#a gift 🤭

[blu3haw4]

Teaser

Second and original on the list of commemoratory posts for the anniversary of the 100 finale, a teaser of a very late future shot for Wanheda’s dagger week. (born from a prompt sento to me along long time ago)

Highly recommend reading it as a movie trailer with “This is how we do” by Katty Perry playing on the background

“I just-” Lexa groaned  “I was-”

“Thinking with you pussy, clearly”

“Raven!”

“How could you be so stupid?! Okay. Whatever!” Raven rolls her eyes “Now…” She leans forward conspiratorially with a smirk “Details!”

She forgot anything she thought as an answer when she turned to look at the absolute goddess standing now next to her.

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The Night Before

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Raven took her shot clean before turning to the blonde “Thank you for that. I’m Raven, and this-” She grabbed Lexa’s arm and swiftly moved out of her stool and placed Lexa on it “Is my bff Lexa. Have fun!” she shouted before scurrying away.

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Chasing her lips as they both smirked. “I’m Clarke. By the way”

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“Here it goes” Clarke lets out

“What does?”

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“You have no idea how hot your response was” Clarke whispers directly into her ear, they’re engrossed in this push and pull of moving to initiate a kiss and withdrawing a second after, chasing and dodging a kiss that they both so desperately want but neither is willing to give into… yet.

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There isn’t any cathartic moment before they decide to leave, it’s really just them dancing and kissing one moment and the next Lexa is leading Clarke out of the dance floor to where she last saw Raven.

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Even without music they slide right back into their chase, kissing shoulders and necks, sucking on earlobes and biting jaws.

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When Lexa expected a quick foreplay before hurrying to bed, Clarke took her time kissing all over Lexa’s neck and shoulder, biting her earlobe collarbones and jaw, always going back to her lips for a heated kiss

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“Put me down” Lexa sighed into Clarke’s mouth, needing to have a little control over the situation.

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With one boob in her mouth and the other in her hand, Lexa’s free hand moved to single-handedly unbutton and unzip Clarke’s trousers

“Clarke, look at me” she ordered

Raven whistles, cheering her on “That’s what I’m talking about! This is why we’re friends”

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Present time

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“Okay, what’s next? Are we about to make me really fucking angry?”

Chuckling, Lexa bites her lip “Almost” she smirks…

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“How though? For her to have f- Oh! … Oh” Raven smirks devilishly at her

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“well she reached out…” she continued quickly “and I… well, I wasn’t gonna complain” she finally looked at her best friends smirking conspiratorially.

“Nah-ah!” Raven shakes her head, giggling

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“Damn!” Raven nods approvingly “Told ya… kinky”

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Lexa sighed daydreaming a little, caught in the memory of just how much fun she had with Clarke. “I just had to kiss her”

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“Wait- Hold on” Raven raises her hands, frowning so deep that her eyes close for a moment. “You noticed?”

“We talked about it. Actually”

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“Oh yeah! Because that fixes everything!” Raven glared at her pointedly, sarcasm loud and clear. “God!” Raven covered her eyes leaning her elbow on the table “I’m terrified at the thought that half the shit that comes out of your mouth is my doing”

Lexa giggled triumphant “Thank you”

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“this is literally the only thing that might actually save you from my rage so don’t lie to me!” Raven points angrily.

“I’m not! I’m serious!” Raven narrows her eyes still.

“For real?”

“Fuck yes”

Coming soon...

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The Night Before

Clarke’s bedroom

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[butchharts]

the way I tried to serve face after bawling my fucking eyes out 😭😭😭

[seyvia]

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Here's a little Giftie for you! I had intended to give them to you from the beginning, but I truly appreciate all the requests! they kept me going~

(づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ♡

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NOTES

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All of them have outfits, skills, careers, likes and dislikes, lifestyles, etc etc. Everything I thought would fit the characters best, you can check it all out for yourselves! (Some have more than others (ᵕ—ᴗ—)ʱªʱª ) you can change these to suit yourself.

on the gallery too, but that doesn't include cc, so they'll definitely look a bit off.

