#Lustful Mischief Maker

[atangledesire]

"B-Beauty booty" Very timid Flask to Tangle ( @mobian-of-science )

" Eh, you think? Well we both know you gots the better butt! "

she grinned and blushed like a big dork!

" Cute little mousie bum! that fits perfectly in my lap! "

[blakeswritingimagines]

Earned It (Kinktober)

Word Count: 4.4k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Daemon Targaryen, the charismatic and dangerous Prince of Westeros, found himself intrigued by a mischievous young woman. With skin as dark as night, you possessed a beauty that took Daemon's breath away. However, you also had a reputation for being a brat, a trait that sparked a flame of challenge within Daemon's heart. Your eyes met Daemon's as you took your seat, the corners of your lips curving into a playful smile. You leaned back in your chair, your gaze fixing upon him with a mix of challenge and allure. "Well, well, if it isn't the fearsome Prince of Westeros," you purred, your voice dripping with a hint of sarcasm. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Daemon Targaryen couldn't help but chuckle at your words, his own eyes glinting with mischief. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the table as he studied you intently. "I believe you know exactly why I'm here," he replied smoothly, his voice low and commanding. "But let's not pretend this is just about business." His eyes roamed over your body appreciatively, taking in every curve and contour before locking back onto your eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on your lips as Daemon's gaze washed over you. You couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered over your figure, the smoldering desire within them sending a shiver down your spine. "Ah, so you admit this isn't just a friendly visit," you replied, your voice laced with a hint of challenge. "And what is it you're really here for, Prince Daemon?" Daemon's grin widened, revealing a flash of sharp teeth. He straightened up, towering over you with an air of confident dominance. "Let's just say I've heard rumors about a certain lady who's been causing quite the stir in King's Landing," he said, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Rumors of a fiery spirit, quick wit, and a penchant for pushing boundaries." His eyes locked onto yours, a silent challenge hanging between you both. "I aim to uncover the truth behind those whispers…and perhaps indulge in a little pleasure while I'm at it." Your heart raced at his words, the heat of desire stirring within you. You tilted your head, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Is that so?" you replied, your voice dripping with sultriness. "And what sort of pleasure might a dashing prince like yourself seek from me, a supposed 'trouble-maker' of King's Landing?" Daemon's eyes darkened with lust as he regarded you, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Oh, I think we both know exactly what kind of pleasure I crave, little one," he murmured, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted across your ear. "The kind that comes from defying convention, from exploring the depths of sin and desire." His hand reached out, fingers trailing lightly along your jawline before cupping your cheek. "Tell me…are you prepared to unleash the beast within and dance with danger?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as his words sent shivers down your spine, his touch igniting a fire within you. You met his gaze with a steady, unflinching stare, a wicked smile playing on your lips. "Oh, my prince," you breathed, your voice dripping with sultry promise, "I've always had a penchant for dancing with danger. But you should know, I'm no meek, willing participant. I fight back, and I fight dirty." A low growl rumbled in Daemon's throat at your words, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your face. "Then prepare yourself," he whispered fiercely, his voice a blend of warning and excitement. "Because when I take what I want, I don't hold back." He pulled you closer, his other hand finding its way to the small of your back, pressing you against his hard, muscular form. The heat emanating from his body was almost palpable, a tangible proof of his raw, untamed desires. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled you closer, the firmness of his body against yours making your head spin. You met his heated gaze with equal intensity, refusing to be overwhelmed. "And I don't give in easily," you shot back, your own voice a low, sultry whisper. "If you want me, you'll have to work for it, my prince. I'm not some easy conquest, eager to submit to your every whim." A dark chuckle escaped Daemon's lips at your defiance, only serving to stoke the flames of his arousal further. He tightened his hold on you, pulling you even closer, if possible. "Work for it, you say?" he echoed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Then consider this your first lesson, my dear." His hands began to explore your body, tracing the curves of your waist before slipping lower, toward the hem of your skirt.

Your breath hitched as his hands roamed over your body, igniting a fire within you. You swallowed hard, fighting to maintain your composure, but the heat of his touch made it difficult. "Lesson, huh?" you managed to reply, your voice quavering slightly. "And what exactly is this… lesson intended to teach me, my prince?" "Patience," Daemon replied his voice a low purr as his fingers teased the edge of your skirt. "And the art of surrendering control…to the right man, of course." He pressed his body even more firmly against yours, allowing you to fully appreciate the solid wall of muscle that awaited you beneath his clothing. "Now, shall we proceed with your…education?" A shiver ran down your spine at the feel of his firm body against yours, his words sending a thrill through you. You met his intense gaze, a mixture of defiance and desire in your own. "Educate away, my prince," you whispered, your voice a mere breath. "But remember, I have a mind of my own, and I won't allow myself to be controlled…easily." Daemon's eyes flashed with approval at your bold response, a smirk playing on his lips. "Excellent," he praised, his hands sliding higher, fingers grazing the sensitive skin of your thighs. "A spirited pupil indeed." He nipped at your earlobe, his hot breath sending tingles down your neck. "We'll see how long that stubborn will of yours lasts once I show you the true meaning of pleasure…" Your breath caught in your throat as his touch sent shivers down your spine. You pressed yourself against him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between you. "Oh, I assure you, my prince," you murmur, your voice thick with desire, "I can handle anything you can throw my way. I'm not some meek, frightened damsel. I'm a firebrand, and I intend to make you combust."

A deep, guttural laugh escaped Daemon's lips at your words, his grip on you tightening momentarily. "A firebrand, you say?" he repeated, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Then let us ignite each other, shall we?" Without another word, he pushed you gently backwards, guiding you towards the nearest available surface - a plush velvet couch that beckoned with promises of soft cushions and endless possibilities. Your heart skipped a beat as he backed you towards the couch, the plush velvet cushions beckoning with sinful promise. You offered no resistance, allowing him to guide you, your body burning with a heady mixture of anticipation and desire. As you settled against the plush fabric, you met his intense gaze, a coy smile playing on your lips. "And what now, my prince?" you inquired, your voice low and seductive. With a predatory gleam in his eye, Daemon leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Now, I claim what's mine," he whispered, his voice a dangerous blend of promise and threat. With swift movements, he lifted your skirt, exposing the smooth expanse of your thighs to his hungry gaze. His hand came down with a resounding slap against your flesh, the sound echoing around the room. Your breath hitched as he grabbed the hem of your skirt, a gasp escaping your lips as his hand came down against your skin. A mixture of surprise and ecstasy shot through you, your body responding eagerly to his possessive touch. "Claim me, then," you challenged, your voice a huskier than usual. "But I warn you, I won't go down easy. You're going to have to work for my surrender, my prince."

Daemon's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at your reaction, his hand coming down again, harder this time, the sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing out in the opulent chamber. "We'll see about that," he growled, his free hand grasping your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You may be a firebrand, but I am a dragon, and I always get what I want." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, applying gentle pressure until you parted your mouth for him. Then, without warning, he claimed your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to stake his claim. Your breath caught in your throat as he kissed you fiercely, his tongue tangling with yours in a battle for dominance. You found yourself responding eagerly, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. But even as you yielded to the kiss, your own fire roared to life, unwilling to be tamed so easily. As the kiss broke, you met his gaze with a stubborn flare in your eyes. "You may be a dragon, my prince," you breathed, your voice a heady mix of challenge and desire, "but I'm no meek creature to be conquered." The defiant spark in your eyes only fueled Daemon's desire further, his hand landing on your exposed flesh yet again, the sharp sting of his palm sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through you. "Keep talking like that," he hissed, his voice thick with lust, "and I might just have to spank you senseless." His hand slid up your thigh, teasingly close to where you ached for him most, before retreating back to the sweet curve of your ass.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words, your body responding to his touch as you both played a dangerous game of push and pull. You pressed yourself against him, a hint of a whimper escaping your lips, despite your best efforts to remain unaffected. A sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth as you leaned in closer, your voice dripping with insolent challenge. "Oh, look at the mighty Prince of Westeros, all talk and no action," you mocked, your tone dripping with sarcasm. "So, am I supposed to be impressed that you can handle a fiery girl like me? I think you're all bark and no bite, my prince." The mocking words only served to fan the flames of Daemon's arousal, his hand coming down once more with a resounding smack against your skin. "Impressed?" he snorted, a wicked glint in his eye. "No, darling. I'm not interested in impressing you. I want to dominate you, to claim every inch of you as mine." His hand gripped your thigh tightly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he positioned himself between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat as he pushed himself between your legs, the dominant gesture sending a thrill through your body. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but feel a flicker of submission stirring within you, warring with the defiant fire in your soul. "Is that so?" you managed to quip, your voice betraying a hint of faltering bravado. "What are you gonna do about it?"

Daemon's smirk grew wider as he heard the tremor in your voice, evidence of the effect he was having on you despite your attempts to remain defiant. "Oh, don't worry, sweetheart," he purred, his hand trailing up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your most intimate area. "I intend to show you just how much I can try…and how thoroughly I can succeed." With that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as his fingers finally brushed against your soaked panties, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your body trembled beneath his touch, your heart pounding in your chest as he explored your most intimate area, the pleasure coursing through you was almost unbearable. Despite your best efforts, you found yourself submitting to his kiss, surrendering to the wave of ecstasy he wrought upon you. But even as you melted against him, a stubborn part of you still refused to give in completely. "Is that…all you…got, my prince?" you managed to gasp, pulling back from the kiss, your voice strained with pleasure. "I thought you were…going to…show me…what…you could…do." The defiance in your voice was music to Daemon's ears, fueling his desire to break you down and rebuild you in his image. He pulled away slightly, his eyes locked onto yours, a fierce intensity there that spoke volumes of his determination. "Patience, my fiery little temptress," he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the waistband of your panties, his fingers tracing the slick folds of your sex. "I haven't even begun to show you what I can do."

Your breath hitched as his fingers danced across your sensitive flesh, the sensation overwhelming and intoxicating. You bit your lower lip to stifle a moan, your body arching towards his touch, craving more. Yet, even amidst the torrent of pleasure, you held onto a sliver of your pride, refusing to fully submit. "Then…by all means, my prince," you whispered, your voice shaky but still laced with challenge. "Show me…what you've got." Daemon's fingers delved deeper, finding your clit and circling it with deliberate slowness, drawing out your pleasure. "As you wish," he purred, his voice a dark promise. With a deft twist, he ripped your panties aside, baring you completely to his ravenous gaze. Then, with a swift motion, he thrust two fingers inside you, feeling your walls clench around the invasion. "You're so tight, so wet for me already," he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out of your heat, his thumb working overtime on your swollen bud. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget your own name." A strangled cry escaped your lips as he plunged his fingers deep within you, the sudden intrusion sending sparks of pleasure-pain shooting through your body. Your hips bucked wildly against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure, as he expertly stroked your innermost depths. The filthy promises spilling from his lips only added to the frenzy, your mind reeling with the forbidden thrill of being claimed so thoroughly. "Yes, yes…" you whimpered, your resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensation.

