#sdfsdfsdf that is all

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#act 3 cait will never beat the prince!caitlyn allegations

[respondedinkind]

" you don't scare me. " / from Carol Marcus over at @daretr3ks

The way she speaks those words out into the air between them - you don't scare me - causes a hint of amusement to bubble up behind a firm sternum; Khan's clear gaze, which had briefly averted seconds ago, trails back to Carol's own about a second later, accompanied by a hint of a knitted brow and a quiet exhale of breath.

---Assessing her. Wondering. Contemplating, even.

"As long as you don't give me a reason to scare you, Miss Marcus..." That name leaves a bitter taste at the back of Khan's tongue, an oily residue sticking to the roof of his mouth, "...I don't see a reason for why I would attempt to do that."

Even though much people claim he is - Khan actually is not a monster, after all. He can be, if he needs to, but... he'd prefer to not be one, for the matter.

"And since you certainly don't scare me either, we seem to be in agreement here."

Nimble fingers reach for one of the two freshly poured cups of coffee... and then he holds it out for the lady to take, offering it to her.

@daretr3ks

[phpruitts]

Phoebe feels herself panting, heavy and deep lungfuls of air that do little to soothe the fire in her chest and stomach. It just wasn't enough oxygen for her cells. It just wasn't enough— everything.

Phoebe needs more everything, and Raf is clearly going to give it to her.

You got me baby.

I'm right here.

A jagged sort of whine escapes her when Rafael shifts his hips upwards, thrusting deeper, working himself deeper into her core. Fucking— heavenly. Every nerve ending within her feels alight, taut pleasure building in her abdomen, but it was more than just that. It was feeling connected. Bound together, with words and kisses and actions. Phoebe wants to prolong that feeling for forever. Can she? If she's good enough, would Rafael never want to leave the tiny little walls of her apartment? Maybe they can always be this in sync— eyes blazing, hearts blazing, gaze fixed on each other. Fuck. Okay, yeah, she really does want him to stay, god, when has she ever wanted a man to stay so badly. No man had ever shown up to her door on Christmas eve, no man had ever dropped walls like this. Let her patch him up.

Rafael looks up at her, calls her beautiful, and peels the oversized shirt from her flushed body with the simplest of motions.

He wants to look at Phoebe while she rides him.

Well.

She had better make it worth looking at.

There's not a second of wasted time as Rafael buries his face into the plush of her breasts, and that makes her grin, makes her lift a hand up to caress the back of his head, soothing, encouraging, gentle, playing with his curls with an idle sort of playfulness.

"Ah— I like you in there," she murmurs, though her tone quickly turns strangled once Rafael wraps his mouth around her breast— all this after just reinforcing how much he thought about her. Thinking about her body. Her tits. The way she got off on his cock.

His words send a jolt of pleasure right at her molten core.

Harder, her hips snap harder, faster, pressing up against his own, trying to extract every bit of pleasure she can for both her and Raf. She wants him feeling euphoric. She wants Raf blissed out.

And then his tongue rolls over her nipple. And her back arches.

'I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.'

"God," she whines.

Oh, god, why was Rafael now saying what Phoebe was thinking? It was as if he'd been doing that the whole night.

"I am fucking obsessed with you,"

One arm tightens around his neck, the other hand buries deeper in his curls, and fuck, Phoebe can't look at Rafael for any longer without feeling the prickling heat behind her eyes intensify, something tight in her throat, like a coal was burning in her chest—

"I want to come up with a reason to get you here every day."

Was she being too much? Admitting that? Everything feels loose and dangerous inside her— she keeps rolling her hips, pressing down on that delicious friction, and the feeling of Rafael's hands, and his tongue, the connection she feels right now. Well. She was simply burning up. Raf burned her up, and it was the most lovely, gentle, pleasing fire she had ever experienced.

Rafael didn’t think a more perfect moment existed. Spending the very early hours of Christmas morning with Phoebe — arguably one of the most important people in his life. When had that happened? It certainly wasn’t overnight, but sometimes it felt that way.

And it made everything feel better.

Each time they had sex, each time they fooled around or kissed or touched or existed in the other person’s presence — it felt so much better. As Phoebe rolled her hips on top of Rafael, he squeezed her hips tightly. She felt so good. She always did, but something about that moment — after Phoebe had just cared for him so tenderly, after she’d just spent minutes of her Christmas morning cleaning and bandaging his wounds.

