#adrian x ellie

[love-toxin]

hi! hello! just wanna say that i will give Tsung, Mel, Seóirse, Makoi, Adrain and Shura the most sloppiest, wettest, creamiest, soul taking, life changing, death dropping, flabbergasting, hypnotizing, heavenly, astonishing, leg trembling, hands desperately grabbing the sheets, leg shaking, toe curling, voice breaking, whimper causing head. (not my words, but i live by them.)

let's explore this anon :)

(cws: gn!darling, bullying, humiliation kink, orgasm denial, "dubcon" but not really, spit, teasing, gagging, extended cum release™, name-calling, dom/sub dynamics)

Tsung Lý

"Please please please please ple--please--fuck-!"

Tsung could never just shut up when you were doing your thing. God forbid you ever wanted to get frisky with him outside the bedroom, he'd probably alert the whole city to your activites and you'd have to deal with your boyfriend getting all scared and fidgety when you were just trying to get some.

"Shut up." You huffed as you brought your head up, mouth slick and lips swollen from the treatment you'd been giving him. "You're too loud."

"I'm s-sorry, baby." Tsung's whines only served to irritate you more. He was such a wimp. That quivering lower lip--no wonder everyone thought of him as a freak. You gave him a tough squeeze and he doubled over on himself, shoulders shaking as he gripped your head and tried desperately not to make a sound. The slow, wet strokes of your fist up his soaked cock filled the air with hushed, laborious breathing from his panting chest. You wanted desperately to mock him for being so hard again, but that would undoubtedly only make him hornier.

"I-I...I wanna cum-"

"You can't."

"Please."

You rolled your eyes, and wordlessly, you stuck your head back down and nuzzled it into his lap, your hair sliding through his fingers as he babbled out some plea that soon melted into nothing more than a cry of pleasure. The moment your lips touched his cock, all thought was out the window.

"Please, baby!" He cried hoarsely, desperately begging with every stroke of your tongue on his spit-soaked length. "I-I'm gonna die! Lemme cum, please, ple-hease!"

As much as you wanted to remind him "You're not gonna die from getting sucked off" it wouldn't make a difference anyways. Tsung's fingers tightened around your head, he bucked once, and he was in your throat--miles and miles deeper in than he could handle without creaming it up like a milk carton exploding.

"Glk-!" The sound of your gagging only made him stiffen up more as he came. While your nails digging into his thighs surely hurt, Tsung's grip just tightened on your head and he wouldn't let you up--in the heat of the moment, apologies spilled off his lips for his terrible indiscretion of holding your head down while he beat your poor throat raw with needy thrusts. All that filled your ears was the wet shlucking of his cum filling your throat, lubing him up to glide with relative ease despite how tight you were clenching around him. "It's like fucking one of your other holes. It hurts. It feels so good. I love you!"

Over a minute later, you finally managed to pry yourself off of his lap with a bout of coughing and gasping desperately for air. The slime that coated your mouth all the way down tasted of nothing but salt on your tongue, while Tsung laid back as gutless as ever, pale thighs shaking gently as his cock continued to spurt little jets of milky-white pearls all over himself.

"F-Fffelt so good..." He gasped as if risen from the dead, though Tsung could still barely move since he was still--still!--cumming. And he wondered why you made him wait for his orgasms. Because of this.

"Making a goddamned mess." You muttered with a hoarse throat, yet your mouth started to wet as you watched his jerky thrusts into empty air. Salivating. Drooling over a preppy freak that you found humping your pillow, and just took ownership of him since he praised the ground you walked on anyways. Tsung was a million walking red flags, and he was a creep that obsessed over you so much he basically developed a crazy sex habit cause of you. Because you're so "perfect" in his words.

You laid your head on his thigh and watched his quivering slowly draw to a close, the cum stop bubbling up, and his breathing finally even out. A series of sticky little puddles soaked into your sheets below him, the dip of his stomach, the tip where it all collected--you leaned in to lap it up and wriggled your tongue against his slit, which earned you a yelp and a desperate hand on your shoulder like he wanted you to stop. As if. The sensitivity was just a bit much.

"C-Can't do another-"

"Yes you can." You gripped his thick shaft with slick fingers, each one wetted with your spit as you let a glob of it drool out of your mouth. "You ruined it for me, try it again."

"Nooooo-" He moaned weakly and squirmed, but wouldn't pull your wrist away from him. It was all just an act, a show, and loathe as you were to give him a compliment he was an incredible actor. He could even turn your focus away from the gleam in his scarlet eyes at the thought of being touched again, of being forced to cum again, but as good as he was at pretending nothing could hide how easily he grew stiff in your hand again. Tsung shed tears as you started your strokes and began the process anew...yet you were certain that the second he got the chance, he would take over and cum in your mouth without permission, again. Again, and again, and again--that's how it always went, right up until he couldn't take your magnificent torture anymore and passed out cold and sticky.

This little freak was so fucking dead--once you worked up the stamina to punish him properly, that is.

(cws: gn!darling, brat taming, cockwarming, choking, lazy sex, extra spicy teasing)

Mel Mimiya

Mel had so little pomp and circumstance in matters of carnal pleasure--if he hadn't explained his reasons to you, you would've thought he simply couldn't be bothered to put in the same effort with you that he gave to his clients at the hybrid club. For them he would purr, and stretch, and jingle around in that little bell collar, tending to every one of their needs with a smile and a sweet voice.

But at home he was an animal, and nothing more. He humped your face with urgent vigour some days, while others he laid back and let you bring yourself to all the heights you pleased while he watched. Though no matter what, he always looked at you as though you held the world. Today was no exception.

It had been quite the long day, however. Mel was tired. Lazy. Hadn't gotten enough of a nap on his break. Now, he was taking it out on you--his adorable partner that really missed him while he was out.

"Use your tongue," He murmured amongst his nest of blankets, all laid out like some prince on his royal bed. "Lick it slow, sweetie. Had a long day."

Only half-listening, you proceeded with your plan of working him right down your throat--while his day was long and full of exertion, yours was long and occupied with nothing but thoughts of going home and going to town on your catty boyfriend. He put you in your place the minute you had him in your mouth, though. Mel flicked your forehead gently as you choked down all his inches at once, forcing you to start and pull back off with a cough. "Slow, I said. You're such a little shit-stirrer." He chided, laughing in that breathy, nearly hoarse voice of his that made your stomach twist in knots. "So needy."

"You like it." You pouted, flicking out your tongue to at least get a taste of him, which he would've paid for dearly if he hadn't allowed it.

"I do." Mel reached down and ruffled your hair with a loving, gentle touch. God, his smile could spin gold, undoubtedly. "But I'm tired, baby."

"Then let me help you relax." Your fingers squished as they wrapped around his length, your slow strokes coaxing a whine out of his throat that made him tilt back his chin in pleasure. You watched with giddy glee at his lithe tail coming alive to loosely wrap around your forearm as you did so.

"You don't even know the meaning of the word," Mel gasped, but once again, you weren't listening. Your attention was zeroed in on the way his slit pooled with a clear liquid, the little puddle atop his cock gleaming in the dim lights you turned down to set the mood. "Don't ignore me. I know you can hear me."

His stern tone really didn't do as much when he could barely keep his voice from cracking, nor his hips from squirming away from the stimulating touch of your hand. The second flick of your tongue sent him reeling, and his ringed fingers grasped at the sheets with the softest, whiniest "myaow!".

"Good kitty." Your moan rumbled right through his lap, your lips far too eager to take him in despite how squirmy he was already.

"B-Bad human," Mel gasped right back. The glower on his face right then would scare off any prey--but you had something you wanted, and only the utterance of his safe word would keep you from getting it. He so rarely used it though, because he really just liked being a tease. "You need a leash." His last syllable ended on a groan that sent delectable shivers all down your spine. "A muzzle, too."

Just to show him what you really needed, you twisted your grip at the base and made his hips buck, incidentally plowing past the roof of your mouth with a deep hiss. Mel's tail flicked to and fro while he squeezed his eyes shut, only for one of those violet irises to squint down at you with a growl at the sight he beheld. Your lips pressed right against the flattest dip of his belly, thin, dark hairs tickling your nose where you'd seated yourself. Mel couldn't help but watch with held breath as your face grew darker and hotter the longer you kept yourself down; yet you wouldn't come up for air until the very last moment you had to.

Both his furry ears twitched with delight and a sense of pride, to say nothing of the utter heat you brought on by enveloping his entire length in such a tight, soft hole that kept spasming and pulsing around him the longer you warmed him.

