of Turner’s Reichenbach Falls painting. He senses deep inside that he owes Sherlock an apology for the condescension he had indulged in, which obscured his view of the field of battle, leaving Sherlock alone to try and overcome the curse that Moriarty had spun around him. There's more there he needs to think about it, if he's ever going to understand what happened. He can't just skip over it; he has to go through it, and hope that he emerges on the other side.

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[witchyroman]

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𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮✿

🍂I go by Roman or Bon

🍂I'm an adult

🍂I'm happily taken

🍂I use she/her or he/him pronouns

🍂I'm in the tickle community. That's all.

🍂I'm a ler >:)

🍂I'm a little picky about roleplaying with others

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𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓬

🌹Name: Ramona Jade Rose (Goes by Roman)

🌹Physical appearance: Short red hair that covers the left side of her face, pale blue eyes, slit pupils, pale skin, thin, 5'10, fangs, sharp claws, eye bags if she's too tired to hide them, multiple tattoos that I can't explain, crescent moon shaped birthmark in the middle of her back (not important but it's there)

🌹Outfit and accessories: White shirt, brown cardigan, light blue jeans, black high top converse, 4 earrings in each ear, navel piercing, silver wedding band, black rectangular framed glasses

🌹Red texts means she's angry or serious

🌹Species: Witch

🌹Age: Appears to be early 20s (is actually 221)

🌹Birthday: September 7th

🌹Zodiac sign: Virgo

🌹Nationality: French

🌹Personality: Calm, cocky, sarcastic, mischievous, motherly

🌹Relationship: Married😊

🌹Favorite color: Orange

🌹Favorite food: Lasagna

🌹Favorite Holiday: Obviously Halloween

🌹Favorite season: Summer. She hates the cold

🌹Favorite drink: Tea. She loves tea to the point where it's a little concerning

🌹Favorite animal: Bears ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

🌹Hobbies: Crocheting, sewing, puzzles, reading, cleaning, witch stuff that isn't important :)

🌹Adoptive children: @thegrumpiestjoyful @magnificentstarling @abeeutifuljoyful

𝓥𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶

[razorblade180]

Ruby Rose AU differences

Lasting Embers AU

Most Experienced

Physically the buffest and tallest

A drinker (Is recovering)

Most Stamina

Least Optimistic

Strongest resolve

Rosebud AU

The fastest/ most adept with semblance

Throws punches and kicks often

Most talented/gifted

Quickest temper (fuck around and find out mentality)

The most elegant in and out of battle

The scariest when upset

Twin Snowflakes

Most inspiring

The biggest heart

Highest gremlin energy

The most “honest and simple soul”

Loves her job the most

Best leader

Premonition

The “calmest” Ruby

Easily the happiest one

Best sniper

Smallest Ruby

Best with making/fixing weapons. Very smart cookie.

Most supportive.

And just for added context. Three of these Rubys would at most petal burst to tackle, trip, or launch a person. Rosebud Ruby would activate her semblance and do a One Inch Punch at the same time.

[moonlightisdancing]

Something Old, Something New/j.t.k

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 3495

Content Warning: [18+ Minors DNI] wedding/soft/girl-dad jake, soft twin moment, uncle/aunt talk, mention of alcohol, very light pirate play (if you squint), fingering (private and sorta public), accidental edging, bondage, hot wax, oral (f receiving), biting, sword play (no blood or cutting), praise, breeding

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“We ask that all guests please stand for the bride.”

Jake’s standing at the altar, waiting for the moment he’s anticipated since the day he met you. Josh is his best man, Sam and Danny standing behind Josh as groomsmen. Your sister is your maid of honor, Josie and Ronnie are your bridesmaids. Your daughter stands alongside Josie holding a basket filled with red and black petals. Everyone’s turned to the doors behind them, eagerly waiting for you to walk down the aisle. This will be the first time anyone but your mom has seen you in your elegant dress. Your dress is long, black and lacey, a more gothic approach to incorporate you and Jake’s aesthetic. You slowly stride down the aisle, looking at Jake as if he’s the only person in the room. He starts to tear up as he turns away facing Josh.

“Oh man, I can’t- she’s so gorgeous.” Jake mumbles to Josh as he drags his fingers across his eyes.