Daemon's grip on your hips tightened as he felt your surrender, his fingers curling inside you to stroke that elusive spot that made your toes curl. "That's it, let go," he urged, his voice a low growl. "Give in to me. I want to hear you scream my name." With a swift motion, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching before plunging them back in, harder, faster, driving you closer to the edge with every thrust. His thumb never left your clit, rubbing merciless circles that had you teetering on the brink of climax. "Come for me, now," he commanded, his eyes burning with an unquenchable hunger. "Show me how much you need me." Your world narrowed to the point of his fingers, the relentless stimulation pushing you toward the precipice. The command in his voice, the raw demand, shattered the last remnants of your control. With a keening wail, you came undone, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your inner muscles clenched around his fingers, milking them as waves of ecstasy pulsed through your body. Through the haze of pleasure, you dimly registered his triumphant growl, the possessive grip on your hips as he rode out your climax with you. As the aftershocks faded, you collapsed against him, spent and trembling. Daemon held you close as you rode out the aftershocks, his fingers still buried deep within you, savoring the warmth and wetness of your release. When your breathing steadied, he slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips to taste your essence. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He helped you sit up, then stood, towering over you with a predator's grace. "But we're far from done, my fiery little lover," he warned, his voice a husky promise. "I plan to keep you screaming my name until you can't remember anything else." With that, he reached for the fastenings of his breeches, freeing his rigid length. "Get on your knees," he commanded, his cock jutting proudly towards you, "and show me how well you can worship your prince rather than back-talk him."

Your limbs were still weak from the intense climax, you struggled to your feet, swaying slightly as you moved towards him. The sight of his throbbing member, proud and demanding, filled you with a new kind of excitement. You sank down gracefully, your hands reaching for him, palms cupping his heavy balls before wrapping around his girth. Your tongue darted out, teasing the tip before taking him into your mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pace. You looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, challenging him silently to maintain his dominance over you, even as you pleasured him. The sight of you on your knees, looking up at him with such brazen defiance, only fueled Daemon's lust further. He threaded his fingers through your hair, guiding your movements, setting the pace that would bring him the most pleasure. "That's it, take me deeper," he groaned, watching as your lips stretched to accommodate his girth. The warm, wet heat of your mouth was heaven, and he couldn't resist pushing you further, forcing more of his length past those plump lips. "Fuck, yes…just like that," he hissed, his hips canting forward instinctively. Your throat worked around his shaft, the vibrations adding another layer of pleasure to the sensations coursing through your body. You took him deeper, your gag reflex fighting against the invasion, but your desire to please him won out. You hollowed your cheeks, creating suction as you bobbed your head, taking him in and out of your mouth with practiced ease. Every time you glanced up at him, you saw the raw desire etched on his face, the power he wielded over you making your submission all the sweeter.

The sight of you, so willing and eager beneath him, pushed Daemon to the brink. He could feel himself growing closer to release, the steady rhythm of your mouth driving him wild. "Enough," he snapped, pulling you off abruptly, your lips popping with a wet sound. He lifted you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you against the nearest wall. "It's my turn to be inside you," he growled, positioning his cock at your entrance. With a single powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully within you, groaning at the exquisite feeling of your clenching walls enveloping him. The sudden intrusion made you gasp, your body stretching to accommodate his size, the fullness almost painful. But the pleasure quickly overtook the discomfort, your inner walls clamping down on him, urging him deeper. You arched against the wall, your breasts pressed flat against the cool stone, your nipples hardening in response to the cold and the heat of his body against yours. You pushed back against him, meeting each of his thrusts with equal force, your hips grinding against his as quickly as you could. "Go on, then," you challenged, your voice laced with insolent dare. "Show me what the mighty Prince of Westeros is made of." Daemon snarled, his grip on your hips tightening as he began to pound into you with ruthless intensity. Each thrust drove him deeper, his thick cock splitting you open, claiming you utterly. "You're mine now," he gritted out between clenched teeth, his hot breath fanning over your ear. "Every inch of this perfect cunt belongs to me." He reached around to pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers, tugging harshly as he continued to rut into you. The dual assault on your senses sent shockwaves of pleasure racing through your veins, leaving you dizzy and desperate for more. "Scream for me," he demanded, his voice a dark command. "Let everyone know who's fucking you senseless."

Your cries echoed off the stone walls as he pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep within. The pain from his rough handling of your breast only heightened your arousal, your body craving more of the brutal passion he unleashed upon you. "You wish," you managed to retort, trying to keep the quaver from your voice. "You don't have the power to make me scream your name?" Your hips met his with reckless abandon, the slap of flesh against flesh filling the air. You were lost in the primal rhythm of his lovemaking, your mind consumed by the overwhelming pleasure he evoked. As your climax built, you dug your nails into his arms, marking him as your own as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. "Please, I'm going to--" Daemon's hand cracked across your ass again, the stinging blow sending a shiver down your spine just as your words trailed off. "Not yet, little firecracker," he panted, his own release looming tantalizingly close. He leaned in, nipping at your neck as he continued to fuck you with wild abandon, chasing his own peak. "I want to feel you come apart on my cock, screaming my name like the wanton slut you are." His fingers found your clit once more, rubbing in tight circles as he pistoned in and out of your dripping heat. The combination of his thick length stretching you wide and the pressure on your sensitive bud was too much to bear. With a ragged cry, you shattered, your pussy clamping down on him like a vice as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

Your entire being focused on the incredible sensation of your climax, your inner walls spasming around Daemon's cock as you screamed his name. The sound reverberated throughout the room, clearly declaring your surrender to him. As the tremors subsided, you sagged against the wall, your legs barely able to hold you upright. "Oh gods…" you whimpered, feeling utterly spent. But even in your weakened state, you could tell Daemon wasn't finished with you yet. Daemon held you up easily, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he continued to move within you, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Not quite, sweetheart," he chuckled darkly, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor. "We've only just begun to play." He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your gasps and whimpers as he fucked you harder, faster, driven by an insatiable hunger. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by your muffled moans and his guttural grunts. Daemon was determined to push you to the very limits of pleasure and endurance, to mold you into the perfect submissive companion for his desires. And judging by the way your body responded, eagerly arching into his every thrust, he had no doubt he'd succeed. You melted into his kiss, your body yielding completely to his will as he used you for his pleasure. The relentless pounding of his cock against your cervix bordered on pain, yet the agony only served to heighten your arousal. You felt yourself teetering on the precipice once more, your second climax building rapidly beneath the onslaught of his lustful ravishment. "Please, I can't…it's too much!" you pleaded, even as you clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his back. But Daemon merely laughed, a low, wicked sound that sent shivers down your spine. "That's the point, love," he rasped against your ear, his hot breath igniting sparks along your skin. "To push you past your limits until you're nothing but a quivering mess, begging for mercy as most brats should."

Daemon's laughter turned into a growl as he felt your body begin to quake, signaling your impending release. He quickened his pace, slamming into you with bruising force, determined to wring every last drop of pleasure from your trembling form. "Beg for it," he commanded, his voice a husky snarl. "Tell me how much you need to come, how desperately you crave my cock buried deep inside you." He reached around to pinch and twist your nipples, the pain mixing with the intense pleasure, sending you careening towards the edge. "Admit that you're mine, that you exist solely to serve my desires," Daemon urged, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased his own climax. "Say it, and maybe - just maybe - I'll let you find some relief." Your body convulsed, your orgasm ripping through you without warning. Your pussy clamped down on Daemon's cock, milking him as your inner walls rippled with pleasure. "I'm yours! Please, please, I need to come!" you cried, your voice high and desperate. "Make me yours, I'll do anything, just don't stop, please don't stop!" Your words dissolved into a long, keening moan as your climax washed over you, leaving you weak and trembling in Daemon's arms. The raw honesty in your pleas was enough to tip Daemon over the edge. With a roar of triumph, he came, his seed spilling into you in hot, powerful spurts. His cock throbbed inside you, pumping his essence deep within your womb as he rode out his orgasm, his grip on you unyielding. "There, see? That's where you belong," he said, his voice heavy with satisfaction. He slowed his movements, allowing himself to savor the warmth of your body enveloping his, the tight clench of your pussy coaxing every last drop from him. Finally, when he was certain he'd emptied himself fully, he withdrew slowly, relishing the sensation of your slick walls sliding against his still-hard member. "Now, that's a sight worth coming home to," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

As the echoes of your shared climax faded away, Daemon pulled back slightly, looking down at you with smug satisfaction. He traced a finger down the curve of your hip, marveling at the sight of your glowing skin, the marks left by his hands and lips. "You did well, little firecracker," he praised, his voice warm with approval. "But we're not done yet. There's so much more I want to teach you about pleasure and submission." He gave your bottom a playful swat, already plotting the next encounter, eager to explore every inch of your willing body.

[shed-the-god]

I wanna talk about my mod since me working on it has been practically put on hiatus bc of school so here’s some Worldbuilding~

I also started this early September, beginning of RGBFverse, so oops 🤷🏾

✨Some Funkin Adventures Worldbuilding✨

There are non-human species which are all a broad range of naturally magical humanoids, humans have to gain their magic in some way.

Both angels and demons live for longer than most others (longevity). They don’t physically age much until they near the end of their lifespan. They can also resurrect depending on the duties they did in their lifetime in regards to the supernatural laws.

Vampires are immortal beings, but their memories and personality erode and deteriorate as they live longer.

Demons’ magic tend to focus on curses, while angels would focus on blessings. The way their naming conventions work is based on the magic they specialize in. Shifters can only naturally shapeshift; they can learn other magic outside that tho.

Types of Supernaturals

*Non-immortals are referring to as people who don’t live too long in this case, aka humans, shifters, etc*

Devils and Seraphim (Judges of the supernatural)

Dominion (Lawmakers of the supernatural)

Cambion (Child of a demon and Non-immortal)

Demons (Lower powered)

Familiar (Demonic pets/animals, domestic)

Hellbeasts (Wild demonic animals)

Imps (Mischief Demon)

Sex Demons (Incubi and Succubi)

Sorcerer Daemons (Manipulation Magic)

Angel (Passive/doesn’t actively use magic)

Blessing Angels (Blessing magic):

Cupid (Love and Fertility)

Guardian Angels (Protection)

Leprechaun; may change lol (Luck)

etc (Prosperity, Adventure, I’ll think of more later)

Fallen Angels (Angels who broke those ^ laws)

Nephilim (Child of an angel and Non-immortal)

Druid (Elementals, physically and magically)

Shifters (Furry-like humanoid)

Spectra (Ghosts; typically neutral)

Vampire (Human cursed of immortality and hunger)

Dhampire (Child of a Vampire and Non-immortal)

Wereshifters (Shifters that have a human-like form)

Devils and Seraphim are like the police force of the supernatural world. They keep order and are the ones to past judgement to cause fallen angels.

Dominions are the law makers and are comprised of angels, demons, and other supernaturals. I’ll talk about this more later.

Lower powered demons are simply referred to as Demons. They either can’t do too much or don’t want to.

Familiars and Hellbeasts are similar in relation of a housecat and a pet lion with people.

Imps are mischievous demons commonly without much power. They’re chaotic and love playing pranks on others.

Sex Demons typically only focus on pleasure and lust, but have a great ability to enhance fertility. They can also change a person’s sex characteristics, primary and secondary; it takes a huge chunk of magic (you can mess around with it and change only a few things tho).

Sorcerer Daemons use any kind of manipulation magic, ie elemental, charming, sealing, enhancements, and curses. These are the most common type of demon.

With dynamics between Demons, they mostly try not to bother or they mostly avoid each other. Some demons do have a problem with Sex Demons tho, because of a common problem with Demons struggling to conceive. Sex Demons’ magic centers around lust and fertility, so they feel disrespected that they use their magic mostly on humans. Some also just don’t like blessing magic/angels (fertility), so they look down on them as a result.