Mel's fingertips brushed the hair from your eyes to see you better. The vision of you like this, for him, would never fail to remind him of all he had to be grateful for--even when the moment was broken by you frantically yanking your head back and coughing as he slid out from your lips, your head obviously spinning from the deprivation as you immediately took a minute to clear your throat--and catch your breath, of course. You knelt there with a hand on your chest, huffing and puffing ad nauseum, until a peal of clear laughter rung out and Mel flopped back into the sheets.

"You're way too cute. Try again--take a deep breath this time, sweetie. Let's train those lungs of yours, ah?"

(cws: gn!darling, size difference, bondage, cock worship, soft -> rough, selkie heat cycles in action)

Seóirse Braonain

"Baby, you're gonna break the bed."

Seóirse was aghast. How you could blitz him with one of the wettest, sloppiest, bone-rattling orgasms he'd had in his life, and expect him not to start going numb and dazed and flailing about when you started back up all over again...it was criminal. It was foul.

But it was something he needed desperately, as humiliated as he was to admit it. He was a creature that desired pleasure, as many were, but more particular he was than that--he needed pleasure from you, or else what was the point of even living? If your attention wasn't on him, what the hell did he even wake up in the mornings for?

There were caveats to that, though. For one, Seóirse was big. Like, big. So in order to make sure he didn't rip a hole in your throat, or choke you to the point of collapsing one of your lungs...

...You had to come to this humiliating conclusion. He had to be tied down like an animal, bound at the wrists and ankles--subdued--and only then would you get down on your knees and service him as if it were your only job in the world.

And the worst part was that you were right. Deep down, when you had your hands on his thighs like you did right now, and you were teasing his third leg with those dastardly kitten licks? All Seóirse wanted to do was grab your head in his enormous hands and thrust. He wanted your belly pumped so full of cum he could see it swell. He wanted you to cough out his seed for a week after he was done.

But he wanted to be a good boy, and he didn't want to hurt you. So he let you tie him up to the bed, and he tried, god, he tried not to let his strength overwhelm you as you played with his cock in your soft hands.

"Mwah," Another kiss pecked so delicately to his tip, which had already flushed so dark it was nearly purple. The blood that rushed to his privates in heated moments like these always made his mind fuzzy--it made it so much harder for him to think straight, which was why he usually tried to enter you when he was only half-soft. That was....lower down, though. Your mouth was different. Much different. He could stand completely at attention and not hurt you, not even have to worry about stretching you too much or going too deep, especially when he was tied up as he was right now.

But the problem was you. When he could see that determination in your eyes, the grin on your lips, the way you poised yourself over his legs and looked at him like he was a treat?

Oh, he was completely done for.

Your lips pressed together in a soft line, glossy and wet from your own spit and the water wetting his skin from his latest swim. You always teased that he tasted of saltwater, but it never seemed to bother you--nor did the sudden, weighty shift of his erection as it twitched, excited from the warm air you puffed against it. You laughed and your eyes sparkled, and your kiss...it soon turned into more.

Seóirse watched with wide eyes as you moved to swallow the tip, how your lips managed to stretch around the blubbery flesh without pause. You were getting good at this. Your nostrils flared with a soft inhale to prepare, and you bobbed your head down--far enough that it was only an inch or two, but enough for his arms to strain against the buckles in an instinctive desire to ensure you were okay.

"M-My love?" He tensed, fist closing and releasing suddenly at the pulse of your heart around him. You merely glanced up at him and winked with a soft stroke to his inner thigh. I'm okay. That's what your gestures told him, though could he be blamed when his own size was the reason you had to train yourself to take him? He knew he would see a bulge in your throat soon, and once you fit a little more in it appeared, and he suddenly started having a much harder time just staying still.

His left foot yanked on the leather cuff around it as he writhed, the material squeaking wretchedly against his skin as his body jerked of its own accord. Your mouth was just so warm. Your tongue slaked over each vein with loving precision, every sensitive cell in his body crying out in the face of your unwavering worship. He wished so badly to be half the size just so he could ravish you without restriction, so that these damned restraints could be thrown out and he could fuck you and ravage your body like-

Cree-aack!

Seóirse's eyes flitted from you, to his left wrist, and back to you again. The cuff, once attached by a chain and padlock to the corner of the bedframe, still hung snug and tight around his giant wrist. However, the wooden pillar of his bedframe had snapped off completely, leaving the broken piece to fall and tumble to the floor by the bed with a clatter, leaving the chain to dangle uselessly from his cuff.

What possessed him to then reach down and grab your head was pure, unadulterated selkie lust, and nothing more of his reasonable mind. Seóirse yanked your mouth up and off his cock with whatever self-control still remained, and in an insatiable heat, pulled you by the back of your head to smush those pretty lips against his shaft.

Thank god you were so understanding. You would understand his desires--hell, you had a dopey grin on your face the moment he took control, and ground his dick against your face in long, deep strokes. The spit and water and precum that dribbled and soaked him down to the balls was all that could save you from the immense friction of him thrusting that monster against your face, his attention especially focused on those lips that kissed and licked and suckled around whatever spots you could manage to latch on to. This was the only way to fuck you without injury, without permanently scarring his one true love--and with the giddiness that came over you as he climaxed faster and harder than he ever had before, and painted your face with pearls of creamy, thick seed like he'd never have the courage to do when he made love to you before...

Well, maybe he would just have to make this new way of lovemaking a guilty pleasure habit.

(cws: gn!darling [w/ one unserious mention of 'princess'], dirty talk, facefucking, rimming mention, degradation, mild humiliation)

Makoi Azumako

"We literally just fucked."

"And?"

Your head poised over his lap, your hand resting at the base of his hip. Makoi had barely caught his breath before you were shimmying down there, your body still wet with sweat and spit so your skin gave off a sheen in the dim light. He'd only lit a few lamps in the paper lanterns around the room, though the futon was soft enough not to make much noise in the night as you shuffled around. The last thing you wanted was to wake up one of his relatives in the house, especially after just getting away with being all cozy under the covers.

"You want me to suck you off, or not?"

"Well...shit, I won't say no." He sighed, and folded his arms back to rest his head against them. "You're really a fuckin' freak, though."

"I'll bite you."

"Fuckin' do it." Makoi grinned down at you. He could never let you get the drop on him--he was always so smug. "Show me those teeth, kitty. Bet the blood turns you on. Freak."

"M'not actually gonna bite you."

"Good, or I'd have to beat your ass." He narrowed his eyes and reached down. His fingers slid with confidence around his soft knob of flesh, the limp appendage stirring as his grip tightened around the base. "Now get to work. Ain't gonna lick itself."

"Asshole." You muttered with a huff, easing your tongue out to swipe a lick over the warm mound of muscle. It still tasted of you from earlier.

"Wanna lick that too? Then keep the tone, brat." Just as he spoke, a gasp that was too soft for his attitude fluttered off his lips, and he settled lower into the pillows to enjoy himself.

"...Maybe a little bit."

"Freak." He groaned with an arch of his back as your tongue met the base of his shaft, his fingers fisting into the pillows under his head. "Tell you what, you can shove your tongue up there if I get this kinda head every day. Ffffuuuuck..." His voice slurred, eyes rolling back the second your lips met his sack. "Goddamn angel mouth. Give it a kiss, princess."

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, the exact one that he used to tease you more often than not. Makoi guided his cock by the base to tap the head between your eyes, and with little provocation--despite how degrading his command was--your sticky lips met his tip and you flicked out your tongue to lap up the salty, bitter taste of precum. He urged you on all the while, watching greedily as you swallowed inch by inch his thick, veiny cock, up until your nose was buried in a bush of black hairs at the base.

"Mmh." He laid back again, one hand perched behind his head while the other gripped yours through your hair, just to make sure you stayed in place. Just to tease, he tilted your head in a slow circle to watch how your throat bulged with his length, to see how your eyes watered until you beat once on his thigh and he let you pull off and sputter before you choked. Makoi laughed, and in the midst of you huffing out another insult, he gripped your hair again and shoved you down open-mouthed on his dick again, ensuring you took in every last inch again like the good cockwarmer you were.

"Just shut up for once, babe. Sound so much cuter with a mouth fulla dick." He humped his hips once just to see your reaction, and at the sight of you braced to take him without gagging he couldn't help but let out a pleased sigh. "Yeah, you like that? Bet you love suckin' on this fat fuckin' cock. E'en more than you love humpin' it, right?" He cackled wickedly as his hips slowly started to pump against your face, voice slurring at a faster pace now that he had a warm hole to plunge into. He was always like that. Cockdrunk, but it was almost always his own cock he got high off of.

Shluk, shluk, shluk, shluk--the sound vibrated in your ears with each thrust, the tip of Makoi's dick making a distinct smack each time it kissed the back of your throat. His hips forced your head to tilt back each time, like every buck was a strike to the face, and the feel of his balls smushing against your chin when he paused and slapping the skin wetly when he didn't was just plain degrading. Mako loved to embarrass you in private, but maybe you also just liked to be embarrassed, too.

