#Captain Sibi

[hey-there-hunter]

Let me just slide in witha hot monster captain from my new podcast obsession

[erikasandersonactor]

The call of the waves…

“Welcome aboard, Lord Tellari”

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[erikasandersonactor]

Love this character! Is that the sound of the waves calling...?

Captain Sibi.

[rabbitcruiser]

Camaret-sur-Aigues, France (No. 9)

During the 19th century, excavations uncovered cash, funerary urns, oil lamps, so-called lachrymatory vessels and polished silver mirrors. An epigraph tombstone embedded in the façade of a house had been unsealed and sold. It bore the inscription S. P. SEVERIUS SIBI ET SVIS VIVUS FECIT. Remains of an aqueduct that supplied Orange with spring water had also been identified16.

During the twentieth century, more scientific excavations led to the discovery of a fragment of an epigraph altar in the Hopscotch district, and three tegulæ burials on the site of the Garriguettes.

Throughout the late Middle Ages and until the Revolution, Camaret depended on the barony of Sérignan. It had first belonged to the Principality of Orange since Raymond VII of Toulouse, Count of Provence, had given it as a fief, in 1237, to Raymond des Baux. This fief was given as a dowry to Tiburge of Orange on her marriage to Adhémar de Poitiers, Count of Valentinois. In 1324, the latter granted the election of two syndics to represent the community. Their successors, on 7 May 1416, signed a price for the construction of new ramparts.

The knight Guillaume Fabri was co-lord of Camaret-sur-Aigues until he was condemned to the chapter of Lattes18. In 1346, it was the former baile of Pélissanne (1345), Raymond Martini, who was commissioned to sell his possessions. Around 1346, William of Orange was lord of Camaret and Sérignan. Noble and powerful, Jean de Baux, lord of Camaret and Sérignan, had in his service as ordinary judge of his two lands, in 1369, a noble bachelor, originally from Orange, Bérenger Sadoyrani, judge of Arles (1372) and of Sisteron (1387).

In 1495, the Town Council obtained permission from the barony that each inhabitant could cultivate a tithe-free garden on fruit and pasture.

The Wars of Religion raged for a decade. Camaret having been taken by the religionists, January 5, 1563, the papal captain Fabrice Serbelloni came to lay siege. After four days of cannonade, his troops invested the village and put 100 prisoners to the sword. A new attack by the Calvinists of Nyons took place in 1573. But their henchman who was to open the doors for them was unmasked and they withdrew. This was not the case two years later. On 3 May 1575, the Huguenots of Orange forced their way into the place, but were soon forced to retreat in the face of the troops sent by Cardinal d'Armagnac.

These attacks have made it possible to know that in 1565, the ramparts opened by three gates: the Great Gate or Berenguier Gate, also known as the Ursuline Gate; the Porte Jaubert or Portalet; the Carbonnel Gate. Those of Le Portail and Carbonnel were preceded by a drawbridge. When the fighting was over, two other gates were opened, the Breach and the Tower.

It was in 1599 that the two syndics of the village changed their title to that of consul.

Source: Wikipedia

[purple-possibilities]

me: *is frustrated*

my mom: ah, but remember, you’re not dumb.

me: ...and is this is supposed to comfort me how?

my mom: you’re not dumb enough to make things worse.

[borathae]

“Yoongi dresses up as your favourite character as a sexy, little surprise. He is not ready however for just how good he will get you with it. Not that he is complaining.”

Pairing: husband!Yoongi x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: Yoongi dresses up as Levi Ackerman, yep that’s the whole premise of the story, sub!Yoongi, dom!Reader, very ferally horny!Reader, rough making out, she just kind of pushes him around & he loves it, she also pins him down on multiple surfaces & rides the living shit out of him, some dirty talk, a very sloppy blowjob, a quick yet rough fuck, creampies, overstimulation (m.receiving), she calls him Captain & he calls her Misses Ackerman and brat for the roleplay, Yoongi is basically this emoji OoO the entire time

Wordcount: 5k

a/n: This is so entirely and sickeningly self-indulgent that’s it’s ridiculous and the OC could very well be called Sibi LMOAO. No, I am not even an ounce ashamed to admit it. Not one teeny tiny, itsy pitsy ounce. This was delicious to work on and has no brain behind it, just pussy 🥵 If you decide to read it, first of all, I see you 😛 and second of all, have fun 🤪💜

The problem with being an adult and having your own adult money is that one can spend said adult money on anything one wants, even if it is something entirely stupid.

Yoongi, adult and owner of his own adult money, did exactly that. 

He spent his adult money on something entirely stupid. 

Well, he hopes it is not stupid as it is the most important part of an elaborate plan to seduce you, his wife, adult and owner of her own adult money. That fact was beside the point however, as this story was about Yoongi and his adult money and the silly things he purchased over the course of the last two months. 

It was a rather tedious process. One which took probably most of his nerves. He did most of the online shopping at work, hunched over his old, grainy desktop while his kindergarten students were napping. Fear not, it wasn’t sextoys he purchased (although he is very certain that you would say so differently) but rather bits and pieces of a perfectly planned out costume. Then over the course of two months he had to make sure that he would be the first one to snatch your shared package deliveries. 

At one point he even had to snatch it right out of your hands, telling you lies about it being work-related and totally boring. You looked at him weird and asked him why he was being so protective over all the packages lately which almost made Yoongi spill the entire surprise because of how excited he was about surprising you.

