#° c: ignes

[gear-systim]

|| GREED 💸 Block Tales [ Demo 3 ] 💰 anon request -- demo 3 is actually insane off the wall jesus christ. this guy barely even scrapes the surface i'm scared || "AND you brought a friend? Double whammy! I'm gonna enjoy this.."

"C'MERE!"

Sources: [ 👑 - 🎇 - 👑 / 💰 - 💸 - 💰 / 👑 - 🎇 - 👑 ]

[barzfrommarz]

found a dsmp fan in the wild today

[bunnytriestoanimateyt]

I am 18 NOW.. I am OLD! I am.. ADULT! I will ADULT and do ADULT STUFF LIKE CAR! drive a CAR! I will drive a cAR. I am going to ADULT! This is ADULT TIME!

[okcoolthanks]

Whay ir i used the reallu cool lavs lmap roboy as my pfp and made everything on my blog red

:0 yea totally!!!!!

[boatemlag]

i got zero interior shots but its fine im very happy with this build despite how cheesy the graffiti looks lol

[edsonjnovaes]

Jaspion - Guia Visual Definitivo

C’mon, boy! Jaspion – Guia Visual Definitivo possui 176 páginas com muito conteúdo sobre um dos tokusatsus mais famosos do Brasil, o livro possui capa dura, papel encorpado e um trabalho gráfico inspirado em publicações japonesas sobre os heróis do gênero. JOÃO PAES – IGN. 30 de Outubro de 2023 O guia visual é uma parceria da Sato Company com a editora Mozu. Segundo os autores, Ricardo Cruz,…

[fettuccin-e]

Patience Long Gone

Kinktober Day 4: Thigh Riding

Tags: Joel Miller x Reader, afab!fem!reader, thigh riding obviously, praise, dry humping (yeah that's right nobody gets naked), Jackson!era, Joel talks dirty yeah I said it (w/c: 1.1K)

A/N: Ayo first Joel fic and it's during Kinktober ofc. I have been reading too many Joel fics to not partake in the old man thirst okay. And also have you seen this gif??? I want to ride that man's thigh like its a rodeo okay!! (For the month I have been following this list by flightlessangelwings!)

He can’t fuck you like he wants to, not right now. And God, Joel wants to, so badly. But there��s no time. There’s never any fucking time.

He hadn’t minded the hustle and bustle of Jackson when he and Ellie first arrived. He’d been grateful for the distraction, for the feeling of being useful again. He’d been grateful for the patrols, the odd repairs around town that didn’t require any socializing, content in his solitude with Ellie safe and sound within the town’s walls.

And then he’d met you. Sweet, soft, you, that doesn’t take any of his bullshit, forces him out of his shell with your sharp wit and endless patience. You, who Tommy introduced to him as the town veterinarian, until you became so much more. You, who asked him to fix your doorframe so, so sweetly, and not five minutes into his work, dragged him into your home and into your bed.

He never truly left.

But there’s no time to treat you like he wants to, fuck you like both of you need. There’s always something else, a threat at the border, an emergency in the stables. He hasn’t seen you cum in weeks, and the thought makes him shudder. He has the most beautiful woman in this entire godforsaken world, and he can’t even find the time to make her feel so fucking good.

It’s one of those few moments where you both are home, exhausted but not nearly tired enough to sleep. You’d crawled into his lap like a damn cat, planting yourself on his thick thigh, all languid grace and allure that has his cock aching in his jeans.

You curl two fists into his shirt, pulling him to your lips, and fuck, this is nothing like the stolen kisses you share in the spare moments you find with each other. This is water in the desert. This is life, not just survival. You’re so fucking soft against him, you scent invading his nose.

“Missed you,” you breathe between kisses, “Missed you so much, Joel.”

He groans, curling his fingers into your hair. He licks softly at your bottom lip, begging wordlessly for you to open for him. You do, without hesitation, and moan in a way that has his head spinning as he licks into your mouth. 

“God, sweetheart,” he grumbles as you break apart for breath. “You’re so goddamn pretty. Missed you too, sweet girl, been missin’ you so fuckin’ bad.”

He lets his hands explore you, roaming down your back, up under your shirt to feel that soft, soft skin. He paws over the curve of your ass, and he can’t help but smirk into your mouth as your hips buck forward.

“Needy,” he drawls, but he pushes on your ass again, making your hips buck forward along his thigh. Fuck, it’s good, the way you moan so pretty for him. “You wanna cum, pretty girl?” he croons. You nod so hard he thinks your head may fly off, but you seem to think better of it far too soon for his liking, shaking your head, as if to dismiss the very thought of chasing your own pleasure.

“I’m supposed to help Maria- fuck,” you curse as he leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. “I’m supposed to help Maria with the horses, Joel.”

“She can wait,” he growls, and he pulls on your hips, dragging you up his thigh. You keen involuntarily, the seam of your jeans pressing so hard, so perfect into your clit. “Just want you to feel good, wanna make you feel good.”

His voice is dark, a rasp that has your pussy soaking through your panties. He’s so big, so broad, and his thigh is providing a kind of pressure against your cunt that you haven’t felt for so long. It’s too much of a temptation for you to ignore. You pull your hips back again in a slow, sure drag, before humping back forward. You tuck your face into the crook of Joel’s neck as you let out a high-pitched whine.

“Good fucking girl, sound so pretty for me,” he murmurs, “Don’t that feel nice?” 

You nod frantically into his skin, hands fisting into his shirt so tight your knuckles go pale. You hump your hips forward, again and again and again, moaning as your clit throbs in your panties. Joel’s grip remains tight on your hips, helping you along, pressing you down harder. Your head swims, tears springing to your eyes.

