#Laves phases

[runa-falls]

pornstar!moon-boys x fluffer!reader

part three: jake

a/n: some headcannons bc we filthy up in this bitch >:) 1.5k??? i'm overcompensating for something lmao

others: marc | steven | more steven

as a fluffer, it's your job to know how to keep the boys interested. each alter has their own preferences:

(NSFW 18+ under the cut)

jake: the troublemaker

GIF by manny-jacinto

Jake was the last (and final?) alter you met. He didn't ask for you the first time you met. Actually, you thought you were seeing Marc, but it turns out Jake was 'covering this one' for him, whatever that means.

It turns out Jake had been in the industry longer than Steven but you've just never met him. Unlike the other boys, he was used to taking whatever fluffer was offered on set, not really preferring or caring who was preparing him for the day. It never really mattered to him.

And then he met you.

His eyebrows raise when you walk in, eyes taking in every inch of your body. You're dressed in a pair of comfy shorts and an oversized shirt, hair styled casually so it's out of your face (Marc was going through a phase where he craves to see you in pajamas, needing that extra domesticity and softness).

Jake doesn't greet you, or even bother to stand up from the couch to shake your hand. He looks...amused, like he recognizes you.

"You're that girl that has my brothers wrapped around her finger." It's not a question, more like a statement.

He leans back against the couch as if to get a better view of what's in front of him. He looks like Marc, but he doesn't sound or carry himself like him. And he's definitely not Steven.

You don't deny his words, "And... you are?"

"Lockley, Jake Lockley." He still doesn't move to shake your hand, just says it with a nod.

"Another...?"

"Yeah, there are three of us... As far as I know."

"Where's --"

"Marc? I dunno." He doesn't look too concerned. It's almost like he's barely interested in the conversation when it isn't about himself. "But I'm here." You catch your first glimpse of his famous smirk, one that you've learned spells trouble.

You've named Jake as the troublemaker of the trio because he constantly bends the rules and does what he wants. Especially with you.

For one, he's the first alter you ever fucked. Actually, he's the first pornstar you've fucked, too.

Usually you have a longer session the first time, but 20 minutes would have to do. He's still staring at you, sitting on the couch with his legs spread wide. Inviting.

You go up to him like any other client, not phased by his dark eyes and mischievous allure, and straddle over his thighs. His hands immediately come up to hold your waist, steadying you easily against him.

Other than that, he doesn't make a move, clearly waiting to see what you'll do.

"So what do you like, Lockley?"

"Aren't you supposed to figure that out, sweetheart?"

Kissing Jake always takes your breath away. He's demanding but somehow he makes you feel like you need it, not the other way around.

He's dirty with it, drawing you in with soft kisses before nipping at your lips and then deepening it by laving his tongue against yours. It's addicting how smoothly he moves against you, tempting your body to take it a step up, to cross that line.

You are sitting up on your knees just a few inches off of his lap, hovering over and making out with him, hands cradling his jaw. You have the upper hand (and are literally over him) but you've never felt so lost in a kiss.

You feel his hands drag from your waist to your ass. He grasps you, shoving your loose soft shorts up so he can feel your skin against his palms. You let him.

That was your first mistake.

You're distracted by his mouth when his hand shifts from your butt to your aching center. You've been dripping -- soaking since he gave you a taste of his tongue, since he first held you.

You let out a surprised moan as his fingers press flush against your clothed core, stroking against your most sensitive area. He applies the perfect amount of pressure against your cunt, brushing and prodding at your entrance over your clothes before cruelly teasing your clit.

You let it go on far longer than you should've, but it just felt so good. And then it felt too good.

He rubs your clit until you're seeing white, until you can only think of him and how he's touching you.

You gasp, "Jake!" Your legs shake from having to hold yourself up as he pushes you off the edge. He growls as you wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep you steady. You settle back onto his lap, forehead resting against his chest as you pant and calm down.

He's hard as a rock against you, practically pulsing as he watches you come down from your orgasm and melt against him.

He figured you out, and you, him.

Jake gets off on getting you off.

When you're his fluffer, you're his to touch, tease, and prod, not the other way around.

You wouldn't really call him a 'giving' partner because at the end of the day, he does it for himself.

He's selfish in how he'll pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, just because it pleases him. He doesn't care if you're writhing under him.

That first session didn't end where it was supposed to. Giving you an orgasm was already more than you're used to. But he kept going. You were distracted, caught off guard.

That was you're second mistake.

Before your lust-fogged mind could wrap around what was happening, your loose and stretchy pajama shorts were tugged to the side and he was pushing up into you.

The stretch was intense, but he slid in easily with how wet you were for him. You both groan simultaneously as he filled you to the brim.

After that first round, Jake ceased production for the day, telling everyone to go home while yelling "Don't fucking interrupt me" on his way back to his dressing room.

---

(He's not allowed to fuck you during working hours anymore -- they even put it in his contract. He wasn't too happy about that.)

Needless to say, you were called back the next day.

As much as Jake loves to play with you, sometimes there isn't enough time, especially on bigger projects with less time to fool around. In those cases, he takes a quick sloppy blowjob.

And by sloppy, you mean sloppy.

He loves watching you struggle to swallow him down, eyes shiny with tears and drool dripping down your neck.

His hand grips your hair, guiding the smooth pace as you bob against him. You whine as he slowly speed up, your jaw is already tired and knees are sore. You hold on your his hips to help stay steady as he starts to thrust back into you, cock hitting the back of your throat every so often. You gag and he growls.

He's the one who pulls you off, knowing his own limits.

He's the most controlled out of the three, able to slip you off his cock just at the right moment before walking out and starting the day.

He groans when he peers down at you, "Fuck...I wish I could cum down that pretty throat," You're wiping your mouth, lips still vibrating from the way he fucked into you. "C'mon baby, let's go. Call time's in five." You comb your fingers through you messy hair before he helps you up.

Then you follow him out.

Like Marc and Steven, he also refuses to be prepped by anyone else. But he also takes it a step further (bc of course he does), he takes you to set with him. Like some 'bring-your-girlfriend-to-work' day.

(oh yeah...you're with them now...)

You didn't even know that you were allowed to physically be on set when scenes are being recorded, until Jake insisted, claiming he could only keep it up if you were watching.

Sometimes when he's fucking a girl (or fucking himself) he looks up, eyes scanning the room until he finds you. The cameras don't exist to Jake and this isn't his job. Porn -- or being recording -- is just him doing the company a favor and letting them have a glimpse into his bedroom habits. He doesn't give a fuck.

He meets your gaze and sends you a cocky smirk, hands restraining the body under him as he roughly slams his hips against hers. It never fails to make your breath hitch and skin bloom with heat.

He gives you the same intense look when you're under him, choking on his cock. He's imagining that you're under him now, stretched and ruined for him. Whimpering and crying out for more. As much as you try to ignore him, you can't. It's like driving past a car wreck, you can't look away.

Directors have had to scrap countless recordings for the final production of videos when he'd get really carried away, grunt dirty words in spanish to the girl in the corner of the room (you) that the camera can't even see.

It's not all bad though, the company sometimes uses those behind-the-scene vids of him, basically cuckholding you, for exclusive content. And viewers go feral for it. Probably because it's more genuine than half of the videos out there.

