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comma-souptra · 2 months ago
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@little-boats-on-a-lake pitched the idea of he/him butch lesbian Detective Noel malevolent and I have not stopped rotating him in my head since. and needed to share their gospel
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gayboyrocklee · 2 years ago
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I hate getting sick like I'm exhausted but I have homework for four classes and two quizzes tomorrow so I can't even rest properly
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lucradiss · 7 months ago
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“Oh the age gap was too big I aged one of them up/down so they’re the same age”
YOU HAVE SHOWN YOUR WEAKNESS! YOU ROLL ON YOUR SPINELESS BACK AND EXPOSE YOUR COWARD BELLY IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY! I DONT HAVE A SHIP WITH AN AGE GAP OF LESS THAN A DECADE! GIVE THESE MIDDLE AGED MEN A TWINK AND SOME VIAGRA AND THEYRE READY TO GO!
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theoneringpop · 29 days ago
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Man Arondir and Gil-Galad both snatched some sort of weapons from the orcs when they escaped during the whole “dwarves” bit but Elrond just. Snapped that orc’s neck. Fought viciously to get a torch to attack with five minutes ago but in a situation where a weapon is objectively easier to acquire he said “Nah I’m throwing hands” and won
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dazeyinabong · 10 months ago
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the whole reason i’m hoping for a szn 2 is for tyson.
i need a book accurate tyson
he’s just a baby. he cries all the time, he is obsessed with percy, he TRIES TO HOLD ANNABETHS HAND ON THE PRINCESS ANDROMEDA CAUSE HES SCARED,
please i’m so excited for it i want it so badly
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turtleblogatlast · 6 months ago
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One of the biggest things that makes me see Leo as trans is absolutely the size of his carapace in comparison to his brothers’.
And I’m not talking about height! I’m specifically looking at his shell here, because when you compare him to the others, particularly Donnie who is nearly the same height as Leo, it’s very clear that Leo’s carapace is much longer in proportion to the rest of his body.
Like - standing side by side, even though Donnie is shorter his carapace ends noticeably higher up than Leo’s does. And I like this not only because it really helps push the idea that Leo could very likely be trans (or intersex!), but it’s also just a fun design difference between them.
(It also lends way to future scenarios of Donnie eventually getting taller than Leo, but sitting down still has Leo being the taller one haha.)
#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#trans leonardo#rottmnt headcanons#rise leo#trans leo#it’s like 4 am and I’m having trans leo feelings again sorry guys#totally get if other people disagree with me on this! but it’s always gonna be my no.1 headcanon fr#his complexion the vibrancy of his colors staying even in adulthood his general demeanor and this? this hc is LOCKED in my brain#plus the times Leo’s depicted in pink white and blue throughout the series like I KNOW it wasn’t on purpose but damn if it doesn’t help#(his nails are also the exact same as his toe nails/claws but I don’t super count this one tbh)#(even though it is TECHNICALLY another point in favor of trans leo)#(mainly because all the boys’ nails are very much more humanoid than turtle)#(just like how their tails aren’t really a factor either since we see them only in their baby forms and never again)#I really like the idea that he was a female red eared slider pre mutation#and Lou Jitsu’s dna paved how his humanoid features came out (aka a more masculine build and voice)#but his turtle features are all very much more in like with a female res#love the thought of rise bros meeting og comic turtle boys and Leo being like wait you guys are res too?? but…you’re not colorful……#one headcanon I have is that - you know the cute chirping and stuff we have the boys do?#I like to think that Leo’s chirping actually sounds more feminine to himself and his bros (so he tends to not do it)#idk I love thinking about this hc a lot and there’s no time like four am to talk about it huh?#future scenario has future Donnie going up to future Leo all smug like ah Nardo how’s the weather down there#and Leo’s all like good *sits down* why don’t you join me :)#Donnie: …*sits and stretches his neck out to be taller still*#Leo calls him a cheater but Donnie calls it ‘making use of his species’s advantages’#but yeah basically for many turtles the case is - bigger carapace? female. smaller carapace? male.#so it’s very interesting to take that knowledge and apply it here#did you know one of the turtles that this rule of thumb DOESNT apply to is alligator snapping turtles? male ones are the bigger ones there!#by a big difference too so Raph’s size makes a LOT of sense
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amphirrhvx · 4 months ago
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JULY 23RD IS UPON US ⭐️
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+ other version with a heart instead of the “10 days” ^_^
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doriansredroses · 3 months ago
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That’s it, I’m down bad for Jonathan Harker. I tried so hard to let Mina have him but it’s no use. I’ve fallen for him.
