#....actually I think the left side of the bottom image is new

[swan2swan]

Some character studies from the latest production video of Chaos Theory.

Don't think there's anything new here that hasn't been online, but...

[mrsbarnesblog]

loyalty

masterlist

summary: Rafe comes back home to you after his meeting with Hollis

word count: 2k.

warnings: smut, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, jealousy, reader is slightly insecure

You turned the TV in the living room off as soon as you heard the front door getting closed and the familiar ring of Rafe’s keys being thrown on the table. Patting slowly into the corridor, you bit your lip at the sight of him standing in the hallway, looking sexy as hell in that new sweater of his, and focused on something on his phone. 

“Hey, baby. How did it go?” You stepped closer, dragging Rafe’s attention to you as a soft smile stretched across his face. 

“Thought you were already sleeping.” He put his phone in the back pocket of his pants, now completely focused on you, and pulled you in his arms as soon as you approached him. Rafe hummed in your hair before picking you up from the floor and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Missed you so much, sweetheart.” 

You giggled at his words, your own hands connecting around Rafe’s neck, feeling every single muscle moving under your fingers. “You saw me like two hours ago.” You mumbled, scratching his neck with your nails, relieving the tension you knew was always present in his body. He silently walked back into the living room, one hand firmly holding you under your thighs, and fell onto the couch's soft cushions. 

You were settled on his lap, your worn-out gray t-shirt lifted up, almost not leaving anything for the imagination. He kissed you roughly and unexpectedly, taking a breath away from your lungs. You moaned into Rafe's mouth, gripping the back of his buzzed head to try to keep up with his pace, but he seemed far too eager for you. 

He finally slightly moved away from you, resting against the back of the couch and looking at you with a lazy smile, while his tongue slowly swiped across his bottom lip, tasting you. Your eyes followed the motion and you shifted on his lap at the sudden pressure in between your legs.  

“Couldn’t wait to get home back to you, baby.” You held back your smile but leaned your head to the side, studying his face. You knew Rafe and knew when there was something on his mind. 

“Did something happen?” You lean closer to his face, resting your hands on the cushions behind him. 

“Didn’t sign that yet... I dunno, something seems off, y’know?” He mumbled and rubbed your legs up and down, as he did whenever he was thinking about something. “And she was hitting on me, like tryna hold my hand and shit.” He didn’t break eye contact with you even when your smile slowly faded and you instantly felt a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. A quiet oh left your lips, as your mind filled with the images of them together, alone on the boat, just a perfect opportunity for someone like Rafe to charm the woman to get more money. “No, no, you’re not moving. You don’t think that I did it, do you?” He tightened his grip on you when you attempted to leave his lap.

“I mean…” You casually shrugged your shoulders, which made Rafe actually laugh in disbelief. 

“You mean?” His hand took a hold of your face to make you look him in the eyes. “I may be many things but a cheater is not one of them, baby. Shit, actually, her doing all of this made me realize that I can’t even think about anyone but you.” Rafe looked at you, one hand dragging your body up his thighs until you were sitting chest-to-chest. 

“I know that you wouldn’t cheat but...”

“There’s no ‘but’. I told her that I wanted to sign that agreement for both me and you. I’m not interested in anything else. Just you.” You felt like you were melting under his intense stare, because you knew when Rafe said something, he meant it. “You, um… I want it all together, just us, y’know?”

Your heart was beating way too hard to be considered normal. You never expected to hear it from Rafe, always in the back of your mind facing a thought about not being enough, about him leaving you for a better opportunity. No matter how hard you tried to muffle that voice in your head, it always seemed to find a way to you. Yet Rafe had it right in front of him but didn’t do it. 

This time you were the one who kissed him. Fisting the collar of Rafe’s sweater, you pulled him closer to you, even if it was not possible, grinding your hips into his and moaning at the feeling of his hands sneaking under your shirt. 

“Tell me that you’re in it with me, baby. I need to hear it.” He mumbled into your mouth, tracing your stomach and then pinching your nipples in between his fingers. He buckled his hips up into your covered pussy, making you push your lower body back against his to relieve the pressure. 

“I’m with you, Rafe, I promise.” 

Your hands reached between you two, quickly unbuckling Rafe’s belt and barely even pushing his pants and boxers down. You both were too desperate to feel each other, not even bothering to take the clothes off or move to his bedroom. Rafe lifted your hips with one hand, pushing your panties to the side with the other one, while you stroked his throbbing cock. You guided him to your soaked entrance, letting him easily slip inside with the way how wet you were for him. 

“Shi-i-it, baby.” He hissed near your ear, pulling you lower onto him, until you took his whole length. Your nails dug into Rafe’s sweater, and your brows furrowed in pleasure at the delicious stretch that he gave you. “Takin’ me in so well, huh?” His voice was low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine as he held you steady against him. You could feel his breath hot against your ear, and the way he filled you made your head spin, every inch of him pressing deeper.

“Please, I need you.” Whining and pushing your knees against the couch, you barely moved yourself up from Rafe’s length when he pushed you back down, instead taking control of you.  

“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he rocked you slowly, the friction making you moan softly into his neck. “You feel that? Just made for me, baby.” His tone was a mix of praise and hunger, and each word sent heat coursing through your body. “Don’t need anyone else but you.”

You nodded, pulling your face back and resting your forehead against his. The air between you was thick, your mouths hovering close to each other, moaning and groaning with each thrust of Rafe’s hips into yours. His gaze was locked on you, dark blues possessive and filled with lust, which almost made you spiral. 

“You know you’re the only one, right?” Rafe’s voice was a husky whisper, eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “Forget about her. I don’t see anyone but you.” He tilted his head slightly, brushing his lips against yours, teasing, his hands gripping your hips firmly, as if to prove his point. “She doesn’t matter. You’re all I want.”

You kissed him, the jealousy washing away with every word and touch that Rafe gave you. You held his jaw with one hand, sneaking under the sweater with another to slide your nails down his chest. It felt like kissing you made him even more feral, even more greedy, as his grip tightened on your hips, and he fucked into you harder and harder. 

It was impossible to concentrate on anything besides the way his dick was filling you, making your head buzz with white noise from the pleasure. Your eyes started to water, feeling approaching orgasm. Your body almost tried to move away from Rafe’s brutal strokes, but he grabbed your ass, keeping you pinned down, ensuring you took every inch he had to give.

“Mhm, Ray, shit—” Your hoarse voice cracked as you tried to speak, but all that came out was a broken moan. Your eyes rolled back, your hand helplessly sliding down from his face, as you were no longer able to control yourself. Rafe smirked, clearly pleased with how you lost yourself  on top of him, his pace relentless, fucking up into you with bruising force.

“Yeah? You feel that?” He growled, his breath ragged as he watched your face contort in pleasure. “You’re not going anywhere. This is all for you, baby.” His grip tightened, almost painful, as he rocked into you harder, each thrust sending sparks of electricity through your body, pushing you right to the edge. “Cum for me, c’mon.” 

“Rafe—” You gasped, your voice barely a whisper, lost in the haze of pleasure that blurred your thoughts. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you down so your lips were just inches from his, your breath mingling as you both panted for air.

“That’s it, baby.” He whispered against your lips, his eyes burning with intensity. “Let go. I’ve got you.”

With one final, deep thrust, the coil inside you snapped, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your vision blurred, and all you could do was cling to him as your orgasm hit hard, your body trembling uncontrollably in his arms.

Too lost in the pleasure, you barely noticed him grunting your name and then moanning as his own orgasm hit him. Rafe filled you up to the brim, you felt every throb of his cock inside of you, barely able to hold back whimpers from the goosebumps that the feeling of it brought you.

“Good girl.” Rafe murmured, his low voice full of pride and satisfaction as he slowed his movements, letting you ride out your high while holding you close, his forehead still pressed to yours. 

You didn’t know when exactly Rafe pushed your both to your sides, or when did he pulled out of you and fixed your clothes to look more presentable, or when did he pulled a blanket over you. You blinked slowly, looking at his face right in front of you, feeling his delicate fingers pushing the hair away from your face and tracing your jawline and lips. You smiled at the feeling, relishing a rare moment of him being so soft and relaxed. 

“So what are you gotta do now?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper as you watched him, curiosity mingling with concern. The playful glint in his eyes shifted for a moment, revealing the weight of the situation.

Rafe leaned in closer, his expression shifting from relaxed to focused. “Well, Hollis thinks she can play me. Thinks I’m an idiot, but I’m not. I’m not about to let that happen.” He replied, his tone low, sarcastic. “I’ll need to keep her close, let her think she’s in control, but really? I’m just waiting for the right moment to turn the tables.”

“You’re not.” You soothed when you saw annoyance start to rise in him. You placed your hand on top of his, giving a comforting squeeze. “I believe in you, and I know you’re gonna do the right thing. Maybe she’ll know better for trying to steal you away from me.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, and he nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. “Damn right, she will. I’m not going anywhere, especially not with you by my side.” He leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft kiss and bringing you even closer to his body. 

[echstacy00]

LATE NIGHTS: nicholas alexander chavez

18+smut!!!

(completely obsessed with his side profile can you tell?)

[12;45am]

“your nose is so pretty."

you find yourself mumbling at your boyfriend before your brain can even overthink those words and yet you're glad you didn't hesitate.

there's absolutely no reaction from nicholas for a whole minute as you absentmindedly trace his sharp features with your fingers, not quite able to handle just how handsome he is.

you've been observing his side profile for a while now and every time your eyes found their way to his nose, you couldn't help but bite your bottom lip at the mental image of its tip nudging against your clit whenever he's got his face buried in your cunt.

nicholas has been trying to memorize his new script for about an hour now and despite wanting to give him some space, you simply couldn't resist the craving of being close to him.

it's not like he minds your presence at all; nicholas loves having your legs in his lap and your hand in his hair, playing with the soft beautifully light brownish strands as he enjoys his daily screen time away from all of his incone responsibilities.

usually you're quick to fall asleep, yet this time you seem to focused on him to even let the actual thought of sleep cross your mind.

you know it's because you can't stop thinking about your boyfriends lips, his hot tongue and his perfect nose, your head full of thoughts about how good he makes you cum over and over again once he's gotten a taste.

whereas nicholas remains absolutely clueless. he's also a little too focused to pay complete attention to your words but he does appreciate any compliment coming from your way. ever since the two of you started dating you've made it your mission to remind him how perfect he is

nicholas places a quick kiss of gratitude into your palm before he pushes his lips into a thoughtful pout and focuses on the littered papers in front of him again, not realising how much you've been pressing your thighs together in hope of releasing some of the pressure on your needy cunt

there's just something about the way he scratches the sides of his nose whenever he's slowly turning to the next page, poking the inside of his cheeks with his tongue and nibbling on his lip like he's purposely trying to torture you.

"babe." you mumble sternly and reach for his hand, grateful he's quick to play into your neediness as he grabs your inner thigh and gently strokes your skin,

"i wanna ride your face, please."

usually you're not one to be this bold with your requests but after watching him for the past hour it's been incredibly hard for you to maintain your composure and even your patience has limits.

nicholas is absolutely stunned at your words. for a second he's not sure if he even heard you right, giving you a double take just to realise your current state.

eyes glossy, lips pushed into the cutest pout, thigh firmly pressed together and your cute nipples poking through the fabric of your pyjama shirt to the point where not a single thought is left to imagination.

just out of curiosity nicholas lets his hand wander in between your legs, gulping harshly at the way they fall apart like you've been waiting to be relieved and once his fingers graze your soaked panties, he knows exactly why you're reacting the way you do.

without even missing another beat, nicholas throws his controller as well as his headset to the side, turning his game off and almost instantly laying on his side of the bed.