[rimatsu]

May we please get a part 2 of Tommy being horned up over preggo Buck’s hot bod? It’s delectable

once again i can barely follow instructions: this ended up more cheesy sweet than unapologetically horny but i hope you still enjoy it <3

part 1

When he waltzes out of the en suite bathroom after his own shower, Tommy is welcomed by semi-darkness. The dim wall sconces are warm pools of illumination overhead. They bathe the bed in yellow and make it glow invitingly. Reclined against the headboard, Evan has wedged three pillows behind his back, his pajamas-clad legs stretched out in front of him. He’s bare from the waist up, scrolling down his phone with one hand. The other rests lightly on top of his belly — shiny with lotion that has yet to be fully absorbed by his skin, a greasy layer that reflects light like glass, accentuating the convex of his abdomen.

Tommy's heart swells and bangs against his ribcage, something achingly tender blooming in his chest at the sight, so big it nearly spills out of its container.

The human body is at once awfully fragile and incredibly resilient. Evan is adorned with purposive ink and accidental scars from dozens of injuries that could’ve killed him. In another universe, he took his last breath when a blood clot obstructed his pulmonary artery; or expired under the crackling claps of thunder and the whiff of ozone. In this timeline, Evan has lived through it all, and the cartography of his flesh is the map of his experiences, a record of bravery and strength and narrow escapes. In their four years together, Tommy has memorized the lattice of Evan’s anatomy and the architecture of his spine, the curvature of muscles and the convex of fat, has laved appreciative attention to his body while it cycled through bulking and cutting phases alike; but this new appearance — the latest addition in the history of Evan's extraordinary accomplishments — might just be Tommy’s favorite, short-lived as it is.

It stirs something primal in him, all lizard brain and base compulsions: Evan is carrying the physical evidence of their coupling, a successful one with a heartbeat of her own. Tommy has never felt quite so possessive before, nor has he ever thought of himself as particularly territorial, but he feels hoggish now. Not in a way that concerns him — he’s only ever reverent, worshiping, wants to curl around Evan and protect what's theirs. His, his, theirs.

“You're gonna gawk at me all night?” Evan asks, pulling Tommy out of his sentimental trance. There's an amused gleam in his eyes when he stretches out one arm in invitation, beckoning Tommy closer. “If you don't claim your spot soon I might replace you with the Snoogle.”

Tommy makes a face. 

The Snoogle is a giant neon green U-shaped pillow Evan purchased to support his bump and back whenever Tommy’s on duty and unable to offer his cuddling services. It's also a space robber that takes up most of the bed’s real estate and acts as a veritable fortress between them.

“No need for threats,” Tommy dismisses. “Keep that monstrosity away.”

The mattress dips under his weight. Fitting an arm under Evan’s neck, Tommy slithers close until they're nestled together as comfortably as possible 36 weeks in.

“Hi,” Evan says with a little grin, putting his phone away.

“Hey there, chubs,” Tommy greets back, teasing.

Evan glowers at him in mock-offense. “Watch it.You’re the one who got me this way.”

“I sure hope so,” Tommy quips, and then hikes Evan’s right leg over his thigh to loosen his aching flexors, hoping to keep the discomfort to a tolerable minimum. “How's my baby doing?”

Evan shrugs, wiggling a bit as he readjusts against his mound of pillows. “M’doing alright. A bit sore, but I’ll live.”

Tommy can’t help but chuckle at that.

“You’re cute, but I meant the actual baby,” he clarifies, reaching to stroke a hand over the swell of Evan's middle. 

He searches for movement under taunt skin, for the press of tiny feet or sharp elbows against his palm, but the kid must be fast asleep now, motionless in the womb, and all Tommy can feel is the steady rise and fall of Evan’s breathing.

"Oh, I see how it is. I’m chopped liver around here,” Evan deadpans — or tries to, anyways. His mouth keeps dancing in and out of a smile. “Do you want me to leave you two alone? I wouldn't wanna intrude.”

“Nah,” Tommy declines, drumming his fingers twice over Evan’s navel. “She says you're decent company.”

“Decent, huh? Sweet talkers, the both of you,” Evan says, and then nudges his head up for a peck, one that Tommy happily gives. 

Their noses brush, and the following kisses are sweet and open, unhurried and languid, without too much tongue. Whiskers scrape against stumbles, one liplock fading into the other. Evan tastes like toothpaste and smells like the citrus headnotes of their shower gel mixed with the jojoba oil of his stretch mark cream. 

It's familiar; it's intoxicating — it lights Tommy up yellow-warm inside. The air that expands his lungs isn't solely his own anymore, shared between them like their last names.

There’s a drowsy pale-pink flush on Evan’s cheeks when they part. His lips are red like wine, a fruit ripening on a stem, and he blinks at Tommy with a slow, deliberate sweep of fine lashes. 

“You wanna…?” Evan asks, trailing off suggestively. His fingers curl in the drawstrings of Tommy's pants. Someone is definitely in the mood to get his nuzzle on.

“I wanna?” Tommy prompts, playful.

That earns him a tug at the waistband, fabric pulled down over the rise of a hip bone.

“Business is open,” Evan announces, voice lowered to a hush — flirty, coy. “You better get it while the getting is good.”

“Your business has been open 24/7 lately,” Tommy points out, just as cheeky.

During the first trimester, Evan had been tired and queasy and sex got kicked to the bottom of his priority list — very uncharacteristic for a man with a pronounced appetite for booty knocking and body rocking. By month four, though, his energy levels went back to normal, and his libido skyrocketed to the point where they now have mind-boggling quantities of sex, reduced mobility be damned. Cuddling before bedtime automatically leads to a horny Evan craving one of those orgasms that help him sleep: slow and drawn-out and indulgent. That extra blood flow around his nether regions have turned him quite hair-trigger.

It’s all very fine in Tommy's books: it might take a lot of maneuvering to fuck now that Evan is so pregnant lying down on his back for too long is no longer an option, but he finds his husband sexier than ever, lush and fruitful, soft to the touch. There’s something wonderful about it, about him.

“You complaining?” Evan challenges, one eyebrow cocked. “You should make the most of it before a newborn takes over all our time.”

“Far be it from me to deny you,” Tommy says, shifting to carefully straddle Evan’s prone form — body loose and legs splayed open like an invitation. “I don’t need any convincing.”

[bethanythebogwitch]

Original Australian starter Pokemon revised

This is a revision of my starter Pokemon for my original Goorda region, based on a combination of Australia and Aotearoa/New Zealand. I've wanted to revise them for a while, both to update the hideously bad art into my current merely ok art and because I wanted to alter some of the concepts and inspirations I've used. Links to more of my fakemon at the bottom.

The grass starter is Womaca, the Wombat Pokemon, grass type. Womaca is a shy Pokemon with many predators, so it developed a nut shell on its back to act as a shield. When threatened, it burrows into the ground, laving only the shell exposed to hide from predators. Womaca live in burrows and rarely stray far from them, for fear they may be caught by a foe with nowhere to run to.

Womaca evolves to Punomice, the Wombat Pokemon, grass/rock type. The shell on its back has hardened to petrified wood, which grows in layers that accumulate on the top. The older a Punomice is, the more layers its shell will have. Because of its harder shell, Punomice is willing to venture further from its borrow as it is no longer as vulnerable as when it was a Womaca. Moss grows on its shell and an old Punomice's shell often looks green from the moss.

Punomice evolves to Rakidon, the Mountain Pokemon, grass/rock type. The shell of petrified wood on its back has developed into a mountain. This, combined with its great size, means Rakidon no longer fears predators and no longer lives in a burrow. Its fur is green from moss that grows on it. This moss is known for having medicinal properties.