“Need to cum,” you gasp, wriggling your hips in desperate little grinds. “Need to cum so fucking bad, Joel, fuck- I’m, I need it, ah-” You feel desperate, needy, unable to string together a sentence is you hump Joel’s thigh like an animal.

“I know, baby, I know,” he coos, grumbling and wonderful. “I’m gonna make you cum right now, okay sweetheart? And when you get home tonight, I’ll be here to do it again and again, right baby?” The thought has you aching, desperately humping into his jeans. You’re so close, you’re so fucking close.

“I’ll lay you down in our bed, sweet girl, and I’ll eat that pretty cunt out like you deserve, fuck, haven’t tasted you in so fucking long.” Joel pulls you along his thigh as he speaks, flexing the muscle underneath that makes the pressure so much more devastating. “And then I’ll sink my cock into your pretty little pussy, fuck you full of me, baby. I’ll keep stuffin’ you full, make you cum so much you soak the sheets through, and I’ll just keep goin’, right baby? God, I’ll make sure you can’t fuckin’ walk tomorrow,” he snarls his words, a violent, primal promise that has your body quaking in his hold as you cum against his thigh.

You sob with the force of your orgasm, curling into Joel’s solid body as he holds you through it, cooing into your ear how good you are, how gorgeous you look. It’s like you can’t suck enough air into your lungs, trying to get ahold of yourself again. Joel never lets you go, holding you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

When you finally regain control of your breath, your body, you can only tilt your head to his lips to kiss him softly, gently. 

“You didn’t get to cum,” you whine, and Joel chuckles at how forlorn you sound. His beautiful, perfect girl, so caring, so doting.

“Trust me, sweetheart,” he grumbles, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “When you get home tonight, I have plans for both of us that’ll have us wrung fuckin’ dry by mornin’.”

[ranchstoryblog]

Fandom Memories: HMFarm

Hmmm. So, nearly a quarter of you whippersnappers wanna hear about the good ol' days, huh? Well, back in the day, you wouldn't just hang out on one or two big websites to try to find people who shared your niche interests among a million random users. Everything had its own dedicated site, with its own special pack of weirdos that you probably wouldn't find anywhere else. Home grown fandom, sprouting from the cement sidewalks of the freshly paved internet like so many weeds with pretty little flowers on top. So, let's take a little stroll down memory lane and visit one of the oldest fan sites with Archive.org's "Wayback Machine."

Ahh, just like I remember it. This here is "Harvest Moon Farm." 'course, we just called it HMFarm, like the URL did. This used to be the place to be. The prime progenitor of all farmin' fansites in the English speaking community. Maybe not the literal first, but up until around 2005, this was where you would go if you wanted to know anythin' about digital farmin'. It truly was a magical place to visit.

This screenshot isn't the oldest design, but it's the one I fondly remember. The majority of my time using the site was during the lead-up to A Wonderful Life, which was probably also when it was the most active as an information source. Seeing the screenshots, checking the forums, speculatin', wonderin', dreamin'... It's a warm feeling. I can't really describe how it felt to look at these shots for the first time. Granted, they were mostly sourced from various places like IGN or Newtechnix, but who wanted to go to THOSE messy sites when all the info I wanted was right here? IGN wasn't telling me how to revive the Vineyard in Harvest Moon 64 while I was waiting for AWL news either.

Our first look at the character we would come to know as Muffy, the sheer novelty of being able to go into the townsfolk's glorious, 3D-rendered rooms, the apparent misidentification of flowering tomatoes... The webmaster, Gamergirl87, would caption each one as well. Some of the captions of those screenshots ended up not being exactly true, but it was the closest thing to on-going coverage we really had. Who else was there to trust?

It's a little off topic, but I think at one point after learning about the GBA connectivity, I must have dreamed about this very gallery and seeing a screenshot of a Gamecube-ized Popuri with the caption that Mineral Town villagers would visit after connecting the GC and GBA together. At least, I'm pretty sure it was a dream. I've met some people who claim they saw the same thing, but none of us have been able to find that screenshot or comment again.

The one that would most catch my attention was the one on the left here. I didn't have a PlayStation 2, so I was coming fresh off of the GameBoy and Nintendo 64 when going into A Wonderful Life. The pond, the mysterious glowing plants, the mood and ambiance of their lighting, the little tree on the door... Naturally, I mirrored it on my first day the remake was available.

It's a real shame that the message boards are poorly preserved, since it doesn't look like there was a news post about the pre-order plush cow. I was hoping to find the name of whoever it was that convinced me to commit my first ever preorder. I still have the receipt, but without the forum post it's really only tangentially related to HM Farm.

'course, just learning about existing games and upcoming games wasn't the only good thing HM Farm was for. As I alluded to, there was a whole community here! While it's a shame that the message boards aren't well preserved by the Wayback Machine, you know what is?

The "ideas" list! This incredible time capsule was one of the first "interactive" parts of the site, starting in the year 2000. It's kind of fun to see how many of these ideas actually happened. Obviously, new characters and personalities were probably expected, but Animal Parade would eventually feature a honeymoon, several games have clothing and other customization, a mall, city, and pig would be added as soon as GBC 3, a goat would be in A Wonderful Life... It's actually amazing how prescient a lot of the suggestions are.

I'd share the whole thing, but the amount of e-mail addresses involved gives me pause. Still, there's a couple I wanna highlight:

Considering how often I still hear about people wanting to marry the moms and people attributing it to just "the fans getting older," it's funny to see Laserion lay out that, no, we've always been like this. Right down to using Manna's unhappy marriage and Lillia's husband never returning as valid reasons they should be available.