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𝕊𝔼𝔹𝔸𝕊𝕋𝕀𝔸ℕ 𝔻𝕆𝕎ℕ𝕃𝕆𝔸𝔻 (sfs)

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𝔼𝕃𝕃𝕀𝕆𝕋𝕋 𝔻𝕆𝕎ℕ𝕃𝕆𝔸𝔻 (dropbox)

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lots of credit to all the cc creators!💖 and done!

[solbaby7]

Hiii, can I get a margarita with a salt rim on the rocks, please? Thank you!💕

[ “got a mouth on you. someone should teach you how to use it.” + smut + rhysand ]

-> BLURB BAR <-

Rhysand liked wild things—had this affinity for collecting strays; plucking them from their prisons and providing a life of freedom and luxury.

Maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to you. This rabid animal of a thing with a serious aversion to proper clothing and absolutely no regard for others personal boundaries. “Back for more charity work?”

“Is that how you think of my visits? I’m hurt.”

You look down at him with amusement, crouched low on a branch with a skirt so short it takes effort not to stare. “We both know you aren’t,” You make tree climbing look easy, bare toes trodding across branches that don’t look sturdy but hold strong bearing your weight. “What’d you bring me this time?”

Rhysand dangles the wicker basket before him with two fingers. He’s teasing, offering; luring you in closer as the laws of the Middle insists that its lands and the creatures in it must welcome you and not the other way around. “Come see for yourself, trouble.”

He’s grown fond of the wild way you move, confidently twisting and ducking through the forestry—the breathable linen of your strapless top flows with the breeze. Handmade necklaces kiss at your clavicle, all braided leather with bleached bones, carefully woven shells and shiny geodes. Once you get close enough he can see the neat braids peeking through loose strands, interwoven thread adding pops of color in haphazard places. “More naughty words on paper,” You chuff out when the weight of two books sits in your hands. The pages are pristine; probably first addition and perfectly cared for. “Always knew you High Lords were just pampered perverts.”

“Didn’t seem to bother you when you read the last two I brought you.”

Rhysand is sure he’ll have dreams about the pretty blush on your cheeks. He’s certain fantasies have planted their seed with intent to grow and grow like fucking ivy until nothing in sight could be see but you and that feisty furrow of your brow and the sharp roll of your eyes. Curious hands dig around the basket, sifting through cured meats and cheeses, parchment paper and oil pastels, rich fabrics and a case full of fresh sewing needles. “You trying to turn me into a fucking housewife or something? Charcuterie boards and fixing the buttons on your rich boy clothes.”

“Got a mouth on you.” Rhys chuckles in amusement, aubergine irises twinkling with silent adoration. “Someone should teach you how to use it.” You don’t seem the slightest bit ashamed when forcing him to hold onto your things, urging him to follow with a jerky nod of your head. “Could start by saying thank you.”

“Make me.”

Something in the air shifts. It alters the way he stands. Awakens a creature lurking in his shadow and its sights lock on you—the female with no fear of monsters. No, instead you hunt them, wrangle them up and tame them. Rabid beasts crooned into fucking house pets and Rhysand yearned to be the stray you took pity on. “Make you use your mouth properly? Or make you say thank you?”

“Both.” He’s hooked; shoes sinking into your footsteps until thick forestry breaks into a clearing with a house built smack dab in the middle. It’s surrounded by flowers, lavender and lemongrass guarding hand built basins labeled with fresh produce to fend off freeloading animals. Ivy creeps up one side of the greenhouse attached to the back. “Show me how to do it like they do in the books you bring me.”

Is it possible for a mouth to dry up and salivate at once? Because Rhys suddenly finds his in an odd mix of something in between. You barely notice the clumsy way he sets aside your basket of goodies but you’re fully aware of the eager way he pulls you in, stopping you from taking a step further. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

You scan the length of him, running over the strong set of his shoulders and the practiced ease in the way his arms rest at his sides. Every breath strains against the soft cotton of his shirt, solid muscle radiating warmth when you rest the palm of your hand against it. It’s a slow drag down and you feel no shame for your curiosity when exploring the length of his abdomen, fingers hooking in the loop of his belt. “I’ve got a pretty good idea.” The metallic click of his belt unbuckling, the sharp undoing of tied dress pants. “But, I’m a visual learner.” Rhys’ heart throbs in his chest when you sink to your knees, blood rushing lower until the true extent of his affection towards you is standing at attention in your face.

