#Hard Rubber Rollers

[sfrsaudi]

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[luciferlightbringer]

Love In a Hopeless Place

Chapter 2

Here we are with chapter 2! Lucifer and reader meet, enjoy! xoxo, Dany :)

Chapter 1|Chapter 2|Chapter 3|Updated through Chapter 12 Lucifer x prostitute fem!reader

Word Count:5.2k (I'm so sorry, lol) CW: Trauma, panic, flashbacks, Smut(ish/mostly lead up), angst, comfort, sub/dom dynamics, prostitution, anxiety, depression

Lucifer was in his study working on another one of his many rubber duck creations when his phone started to buzz on the desk with a text message. He jumped a little with a small 'Ah!' at the vibration, and the duck flew out of his hands and into one of the many piles of ducks that filled the room.

"Shit, welp... not finding that one anytime soon", he said running his fingers through his hair while looking out at the sea of ducks, before turning his attention to his phone.

The preview of the text from his driver on the front screen read, "On our way back with our guest." Lucifer stared at the text, and his stomach immediately tightened with... excitement? Anxiety? Was he going to throw up- no he was fine... Right? Yes. No? Fuck. Why did this feel so scary?

Lucifer did not know what he we feeling, he just knew he only had a few minutes before his guest for the evening would arrive... and he had no idea what he was doing. Lucifer started pacing and pulling a little at his own hair, starting to stress and talk to himself.

"Should I have been preparing something? Maybe I should clean! No... wait I have people for that... M-maybe I should pick up some of the ducks? Why would I need to pick up the ducks? Maybe she would want to see the ducks? Lucifer, why would a prostitute want to see your stupid rubber ducks?!" Lucifer said as he paced back and forth on want little open floor space their was in the room, before he stopped, took a breath, and smoothed back his hair and tried to breathe.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm cool. I'm fine." he said as he rolled his shoulders and straightened his bowtie as he walks out of his study and back down the hall to his room. "I'm the King of Hell, and I'm the customer. Who cares? I'm sure girls all over Hell would be dying for the chance to take care of and service me. She is the lucky one here that I even get to grace her presence!" He stopped in front of the mirror in his room, popping on his hat and grabbing his cane before posing in the mirror and flashing a toothy grin at himself.

Lucifer looks over his own reflection in the mirror, and the longer he stared, the more his smile faded and his shoulders slumped. He wrapped his arms around himself in a half self-hug, "So then... why do I feel like... such a loser?"

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The car soon pulls up to a big beautiful manor and parks, the driver gets out and comes to open your door, offering you a hand to help you out.

"Thank you," you say with a sweet and flirty smile as you grab the man's hand and step out of the car. You try hard to hold your confident expression and stifle your surprise as you get out and see your new surroundings, looking around admiring the beauty. Your normal cantor you use with most clients suddenly feels like it might be inappropriate here, so you hold your tongue.

Internally, though, your thought process runs wild, 'Whoa, wait, what the fuck? I've worked for some high rollers before, but this... this feels like its on an entirely different level.... Who the fuck is this guy?'

The driver breaks your slight panic as he gestures for you to follow him. You are escorted up the front steps and into the front entry way past the giant ornate front doors. In the front room off to one side were a few red chairs and a couch with gold trim, all centered around a white marble coffee table. The driver gestures towards the seating, "Please, have a seat while I inform your host that you have arrived."

You curtsy in respond because you were starting to feel like that was the right response for this type of place, and watch as the man turned and started to walk down the hallway. You go to sit on one end of the red couch, damn it was a nice couch, and you start to look at the room around you. You're inner voice continuing with the general track of 'What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? How is this place even bigger and nicer on the inside?!' playing in your head.

Who could this be? This guy is crazy well off, seems to like red, white, and gold, it was everywhere in the decorations. Also he... had good taste in decorations. It looked way nicer here than anywhere else you had ever seen in hell. Not just because of the amount of money in the place, but also because of how the design felt. It almost felt like a slightly edgier version of what you would expect buildings to look like in heaven. Lots of little details and motifs in the crowning on the walls and art around the manor. Lots of stuff like apples, snakes, little things that looked like angel wings-

Your thought process freezes as the puzzles start to fall together into an answer.

Wait.

Apples?

Snakes?!

ANGEL WINGS?!

You start to shake a little and fidget with your dress a little. You may have not been in hell long, but there were some things you pick up on quickly, even in new places. 'There is noooo way. That's impossible. Right? Where were other people who are known for that symbology... right... Who else in hell...? Maybe it's someone you just don't know? Uhhhh.... Oh! Wasn't he married? Well... that doesn't mean anything half of the time, you've fucked married guys. More importantly, if this is who I think it is... what would the LITERAL KING OF HELL, need a call girl for? No, there is no way it could be him, that would be stupid...'

Then, you hear a cane start to tap down the hallway, and time feels like it slows down. You turn to look in the direction of the sound, and down the long manor hallway, you can make out the unmistakable features of Lucifer, the fallen angel, the King of Hell himself, followed by his driver. You feel your skin grow hot and your heart rate pick up as you swallow hard, watching him approach.

He was... much softer looking than you expected. Many of the angelic features were still present, pale near-white skin, golden blonde hair, soft facial features, and they mixed in well with his more demonic features, red and gold eyes, sharp grin, and dark ashy claws that held his signature apple cane. You'd seen his face on magazines and maybe once on tv, but now upon seeing him in the flesh, you realize that pure imagines didn't seen do him any justice.

You realize you have less than a few seconds to calm yourself and get ready to make a first impression. You take a deep breath, let it out, straighten yourself in your seat and think, 'He's just another client, that's all I need to focus on. My goal is to fulfill his wishes'.

As he gets a few feet closer you stand, and curtsy with a confident smile on your face. "Your majesty, what an unexpected surprise this is. Oh, I apologize, I mean... Lance."

Lucifer responds with a hearty chuckle before putting up a hand, "No need for formalities or code names here. Just Lucifer is fine. You must be (y/n)?" he says as he starts to examine the woman in front of him up and down.

You straighten up from your curtsy and place a hand on a slightly popped hip as you look at Lucifer, "I am, and I am honored to be serving you tonight."

The driver comes up and asks for your coat. You slip it off as elegantly as you can, fully aware that your show for Lucifer had already begun, and handed it to the driver. He tells you where he will be when you and the master have concluded your visit for the evening, puts up your coat in a nearby closet, and walks into another room close to the main door, and closes the door behind him.

Lucifer watched the sultry way you slipped off your jacket, and the alluring dress that was revealed from beneath it. Simple, black, sleeveless, a v shaped neck line that showed the perfect amount of cleavage, hugged your body in all the right places, and also allowed for a long slit that showed off plenty of the soft skin of your leg. The woman before him was beautiful, but in a way he didn't expect. Not in a "porn star, big boobs, stereotypical bimbo" kind of way, but in a soft... normal kind of way. It made him feel a little calmer in a way. A couple new emotions started to join the mixture that swirled in his stomach, curiosity, amusement... lust... Nothing had even happened yet, and Lucifer could already start to feel heat start to rise around his collar.

You and Lucifer where now completely alone in the main area of the manor.

You turn back to see Lucifer eyeing you. You smile.

"You like what you see, Lucifer?" you purr as you take a few steps towards him.

Lucifer shifts a little as he stands as his cheeks tint pink, feeling almost guilty for being caught staring, before remembering he was allowed to, "Oh uh... y-yes. Yes, I do." He says, returning to his curated confident grin.

You giggle, stepping closer and offering your right hand to him, which he takes with his right hand, "I am yours for the night to use as you see fit" you say with a sly flirty smile.

'Fuck, I hope this is coming off ok', you think to yourself.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,' Lucifer thinks, trying to will his cheeks into not turning a darker shade of pink, 'Oh she is VERY good, and I am very out of practice.'

Lucifer returns the sly smile, "Oh I intend to." he says looking you up and down again as he kisses your hand.

'Fuck, he is good', you think at the same time.

Lucifer continues to hold your hand as he turns in closer to your right side, looping your hand under his left arm so that you and now holding it, and he looks at you with a "Shall we then?" before he starts to escort you further into the manor.

As you start to walk through the manor with Lucifer, this is when you really notice how he was a bit shorter than you expected, especially with the heels you were wearing. Nothing wrong with that, just not something you expected. He was a cutie, and you were excited that you were going to be able to help make him feel good that night. Honored even.