But he didn’t and now after two months and fifteen days all the parts of his costume have finally arrived. Most parts were handcrafted by people, hence why the process took so much time and even more money from him. Too much money. Way too much of his hard earned adult money. 

Yoongi isn’t complaining, he is just once again letting one know just how much money he spent on the entire surprise, so if it should fail, he will probably break into tears. 

Now, one may wonder what exactly all this ruckus is about. What surprise and why is there talk about costumes? One shall find out. 

Yoongi, owner of adult money is husband to the love of his life, his dream girl, his best friend and the biggest, goddamn nerd in history. Anime nerd to be more specific. Attack on Titan to get to the actual point. 

Oh, how many times he already had to rewatch this show with you and how many times he had to listen to you absolutely losing your sanity over one of the characters. 

Levi Ackerman was his name. The anime called him humanity's strongest soldier, you called him your 2D husband who could get it so hard (your words not his'). At first Yoongi found it quite…vexing to hear such words from his wife, but these days he has accepted his defeat against his greatest rival and just lets you.

Perhaps he is even grateful for him as he gave him the most wonderful of ideas. It was just two months and fifteen days ago and Yoongi had to once again sit through you rewatching your favourite show for the nth time. It was when you reached the third season and began talking about "how hard season three Levi could get it" and that "you would literally open your legs for that man if he ever decides to slide into you like he did into that bar" that you also dropped words along the line of "I think I love him so much because he reminds me of you, Yoobi", which then made Yoongi look up from his phone just to gawk. 

You weren’t really aware that you said what you said as you were too busy almost moaning out loud because of Levi flying from roof to roof killing bad guys. Yoongi however was very aware and thus began his elaborate plan of surprising you in the best way possible. 

The first thing on his agenda today was going to the hairdresser. He would have done so regardless of the plan because he dearly needed a haircut. However, today he whipped out his phone to show his barber pictures of Levi Ackerman with the shyly mumbled words of "don’t ask, my wife says he reminds her of me. It’s a surprise" to which the barber dearly nodded and then began recreating the look.

Once he was done – and Yoongi had to realise that he looked amazing with an undercut – it was time to drive home and get everything ready for tonight. 

He showered, even exfoliated and moisturised, then shaved and fixed his hair. His eyebrows he left untouched because he read somewhere that plucking one’s eyebrows too much can cause serious catastrophes. He hopes that you can forgive him for not recreating the look, but you probably will as you told him on multiple occasions just how attractive you think his eyebrows are. 

Afterwards he finally began putting the costume on. He chose to go with season three Levi as he knew that this look was "iconic and literally pussy wetting" in your eyes.

Once his clothes were on, he spent a good time in front of the mirror, twisting and turning and looking at himself. It wasn’t really something he would choose, but he didn’t hate it. He really liked the harnesses however, they made him look rather sexy. Even if the entire surprise fails, Yoongi knows that he will genuinely enjoy them.

And then it was time to wait. You were supposed to finish work earlier today as it was a Friday and you always finish work earlier on Friday. 

Yoongi looks at the wall clock. Five minutes to go. Quick! He has to decide on a pose. 

He shimmies and shifts, moves and fidgets until finally deciding on sitting on the sofa with his legs slightly spread and one elbow propped up on his own thigh. In his other hand he decides to hold a teacup to really sell the look. He even filled the cup so he could take a nonchalant sip when you came in. 

The door unlocks six minutes afterwards, then he can hear you call out. 

"Honey, I’m home!" 

Yoongi feels dizzy in nervousness. This is so stupid, he thinks, so entirely silly.

"Honey?" 

He knows that you are probably confused that he isn’t greeting you by helping you out of the jacket. 

"Yoongi? Hey, I’m home!" 

Yoongi feels a little bad that he can’t greet you today, but he hopes that once you see him, his cruelty will be forgiven. 

"Are you wearing your headphones again? Oh Yoongs, you’re gonna get deaf if you keep doing that", he hears you talk to yourself. He almost has to smile. You know him too well. 

"Now where are you? Maybe he is- oh." 

Your mouth falls open in shock, you stop abruptly. Now it’s his time. Oh how long he rehearsed the line in front of the mirror. If he messes up now he will burst into tears. 

"You're late, did you stop to take a shit somewhere? The tea's cold by now, brat." 

Oh he didn’t mess up. Yoongi almost has to wheeze in pure relief. 

"Yoongi!!" 

Yoongi swears he has never heard your voice reach such frequencies. 

"Oh my god, Yoongi! Yoongi! Oh god! Yoongi!" you are screeching, bouncing on the spot.

Yoongi wants to smile but doesn’t, instead he takes a nonchalant sip of his tea.

"Oi, oi what's with all the screeching?" he says in a deep voice, "you'll wake up all of Trost with it." 

"Oh yeaah", you straight up roar, jumping into a sprint to literally fling yourself on top of him. 

Yoongi coughs out his air, barely finding time to set the tea cup down before you have already climbed on top of him. Although, mounting would be a more appropriate term here. Maybe even straight up attacking.

"Holy fuck, Yoongi. Oh my fuck", you babble, letting out the weirdest noises every now and then as you feel him up crazily.

"You're so sexy, holy fuck. Oh my god, you look like him. Ah oh uh eh, oh my god, even the hair and you even put contact lenses in. Noo and the grey shirt! Aah!" you yell, throwing your head back just to yell even more, "you chose the best look" you faux wail, shaking him by his shoulders, "Min Yoongi, you dangerous maaaan, don’t do that to meee." 

