#Big Sis Ave

[puppy-the-mask]

Fell and Ave things- Tw; Dark Humor, body horror, implied organ removal/human experimentation. Making light of a fucked up dynamic

Fell: good morni- why are you bleeding? I haven’t even done anything yet

Ave: hm? Oh yeah that. It’s a human thing, we bleed sometimes

Fell: well stop it

Ave: I can’t- it’s against my will. my body does it on its own like every month or so.

Fell: gross, why?

Ave: I dunno, you’re the one with the human anatomy book. You tell me.

~~~~~

Fell: It says here that it’ll stop when you’re 50

Ave: dang

Fell: …how old are you?

Ave: I dunno, how long has it been since you kidnapped me?

Fell: a couple months

Ave: oh, then I’m 16 now. Happy birthday to me

Fell: hmmmm… happy birthday indeed

Ave: 6-6’’’

~~~~~~~

Ave: … what did you do this time

Fell: birthday present

Ave: I’ve woken up strapped to the table, theres nothing you could’ve done while I was out that I would ever consider a present. Did you poke around my organs again?

Fell- pushing a biohazard bin behind him: technically no…

Ave: what the actual fuck is wrong with you

Fell: I’m the only one that gets to make you bleed @_@🔪

[pissestfishest]

cucumber simulation

[bi-writes]

Could we get some Simon POV on mail order bride reader? Perhaps his thoughts on how timid she is?? Pls and thanks!

mail-order bride

it is something that he knows as soon as you step over the threshold for the very first time. he's observant to a fault; he can't be surprised by anything because he pays too much attention to the small details, to the things no one gives a second glance.

the way your head whips around when a loud noise carries across the room. the way you jump when you weren't expecting him behind you, crowding your space. the soft way you talk, the way you constantly try to make yourself disappear when there are others in your vicinity.

it speaks volumes, this kind of behavior. this intense need to appease others, to not disturb them, tiptoeing to gauge reaction to make sure you haven't done anything wrong, that you haven't upset anyone.

simon knows this kind of timidness all too well. he sees the veil that you wear, the kind that flutters when a hand is raised; he recognizes it, and you are a reflection of a woman that he used to know.

a woman he used to look up to. one that he loved, and one that loved him back.

the more time he spends with you, the more unlike himself he feels, the more aware he is of the other half of himself that is so far away from him, a stranger. never in simon's life has he felt that same burning anger. he's never felt the need to make those around him afraid. he's never relished in being the bigger man, the stronger one--and when the voices get loud enough, he still remembers being the boy who hid under his bed until he was too big to fit underneath it.

so he makes his steps louder. he shuffles his feet on the carpet. he makes them heavier, soft thuds that can be heard in the hardwood of the kitchen.

he makes noise. in whatever room he's in, he makes it known. the clatter of his toothbrush into its holder. the metal scratch of hangers as he gets a jacket. the clatter of a mug in the sink. the thunk of his boots by the door.

you stop flinching. you stop looking over your shoulder. the sounds of his boots coming off, it brings you into the living room to greet him. when you hear his toothbrush in the bathroom, you shuffle inside so you can stand beside him and do the same. when you hear him in the kitchen, you always pad into the room, giving him those big, soft eyes and asking him for the millionth time if he needs help (no, go fuckin' sit down, too pretty to be workin').

there is a woman in simon's life who used to do the same. who used to be too scared of the world to ever live in it. who never got the chance to unlearn all of the ugly that the wrong man had taught her.

simon grabs the canvas bags in the closet, tossing them over his shoulder as he makes his way to the door.

"we're goin' t'be late," simon calls out. "won't 'ave the bread y'like 'f we don't leave now."

"coming! coming!"

you hurry into the living room, shrugging on your cardigan as you go for your purse hanging by the front door. you slip into your shoes, following simon as he walks out the door.

when simon makes his way down the steps, he expects to have to tell you to stop, to let him walk down the steps first so he can give you his hand; but when he turns, you're waiting there at the top of the steps, fiddling with your purse. he holds out his hand, and you take it on instinct, without even looking, letting him guide you until you've made it to the pavement and can walk to the car.

and when you make it to the passenger side, you're standing at an angle, putting your earrings on as you wait for simon to open your door.

as you wait.

after simon pulls the seatbelt around you and clicks it closed, he lingers, staring at you as you try and fix your hair in the rearview mirror. you pause, looking down at him, giggling.

"what is it, simon? i-is there something on my face?"

he sighs deeply, shaking his head. he lifts a hand, cupping your cheek, swiping a thumb under your eye before stepping back to close your door.

"no," simon mutters. "look bloody perfect."

there's no past with you. only present.

[heavenbarnes]

Thinking of being Ghost's fiance and making invite the 141 over for dinner to finally meet them and he begrudgingly accepts because anything to make u happy and they're still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that he's engaged

mmm omg your mind 🫶🏼

finally getting older bf!simon to have the 141 around your dinner was the equivalent of pulling teeth.

come to think, pulling teeth would’ve been easier.

“well fuck me for wanting to meet the people the man i’m marrying spends 90% of his time with”

“sweet’art y’know i don’t like bringing work ‘ome”

then you’d gone and put your hands on your hips with just one (1) eyebrow raised-

and the lads were knocking at his fucking door.

“gidday- don’t fuckin’ start w’me”

“some bloody way to greet y’guests, big man”

as he corralled all their snide little remarks about “didnae know ye’ owned a nice shirt” everyone managed to find their best behaviour upon your appearance.

it might’ve had something to do with the stunned silence.

when he’d begrudgingly invited them, they’d all been in a little bit of shock- first of all, ghost had a fiancé? second of all, ghost is letting us into his home?

then it all round off with, third of all-

ghost’s fiancé was a fucking looker, that’s for sure.

sweet, nice, bloody easy on the eyes- how the hell had he managed that?

you were just happy to meet the closest things to friends that simon had.

price took lead by drawing you into a hug, thanking you for your hospitality. followed closely by a sweet talking gaz who was already making your cheeks warm with his manners.

naturally, johnny had to chime in with some stupid little-

“nae wonder L.t disnae want us knowing about ye’, i’d keep ye’ all t’maself too”

he’s too slow to avoid simon’s flat palm coming up the side of his head, but it doesn’t dissuade him much.

he’s peachy fucking keen to meet you.

simon eats his tea with a tense jaw, rolling his eyes every time someone makes you laugh a little too long, tells another ‘embarrassing’ story about him.

he also keeps his palm firmly on your knee, nervous twitch of a thumb running circles over your skin.

when you pop out to the kitchen to fix dessert, they’re on him like starved dogs.

“all this time and not so much as a bloody photo?”

“kinda’ photos i’m gettin’ aren’t f’you lots eyes”

johnny nearly falls out of his seat.

you can hear them whispering all the way from the kitchen, for a bunch of SAS guys- they’re not very subtle.

simon’s got one ear on the shit chatter coming from his team and the other on the kitchen, waiting for the slightest sign that he might be able to join you.

it comes- in the form of a gasp from you followed by “ow fuck”

simon’s out of his seat like a bullet.

“what’s wrong- what ‘ave y’done?”

you know the 141 are watching, doesn’t take a genius to see the way they’re all craning their necks around the kitchen doorframe.

“i’m fine, si- just a little burn from the pan”

“lemme’ see, gimme’ y’hand”

so the 141 see their ghost, unshakeable mountain of a man- a face they never see-

and they see his face, and they see genuine fear on it.

they see simon.

your simon.

“i’m telling you it’s fine, si”

“i’ll make that call, alright”

and they’re all looking at each other across the table, trying to decide whether to be impressed or even a little jealous- they’re leaning towards jealous.

so instead they settle on taking the absolute piss out of him.

not that he minds-

before you could even reach your chair he was pulling you into his lap- having you eat dessert perched on his thigh.

as you settle back into his chest, you could swear you feel him laugh.

that hand settles back on your knee again but there aren’t nervous circles anymore.

more like gentle squeezes.

your simon.

right at home.

[yawnderu]

Continuation of Ghost getting painfully Brit when he's drunk bc you're not gonna look at this big fucker from Manchester and tell me he wasn't a roadman in his teenage years.

Part I

''Did man just exhale?'' Simon looked at Gaz with fake offense, gloved hand pointing towards you while you were... simply sitting there.

''I'm just breathing, Si.'' Maybe the mix of drunk idiots in your house wasn't a good idea, but it sure is fucking hilarious.

