#I always find them to be exciting and interesting

[lolaandthens0me]

I get asked this all the time, "So, how did you get into this whole diaper thing in the first place?"

I thought I'd take a moment to talk about it!

I am not a "factory-installed" abdl, but rather an "after-market upgrade".  I was first introduced to diapers and the whole abdl scene through my ex. They, being a longtime DL, told me about their diaper fetish pretty early on in our relationship.  I was only 18 or 19 at the time and thus quite innocent and inexperienced in kink and sexuality in general. I was at first a little confused by the thought of being turned on by diapers, but very open-minded to learn about and discover why this fluffy, absorbent plastic-backed thing did it for them, and for so many others I came to find out!

They encouraged me to do a bit of investigating and education on my own into the world of AB/DL to see if I could find something about it that spoke to or resonated with me.  I popped my online-kink cherry on the Tumblr of old. The Tumblr where porn, especially diaper porn, reigned like golden rays of sunshine. You could find it all and see it all on Tumblr back in the day. I quickly stumbled upon lots of ddlg content, and here was this thing that seemed to incorporate my budding, but long held interest in being submissive *and* my ex's interest in diapers. And ~voila!~ MisterAndLola was born.

We focused on building a ddlg dynamic, including the use of some AB stuff like onesies, cute socks, Goodnites, and calling them Daddy. We started our first Tumblr blog, TheDiaperedandtheDamned.  We began to take some cute pictures and post them on Tumblr and Reddit. I bought a few toys and coloring books, decorated our Guest Room with some decals and fairy lights, and started to try to wet in my pull-ups. 

It turns out, it was a lot harder than I thought! I would practice wetting while sitting on the toilet and when home alone. I was extremely nervous about leaking, and was struggling to get my potty-trained brain and body to let go. My ex had the thought -  why not get some adult diapers and try those?  I would surely not leak using those and it might make me feel safer or more comfy in the thought of "unpotty-training" my mind. The crazy thing is, it worked. And there I was, wearing diapers.  I believe the first couple I tried were ABU Lavenders and DC Amors. I felt extremely silly, but also shyly naughty wearing these crinkly, poofy undergarments. And the thought of peeing my pants, wherever I was, started to turn me on.  The taboo factor of willingly peeing in my "underwear" as a thriving, strong adult woman felt delicious.  I loved the feeling of being naughty. 

The first time I finally full-on wet my diaper, I immediately felt burning humiliation. And that also made me feel deliciously naughty. It turns out, I really have a thing for pee. My own, others’, it excites me and always pushes my button.  I don’t have an inherent fetish for diapers, but I think I do for pee, or more generally, liquids.  Even the feel of my own slippery wetness when I’m aroused does it for me.  And being covered in cum…yup…that does it for me too.

After months of growing and exploring and trying on the role of “little girl”, I realized that I really don’t find a lot of joy or fulfillment in age play.  The ddlg dynamic wasn’t really working for me or my partner at the time. But the fondness and growing arousal for being in and peeing in diapers…that was just beginning. Thus, my diaper kink was born.

[whokilledsamara]

so about the mr. silvair hc where he makes mr. chopped watch with our permission... 👀 pls write something about that 🙏🙏🙏🙏

WATCHING

a Mr. Silvair x afab reader fic {an: if you want an amab reader version, send in another request :)}

warnings || smut, vouyerism, slight asphyxiation, hair pulling, cuckhold, multiple positions, NEEDLE MENTION AT START!! {not smut related}

{an: i stared at this in my ask box and kept thinking of a way to write it,, also just a oneshot, not too long :)}

a small huff releases you as Mr. Silvair injects the needle into your arm, before slowly pulling the tab as blood fills the syringe. "What do you even need this for anyways?" you ask, staring up at him. he pauses and tilts his head, seemingly confused. "...?" his gaze, or lack there of, set on your face. "Why, Doing?" you finally say, voice cracking at the foreign language that you still cant get the hang of. he thinks for a second, before shrugging. "Need, Blood. Experiments." he answers, quickly returning to your arm.

well that didnt answer your question..

allowing him to finish his administrations, seemingly pleased with your cooperation, he stands back up. Mr. Silvair makes his way into his experiment room, disappearing for a moment. Mr. Chopped was seated happily on the couch as always, beckoning you over with his chats. you sit down next to him, gently petting his head and murmuring 'cute' in their language. chatting conquers for a good while, even as you struggle to remember his language, but manage.

Mr. Silvair emerges from his lab, a fresh coat on. he beckons you closer with a finger, smiling softly when you obey. "Remove, Clothing" he states matter of fact. pausing, your face heats up with both confusion and embarrassment. "W-What..?" you ask quietly. he stares at you for a second before pointing at your lower abdomen. "Me touch. Experiment." he hums softly. your face heats up even further, eyes flicking from him to Mr. Chopped who was still seated with a confused expression. "Me can remove resident. Want?" he asks with a gentle smile as always. it takes a second for you to process his words, and before you can think, you find yourself shaking your head. "He can stay.." you say with a flushed face. his smile grows wider, pleased at your response. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you gently reach for your clothes, slipping them off with ease.

"Desire, Carry! Desire, Carry!!" Mr. Chopped exclaims with excitement. a low chuckle escapes Mr. Silvair's lips and with gentle hands he picks the head up, placing him closer to the both of you. "Pretty!" he says happily, appraising your naked form. "Thank you.." you mutter, a small squeak leaving your lips as Mr. Silvair's hands suddenly grip your waist, walking you to the couch and gently pressing you down on it, chest up. his hand drags down your torso, in between the valley of your breasts and down your stomach. a shiver runs down your spine when his hand gently parts your thighs, exposing your glistening folds to his gaze. the smile on his face curls up even more, and with an experimental touch, he runs a finger in between your lips. instinctively, your back arches off the couch, a hushed whine leaving your lips. "Interesting." he mutters under his breath. Mr. Chopped couldn't look any happier, excited noises leaving his mouth with every touch Mr. Silvair makes on your needy body. "Turn around." he says, gently patting your thigh with a smile. obediently, you position yourself on all fours, making your chest hit the couch and your hips in the air. a pleased hum leaves his chest, his gentle yet massive hand caressing your ass. excited giggles leave Mr. Chopped as expected, but hit a high pitch when Mr. Silvair lays an unexpected yet soft pat to your bottom. "Again!" the head says with a giddy smile. another chuckle leaves Mr. Silvair and he complies, asserting another slap, this time a bit harder.

a shuffling sound can be heard behind you, but a second before you can look back, you feel something poke your entrance. something big. he runs his member up and down your slit, collecting the juices dripping from it and using it as a lube of some sort. Mr. Silvair's hands gently grasp you, spreading you for easier access. pain shoots through your core as he slowly presses himself inside of you, a low grunt leaving his lips in pleasure. "Feels good." he reassures you, leaning down to press his chest against your bare back when he bottoms out. the cold air of the room you made your senses heighten, but what made it all the more was his cold hands gripping your hips as he laid down shallow thrusts. when he felt your hips push back, he took it as a sign to go faster, quickly picking up the pace with his thrusts. whines and moans left your lips, Mr. Chopped's eyes following your every movement.