“Jake, you got this. She does look beautiful.” Josh pats his twin’s shoulder and spins him around.

“Daddy, are you sad?” Your daughter lets go of Josie’s hand and walks towards Jake.

“No, baby. Daddy’s not sad, both of my girls are just too pretty.” Jake picks her up and places her on his hip, he takes the basket out of her hand so it doesn’t hit anyone.

“Daddy! My basket!” She giggles as Jake hands it off to Josie.

“Aunt Josie’s gonna hold it so you don’t get Mommy with it, okay?” He says kissing her forehead as she nods in agreement.

All of the guests are giggling at the exchange between Jake and his daughter as you make your way to the altar. Jake turns and hands off the little one to her Uncle Sammy. It’s no secret her Uncle Sammy is her favorite, he lets her play with Rosebud and Sam had started teaching her piano on the weekends. Once Jake returns his attention to you, he grabs both of your hands and whispers, “You are so gorgeous.” Emotions have visibly taken over the room as you stand with Jake, the bride and groom before their entire family. Josh and Danny have little tears in their eyes, and Sam would if his niece wasn’t trying to make him giggle. You can’t see the girls behind you, but you can hear sniffles amongst your side. Jake’s instructed to give his vows, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper.

“I hope these words make sense, I had Josh help me write it since words are kinda his thing,” He chuckled and the room followed suit, “My beautiful girl, as I stand here, my heart overflows with an intensity of emotion that words can’t describe. I have loved you with every beat of my heart, and I will continue to pass the day I die. I promise to be your unwavering support, your protector and your greatest admirer. You are the fire that ignites my spirit, and the melody that sings in my heart, lighting an eternal flame marked forever by our love. I am deeply in love with you and cherish every day I get to call you mine.”

After the room coos and tears up, you’re instructed to give your vows. Josie hands you a folded paper.

“I didn’t ask Josh for help, but now I’m wishing I had…” Everyone laughs again, riding the ups and downs on the rollercoaster of emotions. “Jacob, from the depths of my soul, I love you. You are the anchor that keeps me grounded and the strength that lifts me up. The moon guiding me through darkness. I promise to continue giving you my unconditional support and love. In your arms, I have found my home, my sanctuary. You are my soulmate and I am eternally grateful to call you mine. I love you forever, my darling.”

Jake’s eyes were glazed over with tears, one blink would release the floodgates. The two of you exchange “I do’s” before you hear the magic words, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. Mr. Kiszka, you may kiss your bride!” Jake wraps his arm around you placing his left hand at the small of your back, his right arm at the nape of your neck. He presses you into his body with all he has, holding onto you for dear life. The room fills with joyous crying, clapping and cheering as the two of you kiss for the first time as husband and wife. The kiss engulfs you, melting away the background noise and again it feels like you and Jake are the only ones in the room. He pulls away and whispers into your ear, “I can’t wait until later.”

After the ceremony everyone heads to a nearby beach for the reception. The beach is set up with tents and tables for guests to sit at. The center pieces for the tables are tiny glass skull bottles filled with sand from Tybee Island, where Jake proposed to you. The bottles are sealed with white wax, surrounded by chains and ship rope. There’s a barrel with a helm resting against it, topped with a big glass bottle that says “leave us a message.” Guests are encouraged to write you guys a note on some aged paper and pop it into the bottle for you to read later. The night is spent celebrating with one another, dancing, laughing, drinking, making memories.

“Alright, we ask the bride and groom to make their way to the dance floor for their first dance.” Jake takes your hand as you guys work your way to the front of the party. At Last by Etta James starts playing as Jake pulls you close to his chest. The sun has set, the autumn air is crisp and lit by fairy lights hanging around the edges of the canopies. You rest your face on Jake’s shoulder and your moves melt together. He leans his head closer to your ear and whispers, “A little longer and I can have you the way we both need.” He kisses your cheek and presses his face into you, shivers are sent down your spine.