''Why you tryin' to use logic like I won't spark you, bruv?'' He's clearly messing around, playfully swatting your head out of the way as you walk past him. It earns him a sharp slap on the arm, making Gaz snicker.

''You 'aving a laugh, yeah?'' As if having two idiotic best friends isn't enough, the alcohol in their system does nothing but make them even more annoying.

''You wanna 'ave a go, mate?'' Gaz replies, eyebrows raised in amusement as he gets into a playful fighting stance, Simon following soon after but deciding against it after a second of consideration.

''Alright, calm, calm, calm.'' Simon finally sat down, clearly holding back his laughter. The giant Brit was way too fucking drunk to even think about sparring with anyone, let alone the man who holds the record in selection for the SAS.

''Say nothin', innit.'' They both settle down for once, only interrupted once Gaz lets out a sigh.

''Are you a lunatic, blud?'' Here he goes again.

[pirateprincessblog]

contract

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: a witcher (polish: wiedźmin) is someone who has undergone extensive training, ruthless mental and physical conditioning, and mysterious rituals in preparation for becoming an itinerant slayer for hire. this witcher is currently in novigrad, and is overshadowed by his fellow brother. whenever a contract for a monster is issued, it is geralt of rivia they expect. seonghwa has grown tired of the disappointed faces that greet him when he accepts a contract, and thus has decided to rest in the big city and let the other witcher do the job. even after geralt left for skellige islands in search of his daughter cirilla, seonghwa decides to keep aside out of spite.

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not entirely proofread forgive me! 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

the witcher sips his drink at the rosemary and thyme cabaret. the redanian lager in the wooden pitcher has never tasted worse, and the music has never scratched his ears as badly as tonight. he hated what jaskier has done with the brothel. a cabaret, he scoffs to himself.

"oi, witcher!"

the man sighs. even though he was forcing himself to drink the beer and didn't enjoy it, he also didn't enjoy being interrupted.

"'ave you checked the notice board? there's a witcher contract hangin' there for weeks!" the accent behind him is rough. a dwarf, he guesses. but he doesn't have to guess, because the short figure appears in front of him and slams the crumpled piece of paper on the wooden table. "while you're 'ere tryna plough some whores, there's a threat inside the city gates!"

"geralt can handle that." the witcher mumbles, pushing the paper away. he drinks another sip of the warm beer, eyes fixed on the discarded medallion next to his two swords on the table. "he is the mighty wolfie. i'm sure he'll handle it."

"in case ya haven't noticed," the dwarf dares to get into the witcher's face, even goes as far as to flick him on the forehead. "the white wolf has gone lookin' for his lost lass. he is probably already in skellige, solvin' contract after contract and still workin' on finding cirilla. like a true witcher."

when the witcher's eyes start glimmering a familiar yellow, and his irises resemble the cat's, it is a sign for the dwarf to back away. the man places the pitcher with a loud thud on the table, then slowly stands up. his armor clinks as he moves, and his glowing eyes drill into the man's scared ones. still, the shorter male doesn't flinch, even if his eyes give away his emotions.

"when the white wolf comes, he can solve your fucking contract." the witcher doesn't need to raise his voice. the way he growls is enough to make a beast tuck its tail and lower its gaze. which is what the dwarf should be doing now. "as if you know what a true witcher is. stupid humans, hiding in your houses at every wolf howl and owl hoot, burning mages and sorceresses at stakes because they are different than you, casting elves out, calling us witchers mutants, yet crying for help and leaving pathetic notes and contracts on notice boards when you realise just how weak and mortal you are compared to all of us."

"young lasses 're getting killed left and right, and you only care about yer dick and where to get drunk."

"well, certainly not here anymore."

the taller man throws a few coins on the table, not bothering to pick up the ones that fell on the ground. he then takes his swords and puts them on his back, along with the crossbow. the medallion necklace rests in his pocket this time instead of around his neck.

as he makes his way outside, the music doesn't stop, nor do any of the guests or dancers turn to look. they are used to the moody witcher by now. yet the dwarf doesn't give up.

"ye know, i wish geralt were here. he has a daughter. he wouldn't think twice before accepting this contract. you? you are just a coward."

"hey, hey! seonghwa, endarn! you're upsetting my guests!"

"mind your business, jaskier. i am out of here anyway. doubt i'll come back any time soon. you and your cabaret." the dark haired witcher, seonghwa, spits on the ground.

the young bard rolls his eyes. if he didn't know geralt, he would have a very bad opinion about witchers. "passiflora is just a few blocks away. you know, a real brothel. also, not to be rude, but you were a few crowns short back there."

seonghwa grunts. he reaches into his pocket and finds a few more coins, then throws them behind his back and follows the trail to the famous brothel.

"are all witchers 'xcept geralt like that?" the dwarf asks, disappointed.

the bard takes the contract from his hand, looking at the messy hand-writing, then at the stumbling witcher. "no. just the cat school ones. or so i've heard."

meanwhile, seonghwa has found his way to the passiflora brothel. he isn't usually like this, really. but recently, people have been asking for witchers, and when he'd show up, they'd be disappointed it is not his friend and colleague geralt. witchers are not supposed to feel or show emotion. but seonghwa has had enough. just a week ago he had slayed a striga, and the only gratitude he got was a raw fish into his face and a few crowns. he wasn't sad. he was angry that these people had the audacity to plead for help and be picky about it.

he wasn't ploughing anyone. the brothels were the only place where he had peace. people too focused on lust and fun, it allowed seonghwa to sit in the corner and sip his favourite kaedwenian stout in peace. he'd sometimes take a girl upstairs, only to give her a pouch of coins so she can leave him to sleep in peace. some would be relieved, some offended. but seonghwa didn't care. all he wanted was rest.

tonight, however, he needed to switch locations. ever since jaskier met his soulmate, his brothel has transformed into a cabaret. yes, the bard wanted to do that before meeting her. but he delayed it. and seonghwa liked it. now? everyone was at his neck, especially since they discovered that jaskier knows not one, but two witchers. favor here, problem there, and seonghwa couldn't catch a break. this one has rats, this one has a ghoul in his basement, and this one wants to act tough and challenge him to a fist fight so he can win a girl over.

the dark haired man glances at the wooden sign that reads passiflora, before carefully entering. he is greeted with a rather sweet scent and sensual music. the people inside aren't half naked like they were back in rosemary and thyme. they were dressed in prettiest dresses, had their hair decorated with all sorts of pins, and were in elegant make-up. a true refreshment. the place didn't reek of sweat, and wasn't loud at all. no sights of shirtless men with their hairy belly out, no women with missing and unbrushed teeth, no stench of alcohol and bodily fluids. seonghwa was pleasantly surprised.

"ah, a witcher!"

and there it is.

"please, do come in. care for a drink? your first one is on the house."

odd. the middle aged woman didn't bombard him with a plea for help. nor did she look at him with judgement. "thank you...?"

"mathilda is enough." she smiles at him. seonghwa can't remember the last time someone smiled at him genuinely.

"thank you, mathilda."

mathilda turns out to be the owner of the brothel. she has black hair, with dozens of grey strands blending in it. her face has minimum makeup, or so seonghwa thinks. what does he know about makeup? her dress is modest, and he comes to a conclusion that she might be retired. she is also very pleasant to speak with. so pleasant that the witcher doesn't realise how fast the time is passing and how much more talkative he is getting.

"so, which one of the girls has caught your attention?" the woman turns away from the bar, and so does the witcher. he sips his third drink of the evening as the woman points at the girls in the room. "we've got a few new girls, eager to prove themselves. how do you like them?"

when seonghwa glances at the clock, he decides it might be time to go and rest. so he skims over the pretty girls that dance and speak to other customers. some of them are relaxed, as if this is their home, and some are stiff and nervous. his yellow eyes then pick up a figure in the corner, standing all by herself with her arms folded across her chest. her hair is decorated with gold hairpins, and head chain sits prettily on her forehead. it reminds seonghwa of an elven princess. her dress is a deep green, parting at her thighs and falling to the ground. it has a deep cut that goes to her stomach, and it seems that she is trying to hide her exposed skin.

"ah, y/n." mathilda notices his lingering gaze. "good luck with it. i gave her another week to relax, i won't push her yet. if she doesn't change within a week, i'll have to fire her. shame, really. she is gorgeous, and has brought me many new customers."

seonghwa hums. he then locks eyes with the beautiful figure's ones, and downs his beer. to both his and mathilda's surprise, the young woman makes her way towards the bar. for a moment, they think that she might pass by them and just order herself a drink. instead, she places her hand on the witcher's chest, feeling the cold silver armor under her palm.

