#Scott Wind

[thedozen]

[beinghuman11235]

Your reward is a world made barren by your own hand

[dumbasssdoodles]

“See, wind waker Link is the only Link to have not been born with the spirit of the hero. Since the hero of time was removed from the timeline there was no spirit to reincarnate meaning that Wind waker Link was just a random guy who had to manually fight for and find the triforce to gain his title as the legendary hero-“

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: The Last Lines

Choose one of the last lines of these literary works, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

“He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.” —Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818)

“After all, tomorrow is another day.” —Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind (1936)

“She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.” —John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

“Are there any questions?” —Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (1985)

“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” —Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926)

“She called in her soul to come and see.” —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

“There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.” —Kate Chopin, The Awakening (1899)

“It’s funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” —J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

“The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.” —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

If this writing prompt inspires you in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

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[pfpanimes]

⌕ wind breaker webtoon - shelly.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[eunicecarino26]

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World x Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Vento Aero (Giorno Giovanna vs. Za Warudo)

Style is not that accurate but I tried

[koiiiji]

Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem gyaru s/o? I would specifically like Vinny you can chose any other character if you want :)

author note : OMG!! I searched some photos in pinterest, like inspiration for gyaru, and wooow!! i will definitely take some details into my style bc its sooo beautiful… i genuinely thought (idk why honestly) that gyaru is more like pink barbie in 80-90s style but it looks so cool i can’t!! sorry for such long reply, and we r mutuals so i feel even more ashamed :(( i tried with more characters but give up and done just these two!! hope you will like it💋🎗️

warning : pure fluff, vinny being softie and shelly cutie as always

vinny - he definitely have 0 idea about all fashion trends, styles and different subcultures aside from street racing… so he genuinely don’t give a fuck about your style, he crushing into person, not a pieces of clothes you wear, but once your dialogue went in all different direction, you explain him what your style specifically is and what inspired you to join this subculture, he take note in his head that as soon as he will earn more money he will buy you as many new clothes and other items as you wish.

it was one of your first dates, you were sitting together in some random cafe that you found on the way from the second-hand store to which you dragged Vinny to find new elements for your outfits.

“so… was it really necessary to spend solid 2 hours in that shop to find just few pair of shorts, skirts and belts?…” he began hesitantly, doubting whether it was worth bringing up the subject. do girls get angry if you ask them why spend so much time in the shops? should he change the subject of conversation? or maybe you want to discuss this trip to the store? it seemed that now Vinny’s brains would just explode, before you he had not had to communicate so long and closely with girls. when you looked up at him, it seemed to him that his heart skipped a couple of beats - your eyes literally sparkled with joy and fun.

"of course it was!! if you want to find really unique things, then there is no place better than a second-hand store! of course, you need to try to find something really worthwhile, but when you find that very thing.." you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut, smiling so sweetly and swaying back and forth with impatience

"...oh right, let's go at my place today!!! i'll show you why we spent so much time there, these shorts and skirts will just go perfectly..." Vinny continued to listen as you happily chirped about your ideas of what to wear new things with, and it seems you also mentioned new places where you wanted to take photos together with him, and much more. at that moment, Vinny didn’t cared about anything as much as your smile. you were so sincere with him, you smiled so brightly, just like a little star in his hands, and he suddenly remembered that pleasant, soft and warm sensation in his chest, just like in rare moments from childhood. your touch pulled him out of his own thoughts as you gently shook his hand, looking questioningly into his eyes.

"didn't you listen to what i was saying?" you squinted suspiciously. "wh... what?.. no, i heard everything.."

laughing in response, you pulled him towards the exit of the cafe, in direction to your house. at that moment, it seemed to Vinny that there were no problems around, and he was finally felt like ordinary schoolboy. yes, you were the one who helped him still stay sane. you were his own little star.

shelly - 100% fashion intusiast so she highlighted your style immediately, and liked it!! as i mentioned before, she definitely would post tiktoks/insta stories with you, admiring how cool and beautiful her girlfriend is.

“hey, let’s go shopping together after school? how about finding some new stuff?” shelly said excitedly, coming up from behind and hugging you. it was the last day before weekends starts, so after school you could relax and go shopping in search of new things, maybe you will be lucky enough today and you will find some cool archive things from 2000s.