Yoongi snickers. This is exactly how he had hoped you would react. All that adult money he spent was totally worth it. 

Your head bounces to the front again, your hands grasp him tightly, nails scratching over his undercut. The total madness in your eyes makes Yoongi’s stomach tingle in excitement. Oh, you are so turned on. You don’t even have to tell him, he just knows. 

"You are the sexiest motherfucking, perfect man ever. I wanna marry you again and again and again. Ah god nooo the undercut looks so good on youuuu" this time around you actually wail, wiggling your entire body on top of his lap, "Yoongii you are so hooot." 

"Tch, you’re giving me a headache", he says in perfect Levi fashion.

Your body freezes up, your eyes land on his face.

A squeak is threatening to spill out of you. You begin bouncing, trembling in excitement as your fingers knead his shoulders.

"Say the line, oh my god."

Yoongi lets out an exasperated sigh, "Are you finally going to say something? I could've had breakfast during the wait."

Once done, he flinches as you literally screech and then fall around him violently. 

"I'm literally going to suck the living soul out of your cock, oh my god! I want you so bad, holy fuck " 

Yoongi chuckles, placing his hands on your lower back to rub it softly. 

"I guess you like it?" 

"I fucking love it, Yoongi I want to have your entire lower body inside of me, oh my god. Seriously, live inside my vagina from now on", you are literally moaning the words, humping his thighs while your hands are kneading him as if he was dough. 

Yoongi laughs, "ambitious." 

"No you don’t understand", you cup his cheeks roughly, squishing them together just so you can shake his head, "this is like literal porn. No, it’s better. You’re better than porn. You are so fuck - urgh - hot. I holy fucking love you omg." 

"Did you really just say omg out loud?"

"Yeah", you growl, bouncing again before a squeak runs through you, "aaah I can’t stop looking at you, oh my god, please stand up for a moment, please I want to see."

Yoongi does so gladly, even going so far as to do, how you call it, the Levi signature pose. Basically he has to rest one of his hands on his hips. 

You round him like a hungry animal, groping and touching him with strong hands while making the weirdest sounds of approval and commenting about how well made all of this is and how every detail is just perfect and that you want him to literally slice you apart like a little apple. Yoongi just lets it happen, trying his hardest not to snicker. 

"Aah I can’t", he hears behind him, then the low thump of something falling on the ground can be heard. 

Yoongi turns, coming to realise that it was you who fell to the ground. 

"Yoongiii", you wail with your head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut, "your butt looks so goooood." 

He laughs, squatting down just so he can be eye to eye with you. 

"Is this costume related or a fact?"

"Booooth, I don’t knoow, I wanna have you so bad", you call out, flinching in surprise when he reaches out to touch your cheek. 

Your eyes meet. You have just the slightest glassiness in your gaze. 

Yoongi gives you a playful smile, looking so good doing it.

"Fuck, you look so hot urgh", you spit, latching yourself onto his lips. 

Yoongi barely has time to breathe or close his eyes. Or find balance for the matter as just seconds later, he lies flat on the ground while you are on top of him, kissing him oh so roughly. 

It's not even a gentle introduction to the kiss. It's just teeth on his lips and tongue down his throat and deep moans while hands are groping and squeezing and feeling him up all over and Yoongi is in fucking heaven, groping you with just as much vigour and kissing you back with just as much hunger. 

It's insane just how good he seems to get you. Now bear in mind, Yoongi likes to argue that he always gets you good, but it’s almost unbelievable just how horny you seem to be because of the costume. 

Not even ten minutes into the sloppy make out session and you have already lost your skirt and your blouse somehow is missing three buttons. Yoongi’s hair is completely ruined by now as well, but you seem to like it as you took one look at him then moaned loudly and then kissed him so deeply that Yoongi had to groan from getting his nose squished against your cheek.

"Fuck I want you. I want you so bad", you mumble between kisses, humping his lap in nothing but your panties. 

Yoongi moans each time you do, telling you with an eager tongue that he wants you just as bad. 

It is another ten minutes later and your shirt is officially gone while Yoongi’s grey shirt has been messily punched up underneath the harness. His fair skin is covered in your grope marks. Red scratches and crescent moon shaped bruises where your nails dug in.

His hands are busy palming your tits, doing so with eager desperation. Even through the fabric of your bralette he can feel just how hard your nipples are. How turned on he has you, how deeply into him you are. Wet pussy on his thigh and hard nipples between his fingers. Yoongi is so happy for the outcome of this surprise.

He gets yanked up all of a sudden with the help of his chest harness. The kiss breaks, Yoongi finally gets to look into your fiery eyes. Mania and madness. Fiery lust and hungry desperation. You look like sex personified right now, with your lingerie covering your best parts and your lips so swollen from kissing. You are the sexiest woman, Yoongi is so goddamn obsessed.

"I can't anymore. Get on the couch. I wanna have you right here and now", you order in a harsh growl.

He is dizzy, nodding his head in obedience. You help him get up, dragging him by the harness and then pushing him until the back of his knees collide with the couch and he falls. 

"Uff", he lets out, "you're really getting at it roughly aren’t you?" 

"You're so hot, holy fuck", you tell him, dropping to your knees right between his spread legs. 