Lucifer felt transfixed by every inch of sensory that came from being in contact with you, the way your hand held onto the sleeve of his jacket, the way you would shift against him as you walked, the smell of your perfume, it was borderline intoxicating. His brain was running a million miles a minute between your touch, smell, what he would say next, what would happen when you both got to his room, how he wanted to keep himself from turning into the room and immediately pouncing on you. He felt like he might lose his mind.

All you could see of Lucifer was a sly grin and a confident walk towards his room.

The two of you entered Lucifer's large bedroom and you let go of his arm so that he could go to close the door behind you. He put down his cane, and started to undo the clasps of his suit jacket. You walked up behind Lucifer as he finished the clasps, slid your hands over his shoulders, hooking your fingers under the collar.

"May I?" you cooed softly in his ear.

He gulped and nodded as you glided it off his shoulders and down his arms, trying as best you can you make sure your fingers made contact with his arms as much as possible.

Lucifer had to fight a soft moan from escaping his throat at your touch. You deviously smiled to yourself behind Lucifer at the sound of his stifled moan as you took the jacket and carefully hung the jacket off the side of his mirror. You turned back around to see Lucifer taking off his hat and setting it down on a nearby surface, trying hard tame the hunger in his eyes as he looked at you, a visible bulge starting to form in his pants.

Seeing the King of Hell's eyes hunger for you gave you a devious idea to try. 'I wonder what role he likes to play?' you think to yourself.

You chuckle, and start to walk a circle around Lucifer, eyeing him back as if he was your prey, which makes Lucifer swallow hard again and make him lose a little of his edge, less of a dominant energy and leaning more submissive as he watched you circle him.

'Interesting', you think.

"Tell me. Do you prefer to lead, or follow?" you ask with a coy smile.

Lucifer thought for a moment, what did he usually do with Lili- errr... in the past? He liked not having to think. Not having to lead would be really fucking nice actually.

"Follow", Lucifer said in a soft tone. This didn't surprise you, most powerful men wanted a break from it in the bedroom, from your experience. Getting to order Lucifer around was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and it got you excited just thinking about it.

You gave Lucifer a wicked smile before slinking up to him, softly grabbing his chin, getting your face very close to his before whispering, "Boots off. On the bed. Now."

Lucifer's heart beat started to pound in his ears as he took a moment as he processed the words, a shiver of pleasure jolting through his body, before quickly moving to throw off his boots and crawl onto his bed. He knew nothing in the moment beyond following your command. Lucifer got into place and then looked over at you, waiting for your next order for him.

'Fuck that was hot' he thought as he felt the heat spread across his chest.

You look towards Lucifer, turning you body to face him in his new position on the bed. You smirk and start to slowly slink towards him, making sure to roll your hips with every step to emphasize your curves, staring at him with your own hunger eyes.

Lucifer sat, transfixed by the way your hips swayed from side to side, the way your eyes felt like they were burning into his soul, his cheeks burning read. No thoughts existed in his head at that moment besides the thought of your curves coming towards him and the way that his cock throbbed for you in his pants.

You sat yourself on the end of his bed and kicked up your right leg over the other to unbuckle the clasp on one of your heels, making sure to position yourself so that Lucifer could see more of your leg through the slit in your dress and so that you cleavage showed more prominently from the V-neckline. You look up at him through your eyelashes to see him tremble a little, his breathing starting to labor. Oh lord, you could see just how much he needed this, and that excited you even more.

You finished unclipping your heel and you let it drop to the floor with a light clatter. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder at Lucifer, "Does my good boy want to help me with my other shoe?"

Lucifer gave a little whimper and bit his lip a little as he gave you an enthusiastic nod. He was so cute and desperate, if his tail was out it would probably be wagging.

You move a little closer and kicked your left leg up onto his lap and propped yourself up to watch his work, giving him a quick cheeky look of 'Well? Get to it!'

Lucifer took a few moments to look at the red heel that was connected to the gorgeous leg that now sat in his lap. Lucifer took a breath, and then with trembling hands worked to try undoing the clasp of the shoe. It took a little longer than it took you, but he eventually got the clasp undone and let the shoe slide off the bed to the ground. Lucifer took the opportunity to slowly slide one of his hands up your leg, up to the hem of your dress, and back down in admiration. Holy hell, her skin was so soft and beautiful.

You closed your eyes and hummed softly as you soaked in the sensation of his touch on your skin, "What a good boy you are, Lucifer." You cooed, removing your leg away from his reach. He looked sad for a moment, but it would not be for long. You hooked a leg over his body and got up onto the bed, now straddling his thighs.

A surprised breathy moan escaped Lucifer's lips as you moved onto his lap and he started to dig his claws into his sheets on either side of his body.

You chuckle again before you look down at him from your new position. You had never felt more power than you did right at that moment, and it was beautiful. Seeing the King of Hell under you, desperate for your next command or touch... now that was dangerous.

As Lucifer laid under you, defenseless and breathing heavily, he released his claws from the sheets and lightly picked up the edge of the skirt of your dress on either side of you and held them softly in his hands.

"M-may I?" he asked with pleading eyes, lifting the skirt up a little to show his intensions to remove your dress.

You cross your arms and put a finger up to your cheek in an action pretending to think about, making Lucifer wait.

"P-please?" he said after several seconds, sense of urgency in his voice.

You dropped the act and smirked down at him with a pleased smile and nodded. Lucifer excitedly, but carefully worked to pull the dress off of you and tossed it onto the ground to join your shoes. Lucifer now looked at you and you saw his eyes turn from soft desperation back into a deep animalistic hunger as they raked lustfully down the new view of your body.

You sat proud of yourself as you sat straddled across Lucifer's thighs wearing a deep sapphire blue lacy bra and a matching blue thong that, frankly, served no purpose other than to be something to be ripped off of you.

Lucifer softly ran his claws up your thighs, up your hips, across your abdomen, over your breasts, up your collar bone, other your shoulders, down your arms, and down you your hands, taking in every inch of your body that he could see in that moment. You tip your head back and allow long moan to escape you as his hands glide across your body, soft but electric and hot.

You tip your head back down to look at Lucifer, his hands in yours. You release his hands and start to slide you hands up his chest to his bowtie.

"Alright, baby, your turn," you coo, starting to undo his bowtie. Lucifer began to shake and breath heavily under your touch. You toss the bowtie to the ground, slowly undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, exposing his soft pale neck. You nuzzle your face into his neck and plant your first soft kiss on his neck.

Lucifer responds to the contact with a deep and long moan, he almost couldn't take any more of this torturous, slow teasing. And yet he also felt like he couldn't get enough of it. He felt energetic and alive for the first time in what felt like forever, it was pure bliss. He never wanted it to stop.

You giggle again at his response, and continue to unbutton the remaining buttons down his shirt. You lean down to look into Lucifer's eyes and say "Now Lucifer, I want you to tell me something."

He looks up at you with shiny, lust filled eyes, "Yes?"

"Tell me... what is it that you truly desire?" you say with a smirk, as you continue work on his buttons.

Lucifer thinks for a few seconds, thinking about all of the sexy, blissful ideas he wants to tell you and then... for some reason... he turns his head to the side of his bed... her side of the bed... all of the sound goes quiet, the room starts to go blurry, everything starts to shake, and then...

It all goes dark.

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He no longer feels like he is in his bedroom, its just him... and Lilith... looking at him with her bright smile, before the smile fades, and she turns to walk away into the darkness. Then it's Charlie... happily giggling on his lap, small, clapping at his stories, before Lilith picks her up off his lap and walks out of the room with her. It's his old workshop in heaven full of his wonderful dreams and creations, now a dark red room full of endless piles of ducks. It's giving the apple to Eve, then standing in an arena of the Heavenly Council, and then the deep long fall into hell, watching his hands pale hands turn to claws, watching the white feathers of his transform to turn a deep crimson, his halo shatter into space and long red horns grow in its place on his head before he crashes to the surface of a newly created Hell.

What does he desire? What does he TRULY DESIRE?! He wants back everything he has ever lost! He wants to know why everyone has cast him away and abandon him. He wants to know why everyone had to think his dreams were so fucking dangerous. He wants to remember what it was like to not hate himself so much!

Lucifer pulled at his hair and screamed into the void of his mind as he fell to his knees and cried.