"oh my god, look at this!!" Shelly squealed in delight as she ran up to you. in her hands was Vivienne Westwood's archive white handbag, with silver chains as handles and with a distinctive badge. it needed a little repair, but for the price that was offered for this handbag, it was worth it!!

"Shelly is so cute, how did you find it?!" you exclaimed joyfully, picking up the bag from her hands and examining it from all sides. today it was a really cool piece, and after picking up a pair of pumpons and key chains for a bag, you headed to Shelly's house, deciding to celebrate this purchase with a sleepover at her house, her grandfather wasn’t at home, and he anyway liked when you two hang out together.

"what do you think about ordering something to eat and putting on makeup together? we can shoot something in tiktok! oh! or let's film unpacking for this baby, what do you say?" you asked her excitedly, as you remembered that Shelly always wanted to try your makeup style and clothes you usually wear. and she was so pleased that you remembered such little things that she mentioned once quite a long time ago, and they were deposited in your head. hugging you tightly around the neck and whispering a quiet thank you, Shelly took you by the arm and headed for her home, excitedly offering you ideas for posing and which sound you should choose for your tiktoks.

[paperdice]

Hello hello! Welcome to my blog, I was a reader for a long time and after so many x reader fics I often found myself reading inaccurate character writings. after resisting the urge to take things into my own hands, I caved in.

<*͜𒅋彡𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒!

I will not write..

nsfw on minors, characters has to be 18+ for nsfw

aging minors just for nsfw

knife play or anything that involves pain for sexual pleasure

yanderes

canon x canon

I will write!..

fluff

nsfw

angst

mostly anything

<*͜𒅋彡𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒!

x reader (sfw/nsfw) :CLOSED

Feel free to be specific if you have a longer request in mind, the more specific the better!

hcs that includes reader (sfw/nsfw) :CLOSED

The same said from x reader applies here!

character match ups (sfw) :CLOSED

Tell me about yourself and I will assign your match, if you want it from a specific fandom please tell me! If you want it to be a romantic match, set that too!

<*͜𒅋彡𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒!

ANIME

mha/bnha black butler fire force saiki k love is war windbreaker

VIDEO GAMES

sally face tf2 cookie run sonic the hedgehog cuphead bendy and the ink machine scp foundation fnaf

OTHER

undertale aus spooky month creepypasta madness combat inside job lackadaisy

I vow that I will try my best to make the accurate character writing I said I would.

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

(im)perfectionist

vinny hong x jo!reader

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

warnings: SFW, fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, mentions/flashbacks to vinny's shitty childhood. jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, female rage, implications of academic pressure, middle child trauma, second person's pov (you, you're, your), ANGSTY, lowkey self-indulgent, SPOILERS everywhere, includes momma bear vinny but then reader is also kind of a momma bear, reader is NOT yumi, but yumi still exists here. lmk if i forgot anyth

note: i can't stop tossing and turning while reading s4 lol this is how i cope. vinny pls come back now im bawling my eyes rn

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None of the recontres you had with Vinny Hong in the entirety of your life was normal.

The first time you encountered him was when you accidentally bumped into him in a vulnerable state while walking home under a light rain shower after a tiring day volunteering at the hospital your parents were working in. The light pouring rain hit your umbrella with soft thuds as you were finding your way through the alley you accidentally passed by after taking an alternative route, but getting a little lost in the process.

You shuddered when you heard a groan. You immediately looked around and kept your guard up in case it was a kidnapper. But no, it sounded like one of pain. Stopping your tracks and pulling over your feet, you looked around the alley. Your eyes expectantly scanned until your eyes found the source of the grumbling noise. There he was, slumped against the wall.

I knew it, you thought. It was a man. How cliché. His head was bowed down so he couldn't see you. Let me guess, a high school boy was mobbed and injured somewhere and now is left to die in a dark alley to be found lifeless once the sun rises?

You scoffed. If only you had all the time in the world to be a delinquent, that will most likely be where you're meant for. These high school boys are wasting their lives when they unknowingly have the time to choose to be a better person. You discreetly envied how these kinds of people can still choose how they'll live their lives, regardless of presence of sense for separating actions between good and bad.

And so you walked past the alley.

Your steps slowed down as the man groaned again, this time followed by a rustle. A slight pang of guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. Damn it, this wasn't–

You reluctantly looked back to where the man sat. You've always sworn your life you wouldn't meddle in anything that wasn't your business. But for some reason, the guilt of having the ability to help but refusing to, drowned your fixed principle.