"Fuckin' like that?" You could just slap that smirk right off his face, whether it got you off or not. Makoi's chest heaved over your face with long, laborious breaths; whether he liked it or not, he couldn't keep up a pace this dirty for long. Not with you. Not when you were just an absolute angel for him. "Suck dick so fffuckin' good, christ-"

A cord snapped in your boyfriend--something deep and primal, no doubt--and in a matter of seconds, his hands were gripping your shoulders and he was throwing you over on your back, his cockhead just barely smearing your own spit on your lips before he plowed his way back in; now with his knees by your head and his body hunched over you from the neck up. With one hand gripping the back of your head and the other glued to the floor by his totally sweat-soaked futon, Makoi's voice rumbled through your body with a string of vile comments one after another: "G'nna fuck you fuckin' stupid after", "Don't you dare goddamn spit", "Lessee that fuckin' gag reflex"--each word vibrated through your very bones and had you moaning around the bulge wedged deep in your throat, in exactly the spot where Makoi pounded in his last thrust before there's a groan that you're sure resonated throughout the whole house.

Glug. Glug. Glug. Glug. The noises your swallowing made were enough to plaster a dazed grin across Makoi's face, who seemed more than satisfied with feeling your throat rise and fall with his hand cupped over it. Then, and only then, would he slowly slide his way out with a final pop and a breathy sigh at the milky trail he left down your chin. Still grinning like an idiot, he brushed his thumb over the sticky skin and licked it off, before planting a kiss squarely on your swollen lips.

"Fuckin' cutie. So lucky you're mine."

(cws: gn!darling, established marriage, hatefucking, rough sex, crying, adrian's submissive & breedable for once...sorta)

Adrian Moorwell

Adrian was barely through the front door when you jumped him.

It was a surprise attack--no particular occasion, you just couldn't help but get worked up through the day. Your husband was gone too long and you'd been fighting for the whole weekend. Part of you thought he might've been happy to get away from you and your complaining, if only for a bit. But it seemed as though he was only in shock as you dropped to your knees and pawed at him, ripping open his pants so fiercely you popped both buttons off. He'd have to sew them back on later. For now, you had one thing on your mind.

"Honey--honey, wait! L-Let me get the door closed-" Adrian stumbled, his file folders hitting the floor for papers to scatter as he fumbled with the door handle behind him. Too late. You already had his pants halfway down his thighs, and though you had few neighbors to snoop on you, perhaps the birds living in the trees that lined the walkway would forever be traumatized by your face planted squarely in your husband's crotch.

You hummed almost absentmindedly as your lips sealed around the crease in his tight boxers--you thanked god he always wore the ones close to his skin, because without even an ounce of stiffness in it, you could see the imprint of his cock in them from a mile away. You wouldn't bother with pulling them down; it was more entertaining to feel him pulling lightly on your hair when you started suckling him through the wetted fabric.

"Shit!" A rare curse exploded out of his mouth as the door thudded closed, and with a thump his back fell against it and you had Adrian in the palm of your hands--or more aptly, on the flat of your tongue. Even you could hardly believe the sheer length of him bundled up in all those tight pants his students would gawk at and whisper about, and even colleagues of his would wonder between themselves if he really was packing all that people thought he was. If you ever cared to assure them, you would say that he most certainly was.

Adrian fiddled with his fingers on your scalp for a moment before shakily speaking up. "I f-ffigured you were still-"

"I'm still pissed." You cut him off, and he flinched as if you had bit him. Honestly, you were more annoyed that he forced you to pull yourself away to answer rather than what he asked in itself. "Take it out."

"Wh--Why?"

"I wanna see it."

Finally, Adrian huffed, and his attitude started to come out as he straightened himself out--though he gave in and kicked his pants completely off his legs first, leaving him only in a pair of underwear with the biggest, darkest stain on the front.

"I'm your husband, not a whore."

"Just show it to me."

He sighed, and against his better judgement, he slid his thumbs beneath the waist of his wine-coloured boxers and slowly peeled them down his hips, the fabric rolling up in waves as they came down those long, dark legs. Even still half-soft, his cock stood out impressively against the rest of his lower half, though he stood awkwardly in his front hall still wearing his turtleneck from a day of teaching classes. Next to his spouse that he'd been fighting with all weekend, suddenly on your knees for him. You moved in for the kill, but at the last second Adrian's rough palm stopped you by the forehead and gently pushed you back.

"You're not doing this in the hallway." Ignoring your huff and the pout spelled out on your lips, he stepped past you and trusted you would scramble up to follow, which you did. "Let's go to the bedroom."

"S'too far." You replied from behind, and in the instant that Adrian stepped through the doorway into the sitting room, you let slip a smirk and started pushing him back until he stumbled and fell backwards into the sofa. Not even his scowl could mask the wide-eyed stare he gave you once you stood over him and stripped off the robe you'd been wearing since your afternoon shower. Even in the heat of an argument, he couldn't deny the power your body held over him at any given time.

You threw the robe at his face and on instinct, he breathed in despite his annoyance at having his view blocked. The moment he yanked it off and tossed it aside, you'd already gotten down again and crept towards his lap like a lion stalking its prey. Over the arm of the sofa you clambered, and before he could sit up completely your five fingers met his chest and you shoved him back against the other arm, your eyes dark and misty with lust.

"Honestly, I wanna fuck you, but you pissed me off too much this week." You murmured as you pawed your way down his body to his lap, so your knees propped your ass up while your cheek came to rest on his inner thigh, inches away from your prize. "So I'm gonna suck you off, and you're gonna take it, and then I'm gonna find something to do while you sit here and mope."

"I don't mope." Adrian scowled down at you. "At least give me a kiss first."

For his demands, you leaned up and pecked him carelessly on the lips before returning to your position.

"See that? It's called a compromise." Your teasing earned you a roll of the eyes from your husband, who you could tell had had about enough of you dredging up your recent string of arguments.

"Why don't you just save your words and get to it?"

Oh, now he was getting spicy. You masked a huge grin and went to work almost immediately--the flat of your tongue met his tip and Adrian gasped, his hips could barely stay still on the couch and lifted the moment he felt you touch him skin-to-skin. His hand flew to your head but it wasn't to stop you this time, rather it was to hold himself in place like an anchor as you slobbed your soft tongue messily all over his lap. Thank god your nearest neighbors were all the way down the road, or you'd be subject to some noise complaints for sure--and maybe some 911 calls for the times your husband moaned like he was being fucking murdered.

“Jesus! Ssslow down, fuck, fuck-!” Adrian's voice cracked into a pitchy whine that pierced right through your ears, and if you could smirk with a mouthful of him, you would. His waist jerked sideways as his body inched away from the intense shocks of pleasure, nearly toppling you off the couch in the process. With a hand planted on either side of the dips where his hips and waist met, you used your leverage to pin your husband's body down to the cushions. No matter the hands that pushed on your head or his pitiful begging as you noisily sucked down his dick, he had something you wanted and nothing was gonna stop you from taking it. Rather than pull off to gloat, you let him see the bulge of his own cock nestled in your cheek, and teased him with the warmth you rubbed all over it in that little pouch of heat and spit.

This'll show my prick of a husband the meaning of spite. That was the thought that came to your mind in that moment, and understandably so. Your plan initially was to work him up, blueball him, and leave him hanging all night. That was what he deserved for being such an asshole during all those fights you had over the weekend, because Adrian wasn't usually so clingy and with such a bad attitude as he was then–nor was he usually so cold during whatever fights you had over your marriage. It actually really hurt your feelings. But you didn't want to tell him that.

But contrary to your initial frustrations, you knew your plan was abandoned when you peered up at him and saw the glisten of tears trailing down his face.

“Please,” He mumbled in a quiet, soft tone. “I love the way you make me feel.” He couldn't quite get those next two words out; “Don't stop”. So you decided to spell each letter out with your tongue, and watched as Adrian's head hit the arm of the couch while he shrieked with the pleasure wracking his oversensitive body. Maybe later you'd bother to ask what had him strung so tight that whole time, and he'd tell you about all those ugly reasons why he felt so possessive over you. How the voice at the back of his head told him he needed to own you. But whenever you reminded him of your love for him, he just melted into a puddle of worship and wonder why on earth you would ever love a messed-up old man like him.

Either way, he was an “old man” that was getting his dick sucked into the netherworld tonight. Adrian never had any idea how much his teary eyes turned you on, at least not until you kissed them off his cheeks and slid your ass up into his lap. Fuck leaving him high and dry–not even the worst frustrations in the world could keep you from watching your husband's eyes roll back in pleasure as you rode the professor brainless.