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From your perspective, you ask your question, Lucifer's eyes go from full of life and lust to empty, his head tips to the side, and they start to fill with panic as he start to hyperventilate.

You drop your current persona and start to assess the situation. You quickly move off of Lucifer and go to his side instead.

"Lucifer?" No response. "Lucifer? Talk to me, what do you need?"

Something in your voice makes Lucifer snap back from his dissociative nightmare land, but he continues to hyperventilate.

'Fuck! Think! Didn't you learn something about this on earth? '

You think for a minute, shaking your hands as you look around the room, at him, trying to think. You softly take his hand and start gently rubbing the back of it with your thumb. Lucifer snaps to look at you, so quickly, it almost startles you.

"Hey," you say with the calmest and warmest smile you can muster, "I'm here, you are ok. You are safe here with me." Lucifer continues to look at you with panic in his eyes, but with recognition there too.

"I'm a friend, you are at your house, in your bed... in... hell. Uhh... you are in the Pride ring... Nothing is going to hurt you here, you are safe," you continue to say as you continue to rub the back of his had. If you had said half of that sentence back on Earth, it would have probably made things worse, but here... hopefully it would be more grounding.

Slowly, Lucifer breathing slows its pace and he looks around the room more. You look around the room and see a cup on a nearby table.

After waiting a few more minute, you ask, "Do you want any water?" Lucifer thinks for a briefly about your question, and nods his head.

You squeeze his hand and say "I will be right back." You set down his hand, go to grab the cup, and run to the bathroom to fill it with water. You come back to Lucifer's side and give him the cup, Lucifer slowly starts to drink some water as his breathing continues to slow down to a normal rate.

After a few more minutes, he shakes his head.

"Hey," he says in a defeated tone.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" you say in a gentle voice, giving him your full and concerned attention.

He sighs, "Not great..." He was so scared, sad, angry, disappointed, full of guilt, shame.

You tip your head down in shame, "I... I'm so sorry." Lucifer looks over at you with a confused look. "I was reckless and I hurt you. Can you ever forgive me, your Highness?" Now it was you that was starting to shake a little.

Lucifer sighs, the guilt coming to the front the most out of all his current emotions. How could he explain to you just how wrong you were? But he could understand why you would think that. In his current state, he could only partly process how differently you now tended to him, how you looked at him. Almost like, you cared? That you were worried about him?

He gently put a hand on your head "Please, Lucifer is still fine, and this was not your fault, it.... it's complicated. I... thought I was ready for something like this, I was hoping I was. A small baby-step to moving forward, but no..." Lucifer tightened his left hand. "I'm not"

You looked up and his tightened hand, and for to first time noticed the gold band on his ring finger. This was not the anger and sadness of a happily married man, or even an unhappily married man, this was something... much more complicated.

You sat with Lucifer in mournful silence for what felt little forever, but it was probably not more than a few minutes.

Eventually, Lucifer sighed and broke the silence, "You should go..."

You looked up at Lucifer, whose head still hung in shame, his hand gripped tightly.

"Are you sure?" you ask softly.

Lucifer shrugged, "I'm not going to be much fun now, I don't think I'm cut out for this. Not yet anyway. Its me not you, trust me. You were amazing... it was fun while it lasted" He looked up at you with a weak smile, "You should try to enjoy the rest of your night while you can. No use letting and old sod like ruin your night."

You look down at your dress and shoes still on the floor, you sigh, pick up your dress and put it back on. You pick up your shoes and start to head to the door. You put your hand on the doorknob, prepared to open it, wish the King goodbye, and walk away... but you don't. You stand there for a second.. thinking.

Lucifer noticed you pause, and looks up at you. You turn back to meet his gaze, his face decorated in a look of half confusion, half sadness.

"May I offer one last thought?" you ask with calm confidence.

Lucifer tips his head in curiosity, "What is it?"

You take a couple step back towards him, "I wonder... I think... you had the right idea with searching for intimacy, connection, but maybe we started in the wrong direction."

Lucifer cocks an eyebrow, giving you a puzzled look, "I'm... not sure I follow."

You search again for the right words, "I mean like... uhhh... well... ok, when was the last time you just got a hug, not like a quick one, like one that made you feel cared about?"

Lucifer's body stiffened, then looked down and curled his legs close to his body, "It... its been... a long time."

You smile, and take another step towards Lucifer, and you open up your arms to him with a soft smile.

Lucifer looked up at you and perked up for a minute. Was she serious? Why did she continue to try? Why didn't she leave him to his own misery? She didn't need to care about his feelings right now... and yet... she did.

Lucifer slowly started to slide out of his bed, shirt still most of the way unbuttoned, hair all a mess, and started to walk over to you. When there was only a few feet left between the two of you, Lucifer paused, and then practically ran the rest of the way into your arms and wrapped himself around your waist, as you return the embrace.

You stand there, hugging him for a minute, 2 minutes, 5 minutes, 10 minutes, and after the first few minutes, you feel Lucifer start to shake in your arms as he started to cry. Lucifer tightened his embrace around you the harder he cried, burying his face in your shoulder. At one point he tries to wail out an apology, but you just shush him and let him continue to cry as you rubbed his back.

After about a half hour of him crying in your embrace, you ask him if he wants to continue standing there or if he wants to sit down. In response, Lucifer releases his arms from you waist and reaches up to wrap his arms around you neck instead. You adjust and decide to just go for it and pick him up, carrying him over to his bed. You sit in his bed with him hugging you around your neck as you hold him in your lap.

Lucifer could not stop the tears that flowed from his face, he didn't remember the last time he had cried this much, cried this hard. And for some reason, in your arms, he didn't care. The tears felt good. Liberating.

You don't know how much time passes, but slowly his crying starts to get quieter and quieter, turning to sniffles, until you realize that the King of Hell had just fallen asleep in your arms.

You carefully move to get up at set him down in his bed without waking him up, and you tuck him into his bed. Before you leave the room, you quickly find a piece of paper and pen, and write out a quick note. You leave the note on his side table before grabbing your shoes, turning off the light, and giving him one last look before closing the door.

You make your way back down the long manor hallway, back to where the driver said he would be, and you let him know your visit was over. You grab your coat, put on your shoes, took one last look at the beautiful inside of the manor, and walked out to the car with the driver.

Who knows if you would be back here again, but it sure was interesting while it lasted.

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Chapter 3 is in the works! Let me know if you want added to a tag list <3

[adalwolfgang]

Smell

Credit; Keegan Tindall on tiktok

(Name): if I got a candle, should I go fall or pine?

HABIT: oh! what about like a suffering scented candle?

(Name): do not make buying candles evil right now.

HABIT: I just crave that post battlefield smell.

(Name): the smell after many lives have been given?

HABIT: what do you think the end result of that smells like?

(Name): probably sad. Habit. I don't even think they sell that.

HABIT: but i bought it before.

(Name): no you haven't-- you're makin' that up.

HABIT: I bought it from a friend of mine . real creep.

(Name): i don't like when you have friends. you can't handle it.

HABIT: the creep made it himself. it was so good!

(Name): what about that smell could be good?

HABIT: come home. relax. light the candle. put yourself in the position of the last soldier.

(Name): no. we're doing a happy scent.

HABIT: what about a new car smell?

(Name): okay, that's, something.

HABIT: new car. right after an accident. mostly rubber smell.

(Name): think of a nice thing. like cooked apple.

HABIT: yeah, like an apple farm that burned down that a family worked hard for and it's like "crap what now? we have no family to stay with here. they live in the city".

(Name): don't do that right now. I don't like when I say crisp apple and you turn it into a dark thing.

HABIT: you know, it's rude to ask for someone's opinion and immediately judge what they like.

(Name): pick a normal thing.

HABIT: doctor's office, post bad news.

(Name): no.

HABIT: roller coaster malfunction on the day of the 10th grade field trip?

(Name): ..no.

HABIT: general mourning of one's spouse?

(Name): what does that even smell like?

HABIT: self help books and denial.

[fossore]

The Sharks did their annual Sampling with the Sharks Charity Auction which included player "Favorite Things" gift baskets. Auctions are saved but they get hard to find unless you have the right link, so the overall image of the baskets and description of the contents is saved below (find out what Thrun's favorite book apparently is!)

Note: all images of the entire gift baskets are left without alt text as the contents are also included in the post

#3 Henry Thrun's Favorite Things Basket!