As the night progresses, you reach the fun part, garter removing and bouquet tossing. You guys decided on tossing a plastic skull with a black rose in its eye instead of a full bouquet of flowers. Your sister catches the skull but opts to hand it off to Josie, “I will NOT be the next one married, you have fun with that Jo!” Josie giggles and takes the skull from your sister, placing it on her table as they return back to their seats. A chair is brought up for you to sit in, prepping for Jake to remove the garter from your thigh. Hot in Herre starts playing as Jake gets on his hands and knees, looking up at you with brown doe eyes. You mouth to him “We should do this later.” He giggles before sticking his head under your dress. You always felt that this was an awkward thing to watch at the few weddings you’d been to, but you never imagined how weird it would feel being the one in the chair. Jake decides to play dirty with you where everybody’s watching, but none of them can see. He drags his tongue all the way up your leg, teasing the inside of your thigh before you feel his teeth bite at your skin. He’s nowhere near the garter, purposefully trying to get a rise out of you in front of everybody. Catching on to his game you don’t give in, Jake gives up and drags the garter down your thigh, kissing your ankle before sliding it off your leg entirely and removing his head from under your dress. He stands up, tosses the garter and kisses you on your lips. For the remainder of the night you can’t help but think about your after party, just you and your husband. As the night wraps up, everyone says their goodbyes, Sam hangs behind with you, Jake and your daughter.

“Her overnight bag should be in your car, Mom said she put it in there before the ceremony.” Jake says to Sam.

“Yep! Right in the front seat! Mom set up her car seat too, I was afraid I’d put it in wrong.” Sam still hasn’t figured out the car seat yet even though it’s been 3 years.

“Okay, baby. You’re gonna spend the night at Uncle Sammy’s, Mommy and Daddy will see you tomorrow.” Jake picks up your daughter and squeezes her, swaying back and forth, rapid firing kisses on her cheek, giggles escaping from both of them.

Sam gives you a hug, “Congratulations, you look gorgeous.” Jake hands off the child to you so you can say goodbye. While you’re hugging her and kissing her cheeks, Sam hugs and congratulates his brother. He grabs his niece from you, “Say bye-bye to Mommy and Daddy.” He waves his arm so she follows suit. As they’re walking away you hear her ask, “Uncle Sammy, I can play with my Rosie tonight?” He’s too far away for you to hear now, but you see his shoulders bounce in a chuckle.

“You ready, baby?” He looks at you with heavy eyes, grabbing your waist.

“Always.” You wrap your arms around his torso.

There’s a black SUV waiting to bring you guys back home, Karen made sure a ride would be set up so you guys could enjoy your night and celebrate. You guys get into the SUV, and before the driver pulls off Jake is all over you. Luckily there was a divider between the two of you and the driver, granted it was just a sliding window, that doesn’t stop Jake from warming you up. He starts kissing any bit of your skin exposed, touching you in any way he can that won’t elicit too much attention from the driver. He runs his hands up your dress, dragging his rough fingers over your skin making his way to your hips. His lips are moving up your neck from your chest until he reaches your ear, tucking his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, he nibbles your ear.

“Can I take these off?” He whispers in your ear, tugging at your panties for approval.

“Anything you want, Captain.” You respond, waiting for any response regarding the pet name .

“Oh, naughty. You wanna walk this plank tonight?”

“Only if you help me control the waves.”

He slowly starts to pull your panties down your thighs, you lift up off the leather seat so he can slide them down your legs and off of your ankles. He raises them to his nose, taking in your scent , “If you make any noise, these go in your mouth, understand?” You shake your head ‘yes’ as he tucks your panties into his pocket. He puts his hands back under your dress, reaching for your exposed clit. Jake starts to work soft circles over you, just enough to make you writhe under his touch. He kisses up your neck again, making sure to leave marks, your breaths become sharp as you try to keep quiet. He drags his fingers down between your folds, collecting your slick on his fingers. Lingering his ring and middle finger at your entrance, he locks eye contact and pulls the top of your dress down with his free hand, exposing your left breast to the cool air. He keeps his eyes locked with yours watching for any sign of discomfort as he works his calloused fingers in, moving his warm tongue across your nipple. His thumb finds its way to your clit, you feel yourself getting closer but your orgasm is put on standby.

“We’re here, Mr. and Mrs. Kiszka.” The driver taps on the tinted window.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. You know I don’t like doing that to you. Let me help you.” Jake mutters as he removes his fingers and helps you pull your dress over your breasts.