(cws: gn!darling, dubcon, noncon photography, exhibitionism, "i got sold to the azumakos" wattpad plotline, cum drinking, praise, pet names)

Shura Roanoke

"Would you look at that shit?" Shura's grin was like a panther's--unsettling and surely up to no good. Click. The flash on his camera blinded you momentarily, but the spots blotting your vision was nothing unusual by now. In fact, you were just getting used to it.

"Smile. Oh, wait--looks like you've got your mouth full." His laugh was like the windchimes you'd heard from the neighbor's porches; clear and soft, yet it pierced through the din of the dark room you were in and the red lights that accented it. As the sound of your spit shucking as it lubed up your lips, the yakuza pressed his thumb to your cheek and implored you to open them wider. Don't wanna hurt the new toy.

That was what you were here for. Your father was a yakuza head--and a bad one at that. He'd stolen money from the wrong people many times, and made enemies of those he should never have even been in the same rooms with. But when it came to gambling, he was all in all the time. And when the Azumakos came knocking to collect his enormous debt to them, he left you at their mercy and skipped town to escape what he'd wrought. "Piece of shit." That was Shura's first comment to you when he arrived at the sketchy little hovel where you'd been left, but you'd soon learn once you saw his grin and listened to his proposition that he wasn't talking about you--but that didn't matter anymore. As far as they were concerned, you were now an Azumako with all the rest of them.

"Show me those pretty eyes, pumpkin. Wanna get a good shot, yeah?" Shura aimed his phone down and brushed the hair from your face, just in time for another click and to see his expression light up at the newest photo on his screen. "Oh-ho, Mako is gonna love you. Suck it more-" His shoulders shook when you obeyed, and his eyes rolled back in the moment at the tight squeeze around his dick, which he'd buried right to the hilt in your soft, warm mouth. "-Shiiiiit, that's good. Don't even need another hole, yeah? Think I'm fine with just this one."

Apparently growing satisfied with the album's worth of photos he'd taken of you choking down his cock, Shura set his phone aside and leaned into the kiss of his tip against the back of your throat, head tilted back in pleasure as he gripped the seat beneath him. The other yakuza that were with him had dispersed somewhat to look around for members of your father's gang, but a few hung around in casual conversation nearby as if Shura getting blown two feet from them was totally normal. You'd learn later that they weren't part of the core "family", just some low-level thugs and gangsters who needed cash and a bodyguard job. But the few pairs of eyes burning holes into you weren't unnoticed, and Shura gingerly stroked your hair as if he was trying to comfort you.

"Ignore them, sweetness. Just wanna watch the show is all--you're all mine." He dipped down to whisper that last part, before leaning back with a deep sigh as he eased your head down to bob it on his lap again. One of his bodyguards came up within a few inches of you and muttered something in his ear, which Shura didn't seem to care one way or another if you heard or not.

"...Mhm. Well, take care of him, then. Make him pay, yeah?" The other man in the suit vanished from the room, and Shura looked down on you with a peaceful smile.

"That's it. Just keep stroking me with that soft tongue. Y'know, Makoi can find whoever he wants to get him off--I kinda like the idea of making you mine." He tilted his head at you, peering into your very soul as his hand guided your head up and down, up and down his thick cock. "Yeah? You like that? Wanna be my little arm candy? I bet you'll like gettin' licked out every night. I'm a fair guy--scratch my back, I scratch yours. You can't imagine what my tongue can do."

He winked down at you, and the laugh that escaped him melted into a fuzzy, open-mouthed moan that he couldn't even try to hold in.

"That's it, that's it, that's it--more, lil' more, just--fuck--u-use your tongue on the--fffuck, there!"

The sweet spot he was guiding you to, wherever it really was, seemed to work more than wonders as Shura's voice cracked and he threw his head back against the chair. You watched with awe as his adam's apple bobbed in time with his gasps of your name, and your mouth flooded suddenly with an immense heat--one that you couldn't hope to combat, only to bear as ropes of sticky seed shot down your tongue and into the depths of your throat. Shura held you there firmly to take in every sloshing ounce of cum that spilled on to the bed of your swollen tongue, every bitter swallow until his thumb ran across your lower lip and you opened up to show him a clean mouth.

"Ohhh! Impressive!" He laughed jubilantly while tucking himself back into his pants like nothing happened. While the future ahead was still hazy and scary, at least Shura's optimism was comforting. But his smirk as he picked his phone back up, and the possessive touch of his hand as he pulled you up on his lap was...less so.

"Now, let's pick out the best pictures to send to the guys. They're nice, I promise--you're gonna love your new big brothers, pumpkin."

[yanverse]

I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.

prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)

Elias, Kaito, Lilith, Isabelle, Adrian, Nina

(cws: free use kink, domination, degradation, dressing up, fingering, overstimulation, messy sex)

Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.

Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.

But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.

Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.

If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.

With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.

Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.

But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.

But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.

Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.

You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.

Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.

At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.

Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?

That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.

Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.

[littlcfreaks-archive]

with an eye roll, "you clearly haven't heard the stories about me." taking another step towards him, she gripped his chin roughly, forcing him to look her in the eye, "no, but i am your wife and the very least you could do since i had to leave my home is be polite. I have money and power - thats why you married me." dropping his chin, she sat in his lap, "and as far as sex - haven't you heard that you attract more bees with honey?"

he tilted his head to the side in thought, grinning up at her when she moved to stand before him. "portraits are very misleading you know? i thought you'd be a doormat according to yours." adrian didn't really have a good image of the few princesses that he had met, neither he felt like meeting the woman in front of him if he was being honest. "oh well, let me guess, you think that politeness is what makes the world go round?" he snorted. "no, baby, that's money, power and sex."

[in9-character-tournament]

Steve (Round 1) stats

Biggest sweep: Len (Bernie Clifton's Dressing room) 94% vs Arthur (Dead Line) 6% [x]

Closest contest: Adrian (To Have And To Hold) 54.2% vs Hugo (Once Removed) 45.8% [x]

Most votes: Steve (Dead Line) vs Evil Steve (Plodding On) 119 votes [x]

Fewest votes: 'Attendant' (How Do You Plead) vs DI Ellis (Kid/Nap) 64 votes [x]

[tradewaiters]

This week Jam, Jeff, and JD read The Jellyfish by Boum. This BD fresh out of Montreal publisher Pow Pow follows Odette, a character whose vision is being increasingly obscured by a swarm of jellyfish. It’s a story with a lot of depth and heart, and some great cartooning. We’ll talk about the book, and about the bridge Pow Pow seems to be working to build between the Francophone and Anglo comics scenes.

Also mentioned in this episode: Boumeries and A Small Revolution, also by Boum Runaways by Brian Vaughan and Adrian Alphona X-Men by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby For Better Or For Worse by Lynn Johnston The Impending Blindness of Billie Scott by Zoe Thorogood Battle Angel Alita by Yukito Kishiro Failure to Launch: A Tour of Ill-Fated Futures edited by Kel McDonald Ranma 1/2 by Rumiko Takahashi My Ideas on Sauce by Carmen Zetsou The Simpsons created by Matt Groening Star Trek: The Next Generation created by Gene Roddenberry Skibidi Toilet by Alexey Gerasimov Pirates of the Caribbean directed by Gore Verbinski Jason Pargin Queer Eye for the Straight Guy created by David Collins and Michael Williams and cherry tomatoes

Music by Sleuth

You can find us at: J Dalton Jam Jeff Ellis

Our next episode will be on Thunderbolts Epic Collection: Justice, Like Lightning by Kurt Busiek and Mark Bagley

You can also follow the TradeWaiters on Soundcloud, Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, Spotify, iHeart Radio, and Ko-Fi.

[soulofapatrick]

Always Been You - Jesse x reader

Summary: Y/N is part of the Jesse; Ellie and Dina trio. Despite being the most observant you are the most oblivious to Jesse’s feelings towards you

Words: 2K

Warnings: mentions of sensory overloads 

Notes: @thefictionalgemini and @moonchildpc​ here’s another Jesse story for ya, the man needs all the appreciation and love he can get. I will tag you in every Jesse I write x

Y/N’s POV

You wouldn’t be able to tell there was an apocalypse going on with the way everyone is dancing and laughing, the music upbeat and the whole atmosphere merry. Most of the town are here, except those few who don’t like the parties and those with young kids who need to stay home for them. I usually take babysitting duties during these but tonight Nancy and the other mums decided I had to go have fun at the dance. 

So here I am, leaning against the wall, sipping on a rum and coke that Ellie forced into my hand a while ago before she disappeared off to somewhere, probably to find Dina who she would follow to the ends of the earth. Both of them are very dumb as they are head over heels for each other but they cannot see for the life of them that the other likes them. It makes me want to just grab them and snap ‘now kiss’ as they cause so much sexual tension when around and when drunk. 