This package includes:

Adidas Authentic Made in Canada Home Evolve "Thrun" Jersey Autographed by #3 Henry Thrun (Size 56)

Hyperice Hypervolt Go 2 Portable Percussion Massager

San Jose Sharks Plush Blanket

San Jose Sharks Mini Hockey Stick

Shoe Dog by Phil Knight featuring personalized message from Henry Thrun

Assorted Ghirardelli Milk Chocolate Squares

3 Mini Shark Rubber Ducks

Sponsorship of Layla the Pup's care at Humane Society Silicon Valley

Woven basket with lid

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Black Lululemon Daily Multi-Pocket Tote Bag 20L

Black Lululemon The Mat 5mm Made With FSC(TM) Certified Rubber

Lululemon Double Roller

Black Lululemon Back to Life Sport Bottle 32oz

Therabody Theragun Wave Duo Smart Vibrating Roller

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#11 Luke Kunin's Favorite Things Basket!

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Adidas Authentic Made in Canada Home Evolve "Kunin" Jersey Autographed by #11 Luke Kunin (Size: 54)

LKT1D Hoodie to be Autographed by #11 Luke Kunin (Size: L)

LKT1D Hat to be Autographed by #11 Luke Kunin (Size: Adjustable)

LKT1D Puck Autographed by #11 Luke Kunin

6-pack Coors Banquet Beer

32 oz Grey Owala FreeSip Water Bottle

7 oz Sanders Sea Salt Caramel Dark Chocolate

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Fanatics Replica Made in Indonesia Away Evolve "Wennberg" Jersey Autographed by #21 Alex Wennberg (Size L)

3 Fanatics Authentic Pro San Jose Sharks A-Frame Rink Hats Autographed by Alexander Wennberg (Adjustable - Snapback)

Black Yeti Hopper Flip 12 Soft Cooler

Black Yeti Rambler 20oz Travel Mug

AirPods Pro

12oz Blue Bottle Coffee Bella Donovan Whole Beans

12oz Blue Bottle Coffee Kenya Whole Beans

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#44 Marc-Edouard Vlasic's Favorite Things Basket!

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#44 Grey Reebok Sharks Hockey Player Issued Hoodie

750 ml Bottle of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label Brut Champagne Autographed by Members of 2024-25 San Jose Sharks

Jar of Sweet Vlasic Pickles Autographed by #44 Marc-Edouard Vlasic

2 Mini Pure Maple Syrup Bottles

Ferrero Rocher Chocolate Bar

2 Poutine Gravy Mix Packages

Just Dill Dog Toy

Kong Cozie Doy Toy

Kong Ball Dog Toy

Fresh is Best Freeze-Dried Wild Salmon Fillet Dog Treats

Dried Dog Treats

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Official Major League Baseball Framed Baseball

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IN-N-OUT Stickers

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8.3 oz Brodo Roasted Garlic & Chili Chicken Bone Broth

8.3 oz Brodo Rosemary & Lemon Chicken Bone Broth

5.3 oz Smart Sweets Sweet Fish

7.8 oz Late July Garden Ranch Tortilla Chips

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Fanatics Replica Made in Indonesia Home Evolve "Grundstrom" Jersey to be Autographed by #91 Carl Grundstrom - Note: This jersey is currently being made and will be autographed by Carl on February 2. Auction listing photo will not be updated to include jersey but auction winner will receive an autographed jersey

San Jose Sharks blanket

San Jose Sharks Scarf

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The Little Book of Fika by Lynda Balslev

Swedish Playing Cards

Kafferep Cookies with Raspberry-Flavored Filling (12 count)

Kafferep Cookies with Chocolate-Flavored Filling (12 count)

Pagen Gifflar Cinnamon Treats (12 count)

5.11 oz Karlfazer Milk Chocolate with Toffee Pieces Bar

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San Jose Sharks Puck Autographed by #96 Jake Walman

75 White Callaway Wooden Tees

12 Callaway Hex Diablo Golf Balls

22 oz Yankee Candle - Midnight's Summer

13 oz Threshold Candle - Coastal Wind and Lavender

750 ml Decoy Chardonnay

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12 oz can Classic Root Beer Olipop

6 oz Lindt Lindor Milk Chocolates

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Fanatics Authentic Pro San Jose Sharks Rink Trucker Hat Autographed by #4 Cody Ceci (Adjustable - Snapback)

Viski Alchemi Smoked Cocktail Kit

Riedel Drink Specific Glassware - Pair of Rocks Glasses

Tovolo Sphere Ice Molds (Set of 2)

Moonstruck Dark Chocolate Espresso Artisan Chocolate

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San Jose Sharks Igloo Insulated Lunch Tote

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KarlFazer Maitosuklaa (Milk Chocolate)

Halsa Bucket Sauna Hat

The Finnish Way by Katja Pantzar

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I don't know if these links will keep working but here are all the listings (each name is a separate link)

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[leoisstillalive]

hot and heavy- 1.9k word of a WIP. not part two of my ducati 2025 ranch fic, part 4 maybe??? i write out of order which is very bad but. alas! i need to fix this fuckass dialogue uughghh

Riding on dirt was different to asphalt in every conceivable way. Marc was reminded of this immediately as he slid onto the motocross bike and shifted the front tyre against the gritty track. It was like running up a rubber hill on roller skates, constantly vying for grip where there should be none, feet kicking the floor to knock the rear end off-balance for an inch more pace, and yet only in danger when he remembered to be afraid.

On asphalt, every twitch, each imperceptible nudge of weight counted. If one worried about such trivia on a dirt bike, they would be doomed to a sharp hug with the gravel.

The habit was hard to break for a MotoGP rider, but far from impossible.

Marc began to anticipate the ache in his wrists from clinging to the juddering bike as it threatened to slip on the corners; the quake of the seat as he opened the throttle sooner than he should and the vehicle tried to break free from under him.

Remarkably, it did not, and he hared past the start line, engine jack-rabbitting as he dove into the first corner again. It became an a-rhythm- its sequence entirely unpredictable, but not unexpected.

The laps were irreplicable with new hurdles at each sweeping curve- the scatter of Pecco's rear tyre as Marc gained on him, a slight crater on the inside line from where one of them had dug in too deep. He made up time in a different sector every round. It would have been marvellous to watch.

Sweat dampened the inside of his gloves, body peaking at the exertion, raring to push further. It was the wall to break down for any athlete, the concept of a limit. That cry to stop, to conserve energy, only came when the body believed there was no urgency, that its survival was not within the balance. Marc learned to anticipate it with some eagerness. He used the wall as a tightrope, where he teetered on the edge of self-destruction, where the slip of a foot or a hand could paste him against the circuit barrier. For a win, survival was always worth the risk.

He tore out of the tightest corner, dumping the clutch and feeling the front-end shudder- reminiscent of the lift on a GP bike. He threw himself down the "pit" straight (which was more of a large curve), blasting past the camera crew, who clapped him on from where they stood, hidden under the trackside shelter from the sun's glare.

When he wrestled past the finish line, he released the throttle and the bike's roar quietened to a meagre grumble, like a horse nickering for breath. He rolled off the track and onto the path leading up to the shelter. It was a small, concrete cottage that doubled as a garage- detached from the house.

As he withdrew from his pinpoint race focus, he suddenly became aware of all the places his leathers pinched, how his undershirt soaked through from September's last attempt at Summer heat and the motorbike's hot, worked engine. He felt the wind whip at the shaded goggles of his helmet, loosened a strap under his chin and let it clack against the plastic.

Once the bike was securely under the shelter, he dropped the kickstand and killed the engine. His head was buzzing still, body weightless with adrenaline, and the ground swayed as he hoisted off the bike.

"Awesome stuff, Marc," He thought he heard from somewhere behind him, voices muffled through the helmet.

He mindlessly followed his post-race routine, static nerves dulling in the process. He untucked the suit from between his legs, peeled the zip apart and fumbled with the straps of his gear. He tucked his chest padding and gloves into the empty helmet shell habitually, sliding the open leathers down to his hips.

"We got some good drone footage of that battle with Pecco," A man with a bushy moustache and blindingly red Ducati cap- Marc vaguely recalled somebody introducing him as Giuseppe- informed him in Italian.

Marc was unsure whether he would call it a battle- it was like Pecco had let him pass, "Yeah?"