Tuan145, on the other hand, I just find extremely amusing because of the specific "2002 Escalade" part. Yes, this is clearly the ideal vehicle for all farmers in the Story of Seasons universe. This is now accepted headcanon. The boat was added in GBC 3 too, so obviously a 2002 Escalade is going to be added any day now.

Another thing that's amazingly well preserved is the site's fan art section. There's a few missing images here and there, but for the most part the entire thing is open to explore. People of basically all ages and skill levels happily submitted their creations, including original characters, digital art, traditional art, crossovers with popular series like Sailor Moon, a liiittle bit of drug use... Y'know, all the kinds of things you'd expect to see in a fan art gallery of the day.

Even better, some of the artists are still doing art today! Looking around, I quickly discovered one of my favorites, Rina Cat, is now on Blue Sky. I made sure to ask for permission to repost their art before including it here. Reaching out to everyone would be a bit much though, so I'll just encourage you to just browse the gallery using the Wayback Machine yourself. There's poetry and fanfics too!

There's a lot more to the site, including useful bits of history like keeping track of release dates for games, pre-release screenshots, and information that was only available on Japanese websites at the time, but I'll leave it at that for now.

Unfortunately, though the site continued to be updated until 2010 and stayed online until 2021, it's no longer available on the regular internet and the URL doesn't seem safe to access anymore. I wanted to include an interview with the former webmaster as well, but all their readily available contact information was tied to the website and I haven't had any luck so far in finding other means of contact. If I have any success, I'll be sure to make a follow-up! If you have any memories of HMFarm, or other fan sites, I'd be happy to hear about it.

[coquettejunnie]

── You, Me, Under The Rain

" He don't deserve your time. Put him on the bench a while. Let me do you better. Don't you deserve to smile? I'ma put in overtime. Let me do you better. "

now playing: overtime by chris brown

୨୧ Pairing: Bestfriend!Lee Taeyong x Fem!Reader Genre/warnings: fluff (this is so delusional so be aware), a kiss scene, sugg (a short make out), best friends to lovers. W/c: 2k (1,919) words

In which. . . As a big rain cloud hovers over the town threatening to become a storm, Taeyong insists that you guys watch a movie since your activities were interrupted by the rain. But later on while you guys were watching a movie, he notices that you have fell asleep.

Playlist: Overtime by Chris Brown, Come Together by Chris Brown (ft. H.E.R), Back Of My Mind by H.E.R (ft. Ty Dolla $ign), Come Through by H.E.R (ft. Chris Brown), Nobody by Denise Julia, U by H.E.R, Just For You by Always Never (ft. NBDY).

Rose's Note: This was a quick writing so I can make this my first post on here! This was inspired by 'Baby' by @mejaemin. I know it might sound plain or weird because I stayed up for like a few nights trying to finish this. And remember, all of this is for entertainment purposes only and this does not go towards how they actually are in real life and made for their personas.

Rain drops begin to tap against the window clear window- which is now a little misty from the rain, creating soft calming sounds. You went towards the window to take a peak outside to see that the roads looked shiny from the rain.

"It has started to rain. Now we can't go to the park." Taeyong went by you to look along with frown.

"It's too late anyways."you took a glance at him as your fingers were still holding on tight to the blinds. "We can stop by tomorrow if it isn't raining."

He nodded at your answer then walked over towards your bed and laid flat on his back. You turned around to face him.

"What do you wanna do?" Taeyong questioned as he was looking at the ceiling.

"I'm not sure. Wanna watch a movie or something?" you said as you were trying to think of something for both of you guys to do since the rain had ruined your plans.

"Sure, I don't mind." Do you have something in mind?" he sat up straight then grabbed the remote.

"Hmm...maybe that one movie you rented a few days ago? Like I mean if the subscription hasn't been canceled yet." you said as you laid down on the bed as well.

"I still have it so we are able to play it." you nodded "I will get the snacks."

He got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket on his way out of your room.

When time flew by, you saw that Taeyong came back with his hands carrying a bowl and he closed the door with his leg. He placed the bowl that was filled with potato chips and snacks like strawberry rolls and coffee cakes.

"Ready for the movie?" he questioned with a little bit of a sarcastic tone.

"Yes, I'm ready!" you responded with the same energy as you laid down on your stomach then took the remote to start the movie.

-🌧-

After more than half of the movie, you started feeling sleepy as you were trying to fight the feeling of your eyes trying to close. So when you closed your eyes, you were already into dreamland.

"I didn't expect the movie to be really good. We could watch it again like later on-" Taeyong said as he was eating some of the chips then turned to face your direction- which he saw that you were asleep.

Taeyong crawled closer to see if you were either resting your eyes or actually asleep. He sat up and grabbed the remote from the side of the bed and pressed the options to save the progress then exited the movie and turned off the tv.

He moved the food that was resting on the side of your bed and got up to go over towards the kitchen to place it somewhere. When he came back, he started dusting any crumbs that were left on your bed and adjusted your sheets and covers to make you comfortable.

"Taeyong?" you spoke up. He turned to face you.

"Yes?" he finished cleaning your bed then went towards you.

"Can you stay here? Please." you said as you were rubbing your eyes.

"Yeah, I can. I can try and help you fall asleep." you nodded to his response,

Taeyong crawled over towards you and turned off the light from your lamp that was sitting on your nightstand. After that, he laid down on his side with his elbow rested on the bed to keep his body from falling down as he moved the covers over you.

He laid his arm out for you to lay on it as he caressed your forehead with his rough but tender touch that was already making you fall asleep. You rested eyes as you were falling into his warmth.