They also tend to be loner types with non-demons.

As angel’s magic tend to focus on preservation and protection, it rarely causes visceral harm. They can use their magic passively and not try to enhance their magic, or they have use it for others.

In regards to angels using their magic on their self, it’s similar to Dragonball Super 👀. Angels basically have ultra instinct at all times; they have enhanced senses that tell them they’re in danger and where it could hit them (physically and where in it comes from); you can also think of it as like spidy-senses if you don’t know DBS lol (ig i don’t really know Spider-Man).

Guardian Angels are called that when they use their magic to protect someone, no matter what. They use their magic on others, but at the cost of a chunk of their energy. They can either temporarily or permanently mark someone for protection. It’s taxing how often you’re using magic to protect someone + enhancements to it. It does also grow your power if you let it recharge enough. Other types of blessings are more or less a similar tax depending on how much you want magic you want to use to enhance the effect.

Fallen Angels are angels punished by the Dominion, Devils, and Seraphim for breaking supernatural laws.

As if to be like opposites to demons, angels tend to stick in a community. Some like to be left alone, but most typically like some kind of comradery. They also like to hangout with non-angels.

Druids are born in nature as an element. Some druids have a larger natural magic source depending on what they're born as, as they can't use any other magic not of the element, like a nature spirit to a tree ent. They tend to be loner types and can range from peaceful to cynical.

Shifters are typically animal based, and can shapeshift between a furry/scaly like humanoid form and their animal form. Their first form is the animal as they're born as that first. They also have similar mentalities to the animal they're born as.

Spectors tend to be neutral, but depending on them, can be hostile or kind. They can be born from any dead person; demons, angels, human, shifters. Being a Spector gives anyone without any experience with magic a small source to use. They can practice and grow their magical abilities like others.

Vampires are people cursed by the Dominion, Devils, and Seraphim to be punished with immortality with erosion, and thirst/hunger. The curse is generally only for those seeking or pursuing immortality originally. They're loner types, but do have charming magic.

Wereshifters are similar to regular shifters, but they have an extra form that looks human, ie werewolf. Penilians are an alien species that're like this. Wereshifters follow the same social conventions to regular shifters.

Penilians are bug-like aliens. They have bug appendages (arms, legs, males have long antennae) and some can grow wings. They're the type of bug with a fluffy overcoat and they have tough skin that hides their weaknesses. You can immobilize them hitting there at the least, but it can kill. Penilians exhibit bug-like behaviors even in their human forms, and they all have variations of the fangs/horns in their hair; short, long, fat, skinny, etc.

GF is a sex demon; she’s not picky about her preference. Her parents refer to themselves as sorcerer Daemons; MM is an electromancer and charmer, and DD also uses charm/intimidation as well as sealing and possession magic (passive; aka voodoo, but I don’t really want to call it that lol). The three of them also know telekinesis and teleportation.

Both BF and Miku are Nephilim while their father is an Angel. Miku is also a cyborg bc of… lore we’ll get into later. Peacock is also a Guardian Angel for the NG trio (Darnell, Nene, and Pico). It started during middle school when the group found out Nene was suicidal, and BF ended up growing his magic to protect them all; Nene has some luck on her too from him; it's why Nene’s immortal (based off of Heroes of Pico School), and Darnell and Pico are hard to kill. BF would like to be a guardian for GF, but she’d rather tank any damage with her own magic.

Ritz is a rat shifter. He was born as a rat who could talk, physiology works similar to human children, then could shift into his humanoid form early into childhood; its not the same for all shifters.

[atangledesire]

A low groan escaped the lips of Jewel as she slammed her head into the desk, or what was left of it after the recent destruction of the resistance building. They had just started to rebuild the headquarters after the event of the race a few weeks back, and while she was happy no one was seriously hurt, there was still a lot to do and a lot of paperwork to handle. The poor girl would have pulled her hair out if she had any, she needed something to take her mind off of it. She would usually use a certain toy she kept hidden in her office, but that was gone too... God she hoped no one found it. She heard a small knock at her door and let out a small huff.

"Come in!" She called out, fixing her outfit a bit as she tried her best to look more professional, even if all she wanted to do right now was fly into bed.

@station-square-stories

The door pushed open slowly as the Lemur poked her head into Jewels office. She knew after everything that went down Jewel could use a friend. No one else knew Jewel as well as Tangle did, no one knew how fragile she was and the two had lived together for awhile to boot. There was little the two didn't share, and what they didn't share they talked about.

She closed the door behind her and hoped a friendly face, a warm smile and the mug of coffee she brought would help. But really she just wanted to be there for her, and to help her through a tough time.

" Hey, Jewel? you doin' ok? I uhh brought some coffee--- and donuts... and a warm hug if you need it. "

She offered dangling the bag up to the beetle

" You didn't look so great when you rushed off...an, well i was worried... "

Plus... tangle had always had a little crush on Jewel. Its why she hung around all the time. It was weird to say but, given a chance she'd have gone out with Jewel in a heart beat. She'd do alot more if she got a chance but then... Jewel was always so busy it was hard to flirt with her to as it kind of went over her head or maybe Tangle was just bad at it?

Either way she was here for Jewel in what ever capacity she needed.

[atangledesire]

She had already come to terms with her own inexperience next to Vix, but it didn't make her any less excited. Vix seemed content with her lack of experience or at least understanding. Truthfully she just never had time for it, what with the war and her training. Plus her own ineptitude in the ways of romance. She really envied some of her friends like Rouge!

Tangle snapped back to the present as they entered into Vix's room as all thoughts of edging floated out of her mind. It was so big! like it was bigger then her apartment! and this was just her bedroom? The bed looked so comfortable and the vanity was more something Jewel would have loved! But it was a bit ritzy for her tastes but she guessed it was the perk of being a royal.

She spun around as she looked the room over and smiled as she walked backwards until she bumped into the bed as she admired it all!

" Hehe Nah the room is awesome! i wish my apartment was this big! but i man perks of your job right? "

She flushed at the mention of being picked up and rubbed her cheek nervously.

" I'm sure i'll get use to it--- ain't like i mind just, not something i'm use to! But i'mm get use to it... besides what is the point of having a tall girlfriend if she doesn't pick me up and cuddle me. Feels like a perk to me! "

The Kiss made her cheeks burn brighter no matter how small it was, as she hadn't expected it. She couldn't sit and lie to herself and say she wasn't super turned on by Vix. She was a woman in power, a beautiful fox with this strong elegance, and she'd always dreamed of rescuing a queen and getting rewarded with a night alone with her! Well it was a bit backwards since Vix more or less rescued her, and it was nothing like her fantasies!

She let out a surprised squeak as she was scooped up by Vix a subtle reminded that the Vixen was taller then she was, and more then willing to abuse that fact. Yet seeing Tween, being caught in this situation made her cheeks turn bright red. It didn't help that Tween warned her and made her wonder if this was a good idea! But ever the overconfident girl she put on a brave face and smiled at Tween!

" Ah dun worry! i've fought giant robots dragons! and, angry aliens from another world... i think i can handle queenie... "

A Boast she wasn't sure she could live up to as her bedroom experience was on the low side. Not that she wouldn't give it her all she just hoped she could keep up with Vix! Though at the question of edging the Lemur squinted as if trying to figure out what she meant! She wasn't the most experienced in the bed room but she did read ALOT of doujin! so thankfully it did hit her a second later!

" oh...oh.....OOOOOOOHHH--- dunno never uhh tried it, but i'm game if you are..."

[hmshermitcraft]

Vex are tricky creatures, naturally. The malicious malcontent mischief makers that many a mansion raiding Players do so hate.

With a lust for power exceeding that of the basic player. So being a being of both Vex and Player…well…one would have certain abilities unattainable to a basic player.

With their ever oozing mist of Vex blue and glinting eyes and flashing teeth. Well, it seemed that they were a match made in Heaven.

Or hell. Depending on who you’d ask.

But Scar and Cub were truly something. Though they may not have been able to match wits, the boys certainly were able to stand toe to toe with one another; taking turns in their brash dance of Commander and Follower.

With Silver-tounge and mad science, they would be unstoppable.

In the end—or was it the beginning?

Two boys clawed themselves—quite literally—into hard fought freedom. For each other. Possession and protection working hand-in-hand.

And seeing as their captors were obliterated in flashes of blue by their lover?

Well.

It seemed as though that was the best present yet.

Finally. Their power was their own. No one elses.

And if there were a few bodies in the way?

Well. One way out the other. ConVex would take care of them

-nix

For the longest time, their captors thought they could pit the two against each other. It had worked at first. Cub's always hated to lose, and Scar had a much bigger stubborn streak back then. Neither, though, are stupid. The benefits of working together far outweighed those of fighting. And they'd been granted the perfect cover story.

The rest was spent waiting. Waiting for their captors to let their guard down. Waiting for them to forget Cub and Scar are two incredibly smart creatures and not just tools to be used.

Their escape was vindictive and satisfying.

Now, they live amongst the hermits. Their need for violence is behind them, though they indulge every so often. And both of them know they have nothing to fear - they'll always come back to each other.

[disneymarina]

*As a cow demihuman in a world where monstrous male species dominate, Marina has had the pleasure of being courted and claimed by quite a few of these powerful beasts.***Male Monster Species:**1. **Bulls** (Baron) - Strong, dominant, and passionate, these bovine demihumans possess a deep lust for their female counterparts. Marina's nickname from her bull suitors could be "Heifer Honey" or "Cow Belle".2. **Dragons** (Smokey, Ember) - Majestic, fierce, and protective, dragons often shower their beloveds with fiery affection. Marina might earn the nicknames "Dragon's Delight" or "Scaly Sweetheart", fitting attire could include scaled arm guards, dragon claw earrings, or a dragonhide mini-skirt.3. **Gryphons** (Kael, Arcturus) - Noble, intelligent, and fiercely loyal, gryphons appreciate refined and elegant partners. Marina might be nicknamed "Lady Lionheart" or "Eagle's Eye", styling herself in flowing gold and crimson robes, gold laurel wreaths, or an eagle-feathered choker.4. **Minotaurs** (Brock, Karkoth)

**List of male monster mate species and possible Marina nicknames/outfits:**1. **Bulls (Demihumans) - "Cowgirl" Marina, wearing a fringed leather vest, cowboy hat, and boots, carrying a lasso as a toy.

2.**Vampires - "Midnight Muse" Marina, in a sultry black gown, red lipstick, and a choker, with a tiny velvet-covered writing desk as a toy.

3. **Werewolves - "Moonlight Maiden" Marina, dressed in a flowing white nightgown, silver jewelry, and a small stuffed wolf as a toy.

4.**Demons - "Infernal Siren" Marina, in a crimson corset, matching thigh-high boots, and a trident as a toy, with a nearby Baphomet figurine.

5. **Giant Spiders - "Web Weaver" Marina, adorned in a black bodysuit with intricate silver web patterns, eight-legged heels, and a mini orb as a toy.

6.**Merfolk - "Pearlescent Pearl" Marina, wearing a shimmering seashell bikini, flowing seaweed hair, and a seahorse-shaped locket as a toy.

