#Everytime I see any of them in my Activity I melt

[blu-ish]

How would you describe your mutuals?

I lob dem the normal amount

[pinkchrissysposts]

🪷Tips for Lucid Dreaming🪷

Lucid dreaming is one of my favorite method for entering void and shifting. And I would really recommend this method for those who are struggling to enter void.

Before y'all think "how?,I can't do it,it's gonna take a long time" Let me just remind you it's very VERY easy,especially if you use placebo effect,like for me it especially help alot with getting lucid dreams during my journey and altering ego.

I'm gonna share some tips with you that had helped me in the past to get lucid. I used to have a diary entry to write down my progress or write down my whole experience so after going through my progress I am gonna share some tips which can help you achieve a LD.

☆. Placebo effect

It's one of my favourite method to lucid dream or even manifesting,here is an amazing guide by @weirdbraincustard. You can hold an assumption that everytime you study you lucid dream,or every time you help your mom you get lucid dream or you control it. I saw a reddit post where they talk about how everytime they eat banana before bed give them lucid,and many in the comments were telling about the food that help them get lucid.

☆. Altering ego

Another method that I personally love and it helped me realize how powerful I am here another guide to alter ego and my personal experience . So,if you think altering ego is difficult then use PLACEBO to alter that ego it's the same thing.

☆. Dream Journal

Okurr guys keeping a dream journal is also important,y'all probably heard it alot of times. But try to keep some reminder take a piece of paper and write down certain things that shouldn't be normal while you're dreaming example: A car flying in the sky,a house can't melt,etc. Everytime you remember your dream make sure to write down that one weird thing you experienced or saw,write the weirdest part you remember.

☆. Set intention.

It's the easiest way guys,believe me,trust ME🫠. Especially in drowsy state like everynight before going to sleep. Or waking up set a new intention,set intention like "if I see something weird then I'll do a reality check" or try bitting your hand or any other reality check.

My favorite is placebo and alter-ego,it's just make me feel stress free and less worried. What I used to do is,if I had a hard time altering my ego,then I would choose a certain activity that I wanted to improve example: drawing but I'm lazy,my assumption use to be "if I draw 2-3 times a day,then I'll lucid dream BECAUSE I AM VENUS",I don't so those activity as Christina I do those activities as Venus who lucid dream if she draw 2-3 times a day. I hope y'all get what I mean🫠.

Also as you get in drowsy state as you fall asleep,keep reminding yourself to do a reality check,or do reality check if you see something really unbelievable.

[goldfades]

(I’m right here babes!!!)

MANAGER HAS MATCHING HOODIES WITH THE TEAM 🗣️🗣️🗣️

They have lots of matching things actually, matching shoes, jewelry, pajama sets, mostly the managers doing. Like there’s so many pictures of them walking around with matching tops and bottoms on cuz you better believe she’s like “Y’all match with me today or i’m gonna start a war.” (I mean they were gonna do it regardless)

Something also tells me that the manager is secretly good at basketball and just doesn’t tell anybody 🫣 Idk she strikes me as one of those people who’s like “you don’t know a lot about me.” like okay mysterion

Manager learned Croatian for Nika and I will take NO OBJECTIONS. They’re always talking shit and cussing each other out in Croatian as well, and sometimes the camera picks it up and people try to make out what they say on the court.

But like imagine when the manager first spoke it to Nika and told her why she was learning it, I swear my heart would melt. Manager is just so considerate and what’s to make her girls comfortable and started learning it thinking that it would make Nika feel a bit more at home 🥺 Hold on I’m gonna sob in a corner real quick

Manager has tea about staff members (mainly previous ones) and spills it with them team 100%. Any drama that happened within the staffing the girls know about.

I can imagine how those conversations start

“I wonder what happened to (staff member)” and the manager is just like “girlllll…”

“Tell us, SPILL IT NEOW🗣️🗣️”

The shit talking between the team is so fucking funny

Manager ranting about a previous co worker and the team is just eating that shit up.

“Talking like my outfits affect my work ethic, NEWS FLASH BITCH! If it was such an issue the other staff above me would’ve said something years ago when I first started. I’ve been here bitch.”

(Random but I feel like Paige is one of those people where, if the manager is telling a story, and she told Paige already, Paige it doing commentary the whole time manager is telling the story to the others.

Manger: She’s constantly eying me up and down everytime she sees me. Like the other day she went “You are just all sorts of unprofessional.” like bitch???

Paige: Now Mind you!!! This bitch is worried about what the manager is doing, YET she just started her position and is already talking shit about her SUPERIOR, who has been here for years.” )

Sometimes the manager doesn’t tell the girls outright who it is if the staff member is still there, but they’ll figure it out quickly.

-🐹

BABYYYYYYY I MISSED U AND UR RAMBLESSSSSS HELLOOOOOO!!!!!!

oh my gosh, and matching rings!!!!!!! idk why i've been obsessed with the thought of the entire team being dripped tf out but i feel like they'd also have big ass matching rings

lowkey... because her sister is rly good at basketball and she def taught her some tricks so she'd definitely have some skill yk, and everyones like "WHATTT, what can't y/n do?????" (literally nothing she's barbie)

the whole croatian thing is SO REAL BECAUSE YES!!!! she's not quite fluent but she's almost there bc nika teaches her sm, and the shit talking thing is so real

i feel like they do most of their shit talking on the bus, but they do it quietly cus they don't want geno to hear but like.... he does (he just honestly doesn't gaf) and she's spilling everything

oh and kk and paige are very active listeners, the head nodding and the gasping pls like "SHE DID WHAT??"

[armandisdaddy]

Jorrāeliarza Mēre (Dear One) Pt.2

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Velaryon Fem Reader

Content: 18 PLUS 🔞, Incest, Age-Gap, Sibling Rivalry,Angst, Sexual Activities, Wedding Night, Loss of virginity, p in v penetration, choking.

Word Count: 2,193

Summary: It has been revealed to you that you’re now engaged to be married to your cousin Daemon. Your sister feels betrayed and you as well. Leaving you to try and mend whatever is left of your relationship with your sister and figure out how to make Daemon’s new life with you hell. But, you are definitely in for a surprise. Daemon might just make your life heaven…IF you let him.

Author’s Note: I’m excited to see how well part one did here and I hope with this series all the readers come to love it as much as I do. I surprised myself with this part so as always I hope you ENJOY!!!

In your confusion you stormed out of the banquet furiously huffing your way into the secluded courtyard. Your darling betrothed running behind you with a look of distain. When he finally caught up to you he grabbed your arm yanking you toward him. “What in the Seven Hells was that, Y/N!? I can assure you I understand your disbelief, but in front of my fucking brother? Not to mention your entire family..any issue you have with me can be saved for when you and I are alone, but we will be married tonight. So put all your grievances aside. I can promise you no ill treatment and pleasure as well if you would only let me show you what pure bliss could be, ñuha jorrāelagon.” “My love.”

He pulled you in causing you to place your hands on his chest to create a barrier between the two of you. You could feel his heart beating against his chest his violet gaze meeting yours and you gasped, seeing the fire behind them burning for you. What was this feeling? Everytime he touched you, you felt it. A warm feeling that could be felt within your core radiating out through the rest of your body. Pushing yourself away from him you hissed in anger.

“How dare you take away any little freedom I had? You could have had a willing participant in your lap as we speak and yet you chose me..why, Daemon? I don’t understand…” tears welling in your eyes. “Jorrāeliarza mēre, that is exactly the reason why I want you. You’re not begging for my attention and yet I would give it to you freely. You do not see me as a husband to catch or a cock to fuck. To you I am arrogant and probably a cunt. But, I want to be the one name you whisper every night. The one that makes you come undone with the simplest touch. I need you..”

Turning to face him how could such an insufferable man be so enticing. For a moment you thought it wouldn’t be so bad..those thoughts of him touching you in ways you’ve never felt dulled the anger. “I will try and make the best of this…it’s not like I can back out if now...” He smiled almost reading your mind, taking your hand pulling you into a kiss. It was…everything you hoped your first kiss would be like. You melted into him without hesitation before he pulled away causing you to pull forward as if to catch his lips, but he left you wanting more.

You nipped at the soft pink flesh savoring the taste of him before realizing how unraveled you became for just a moment. You looked to him surprised at yourself and quickly gained your composure. “Excuse me, I think I should be getting ready for our wedding.” Rushing off to her chambers she noticed the aching within her core pulsing uncontrollably before being distracted by the sudden thud of another against you. It was Laena the small smile you held faded away instantly.

“Laena…I was hoping to find you…” She sneered at you and rolled her eyes, “Why so you could rub my face in your soon to be wedding?” You were saddened by her words, but there was nothing that could be done. “Sister…please…You must believe I’m just as shocked and hurt as you..I atleast thought our father would’ve spoke to me about this before just making the decision for me.” The green eyed monster clouded her judgement and frankly she could care less about if your statement was true or not. “I knew there was something between you two and you convinced me otherwise. I would’ve never pegged you as a backstabbing cunt of a sister, but I guess I was wrong…”

Her words cut like a knife and angered you all at once. Instead of coming to blows with her you decided to take the highroad. You would make her hate you now if this is how she really feels. “Sister..I must getting ready for MY wedding. I will not fight with you on what is supposed to be such a joyous day. You should be getting ready too.”

Walking away you were too heartbroken by how she acted to even care about her reaction and tears threatened to fall but the fact that she would turn on you so easily angered you more. Back in your chambers your handmaidens were helping you get ready. You picked a beautiful golden dress that had a mesh trained embroidered with gold beading and crystals that the light would hit just right.

Daemon decided to have the ceremony out in the courtyard where the Godswood stood so the dress seemed to be made for the occasion. Your silver tresses were braided and pinned and held up with a golden headdress made to look like leaves. The handmaidens looked at you as if you were a goddess and giggled amongst themselves of the many lewd rumors they about your husband-to be.

Just when you turned to ask them what they were talking about your mother, Rhaenys came in to walk you to the courtyard, but you were still rather unhappy about secrets being kept. “I know I’m not one of you favorites, my sweet girl. But, your father could not deny the man that fought beside him and helped him win the Stepstones back, dearest. He offered Laena, but he asked for you specifically.”

You hold your tears, “Mother, Laena hates me.. this was not my decision. We haven’t seen our cousin in years and all of a sudden she’s gone mad for him and he’s asking for my hand. This is becoming too much.” She pulled into that familiar motherly hug that seemed to make everything better, “Don’t worry about Laena, Y/N. I will talk to her..now let’s go. Everyone is waiting.”

The both of you lace your arm’s together and head to the courtyard. You were a nervous wreck, shaking the whole way there, but your mother held you tight to reassure you. Finally, you arrived and you saw him standing there underneath the Godswood waiting for you in front of the Septon. Taking your place in front of him you looked to see both your families standing to witness your union. Daemon had looked at no one, but you and the intensity of his gaze made you look to the ground to escape him, but he lifted your chin and smiled. “Kostilus gaomagon daor ruaragon hen nyke, ñuha jorrāelagon.” “Please do not hide from me, my love.”

Looking into his violet eyes you found yourself at peace . He took your hands in his and nodded to you. “Ready?” You hesitated, “Y..yes.” The Septon began, greeting those who came to witness your marriage. “We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The two of you now stood side by side holding hands. The Septon tying your joined hands with a ribbon to symbolize your union.

“Let it be known that Daemon of House Targaryen and Y/N of House Velaryon are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder.” “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words.” You and Daemon both call the names of The Seven. “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger…”

After Daemon said his vows looking to you with nothing but admiration. “I am hers and she is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” You followed still uncertain of your future with him, “I am his and he is mine. From this day, until the end of my days.” He pulled you close and said his last vow to you. , “With this kiss, I pledge my love.” He held your face with his free hand pulling you in pressing his lips against yours feverishly. You were nervous to feel that feeling again but you closed your eyes melting into him just as easily as before.