"good evening, witcher." her voice is as sweet as honey in seonghwa's ears. he is mesmerized, and she has only spoken a few words to him. "come to release some stress?"

seonghwa watches as her glossy lips move while she speaks. subconsciously, his hand reaches for her cheek to cup it, thumb grazing over her bottom lip and eyes focused on the tongue that peeks out to lick the tip of his finger. he almost shudders at the action. the young woman is determined to prove herself, and goes a step further. she wraps her small hands around his big one, and guides his thumb between her lips, gently swirling her warm tongue around it and sending shivers down the witcher's spine. seonghwa feels his trousers tighten; something he hasn't felt in a while.

she releases his finger with a soft pop, but keeps his hand safe in hers near her chest. "i've always wanted to meet a witcher."

and how could seonghwa refuse her, when she looks at him with big pleading eyes, her chest heaving, and with her lip gloss smeared. the desire to smear it further awakens in him, and he wastes no time in paying for his drink and thanking mathilda. the young woman keeps the witcher's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers as she leads him upstairs and into one of the rooms.

usually, this is the part where seonghwa explains that he is not interested in any sexual interactions. but the way the green dress slides off her body, and the way the fireplace illuminates her skin makes his head spin. she turns around, body bare except for the cotton panties that sit on her hips. seonghwa, however, is still in his witcher gear. the feline armor is suddenly too heavy on him. she seems to hear his thoughts, because she is quick to approach him and press her warm bare chest against his clothed cold one. her delicate hands slip around his waist, and on his back, until they reach the belt that holds his weapons.

"may i?"

it only takes a nod from him to get rid of the entire armor and the clothes underneath. he is now also left in his underwear, and he can't wait to take them off too.

"can i give you a massage, witcher?"

seonghwa swears he hasn't heard a voice so seductive... ever. smooth, sweet, breathy. the way she sighs and breathes against his neck as her fingers work on the knots on his shoulder blades relaxes him. before he can fall asleep on the chair in front of the mirror, she wakes him up with a playful hair pull. he only scoffs with amusement. his eyes follow as her last piece of clothing slides down her smooth thighs and pools on the ground. then, she herself gets on the ground on all fours, and crawls over to the stunned witcher.

"what are you-"

"hush, pretty." if seonghwa had anything to add or even finish his sentence, a gasp stops him. he watches as the young woman catches the string of his underwear between his teeth, and pulls until they come loose and fall to the ground.

is she really new?

seonghwa does not complain. he does complain however when she stands up, taking his rough hand in her soft one and guiding him towards the bed. the sight of someone like that getting on her knees for him was a first, and he wanted to savor it just a tad bit longer.

"talk to me, witcher." she climbs on top of him, soft smooth skin caressing his scarred and rough as she lays on top of him. her breasts are squished against his hard chest, and his hands immediately reach for her waist to hold. "tell me what you want. i'll give you all of it."

seonghwa stops for a moment. he isn't sure what he wants. yes, he slept with women before. he slept with sorceresses too. all of them were the same; get it in and over with. seonghwa would simply lay there and let them chase their own pleasure. he would reach his own too, and he never thought further of it. they even complimented him, saying how no man has made them feel that good, that their partners would usually do it for themselves and leave them to finish on their own. now, however, seeing this beauty pressed against him and looking at him with pure desire, he might discover something new. he might put himself first. not that he didn't enjoy the previous encounters. he is just eager to see what she has to offer him. "i give you full freedom to do whatever you wish to me."

her lips stretch in an excited smile, and her eyes have a certain glint. if seonghwa wasn't so painfully needy right now, he would've questioned it. true witcher style.

"just... one thing."

"yes?"

seonghwa's hands reach for the green dress that was dropped on the floor. he hands it to her, and she looks at him with confusion. was he rejecting her?

"put it on."

"but- why?" her lips form a pout. "did i displease you somehow?"

the dark haired witcher smiles. he then simply sits up on the bed, hands still firmly planted on her waist as she fumbles with the green fabric. "no. you just look too stunning in it to leave it on the floor. no panties."

"oh." she exhales, relief washing over her body. "you do realize that you're the first man i've given myself to in this building and you're asking me to cover up?"

seonghwa doesn't respond, but instead watches her dress. her look is complete once again, except for the heeled boots that still lay on the floor. not a single sorceress he has met could compete with her. "so you were waiting for a witcher to be your first?"

"perhaps." her hands reach for the pins in her hair, but seonghwa stops her there too. she then scoffs in disbelief, but obeys anyway. "whatever i want, huh?"

"whatever you want." seonghwa sighs, body fully relaxing on the soft bed and eyes closed. his hands remain on her now clothed waist. he doesn't know what it is, but it gives him a sense of dominance, even if she is the one on top. her body feels small and fragile, and he has the urge to hold her, as if to protect her.

a sweet scent of berries envelops his senses, as well as his mind. her breath warms his neck, just a small warning before her lips attach to his skin. he can't help but flinch. she smiles against him, grazing his neck with her teeth. "found a sensitive spot it seems."

seonghwa only hums. his grip on her waist hardens as she kisses along his jawline, and her nails softly graze the path from his chest, down his stomach and to his defined v-line. finally, she attaches her lips to his. her other hand finds its way to his dark hair, softly massaging his scalp and lightly pulling the strands as he kisses her back. seonghwa feels as if this is his first proper kiss. nobody has ever kissed him before with such desire.

she grinds her hips against his, core lightly grazing his aching crotch, not yet giving him what he needs. as if he wasn't burning with need already, feeling her wet core slide against him only set him further on fire. he never said he was a patient man anyway.

he flips her on the bed with ease, now him being the one on top and in charge. his lips hungrily search for hers, tongue yearns for hers, and hands play with the sheer fabric of the dress. he doesn't care where he touches her. he just wants to feel her.

"thought i had full freedom?" she teases into the kiss.

he doesn't reply, instead biting her lower lip and sucking at it. she whines at the sweet pain, and if seonghwa didn't feel her body arch against his, he would've stopped. his lips chase hers, and no matter how many times his tongue rubs against hers, teeth clash against hers, and lips wipe the remaining lip gloss off hers, he can't get enough. "you taste so sweet."

even though he could spend the entire night just kissing her and feeling her body squirm under his, seonghwa proceeds to leave kisses down her neck, then the exposed skin between her breasts and all the way to her belly. the dress opening ends there, but it doesn't stop him. he disappears under the green ruffles, nose bumping against the soft folds and tongue searching for the source of heat. 

he never did it. he wasn't exactly sure how. all he knew is that he needed to taste her, all of her. with a single swipe up her folds, he has her squirming. he subconsciously grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to his face, holding her in place and burying himself into her core. she does taste as sweet, and smells as delightful. the noises that travel to seonghwa's ears are new to him. never did he hear a woman be so whiny and loud. moans? sure. but whines? that was new. and he wasn't sure if it is a good or a bad thing.

"please..." she finally mutters a word.

the witcher emerges from the green ruffles of her dress, sending her a questioning look. when he sees her flustered face and heaving chest, sleeves pushed down so that her breasts are exposed and her hands playing with the tense nipples, seonghwa realizes what he has been missing out on. there was more to it all than just an orgasm.

and he was going to savor all of it.

"please." she begs again. "i'll be good, just please..."

"please what?" the witcher questions.

"give me something. anything." she shudders when his finger grazes her tense clit. "please."

seonghwa doesn't wish this to end yet. he is loving the impact he has on someone. on her. he can't get over her beauty, or her taste. when he finishes taking in the sight of her half naked and flustered state, he attaches his lips to her clit once again, tongue swiping over the sensitive bud in circular motions and fingers searching for her leaking hole. her moans are more high pitched, and the grip on his hair stronger as he slowly inserts his finger inside. he wastes no time in adding another one, slowly pumping in and out and exploring which motions make her louder and her fingers pull at his hair harder. when he finds a certain spot on her upper wall, he abuses it, to the point where she shakes under his touch and moans turn to a blubbering mess.

"oh, witcher-" she gasps, body suddenly tensing and thighs squeezing around his head.

seonghwa doesn't have time to process what is happening, because he is greeted by clear fluid splashing his face. he doesn't stop yet, even though he wasn't exactly sure what happened. the young woman is a twitching mess under him, grinding her hips against his face and riding out her orgasm. when she starts pulling at his hair to pull him away from her, he takes it as a sign to stop.