7. Ogres

**List of Male Monster Mate Species for Marina:**1. Baron the Bull - Marina's current monster mate

2. Demon Lords (various) - past demonic mates

3. Dragon Lords (various) - past draconic lovers

4. Merfolk Kings - past underwater paramours

5. Goblin Chieftains - past mischievous goblin companions

6. Troll Guardians - past rugged troll suitors

7. Minotaur Captains - past bullheaded minotaur partners

8. Centaur Lords - past equine and human hybrids**Nicknames:**1. Baron's Nickname for Marina: Babydoll, Sweetheart, Little Minx

2. Demon Lord Nicknames: My Little Succubus, Demon Darling, Devilish Cutie

3. Dragon Lord Nicknames: My Dragonite Princess, Blaze, Ember

4. Merfolk King Nicknames: My Undersea Enchantress, Coral Queen, Seahorse Sweetheart

5. Goblin Chieftain Nicknames: Meanykins, Little Bandit, Mischief Maker

6. Troll Guardian Nicknames: Mighty Mite, Strong Little Thing, Tiny Titan

Marina, my darling cowgirl, you're interested in the monster mates and nicknames, aren't you? Let me tell you, you've had quite the array of bull demihuman boyfriends.Their species:

1. Bull Demihumans - These are the ones that look mostly humanoid but have horns, bull tails, and a strong, muscular build. They're known for their aggressive breeding habits.Nicknames:

1. Baron (current) - You affectionately call him Baron, and he loves it when you whisper that name in his ear.

2. Buster (previous) - Before Baron, there was Buster, a bit of a show-off, always trying to outdo the other bulls.Outfits inspired by their culture:

1. Baron - Baron's people often adorn themselves with leather straps, brown and black, that highlight their muscles. You've been known to wear a similar harness during your most passionate moments together, making you his proud little cow.Now, are you ready to get back to some breeding with Baron, my sweet Marina? He's been eyeing you all day, and I can tell he's eager to show you what he's got under that large, sturdy build of his.

**Marina's Male Monster Mate Species and Nicknames/Outfits:**1. **Demons**: Nicknames - Lilith, Demoness. Outfits - Black leather, spiked collars, and fishnets inspired by their dark, infernal aesthetic.2. **Fae**: Nicknames - Petal, Sylph. Outfits - Delicate, pastel-colored gowns and accessories with floral motifs to reflect their connection to nature.3. **Dragons**: Nicknames - Ember, Dragoness. Outfits - Scale-inspired armor, fiery red hair, and dragon motif accessories showcasing their fierce, powerful nature.4. **Shapeshifters**: Nicknames - Changeling, Morph. Outfits - Versatile, eclectic styles that change with their partner's species, blending into their preferred cultural attire.5. **Merfolk**: Nicknames - Pearl, Mermaid. Outfits - Iridescent, seashell-adorned attire that evokes an underwater realm, with long, flowing hair reminiscent of seaweed.6. **Vampires**: Nicknames - Bloodrose, Crimson. Outfits - Elegant, dark red or black clothing with subtle fang and crescent moon motifs, capturing their mysterious, nocturnal essence.7. **

[eugene114]

JOVI ELEUTHERIO.

Or, an OFFERING to LIBERTY.

Quisnam igitur liber? Sapiens, sibique imperiosus;

Quem neque pauperies, neque mors, neque vincula terrent:

Responsare cupidinibus, contemnere honores

Fortis; et in seipso totus teres atque rotundus.

HOR. Serm. Lib. II. Sat. 7.

1HAIL LIBERTY! whose presence glads th' abode

2Of heav'n itself, great attribute of God!

3By thee sustain'd, th' unbounded spirit runs,

4Moulds orbs on orbs, and lights up suns on suns;

5By thee sustain'd, in love unwearied lives,

6And uncontroul'd creates, supports, forgives:

7No pow'r, or time, or space his will withstood;

8Almighty! endless! infinite in good!

9"If so, why not communicate the bliss,

10"And let man know what this great blessing is? "

11Say what proportion, creature, wouldst thou claim;

12As thy Creator's, in extent, the same!

13Unless his other attributes were join'd

14To poise the will, and regulate the mind,

15Goodness to aim, and wisdom to direct,

16What mighty mischiefs must we thence expect?

17The maker knows his work; nor judg'd it fit

18To trust the rash resolves of human wit:

19Which prone to hurt, too blind to help, is still

20Alike pernicious, mean it good or ill.

21A whim, t' improvements making fond pretence,

22Would burst a system in experiments;

23Sparrows and cats indeed no more should fear,

24But Saturn tremble in his distant sphere:

25Give thee but footing in another world,

26Say, Archimedes, where should we be hurl'd?

27A sprightly wit, with liquor in his head,

28Would burn a globe to light him drunk to bed:

29Th' Ephesian temple had escap'd the flame,

30And heaven's high dome had built the madman's fame.

31The sullen might (when malice boil'd within)

32Strike out the stars to intimate his spleen:

33Not poppy-heads had spoke a Tarquin crost;

34Nature's chief spring had broke, and all been lost.

35Nor less destructive would this license prove,

36Tho' thy breast flam'd with universal love.

37In vain were thy benevolence of soul;

38Soon would thy folly disconcert the whole.

39No rains, or snows, should discompose the air;

40But flow'rs and sun-shine drain the weary year:

41No clouds should sully the clear face of day;

42No tempests rise, — to blow a plague away.

43Mercy should reign untir'd, unstain'd with blood;

44Spare the frail guilty, — to eat up the good:

45In their defence, rise, sacred Justice, rise!

46Awake the thunder sleeping in the skies,

47Sink a corrupted city in a minute:

48— Wo! to the righteous ten who may be in it.

49Pick out the bad, and sweep them all away!

50— So leave their babes, to cats and dogs a prey.

51Such pow'r without God's wisdom and his will,

52Were only an omnipotence of ill.

53Suited to man can we such pow'r esteem!

54Fiends would be harmless, if compar'd with him.

55Say then, shall all his attributes be given?

56His essence follows, and his throne of heav'n;

57His very unity. Proud wretch! shall he

58Un-god himself to make a god of thee?

59How wide, such lust of liberty confounds!

60Would less content thee, prudent mark the bounds!

61"Those which th' almighty Monarch first design'd,

62"When his great image seal'd the human mind;

63"When to the beasts the fruitful earth was giv'n;

64"To fish the ocean, and to birds their heaven;

65"And all to man: whom full creation, stor'd,

66"Receiv'd as its proprietor, and lord.

67"Ere earth, whose spacious tract unmeasur'd spreads,

68"Was slic'd by acres and by roods to shreds;

69"When trees and streams were made a general good;

70"And not as limits, meanly to exclude:

71"When all to all belong'd; ere pow'r was told

72"By number'd troops, or wealth by counted gold:

73"Ere kings, or priests, their tyranny began;

74"Or man was vassal'd to his fellow-man. "

75O halcyon state! when man begun to live!

76A blessing, worthy of a god to give!

77Who on th' unspotted mind his Maker drew

78The heav'nly characters, correct and true.

79All useful knowledge, from that source, supply'd;

80No blindness sprung from ignorance, or pride:

81All proper blessings, from that hand, bestow'd;

82No mischiefs, or for want, or fulness, flow'd:

83The quick'ning passions gave a pleasing zest;

84While thankful man submitted to be blest.

85Simplicity, was wisdom; temperance, health:

86Obedience, pow'r; and full contentment, wealth.

87So happy once was man! till the vain elf

88Shook off his guide, and set up for himself.

89Smit with the charms of independency,

90He scorns protection, raging to be free.

91Now, self-expos'd, he feels his naked state;

92Shrinks with the blast, or melts before the heat:

93And blindly wanders, as his fancy leads,

94To starve on wastes, or feast on pois'nous weeds.

95Now to the savage beasts an obvious prey;

96Or crafty men, more savage still than they:

97No less imprudent to his breast to take

98The friend unfaithful, or th' envenom'd snake;

99Equally fatal, whether on the Nile,

100Or in the city, weeps the crocodile.

101Nor yet less blindly deviates learned pride;

102In Aetna burn'd, or drown'd amid the tide:

103Boasts of superior sense; then raves to see

104(When contradicted) fools less wise than he.

105Mates with his great Creator; vainly bold

106To make new systems, or to mend the old.

107Shapes out a Deity; doubts, then denies:

108And drunk with science, curses God and dies.

109Not heav'nly wisdom, only, is with-held,

110But the free bounty of the self-sown field:

111No more, as erst, from Nature's ready feast,

112Rises the satisfy'd, but temp'rate guest:

113Cast wild abroad, no happy mean preserves;

114By choice he surfeits, by constraint he starves:

115Toils life away upon the stubborn plain,

116T' extort from thence the slow reluctant grain;

117The slow reluctant grain, procur'd to-day,

118His less industrious neighbour steals away:

119Hence fists and clubs the village-peace confound,

120Till sword and cannon spread the ruin round;

121For time and art but bring from bad to worse:

122Unequal lots succeed unequal force,

123Each lot a several curse. Hence rich, and poor:

124This pines, and dies neglected at the door;

125While gouts and fevers wait the loaded mess,

126And take full vengeance for the poor's distress.

127No more the passions are the springs of life;

128But seeds of vice, and elements of strife:

129Love, social love, t' extend to all design'd,

130Back to its fountain flows; to self, confin'd.

131Source of misfortunes; the fond husband's wrong;

132The maid dishonour'd, and deserted young!

133The mischief spreads; when vengeance for the lust

134Unpeoples realms, and calls the ruin just.

135Hence, Troy, thy fate! the blood of thousands spilt,

136And orphans mourning for unconscious guilt.

137Thus love destroys, for kinder purpose giv'n;

138And man corrupts the blessings meant by heav'n;

139Self-injur'd, let us censure HIM no more:

140Ambition makes us slaves, and av'rice poor.

141What arts the wild disorder shall controul,

142And render peace with virtue to the soul?

143Out-reason interest, ballance prejudice;

144Give passion ears, and blinded error eyes?

145Arm the weak hand with conquest, and protect

146From guile, the heart too honest to suspect?

147For this, mankind, by sad experience taught,

148Again their safety in dependence sought:

149Press'd to the standard, sued before the throne;

150And durst rely on wisdom not their own.

151Hence Saturn rul'd in peace th' Ausonian plains,

152While Salian songs to virtue won the swains,

153But pois'nous streams must flow from pois'ned springs:

154The priests were mortal, and mere men the kings.

155What aid from monarchs, mighty to enslave?

156What good from teachers, cunning to deceive?

157Allegiance gives defensive arms away;

158And faith usurps imperial reason's sway.

159Let civil Rome, from faithful records, tell

160What royal blessings from her Nero fell.

161When those, prefer'd all grievance to redress,

162Bought of their prince a licence to oppress;

163When uncorupted merit found no place,

164But left the trade of honour to the base.

165See industry, by draining impost curst,

166Starve in the harvest, in the vintage thirst!

167In vain for help th' insulted matron cries,

168'Twas death in husbands to have ears and eyes:

169Fatal were beauty, virtue, wealth, or fame:

170No man in aught a property could claim;

171No, not his sex: strange arts the monster try'd;

172And Sporus, spight of nature, was his bride.

173Unhurt by foes proud Rome for ages stands,

174Secure from all, but her protector's hands.

175Recall your pow'rs, ye Romans, back again;

176Unmake the monarch, and ne'er fear the man.

177Naked and scorn'd, see where the abject flies!

178And once un-caesar'd, soon the fidler dies.

179Next holy Rome, thy happiness declare;

180While peace and truth watch round the sacred chair.

181Peace! — which from racks and persecution flows!

182Mysterious truths! — which every sense oppose!