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” That smooth southern lilt drags me from people watching to look up at the Asian American. He’s got that smile on his face that has my face flushing. Jesse is fit, he always has been and ever since arriving in Jackson with Joel and Ellie he’s on my radar. Ellie’s teased me multiple times about just asking him out but I’m gonna be the one to ruin the little quartet we have going on.  

“Yeah, Nancy told me I had to come.” I shrug lightly as he stops next to me, elbow brushing mine and cognac eyes sparking in the fairy lights strung up around the old barn. His smile is soft and everything about him is welcoming and warm and it makes me rest my head on his shoulder and just go back to people watching as Jesse doesn’t say anything.  

It gets a little uncomfortable after a while so I grab Jesse’s arm, wrapping it around my shoulders in front of me so I can lean my back against his side. He shifts a little before accepting the position and resting his chin atop my head as I finally spot Dina. She’s dancing with a member of the community, he helps in the meat shop but I’m not too sure of his name as he’s man of few words. I think his name might be Adrian but again I could be completely wrong as all I’ve said to him is ‘hi’ and ‘bye’. He seems like a sweet man, I should try talking to him more. 

“What are you thinking about?” Jesse hums, arm pulling me a little closer while I take another sip of my drink as Dina and Adrian spin around the makeshift dance floor, quite a few people’s gazes on her as she’s shameless and her confidence is hard to ignore. If I wasn’t straight I could definitely see myself having a crush on her but she’s been in a weird on and off relationship with Jesse for almost eight months now and honestly it’s killing me. The pair are terrible for each other, Dina and Ellie having wayyyy more chemistry. 

“She’s putting on quite the show, isn’t she?” Ellie’s low voice appears from my right as she joins us, leaning on the wall next to me with a whiskey in hand. Not sure how she managed to get that as she’s not legal for another two years and Maria is quite strict on keeping the age limit to 21, even in a post apocalyptic world. I somewhat admire how she leads with fairness but how even those like that bigot Seth are scared of her. 

Jesse just hums in response, his chin moving against mine in a short nod that has Ellie sending me a knowing smirk that I really hope Jesse doesn’t notice. I focus on drinking my drink and just scanning the room, eyes falling on Tommy and Joel. It’s always great to see the brothers reunited again and being able to as much of a family as they can, Tommy having become a father figure for me. That did surprise me as I always thought Joel would be the father figure in my life after travelling with him and Ellie for almost a year yet Tommy took me under his wing almost immediately. 

I didn’t even realise Ellie and Jesse were having a conversation until Dina’s making her way over to us asking what they were talking about. I don’t mind not being part of the conversation as it’s just nice to have their company and be surrounded by their lively conversations about god knows what. Last time they were talking this animatedly it was an argument over DC and Marvel comics they had found in the old shopping mall just south of Jackson. Personally I’m a Marvel kind of girl, loving the character of Hawkeye and loving the representation for the deaf. 

“She’s not with us, is she?” Dina’s sweet voice floats through my thoughts and I turn to see Ellie and Dina watching me. They smile lovingly at me, Ellie squeezing my arm before they return to their animated conversations and I go back to watching the way Joel throws his head back in a genuine laugh at something Tommy’s said. I’m vaguely aware of Jesse putting his now empty glass down and wrapping his other arm around my front, arms moving to wrap around my waist as he gently begins swaying us in time to the live band. I could be imagining it honestly but I won’t question it as I want it to be real, my body sparking with electricity at the feel of his arms around my waist and his head still settled on top of mine. 

I let my eyes slide shut, leaning back into Jesse with all of my weight and just enjoy the sounds around me . The cute giggles emitted from Dina at a stupid pun Ellie said, Jesse chuffing and chest rumbling against my back. The sounds of many other conversations merging and mixing like the way the fairy lights flow through the rainbow over and over again. The smell of different types of alcohol mixing and the smell of sweaty bodies making an almost sickly feeling in my gut

I grip Jesse’s arm, suddenly aware of and not liking the sticky heat surrounding me from all the sweaty bodies dancing and running around. The three of them seems to understand, Ellie and Dina seeing the slightly panicked look in my eyes as Ellie taps Jesse’s shoulder, saying, “Time to go. Too much.” 

Jesse understands, unwrapping his arms from around my waist to have his right slide down my left arm to grip my hand in his before he begins to navigate his way through the crowds to the exit. I’m gasping in the cold air, resting my forehead to his shoulder as I try to focus on the feel of his hands in mine. 

“What was it this time?” Ellie asks, voice soothing as we all sit on one of the benches outside, Ellie and Dina opposite me and Jesse as I find myself unable to let Jesse’s hand go. 

“Smell.” 

“Yeah that checks out,” She nods, freckles sticking out against her pale skin when she scrunches her nose up, “Was starting to smell really stale in there.” 

“You didn’t have to leave with me.” I mumble, feeling embarrassed now as they’re all focused on me and I have nothing to distract myself with. 

“Yeah we did, we’re not going to just leave you behind dumbass,” Dina reaches out and squeezes my free hand. Then the three of them continue the conversation they were having inside like nothing happened. It helps me relax and I know that they know from the small smiles on their lips. I just spend this time taking in the two girls opposite me. 

Ellie’s auburn hair is done up in a low bun with a strand or two escaping the style. She’s wearing a white tee shirt under the blue checked flannel that I recognise being from my wardrobe, the sleeves rolled up the elbow. The blue draws out the darker shade of green in her clover eyes that are sparkling with every counter Dina throws her way. She’s wiping her hands on her skinny jeans, the tattoo she recently got to cover the bite so she could stop wearing those bandages. Ellie always gives off such a tomboyish style and attitude and I wouldn’t change that for the world because it’s just so Ellie like.

Dina on the other hand is very feminine. She’s also in skinny jeans but she seemed to opt for cowboy boots unlike Ellie’s scuffed and worn converse. Dina’s hair is up in a high bun, completely slicked back except for a select section at the front that frame her rounded face in gentle waves, the only hint that her charcoal black hair isn’t straight. It’s very obvious from her complexion that she’s an IsY/Nlite and jewish, no hate or prejudice. I think she’s beautiful with her chocolate brown eyes a smouldering against the burgundy v-neck she’s wearing. 

They’re both beautiful and everything about them compliments each other. I still think they would be absolutely perfect together if they would stop dancing around each other. The way their hands are always brushing again some part of the other’s skin and they way their gazes linger on each other for a little too long. 

I know what Jesse looks like without having to turn my head and look at him. His appearance seems to be burned into my eyelids with his shaggy liquorice coloured hair that always has strands of his fringe falling into his cognac brown eyes. No matter how many times you brush the hair out of his eyes it’ll fall right back into place. I find it cute and it gives me a reason to be touching him, caressing his cheek when I bring my hand back down. He’s tall and lanky but by no means weak, his muscles are well defined under the long sleeved grey henley he’s currently wearing: not rock solid as there’s definitely give and softness to those muscles. He’s wearing jeans like always and his sturdy boots as he never knows when he’ll have to spring into action when out so he tries to always wear sensible clothing, no matter the occasion. 

Long fingers hook under my chin, causing my eyes to fly open and my face is being turned so I’m looking up at Jesse, eyes bright as he says, “I can hear the cogs turning in your head.” 

“O-oh,” I can’t help but blush, trying to look anywhere but at him when I notice we’re alone, “Where’d Dina and Ellie go?” 

“Dina was getting cold so Ellie offered to walk her home,” He tells me, that southern lilt all I can focus on and the way his lips move around every word, “Shall I walk you home?” I don’t respond, just watching him, unable to respond, “Y/N-“ 

Something comes over me and I’m surging forwards, lips slamming against his surprisingly soft ones. He doesn’t pull away or yell but instead his hands fly to my hip and my cheek, guiding the kiss into a softer one that has me straddling his waist. The kiss is sweet and new territory for us but at the same time it feels like we’ve done this a thousand times. Jesse’s tongue brushes along my bottom lip and I’m parting them with a sigh at how right this all feels. 

“You don’t know how long I have been waiting for this,” Jesse murmurs against my lips and I’m pulling back, the grin on his face widening at the probable shock on mine, “Have you seen me let Ellie or even Dina manhandle me the way you do?” I just shake my head knowing if I speak I won’t be able to keep the quiver out of my voice and he’s holding my face in his hands, laughing softly as he says, “It’s always been you idiot.” 

Maybe I should listen to Ellie more often.

[finleyforevermore]

2023's StEx Appreciation Month!

Day 1: Rusty the Steam Engine

Steven M. Skeels in the first picture, Bobby Collins in the second picture, Adrian Hansel in the third picture, Max Luca Maus in the fourth picture, and Delano Willemsem in the fifth picture.