The man nodded, "There are a few things you need to watch for us, though- just to see if you'd like to redo it. We lost you a bit coming into turn--"

Marc didn't mean to, but he found himself tuning out, flitting his eyes across the small crowd of 15 (or so): a handful of media officers, two or three journos, camera crew, and hospitality- probing for Valentino. There was no need for him to be present, he was not due to film his segment on Pecco until the next morning, but a part of Marc dreaded and hoped for him to poke his head out to watch.

He needed to keep an eye on him- stay vigilant and prevent an ambush like a wild animal. It was a bit of a horror film with his back always to the wall, eyes roving between every entrance and exit, every window and face, a desperate grasp for some control while trapped in Vale's territory.

There was no sight of him. It set a cold, heavy weight in Marc's chest and he bit his cheek hard to subdue it- not disappointment, definitely not, probably anxiety. He turned his gaze back to Giuseppe.

"--so would you be able to look over some of that later?"

His thick eyebrows lifted expectantly and Marc felt the man knew he was not listening.

Marc spread a smile across his cheeks- one that could not quite reach his eyes, "Of course, sí! Just let me know what and send it over to me."

It was apparent Giuseppe had not suspected a thing when he clapped a weathered hand upon Marc's shoulder and flashed him a thumbs up. He waddled back to his colleagues and ducked his head into a conversation over a dim laptop screen.

Marc turned his attention to the track, where Pecco still bore into the white dirt, bristling with youthful energy. And Marquez was not old for a man, just two years into his thirties, skin still elastic and clean-shaven. But for a rider, he was nearing retirement age- a thought that had nagged insistently for over a year, swelling each time he flew over the handlebars and wiped out in the gravel, the new aches and bruises that he never got when he was younger.

There was a bitterness there, he supposed as he watched Francesco fly across the circuit. In knowing he had the disadvantage. In knowing he was a dying breed.

A meek, young lady bustled up to him with an open red bull can, black hair folded into a bun atop her head. It was water, of course- just a sight for the sponsors if he got caught on camera. He smiled politely and accepted the can, dipping his head in thanks. She beamed, flushed pink, and hurried away. It was pleasing to know he still had fans, even deep behind enemy lines- both in Tavullia and Ducati.

The liquid graced the back of his throat, and he hummed at how it cooled his feverish skin. He turned his mind to the overtake he pulled on Pecco, how he had ducked into the gap hoping for some bite, a bit of fire from his teammate, but received no tug at the bit- just the sight of him pulling too wide out of the bend and watching Marc pass.

It was not alike Pecco to neglect a fight, particularly one that had no say in the championship standings, no cost if he lost. Marc believed him a sensible, thoughtful man, but it never halved his aggression on track- something the Spaniard deeply admired in a rider.

Perhaps he did not want to disrupt the synergy of the team, perhaps he wanted to maintain a neutral mood for the duration of the weekend.

Marc spotted Pecco abort a movement that seemed like dropping a knee as he skidded into turn six, and his lips peeled into a soft smile. Old habits die hard.

Pecco was a polished rider, movements calculated in the turns prior, easy on the throttle and braking, seeming like he valued his life as he carefully grabbed for speed entering the pit-straight.

The caution left him only at a disadvantage in time trials, however- something Marc had assimilated over two years of watching. He was a fierce fighter up close. Unrelenting, almost Spartan in his aggression.

And that was the VR46 Academy fighter dog mentality, Marc supposed, swallowing hard at the reminder of Pecco's connection to Vale. He was a Crown Prince cut and pressed by a god, filed at the dull edges into something deceptively sharp. It was why, for all Pecco's pretence at cordiality, Marc remained guarded.

A figure shifted in Marc's periphery and he plastered a smile onto his lips once more, prepared to see that same black-haired girl and sign a shirt or a cap, or acquiesce to a photo. He spun and met with high, wiry shoulders under a baggy shirt, a mass of thin, dark, curly hair tucked under a black hat, and a single, glinting horseshoe earring.

Marc's blood ran cold, heart dropped to his stomach, smile turned pursed and drawstring-tight.

"Ciao," Valentino drawled, voice smooth and casual.

Thick-framed sunglasses shielded his eyes, but Marc knew he was not looking at him, could tell by the tilt of his chin that he was talking past him, above him, sat atop a mighty steed and unwilling to grace the commoner with niceties. Marc gritted his teeth as to not bite his fucking tongue off.

"Ciao," He echoed, shuffling a step away to relieve the pressure that gathered between them, tender like an abscess.

"You were not bad out there," So Vale had been watching.

Marc was normal about that. He could be normal. But his gut curdled suspiciously and his hands itched to connect at his middle, fumble together. The shadow of a compliment cast projections of Marc, twenty-two years old and bashful, on the surface of his face. How desperate he had been for Valentino's attention, searching for each Italian phrase in his head- is this good? I learned this for you. Only for you.

A small part of that boy jolted awake in him and Marc slammed the pillow back over his head, reminding himself who Valentino truly was, how he had looked Marc in the eye and laughed with-- at him before dropping the guillotine.

No more rose goggles.

"Mm," Marc hummed, feigning disinterest as best he could, turning back to face the track only for Valentino to saunter up beside him.

"Not as good as you were, though," Vale bit with a cold smile, arms folded across his middle, "Your confidence went with your youth, eh?"

As if he had plucked the thoughts from Marc's very mind. It was all words, just words thrown about to-- Marc was unsure what for; they were meaningless. He was fast, everybody knew it.

But... there was that nagging feeling again- that doubt that Valentino could conjure so well.

Marc licked and bit his lip, conscious of the man beside him, his body rigid and anxious- braced to flee. He forced his shoulders into a shrug, willing his muscles loose.

"Not retired, though," It was a weak snap of his jaws, a pathetic dig to show he would not take it lying down, proof that he was no longer that naive fan Vale once knew.

Valentino huffed in his dangerous, sardonic way- Marc thought of the press conferences, everybody in the room seeming to know something Marc did not, Marc smiling obliviously, stupidly as Vale tore into him, sharp teeth flashing for the cameras.

[return-to-ravenbrooks]

Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 4

Name: Ivan Torre

Date of Birth: 1997

Gender: M

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 5'10

Hair color: Red

Eye color: Brown

Key features:Square glasses, "handcut" hair, rubber gloves

Role: Gadgeteer

Abilities: Intelligence, inventing, flexible

Occupation: Engineer

Status: Fair

Biography:

It's hard having such a strong interest in the weird. You try and fit it into every conversation because you just need to share it with someone else. That's how I was about amusement park rides.

Not in the normal way kids talk about rides, about how scary they are, or the fun in riding them, I liked picking them apart. How did each bend play into the ride's movement? What kind of track did they use? How did it operate? Were there any animatronics? What kind? What were the backup plans in case of failure?

Asking those kinds of questions doesn't make you a lot of friends in elementary school though. Even when you try and design your own rides with their racecar tracks and legos.

Adults didn't get it either. Why couldn't I have normal interests? Why don't you go play with the other kids instead of bugging me?

As I searched for new rides to dissect, I quickly decided if anyone in the world would get my interests would be the same man adding to the list with every new piece he crafted. Theodore Peterson, the engineer known around the world, an engineer raised from our very town.

I was obsessed. I had posters of his rides on my walls that I'd likely never get the chance to actually ride, I tried to imagine how he made his blueprints, and how he thought of his plans. By all accounts, I wanted to be Theodore Peterson. I'd tape paper mustaches to my face at school and copy his posture. It didn't help how little I fit in with others, if anything it made it worse, even my parents raised an eyebrow to my behavior. But I didn't care. He understood me. I knew it. And when I learned he'd be returning to Ravenbrooks to build an incredible amusement park for us? I practically fainted.

I remember getting home that night. I was still shaking. I was freezing from whatever that gunk was we'd hidden in. I needed a bath, and to scrub my tongue raw. But I couldn't yet, I was too angry. Even covered in god knows what and slightly singed from what I can only imagine was meant to be a lethal amount of electricity I barely avoided, I grabbed at my walls and tore.

I felt so betrayed. Sure most of the town had gained a slight hatred for Mr. Peterson after Lucy Yi died, but I defended him. I believed it was just a tragic accident. There's no way a person could really be so awful right?

Sure the first time I met him wasn't perfect, he was weirder in person in a way that had seemed almost scary. But- that's just because I was younger, right? A lot of adults seem scary when you're little.

Every excuse I could think of was spent on this man, so desperately clinging, even this morning to the idea that he couldn't really be evil. He couldn't have kidnapped Nicky, not my hero, not the man who built a roller coaster into his house.