The both of you guys were just making conversation trying to make you tired but it doesn't last long enough. With the rain beginning to pick up strong, a storm had stroked in the distance making you awake.

"Don't worry, I'm right here." his hand didn't stop from what he was doing. You looked into his eyes while seeing that his lips had formed into a smile. But you had nodded trying to ignore the lightning.

He started to hum as it already feels like he was trying to hypnotize you. His half-lidded eyes were looking down at you as the tension started to build up.

"I love this. Like how you're doing this, caressing my forehead." you said in a lower tone.

"I bet you do." he mimicked your tone which made both of you guys giggle.

He leaned in closer as you felt pressure on your forehead. He planted a long but soft gentle kiss on your forehead. You looked at him shocked and he turned his head away as you could tell that his cheeks were turning pink even though the lamp was off.

After a few minutes of silence, you guys still haven't turned to face each other. That had surprised you since you didn't know Taeyong wanted to do that, kiss your forehead. It's not like you didn't wish for it either. It's just that he was always the type of person where you couldn't predict his actions.

You turned as you tried to face his direction- which he was facing the wall. "Taeyong, I think I will be going to bed soon." he turned his body towards you.

"Alright. Also before you go to bed," you turned your head as you were waiting for his next response. "i'm really sorry about what happened a few seconds ago...That was uncalled for and I didn't know what was going on inside my hea-"

"It wasn't a direct kiss and was just on the forehead, so you don't worry. It's alright." his eyes looked more guilty.

"But "friends" don't do things like that...So it isn't alright." he said as he was looking around trying not to look directly at you. Your lips parted for a moment trying to find the right words to say- which nothing had come out. "Plus I didn't ask for consent to do that."

He stopped for a moment to think about what else to say. "And the worst part is that...what if I wanted to do it again but somewhere else." he looked at you with a sincere, honest look.

"Like where?" you questioned but he left you with no response. Instead, he had scooted closer where you could feel each others breathing.

For a few seconds, it was only both of you guys staring at each other in your own world. His hand brushed against yours which made you glance down at it.

"Can I kiss you? And not on the forehead." he said in a lower tone. You nodded slowly to his answer. "Please actually be honest. I don't want to force it or make it weird for us even though it already is-"

You pressed your lips against his making you cut what he was trying to say. It had made him shocked since it was uncalled for. Eventually he had closed his eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and felt like heaven as his soft lips went in sync with yours. It was too gentle like as if he was scared to make a harmful move on you. Even his touch was careful yet so soft and tender.

After a few seconds you had moved away trying to catch your breath. He only gave you about a ten second break before he pulled you closer as he kissed you. It was more aggressive but at the same time, more passionate with more meaning to it. It was unimaginable. His hand traveled to your hip, pulling you closer against him making you wrap your arms around his neck.

You couldn't believe that you were kissing your best friend. You feel like what you guys are doing is wrong and scared if it would ruin your guys friendship in any way but your actions don't say otherwise.

Taeyong flipped you over so you would lay down on the mattress as he broke away from the kiss. His body was over you as he looked down at you with his chest rising up and down.

"Y/n, I really like you. Not just because we just kissed. But really, I really do. I have been liking you ever since when we were younger." Taeyong said in between breaths.

"Taeyong..." your voice has stopped you from saying anything. You didn't know how to feel or how to respond.

"But if you feel uncomfortable, we can act like this didn't happen and we can continue to just be friends or I can give you space."

"Then why did I kiss you first?" you questioned him. It had made him speechless. "Taeyong, I really like you too. And not just because we had kissed. It's the same reason as you. Ever since when we were younger, I have always liked you too."

Taeyong's cherry tinted lips had formed into a smile. His hand brushed against yours again but along with it, he locked his fingers with yours as he continued to look at you. You couldn't fight back the smile that kept growing bigger and bigger with your cheeks heating up.

"Didn't say you were going to bed?" he said teasingly.

"Yeah- which I am." you said as you were trying to push the covers over yourself. He just chuckled as he laid down beside you.

You turned your body towards him and fixed your blanket. You saw that he was fixing the covers over himself as well.

"Taeyong." he replied with a "hmm" "What are we?"

"Anything you want." he said as he looked up at you. "But please don't let us be hookups."

"Of course I won't ever do that. But, what if I wanted to be more than just friends?" your response made Taeyong turn his full attention to you.

"That..." his voice sounded low before speaking up. "That'd be amazing. But I should have asked the question first."

"Then you can still do it. I didn't officially say the words" you chuckled.

"Then Y/n," he said as he held your hand. "would you go out with me?"

"Yes. I would love to go out with you." you said so quickly without even stuttering. You had wrapped your arms around him as he wrapped his arms around you as well. You rested your head on his chest hearing his heartbeat that brought that comforted you.

He ran his fingers through your hair- brushing it back then he cupped his hands on your cheeks then from kissing your forehead to your cheek to the corner of your lips. And then he gave you peck on the lips.

"Thank you for letting me get a chance to ask you out." his thumb brushed against your cheek.

"Of course. You didn't have to thank me" you said as you looked deeply into his round eyes as if you could see the whole galaxy in them. He smiled from how you were looking at him. He leaned in again as he kissed your cheek.

"Good night, love." he said as he kissed your other cheek. The sudden pet-name made your face heating up.

"Can you help me fall asleep? It's your fault that i'm still awake" you asked.

"Fine, you can blame me. I will help you." he begin to caress your forehead slowly.

