#° c: ignes

[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!

[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’.”

[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)

[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.

[rip-us-xoxo]

Rafe Cameron NSFW Alphabet

Here's my NSFW alphabet for Rafe Cameron! Make sure to give me your ideas and requests! I hope you like this!

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Rip-us-xoxo's 100 Followers Alphabet Celebration!

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A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

The moment Rafe is done with you, he'll find your clothes that are scattered all over the floor. He always searches for his boxer briefs first, letting you collect your thoughts in peace. When he finds your underwear and shirt, he hands them to you, flashing you his signature smirk. He'll then leave the room to get water for the two of you. No words are really spoken, his smile says it all. Then, depending on the day, he'll either sit next to you while you two rehydrate, or he'll have you stand on the balcony with him and talk while drinking your water.

B - Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

I feel like Rafe is a waist type of guy. For example, he loves grabbing onto your waist when he pulls you in for a kiss. Or, when you two are at a party, he'll stand there with his arm around your waist. He used to wrap his arms around girls' shoulders at parties, but that was when he was high or drunk out of his mind. Putting his arm around your waist truly shows that you're his.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I feel like he always ends up cumming on your stomach. I mean, he would obviously love to cum inside of you because what guy doesn't want to cum inside you? But, if you two aren't ready for kids yet, he's not taking any chances. Cumming on your stomach is the easiest for the position you guys are in.

D - Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory). a dirty secret of theirs)

Rafe loves finger fucking you with the family ring on and not washing it off. You love it when he finger fucks you with his ring on, but what you don't know is that you are always on that said ring. He doesn't do anything weird with it afterward, but it's his own way of always having you with him. Also, when he shakes people's hands, he just chuckles to himself, remembering your most recent night together.

E - Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Rafe is experienced enough. But, since he's always in his head, he's always thinking of things he wants to do to you, which makes the sex all the more better and exciting.

F - Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you lay on the bed with your hips over the edge while he stands at the foot of the bed and fucks you. He loves to hold your waist too. He grips your sides while the thrusts into you, giving him more control, which he loves.

G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

At first, he'll be serious but smiley with you. At first, he couldn't look you in the eyes without chuckling. But as you two get closer and closer in your relationship, he'll become more serious, always asking you who's in charge to make sure he'll always have control over something.

H - Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Rafe keeps himself very well-groomed. He doesn't want anyone to mistake him for a pogue.

I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's very romantic in front of people and behind the bedroom door. He loves being close to you at all times. He'll hold you by your waste and grab your hand, kissing your knuckles. But, in the bedroom, he loves kissing from your stomach to your lips. There are times though when he won't be as romantic with you and he'll talk about himself a lot, which can kill the mood at times.

J - Jack off (masturbatiom headcanon)

I don't think Rafe is too into masturbating when he has the real thing next to him at all times. But, I can see Rafe masturbating in the shower to the thought of you.

Maybe you two got into an argument and you can't even look at him because you're so mad. But, you just so happened to wear a little sun dress that turned him on so much to the point that he couldn't ignore the bulge in his pants. So, he angrily tells you he's taking a shower and proceeds to mumble your name while imagining fucking you in your little sun dress on the beach.

K - Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I don't think Rafe really has any kinks until later in the relationship. At first, he just loves being in control. Then, it turns into a dom and sub kink, not a daddy kink, but the thought of you submitting to him always puts a smile on his face. But, I feel like later on, as you two talk about having a family, he develops a breeding kink. The thought of him having his own family to flaunt around and spoil is something he can't get out of his mind until he finally gets you pregnant.

L - Location (favorite places to do the do)

Rafe loves fucking you in the master bedroom with the curtains to the balcony open. It reminds him of everything that is his. Even though he has the curtains open, it's still private because it's his property and he can do what he wants, or who he wants, on it.

M - Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Any time you want to make him horny after he has a meeting, you just make yourself look pretty and wait for him. The moment he walks in the door, you treat him really well, like fixing him a drink and making him dinner. This usually elicits the reaction of, "What did I do to deserve this, hm?". Then, when you say, "It just must be so hard being the man of the family and you always take such good care of me, I just wanted to return the favor," you have him instantly. His pants will tighten right away and you two are in the bedroom before he even finishes his meal.