Yoongi knows exactly what you are going to do and so he lifts his hip with trembling knees until you finally tug his pants down far enough to free his hard cock. The harnesses around his thighs make the whole ordeal a little difficult, but you are way too determined to give up and so Yoongi finds himself with his cock and balls out while the pants stretch around his thighs. 

"That's also a way to get me na-" he can’t finish his sentence. 

You sink down on him with a moan, welcoming as much of him as you can fit while feeling up the rest. 

"Fuck", Yoongi groans, denting the couch by throwing his head back against the backrest, "holy fuck that's so, ah, so deep." 

You give him gurgled moans and a sloppy gag, bopping your head up and down his cock quickly. 

Never in your life have you wanted his cock as much as you do today. You literally want to eat him up, devour him, consume him. This is the best surprise he ever made you. Fuck, you love him so much, you want him so bad. 

"Ah ___", he sounds breathy, breathless even. His hands rest themselves on your head, giving you warmth and a certain pressure. 

You take in even more of him, drooling all around him while making the neediest of moans. Quite frankly Yoongi can barely function. He didn’t even know that you could be so sloppy, that you could be so greedy and so unapologetically nasty. 

It's maddening really, leaving him with ringing ears and a throbbing, oh so sensitive cock.

"Fuck", he presses out under his breath. It was nothing but a whisper, followed by a shuddering breath. 

"Yeah fuck", you agree, spitting into your palm just so you can use it to jerk him off. Fast and rough. 

Yoongi lifts himself from the couch for just a second, chasing your strong touch with eager thrusts. He would have done so longer, hadn't you forced his hips back into the pillow with a punishing grip on his waist.

"Stay down, Captain. I'm taking care of you", you spit, twisting your hand around his swollen cockhead. 

"You're insane", he croaks, "fucking insane." 

He is looking at you, even if it is hard. Silvery eyes half lidded and obsidian hair hanging into his sculpted brows. His cheeks, once ivory, carry the faintest of red. His pink lips are so puffy from kissing, currently sitting between his teeth as he bites down on them. 

"Fuck, look at you Captain", the fantasy has a hold of you and Yoongi is loving it, "looking so fucking good like this", you croak, opening your mouth just to swallow him up again. 

Yoongi’s eyes widen, his lower lip bounces from between his teeth, his long fingers grip the edge of the sofa.

"A-haah", he lets out shakily, parting his lips further, "ah, hah, a-ah." 

You are sucking him, changing it up with quick licks right on his frenulum and leaking slit. Strong sucks and quick flicks of your tongue. The combination is deadly and Yoongi is dying.

His eyes fall closed, his head tilts back to reveal his throat to your eyes. 

"Ah, god", he groans, keeping his mouth agape to make the neediest of sounds. He is in actual heaven. 

You are a natural in sloppy blowjobs. The best. The actual best. Fast and rough, yet so tender and skilled. Wet and hot and oh so greedy.

"Good", he moans, arching his back, "so good. So good."

"Yeah and tasty. You taste so good, Captain", you rasp and swirl your tongue over his cockhead.

“Fuck”, he laughs, “you calling me like that is kinda hot”, he confesses as he spills new excitement.

You lick it right up with a grateful moan, squeezing his cock oh so tightly between your fingers. The pressure is sending electricity through his veins. You connect your lips with his tip and suck. Just the most sensitive part of it, right on top. Hungrily and roughly, you suck and suck, giving him the sweetest moans while your fingers are jacking him off quickly.

Yoongi tenses up, feeling his stomach tighten and his skin become as hot as fire.

"Honey, gonna cum", he croaks, throbbing in your fingers.

The sucking stops, the heat in his stomach dies down. Yoongi huffs out air and groans, squeezing the sofa cushion in agony. 

"Not yet", you say, kissing his balls sloppily, "wanna ride you first, Captain."

“You’re cruel”, he croaks, “how should I, I hold back?”

“Don’t know, think of something”, you say with little pity in your voice.

You let go of his cock and stand up. Yoongi watches with a droopy head as you pull down your panties and step out of them. Next you get rid of your bralette, throwing it on the ground.

“Holy shit honey, you are so sexy”, he moans, feeling his cock throb at the view. He married the sexiest woman.

You give him a little pose, climbing on top of his lap afterwards.

“You like what you’re seeing, Captain?” you ask him in a sultry voice.

“So much. I married the most beautiful woman, Misses Ackerman”, he plays right along, flinching in surprise when this makes you squeal and then grab his cheeks roughly.

“Shut up oh my god, Yoongi”, you growl, “you can’t just make us be married, what the hell?”

“Why not?” he laughs, “we’re married too, I’m not gonna make us unmarried.”

“Urgh baby, I’m literally gonna ruin you”, you growl and grab his cock just to take him in.

"Fuck", Yoongi curses, tensing up at the intensity of your tripping pussy around his cock.

You dropped right down on him, giving neither you nor him any sort of warning. Just as you don’t give the two if you any time to getting used to the fuck.

“Honey please”, he squeaks out, having to gasp for air.

Your fingers twist in the straps of his chest harness. Rough and strong. You use them to literally pin him against the sofa, using the position to bounce on him with all your might. 

"Fu-u-uck ___, holy fuck", he moans, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, "you're fucking crazy. Urgh! God!" 

"I'm crazy, so fucking crazy. You drive me insane. Oh my god I want to literally rip you apart, you perfect thing." 