"I'm sorry for not realizing sooner, baby", he whispers as you shakily make your way to straddle his handsome face, his cheeks and lips tinted in the sweetest shade of pink, "there you go, baby."

his praise elicits a soft whimper from your throat, your hole clenching in absolute despair and the second the tip of his nose grazes your flesh, you throw your head back with a loud moan of relief.

"fuck, baby", nicholas grunts against your cunt, his tongue lapping up your sweet juices and if it wasn't for his tight grip on your waist, you would have thought he passed

out, "you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect." all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.

"you're so wet for me, angel, so perfect."

all you can do is whimper in response, grabbing a fistful of his soft hair and grinding yourself against his tongue, whining every time his nose nudges your hardened clit.

"that's why you love my nose so much, hm?", nicholas smile turns into a smirk as he pushes his tongue inside of your clenching hole, groaning and moaning against your wet flesh like a man gone mad.

"mhm, y-yes", you whisper and feel the sweet wave of your release climbing up your spine in the sweetest way possible. "love sitting on it."

and for a moment nicholas movements stop, as he appreciates your sweet compliment, head cloudy from all the arousal floading his brain and his cheeks burning from excitement.

"that's my good girl", he grunts and finally wraps his lips around your sensitive clit before he pushes the tip of his tongue against the nub and applies just the right amount of pressure, making sure to have you cum all over his face to make you feel as loved and appreciated as he does.

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[gunnerfc]

Lia Wälti x Arsenal!Reader | Help (18+)

Warnings: smut, MINORS DNI!, top reader, bottom lia, masturbation, fingering (lia receiving; both from herself and R)

Summary: Lia seeks your help when she can’t get herself off 

WC: 1.4K 

Your eyes were locked on the TV screen in front of you, a game you recently bought holding your attention. You and Lia decided to spend the day off relaxing around the house, and you spent your time trying to beat as many levels of your new game. Lia, on the other hand, wanted to spend her time relaxing in your shared bedroom, opting to read a book she had recently picked up. 

At least, that’s what she yelled from the hall earlier when she was headed back to the bedroom. Though, if you were to peek inside the bedroom now, you’d find the midfielder with her head thrown back against the pillows with a hand slipped into her sweatpants. Lia groaned quietly as her fingers pumped into her wet cunt. The groan was a mix of pleasure and frustration. 

She had been working on bringing herself to the edge for a while, yet she always fell short each time she thought she was about to cum. ‘It always seems easier when Y/N is doing it,’ the midfielder thought as her fingers continued their movements, the palm of her hand bumping her clit for added pleasure. 

Lia huffed in frustration as she pulled her fingers out and pulled her hand out of her pants completely. Her chest was heaving as she stared at the ceiling, debating if she should venture into the living room to ask for a helping hand, literally. 

After fighting with herself, her neediness won out, and she left the bedroom on wobbly legs. She could hear your voice as you swore at the TV, sending a shot of arousal right to the midfielder’s already dripping core. 

“Damn it,” you huffed as you paused the game, unable to beat one of the hardest levels you’ve encountered so far. You’d yet to notice Lia’s presence behind you until she breathed loudly, alerting you that you were no longer alone.

You turned your head to look back at her, a small smile on your face as you noticed her. “Hi, baby,” you hummed, gesturing for her to join you on the couch. 

You didn’t notice the state she was in at first, grateful for the distraction she offered from the annoying game you were playing. Lia smiled as best as she could as she moved around the couch, the wetness between her thighs was growing, and she desperately needed your help. 

Before she could sit next to you on the couch, you pulled her to your lap, her legs unconsciously straddling your hips. Lia bit back a moan, her eyes fluttering as your hands moved to rest on her hips. She gasped softly when your hands hit her skin, she hadn’t realized her shirt had slipped up in her attempt to get herself off. 

Your brows furrowed slightly at how jumpy she was before noticing her heavy breathing and slightly disheveled hair. Lia swallowed lightly as she watched you smirk up at her, your grip on her hips tightening as you pulled her down even more. “How was your book, my love,” you grinned with an obvious teasing glint in your eye. The pet name sends another wave of arousal through her body.

“I-it was good,” Lia nodded, though you both knew she was lying. She only got three pages in before she had tossed the book aside in favor of making herself cum, (Or, at least, trying to.) 

“Yeah? Tell me what it was about,” you teased with a smirk, your hands rubbing up her sides under her shirt, leaving her skin warm as you moved. 

Lia struggled to form any sort of answer, her eyes closed at the feeling of your hands on her body, and she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning. “I don’t think you actually read, my love. I think you were back there doing something else…” you trailed off, biting your lip as images of Lia pleasuring herself invaded your thoughts. 

“Please…” Lia’s voice was hoarse, the need was getting to be too much. Her hips started moving against yours, looking for any sort of relief from the ache between her thighs. 

“Need my help? Couldn’t cum without me, hmm?” You questioned as you moved your hands back down towards the waistband of her sweatpants, tracing your thumbs along the edge of the elastic. 

Lia didn’t respond verbally, instead, her hips jerked against yours as one of your hands slipped into her pants. She panted above you, her head falling back slightly as she waited in anticipation. You easily slipped your hand into her underwear, an action that was familiar to you, and you groaned softly, feeling how wet Lia already was.

Lia’s attempts to be quiet were no use as a broken gasp left her lips when your middle finger circled her sensitive clit. “Y-Y/n..” Lia trailed off, her words stuck in her throat as you applied pressure to her clit. 

You stared up at her, your eyes darkened with arousal as you eyed her neck. You leaned forward slightly, your lips connecting with the column of her neck as you placed light kisses on her skin. Lia brought a hand to tangle in your hair, pushing you closer to her neck as your light kisses turned to harsh sucks as you littered her skin with hickies. 

Hoarse moans fell from the midfielder's mouth uncontrollably, and her moans turned to a loud gasp as you slowly inserted two fingers into her soaked core. “You’re so worked up, baby,” you teased as you started to thrust your fingers, pausing your movements here and there to tease the woman straddling your lap. 

“Faster,” Lia moaned, her grip on your hair tightened as she started moving her hips faster to meet your thrusts. You chuckled into her neck but complied with her begging, speeding up your fingers as you switched to the other side of her neck.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she moaned, turning her head back down and forcing you to pull away from her neck. Your eyes met her hazy ones, and you smirked at the dazed look gracing her features. 

You titled your head up slightly, asking for a kiss, which Lia quickly complied. Her lips met yours in a heated kiss as her hips sped up, her body jerking against yours as she was seconds away from finally coming. “So close,” Lia muttered into your mouth, her forehead resting against yours as her face contorted in pleasure. 

“Cum for me, baby,” you hummed, your nose bumping hers as you held her tight against you. With a loud moan, Lia let go. She clenched around your fingers as she came, her breath getting caught in her throat as her body jerked from the intensity against you. 

You slowed your fingers, keeping them still inside her until she had calmed down from her orgasm. Lia whimpered at the loss of contact when you pulled your fingers out of her and out of her pants. You kept your eyes locked with hers as you brought your hand to mouth, slipping your fingers into your mouth and moaning at the taste of Lia on them. 

Lia swallowed harshly, watching you clean your fingers, her chest heaving. She let go of your hair, moving her hands to rest on your shoulders as you pulled your fingers from your mouth. “Thanks,” she joked when she caught her breath, her tone both teasing and bashful. 

You chuckled at her words before leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “Anytime, my love,” you teased as you wrapped your arms around her body, pulling her as close as possible. 

Lia giggled at your words as she moved off your lap to stand, offering you her hand. “How about a quick shower, and then we can watch that movie you talked about at training yesterday,” the midfielder smiled down at you.

You matched her smile as you took her hand, letting her pull you off the couch and down the hall to your bathroom. You had no intention of things continuing, but when Lia’s hands trailed down your body as the water rained down on you, how could you resist? The movie never got watched as the two of you spent the rest of the evening using your time off wisely, in bed with your hands all over each other as you pulled multiple orgasms from one another. 

[prettiedup]

haiii! we're so new to this, srry if we're too awkward ୨ৎ

choso nd his cute lil gf decides to post their first ever prn vid

⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ HAIII! WE’RE SO NEW TO THIS, SRRY IF WE’RE TOO AWKWARD ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ ---> creampie, p in v, rough sex, praising, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, mama, baby, princess), light begging, consensual recording, oral sex [f receiving], brief mutual masturbation

“Okay, hi. This is our first video.” You smile awkwardly at the camera, “I think I look really hot, honestly.” You say as you pan the camera over your body that is clothed in sheer lingerie. This fabric covers little to nothing, but that is the part you like the most.

“Of course you do.” Choso agrees as he pulls off his shirt from over his head. He has what people would consider a 'sleeper build' he looks very scrawny and lean until he flexes his muscles and that is when the time he spends in the gym actually shows.

You angle the camera into his direction as your smile brightens, “Guys, it has been about a month or two now since Choso has been able to give me head, I was fucking miserable. But一” You got up from your spot on the bed and walk closer to him, getting the camera directly in his face. “As you can see, this idiot got his lip pierced. Luckily, they’re healed now, so Cho can go back to munching on me.” You got closer to the two metal piercings that stuck out of his bottom lip.

“Next are your tits.” He adds, flicking your left nipple.

“Yeah, guys, we agreed that if he gets the double lip piercing, I would get my nipple piercings. I’ve already booked the appointment for next month. I’m actually really anxious because nipples take forever to heal.” You ramble.

“Go prop the camera up on the nightstand.” He orders as he places a stiff kiss on your forehead.

You only let out a breath. You make your way onto the bed and do as told, adjusting the camera until it was angled in a way the both of you would be visible. You sit crisscrossed on the bed as you observe yourself in the mirror that was on the wall, you look cute.

“Start fingering yourself, pretty.”

You let out a soft okay, you rush to strip from your lingerie. Laying back, your back is propped against the headboard and your legs were spread so that you could see yourself in the mirror that was across from the bed. You realized the camera couldn’t fully see your pussy, but you felt too awkward to turn opposite so that your lower half was in the frame.

You rub your clit with your index finger, your middle finger only teasing your hole, hinting at what’s to come. You bite down on your lip as you glance at the camera and then back at the mirror. Your pussy only gets wetter as you wait for Choso to meet you on the bed. Images flash in your head of him pounding your pussy, causing your stomach to curl and your hole to clench with need.

You remove your index finger from your clit and shoved it into your pussy, you don't wait for yourself to become fully adjusted before you are adding your middle finger. You closed your eyes as your mouth opens and pretty moans and whimpers escapes from it.

You move your fingers faster, the wetness from your pussy lubing your fingers and causing explicit noises to come from it. You whimper as you brought your other hand up to your chest, and you began to play with your tits. You soon add your ring finger and begin to pump those three fingers harshly.

Sounds coming from the other side of the room causes you to widen your eyes and find the source. A half gasp, half moan escapes you once you realize it is coming from Choso who is standing at the edge of the bed. His hand roughly pumps his cock as he looks at you with low, lidded eyes. His stomach muscles flex each time he brings his hand close to his tip, you watch in lust and amazement as his thighs clench also with each pump.

“Are you ready, pretty?” He asks, his voice is now deeper than what it usually is.