So, so glad that my favorite little guy gets to be first this time around <333

Favorite Actor(s): Ray Shell (Original London cast, 1984-1986), Greg Mowry (Original Broadway cast, 1987-1989), Greg Ellis (Original New Starlight cast, 1992-1994), Ricardo Santo (Mexico, 1997-1998), Adrian Hansel (New Starlight cast, 1999-2001), Rommel Singson (Bochum, 2000-2002), Marcel Branueis (Bochum, 2011-2014), Kevin Köhler (Bochum, 2014-2016), Michael Pickering (Bochum, 2017-2018), George Ure (2017 Off-West End Workshop), Delano Willemsem (Bochum update, 2020-2022, understudy), and Max Luca Maus (Bochum update, 2023-2024).

Face Claim/Voice Claim (pre-2018, post-2018): Adrian Hansel (face), Delano Willemsem (face and voice) (I'm not sure who my pre-2018 voice claim is yet-)

Favorite Song(s)/Scene(s): Starlight Express and The Starlight Sequence

Favorite Costume(s): His Broadway and onwards costume and post-2018 costume.

Favorite Ship(s): Prusty (Pearl x Rusty) and Ropal (Rusty x Opal/post-2018 Pearl)

Headcanons:

He snorts when he laughs.

He softly whistles in his sleep.

He's demiromantic asexual.

Unpopular Opinion: As fun and charming as "Engine of Love" is as Rusty's intro song (and as much as I ADORE the song after it, "This is Gonna Be The Day"), it feels a bit too confident, I guess? Not to say Rusty isn't confident, of course, but he has to grow that confidence over the course of the show. He's confident at the start, but not as confident as he is by the end. I think "Engine of Love" is more fitting for post-show Rusty. Maybe that's just me.

[blxckdragonfly]

Still Falling For You (Darkness Finds You Universe #12)

(Song: "Still Falling For You" by Ellie Goulding.

Warnings: Mention of Death, Nightmares, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, NSFW-esque smut/ light scarf play towards the end. That means-- minors: scoot.

Pairing: Chris Motionless & Lycia Winters "pronunciation of her name-- Lai-shuh" (played by Ana De Armas)

Word Count: 9,507

Synopsis: After arriving back home in Baltimore and staying for a bit to check on Adrian's condition, Lycia has a horrific nightmare and Chris takes it upon himself to make sure she forgets her worries.

And we're back! It's been a while since I wrote more with these two! I'm sorry it took a bit to finish part two but there's a lot of stuff in this one so I hope you enjoy! x Tiger)

Chris and Lycia’s Airbnb: September 10th, 2023– Baltimore, Maryland. 

I was inside of a chapel, I could see so many people filling up the pews of the chapel and they were wearing black from top to bottom. I keep walking down the aisle until I stop completely in my tracks, there are two caskets at the front that are closed and I look up to see the portraits of both Marcus and Adrian staring back at me. 

Slowly, all of the mourners turn their heads toward me and stare at me as the caskets begin to open, revealing the corpses of my little brother and the burnt corpse of my ex-boyfriend. I jump back in fright as they approach me one by one. 

“Why didn’t you save us, Lycia?” Their voices hissed in an eerie tone. I begin to panic, falling to my knees and crying as I rock back and forth. 

“I’m sorry,” I say over and over. “I’m sorry.” 

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. Beads of sweat clinging to my forehead as I struggle to catch my breath, the remnants of my nightmare still lingering and haunting my mind. I glance over at Chris, who lays peacefully asleep behind me, unaware of the turmoil that has just unfolded within my subconscious. I want nothing more than to curl in his arms and forget about the vivid images that have plagued me in my sleep. 

But I know I couldn’t escape the darkness that seems to surround me. Quietly slipping out of bed in the Airbnb that Chris and I have been staying in, I tiptoe toward the window, drawing back the curtains to let in the faint light of dawn. 

Baltimore’s skyline stretches out before me, its familiar contours offering a sense of comfort amidst the lingering fear. I continue to tiptoe out of the room and head downstairs in the search for coffee. As I descend the stairs, the creaking floorboards echo through the quiet house. I feel a chill run down my spine, as if the nightmare is seeping into my waking moments. The lingering scent of brewed coffee draws me towards the kitchen, a beacon of warmth and solace. 

But as I walk into the kitchen, I freeze in my tracks. The coffee machine stands silent and still, its usual bubbling and brewing absent. I frown, a pang of disappointment settling in my chest. It seems even the simplest comforts were denied for me today. 

Just as I turn to leave, a soft voice startles me from behind. “Looking for this?” 

I spin around to see Chris standing there, awake and holding a steaming mug of coffee. I rest my red nailed hand against my racing heart and take a deep breath. 

“Babe, you scared me.” I say as I rush forward to take it from him. Cradling the warm ceramic in my hands, I meet his concerned brown eyes. 

“I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Chris begins but his words are cut off as he notices that I’m about to cry. “Hey. Shhhh. What’s the matter?” 

I look up at Chris, my eyes welling with tears. The remnants of the nightmare still clings onto me, refusing to loosen its grip on my mind. I take a shaky breath, struggling to find the words to express the overwhelming fear that’s consuming me. 

“I… I had a nightmare,” I finally manage to say, my voice trembling and breaking. “It was so vivid, Chris. I saw… I saw Marcus and Adrian, even though I know Adrian’s still in the hospital. They were in a chapel, their coffins opened and they accused me.” 

Chris wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and offering me the warmth and comfort I so desperately sought. His touch is soothing, his voice gentle as he leans in to whisper in my ear. 

“It was just a nightmare, baby,” He murmured, his words a balm against my tears. “You’re doing everything you possibly can for Adrian as he’s dealing with his illness and Marcus… Well, we both know what happened to him wasn’t your fault.” 

I nod, my tears staining Chris’s shirt. I know deep down that he’s right, but the nightmare had shaken me to my core. It feels as if the weight of the guilt and responsibility is suffocating me. 

“I know,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “But it’s hard not to blame myself for Marcus when he burned himself alive. I can’t help but always think that if I had done something differently, things would be different now.” 

Chris holds me tighter, his grip a lifeline amidst the storm of my emotions. He knows the pain I carry, the guilt that threatens to consume me. But he also knows that no amount of self-blame would be able to bring Marcus back or change the past and it’s his duty, as my partner, to remind me of that truth. 

“We all have regrets, Lycia,” He said softly. “But blaming yourself for Marcus’s tragic end won’t bring him back. You loved him fiercely and sometimes love isn’t enough to save someone from their demons.” 

I nod, my tears subsiding as I take in his comforting words and knowing that he’s right again. The burden of guilt is not my own to bear alone. Marcus did battle his demons and despite my love for him, I couldn’t have single-handedly rescued him from his pain. With a new found clarity, I wipe my tears and I look up at Chris. 

“Thank you,” I whisper, gratitude filling my voice. “Thank you for reminding me that I can’t always carry the weight of the world on my shoulders.” 

Chris smiles gently, his eyes filling with unwavering support. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. 

“You don’t have to face this alone,” He replies. “We’re in this together. Remember?” 

I nod, my heart swelling with love for the man standing before me. In this moment, I know that no matter what darkness comes our way, we will always be able to handle it together. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, feeling the weight of my nightmares beginning to lift from my shoulders. 

A moment of silence passes and I open my eyes again, I stare into the warm brown of Chris’s eyes, before setting down my coffee mug on the counter and I wrap my arms around his tattooed neck, my red nails running through his short purple hair. Chris gives a small hum and he leans closer into my touch. 

“I never told you how hard that day was,” I murmur, my voice soft as Chris looks at me. “The day I had to bury him. Marcus.” 

Chris holds me tighter, his heart aching for me as I take another breath before deciding to open up about the pain that I carry alone. He knows it’s time for me to share my burden, to release the weight of my unspoken words. 

“I can’t even begin to imagine,” Chris responds, his voice filled with empathy. “Tell me, Lycia Rose. Tell me about that day.” 

I steady myself before I begin to recount the painful memories that have haunted me for so long. 

“The day was cold and gray,” I begin, my voice trembling slightly. “The cemetery was quiet, almost eerily so. As I stood there, surrounded by mournful silence, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of guilt and sorrow.” 

I pause for a moment, memories flooding back to my mind like a torrential downpour. 

“I remember how hard it was to watch them lower Marcus’s casket into the ground,” I continue, tears threatening to spill from my eyes once more as a wave of grief passes through me. “I felt this overwhelming sense of loss, like a part of my soul was being buried alongside him.” 

Chris listens intently, his heart breaking for me as he realizes the depth of the pain I endured alone. 