"Faster?" Mr. Silvair questions, his hand reaching around to grab the front of your neck, pulling you up some. tears fall down your face as you nod, blood staining your lip from biting so hard. his hand moves from your neck to your chin, turning your face to the side in a quick kiss, rough due to his intense thrusts. "S-Silvair- fuck- i cant take.. hic.. it-" and while he didnt quite understand your words, he didnt take it as a bad sign. his thrusts only quickened, his hips desperately slapping against your ass.

"Me want see!" Mr. Chopped whines, pouting at his lack of view, mainly only seeing Mr. Silvair's back. "mmmmghh.." you groan against the couch cushion, yelping at the sudden change of position when Mr. Silvair flips you onto your back. he slips back in with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder and pressing you down with his hips. "a-ahh- mmmm.." you whine, the pathetic moans leaving your lips seemingly spurring Silvair on. his hand travels down and rubs furiously on your clit, your hands suddenly shooting out to grab his shoulders, one managing to slip into his hair and tug. he lets out a low groan, his face turning into one of pure pleasure. his hand rubs faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts in effort to make you cum before he does.

with another thrust and a magical finger on your clit, your back arches as far as possible, your orgasm ripping through you like fireworks. "fuuuuccckk..." a long curse leaves your lips and not long after yours, Silvair's orgasm follows. hot spurts of cum fill you, and in the background you both can hear Mr. Chopped giggling. you wince as Mr. Silvair pulls his length out, his previous cum dripping out of your well spent hole. he smiles gently down at you, quickly making his way to clean you up. once finished, his hand gently caresses your head. "Again! Again!" Mr. Chopped exclaims, a big smile on his face. both you and Mr. Silvair laugh softly, your tired expression speaking for you. he gently pats your thigh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"Later."

{an: aughh sorry the end is kind of cheezy, ive been working on this throughout the day,,, 💔}

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[2amriize]

.ᐟ friend!RIIZE flirting with you ༉‧₊˚.

req: I js discovered your blog and im obssesedddd😭 could you do riize as friends flirting with you on party and being very bold? thank youuu

pairing: friend!riize x reader —masterlist

⭑.ᐟ shotaro

Your group of friends had decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of your first year at university. The party was pretty crowded, and although you didn’t usually enjoy these events, you were having a good time. At one point, Shotaro, one of your closest friends, came over to talk to you, and the two of you spent a long time chatting while sipping your drinks. You weren’t sure if it was because the music was so loud or because Shotaro had had a bit too much to drink, but he kept moving closer to you, leaning in to your ear every time he wanted to say something. You didn’t expect him to place his hand on your hip and whisper:

"You look too good tonight, and you smell amazing... Should we find somewhere more private?"

.ᐟ eunseok

Since you arrived at the party, you’d been hanging out with your friend, dancing and having some drinks. The moment you noticed Eunseok watching you, you couldn’t stop wondering why he was staring. When your friend stepped away, Eunseok wasted no time approaching you to start a conversation, offering you a drink while his eyes swept up and down your figure. After a few seconds of silence, he brought his hand near his lips and said:

"Wow... I've been waiting all night to come up to you, and I don’t know if I can wait any longer to get even closer."

⭑.ᐟ sungchan

One of your friends suggested playing truth or dare during a small party your group had planned. After some time drinking, you all decided to make things more exciting with the game. The questions and dares grew increasingly bold, which made the situation even more interesting. You didn’t expect that one of the dares would result in you spending five minutes alone in a closet with Sungchan. It felt strange being so close to him, and you couldn’t help but notice how he was looking down at you.

"People will probably think we’re doing something in here..."

"I mean... I wouldn’t mind giving them something to talk about if it’s with you."

⭑.ᐟ wonbin

Although you’d known Wonbin for years and were part of the same friend group, the two of you had never really talked alone, so you didn’t know much about him. One night, your group decided to go to a nightclub together. You spent a long time dancing and drinking with your friends, but gradually, they began pairing off with others or heading off with their significant others. At one point, you stepped outside for some fresh air and ran into Wonbin. You ended up talking for a while about how it seemed like everyone had someone except for the two of you. After a moment of silence, he surprised you by saying:

"If we were together, everyone would be jealous of us... Don’t you think? I think we’d make a great couple."

⭑.ᐟ seunghan

You weren’t a big fan of parties, but Seunghan had spent weeks convincing you to attend one that a classmate was hosting, so you finally agreed. You didn’t plan to stay long, but at least you could keep Seunghan company for a while. When you arrived, you went over to him, and he offered you a drink. The two of you ended up talking for a long time. You were good friends and got along really well, but something about the way he was looking at you that night felt different. Every chance he got, he’d touch your cheek or your shoulder. When Seunghan stepped away to grab some snacks, a guy approached you to ask for your number. As soon as Seunghan returned and saw what was happening, he placed his hand on your arm and said:

"Hey, back off. I saw her first, she’s mine."

⭑.ᐟ sohee

It always surprised you how much Sohee’s personality changed after a few drinks. You were at a party he’d organized at his house, and although he was usually calm and adorable, just one drink made him outgoing and energetic, chatting with everyone. But for some reason, Sohee had stuck by your side all night. At one point, you stepped out into his garden to get some fresh air, and the two of you sat on the grass. After a few seconds, you noticed Sohee was staring at you.

"Mgh? Is something wrong Sohee?"

"I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or you, but my heart’s been pounding all night when I’m around you. I can’t stop looking at you, y/n."

⭑.ᐟ anton

Your friends had decided to celebrate the end of exams with a night out at a nightclub. You were with a big group, and you’d spent hours dancing and drinking with your friends. At one point, when you went to the bar for a drink, you ran into Anton, one of your friends. You chatted for a few moments while waiting for your drinks. Once they arrived, you turned to leave, but you felt Anton grab your hand. Confused, you turned back to face him. Pulling you closer and placing his hand on your arm, he leaned in and whispered:

"I’ve been watching you all night, y/n, and I need to know if I have a chance with you or if I should just pretend I’m not obsessed with you."

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[mountainsoftreatos]

This is so interesting to me as the fight spoiler was the only one i got excited about. Only because they both keep secrets from each other, Charles hides his pain behind a smile while Edwin can be bitchy. I think it would be really interesting to have them stressed from a case, struggling with communication breakdown, dealing with the Night Nurse, maybe even David again or the Endless or trying to find Niko and just reaching a breaking point and lashing out. How much of the last 30 years has been them so afraid to lose the other that they avoid conflict completely? And how that could be a stepping stone to really talking about their feelings or what they hide from each other.