Womaca and Punomice are based on wombats, which really are burrowing animals. The nut shell on Womaca is based on a macadamia nut, Australia's only native crop export. Petramaca and Rakidon are based on petrified wood. Punimice's shell is based on the pancake rocks, a rock formation found in Aotearoa that look like stacks of thin layers. Rakidon is based on a diprotodon, a giant, extinct relative of wombats. The mountain on its back is based on Aoraki/Mount Cook, Aotearoa's tallest mountain. Womaca comes from "wombat" and "macadamia". Punomice comes from "Punakaiki" (the village where the pancake rocks are located) and "pumice". Rakidon comes from "Aoraki" and "diprotodon". In my original designs, Punoice was named Petramaca and its shell was a generic boulder while Rakidon was named Dipwoodoo and it has a series of hoodoos on its back instead of a mountain.

The fire starter is Dingup, the Dingo Pokemon, fire-type. Dingup acts brave, but is shy and its curious nature often gets it into trouble. Because it is still small and young, it lives in a pack for mutual protection. Dingup often seems to react to things nobody else can see, leading to theories that it can see spirits. Dingup can be friendly to humans, but trainers are warned that it can act wild and is difficult to train.

Dingup evolves to Dingunji, the Dingo Pokemon, fire-type. Dingunji is wild and rebellious, leading it to leave the pack and set out on its own. However, it always remembers where it came from and truly values its friends. Dingunji sometimes chases things nobody can see. Legends say it is chasing dangerous spirits away from its friends.

Dingunji evolves to Warrighul, the Shaman Pokemon, fire/ghost-type. Warrighul has matured past its rebellious phase as a Dingunji and returned to the pack. It has the power to see and interact with the spirit world. Dangeorus spirits flee from Warrighul as its flames burn them. At the same time, it will guide friendly spirits to human shamans, leading to it being valued by spiritual people.

This line is based on dingos, the wild dogs of Australia. Their dangerous qualities reference that, while Dingos can be tamed and historically were by aboriginal peoples, they are still wind animals and do not have the behavioral traits that domesticated dogs do. They are also based on aboriginal religious practices in some cultures that used them as guardians and aides to shamans. They also come from the trend from all Pokemon gens except 2 and 9 where the fire starter is based on an animal from the Chinese zodiac. How could I not do the dog in Australia? Dingup comes from "dingo" and "pup". Dingunji comes from "dingo" and "bunji" (a word in multiple aboriginal languages that means "friend"). Warrighul comes from "warrigal" (another word for dingo) and "ghoul". This is the line that changes the least from its original concept. I really just updated the art and changed Warrighul to a ghost type. When I made the original post, i last minute changed Warrighul from a ghost type to a psychic type because ScarVi had recently come out and I didn't want a fire/ghost starter right after Hisuian Typhlosion and Skeledirge. In hindsight, that was dumb and I'm changing it back.

The water starter is Platid, the Platypus Pokemon, water-type. Platid's hairs are hollow and transparent and its body can produce faint light that shines through them. This allows Platid to change the color of its fur to blend in with its surroundings, making it good at stealth. It is slow and clumsy on land, but a skilled swimmer that hunts in the streams and lakes of Goorda.

Platid evolves to Platox, the Stealthy Pokemon, water/poison-type. Small spurs on Platid's forelegs have developed into retractable spears on Platox's wrists. These spears are hollow and inject venom into whatever they stab. After evolving, Platox will make a cape by weaving together reeds and its color-changing fur. It can hide under this cape and change its color to look like a pile of leaves, allowing it to sneak about undetected.

Platox evolves to Spylatypus, the Stealthy Pokemon, water/poison-type. As soon as it evolves, Spylatypus expands its cape into a full cloak made of leaves and its color changing hair. Its control at color changinc allows the cloak to function as an invisibility cloak, though when not used for stealth, Spylatypus indicates its mood by changing the cloak's color. It fights with the venomous spears that shoot out of its wrists and spikes growing from its tail in a dance-like movement. Spylatypus will only remove its cloak in front of someone it truly trusts.

This line is based on the iconic platypus. Male platypuses have venomous spurs on their hind legs that inspires the spears of this line. Their retractable, wrist-based spurs, stealthy behavior, and Spylatypus's cloak come from depictions of assassins, thieves, and spies from media like Assassin's Creed. The tails are shaped like Maori weapons called patus, which were wooden paddles. Their names come from "platypus", "hid", "toxic", and "spy".

This is the line that changes the most from the original design. The original design kept the wrist blades and patu-based tails, but wasn't stealthy. Instead, I made them dancers based on the Haka, ceremonial Maori dances. I changed this because the dances clashed with the assassin vibes and because I think I can use the Haka better on a different Pokemon with a different typing. Poison is often associated with villains, which isn't very fitting for the Haka, but does fit a stealthy character. I'm still not entirely sold on this line, especially Spylatypus, but it's better than it was. I'm also not sold on the names.

In addition to the regional starters, I also made regional forms for the Johto starters. While I like what I came up with for Cyndaquil and Totodile, my Chikorita line needed a do-over. Chikorita evolves to Goordan Bayleef, the Metal Leaf Pokemon, grass/steel type. Bayleef was first brought to Goorda by foreign settlers and they inhabited metal-rich soil. This caused metal to build up in their leaves, giving them sharp edges that can be used as blades.

Goordan Bayleef evolves to Kniflax, the Blade Leaf Pokemon, grass/steel-type. The metal-rich soils they live in caused them to develop shields and swords on their bodies made of metal and covered in pink petals. The leaf on Goordan Bayleef's head has developed into a sword on strong and highly-flexible stem. Kniflax are chivalrous Pokemon that protect their friends from peril and train in fencing with each other.

I originally had these variants be grass/fire type based on eucalyptus, but I decided to change it to give them a knightly feel instead. The European vibes of Kniflax references it it being an introduced species and European colonization. I decided that since my regional Cyndaquil and Totodile lines were based on Australian species (echidnas and saltwater crocodiles, respectively), I should have the Chikorita line be based on introduced species. Goordan Bayleef's more fern-like leaves are based on the Australain sword fern Nephrolepis obliterata. Kniflax's name comes from "knight", "knife", and "flax", specifically New Zealand flax, which has leaves comparable to swords.

Previous fakemon posts: New Zealand legendaries, New Zealand misc, new evolutions, misc 4, misc 3, single stages, non-natives, regional standards, creepy lines, regional variants, birds, early game standards, misc 2, misc 1, Johto starter variants, starters.

[knuppitalism-with-ue]

Atlantis Phase III is here. Over the next few weekends we will put together the ecosystems of this island during the late Pleistocene, based on community submissions.

On Atlantis limestone caves and lave tubes are equally inhabited by a wide variety of creatures. Some of them permanently inhabiting the dark.

[crowsnhoes]

You said Jay would be a deer. Now I’m imagining Hyena Havik doing a protecc for Deer Jay. ☺️

Yeen Havik would absolutely do a protecc despite knowing Jay could easily gore a person, given they're frightened enough.

We're gonna get a sprinkle of lore here >:3

The beast stands in front of the shaking creature behind him, his teeth permanently bared in an aggressive snarl. He growls at the bloodied assailant before him, his maw dripping with drool that has been tinged with the metallic tang of blood, his hackles raised, and his eyes never leaving his target.