You give him a harsh shake, the kind which makes his back arch and his head tilt back. Like this his neck is exposed to you, giving way to the pearls of sweat running down right to his exposed collarbones. 

You lick right along his throat, sending shivers through his nimble body.

“Wanna eat you up, you sweet kitten. Wanna ruin you, fuck”, you pant, twisting more of his harness to pull him closer. His jawline is under your teeth, getting marked up and bitten with eager hunger. Your hips, still merciless, begin rolling back and forth as they bounce.

"Argh, fuck", he groans, "please slow, gonna cum otherwise.”

“No. Hold back”, you order in a growl, “wanna fuck hard and fast.”

“You’re cruel”, he whines, but laughs, “please, I’m just a, a w-weak man.”

“No you’re not. You’re humanity’s strongest soldier. So hold back Captain, hold back until I tell you to let go”, you carry mania in your voice, it makes you sound raspier than usual.

You straighten back up, using his strong shoulders for support. The sofa is creaking under your movements, Yoongi is squeaking.

“Wanna bounce on you, babyboy. Wanna ruin that cock for anyone except me.”

Yoongi grabs your hips so tightly that it hurts. He presses out a graphic curse and a fruitless plead for your mercy with his eyes rolled back.

But mercy doesn’t come and so Yoongi is bound to climax deep inside of you with a weak whimper of your name. He is shaking, seeing stars, feeling dizzy. It’s a good orgasm, because it’s intense and hot. But as good as it is, it also feels like torture. He disobeyed you and Yoongi has been your husband long enough to know that such disobedience has consequences.

“Did you just cum?” you ask, not slowing down. There they are. The consequences. Overstimulation to the point where Yoongi feels like bursting into tears.

“Yeah”, he croaks, twitching aggressively each time you drop down on him. His cock is so sensitive. He feels every inch your warm walls hug and it burns. Burns so much.

“Fuck, Yoongi. Didn’t I tell you not to?”

“S-sorry I, I couldn’t help it- ah”, he groans, squeezing his eyes into little slits while furrowing his brows. His cock weeps, throbbing painfully while your pussy is forcing it to stay hard, “was too much”, he whines, “honey please slow.”

“No?” you laugh in amusement, “you know the rules. You cum without permission and I get to use your weak cock as a dildo. It’s only fair.”

“Fuck ___ you’re cruel”, he whines.

“Yeah, I’m so cruel. So crazy for you, Captain”, you agree, pulling him closer by his harness until you can kiss him breathtakingly roughly.

Yoongi whimpers into the kiss, letting you lick into his mouth and bite his lips until he feels like screaming. The fuck feels better because of it. Still hot and his cock still feels like bursting in overstimulation, but the kiss grounds him, pulls him into the moment, soothes him. It’s not a soothing kiss per say, of course not, you are basically eating him up, but Yoongi loves kissing you during sex. He finds great comfort in it. It reminds him that you love him and that he loves you.

He loves that reminder.

“___”, he sighs and wraps his strong arms around your waist. He broadens his stance and begins meeting your movements in quick ruts up.

“Y-Yoongi”, you mewl into the kiss.

“Like it?” he asks, panting quickly.

“Yeah…love it…fuck Captain, you…yes”, you moan, stumbling into a sloppy and terribly wet kiss all whilst grinding your hips into him in a needy rhythm.

Yoongi may be suffering right now, his cock may be aching for a break, and his head may be pounding loudly, but he wants to please you so bad that he ignores all those aches. He wants to make you cum right on top of him, throw you over the edge and get you to heaven and back. This is his duty as your loving husband. Please you. Please you. And please you even more. It’s the kisses which motivate him. Your sweet, sweet lips on his' and your greedy hands running along his undercut.

Yoongi moans into you, fucking you with all his might. He wants to please. Oh, he wants to please so well. He loves how you touch his scalp, loves how you feel up his undercut, loves how you mewl into the kiss and he loves how you feel around him. Your pussy is so warm, so wet, so tight in pleasure. He knows that you are clenching down on him, that you are chasing the heat that comes with squeezing right around him. He is aware that you are mostly doing it for yourself, because you’ve told him just how good it feels to do a kegel when he’s inside, but fuck, it feels incredible for him too.

He chases it, even if his cock is twitching. Deeper and deeper, harder and harder, better and better. Hips meet hips, your ass feels oh so squishy each time it connects with his thighs, your body trembles under his fingertips.

"Fuck, Yoongi, f-fuck", the kiss breaks as you let your head fall down. Now it’s resting against him, forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together while your hot breaths are intermingling.

"Is good? Like it?" he asks and pants for air, holding your hips to grind them against him. He can feel your clit rubbing against him, knowing very well that this is going to make you cum for sure. You love it when he does that, when you can grind against him as his cock is inside. It always gets you, he knows it does because he fucked you a hundred million times and knows your body like no other.

"So good, ah baby", your voice pitches in pleasure, you tighten around him, "close." 

"Let go, let go Misses Ackerman", he whispers, feeling you tense even more.

Your hips stutters, your nails dig into the nape of his neck.

"Fuck", you squeeze your eyes shut, "Min Yoongi you dangerous…man… ah god", you press out and moan, throwing your head back as your body falls into its high. 

Yoongi holds you through it, watching your face morph into the prettiest expression with his heart pounding in his chest. He loves this so much. You are so beautiful. Feel so good too. This is it. His purpose. He is finally fulfilling it. Fuck, it feels so good.