Either way, there's always fanfiction!

Did I have a really bad night last night in no small part because of a s2 spoiler? Yes. Did I have a Payneland Meltdown? Sure.

But this morning I have gained clarity, and a couple of things have made me feel better about some of the spoilers. I'm going to share them with you in hopes that it will quell some anxiety.

George and Jayden seem extremely excited about the season 2 that they read. It appears super genuine in the new Gameodens, and even if you wanted to argue that it was For the Hype, George also seemed really pumped about them before the show was canceled. They don't seem like performative people regardless, but past behavior also indicates that, yes, the excitement is real.

Both Jayden and George expressed that Charles and Edwin are soulmates. They have read all of the available scripts, and they are still expressing that (very true) sentiment.

They also explicitly said that Edwin and Charles are basically married anyway and that "dating" would be a "step down" for them.

Re: the "fight" that triggered my Episode last night: there is genuinely no way that the boys would have fought for an entire season, let alone forever. It wouldn't make sense and would be antithetical to the entire point of the show. Not to mention George and Jayden having professed them soulmates! "Tense for a lot of it" could mean many things, including that things were tense for a lot of the fight (rather than the season) and got less tense as the fight progressed. "A lot of it" could also just mean 1-2 episodes since they don't really fight.

George and Jayden also explicitly said that disagreements could be healthy, so I'm going to believe that they meant they came out stronger on the other side.

Also, as a kind soul in my comments last night said, there's really nothing for them to fight over besides each other. It probably would have been out of love anyway.

Re: the Catwin sex. Disclaimer is that I don't mind this because I've always thought it would be an interesting plot point. BUT, as a hardcore Payneland shipper myself,I understand why people might not like it. Please remember that it's part of a story! It's the middle of a story, not the ending! Catwin is likely, as I hoped for, a step on the journey toward Edwin figuring out that he only wants these experiences with Charles. Every road leads back to them.

I actually think that Jayden and George might have said that all roads lead to them as well in one of the Gameodens, but I don't know where. Maybe I dreamed it.

We are getting tiny little snippets of 8 hours worth of television. We have maybe a collective 150-character Tweet and 1.5 minutes of out-of-context video spoilers. Catastrophizing doesn't make any logical sense. (I'm not talking down to anyone here, I promise. I'm repeating the mantra I told myself for like an hour last night.)

Season 2 was also not intended to be the last season! They wanted 6! This is Act 2 of 6. It's not even the middle of the story!

[giggle-guru]

Preening

Word Count: 2548

A little Radioapple tickle fic I wrote a while back. It’s a tad rough, but I thought why not post it hehe. Enjoy!

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It was late one evening at the Hazbin Hotel, and Alastor could be found humming to himself, snuggled in the king bed within Lucifer's room. A small radio on the bedside table played some soothing, quiet jazz as he turned the page of his book. The lamp beside him provided a warm and cozy atmosphere, along with the presence of his darling Lucifer who shifted with his eyes closed beside him. This wouldn’t be of concern, had Alastor not noticed him moving around restlessly tonight.

He was clearly not yet asleep but was certainly attempting to. He glances away from his novel, his red eyes glowing softly in the dimmed bedroom lighting. Lucifer shifts for what feels like the thousandth time that night and grunts, muttering something incomprehensible before rolling onto his side to face Alastor once again. His brows are knitted together in slight distress, his expression matching one of discomfort. Alastor marks the page of his book and then sets it aside, giving the King of Hell his full attention. Though this was quite new to them and they were still figuring out this whole ‘dating’ complex, it was clear to Alasor that something was agitating him. He continues studying him for a moment longer before he reaches out with one hand to brush away the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes. A fleeting touch that lingers for a brief moment, as if to offer a silent reassurance while also testing the waters. His touch is rather delicate, a contrast to his usual persona and facade. He speaks in a soft tone.

“Is something troubling you, Lucifer?”

Lucifer sighs in response, his expression still displaying signs of restlessness. At the touch on his head, however, his expression softens slightly. He opens his eyes to glance up at him, muttering quietly, “It’s nothing, Bambi.”

Now Alastor’s eyes narrow slightly, noticing how Lucifer leans into his touch, a small indication that perhaps it was welcome rather than intrusive. He tilts his head with an unreadable expression, “You are clearly restless. It’s obviously apparent you’re not comfortable right now.”

Lucifer locks eyes on his gaze, with a face flushing slightly. Unfortunately for him, it always feels like Alastor can see right through him. Yet, he knows he was not exactly being subtle about it. “It’s nothing you need to worry about. It’s just my wings.” He admits with a mumble.

Wings. Alastor hums in interest at Lucifer’s sudden revelation and the flush of his cheeks, though he doesn’t comment on it further. He glances towards Lucifer’s back, “Your wings,” he repeats. He tilts his head, observing the way Lucifer looks almost embarrassed. “Are they uncomfortable?”

The look Alastor gives him only makes Lucifer flush more. He shifts in the bed so he is now lying on his stomach, looking up at Alastor. “It’s molting season. That’s all.” He doesn’t elaborate further, though one of his wings twitches.

“Molting season?” Alastor repeats once again, a hint of amusement in his tone, “Lucifer, the King of Hell himself, is having trouble sleeping because of a molt? I find that quite charming.” He couldn’t help but find the thought of Lucifer being mildly inconvenienced by such a mundane circumstance rather entertaining, but he mainly kept that thought to himself.

Lucifer scoffs slightly. “Of course you do.” He can't help but have a wing twitch once again, his feathers clearly bothering him. He notes to himself that he really should have preened before he invited Alastor to spend the night with him, he was just excited.

Alastors amusement grows as Lucifer scoffs, his eyes gleaming with an urge to tease him. “Well, it’s just quite…simple. I didn’t exactly expect you to be fussing over your wings.” He reaches out, gently brushing away a couple of loose feathers that have fallen onto his shoulder from his constant twitches, “You should have said something earlier.”

Lucifer’s response was a simple huff and whine of, “I didn’t think they’d be this annoying.” It was true. He figured he would just preen tomorrow after Alastor leaves to do…whatever he does. He wasn’t expecting his wings to be so aggravating tonight.

Alastor’s amusement grows, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “Ah, so you were caught off guard by the wrath of molting feathers despite having them for an eternity.” Taking into account his previous reaction to his gentle brush of his hair, he moves his hand to gently run his fingers through Lucifer’s feathers to try to remove and settle them to help his darling get comfortable. “You’ve got me here now. I happen to be fairly good at preening feathers.”