My vision went blurry with tears. How could he do this? How could he be such a monster? How could I have fallen for his facade?

And what did such an imaginative man do to my friend?

[oh-saints]

short

you had to go away for work immediately after the final match of the season was concluded. but now that you’re back, ben cannot wait to celebrate his win with his (rather) short girlfriend.

benjamin pavard x you

tw: soft sex with a bit of foot fetish

wc: 1.6k

prompts: “height gap” + “celebratory sex” + benji’s post-workout shirtless ig story

note: another one for the smut week! a rather short one this time but this is based on three asks here. pls also bear in mind this is 18+ content therefore minors DNI! and as usual, I happen to write at dawn so it’s not beta-read yet.

“you really should stop doing that.”

ben was rolling his quads on the foam roller under the bright sun in his backyard, warming down after a rigorous season they were having—thanks to dortmund’s admirable fight throughout the season. now that the season was done and over with, ben could opt in some slow days of training, just enough to keep him in shape.

the footballer looked up, catching the glimpse of his girlfriend standing by the door, still clad in her blazer, arms folded neatly. ben smiled at the sight—partly because he was glad you were back, partly because of the scowl in your face. you’d never appreciated when he worked out in the backyard, exposing his shirtless self to the rest of the world when it was meant to be only for her eyes’ consumption only.

“it’s bad for our health you know, you working out like you wanna fuck the yoga mat,” you clicked your tongue disapprovingly. “especially to our vagina.”

ben had to laugh at your comment. you always had the knack to be unfiltered, and strangely it was what drew him into you. in this blitz industry, a no-nonsense presence is always going to be appreciated.

“remind me again what does it do to you woman?”

“why don’t you come in and find out?”

and there was the persona ben loved the most about you. always so daring, always so challenging. it always kept him on his toes, on the ground, reminding him that there was always someone with a higher drive to survive the jungle.

the fact that you were wearing his favourite pair of stilettoes didn’t help either. in fact, that determination and those heels combined was actually a sight that was dangerous to ben’s health, body and soul. the backs of your heels arched in the ways only your body could replicate, damn what a sight to behold.

ben stopped his workout sequence altogether, feeling his cock hardening both at the sexy sight and the friction the foam roller was providing. he knew he needed his fix—real fix, not just this crappy piece of rubber shit—something you hadn’t been giving him post-winning the league because you had to go to london, promising a private celebration was in due as soon as she landed back home.

the player walked closer to you, and your smirk grew along the hardness of his cock, palpable enough through his shorts. and ben recognised immediately, that you’d been intending to entice this reaction out of him because you remembered your promise before you flew away for work.

ben inwardly smiled, realising you were in the same page as him. but his smile broke out of his face as soon as he got closer to you, towering you still even though you were sporting a skyscraper heels. he could never help himself whenever he noticed the height gap between you two, too cute to be missed out.

but as you thought he was going to kiss you like you were in need of oxygen to live, he paused a millimetre before your lips while his hand cupped your jaw, angling your face towards him. just the way he liked it—him showing you who was in power, you surrendering your power unyieldingly to him.

“don’t hold back,” he whispered sultrily against your gaping lips, taking in every air gasped by your mouth. “got me?”

before you could give a response to that, ben closed down the distance between your lips. his lips landed perfectly on yours with such a force you had to steady yourself before returning the fervour, clasping his upper lips between yours while he bit down gently your lower lips in between his.

by the harsh and rash manhandling he was doing you—in the way he kissed you senselessly, in the way he lifted you up and hooked your legs across his back, in the way he brought you both to the nearest soft surface he could find—it was your turn to recognise ben was the one who couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he’d usually wait for your compliant reply to his demanding question, vocalising your surrender to him. he’d usually start off easy, too, because he just loves slow-burn foreplay.

as soon as you felt the soft cashmere of the sofa on your back, your boyfriend’s lips were busy finding his usual comfort zone. or in other words, your weak spot. knowing the goal behind him peppering kisses down the line of your neck, alternating between soft licks along the trail, you moaned in absolute pleasure.

“there she is,” you could feel him smirking against the skin behind your ears, so close to your weakness that it ran some shivers down your back. “louder, ma chérie.”

your obscene sounds was what fuelled him to do more—more rush, more pleasure, more love. no matter how much your height hap was actually a silent hindrance between you two. he had to crouch and bend just to adjust with your ends, just to kiss you, just to fuck you, just to please you.

but the lovely sight of you spared underneath him, with eyes and face so trusting of him to do whatever he needed to do to bring you both to the edge, was enough of his reason to keep going.

so he did. he peeled your articles of clothing one by one, so painfully slow for your standard, but the kisses he left all over the body as soon as he pulled down the fabric was enough of a payback. except for the heels.

the only reason why you could hold your head high and why his head didn’t have to stoop so low whenever he wanted to say and show how much he loves you.

and his achilles’ heel.

he lifted your right leg, flinging them over his shoulder like you were worth less than a paper. you trembled slightly at the move because it exposed your clit to the air wider, and you’d hate it if he could smell you were wet for him already.

but it seemed like too late for that. benji was already smiling as he puckered his lips, pecking your calf upwards to your ankle, sniffing and licking your legs teasingly because you were somehow shorter this way in his hands. and he loved it more because he could engulf you in his arms and everyone would think he’d made you disappear.

you thought he was taking off your heels this way, but as he lifted your other legs over his shoulder, you suddenly couldn’t guess him anymore.

“I want you on top today,” your boyfriend announced, his lips tickling the small spot between your ankle and the back of your heel. “can you do that?”

“what can’t I do for the winner?”

ben didn’t waste anymore time before he flipped you around, settling yourself on his lap. you didn’t waste anymore time too before you pulled his zipper down and freed his hard cock, pulsating already in your hands with ardent desire and carnal need.

something you were familiar with because you were feeling the same way. you wanted to play some tug of war game with him but your clit was throbbing already, ben’s earlier demonstration of throwing your legs over his shoulder did wonders to your most sensitive organ.

you lifted yourself a bit, just enough space for you to rub his cock with your wetness, preparing the both of you to the pleasure that was to come. you maneuvered the shaft up and down the line of your opening before sinking in, taking all of your boyfriend into you, and you both groaned at the rare sensation of a complete lust consumption. you were more of a doggy style kind of couple because it alleviated your height gap problem at hand, and for ben, it was a bonus sight to see his cock disappear whenever he pulled your hips towards him.

“fucking hell,” you had to seek for ben’s hands to help you sit up still, the feeling of him inside of you this way was an out-of-this-world experience. “we should’ve done this earlier.”

ben tried to give you some support by lifting his hips first, letting you ride him until you found your own rhythm and energy to match his. and when you did, god did he want to say he agreed to your statement. he really should’ve done this from the beginning of your relationship.

your hands were now placed on top of his pectoral while your hips met his as you brought them down, the frictions against your skin was another reason why you were a wreck, breathlessly whimpering when you felt his cock slipping out of you and moaning when you felt his cock entering you again in each thrust.

but you were gone when ben pulled off his idea of flicking your puckering bud while you rode him. so gone he had to catch you in his arms, gathered the pieces he shattered, as he kissed the crown of your head while riding you out till the last drop of him spilled.

“now this truly feels like winning.”