Just as you were having an inner banter with yourself, your feet made the decision for you instead and took you to him. You pushed the button on your umbrella to automatically close it, pointing the sharp end to the stranger. You weren't even sure if he's still alive because he suddenly quieted down after that last groan. Only the light from the nearest post gave you an unclear sight of the man and the fluff of his fiery red hair.

One of his hands fell limp on the floor while the other was covering his wound. It seemed like he's been in the same spot for minutes yet the distinct bright colour of fresh blood told you the injury happened not very a while ago. You weren't sure of how to approach him properly, so you lightly kicked his leg once, but he didn't respond. So you kicked him for the second time, this time, harder. Finally, he responded by quietly groaning in pain once again.

“Who… the hell… are you…?” He weakly questioned as looked up to squint and take in your face, but your figure was against the light from the lamp post, so your silhouette was the only thing he's capable of registering. Even when in pain, his voice still sounded atrocious. Like he's someone used to speaking to people harshly. Luckily, you weren't intimidated for a single bit. It'll take a lot more than harsh tones to drive you away. You've been there.

You fumbled inside your tote bag to search for your phone, “Who are you to ask?” When you got ahold of your phone, you turned the flashlight on and you got a clearer view of the blood oozing out of this stranger's side, staining his hand in the process. It looked like a stab wound, judging from the volume of the blood oozing out from the wound.

“As expected.” You raised your hand to point the sharp end of your umbrella to him once again. “I will help you. But if you attempt to do anything funny, I'll stab you on your other side, too.”

Your first option as was to call immediate professional help. As you tried to dial the hospital hotline to call an ambulance, your phone kept indicating there was no service. The signal's jammed. You almost threw your phone to the nearest wall out of frustration as you hit the side of it with your palm. You side-eyed the man behind you.

Shit. Now what? This kind of stab wound is fatal, especially because he already lost plenty of blood beforehand. It wouldn't bleed that much if the penetration wasn't deep. It might have even hit a vital spot. Calling for help now will be difficult because of this deserted alley and the continuous pour of the rain didn't help either, plus, your phone has no service.

“I don't need… your help!” he glared at your silhouette and cursed himself as he shut his eyes tightly while attempting to sit upright, enduring the excruciating pain on his side.

“You're quite obnoxious for a dying man.” You looked around to search for more resources. This is a closed alley. If you leave him here for another minute to find help, he might completely lose his consciousness, he was already limp in the first place. You were left with no choice. Your hand hesitantly reached to fumble around your bag once again until you got an OS, gauze pads and sterilized medical stitching needles.

Your mother would be furious if ever she finds out you stitched a stranger's wounds. You can only imagine her yelling, "Patients are not your playthings and the Medical field is not your playground! Who are you to perform Medical procedures? You're not even a Doctor yet!" Yeah, for sure Dra. Jo wouldn't be so pleased to find out her daughter's attempt to fix someone up. You kneeled and looked at the stranger. You needed to gain his trust as professionally as possible.

“I won't ask your name since you're clearly hard to talk to. I'm [Y/N]. I'm no Guardian angel of yours. I do light voluntary work in hospitals and I have current trainings on how to attend to emergency patients. But I'm still a high school student so I'm not yet licensed. Anyway, going to a hospital will always be the safest option, but I have knowledge about stitching wounds, at least. I'm going to temporarily stitch you up so you don't lose more blood, then we'll get you to a hospital once I find phone service.”

You surveyed his overall state, he looked very pale, although it's easy to tell that he's naturally pale, by losing a lot of blood, he's getting even paler each passing second. You were running out of time.

“Do you consent to this?” You asked him calmly through your glasses.

He breathed out heavily. You knew he was wary and reluctant. Which is understandable. But if it's not you, who else will do it? You heaved a sympathetic sigh. As you unemotionally tell him about the circumstances of his skepticality, that you well acknowledge.

“Hey, you might have a family member waiting for you at home. They would be devastated to just hear from the news that you were found dispatched and lifeless out here in the morning.” you looked around, left and right. Right now, you're the best chance he has if he wants to live. “I won't force your consent out. I haven't touched you anywhere yet and I wouldn't if you don't want me to, so I can just leave you here without me being a potential suspect of your murder. But you should probably think about the ones that didn't know their last sight of you alive was the last they'll get, ever.”