Though this was a simple act of comfort, Lucifer instantly tenses and flushes further. His wings twitch in response and he squirms slightly. “Sure you are,” he speaks in an attempt at sarcasm to mask his squirm.

Alastor has a keen eye, however, and a hint of concern appears on his features as he continues to tease the feathers straight. “Mhm. Indeed I am. Though I understand your disbelief.” But Lucifer continues squirming, his wings still twitching. “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” He continues the gentle preening motion, ensuring he is not tugging or scratching too rough, his eyes focused on Lucifer’s feathers with an occasional glance to gauge his reactions.

“I am relaxed!” Lucifer protests, but his voice is squeaky. He squirms more as time goes on as he buries his face into the pillow in order to hide a growing involuntary smile.

“Oh, I can see that,” Alastor says softly, his voice tinged with amusement as he continues to preen Lucifer's feathers gently. “Your squirming and hiding your face are all signs of utmost relaxation, after all.” His smirk grows wider as he watches Lucifer bury his face further into the pillow, causing him to chuckle. Lucifer is about to make another sarcastic comment, but as he does Alastor brushes against the top arch of one of his wings causing a giggle to escape instead. This causes Alastor’s eyes to flicker with interest.

“Oh?” He chuckles once more, repeating the motion, curious to see if it will elicit the same reaction, “So those wings are sensitive, I take it.” he teases. This teasing only further weakens the attempted defense Lucifer is trying to build, another giggle escaping as he tries to reach over and grasp one of his arms to pull them away from his wings. “No. They’re not. And quit it, I can preen them myself tomorrow.”

Alastor laughs now, a rare genuine sound from the usually composed Overlord. “Oh, come on! I was just having a bit of fun and trying to help you,” Alastor says with a playful tone. He avoids Lucifer’s attempts at stopping him and returns to the top of his wing. “Now sit still and let me preen you.”

Lucifer tries to protest but instead begins giggling. “Bambi!” he squeaks, instantly trying to roll away from him half-heartedly. Despite the ticklish sensation, he couldn’t deny that he was untangling some irritating feathers that had been bothering him earlier.

Alastor’s amusement reaches new heights as the protest dissolves into a burst of giggles, quite an adorable reaction in his opinion. In mere moments, he’s tossing covers aside to sit on the lower back of Lucier, careful to avoid sitting on his wings. “Are you telling me, you, Lucifer Morningstar, the almighty king…” he leans in closer, whispering into his ear. “Are ticklish?”

Lucifer lets out a strangled noise as Alastor moves in a flash to sit behind him, weakly attempting to throw him off. “What? No!”

Alastor leans to see that growing blush. His fingers quickly go back to preening his wings, though purposely moving in that same light fashion and focusing on particularly sensitive spots that seem to get Lucifer worked up. “You aren’t? That giggle of yours along with those fluttering wings say something on the contrary.”

Lucifer squirms and twitches, giggles falling uncontrollably from his lips. Alastors weight on his lower back proves to be a lot more difficult to escape from when he’s weakened by his own giggling. As Alastor moves to try to focus on those sensitive spots, his giggling grows louder and more unrestrained. “H-Hey! Okay! Al, don’t!”

Alastor continues his gentle yet relentless assault on Lucifer’s wings, not being able to resist as he watches Lucifer giggle and his wings flutter frantically. He removes some of those pesky loose feathers in the process. “But it’s so much fun just teasing you like this, Luci,” he mumbles into his ear, the nickname slipping out in the moment of chaos and amusement, “And besides, you really need me to properly preen your wings if you plan on getting any sleep tonight.”

The combination of Alastor’s fingers on his wings and the sudden use of the nickname ‘Luci’ sends him into another, louder giggling fit as his wings flutter faster. He squirms more violently, trying to escape the relentless assault, “Al, I’m- I’m serious!”

Alastor relishes in the moment, continuing to carefully preen Lucifer’s wings while causing a flurry of giggles to come from his mouth. He continues leaning in to whisper against his ear, “Sure you are. But you’re so fun to mess with, and I would be foolish to let this opportunity go to waste.” He hums and continues to preen his wings as he moves to the base of them, fingers dancing over them. “Come on, Lucifer, stop resisting so much. Let me finish this little preening session. It will all be over soon.” He teases.

Lucifer squeals at the contact when Alastor reaches the base of his wings, causing the loose feathers to fall and his back to arch. He’d be lying if he said this wasn’t helping relieve some of the irritation or that he hated this, but he’d never admit to either anyway. “Ah! Alastor, not there!”

Of course, that reaction piques Alastor's interest. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk still present on his face. “Not there, you say, hmm?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. His fingers dance along the base of his wings again, making sure to send a shiver up Lucifer’s spine. “Well, this appears to be a great help. Look at these feathers. I should charge you for my services.” he teases.

Lucifer can’t help but squeal once more, trying to protest but every word is cut off by another wave of uncontrollable giggling. “Please!” he manages to squeal out, his voice high and breathy as his body shakes. His laughter, the arching of his back, and the flutter of his wings are almost a symphony of reactions that Alastor finds satisfying.

“Please what? Please stop? But look at how much your wings are enjoying it, Luci! Admit it.” He teased, moving to another set of wings to continue his ticklish preening, now purposely nuzzling his nose to the back of his neck, causing Lucifer to giggle more if that was even possible. His wings begin fluttering at a rapid pace like a hummingbird’s trying to take flight. The combination of Alastor’s relentless teasing and the nickname leaves him more vulnerable than he would like to admit.

“I’m not enjoying this!” Lucifer insists through his laughter, but it is clearly a lie evident by the amount of giggles and lack of an actual escape attempt. They both know that if Lucifer really wanted this to end, he would have stopped him long ago. And Alastor was not going to waste any time pointing that out.

“Don’t even bother, darling. Why are you giggling like a schoolgirl then, hmm?” He asks in a teasing tone, “You’re not even trying to actually get me off. I think the great Lucifer might, in fact, be enjoying himself a little.” As if to prove a point, he moves to the final set of wings to preen them in a rapid manner, moving carefully but quickly around them to set them straight and untangle the feathers.

Lucifer’s response descends into hysterical laughter, the quick preening causing a stream of uncontrollable laughter to escape his lips. He attempts as weakly as before to push him away, but thanks to how half-hearted they are they don’t do much. “Okay! Okay!” He laughs, the words slightly broken by the laughter. “Yes, yes! I sort of like it! You happy?”

Alastor chuckles victoriously, his smile widening at his admission. He continues for a few minutes, relishing in his hysterical pleas and laughter. “See? Was that so hard to confess?” he finally speaks, in a still playful voice as he finishes preening Lucifer’s wings. He takes a moment to ensure they’re all in order. “There we go. All done.” The hands on Lucifer’s back move to his hips as he rolls and grasps Lucifer to switch their positions so his wings are comfortably on the bed. “I never knew you were so damn ticklish.”