"Urgh god", you come down with an arch of your back, growing slack against him.

Your arms are hooked behind his head, your cheek is resting on his shoulder and every now and then your body twitches as a shiver runs through it.

"Holy moly", you mumble, huffing out air.

"Yeah, right?" Yoongi agrees, feeling up your ass and back. He can’t deny it, he is still so horny. His cock has just started to enjoy the sensations again and having your warm walls pulsate as an aftermath of your high feels incredible to him. He is aching to fuck up into you again, but doesn’t for the sake of you catching your breath.

"I feel like we didn’t have a quickie in ages", you say and laugh breathily.

"Yeah right? That was intense. You’re crazy." 

"I know, it’s the costume. You’re literally the sexiest man ever and now you’re looking even sexier and I can’t help myself."

Yoongi chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.

"So you like it?" 

"Yes. I love it. This is gonna be used often from now on."

"Understood", Yoongi mumbles and grins. You are really so whipped. Spending all his adult money was so worth it.

You lift your head then, meeting his droopy gaze. You feel droopy yourself.

"Please leave the costume on", you say, already feeling him up again.

Yoongi chuckles, "fine, I’m leaving it on. Good god, you brat."

"Aaah don’t say that, I’m gonna get horny again." 

He snorts, "you're so funny. You don’t even like that word or being called like that." 

"Yeah, but it's different because Levi’s just saying that lovingly and that’s why it gets me and now you say it looking like him and it gets me."

"I think everything he does gets you."

You nod your head vigorously and giggle.

Yoongi rolls his eyes fondly, "of course he does."

"Yes, but you get me better. You know that you do", you whine, nudging his chest, "so much better.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, you do. Oh my god, Yoongi I love you. Thank you for this surprise. You look so handsome, I’m gonna cry", you say and pull him into a deep kiss while your hips begin moving again.

Yoongi sighs, welcoming the movement with eager hips.

Needless to say, he is in for a long and wild night.​

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Oh wow!

Aaaaaand here it is, the Levian Animatic! LOVED this pilot when I first heard it, and I knew I had to make something for it! I had such fun working with @hey-there-hunter’s designs, and @levianpod’s wonderful audio. Everyone go donate to their crowdfund, and thanks for watching!

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My vote is with Captain Italy

Imagine: you pull up. Arm wrapped with Sebastians—Little Sibi Stan, the best baby girl ever, resting on your shoulder.

Everything’s normal, then bam. Sebastian is darting off for this

[raendown]

Came for the crack ships. Stayed for the crack ships.

Hoooo buddy. Crack ships ALL OVER THE PLACE. xD That’s what I get for airing the fact that I will write for almost any pairing even if I don’t ship it myself. 

I’m glad to know someone enjoys that rather than just puts up with it! 

*waves enthusiastically* Hi new friend!!

[What made you start following me?]

[forbidden-sorcery]

The Mahayana attitude was illustrated most famously in the Upāyakauśalya Sutra, a Mahayana work that may date from as early as the turn of the common era. Here Mahākaruṇā (Great Compassion), a bodhisattva ship captain at sea on a long voyage, discovers a thief onboard who is about to murder his five hundred fellow passengers, all merchants. The captain finds himself in a moral quandary, for if he tells the merchants of the thief’s plan, they will certainly kill the thief and thereby come to suffer terrible karmic consequences for their violent act. If he does nothing, five hundred will die and their murderer will suffer the karmic consequences. The only solution, he concludes, is for him to kill the thief himself and, in doing so, accept the karmic retribution that will follow his violent act, so as to save the thief from the much worse fate that would result from his own killing of five hundred men. Paradoxically (and not insignificantly), however, precisely in sacrificing himself for the good of another, the bodhisattva escapes the negative karma normally associated with killing, and indeed, as we well know, eventually attains Buddhahood. The thief, meanwhile, dies to be reborn in paradise.                 The paradoxical nature of the bodhisattva’s self-sacrifice in this story shares much in common with other Indian narrative literature on giving. When King Sibi, for instances, offers his eyes to a blind old Brahman in the jataka tales, his pains are described in gory detail, yet through his awful act of self-sacrifice, the king gains a new set of superhuman eyes that can see through walls and for a hundred yohanas in every direction. In fact, throughout Buddhist narrative literature, the most terrible sufferings, when endured for the sake of others, become a blissfully cathartic purification of one’s attachment to self, and the violence of the act is transformed into a creative moment of selfless, compassionate enlightenment. Through self-sacrifice, violence becomes precisely the opposite of what we might normally expect: absolute love.

Jacob Dalton - The Taming of the Demons: Violence and Liberation in Tibetan Buddhism

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Levian is exploding on listeners ears like the unforgiving sea against the Drumming Isles!

Support/share the crowdfunder if you can so that Season 1 can be made and we can make more adventures.

Hot damn Levian starts out SWINGING. Starting off with the intro to a sex scene and immediately getting punted into life-and-death noble sibling infighting all in the first 5 minutes. AND THEN getting punting into a monolog about colonialism and worship of the sea. And that's not even touching on the sea captain lady who's part monster and has fucking shark teeth 🥰

Delicious superb stunning 10 out of 10 no notes

[hey-there-hunter]

1. 1: Oath

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Levian’s crowdfunder has been extended to the 18th September!!

Now’s your chance to listen to the pilot episode, show some love and help get S1 made!