183That God made man, was all th' unlearn'd could reach;

184That man makes God th' enlighten'd fathers teach.

185Men, blind and partial, need a light divine:

186Which popes new trim, and teach it how to shine.

187Rude nature dreads accusing guilt, unknown

188The balmy doctrine, that dead saints atone:

189The careful pontiff, merciful to save,

190Hoards up a fund of merit from the grave;

191And righteous hands the equal balance hold,

192Nor weigh it out but to just sums of gold.

193Sole judge, he deals his pardon, or his curse;

194Not heav'n itself the sentence can reverse:

195Grac'd with his scepter, aweful with his rod,

196This man of sin usurps the seat of God;

197Disarm'd and unador'd th' Almighty lies,

198And quits to saints his incense, and his skies:

199No more the object of our fears, or hope;

200The creature, and the vassal of the pope.

201"From fanes and cities scar'd, fly swift away!"

202— To the rude Lybian in his wilds a prey.

203"The blood-stain'd sword from the fell tyrant wrest!"

204— Thousands unsheath'd shall threat thy naked breast.

205"The dogmatists imperious aid disdain!"

206— So sink in brutish ignorance again.

207"Is there no medium? must we victims fall

208"To one man's LUST, or to the RAGE of all?

209"Is reason doom'd a certain slave to be,

210"To our blind PASSIONS, or a priest's DECREE? "

211Hail happy Albion! whose distinguish'd plains

212This temp'rate mean, so dearly earn'd, maintains!

213Senates, (the will of individuals check'd)

214The strength and prudence of the realm collect,

215Each yields to all; that each may thence receive

216The full assistance, which the whole can give.

217For this, thy patriots lawless pow'r withstood,

218And bought their children's charter with their blood;

219While reverend years, and various letter'd age,

220Dispassion'd open the mysterious page;

221Not one alone the various judgment sways,

222But prejudice the general voice obeys:

223For this, thy martyrs wak'd the bloody strife,

224Asserting truth with brave contempt of life.

225Oh OXFORD! let deliver'd Briton know

226From thy fam'd seats her several blessings flow.

227Th' accouter'd barons, and assisting knights,

228In thee prepar'd for council, or for fights,

229Plan'd and obtain'd hera civil liberty:

230Truth found her fearlessb witnesses in thee;

231When, try'd as gold, saints, from thy tott'ring pyres,

232Rose up to heav'n, Elijah-like, in fires!

233Peace to thy walls! and honour to thy name!

234May age to age record thy gathering fame!

235While thy still favour'd seats pour forth their youth,

236Brave advocates of liberty and truth!

237In fair succession rise to bless the realm!

238Fathers in church, and statesmen at the helm!

239"But factious synods thro' resentment err;

240"And venal senates private good prefer:

241"How wild the faith which wrangling sophs dispose!

242"The laws how harsh of pension'd aye's and no's! "

243Wilt thou by no authority be aw'd,

244Self-excommunicated, self-outlaw'd?

245Expunge the creed, the decalogue reject?

246If they oblige not, nor will they protect.

247You fear no God; — convinc'd by what you say,

248Knaves praise your wit, and swear your lands away.

249Corrupt not wives, erase it if you will;

250The injur'd husband blots out, — do not kill.

251From God his sabbaths steal, for sport, not need;

252Why hangs the wretch, who steals thy purse for bread?

253Or shall each schismatic your faith new mould,

254Or senates stand by patriot mobs controul'd?

255Drive back, ye floods! roll, Xanthus, to your spring!

256Go, crown the people, and subject the king;

257Break rule to pieces, analyse its pow'r,

258And every atom to its lord restore:

259As mixt with knaves, or fools, the weak, or brave,

260A dupe, a plague, a tyrant, or a slave.

261"What shall I do; how hit the happy mean

262"'Twixt blind submission, and unruly spleen? "

263Consult your watch; you guide your actions by't;

264And great its use, tho' not for ever right.

265What tho' some think implicit faith be due,

266And dine at twelve if their town-clock strike two?

267Or others bravely squir their watch away,

268Disdain a guide, and guess the time of day?

269They guess so lucky, or their parts so great,

270They come on all affairs, but just too late;

271You neither choose. Nor trav'ling thro' the street,

272Correct its hand by ev'ry one you meet;

273Yet scruple not, if you should find at one

274It points to six, to set it by the SUN.

275Aim at the bliss that's suited to thy state,

276Nor vainly hope for happiness compleat;

277Some bounds imperfect natures must include,

278And vice and weakness feel defects of good.

279Nor is it blind necessity alone:

280Contriving wisdom, in the whole, we own:

281And in that wisdom satisfy'd may trust,

282In its restraints, as merciful, as just.

283By these thy selfish passions it corrects;

284By these from wrong thy weakness it protects;

285In sovereign power thy safety's heaven's design;

286Some faults permitted, as the scourge of thine.

287Absurd the wish of all men, if exprest;

288Each grieves that he's not lord of all the rest.

289Why then should we complain, or thankless live,

290Because not blest with more than God can give?

291Would you be safe from others? 'tis but due,

292That others also should be safe from you.

293It is not virtue wakes the clam'rous throng;

294Each claims th' exclusive privilege, to wrong.

295When ceaseless faction must embroil the mad;

296Alike impatient, under A' or Zad.

297How patriot Cromwell fights for liberty!

298He shifts the yoke, then calls the nation free.

299He cannot bear a monarch on the throne;

300But vindicates his right — to rule alone.

301Macheath roars out for freedom in his cell;

302And Tindal wisely would extinguish hell.

303Macheath's approv'd by all whom Tyburn awes,

304And trembling guilt gives Tindal's page applause.

305O sage device, to set the conscience free

306From dread! he winks; then says that heav'n can't see.

307Both blindly plan the paradise of fools;

308Peace without laws, and virtue without rules.

309Full of the Roman let the school-boy quote,

310And rant all Lucian's rhapsodies by rote.

311Gods! shall he tremble at a mortal's nod!

312His generous soul disdains the tyrant's rod.

313Forc'd to submit, at last he tastes the fruit;

314Finds wealth and honours blossom from its root.

315Would thy young soul be like the Roman free?

316From Romans paint thy form of LIBERTY:

317The goddess offers gifts from either hand;

318c Th' auspicious bonnet, with the PRAETOR'S wand;

319The privilege of that would'st thou not miss,

320Bend, and submit beneath the stroke of this.

321See Furioso on his keeper frown,

322Depriv'd the precious privilege to drown;

323Greatly he claims a right to his undoing;

324The chains that hold him, hold him from his ruin.

325Kindly proceed; strict discipline dispense;

326Till water-gruel low'rs him down to sense.

327"Why this to me? am I the froward boy,

328"Or knave to wrong, or madman to destroy? "

329Will thy denial prove that thou art none!

330'Tis Newgate's logick: thou art all in one.

331Blind to their good, to be instructed loth,

332d Men are but children of a larger growth;

333If no superior force the will controul,

334Self-love's a villain, and corrupts the soul;

335Wild and destructive projects fire our brains;

336We all are madmen, and demand our chains.

337Know your own sphere, content to be a man;

338Well pleas'd, to be as happy as you can:

339Lose not all good, by shunning ills in vain;

340'Tis wiser to enjoy than to complain.

341Some evils must attend imperfect states;

342But discontent new worlds of ills creates.

343Hush thy complaints, nor quarrel with thy God;

344If just the stroke, approve and kiss the rod.

345By man if injur'd, turn thy eyes within;

346Thou'lt find recorded some unpunish'd sin;

347Then heav'n acquit: and with regard to man,

348Coolly th' amount of good and evil scan;

349If greater evils wait the wish'd redress,

350Grieve not that thou art free to chuse the less.

351Unknown to courts, ambition's thirst subdu'd,

352My lesson is to be obscurely good;

353In life's still shade, which no man's envy draws,

354e To reap the fruit of government and laws,

355In fortune's round, as on the globe I know

356No top, no bottom, no where high or low;

357Where-ever station'd, heav'n in prospect still,

358That points to me, the zenith of her wheel.

359"What! double tax'd, unpension'd, unprefer'd,

360"In such bad times be easy? most absurd! "

361Yet heav'n vouchsafes the daily bread intreated;

362And these bad times have left me free to eat it:

363My taxes, gladly paid, their nature shift;

364If just, cheap purchase; if unjust, a gift:

365Nor knows ambition any rank so great;

366My servants, kings, and ministers of state!

367They watch my couch, my humble roof defend;

368Their toil the means, my happiness the end.

369My freedom to compleat, convinc'd I see

370f Thy service, Heav'n, is perfect LIBERTY.

371Theg will, conform'd to thy celestial voice,

372Knows no restraint! for duty is her choice:

373What ills thou sendest, thankfully approve,

374As kind corrections, pledges of thy love;

375In every change, whatever stage I run,

376My daily wish succeeds; THY WILL BE DONE.

[timeisindifferent]

I visit my eyes

Last year, I experienced some profound dreams and visions that lead me to the Ghanaian folktale, “Ananse”. A story about a spider: a trickster, who was surrounded by wisdom. But in forgetting who he was, went and lost it all. The image of a trickster came to me in the form of a half human - half monkey creature. Both two rebels of the system on a journey for self-redemption and spiritual insight.

The tricker’s job is not to be good or bad, but to perform free will, perfect artistry given by God. But with all this free will comes a test to see how far you can go. To test God’s limitations or become an imitation?

This is a projection of humanity’s lust, greed, and becoming the “perversion�� of God’s work. The “primitive” side of human civilization and psyche. Mischief-makers who seek a code of conduct. Like the three legendary mystical monkeys who, “Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil, See no Evil”. The monkey embodies humanity’s plight, caught between the amorality and literality of instinctual expression and drive toward social and emotional evolution.

Photography/direction: Angela Vanderstraeten

Cinematography: Jasmijn van Buytene

Talent: Maud van Dievoet

Hair & Makeup: Vanessa Li

Assistant/light: Matias Batalle

16mm processed by Onno Petersen

[echantedtoon]