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feral-teeth · 9 months ago
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Happy Valentine’s Day! 💖💝💘
pls share w credit!! 🫡
Inspired by @smoshpvnk any similarities to any other cards besides the format is not on purpose!
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m3-kk · 4 months ago
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TCF NOVEL SPOILERS- My TCF notes
Hmmm it’s been a minute since I posted any of my TCF notes about the chapters.. so here ya go! THIS US PART 2 SHAWTYS!!
Ch. 1- YESSS CHAPTER 1!! Not the Kings Palace going kaboom 😶 Cale needs to rest!!! Slacker chan!!!
Ch. 5- AHHHHHHHHHH LEE SOO HYUKKKKKKKK LETSS GOOOOO! BLACK HAWKK OOO
Ch. 6- His name is now Sui Khan 😮
Ch. 7- 🍪 Cookiess! So we have to travel different dimensions now? Cale needs a break 😭😭
Ch. 8- World with the white mages = Xiaolen Planet
Ch.9- YAY DIVINE ITEM MIRROR LAPTOP THINGY! We are definitely going to like the other worlds people evil smirk 😏
Ch. 10- HAH CALE HUNG UP ON DUKE FREDO LOL! Sooo Cale is a god. 😀
Ch. 12- Dead mana is purer AND Cale’s power is more efficient here? Interesting..
Ch. 13- Hey we have a spare world tree!
Ch. 15- Mary is registering as a candidate to be a necromancer empress GO MARY!
Ch. 16- AW HER FAKE NAME IS “Heni Wishrop” HENI STANDS FOR HENITUSE!
Everyone thinks our Mary is powerful hehe!
Ch. 21- Working with Zero & the 4th Prince for the Harmony test :D
Ch. 22- OOooo Black Rain 🌧️
Ch. 24- Now we actually need to kill those hunters. How dare they lay a finger on our family. Let’s flip them over immediately.
Ch. 25- Yay! Hong & On <3 Let’s go to the infected area! 2nd Princess?
Ch. 26- the 2nd imperial princess has been converted to Caleism hah m! Tree-bush monster ye fire, destruction, protection!
Ch. 27- Are you human? HAHAH CALEE
Ch. 28- That Marquis guy is smart. Cale really is acting like a purifier so funny!
Ch. 31- Blood Message! How scary!
Ch. 34- Attacking the bad guys >:]
Ch. 36- BURNNNNNNN 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Ch. 37- 50% power to get 2,500% as a result! SO EFFICIENTTTT WEEEEEE
Ch. 38- THE HUNTER WHO HUNTS HUNTERS! GO CALE SO POWERFUL HA!
Ch. 39- Cale.. not everyone is a super powerful ultimate other worldly being like you! I feel bad for Goldie Gramps 😭
Ch. 40- In Prison with the fam 😜
Ch. 41- We are going to loot!! Goldie Gramps is angry and that dragon is timid but crazy. I love our family! CHAOS LOVE
Ch. 42- DESTROY THE ESTATE MWAHAH
Ch. 43- So sad that we couldn’t loot 😭🥲
Ch. 44- Ooo Opening the safe 💰
Ch. 54- ooo revealing us to the empire?
Ch. 58- Choking? Reminds me of Adin
Ch. 63- HAH I KNEW IT THE FAKE WT IS STAYING YOOO
Ch. 64- INFOOO! Not the Patriarch blowing up that’s crazy! We could’ve gotten so much more info! But oh well! Five Colors ooo!
Ch. 65- HAHAH THE GOD OF DEATH IN THE GROUP CHAT HAHAH I LOVE HIMM HEHHEHE (I love this chapter)
Ch. 66- AWWW Chatting with fire of Purification in puppy form!
Ch. 67- This is so cute I’m glad we get a lil’ rest just chatting with the nice puppy ❤️ I love!!!