Once the wedding was over of course you and your families had an after party. Once the night grew late Daemon announced his leave and you followed, but was stopped by your father, Lord Corlys. “Y/N, my youngest girl. I know you think me evil, but I hope you still remember I love you. And I know Daemon will be a good husband to you.” You smiled unable to hold a grudge against him for too long. “I love you too, Father.” He hugged you sending you off to spend your first night with your husband. You caught up with Daemon and he grabbed your hand leading you to his chambers without a word. He smiled down at you as if he had something in store for you. He was making you even more nervous than before and before you knew you were at his room. “What do you have planned, Daemon?”

You didn’t want to go inside scared of what was to come, but he lightheartedly pulled you inside. “I’ve been waiting for this night…Jorrāeliarza Mēre.” He pulled you close letting his hands resting at the small of your back. His chest flush with yours as he pressed his forehead against your own. You didn’t have a clue what you should do but hands held onto his forearms feeling the muscles flex and tense beneath them. He smiled backing you into the wall, laying soft kisses on your chin and neck. You welcomed him exposing your neck more and he took the invitation. He bit into your soft skin causing you to whimper and moan.

He hummed in delight from the beautiful sounds you made. His hands quickly taking off the many layers of your clothing leaving you in the thin fabric of your chemise. He took no time to remove his clothes before picking you up as if you weighed nothing and laying you across the bed. “This is your first time, yes?.” You gave a shy nod. Your innocence was cute, but he would rid you of it soon enough. “I will be gentle…at first.”, He warned.

His calloused hands caressed your body still slightly protected by your chemise. Your nipples erect from the cool air caught his attention. He took one betwixt his two fingers slowly rolling it between them. Such a feeling caused you to coo in approval. He groaned ripping that damned fabric from you body as he was growing impatient. He stopped to see your beautiful body in all its glory, taking in what was rightfully his.

You were flustered and wanted more, whining you looked to him pulled him on top of you again. Now that you were both this close, you leaned in letting your lips hover for a moment before his crashed into yours. Giving into him his hands grabbed a hold of your thighs opening them so he could rest between them. His cock rubbing against your cunt from him bucking his hips hungrily into you. This moment between him and you was not what you expected at all. You thought you’d be fumbling around like an idiot, but with Daemon it was easy. It felt…right.

“Daemon…I want you.” Wrapping your legs around him he smiled letting his cock head rub along the slit of you cunt. The slick coating it before he prodded at the entrance getting you ready for the unfamiliar stretch. His hips bucked forward letting himself push inside your slick walls. You wince and whimpered into his neck leaning you head back against the back. He looked into your eyes. “Are you alright? Do you want me to stop, Ñuha rūklon.” “My flower.”

“Daor, ñuha zaldrīzes. Kostilus.” “No, my dragon. Please.” Grabbing the nape of his neck pulling him into you as close as you could you laid kissing along his neck while his hips crashed into you. Your cries and moans carrying through out the room. He looked down seeing you enjoying this moment with and he kissed your lips pumping into you over and over. He started to reach a place you weren’t familiar with and it set off something inside you. Your stomach tensed and the sensation overwhelmed you with pleasure.

“Y/N…I love you..” He groaned into your ear biting the soft flesh of your neck leaving his mark behind with a kiss to dull the slight pain. You were in ecstasy feeling the coil within your belly about to snap. He could feel you ready to release and his groaned within his own pleasure ready to spill his seed inside you. “Cum with me…”, he commanded. Without warning her release came quicker than she realized. Riding out her climax with him doing the same inside her. The glow of their love making still fresh upon them he looked into her eyes kissing her lips once more before pulling away.

If this is what life with him would be like…she had no objection to it.

To be continued…

@midnightprincess18

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

To follow the Polar Star

To follow the Polar Star   

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x OC (July)

Prompt: Mermay

Tag: Forbidden Love Stargazing Mythological creatures Fluff

Word Count  1.561

Author’s Note: Special thank you to @kissmetwicekissmedeadly for suggesting this challenge to me, with the prompt Celestial a bit different than something I usually do, here it is my entry, super late but anyway I really hope you can enjoy this fic and the banner, I spend more time than I would like to admit creating it to my liking. 😆

A story worth telling between two people who should have not met, but they did, turning upside down all the belief they had, following the polar star that led them both to their destiny, bonding them together with Love. 🥰

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

Stars glimmering in the sky,  they attired every kind of gaze from the inquisitive of the sailors looking at them to find their way to the loners, looking at them with a whirlwind of thoughts swimming in their minds to couple romantically looking up at them only to soon indulge in far more pleasurable activity letting their kisses be a worthy show for the crowd of the glimmering constellation witness to their love, to the dreamers searching the universe to find answers for all the question that arises in them, wandering in their reveries like they were used to, a place to let their hearts free of chains of any sort ... not being called weirdos but finally free to be themselves be it for a while.

It was like that he felt everytime he looked up at the night sky, nestled near the border of the ocean where sand meet the water caressing from time to time the curious sea animals that went to check up on him, more often that any of his friends and family ever did anyway, judging him like everyone else a freak with his head on the clouds more interested to learn about other cultures than about politic, struggling all the same to do any choice that he deemed better for his Kingdom, his role of a prince no more than a chain he felt attached to his wrist, able to break free only at night when everyone was asleep and his guards thought useless to watch over the meek and mild prince of Atlantis.

His eyes locked to the stars above the only place he felt to belong to, the slow rolls of the waves crashing on the shore pleasant melody to that spectacle, noticing a figure sat on the sand gazing at the sky the same way before he knew it words he never intent to spoke resonated in the still air of the night

“Do you like the stars ?”

he swimmed closer to it taking on her figure quietly sat on the shore, little waves crashing on her feet melting with the long light gown now floating above the water, startled by the voice she looked at him in the dark, noticing him only when he was so close to her she could almost have touched him if she wanted to, 

“I am sorry I did not want to scare you away… please stay.” his voice  reached her before she could go away, moved by the pleading apologetic tone of his voice she returned to her place on the shore as little waves begin melting back into her gown

“I do like stars and you ?” he was becoming bolder he knew of that, maybe even bothering her, but at that time something else was winning over, his need, his deep desire to have someone to talk to, someone who understood him, someone that maybe could see him as something more than the weird kind prince he was … not receiving an answer he sighed in defeat when suddenly her voice crystal clear and soft like the frizzy breeze rustling on the ocean resonated in the still air of the night.

“I do too.”

Her smile was the most glimmering he has ever seen and her eyes two pools of turquoise he want to dive in and never remerge shining under the light of the full moon, as hair wavy and black like the night sky rustled around her beautiful features

“What is your name ?”

“Keith Howell… and yours ?”

“I am July.”

“It is such a pretty name it suits you.”

“Thank you.”

her question coming unexpected like a summer storm

“Are you not cold in the water ?” no one ever asked that, no on ever cared enough to ask, her eyes hiding an hint of concern as she stared at him warming his heart

“Thank you for your concern but I am not. The water at night can be surprisingly warm.”

a knowing smile light up her lips as she continued 

“From the morning sun, I thought the ocean was different.”

“Not in this part, here we are protected from the cold and harsher sea currents from the barrier reef, we build it up for that reason.”

“You ?”

“Well my kind.” confusion glimmering in her eyes, he bit his lips nervously while his fingers kept fidgeting with his bracelet

“I did not want to deceive you but … I am not human.” her eyes widened in disbelief, he hold his breath mustering enough courage before facing her again

“I am a merman.” he closed his eyes not to see disgust curling her lips, reopening only at the sound of her voice tickling his ears

“I never met one.” he could not believe it at first so much he had to pinch his hand to see he was not dreaming, for there was nothing but curiosity painted in her glimmering eyes as she got closer to him, unable to look away as she stared in his amber eyes

“Well …I have never met a human either.”

“Me neither.” it was his time to stare at her taken aback by her revelation, swimming closer to her rock

“I am a water nymph, more precisely a nymph of the Ocean.”

“There are others kinds ?”

“Oh yes, some are bonded to lakes while some others to seas.”

“ I did not know that … we have pretty much the same thing, some of our kind thrive in colder water while others do in tropical ones.”

“Interesting.”

The curious stars only witness to their peculiar encounter, first of many others as their heart grow closer each day, he taught her the constellations and all sorts of legends about the stars while she helped him understand the water currents, all the while learning together to take care of the water animals they both loved so much.

It was a warm night, they were admiring the little twinkling stars appear one by one in the sky, melting from afternoon to night in the span of few hours they spend leisurely talking about everything and nothing, until she pointed out at a shooting stars, her eyes glimmering like the full moon as a sun bright smile curled her lips, she turned to face him 

“I never told you that but there is a custom among my people, it is said if you wish upon a shooting star your desire will become true, and if a couple do it they will be together forever.”

“It is really interesting. We shall do it.” she nodded enthusiastically 

“Remember to keep the secret to yourself or it will not become real.” he was used to keep things to himself anyway but to please her he nodded, shooting her a side line glance once the shooting stars come into view, desiring for their wish to match and be turned into reality, how beautiful it would have been if it worked, he sighed softly admiring her gorgeous smile lit up her pretty features, resisting the urge to caress her soft cheeks, unaware of the gaze she stole from time to time to his side, seeing his amber eyes reflecting the brightness of the moon, shining over his curly grey hairs she did her best to resist the temptation to slide her fingers in his soft locks, oblivious to that feeling taking roots in their hearts.

All the creatures of the ocean advised him to not meddle with people outside the water not to love them for their were far more instinctual people than oceanic ones irrational and weirds he should have been away should have despised them even, and yet every time he thought of her he felt something he never had in his chest an indescribable warmth spreading from his heart galloping wildly like a seahorse, countless nights they spend together watching the stars and talking about the usual thing the weather, their worlds ... and themselves, little by little they hearts were caught under the spell of love.

No one approved of it and no one ever would have if the old men and women of their tribes would have not recognized publicly that feeling claiming it unbreakable, forbidding everyone to tear them apart, forcing them to accept their union, and by consequence even the frequent visit they paid to one another, able to disguise their bodies and meet in each other world with the help of a magic seashell ring they gifted one another.

She was a water nymph.

He was a merman.

They should have never met but they did, two worlds believed irreconciliable were now allies able to forget their quarrels in honor of a prosperous peace for their kinds.

Their feeling was unusual, they were frowned upon by everyone and yet after seeing the everlasting happiness their love brought them both, changed minds and hearts of the more rebels people among their kinds, all that give immense entertainments of the asters and all the star peeking curiously at them hiding behind the clouds as the tales of a forbidden love turned reality were the talk of the animal proof and evidence that there was no breaking the most powerful magic of them all enrapturing people since the beginning of the universe for mighty and deep was the spell of love.

[sweetshrimpyboi]

😳☣️ For Collin if you’re doing belly asks!!

Also Freckles for the soft asks! :0

Ooooh thank you so much for the ask anon and heck yeah I love doing the little ask games they are way too much fun XD

"😳 Is there anybody in your character's life who blushes at the sight of their belly? Maybe somebody who can't help but stare? Perhaps even somebody who just can't keep their hands off it? How does your character feel about that?"