Tom x Mackenzie P4

"........." ".........And you are?," Bozzwick asked unfazed. "Someone that's gonna kick your bloody corpse back ta h-ll if ya don't let go of her." His eyes narrowed, and he strained a fake grin. Bozzwick smiled back." Ah! you must be the 'not boyfriend' Carrottop was waiting for. You obviously know what I am. Let's see if I can guess what you are." He eyed the other boy up and down. Neither one loosening their grip, unfortunately for Mackenzie who was starting to get a neck and arm cramp. ".....You've gotta be another demon. 'Cause only demon can recognize other demons that fast.....Judging by those eyes and the way you dress....I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that you're a....incubus." Tom frowned. "Heh. Looks like I guessed right." "I suggest you let go." "Or what? You don't seriously think that you scare me do you?," Bozzwick sneered. The grip on his shoulder tightened." I tried to be nice, Mate." His eyes seemed to glow. "Nice? Heh. You're an incubus. A demon of lust. I wouldn't be surprised if ya already got into her pa-" He was shut up when a fist smashed directly into his nose. His world spun as his body twisted around and his face met concrete. Mackenzie, now free, went to embrace Tom, who wrapped an arm around her form. He glanced down at Bozzwick, who was now standing up. He felt dizzy and something tasting like copper was in his mouth. He spat it out and noticed how red it was. He growled before staring up at them. "You done f-cked up now!" Tom barely had time to push Mackenzie out of the way before he was body slammed to the ground. Hands gripped his neck tightly, cutting off his air supply as Bozzwick held him down. Tom made strangled, gagging sounds and frantically clawed at him in a desperate attempt to get him off. "Leave him alone, you freak!," Mackenzie yelled. She tried to pull him off, but it was like trying to lift a boulder. He completely ignored her and kept choking the weaker demon. She eventually let go and ran away. "Heh. Looks like your girlfriend ran off. Guess today's gonna be a real killer, huh?" Tom began to thrash less and his vision was starting to falter. "LET HIM GO!!!" Bozzwick glanced up. She was back, and this time she was holding a spray can of... "Pepper spray? AHAHAHAHAHA!!! .....Believe me, Kitten. This wouldn't be the first time I got maced. It doesn't bother me a bit." "Oh, this isn't pepper spray." To prove her point, she pushed the top down and sprayed the demon. -Meanwhile- A lady made her way down the street. Good thing Tentadora agreed to watch the triplets. "OH! That boy is going to be in big trouble when I find him," she said to herself," The question is.....where did that mischief maker go?" A loud distorted cry soon answered her question. -Back With Tom, Mackenzie, And Bozzwick- "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" A burning sensation spread throughout his face. His hands flew up to cover his eyes. Tom gasped and coughed as air filled his lungs. Mackenzie kicked the still screaming demon over and attempted to help the still gasping incubus to his feet. All the while, never loosening her grip on the spray can. "My face! My face! It burns!," Bozzwick shrieked. He stumbled, but managed to get to his feet and growled in their direction." Rrrr. What 'til I get my hands on you!" He held out an arm." I'm gonna-" A stronger force gripped his arm and squeezed until he cried out in pain. It certainly wasn't the pale boy. This person was someone stronger. "......Be in a world of trouble!," an older female voice yelled at him. He froze and felt his stomach drop. "..........oh no." "Oh, yes! I've been looking for you everywhere!" He gulped." Uh.....Hi, Hilda."

[atangledesire]

Tangle was on the Table Dancing! butt naked! once again proving she shouldn't be allowed to have Alcohol!

[feyre-darling92]

A welcome distraction

Obi-Wan x reader

When Obi-Wan and Y/N are on a mission things don’t go as planned. Still, that won’t stop them from completing the mission. And solving the big question of their relationship.

T/W: Not exactly 18+ but minors do not interact, sexual content, kissing, swearing, slightly dirty talking, Anakin (yes he is a warning himself), bad writing, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 1,560k

A/N: So, this little dirty idea came while I was listening the “Tell me the truth” by two feet, so I would recomend that you hear it while reading this. Also this is the first dirty thing I write so be gentle.

Many names are made up so don’t search for any characters that may seem unknown. They just don’t exist!

Anyway, enjoy.

“Ready, dear?” Obi-Wan knocked on your door.

“Always, Kenobi” you opened it and stayed still.

Tonight Obi-Wan was not the Jedi you knew. Tonight he was a Sith Lord. A very hot Sith Lord if you dared to say.

You took a better look at him.

His once perfectly styled hair was now messy, strands of auburn hair falling on his forehead, his usual light brown Jedi robes had now a dark red colour, black knee length boots and the lighsaber you had stolen from actual Sith Lords gently resting on his hip.

And his eyes. Their blue colour that promised love and care and softness was now replaced with yellow, that promised mischief and roughness, lust and desire.

“What happened, darling? Did anyone cut your tongue?” he smirked.

“No, Kenobi. Let’s go” you said and walked past him.

Your mission was hard but simple. You were pretending that you had turned to the dark side after you “killed” the two other Jedi you were with.

 In fact they were very alive training younglings and going on missions.

But they didn’t know that.

You had to gather informations somehow hence you being stuck with him.

You walked, the fabric of your dress flowing on every step you took.

You didn’t like this dress, the black colour was depressing and the way it was designed did hide only the important parts, but you felt confident in it.

You walked into the ballroom, Obi-Wan holding the door for you.

You would tease him later for his mannerisms.

As you both walked in you felt everyone staring at you.

 Every lady turned and smiled as Obi-Wan passed through the crowd and you felt anger filling in your chest. 

A forbidden emotion, yet so useful for tonight.

“Well, well, if it’s not for the fallen Jedi” you heard a voice coming from behind.

“Lord Makon. What a pleassure” Obi-Wan replied with his devil smirk.

“So it’s true! The mighty Obi-Wan Kenobi has joined the dark side” he laughed.

“Don’t tell me this is the famous Y/N L/N!” he turned to you. “How did you convince her to join us?”

Obi-Wan turned to you a flash of mischief passing through his eyes.

“We’re together” he said and gently held you by the lower waist.

“Oh” Makon said surprised, “and I thought I may stand a chance” he laughed and you laughed along.

“Never say never” it was your time to smirk. Leaving the two men speechless you walked away.

This night had just begun being interesting.

An hour had passed and Obi-Wan was out of sight. You had tried to overhear conversations but you had no luck with that. Until you located your personal target.

If anything, he would know everything.

“Lord Dukov” you tapped him on the shoulder.

 He turned to you annoyed that someone had interrupted his conversation but when he saw you his expression changed.

“Maker, Y/N. So the rumours are true!”

“Oh, yes. I decided I want to have some... fun” you smiled, the smile the devil would use to befool his victims. “If you know what I mean”

“Of course, dear. It will be wonderful to have such a ...nice presence like yours around”

You fake blushed and smiled. He was handsome, you had to admit it.

“But why don’t we dance?” he offered you his hand and you took it.

You stood in the middle of the dancefloor, the music unlike what you’d heard before.

The beat getting faster and slowed again, the steps designed to bring the partners closer, the lyrics written by a lover.

You let him guide you, touch you as the dance required.

“So” he whispered in your ear when your faces met, a few inches separating you “what’s the plan dear?”

“What plan?”

“You know perfectly well what, darling”

“I don’t have a plan. I’m here to stay” you whispered back in a tone you had rarely heard yourself talk to, “if you want me” you continued but your eyes were glued elsewhere.

To him.

He stared back while talking to a man and a woman, making this harder for you.

“Oh, darling” he breathed in your neck “I could fuck you all night” he spun you the music becoming more and more intense and when you landed again in his hands he continued “I would have you beg me to stop”.

You felt the hair at the back of your neck standing up. He was not the one who you wished to say these words to you.

It was the man that was currently looking at you with eyes that promised what the other had said.

“And what’s stopping you?” you turned to him.

You didn’t actually mean it. But by managing to lead him somewhere that you’d be alone, you’d manage to get the information you need.

“What stops me? Your boyfriend”

“Screw him”

“Already a sinner, I see”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course”

“Then find me in five minutes in the hallway” you winked and left him.

You took a glass of some alcoholic drink and drank it,you were gonna need this for what was coming next.You walked towards the exit but not before spotting Obi-Wan, talking with two other men and the woman from before.

He looked in your way and you winked at him smirking as you opened the door to leave.

You would deal with him later.

You walked to the end of the hallway when two hands grabbed you from behind and led you into a small room the only light the moonlight that entered from the small window.

“You promised me something” he said with a husky voice grabbing you by the neck.

 You wasted no time in making him fall, you standing on top of him.

“So dominant darling. Will you be that way while I tear you up?” he kissed your neck, “Or when I make you scream?” his mouth made its way to yours kissing you with greed and lust.

There was nothing sweet in this. Only forced passion.

While he was busy whispering dirty promises to you you took your lightsaber and ignited it, placing it against his throat.

“What are you planning?” you asked.

“And I thought that you’d finally come to your senses” he mocked but you put your lightsaber closer.

“Answer me, darling, if you want to say these things again to another woman”

“Do you really think you will get away with this? Sweetheart, we’re everywhere”

“Just tell me and you will walk out of this room alive”

“They plan to attack at the next senate’s meeting” he finally said.

“See? Wasn’t that hard” you said and knocked him out.

 You got out of the small chamber, straightening the fabric of your dress when Obi-Wan appeared in the hallway.

“What the hell happened?”

“Nothing you should worry about”

“Yeah, fine,” he said and opened the door of the chamber only to quickly close it again.

“Are you mad? Why is he unconscious?”

“I took the information I needed. He won’t cause any trouble until we leave this place” you said but saw two guards and three sith lords coming your way.

Quickly he pushed you against the wall and started kissing you.

The lust of the past two years was finally manifested in this kiss. 

You were completely lost, silently saying the words that no one dared to say, strengthening the bond between you, your force signatures dancing together.

He grabbed the back of your neck bringing you closer and deepening the kiss while you ran your hands through his hair.

Three words you couldn’t say were said with this action.

He gripped your tight pressing you harder against the wall, his knee separating your legs.

While the enemies were gone for long, he continued.

He continued kissing you across your jawline then across your neck earning soft moans from you until he turned back again, giving you another kiss.

“I want to do this since the day I met you” he kissed you again “Darling”

“Obi-Wan” you breathed and he hummed against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“I love you” you cupped his face and kissed him, softly this time “But we have to go,” you said and he let go of you.

“Only if you promise that we’ll continue what we started”

“Of course”

“Then we can go”

And you left, your hand holding in his tightly, fingers tangled together.

Thankfully, your way out was clear and you made it to the ship which was camouflaged.

“Took you long enough” Anakin commented when you entered the ship hands still together. But you didn’t know if he meant about the two of you or the mission.

“Did you take the information we needed?”

You both nodded and sat next to each other.

 “Where are we heading now, Master?”

“Home, Anakin”

“Oh, to finish what you started?” he asked a grin on his face and you both stayed still. The comm. You had forget it open.

You and Obi-Wan exchanged a worried look.

“Don’t worry, Masters. Your secret is safe with me. Just make sure you turn off the comm link the next time”

“Anakin”

“Sorry, sorry”

With that, he started the ship and you headed home.

And because Obi-Wan is a man that keeps his promises, you indeed finished what you started.

[skarsgard-daydreams]

For the Eric Northman ask:

I liked the idea of Eric getting ready to defend [reader] from some asshat, but then just watching her tear into the guy herself.

Like, he's watching over you as you work around the bar and some guy tries to creep. Eric's got his fangs bared, ready to attack, but you've already got the guy's arm pinned and your throwing him out of the bar.

I can just imagine Eric thinking "Oh damn 😲 oh DAMN ��🤩" and just going feral when he gets his hands on you. Because Eric would do anything to protect the people he cares about, but it's hot as hell when he sees what you're capable of.

Take whatever liberties you like, I just love protective Eric 😍

Protective Eric is *chef's kiss*. But "that's my girl" Eric? That's another level.

As the nights grow darker and Halloween approaches, malcontents and mischief-makers flock to Fangtasia. Eric keeps a watchful eye on you whenever you're tending bar even though Pam tells you most of the vampire clientele would never lay a finger on you.

"He's marked you," she explains, reapplying her blood red lipstick in the mirror. "Anyone who touches you would have to be stupid or suicidal."

"Marked me how?" you ask.

Pam closes the gold cap of the lipstick with a soft click. "You reek."

The conversation still lingers in the back of your mind when a pack of rednecks you knew in high school roll into the bar later that night hoping to find the lawless pit of lust and murder that their mothers warned them about. One of them, a tall guy with broad shoulders and a face that makes you want to slap him comes up to the bar.

"You gotta be shittin' me," he says. "You're vamp bait now?"

"What are you drinking, Junior?" you ask, doing your best imitation of Pam's flat, bored tone.

"Busch Light."