"well," he flips the bottom of her dress over, exposing the abused core to the cool air that comes from the open balcony door. "i've never done that before."

"me neither." she admits, face red with embarrassment when she sees the witcher's soaked face. "i'm sorry."

"don't apologize. i am the one that should be apologizing."

"what for?"

instead of answering, he simply kisses her once again, savoring every caress of her tongue against his and every little noise she makes as his hands travel up her body and to her exposed breasts. the rough skin of his worn out fingers give her tense buds a gentle sensation. just enough to have her body arching against his and seek more of his warmth and touch. as she busies herself with playing with his hair and caressing the scars on his back, seonghwa slowly slides inside, letting out a low groan at the warm welcome.

he misses the way her eyes widen and her nails dig into his back. he is halfway in, struggling to go further. when her pretty face makes a painful grimace and a cry leaves her lips, seonghwa stops. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," she blinks her tears away.

"tell me." the witcher cups her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and wiping the tears away.

"you're big."

his brows furrow. at first he isn't sure what she means, but when he feels her walls clench around him, he realizes. "oh."

"it's alright. keep going." her hands cup his face now, mimicking him. "just go slow."

but the witcher finds himself getting impatient once again. the way her warmth squeezes around him makes him see stars. and just like that, seonghwa finds himself snapping his hips into hers. a painful moan escapes her pretty lips once again, and seonghwa is quick to press his lips into hers to conceal it. she is mess, shamelessly moaning into his mouth whenever his hips collide with hers. tears roll down her cheeks once again, and this time, seonghwa doesn't stop. instead, he slows his pace, opting for sensual moves rather than rough ones.

"you're so big..." she sighs against his lips. "you're going to split me open."

if he could get any rock harder, he would. hell, he might even cum right there and then if it wasn't for the slow moves he was forced to do. "are you complaining?"

"not a bit."

tears of pain soon seem to transform into tears of pleasure, because when seonghwa starts snapping his hips against hers again, she only moans and groans. her walls tighten around him, announcing that she is close again. the witcher holds her waist in place, and his eyes can't get enough of her expressions, or the way her body responds to him and looks so fragile in his arms.

"cum in me, witcher." she begs. "fill me to the brim."

and seonghwa does just that. his moves become sloppy, and his concealed groans are now loud and clear as he pumps his seed into the beauty below him. he sees a slight bulge on her lower stomach when he goes to look where they are connected. fuck, he wants her again. and again and again. until the sun rises, just to watch the pure bliss on her face again.

"are you close?" he asks breathless. he is not yet overstimulated, he is just getting started.

"shut up." she chokes out, clearly focusing on reaching her peak and not wanting to be disturbed.

this time, instead of a moan of ecstasy, her mouth opens without any noise coming out. her eyes roll back, almost all the way, before her body starts twitching as waves of pleasure wash it over. her nails dig into his back, so deep that they pierce his skin and have him wincing in pain. then, her eyes roll back. and seonghwa stiffens.

dangerous red irises stare back at his yellow alert ones. the witcher instinctively reaches for the sword on his back, only to be met with emptiness. the figure below him gives him a wicked smile, with fangs on full display before latching herself onto his neck and piercing his skin once again.

fuck.

seonghwa didn't expect to be awoken in the bed he was in last night. truth be told, seonghwa didn't expect to be awake at all. however, when he tries to move and reach for his weapons that lay on the dresser next to the bed, strains prevent him. strains on both his wrists and ankles. the blinds are blocking the morning sun, keeping the woman who sat in front of the mirror safe. for now.

"why am i alive?"

she looks at him through the mirror, smile dancing on her lips. she runs a comb through her hair and removes the golden pins in the process. "good morning, little witcher."

"let me go."

"well, since you asked so nicely." she rolls her eyes, standing up from the chair and approaching the bed. the green dress is replaced by rags seonghwa usually saw in the war destroyed villages of velen. all of her jewelry sits on the dresser in front of the mirror, including the headpiece that drove seonghwa crazy last night. "come to think of it, i never got to return the favor. you were so eager to fuck me."

he doesn't have to question, because she gives him the answer by running her nails up his thigh and to his crotch. "stop that."

"your cock says otherwise, slayer." when seonghwa doesn't respond to her touch, she huffs. "boring. well, off i go. you better not go anywhere while i'm gone."

seonghwa had many questions on his mind. he didn't know which one to ask first. and he didn't know whether or not he will get a truthful answer. or an answer at all. after all, this was the higher vampire he had a contract on. how foolish of him to leave that medallion in his pocket instead of around his neck. it would've vibrated the moment she laid her hand on his armored chest, and she would've been dead by now.

"isn't mathilda going to question this... situation?" he looks at the ropes holding him to the bed.

"mathilda doesn't care what happens during the day. she only needs the rooms free at night. this room is mine, and i can use it however i please."

"why are you dressed like that?"

"as if you haven't stumbled upon false beggars by now. please, seonghwa." she straightens her rags, and glances at herself in the mirror once again. "you think of us monsters so lowly. like we are stupid. thing is, you're not that different. you're not a human. you're just a mutant."

seonghwa hums, unamused. "it's daylight. how will you go out?"

"there's shades in this city. plenty of them. now, be a good little witcher and stay here." she plants a kiss on his forehead, then turns to leave.

but the witcher is quicker, and grabs her by the rags and tosses on the bed. while he was questioning her, he managed to free one hand from the ropes with his teeth. her eyes turn red again, anger evident on her face.

"silly witcher." her teeth are quick to sink into his flesh again, causing seonghwa to growl with pain. she slurps on his hot blood, moaning in the process, the scent and taste of iron giving her bigger pleasure than anything else. when she pulls away, she has a look of victory and proud on her face. right until seonghwa smirks.

"true. i do think you are stupid." she steps away from him, suddenly feeling dizzy. while stepping back, her shoe kicks something on the floor, causing it to shatter. an empty potion bottle.

"what- what have you done?"

the witcher then frees his other hand, and reaches for his silver sword while the vampire tries to decipher just what he did to her. she gets her answer when she looks at herself in the mirror, veins prominent and pitch black. shaky hands hurriedly get rid of the rags and expose her body. he drank a potion to poison his blood because he knew she'd drink again. her eyes catch a glimpse of the shiny silver through the mirror, and she is quick to dodge it and jump on the bed.

the cut off and untied ropes hang uselessly from the bed frame. or maybe not completely useless. "how should i kill you?"

"no, please." the young woman sits against the bed frame, knees pulled to her chest and hands hugging them in defense. "please."

"i am doing you a favor by asking. silver..." he holds the shiny sword up, runestones making the marks green and match the dress on the floor. "or gold." he points to the balcony door with blinds. a ray of sun has managed to break through, lighting up the medallion that now rests on his chest, vibrating and alerting to danger.

"please." she begs. "i just want to live. we just want to live."

"so does the folk. and you don't let them."

her teary eyes don't work on seonghwa this time. they only make him angrier. she used him. and he fell for it. he was angrier with himself for allowing a woman's seducing to work on him like that. if she were a sorceress, he'd understand. he cannot escape the strong grip of magic. but a vampire? all these years of work and training seemed for nothing. he only hopes geralt doesn't find out about this.

"i don't kill. i just feed!"

"you feed on women and children."

"children are just weak. and those women weren't worth anything! their husbands would come and fuck me, and then offer their wives to me!" she then gets on her knees, hands in a pleading motion. "please, witcher. you kill to survive. so do i."

"no."

in a few seconds, the young woman is bound to the bed, hissing and growling at the witcher as he approaches the balcony door.

"i kill to save people. you kill to save yourself."

with that, he pulls the blinds, allowing the sun to enlighten the room and the nude figure on the bed.

"your kind will no longer torment people. i won't stop until i've killed the last one of you vampires, hags, wraiths and ghouls. i exist for the sole purpose of exterminating you. and that is what i'll do. even if it takes all my life."

the vampire is in no position to form any sentences, body seething and glowing under the morning yellow sun. the witcher is unfazed, already used to it. he calmly puts his armor back on, puts the weapons on his back, and gives the vampire a final glance before going downstairs to sign the contract and collect his reward.

[ladyelissarose]

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“Mmph!! -aby! Hol- on. mmm.”

“No- mmhmm.. let me -ave you.”

You were too caught up in Simon’s passionate kisses to even pay attention to his pleas and listen to them. But it had been a whole two LONG months since you two have seen each other, all because you were sent on different missions. And now that you had him back in your hold- there was no way you’re letting him go.