You guys stumble out of the van, Jake gets out the same side as you and picks you up bridal style. He carries you inside, flicking on the light with your heel. He sits you on the couch and gets on his knees to take your heels off, kissing the top of each foot after removing them.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Jake’s rubbing his hands up and down your calves.

“I’m ready, Captain.” You giggle and reach down to run your fingers through his hair.

He stands up and grabs your hands, leading you off the couch, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. As he’s carrying you into the room you see an array of items splayed out across the dresser’s surface. A lit candle, rope and a sword to be exact. He gently tosses you onto the bed, making quick work to remove your wedding dress. You’re sitting naked on the bed as Jake goes and grabs the rope from the display.

“If it’s too much, tell me.”

“I will, Jakey.”

He lays you back on the bed, situating your legs open, tying each ankle to a bed post with a single column tie knot.

“Is that too tight?”

“No.”

Jake nods as he reaches up for your hands, tying them together in a simple handcuff knot, pushing them up above your head, body on full display. He goes back to the dresser and picks up the candle. You guys have only tried wax play once before, but it turned out well enough for you to agree to trying it again. Making his way back over, he hovers over your body tipping the candle at an angle. The hot wax drips onto your sternum and down your belly, earning Jake an audible gasp. The look in your eyes is one of pleasure and excitement. He lets a few more drops of wax find their way onto your skin, pooling in your dips. Once he’s satisfied with the coverage, he blows the candle out and returns it to the dresser. Impatience settles in while Jake’s waiting for the wax to solidify, he starts kissing you from the tops of your feet, trailing up your leg until he reaches your thigh, gently biting the flesh.

“Do you wanna try something old, or something new?” His eyes find their way to your face between the valley of your breasts.

“Something new.”

He stands back up and reaches for the sword off of the dresser. “It’s not sharp.” He drags the blade across the back of his arm to ensure you, but you know Jake would never do anything to harm you. He’s waving the sword in tiny figure 8s in front of himself as he walks towards you. He drags the cold blade up your leg and presses it on your clit, pulling away and gently tapping you with it, you jerk your body up. The sword finds its way to the wax pooling on your stomach as Jake scrapes it off with the back of the blade, squirming under the cold metal.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that?” He bends down and bites your stomach, cooling the sting with the blade.

Jake undoes his belt with one hand, placing the sword beside you on the bed with the other. He begins getting undressed, standing before you entirely unclothed. His cock is hard, hanging between his thighs begging to be touched. Jake slowly leans over you, his cock pressed against your stomach, he places a hand to your cheek as he passionately kisses you. You move your hands down trying to feel him under your fingers, but he’s quick to push them back where they belong.

“No touching.” He whispers.

He resumes kissing down your body, working his way down your neck and sternum making his way to your center. He licks a stripe making sure to pay extra attention to your previously neglected clit, lapping at you like he hasn’t tasted you in months. Jake’s looking up at you, eye contact being held between your breasts as he slips his fingers in where they once worked. You gasp at the feeling of his fingers stretching you out, waiting for him to replace them with something bigger. He slowly thrusts in and each time going as far back as he can reach, curling his fingers straight into what feels like your soul. Your grip starts to tighten around his fingers slowing his pace down, he places his free hand on your lower stomach to hold you down. Jake removes his lips from your clit, replacing them with the palm of his hand.

“C’mon, baby. Cum for me.”

He brings his body up more to let you taste yourself off his lips. Leaning in for a kiss, the taste of his whiskey kissed breath and your slick push you over the edge. You’re crying out his name, begging him to fuck you senseless. Jake slides his body back down lining up with you, working his cock in with his fingers still pumping inside. Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“Jake, too much, it’s too much.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” He quickly slides his fingers out, leaving just his tip at your entrance. “Is this better?”