He looks at you for a few seconds while he grits his teeth, before he slowly, lightly nods. Shutting his eyes and removing his hand from covering the wound, implying that he had put his trust in you.

You checked his carotid pulse first. Just as you thought. Erratic and weakened. And then looked over to watch the shallow rise and fall of his shoulders. Shallow breathing. He definitely lost a high volume of blood already. You hastily started disinfecting everything—your hands, the tools, even the gloves. You checked his expression. You gave him a heads-up before lifting the side of his shirt to attend to the wound properly. You began working up and stitching the wound on his right side. You looked at his face once again that's being covered by the shade of the unfinished constructions caging the alley, while going through your first stitch.

“I'm sorry, this is the only option, for now. I'll find more professional help after this.”

He had no more energy left to open his mouth and reply. He grunts in pain while you were busy ushing the needle through-and-through. You asked him to bite down on a cloth while enduring the pain, since you didn't have anesthesia and he can feel every poke of the needle on his skin. You stitched him with precision with your skilled hands. Your hands were painted crimson red during the process.

This wouldn't be your first time stitching. You've done this a couple of times, but only to a simulator. You pulled yourself together as you kept in mind that a person's life is in your hands this time.

While you were focusing on the stitches, all the stranger can muster are croaky groans, as the pain of the wound and the stitches stung, so you tried to do it faster. When you were done, while wiping your blood-stained hands, you noticed how his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was wincing in pain. He tried to look up at you again, but his sight of you was blurry.

“Don't worry, that'll be removed at once when you're taken to the hospital. What I did is only first aid, and you already lost a lot of blood so we still need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.”

You pushed your knees to stand up and find phone signal, but before you can, his hand rose and reached for yours.

“No.” He clutched your hand to stop you. His hand was rough—and also large. You have large hands for a female, but his hand almost completely enveloped yours.

The side of your lips shifted downward while looking down at him. “When I said trust me, I only meant temporarily so I can temporarily close your wound. I didn't mean with all your life."

“Just no hospital.”

“You must really want to die.”

He gripped your hand tightly from the severe pain he's enduring. You know how much pain he's going through right now and he didn't mean to do so, so you let him squeeze your hand.

“I would rather die, than pay a hospital bill.” he weakly held on to you, falling completely unconscious as his head fell on your lap. You furrowed your brows and put his head into a more comfortable position.

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

You coming to his rescue definitely doesn't just end with a few stitches.

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always remember to put seeking professional help as top priority if you ever encounter this kinda scenario irl

[kittsyspaw]

✦ ❝ 𝐋𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐨 ❞

𝑆YNO ✦ .ᐟ Girlbf!Shelly Scott has a wet dream about you after you show her your hidden piercing, only to wake up at the good part

WARNING !¡ Girl x girl, Smut, scissoring aka clit against clit, Oral(kind of), clit piercing, AFAB!Reader, Shelly being clingy n touchy idk what else

Girlhood, womanhood. Whatever the term was, it represented girls, an element of it was also the friendships, unbreakable bonds between two or more girls. You and Shelly had immediately clicked like a puzzle piece, like this cooperation was destined to be, you once found her in a public bathroom and she asked you for your lipgloss and that's where the journey started between you two.

Shelly loved winter, the cold breeze that tingled every miniscule pore on her face, her freezing hands and skin. The way the snow crunched beneath her uggs or landed on her hair gracefully then withering away like it never was there, leaving a trail of just a barely noticeable sparkle.

All-over.... this winter was special. December 25th. Her Christmas present that was delivered to by fate itself, santa had sent one gift too soon.

It was the season where she had met you. In that public bathroom. She was insufferable from you ever since. Your hand was always caged by her warm one. She loved your personal space, she loved using your stuff, she loved pecking you or playing with your hair. It just made Shelly feel more intimate with you.

Ever since.... everybody doesn't approach you anymore approach you and Shelly.

Eleven months later and you two were still as close as ever, things had changed, you two grew together like twins that were separated as kids and soon... you rented out a high-end apartment together, Shelly was living the dream. Tasting a delicious bite out of her couple love story that was only playing out in her imagination.

Giggles and gossip were always divided between the harmony of you both, an arm hooked around yours, your walks matched pace and you exchanged new stories or talked about your favorite things, maybe even planned a date on the next tuesday after finishing school. Shelly knew all your belongings and you knew hers. She told you about a boy that she had met on her trip to Korea that she fell in love with, in reply, the blonde had discovered the relation you had with this one girl before.