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Star, July 22

Cover -- 3 Jennifer Weddings and a Baby -- Jennifer Garner, Jennifer Lopez and Jennifer Lawrence 

Page 1: New fears for scary skinny Celine Dion 

Page 2: Contents, Katy Perry 

Page 4: Reese Witherspoon and Jennifer Aniston can’t revive their chemistry from two decades ago when Reese guest-starred on Friends and Reese has found the on-set connection she craves with fellow mom Kerry Washington 

Page 5: Kaley Cuoco feels more comfortable in yoga pants and t-shirts but she was warned she’d never be taken seriously that way so she has glammed up for her new project The Flight Attendant, Heather Locklear’s daughter Ava has had enough of Heather’s failed attempts at sobriety, Dakota Johnson has gone back to her regular workout routine and healthy living since her breakup with Chris Martin 

Page 6: Robert Pattinson is upset over only making $7 million for Batman when Chris Evans got twice that for Captain America, Rebecca Gayheart is looking for a regular guy to treat her well after her divorce from Eric Dane, Spot the Stars -- Jamie Foxx and DJ Khaled, Susan Sarandon, Iman Shumpert, Betty Who, Indya Moore and Mj Rodriguez and Billy Porter, Jonathan Van Ness 

Page 8: Star Shots -- Cyndi Lauper, Rihanna 

Page 9: Miranda Lambert and husband Brendan McLoughlin, Antonio Banderas, Christian Bale and wife Sibi Blazic and son Joseph 

Page 10: Jenna Dewan and daughter Everly, Ashlee Simpson Ross and Evan Ross, Selena Gomez 

Page 11: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle, Strangers Things’ Gaten Matarazzo and Caleb McLaughlin and Millie Bobby Brown and Sadie Sink and Finn Wolfhard and Noah Schnapp 

Page 12: Sofia Vergara, Matthew McConaughey

Page 13: Corey Hawkins and Leslie Grace and Jimmy Smits on the set of In the Heights, Lady Gaga 

Page 14: Vivica A. Fox, Lea Michele and Jonathan Groff, Charlize Theron 

Page 16: Ellie Kemper and Tituss Burgess, Adam Lambert, Sarah Jessica Parker 

Page 18: Mandy Moore, Hilary Duff and Matthew Koma and daughter Banks, Terry Crews 

Page 19: Zendaya 

Page 20: Normal or Not? Jeff Goldblum and wife Emilie Livingston, Zoe Saldana 

Page 21: Nikki Bella and Artem Chigvintsev, Shia LaBeouf, Chris Pine 

Page 22: Fashion -- Best of the Week -- pink -- Nicole Kidman, Issa Rae 

Page 23: Marisa Tomei, Rihanna 

Page 26: Sophie Turner and Joe Jonas -- inside their big day 

Page 27: Katharine McPhee and David Foster’s heavenly honeymoon 

Page 28: Khloe Kardashian wants Tristan Thompson to take her back, Christina Milian and Matt Pokora happier than ever, Love Bites -- Holly Madison is dating Zak Bagans of Ghost Adventures, Allison Williams and Ricky Van Veen separate, Sara Haines and Max Shifrin welcomed son Caleb, Shay Mitchell is pregnant, Jax Taylor and Brittany Cartwright tied the knot 

Page 30: Cover Story -- Jennifer Lopez and Jennifer Garner and Jennifer Lawrence are jumping on the bride bandwagon this summer 

Page 31: Jennifer Lopez and Alex Rodriguez’s blowout bash 

Page 32: Jennifer Garner and John Miller -- keeping it small and simple and maybe a baby 

Page 33: Jennifer Lawrence and Cooke Maroney -- Sweet day with a sour note as JLaw invites all her exes like Darren Aronofsky and Chris Martin and Nicholas Hoult but disinvites her parents 

Page 34: Meghan Markle wants to publish a book filled with her travel, cooking, style, etiquette and design tips she’s learned since joining the royal family -- unless the Queen and the palace foil her plans 

Page 36: Kendall Jenner lonely and desperate 

Page 38: Baby bumps -- Blake Lively, Krysten Ritter, Gretchen Rossi 

Page 39: Miranda Kerr, Keira Knightley, Lauren Conrad 

Page 40: Where Are They Now? Hottest Stars of the ‘90s -- David Faustino, Dustin Diamond 

Page 41: Elizabeth Berkley, Neve Campbell, Jennifer Love Hewitt 

Page 42: Joey Lawrence, Christine Elise 

Page 43: Grant Show, Heather Locklear, Calista Flockhart 

Page 44: Double Takes -- Kristin Cavallari vs. Kate Beckinsale 

Page 45: Nina Dobrev vs. Emmanuelle Chriqui 

Page 46: Beauty -- watermelon -- Candice Swanepoel 

Page 48: Fashion -- gym bag essentials -- Brooke Burke 

Page 50: Entertainment 

Page 52: Q&A with Michelle Collins 

Page 60: Parting Shot -- Heidi Klum at Disneyland Paris

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National Poetry Month #9 - Catullus - Catullus IV

Every rock and roll band occasionally does a ballad. Why? I have no idea, but I assume that they need something slow and easy to sing after bouts of energetic screaming and bashing. In more general terms, even when you’re really good at something, you need to try other things from time to time.