You start to pour the beer and grin spreads across his face as if he thinks you're serving him because he's so irresistible and not because it's your job. His gaze drifts down to the neckline of your top, which you picked out that evening to tease Eric. Not the white trash guys whose greatest accomplishment in life was not getting kicked off the high school football team when they were caught huffing duster under the bleachers before practice.

"You wanna close out your tab?" you ask, sliding the glass across the bar.

"Naw," he says, still smirking. "Keep it open."

You can't be bothered to think about Junior or his posse of idiots for several hours because the bar is packed. Several elegant vampires arrive and Eric takes them to his office with a grim expression. You swallow your fear and try to focus on work, grabbing bottles of TruBlood three at a time and emptying bottles of Jack Daniels like it's the last whisky in existence.

Suddenly, Pam's lips are at your ear. "I told you to take a break two hours ago." She pries a cocktail shaker out of your hand and gives you a sharp look. "Eric already thinks I overwork you. Get lost."

You take off your apron and grab yourself a bottle of coke from the fridge. "I'm just gonna go get some air," you tell her. "I'll be back in ten minutes."

The night air is heavy and smells of cigarette smoke when you step out into the alleyway behind the bar, but it's blissfully quiet. You pop the top off the coke bottle and take a sip as Junior appears from the shadows, the tip of his cigarette glowing orange in the dark.

"I've been wondering all night why they got you behind that bar instead of out there dancing in that get up," he says, moving in close to you and exhaling a cloud of smoke in your face.

"You're drunk." You roll your eyes and try to push him aside, but you feel his hand slither across your bare midriff and start to slip under your shirt. The silver switchblade in your pocket is at his throat in an instant. Junior raises his hands in surrender and takes a step back into the brick wall behind him as he stammers and swears.

"Jesus Christ, woman!"

You shove him against the wall and lower the blade toward his belt buckle, white hot anger blotting out your fear. "Touch me again, Billy Ray Junior," you hiss, "And I'll cut off your little pecker and mail it to your momma."

A door creaks open to your right and the long shadow of a familiar tall figure appears at your side.

"I suggest you listen to her, William," Eric says in a low voice. "I think she's serious."

Junior looks between the two of you, searching for a way out. "She came on to me!" he sputters.

"Oh, did she now? That changes everything," Eric muses coolly. You can almost sense his lips curling into a dark smile as he steps in closer, speaking in your ear loudly enough for Junior to hear. "Go on, then. Cut his 'little pecker' off," Eric says, the phrase sounding ridiculous on his tongue. "I don't think he has much use for it."

Junior's eyes widen in horror. "You fuckers are crazy!"

As satisfying as it might be to carry out your threat, you have no great desire to see Junior drop his pants, so you gesture with the knife instead. "Get the fuck out of here, Junior," you shout as he flinches away from the blade. "And don't ever show your face in Shreveport again. If you do, we'll know."

"She's right," Eric quips. "She has spies everywhere, and the vampire sheriff wrapped around her finger."

Junior is trembling against the wall, trapped between you both. But you can't help looking over at your lover, who is trying to hide his amusement behind a stormy facade.

"I'll be sure to tell him you said that," you say with a grin.

Eric shrugs. "He would not deny it."

At that moment, Junior tries to slip under Eric's arm and make a run for it, but the vampire seizes him by the shirt collar and slams him against the wall. "Get your friends and leave this place at once," Eric growls. "Before the lady changes her mind vis-à-vis your 'pecker.'"

"Y-yes, sir," Junior whimpers. "And ma'am."

Eric shoves him away from you both, sending the former high school quarterback crashing into the dumpster. "Run, you pathetic louse."

You fold the switchblade shut and tuck it back in your pocket, watching Junior stagger from the alley. Eric's cool lips brush your temple.

"Well done, pet," he murmurs.

You turn toward him and rest your head against his chest as his strong arms surround you. "That was a pretty lie."

"What was?"

"That I have you wrapped around my finger." You lift your head to look at your lover, who arches a blonde brow.

"Don't you?" he asks. "I left two members of the Authority to come to you."

"I didn't need any help," you say, kissing his cheek.

Eric grins. "I see that."

"If I have you wrapped around my finger, I want a raise," you say with a mischievous smile.

"Done."

"And a paid vacation," you add, trailing your hand down the black shirt stretched over his muscled chest.

Eric slides his hands down over your ass and picks you up, carrying you in through the back door. "Done."

You drape your arms over his shoulders and nip at his neck. "With you."

"Name a destination," he says, his voice a low growl as he throws open his office door.

"Tuscany." You give his short hair a small tug and he suddenly throws you down across his desk, inhaling your scent at the crook of your neck.

"Done."

"And a house," you add, grinning as he tears impatiently through the fabric of your shirt. "And a shirt."

"I already bought your house," Eric murmurs, nipping at the soft flesh of your breasts.

You gasp softly. "I want a second one."

"Done," he says. He plants his hands on either side of your head and shifts to look you in the eye, his unruly hair falling into his face and his irises dark with passion. "Anything else?"

You open your mouth, searching for something else to add, but he grinds his hips teasingly against yours, and a needful whine escapes your throat instead.

A smirk spreads across Eric's lips as he tangles one hand in your hair and slides the other down toward your center.

"Say no more."

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A/N: Still playing catch-up! Hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 911

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, PiV sex, unprotected sex, sex in a closet, creampie, both parties are semi-clothed, some fluff? Kinda?

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Being in a relationship is hard when both parties are involved in a war. Yet, you and Rex manage to make things work, even if it is a little...unconventional at times. 

Like right now.

The supply closet that Rex had dragged you into has become a familiar one. Not only because you are in and out of it all day with your job as a medic, but also because Rex for whatever reason has chosen this specific space as the one to hide you both away when you can’t get a moment alone.

It’s also conveniently sound proof. So, no one can hear the rattle of supplies as they fall to the floor when Rex pushes you up against the shelves, lips devouring yours like a man starved.

“Waited weeks for this, Cyare,” he murmurs between kisses left on your skin, his deft fingers undoing the buttons of your top as you begin working on his codpiece, “Our deployment couldn’t have ended sooner.”

You smile at the meaning behind his words, “I missed you too, Rex.”

You thought he would respond, say something sweet back like he usually does, but instead you’re met with another mind melting kiss as he shoves your skirt down your legs, taking your underwear with it. “Rex, what-” but a sharp nip to your lower lip silences you as bronze eyes blown wide with lust finally rise to meet yours. 

“Please, cyare,” he begs lowly, hands dropping down to grip your bare thighs, “I can’t - I just - can I-”

“Maker,” you moan out, skin heated with anticipation and cunt dripping from the moment you entered the small space, “Please, Rex. Yes, please, just do something-”

You had to say no more.

In the blink of an eye Rex hoists you up against the shelves behind you, strong hands holding you steady as he slides into you in one swift thrust. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively and a sharp cry rips from your throat at the sudden feeling of fullness. You feel no pain, but after weeks of using your fingers, it takes a moment for you to adjust to the soldier. A strangled groan leaves Rex’s lips as his hips meet yours and he drops his head to rest against your chest, mind reeling as he tries to keep himself from spilling inside you right then and there. 

It’s been too long. And you’re so wet and warm and hugging him so snugly he can’t even seem to take in a full breath. As usual, your entire being overwhelmed him completely, and it takes you squeezing his shoulders tightly and a high pitched whine leaving your lips to finally get him to move again.

More supplies fall around you as Rex sets a steady pace. His cock brushes up against the most sensitive areas inside you at this angle, and makes you see stars with each thrust. “Shit,” you hiss, nails digging into the black beneath his armor as he continues to spear up into you, his own fingers no doubt leaving marks behind as he grips your thighs in a vice. “Rex I - I think I’m close,” you manage to stutter out between gasps of pleasure.

Rex nods quickly, sweat beading on his temple before trailing down his neck and disappearing beneath his blacks. “I know,” he grunts, hips starting to lose their rhythm, “I’m close too. Maker,” he moans, leaning forward to press his forehead against your own.

It only takes a few more well aimed yet sloppy thrusts from the man holding you to send you over the edge. A comforting warmth washes over you as your release runs through your veins and you gush over the Captain's cock, pushing him to his own end. 

His hips snap up, pressing himself flush against you and pushing you harder into the wall as he spills inside you. You watch as he clenches his jaw, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as breath grunts slip through his clenched teeth. 

He doesn’t let you down immediately, instead dropping his head down to rest against your chest, warm breath fanning over the sweat damp skin there. You reach a shaky hand up to rest against the back of his head, fingers scratching through the short blonde hair you love so much as you both try to catch your breath. 

After just a few short moments, Rex sets you down slowly, both of you sighing as he slips out of you and your feet touch the floor. You instinctively clench your thighs together as you feel him leak out of you, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips at the blush that darkens the Captain's cheeks. 

“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly, hand rubbing at the back of his neck. 

You shake your head as you stoop down and pull your underwear and skirt back up your legs before standing and taking his hand in your own. “Don’t be,” you say gently, pulling him closer to you and bringing your lips to meet his own in a quick kiss before pulling away and sending him a sly look, “Now I’ll have something to remember you by during the rest of my shift. And hopefully something to look forward to when I get off?”

A smirk of his own tugs at Rex’s lips as he pulls you closer to him, bronze eyes sparkling with mischief, “I’ll see you in 0600 hours, Doctor.”

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Lifetime of Love

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Overstimulation, Mythology AU, Demi-God!Suga

Prompt: Mythology

Summary: As the son of Aphrodite, Suga knows more than most when it comes to beauty and love. But knowledge and experience are two very different things. OR Suga finds true love.

A/N: This is my contribution for the HQHQ NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this prompt. As always, thanks for beta-ing @sawamooora

Being the son of Aphrodite has its perks. Even as just a demi-god, Suga is borderline ethereal, naturally drawing men and women to him with his dazzling silver hair, enthralling hazel-brown eyes, and coquettish charm. It’s effortless, the way he wakes up looking just as radiant as ever, the way his hair is naturally shaped and styled even after tossing and turning in bed. Clothing is just a technicality, just fabric he wears to not risk indecent exposure. Why waste time and effort thinking of putting an outfit together when he could wear a burlap sack and still have admirers flock to him?

It’s not a bad life and he knows others stare at him with envy, wondering what it’s like to be so beautiful, so loved, so wanted, so desired. Never an off day. Never a hair out of place. And truth be told, maybe more of his mother runs in him than he likes to admit, if the swell of pride and satisfaction he gets from having everything in life handed to him on a silver platter is anything to go by.

Life is easier for beautiful people. It’s a hard pill to swallow for the masses, but a reality that Suga has no qualms taking advantage of. After all, he might as well get some benefit from being a goddess's son, even if his mother and him don’t always see eye to eye.

Suga can appreciate beauty and love. Aphrodite has taught him to have an eye for the finer things in life. He’s not stubborn enough to deny that he enjoys waking up entangled in silk and satin sheets, surrounded by a beautifully decorated apartment, to reject the ecstasy he feels when he has one or more playmates in his bed.

But love of the flesh is different than love of the heart, and he wonders, despite how blasphemous it is to question a deity, if his mother truly understands what love is.

Aphrodite’s love is a seemingly fleeting and fickle thing, a fire that blazes bright and strong, only to burn out just as quickly as it had risen. And he judgmentally watches as she bounces from man to God to man to God again and again, grimacing whenever he meets his “family”, knowing how she’s slept with most of the other gods in Olympus.