[fire-gift]

Jacob Anderson, star of Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire, gives us an exclusive sneak peek at Season 2 with this clip as part of IGN Fan Fest 2024. Anne Rice's Interview with the Vampire premieres on May 12, 2024 on AMC and AMC+. (C)

[wonderful-writers-au]

Or Nah (18+ minors dni!)

Dom!Ethan Landry x Sub!F!Reader

W/C - 1 K

Warnings - Alcohol and Drug usage, smut, p in v, choking kink, oral (m!receiving), bimbo!Reader, unsafe sex, pull out method, breeding kink

Or Nah by Ty Dolla $ign (feat. The Weeknd, Wiz Khalifa and Dj Mustard)

!!!! IS NOT A REAL STORY, DO NOT USE OR HAVE COCAINE UNLESS IT IS LEGAL TO DO SO WHERE YOU LIVE !!!!

Summary - You went to the club with your friend to unwind of the week, then you meet Ethan, the nerdy guy who sits in the back of your econ class, but he doesn't seem so nerdy when Alcohol is in his system....

➶✺。Are we fucking when we leave the club or nah?

➶✺。Can you lick the tip then throat the dick, or nah? 

You were what most people would call a bimbo, a hot one, you loved going to clubs and finding any boy to go home with that night. But this night, you kind of just wanted to wind down, have a couple drinks, that was until you saw Ethan. "Ok, so your besties with Anika's sister?" Ethan asks you, taking a long sip of his drink afterwards. You nod and then sit down at his booth which he invited you too.

"Yep! I practically lived with them in highschool!" You exclaim, he then takes in all your features, just long enough for you to notice. "Why are you so different now? Like at the club, you usually are like so awkward in class." "The alcohol, it like gives me a confidence boost, I don't know." He smirks. "I also just happen to be a big ass flirt sometimes." He shrugs and you let out a loud laugh.

"I can't believe it." "Well, I've managed to get you here, haven't I?" You look at him in shock, he has, he flirted with you as soon as he saw you take a seat at the bar next to him. "So are you like into me or something?" "You sweet, dumb thing, of course I am." Ethan smirks, he then moves closer to you, his face somewhat inches away from yours.

"Guysss!" Tara hisses, making you and Ethan pull apart almost instantly. "I got coke!" She slurs. "Please don't yell that babe." Chad smiles at her. Chad and Tara sit down at the booth and smirk at you both. "You guys in?" Tara asks you.

"Fuck it! Why the hell not?" You smirk at them. Tara wraps her arms around you and smiles. "I love you, Y/n. have I ever told you that. Everyone is such a fucking downer sometimes." Tara slurs at you. "Ethan, are you in?" Chad asks Ethan. "No thanks, I'd rather not get arrested." He shrugs and you frown at him. "What?!" He says as he notices your frown, putting his hands up defenselessly as Tara joins your pouting look.

"Ok, why the fuck not?" He gives up as Tara starts doing the lines of the powder out of the bag. She rolls up a 1 dollar note and then puts it almost in her nose and sucks it up nicely. "Your turn!" She smiles at you, and you take the dollar from her. You do like two lines with everyone else before you leave to get another drink. You go back to see Ethan now by himself. "Eth." You slur at him. "Do you feel fucking amazing? Cause I feel fucking amazing."

You put yourself on his lap and he blushes slightly. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at him. "I do feel pretty good." He smiles at you. "Do you want to go back to my place?" You ask him, he looks at you shocked. "To do what?" "To do this."

You press your lips against his and it feels like an instant euphoria. He tastes like strawberry and vodka, the combination of what he has been drinking all night, you loved the taste of him and as he pulled you onto his lap properly so your straddling him, your lips were back onto his. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your waist.

His lips go down to your neck and then he picks you up like you weight as much as a feather and takes you to one of the club bathrooms and locks the door. "I don't think I can wait till we get to your house, Y/N."

"That's fine." You breathe out, pressing your lips quickly against his, he places you on the sink and goes in between your legs. His lips go to your neck and you're instantly trying to get his jacket off. You then press your lips back on his and then push him lightly off you to get on your knees. The whole situation feels rushed, but you love feeling the excitement shoot through your veins as you slowly undo his belt.

You pull out the belt and then place it on the floor as you slowly unbutton his pants, as you pull them down, his cock his strained against his boxers, already hard. "Hard for me already Baby?" You ask him, your words in a slur. He sucks in a breath as you come up to give him a kiss as you palm him through his boxers.

You then go back onto your knees and pull down his boxers, his cock springs out and is larger than you thought it would be. You kiss the tip and then he lets out a little groan. You then take him in your mouth and then he lets out a louder groan. He then takes a handful of your hair in his hand and supports your movements lightly forcing a bit of pressure on your head.

"Shit, Y/N." Ethan groans. "Your mouth is taking me so well baby..." You feel his cock twitch in your mouth and that's when you know he's close, so you quicken your movements and his grip on your hair tightens.

"Are you fine if I cum in your mouth?" He asks and you nod. It almost felt overwhelming when you felt his cock twitch almost uncontrollably and a salty taste fills your senses. You slowly glide your lips and mouth off his cock, he groans.

You spit it out into the sink, the taste slowly lingering but dissipating in your mouth. He grabs your thighs. “That was hot baby.” Ethan purrs. “You’d look so fucking sexy with pregnant my child.” He pulls your body closer to his. The space between him and you slowly shrinking in size. He pulls you up onto the sink with him. He kisses your neck. His touch and kisses makes a sense of butterflies flow through your stomach.

“Eth…we should stop…someone could walk in…” You say, your voice meek and quiet. He scoffs out a hearty laugh. “But do you want too?” He asks, his voice deep. You nod. “Then what’s the issue?”