How your relationship worked out was beyond those who knew, but some spark had ignited a flame between the two of you since first sight, and that fire was growing and never ending on both of your watches.

So on his thick thighs you sat, holding his cheeks with his mask bunched up at his nose, giving him open mouthed kisses, wanting to taste and remember all of him as you had gone endless days and nights without him.

Simon groped your thighs tightly after he had left his fingers printed on your hips, missing what you felt like under his touch while all over him, he needed to feel you again, as you were his and only his.

Teeth practically crashing and lips probably bruised by now, you two shared breaths and hearts were synchronizing into one beat, you two becoming one.

You moaned into Simon’s mouth after he tightened his hold on you and lightly bit your bottom lip,

“Si- mmph! Easy solider... muah!”

You gave him a firm kiss before pulling away, a little streak of who knows who’s saliva of the two of you is lingering on your lips. Simon wiped it away gently with the pad of his thumb as he attentively heard you ask ever so sweetly,

“Si... can we do a bath when we get home?”

His eyes holding only love and admiration for you as you sat above him like a queen on her throne. He couldn’t even think of you lustfully as you beautifully sat right on him, sometimes all he wanted was to be loved and feel it in his chest beating out erratically. Feel fully satisfied in and out by your simple touch and loving words.

His brown eyes were raking all over your face as he nodded slowly, his fingers rubbing small circles on your waist,

“Of course love.”

A soft smile made it up to your lips at his agreement, since he wasn’t always up for touchy-touchy stuff. But also because you were feeling touch deprived of him, you went on for more,

“With the bubbles an-“

He nodded once again but as he bud in to finish your words,

“-and the candles, wine.. kisses... and se-mmmmph..”

You planted a long kiss on his lips, cutting him off as you were feeling even more happy. Cherishing Simon’s openness with you, and grateful that he was letting himself go and giving himself a chance to feel love and peace.

“-on’t sto- mmph..”

“Shh- mmmph-“

Breathing hard through your noses as you both couldn’t- refused to separate or go light on the kiss, choosing to deeply demonstrate your love even if you suffocated for it. Tasting and feeling him was Heaven and a whole new boost of hope for you, a beautiful gift. And for him you were a boost of life and reason to live.

Simon’s strong arms held you up and close to him, you could feel every part of him under you and his scent was so engulfed in you. Everything of him was in the palm of your hand, and with the heart you have given him, you loved and treasured him.

From back then compared to now- there was a big difference on how Simon accepted affection. Before you could barely hold his hand without him flinching away, holding a slight fear in his eyes along with uncertainty. It was hard for you at first to adjust with him, and show him in the smallest ways, that what you had to offer to him was safe and full of love.

Baby steps is what it took for Simon to finally be here and open up to you, receiving and giving affection or touch. Now in the comfort of his own room or yours (for he never showed strong PDA outside, he had a stern reputation to keep and you agreed with it- he was the Ghost after all.) He’d hold you close and wouldn’t let go for long periods of time.

“I missed you... so much.”

Hearing anything of vulnerability coming from Simon was rare, but cherished nonetheless when it came, as it was very genuine and heartfelt.

You planted a sweet kiss on his forehead as his doe eyes continued to admire everything about you that was all his,

“I miss you too sweetheart... I’m happy you’re ok.”

A small smile pulled at his lips,

“I’m happy you’re ok too love... I am happy with you.”

The cold, distant and bitter Simon was no longer around once he got to know you, you had become the light and joy of his life, and you had changed him completely- you saved Simon’s life before he let Ghost consume him fully.

You were the balance between the two lives he carried, you loved them both equally and were present where he needed. Either to stand by his firm choices on the battle field or watch his six- or to cuddle him at night when he needed to feel you after a rough day or nightmare.

Simon let his hand rest on the back of your neck, letting his fingers weave through your hair before pulling you close again, foreheads resting on one another while your lips barely touched, eyes closed in peace. He left his hand there and the other rested on your back, yours were planted on his firm chest, feeling his calm breaths fill him up and steady his heart beat under your palm.

“I love you Simon..."

Simon smiled fully and pressed your lips on his, letting you feel it, and without moving or anything else he replied against them,

“I love you more.”

[messylustt]

El Trato request: HCs on Hobie being the petulant lil brother that won’t share his big sis with her new boo Miguel

ok. i love this ( el trato (the deal) series )

when everyone had found out about you and miguel, all their reactions were versitially different, but hobie brown’s was the most skeptical.

he had had an inkling about you both for a while—even before you and miguel had realised your own feelings—and maybe at first he had found it refreshing, seeing "scary" miguel spare you small glances when you weren't looking, while he'd fiddle with your bracelet that rested on his wrist.

but hobie's feelings towards the situation began to grow a tad sour, because now every chance miguel got he would seek you out, taking you away from...say a lyric session between you and hobie.

you'd be nodding along to a few lyric ideas—hobie's guitar laid across his lap—as you'd chip in possible word changes. hobie loved when you'd change things up.

but then you'd be turning away from him, gazing up at the appearance of miguel who would "not so subtly" tilt his head to the side, asking you to go with him.

hobie at first brushed it aside. 'they've just gotten together' 'the honeymoon phase ‘ill end and i'll ‘ave ma song partner back' hobie would think to himself.

but no...whatever "phase" you and miguel were going through wasn't seeming anywhere near close to ending. it grew insufferable for hobie.

one time, when you tapping away at a keyboard (the tech room having gotten fixed up and renewed) hobie jumped down onto a swivel chair, spinning to sit beside you as he gazed at your work. "boring shit again?" he’d ask eyeing the screen, as you would smirk.

"when are you ever gonna try and describe what I'm doing?" you would ask, leaning slightly back in your chair. hobie would scoff. "it's not that...hard to grasp."

hobie would lean forward, eyeing the computer and the code displayed, as he began to nod. "uh huh." you would just laugh.

then he'd give his reason for his arrival. "i need a partner in crime." he'd grin.

you'd raise your brows. "is it illegal?" "no of course not." you'd chuckle. "either way i can't right now...sorry."

hobie would frown, resting his head on your desk as he'd grab your hand, then in a mockingly deep voice he'd say "are ya' jus' too busy bein' miguel's bed? that it?"

your eyes widen as you snatched your hand out of his, pushing his head off your desk, making him groan as he caught himself rather fluidly. "oh come on, mate...ya spend so much time with tha' goddamn scowler."

you'd just roll your eyes. and of course miguel would appear, making hobie copy the action. don't get me wrong he does like you two as a pair, but with miguel constantly managing to take you away from him his expression is set.

"now who's the 'scowler'" you would sneer.

miguel would eye hobie. "shouldn't you be out?" miguel would then "accidently" knock hobie's chair farther away from you, his clawed hand lightly tapping against the back of yours.

"i'm so sorry, boss..." hobie would drag out sarcastically, standing as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "ya girl seems to be rather busy."

"mhm." miguel would slightly narrow his eyes on hobie. you'd sigh, spinning in your chair as you stood. “I do need to work…so if both of you could get out, if it isn’t important, that’d be great.”

miguel shifts his gaze to you. “what’d I do, chaparrita?” you’d slightly narrow your eyes, as you’d whisper. “I told you not to call me that anymore…”

“but it suits you.” miguel would mockingly grin, his claw digging into the belt loop of your pants to tug you closer.

but then hobie would be grabbing your shoulders, moving you away. “not at work please.” he’d say this to miguel, as miguel would cross his arms. “and not in front o’ me.”

“weren’t you the one who asked if we “banged”?” miguel quotes, making your cheeks flush and hobie’s eyes narrow.

“yeah…well…I mighta lost a bet.” he sniffed, acting “casual”. “oh…uh huh.” miguel would mockingly nod.

and then you manage to get out of hobie’s grasp, beginning to head to the exit. “all this ‘sarcasm’ is making me feel a tad suffocated.” you’d mutter eyeing them both.

but before you could completely leave to take a break and possibly eat, you swiftly reach up, placing a small kiss onto miguel’s cheek. then even more swiftly—rush out of the tech room.

you’re still not amazing with showing too much PDA.

miguel watches you go, his lips itching with amusement. and hobie just eyes him, soon turning narrow. “I told ya not to do tha’ in front o’ me…”

miguel’s half smile drops, looking back to Hobie. then Hobie’s stepping closer, swinging his guitar strap over his body. “don’ fuck it up.” he partially whispered, with raised brows.

miguel tilted his head. “do you really think i would?” there’s a finality in Miguel’s tone that makes Hobie realise his true intentions. leaning slightly back, Hobie nods once.