“Yes, please, fuck me.” You moan.

You lay flat on your back as you lift your legs up, giving him a full view of your wet pussy as he climbs onto the bed and gets himself comfortable in the position in front of you.

He leans over you, reaching for the camera. He pauses, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Did I turn this shit off?” He asks, handing you the camera.

“Yeah.” You giggle as you press the record button, you give him the camera back, “How do I look, honey?”

“Beautiful as always.” He smirks.

You blush and spread your pussy lips further, “C’mon, Cho! I’m horny.”

“Shut up.” He mumbles as he brings the camera closer to your cunt. He uses one hand to hold the camera and another to hold his cock as he rubs it against your slick folds.

You both gasp as the tip of his dick slowly pushes into you. He lets out a heavy breath as he softly rocks his hips back and forth, inch by inch he slowly makes his way inside of you until his balls are against your ass.

“You feel so good, baby.” He groans. He pulls his hips back before slamming into you causing you to let out a loud cry. “Cmon, princess, get louder.”

“Shut the fu一ah!” You moan. Your hand immediately latches on his hip as he speeds his thrust up. You repeat a mantra of “ah’s” and “fucks” the deeper he goes.

The bed creaks beneath the two of you. You could only rest your hands on his forearms as you try to contain your moans. You had already been given a noise complaint once, and the thought of getting another embarrasses you.

“Don’t hide those moans from me, pretty girl.” He mumbles as he rests his face into your neck. His tongue darts out, licking random shapes onto your skin. You shiver as the warm metal ball dances along your skin.

“Cho..” You whimper. Your legs are spread wide for his frame and your hands dance in his hair, gently rubbing against his scalp. You could only let out breathy gasps as he snaps his hips harder, forcing his cock to go deeper into your cunt. “You feel so good, oh my! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

He responds to your moans with deep groans and heavy breaths. Everything just felt too good. A hot girlfriend with a beautiful body, and a wet pussy to match her. He could feel himself falling more in love with you as the seconds went by.

“I’m getting close.” The coil in your stomach grows tighter as your orgasm swiftly approaches.

“Wait, not yet.” He pulls away from your grasp and pulls out of you completely, making you glare at him with a look of confusion and irritation. “Turn around.”

With shaky and tired limbs, you groan as you turn around. You place your face into the pillows while you arch your back, presenting yourself to him. Your pussy is still pulsing from his cock pounding into you. You turned your head to glance at the camera. You watched as he placed the camera back onto the nightstand, tilting it so the both of you are in view. Choso is quiet for a few seconds until you suddenly feel a warm sensation travel a line from your sensitive clit to your slit.

You whimper when you realize what is happening. His tongue sucks on your clit, the metal ball from his tongue piercing only upping the sensations. Your eyes roll back as you moan his name repeatedly. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding your shaky legs in place. He continues to suck and lap at your sensitive bud, he would occasionally shift his tongue to your entrance and lick at the wetness that seeped out.

You grip the covers while rocking your body back and forward onto his tongue. Your stomach would lurch whenever he dug his fingernails into your thighs. Choso is so messy when he eats pussy, he doesn't bother cleaning up the drool that seeps from his mouth. He even pulls away just to spit on your clit and suck it back up. He lets out little groans as he gets lost in eating you out.

“Cho, baby, fuckkkkk..” You drag out as you clench the covers. Your pussy attempts to clench around his tongue. You’re just so desperate to be stuffed full of his lengthy dick. You moan out inaudible things the longer he eats your pussy.

Choso is the definition of an eater. Sometimes he jokes that his purpose in life is to eat your pussy and make you cum an unimaginable amount of times. He moans onto your clit while shaking his head forward and back, he both laps and nibbles at the sensitive skin.

“Cho, fuck me, please!” You whine out.

He gives your clit one more long and hard suck before pulling away, “I am fucking you,” He doesn’t bother to slowly enter you. The second he slides his mushroom tip into your leaking pussy, he’s instantly snapping his hips into yours. “See.” He mutters.

You can’t be bothered to talk. Your whines and moans are more than enough for the both of you. You loved it when he fucks you roughly like this, when he’s plainly rude and unforgiving. When he fucks you as if you’re nothing but a hole to him.

“Pussy is fucking gripping me.” He leans over and grabs the camera. He gets as close as possible while slowly pulling his dick out of you, only leaving a bit of the tip at the opening of your pussy. He captures how wet and desperate your pussy is. He leans down and spits a wet glob onto your hole before pressing his dick back inside.

“Hngh! Cho, fuck, I’m going to cum.” You whimper out.

“Cum for me, pretty. Cum on my dick.” He coos at you. He tries to keep the camera steady with one hand. He uses his other hand to rub at your slippery clit. He goes in a fast circular motion, causing a loud scream to escape from your throat.

“You feel so good, mama.” He continues. He hopes the camera can hear how wet your pussy is. His dick is glistening with your lubricant, and there are white splotches of cum on both his dick and balls.

He begins downright pounding you, causing you to lose your arch and for the headboard to bang. He tosses the camera onto the bed, he no longer cares if it doesn’t show the two of you or not. He’s shown off too much of what’s his anyway. He grips the back of your neck and uses that as leverage to push you down further into the mattress while connecting his hips to yours.

You let out broken moans as your eyes roll back and your entire body quivers. Choso quickly picks back up the camera and displays your pussy orgasming on his dick. You’re loud, and you don’t feel it in you to hide your noises. He’s making you feel good and deserves to hear it.

“Ohmy—Cho, fuck! ’M fucking cumming.” You babble.

“I know, baby. There we go. You’re so fuckin’ pretty. Keep cumming on my dick, you deserve it. Took it like a big girl, good fucking job, pretty.” He finds himself pussy drunk on you.

His movements are becoming more and more uneven as he continues talking you through it. He keeps fucking you through your orgasm as he chases his own. His breathing is cut short as he lets out desperate pants.

“Gonna fucking cum. ’M gonna fill this pretty pussy up. You want that? Hm? My pretty girl wants my cum?”

“Yess, yeesss, give it to me.” You whimper out tiredly.

He moans loudly as his orgasm washes over him. He forces his dick as deep as it could possibly go, forcing your poor sensitive pussy to clench around his length. He paints your insides white, not letting up until he has nothing else left to give. His cum seeps through and manages to drip down onto his balls. He thrusts his hips a few more times, causing the both of you to groan from overstimulation.

He heavily pants as he brings the camera close to show the result of the creampie,

“How do I turn this shit off?” He asks after taking a moment to catch his breath.

You giggle and accept the camera as he places it into your hands. “Bye guys!” You blow a kiss at the camera before waving and pressing the red painted power button.

[timdoubleyou]

i found jay’s black jacket (an ID guide)

This black jacket is worn by Jay about 9 times throughout Marble Hornets, including his final appearance. And after some weeks of on-and-off research, I think I know the exact make and model.

This post will detail exactly how I found it, and serve as a guide for anyone that wants to find the jacket, whether that's for cosplay purposes, or if you're just keen on collecting items related to MH.

Main post under the cut

Intro

The first step to identifying the jacket was to gather as many references as possible.

I went back to the web series and took screenshots from any entries the jacket makes an appearance. (shoutout to mg549′s very comprehensive MH wardrobe guide, without it this would’ve been much more of a pain)

Jay's jacket is, for the most part, very plain. It's a solid color, full-zip jacket, without any particularly eye-catching logos or other details. I had to look for moments where even the slightest distinction appeared clear on camera, at least as distinct as it can be. Even if it was just close-ups to get the shape of a zipper, or how many buttons are on a sleeve, it was the best I got. While I did manage to find a decent amount of these, there was just one crucial detail that would've made finding it near-impossible; the brand is never shown. Thankfully, I had another resource.

In 2018 Troy Sold a Lot of Stuff

In early 2018, Troy officially announced that MH would be continued in a comic series. To fund the first issue, he held a number of auctions for production items used during the web series on Ebay.

These included items such as Jay’s camera, Brian’s hoodie, A Masky mask, and Jay’s black jacket.

Lo and behold, the jacket listing includes a picture with the brand in clear view. It's from Gap.

Ebay does not archive sold listings older than 90 days. However, Worthpoint, a website for valuing and pricing collectibles, does. Using Worthpoint I was able to find all of these items, (and a lot more, which can be found in this doc I submitted to Archive Hornets)

Identification

With the picture from the listing and the series screencaps, I had a complete ID list.

(Top image is from the Ebay listing, with the contrast adjusted a little for easier viewing. The bottom two images are from Entry #79)

The Gap logo (This specific logo dates the jacket being made anywhere between 1986 and 2009, when it first appears).

Front Zipper (Note the shape)

The two front pockets

The two buttons and pointed cuffs on each sleeve (Second one is a little hard to see but it's jusstt peeping out at the side)

The blue piping in the inner lining

The zipper in the right side inner lining

The gray mesh inner lining

With these in mind, I could now go to the next and longest step-

Finding the Jacket

I combed three resell sites; Ebay, Depop, and Poshmark. My main goal wasn't to actually purchase the jacket, (although, I would like to at some point) but to find a jacket listing that had every identifier, and have a more definite baseline for finding others. I needed to be sure what I had was enough to properly ID the jacket. The references I had stitched together were decent enough, but I wanted to see if there was something better out there.

After tons of page scrolling and tab-switching and comparing and contrasting, I finally got lucky.

(first two images are from crashthecloset's listing on poshmark, last six are from shannfo-76 on ebay)

I haven't bought one myself as of posting, but I feel pretty confident this is it. The jackets were already sold, but every marker seemed to be accounted for. It also revealed new ones, like the reflective pattern and pockets on the inner lining, (zipper on the right side pocket, button on the left pocket) and the materials tag.

With that, here's some final notes that may be helpful if you try looking for the jacket yourself:

Online sellers often describe it as a light jacket, a windbreaker, a 2-in-1, or 3-in-1.

"Gap Mens Black Jacket" is the search phrase I used the most since it yielded a (very) broad result pool.

Most of the jackets I found came from Poshmark or Ebay.

The exact size of Jay’s jacket is unclear. My best guesses are either a US Men’s S or M, since Jay was pretty skinny and of average height. I’ve only been able to find maybe 2 jackets that are a size M, one of which is the first pic in the photoset above.

Gap has sold other black jackets that look remarkably similar to Jay’s, and they do pop up on resell sites. One of these was so similar, the only discernible difference was the style of the logo. I highly recommend making sure it matches the exact one Jay had before purchasing. (It's also more than fine to ask/msg me if you have any doubts!) As long as you know what to look for, you shouldn’t have a problem finding at least one.

One detail that confounded me was this sleeve poking out of Jay's jacket. At first I thought he was wearing a long sleeve underneath, making this shot a continuity error since he appeared to Only be wearing the green short sleeve under the jacket.

@hivemite pointed out that this might be a two-in-one jacket, which has multiple layers for different types of weather. While I have not been able to see the sleeve outside of two shots in entry #79 and #80, one listing I found did describe it as a 3-in-1.

that's about it! hope this helps :)

[section-chief-prentiss]

puzzled

Summary: In your spare time, you and Emily start working on a puzzle in her office. 

Pairing: Emily Prentiss/Reader 

Word Count: 2429

Ao3

“You can refresh your email as much as you want,” JJ teased from the desk next to yours. “But it’s not going to make a case appear.”