And then, Shelly had been thinking about that, so...you were with a woman before? Like in an actual love relationship? In the present now, she was sitting right beside you on your bed, scrolling on her device when a picture of her popped up, an insanely beautiful one where the sun extended the attention on her blinding golden locks, her light, shiny blue eyes staring at the camera.

It was a picture that she really cherished of herself, she took it when she first stepped out of the airport in Korea. An extremely important memory to her since it was the day her life took her on a rollercoaster ride.

The girl dimples marked her face when she curled up her moisturized lips in a gentle smile, turning her phone to show it to you. Her brain sorted out all her dreams so now she was wondering whether you found her attractive or not. Pride ran in her veins at her gifted face, she knew she had a unique beauty that had all heads twisting in her way, people falling or crashing into walls or poles when they gawked at her, her confident walk, nose high in the air and make-up flawlessly done.

Shelly, when she first got to know you, didn't focus on your looks it was your personality that made her giddy. She loved your aura and the way you socialized with others. You refused to badmouth people badly, always claiming that everyone has their reasons and shouldn't be judged. Those words had been trapped inside her heart, she was shaken by the way you carried yourself it made others pull in to you like you were a magnet, Shelly being one of them.

You were so ready to help others, it reminded her of someone...

Eventually, the blue-eyed woman had taken note of an assumption, she didn't really flip any pages in your diary of experiences, history and secrets. Only a few. Shelly always blurted out everything to you, no matter what, she just couldn't keep anything inside her for long and had to get it off her chest. "Soo....y/n. Do you have a crush on someone Atm?"

"i guess so? Dunno girl, why do you ask?"

Shelly gasped playfully, hitting your arm before applying the oily liquid on her lips, smearing it on them by pursing her lips together. "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it! Is it someone i know?" Her heart pumped in excitement, hoping for an answer that would satisfy the dopamine that rushed through her nerves in the second.

The laugh you let out sounded just like a melody, Shelly felt blessed to be able to attend the wink of time as you did so, supporting her head by placing her chin on the center of her palm. "Yes, it's actually someone you know. But anyway, did you see what you-know-who did in Spanish class?!"

Her jaw dropped to the floor at the memory that partook in the special course you both decided to take to relieve some highschool fragments from the past. It was amazing, the course teacher was funny and so were the other people that learned some new things there, it was more like a friend gathering. "Yes i did, i was literally trying not to run out of class...okay but the girl with the red hair? i can't believe she has nipple piercings! You could literally see them through her shirt, it's honestly so cool?"

You tilted your head to the side a bit, taken aback by the exclamation, jealousy striding forward with your response "Seriously? I also have a hidden piercing." The shock that fell on Shellys face made you grin deviously, laughing a bit before shaking your baby hairs away from your eyes. "You're joking. Show it to me. Now." Her whole posture changed, the blonde sat up, crawling closer to your side of the bed and taking your arm to hug it.

Looking up at you with pleading eyes and pouted lips, Shelly made a puppy face, "please, please, please, pleaseee!! Show it, there's no way that i haven't seen it yet, you're the worst!!" She was only tugging on your arm as you teased her by rolling your eyes.

"it's somewhere... private, Shell."

"okay? I won't be disgusted. I find piercings really hot...unless it's on your anus or something..."

Sharing a laugh with her, you playfully told her that it was near there and the way her face dropped so quickly had your lungs hurting from the way your noises filled the room, lighting it up with your cheerfulness. "You dork, it's just a clit piercing." Her blue eyes bulged out of their place, a hand slapping over he wide open mouth.

"shut up....Show it to me, please?"

Eyeing her in lively disbelief, the woman held another begging expression which made your whole body heat up, your cheeks were warmer than a heater at this point as you closed your eyes, taking a breather. "Shelly, you sure?"

The girl chewed with her pearly whites on her lower red flesh, nodding quickly. The glimpse in her pupils showing you the cravings she held. Shellys blue painted fingernails curled at the waistline of your sweats, pulling them towards her, her mouth watering as she watched the way your body moved, muscles defining your molded body parts.

She caught a glimpse of the lace covering your heat and thanking the dim light that shined on the ceiling, Shelly furthermore twisted out another detail of the wet-patch spot on your underwear

"Can i...?"