Rafael reclined back on the seat slightly, staring up at her, watching in awe at the way she moved. He slid his hands beneath her t-shirt, gliding them back up to her breasts. He squeezed tightly, with both hands, massaging her flesh as she rode him.

“Fuck,” Rafael whispered. “You got me, baby. I’m right here,” he assured her. He did what he could — thrusted his cock upward, deep inside of her, despite the slight stinging at his side. It didn’t fucking matter to him. The pleasure outweighed it all.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Rafael said. “I wanna look at you while you ride me.”

Rafael lifted Phoebe’s t-shirt, pulling it over her head, tossing it onto the empty cushion beside them. It’d be sin to leave that t-shirt on, Rafael thought.

He sat up once more, burying his face in between her breasts. He kissed at her chest, wrapping his arms around her back. His fingers brushed over her spine gently.

“I think about you like this all the time,” he whispered. “Getting off on my cock. And your fucking body…”

Rafael gently bit at one of her breasts.

“Your tits.” Rafael smirked, wrapping his mouth over her right breast. His tongue gently rolled against the flesh there, over and over, pulling away only so he could focus on the other side.

“God. I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

[fenharel]

not the damn skip button ruining all my screenshots sdfsdfsdf

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

I like need to know all the juicy details of landoscars aftercare bc I know it would scratch every itch in my brain.

Like what’s Oscar’s favourite aftercare snack?

How long does it usually take for Oscar to come out of subspace?

If Oscar’s been sobbing or spanked does he take any panadol afterwards?

Also landoscar cuddling headcanons too omgg

SDFSDFSDF I love you and I love that you think I have it all figured out, when I am merely a writer, in front of their manuscript, asking it to cooperation

Answers below the cut, discussing impact play, d/s dynamics

For aftercare snack, he probably likes something with a little sustenance. Probably cheese sticks, nuts, maybe some fruit, which I'm aware is probably like stupid and ridiculous but a little salty and a little sweet and provides actual nutrition is A+. Depending on the scene, a little bit of dark chocolate is also a big fave.

How long does it take him to come out of subspace? It differs...and it also depends on Lando, a little bit. I think I made a one-off remark about Lando caring for Oscar dropping him into subspace or keeping for subspace, which is definitely a thing that happens sometimes, whether purposeful or incidental. Usually though, it depends on scene intensity. On average, I'd say roughly an hour to an hour and a half.

God I haven't actually thought about that because of [redacted personal lore here]. Probably not after he's been sobbing or crying, instead Lando will wipe away all his tears and then hold him close ans whisper sweet nothings to him. And again, it depends on the intensity of impact play sessions. I think probably Lando puts arnica cream on him, if it's a heavier session, yes, he probably takes an anti-inflammatory medication of some sort, and then just a lot of really heavy cuddling

YES OKAY SO...for cuddling stuff...Oscar likes it usually when Lando lies on top of him like a weighted blanket (if he doesn't have a weighted blanket of his own). They usually stay like that for a while, with Oscar's face mashed into Lando's neck. Alternatively, he likes to lie in Lando's arms with his head kinda tucked against Lando's shoulder, with Lando's arms wrapped around him. Spooning is a close third, and he likes to be the little spoon, most of the time!

[threegoldfish]

i personally think if you guys tried really hard. ahem. you could for sure get steven preggers. -⭐

Another one regarding this || sdfsdfsdfs

"...---Th-That's not how it works!" Again, Steven tries his best here; Don't they understand that, simply because of their biology, the whole thing of trying isn't making sense---

"---I agree." Jake takes over before the poor man can argue himself into a frenzy again, just way too serious about it all. "We should give it a try - maybe a lot of tries, actually. Make sure we put effort into it, doing our best---"

...Steven blinks, has stopped going on and on about the impossibility of things to now show an expression of something utterly deadpan instead, accompanied by a lifted brow and a sigh. "---Okay, this is a sex-thing now.", he comments, dry. "I get it, yeah. You just really want to ... fuck me real hard. Okay, yeah, get it. I... I get it. I get that one." A finger against his temple, giving it a few taps. "Got it."