Honestly none of my characters really have any relationships or folks they are bonded with in their stories (im really not good at writing that sort of thing sadly as much as ive tried its not something im good at and it ends up making me frustrated so I keep things kinda to the one character. ;v;/) So I cant answer if anyone would stare or want to touch his tum but I can say that his reaction would be absolutely flustered beyond belief Collin is the type that he LOVES attention (its why he is a performer after all and why he will go out of his way to enterntain anyone XD) And like having his tummy fawned over and being rubbed he would melt into it like you wouldn't believe definitely full on embracing it though he wouldn't really understand why thats such an entertaining thing for someone to do but goodness he would roll with it and definitely he would love the sensation! :3 His kiddos tend to be on the more active side so he does have a bit of a sore belly so it would also be a very very comforting feeling to have it taken care of :3 "☣️ Are there any particular foods that really upset your character's belly? How does it affect them? Do they make an effort to avoid it? If not, how frequently do they eat it?"

In Collin's case a food that he both cant resist but tries to is those huge bags of cotton candy you see at circuses and fairs he LOVES it so dang much but because he has no self control when it comes to eating it he will eat way too much of it and it will without fail make him sick this has happened so many times before he goes out to perform and it makes it harder for him to do a satisfying performance (even if the audience is happy with it he isn't) so he tries to avoid it at all costs but when he sees the machines up and going his resistance kinda flies right out the window and he will down bag after bag of it and then his stomach is messed up. A lot of time it doesnt help that the sugar rush makes him hyper so he is running on a sugar rush (his little ones getting antsy too) and thus making the nausea worse because he cannot stop moving by the time he crashes he is definitely going to lay down in his dressing room and just kinda curl up there but his babies don't get the memo most times ;o; The circus Collin works at is known for their treats so he is on the daily snacking on all sorts of tasty foods! Onto the soft ask!

"freckles - most-worn article of clothing?" My absolute most worn clothing (I literally wear them everytime I go out the house which isn't a whole lot but still) are these blue/green basketball shorts they are my literal favorite pair that I have ever owned and they make me happy they are kinda tied with my light blue crocs but like I figured I would go with the shorts mainly because like thats pretty much all I wear out and about no matter what shirt I wear those shorts tend to be what goes with it! Thankies for the ask anon I super appreciate it eeee!! <3

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i love the things you write with all my heart and it makes me want to write my own so bad.. theres nothing stopping me, and im not particularly worried about skill or anything, im just lazy as fuck and everytime i imagine something and then swoon and go "wow i should write this 💞" i just continue to lay in bed and go on with my day without doing anything haha. maybe one day!!

anyways im not the best with using words to describe how i feel but , my first works of yours i read were the hangover/blindspot ones and they permanently changed my brain chemistry. i think about them daily, and i am not exaggerating that. i eventually read your dmspot things too, i put them off for a while because im not too big a fan of dm and t&i in general at all, but theyve done a very good job at softening me up to them a bit, to the point i (for the most point) dont actively avoid reading things about dm anymore lol

and the cinnaseph one !!! i adore that skin i wasnt expecting to see anyone write with it especially not in a setting like that, and its so cute :( i felt so bad for aesop the whole time bc i resonated w him soo bad and hrgrhgdghf the whole thing just melted my heart in all honesty.. i wonder if joseph will ever know just how much aesop is going to think about that event and him afterwards, sweet thing

Took me a while to think of how to respond because HDGSHSGAHGA KYAAAA. I never get asks here at all and much less so detailed thoughts of people about my fics 😭

I'm so happy every time someone says they like any of my Blindspot fics, regardless of what Joseph I use in it. Hangoverspot seems to be a hit with everyone though hahahahah. I hope you do read the dmspot ones, since I consider a lot if them to be my favorites (especially ma petit fleur. I consider it my best written thing up to date). They're my go to to write for joscarl when I use Blindspot.

Yes the cinnaseph one. I tend to project onto Blindspot from time to time so a lot of things written about him are definitely easier to relate to sometimes. The cinna skin was also just so cute I couldn't resist not writing something with it! (that fic was written for someone I don't talk to anymore and I'm glad other people love it too, does make me feel better about it hsgsgsgsgs)

And on writing: it is actually a task to sit down and do it the first time. I've been writing since I was 11 and actively doing this in fandom spaces since I was 12, so I've been here and doing it for a very long time. Getting that first push can be a lot sometimes whether you're doing it for the first time or you're going into a new fandom and getting the hang of the characters for the first time. It might seem scary, but once you break that ice the first time, it becomes easier, even when there are bumps on the road.

[jnnlynnette]

First Blog: Facing fear

Experience

I am a type of lady that is active in church, the one who participates in any activities such as camping, bible drills, song drills, etc. However, when I am at school, my confidence would turn 360 degree. I am afraid to approach other people, I am trembling every oral recitations, or reporting. I am noisy with the people I am comfortable with, but it's the opposite when I don't know anyone. Approaching someone, asking a favor if they could lend time for me with aleast 3 to 5 minutes is an enormous step for me getting out of my comfort zone. I was having trouble on approaching anyone, but thanks to my friends who pushed and encourage me to do it, face my fear and overcome it. It was a sunny morning when we went to College of Agriculture bench after our morning class to start our interview. We approach random students from College of Agriculture and College of Business Management. I also went to College of Engineering and College of Arts and Sciences to interview random students. It was a fun and enjoyable experience to be able to talk to my co-students and ask them about the problems they noticed in our school that needs attention from the administration or any student organization.

Reflection

It was Wednesday when my friends and I decided to conduct random interview with several students of CMU. Anywhere we look, every angle we turn our heads, we always see students doing their homeworks, hanging out with their friends, reviewing for their exams and quizzes, etc. However, despite of their business, there are some who lend several minutes to us to participate in our interview. My heart would really melt everytime I hear them say, "uy! pa interview ta kay mag inana sad raba ta puhon" and "pa interview ta aron mahuman nang task nilang Ate". I realized that in this world, there are still people who are willing to help you in times of needs. Asking favor for educational purposes to strangers is not an easy thing to do - - - it was really a big step for me. I do house to house everytime there is an outreach program of our youth in church but when in school, I am always shy to approach anyone. Additionally, I realized that in this world full of irresponsible people who does not dispose their garbage properly, there are still people who are concerned with the mother nature who wants to eliminate the consume of plastic bottles, cups, etc. in canteens, market, and other eatery in CMU. I am astonished by their love of nature and ecosystem, and their perseverance to maintain the greeny CMU.

Learnings

In this activity, I learned that there are numerous problems of CMU that was noticed by the students. The pie chart below is the result of the survey interview of our group which are the problems that needs attention by the administration and student organizations stated by the student.

There are total of 14 problems of CMU stated by the students during interview, which are the tambayan, transportation, internet connection, students schedule tracking, lack of potable water fountains, waste problems, insufficient educational tools, lack of healthy foods in canteens, student security, mental health, ventilation, illegal business in CMU, invisible road humps, and lack of printing stations. As for the commuters who have several hours interval of classes, they see "tambayan" as a problem because the benches are not enough to accommodate thousands of students. Waste problems is commonly mentioned in our interview because in CMU, they see garbages, plastic wrappers, and plastic bottles thrown everywhere by the irresponsible students. Also, they reasoned out the absence or lack of garbage bins.

Documentation

Regular meeting of the group.

Photos with the interviewees.

(other students refused to take photos and record videos during interview, hence, we utilized voice recording.)

[stardustjie]

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢

my personal dating headcanons for vi because it seems i cannot think about anyone else lately. i love that woman — i wrote this with a modern au in mind, but i think most of this can fit in the canon world.

she is a big sister at heart. so caring and loving it makes your heart melt. her hands are so strong, basically made to fight, but her touch is so gentle it seems unreal.

her love language is physical touch and will touch everytime she can. every reason is a good reason to feel you close — holding your hand, kissing, hugging. she is the best hugger, holds you so tight it makes you think she is going to break you but at the same time you feel so safe, especially when she pets your hair. she is really protective of you and no one will ever hurt you while you are in her arms.

when it comes to cuddling she's good either way. vi absolutely adores having her head on your chest while you either play with her hair or pet her head. the feeling she has when she listen to your heartbeat while you hold her close is the best in the world but having your face pressed on her neck and her harms around you is a close second. loves the idea of holding you, she feels like she's protecting you from the world, thing she is willing to do.

loves pda and she is not ashamed to show you off. when you are out expect an arm over your shoulders or on your waist, expect kisses on your eyelids or temple. she holds you close to the point you can smell her perfume and you can cuddle against her. she loves when other people know you two are in love with each other. she loves when you blush because she knows you don't want her to stop.

she also kisses a lot. even if they are just plain, quick kisses she loves to feel your lips on hers. vi demands goodbye kisses everytime you have to be apart even if for just a few minutes. you have to get up during a cudding session? she pouts and demands a kiss before you to anything else. she may just say "excuse me?" and you know she wants to touch you one more time.

actually, vi is not the jealous type. if she is in relationship with someone she trusts them no matter what, so if she sees you with someone else she wouldn’t be bothered. she knows your heart os hers. however, she is the most protective person you will ever know. if somebody hurts you she is going feral, doesn't care who they are.

dates with her are unique. vi values fun more than romanticism when it comes to dates, so she'll probably pick the bowling hall or ice rink. and if you don't know how to do one of those activities your pretty girlfriend is more than willing to teach you. she wil totally laugh if you fall, but at the end is a good teacher and is patient with you.

uses a lot of per names. your name might be her favourite sound in the world, but there is something intimate in a cute word to call you by. it's special. it feels like home. to the sweetest like sweetheart, bubbles, cupcake, lovely, pretty girl,... to the most random ones like sugar cheeks or literally any peculiar trait you have! loves to add "my" at the beginning of each pet name to make it more cheesy.

she is the best at giving advice and has a bad influence, kind of. she's a free spirit, fun-loving person and will absolutely encourage you to do the things you are anxious about. if you want to do a thing you are unsure of you just go to her, she'll make you do it. doesn't care if it's a phone call or a piercing or if you want to get bangs, she will convince you. overall, she's the girl you go to when you need motivation.

she can do anything she puts her hands on, from cooking to housework to fix anything around your shared apartment. she is not the best at baking, but because she is not patient enough. she loves spoiling you with food, either takeaway or homemade. if you have a bad day, her first suggestion is to order something from your favourite restaurant. good at remembering every single detail. she will know what you are going to order even before you gave read the menu, it's like a super power. when she makes you coffee in the morning she know how much milk or sugar you like and will always take a little sip to make sure it's perfect.

vi is pretty annoying when she wants to mess with you but everything can be fixed with a kiss so it's just another way to get your lips. often, she will stand in front of you, blocking your way and demanding just a kiss to let you enter in the living room. bonus if you are shorter than her. sometimes she just comes behind you and start kissing your neck and touching you even if you are busy with something else.

talking about being short, she will totally leave things in the higher shelves. she's pretty tall, around 175 cm, so she doesn't do it on purpose but she will absolutely adore to see you struggle to reach the cereal box at 7 am. of course she's gonna help you and tries to remember to put things down, but she loves seeing you having to go on your tiptoes.

pretty into sports, but at at the same time not really... she doesn't have a team she's a fan of nor doesn't really follow any sports beside the ones she is really passionate about, but if there is a match on the tv she will probably watch it. casual watcher most of the time. the only exceptions are women's soccer and rugby. she'll often organize or join game nights with the others. loves romance. literrally, is the type of person you think watches just cool action series while she has has seen To All The Boys I Loved Before and Love, Simon like a milion times. she's not even ashamed of it.

she's an early bird most of the time. she likes waking up early in the morning, working out then have breakfast before it's even 7 am. however, some days she just wants to sleep in and spend all morning under the covers with her head on your chest, listening to your heartbeat and falling in and out of sleeps. totally does that on her days off since she doesn't schedules anything in the morning. it's her selfcare time.

she's one of the most caring and beautiful human beings you will ever met. vi is loving and protective and so gentle to the point she restores you faith in humanity. even when she's blunt and rough and keeps people at distance, she still menages to be naturally good at heart. you believe her kindness can change the world.