You sighed, glancing over your computer at the blonde agent sitting across from you. Her light hair was thrown back in a ponytail, and she had a light blue blouse on and black slacks. Her legs were crossed, and she looked at you with amusement in her sparkling eyes.

“Four days,” you said, running a hand through your messy hair. “We haven’t had a case in four days.” 

“For the first time since joining the team, I’m caught up on paperwork,” Luke commiserated from his desk a few feet away. “I never knew four days could feel so long.” 

Spencer whirled around in his desk chair, his brown, curly hair flying in every direction. “A recent study found that bored participants tended to think more about time, which caused it to feel like it was moving slower. Since we’re accustomed to frequently working on cases, it’s only natural that the unexpected downtime we’re experiencing would cause us to feel that time is moving more slowly than it is.”

You set your hands on your desk and pushed yourself up to a standing position. “I’m going to see if Emily has anything for us. Maybe that’ll help time move faster.” 

Spencer perked up. “Time doesn’t actually speed up when we’re occupied; it’s only our perception that—”

A groan from the rest of the team drowned out the rest of what Reid was going to say, as you navigated your way out of the bullpen and up the stairs toward Emily’s office.

You knocked twice on her door, straining to hear her response on the other side. 

“Come in!”

You opened the door a crack and peeked your head through the space. “Are you busy?” 

Emily cracked a smile. “As busy as any of you are.”

You made your way inside, closing the door behind you, and took a seat in one of the chairs opposite Emily’s desk. The Unit Chief’s raven hair hung in a curtain around her face, her bangs perfectly cut just below her eyebrows. She wore a long-sleeved red shirt—your favorite color on her. 

“No new case yet?”

Emily sat forward in her chair, clasping her hands together and resting them on her desk. “Not yet, it appears all serial killers have taken the week off.”

“Do you have paperwork you need help with?” 

Emily chuckled. “You’re so bored that you’re asking for paperwork?”

You frowned at her. “Em, I’m desperate.”

Emily’s brown eyes locked with yours for a moment. She bit her bottom lip—her tell that gears were turning, and an idea was forming in her mind. 

Nodding, she opened one of her desk drawers, reaching for something you couldn’t see.

“Hotch left this in his desk when he resigned,” Emily said, setting a box down between you.

The top of the box showed a 1000-piece puzzle depicting dolphins cresting over waves, a sunset behind them. 

You softened, thinking of the previous Unit Chief, who’d left the team to enter witness protection to keep himself and his young son safe from a serial killer. 

“Aww, for Jack?”

“No,” Emily grinned. “It was for him. He loved puzzles, said they helped him focus on a case when he was stuck.”

You picked up the box, studying the image. There were a lot of similar shades of blue, but you hoped that would present enough of a challenge to keep you entertained while you waited for a case to come in.

“Are you gonna help me with this?” you asked. 

From your first day at the BAU, being in the same room as Emily caused butterflies to flit around in your stomach. Her kind eyes, her dark hair, the confidence she strutted around the BAU with—you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. But you’d never had the nerve to ask if she felt the same way.

You were sure she couldn’t. Even if she did, the HR nightmare of entering a relationship with your superior was likely something neither you nor Emily were willing to risk. You both loved your jobs too much, cared too much about helping people, to put any of that in jeopardy.

You watched Emily as she weighed your offer, her eyes flitting from yours to the stack of unfinished paperwork on her desk. 

“It’s either the puzzle, or we sit in here in silence working on paperwork,” you said. “Which sounds more fun?”

“Fuck it,” Emily said. “A break wouldn’t hurt anyone.”

Your face lit up with a grin. “Exactly.”

You both relocated to the couch at the far end of her office, and you set the puzzle box on the coffee table in front of it. Emily cleared off the table while you opened the box and flipped the contents onto the table.

“Edges first?” you asked.

“What am I, a sociopath?” Emily joked. “Of course edges first.”

You giggled, searching through the pile for any border pieces. “In college, my ex-boyfriend refused to start with outside pieces when we’d work on puzzles together. He said it was too easy and he wanted to engage his brain.” 

“Gee, why did you ever break up?” Emily asked dryly.

“He cheated on me. Repeatedly.” 

“Like I said,” Emily paused, holding up a corner piece as evidence. “Sociopath.” 

You tried, and failed, to fight the smile tugging at your lips. She was right—your ex, Sam, was a douchebag. You deserved better than how he treated you.

And you hoped that better was sitting next to you.

You fell into a comfortable silence as you worked, sorting through pieces. While Emily searched for edge pieces, you transitioned into organizing the middle pieces into piles by color. 

Once that was done, you collaborated on putting the frame of the puzzle together—Emily assembling the sunset on the top half, and you focusing on the varying shades of blue that made up the water on the bottom half.

As you snapped the two halves of the border together, there was a knock at Emily’s door, startling both of you. 

Emily grinned. “Come in!”

Penelope rushed through the door, file in hand. “We got a case.”

An hour ago, you would’ve loved nothing more. Now, you were already missing this one-on-one time with Emily.

“I guess we should clean this up,” you said, reaching for the box.

Emily put a hand out, stopping you. “That’s okay; we’ll leave it here. Work on it during our downtime.”

You raised an eyebrow at her, silently wondering when the next time would be that you had downtime. But you weren’t about to turn down the offer, so you nodded.

“I’ll grab the team.” 

***

On the elevator ride back to the sixth floor at the end of the day, you felt yourself nodding off, head bobbing up and down in an attempt to keep yourself conscious.

The rest of the team was too exhausted to comment on it. The elevator ding startled you awake, and you moved through the BAU on autopilot, beelining for your desk and grabbing your bag so you could get home as soon as possible and sleep for a few hours before you had to pick up the case in the morning. 

Fortunately, the case kept you in D.C., so you’d get to sleep in your own bed tonight. Throughout the day, the team scattered between the BAU, Metro P.D., and various crime scenes, assisting where you could. 

But before you could hightail it to your car, the light on in Emily’s office caught your attention.

“See you tomorrow,” Tara mumbled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you said, making your way toward Emily.

You were too exhausted to bother with knocking—it had been a long, emotionally exhausting day, and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about protocol. 

Emily was sitting up on her brown leather couch, her head tucked toward her chest, fast asleep. There was a puzzle piece in her hand.

You took a moment to memorize this moment, since you knew if you pulled out your phone to take a picture, Emily would actually murder you. 

Her hair was still perfect, somehow, even after a day of running around. Her blouse and pants were wrinkled from all of the activity, and as you walked toward her, you saw that she’d even fallen asleep with her shoes on.

You reached out to gently touch her shoulder and whispered, “Emily.”

She woke with a start, wincing from the light but searching for danger.

“You’re fine,” you said softly. “You just fell asleep.”

“I wanted to… work on it,” she yawned, gesturing to the half-completed puzzle. 

Earlier, while the team was building a profile and getting frustrated that things weren’t lining up, Emily suggested the puzzle. The team had gathered around the coffee table, debating which parts of the profile would need to be changed. The whole time, you kept your gaze on Emily, as if you were still the only two in the room.

You took a seat on the couch next to her. “We can work on it tomorrow.” Or so you hoped, assuming the case had wrapped up by then. 

Em nodded but didn’t move. You slid forward on the couch to get a better look at the progress your team had made on the puzzle, and you were impressed. Most of the bottom half was done—the difficult part, mostly due to Spencer—which just left the hues of red, pink, orange, and gold of the sunset. 

As you admired the puzzle, one piece jumped out to you—half red, half pink—and you saw immediately where it needed to go. You popped it into place and started searching for the next one. 

Next to you, Emily took the piece she’d been holding and slid it into place. Surely it couldn’t hurt to add just a few more pieces. You could always drink coffee in the morning if you needed a pick-me-up.

Your previous exhaustion melted away as you focused on your task—entering a flow state where nothing mattered except the picture in front of you and the women beside you.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you found yourself staring at the last few gaps, scattered in various places around the image that needed to be filled in. 

It wasn’t until you were down to your last three pieces—you and Emily had taken to silently alternating back and forth, and at this rate, you were poised to put the last piece in—that you realized there was one missing. 

Maybe you were just tired, you told yourself. It had to be here somewhere. Hotch was too organized to have ever lost a piece. 

You put down a piece that filled in the last piece of one of the dolphins. Emily finished off part of the sunset on the horizon line, but there was a gap where one piece needed to fill in the blueish-purple tints in the sky.

You frowned, glancing at the floor around you.

“Are we missing one?” Your voice was scratchy from tiredness and the fact that you and Emily had mostly worked in silence.

Next to you, Emily was silent as you peeked under the table before standing to search the couch cushions.

When you turned up empty, you sat back down with a sigh. “Well, that’s disappointing.” 

You glanced over to Emily to find her face flushed and hands balled in her lap. Her beautiful, dark eyes wouldn’t quite meet yours.

“Are you okay?”

Her light skin turned an even deeper shade of red as she unballed her right fist. Sure enough, the missing piece was sitting in the middle of her palm.

You laughed. “Em, if you wanted to place the last piece yourself, you could’ve just said so.”

“It’s not that,” she said, putting the piece on the table but not in its spot. “I, um, didn’t want to finish it because I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’t want it to be over.”

Your heart raced. Were you deliriously tired, or was Emily really saying this?

You opened your mouth to respond, but when no sound came out, you closed it again.

Emily swore, burying her face in her hands. “I knew it,” her voice was muffled. “I knew I was reading this all wrong.”

She looked up to face you, and your heart sank in your chest. “I don’t want to make things uncomfortable for you; if you could just forget I even said that—”

“Em!” You interrupted. “I feel the same way.”

But Emily was already shaking her head. “No, you don’t have to say that. This was so inappropriate of me; I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m too tired to be thinking clearly…”

“Emily,” you said forcefully. You took her hand in yours and smiled, color flooding your cheeks. “You don’t understand. I feel the same way.”

The raven-haired beauty’s eyes widened as she took in your words. “Oh! Oh.” 

“Yeah,” you said with a giggle. “But I know it would be complicated, and I don’t want to mess with either of our careers.”

Emily sobered at that. “Neither do I.”

“But…” you hedged, glancing at the clock. “It’s 4 in the morning, and we need to be back here in two hours, so the time for good decisions has already passed.”

Before you could lose your nerve, you picked up the last piece and snapped it into its place. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to marvel at the completed image, because the person sitting next to you was even more mesmerizing. 

Pressing your palms against Emily’s face, you pulled her toward you until her lips were crashing against yours.

It felt even better to kiss her than you’d imagined. Her lips were soft, and even after a long day, she still smelled of her floral perfume. You ran your fingers through her soft hair, and Emily moaned against your mouth. 

Emily’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer. Where you touched, your body hummed with electricity and desire. 

Too soon, you pulled back. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” you confessed. 

“I’d hate to make you wait again,” Emily said, a teasing smile on her lips. “But if we want any sleep tonight, we should probably head out.” 

You pretended to ponder that before shrugging. 

“Who needs sleep?” you mumbled, throwing yourself once more into Emily’s welcoming embrace.

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The ground stinks. It meets your hands in a shower of wet mud, an explosion of sick and blood, soaking the spaces between your fingers. When your vision focuses again, finally stops wobbling around and making double of itself, you find your palms soaked red. You crawl on your hands and knees to the body in front of you. You turn them over on their back. A man, not one of yours, and you slap his face a few times before you realize his eyes are milky and staring ahead, unblinking. There’s nothing you could do for him now. You look at his legs and find them still facing downwards. They didn’t move with the rest of him.