“I can help with that,” He’s already easing down the top of your shirt, groaning at the sight of bare breasts and pebbled nipples. “Though, my teaching style is a little more…hands on.”

You don’t have time to ask what that means when he’s giving you exactly what you asked for; tugging down his pants just enough to show off a throbbing erection, ruddy tip leaking pre-cum. Two fingers tap at your cheek twice and you have no control over the way your mouth drops open.

He knows he’s being a little rougher than he should—it’s probably your first time giving head and yet he can’t slow down his movements. You don’t even complain, breathing through the way his cock is fed to you, spit glistening along the length and dribbling down your chin. “Quick learner, aren’t you?” Rhys praises so prettily, such nice words spewing free as if he wasn’t rutting his prick down your throat.

Thumbs clear away the tears from under your eyes when you gag. The rasp of his voice urging you to work harder, to hollow your cheeks and run your tongue along that vein that has blunt nails digging into the nape of your neck. Swears spill in a sloppy slur, hands guiding the bob of your head until his release shoots down your throat with a choked grunt.

There’s no way you don’t look a mess when you peer up at him. Fucked out eyes. Tears tracking down your cheeks. Bruised lips. A wet patch dripping down your chest and still you utter the words, “Thank you.”

Just perfection and something inside him screams ‘mine’ the same time Rhysand replies with a breathless, “You’re welcome.”

[sceebybeeby]

this pin is queerbait

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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[skialdi]

🌸🌸🌸

Royai for the soul. Belated birthday gift for my dear friend @reigningsniper. Love you!!

[falllpoutboy]

Jeremy Allen White talks about Ayo Edebiri directing in Season 3 of #TheBear

[rebouks]

She knew-.. Robin was sure of it.

Despite her warmth, he’d always been slightly unnerved by aunt Alma’s presence; there was something odd about her that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Some people were harder to read than others, like Alex, but it was still possible.

Alma’s mind was like an impenetrable vault in comparison. Any attempts to feel or hear anything she did were met with a metaphorical brick wall, leaving him reeling as though he’d collided with it head first-.. but not tonight. Tonight, Alma was like an open book, and Robin was convinced she was doing it on purpose.

She’d told him all about her struggles as a child; how she didn’t fit in, how people teased her for being too sensitive, how hard it was to figure out who she was amongst the clamour of everyone else’s inner most image of themselves-.. all the while allowing him unlimited access to those very memories, like a handpicked blooper reel, just for him. Of course, that wasn’t the case though.. was it?

Alma had stopped talking now, but Robin still wasn’t sure how to react. He sat in silence instead, staring at nothing in particular for far longer than what could be considered normal.

“Can you hear me?” he thought, deciding to try a little experiment.

Nothing. Okay, so she couldn’t read his mind-.. then what the heck was she getting at? How had she so succinctly summed up his entire existence in less than fifteen minutes?

“I would’ve liked somewhere as quiet as this when I was young, it’s a shame we didn’t have an attic…” Alma offered, clearly trying to relate to Robin’s situation in any way she could. He still wasn’t entirely sure why, but she clearly wanted to help, and Robin didn’t know anyone else who understood him as well as she did, so perhaps he ought to let her try. He finally abandoned his switch and cautiously joined her atop his favourite, motheaten couch.

“What’re you getting at?” he said bluntly, curiosity getting the better of his manners. Alma chuckled softly, “You’re just like your father.” “It’s genetics, apparently…” Robin let loose a brief grin, glad to be compared to Oscar.

“I don’t know how exactly, but you’re different, Robin-.. and I thought it high time you knew you weren’t alone, and that we can’t let these things get the best of us.” Alma smiled softly as she spoke, but Robin was still too wary to be completely transparent. “We?” he asked, dubiously. “We’re few and far between, but you’re certainly not the only one who’s a little.. special, shall we say? That’s better than different, maybe?” Alma suggested.

Robin hummed thoughtfully, shaking his head, “Special is just another word for different, or weird.” Alma scoffed playfully, “And what’s wrong with being weird? I’m weird-.. we’re all a bit weird!”