“There…isn’t one then..” you say, you look at the door. He grabs your chin, he can read your expression instantly. “No need to be worried about people coming in. We’ll be quick.” He purrs into your ear. He slowly pulls your body onto his so you’re straddling him. As he does this, he pulls up your dress so it’s resting at your hips.

He slowly pulls your underwear to the side. He hums in appreciation. He positions you so your hovering over his hard cock. He lowers you so he slowly enters you. You gasp and he groans.

Someone knocks on the door. “Who’s there?” You ask. You hear a slur of a voice behind that door. “I need to pee.” Tara slurs. “Who ever is in there. Get out pleaseeee.”

you slowly crawl off his lap. You pull your dress and panties to the side. “Fuck you Tara.” Ethan grumbles.

[lu-dao-writes]

— 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 (𝙈𝙝𝙞𝙣)

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨 When being a brat gets you what you want and more~.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) AFAB!Mhin, bratty behavior, sub!Mhin, Dom!Reader, oral sex, fingering, squirting, dacryphilia, glove kink(?), hair pulling, ambiguous relationship. MINORS DNI

𝘼/𝙉 Deadass, this randomly hit me while I was watching someone play the demo and I was looking around for fanfiction 🤣👍🏼. I wanted to hurry and get it done before I suddenly lose interest, so I typed this up instead of letting myself go to sleep.

The only sounds that fill the room is the sounds of occasional sucking, your groans, the wet sounds of your gloved fingers thrusting in and out of a drenched cunt, and Mhin’s sinful little moans and whines they so badly try to keep quiet and to a minimum.

But it’s pointless.

You have them so incredibly wet and wound up like a coil ready to explode.

Mhin’s been so bratty as of lately and frankly it’s started to get on your nerves, until you realized it’s all because they’ve been feeling a little neglected.

So you’ve made it up to them by giving their pretty pussy some well needed attention, never letting up after each orgasm you’ve let them have.

Hell, you’re so generous that you’re letting them tug at your hair!

You pull your mouth away from their clit, a string of arousal and saliva clinging from the bright pink pearl and your lips.

You then give the hunter a wolfish little grin as your fingers continue to stimulate them lazily, their arousal further coating the silken gloves that protect them from you.

Mhin chokes and pants rapidly, their slim fingers tightening in your hair and their hole clenching greedily around nothing.

“Did you really have to throw a tantrum to get my attention? You’re almost as bad as Vere~,” you tease, laughing when Mhin yanks your hair harshly.

“D-Don’t fucking bring that bastard up!” they snap, glaring down weakly at you with tears clinging to their lashes. “Why the f-fuck are you even thinking about him right now!?”

“Temper, temper,” you coo, using your other hand to sharply smack their cunt as some punishment.

They sob out a moan and their body trembles harshly, making you grin wider.

“Be thankful I’m pampering you now,” you remind, pressing a kiss to their clit as an apology before slipping three fingers back in, relishing in the relieved moan Mhin makes.

You continue to kiss their clit, roughly fingering them and not letting them close their legs, and keeping them pinned down to the bed.

“I-I’m…! F-Fuck..! C-Cum..! I’m gonna cum..!”

“Go on, Sweetheart, I haven’t stopped you yet~,” you coo, adjusting your posture so that your sitting up slightly.

You rub tight circles on their clit and continue massaging their g-spot until Mhin finally cries out, your black gloves getting creamed on before becoming downright drenched suddenly.

The moment it happens you become even more excited, rapidly abusing their poor clit some more and making more fluid squirt out of them, getting the clear fluid all over on you, Mhin’s lower half, and the bed.

It starts out as small little streams before growing a bit stronger the harder you work your fingers. You become so determined to make them squirt more that soon your teasing it out of them with ease, Mhin squirting and drenching your face all the while as they’re sobbing loudly at this point from the overstimulation.

The taste is heavenly in your mouth, better than any drink you’ve had at any bar.

“C-Can’t..! Please, no more..!”

You hum and gently ease your fingers out of them, kissing their glistening folds, their public bone, stomach, and all the way up to their lips, cooing at their tear stained face.

Mhin fusses a little, feeling how drenched your face is, and when they’re able to actually focus on you, they blush brighter. No doubt they’ve now felt how wet the bed is.

“Did I..?”

“Mhm~. That was so hot,” you purr.

“S-Shut up,” they mutter, covering their face and ignoring your gentle laughter.

[necroixe]

Js realized I never posted this guy but I have ocs other than Nico I swear lmaoo

This is Noah, formerly known as Micah Vance before he got fucked over by slender man as they all do and ws hit with a healthy dose of cloud strife style retrograde amnesia + identity theft.

Full character file and details under the cut! Be warned– it’s LONG:

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‘ ‘ did you say something, what’d you say?... ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ was that your voice, or was that me? ‘ ‘

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N A M E

Noah Rivers

A L I A S

The ghost

A G E

22

G E N D E R

Male, he/him

S E X

Male

Noah is a human operator proxy.

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"I've never been fucking scared of you," He snapped, and Noah grabbed his jaw.

"I've always hated that."

"What?"

"How often you lie through your fucking teeth."