Today we’re going to hop in the Wayback Machine and go sixteen centuries back before Grimald, and talk about about Catullus ( Gaius Valerius Catullus) a Roman poet from the first century BCE. Some 116 of his poems survive to the present day. I was amused to see that half of these are still part of the current AP Latin syllabus.

Catullus, like Grimald, lived in a time of war and turbulence, near the end of the Roman Republic.  He wrote a wide variety of poems, including many short epigrams, and also many poems to his live interest, Clodia. He was a fan of the Greek poet Sappho, so his pet name for her was Lesbia. To students who have studied Latin in school, Catullus was sampled repeatedly, but with much care by our teachers. He could be humorous, and he loved a good insult, but much of it is so sexually explicit that it is difficult to discuss in polite company. Whenever there is a literal and a deeper meaning, teachers were quick to steer conversation into safer waters - which leads us to today’s poem, which has always been one of my favorites.

I think it shows, beautifully, that when the rock & roll poet of his era decided to write something serious instead, the result can be lyrical and memorable. Here it is first, in the original Latin: (don’t worry, you can skip down, I don’t really expect you to read it)

Catullus IV

Phaselus ille, quem videtis, hospites, ait fuisse navium celerrimus, neque ullius natantis impetum trabis nequisse praeterire, sive palmulis opus foret volare sive linteō. Et hoc negat minacis hadriatici negāre litus Insulāsve Cycladās Rhodumque nobilem horridamque Thraciam Propontida trucemve Ponticum sinum, ubi iste post phaselus antea fuit comāta silva; nam Cyrōtiō in iugō loquente saepe sibilum edidit coma. Amastri Pontica et Cytore buxifer, tibi haec fuisse et esse cognitissima ait phaselus, ultimā ex origine tuō stetisse dicit in cacūmine, tuō imbuisse palmulās in aequore, et inde tot per impotentia fretā erum tulisse (laevă sive dexterā vocaret aura, sive utrumque Iuppiter simul secundus incidisset in pedem), neque ulla vota litoralibus deis sibi esse facta, cum veniret a mari novissimo hunc ad usque limpidum lacum. Sed haec prius fuere: nunc reconditā senet quiete seque dedicat tibi, gemelle Castor et gemelle Castoris. 

-- Catullus

And here is my favorite translation (and yes, I had to use the Wayback machine to find it. I wrote it down in 1975). It is about a boat the speaker once traveled on, that he now sees at rest. There are some nice metaphors here on youth and age, excitement, and reaching the end of life. It has a different viewpoint, but bears some similarities to  Tennyson’s Ulysses.

Catullus IV

This ship, friends, tells us it has sailed, Declares it flew upon the sea And, birdlike, flew more rapidly Than all the rest. Swift ships have failed To catch her when they race with oar and sheet. All met with quick defeat, She won the Adriatic’s praise And praise of the Cyclades, Of noble Rhodes, of Thracian seas, Windy and rough, and of the bays Of savage Pontus: she’s made journeys there When other’s wouldn’t dare. Before she traveled far away, Her mast in old Cytoris wood Was once a stately tree and stood And spoke in whispers, and they say Amastis’ and Cytoris’ summits heard Her softly murmured word. This ship says these things were known To them, when she with rustling hair Stood lonely on a summit there: That she in waters madly blown Would steep her palms, and gliding coolly by Scorn every stormy sky. I sailed with her, and I saw how She tacked to right and left and knew The winds of Jupiter which blew Upon her sails or on her bow, She made no vows to gods who ruled the seas But weathered all storms with ease. She made her final Odyssey To this calm bay where she will stay And age in peace and where she may Repose, protected from the sea. Sacred to Castor and his twin, This Ship Has made her final trip. -- Catullus

I remembered this so well, in fact, many decades later, that when I wrote Ethos, the fifth book in The Republic of Dreams, I made one of the key elements of the story a boat named the Tyche (Fortune), whose existence mirror’s Catullus poem (perhaps with a bit bumper ride, though). One of the voices of the series, poet Natalia Yeka, writes an homage to it, echoing Catullus:

 Last Voyage of the Tyche (in the style of Catullus IV)

[Written upon seeing the boat at anchor off Ashkelon]

This boat you see before you, my friends,   Was once the fastest of ships. If her sails and spars could speak, they would attest   How, birdlike, she flew upon the swells, And fled more rapidly before the wind than all the rest. Swift ships of many flags have failed to catch her   As they raced with engine, oar, and unfurled sheet, Every one of them met with quick defeat,   For never was any other hull even half so fleet. She sailed the steep Dalmatian coast,  Flew swiftly through Aegean seas Trading from Rhodes to Thracian shores.   In times of mystery, intrigue, and war, She crossed the Red, Black, and Alborán with ease. Through raging storms and writhing waves,   Round rocky shoals and windswept bays, She’s taken her fearless crew to places where   Other captains would never dare. The trees from which her soul was made   Once stood stately on a mountainside, Weathering wind and rain and conversing with the sky   Asking Aeolus to teach them to fly. And you know, my friends, that he answered. You see her now at rest, not in her accustomed waters deep,   But in the stillness of this harbor. She has made her final Odyssey and earned her sleep   As once she earned her keep, There is only one question I must answer:   Tell me, does Fortune have a daughter? – Natalia Yeka, American Poet (22nd Century CE)

Do you think my high school Latin teacher would be impressed that I still remember this stuff 42 years later? --Steve

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Captain Edward Forney USMC Salute!

Non sibi sed patriae!

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