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happy update day!! i have to be up in. checks watch. six hours. so the update is coming at exactly midnight, and then i'll queue appropriately. but steady progress is being made on tkp!! im taking a small break from greenwarden to focus on making tkp and erinys look nice as a side project to querying agents for my book. it's a process. yk how it is.

what you see right now are mockups, the actual product looks uh. well. it looks like this

far cry from how i want it to look, but im working on it.

after finishing the css, all i have to do is write and edit chapter 1 and it'll be ready for demo release!

also, happy spooky season! im working on something for greenwarden that most certainly will not be done by Halloween, but i think you'll like it. it involves costumes and maybe stickers. watch this space

[feyhunter78]

Hiiii. I just read the new chapter of lab partners and it was 10/10 as always 🥰 Also I got another idea! What a about a pool party?👀 Now that Miggy is more popular he is invited to a pool party and he sees Y/N on a cute swimsuit and he goes crazy, but tries to keep it together to not look like a creep in front of her 😂 Especially when things are more tense after they almost kissed 👀👀👀👀

Thank you love!!!! I definitely wanted to lean into the tension left over from their almost kiss👀 I'm also using this one to set up the post I'll put out on V-Day!!!!

Pool Party

Artist cred: Supayell on Instagram!

He hates his brother, not really, but he does want to kill him. It was Gabriel’s idea to invite everyone over, to rent one of their apartment’s pools and throw a party. So now here Miguel is, forced to watch as you gallivant around in a dark blue bikini, with adorable little white hearts all over it, while he’s trying to keep himself from revealing his difficult situation.

Gabriel pushes the cabana’s curtains back even further than they were before and flops into the pool chair next to him, handing him some mixed drink in a red solo cup. “Enjoying the view?” Gabriel asks, lowering his sunglasses and letting out a wolf whistle in you and Mina’s direction. “Lookin’ good baby.”

Mina rolls her eyes but smiles and blows him a kiss, before linking arms with you and dragging you off towards a few of your other friends.

You’re so happy, smiling and giggling, drink in hand, swaying your head slightly in time with the music. He knows you, knows you love to dance, but there’s too many people here that you don’t know, so you stick with Mina, and stay away from the cleared out space in front of the speakers.

“It’s a nice party.” Miguel says, sipping on his drink. The taste of coconut rum coats his tongue, the pineapple juice mixed in, dulling the sting of the alcohol. He can barely feel it, a sense of dread making his mouth go numb when he sees you making your way over, a bottle of sunscreen in your hand and a drink in the other.

You smile at him, then give him a confused look when Gabriel squeezes his shoulder and bounds off towards a now unoccupied Mina.

“He’s probably going to try to convince her to go back to the apartment with him.” Miguel jokes, swallowing hard as he realizes just how pretty you look.

Your hair shines in the sun, your skin practically glowing, and your breasts—fuck he’s got to keep it together, he needs to look literally anywhere else—his eyes land on your lips, curled up in a smile, your lips glossy with chapstick, soft and supple looking. Not better, not better at all, because now he’s thinking about kissing you.

He shifts in his seat, praying no one notices the awkward way he’s sitting. Thankfully, the side curtains of the cabana are still down, so he just has to worry about anyone walking in…and you.

“He can try, but I know Mina’s been waiting all week for this party, there’s no way she’ll leave.” You laugh, shaking the sunscreen that’s in your hand, before downing your drink and setting it on the ground next to you.

“Yeah…are you enjoying the party?” Miguel asks, taking a big swig of his drink. Liquid courage, right?

“I mean, the drinks are good, music’s good, snacks are great, and I got to wear my new swimsuit, so yeah, I’d say I’m enjoying myself.” You gesture to your bathing suit as if it isn’t the very thing Miguel is trying not to look at.

“I like the color.” He says, taking another swig of his drink.

You beam up at him and toy with the strings holding the bottoms together. “Thank you, I was a little worried it would be too dark, but I actually really like it.”

His inebriated mind plies him with an image of you undoing those strings and letting him feast, suffocating him with your soft thighs, biting down on your fist to keep the others from hearing your moans.

He nearly groans aloud at the thought, hiding his face in his drink.

“Can I try that?” You ask, shifting to tuck your legs under you, your full attention on him.

“W-What?” He stutters, trying to banish the lewd image from his mind and focus on your words.

“Your drink, you’ve basically been chugging it, it’s gotta be good.” You elaborate, giving him a playful smile.

“Oh, oh, yeah, yeah, of course.” He hands you the drink, and you bring it to your mouth then frown.

“It’s empty.” You pout at him, leaning forward to set it on the small wooden table beside him, the stretch of your body, your bare skin brushing against his, makes his head swim.

“Sorry?” He manages to get out, his hand shooting to grip the side of the pool chair for stability.

“No worries, I’m a big girl, I can take it.”

He bets you can. Bets he’d fit perfectly, lying below you as you ease yourself down onto his coc—

Suddenly, you turn your back to him and pull your hair up off your neck. “Do you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I want to get back in the sun, but I don’t want to burn.”

He’s going to die, right here, right now.

“Yeah, sure I—I can do that.” He takes the sunscreen from you, apologizing when you hiss from the change in temperature.

You both sit quietly as he rubs the sunscreen in, making sure there’s no white cast, his large hands smoothing over your back, and shoulders, taking care to get every inch while trying to remain as respectful as possible.

“I have to—do you mind—?” He lifts the thick strips of fabric that keep your bathing suit together ever so slightly, waiting for you to nod, or pull away.

“No, no, you’re good, I’ll just…” You hold your top to your body with one hand just in case as Miguel rubs the lotion in, much quicker than before.

“Okay, I think you’re all good.” He says, snapping the cap back on the bottle.

You don’t turn around, staring at the canvas of the cabana. “Hey, can I ask you something?”

He nods, before realizing you obviously can’t see him. “Yeah, of course, anything.”

You turn now, but you won’t meet his eyes, too focused on fidgeting with your nails. They’re different shades of pink, a pleasant gradient ending in white on your thumbs. “My sorority’s semiformal, Valentine’s Day dance thing is coming up, would you maybe want to go with me?”

He’s stunned, frozen, astounded, flabbergasted, astonished, a dozen other words to say he’s shocked. Shocked that you’re asking him. That you want him to come with you to this event, honestly, he’s still shocked you want to be seen in public with him.

Do you feel the same way he does? He’s been hoping, praying, your almost kiss lingering, haunting him, plaguing his dreams, his every waking moment.

He says yes at the same time you say, “as friends,” and his world shatters.

“I don’t want to make you feel weird or anything, no pressure, just two friends have a good time at a Valentine’s themed dance.” You give him a smile, but he knows you, knows it’s fake, and he feels a twinge of hope in his chest once more.

“It’s not weird.” He reassures you, wishing he had another drink to drown his maybe sorrows maybe half-baked hope in.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. “Okay yay! I’ll figure out our outfits and all the details, and I’ll get them to you.”

You bound off in the direction of your friends, leaving Miguel’s skin tingling, his heart hurting, and his stomach twisted into knots.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows

[poetryandfluffycats]

helloooo may i ask for afab!reader degrading and pegging keito if it’s possible? maybe him whimpering too… have a great day!

A/N: i bark like a feral dog every time I get a keito request AF AF AF AF WOOF WOOF. anyway, enjoy

Pairing: Keito Hasumi x fem!reader

Content: You've been wanting to try some new things out in the bedroom, but Keito isn't one to stray away from what he believes is 'normal'. So, you come up with a brilliant plan to convince him.

Warnings: NSFW, pegging, degrading from both sides, spanking/ass slapping, handjobs, one use of the petname daddy, use of slut & whore, teasing

Words: 1.5k

NSFW oneshot under cut!

You want it?~

"You must be joking"

The green haired man who once laid relaxed on the bed now sat upright, face as red as a strawberry and hands clenching the bedsheets as if they might fly away from underneath him. A simple ask, and he had become a horrible blushing mess. God knows how he'd be during the actual act of what you were suggesting, it made your core tingle with delight.

"You think I'd lie?" You feigned sadness by sticking out your bottom lip as much as humanly possible, batting your freshly applied eyelashes at him. The perfect image of innocence. "You're very mean, Keito"

A groan left his lips, eyes darting backwards and forth from his feet to wall, like he was trying to look anywhere but your body, the racy set of lingerie you wore, and the leather strap-on and dildo held in your hand. "And I apologise for that, however, this.. thing... you have asked of me, its simply inappropriate! You cannot expect me to indulge in these silly ideas of yours"

You would have rolled your eyes if you weren't trying to keep up the image of someone innocence and sweet. Keito was clearly trying to convince himself he didn't want it just as much as he was trying to convince you he didn't, his face said it all. Flushed cheeks, fidgety hands, the faint budge growing visible through the confinements of his pants-something that he shamefully tried to hide by crossing his legs.

It was a challenge, one you were more than willing to accept.

"So you're telling me, I could strip myself naked right now, climb into your lap and ride your cock and drain your balls so much it looks like you've pissed yourself, and you wouldn't have an issue with that" You lifted the strap into the air, waving it around a few times. "But this is too scary for you?"

"Get out of that stupid outfit and put your clothes back on, (name). Now" Keito scolded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he finally made eye contact with you. "If you don't listen to me I swear I'll-"

You cut him off by jumping onto the bed, straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck, biting open mouthed kisses into his collar bone. "Don't go all Daddy on me now, I'm meant to be the dominant one here"

Keito gulped, his adams apple bobbing up and down as his eyes glossed over with a sweet mix of fear and anticipation. A layer of sweat had begun to form on the skin of his forehead, the redness of his cheeks moving to cover nearly his entire face. It was adorable how pathetic he looked, his hips grinding upwards into your barely covered heat.

The hard-on he had been so desperately trying to hide was now poking into your thigh, the tip leaking droplets of pre-cum and staining the front of his jeans. His teeth bit down hard against his bottom lip, drawing a tiny bit of blood as he fought back the urge to scream, to whimper, to beg for you to fuck him senseless. He was failing miserably, though, you could see right through those yearning green eyes of his.

"I know you want it~" You cooed, brushing the tip of the dildo against his cheek, coaxing a small grunt out of the man beneath you. "It's okay, you can let go. Better than cumming in your pants like some sort of horny teenager, no?"

Keitos eyes fluttered shut at the sensation of the cold silicone on his skin, his whole body tensing and untensing with each breath he took. "Just do it, please"

"What a naughty little slut you are"

"(name)~"

You giggled, bringing your hand not holding the dildo down to palm the outline of his cock through his pants. He was practically bursting through the fabric, throbbing with each tiny movement you made. You couldn't help but crack a smile at how adorable he looked. Finally at your mercy after months of teasing and denial on his part.

/--------

It wasn't long before your clothes had come off and you had Keito bent over on the bed, ass high up in the air and face pressed down into the pillows to muffle his moans and sounds of bliss. Slender fingers traced over the boney structure of his back and back down to his ass again, squeezing it and leaving bright red handprints all over.

The strap was tightly attached on your hips, the tip of the lube-covered dildo prodding against his puckered up hole. Keito let out a whimper at the feeling, arching his back even further so that just the smallest bit of the silicone spilled inside-almost like a desperate puppy begging for its masters praise.

"Don't fucking tease me-" SMACK!