Ch. 69- Almost the end of this arc!
Ch. 71- HOME WITH THE MONEYYYYY
Ch. 73- Ron, Beacrox! I missed uuuu!
Ch. 75- Aw the Henituse Fam! Billos!
Ch. 76- You get a mine, you get a mine. EVERYONE GETSA MINE!!
Ch. 78- YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED YOU ARE NOW ONE OF MY ELITE EMPLOYEES!
Ch. 79- @CP we have a mommy on our side? Mummy’s boy emperor as well???
Ch. 81- CENTRAL PLAINS?! The sworn brother goodbye was cute.
Ch. 83- We meet CP’s clone?? Cutie??
Ch. 85- The disrespect! They can’t pronounce our Cale Henituse’s name!
Ch. 86- NEW NAMES LETSGOOO
Ch. 90- YOO we got a golden plaque!
Ch. 91- Cale ignores Toonka but not Roan!
Ch. 93- We found the living jiangshi!
Ch. 94- enlightenment is crazy****
Ch. 97- Talking with the Sword Sainttt
Ch. 100- Purification! Chapter 100!
Ch. 101- One word, blood. SHITTTTT NOO
Ch. 102- AWKWARD! Yay Choi Jung SOO
Ch. 106- LET HIM EATTTT
Ch. 108- So many ally’s yay !!!!
Ch. 112- We. Are. Going. To. EATT! (a elixir)
Ch. 113- 70% shield 53% water
Ch. 116- The Alliance leader is being bitchy SHOW EM’ WHOSE BOSS! (Roan misses Alberu)
Ch. 118- Don’t hurt our Cale! Please!
Ch. 119- Aw I love when Choi Han & Beacrox talk together about family
Ch. 121- Ah the god ole trash bastard days
Ch. 123- Green Forest Bastards try and mess with us?! Angry Cale! >:(
Ch. 124- OO Cale is the BOSS MAN
Ch. 127- 68% then 72% of fire!!
Ch. 128- Pfft Caleism has a poem now lol.
Ch. 129- HUHH Big complicated lore??
Ch. 131- WOAHH The Heavenly Demon is a smart cookie fr fr wow intelligent!
Ch. 135- The Left Guard is so cute awe
Ch. 136- Oh no the Heavenly Demon ain’t doing so good :[
Ch. 137- Helping out the HD again. Spy?
Ch. 139- Aw Choi Family spars. I love it
Ch. 141- HD is being healed yay
Ch. 142- I was so concerned about Cale the whole time! Bloody Battle
Ch. 146- (I hope everyone at home is ok)
Ch. 151- TALKING WITH ALBERU YAYAYAY
Ch. 152- Pinnacle Demon is poison crazy
Ch. 153- We going to destroy things now?
Ch. 154- YAY DESTRUCTION DESTROY
Ch. 155- FINALLY FLIP THINGS OVER KYA
Ch. 157- OO WATER AP FOUND SOMETHIN
Ch. 158- OMG DRAGON LORE?? YAHOO
Ch. 159- “Raon’s lackey” I got the chills!
Ch. 160- OOOooo I’m hooked! Dragons<3
Ch. 162- Oh DAMN! We got a mf jackpot! Water is 300 percent stronger than the OG. No blood shed! Dragons are great!
Ch. 163- HAHA LOOTING ANCIENT STUFF
Ch. 165- Scale+Crown+Crown=Red Crown
Ch. 169- Shit is going down! TSUNAMI!
Ch. 171- How dare she think to threaten us, she shall die by Choi Hans sword.
Ch. 176- Old man Baek describes Cale’s world and “reads” him
Ch. 183- I love that we can run wild!! 😜
Ch. 185- THE PRIESTESS the youngest daughter of Orsena!
Ch. 186- The Dominantung Aura
Ch. 187- Our little Han got stronger (I’m so fucking proud of him 🥲)
Ch. 188- We killed her.. Last words?
Ch. 189- The Formation Collapsed!
Ch. 190- Raon’s MC moment. (Cute bond)
Ch. 191- Using water AP to Max! Or not?
Ch. 192- the Punto Banhui and Tears💧
Ch. 195- You got games on your phone?