“then you’re not gonna die if you don’ see each other every 5 seconds.” Hobie’s tone is back to normal, beginning to head to the exit. “so lemme have ma time…”

miguel licks his fang, slowly shaking his head—basically saying ‘no’. hobie throws his hands up in the air. “impossible.”

[noellesokhna]

ME GUSTAS

Me gustas. Me gustas un montón.

Y cuando digo que me gustas me refiero a que te quiero pa’ toda la vida, llevarte de la mano pa’ que sepan que soy tuya

besarte en la plaza a medianoche entre parejas taciturnas, que nos miren y se crean que las pelis de amor no se comparan a lo que tenemos.

Me gustas tanto que por ti hago lo que sea, tronar los dedos y que el mundo improvise tu musical favorito, hacer que el Big Bang pase de nuevo frente a tus ojos solo pa’ que las estrellas te iluminen la piel, hacer que los peces vuelen y las aves naden, me vuelvo puente en la corriente nomas pa’ que no te mojes los pies.

Me gustas mucho, tanto que apenas duermo por estar pensando en ti, no necesito comer porque me alimentas el alma y ahora ocupa hasta mi estómago para quedarse dentro de mí, me han salido alas pa’ llegar más rápido a ti si me necesitas,

hablo todos los idiomas, lenguas muertas si tú quieres, para decirte, cada día, de otra forma que me gustas, tal vez te quiero, más bien te amo.

[luke-hughes43]

loving him is red | luke and stella

just a lil insta edit for the babies.

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[braveclementine]

Chapter 13

Warnings: 18+ readers only, smut, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OC: Elizabeth Y/L/N (created so you don't get Y/N and Y/S/N consistently mixed up. I do not condone any copying of this.

YOU HAD TO ADMIT THAT ELIZABETH HAD completely outdone herself for dinner. In such a short amount of time too. She sat at the table with Hogun on one side of her, Sam quickly claiming the other. Loki said in front of her and Thor sat next to him. Tony was at the head of the table, Stephen next to him while you were between Bucky and Clint. The others arranged themselves in that configuration.

There were thick, juicy steaks perfectly seasoned with fluffy mashed potatoes, pats of butter melting little valleys into the fluff. A couple pieces of asparagus were on the side, the tips tinged red from the steak juices.

You hadn't eaten a real meal since you'd left home. You'd been eating all those boxed meals which had led you to gaining a few pounds of fat. It wasn't that big of a deal to you. It was just five or six pounds so you were sure you could easily lose it.

There were also small bowls that were made up of blackberries, raspberries, and green grapes, a swirl of whipcream topping each one. Tall glasses of milk were for the drink.

"Wow, it looks great lil sis." You complimented her.

"Thanks." She said, flashing you an easy smile. Her and Hogun quickly fell into their own conversation, including Sam for a majority of it, who was hanging on her every word like a lovesick puppy.

Thor meanwhile, was messing around with the silver ball that Hogun had given him. His thick fingers slid across the surface before Loki sighed, reaching over his arm, tapping a few things with his long slender fingers and there was a hologram ceremony.

It was a clear as though a movie, or like you were experiencing it in real life. It was strange seeing your parents on such a formidable place like Asgard. Even stranger to see your sister wearing a dress.

"Oh." Loki said when it was done. "They let you drink from the goblet?"

Hogun nearly choked on his food. "Wait, she used THE goblet?"

"What's THE goblet?" About half of you asked, including yourself and Elizabeth.

Loki waved his hand dismissively. "It's just a goblet that is used during royal family bonding ceremonies. It usually gives one or the other a power of the other. Since Elizabeth doesn't have powers and neither does Hogun, its most likely that Elizabeth is now immortal."

He delivered the news as casually as though telling us that we were in for a calm night. Elizabeth, Sam, and surprisingly Steve all choked on their food.

"Immortal?" Hogun asked. "Are you positive?"

Loki rolled his eyes. "Well either that or she developed your ability to wield a sword."

"I thought we weren't allowed to use the cup on Midgardians." Thor asked with a frown on his face.

Loki shrugged. "Odin's rules and mother's rules are a bit different brother."

"Wait, what does that mean for me?" You asked in worry.

Loki still seemed rather unconcerned about the whole thing, like it was no big deal that Elizabeth was now immortal. You did notice Steve was hanging on every word Loki was saying though, which struck you a little funny.

"It's possible. Especially when you're soulmated to Thor, King to the throne when father takes over." He didn't seem bitter, the way you thought he would. But then again, you could rarely tell what his tone was or how he was really feeling.

"I just don't understand." Hogun said with a frown. "The Goblet of Konvertering av makter is saved for the royal family only. I had expected them to pierce me with the Sword of dødelighet."

"The what and the what?" Sam asked and you were glad you weren't the only one.

"Goblet of the Conversion of Powers is the best translation." Natasha said from the corner next to Bruce. "And I think he said the Sword of mortality."

"You are family." Thor said.

"I think it actually has to do with the idea that mother is going to let Y/N drink from the cup as well and didn't want her to watch her sister die." Loki replied. "But I guess mother could count you as family, the lapse in judgement is possible."

Elizabeth giggled, Thor laughed, and Hogun grinned. It seemed the rest of you had missed some private joke.

Hogun fell into deeper conversation with Thor, Elizabeth turned to talk to Sam, and you leaned over on Bucky's shoulder.

"Tired doll?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"Not entirely." You said with a smile. "Just waiting for you slowpokes to get done eating"

Bucky poked you in the side, "Slowpoke? We'll see who that is."

You pointed to your empty plate and the asparagus on his plate. "C'mon lil baby. Eat your veggies."

Bucky's eyes glinted. "Ooh. You are in so much trouble tonight."

"I look forward to it." You smirked, getting up from your chair. You put the dishes in the sink, plugging the bottom to fill it with soapy water.

Tony had a dishwasher which was probably the best invention of the century besides a dryer. No more handwashing dishes, no more hanging laundry up on the line. You just let technology take over everything and life was much more simple.

You headed upstairs to Bucky, Steve, and Sam's room, undressing all the way down the lace you were underneath. It was a dark/light F/C colour with lots of lace and bows. It was skimpy and light. You were pretty sure Steve had bought it for you though it could have been Bucky.

After realizing that they loved to rip your clothes from your body, you had given them a policy: You rip it, you buy it. You had finally started climbing into their bed in just lingerie because they had taken it to heart, ripping everything off your body.

Though, you also suspected they were using Tony's card.

You could hear the familiar footfall of super solider feet coming down the hallway and you smiled, rolling over onto your side to wait for them.

Both of them stopped as they came into the bedroom, eyes darkening. Bucky shut the door and locked it tight as Steve moved towards you with the grace of a panther. The two undressed slowly, turning into the hunks of pure sexiness that they were. Both of them, chiseled by Michelangelo.

Steve moved towards you, blue eyes a dark shade of indigo, sliding into the bed behind you, enveloping you with his body.

Bucky crawled up between your legs, kissing you as Steves hands traveled down your shoulders to tease and pinch your nipples. They traveled a little farther and started to play with your clit before dipping into your folds.

Bucky nipped at your bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth as he kissed you, his tongue shoved roughly down your throat. You could taste the butter from the asparagus and the lingering juicy taste of the steak.

"Buck you should feel this." Steve said, his fingers dancing feather light in your folds. He lifted his hand from your sopping folds as Bucky stuck two, cold metal fingers straight into your cunt. You arched away, breaking the kiss and mewled. Steve took the chance to turn your face towards him a little, watching through bright eyes as he stuck the tips of his fingers in your mouth.

"So fucking wet." Bucky purred, pinching your clit as he thrusted two fingers into you. "So wet for us, aren't you doll?"

"Yes Sergeant." You breathed out, whimpering around Steve's fingers as you licked your essence off of them.

"How about you take care of your captain." Bucky purred in your ear.

"Both." You breathed out, eyes rolling.

"Both?" Bucky seemed amused. "You seem to be a bit of an overachiever there doll."

"I can do it." You said with a smirk.

"On your knees slut." Steve barked out.

Dripping for the both of them, you slid off the bed and onto your knees. The carpet was fluffy under your skin and you suspected Tony had done that to all the rooms for this exact purpose.