“And when they handed me a handful of dirt to toss onto his casket, I couldn’t do it. Not because of the sadness that I felt, but also because I could hear Marcus’s family– his parents and sister, they were so angry with me. They blamed me for being the cause of his death and they humiliated me and I…” I feel tears slowly fall down my cheeks as I tighten my arms slightly around Chris’s neck. 

Chris holds me even closer, his heart aching for me as I relive the painful memories. He can’t imagine the weight of the guilt and shame I had to carry for so long. Gently wiping away my tears with his tattooed thumb, he speaks in a voice filled with compassion. 

“Oh, Lycia. I’m so sorry you had to experience that,” Chris murmured. “No one should have to endure such cruelty during such a difficult time– especially in a setting like a funeral service. You didn’t deserve any of it.” 

I nod, my throat tight with emotion. I have never shared these painful details with Chris before, even when we were first seeing each other. But now, as I feel his unwavering support and understanding, I know it’s time to let go of these burdens that have weighed me down for so long. 

“T-They blamed me for everything,” I whisper, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness. “They couldn’t see past their grief to understand that Marcus’s pain ran deeper than anyone could comprehend. And instead of offering compassion or trying to understand– they chose to direct their anger at me.” 

Chris tightens his grip around me, his heart heavy with the weight of my words. He knows all too well of the pain of being judged by others. But in that moment, he refuses to let me feel alone in my anguish. 

“Honey, you didn’t fucking deserve any of that,” Chris said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. “Marcus’s family was hurting and it was easier for them to blame rather than face the reality of what happened. You were there for him until the very end. You loved him and that love shouldn’t be tarnished by their ignorance.” 

I sigh as I begin to calm down, my tears once again start to dry as Chris continues to hold me close. I know that my ex-boyfriend’s family had been in an immense amount of grief but it didn’t make it any less hurtful. 

“I couldn’t understand why they blamed me,” I whisper, my voice barely audible. “Why couldn’t they see that I didn’t cause his death? I wanted to help him, to save him from the darkness but I just… I couldn’t.” 

Chris presses a gentle kiss to my temple, his lips lingering against my skin for a moment before he speaks. 

“People often look for someone to blame, especially in the face of a tragedy,” He says, his voice soft and soothing. “It’s easier for them to find a target, rather than confront the difficult truth that sometimes we can’t save the ones we love, no matter how hard we try.” 

I nod, my heart finally finding solace in Chris’s words. I have carried the weight of this blame for far too long, blaming myself for something I have no control over. But now, with Chris by my side, I know I’m healing even if it takes one step at a time. 

Fire and ice

This love is like fire and ice

This love is like rain and blue skies

“But you know there is something good that came out of this,” Chris says as I look up at him, my yellow-green hazel eyes meeting his brown ones. “If you hadn’t gone through all of this, Lycia, I would have never met you– let alone fallen in love with you. Things would be totally different for you and I.” 

I smile through my lingering tears, my heart overflowing with gratitude for the man who stands before me. In that moment, I realize that all of the pain and heartache I endured did indeed bring me to this incredible love and understanding that I now have with Chris Motionless. Chris has not just become my rock, he’s my anchor and source of strength when I feel weakest. 

“You’re right,” I whisper as I trace my fingers along his tattooed neck, stroking the calligraphy lyric from “Saturday Night” by Misfits and his winged coffin tattoo with the most loving touch. “Meeting you, falling in love with you– It’s the silver lining in all of this darkness. I couldn’t have asked for a better partner to share this journey with than you, Chris Cerulli.” 

As the words leave my lips, I feel a wave of warmth wash over me. I smile at Chris, my heart filled with love and gratitude. He returns my smile, his brown eyes twinkling with affection. 

“And I couldn’t have asked for a better woman to be on this journey with than you, Lycia,” Chris whispers, gently caressing my face. “I’m so glad our paths crossed and I’m honored to be by your side, through all the ups and downs, good and bad.” 

With that, Chris lifts my chin and kisses me softly, our lips meeting with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The kiss was slow, filled with unspoken words of love and understanding. 

As we pull away, I wrap my arms around Chris once more, burying my face in his neck. I kiss along his tattooed skin all the way up to his cheek, my lips lingering on his jawline before I whisper: “I love you, Chris.” 

Chris wraps his arms around my waist and he kisses my forehead a few times, his heart swelling with emotion. 

“I love you too, Lycia,” He replies, his voice filled with sincerity. 

Before I can meet his lips in another passionate kiss, I hear my phone go off. I look at Chris and sigh as I pick it to see a text message from Nicholas: 

Hey, sis. I have a bit of bad news– Adrian’s condition has gotten worse overnight. The doctors have found an abscess in his right lung due to the pneumonia. He’s on a ventilator until they can take him in for surgery later on tonight. 

My hands start to shake as I read the words on my phone screen, my heart sinking with each passing second. Panic claws at my chest, threatening to suffocate me. I can’t lose another person that I love. Not after everything I’ve been through with Marcus. Chris notices the change in my demeanor, concern etches across his face. 

“What is it, baby?” He asks, his voice laced with worry. I struggle to find my voice, tears welling up in my eyes again. 

“It’s Adrian,” I manage to choke out. “He’s… He’s gotten worse.” 

Without hesitation, Chris takes my hand in his and he squeezes it lightly, he kisses the back of my hand as he offers a steadying presence amidst the chaos of emotions. 

“Tell your brother we’ll be there as soon as we can,” He said firmly. “And then after we go check on Adrian, I’m gonna take you out for a nice lunch and then we can come back here. I know how hard this has been for you and all I want is to take your mind off it. How does that sound?” 

I look into Chris’s eyes, grateful for his unwavering support and understanding. I nod, a mix of gratitude and worry etches on my face. Chris presses a comforting kiss on my forehead before we set our mugs in the sink and go upstairs to get ready. 

I put on some light make up and change from my pajamas to an oversized stone colored tee with a celestial design on the front and back from Nasty Gal, my wet look leggings from Black Milk Clothing, a pair of gold hoop earrings to match my wolf necklace and gold coffin ring and a pair of black faux leather boots and I put on a black beanie. 

As I’m finishing getting ready, I notice a flash of dark purple cross my vision when I look into the bathroom mirror. I turn around to see Chris holding my favorite flower, a Queen of The Night tulip in his hand. 

“Oh, Chris. Aren’t you just the sweetest?” I whisper as I blink away tears. Chris smiles warmly at me, he knows how much I adore Queen of The Night tulips and he wants to bring me a moment of joy amidst the chaos we’re facing. 

“Not as sweet as you are, my Lycia,” Chris replies, his voice filled with tenderness. “I just wanted to remind you that even in the darkest times, there is always beauty and love.” 

I take the tulip from Chris, holding it delicately in my hands. With a smile of my own, I lean in and press a soft kiss against his lips, savoring the taste of his sweetness mingling with the scent of the tulip. When we break apart, I tuck the tulip behind my ear. 

Together, we make our way to the hospital, our hands tightly intertwined. My heart races with a mix of fear and hope as we enter Adrian’s room. Tubes and machines surround him as well as an oxygen mask to help him breathe, the stark reminder of the fragility of life. Despite it all, Adrian lay there peacefully, his face serene in the midst of his battle, his long brown hair over his eyes. 

I spot Nicholas and Colin standing near the window, their gazes fixed on Adrian. Their eyes were both red-rimmed with worry and lack of sleep. When they notice us approaching, Nicholas turns to us with a weary smile. 

“Hey,” Nicholas whispers, his voice filled with exhaustion. “We’re glad you guys are here.” 

I embrace each of them tightly, trying to convey comfort through my touch as Chris stands beside them, offering silent support. They’re a united front in the face of adversity. 

“How is he?” I ask, my voice shaking. 

Nicholas sighs heavily as he looks at me before responding. “The doctors are doing everything they can but… It’s not looking good right now.” 

My heart sinks at Nicholas’s words, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. I glance over at Adrian, his shallow breathing barely visible beneath the oxygen mask. The room is filled with an air of helplessness, each second ticking by with a sense of urgency and despair. 

This love is like sun on the rise

This love got me rolling the dice

Don't let me lose

Chris stands beside me, his presence a steady anchor amidst the storm. His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining in a comforting embrace. My thumb tracing the jack o’ lantern on the back of his left hand. 

Our eyes meet and we both know that no matter what happens, we will face it together. Love flows between us like a lifeline, providing strength and solace in the midst of uncertainty. 

As a few hours stretch on, Chris and I stay by Adrian’s side, our eyes never straying his fragile form. The beeping of monitors fills the room, creating a dissonant symphony that mirrors the tumultuous emotion swirling within it. 

Suddenly, a commotion at the door draws our attention. A team of doctors and nurses rush in, their urgent movements cutting through the heavy silence. My heart skips a beat, my grip on Chris’s hand tightening as fear grips me. 