"---Are you complaining, baby?" It's now on Marc to lift a brow, curious. "About us wanting to fuck you senseless?"

Steven sighs.

"M-Marc, bloody hell---" Despite having used quite descriptive - and vulgar - words himself before, Steven's now blushing, letting out a snort of sorts as he folds his arms across his chest. "No, no, I am not complaining! I-I'm just--- saying. Just saying."

A pause, then he grunts out a low "You two are the worst." before glancing to the side.

"---Well, guess we're on equal terms here; La intentaremos muy duro esta noche. Who knows? Steven might end up being pregnant with twins, even - one from both of us."

Jake chuckles, then winks.

[gabriellereed]

It would be a terrible time for Selene to walk in— and molly wasn't even really the issue. She had to be used it, probably, Matty's indulgences, and she herself was the one who urged Gabi to cut loose for once.

The issue was them.

The position they were in.

What would she say if she saw her best friend kneeling as her own cousin administered the tab? What would she think about the way they were both grinning, thick as thieves, the way Matty brushes her hair from the bare skin of her shoulders?

What would she say about the way Gabi shivers?

Did Matty see the way she shivered?

He looked so fucking good. There's a moment where his thumb skims over the plushest part of her lower lip, and that touch alone sends sensations thrumming down her body like the plucking of harp string. Even with the pill atop her tongue, her mouth is still languidly lax— it takes a moment for her to close it.

Jesus.

Her skin feels like it's on fire, and the molly hasn't even hit.

'You're so fucking...'

He's finishes his own pill, but not the sentence. There's a raising of his hands, some vague motion that's meant to imply something else; something she's supposed to read between between this and the warm pad of his finger that had skimmed Gabi's hair back.

Her, though? Really? Gabi didn't believe in false modesty, knew that she wasn't ugly, but there was something about Matty, who looked like had been cut out from amber, who had something bacchanal about his beauty, that makes her surprised to be the subject of his attentions.

She had noticed the stares. Gabi was certain he could have just about anyone in the room.

"Yeah," She says, breathless, a little bit more daze in her voice than she's used to, something completely unrelated to the drug. "You too."

You're so fucking: singular. Gorgeous. Fucking arresting.

She stands, and as she does, she extends her hand again, this time snagging his wrist between a circlet of her thumb and index finger, the tips of her nails just brushing against his skin, the thin sensitive bit by his palm.

"When this hits I don't know what I'll wanna do." It had been a while since Gabi had indulged— who knew what her reaction would be? Really, despite anything, she just wanted to experience it besides Matty. He had that ... freedom, to him, that wildness, yet despite all that beautiful abandon, there was something safe about him, too, earnestly sweet. It wasn't often those things existed alongside each other so plainly. "Maybe dance. Or. I don't know. Stare at lights like a lunatic. Jump into a body of water."

"Clown molly indeed."

Matty grinned. She was down. She couldn't have been more attractive even if she tried. God had somehow plucked Gabi right out of his dreams and dropped her right into his lap.

Matty just had to be careful not to screw this up.

She was grinning, inching toward him, when -

Oh, fuck.

There she stood, tongue out, urging him to pop the pill on her tongue.

Okay. Now she couldn't have been more attractive even if she tried. Holy fuck.

He carefully plucked one of the tablets out of the baggy. He closed the gap between the pair, his torso mere inches away from hers. Taking molly together was pretty intimate. It was euphoric and romantic and he wanted to enjoy every bit of the ride with Gabi.

The ambiance in the living room only added to the mood. It was dimly lit, with mesmerizing blue and purple artificial lighting. The music was loud. The guests were all rolling and dancing and kissing.

He gently brushed her hair behind her shoulders, taking just half a second to admire her. Fuck.

Alright.

He placed the tablet on her tongue, allowing his thumb to brush over her bottom lip very deliberately. He briefly imagined what kissing her would feel like.

Slow down, Matty.

He popped the tablet onto his tongue.

"You're so fucking..."

He didn't even know how to finish his sentence. He just smiled. Shook his head, gestured absently with his hands, hoping she somehow understood.

Perfect. Sexy.

"Cheers."

[imminent-danger-came]

this one goes out to all the good people of this fandom who have independently come up with EAMK/EAMK adjacent theories

SDFSDFSDF LOL.

We all know they're lying to us. There's no way MK was born from the stone and that's it.