Both of them super soldiers stood in front of you and you took a moment to prepare yourself, stroking them softly in your hands. Then you pressed their cocks together, taking pleasure when they both hissed as you slid the both of them into your mouth.

Both tangled one hand in your hair as you slowly ran your tongue up and down their lengths as you sucked both of them off at the same time.

"Oh fuck." Bucky groaned as you started to tease their balls in your hands as well, squeezing and massaging them as you breathed through your nose, pleasuring them. You could taste the saltiness of the precum that was leaking into your mouth as they came closer and closer to their orgasms.

You could feel Bucky and Steve's balls tightening in your hands and you sucked harder at their tips. Bucky gasped, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he stepped backwards, forcefully pulling himself away from you.

Steve took his advantage, using both hands to shove his cock down your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis as he unloaded into your throat.

You gasped for air as you fell back from his dick, swallowing what he'd given you. Bucky was there in an instant, lifting you up onto the bed, slamming into you with one swift move. His metal hand came down between the two of your bodies as he thrusted his hips furiously.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, Steve grabbing your hands as you reached for Bucky's hair, pinning them to his thigh. You dug your fingers into his skin as Bucky furiously rubbed your clit, the metal fingers vibrating slightly against it.

"BUCKY!" You nearly screamed as your orgasm washed over you. Bucky cursed once more as he unloaded into you as well, nearly collapsing on you from the orgasmic rush.

The both of you laid there for a moment and Steve was the one to go and grab a washcloth, bringing it back to clean the both of you up.

"You all right, you two?" Steve asked with a bit of a smirk as he lounged on the bed. Bucky rolled out of bed to get a clean pair of pajamas. He threw you one of his T-shirts and you slipped on a fresh pair of knickers that you had kept in everyone's rooms.

You climbed up onto the bed, sinking into the pillows gratefully. Bucky laid down next to you and you curled into him, letting the familiar smell of almonds and lemon take over you.

"Good night doll." Bucky mumbled as Steve climbed into the bed on the other side of Bucky, throwing an arm over his waist.

"Night Buck. Night Steve." You mumbled sleepily.

"Night Y/N." Steve murmured.

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"HEY." HOGUN SAID, STOPPING IN AT Elizabeth's rooms. She was sitting at the window instead of laying in her bed like he'd expected her to. But then again, the only city she'd seen before was Asgard so he didn't blame her for wanting to take in the site.

Her bedroom was nice, though sparse, he noticed. She had a bed in the corner of the room that was big enough to fit three or four people. The covers were done in a simple pink and white. The furniture was all white as well. There was a lamp on the small bedside table along with a book he didn't recognize.

There was the minifridge that every bedroom had, though it wasn't humming so it wasn't being used at the moment.

There was a bookshelf in the corner. He could tell that originally books had been neatly placed in there, but now they were strewn on the floor. He frowned a little.

"Hey." Elizabeth said, turning to look at him. She looked like she was contemplating something and he could see that she had a piece of lined paper in front of her, along with one of the books from the bookshelf.

"I wanted to check on you before I went to bed." He admitted, coming into the room and sitting on the floor by the bed. "What are you doing?"

"Tony gave me all these books." Elizabeth said, placing the book she was holding into one of the two piles. "But they're not organized by last name. So I'm fixing it."

"Do you want some help?" He asked.

Elizabeth smiled at him. "Yes, I'd love that. Thank you."

He took the rest of the books off the shelves, putting them down by her chair and helped her organize the pile. She had one pile for last names of the authors A-L and a second pile which was a little larger for names M-Z.

"What's the paper for?" He asked.

"Which books I haven't read so I can read those first." Elizabeth explained. "However, there aren't many I haven't read so it's been fairly easy to put together."

He loved the way her mind was so organized, though some people found her ADHD and OCD hard to comprehend. On the outside, just looking at her, she looked like any other person. No one would assume that she would have any mental problems. They were very subtle things, like the organizing of her books.

He remembered her telling him an anecdote when she had Lego dolls and had designed them a specific way. Y/N had come in and put different heads on different bodies and Elizabeth had screamed and cried.

Elizabeth had laughed and said, "It was such a simple fix. But I felt so uncomfortable for some reason. The way the heads weren't on the right bodies made me freak. But they're Legos, they could've been put together any which way."

"Elizabeth, are you alright?" He asked now, scrutinizing her.

Elizabeth had a stressed look on her face when she looked at him next. She hesitated and then said, "Bucky and Steve didn't. . ."

He felt the guilt eating up at him inside, even though he technically hadn't done anything wrong. But he felt terrible for her and pissed off at the super soldiers. Elizabeth was a gem hiding underneath her sisters' shadow.

"I'm sorry." Hogun said, reaching over to take her hands. She smiled, squeezing his hands before turning back to the books.

"It's alright. I wasn't expecting all of them to accept me anyways, even before I knew who they were." She said, sounding completely indifferent. "It was just that out of all the ones I had thought would reject me, America's golden boy was the last one I had expected. I don't know, I expected maybe Tony or Stephen or even Sam. But I guess that's what I get for expecting anything at all."

"Eliz-"

"Seriously." Elizabeth said with a tone of finality and a fake smile that looked real. If he hadn't known her as well as he did he would have been fooled with the smile. "I'm alright Hogun."

"If you say so." Was all he said, pulling her into a hug.

She hugged him back tightly, desperately.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek. "Now, let's finish putting these books away and we can get some sleep, I know you're tired."

Elizabeth smiled, leaning back from the hug so she could kiss him on the lips. He savored it, tasting vanilla, chocolate, and caramel. "I love you too." 

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[annieqattheperipheral]

Just watched saving sakic with lunch. I hadn't been clamoring to see it and only just sat down to do so bc my sis-in-law and i were watching trailers on prime video last night (why watch anything when you can just scroll thru listings and chitchat shittalk n comment💕) and she actually mocked me for calling myself an avs fan and not having seen it. Well then.

It is pretty interesting to watch sitting in 2024. Would the 2001 and 2022 cups have even happened without their star player turned vp then gm then president? Likely not. Pre-salary cap it would've destroyed colorado sports rep with this happening so soon after the nuggets collapse after losing their own star player (the doc explains this). Other star players (1996 cup winners) might've followed out. 2001 avs would've been in a rebuilding stage with five 1st round draft picks (received by nyr if avs hadn't matched the offer sheet) instead of being playoff contenders.

My biggest upset of the doc (beyond having to watch and listen to a bunch of old men at 1x speed) is not👏 enough👏 natemac👏 Truly upsetting. Every avs 2022 cup winning montage it was mostly EJ?? I mean yes ty ty🙏 we miss our horsegirl bring her home (was this a hint by the editor???) Nice nate shot at the parade, but that was at the end! puh.

One dude that was great to listen to was the mayor of denver (sry no not LOC) at the time this big huge beloved guy mayor webb, first black mayor of denver. Love that he understood what needed to be done but refused to be pushed around by the corporate men clamouring for a new arena and was like bish do the taxpayers even want to invest in you? Prove it.

It's not a spectacularly put together doc, has a very film studies student doc project vibe with stock image/ funny movie/reaction gif inserts. Also the worst thing is that they don't give much details on how much they raised from the revenue streams mentioned, so the resolution comes very fast once they mention where they got the money, and it's like what? i was just getting revved up for the climax and offer sheet deadline countdown, how did the climax just pass me by, i am so unsatisfied.

But that's all done on purpose bc that's not the climax at all!!!!!! Which is pretty neat! but like woof. Not as captivating as they might've hoped.

So am i glad i watched it? Yes

Would i watch again? No but i am inspired to watch the avs cup parade again!!

Should you watch it? Strong avs fan-- yes. Hockey doc lover-- yea why not. Casual hockey/entertainment/pop culture fan-- yea it's actually a cool case study of how entertainment/ pop culture/ business reputation works.

Also i want to know if avs players watched it, did they have a movie night at gabe's??

The big shocking spoiler reveal at the end:

if you're gonna watch it, idk treat yo'self, don't mess it up for yourself

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harrison ford himself saved joe sakic and I'm not even kidding.

Yes the movie air force one was the big mover n shaker, but it wouldn't have even had a chance if it weren't for harrison speaking his mind to the studio head to change the release date which led off the domino effect

[b-courageous1010]

NYC Sight Seeing

Omg I’m soooo excited to take my sister into the city Wednesday!! She’s a sight seer like me so I’m making sure we hit all the notable sights! My love language is sight seeing so it bring me soooo much joy to be able to experience this with her. Even though she lives in NY with my dad they have never taken her (I will be having a long talk with him because I’m hurt they never took her) But big sis is here to step in and Here’s our list

Ice Skating

Although my mom did take me and my sister (on my moms side) to city for Christmas when we were younger, we didn’t have the money to go ice skating so this will be a first for me and her!

