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God bless this outfit for making him look so damn thick.

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i'll defend fanfic for my whole life. like the joy it brings is genuinely transformative and indulgent in a way unique to the genre. it isn't meant for a market, it isn't meant to be sold or marketed. it is born out of such care and passion for a media that one must write and must share it, so other folks can enjoy it to. for no other reason than love and joy. do you know how special that is? especially in our current social and political climate.

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After being a pervert, I snapped this gorgeous pic. 😩😩😩😩 I fear I may never stop obsessing over him. It hurts my chest to look at him.

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Zayne is Caleb's primary care physician and he is not an easy patient. He doesn't take his health seriously at all. One day, after Caleb pushes back against one of his doctor's orders, Zayne asks sternly, "So, you're planning on disobeying me?" Caleb gets so turned on so fast that he actually feels dizzy.

Zayne really is the only one who has authority over him like this. It used to be because he was the oldest of the friend group and therefore was in charge of them. But now they are both grown adults, Zayne shouldn't have any power over him but it doesn't feel that way. He loves and wants Zayne to never stop ordering him around.

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“I would recognize you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion.”

— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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Credit: @/yoyosea1 on Twitter

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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

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Love and Deepspace Version 4.0 Special Program Bingo Card!

⟡ We're gonna have a watch party of the livestream on my lads discord server so I made a bingo card so we can have some fun while watching!

⟡ Feel free to download and play as well!

Have fun everyone ♡

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somebody said ed feat. tony-hawk-syndrome and I very much agree

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Sylus x Abby (Saja Boys) 🌽

Next LaDS x Saja Boys crossover?

Also I’m on TikTok! Like and Follow me ✨

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Sylus in a 1920s Speakeasy doing The Charleston with his right hand who poses as a flapper. Yes.

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no thoughts, only sea god rafayel

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just keep falling, part 4

⋆. 𐙚˚ you dream of caleb and the two of you fuck talk it out

you were dreaming. because only in your dream you could see him again. his violet expressive eyes. the freckles on his nose. his smell like home. your heart nearly leaped out of your chest when you saw him.

„caleb“, you breathed. your throat felt sore.  

„pipsqueak.“ it was the only thing he said, before you pulled your arms around his neck and held him close, inhaling deeply. this dream was so fucking realistic. he smelled just like he had in reality. he felt like that, too. the hard planes of his chest. the soft skin of his neck. his broad shoulders under your fingertips. 

„why did you leave me?“, you whispered, tears prickling in your eyes. you didn’t want to let them run, but it was unstoppable. you shook in his arms, while your cheeks got wet. slowly you released your grip on his neck to look into his face. and what you found, let your heart skip a beat. 

his eyes were empty. as if there was a trigger pulled that switched everything off.

„it didn’t take you long to forget me“, he said flatly. his voice was like his eyes – devoid of any feeling. 

„that’s not true!“ you grabbed his face, getting on your knees on the bed to directly look into them, to find that spark that was just caleb. „I almost died with you that day. don’t ever think I forgot you. don’t you ever think that there was a day my soul didn’t break, because you weren’t there.“ 

he lifted his eyes, a dark and glooming look took over them. „you let him in.“

your throat felt suddenly dry. „I …“ you couldn’t finish the sentence. because what were you going to say? that you didn’t let somebody else in your life? you both knew that that was a lie. because gideon was there. you let him into your life and into your bed. the two of you only survived the last year, because you had each other. but you also couldn’t tell caleb that. besides … what kind of stupid dream was this? 

why were you wasting your time talking about another man, when caleb was right here?

you didn’t hesitate a second longer. „I don’t want to talk about him“, you said, leaning your forehead against his, closing your eyes. „I only want you right now.“

calebs breath hitched. when you came closer, he grabbed your arms. hard. „you let him in. you let him touch you.“

„yes I did“, you shot back. „because you weren’t fucking there!“ 

he blinked. slowly, the life returned to his expression. a muscle in his jaw twitched. next thing you knew, he buried his hand in your hair and pulled your head back. „fuck this“, he said. then his mouth collided with yours.

you couldn’t breathe. you couldn’t grasp a single thought.

calebs mouth was on yours. dream or not – his body was on yours, his tongue danced with yours, and your body was in complete harmony with his. 

„I missed this“, you whispered into his mouth. 

he bit your lip hard enough to almost draw blood. „didn’t look like it.“ he licked the place he had bitten into and the sweet pain subsided.

„let me feel you“, you begged, when he put his knee between your legs and hit the exact spot that was aching. 

„I don’t think you have been a good enough girl for that.“ his words danced over the skin of your neck, then he bit you again and you moaned when his tongue was on your skin again, while his knee stopped the movement. 

„don’t stop“, you whined.

he looked up at you through thick lashes, slowly shaking his head. „only good girls get rewards, pipsqueak.“ 

this dream version of caleb was so incredibly different from the man you lost all those months ago. he was harsh, almost brutal in the way he withheld you the pleasure you so desperately needed. 

„what do I need to do?“, you inquired, raising yourself up on your elbows. „do you want me to get to my knees? to beg for it?“

his cheeks were flushed, but he nodded. „yes.“

at first you thought he was joking. caleb never was the kind of man who made you beg for anything. but maybe your subconscious wanted to tell you something.