Lucifer catches his breath, giggles slowing into breathless chuckles as his chest rises and falls rapidly. The shift in position causes a small shiver to ride up his spine. “I swear, if you tell anyone a word of this I’ll kill you, Bambi.”

“Oh, you’re threatening me now are you?” Alastor laughs, but there is no real menace present in his words. He moves a hand up to run his fingers through Lucifer’s hair, his touch soft and tender. He’s always soft around him apparently. A part of him, he’s learning, is something only Lucifer can see. “Rest assured, your little secret is safe with me. I have no intention of telling anyone you're an absolute mess when you’re tickled. Only I get to exploit that.”

Lucifer flushes, leaning subconsciously into his touch. “Shut up.” Is the only thing that slips from his lips, other than a soft yawn. He relaxes into the bed, his wings feeling much less irritated.

Alastor laughs, enjoying the sight of Lucifer practically putty beneath his fingers. “Did I wear you out, Your Majesty?” he hums, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips before moving off of him, brushing the loose feathers off the bed to be dealt with tomorrow. He moves to turn off the lamp. “Judging by your relaxed demeanor is it safe to say you feel better now?”

Lucifer turns his head to look at Alastor, a small pout on his face at the continued teasing. “Yes, I feel better, smartass,” he mumbles. There is a slight pause before he adds in a whispered tone, “Thanks, Al.”

Alastor smiles, his gaze softening at the muttered response. He shifts closer to pull him against his chest, wrapping himself around him and putting his face against him. “It was my pleasure.” He speaks quietly, moving to instead rub gentle circles along his back to soothe his darling to sleep.

There is no protest from Lucifer this time, only a soft noise of approval as he closes his eyes and melts into the bed. “I’m getting you back for that.” he whispers, to which Alastor laughs softly and murmurs, “I’d like to see you try.” Before finally getting him to sleep. It doesn’t take long for Alastor to follow suit either, knowing that the next morning he would likely have a little fireball to deal with. Not that he’d complain, it was his darling after all.

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Hopefully you all enjoyed it! It’s definitely not my best work but it’ll suffice for now hehe.

[sitp-recs]

Oh, i also just read Minor Fall, Major Lift and loved it! It made me think is there more "down and out Harry"? I only that "down and out Draco"; I tried looking in your fic recs lists but I couldnt find that term

Isn’t it fabulous? I really enjoyed that one, such a creative take on the trope and the dream magic was chef’s kiss. Not sure I’d categorize it as a “down and out Harry” since he was doing it for charity and there was no social stigma, but I think there are interesting ways to explore this trope beyond money or fame (I’m thinking depressed, abused, failed or dysfunctional Harry). Thank you for this ask, it’s so exciting to find a trope I haven’t recced before. My interpretation was a bit loose but I thought these made sense, hope you enjoy!

Walk Right Through Me by @floydig (M, 2k)

Every day, Harry drinks Polyjuice to disguise himself as he lives on the streets. Today, he observes a gaunt, shirtless Draco Malfoy walking around Knockturn Alley and is immediately drawn to him. However, sometimes the truth is much darker than what the mind perceives.

Unseen by astolat (M, 11k)

When he wasn’t wearing it, he got jumpy, always waiting for someone to come at him wanting something—and now they did it even more urgently, if they ever saw him, because most of the time, nobody did.

Put a Price on My Soul by lamerezouille (E, 12k)

Harry has become used to being a whore in the crapsack Wizarding World that’s now governed by Voldemort. Everything changes when Malfoy becomes his new pimp.

Poor Unfortunate Souls by @doubleappled (E, 20k)

Draco is a potioneer. Harry is trying to save his sex-challenged marriage. Everything is a mess, but at least there's an octopus in the lobby.

Famous by @fw00shy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads (E, 45k)

Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Kept in Cages by @sweet-s0rr0w, @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 77k)

Deep in the heart of the Ministry lies the Beast Division: a hidden room where ancient beasts roam, and winged creatures soar, and grumpy giant ferrets eat all your biscuits unless you keep them well hidden. Draco Malfoy would know – he’s been working there for five years now, after all.

In Free Fall by @kbrick (E, 81k)

Since the war, Draco Malfoy has become a serious university student whose idea of a good time is translating Ancient Greek texts and having game night with his small circle of friends. Harry Potter, meanwhile, has turned into a hard-partying adrenaline junkie who’s happiest when he’s leaping from an airplane or hurtling over a waterfall in a kayak.

I Am Not Who I Became by mab_di (E, 93k)

Draco left England after the trials and has travelled the world meeting wizards and Muggles from different cultures and with vastly different relationships to magic, each other, and the natural world. Now he's a fisherman in Finland on commercial vessels. Harry has been struggling since the war and has become a recluse while trying to write his autobiography.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (E, 100k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

[katatty]

Shifting Priorities

Thank you for all the nice comments yesterday! Some really helpful perspectives that gave me a lot of ideas on how I can tackle my simmer's block :)

Mostly, I think I need to trim down the number of neighbourhoods I consider "active" and the amount of projects I am doing in general. I have a hard time letting go of neighbourhoods, especially if I am still somewhat invested in them! But I also need to face the fact that I only have so much free time, and do not want playing the sims to be the sole thing I do with that free time XD

For some neighbourhoods I will also be trying out a more stripped-down approach to blogging, similar to what I've been doing with Driftwood. It makes me a little sad because I like my sims to feel fleshed out as characters and giving them voices is a big part of that! But maybe I can save the prose/dialogue for times when it is particularly needed, rather than including it as a default.

Finally, I am going to prioritise based on what I actually have the most fun with, rather than letting popularity drive my decisions!! Some neighbourhoods I feel sad about potentially retiring because I know people enjoy them, or I feel bad admitting I am never going to finish projects people were excited for, but I have to remember simming is something I do for myself, not for popularity or for other people.

So, plans for my neighbourhoods:

Pleasantview Plus - will continue in its current form for the most part, but holdholds I found less inspiring will just get short summaries rather than extensive documentation. This hood is waaaaaaay too big and I think not that many people follow it all that closely, but it's also my one true love and I would like to start prioritising it again rather than it always being on the backburner

Uberhood Challenge (YouTube Series) - This is a short-term series, and will continue as planned until I finish the challenge, which I'm over halfway through :)

Hollyhead - I hate to say it because I know a lot of people love it, but I feel like I have sorta outgrown this neighbourhood? Some simmers like their settings to be an escape from the real world, and when I made Hollyhead I think it was what I needed too, but these days I find how upbeat & wholesome it is a bit, idk, constraining?? I crave drama and conflict in my stories!! I also have kinda lost interest in the BACC rules and have started to find it more book-keeping and hassle for what I get out of it... Whenever I do open the neighbourhood I still really enjoy actually playing it, and I love the characters so much, but I just haven't found the events interesting enough to want to write about. I think this neighbourhood will not be retired completely (yet), but I will move towards writing much shorter updates in the form of newspaper articles and see if that helps. If by the end of this season I still feel ehhh about it, I might formally end it <3

Driftwood - no complaints about this hood, I'll probably continue with the current style of documenting major events & new builds only

Spruceburg (YouTube series) - I would like to do another season of this next year, after I finish the uberhood challenge! But I will probably go for a schedule of like, one season of series per year, rather than posting consistantly. I enjoy YouTube a lot, but its a lot of work too and I think has majorly taken away from my blogging time this year, which I am mourning now lol!!