[yesimwriting]

The Promise of Rain, blurb 2

The Promise of Rain (part 2?? technically) 

A/n I was not originally planning a second part for this but some people wanted it and this idea came to me and it works better with the context of ‘The Promise of Rain’ but it can technically be read as a stand alone :))

Anyways this might turn into a small series of kinda connected blurbs that are all kind of canon with each other but aren’t necessarily connected except for the reader’s background (the reader is a very sunshine-y person and knows Kaz bc she’s a runaway princess that he was hired to bring back home but she managed to convince him to let her work for him instead)

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The night air had left me with a chill that made me want nothing more than to have my covers draped over me as I read. I’m normally more sociable after a job, especially after such a simple and safe ending, but a lot of tonight had left me wanting to be alone. 

Well, not truly alone. The company of my books is always welcomed, but tonight I can’t seem to find much comfort within the pages. After almost every paragraph, I find myself distracted by gusts of wind and thoughts of the heavy, silver clouds that seem to make up tonight. A part of me longs for the rain. I know it’s ridiculous to expect rain each time I desire some sense of comfort, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Especially when the sky so clearly implies it. 

“This must be the fifth time I’ve come here and you’ve been reading.” Kaz’s sudden appearance is almost enough to shake away my lingering somberness. 

I roll my eyes slightly, turning my attention back to the page in front of me. “That observation is just a testament to how often you come in here.” 

His glare is half hearted, a look I’d find endearing if I was less annoyed. “Where else am I going to find a reminder that good people exist in Ketterdam?” 

I think he may have a sixth sense that warns him when I’m treading the line between being annoyed and displeased. Everytime I find myself mad at him in a way that makes me want to avoid him instead of yell at him, Kaz makes some ridiculously heart-melting comment. He steps further into the room. I don’t miss the way he eyes my stretched out legs. Ever since the conversation we had after he woke up after an injury, we’ve fallen into the unmentioned habit of silently inviting the other to stay by moving to make room for them. 

It had started the day after the conversation in which Kaz had admitted that he wanted me to stay with him. He had been sitting on the small couch while discussing the details of a job. Shortly after I walked in he made a point of shifting so that he was clearly on one side of the couch. I didn’t think much about sitting down, but Inej and Jesper exchanged a look. 

Now, though, I keep my legs stretched out on the bed. He eyes my position on the bed, something grim crossing his features. 

“It might rain tonight.” 

He knows me so damn well. I hate it. “I hope so.”

I turn my head, analyzing the way the world seems to be on the cusp of something. I stare at the silver clouds until I feel something hard tap my leg. The tap is firm but not painful. I’m quick to look at Kaz as he lowers his cane. The mention of rain had been a distraction. 

“You distracted me on purpose.” 

“The first rule of the Barrel is to always be prepared.” There’s a slight uptilt to his lips, something I’ve learned to interpret as a sign of teasing. 

How is he so easy to be around one second and so cold the next? I resist a smile. “I’ll take notes.” 

Kaz ignores my passive aggressive tone. His focus seems to be on my legs that have still not moved to offer him a place next to me. “You wear your emotions too openly.” Great, he’s going to make us talk about it. “What reason could you possibly have to be mad at me?”

“I’m not mad at you.” It’s a partial truth. 

His expression harshens. “Don’t lie.” 

“I’m not thrilled with you, but I don’t think that’s the same as being mad.” 

Kaz lets out a partial sigh. “No, they’re not the same.” Such an early concession feels like a trap. “With you, the first option is worse.” I don’t have anything to say to that. “Is this because of what I said to Jesper?” 

My posture straightens on instinct. “He wants your validation more than he’d ever admit and I understand that expressing praise isn’t exactly something you do, but would it kill you to not actively insult him?” 

“I didn’t say anything that was wrong. He thinks he’s a gambler but he’s just someone born for losses.” The look I give him must mean something to him, because Kaz is quick to tact on, “That doesn’t make him less valuable of an asset or less relatively dependable.” 

I eye him cautiously, the slightest bit of vulnerability playing at his features. “Don’t look at me like that--and don’t tell me that. Jesper’s the one who could use the occasional reminder from you that you hold him to any regard with positive connotations.” His lips press together like he’s thinking about scolding me for scolding him. “It’s only because I know you care more about Jesper than you’d ever let on.” 

“Jesper’s esteem can handle the blow.” The curtness of his voice is a blow in its own sense. “And he didn’t exactly deserve to be in my good graces after what he did tonight.” 

My sigh is not weighted enough to match Kaz’s newfound fountain of emotion. “We were successful--”

“He left you.” I didn’t know Kaz’s voice was capable of such harshness. “I paired him with you, and he left you--and you almost didn’t make it.” I let the weight of his words take up all the available space in the room, keeping the silence that follows them until some of the heaviness has dissipated. “He could have cost me one of my best people.”

Oh. His harshness, his unwarranted coldness, had been a manifestation of his concern. For me. Guilt knots my stomach. Potential words that may offer Kaz some sort of support raise and die back down in my throat. Kaz turns towards the door. 

“Kaz.” He pauses. There’s a long moment in which I think he won’t turn around, but finally, he does. I tuck my legs beneath me, forcing myself to sit up a little straighter. “I told Jesper to leave because I knew the job would have failed if he had been trapped in that room with me.” I drop my gaze towards the window. “I was right, the job was successful, and I got out in time so it was worth it.”

“You risked your safety?” The harsh facet of his being is making its return in full force. 

“For the job,” I’m careful to keep my words factual, “It’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Kaz’s jaw locks. “When I said that keeping you near me would ruin you this is what I meant.” 

Is it really this big of a deal? I made it out. “Kaz.”

“This wasn’t my best idea.” His words are leached of anything. “You’re going back home. Tomorrow I’ll arrange the voyage myse--” 

“Kaz Brekker you may get to live your life doing anything you want but you don’t get to control mine.” My chin raises an inch, an instinctual act of subtle rebellion. “I am not going back there, even if I’m technically indebted to you because you didn’t return me to my father but that does not mean I’ll--”

“I’m not trying to control you.” His words are sharp, boarding on a yell. “A job like that one wasn’t worth you.” 

From Kaz, I know those words are heavy. There’s a lot of things I could say to that. I could tell him that I wanted to do something for him. I could say that I appreciate him telling me that. I could even say that in his own way, Kaz giving Jesper a hard time because he left me, is kind of cute in a misguided way. The thing is I think all of these responses will make things worse. 

“Kaz,” I keep my voice as steady as possible, “I’m fine, you’re fine, it all worked out.” Scratching the back of my arm, I exhale gently. “I’ll be more careful next time, I promise.” 

I watch him carefully, there’s a slight slump to his shoulders as he exhales. Is the fight leaving him so easily? He walks further into the room. “You better.” He sits down in the space I provided for him slowly. “If you’re not you’ll have worse things to worry about than anything that can happen to you on a job.” He moves his cane forward easily, tapping my knee in a swift motion. 

I roll my eyes at the mock threat. “They do say that there’s nothing to fear in the Barrel like the Dirtyhands.” 

“Remember that.” Any edge in his voice is forced. I fight against a smile that seems to always want to break across my face whenever I think I see something resembling lightness in Kaz. 

“I don’t think I could forget anything about you.” 

He turns his head slightly. “You should.” 

“Too bad.” 

Kaz leans his back against the wall, untensing slightly. “I think you just like disagreeing with me.” 

There’s no point in lying about it. “Only because when you argue with me you give me this really particular look.” 

“A look?” 

Adding insult to injury, I smile. “Sometimes you look like you’re too focused on being angry, like you’re compensating for something.” 

Kaz lets out a bitter sigh. “Maybe if you were less of a puppy I wouldn’t have to--”

The laugh that escapes is most definitely a mistake. “Did you just call me a puppy?” I don’t give him a chance to reply, laughter taking over again. “I mean this in the least argumentative way possible--but you’re so weird sometimes.” 

He rolls his eyes, tensing. “I’m leaving.”

I stifle the rest of my laughter. “No. I was--I was kidding!” I keep my eyes on Kaz, expecting some type of annoyed glare, but his expression is a lot more weighted than that. Odd. “Kaz?” 

“You need to be more careful.” I understand Kaz’s pause as something he does before saying something outside of his nature. “I’m not asking you this as a Crow or a Dreg.” 

On instinct, my posture straightens. “I promised and I meant it.” 

“Sometimes I wish I could believe in Saints,” his voice has taken off a distant quality, almost fragile, “That way I could believe something existed to help what matters.” 

Oh. “You never fail, even if I didn’t believe in Saints I’d believe in you.” 

“You’re wasting your faith.” The sound of lightning cracking is almost enough to make me jump. The rain finally came. 

I know I’ll never convince him that that’s not true. “I don’t think so, but that’s why it’s called faith.” 

“I have faith in some things.” His expression is far off. 

“Like what?” 

Kaz’s eyes find the window. “People that find meaning in the rain.” 

Something in my chest swells. “You’re like the rain.”

We sit there in silence, watching raindrops glide down the window. “What were you reading?” 

The question has me dropping my gaze to the forgotten book on my lap. “I stole this book from the palace before I left. It was my mom’s favorite, she’s read it so much the spine’s completely cracked and the cover is practically falling off.” 

“Hm…” He mumbles. “Read some, the books read in a palace must be worthwhile.” 

A part of me wants to tell him that elitism has no place in literature, but his request leaves me frozen. I nod once, turning to the first page of the book. “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife--” 

“Your upbringing makes sense--” 

“You can’t judge it off the first sentence,” he’s insufferable, “It’s setting up irony, and if you’re going to complain--” 

He lets out a conceding sigh. “I’m listening, I’m not interrupting.” 

I keep my eyes on him for a second longer than I should. “Okay.” Dropping my gaze back to the book, I adjust my grip on the worn paperback, “Good.” 

And then I keep reading. 

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@theincredibledeadlyviper @grishaverse7 @lonelystarship @mentally-in-northern-italy @uhanddreag 

[palaceofpassion]

When the Cows Come Home.

Patreon Reward!  I suppose I should start adding more non ask stuff cause ya know, everything died! 

BRRRR-`

SLAM

Jaune’s hand hit the alarm clock before it even had the chance to really get going, his eyes snapping open and his body jumping straight off the bed.  “Good morning!”  He rose with a mighty shout, causing the empty home around him to tremble with his mighty yell.  A smile slapped across his face as he scurried forward, his body and mind ready for the day to come.  A quick dash to the shower, half an hour later, and he was ready to go and hit the day with all his might.  

“Ah!  Nothing quite like a hot shower in the morning to get ready.”  And, as he headed downstairs, his mind ignoring the empty echo of his footsteps.  “Time to get started.”  Dressed head to toe in denim, boots tightly bound to his feet, and a large hat to block out the sun's rays he knew that today was going to be a good day.  

And like every day, this was how Jaune Arc started his mornings, before the sun began to rise he was out and about.  Now one may wonder, what was the young Arc doing up so early in the day?  Well the answer was simple, he had a responsibility, and he would be darned if he didn’t follow through with it.  Even if he was the last remaining Arc holding down the fort he would continue what his ancestors started.  

With one quick turn back to his home he allowed himself a small frown, he’d be lying to say he didn’t MISS his family… oh wait no!  It wasn't like they were dead or anything.  They’d all just wanted something else in their lives, and well his parents wanted to retire and his sisters just moved on.  But, as he made his way towards the barn… he realized he’d never be able to leave this place.  After all, if he did leave, who would take care of the girls?�� THUD  The doors swung open as he took a step into the lovely stable.  “G’morning girls.”   And he smiled, brightly as he was met with the pleasant and waiting smiles of three gorgeous heifers.  

“Morning Jaune!”  