The deer, however, is frozen in place, unable to do anything but tremble, but the hyena knows better than this. He is aware of how dangerous the animal can be when threatened. He simply hates to see them that way. The memory of when he had first met them claws it's way into his brain, painful, yet endearing.

Havik's feet hit the ground in thumping steps as he chases after the stranger that had attacked him. All he had wanted to do was figure out where they're from, who they are, study them, but now he has an arrow lodged in his shoulder. The dull throb doesn't phase him, and neither did the sharp stab as it entered his body, but it annoyed him to all hell. Now, here he is, chasing down this strange person that's seemingly nowhere to he found. All he has to go off of is a small blood trail left by them, but even that is scarce.

The trail leads him into a clearing, then it stops abruptly. Had they stopped bleeding and kept running? No. They're here somewhere. He knows they're here, but where? That's when he hears the slightest rustle of leaves above him, so he turns his gaze up to the trees. It takes him a moment, but he spots them hiding among the leaves and branches of a tall tree, arrow drawn and pointed straight at him.

"Clever thing," he rasps.

The words barely leave his mouth before an arrow sinks into his left eye, and for once, he shouts with pain. The searing sensation in his head is dizzying, and he almost drops to his knees, but the sound of boots hitting the ground and a loud yelp brings him out of the daze.

Havik rips the arrow from his eye socket with a sickening squelch, throwing it to the ground, and regenerating his eye with ease. Though his head pounds and his vision is blurry, he can make out the stranger's form attempting to limp away, but he's quicker. In a flash, he's on them, grabbing them by the back of their cloak like one would an animal by the scruff of its neck. They kick and scratch as Havik manhandles them to the ground, successfully subduing them. They squirm and fight for a moment, but once they settle down, Havik loosens his grip; a mistake. Teeth sink into his forearm and a blade follows shortly after, making contact with his throat, slashing it quickly, and the blood comes pouring out. He grunts and lets go of the person below him to hold his hand to his throat, more surprised than anything.

He heals the wounds quickly, only leaving faint scars to be remembered. When he takes his hand away from his throat and turns his gaze to the frightened stranger just feet in front of him, he can't help but admire their tenacity and how pretty they look splashed with the crimson hue of blood. Their expression is frenzied, eyes wide and lips parted as they pant and brandish their blade, still ready to put up a fight despite their injuries, so he puts up his hands in surrender and kneels to make himself appear smaller, hoping the gesture would send the appropriate message. The scarred man speaks, his voice rough and winded, asking only one question:

"What are you called, stranger?"

The hyena is brought back to the present by the sound of the assailant's body falling to the ground with a heavy thud, bloodied, beaten, and torn to pieces by the beast's teeth and claws. He drops huffs and drops his gaurd, turning to the deer behind him to tend to their wounds. They settle onto the ground, resting their head on the grass, grunting softly as the hyena laves his tongue gently over the gash along the deer's side. He hates to see his companion in pain, but tending to their wounds feels special. It's makes him feel wanted and needed, and it makes the deer feel cared for.

When the hyena has licked enough at the deer's wound, he shifts to lie down beside them, nuzzling into their jaw and whining as if to ask if they're okay, to which the deer responds, turning their head to give the scarred beast a soft lick to the muzzle, thanking him for all he's done.

Raahh I don't write much so I hope this is good. Thank you for the ask, cause I've been meaning to do a little bit of a lore drop <3

[terralavee]

Whenever Lavee re-enters her nurse phase.

[sionisjaune]

i have a confession. these lines in your 2nd dirty valentine series: ‘Nico bumps Lewis lightly with his hip to move him out of the way of the sink so he can rinse a pan. It could be the wine, but Lewis notices the blonde hair on his forearms and the way he isn’t looking at Lewis at all. It’s definitely the wine, because Lewis finds himself aching for Nico all over him like when they were fifteen, tussling in Nico’s hotel sheets.’ > somehow was so vivid in my mind that weeks after reading them i always find myself looking for nico’s blonde arm hairs in every photos 😭😭

Anon I'm currently curled up on my sofa smiling at my laptop because this is one of my favourite parts of my my favourite fic I've written so far. The thing about blonde arm hair is that it often goes ignored... the same goes for any of the thin, barely perceptible body hairs, like the short fuzz that covers all of our skin. So I was thinking about what being in love with Nico means for Lewis, and what it feels like to be in love with someone that you've fallen out with so many times--and I think it means intimately recognizing the most ordinary, innate parts of the person you love... like characterizing the blonde hairs on Nico's arm. No part of Nico goes unnoticed by Lewis.

Another part that I liked from this sequence was:

This recent thing with Nico is several months old, and he and Nico in general are well past the honeymoon phase, but Lewis feels like a newlywed, kissing Nico’s collarbones in the kitchen. He laves his tongue over Nico’s neck, and Nico makes a small, shocked sound even though he does this to Lewis all the time. They should do something stupid, like waltz in the living room, Lewis thinks.

Not to repeat myself here, but I was trying to write what it feels like to be in the "honeymoon phase" of a relationship that has already gone through a number of unsuccessful cycles. It's like, Lewis really feels like it's going to work this time and he really wants it to--he's so in love--but at the same time he's been through this before. So he's experiencing a kind of giddy anxiety. He's completely overwhelmed by his love for Nico, and it's both shocking and familiar to him. And at the same time that he knows he should be sobered by how he and Nico have turned out in the past, he also doesn't want to temper the feeling of being in love again, because it feels so good.

[ditte-i-brisbane]

Open mic aften, matematik og weekendturer

Denne uge blev startet godt med en mandag aften open mic. Til open mic så vi Piper, fra mit hus, og vores to venner Hamish og Juan synge. Det var en virkelig hyggelig aften, og det var rigtig fedt at se dem på scenen.

Fra tirsdag til fredag stod det på intens skolearbejde. Jeg havde min anden matematik aflevering fredag, hvilken viste sig at være end del hårdere end den første. Der blev altså brugt mange timer på partiel fractions, Laplace transforms og phase portraits. Det var dog ikke kun matematik tiden blev brugt på. Vores første kemiprojekt er ved at nærme sig deadline, så ugen blev brugt på at lave det sidste design for vores methanol produktion. Nu er designet lavet, så denne uge skal der bruges en masse krudt på at skrive rapporten, som skal afleveres mandag d 18/9. Derudover startede jeg også mit statistik kursus denne uge. Det tyder meget godt indtil videre og virker ikke alt for svært. Kurset giver mig også mulighed for at programmere lidt mere i python, hvilket jeg har savnet.

Udover skole har jeg dog også haft tid til en del løb i denne uge, hvilket har været virkelig fedt! Jeg får ligeså langsomt løbet længere turer, og får flere og flere kilometer i benene. Det føles bare helt vildt godt!

Weekenden blev som vanligt brugt på turer i Queenslands fantastiske natur.

Lørdag vågnede jeg kl 4:30 (meeeget tidligt) for at tage på en lang vandretur i Springbrook nationalpark. Vandreturen hed Springbrook Stairs Hike, og den var godt 28 km lang med 1,4 km højdemeter. Og som navnet tyder, var der en del trapper på turen. Dette var den første vandretur i mine nye vandresko, og jeg vil sige de klarede turen overraskende godt. Vandreturen bød os også på hele tre slanger, hvoraf en af dem var den yderst giftige red-bellied black snake. Den lå ved siden af stigen og solede sig da vi skulle forbi. Lidt skræmmende, men den sneg sig væk da vi kom tættere på. Da jeg kom hjem kl 19, spiste jeg aftensmad også kig jeg ellers bare i seng. Jeg skulle nemlig vågne kl 6 næste dag, da jeg skulle på bouldering tur.