The Fiero Legacy - it is probably time to throw in the towel with this and admit I just don't enjoy playing legacy style or with story progression that much! I always enjoy the period where the heir is dating but once they settle down and have kids it becomes a chore and a grind, plus with story progression's time system I always feel rushed and like I can't take a sim out of the house for an outing without potentially missing important milestones - the urban setting feels so wasted when its all family gameplay, haha. Hallie should be at the club!! It was an interesting experiment and a nice change of pace, but idk if I really see myself returning to it. I love the sims themselves and the setting, but whenever I actually load up the neighbourhood I just feel kinda stressed and overwhelmed :(

As for my building projects like Belladonna Cove, perhaps at some point I will get really inspired and return to them but for now they are on indefinite break. I remember saying a few time in the past that I didn't really feel much need to make over Pleasantview and Strangetown because if I wanted nice makoevers I would use frottanas, and tbh I feel the same way about Belladonna Cove - if I was playing it I would just use plumbtales makeovers XD With my past neighbourhood makeovers I was really inspired to make them because there wasn't anything out there that was exactly what I wanted but, well, there's loooooads of nice Belladonna cove makeovers these days so I just don't feel much drive to make my own version I guess?? I think I also have lost interest in building a little becasue I am no longer into super heavily decorated lots - I prefer lighter lots that won't cause lag lol! So yeah, I am probably not retiring from building forever but its no longer a priority for me :)

[gingacat]

twisted from: Myth of the Victoria Water Lily

name: Lily V. Maven

birthday: February 12 (Aquarius)

age: 16

height: 155 cm

homeland: Starway River, a river that starts in the Oniric Rainforest and crosses the Golden Cordilleras. (my fan made locations)

grade: Freshman

class: D

club: Film Research club

best subject: Astrology

worst subject: History of magic

dorm: Astromunay (my Yzma fan dorm)

hobbies: Stargazing

pet peeves: Heartless people

favorite food: Avocado with sugar

least favorite food: Meat

talent: Acrobatic diving

nicknames: Mavis (Cater), Seaweed (Floyd), Mademoiselle Clown (Rook), Leaf bug (Miyuu)

quotes:

“What am I doing? Well, I'm counting clouds. It sounds boring but it's lots of fun, I totally recommen— Hey?! Why are you walking away?!”

Personality

At first glance, Lily seems to be innocent and naive, but she is still a fae from the Oniric Rainforest, a place known for its mystical and mischievous creatures. She is a playful person who loves playing tricks on people and talking in ambiguous ways that leave others confused. She also finds it fun to pretend to be dumb, when in fact she's secretly really smart.

It's easy to get along with her, but you have to be careful not to believe 100% in what she says. She likes riddles and puzzles and expresses herself or her thoughts through either weird metaphors or by using sarcasm that sounds genuine. It is hard to know when she is joking and when she's not.

But Lily is not that complex, it's just her nature to act in a more playful way, she just wants to have fun and thinks her way of acting will also bring fun to other people. She likes teasing others, but if she sees that she has hurt someone, she'll immediately stop and apologize.

When she is upset, Lily becomes quiet and distant, seeming to be in an entirely different place inside of her head.

She is obsessed with astronomy and when someone awakens her love for it, she gets extremely excited, rambling about stars, planets, galaxies, the universe, etc. Lily gets really happy when people actually listen or are invested in what she says, loving to share an interest of hers to others.

Background

Her father, Levi, is a water fae and her mother, Rosario, is a wood fae. Lily is their only child.

Her parents were always fighting, always stressed by their own personal lives, and the overall mood of the household was dark, sorrowful. Levi was fond of Space though, and he enjoyed taking Lily to go stargazing. Ever since she was very young, she was enamored with the stars.

Lily's first memory with stargazing was unforgettable. She remembers she was very upset that day and couldn't stop crying because she was the reason her parents had fought. Not wanting his daughter to be sad, Levi took her to see how beautiful the sky looked that night. For the first time in her life, Lily had seen something that wasn't gloomy nor dark, but shining so bright that it had touched her heart. Just as she was looking at the stars, the stars were looking back at her, embracing her with all their warm and beautiful luster.

Lily imagined how it would be like to be there, shining right next to the Moon. She wanted to be like the stars, who make people happier, who brighten people's moods even when everything seems to be horrible, even when the entire world seems to be so dark and so lonely.

Although, because of her mischievous nature, she eventually found a more playful way to shine and bring joy: by making others laugh.

Trivia

Her age is counted in human years because her mother is half-human and half-fae so Lily is not 100% fae. (i had to humanize Lily bc fae years are just so complicated 😭)

Lily mispronounces Diasomnia for Dysnomia, the name of a moon. Sebek keeps correcting her, but she never gets it right. (she's doing it on purpose)

She can breathe underwater.

Lily is very interested in scientific theories and loves debating about them. (ex: wormhole theory, panspermia theory, things like that)

She is the class clown. She keeps asking the most outrageously stupid questions to the teachers and manages to make the entire class laugh. (except for Sebek, lmao)

Lily never met Malleus but she would probably call him her broski.

If anyone is curious, the Victoria Water Lily myth tells the story of a woman who drowned after leaning towards a river to touch the reflection of the Moon, since she was in love with the Moon. The Moon (or Goddess of the Moon) was known for choosing women and turning them into stars, but to honor that woman who drowned, the Moon turned her into a Victoria Regia (water lily), which is known as the "Star of the waters".

[irenic-seraphiine]

Loving Luther

✮⋆˙ Pairing: Luther x Reader

✮⋆˙ CW: None

A/n: I literally could not, for the life of me, get myself to write for a while so enjoy this half-asses fic. Also, I love Luther but I don’t know if he’s entirely in character in this so possible ooc Luther.

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Loving Luther was interesting, to say the least. When you first met, you had the feeling he wasn’t quite human, (though he heavily insisted he was) with those large unblinking eyes and his almost abnormally long limbs, something about him wasn’t quite right, and yet you still fell for him. He was caring; a family man. When he held you at night, it was bliss, for you. You were pretty sure he didn’t sleep but you weren’t quite sure.