[nightmaremonarch]

circus baby redesign! i redesigned every canon sister location animatronic except ennard and the little freaks (biddybabs n minirinas) so go check out my previous redesigns! feel free to use this with credit :)

if you want to see more fnaf redesigns let me know! now onto the explanationnn

Ok. So of all the redesigns. circus baby's deffo took the longest. the others each took around ~5 hours and circus baby's took. ten. mostly because of the excessive amount of detail i gave her. she's the main character! she needed way more detail!

so. anyways! i made her much more clowny! her name is circus baby, and her original design was barely a clown besides the face and the shoes!! so i upped it by a thousand, and now she's much more circus-y! she also needed a fun hat because i think the clown hat is very important and essential. for everything.

along with that she's covered in glitter! how r u gonna have a voice line of hers be "i was covered in glitter" and NOT cover her in glitter! so now? all her clothes sparkle!

out of all the funtimes i think her and funtime freddy are the largest because they both have to be proportional to their large internal systems, funtime freddy having the storage tank and circus baby having her "ice cream" machine. so for funzies and be she's so large her eyes r up really high!! cause.. nobody's gonna be viewing her from head on. so if she looks down at some kid or smthn, she looks more normal!!

like the other funtimes she still has all her original features!! i didn't know how to show an emergency stop thing though so she still has that, but it's probably. like. a button or something somewhere. also the tips of her fingers are the balloon makers !!

she also has a lot details that are really hard to see but like.. i thought they'd be fun to add!! one of those is sliver of blue in her eyes as a reference to her original eye color :)

her hair, like ballora's, is synthetic cause it adds more movement! and her most of her clothes are real. her hands, legs, and feet are rubber though.. so the gloves and socks are not real :( the ruffles on every part of her outfit were also very important and very necessary to the fnaf lore and not just be i like drawing ruffles!!

so inside her internal compartment are a supply of balloons, cake perfume (“i smelled like birthday cake”), ice cream, ice cream cones, an ice cream holder, and the scooper. to stay inside the scoopers all folded up in there like a really painful jack-in-the-box, so the internal compartment is really cramped and does not leave much room for anything else. it's kinda more a "murk on sight" thing rather than a "kill and contain" like funtime freddy because there simply isn't enough room for storing anything else.

also while i was making this i was thinking of a scrap baby design to maybe create in the future, but im probably not going to 😭😭 but. Scrap babies hair would be yarn and her face would be paper plates or something cause she raided a craft store. Idk where she got the roller skates but in this au scrap baby robbed a craft store.

Anywho! that's all for the sister location redesigns!! if anyone has any questions or wants to see other characters in this au Imk!! i love requests and i will answer the questions to the best of my ability!!

[glareandgrowl]

Alright! Its been about a week of working on this cosplay, and I have officially chosen to actually take this bad boy to a Con!

All future and current posts on my High Roller cosplay will be under #longsheepcosplay so if you don't want to see it... idk that's your problem.

High Roller Cosplay- Part 1: The Hat Problem

I spent three days toiling away at the first big (and probably hardest) hurdle of this journey, namely High Roller's hat.

Now normally, a hat wouldn't be too ridiculously hard. It's just a hat right? It would be, if this mfers hat did not have SPINNING DUCKS ON IT.

So, after three days, and plenty of brainstorming, I had come up with the finished project High Roller Hat- first draft. As seen below.

Adorned with little hand painted rubber ducks. The center, AND brim rotated independently, the middle of the hat was filled with beads and rattled when shaken. It was glorious. It was beautiful!

It was... far too heavy and had no hole for my head to sit in.

If you've seen High Roller, then you know that his hat sits right above his sunglasses. My hat just perched upon my head. This was not going to work.

Dejected and disappointed, I scrapped the idea and started again.

Instead of large foam circles, I opted to make the entire hat out of cardboard, to make it lighter. After constructing a whole new base, as well as actually giving myself a hole for my noggin to fit in, I had a new hat that looked far more proportional to my head, as well as actually being wearable. The downsides?

It no longer shakes, and it no longer spins.

But I'll take a wearable hat over some spinning ducks any day.

(ignore the streakiness its the mod podge drying) Here is just a quick size comparison between the old hat, and the new hat:

A glimpse at the mask (will be posted later with the rest of the head)

And the old (left) and new (right)

LOOK AT HOW MASSIVE THE OLD HAT WAS!

[arcathur]

Gemma woke up to the train, again. She managed to get enough sleep to get her through the workday, but only enough.

So much for getting a cheap apartment, They thought. Then their own words came back to them like a rubber band snap; 'I will take every opportunity to be grateful for my life.'

Gem looked around their cramped living space. The free couch she found outside the dumpsters. Her baby blankets from the domes she hung like tapestries. The rug they bought from their neighbor with her last bit of change. She sighed and got out of bed and readied herself for work.

The sun was already blazing at just 7am. Gem skated their way to Krak-On in their new roller blades. Off The Hook bumped in their earbuds. They felt like they were flying. Gemma's eyes closed for just a moment, soaking in the euphoria of the early morning. Almost immediately she felt her body suddenly stop and crash into another inkfish.

"Oh my starfish! I'm so sorry!" Gem cried. "Are you okay?"

The inkfish in question looked to be a Cuttling, about Gem's height, maybe a little shorter. She had rope-like tentacles tied up into a messy bun, and droopy eyes with green eyeshadow and lipstick. Her skin was a deep, reddish tone of brown. She had a round stomach that was complimented by her apron tied just below her breasts. This may have been the most beautiful individual Gem had ever seen. Her heart began to pound more in the couple seconds she laid eyes on her.

"Ah, it's alright!" She reassured Gem. "I didn't look before I walked outside, that's my fault."

She stood up and gave Gemma a hand to help her up. They scrambled up on their skates.

"I-I'm Gemma." They blurted. "I'm kinda new around here."

"I'm Pyra. It's nice to meet you. Come by the Happy Crab sometime for a bite." Pyra winked and grabbed the package that was resting outside the door, and walked back in.

Gemma stood there, her heart racing and face red.

It was hard to think about anything else during work that day.

[undertalebrittle]

A wacky trio, to be sure.

If I hadn't already found a way of censoring Vendetta, this is where I might have apologized.

…

Anyway.

Meet Roller, and his brother, Vendetta.

Underfell Brittle Sans

A painter and, occasionally, construction worker.

He spends his days putting up posters, propaganda, and large murals on the side of buildings.

He's an honest worker, and helps where he can.

Tried to keep his distance from his brother while they were both in the orphanage because Papyrus tried to roughhouse Sans into becoming stronger.

Sans was adopted by a family of polar bear Monsters in Snowdin for tax reasons.

His first commissioned piece was from a rabbit girl that he had a crush on, who wanted him to make something for her boyfriend. Sans had no idea that she was already taken. He still can't look her in the eyes.

He has "human" eyeballs. He was never a living Human, but it's been suggested that one of his grandparents might have been Human.

He wears blue to show that he has a peaceful job. He has been allowed to keep his red eyes because of Underfell Brittle's dress code being looser than Undertale Brittle's.

He's heard about Vendetta, but he doesn't know that Vendetta is his brother.

He's about to find out the hard way.

Underfell Brittle Papyrus

The most offensive creature I've ever made.

He would often be disciplined at the orphanage for trying to fight every child taller than him.

When he turned 15, he ran away from the orphanage and lied his way into the army.

He served for 10 years in the army.

During his time on the front lines, he would [REDACTED] and put them on a string. He would then parade around his necklace of [REDACTED], much to his own comrade's dismay.

Asgore has sent Papyrus on 3 suicide missions. One to a deserted island, another to a volcano, and the last was a scouting mission where ten of his comrades were supposed to hold him down and kill him. None of them worked, and Papyrus's collection of [REDACTED] have only grown. It now includes Monster [REDACTED].

After costing King Asgore too many resources in paying for soldiers' therapy sessions, Papyrus was sent on a fake mission to Snowdin to try and keep him out of the army.

Papyrus has unknowingly convinced the King to start peace talks with the Humans. Asgore wants nothing more than to keep the glass cannon far, FAR away from his resources.

Papyrus seeks to end the human race.

He wears orange to show that he "is" in the army (he thinks that he's just on a internal recon mission), red to show that he is dangerous, and white to show that he can, in no circumstances, be trusted by the general populous.

He can eat and digest glass. And metal. Ever heard the phrase, "I'll eat my hat"? He can do that, too.

Underfell Brittle Frisk

A scrappy young boy with sharp teeth and a sharp aim.

Knowledgeable with a slingshot and can shoot a balloon out of a tree from a ways away.

A punky fella with a funky bowl-cut.

Has a good aim with rubber bands too and has shot a fly off the wall before.

Shoes are for the weak-- unless there's sewage or briars involved.

Doesn't let himself be bullied despite being scrawny.

His overalls are torn, but he doesn't care since quality clothes are expensive in his town, and this pair still technically works. (one of the straps are broken, he doesn't have a tail.)

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Undertale by Toby Fox UT Brittle by Grotto-kay UF Brittle by Grotto-kay

[zootycutieart]

Onto my next pair of Kazoom Kids and partners, with new heroes first!