Søndag kl 7 om morgenen kørte jeg med UQMC til Cedar Creek på bouldering tur. Dette var en super fed dag, selvom jeg var lidt træt efter den lange vandretur dagen før. Endnu engang måtte jeg klatre barfodet, da de havde glemt låne sko, men det gik. Jeg fik klatret, solet mig og hygget mig med min nye ven Ingvild fra Bergen. Hun er virkelig sød, og vi har nu mødtes til en del Mountain club arrangementer.

Heldigvis kom jeg lidt tidligere hjem søndag, og havde derfor tid til at se Ringenes Herre med mine roomies. Dejlig måde at afslutte ugen på, også selvom det ikke var extended edition (Jeg skal lige have talt med Jonas om, hvorfor han har givet mig et harddrive med film på, også er det ikke extended edition af Fellowship of the Ring? Det er lidt useriøst).

[a-geneve]

Pour bien choisir votre première voiture en location, suivez ce plan en 8 étapes, où chaque phase est reformulée pour vous guider pas à pas vers la meilleure décision.

1. Clarifiez votre contexte d’utilisation

Avant même de regarder les offres, répondez précisément à ces questions :

Pourquoi ? Déplacements professionnels, week-ends en famille, road-trip ou simple mobilité urbaine.

Où ? Centre-ville étroit, autoroutes fréquentes, routes de campagne, zones montagneuses.

Combien de temps ? Quelques heures, un week-end, plusieurs semaines, voire mois.

Avec qui ? Seul(e), en couple, en famille, en groupe (besoin de 7 places ?).

Astuce : notez vos réponses pour rester cohérent lors de la comparaison des offres.

2. Déterminez la catégorie de véhicule idéale

En fonction de votre usage :

Citadine : parfaite en milieu urbain, consommation réduite, stationnement facile.

Berline / Break : confort sur longues distances, coffre spacieux.

SUV / Crossover : polyvalent, bonne posture de conduite, mais plus gourmand.

Monospace : modulable, jusqu’à 7 places, idéal pour les familles nombreuses.

Spécial (4×4, van) : pour la montagne, le tout-terrain ou transporter du mobilier.

Exemple : pour un voyage à deux avec valises, privilégiez une berline compacte plutôt qu’une citadine.

3. Sélectionnez vos canaux de réservation

Comparateurs en ligne (Rentalcars, Discover Cars, Kayak)

Filtrez par lieu, dates, âge du conducteur et kilométrage inclus.

Sites des loueurs (Europcar, Hertz, Enterprise)

Souvent promos exclusives, programmes de fidélité plus avantageux.

Applications mobiles

Réservation instantanée, gestion de la location en direct, check-in digital.

Conseil : combinez comparateur + site direct pour dénicher un tarif imbattable, puis validez en direct chez le loueur.

4. Analysez le détail des tarifs et des options

Ne vous arrêtez pas au prix journalier :

Kilométrage inclus vs tarif au km supplémentaire (0,05 – 0,20 €/km).

Frais jeune conducteur (< 25 ans) ou conducteur additionnel (+ 5 – 15 €/jour).

Dépôt de garantie (300 – 1 000 € bloqués) et cartes acceptées (Visa/MasterCard).

Assurance de base (CDW, TP, RC) et franchise : plus elle est faible, plus l’option est chère.

Options à cocher en ligne (super CDW, protection vitres, GPS, siège bébé) souvent 20–40 % moins coûteuses qu’au comptoir.

Vérifiez toujours que le contrat mentionne clairement chaque poste de dépense avant paiement.

5. Comparez les assurances et l’assistance

Couverture standard : Collision Damage Waiver (CDW), Theft Protection (TP), responsabilité civile (RC).

Extensions utiles :

Super CDW / Zero Franchise : franchise réduite ou supprimée.

Protection pneus & vitres : essentiel si vous circulez sur routes secondaires.

Assistance 0 km : remorquage sans frais supplémentaires.

Tip : calculez le coût total de la location en incluant systématiquement la franchise affichée.

6. Préparez l’état des lieux et la prise en main

Avant départ

Faites le tour du véhicule avec un appareil photo ou votre smartphone.

Repérez rayures, bosses et notez-les sur le contrat.

Vérifiez les niveaux (huile, liquide de refroidissement, lave-glace).

À la prise en main

Testez les feux, clignotants, essuie-glaces, klaxon, ceinture de sécurité.

Familiarisez-vous avec les commandes GPS, bluetooth, rangement passager.

Truc : profitez de l’agent pour poser toutes vos questions sur le véhicule.

7. Anticipez la restitution

Horaires et lieu : notez les plages « after hours » pour éviter les frais supplémentaires.

Carburant : préférez la formule plein/plein pour ne pas payer le litre à prix fort.

Nettoyage : gardez l’intérieur propre (frais de nettoyage en cas de forte saleté).

Retard : informez l’agence en cas d’imprévu ; chaque heure peut coûter 10–20 €.

Penser : laissez un petit espace de marge de 30 minutes sur l’horaire prévu.

8. Optimisez votre première expérience

Réservations anticipées : tarifs plus bas et meilleur choix de modèles.

Programmes de fidélité : points cumulables, surclassements gratuits, réductions.

Codes promo : banques, assurances, partenaires tourisme.

Abonnements : certains loueurs proposent des formules “membre” à tarif fixe mensuel.

Bonus : inscrivez-vous à la newsletter des loueurs pour recevoir les offres flash.

En résumé

Posez votre contexte (usage, durée, passagers).

Choisissez la bonne catégorie (citadine, berline, SUV, etc.).

Comparez plateformes et sites directs pour dégager le meilleur tarif.

Détaillez chaque frais (kilomètres, dépôt, assurances).

Inspectez le véhicule avant départ.

Respectez les conditions de restitution pour éviter les suppléments.

Exploitez les programmes (fidelité, promo, abonnement).

Ainsi, vous transformez votre première location en une expérience maîtrisée, économique et sans stress !

[snuggles-and-struggles]

Loveuary, Day 13 - Forever

Spicyhoney, slight angst, hurt/some comfort, vampire x hunter, established relationship

Word count: 990

The full moon overhead cast its silvery light over the forest. Rare, to have nights so clear alongside this moon phase, and while he hadn't gone out to admire the scenery, it did help calm him.

Of course, it couldn't last.

"what're you doing up here?" Stretch's voice carried over the low breeze, the sound of his approach cautious on the slanted roof.

Edge had heard him coming well before he'd appeared, but he hadn't the wherewithal to leave before then.

"Oh just...analyzing the clouds," he offered as his lover finally made his way close enough to sit beside him. "It's going to rain soon. See?"

Gesturing to the clouds blurring the horizon line into far off mountains, Stretch leaned closer as if to use his hand as the sight of a gun.

"yeah," he grunted as he sat back, "i can feel it in every one of my joints."

The rough quality of his voice, the faintest tell of pain, made that uncomfortable pressure well in his ribcage again.

"there. what was that?"

Stretch's attention had settled on him, and Edge could only meet his gaze with confusion.

"What was what?"

His lover's eyes always betrayed something deeper than the humor he tried so hard to mask it with. Worry bled through, even his brow bones furrowing slightly.

"you made a face."