Your head nodded on its own, searching for a friction to satisfy your needs. Using your weak knees as support, you snatched down your sweats, revealing your panties, Shelly couldn't help but whimper at the sight of your piercing being shaped by the fabric of your underwear.

A VCH, standing short for vertical clitoral hood piercing.

She curled her finger around the material, sluggishly sliding it from the position down where it hugged your flesh so magnificently. She progressed every second as the second pulse in her body went on, her puckering hole searching for a touch to bring it to its edge.

This was more drugs. It was a dangerous element that made you addicted when you took a sniff. The euphoria makes you claw at your body for more, rip the supple flesh and present it just to get one more taste. That element was you.

Shelly was lucky, she always has been. This was her second early sent gift from Santa, she must've been the number one on the list because there's no way she gets to witness something this mesmerizing. Just as your underwear only stuck at your pussy lips, the metal from the piercing sticking out on the bundle of nerves.

"mhm... you're a mess already."

Pointing that out as she lifted your hoodie above your breasts, hissing at the sight of your perky nipples that bounced in her hazy vision. The girl started masking your tummy with open mouth kisses having you shivering and trying to tremble away when she reached your pearl.

The blonde pushed you back on the mattress, leaning her upper body down with you in a way it made her bubble-butt stick out in the air. Shelly made out with your pussy, her other hand was gliding up your thigh until it could prod at your entrance, smiling as she used her tongue to pleasure you when they slid right inside.

The confident girl sat back on her calves, gaping at the sight she created. You were messy, breaths forced out of your body. Her fingers continued running up and down your slit but they stopped, circling your clit before squeezing it then flicking it.

"A-ahnn!!"

Your tongue lolled out your lips and glossed over eyes rolled back into your brain. "Cryin'? Would you cry even more if i pinched you harder?" With legs squirming and kicking around, your partner pleasuring you, took off her restraints, leaving her half naked in your bedroom. Shelly made infinity figures on your clit with her tongue, nudging the metal. The pulls on her hair sending electricity right down to her own little bead which she wanted to feel on top of yours so badly.

With globs of liquid covering her chin, sparkling beneath the lightbulb, Shelly tried something else out. She pushed your knees to your chest, getting a hold of your thighs before she whipped up your creamy and sticky cum like cream. The luscious tingle on her tongue made her sit up, using the muscle in her oral cavity to clean up the sides of her mouth that formed a smirk as if you were one exquisite meal.

She draped her leg over your thigh, sitting on top of your tummy so your pussys squished against each other, mixing your juices. Shelly started out at a slow pace before her hips rapidly buckled against yours, your clits rubbing together and kissing. She was impatient, crying out for more.

"Oh my love...."

The view was magical, Shelly cried out at the cold of your piercing that had a peripheral lingering effect on her pussy while yours was on fire. "Im so close," sobbing in pleasure, your torso jerked up, followed by your lower body. The blonde was blinded by pure bliss, focused on the sticky liquid that honeyed your swollen and throbbing lips like a glazing as she grinded over you, chasing her high.

She lit on fire. It was all so unreal, her? In bed with her crush? The one who's a disaster beneath her right now? Pawing at the pillows and her ass?

"Shelly! shelly!"

"mhm...! Ack·!"

Abruptly gasping, she woke up with uncomfortably drenched underwear, sweat on her forehead whereas her hairs stuck to it like glue and breath cut short. Wiping away the drool from her chin, she looked around the room perplexed.

Well shit....she ruined a perfect paradise. Did she fall asleep after you showed her your clit? It was a picture...right?

"Are you alright, Babe?"

No, she was just embarrassed that she had such sinful ideas about you.

Her heart skipped too many beats as you walked into the room looking at the dishevelled Shelly, her hair out of place, the eyebags beneath her eyes and finally her flushed face when she saw you. "Oh my, are you running a fever?"

Ngl im going crazy with these one shots.

But who cares, i have a long way to go with practice.

Lyrics taken by FLVCCKA, Song; El maña

[random-jot]

[thedozen]

Scott Wind (& Roman Newton) — Jealousy

Знакомство Скотта Винда и Честера Кейпы 1 сентября 2015 года было неприятным для обоих парней. Скотти уже знал, что некий Честер заинтересовался его девушкой — Сарой Вейв. Ну а Кейпе было известно, что его новая знакомая, в которую он влюбился с первого взгляда, встречается с кем-то. Так что неудивительно, что два парня, испытывающих нежные чувства к Саре, воспылали ненавистью друг к другу сразу же.