May was just… he shuddered as he eyed the gorgeously tanned heifer, her massive watermelon sized breasts swayed back and forth as she excitedly beckoned him.  She’d been so shy when he’d gotten her, and well look at her now!  He couldn’t help but feel proud.

“Good Morning.”

Ciel was something else indeed, massive swells jiggled freely as she tried to hide her enthusiasm for the coming activities.  Even if her breasts were smaller than May, she made up with the most… delectable ass in existence.  

TAP TAP TAP

“Neo!  Watch your language!”  

The last of his girls, a short heifer, bound with a large chest, wide hips, and large ass.  Neo had lost the ability to speak long before he’d picked her up and saved her from a life as breeding stock.  While she’d softened, she HAD QUITE the mouth on her.  

“Alright then…”  He shook his head as the shorter girl waved him off, her eyes flashing dangerously as she gave a quick snap at her cow printed bikini.  A smile showed that she was ready and waiting for them to get started, though from the very scent wafting off of the three, he could tell they were all ready.  And… as he remembered what his sisters had told him long ago, a well bred cow is a well milked cow.  

So-  “Alright, Neo, you’re up first.”  

TAP TAP!

He chuckled to himself as he unhooked her fenced zone letting the tiny troublemaker out.  She quickly made her way over to the large pumping machine, something that had cost him a PRETTY penny.  But it had made his life so much easier, after all just like his sisters had said again!  Or at least what Saph had said, “Remember, breeding your heifers while they’re being milked is the best way to get the highest quality milk.”  

If he was being honest, he didn’t believe her but… as Neo got herself ready, propping herself onto the specially cow shaped bed, letting her feet rest at the tail ends and splitting her legs apart.  He just couldn’t resist, now could he?  Especially not as his eyes followed the shimmering trail running down her inner thighs, leading to her moist core, the g string of her bikini wedged solidly between her plump vulvas.

“Well then…”  

He hastily prepared the pumping machine, and watched as the suction began to work its magic.  Her thick round nipples began to tense inside and her face contorted into slight pleasure.  “Time to get started.”  Thump.  His pants hit the ground as he positioned himself between her thighs, and as his hands touched down upon her legs he could feel her practically vibrate in anticipation.  

He of course was a gentleman, and knew not to keep a lady waiting.  So without further adieu he pressed the meaty head of his cock against her already slippery slit and slid it straight through.  Her body tensed for a moment as he pushed against her cervix, a bulge forming against her belly as he found himself grinding into her uterus pushing her organs up just a tad bit. 

Her smaller body had always made it easy for him to see his handy work, and as he began to shift his hips, pulling back as the bulge inside of her started to slip away, he found himself simply enticed to do it again.  

Hands firmly grasped onto her once more, his fingers digging into her boney hips as he suddenly slammed back.  Her back arched and her toes curled as he let himself thud inside  of her once more.  

He could see her hands grasp at her hair as she tried to scream out in pleasure.  A smirk crossed his face as he pulled back once more and then let loose another powerful smack.  Fleshy bits meet, and their bodies collide.  SMACK SMACK SMACK 

His body began to move on its own as her lithe form tightened around him.  Her moist cavity grasped upon his cock, each ridgey lump squeezed upon his veiny weighty cock.  And everytime he tried to pull out she would only tighten more, her pussy tugging along with his member as she did so.  

Their bodies continued to meet in pleasure until the pumping finally came to an end.  And, as a reward for her good deeds he let loose a torrent of white inside of her.  Her back arching once more and her nails grasping onto the side of the bed.  Her eyes rolled back as she lost herself to a powerful orgasm, allowing her body to fall into a nice little rest as he did so.  

For what it was worth, “You lasted longer than usual.”  Jaune took note of the time, a clock installed onto the wall above, an hour had passed.  “Okay, good thing I got stamina.”  

Pulling his cock out of her with a POP, what followed was a flooding rush of thick white goo spreading onto the soil beneath them.

Not even wasting time, Ciel came up.  Despite being the most ‘mature’ of the trio, she was always excited, internally, for a good ol fashion milking fuck.  

“Excuse me, I do believe it is my turn.”  

Jaune smiled, she pretended to be calm on the outside, but he could see the way her hips swayed, her big juicy ass wobbling back and forth as she did so.  “Of course.”  

He quickly pulled Neo off the machine, resting her to the side on a nice stack of hay.  

“Well then… get on.”  

Ciel shook her head, “I would rather…”  She turned back to the machine and made her way over.  Finding a medium height branch off the bedding she bent over.  “This will suffice.”  

Once more Jaune simply rolled his eyes, but as her big bare ass swayed back and forth, the sun's light glistening off the juicy posterior, he couldn’t resist.  Wrapping around he set her up, this time a soft moan escaped her lips.  “OooOh~”  

Jaune smiled, the normally stern girl becoming soft as dough under his touch.  “Good girl.”  His hand was already in motion before his mind even formulated his next plan.  SMACK The base of his palm met her massive mounds of soft flesh.  Ciel shivered, her body bucking at the point of impact, her plump posterior rippling outwards.  

“Ahng~”  Her voice echoed as she felt the pressure of his cock squeeze against her soft sex.  A terrible tremble tremored through her form as he pushed inside of her.  Her teeth bit down upon her lip as she squeezed her eyes shut.  His thick cock punching in and out of her tightly wound body always did THINGS to her.  

The orderly woman began to melt, her form finally relaxing as she fell to the rhythmic thrusts of her beloved master.  SMACK SMACk SMACK.

Their bodies pressed together, his hands tightly squeezing upon her soft and supple flesh.  His hips smacked and rolled against her bottom, cock twitching and plucking at her precious core.  

Ciel, for all her bluster, gave in rather quickly.  Her body seizing as small shakes began to spread from her womb.  Her body shivered and jolted, her muscles tightened and her mind ran blank as he began to fill her with his own precious milk.  Her womb began to fill, thick globs of seed poured inside of her ballooning her belly with miraculous speed.  

And just like with Neo, Jaune pulled out, allowing the girl to fall silently into the bedding.  

“Phew~  That’s a good girl.”  His fingers ran through her rump, squeezing and sinking into the soft fleshy folds.  “Now then.”  

Before he even had the chance to fully turn around he was suddenly tackled to the ground.  Straddle upon him now sat the sex crazed May.  Her gaze consumed with lust, her pupils having completely shifted into shaking hearts.  “Well now.”

He wasn’t surprised of course, well not anymore at least.  “Me! Me! Me!”  

May couldn’t help herself, the Barn was practically radiating with thick sexual pheromones and she had waited SO VERY LONG!

“Milk me!  FUCK ME!”  

Jaune smiled, though that smile turned into a contorted screw of pleasure as she propped herself up and down on his cock, taking full control of the situation.  The massively busty cowgirl couldn’t wait any longer, her body already on automatic as she began to bounce herself up and down his massive shaft.  

And in it went, slicked with thick layers of cum and love juices he was able to slide right inside of her without a problem.  His member pushed all the way down her depths punching right against her cervix and pushing her inner wall up and against the other side of her uterus.  

So she screamed with all her might, “YES YES YES!”  She wanted more, her body already acting on its own as she bounced herself up and down, the sound of her wide ass smacking against his hips, the pendulum swing of his big full balls bouncing up to smack her bottom echoing from around them.

She didn’t even care about being milked at this point, her massive tits swayed and flopped up and down as she unrelentingly pushed herself further down upon him.  She loved the way he made her feel, his cock stretching her insides, rupturing against her inner membranes and slamming against her needy cavern.  

The more she pushed off of him, the harder her breasts flung.  Thick droplets of pure white began to seep from her nipples, with every thud against her chest she began to leak more and more of her precious white nectar.  

Jaune wasn’t about to let it go to waste however, thinking quickly he reached out, spearing his hands upwards and folding them into her soft and squishy sacks of fat.  His digits dug into her flesh, squeezing and massaging at the fatty milk jugs.  Pulling his strength he lunged forward, knocking May onto her back as he started to thrust.  “YEEESSSSH!”  She squealed in joy as he bit down upon her plump nubs, his lips tugging and suckling upon the delicious teets.  

He was going to lose a bit of profit today, but getting the chance to drink right from the source was ALWAYS a pleasure.  

His body reacting to the new found flavors began to plunge further into his orgasm.  Heifer milk had a ���special’ effect to it, it heightened sexual appetite, increased sex drive, and of course.  “YES CUM INSIDE ME!”  

It helped stimulate sexual orgasms!  

And so he did, his cock twitching, pulsing, and finally convulsing inside of her released an unrelenting torrent of semen.  His thick cum began to flush forward, as her hungry ovaries did their best to consume the newly invading substance in hopes of making room for more.

And as he pinned her to the ground, her body unable to push back even if she wanted to, he found himself surrounded by his other precious girls.  A smile crossed his face as he released May’s soaping tit, a rancher’s job was never done.

[idontblushsrry]

How the Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Smell

A/N: Absolutely no one asked for this but I have thoughts and now yall have to hear them. Btw gonna put a keep reading because I’m trying to cover as many jjk characters as possible so it’s gonna get long.

Warnings: Spoilers if you’ve only seen the anime or haven’t read the manga up to the Shibuya Arc (relatively minor but you’ve been warned)

Itadori

He’s nowhere near the best smelling but his scent isn’t awful 

He sweats a lot so he takes showers a minimum of 2x a day

Overall his smell isn’t that bad, he just smells like outside 

5/10 points for effort but he always smells like he just got done rolling around in grass

Fushiguro

Fushiguro smells like the suave ocean breeze body wash with an undertone of pen ink 

His smell is very nice, it’s not the most remarkable but it’s not stinky

Middle school Megumi was definitely a hot mess that smelled solely of axe body spray and other middle schoolers he beat up (Tsumiki tried her best but there was only so much he’d compromise on)

After he started attending the Tokyo school, Maki threw out his axe and made Gojo buy him actual cologne/scented body wash

7/10 smells like a friend (points reduced because he used to use 3 in 1 body wash)

Kugisaki

Kugisaki is very much clean

She keeps up a beauty regimen and doesn’t play when it comes to upkeeping it

She has this light floral scent because of that; it varies between cucumbers and roses

Her body wash is also consistent with the smell of her beauty products

One thing about Kugisaki’s smell is that it does change completely depending on what products she’s using

Although, if she were to be completely clean with no scented products, she’d have a smell that’s a little bit metallic because of the nails and a little pumpkin-y

10/10 points because she sets the standard

Gojo

Smells like the inside of a guys car

He smells like bergamot and cedarwood mixed with a hint of leather

Overall he smells nice and it’s frustrating because his scent lingers. It’s so distinct that even when he’s gone, his scent will stay behind just to taunt you

9/10 minus one point for being Gojo

Maki

She’s very particular about hygiene 

It mainly stems from 1) her upbringing and 2) the level of cleanliness needed to clean all the weapons she uses regularly

She smells of metal polish, lavender with a hint of patchouli, and a slight undertone of rust

10/10 overall very strong scent but it’s so uniquely her that it’s calming 

Inumaki

This makes no sense but I feel like Inumaki smells like the sandwich part of a deli

Specifically that fresh baked bread and sliced lettuce smell

It can be a bit nostalgic at times especially because the smell in general occurs in a lot of places 

10/10 because bread smells good

Panda

It’s canon that Panda smells like the sun but we can get more specific

Panda does smell like the sun but I think he smells like a freshly cleaned room with the curtains open

The smell is like air freshener mixed with the sun

The air fresheners he smells the most like are: morning and dew, wood, pine, pet odor eliminator

10/10 no explanation needed

Yuta

Smells like teen spirit

Pre-jujutsu high (and before he was sent away to Africa); Yuta smelled like deodorant

He smelled like wayyy too much old spice, it was pretty bad

Post trip to Africa (idk which country he went to), Yuta smells of shea butter, frankincense, and charred wood

8/10 the crimes of pre jujutsu high Yuta will not be easily forgiven

Nanami

He smells like the blue Ralph Polo Lauren cologne

No I will not take criticism

He also smells a bit like the wrinkle spray people use when ironing clothes

10/10 we been knew that Nanami looks good, smells good, and dresses good

I don’t even like that cologne but for him...