N - No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

Being a sub. The thought of him fully submitting to you weirds him out. He needs to be in control at all times. He might let you be on top at times, but he's always in control.

O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves getting head on the balcony (he can do what he wants on his property, remember?). But he loves giving head even more. He's good at it too. He loves taking care of you; making sure you're comfortable and then giving you a night of pleasure.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)

I feel like he keeps a slower pace but rams into you with every thrust.

Q - Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Rafe likes having quickies at parties sometimes because the applause he gets from his friends always boosts his ego. But, he prefers to have sex formally on his bed

R - Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He likes taking risks. He's always thinking of new things to do with you. Sometimes he'll give into things that you think of, but only if it's something that lets him be in control.

S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

In my head, Rafe can go for awhile, like 3-4 rounds? He would start off the night slow but then get faster and rougher as the night goes on.

T - Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like Rafe doesn't really like toys since it's not him giving you the pleasure but I feel like he'd buy you one when he finds out he has to go away for a business trip.

U - Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease you, he always has his signature smirk on while you're whining.

V - Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He pants, he doesn't moan, he just pants.

W - Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

This is very specific, but I feel like Rafe is the type to look up when he fucks. He'll look you in the eyes, but as he gets more and more tired, he'll look up while slightly sticking his tongue out, focusing on keeping it together for your pleasure.

X - X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Rafe gives me 5-inch thick dick vibes.

Perfect, in other words.

Y - Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I feel like he has a super high sex drive like I said 3-4 rounds. But like long rounds.

Z - Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Rafe doesn't fall asleep easily. He'll sit up against the headboard while you lay in his lap, thinking about everything going on. He'll stare at the ceiling while caressing your hair. Every once in a while, he'll look at you and smile, remembering that no matter what he did wrong, he did one thing right in his life.

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Your name is CRAIG TUCKER. Today is your 13TH BIRTHDAY. A horde of GUINEA PIG TOYS are scattered around your room. You have a variety of INTERESTS. You have a passion for YOUR GUINEA PIG STRIPE. You like to research Astronomy but can't find VERY GOOD SOURCES. You have a love for RED RACER and SPACE TREK, and are an aspiring ASTRONAUT. You also like to play GAMES sometimes.

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Jean Hanelle of Cambrai (c.1380 - c.1436)

_ O Adonai (plainchant)

_ O Adonai domus Israel / Pictor eterne syderum

[I-Tn MS J.II.9 Biblioteca Nazionale Universitaria, Torino, Italy]

_ O Adonay, et Dux domus Israel, / qui Moysi in igne flammae rubi apparuisti, / et ei in Sina legem dedisti: / veni ad redimendum nos in brachio extento.

_ O Adonay, domus Israel, / O dux, vere deus, Emanuel, / O tu creator cui Michael, / Assunt eque pius et Raphael, / In Syna fulvum qui transformasti / Candentem rubum, quem ostendisti / Esse te verum, atque dedisti / Moysi legem quem docuisti, / Brachium potens, fortis, ostende / Redime, fervens, firmus, intende / Ut liberemur igne gehenne, / Ne teneamur inde perenne. / O future libris propheticis, / Expectate dictis veridicis, Affirmate signis mirificis, / Tu sperate bonis almificis, / Iam tandem veni, manus extendens / Ad redimendum nos miserascens, / Aridam sitim undis extinguens, / Eleos guttis rite perungens.

Pictor eterne syderum, / Via, salus et veritas, / Qui prebes iter prosperum / His qui que vera trinitas / Rite fatentur, lilium, / Viola, rosa, probitas, / Ros, fides, spes, subsidium, / Cedrus, ignis et caritas, / Veni, succurre propere / In brachii potentia, / Fias redemtor libere / In promissi iusticia: / Nos liberabis onere / Quo gravamur astucia / Hostis antiqui colere; / Intendemus leticia. / O Israel Adonay / Te clamamus humiliter: / Veni de monte Sinay, / Leva luctantes iugiter.

Jean Hanelle – Cypriot Vespers. Maronite and Byzantine Chants, Motets and Plainchant

Graindelavoix. Björn Schmelzer

(Glossa – GCD P32112)