You nod, cheeks bright red from the heat. He pushes slowly until you take him entirely. Jake reaches for the sword and slides it in between the rope knotted around your wrists, he rips up with all his strength snapping the rope. “Do you want to touch me?” He asks as he tosses the sword on the floor and loosens the rope around your wrists. You reach up, locking your arms around his neck, moving your back off of the bed. Jake wraps his body under your arms around your torso, digging his nails into the space just shy of your armpits on either side. His grip is so tight, you’re positive you’ll have finger-shaped bruises on both sides before he’s done with you. You feel a shift in Jake’s demeanor, like something primal has woken up inside of him. Sweat starts beading up on his chest and forehead, his body temperature rising as he continues thrusting into you as fast as his body lets him move. He bends back and releases the rope from the bed posts, freeing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

You do as instructed, wrapping your legs around Jake’s back allowing him to hit your spot from a different angle. He moves one of his arms down to toy your clit, hoping to make you cum again. He messily flicks back and forth with his thumb, his pace growing faster and less coordinated. He starts to swivel his hips, his cock dancing inside of you. The movement’s feel like something you’ve seen before, it dawns on you he moves the same way on stage. The knowledge of Jake mimicking these movements becomes enough to bring you to the ledge, waiting to push you into the crashing waves. He feels you tightening around his width, pulling him under with you. He holds onto you like an anchor in a storm, taking him fully in you as your body thrashes like a ship, leaving you feeling like nothing more than a piece of driftwood yearning for land to rest on. Jake releases inside of you, the final set of waves to push you to shore, letting out a deep guttural moan. Jake’s weight is on top of you as he slowly comes back to his senses. He pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you into his side, peppering your temple with soft kisses. Silence washes over the dark room, moonlight barely poking through the curtains. He drags his fingers through your messy hair in attempts to comb it out.

“You felt so good. You’re always so good to me, my love.” He always makes it evident he worships the ground you walk on and the air you breathe.

He sits up out of bed, mindful of helping you get cleaned before he’s too tired. He grabs a towel and makeup wipes, he wipes his seed gently from your flower before wiping your running makeup off of your face. He tosses the towel on the floor on top of his dirty laundry and throws the wipes into the can below your bedside table. Jake grabs you back into his arms, barely pulling the covers over the both of you, snuggling his face into your neck as you fall asleep to the beat of his heart.

[luvevee]

Me:

Bf spamming me with a thousand images of Vergil from DMC:

[nemo-in-wonderland]

(..............)

“Twins?” “Twins. A boy and girl.” Ximena answered, before turning her loving eyes to the two small bundles she kept against her breast. A smile touched her full lips, the pride undeniably written on her face at the sight of the two sleeping children. Dark of hair and sun-kissed skin, with rosebud lips and puffy cheeks that appeared to be made just to be covered in gentle loving kisses: two small cherubs sent to her from the heavens above to quell the sadness of her soul. The woman felt her heart swelling in her chest with such intensity, for a moment she was sure she couldn’t breath. They were both perfect. The girl briefly opened her eyes as a hiccup left her small mouth, a hiccup that was soon bound to become a shriek of necessity. “Mark my word, Ximena, that nena has the dark side of the moon within her,” the matriarch said while taking the baby girl in her experienced arms, starting to pacing and patting on her back to lull her back to sleep. But even when the old woman started to crone a melody of an ancient time, the baby girl would not stop her whimper of protest. “This one, instead, is a hijo de la luna llena,” the young mother cooed at the still asleep baby boy. With delicate finger, she caressed the bridge of the baby’s nose and his head of dark leonine hair. “Peaceful as a quiet night of plenilune indeed,” she murmured, her smile widening even more. “You are lucky that their father’s mark is nowhere to be found on their small faces, and instead they favour you.This will make things easier for them...and for all of us.” (….)

A small WIP for you all tonight, before going to sleep.

This is actually a VERY old artwork, that I started in *checks info on CPS* March last year, but I never truly got the occasion to finish (or rather, I was HYPER frustrated with my lack of skill to render justice to the artwork and my beloved brainchildren).

I remember seeing a statue of Latona with Apollo and Artemis and IMMEDIATELY striked me as the perfect inspiration and reference for my brainchildren.

And, while unfinished, it still gives me so many emotions so, I decided to share it with you as well <3

So here you have Ximena with her two most precious jewels: Mathias and Antoine 🥹💓🥹💓🥹💓

I honestly want to work some more on my Unity stuff, because I have so many things to develop still, and the way I love the De Beaumont is IMMENSE.

IMMENSE.

(also, omg I was all squealing while drawing baby Mathias and Baby Antoine!! like KYAAAAAAH. SWEET BEBES. SWEET PERFECT BEBES.)

(also fml I need to recalibrate my screen because the colours are all fucked up :/)

Well, I hope you will like this! <3

--Nemo