Your days went something like this: You’d wake up, Luther already awake and staring at you, He says good morning, and you reply, parroting him. Some mornings you would wake up to one of Luther’s Catmen on the bed as well, most of the time it was Nyon, as Nyen still hasn’t quite warmed up to you. (You were quite surprised when you first met them, fully under the impression it was a kink, you’re still not sure what’s going on.)

After that you would get up, have breakfast, and then go about your day, it was rare to have slow mundane days, there was always something going on in the Ivory household, and it was exciting. Occasionally, throughout the day Luther would come find you, corner you in some part of the house, and give you affection. It was the stereotypical affection you often see couples on TV doing, small pecks on the lips, cheeks, and forehead. Gentle swaying to nonexistent music and words of devotion.

You were glad you fell in love with Luther. If you never met him, you wouldn’t know where you’d be right now. As you lay in the giant bed in Luther’s bedroom, cuddled up to his chest, you can’t help but smile. This was where you were supposed to be in life. Cuddled up to Luther, in a warm and loving yet strange home.

Loving Luther was interesting, yes, but you were alright with that.

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[kix-mm]

Warning, semi spicy 18+

An unusually big succubus was trying to chase after this scrawny human in order to try and save it, the wold they were in made little to no sense, except that they seemed to be on a ruined planet? The gravity was wack, and it was below freezing temperatures in certain areas.

The human would be hiding behind some rubble or a pillar, and the succubus would try to coax it out of hiding, saying things like, "It's okay, I won't hurt you" "come out, its safe" and "please don't go" but it was only a matter of time before the human accidentally gave their position away...

When the human awakens they find themselves in what was presumably a makeshift shelter and they see the succubus awkwardly trying to cover themselves up in order to seem less inappropriate (they do this a lot throughout the dream) but because they are such an awkward size they can only press a blanket against themselves which at least covers the front.

The human tries to leave, but when they reach the front door, they see the snowstorm outside. Knowing that it was fatal to leave the human begrudgingly stayed. They keep asking what the demon wants and why they brought him here, and the succubus gets really sad and embarrassed. Succubi has to feed off human lust, they usually just took it whenever they got the chance to, but more than anything, this one just didnt want to be lonely anymore and thought that saving the human meant that they could live together and keep each other company.

They notice that the human doesn't dare look at them, only eating whenever they have to and sleep throughout the day. It didn't help that the succubus took up most of the bed they shared and always ended up clinging to the human. What made matters worse was the demons anatomy.

They got excited really easily and were deeply ashamed of it, constantly trying to hide themselves to make the human feel a little safer... while the human tried to keep distance between them to ensure they weren't going to be assaulted...

The succubus would try to make conversation with the human, talking about whatever they found interesting about the human world, they expressed how they wish they could fit into human clothes and how they'd want to wear the softest sweater... but the human wasn't buying it.

"You must be getting really hungry by now" is something he'd say to silence the demon, he could tell they were trying to get him to lower his guard, probably so he would become easy pray. But what he didn't expect was for the demon to one day suddenly agree that they were starving and needed a favor... a kiss. Nothing more, just a simple kiss.

They couldn't quite believe it would only be a kiss, so he denied their request, but the next day, the succubus requested it again, and the day after that, and the dat thereafter. Each time, it became more pleading and desperate till one morning, the human was suddenly cornered by the demon, and they made their plea one last time... the human was too afraid of what could happen if they rejected the succubus again, so they gave permission.

The succubus was over the moon and pulled the human into a deep kiss, rocking his hips beneath the humans lap and letting their hands explore, the human immediately pulled back "h-hey!" And the succubus turned red and laughed in shame "sorry sorry! I got a little excited, I'll keep it to just a kiss, I promise"

The human didn't even get a chance to scold them as their lips met once more, the kiss was gentle, yet there was still the deep feeling of need, the two held hands as the human slowly let themselves slip into the moment...

[whokilledsamara]

Male version of Mr. Slivar smut?

WATCHING {amab version}

a Mr. Silvair x amab!reader fic. {an: this is a COPY AND PASTE of my afab version. i only switched the genitalia around to amab.}

warnings || cuckcold, hair pulling, slight asphyxiation, monsterfucking, smut, amab genitalia, needles mention {not related to smut}

{an: just an amab version of my original work, which happened to be afab.}

a small huff releases you as Mr. Silvair injects the needle into your arm, before slowly pulling the tab as blood fills the syringe. "What do you even need this for anyways?" you ask, staring up at him. he pauses and tilts his head, seemingly confused. "..?" his gaze, or lack there of, set on your face. "Why, Doing?" you finally say, voice cracking at the foreign language that you still cant get the hang of. he thinks for a second, before shrugging. "Need, Blood. Experiments." he answers, quickly returning to your arm.

well that didnt answer your question..

allowing him to finish his administrations, seemingly pleased with your cooperation, he stands back up. Mr. Silvair makes his way into his experiment room, disappearing for a moment. Mr. Chopped was seated happily on the couch as always, beckoning you over with his chats. you sit down next to him, gently petting his head and murmuring 'cute' in their language. chatting conquers for a good while, even as you struggle to remember his language, but manage.

Mr. Silvair emerges from his lab, a fresh coat on. he beckons you closer with a finger, smiling softly when you obey. "Remove, Clothing" he states matter of fact. pausing, your face heats up with both confusion and embarrassment. "W-What.?" you ask quietly. he stares at you for a second before pointing at your lower abdomen. "Me touch. Experiment." he hums softly, your face heating up even further, eyes flicking from him to Mr. Chopped who was still seated with a confused expression. "Me can remove resident. Want?" he asks with a gentle smile as always. it takes a second for you to process his words, and before you can think, you find yourself shaking your head. "He can stay." you say with a flushed face. his smile grows wider, pleased at your response. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you gently reach for your clothes, slipping them off with ease.