Ah. He shrugged, "you sound ridiculous. 'I can feel it in my joints'," he exaggeratedly mimicked, hunching forward.

"it's true," he laughed.

"That you can feel rain in your bones before it falls?"

"yeah? wait, you didn't..." confusion settled over his amusement, expression unexpectedly sober as he asked, "are you a pure blood?"

"I..." The question took him aback. A pure-blood. Truthfully, he couldn't remember ever having been mortal. But he couldn't remember having been a child, either. "...don't remember."

"It's been a long time."

A hummed acknowledgement was all he got before they lapsed into silence. A silence that lasted until Edge insisted they return back inside, worried about Stretch staying out in the brisk late fall air when he'd already admitted to being sore.

Beyond his own distraction, he could tell something had ensnared his lover's thoughts as well. Unfortunately he was of no mind to ask, and as daybreak narrowed in on them, they found themselves falling into habit.

As his teeth pierced Stretch's bone, he wondered if it'd been a trick of the mind they seemed more brittle than usual. His magic, however, tasted as sweet as the first time, and once he'd taken all he would dare, he laved the wound in a sealing kiss, then another, and another. Kissing a path from his vertebrae to his jaw, to his mouth, then back again on the other side.

A hand on the back of his skull stopped him at the clavicle and he relented, placing one more kiss to his neck before leaning back.

"you alright?"

Still a little breathless, but that hint of concern from before had tripled; more easily revealed through exhaustion as Stretch gazed at him from tired, half lidded sockets.

"What are you talking about?" He settled back against the bed pillows, bringing his own hand up to trace Stretch's mandible.

"been off all night."

His eyes slid shut at the touch, his own hand falling loose, but Edge knew better than to hope he'd fall asleep without an answer.

"Just tired."

When those sockets flickered back open into a poor attempt at a scowl, he looked away.

"hey," Stretch's hand moved to his chin, "edge. c'mon."

With a sigh he conceded, returning his own more wakeful glare to the other.

"i'm gettin kinda tired of this song 'n dance. talk to me, starlight."

One to talk, given Stretch could've bested even him when it came to communication aversion.

For a long moment, he couldn't think of anything to say. Anger swelled and he knew it wouldn't be fair to take it out on him. But who else could be blamed? Stretch and Stretch alone bore the brunt of his frustration. He couldn't control that he'd been born a monster, but why couldn't he have ended this when he'd had the chance?

He wouldn't be the one to pay the price for his kindness.

"I hate that you fell in love with me," nothing but a strained whisper between them. "It was very cruel of you."

He knew if he could cry, he would be, and by the shock on his features Stretch could tell.

"edge..."

"Don't. Just...go to sleep."

Defiantly he closed his eyes, withdrawing his hand to slide beneath the pillows and tucking his head down. And much to his surprise, Stretch made no further attempt to pry.

Instead, he shuffled closer, pulling Edge against him so his head tucked under Stretch's chin, and his free hand settled along his spine, drawing invisible lines across his scars.

He couldn't help the way his breath hitched. Perhaps it confirmed he had, at one time, been mortal as well. Maybe he couldn't cry but his body still seemed willing to try. It must remember a time he could've, right? Pure-bloods wouldn't even know how to.

Stretch pressed closer, holding him as useless sobs he couldn't stop wracked him. It hurt even worse like this, his long since deadened soul aching, but he couldn't bring himself to withdraw.

They held each other almost bruisingly, and eventually, as the sky beyond the windows lightened, he could feel his consciousness ebbing.

Stretch had stayed awake, eventually soothing him again once his own grip had weakened. Hopefully, when he woke, they could simply pretend none of this had happened. Unlikely, but by now Stretch had surely realized there really wasn't anything to talk about.

Edge would never ask and Stretch would never say yes, and he preferred it that way. He couldn't ever truly begrudge Stretch, not for loving him. Not for giving him his own forever, however short it may be.

[zehub]

En images, spectaculaire activité de l’Etna avec des fontaines de lave gigantesques qui transforment son sommet

L’activité explosive au sommet du géant sicilien a de nouveau augmenté dans la nuit du 3 au 4 août, pour une phase paroxysmale spectaculaire au lever du soleil ! Fontaines de lave, coulée

[christophe76460]

la souffrance est utile ! car il y a des maladie qui se préparent sans douleur

L’une des maladies des plus mortelles est le cancer, pourquoi ? Parce que le cancer pendant la première phase de son développement est indolore. Il n’y a pas ce signal d’alarme qu’est la douleur, et malheureusement, cette absence de souffrance entraîne un manque de vigilance dangereux. Certaines personnes sont totalement insensibles à la douleur, suite à des lésions cérébrales ou à des facteurs génétiques. Cette absence de douleur, au lieu d’être une chance, est un problème majeur. Sans la souffrance, il n’y a plus de signaux d’alarme, et le risque de passer à côté d’une grave maladie est encouru.

Certaines souffrances peuvent avoir cette utilité de nous faire prendre conscience d’un mal profond enfoui au plus profond de notre être : le péché. Alors nous sommes en mesure d’appliquer le traitement qui s’impose : Le sang de Jésus qui nous lave et nous purifie de tout péché (1 Jean 1.7).avant toi j'ai souffert mon jésus c'est ainsi que tu m'as amenée vers toi ,cette douleur au fond de moi , cette solitude , c'était mon manque de toi ❤ mais le seigneur peut également guérir le cancer ...mon mari est atteint d'un cancer ...nous marchons main dans la main avec confiance.....

[symphonicdemise]

"I've always been a smooth talker Overlord, you know that." A slight grin stretched at the corners of his mouth. "I assure you, any attraction I may have towards you is purely physical."

A slight gasp left his lips moments later as Overlord's glossa flicked against his node. "haah~... the color.. choice was not mine to make." He huffed, helm falling back as his glossa continued laving over his node. He rarely had used his valve in amourous encounters, not that he was still sealed, but he prefered his spike. He raised his helm again, optics narrowed at him.

"I could do without your colorful comentARY! Ah~" He gasped when that thumb invaded his valve, pushing his calipers apart. He huffed and tried to keep his wits about him, cooling fans clicked to compensate for the heat that started to pool in his systems. His arm came up, covering his optics to sheild the embarrassment on his face. They'd barely even started and he was already running hot. Of course Overlord would comment on it, further degrading him.

Certainly not helping his predicament. He hadn't really expected Overlord to go at a slow pace, he wasn't exactly known for letting anyone have any reprieve from his sort of 'fun'. Perhaps that's why he'd agreed so willingly. Overlord would be able to give him what his previous berth partners couldn't.

A sort of catharsis from the usual 'basic' romps he'd partake in. His jaw went slack, a soft gasp leaving marred lips when the Phase Sixer's glossa invaded. The soft zaps of pleasure he felt as it laved over internal node clusters gave the sharp pain of his waist being squeezed a dizzying contrast. He let out a sharp hiss, helm snapping up and glaring at the servos denting his abdominal plating.

"Aft! Are you trying to dig your digits into my internals?" He growled, though his lips snapped closed, he may have just accidentally given Overlord an idea. "and no, that was not an invitation to do so."

" You always know just what to say Tarn." Overlord chuckles at Tarns dislike of his voice " But do you really dislike my voice Tarn? Or are you just saying that so you don't have to admit your attraction to me?" he prods further keeping a firm grip on them. He found it amusing how hard tarn tried to keep up his little act of being annoyed and irritated with Overlord when his field so clearly enjoys his touch.