He has no doubt that in her own way, she truly has loved each entity she’s slept with. But he wants something different, something less promiscuous, something less shallow. He wants true love, a love rooted in something much deeper than superficial appearances, a love rooted in a connection of souls, a love rooted in the bond of two people truly seeing and knowing each other’s flaws and strengths, yet still determinedly pursuing each other.

So he steadfastly continues on, searching for the one.

There’s no end to the line of people who practically throw themselves at his feet, desperate for a chance to catch his attention. He goes on endless dates, entering and leaving countless relationships. Some attempts are longer than others. Some partners have hope churning inside of him, have hazel-brown eyes sparkling in interest. But in the end, they’re all the same and the flutters of his heart become anchors of disgust inside of him when he sees their leering eyes, the lust driving their actions, the way they never see past his handsome face and attractive body.

No one sees Sugawara Koushi. They only see the body of a man literally blessed by the gods.

Maybe it was naive of him to believe that he knew more about love than the goddess of love herself. Maybe sleeping around with other attractive bodies is all his life will amount to, can amount to. And as he watches the people around him break-up, divorce, chase after some happy ending that seems more and more unattainable, he gives up his rose-colored dream of a fairytale romance.

But life has a funny way of dropping something in your lap just when you’ve given up all hope.

Aphrodite had not been amused when Suga had told her he was going to be a teacher at a local elementary school in the countryside. Children and parental instincts have never been her forte, and he remembers the long winding back and forths they had as she implored for him to rethink his decisions, flaunting modeling and acting opportunities in his face, anything to have his handsome face plastered on televisions and magazines.

But he had remained steadfast in his decision and she had finally relented, shaking her head and letting him know that she’d be ready to help him when he’s done wasting his gifts and time.

“You’re only part-god, Koushi. Your beauty will only last so long.”

He knows there’s no malice behind the words. It’s just a cold hard fact, a reminder. And he simply nods in response, secretly wondering if that would be so bad, letting age take its toll and put him on the same playing field as the rest of the world.

But he has years before he crosses that bridge and he dedicates himself to finding fulfillment in life by caring for and teaching the children in his class. A megawatt smile spreads across his face as he watch them play and excitedly call his name, politely ignoring his fellow teachers who parade themselves in front of him for an ounce of his attention, never entertaining the married mothers of his students who try to lavish him with unnecessarily exuberant gifts and woo him with fluttering lashes.

It’s a tiring never-ending dance, so when he hears about the arrival of a new female colleague, he internally sighs, no doubt in his mind that you’ll be just like the rest. So imagine his surprise when you just casually smile at him when you’re introduced, no interest in your eyes, no lingering gaze, before turning your attention away from him without a second glance back.

He wonders if it’s a fluke, hopes and prays that it isn’t. It’s almost comical, complete insanity, how his heart races, his eyes blow wide, just from your sheer nonchalance. And for the first time, it’s Suga who’s left wistfully staring as his eyes trail after your figure even long after you’ve turned the corner of the hallway.

He’s seen his mother’s work, seen the way humans pursue their love interests with almost fanatical effort. But he had never understood, not until now.

It’s an intoxicating feeling, addictive, the thrill of the chase energizing him in a way he’s never felt before. It’s hard, meticulous work finding reasons to visit your classroom, finding ways to weave himself in conversations you’re a part of. But it’s always worth it when he sees the genuine fondness in your eyes, the way you look and really see him, the way you care about the man underneath the shiny facade, in a way no one ever has before.

And when the two of you go out for a friendly lunch one day, when you order his favorite dish that he’s only briefly mentioned to you once in passing, without even missing a beat, his heart stops. It’s something no other partner has bothered even taking note of, too busy trying to impress him with high-end meals and fine dining. And just like that, he blurts out his confession, heart hammering, fingers nervously twitching as he awaits your response.

For many years to come, the two of you will debate whether or not that lunch counts as your official first date as a couple.

Dating you is everything he’s dreamed of and more. And for once, Suga feels like just another regular man, a normal human being as he holds your hand in his, giggling and sharing stories, feeding each other bites of food, lazing around on his sofa watching TV.

But as a romance movie runs in the background and the main couple kisses after the male lead raves about how stunning his lover is, he turns his attention to you, curiosity nagging at him, a tiny tendril of lingering fear squirming inside of him.

“What do you like about me?”

There’s silence as you owlishly blink and look up at him, surprise and confusion flitting across your face as you try and process where this question is coming from. But when you see the worry, doubt, and insecurity muddling your boyfriend’s eyes, you interlace your fingers with his and cuddle into his side, resting your head on his shoulder as you continue gazing at him.

“I like the way you always insist on getting the highest spice level at every Chinese restaurant we go to that serves mapo tofu, even though you complain about your mouth burning all night long afterwards.”

Suga chuckles, unable to deny the truth of those words.

“I like the way you act like a clueless angel even when you’re wreaking havoc and chaos, you big trouble maker.”

This time Suga does try to plead innocence, although all he can do is sheepishly grin when you start listing off event after event of mischief he had instigated and encouraged, much to Daichi’s and Asahi’s dismay.

“I like how patient and gentle you are with your students and your old underclassmen. I like the way you nurture them, mentor them, encourage them to keep on going, keep on trying even when the going gets tough. And I like how you instill that belief in your own life. If we have children of our own one day, I know you’ll be the father I’ve always wanted for my future kids.”

The weight of your last sentence hangs heavy in the air, the meaning, the hope of a lifetime promise has Suga’s jaw dropping. But when you shyly look away, nervously biting your lip as he just dumbly stares at you, he jolts back to reality and you yelp as lips suddenly crash against yours.

Sex with Suga is always sweet, with a hint of spice when your lover is feeling particularly mischievous. But it’s never been like this, full of desperation, untamed desire, a want so deep that it leaves both your minds in a hazy disarray. You gasp as you’re firmly pushed down, until your back hits the couch and you’re moaning into the mouth pressed against yours, your tongues tangling with each other in an attempt to taste every crevice.

The wet sounds of your lips connecting and disconnecting over and over again, the frantic sounds of fabric being rustled and tossed off, they all mix in a passionate symphony punctuated by breathy declarations of love, by whimpered names.

You throw your head back as a hot wet mouth sensually carves a path down the column of your neck, to the delicate swoop of your collarbone, sighing in bliss as they end in the valley of your breasts, two hands gently tweaking and rolling your nipples. And then fingers are replaced with a tongue, with lips, and your back arches, body writhing, seeking more, more, more as you wildly grind against your lover’s body.

Usually Suga likes to take his time with you, unwrap you piece by piece, unravel the strings that tie you together, coax the prettiest sounds out of you. But today something more carnal, more desperate, more raw spurs him on, and he feels more beast than man as he devours you, plunders you, marks you as his for all eternity.

“Koushi!”

You wail as he wastes no time in quickly snapping his hips, filling your slick walls with his cock. There’s an urgency behind his pace you’ve never felt before and you dig your nails into his shoulders, eyes rolling back in your head, lewd moans echoing in the room as you wrap one leg around his back, the other dangling off the couch.

You’re not sure exactly what the trigger had been for this, but you’re not complaining, pussy walls only clamping down even more when you see the feral hunger in his eyes, the drag of his cock against your insides even more pronounced.

He can feel your end approaching, sees it in the way your head tosses side to side, the way your eyes glaze over, and he brings a hand between your bodies, toying with your clit, circling it, rubbing it, never losing his rhythm as you begin to convulse, body thrashing, nails scratching his skin, a debauched version of his given name rolling of your tongue. Only when you begin to whimper, shaking hands trying to grasp his fingers still playing with your oversensitive nub does he relent, smiling down at you as you entwine your fingers with his as he continues to thrust in and out of you.

Suga’s been told he looks like an angel time and time again, but as he stares down at your completely ravaged and exhausted form, the way your chest heaves up and down, the sheen of sweat on your skin, the after tremors of your body, the duality of how you cling onto his hand despite your wanton state, he thinks you’re the true angel here. Maybe a fallen angel, but an angel nonetheless and he can feel his balls tighten, the last shreds of his endurance ripping apart at the seams as he takes in your breathtaking appearance.

But he needs more than that, needs you, needs you here and with him, and he meets your lips in a bruising kiss, a silent demand for your attention, adjusting his hands until your fingers are interlocked on either side of your head.

“Look at me.”

He patiently waits, peppering your face with butterfly kisses, slowing down the rocking of his hips. You’re so tired, heavy eyelids wanting nothing more than to close, but you’re still in a rocky ocean of pleasure, body still registering and reacting to every touch, every move. And when his soft voice makes its way through the fog, you know you need to listen, you want to listen. So you turn your eyes until they lock with hazel-brown, a weak smile plastered across your face when you see the love and affection pouring down onto you.

“I love you.”

Both of you grin as the three words unanimously exit your mouths, but the smile is wiped off your face as he resumes his pace, tempo beginning to stutter, his own head being thrown back in ecstasy as he approaches his end. Your overstimulated body is barely hanging on by a thread, pathetic mewls dripping from your lips, and you keen when sticky spurts fill you, Suga’s cock buried balls deep inside of you as he breeds you, coating your quivering walls with his essence.

Suga gently lowers his body on yours, capturing your mouth in another kiss, one much gentler as both of you catch your breaths, bodies feeling soft and pliant as post-coital bliss wraps around you like a fluffy blanket.

Beauty is a fleeting thing. His mother’s not wrong about that.

But love? Love isn’t nearly as fickle as beauty, he thinks, as he holds you in his arms. And he smiles, letting himself be lulled to sleep by your rhythmic breathing, dreaming of the long and full life still ahead for both of you.

[vivi-the-goblin]

Prepare for trouble from the cat full of boasts, and make it double as I'm splitting the posts! I'm not making the same mistake I did with that pesky pikachu by trying to fit too much into one message, the other forms will soon follow, sorry for disappearing again. Meowth is a large-headed cat known primarily for having a faux-gold coin on its head and fighting flocks of crows over shiny objects. It lives in temperate forests, eating rodents and collecting shiny rocks. Their lust for all that glitters draws them into the cities of the world as alarmingly intelligent alley cats. They occasionally gather in small family groups for protection if needed, but even the largest colonies never exceed a dozen due to their bickering and lack of self control. The only thing stopping the kleptomaniacal mischief-makers from being declared a public enemy is the rumor that they bring luck. This holds some weight, as they tend to scatter coins when startled and live off pests, making businesses generally more successful. At 7 a meowth will lie upon its hoard to sleep, awakening to find a portion of it gone but its body tripled in size. This new form is known as Persian. It resembles a mountain lion with a shining jewel on its forehead, which is rumored to be larger depending on what was absorbed in its transformation. It carries itself as a noble- haughty with dignified elegance, but keeping a keen eye out for any advantage. Its strikes are not to be taken lightly either, as it will lunge with precision and make swift work of its foes. Its arrogance isn't to the level of stupidity, it will never underestimate a foe. Make no mistake though, a slight to its pride will have it attempt to wound even a friend without hesitation. Rarely, an especially intelligent meowth will recognize the transformation approaching and refuse it. The innate magic will instead warp it into a fully sentient creature, and quite the intelligent one at that. They tend to mature somewhat as people and join rag-tag groups. This is not from becoming less petty or rash, but from the loneliness of waking as smart as a scholar while their peers are still beasts. Although their brash mouths and increased intelligence get them into even more trouble than before, they are fiercely loyal to those few who put up with them.