You brought your hand down hard on his ass. The slapping noise echoed throughout the room followed by Keitos groans of pleasure. "Don't be a brat, or else I'll leave you here whining for me" There was a hint of sadism in your tone as you cooed out the cruel words, massaging over the area you had spanked. "Patience"

The man beneath you grumbled something unintelligent in response, probably something along the lines of 'I am patience' and 'just fuck me already'. But you decided to pay no mind to his mouthing off this time. Punishment for that could come later, right now all you wanted was to fuck your boyfriend stupid.

With that thought in mind, you at last started pushing the length of the dildo inside of Keito, slowly, inch by inch so you could indulge yourself in the sweet, beautiful moans he let out each time the toy sunk in deeper. His hole was so tight, sucking it in like a vacuum, like he was made to be used like this.

"Feels good? I bet it does, your such a whore for me, aren't you?" You bottomed out, his whines as you hit the deepest part inside him like music to your ears. "You like this?"

Keito nodded his head, whole body shaking as he reached one of his hands behind his back to wrap around his cock, which had been rock hard and leaking all kinds of juices onto the sheets this whole time.

But, you weren't going to let him get that release he craved, not by his own hands at least. So, you grabbed his wrist and pulled it back, earning another whimper and another mutter of curse words. "No touching, alright? You'll only cum when I say you can"

He didn't respond, too far deep into the pleasure he was feeling just from being full to do so. His face and the way his knuckles gripped the sheets until they turned white was enough of a yes for you, so you pulled the dildo all the way out, only leaving just a smudge of the tip inside, before slamming right back in without warning.

You set a fast paced and rough rhythm within the first couple of thrusts, your hips bouncing and slapping off of his with each one. The room immediately filled with lewd sounds; Keitos moans of pure ecstasy, your grunts of effort and sadism, the bed creaking from all the movement on top. Like an orchestrate of sex.

"Shit!~ Fuck, (name), you~!" The man was a mess, drool dripping down his chin, eyes blown wide with lust, the works. He could barely speak, only really able to let out babbles of your name and attempted insults.

You thought of how he usually acted, so prim and proper, controlling, and bossy as ever. Seeing him reduced to nothing but a dumb slut whose only thought was your fake dick inside him? It had your core clenching around nothing at all, and a ring of wetness pooling around your hole.

With one hand rested on his hips to keep you steady, you used the other to reach down and gently stroke his cock, meeting the thrusts of your hands with the thrusts of your hips. "Wanna cum, baby?" You leaned forward to lick a stripe from his ear to his neck, "Wanna cum like a little bitch? Then do it, show me how messy you can get all for me"

Keito didn't need to be told twice. Maybe half a secound after those words left your lips, hot ropes of cum were shooting out of his aching cock, covering your hand in the white sticky substance. His back arched until it looked as if it might snap in half, and his moans were so loud the whole world might have heard. It was a sight that left you in pure awe, truly, Keito had never looked more gorgeous in your eyes.

You continued to thrust into him through his orgasm, only stopping once he had gone limp and slumped down onto the bed into what could only be described as a puddle of sweat, cum, drool, and a withering mess of a man.

And damn, was it beautiful.

[bigification]

Inside Out - Elijah

"Fuck bro! I've been grindin forever and still can't break 220." Elijah said exhausted as he shared a cigar with buddy Mo.

"Have you tried bulkin, that's how you get the ladies." Mo responds

"Bro I bulked so hard this winter that I looked like a fatass and still couldn't get 220. And I gotta look good for summer, man. I can't be soft in front of the ladies."

"You should try this new thing they're callin inside out."

"Nah, I want to be all natural. Nothin but protein powder and hard work." Elijah said confidently while flexing his arms.

"I'm not talkin steroids, it's an app, just try it you won't regret it." Mo said as he put out his cigar and walked away.

Elijah spent the night thinking about what Mo had said, and finally gave in before going to sleep. He downloaded the app on his phone and booted it up.

"Welcome to Inside Out, where you can become your most authentic you!" Displayed across his screen. He pressed continue and felt a faint chill run down his spine. Though nothing happened, so he just shut off his phone and went to bed.

He woke the next day, intent on heading to the gym. Although he felt groggy, that wasn't going to stop him from his weight goal. He rolled out of bed and threw on his shorts, struggling a bit when pulling them around his ass. He put on his usual gym shirt, though it didn't seem as long as it used to. It used to be able to reach below his crotch and hid his morning wood, but now it barely reached the top of his crotch. It wasn't a big deal for him though because his bulge didn't seem as obvious as it usually did through his shorts.

He went through his normal morning routine, brushing his teeth, making a protein shake, and two eggs. Though two eggs didn't satisfy him like it usually did, so he ate 4, actually he ate 6. He then made another large protein shake before leaving. He thought it was weird how hungry he felt, but the thought of reaching 220 in the back of his mind told him it was okay to eat a bit more than usual.

He arrived at the gym and confidently strutted in with his chest puffed out, not noticing that the bottom of his belly poked out below his shirt. He went through his usual sets, ending up at the squat rack. He faced the mirror and began his squats, taking notice of how tight his shorts hugged his thighs. "Finally I'm starting to build muscle" Elijah thought, though it very obviously wasn't muscle that was filling out his shorts. He continued his squats until he noticed in the mirror, a couple guys looking at him. He thought it might be because of his impeccable technique, until they laughed and walked away. He quickly ended his set before realizing that his ass was showing above his shorts during the squat. He pulled up his shorts, struggling to get them past his crack.

He began walking to the bench press when he came across a girl doing squats. "Hey baby, I'll be done around here at 9 if ya need a warm bed to sleep in." Elijah called over. Though she just gave a disgusted look and ignored him, which was far from the blush and smile he usually got from his flirting. "Bitch." He whispered to himself as he walked away.

He reached the bench press, but there was already a guy there. He approached the guy and began to spot for him while he waited. Though Elijah didn't seem to notice that all the guy could see was the underside of his hairy belly as his shirt couldn't contain it anymore.

The guy finished his set and as he was about to leave, Elijah went in for a hand shake. "Good job bro!" Elijah said to the other man. In response, the man leaned in and whispered into his ear, "Thanks man, but maybe you should stick to the cardio section if you want that shirt to actually fit you." The man gave a condescending wink and left.

"Asshole!" Elijah said under his breath. He turned to sit on the bench but caught a glimpse of his image in the mirror. He froze as he analyzed the warped copy of himself that stared back at him from the other side of the mirror. The double chin peaking below his shirt beard. The soft pecs that were pressing against his tiny looking shirt. The hairy belly that hung out under his shirt. The plump limbs that were nearly ripping through his clothes. He saw the full extent of his fatass body.

In embarrassment, he ran to the men's change room. He tried holding his fat in place as he did so because he could feel his pecs and his gut bouncing with every step. He got into the change room and threw off his clothes, finally feeling free from their constraint. He looked at his naked body in the mirror as it continued to grow. He was covered in sweat just from the short run to the change room. The sweat soaked the thick pelt of hair that covered his body. He flexed his massive arms in the mirror, watching the fat droop below his biceps. He cupped his man tits in his thick hands and rubbed his large sensitive nipples. He let out a moan at the intense pleasure that courses through his body. He played around with his massive gut, picking it up and letting drop and bounce. He turned sideways and looked at the s shape his gut and fat ass made. He felt a poking feeling in the bottom of his belly and reached around his gut to investigate. He felt his hard dick poking into his gut, though something wasn't right. He was fully hard but his dick was only 3 inches long, a far cry from the monster he sported before. It only made it worse the pad of fat that developed in his crotch had swallowed half of his dick, making it look even shorter. Though the thought of that only made him hornier.

He grabbed a towel and attempted to wrap it around his hulking body, though it was far from large enough to do so. He simply held the towel over his crotch and walked into the sauna.

He sat beside a middle aged man. A man that sat completely naked, making no effort to cover his round gut and sagging man tits. He also made no effort to hide his dick as it shot up the moment Elijah sat beside him. Elijah himself was desperately trying to hide his hard-on, though he couldn't tell whether that was from his own body, the man's body, or both.

A few silent moments after he sat down, he felt the warm feeling of the man's thigh pressing against his own. Soon the man's hand had wondered it's away over to Elijah and laid softly on his thigh. He shivered at the man's soft hands rubbing his thigh, feeling the man's ring drag along his sensitive skin. Soon enough, the man's hand made its way under Elijah's towel and wrapped around his dick.

"I've seen you 'round here before. How does a young fit man such as yourself end up here, like this?" The man breaks the silence.

Elijah glances over, distracted by the pleasure coursing through his body. He looks down at the man's bloated gut and soft tits, then looks back up at the man's face.

"I'm a dad, it's kind of our thing." The man says glancing at his gut. "That's my excuse, what's yours?"

"I love the feeling of the fat engulfing my body." Elijah responds in between heavy breaths. It seemed to have gotten a reaction out of the man as his hand tightened its grip on Elijah's dick.

The man starts jerking himself off at the same time. They both started to moan as Elijah began to rub one hand over the man's body, and one hand over his own. It didn't take long for the man to shoot his load all over the floor of the sauna, and for Elijah to shoot his load all over his towel.

After a moment of silence between the two, Elijah spoke up. "You got any spare clothes I could wear home, mine.. ugh.." "Don't fit." The man responded, seeming to understand the situation. "Boy, my clothes stopped fitting you 100 pounds ago." The man said while slapping Elijah's belly. Elijah didn't understand for a moment, as the man was clearly fatter than he was. Though it didn't take long for it to click when Elijah looked down and saw a body fat more obese than the one he had walked into the sauna with. "Good luck boy, you might want to get out of here before you're too big to leave the sauna." The man said as he tossed his robe over to Elijah and left.

Elijah threw on the robe, unable to fully cover his crotch and far from being able to cover his gut. He strutted out of the sauna with his chest puffed out and fully away if the fact that his front side is completely naked. He grabbed a cigar from his bag and walked out to the outdoor pool. Confidently standing over all of the tiny men that sat around the pool. Imagine being under 350, he thought to himself.

[boxturret]

Bionicle Toa Posters

Did you know that there are multiple variations of the poster that came with the Toa in 2001?

Version 1

I would consider this to be the first version, and in some ways, the best. It features the fullest view of the Toa art and has the least clutter, just the Bionicle logo, Technic logo, and the ID number. The numbers have a consecutive range of 4130827 to 4130832.

The backside of this poster to my knowledge can have two variants. The first is a general Technic advertisement sheet only focusing on Bionicle in one corner, I assume this is the first version based on the 2000 copyright. The second is a much more Bionicle focused image that can also be found on the backs of many Rahi instruction books.

So version 1 has two variants, I would consider the second variant the "Optimal" Bionicle poster, as it has the clearest view of the Toa and the most interesting Bionicle themed back.

Version 2

The 2001 copyright date makes me think this is a later revision. Many things were added in this version, there is now a trademark symbol beside the Bionicle logo, full copyright text has been added along side the ID number, which is now vertical along the left side of the page, the Technic logo has been shrunk and moved to the right, and at the bottom a strip has been added featuring all the Toa similar to what can be found on the canister, although they're named here.

This version seems to exclusively feature the second back layout, which would fit which it being a later addition.

Version 3

At first glance this poster would seem to be the same as the previous version, but there are several key differences. The easiest one to spot is the dropping of the Technic brand, as this is from closer to 2002 (though it still retains the 2001 copyright), when Bionicle became its own line, rather than a subtheme of Technic. The ID number has also been shifted from the left to the right, being placed over the Kopaka tile in the Toa strip. This is the only variation to actually be given a new ID number, though oddly the numbers are not consecutive: 41760[67 | 72 | 74 | 81 | 83 | 85].