Bubblescrub "This'll be a clean sweep!" Scrub Smack Bubblescrub has always tried to keep a tidy living space. Making sure his locations and possessions were the cleanest of them all, and also making sure that he himself stayed clean and healthy. During a time where he was once again washing his hands (he had been outside, he knew not to go touching his face without cleaning his hands!), Kazoom Blast decided to have another bit of fun, and a new Kazoom Kid was formed! Now with not just a tidy mind, but with tidy superpowers, he's going to make sure to clean up Kaboom City, both figuratively and literally! His greatest power allows him to launch his never-ending bubble hair at foes with his scrub brush. Great for tripping them up or trapping them, or maybe just getting a bit of mess off their face!

Slippysuds "Whoops!" Soapy Slick Bubblescrub's transformation partner. What's more unbalanced than a slippy bar of soap? How about one with bubble roller skates? Slippysuds is first on the scene to help due to his amazing speeds, the only issue is figuring how to stop! His ability keeps him so slippery that he's very good at tripping up villains. That is, if he doesn't trip himself up first!

Latherloof "Don't get yourself into a lather!" Foam Filler Latherloof might look small and compact, but don't underestimate him! He can hold loads and loads of sudsy ammo inside his body. And when it seems like he's run out of his weaponry...he's got far more to go! His only issue is when the battle's over. He requires a lot of soaking to make sure he gets everything out of his system, and then he needs to have a good drip dry. He worries someday he might be replaced, but that's one thing his team never wants to do to him!

Squeaky Beak "Let's make this lots of fun!" Rubber Buoy Bad Quack's younger cousin, this ducky has chosen the side of the heroes instead! Squeaky Beak is totally unsinkable, making her elite for water-based missions. She's also small enough to get into hard-to-locate waterways, making her great at espionage as well. The only issue is if she accidentally whacks into something, a squeaker as loud as hers is going to draw attention!

SuperThings, Kazoom Kids, and Bad Quack (mentioned) © Magicbox Bubblescrub, Slippysuds, Latherloof, Squeaky Beak, and artwork © ZootyCutie (that's me!)

[slimyturtles-cryptidcabin]

Poppy Notes!

▸ Heya, I felt like writing some little tidbits about my TADC Sona, Poppy!

Design Stuff

Similar to what I said in my previous post, she's pops when she talks or gets really excited. Though, it does make her a little hard to hear her. (She pops on her syllables, or maybe every other? Whichever is less distracting.)

Part of her head & torso are made of clear plastic to show the little balls in her.

Her voice comes out of the speaker on her face.

Her voiceclaim is that paper face guy? from "hey there kiddo" by sodikken. (I don't think they have a name.)

Her body is like a plastic mechanical doll with roller skates on. (She has fell on her ass a few times before-)

Her sweater & skirt are like those rubber clothes that Pocket Polly or other small dolls wear.

The thing on her chest is a screen of sorts. (I like to think it would play old Windows XP screensavers randomly or just be a light source.)

Lore Stuff

When she first appeared into the Digital Circus, she slipped & fell onto Kinger, who was talking to Ragatha.

She was pretty quick to accept the Circus after realizing she's trapped there.

Her new body was hard to accept, with her skates & all, but she soon got used to it. (It took weeks to learn how to skate.)

Her personality is very caring for others while also being pretty independent for herself.

She's usually chill with everyone. (Kinda got some big sister energy.)

Though she's pretty excited about the adventures Caine makes. (She finds them fun.)

Explaining her relations with the cast

She has a huge crush on Kinger, but she's not great with flirting & Kinger is a little dumb. (He's good friends with her though!)

She likes to comfort Gangle when she's sad or anxious.

She's besties with Zooble. (Maybe they knew each other irl? Not sure.)

She's good friends with Ragatha & Pomni.

Jax HATES her, no matter what he does to try & annoy her, she usually brushes it off.

She's indifferent about Caine & Bubble, she finds them interesting. Though she is a little annoyed with Caine & the fact that he can't give a straight answer on anything.

Even though she appeared in the Circus before Pomni or Zooble, she doesn't know who Kaufmo is. If you ask her about him, she doesn't remember. (She genuinely didn't meet him.)

She finds the Mannequin guys, the Sun & the Moon silly. (Even though she's never really talked to them.)

▸ & that about it, thanks for reading!

[actor-mark]

AVWM - Big Friend

You eagerly point over to the Hook a Duck game and Mark grins nodding "Yeah I agree! ahaha Who needs that mushy crap anyway ahaha" He does sound a little bit disappointed there wont be any smooching, but hey at least you're having fun! "Ya know back when I was a kid we were too poor to afford playing these games so I'd just watch instead but it gave me a keeeeen eye for finding the biggest ducks in the pond!" His tone is boastful, smug, his gestures full of waffling and grandiose disillusion. "The trick is alll in the swing!" He takes one of the rods from the stand, prepping the hook and then reeling back like it were a legitimate fishing pole, swinging back then slamming forward with a line unravelling sound There's a very sudden cacophony of noise as the line goes back towards the rubber ducks, loud squawking, a scream in the distance "MY EYES" and a ripping noise before a set of underpants goes flying through the air on the end of his hook to settle in the water like bait. Mark seems blissfully unaware as he hums to himself, about to reel in a rubber duck when what sounds like a plane flies by over hea- no its getting closer.. closer Suddenly there's a crash of brown and white feathers as a duck- a real one- crash lands into the water, and effectively on the end of Mark's hook. He's startled, as are you, but as he lifts the tiny fishing pole from the water to see the dead duck, the stall master wanders over with an appreciative whistle

"WooooWEE That is a BEAUT of a catch! Ye catch her all by yerself Sport? Well am damn proud o ya! Dats top prize right dere! Go ahead Son! Ye earned it!" "ah oh- uh" The Stall Master shoves an ENORMOUS white duck plushie into Mark's arms and he stumbles back a bit.

You both back away awkwardly and while its hard to see him from the giant plushie in the way you catch him grinning a little triumphantly "Mfhm-mfmf" .....what?

"Mmfhm- pff..blfhlhef- Aha Ah.. here ya go!" He tries to pawn it off onto you and you quickly shake your head. "Oh right! You need me to carry it!? I can- I can do that.. I guess- uhm.. Ahhaa... Well uh.. where to now? I'm thinking we should maybe uh.. move away from the lake- I think I've seen enough ducks today personally-"

Mark jostles the giant duck plushie back and forth as he looks around "Oh how about the roller coaster!? A little thrill and excitement!? Or we could get some food? You hungry?"

> Death Coaster Of Certain Death! > The Mega MEGA Burger of Mega Burgers!

"Uh.. also maybe we can.. uh.. take turns carrying this thing.. or uh.. ya know.. see if we can..find a smaller one maybe- no? right right.. won this one fair and..square? I think? Just.. kinda.. kinda hard to see now-"

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[pastelgothlapis]

Comparing Different Types of Plastic Granulators - Pros and Cons

Plastic granulators are available in different rotor designs and cutting mechanisms. Here is a comparison of popular types highlighting the advantages and limitations of each:

Knife Granulators:

Use series of stationary and rotating knife blades

Best for hard, brittle plastics

Produces uniform, fine particles

Handles small to moderate capacities

Knives need frequent sharpening or replacement

Shear-Type Granulators:

Rotating blades intersect serrated stationary blades

Suitable for soft, flexible plastics

Energy-efficient operation

Minimal dust generation

Moderate to high capacities

Shear plates wear over time

Impact Granulators:

High speed hammer-mills with swinging hammers

Ideal for films, sheets and laminates

Large throughput capacity

Most energy-intensive

High noise levels

Higher maintenance with hammer wear

Roller Granulators:

Two heavy serrated rollers crush material

Used for rubber, tires, large chunks

Slow speed with high torque

Minimal dust and noise

Lower capacities than other designs

Make sure to match the granulator type to your specific material, throughput requirements and end-particle characteristics desired.

[sassgaardian]

16x12" acrylic on canvas.

I haven't got a whole lot to say about this one, really. It's a pretty simple one, really. Or I don’t know. Maybe it isn’t. I think it’s a pretty simple one, but it’s always these weird little things that seem to do the best when I share them. I did this one with one of the stranger little tools in my collection, because it is a roller, but it’s not a paint roller. I actually have no idea what it is, and I have no idea how it came into my possession. I think it may be for screen printing? Maybe? I’ve never done screen printing, so if that’s the case, who knows how I got it. It’s hard rubber instead of fluff or foam, and mostly just makes a mess, but I like the texture it leaves behind and that’s what I wanted for this piece.

Process write-up on Substack

Prints on InPrnt

Original for sale