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A P P E A R A N C E

The most notable thing about Noah is his mask. It's drawn over crudely with charcoal, smudged all over, black around the eyes, the nose, the mouth. But the features are visible. The nose is sharp and angular, and the lips are drawn in a thin line. He wears it so often it's more like his face than his actual face. The only time he takes it off is when he's asleep, and sometimes not even then. His actual face, the one under the mask, has a scar that drags from above his right eyebrow down across his nose to his left jawline. His face is slim, angular, edges hazy against a monochromatic color scheme. The structure of his face is proportionate but it’s usually frowning, brows furrowed, mouth cut into a scowl. His features look like they were cut from alabaster or marble. Would’ve been pretty, maybe, in another universe. His eyes should've been black, but one of them is blinded, grayed over, and the other seems perpetually suited for low light. They are upturned, half lidded at a default and followed by bags, lines, and dark circles. They look bruised or dusky in color. He's bad with bright lights. He has black hair, cut choppy and messy, like he did it himself. His skin is so pale it's almost a sort of gray, the kind that suggests he doesn't see sun often. Lips chapped and dry, always cracked and bleeding, same with his hands, long black nails he likes painting for a reason he can't fully explain. They make his already slender fingers appear longer than they are. Almost clawlike. Noah is thin. He's tall, taller than he remembers, standing at 5’11”. He's built like an alley cat, all sinew and muscle, sharp shoulders, sharp bones. Scars all over his body. Some are new, from fights, other's he's had before he can remember in odd, purposeful places.

V O I C E

Baritone

Rough, and unused. When speaking his voice is barely above a whisper. He’s one of those people with a voice so low you have to lean in to listen. There’s an edge to his tone, a slight southern drawl. Sometimes the things he says sound more like they’re coming from a machine than a person. His voice is muffled when it’s under the mask, he compensates by being slightly louder.

S C E N T

His scent isn’t something that’s easy to pinpoint. It’s almost sterile, but not hospital sterile. He kind of smells like the woods.

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‘ ‘ how many times did i tell you

before it finally got through? ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

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C O M B A T

Noah has heightened strength and speed, but he’s still human. A human that ignores the capabilities of his own body, but human nonetheless. He’s a skilled fighter, can hold his own against nearly anyone when weapons aren’t involved. He doesn’t like knives. Helpless with them, helpless against them. Noah is a firearms sort of guy. Always has a gun on him, either a pistol, or when he’s hunting he has a rifle. He’s interesting during fights. A textbook masochist. Pain doesn’t elicit the same reaction from him as it would for most other people. At best, he’ll ignore it, at worst, he’s drunk on it.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Noah doesn’t remember much about his life before meeting the operator, if anything. There are glimpses of a history that doesn’t feel like his in the back of his mind, or when he’s half asleep, or when his brain turns off and he isn’t really thinking. Those are his favorite moments. Where he can pretend he isn’t himself. He’s a murderer. He’s quiet, and secretive, and temperamental. What might’ve at one point been a charming persona, dulled and narrowed itself down to a chassis unrecognizable to people who knew him when he was younger. He’s quick to anger. Restless when things are calm, and when he feels alright. He’s never actively antagonistic, but he doesn’t like other people, and his skin itches for instability. He can never hold down a relationship. Of any kind, platonic, romantic. Always ends up ruining it somehow. And he likes it that way. He doesn’t even know why he’s so angry, he just is. His internal world is indecipherable, even to him. He’s constantly mixing things up, getting things wrong, getting distracted, forgetting things. Which is strange, because in the abstract he’s intelligent. There are moments where it seems like he’s lucid, and he’s calm, easy going, likable, even. He has a dry sense of humor that on boys like him feel more charismatic than it actually is. But the neuroticism always comes back eventually. He isn’t Noah without the neuroticism. Maybe he isn’t Noah at all.

B A C K S T O R Y

He isn't. He grew up as a boy named Micah. A different person, honestly. Relatively normal, all things considered. Had parents, friends, a boyfriend, people that cared about him. A trajectory that should’ve been normal. He would’ve graduated highschool, gone to college, him and his boyfriend would break up and he’d marry a girl, or they wouldn’t and they’d end up together only to divorce later, or something. He thought domestic bliss was a stupid concept. Would give anything for it now.

The operator in his hometown was a story you told to kids. They called him the thin man. Micah and his friends would play in the woods on the outskirts of Haven, hunt for bird eggs, mark fake trails, the woods were sparse enough to not really worry about getting lost or losing each other, you could walk in any direction and reach a clearing in half an hour, or so, until you reached the deepwood, but no one went in there. Not even him. Haven was famous for having people go into that part of the woods and never come out. They said it’s because it was so disorienting, that you could walk in without even realizing it, and before you know it all the branches look the same and you can’t see a path. But when he was nineteen he went in. And he met the reason why no one ever really left those woods.

The concept of a proxy was weird to him. Someone that worked for an invisible force of nature you couldn’t see, but you could feel, and Micah felt him in the form of thick static at the back of his neck. Then again, he was drugged the entire time. It might’ve been that. The man who’d kidnapped him was named Noah. He was older, had a limp, a face he covered up by some sort of mask. Micah couldn’t remember. But he remembered his hands. They were unstable, shook constantly, leathery skin, or maybe gloves. Felt like fire. He remembered the way they’d palpitate when he took a blade, dragged it down his face, or somewhere else on his body. And this man, Micah would think to himself in a sedated haze, would use those hands to kill him. There was no universe where he got out of here in one piece.