Ch. 196- Everyone wants Cale to be a god
Ch. 199- WE LEFT!!! NOW WE ARE HOMEE
Ch. 200- Awww so cute at Alberu’s casa
Ch. 201- That actually so funny 🤣
Ch. 202- Zoom Call with Ahn Roh Man talking about gamess. Similarities?
Ch. 206- Aw it been a bit since we chilled
Ch. 209- Speech ruined! (So every time Cale has to do a speech it’s interrupted)
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mothstiel · 8 days ago
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🎶 on the six days till destiel day, my tumblr gave to me!! 🎶
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roguelov · 5 months ago
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HONEY YOURE KILLING ME OVER HERE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST 😫😫😫😳😳😳😳😳😳🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠
Like are you kidding me with
“Not until you've learned to take your pleasure slowly and to submit to my control."
Followed very quickly by
"Good girl," he whispers, his lips caressing your jaw. "You've learned to take your pleasure patiently."
You just double whammied me and I wasn’t ready but I fucking loved it
𓅨 Heart’s Desire: Desire
Heart's Desire: You are Amata, the dream that embodies adoration and one of Morpheus’s most treasured creations. As one of the few entities that Desire actually seems to like, it is your job to complete official business between the Dreaming and the Threshold. Too bad a scheming Endless has decided to play a little game and give you, their precious rare friend, a nudge in the right direction.
Warnings: Sex Perfume (Obvs.), Explicit Language, Explicit Material, Amata (you) are considered a virgin.
To Note: Morpheus/Dream x Named Dream!Reader, Amata: Latin for beloved, Sex pollen because Desire is a *bitch*.
Word Count: ~3.9k
Heart | Masterlist
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Dream grows concerned when you fail to drop by and pick up your usual paperwork to deliver the morning after he had sent you to his sibling's realm for business. He is accustomed to your punctuality and dedication to your tasks, so your absence is highly unusual. He decides to seek out Lucienne, hoping she might know where you have gone.
Dream makes his way to the library, his steps echoing through the vast chamber as he approaches Lucienne's desk. She looks up from her work, her eyebrows raised in surprise at the sight of Dream standing before her.
"My Lord," she says, her voice tinged with concern. "This is most unusual. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Dream frowns, his concern etched on his face. "I have come seeking Amata. She has not collected her paperwork today. Have you seen her?"
Lucienne nods, her expression turning grave. "Not today. I found her quite poorly yesterday. I sent her back to her quarters to rest."
Dream's frown deepens, his worry now mixed with a hint of anger. "And why was I not informed of this? Amata is one of my most trusted creations. Her well-being is of the utmost importance to me."
"I apologize, sir, but I did not wish to bother you with such matters, given your many responsibilities. I assumed that Amata would recover quickly and be back on her feet by this morning." Lucienne's voice softens as she adds, "But I understand now that I should have known better. Your concern for Amata goes beyond her duties, doesn't it?"
Dream's eyes flicker with a mix of surprise and defensiveness. "What are you implying, Lucienne?"
Lucienne gives a knowing smile, her eyes gentle. "Sir, it's no secret that you hold Amata higher than any other creation. Your concern for her well-being is evident. Please, let me help."
Dream's posture relaxes slightly, though his worry remains. "Very well. I appreciate your understanding, Lucienne. But right now, my priority is to ensure she receives the care she needs."
Lucienne nods. "I'll make the necessary arrangements and fetch the healers. In the meantime, perhaps you should be with her? Your presence might provide her with some comfort."
Dream doesn't need further encouragement. He turns and makes his way swiftly to your quarters, his mind filled with a tumult of emotions. His hidden affections for you, long kept in check, are now surfacing with an intensity he can no longer deny.
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He can smell it before he even reaches the hall from which your quarters branch. A bewitching scent draws him forward, its familiar notes of herbs and flowers mingling with something uniquely you—stardust and nebulae he had so tentatively sculpted you from. The fragrance is intoxicating, a reminder of your presence and the times you had spent together in happier, healthier moments. Torturous ones, as he held you at arm's length.
Morpheus quickens his pace, his concern deepening with each step as he detects an additional smell that does not belong. Desire's touch. As he approaches your door, the scent grows stronger, wrapping around him in a bewitching trance, begging to be consumed. He knocks softly, waiting for any sign of movement from within. When there is no response, he carefully pushes the door open and steps inside. The sight that greets him is far worse than he has imagined.