„fine“, you said, your voice sounding slightly out of breath. then you got up from the bed and on your knees, looking up at him. „please, caleb“, you whispered. 

he raised his hand, slowly grazing your bottom lip with his thumb. your breathing hitched at the deliberate touch. „again.“

„I need you. please, caleb.“

„tell me exactly what you need.“ he tilted his head, his gaze unyielding.

your cheeks were feeling hot. „I need you inside me.“

„me? inside you?“, he repeated and you nodded, still on your knees. „what exactly do you need, honey? my fingers? my tongue?“

„your cock.“ the words came out raspy and out of breath. he was still hovering over you, grazing your lip so soft you wished for him to bite you again.

you put your hands on his thighs, slowly stroking them up and down. his adams apple bobbed. that was the first real reaction he showed. 

„you want my cock?“

you nodded frantically. „yes. and if you make me beg one more time, I’ll hurt you.“ 

the corners of his mouth went up a little. „if you want my cock – take it.“

you blinked. he stayed in the exact same position, his gaze almost challenging. and you always were up for a challenge. in the blink of an eye, you tore at his belt, opening his black pants, freeing his length, greedily taking it into your hands. 

„can I?“, you asked hoarse. one nod was the only thing you needed. with your eyes still on caleb, you licked a trail over his hard length. again. and a third time, even slower, more deliberate than before.

„stop teasing me“, he snarled. 

„why?“, you shot back. „that’s exactly what you just did.“

„pipsqueak.“ there was a warning in his voice. „if you keep doing that, I’ll …“

you sucked him so deeply into your mouth, his tip hit the back of your throat while you kept looking up at him. he pulled his head back and let out a curse under his breath. then you really started working him with your mouth and both your hands, and it didn’t take long for his hard demeanor to dissolve and make way for a whimper. fuck, how you missed that sound and the feeling of him inside you. you sucked on the soft spot just under his tip and caleb cursed once more.

„don’t do that again, or it’ll be over sooner than we both want.“ 

you always loved teasing him, so you did exactly that.

before you knew what was happening, he was on you, in the middle of the bedroom floor, ripping your panties to shreds. when he touched you down there, you moaned. he pulled his fingers to his mouth and licked the wetness from them. „I think you’re wet enough. don’t you?“ 

„fuck, yes.“ you pulled him closer.

he entered you slowly, only giving you his tip. you tried to pull him closer, but he was stronger than you. „nuh uh, honey.“ 

„more“, you whined. 

„why?“ he pulled out of you, then entered back inside, again with only his tip. „is this not enough?“

„this is torture.“

he let out a breathy laugh. „you know nothing about torture.“ then, without a warning, he pressed himself inside you to the hilt. you let out a scream. „torture is“, he said through gritted teeth, accentuating his words with hard thrusts. „to see“, another thrust, „the woman you love“, he hit your sweet spot and you panted, „fuck your best friend.“

he was punishing you with his cock, fucking you with hard, controlled thrusts that made you see stars. 

„I’m sorry“, you whined. „I’m so sorry, caleb.“

„I“, thrust, „won’t“, thrust, „accept“, thrust „your“, thrust, „excuses.“ 

you clawed at his back, arching your own, and taking this punishment with everything you had. you were so near to your release, you could almost taste it. 

„I belong to you“, you screamed.

„good.“ caleb gripped your hair again, forcing you to look inside his eyes full of desperation. „because my soul is eternally yours. and when you fucked him, you broke something inside me.“ he was still going in his rapid pace, but you saw the shimmer in his eyes. you stroked his cheek, pushed the hair out of his forehead. 

„I only ever belonged to you“, you whispered, while tears fell – from your eyes and his. 

caleb closed his eyes, took one of your legs and gripped it hard, while he pounded into you. „again, pipsqueak.“

„I belong to you. always“, you repeated, your voice laced with lust. the tension rose to unknown heights, and you let out a scream, when the orgasm washed over you. caleb followed you shortly after, biting down on the crook of your neck, then cursing and then moaning your name. you held him while he was still pulsing inside you. 

this was a dream. it just had to be. you couldn’t imagine what you would do if it weren’t. 

because for a split second, when you swore to caleb you belonged to him, your mind had wandered to gideon. 

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Kitty :3

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Zayne sends a picture to Sylus during a business meeting and he almost cracks his phone the moment he opens it. It's a picture of MC sleeping with her face buried in the side of Zayne's left hip. She looks absolutely lovely and the love he feels for her is endless. But that's not why he can't look away from his screen.

Unlike MC, Zayne never sends nudes or seductive pictures. So, this is the closest thing Sylus will ever get to getting one from him. A picture taken at an awkward angle from Zayne's point of view. It was obviously only meant to show her, but there is so much more in frame. It shows the sensual lines of his bare muscular chest and his happy trail from above. The final blow is the grey loose sweatpants he is obviously wearing without any underwear, considering the visible line of his manhood.

Receiving something so brazen from someone so proper. It's maddening. Sylus gets up in the middle of the meeting, declares it over and dismisses everyone. He ends up breaking a new speed record driving back to their home and, once he gets there, he's going to ravish him.

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Credit: @/Liz唯彻 on Xiaohongshu