"Desire, Carry! Desire, Carry!" Mr. Chopped exclaims with excitement. a low chuckle escapes Mr. Silvair's lips and with gentle hands he picks the head up, placing him closer to the both of you. "Cute!" he says happily, appraising your naked form. "Thank you.." you mutter, a small squeak leaving your lips as Mr. Silvair's hands suddenly grip your waist, walking you to the couch and gently pressing you down on it, chest up. his hand drags down your torso, in between the valley of your chest and down your stomach. a shiver runs down your spine when his hand gently parts your thighs, exposing your length to his gaze, dripping with pre-cum. the smile on his face curls up even more, and with an experimental touch, he runs a finger along your shaft. instinctively, your back arches off the couch, a hushed whine leaving your lips. "Interesting." he mutters under his breath. Mr. Chopped couldn't look any happier, excited noises leaving his mouth with every touch Mr. Silvair makes on your needy body. "Turn around." he says, gently patting your thigh with a smile. obediently, you position yourself on all fours, making your chest hit the couch and your hips in the air. a pleased hum leaves his chest, his gentle yet massive hand caressing your ass. excited giggles leave Mr. Chopped as expected, but hit a high pitch when Mr. Silvair lays an unexpected yet soft pat to your bottom. "Again!" the head says with a giddy smile. another chuckle leaves Mr. Silvair and he complies, asserting another slap, this time a bit harder.

a shuffling sound can be heard behind you, but a second before you can look back, you feel something poke your entrance. something big. he runs his member around your hole, rubbing his pre-cum enough and using it as a lube of some sort. Mr. Silvair's hands gently grasp you, spreading you for easier access. pain shoots through your core as he slowly presses himself inside of you, a low grunt leaving his lips in pleasure.

"Feels good." he reassures you, leaning down to press his chest against your bare back when he bottoms out. the cold air of the room you made your senses heighten, but what made it all the more was his cold hands gripping your hips as he laid down shallow thrusts. when he felt your hips push back, he took it as a sign to go faster, quickly picking up the pace with his thrusts. whines and moans left your lips, Mr. Chopped's eyes following your every movement.

"Faster?" Mr. Silvair questions, his hand reaching around to grab the front of your neck, pulling you up some. tears fall down your face as you nod, blood staining your lip from biting so hard. his hand moves from your neck to your chin, turning your face to the side in a quick kiss, rough due to his intense thrusts. "S-Silvair- fuck- i cant take.. hic.. it-" and while he didnt quite understand your words, he didnt take it as a bad sign. his thrusts only quickened, his hips desperately slapping against your ass.

"Me want see!" Mr. Chopped whines, pouting at his lack of view, mainly only seeing Mr. Silvair's back. "mmmmghh." you groan against the couch cushion, yelping at the sudden change of position when Mr. Silvair flips you onto your back. he slips back in with ease, throwing your leg over his shoulder and pressing you down with his hips. "a-ahh-mmmm." you whine, the pathetic moans leaving your lips seemingly spurring Silvair on. his hand travels down and quickly strokes your member, your hands suddenly shooting out to grab his shoulders, one managing to slip into his hair and tug. he lets out a low groan, his face turning into one of pure pleasure. his hand stokes faster, matching the rhythm of his thrusts in effort to make you cum before he does. with another thrust and a magical jerk of his hand, your back arches as far as possible, your orgasm ripping through you like fireworks. "fuuuuccckk.." a long curse leaves your lips as your cum hits his lower toros and not long after yours, Silvair's orgasm follows. hot spurts of cum fill you, and in the background you both can hear Mr. Chopped giggling. you wince as Mr. Silvair pulls his length out, his previous cum dripping out of your well spent hole. he smiles gently down at you, quickly making his way to clean you up. once finished, his hand gently caresses your head. "Again! Again!" Mr. Chopped exclaims, a big smile on his face. both you and Mr. Silvair laugh softly, your tired expression speaking for you. he gently pats your thigh, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"Later."

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

[derpinette]

girls being nice to me gets me higher than ecstasy ever could

[chronicparagon]

"Right! I'll remember that!" Harmony answers, "Sorry! I wanted to ask to be sure. You guys are new to me and I want to be sure I do everything right for you." Of course, she meant unicorns being new to her, but there is no telling who is listening in. Maybe it's Harmony's own paranoia but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

“How about that place over there? The Racing Stallion down the street? It’s a bit to the edge of the city, but it’s a tavern with an attached stable. Kind of a one-stop place!” Harmony suggests while leading Adelheid in that direction. However, the pair are unaware that the city walls have eyes and ears.  A pair of hidden figures lie in wait in the shadows. Awe fills their eyes when they find the newcomers making their way along the street. The men appear to be in fine garb but they bear a patch on the right side of their coats: A blue shield bearing the profile view of a roaring panther embraced by two branches adorned with white flowers.

“Remus! Remus, do you see those two?” One of the men whispers to his comrade. “Aye, I do…They look much like what Her Highness is searching for. The mare does not have the horn, though.” The other answers with a shake of his head. “You do know unicorns can hide that, yeah? Just like what rumors say.”

“Darnell, those are just rumors! I don’t know if Her Highness will be interested if this is just an ordinary horse and rider. Although…The mare does seem otherworldly. She glows like the brilliance of the full moon. Never saw such a pretty sight like that!”

“Exactly! Remus, this could be it! This could be the ones we’ve been waiting for! They could be from the prophecy!” The excited envoy claps his hands over the other’s shoulders. “Quickly! We must tell her at once! This could be our only chance to save us all!”

“Careful, Darnnell!” Remus chides as the other drags him further into the alleyway. “You must know the enemy may be on the lookout as well! We can’t afford them to be suspicious of those travelers.”

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While the envoys return to the grand palace, the travelers make their way through the busy crowds toward the Racin Stallion, unaware that there is trouble lurking. Caught in the excitement and wonder, Harmony paid little attention to their surroundings until they bump into a tall figure.

“Ah!” Harmony gasps when they bump into a figure. “I am so, so sorry! Are you okay?”

A tall man stands with his back facing them. He slowly turns around, revealing his face. He was a strange man dressed in shades of black, charcoal, and blood red. His hood lined with red covers his dark hair and a black gaiter cloak much of his face except his eyes.

Oh, those green eyes stand out but hold no kindness. There is only darkness there.

“Sir?” The woman asks yet there is no answer. He stares at her for a moment before directing his attention to Adelheid. He watches her in silence before he silently walks by them His doesn’t keep his eyes off the mare until he sinks into the dense crowd. Though Harmony notices something about the stranger.

What’s odd is the emblem embroidered on his right sleeve. A gold ring bears the head of an angry red bull on it. A strange sigil Harmony never saw before sprawl over the emblem’s black background. Words stand out along the bottom curve of the ring in golden thread.

“AVETE REGEM RUBRUM”

"Huh..." Harmony mutters under her breath. "Um, let's keep going. It's not much further." She speaks to Adelheid with a nervous laugh. But when they gained more distance from the man, Harmony leans forward to whisper to the mare. "Hey...Did that guy give off weird vibes to you? He was rude but...I don't know, I can't put my finger on it. But there's something weird about him."

[chronurgy]

I'd probably be less annoyed by bioware's choice to focus so heavily on a specific subsection of lore if it was a subsection of lore I actually liked

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 4 :)

[muttsandmustelidae]

i regret to inform all of my fellow socially awkward kings that Practicing Talking Good actually helps. u have to make small talk at the grocery store sometimes to get better at speaking to people u don’t know very well. it sucks but if u keep trying it will eventually NOT suck and will in fact be fun and nice