Shoko

Love Shoko but her smell isn’t the most pleasant

Literally smells like cigarettes and alcohol with the sterile smell of cleaner to top it off

She’s an icon but her smell can be overwhelming at the best of times and suffocating at the worst

5/10 some people might like it but it is not for me

Utahime

Her scent is very foresty, either pine or spruce, with an undertone of gree tea

Her scent is a bit muted too so you can only really smell it if she’s really close or if you’re hugging her

It’s not a bad scent though, it’s the type that immediately sets you on ease

10/10 smells like a warm hug

Mechamaru(spoilers)

He’s a robot what’d you expect???

Jkjk Pre-Shibuya he smells really sterile and clean due to his condition

His robots obviously smell like metal and wiring

Post-Shibuya arc(or yk during technically): He smells kind of like nothing

There's the slightest smell of sparks from his cursed technique and the hint of mojito’s smell lingering, but otherwise he smells like absolutely nothing

6/10 the lack of smell is a bit off putting

Miwa

I can’t explain but I feel like Miwa smells like banana and vanilla

Like Mai and Momo tricked her and she ended up actually liking the smell

6/10 not the worst but not the best

Mai

Mai smells really heavily of metal and gunpowder

Obviously brcause of her cursed technique but she ever expected it to stck to her like it does

She doesn’t make any active effort to change it though because she thinks it makes her seem cool and mysterious

4/10 because while it DOES make her seem cool and mysterious, she scares locals

Momo

She definitely uses bath and body works perfume (tempted to say she uses the glittery versions but alas)

She loves using all the candles, lotions, and perfumes because of how girly they make her feel; has a collection that’s probably on a rotater

Definitely uses sweet pea above all

Tries to get Mai to try some of her fragrances but she has a 30/70 chance of getting her to agree

7/10 another scent that’s not for me

Todo

He has a really intense cleaning regimen and is never caught lackin in the smell department

He gets all the more embarrassed when Yuuji smells stinky next to him and will always make Yuuji shower if thr boy stinks

Other than that, he smelled of an ocean-y cologne before Takada-chan released her perfume collection

Now all he talks about is how he smells like the perfect husband for Takada

Takada’s perfume is really light a floral (along the lines of rose + vanilla) and if Todo runs out, he tries to steal it from Momo’s collection

9/10 minus a point for being a simp

Noritoshi

Smells really clean except for when he’s using his cursed technique

On average, Noritoshi smells like the clean linen spray/ clean laundry

When he uses his technique, he smells like blood and when he uses his technique to “dope”, he smells like sweat

Usually he smells like clean laundry though, he’s very picky about how he smells and hates the smell he gets from using his technique

10/10 for keeping clean

Naoya

If you think this man washes his ass...

Sorry but he’s a little too busy being a misogynist 

Naoya saw the term gooch grease and was like “wow someone gets it!”

-400/10 I’m sick of talking about the ways this man smells like a popped neck pimple

Mahito

Only person that smells worse than Naoya

If Naoya smells like a popped neck pimple, Mahito smells like a literal sewer

He smells like sewage, garbage, rot and decay, melted plastic,etc.

Not only does Mojito’s body stink, his breath stinks, hair stinks, just everything stinks

Jogo and Hanami can’t tell since they don’t have noses but everytime Geto gets a whiff, he dies a little inside

-21982913293237932392379319210391090320323019/10 GET BACK. GET BACK. GET BACK.

Sukuna

Pre-death; he smelled like blood 9 times out of 10 

The other 10% of times he smelled like incense or jasmine but you’d never smell it for long

Post-death; stinky funky and rotten

I’m sorry but 1) he’s a mass murder who literally sits atop a mountain of skulls 2) he’s technically dead and only exists thriugh his fingers

If you think that man smells like anything other than rot and grave wax...

-2/10 be glad he got a higher score than Mahito

Choso

I love Choso with every ounce of my being 

That being said, he smells like a scab

Scabs don’t even have smells but somehow he smells like one 

Alright I’m done slandering him

3/10 because I didn’t have the heart to give him anything lower

Geto(spoilers)

Pre-Gojo angst: Geto was the best smelling sorcerer in the world

He was very meticulous about his grooming routine and showed Gojo how to care for himself w/o the aid of servants

A king of self care and personal grooming 10/10

Post-Gojo angst: Geto really stopped caring about his appearance

He’d keep clean to set a good example for his kids, but he didn’t really see the value of looking decent

Probably says “I refuse to use the technology of monkeys”

Even though Mahito smells worse, Geto does still hang around Mahito and that’s gonna rub off

2/10 take a shower man, sea water doesn’t count as cleaning yourself

Junpei

Junpei smells like dandelions/picked grass and cigarettes

Cigarettes are obviously because his mom smokes them so frequently the smell sticks to him

The dandelions/ picked grass smell is because Junpei spends a lot of time outside 

Out of boredom or a need to keep his negative thoughts at bay, Junpei started picking at the grass

I do think he eventually started weaving flower crowns made of dandelions and strips of grass

6/10 because I feel bad for him

Toji

This man...

As much as I’d like to pretend he smells good, he has a drooling worm hanging off him and  probably owns like one outfit

That being said, he’s not as stinky as Naoya or Mahito (or even Sukuna), because he does clean himself when he has the chance

It’s just that he spends his money so quickly that he kinda forgets sometimes

Although he usually has no problem finding some woman who’d be more than willing to put him up in a hotel room

His smell is musky but it’s not funky

He smells like a guy right before they start to get stinky, it’s a delicate balance

4/10 he’s a lil funky but it kinda feeds his image

[nbrook29]

Lmao I don’t know how this happened 😆

***

June 26th 2021, Saturday

When Sander wakes up, it’s to the early morning June sunlight hitting him straight in the face. There’s a vague smell of alcohol lingering in the air, and he groans pitifully when he remembers the amount of beer he drank last night; well, it wasn’t that much per se, but for his not-usually-drinking self it was a bit much, which would explain the sour taste in his mouth. He could be beating himself up for letting a little too much loose and messing up his rather strict rules, but it’s finally summertime and he was feeling so happy and free. Exams are done and over with, bigger gatherings are allowed again, and most importantly, the love of his life has just graduated high school and-

Wait. 

He blinks his eyes open, arm reaching to the other side of the bed expecting a warm body, but it’s met with cold sheets instead. 

Where did that love of his life go? 

Bones cracking when he sits up on the bed, he rubs the sleep out of his eyes like a little boy, looking around the room, a twinge of worry in his mind. Robbe was way more drunk than him yesterday, being a giggly, inebriated, lovely, messy mess that was barely standing when the party came to an end. Sander had to practically carry him to their cabin, with Robbe wrapped like a koala around his back, holding tight as he mumbled love declarations into Sander’s hair until he fell asleep, arm looped around his head and cheek resting on top of it. It was unbearably cute, but it was also a miracle Sander’s legs didn’t give out because as small as Robbe is, carrying his dead weight on his back is a challenge.

For a second, a dark scenario enters his mind, and he’s working himself up over Robbe maybe getting up at some point to throw up and being so drunk he choked in the bathroom (yes, he’s a tad dramatic), but then a scrap of paper lying on the makeshift bedside table that is his backpack catches his sight and relief washes over him. 

It’s clearly torned out from his sketchbook and he smiles before he even reaches for it.

Come and find me when you wake up x

Little hearts were added all around for good measure and then there’s another message below.

P.S. You’re so fucking hot xxxxx

Snorting, Sander thinks back to yesterday’s afternoon when he showed up to pick Robbe up with his dad’s car so they could meet everyone in Ostend. The way his jaw dropped wide open seeing his brand new look makes him feel very smug at the mere memory.

Right next to the note there’s that piece of confetti he put in Robbe’s long hair at the party, his boyfriend blushing so prettily when Sander told him he couldn’t find a flower as beautiful as him around so the confetti had to do for the time being. 

That’s Sander’s favorite activity: pulling a blush out of him with his sappy lines. Well, maybe after getting lost in their out of this world kisses. Or making love to him, slow and sweet or fast and dirty, Sander’s not picky.

5 minutes and he’s out the door after the quickest shower of his life, minty fresh and ready for a quest to find his other half. It’s still very early, the clock showing a few minutes past eight, and to be honest, Sander wonders how on earth is Robbe up and about already. He was fully preparing for a morning full of Robbe’s moans (not the good kind), cursing him for letting him drink so much and swearing on his life that he’ll never touch alcohol again.

The beach is almost empty, barely a few people lounging on the sand, and it takes him no time to spot longish brown curls flying with the force of the wind. Robbe looks lost to the world around him, sitting cross-legged and leaning back onto his arms, face turned to the sun to catch the early morning rays. A soft smile is dancing on his lips as he takes in the sight of the calm sea stretching till the horizon to the sound of whatever is playing in his headphones (probably Bowie because Robbe has a Master’s degree in his music now, courtesy of Sander Driesen) and he looks the most relaxed Sander has seen him in weeks. He looks beautiful.

And Sander is so so in love with him it hurts.

The boy must’ve sensed his presence because he turns around just when he’s a few meters away, his smile growing wide at the sight of him, squinting a little and wow, how does he look so good after a night like that? Sander wonders whether it’s his lovesick devotion that makes him see Robbe through a filter or if sleep did its job marvellously this time.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Robbe pulls at his jean jacket to sit him right next to himself and wastes no time before looping his arms around his neck, peppering his lips with good morning kisses.

“Hey, drunkie,” Sander teases once Robbe gets his fit, earning a half-hearted glare and a soft scoff.

“I was not that drunk.”

“You fell asleep on my head while I was carrying your butt to bed.”

“Well your head is very comfy,” Robbe states matter-of-factly, leaving no room for further discussion because he shuts up any snarky comment Sander may have had with another kiss. That’s a-okay with him, and he tangles his hand in Robbe’s gorgeous locks that he will worship till the day he dies, never missing an occasion to bury his fingers in the tangled strands. The other hand joins in the fun, tugging playfully at the earring he’s also a tiny bit too obsessed with and delighting in the high-pitched sound it pulls out of Robbe.

“What are you doing here so early? I thought you’d be dead to the world till at least noon.” Sander makes himself comfy in Robbe’s embrace, leaning against him and playing with Robbe’s long fingers that are resting on his stomach.

The boy huffs a quiet laugh, a warm puff of air tickling Sander’s neck. “I think it’s the sea breeze making me sober up quicker than normally,” he pauses, hand nudging lightly at Sander’s chin to make him lift his head back and meet his eyes, a soft smile on his lips as he continues. “That and also I think that I was less drunk on alcohol and more drunk on love.”

Sander may be the king of sappy lines, but Robbe has a few of his own up in his sleeve, and everytime he pulls one out, it makes him melt into a pile of goo. Sander crashes their lips together in a kiss that’s a little too heavy for a morning in a public space, but hey, they’re drunk on love and he doesn’t care, Robbe doesn’t care either, and there aren’t many people around them anyway so fuck it. He hums into the kiss, Robbe’s tongue grazing the roof of his mouth almost as by accident, and it’s so good, it always is.

“Last night, it felt so... life-changing, you know? And I don’t know why cause not that much is changing, really.”

“You’re graduating high school, it feels big.”