In fitting with the 2002 theme the back of this poster prominently features the Bohrok and several newer Technic sets.

There is also a slight error where Kohrak was misprinted, still featuring the identifier they must have used when assembling the image:

And that's all the information I've managed to gather on the posters. My sample size isn't huge, roughly 13 but it seems to be consistent with what I've seen online.

I've made recreations of all 3 types of posters for each of the 6 Toa and have uploaded them HERE.

And the raw scans can be found HERE.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith (Ch. 15)

Chapter Fifteen: Sunday

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You and Matt wake up on Sunday and talk about what's happened and where to go next.

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, unprotected sex.

A/N: Thank you all for being here since I started this fic in July. This has been my favorite Matt Murdock fic I've written because of the time and planning I put into it. If you've left a like, or reblog, or a comment on here, THANK YOU. It means the world to me to write fanfic and share it with people who want to read <3 Here is the final chapter of Blind Faith. I hope you like it!

Ao3 Link

Hell’s Kitchen

You stayed with Matt the whole weekend, and the whole weekend seemed to go by just as fast as it had come. One moment, you’re on your way to a date. The next, you’re blacked out and waking up in your savior’s apartment which actually turned out to be your boss’. Yeah, you could say you’ve had a long weekend. 

Your body felt fully recovered from the drug’s side effects, but it was your mind that still needed healing. Despite being saved from that terrible nightmare, you now were taking what you experienced with you everywhere. If it wasn’t you who poured a drink, you wouldn’t have it. 

Sunday. 

Bright and dry. Unlike the previous day’s weather of wet, stormy, and dark. 

And of course, the breaking news on Saturday morning. 

You didn’t want to spend more time than you needed to on him, but when you saw the breaking news flash across WHIH’s channel, your heart dropped. Zack was found by police and arrested for illegal drug possession. It occurred to you that you hadn’t seen him since the start of that dreadful night, so to see the footage of him knocked unconscious and bloody, tied to his dining room table, you froze. As soon as the image came on, Matt shut the TV off. 

Now, Sunday, you lay in Matt’s bed, with Matt beside you. Sunlight shone through his windows and onto the bed, lighting up the bottom half. You stretched under his silk blankets. 

Your legs felt sore from all the sex you had with Matt, which was going to be quite unforgettable once you’ve left. You looked around his living room through the half-opened sliding door and put it to memory: the brown, ratty leather couch. A mismatched dark blue chair. A light gray patterned rug. The brick walls. This bedroom that you’ve committed to memory of how soft his silk sheets felt on your skin just as you’ve committed to memory of the way he kissed your entire body.

You felt your heart flutter at the memory of Matt pulling you roughly against his body the night before. His hands tangled in your hair and pulled gently for his lips to find their way to your neck. Matthew, whispering in your ear that he’s wanted this for so long—he’s wanted you for so long. 

And there he was, doing it all over again. 

“Come here,” he murmurs half asleep, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close. 

He didn’t leave your side once this weekend, and you didn’t want him to. Mostly because you weren’t sure if you’d ever have another weekend like this. A weekend with him. Being with him in general. 

It was a question the two of you were avoiding after that first night: where do we go from here? 

You’ve certainly spent most of the time thinking of this. And you were afraid too much had happened for you and Matt to take things any further. But you haven’t said this to him…because you thought you wouldn’t be able to get the words out. 

You’re damn near close to tears even thinking of it. And you know Matt can sense them in the air. He doesn’t ask you why you’re crying. He just pulls you even closer to his chest and kisses your head. He brushes his fingers through your hair. And you want him, just one more time. Once more, before Sunday is over. 

Matt slowly drags his fingers down your back, slipping under the blanket. He traces over your ass and presses one finger on your wet pussy, a way to ask permission.

You nod your head against his chest, gripping his shoulders. 

Matt gently pushes a finger inside your velvety wetness, feeling your pussy tighten around his finger. He pushes deeper inside you, wiggling his finger to find your sweet spot. He knows he found it when you squirm in the bed and shudder against him. 

“One more time,” you whisper.

You’ve wrapped your legs around Matt’s waist and straddled him in one swift movement. The silk blanket slips off your body, exposing yourself in front of Matt again. 

Matt gasps as he feels your wetness coat his lower abdomen, not quite where he needs you most. His cock is swollen hard under the sheets, and he can hear his own heart beating hard in his chest. You lower your face and kiss him deeply, letting his tongue enter your mouth and lick your teeth. He places a hand on your neck and you place yours on top of his, encouraging him to squeeze lightly, and he does. You move the same hand over your right breast, and he feels how hard your nipple is against his palm. He moves his hand in a kneading motion.

Matt can feel and smell your wetness in the air, it makes him feel an intense need in his chest. You slowly inch your way down and rub your soft pussy over the length of his hard cock. Matt rocks against you and grabs a fistful of your hair, gently tugging. 

You reach for his cock and line it with your pussy. Bracing yourself for the pain, you slowly inch down the length of him, feeling his size stretch your tight pussy until you were completely wrapped around him. You feel full and feel a familiar tightness in the pit of your stomach. 

“Oh, God,” you whine as you feel Matt’s cock fully inside you. You begin to rock back and forth on his cock, the more you do, the more you need to feel him all around, like an itch needing a desperate scratch. Matt bucks his hips up into you, bucks his cock hard into your pussy, feeling you clench his hardness. 

“You feel like heaven,” Matt breathes out, letting you bounce on his cock fast and then slow. You slowly lift your pussy off before coming back down hard and feeling the tip of his cock touch that spot deep inside you. And you keep doing it again, and again, and again, bouncing as much as you need to feel him. 

“Mm,” you moan feeling your pussy clench tightly around Matt’s cock. You tilt your body backward and Matt reaches his hands to cover your breasts. He kneads them and bucks his hips into you, pushing his cock deeper. 

“That’s it,” Matt says in a guttural voice. 

He knows you’re about to come by the way you’re moaning and breathing so fast, so fast he almost doesn’t hear you asking him to come inside you again. 

“Matthew,” you say breathlessly as you keep bouncing on his cock. 

Matt places his hands on your waist and rocks you back and forth on his cock for you, as you’re losing pace from going too fast. You come all over his cock and moan so lightly, it causes Matt to finish at the same time, filling you with his hot come, and feeling it gush inside your pussy. He holds you still as he feels his cock pump come one, two, three, four times so deep, you shiver and fall against his chest. 

“God,” Matt moans against your ear, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock for one last drop inside you. It feels so good to come in you, to feel that tightness in the pit of your stomach, to feel Matt’s warmth fill you. It leaks out a lot, you spread your legs and feel Matt slide out of you and the familiar empty feeling of his size leaving you. You practically collapse on the bed again and watch as Matt finds a towel to clean you with. 

You’re shivering in the bed from your orgasm, and Matt takes no time in holding you against him again, as you come down from your high. 

“Was this all a good idea?” You find yourself asking breathlessly against his pillow. Matt’s next to you, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“What?” 

“What we just did.”

“You mean, what we’ve been doing all weekend?” He smirks. You want to wipe it off, but you feel a shiver down your spine as you imagine him covered with a black mask. It was still strange that it was him. 

“Yes,” you say. You’ve come to peace with Matt being your savior, but you weren’t sure it was something you could live with. Perhaps, now was the time to ask Matt: where do we go from here?

“Doesn’t seem like it was necessarily a bad idea,” Matt says lowly, referring to your wetness. You move to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t have found out what we would miss,” you simply say. 

Matt’s gaze moves to you, his brows furrowed. He reaches over to caress your chin, to guide you to look at him. 

“What do you mean?” He asks. But deep down, Matt knows exactly what you mean. 

“Tomorrow is Monday, Matthew,” you state plainly. “Tell me, do Karen and Foggy know you’re Daredevil?”

“Yes,” he answers. 

“Do they know I didn’t know?”

After a small pause, he nods. “Yes.” 

“How in the world do you expect me to walk into work tomorrow after a weekend like this? After they find out about us?”

“They won't think of you differently,” he shakes his head. “They’ll think of me differently.” 

“Matt,” you bite your lip, looking at his hazel-brown eyes. There was a time you were dying to know what his eyes looked like behind those dark red glasses. There was a time you were dying to know who he was behind that mask. “Think about what’s happened—what I’ve been through. We’ve been having this affair since the beginning of summer. We didn’t talk for a month, except at work, before I knew you were you. Friday, I was drugged and you saved me.” 

Matt clenches his jaw at the memory of Friday night. It makes him want to bring you closer to him again. But he doesn’t. 

“Then, I find out the man I’ve been seeing in secret was right under my nose all along,” you explain. “This is a lot for me. I can’t just pack it up and move on,” you reach over and gently run your fingers along his jawline, because this may be the last time you’ll ever be this close to Matt Murdock. 

“So what does that mean for us?” Matt asks, although he knows the answer inside. 

“It means, after today, that’s it. I’m going to resign from Nelson & Murdock tomorrow. I’ll write Foggy and Karen a letter and say—“

“You don’t have to do that. I’ll tell them.”

“They should hear from me,” you gently argue. 

“They will. But I will tell them everything.”

“Okay,” you sighed, “that saves me the awkward part of telling them I’ve been hooking up with you.” 

Matt smiles a little, but it quickly fades as your words echo in his ears. After today, that’s it. 

“Is it really over?” Matt asks. “After I finally reveal myself and we have this weekend, that’s it?” 

“Think about what it took for you to finally reveal yourself, Matt,” you whisper. “Look at how we ended up here.” 

As much as it pained him, it was true. What right did he have, after everything he’s put you through? 

“Okay,” he nodded. “If that’s what you want.” 

“It’s not that I want this to be the end,” you said in frustration, wishing he would understand what you were trying to say. “You’re all I’ve wanted this entire time.” You covered your face with your hands, feeling tears brimming your eyes. Why did it have to hurt so much, to make a tough decision like this? 

“I just—I don’t have the same faith I once did before,” you cry softly. “And I want you so bad. I want more weekends like this, I want to be with you, but—“ 

“Too much has happened,” Matt finishes your sentence, trying to remain composed. “I understand. You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s okay.” 

“Then why am I still crying? Why does it feel like this?” You wipe your tears away and look around his room again—your safe haven for the weekend. You didn’t want to go. 

“Because what I did to you wasn’t fair,” Matt says softly. “I ruined what could’ve been for us. I have to live with that. Not you,” Matt reaches over and places his hand on your cheek, urging you to look at him. He wipes a tear away with his thumb, caressing your cheek. “Not you.” 

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After your conversation, the two of you lay in his bed for a few more hours until you decided the longer you stayed, the harder the goodbye would be. You took a shower in his apartment and changed into the clothes his nurse friend left for you. When you finally gathered your things, Matt was waiting quietly on his couch.

“Ready?” He asks. 

“You don’t have to take me home, Matt,” you said, sucking in your tears. “I think it’s best I get a cab.”

“I want to make sure you’ll be safe.”

“I will,” you promised. “Please, Matt. Don’t make this harder for me.” 

Matt nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Let me walk you to the door, then.”

You wanted to smile at his attempts, but it only hurt your heart even more. With every step to his door, you slowed down your pace. Just as you reached for the knob, Matt did too, and your hands touched for a brief moment before Matt is taking your hand and gently pushing you against his wall. 