“How’re you weird?” Robin asked, squinting at Alma accusingly. “Well, I can sense things I certainly shouldn’t be able to.” Alma started, excited to be getting somewhere. “Emotions radiate from people like a space heater-.. they’re not always pleasant, of course, but I can soak them up if I want to.”

Robin blinked, “Only if you want to..?” “Uh-huh.” Alma nodded. “You can block it out?!” Robin spluttered, suddenly and completely forgetting to maintain his ignorance before swiftly correcting himself. “I mean-.. it sounds like you can pick and choose, right?”

Alma nodded once more, “It wasn’t easy, but I spent a lot of years practicing.” “Years?” Robin sounded crestfallen. “I didn’t have a mentor…” Alma winked.

Robin allowed himself to smirk, figuring he might as well drop at least part of the act at this point. He was still a little nervous about being approached about such things so brazenly, but at least he knew why Alma perturbed him so much now, she was blocking him out on purpose-.. and she couldn’t read his mind either, which was always a plus.

The last thing he wanted was for anyone to know that he possessed that particular ability. Who’d want to hang out with someone who could access their inner most thoughts, the one’s they’d never dream of saying out loud? He shuddered involuntarily, hoping he’d never meet anyone that could read his.

Clementine finally nudged Robin, dragging him back to the present with her ghostly touch. “She looked right at me just then-.. she smiled! Did you see?” Robin spun around, realising that Alma had almost begun her descent. He must’ve missed her goodbye. “Wait!”

Alma paused expectantly, causing Robin to second guess himself and retreat into silence. “I won’t be far, sweetheart-.. whenever you’re ready.” Robin shivered as Clementine poked him again, “She can definitely see me…” “Can you, uh-…”

“See the ghost poking you?” Alma giggled, sounding far younger than she was. The vault doors had snapped shut again by now, but Robin got the impression that aunt Alma was just as excited as he was to find someone else who was weird. “Can you hear her?”

“Maybe-.. though I’m quite sure she hasn’t said anything yet.” Alma peered at Clementine expectantly. “Hey!” Clementine exclaimed as Robin tried to shove her into action, his hand ending up halfway through her waist instead.

“What? It’s not like you can feel it.” Robin snorted. Alma laughed heartily, thoroughly amused. “Well, I heard that-.. you two are good friends, huh?”

Robin nodded slightly, releasing a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. “I thought I was the only one who could see her-.. that maybe I was going insane…” “Far from it, honey! You hit me up whenever you feel like it, okay?”

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Roy Kent, Phoebe, Phoebe’s Mum, & Jamie Tartt

Ted Lasso 3x10: International Break

bonus:

[mjtheartist04]

Happy FruitBats🦇🍒 day and Happy Anniversary to my wonderful sweet darling wife @hypocriticaltypwriter

Already One year of being best friends and yet it feels like we’ve been friends my whole life🥺…

God I sometimes don’t know what to say because I feel like words are not enough to express how much I appreciate and love you…

Thank you…gosh! just thank you for being such a supportive and caring friend! for being there for me when I needed it and for making me such beautiful thoughtful gifts. I always admire the person that you are, so kind and hardworking, always bringing a smile on peoples faces, one of the sweetest and kindest souls I’ve had the honor of meeting…i couldn’t ask for a better friend💕🥹

I treasure every little moment and every little memory we have together, my days always become so much brighter when I spend them with you, even if it’s just for a small moment, you’ve never failed to put a smile on my silly face. and I can’t wait to spend many more years and make lots of new memories with you🫶

Love you to the moon and back🌙💖

[crocordile]

Irene and Sophos enjoying some time off, an illustration inside my gift fic 'Between the mountains and the sea' for @saessenach for the @hamiathesgiftexchange!

[crybabyfucktoy]

daily throat training like an obedient little fuckdoll🩷🌸🎀

[skitskatdacat63]

Thank you f1 for being canon compliant and putting Fernando in his habitual Santa suit

[marihem]

She gifted him the shirt he's wearing. He gifted her a Smiths album CD.

And I gift you, @the-writing-mobster, this art. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, dude!^^ You're the most friend ever and I can't be thankful enough. Wish you the kinder days every day from now on 🍻💙💙