The brain does fascinating things under extreme trauma. Noah would’ve made a brilliant psychiatrist in the 50s, because he’d triggered an artificial disassociation in Micah that helped him survive the ordeal at all. Mind over matter, he’d think, over, and over, and over, mind over matter. If he liked how much it hurt it wouldn’t be so bad. He’d make himself like it. If he missed home, his boyfriend’s stupid face so much he wanted to die, he’d tell himself he didn’t miss any of it at all. Where was he now? They’d gotten into a fight the last time he remembered, he wasn’t looking for him, wouldn’t save him, it was a waste of energy he didn’t have the luxury to sacrifice. The sedative helped. He didn’t know what it was. Some sort of depressant. His mind reeled, ran, sludged, brain into liquid. He wondered if Noah did this to everyone. Whatever that static was, it never shut up. A constant, ear grating buzz. Red noise. He’d get sick, Noah would laugh at him. He hated Noah. Hated Noah’s voice, his shaking hands, the smug sort of way he’d talk to him like he’d already won, like he’d already killed him. And he really should’ve. Noah was arrogant. Didn’t think he needed a gun for him, even though he had dozens lining the wall of his basement, an arsenal. And he didn’t. It wouldn’t have been difficult to kill someone locked to a chair and half awake. He was just an idiot. Let Micah slip out, let him kill him. His death was anticlimactic. A face pumped full of lead, features torn asunder. But the static was too loud all of a sudden, and he was nauseous, and his vision dimmed.

The amnesia paired itself with some delusion disorder, courtesy of the operator, he’d realize. He didn’t recognize his face, or his body, a perpetual state of psychosis, of dysphoria. Noah was the strongest thing in his mind. The last thing he really remembered. Maybe that’s why he latched onto the name. The memory of him. Or a voice he didn’t recognize told him it was him, that it was the only thing he made sense. This was Noah’s cabin, he recognized it, recognized the rooms, the temperature, the basement, the bloody, empty spot on the floor where something should’ve been. And then Noah’s cabin turned into his cabin. Noah’s mind turned into his mind. Some things scared him. He didn’t understand why his hands didn’t shake anymore, why he couldn’t stand to see his own face. But he clings to anything familiar. The thin man is familiar. He does what it tells him to.

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“you had no right to kill him.”

A voice said, from nowhere and everywhere all at once, register so alien and low it made his heart flatten to the pit of his stomach.

“a life for a life. your kind values equivocal exchange, no?”

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[gingergofastboatsmojito]

The Bear S3 reviews

But before: Didn't I tell Disney and Storer to keep the SydcARMY happy? → Numbers

Read till the end bc the most important ones are at the bottom. And don't even bother looking for IMDB's review bc they didn't even bother posting one yet, which is WILD.

The Guardian

NPR

Indiewire

Rolling Stones

Screenrant

Esquire

Empire

Time

Collider

Eater

Chicago Tribune

Los Angeles Times

NYT

The Wrap

THR

IGN

[stevebattle]

C-Bot (シーボット), Sega Toys, Tokyo, Japan (2001). C-Bot is a member of Sega's Family Robo series. You can connect C-Bot to your mobile phone and it acts as a friendly robot assistant helping you out with calls and messages. "C is for communication (company, chat, contact). This robot displays feelings via his face and neck. He can also display characters and communicate through words. You can communicate with him through your cell phone." – Sega's New "Bots" Revealed, IGN.

The second image of the C-Bot is a pre-production prototype.

[strangerhottotties]

Grease and Grunge update

Hello, to all my lovely readers. I have once again found the mental fortitude to write! I want to thank everyone for your continued support of this work. It has not fallen out of my thoughts. I had to go on hiatus for a multitude of reasons.

Initially, it was because I got pregnant and when I tell you it was a god-awful pregnancy… it was. I was labeled high risk from the get-go due to a what I will describe as a shitshow of health issues doctors can't seem to agree on. Partially a brain tumor (benign, I guess?), partially a hormone disorder they can't seem to figure the cause of that made it nearly impossible to keep anything down. On top of that I had no energy whatsoever and the job I was holding at the time was… a dumpster fire. I ended up on bed rest due to blood pressure issues and the fact that every time I stood up I would start early labor. I was convinced I'd start writing again but pregnancy brain is real and apparently takes two years to recover from.

The birth itself was a nightmare (I had a unmedicated, vaginal delivery on the operating table for an emergency c-section and tore three directions). But everyone was safe and happy, (I have some choice words about the post-partum unit though.)

All that being said, I've been working on some personal projects in the meantime to regain the debilitating brain rot that pregnancy gave me so I can give Grease and Grunge it's justice. (Also John Price has me in a chokehold rn…)

Seriously, thank you to all the lovely people who have continued to comment and reread and interact with this story on AO3 specifically. You have singlehandedly kept my love for this going and are my inspiration to finish this. I plan on rereading my work and picking up where I left off. I don't know why the end of Chapter 3 cut off on AO3 but I've got some editing and linking to do on both platforms (tumblr being the other). Thank you, thank you, thank you to all and in light of me digging my heels in to do this I'd like to lay my playlist for Grease and Grunge at your feet. Feel free to listen along!

Who Do You Want - Ex Habit Love On The Brain - Rihanna Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen I'll Be Good - Jaymes Young Habits of My Heart - Jaymes Young Cloud 9 - Beach Bunny (anyone else think this sounds like Robin?) Streets - Doja Cat Baby Came Home 2/Valentines - The Neighborhood Heat Waves - Glass Animals Dark Red - Steve Lacy I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys I Touch Myself - Lauren Ruth Ward Heaven - Julia Micheals Make You Feel - Alina Baraz, Galimatias Often - The Weeknd Crazy In Love - Remix - Beyonce Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood Or Nah - Ty Dolla $ign Like U - Rosenfeld Calling My Phone - Lil Tjay, 6lack Call Out My Name - The Weeknd Bad Intentions - Niykee Heaton Scatterbrain - Emei idfc - blackbear Pacify Her - Melanie Martinez Pretty When U Cry - ieuan Mr. Watson - Cruel Youth Training Wheels - Melanie Martinez