You close your eyes and let him do what he wants, because you want this, too. He leans down and gently presses his forehead against yours, the tips of your noses touching. Matt’s strong hands are on either side of your waist, and you’re taken back to all those times he’s held you on your roof, under a black mask. His lips ghost over yours, and it takes you to gently nudge him for him to fully press his lips onto yours. 

Matt holds you still as he kisses you deeply, more deeply than he ever has before. He takes this moment to remember your scent, your heartbeat, your breathing because he’s not sure when he’ll be able to be around you again. This is all he has to remember you. This moment that having blind faith has led him to—both of you. He kisses you again and holds your face in his hands. He pulls back to kiss your jaw, to kiss behind your ear, to kiss your neck. Matt will never forgive himself for this. 

“I love you,” you whisper. “I have to go.” 

“I lied to you, that one night,” Matt says with pain in his voice. “I do love. I love you. And I don’t want you to leave. But if it means anything, it’s the most intense feeling I’ll ever have to hold on to be left by you.” 

And with one last kiss, you’re out the door, out of his apartment, out of his life for a long, long time. 

When he hears you get inside a cab, Matt charges up his phone that’s been out of battery the entire weekend and calls Foggy to tell him everything that’s happened. 

TAGS: @starry-night-20 @sumsytee @queerqueenlynnn  @mattmurdocksstarlight @marvelcinematiquniverse @hailey-murdock @yeonalie (please let me know if I missed you!)

P.S. There will be an epilogue!

[cq-studios]

This one screenshot has so much I want to talk about in it so I’m gonna babble about it below the cut

(TLDR: CQ geeks out about translating the Scala Language)

Okay, so first off I’d like to say how much I love the newspaper vibe they are going for and achieving with menus. It has me gnawing on the walls. There’s just Scala Script (the Scala language, for clarity’s sake) everywhere and my code breaking brain is eating it up.

Speaking of which here’s what I’ve been able to translate so far (out of what I’ve been able to make out… the writing is pretty scuffed up in places and it’s not the highest quality image lol)

So the first thing I’d like to focus on are the banners. Each one has something written in Scalian underneath. Those things in order of left to right are “Daily”, “Item”, and “Avatar”, which uh, makes sense lol.

I think it’s a little strange that “Item” is the only one that isn’t exactly translated… like did they just forget the “S”?

On a more interesting note though, this one for one translation here means we now have an official Scalian character for “V”. Unfortunately the character used is pretty scrapped away, so I can’t be 100% sure, but I do think I know which character is used.

(Click/tap on the images below… for whatever reason they were just not formatting correctly)

I also considered it being the one below, but because of the location of the flecks I lean more towards the first one.

I also might have translated another new Scalian character but I’m not sure…

See, on the bar at the top of the screen it says “[unknown character]ho[same unknown character]colates”. I spent at least an hour trying to find out all the possible English words what it could be. I just filled in the blanks tried anagrams, the whole shebang (except for trying that with the other languages that are most likely to be used. Those being Japanese, for obvious reasons, and Latin, which has been used in Scala Script before on the manhole covers in KH3 Scala) and came out with one possible word: Chocolate.

And I must be wrong because that makes no sense, but in case I’m right, it’s here.

I tried to cross reference with KH3 signs to no avail so I’m a bit stumped…

Maybe the little blurb on the other side makes it make sense but it’s too blurry for me to read.

Next up I’ll talk about the “Weather”.

The top text is decently clear so I was able to work that out pretty quickly (pros of being fluent in this fictional language I guess lol) and thanks to that clear text I was actually able to make out a bit more of what was below it than I would’ve otherwise. See, the smaller letters are pretty blurry but I’m able to vaguely make them out. The “L” and “W” were what I caught first and I filled in the blank between pretty fast with some pretty simple connections. Once I’d seen that I realized that there was probably a high there too, and there do seem to be “H”s on either side of the word above it… and a “G”… and an “I” (I think, I was trying to double check but my iPad has significantly worse image quality than my computer).

As for the temperature, I tried my best but the numbers are probably inaccurate. They are very blurry.

Last but not least, here are a few of my smaller notes.

I’m a big fan of the Moogle stamp, but I could not tell you what the first word on that thing is. The second is “news”, clear as day but the first word doesn’t have any characters I recognize other than the “S”. I tried coming up with possibilities through context but I’m drawing a blank.

I also love the little Potion and Elixir advertisement in the bottom corner. Like, I’m so charmed by the art for it. That being said though, I also have no clue what the text next to this one says. I’m sure it’s an onomatopoeia of some sort but once again my brain wasn’t working with me.

If you guys have any ideas please let me know. I always love to have discussions and help.

(Also I know I left a whole text box out… I honestly have nothing to say about that. Not enough characters I recognize to decipher anything at this point)

[marsosims]

hi, hello! hope you have a wonderful day and lots of fun with the new pack! i was wondering how to decorate/build in the new world to make it realistic bc i want to lean into the whole SEA flair without making too sterotypical i hope you know what i mean lol so some help from someone who's filipino like yourself would mean lots for me!!

Before I answer this question, I'd just like to preface that I am NOT an expert and I'm just sharing my personal thoughts and ideas :)

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marsosims' tips to decorating tomarang builds

Use references. I think this is probably the most important tip that I can tell you. Use references, you won't regret it! Whether it's from google earth, Pinterest, or even drawings - you have a TON of reference materials!

Here are some illustrations: Top image is a still from the movie, "Hayop Ka!", Bottom left from Arlo Jhan Bayot, Right from Albert Tan

Here are some pictures - these ones are more or less middle class, but some shared characteristics between most of them are bright walls (usually cement, wood, and the occasional fake brick wall), fenced in yards (if you could call them that), wrought iron, and most importantly, plants.

PLANTS. GO CRAZY. SEA countries are located in the tropics, which means that they have very diverse foliage... SO like go wild if you want to (especially if building in the more rural part of Tomarang). People will also have a lot of potted plants, like:

(Bougainvilleas are usually a favorite - idk if the sims has any like it?)

OPEN LAYOUT FLOORPLANS. Most houses are open concept, and hallways for residential buildings are pretty rare in my opinion.

Another thing to note are dirty kitchens, which are basically outside kitchens that you do all of your cooking so that the smell doesn't stick to your things (this is important because as I said - most houses are open concept). Cooking inside is also pretty unpleasant because SEA COUNTRIES ARE HOTTTT.

Use tiles. With interiors, I'd say that it usually varies but a staple in most homes are tiled floors, because they are cool (not in a fashion way and more a literal way) and are resistant to floods.

I almost never see people have wooden floors unless the house was an ancestral house or the house is on the cheaper side (but even then, I usually see cement or tiled floors). If you do see some wooden floors, my bet is that they're one of those cheap linoleum / vinyl ones (idk what they are exactly)

I also never see people use carpets or rugs - probably a bit too much of a hassle to deal with (but they do exist!).

As for walls, they're usually just left as cement or wood. Wallpapers weren't all that popular until recently during the pandemic when people got bored and started putting up wallpapers ksdhbfsd

Use wooden furniture where possible! Plus points if you use glass somehow. Most things are wooden, and usually do not match with each other. It actually drives me crazy at home because none of the wood tones match, but it's comforting in a way. You can see an example of this on the image above. If things weren't made of wood, they were usually plastic :)

Display those trophies / certificates! Filipinos are VERY proud of their achievements. Feel free to display those trophies, certificates, etc. front and center of your homes, where guests can see them.

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These are all the things I can think of! I'm sorry it's a little rambly kscfksdfh I tried my best o7

If you have any questions, feel free to shoot them my way. ALSOO I'd just like to reiterate that these are just based on my personal experiences and thoughts and not everything I say may not necessarily be true for every SEA person (or even Filipino). OK BYE

[kyotakumrau]

2023.11.06 DIR EN GREY at CLUB CITTA

The beginning of the ending as Kaoru said.

The doors opened at 18:00, the start of the show was scheduled for 19:00.

The final sound check started 18:58 so it was certain the show won't start on time xD they were 14 mins late xD

The animated intro A book titled Phalaris opens and for a brief moment we see the text on the first page. Phalaris was always renowned as extremely cruel. (googling the sentence took me to Wikipedia, they actually simply copied the Wikipedia entry about Phalaris xD) In the intro Phalaris is portrayed as a parasite, changing it's forms one by one, from a larvae to an insect to a monster to a dragon to a brass bull, changing its hosts into something evil until they infect the next victims. The parasite growing inside their bodies into something grotesque and transforming them. A set of dice next to the book. Priests and prayers mixed with torture and dying girls, women. Is Phalaris a sickness of cruelty and hatred causing people lose their humanity? The members walked on the stage as the intro footage was shown on the front screen. They played Otogi as the images continued on the screen. The screen went down as Otogi ended.

Die had his fabulous hair and a black jacket with red stains. Shinya wore white shirt with silver decorations. Toshiya had a sparkly jacket with one sleeve only, shorts and long leather boots. Kaoru's hair was silver? grey? He had some kind od painting on his face but from my place I couldn't see properly what was it, like lines over his cheeks and forehead? (apparently he cosplayed Father Pucchi from Jojo😆) Kyo came wearing a black Adidas tracksuit, he removed the jacket a bit later on, staying in a white cotton tank top. He's growing a mustache or a goatee I think? His hair was parted and sleeked back a bit, not so much hair product to make it flat.

The set list was so interesting. The energy went up with the few following songs, then Oboro shifted the mood and finished with the Inward Scream. The sound/musical part of the inward scream was new. Kyo ended it with '壊れて・broken' cried softly. And after a brief pause they continued the set with The World of Mercy. The first line of 誰が知る？本当の私 本当の心 Kyo changed 'kokoro' to '意思・ishi' (intentions).

During Rinkaku's 'Minerva' we got to shout for him as he turned with his arms stretched to the sides.

The following flow with 13, keigaku, different sense and Eddie was so good! Kyo moved around his box to get fans to let go even more and give him more😁

The main set ended with Kyo leaving quickly. Fans were clapping and shouting encore. Btw we had to wear masks for this show but singing and shouting was allowed (so hot with a mask on😂)

Encore started with Increase Blue, very nice as Kyo got us singing and dancing. But when I heard the first notes of NATIONAL MEDIA BOYS I almost cried. I hoped they will do something as a tribute and they did😢❤️ Interestingly a lot of people didn't recognize the song and thought it was a new dir's song😂

TDFF and Rubbish Heap were pure 🔥 Toshiya climbed to the back of the stage so he stood at the bottom of the back screen, showing off his looooong leather boots and shorts.

Finishing with Kamui changed the mood drastically though. The footage matching the style of the intro started on the back screen. Some images of the war they used before but the main theme was different. A girl standing inside the sinking boat, the sea being so angry. Small group of people walking through a desert. A praying jew. A bible. A cross. A closeup of the chest of Christ, a trail of blood and next to it a trail of tears. So much death.

The footage ended with the tour title on the black background.

Kyo left very quickly after the song ended (usual for him, especially at the start of the tour). But Shinya did as well? Did I miss him throwing stuff or he really didn't? Die and Toshiya walked around the stage throwing picks, all smiley. Kaoru stayed the longest having fun spraying fans with water, then throwing those bottles into the crowd. I bet he was in the celebrating mood with Hanshin Tigers winning Japan Series. Before Kaoru left he pointed at the screen in the back to show there will be some announcements, waved and left :)

First we got 19990120 and then the special January tour info. We tried briefly for the second encore but the staff insistingly kept announcing that the performance is over so we clapped one last time and it was over.