[tiredfoxtf]

Fox, how do you feel about Gridoc?

I'm mildly intrigued by it, let's say. I don't really watch Doc at all, so I feel like I'm not really qualified to have an opinion. sdfsdfsdf

But from general vibe I gathered from the limited hc I watched they seem cool!

[myreia]

Tag ppl you want to get to know better

Tagged by @hylfystt & @birues, thanks frens! 🖤✨ LAST SONG: Soliloquy, Octopath Traveler 2 OST.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Rewatching Doctor Who! Currently on series 3.

THREE SHIPS: All ffxiv ships I'm afraid, because my WoL Aureia is my little guy and I enjoy putting her in Situations with people and seeing what happens.

Aureia/Thancred. idk. they. 🥺It takes so much work and effort to get where they are. It's cyclical--there's so many times they got close to something happening, but the mix of emotional unavailability, miscommunication + circumstance resets things and they have to work it back up from ground zero several times over. Even when they are together, it's not the endpoint, there's still a lot of work. Relationships take effort.

Aureia/Aymeric. I've done him so dirty, I'm sorry, Aymeric. ���� He's the person she needs at the time, but not the one she needs later. There's a lot of love here, but ultimately their wants and desires don't align. Ishgardian politics adds another layer to it, too. It's not doomed from the start, but it does end up in a place where... it would take a considerable amount of work to keep it going, he was willing to take that risk, but she decided to end things.

Aureia/Sidurgu. This is the maybe. The what if. Had circumstances been different, maybe things would have worked out for them, but she knows that trying to build something with him out of her current situation is just going to end up hurting them both. It doesn't last very long, but it could have been.

(don't ask me about Fordola, there is also a Fordola ship here sdfsdfsdf)

FAVORITE COLOR: Turquoise!

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: Black coffee out of my black mage mug. ✨

FIRST SHIP: Uhhhh... I suspect it was probably something Star Wars. Maybe Han/Leia or Luke/Mara from the old Expanded Universe days. I do remember the time of ship wars between Jaina/Kyp, Jaina/Zekk, Jaina/Jag.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Canada.

CURRENT LOCATION: Nope. 😘

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: 10-year common law partnership.

LAST MOVIE: ...the D&D movie, I think? This was a while ago, I haven't been watching a lot of film recently.

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: A post-5.3. ShB novella, working Aur and Thancred through a few things and coming to a few realizations. Ultimately this is going to be her push towards going to Bozja and ending her unfinished business with her birth family.

Tagging: @tsunael @heavensw4rd @ishgard @gatheredfates @oh-yeah-no no obligations, of course! 💖

[tearfest]

sometimes fc's become so overused that they ruin all the characters associated to the fc n even the fc themselves like im sorry i know that must sound so dramatic SDFSDFSDF but i feel like ive seen .. 100 of the same character trope w the same fc this past week alone n its so ... idk i guess the word im looking for is disheartening maybe ..

[brits4gerardway]

or those cheesy christmas movies that are not subtle with using the same set for each one they make sdfsdfsdf my mum and i have this running joke together like "it's the barn again" because there's these christmas movies she watched that all had the same set they were filmed on,, and the set always had this dang barn (i think they were netflix movies? i can't remember)

LMFAO YES 😭😭😭

[justonemoretimeagainandagain]

sdfsdfsdf

[cookieofearthbread]

"That's right."

Linzer could still remembered how the Train Conductor had tried to misdirection everyone on the train including the detectives to pin his crime on another person... And he came close to succeeding with his scheme... If he didn't pin the crime on someone that she knew which resulted in the doubt to form inside of her in the first place.

"He did as he made a few mistakes and the alibi he had fell through after a piece of important evidence was discovered."

"'Frame'...?"

As bad as it was to murder another, there was something about attempting to pin the deed on another that struck him as... worse. Why try to hide? If they'd done it, then that was their dishonor to bear...

"Did they ever get found? ...The fan."

[sinfulpower]

LIKE THIS POST for a short us**fw starter based on something in your muses’ d*sires tag / your wanted plots! dm to specify muse or i’ll randomly pick <3

[erin-gilberts]

I've almost got my girlfriend's art website up and functional, with the exception that I have to populate and organize her gallery now, which I expect is going to take like five hours minimum.