Waited too long to get tickets for Rockefeller center (should have known better) but got us tickets for another rink near by

I got morning tickets so we can get it out the way and have the rest of the day to do other things

Lunch/Koreatown

So she’s tik tok obsessed and one of the places she wanted as a must see was Koreatown

I was thinking we could find a place for lunch and find the shops she’s talking about

Evening/Browse store fronts

The main attraction (for me)

The store fronts 5th ave were absolutely breathtaking and I loved every min of it when we went.

I’m bringing my camera with me so I can practice taking pictures. (If they look good I will be happy to share with you all)

I’m so excited I can’t contain myself!! Idk what it is but when I go to the city but It’s truly another world. If I had the funds I would definitely move to the city!! It’s so much possibilities and wonder around every corner and I LOVEEE the big city aesthetic!

[fatestouch]

List of Cecil’s nicknames for the people in his life

Morgan: Shockingly not Momo, he doesn’t really call her a nickname actually, so this is a great start to this specific list

Azrael: Azzy! Cecil coined this nickname actually and it caught on

JJ ( @soulsxng ): Jay! (even though JJ is already a nickname shhh dont worry about that)

Jaspern (also @soulsxng ) Uncle Jassie!

Avelan ( @soraeia ) Avy! (Most people call Avelan ‘Avs’ and Cecil actively chooses not to do that)

Allisae ( @soraeia ): Like everyone, he also calls her Alli! Though he will tease her and call her “big sis” from time to time

Felicity ( @soullphrase ): Angel, gorgeous, beautiful, or just Feli! Because he’s gross and romantic like that.

Mercury: Merry, Quicksilver, Speedy!

Cari: Starlight! Or: “Starlight, star-bright, first star I see tonight~” -Cecil “Father.” -Cari

Lydia ( @soraeia ): Moonshine or moonlight!

Chercia ( @soraeia ): Sunshine, or Chia Pet!

Souji ( @akumanoken ): Sou!

[arithecreatorsstuff]

Bad Ideas and Good Alcohol

Rabbit has a bad day, decides to get drunk with her older brother, and things get out of hand. Turns out... Abel is a giggly drunk. No one dies (outside of a videogame), and Iris has to be the adult for once.

After nearly getting my head bit off by 682, I feel the need to blow off some steam. I've got a bottle of good Japanese whiskey, two glasses... and a bad idea. Wonder if Big Brother Abel would like a drink. I hope so, I hate drinking alone. I stop by the AV department, pick up a TV cart, and add Clef's borrowed Xbox. Whiskey and fighting games, two great things that go great together, right? Only tonight, it's a little jaunt on the Ishimura I have planned. I reach Abel's quarters, and knock.

"Hi Big Brother! I had a bad day. Wanna have a few drinks and slay some undead stabby things? I'll even send out for pizza."

"You had me at 'pizza', Little Sister." I come in, set everything up, and fire up the game. Huh. Didn't think he'd be a fan of space survival horror, but five minutes in, and he's hooked. And, swearing at the Necromorphs like a true gamer.

"You (untranslatable) little shit, I shot you! How dare you not die!"

"This 'flamethrower', I like it. I want one now." I pour the drinks, hand him a glass.

"Whiskey? Haven't had whiskey since the last time I was in Ireland." He downs it in one gulp. "That is good." I pour him another. And... he gets swarmed in game by exploding infants. "Oh. I was felled by children?" Mad giggling. "I was blown to bits by a possessed baby. I should not find that so amusing, yet I do."

I'm sipping my drink, guiding him through the wreck of a planet cracker. He has an encounter with Isaac's sort-of imaginary ex-girlfriend, and nearly drops the controller. He starts laughing.

"That did scare me, a bit." He chugs his drink. "But now... I crave pizza."

"Wouldn't eat just yet, we still have the Leviathan to get through." Still, I place the order. Two supreme pizzas, extra peppers and sausage. We go back to the game for a while.

"Those 'weezers' sound like a few of the new recruits after running drills. I can shoot them, yes?"

"The recruits or the weezers?" After a while with Abel, you had to ask this kind of question.

"The weezers, of course."

"Yeah, you need to to weaken the giant space butthole enough to kill it."

"Giant space butthole?"

"The Leviathan. It's a rather... apt description."

"Are you sure they did not just place Dr. Bright in the game?"

"Nah, Dr. Bright is a small butthole compared to that thing."

He comes to the Leviathan fight. And nearly falls over laughing.

"Giant space butthole! It really is a giant space butthole. And it's shooting (untranslatable) at me? How is this supposed to be frightening?"

At this point... our pizzas are here, along with Iris. She sets the food down, and checks out what we're doing.

"Dead Space? Bad day, Sis?" I nod. I pour myself another whiskey, offer the bottle to Abel. He shakes his head. He's too intent on the fight.

"You know... Command is gonna have a fit about you two getting blotto on site."

"Meh. What are they gonna do? Put me on Keter Duty? Besides... turns out Abel gets silly when drunk. You going to deny us one of our few ways to blow off steam?"

"Rabbit, the last time you did something like this, you stalked Dr. Clef for a week in a bloodstained pink bunny suit. O5 wanted to throw you in with 106 for that."

"Would you rather have us play one of Big Brother's favorite games, Hunt the Bright? Better to have him doing this, I say."

"Grr. Fine. Just... keep him away from Bright. And... I want a cut." Iris helps herself to a slice, and sets down next to us. "Abel, throw the barrel at the giant butthole, then shoot it." He does. "Nice. You got this, Big Brother."

[mutantes-sinmas]

🌈🌬Buenos días ^^ 🪐☀️

El sonido de los juncos

La voz de los árboles

El susurro del sol

El canto de aves

El sonido está presente incluso en el silencio. Si afinamos la sensibilidad podemos percibir como las vibraciones se vuelven audibles. El silencio es otra forma de hablar, es otra forma de sonido. Sin silencio la música no tendría ningún sentido, es lo que hace que las notas musicales tengan presencia y respiren al ser escuchadas. Igual que cuando escribimos tienen que haber espacios vacíos entre las palabras. El sonido no puede exisitir sin el silencio, porque el sonido proviene del silencio y regresa después a él. El silencio y el sonido son la misma cosa, el Yin y el Yang de la esencia. El movimiento es vibración y es el efecto del movimiento lo que llamamos sonido. Si existe alguna sutil huella de vida que pueda ser encontrada, ésta es el movimiento, la vibración, el sonido. Todo es más simple de lo que nos dijeron. Lo que no sabemos se convierte en misterio, pero cuando se conoce la verdad, esta es muy simple. Los auténticos buscadores de la verdad son amantes de la simplicidad.

Se dice que la creación del Universo se produjo a través del Sonido. La mayoría de las culturas y religiones hablan de lo mismo pero con diferentes palabras. Mencionan una vibración que dio origen a la existencia. La Fuente, la energía detrás dr toda la vida. Brahma, como la fuerza mágica... el logos, la palabra, el Big Banng, o el sonido esencial cósmico Om o Aum.

El sonido se propaga por el aire, por el agua, por la luz o cualquier otro medio. La vibración produce movimientos de comprensión y descompresión en las moléculas. Estos movimientos producen ondas sonoras que se mueven haciéndose cada vez más grandes alrededor de la fuente de sonido, parecido a esos círculos en el agua, pero en el caso de las ondas sonoras son esféricas y en tres dimensiones.

El origen del sonido es pues, el movimiento o la vibración. Esas ondas sonoras estimulan nuestros oídos y se pone en marcha un proceso bio-acústico y químico que da lugar a una transformación en impulsos eléctricos en nuestro cerebro, generando lo que para nosotros es la percepción de esos sonidos y su correspondiente sensación y emoción.

Y cómo se mide el sonido? El sonido viaja como ondas y esas ondas se miden en frecuencias y en intensidades. La frecuencia del sonido se mide en ciclos por segundo. Estas medidas cíclicas de las ondas se denominan hercios y su símbolo y unidad de medida es Hz.

Esta es la base de forma en la que estoy desarrollando mis estudios investigaciones y experimentos. Puede parecer complicado, es profundo pero simple. To be continue...