“Yeah, but I’m staying here for uni, I’m not moving or anything. I don’t know, I think I’ve been feeling a little nostalgic lately.” Robbe shrugs like he doesn’t really understand it, but doesn’t want to dwell on it either. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows though so Sander reaches to smooth it out with his thumb.

Then, something comes to his mind. “Maybe it’s because of us?”

Robbe’s frown gets deeper. “What do you mean?”

Sander turns around in his arms, nodding at the surroundings, voice laced with excitement. “You know this is the first time we have been at the beach since we met?”

Brown eyes blink at him in confusion, but then they light up and match Sander’s excitement.

“Oh my god, you’re right! Fuck, it feels like a different lifetime.”

A very miserable, shitty lifetime if you ask Sander. For both of them.

“I was so lonely back then,” Robbe sighs.

Sander notices a tiny shadow of sadness fogging Robbe’s eyes, like it always happens when he thinks back to that period of his life. Some wounds were cut too deep to fully heal, but Sander’s always there to bring him back to the present.

Tugging lightly on his hair to make him look back at him, Sander gives him a lopsided grin.

“Not gonna lie, I’m very pleased this time around the only person that’s allowed to kiss you is me.”

Robbe hums, a smirk brewing on his lips. “Hmm, I don’t know, I wouldn’t say no to a kiss from Jens I think.”

And Sander knows he’s doing it on purpose, absolutely loves to rile him up and play the “Jens” card when he wants to be snogged into submission. Robbe learned early on that even though Sander’s aware he’s just joking, his possessive streak always comes out in situations like this, making their kisses extra good and their sex extra hot.

“Careful now,” Sander breathes against his mouth, the pent up tension that accumulated last night and wasn’t relieved because Robbe was too drunk hitting him hard. It seems to be mutual because Robbe bites his lip seductively, impish smile letting Sander know that he’s getting the exact reaction he was hoping for.

“Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna carry you to bed the way I did last night, but the finale will be a little different.”

Suddenly, Robbe’s smile turns softer, the gear change leaving Sander a bit confused, but he welcomes it with a chuckle when Robbe snuggles close to him, nuzzling into his neck and letting out a content sigh.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs sweetly against his skin, breaking and healing Sander’s heart all at once. 

“I love you too, cutie. In elk universum.” 

A giggle erupts from Robbe at the universe line. “It’s been a while since you said that.”

Sander presses a kiss to his temple. “I think I'm feeling a bit nostalgic too.” 

***

The beach is slowly starting to fill out with people and bursting their little bubble so they get up reluctantly to the sounds of their grumbling stomachs that demand late breakfast. They notice their friends in the distance, spreading a huge blanket on the sand and carrying armfulls of food, and they walk over to them slowly, smiling goofily at each other and swaying their joined hands, paying no mind to people around. 

“Hey, Sander?” Robbe says suddenly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna be dating a college boy now,” Robbe announces, and he sounds so proud and so adorable that Sander has to tease him a little.

He sighs, putting an extra edge of sorrow into it. “I think you’re getting too old for me, Robin.” A choked-off sound of pain follows, Robbe’s mellowy state not stopping him from jabbing his elbow in Sander’s ribs when he’s being a cheeky little shit. He should’ve known better by now - Robbe’s elbows are merciless. 

They arrive at the spot shoving each other playfully until Zoe yells at them to behave and sit their butts down like good boys to eat their food. They dig in without needing to be asked twice, their previous bickering forgotten as Robbe feeds him sandwiches, pretending they’re airplanes and making Sander and everyone around laugh hard.

This, today, yesterday, is a new memory. One that wipes away the angst he used to associate sea and beach with after enviously watching Robbe in the arms of someone else. 

This time, Robbe’s smiles are directed at him, his eyes are constantly seeking out him, hand slides surreptitiously into his hand, and Sander’s heart is bursting with happiness.

They’re going on a roadtrip this summer, just him and his favorite skater boy, and Sander cannot fucking wait. Just like he can’t wait for their future together.

And if there’s a ring sitting in his bottom drawer nobody needs to know for now. 

Robbe will find out in 55 days.

[buckyownsmylife]

Burn - Henry Cavill smut

The one where Henry’s blindfolded.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: p in v, oral (f and m), curse words, one mention of daddy! kink, unprotected sex (I don’t recommend it), restraints and blindfolds. Also, the reader is trying to be a dom in this one, but she’s pretty soft.

A/N: day 11 of kinktober and the prompts were blindfold + “Hold it”. Once again, the smut is coming without revision and I’m still taking up friendship applications and beta applications which may or may not coincide. Hope you like this one, because I’m feeling dead inside.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Rationally, I knew it was stupid to feel this way. I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to a date with Henry, but the truth was, nothing could have prepared me to what it would feel like to see him kissing someone else, having to sell that he was in love with another woman because that was a part of what he did to make a living.

But I had the best boyfriend, and he seemed to know exactly what I needed to feel better about the entire situation.

“How are you feeling, baby?” I asked as I slowly grinded against his belly muscles, appreciating the view of my very strong boyfriend stripped naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed. 

“I-I’m okay,” he answered in the form of a whisper, almost like he was afraid to break the sexual atmosphere of the room, but I pouted. That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear. It made me feel like I wasn’t doing my job right.

“Only okay?” I had to clarify, running one of my fingers over his bottom lip, before pulling it down and biting it until I heard him gasp. “You’re breaking my heart, honey. Would you prefer if it was Keyra doing this with you?”

The reaction was immediate. His body tensed up, and by the abrupt movement of his arms, I could see he had tried to move them to hold me, but the restraints made it impossible for him to do so.

“No, darling. Absolutely not. You’re the only one I want like this, the only one I trust enough to share this experience with.” I melted. Who wouldn’t, after such a declaration from the man you love?

“I know, baby,” I calmed him, leaning down to press a quick kiss on his lips, watching in amusement as he tried to follow me in the hopes of deepening it. “I’m only messing with you.” I resumed the movements over his abs, needing to feel a little bit more friction on my clit. His answering groan warned me of how truly pained he was feeling at the whole situation.

“Not being able to see you grinding against my chest is the most terrible punishment you could administer.” I had to giggle at his dramatics. Only my bear of a boyfriend would feel so terrible at having his girlfriend controlling his pleasure for once.

“Well, maybe this way you can understand how I feel everytime you film a love scene with another person.” He sucked in a breath, immediately shutting up, and I almost felt bad about my honest remark, but I decided he was mature enough to be able to suck it up. He was the one to suggest our current activity, after all.

“You know what? I don’t see why your punishment should be mine, too. I wanna cum, and you’re gonna make me cum.” I climbed over his body until my legs were on each side of his face, and I tried to ignore the cheshire cat smile Henry was trying very hard to suppress at the prospect of eating me out. “You remember what you have to do when you need to come up for air? Ok.”

After making sure he was reminded of the safe gesture we had anticipated for this kind of activity (a bite on my inner thigh), I lowered myself to meet his waiting tongue, that stood perfectly pointed up at me.

“Fuck,” I immediately breathed out, as always pleasantly surprised at just how incredible Henry was at eating pussy. He treated it like some sort of exotic, delicious dish, and he loved how wet he could make me get just so there was more for him to taste. “You’re too good at this,” I jested, wrapping my fingers around his curls, taking advantage of the fact that he had allowed his hair to get longer for this last role. I loved it like this, I loved being able to use it to try to control his movements.

But tonight, I didn’t have to try. I was the one in control. 

I rode Henry’s face slowly, still too self-aware in this position, but the second his lips wrapped around my clit, I was a goner. Gripping the headboard in front of me, I let myself sit more comfortably in his face, trusting in his use of the safety measure if it was necessary, and I relaxed, enjoying the filthy symphony that my moans and his slurping sounds created in our bedroom. 

As my high approached, he must have sensed it, because his licking became more feral, growls escaping his lips and reverberating against me as I started to fully grind my pussy against his face, crying out every time I bumped on his nose.

And then, I flooded his lips with my essence, temporarily blacking out before scrambling to get out of his face, so he could properly breathe again. I felt like my heart was fluttering at the sight of his perfect lips arranged in a full-on pout.

���You didn’t let me enjoy my meal properly!”

“You’re not supposed to enjoy this at all, remember?” He still looked like I had deeply hurt him, so I leaned down to properly kiss him for the first time that night. Henry moaned against my lips when I deepened our kiss, allowing his tongue to dance with mine as I appreciated my own taste. When we separated again, I was slightly out of breath and his lips were a shade of pink that denounced just how roughly we’d been kissing.

“Didn’t take you for having an asphyxiation kink,” I whispered against his lips, making him smile. “Now, I think it’s about time I take care of you, huh? Let me help you.” Henry didn’t say anything to that, knowing a trap when he heard one. In fact, I could see that he was holding his breath, as I made my way down his body, until I was staring at his perfect cock. The second I wrapped my hand around it, a deep, guttural groan escaped from Henry’s chest.

“Well, someone’s been feeling deprived.” I smiled at my boyfriends chuckle, knowing that was the very idea of the exercise we were currently partaking in, only now it was time for the real torture. Slowly, I licked a strip from the base of his cock until his leaking head, allowing myself to shallowly suck the precum there before immediately releasing his member.  

“You do taste wonderfully,” I teased, licking my own lips to chase the remnants of his taste. My only response was another groan, this one more tortured than the last. “And we’re only getting started, baby.”

I leaned down to wrap my lips around his dick once more, this time going further down after spending a few minutes sucking on the head of his member. Each new inch I uncovered had me retreating until only the head was between my lips, until I was bobbing my head and sucking the life out of him.

Henry’s P.O.V.

Going from practically no stimulation to the best blowjob of my life was making me feral with the intensity of the reactions she provoked on my body. My heartbeat had accelerated to a point not even running could achieve, and I swear that if I was standing, my knees would have given out on me.

Within minutes, I could feel my sack weighing heavier, signaling a fast approaching release I knew she wouldn’t grant me. Still, I allowed myself to entertain the idea of cumming on her perfect mouth, filling her up with my seed and hearing her satisfied little moan at my taste on her tongue. 

“Hold it.” Two words, and yet the effect was instantaneous, if only because at the sight of me fighting against my restraints as my orgasm approached, she immediately retreated until only her fist remained on my erection, massaging it just enough to keep it alive.

The slow, shallow movements were worse than nothing at all, somehow. I couldn’t keep the disappointed groan that made her laugh from showing just how devastated I truly was, but her answering laugh came with the feeling of her warm cunt rubbing against the blunt head of my cock, so I felt like a reward was on the horizon for me.

“Do you miss this?” I knew what she was referring to, and I also knew the answer without even needing to think about it. There were few things I loved in life more than being inside of her, and in that moment, I couldn’t remember any of them.

“Madly.” She chuckled at my answer, and I could perfectly imagine her shaking her head at me, a cute little smile on her face as she averted her gaze, still incapable of accepting just how much I truly loved and desired her.

“How is it that you always know just what to say?” It was my turn to chuckle, but it turned into a hiss as she calmly positioned my cock over her hole and leisurely sat down on it, like it was no big deal at all.

I knew better, however. It was in the way her nails bit on my navel as the muscles in her thighs struggled to accept the tempo of the movement she was performing. I knew she was relishing in the burn of my member stretching her, like it always did anytime I penetrated her, no matter how thoroughly I fucked her nightly. She always struggled to take me in, and I can’t say it wasn’t a huge ego booster.

“Tell me what you want,” she ordered, and I licked my lips at the prospect of finally getting my way. 

“I want to fill that perfect little pussy until it’s dripping out of you, even with my cock still buried in there.” I didn’t have to see to know that she shivered at my words. I could feel it through the connection between our bodies, and I took devious delight in it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Well, I couldn’t say that he didn’t earn it. Just his words were enough to get me hornier than I’d ever been before I met Henry, and my hips moved on their own accord, until I was riding him with an ardor I hadn’t known I was capable of feeling. I didn’t even know I had the muscle strength to express it.