" So obedient~" the blue mech purred when Tarn so willingly exposed his valve " Pink? How cute." he teases further, but he wasn't complaining and it would be a lie if he didn't admit that the sight was arousing. His glossa flicked forward to press against the DJD leaders node clearly savoring the taste of the other as his glossa teased around the node.

" Already wet? I've barely done anything." to see Tarn in such a position...vulnerable and needy for him....well let's just say the mech wouldn't be living it down anytime soon " Oh right you don't want me to talk, do you?" his servo slowly moved to press his thumb against Tarns valve, rubbing between the lips.

" Do you want me to go slow?" he asks, the smirk still plastered on his face, it was a trick question he had no intentions on going slow regardless and that was clearly evident as his thumb pressed into Tarns valve with little to no warning...he best get used to it, Overlord was going to do a lot without his approval " Hmm...no..." he muttered pulling his digit out.

Overlords servos moved to firmly grip Tarns waist, pulling the mech further up so he could press his lips against...well...against tarns 'lips'. His glossa slipping into their valve and flicking around, pressing against any sensitive clusters he could reach while his glossa curved, this was quite gentle for Overlord but it wouldn't last long...Tarn better enjoy it while he can.

Their servos squeezed around Tarns waist causing the plating to dent ever so slightly.

[materialsscienceandengineering]

The Chromium-Zirconium Binary System (and Laves Phases)

Phase poll #3 concluded yesterday, examining the binary Cr-Zr phase diagram. The final vote was decently evenly split, with 57% voting for chromium and 43% for zirconium. With the four temperatures mentioned in replies or tags averaged, that puts us in the marked spot above on the phase diagram, in a composition that is partially the C15 Laves phase and partially liquid. Instead of focusing on the Cr-Zr system, which doesn’t see a lot of use on its own, this post is going to be a little different and discuss Laves phases in general, before focusing on that specific composition.

Laves phases are the specific crystal structures formed by certain intermetallic compounds of the type AB2. They were named for Fritz Laves, German mineralogist who published his findings about these structures in the 1930s, and there are general Laves forms: the cubic MgCu2 and the hexagonal MgZn2 and MgNi2 structure types. (Grouping these phases under the name Laves phases was suggested at the end of the 1930s, by another German scientist Gustav E.R. Schulze. Geometry and crystal structure are the only similarities between different Laves phases; there were over 1400 known phases (mostly of the first two varieties), in the late 1990s and many more have been discovered since.

All Laves phases are tetrahedrally close-packed structures and are considered homeotect structures. As intermetallics, Laves phases are typical brittle but strong, and can be considered beneficial or detrimental depending on the application. They can serve as precipitation strengtheners in alloys, and can have high melting temperatures and maintain their strength at high temperatures. The designations C14, C15, and C36, the most common and simple Laves structures, come from early crystallography, in which crystal structures were grouped according to type and then numbered in roughly historical order of discovery or analysis.

C15 in the Cr-Zr system is known as α-CrZr2 and is polymorphic with the C14 and C36 structures that exist at higher temperatures. Applications of pure binary Cr-Zr alloys or intermetallics are rare, but one example is in chromium clad zirconium rods, in which the Cr serves as protection against corrosion, and diffuses into the Zr alloy substrate. More commonly, the two elements are also alloyed with copper to form ternary systems.

Sources/Further Reading: ( Cr-Zr thermodynamics ) ( Cr clad Zr - image 4 ) ( Laves phases - image 3 ) ( Laves phases ) ( Crystal structure types )

Image sources:  ( image 1 ) ( image 2 )

More phase diagrams:  ( mole fraction and mass fraction ) ( weight percent and atomic percent )

[introloves]

commission for: @kattsamu, @chaotickatts thank you SO MUCH for being so patient with me my love, it means the world.

this is a commission, body type described, skin color also mentioned.

hard dom! sakusa + daddy! sakusa + impact play + praise + pet names + impact play + oral fixation + creampie + f! reader

— word count; 2.2k

he loves you. sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you when he reaches out to you past the first couple of dates, swallowing down the shake of anxiety with the thought of you possibly saying no, but you never do.

he knows he loves you when he finds comfort in the way he wraps thick arms around the warmth of your body, even on days where the distaste for any contact weighs heavy- he finds his way to you, wanting to bury a masked face to your neck right after practice, knowing you’re there with open arms. 

even past the fabled honeymoon phase- sakusa kiyoomi is still irrevocably in love with you.

now the both of you have settled into a pleasant rhythm. 

off days don’t come often, but they’re usually spent in your arms- that's what they are normally like anyways, but there’s something different to him this time around. 

he’s found something interesting.

he’s not normally a curious person, but seeing your screen propped up to a certain website certainly piqued any and all curiosity he harbored. twitter was normal, he knew you used it to post art, that wasn't what was so interesting. 

it was what was playing that had sakusa kiyoomi stop in his tracks. 

hearing you preoccupied with something else let him snoop for a second, his own face lighting up at the video playing- eyebrows shooting up with the content of the video, cock already twitching with the thought of doing all of those things to you.

he’s seen enough, quickly straightening up and making his way to you, plan already cooking up in his head, because if there’s one thing sakusa isn't, it's ill prepared. 

and now, he’s lulled you into a false sense of security, eager palms running down every curve, digging into the plushness, blunt nails curling into the warmth.

he eats up every shiver, every keen- he truly wonders how he’s never seen it before, wondering why he didn't read into the shy glances of eagerness when he digs his fingers in harder-

why he didn't connect the way your cunt clenches with vigor with each reminder to keep your eyes on him in the moments you get too lost in the pleasure. 

he thinks he’s the biggest fool for not being so adventurous, knowing deep down that the role you want from him is one he could step into easily. 

so he does, leaning down, lips barely pressing against the heat of your neck, tongue outstretched to lave a lick up the pale skin there. 

cock throbbing, heavy in his sweats while he curls his body down to meet your own- a whispered statement leaves him before straightening up- lips curling up in a knowing fashion at the absolutely flustered expression painting your already pink face. 

“w-what?” you question, trying hard not to squirm even more underneath him. 

he thinks it's really cute, watching your eyes regard him with worry. curls following gravity when he bends down once more, tickling your forehead, sloppy kiss pecked to your lips- huffing out a chuckle before coming away once more. 

“i know, sweet girl.” 

there’s a moment of crawling anxiety when you think back, trying to decode if there’s anything you’ve been hiding from him, because surely he’s not talking about the needs, fantasies, wants you have. 

you’ve kept them tempered down for now, knowing that it’s still too early to spring things on like this- but with the way he’s regarding you, dark eyes pinning you back onto the bed with intensity, you’re not too sure. 

“k-kiyoomi, i don't know what you’re talking about.” you whisper, hands coming down to push against his chest, wanting to run away with the thought, but all he does is catch your wrists- pulling up your hands to lay pretty above your head, fingers on one hand easily capturing both, the other resting right between both tits- slowly crawling up and up. 

“mm, i saw- you left a porn video up... and i saw.” he nearly purrs, cooing at the way you finally squirm, head tilting up against the bed when his hips come down to rub onto the heat of your cunt- grunting at the way your legs kick around him. 

“‘omi-” 

you want to shy away, but he doesn't let you- clearly enjoying the reaction you’re giving him. 

sakusa tsks at the nickname, the slow crawling hand finally reaching your neck, pinching any words or thoughts before he even puts any pressure to the sides of your neck. 