As the scene unfolds before him, Morpheus feels a mix of anger, concern, and disgust. You are in the throes of an aphrodisiac crash, your body shaking uncontrollably, your beautiful skin glistening with sweat, and your eyes half-lidded with pain. The scent of the perfume is unmistakable, and Morpheus knows instantly that this is Desire's doing.
Desire's manipulative touch is evident in every shuddering breath you take, and Morpheus can see the effects of the aphrodisiac coursing through your veins. Your usually vibrant colors are dulled, your essence dimmed by the twisted hand of Desire. Did Desire not cherish your friendship? You were the only one to whom Desire ever showed kindness, and yet his sibling had dared to poison you!
He approaches you slowly, gentleness in his every step. Kneeling by your side, he reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You moan softly, your body shivering as his fingers graze your skin. It takes you great strength to open your eyes and you barely recognize your creator.
"Morpheus?" you rasp out, decorum long gone in your fever-addled mind. You moan softly, your body shivering worse as his fingers cause the insatiable desire to grow.
"Forgive me, Amata," he whispers. "In my need to establish order, I subjected you to the vicious whims and games of my sibling. They have preyed upon my affections for you so that you suffer the consequences." You flinch at his admission and Morpheus knows why you do. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his anger and gather himself among the addicting scent of your arousal. "Amata, I need to go. My presence only exacerbates your condition," he says, his voice gentle but firm.
You look at him with terror in your eyes, your body trembling as the twisting fire feels as if it is ripping your insides apart. You feel ever so terrible, and he is going to leave?!"Please don't leave me, Morpheus," you beg, your voice raw with emotion. "I'm scared and it hurts. I don't like the way I feel. Please make it stop. Please!" As you lay there, wracked with pain and desire, you feel a desperate need for Morpheus to stay. He is your creator, the one being that has held your true adoration and love. But even as you beg him to stay, you can see the conflict in his eyes.
"I must go, Amata," Morpheus says, his voice heavy with regret. "My presence only worsens your condition. I will find a way to help you, but for now, I must leave." Despair fills your heart as you watch Morpheus turn to leave. You feel as though you are drowning in a sea of desire, and the thought of being alone in this state is unbearable. This time when those twisting vines pulse, your body reacts with an intensity you've never felt before.
The sound that emerges from your mouth is a sharp scream that you attempt to muffle with your down-filled pillow. The vines, relentless in their assault, twist and tighten within you, amplifying every sensation until fresh tears stream down your cheeks. Morpheus stops mid-stride, your scream breaking his resolve.
He turns on his heel and is on you before the strangled scream ripping its way out of your throat is finished. A hand slips around your back and he pulls you up, his remaining hand sliding into your sweaty hair. Morpheus' lips descend upon yours, the fire of his kiss burning ever so deliciously against the sharp pains stabbing at the marrow of your being.
Your world narrows to the sensation of Morpheus' lips on yours, the heat of his embrace an anchor in the midst of the thorns raging within you. His kiss is both tender and fierce, a contradiction that only serves to heighten the intensity of your desire. But oh how it quells your prickling agony. His touch pushes at your robe as his mouth urges your lips to part.
You latch onto the sensation, your lips parting as if they have a will of their own. More. You need more. Morpheus takes advantage, deepening the kiss, his tongue exploring with a possessive intensity that makes you twist against his hold. Your hands cling to his shoulders, desperate for something solid to hold onto in this tempest of emotions.
His hand leaves your hair, trailing down your neck and over your shoulder, sending sparks of electricity through your veins. He grasps the edge of your robe and harshly yanks it aside, baring your beautiful skin. The contrast between the heat burning beneath your skin and the coolness of his body makes you moan, a sound swallowed by his relentless kiss.
When his hands start to remove your robe, baring more your opulent skin, you finally find the energy to move your arms. Your hands scratch at his star-lined jacket, one even sliding across the coarse material until your fingers grip the soft fabric of his shirt. Your efforts stretch the column of your neck out, a supernova stretching across your flesh and spreading to your shoulder. Morpheus catches sight of the beauty that is you and his mouth promptly departs yours, causing you to whine in objection.