Nonetheless, we’re capable of a lot when we’re thrown in the fits of passion, I’d come to learn. And for Henry, I was pretty much down to do anything. So I just accepted the burst of energy and held on his chest for the ride, taking the opportunity to oggle my boyfriend freely even though I could see his beautiful eyes staring back at me. 

He still looked perfect, and absolutely ruined, his mouth open in a silent O as he panted and tried to thrust up against me as I fucked myself on his cock, but his desperation didn’t allow him to match our tempos. 

I still knew just how to make him cum with me, though.

Planting my knees on the mattress more firmly, I leaned over him to change the angle he was hitting inside of me, making sure the head of his cock was pounding against my sweet spot each time he was snuggled deep inside of me. And then, I threw myself back at his member furiously, determined to reach my own high and bring him with me. 

“Come on, honey, didn’t you say you wanted to fill me up? Here’s your chance. Fill me up, daddy. I wanna have your cum dripping out of me, making a mess on our bed. Please, cum inside of me. Please, please, please.” Each word that came out of my lips was accompanied by a jolt of my hips, and soon enough, Henry’s cock was twitching inside of me just when I, too, reached that euphoric high. 

I’d barely caught my breath and he was already struggling against the restraints, wordlessly begging me to release him, and I had to roll my eyes at his antics. “There you go, was that really so hard?” I asked after I’d freed him from the handcuffs and he immediately took off the blindfold, his hands coming up to squeeze a breast before rubbing all over my body, like he was trying to make up for lost time. 

“Darling, I think you know better than anyone just how hard I was.” I had to laugh, thankful to have his hands on me again after, in reality, depriving myself of his touch, but he really wasn’t wrong in what he was saying.

“Oh, yeah, I can attest to that. Specially since you’re still pretty hard inside of me.” Before I could understand what was happening, he had rolled us over until he was the one hovering over me, his cock still nested deep inside my pussy.

“And I know just the way to solve that problem.”

[ramp-it-up]

Scene Stealer

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Minors DNI, a little angst, some language, a smidge of jealousy, but mostly just fluff! No smut! 😃 All errors my own.

A/N: This an ask from @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs for the Show Runner AU.  I really love these two. Hope you enjoy, Loves! 💚

Read the previous part, Sundancer .

Hi lovely! Idk if your still doing requests right now? If you are can I have a fluffy/soft-ish moment between Rafa and reader? In the Showrunner AU and reader is actively filming a scene and Rafa's being difficult, lol

Your relationship was the talk of the town, especially since you accompanied Rafael on the red carpet of his latest win; it also happened to be your first nomination.

Ever since you went public, you were content with being ‘partners.’ You, especially, said there was no need for anything more. You didn’t want to tie Rafael to you, because you didn’t own him. 

Art was the most important thing, not a conflict diamond and a piece of paper.

Rafael quickly agreed. After all, it had been his manifesto. You two had a perfect understanding. Until you got this role. 

This gig required you to dance, and you hadn’t used your classical training in a while. You were nervous as hell.

“Who does music videos with this big a budget any more?”

You just rolled your eyes as Rafa as he delivered the shade. He would never outright say that he didn’t want you to do it; he always supported you, but you could tell it bothered him.

There was a slight tension in the air in the days leading up to filming, but you both pretended nothing was up. You were busy with rehearsal, so you brushed the thoughts of this shift in your relationship aside.

Maybe he was a little tight because you told him that the singer could definitely get it during a cast party before you two were a thing. Except in Rafael’s mind. 

Rafa had taken mental notes on everything about you, and this one he didn’t forget. But, he loved you, and he was going to ride for you.  Right?

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On the day of the shoot, Rafa pulled up to the studio at about 1:30. He agreed to meet you there when you invited him for moral support.  You’d been there since 11 am.

He shook his head to himself as he was shown to your dressing room, lamenting the fact that he didn’t bring Diggs, because he would be the one needing moral support today.

Rafael knocked on the door and heard you say, "Come in!"

He walked in and saw you in a big, poofy, but short wedding dress. A more elaborate ballet tutu, but still definitely a wedding dress. Rafael was thrown for a loop, so he just stood there, taking you in.  He felt like he was breaking a rule, looking at you in this dress.

You looked absolutely amazing.

The make up artist was working on you, but you turned around and grinned when you saw him in the mirror.

Rafa felt like he needed to sit down. 

"What do you think?"

Rafael actually couldn't think. He looked down and noticed that you had your pointe shoes on. They matched your skin tone perfectly and extended your lovely legs. 

He began to feel warm, a heat which began in his chest and radiated throughout his entire torso. But he was a thug.  He tried to express it.

"You look beautiful...." 

His throat was dry. What the fuck was wrong with him?

To you, Rafa looked a bit like a fish, his mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out.

"What?" You cocked your head at him.

Rafa recovered and moved toward you. ‘Keep your cool,’ he thought.

You  shrugged at him, turned back around to the mirror, and continued. 

"I would never actually wear anything like this. It's too poofy and big. Too princess-y. Not my style." You grimaced.

"You look beautiful." It finally came out.

Rafael smiled, feeling an overwhelming desire to kiss you. The makeup artist exited and Rafa was left staring at you in the mirror again. You were a vision. 

He cleared his throat, deciding to lighten the mood.

"Can I climb under that dress and do what I want to do?"

You threw your head back and laughed. Once again, Rafael was caught in your spell.

"I'm working babe, but we can arrange something later..."

‘Whatever you say, my love,’ Rafael thought. 

But what he said was, "Cool."

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When filming started, Rafael stood out of the way behind the camera to watch. It was a church scene and apparently what you had to do was dance down the aisle to the altar for the wedding scene.

You were lowkey checking for Rafa, and everytime you looked over, he was glowering at you, the set up, or back seat directing. You could read him like a book, and he was not amused or positive about this.

That only made you more tense and out of the zone. You began to regret inviting him.  What was his problem? Was he jealous? He was being an ass, and you were going to tell him about himself later.

You ignored him as you stretched to get ready for another take. You were not going to let him ruin this for you.

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Rafael saw you and melted. He watched, mesmerized, as you danced toward the star of the video. Rafael’s heart clenched when you reached them and kissed them lightly on the lips. 

It happened at least six times for the different takes and angles, and Rafa had visions of dragging you away from there, but he remained calm.

Rafael had no idea that his emotions were so loud. All pretense, all acting skills, all professionalism went out of the window the moment he saw you in that wedding dress.  

He just did not think this production was up to the standard of you. And he caught on to the interactions between you and the star of the video between takes. It was not cool

You  ran through a couple more takes and finally it was time for the last scene, the love scene.

You were whisked back into your dressing room for a wardrobe change. Rafa paced up and down in the hallway to calm himself down. After a few minutes he thought it worked.

Until you came back out.

You were in the sexiest black nightgown he'd ever seen. And those heels. You looked hot as fuck. But when he looked into your eyes, it was clear that you were terrified. 

"Rafa, I don't think I can do this. I'm not feeling it…” Nerves were getting to you. 

“They are sooo not like I thought they were. They're kind of…. There’s no chemistry. And I’m a hack actor if I can’t do this…”  You bowed your head, ashamed.

Rafa hooked his fingers under your chin and brought your head up. He looked at you sternly. He was angry. But not at you.

“Energy up. Expectations down.” 

You tried to respond with a brave smile, but you were really about to burst into tears. Rafael grabbed your hand and pulled you back into your dressing room. He made sure to lock the door.

You thought you knew what he wanted.

“Rafa, we don’t have time for that, I…”

“C’mere.”  

Rafael hushed you and grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace. His large hand was on your lower back, and he held your other to his chest, beginning a slow dance to music only he could hear.  

You looked up at him quizzically and raised your eyebrow.

“Rafa, what…”

“I know that we talked about not seeing the need for marriage in this crazy world, and that we are married to our art, but take a little mind excursion with me…”

You fell into rhythm with him as he began to whisper-sing “Hideaway.” 

…See you’ve had the wrong plan

been sipping the wrong wine

Ay ay… let me put you on my vibe.

“Imagine we’re dancing at our wedding…”

You snapped your head up and looked in his emerald eyes. They twinkled down at you.

“I said, ‘imagine.’ This is just an exercise.”

“I would write a new song just for you and sing it while we’re dancing and get you wet for me but make you wait until after we party all night with our friends to get some.”

He smiled down at you and you were with it, getting into the fantasy. You swayed with him a little longer and smiled back up at him. Rafael’s stomach flipped.

So of course he twirled you away from him and back into his arms. His hand moved down your back to your ass.

“Seeing you in this would be the perfect wedding present. Imagine me waiting on you, not wanting to wait any more to touch you, taste you. Make you a mama.”

You stopped and stared at Rafael.

“….That’s quite the imagination you have there…”

Rafa stared back at you. “I am a creator. I create wild musings.” He turned you around to face the mirror. 

“Use it.” 

He put his hands in your satin covered hips. 

“Pretend you’re a woman who would want that. Marriage. A husband who would cherish you and try to make you happy.” 

Rafael bent down to hug you from behind, pressing his cheek aside yours.

You gazed at your reflections in the mirror. In that moment at least, you were that woman.

Rafael kissed your neck. You closed your eyes and you felt it before you opened them, but when you did, he had stepped away.

“Now go out there and pretend that person is what that woman wants.” Rafael looked at you in that way one more time before he cleared his throat and looked down.

You straightened up and walked toward the door. 

“Thanks for the fantasy, Cash.” You looked back at him.

Rafa winked at you. “Anytime.”

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Three hours later, after you’d killed the scene and production had wrapped, Rafa waited for you in the parking lot, smoking and dialing Diggs on the phone.

“Whattup. D. I need you to talk me out of buying a rock.”

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Hey! Can i please have cinnamon x she/her reader? I don't mind either platonic or romantic, thank you!

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𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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In return,you get :

Dear anon,thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy my letter,and you're very much welcome! This time I will write platonic due to not writing any thus far,thank you. (Side note : female reader, mention of social anxiety)

『 ♡ 』 This sweet magician cookie first found you when you were tugging at his cape asking for a magic trick,and who would he be to disagree such a young and innocent cookie!

『 ♡ 』 It was a rare sight,for his companion, wizard cookie to see such a sight : a cookie,asking him for a magic trick ? He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own two cookie eyes !

『 ♡ 』 Cinnamon saw the sparkle in the youngsters eyes when he said yes to her request and seeing someone so intrigued to see his trick's warmed up his tiny cookie heart

『 ♡ 』 When his magic was done,he started asking questions such as 'do you know magic uh..' which you quickly got the clue and responded with ' (name)! Also,I do know magic,but at basic levels..' and cinnamon could tell you were sad and disappointed at yourself for not knowing that much magic and said and I quote 'oh!that's really impressive name,and Don't be sad!even knowing a tiny bit of magic is very impressive for your age! Say,why don't you show me a few of them?'

『 ♡ 』 You two quickly formed a sibling bond ! <3

『 ♡ 』 When you're sad, he'll try and cheer u up with some of his card tricks,which work most of the time! ( ◜‿◝ )

『 ♡ 』 Wizard often asks you why you asked him for a magic trick and you'll always reply with 'because he's the best magician and big brother I've ever seen!' and poor cinnamon will melt everytime ≧v≦

『 ♡ 』 You would hide under his cape when you're scared of other people and he would let you hide there until you're ready to come out

『 ♡ 』 This sweet cookie would be a mix of a father and a brother,his fatherly side activates when you're scared or sleepy,and his brotherly is practically always activated

『 ♡ 』 He knows moonlight cookie and only trusts her with taking care of you

• 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆,

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