Ревность была для Скотта чем-то незнакомым. Новое чувство, которое будто отравляло и обжигало сердце, пугало Винда. Чтобы справиться с этим, Скотти в первый же день знакомства с Кейпой написал песню: сначала текст, а потом примерные ноты для гитары и пианино. Так появилась Jealousy.

Чтобы проверить подобранную музыку для Jealousy, Винд обратился за помощью к новому лучшему другу — Роману Ньютону. Этим парни занялись на втором для них уроке творчества в Школе Четырёх Стихий. Скотт играл на пианино, а Роман — на гитаре. Первоначально подобранные ноты не казались идеальными для песни. Друзья тут же принялись менять звучание, но никак не могли найти того самого. К счастью, им на помощь пришёл один из одноклассников Винда с факультета Воздуха. Некий Дэниел Олсон умел играть на барабанах и предложил добавить ударных. Дуэт Ньютон-Винд согласился. Новая музыка пришлась всем по душе, даже присматривающей за классом, некоторым студенткам и студентам.

Так что именно сегодня, 2 сентября, и родилась Jealousy. Давайте же в честь этого послушаем прекрасную песню о несправедливой ревности в жанрах поп и R&B.

Оригинальный текст:

[Intro] We were a great pair But now I'm jealous of you And it's all because of him… [Verse 1] He wants to destroy our love He wants to take you away from me I hope he is unrequited in love And you truly love only me [Chorus] We were a great pair But now I'm jealous of you I know it's not fair I have to trust you Sorry that I'm such a fool I know jealousy is not cool [Verse 2] He wants to be with you He wants to get rid of me I hope he'll stop loving you And he won't kill me [Chorus] We were a great pair But now I'm jealous of you I know it's not fair I have to trust you Sorry that I'm such a fool I know jealousy is not cool [Chorus] We were a great pair But now I'm jealous of you I know it's not fair I have to trust you Sorry that I'm such a fool I know jealousy is not cool [Outro] We were a great pair But now I'm jealous of you Because I'm fool…

Перевод:

[Вступление] Мы были отличной парой Но сейчас я ревную тебя И всё это из-за него… [Куплет 1] Он хочет разрушить нашу любовь Он хочет забрать тебя у меня Я надеюсь, его любовь безответна А ты по-настоящему любишь только меня [Припев] Мы были отличной парой Но сейчас я ревную тебя Я знаю, это несправедливо Я должен доверять тебе Прости, что я такой дурак Я знаю, ревность — это не круто [Куплет 2] Он хочет быть с тобой Он хочет избавиться от меня Я надеюсь, он перестанет любить тебя И не убьёт меня [Припев] Мы были отличной парой Но сейчас я ревную тебя Я знаю, это несправедливо Я должен доверять тебе Прости, что я такой дурак Я знаю, ревность — это не круто Мы были отличной парой Я знаю, ревность — это не круто Прости, что я такой дурак Я должен доверять тебе Я знаю, это несправедливо Но сейчас я ревную тебя [Концовка] Мы были отличной парой Но сейчас я ревную тебя Потому что я дурак…

P.S. В действительности текст был написан Ликой, а музыку сочинила и исполнила нейросеть.

[goddesspharo]

We have known each other many years, but this is the first time you've come to me for counsel or for help. Let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship and you feared to be in my debt. Let's be reasonable here, Natasha. I mean, that's your big thing, isn't it? Reason backed up by murder. [Top Gun: Maverick mob!AU]

[skeletonfumes]

Only God Forgives (2013) Nicolas Winding Refn

[fluffypotatey]

y’all help i’ve got two hangster x twister aus haunting my brain and one is mostly silly and fun while the other is angsty Bradley character study

[rosalinesurvived]

yeah sure your otp may have kissed on the lips but did they bitch at each other on their first scene together like a highschool couple and then immediately get into a bloody traumadumpting deathfight that left her comatised because she protected you when you know all she wanted was to restore her family and you turned so deranged from this that you gained amnesia and recognise nobody and abandon your devout religionism for this girl and live your life for nothing but the fact that you will kill the guy who comatised her? and your boss is willing to allign himself with a terrorist group just so this girl can be revived because she is literally the only thing you worship now? Huh?