"Patience, beloved," Morpheus murmurs against the side of your neck, his warm breath tickling your already inflamed skin. Everywhere his lips touch, the thorns withdraw, only to be replaced by a burning need for more. What delicious torture. Then he runs his tongue up your neck, tasting the subtle touch of Desire's magic hidden within the notes of perfume that complement you perfectly.
A surge of unrelenting territoriality sweeps through Morpheus, his eyes blazing mercury and the entire realm shudders. "They dare to taint that which is mine?" Morpheus hisses, and you whimper at the palpable rage you can feel. His cold fingers coil around your throat, his grip firm but not enough to leave any mark, and he tilts your head back further. You quiver, feeling his rage and ire. "You are mine," he growls, "and they cross the line meddling with you."
"I am, I am," you repeat, squirming as the dulled thorns of pain slowly return. "Fix it, fix it!"
He does, his mouth returning to yours in an instant. Lips and hands explore your body, his touch igniting that blaze of need within you. The raw intensity of his kisses and the possessive force of his caresses leave you breathless, your senses overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure and pain.
His fingers trace the contours of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch your back, drawn to his touch like a moth to a flame, craving more of the exquisite torture he inflicts upon your sensitive skin. Morpheus' kisses become more insistent, his lips seeking out the tender places where your flesh seems to burn the brightest. His tongue darts out, licking the flames that dance across your neck and shoulders, and you moan, the sound of your desire muffled by his mouth.
Lost in the haze of passion, you barely register the change when Morpheus' hands leave your skin, only to return with a cool, slick pressure that makes you gasp. Your legs almost flail when he slips a finger inside you, his touch sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your core.
You buck against his hand, desperate for more, and he gives it to you, adding another finger, then another, until you are stretched taut around his invasion. His fingers move within you, seeking out every sensitive spot, and you cry out, your body shuddering in response to his skilled touch.
The thorns within you stab deeper, the pain almost unbearable, but Morpheus' fingers drive them back, his touch healing to your tormented flesh. You cling to him, your nails digging into his jacket and chest as he works, his fingers unraveling the knots of pain and replacing them with a relentless ache that consumes you.
You feel ecstasy building within you, a wave of pleasure crashing against the mess that is your senses. You cry out, your body arching in surrender to the storm of sensations that Morpheus unleashes. He continues to stroke you, his fingers relentless in their pursuit of your pleasure, until you come undone. Your release shatters you into a thousand shimmering fragments of light, all of which echo throughout the canvas of your skin in a meteor shower.
As your chest heaves and your mind spirals, caught between pleasure and agony, Morpheus runs his hand up your body. You are still shivering from the prickles of pain caused by his sibling's perfume, but not nearly as badly as when he had found you.
"We must wash the rest of my sibling's taint from your skin," Morpheus rumbles, fuming anger still evident on his face as he gathers your body in his arms and pulls you up from the confines of your twisted sheets.
"It still hurts," you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing. "It hurts."
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You feel Morpheus' strong, steady arms around you as he carries you into the bath. The sight of the steam rising from the water promises to soothe your aching skin, but the discomfort from the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac remains. As he lowers you into the warm water, the sensation only partially alleviates your distress.
Morpheus' gaze is intense, filled with concern and passion. He understands how much you are suffering and is determined to make it right. Without a word, his clothes evaporate in a swirl of sand, revealing the chiseled muscles beneath. You watch, transfixed, as he sheds his clothes, leaving only his skin and yours.
He steps into the bath, lowering himself until he is sitting behind you. His hands find their way to your shoulders, gently massaging the tension away. The warm water laps at your skin, mingling with the cool air as Morpheus guides you to lie back against his chest. His fingers trace the contours of your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch your back, drawn to his touch like a moth to a flame, craving more of the exquisite torture he inflicts upon your sensitive skin.
Morpheus' kisses become more insistent, his lips seeking out the tender places where your flesh seems to burn the brightest. His tongue darts out, licking the flames that dance across your neck and shoulders, and you moan, the sound of your desire muffled by his mouth.
As Morpheus' kisses intensify, his hands begin to trace more daring paths across your skin. His fingers glide over your hips, along the curve of your waist, and down to cup your breasts. Your nipples pebble under his touch, aching for his attention.