“daddy-” he interrupts, eyes wide with eagerness at the cry you give him, letting you wiggle underneath him before grunting out your name. “i’m your daddy pretty girl, always have been- ‘ts a shame i had to learn what you wanted from a twitter video first.” kiyoomi grunts, giving the hands wrapped up in his a push into the bed, stern reminder to keep your hands there. 

“getting that sweet pussy wet from a nasty little video, when i’m right here-” his eagerness feels like it's teetering over; wanting so badly to have you, wanting to prove to you that he can give you what you want. he brings his hands to the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tugging it down- throwing it carelessly to the side, reaching for the band of his own underwear and getting rid of them too- just a glance at his cock you can see how hard he is, the thought of indulging you in what you crave is nearly too much for him. 

his cock is a pretty pink, deeper at the head. glistening in the light available to you both, thick veins crawling up his length- he only looks at you with lidded eyes, lips parted slightly to pant while he strokes himself. 

your silence has his lips curl up in a kind smile, hand reaching down to bite the pads of his index and thumb on either side of your face, making you look at his dark colored eyes instead of his cock. 

even with the way he's gone stern, there’s still the edges of him rounded out for you- still finding his heart beat in excitement at seeing your cunt, wet and clenching for him. 

he thinks it might be too much to prolong this any longer, so in a swift move- his thighs knock against your own warm and thick ones, slotting his lean and muscled body between the cushion. 

bending his body down to meet your lips, tongue swiping along the pout of your lower lip, sucking noisily while he guides himself to meet you. 

it’s always an effort to take him, but with the newfound eagerness you’ve unknowingly brought sakusa, he wastes no time in sinking his cock down to the hilt in one smooth thrust. 

lips still messily slotted against your own, he swallows up that cute little moan you give him, hands tingling with the effort to keep them off of him, and of course he notices it. 

heavy breathing only heard while the two of you get accustomed to his length, he pulls away just enough to hungrily grunt- hiss that you can go ahead and touch him, voice near warbled with the way it feels to finally be plunged into your cunt. 

“be real sweet about it-” he grunts, stopping any movement of your hands to his body, letting you nod and gaze up at him with pure want at the instruction. 

“mm, ‘ts my good girl.” sakusa grunts, hips stuttering against you when the warmth of your palms meet his neck, fingertips curling up into the already damp curls atop his head. 

the soft whines you give him, your hips already starting to wiggle against him have his eyes shut momentarily. 

he can’t help it- everything about you is just so intoxicating to him, every squeeze your cunt gives him brings a soft grunt, deciding that you're a sweet girl, you can take the first, hard slap of his hips down onto your own. 

and you do, fingers holding onto either side of his head pressing down with it. wasting no time, wanting to hear the sharp slap of skin against skin- he brings his cock back into you, balls squished down onto your ass with the force of it, body crumbling down towards your own. 

glazed eyes meet your own, keening with the way you react at every hard, body trembling thrust, thinking to himself that it’s a shame you’ve kept quiet about wanting to be fucked like this, thick, muscled forearms resting onto the bed by your head, whispering soft coo’s of, ‘it’s okay-’ ‘you’re taking me so well.’ 

you need the reassurance, unable to keep your body still under him, squirming with every jiggle of your tits and stomach and ass- all from the force he’s fucking you with. 

it’s nearly too much and you try to keep still, you do, but he’s never brought his strength down onto you, crushing the air right from between your lungs thanks to it. 

sakusa can only look down, trying to bite back the gentle reminder to keep still, knowing it won't get to you with how hard he’s sinking his cock back into your leaking and pulsing cunt, so he resorts to a way he now knows that will get your attention. 

he pulls away near completely, watching you gasp, trying to reach up and take him back- but he keeps his course, hand coming down to reach your thick thigh, tugging it up and over- bicep curling as he does, keeping his cock inside you while he turns you over, immediately reaching down to hook hands into your hips, helping you perch your knees into the mattress. 

“poor baby-” sakusa grunts, bringing his cock back into you even harder this time, hardness of muscle digging into the fat of your ass- hand reaching back, tips of his fingers coming down onto the already jiggling skin, nearly laughing at your reaction- 

he sees your body tense, feels a gush of arousal leak down his balls at it, watching your ass turn red from the impact before bringing another harder slap. 

“already fucked dumb- arent you?” 

he coos, and of course you can't answer, tongue heavy with lust, eyes crossed as your cheek squishes onto the bed- but that doesn't stop him from hissing out an,

“answer me, brat.” 

the call forcing you to turn your head, legs helplessly twitching, already on the precipice of a blinding orgasm, all thanks to his unending pounding of your pussy. 

“y-yes! daddy-” you sob, hands twisting helplessly into the bedding, whole body once more seizing, unable to breathe when you finally cum, all joined with another slap to your ass, no longer hearing the slap of his hips to your own while you do. 

sakusa stops for a second, just a second to really take in the sharp arch of your hips, the pretty, sharp scream tumbling from your lips while you squeeze his cock. 

it takes him squeezing his eyes shut for just a second, hands still digging into your sides while you shake to keep his own orgasm down, barking out a- “you should see your face.” through a tight clench of his teeth, lilting tone nearly laughing with your whine calling back as a response.

he cant help but look at the way your mouth drools onto the bed, reaching to slide two fingers into your mouth, pressing down onto your tongue, urging you to, “suck” with frenzied eyes when you do. you’re so good for him, of course you would.

he leaves heavy digits into your mouth while he lets your body twitch, groaning with every sweet suck you give him.

he waits patiently for his own turn, waiting until you stop squeezing, until the shake of your body comes down enough to resume his own pursuit to cum, wanting you to be fully aware while he shoots his cum inside you. 

hand landing heavy on the curve of your back to push, wanting you nice and pliant for him, and of course you can’t do anything to oppose him, too tired from a blinding orgasm, only able to coo and listen to the even wetter snap of hips down onto your own- 

eyes zoned onto the strings of your cum attaching his pistoning hips to your own, he knows he won't- can't last long. 

but it’s all okay, slowing himself down enough to whisper one more command-

“mind your manners, and say thank you.” 

sakusa grunts, smooth strokes coating his cock completely with your wetness, twitching with every squeeze. 

your eyes shut tight, still sensitive- letting him have his way with you, and just like he says, spurred on by the final, bone jolting thrust he gives you- he seals himself against your hips to let his thick cum paint every inch of you- you call back, words mixing in with his huffed grunts-

“t-thank you- thank you daddy.” you coo, waiting for him to give you everything, everything he has before letting himself join your twitching form. 

“mm, you’re welcome my sweet girl.” 

he whispers, spent- his own body weak, all with the way you make his heart thrum in his chest. 

sakusa kiyoomi knows he’s in love with you, when he swears he’d bring the stars, and moons, and sun down the sky- he knows he is when he’d do everything for you, finally wrapping strong arms around your form, tucking his face into the heat of your neck- lips finding the quickened pulse of yours and leaving loving kisses there, all while he makes sure you’re satisfied.

[card-spirit40]

"Hehe, it nearly burns a bit." She said as she is in that cage of the lave Golem "But i activate terror incarnate's active in the graveyard. when it leaves this field, my ultimate form decends. here comes Yubel - The Ulitimate Nightmare!" She said as she do that to summon her ultimate form while in standby phase

“So, you’re Malik Huh?” Yubel asked as she appeared behind him now

@chaosmarik