His fingers graze the sensitive skin of your stomach, then dip lower to cup your cunt. You stiffen, your body tense with anticipation, but Morpheus doesn't stop. Instead, he runs his fingers through your wet folds, tracing the outline of your swollen lips and teasing the entrance to your cunt.
"Morpheus," you gasp, your breath catching in your throat as you feel his fingers slip inside you. You buck against him, and he pushes deeper, his fingers stretching you open while he also forces your hips back against his body. A low moan slips from your lips as your body quivers with pleasure and pain. Then he begins to move his lithe fingers in and out of you, stroking the places that prickle with pain until passion and ecstasy bloom.
Your head falls back against his shoulder when your back arches, and you twist your body against his. How can his touch be so satisfying and yet cruel at the same time? Amidst the swirling steam and flickering candlelight, you feel the furious current of Morpheus' desire coursing through you. He doesn't like your squirms, for it only makes his desire for you physically manifest in a painful erection. So one of his strong arms wraps around your waist and holds your body tight against his chest.
“Please,” you plead, your fingers digging into the arm holding you ever so tight. Your foot wraps around his leg and you try to buck against his vindictive fingers, desperately needing more than just his fingers. But he doesn’t give.
His lips meet the nape of your neck, his breath warm, almost strained, against your skin, as Morpheus whispers, "Not yet, sweet Amata. Not until you've learned to take your pleasure slowly and to submit to my control."
Your body trembles with desire and frustration at his words, the need for him growing stronger with each passing moment. Tears drip from your eyes and your nails dig into his wrist. Every movement his fingers make caresses you from inside your cunt, sending shock waves of pleasure cascading through your body and radiating out to your legs.
You convulse with each thrust of Morpheus' fingers, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your desire builds to new heights. His touch is both exquisite and unbearable, your flesh craving his gentle touch one moment and yearning for more intense pleasure the next. His erection throbs against your rear, a silent reminder of the passion he is withholding.
"Please," you beg again, your voice hoarse with desire. The thorns are only just held at bay, outnumbered by the pure desire for pleasure. "I can't take much more of this." Morpheus' only response is a low, dark chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. He knows exactly how much you are suffering, but only you can sate the burn.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you feel your body betray you as it shudders with an intense orgasm. Your muscles clench around Morpheus' fingers, and your back arches as your cunt pulses with pleasure. Morpheus' fingers continue to thrust deep inside you, prolonging your ecstasy, as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. You tremble violently, head turning into his neck so that he feels your harsh and ragged breaths.
Your back collapses against his chest, your body boneless and spent, as he gently strokes your quivering body in reverence. The intensity of the orgasm has left you breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. Morpheus continues to hold you tight, allowing you to recover from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Good girl," he whispers, his lips caressing your jaw. "You've learned to take your pleasure patiently."
Slowly, he begins to pull his fingers from your wet cunt, drawing them above the water to admire how your release clings to his fingers. The scent of your arousal mingles with the aroma of the steamy room, intensifying the passion-fueled atmosphere. As you drag in shaky breaths, one of your hands gripping the edge of the sitting ledge, a small whimper escapes you when Morpheus brings his drenched fingers up to your lip.
"Are you ready for my cock, beloved? I cannot promise you it will be gentle, but I assure you it will be the most intensely pleasurable experience you've ever had," he whispers, scraping his teeth over the spot on your neck where Desire had defiled your beautiful being. You nod timidly, the sharp prickles of thorns returning far too quickly for your liking. Given permission, Morpheus drags his thumb over your lips to grasp your chin, tilting your head so his lips can seize yours once more.
His kiss is intense, urging your lips to part so he can take further delight in your taste. Morpheus slides his fingers across your stomach and cunt, feeling the contractions of your muscles as they cramp with need once more, and grasps his aching cock between your legs. He is clever, distracting you with his tongue and lips while his cock seeks entrance. He has you so wrapped up in his kiss that you barely notice the subtle nudge of his cock against your entrance.
The bubbling bathwater nearly tricks you into thinking a flurry of bubbles is rushing across your flesh when his cock penetrates you, but the sensation is unmistakable. The thickness of his cock stretches you apart, causing you to cry against his lips. You want to squirm, your first instinct is to crawl away, but he doesn’t let you. Morpheus holds tight to your waist and chin, grounding you as he begins to thrust, deeper and deeper into your tight, wanton body. The water churns with the intensity of your pleasure, a whirlpool of lust that pulls you deeper into the abyss.
Then your first moan of pleasure slips from your tongue, ever so sweetly, and his lips drag away from yours so that bright silver can gaze into your wide eyes. Morpheus's eyes, like pools of liquid silver, devour yours as his thrusts become more forceful, drawing you into an abyss of pleasure. Your fingernails dig into his thigh, causing Morpheus to release your waist and grip your bouncing breast with his hand.
His eyes mirror your own, reflecting the lust and desire that is consuming you both. The water around you, frothy and tempestuous, reflects the turmoil that swirls within your very soul. The pulsating rhythm of Morpheus' hips echoes the surging currents of your desire, pushing you ever closer to the edge. His grip tightens around your breast, his fingers pinching and rolling the sensitive flesh. You whimper, the pleasure-pain a delightful symphony to the ears of both you and Morpheus.
You scream as his relentless thrusts consume you, your body trembling under his force. His eyes hold a dark hunger, his silver gaze burning into yours as he reaches for your other breast, his fingers wrapping around your nipple. Your nails continue to dig into his thighs, drawing blood, but he pays it no heed, his focus solely on the exquisite torture he is inflicting upon you.
His cock slides in and out of you, a wild dance of flesh and need, each stroke sending shock waves of pleasure through your very being. But you don't fight it - instead, you embrace it, allowing the throbbing current of your ecstasy to consume you. Morpheus' thrusts grow more frenzied, each one a demand for your final surrender. You give in. Your cunt begins spasming and clamping down around his cock, and you scream in sheer unbridled ecstasy. Your body convulses with pleasure once more, every muscle tense and straining as you reach the pinnacle of your desire.
With a final, thunderous thrust, Morpheus' cock erupts within you, filling you with a torrent of hot, pulsating ecstasy. Your muscles tighten around him, milking every last drop of his pleasure, your climax and his merging into one unending wave of ecstasy. Morpheus's thrusts grow slower, more deliberate, as he drinks in your orgasm and sinks deeper into you until he comes to a stop, relishing the feeling of your body quivering around him. Breathing heavily, you find yourself staring at the ceiling of the bath while your limbs float limp. You feel entirely back to normal, ignoring the aftershocks of pleasure shooting through your cunt.
"The next time I see your sibling," you pant softly, "I have half a mind to stab them in the thigh." Morpheus chuckles deeply, his voice low and husky as he presses his lips against your neck, allowing them to linger.
"I imagine they would be deserving of it it," he murmurs, reaching over and brushing your sweat-drenched hair back from your forehead with a gentle hand. "But I have an inkling that this was not an intentionally malicious act."
"My guts felt like they were trying to rip their way out of my body, and I don't even have guts." A darkness flashes within Morpheus’ eyes before he covers it.
"Enough about my sibling, beloved," he urges, brushing his lips along a string of stars now crawling up your neck in gentle shimmers. "How do you feel now?"
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"Better," you sigh, "I feel so much better."
Date Published: 6/6/24
Last Edit: 6/6/24
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pipfrankenstein · 7 months ago
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redraw of the new diluc emote :33
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notearsnora · 21 days ago
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35 days left till the Wicked movie release.
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amailboxlemur · 2 months ago
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Safe to say I’m a little obsessed
Now that I’ve done a few of these, and figured out a bunch of other omar songs on the piano I’m starting to notice trends with his range. The chorus for sabotage sits a few notes higher than I would say he usually does. I also THINK this song might have his new highest recorded note (excluding this morning’s TikTok 😂) with “I don’t care BOUT heaven” where the “bout” is on Eb5.
Anyway, 27 days to every night fantasy, one month to tour and 37 days until the NYC show!!!
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kingofthering · 2 months ago
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In this scenario you obviously have money so the motorhome is actually nice and roomy, queen size bed, spacious bathroom, etc
Your team also has money so the hotel is always on the high end, multiple stars & the comfort that comes with it, etc
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