One of the doctors, a middle-aged woman with dark skin and light brown hair and kind eyes, approaches us with a sympathetic smile. 

“My name is Dr. Lewis,” She introduces herself. “We have some news.” 

My heart pounds in my chest as I brace myself for whatever Dr. Lewis is about to say. Chris squeezes my hand reassuringly, silently reminding me that we’re in this together. 

“We managed to stabilize Adrian for now,” Dr. Lewis begins gently, her voice laced with caution and hope. “But he’s still in critical condition.” 

My breath catches in my throat as the news sinks in. I look at Chris, and he meets my gaze with a steady and supportive expression. Our hands are still entwined, a silent testament to the strength of our bond. 

“However,” continues Dr. Lewis, “We’ve made some progress in finding the source of the infection– which was indeed transmitted from a case of COVID-19, and we’re hoping to start treatment soon. It’s going to be a long road to recovery but we’re optimistic about Adrian’s chances.” 

My heart swells with gratitude at Dr. Lewis’s words, even as I still feel the weight of the situation hanging over us. I know that we have a long road ahead and every moment would be filled with both hope and terror. But with Chris by my side, I know I can face anything. 

Nicholas and Colin both share a brief moment of relief, though the worry lingers in their eyes. They know the fight isn't over yet, but they are glad for any sign of progress. 

“Thank you, doctor,” Nicholas says as Dr. Lewis nods and walks off to see the next patient. “Chris, why don’t you and Lycia go? Lycia, I’ll text you if there’s any updates.” 

I nod, squeezing Chris’s hand one last time before we walk out of the hospital room. I feel a mix of emotions– hope, fear, love. Chris leads me out, his hand still wraps around mine, guiding me gently towards the exit. 

As we leave the hospital, we find that the sky is beginning to darken and decide to grab the lunch we promised each other earlier. We find a small Italian restaurant that serves vegan options on the way back to the Airbnb and are led to a cozy table by the window. The warm atmosphere and the scent of garlic bread fills our senses as we both take a deep breath. 

“Are you hungry, honey? Or do you want to just sit here a while?” Chris asks, concerned as he reaches across the table and takes both of my hands in his, his thumbs tracing my moon tattoo on the corner of my right wrist and the red inked snake tattoo on my outer forearm. 

He can see the strain in my eyes, but he doesn’t want to push me too hard. I give Chris a grateful smile, my heart swelling with love for him. 

“I’m hungry,” I admit, my voice laced with exhaustion. “But more than anything, I just want to be here with you. To have a moment of peace from the chaos.” 

Still falling for you

Still falling for you

Beautiful mind

Chris nods understandingly, his brown gaze filled with tenderness. “Then let’s take this time to just be,” He replies softly. 

We sit in silence, our hands still intertwined, as we watch the world go by through the window. The sounds of laughter and chatter from other diners fill the air, creating a comforting backdrop to our shared moment of respite. 

Our plates arrive, steaming with delicious vegan food that fills the air with mouth watering aromas. My stomach growls, reminding me of my hunger. I can’t help but smile at the sight of food before me, grateful for this simple pleasure to get me away from the chaos. 

As we dig into our meal, the heaviness in our hearts begin to ease up ever so slightly. It’s moments like these– when we are allowed to forget, even just for a little while– that gives us the strength to keep fighting. 

I reach across the table and take a bite from Chris’s vegan pasta, a playful glimmer in my yellow-green hazel eyes. 

“Mm. This is amazing,” I say with a grin. “You always know how to find the best places.” 

Chris chuckles and nods in agreement. 

“It’s all about finding those hidden gems, babe,” He replies, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement. “And sharing them with you.” 

While we eat our meal, we keep our conversation light and Chris does everything he can to keep me smiling and laughing. After we pay the bill and leave the restaurant, I lightly squeeze his hand. 

“Before we head back to the Airbnb,” I say. “I want to go visit Marcus’s gravesite. I haven’t been there in a while.” 

Chris nods, understanding my need to go and visit the place where my ex now laid. As we walk toward the cemetery, hand in hand, I can feel my grief coming back– the memories of how cheerful Marcus had been when he was with me, before he lit himself on fire. As we approach the familiar white marble gravestone that reads: 

Marcus Luis Reyes

July 27th, 1984- March 14th, 2019

Devoted Son and Brother 

I take a deep breath and I let out a sob. 

“I can’t believe it’s been almost four years since he died,” I say, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I still miss him so much.” 

“Oh, my Lycia. Don’t cry,” Chris murmurs as he approaches me, wrapping his arms around me. 

“If it wasn’t for me, I know he would still be here,” I sniffle. “Maybe his family is right after all. I am the reason he’s dead.” 

Chris holds me tightly in his arms, brushing away my tears with his tattooed thumbs. 

“Lycia, babe, it’s not your fault,” He whispers into my hair, trying to calm the storm of emotions that threatens to consume me. “Marcus made his own choices, and we can’t blame ourselves for the actions of others. You loved him, and that doesn’t mean you caused his death.” 

He pulls back slightly so he can look into my yellow-green hazel eyes with the same love and comfort that he’d given to me. “The hardest part of grief is accepting that we can’t control even if we wish we could and honey, I know how hard that is for you. But you cannot hold onto that guilt, do you hear me? You were the one person who loved him enough to try and help him through his darkness and you did everything in your power to do so. That’s not something to be ashamed of. That’s something to be proud of, Lycia Rose.” 

I nod, wiping my tears with the back of my hand. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to clear my mind of the guilt that haunted me. I know that Chris is right, but it’s still a difficult thing to accept fully. 

Suddenly, it started to rain, the water droplets coating both me and Chris, my grief finally subsides and I smile as I remember when he and his band, Motionless In White had played a set at Inkcarceration Festival a few months back and it was raining heavily the entire day. My heart flutters in my chest as the thought of when Chris had pulled me aside into the rain and kissed me so deeply, it made me melt. 

Your heart gave me new kind of highs

Your heart got me feeling so fine

So what to do

Still falling for you

Still falling for you

Lost in the memory, I suddenly look up and see Chris’s reflection in the water droplets on my eyelashes. He gently reaches out and wipes them from my face with his black painted thumb, his eyes mirroring the same amount of love I feel for him. 

“No matter what, I will always catch you when you fall,” He said softly, his voice carrying a promise that makes my heart melt with gratitude and love. 

“I know you will, because there’s no one else in this world that I’d rather have caught me than you, Christopher Cerulli. I love you so much,” I whisper. 

Chris smiles at me, his heart warming at my words. He reaches up and carefully brushes a strand of my long caramel brown and purple hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear. “And I love you, Lycia, more than words can ever say.” 

He leans down and kisses me tenderly, our lips meeting in a tender and loving way. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers running through his short purple hair and down the back of his tattooed neck, he shivers at my fingernails brushing his skin as he deepens our kiss. 

As we stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the rain continues to pour down, washing away some of the pain I felt from my past. I close my eyes and let myself be lost in the moment, feeling the softness of Chris’s shirt against my skin and the warmth of his touch. 

Chris pulls back slightly, his brown eyes filled with a love so deeply, it makes my heart melt. 

“Would you like to go back to the Airbnb, baby?” He says, his voice soft and tender. 

I smile, my heart swelling with love for Chris. I nod and gently squeeze his hand. 

“Yes, let’s go back,” I reply, my voice filled with warmth. “I just want to chill in your arms.” 

Chris gives me a small sideways smile as he leads me back to the car, our hands still tightly locked together. The rain continued to pour as we drove back to the Airbnb.

When we arrive, I unlock the door and we walk inside, shaking off the rain as we enter. Once inside, I wrap my arms around Chris, my body shaking with the remnants of my tears. He holds me tightly, his chin resting on my hair after I’d taken off my beanie. We stand like that for a moment, just enjoying the warmth of our embrace. 

“Do you want to take a shower together?” Chris asks, his voice gentle. “Maybe it’ll help you feel better.” 

I nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. The idea of sharing such an intimate moment under the warm rush of water sounded comforting, a way to wash away the lingering sadness and worry of the day that still clings to me. 

We make our way to the bathroom, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpeting as we slowly undress. Chris turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right- warm and soothing. I step in first, letting the water cascade down my body, feeling its weight ease the tension off my muscles.  

Chris joins moments later, his presence filling the small space with a sense of intimacy that only we can share. He wraps his tattooed arms around me from behind, pulling me close as we stand beneath the steady stream of water. I lean into his embrace, feeling the strength and warmth of his body against mine. 

It took us a while

With every breath a new day

With love on the line

We've had our share of mistakes

Chris kisses a path from my shoulder, all the way up to my neck and to my earlobe, his warm breath on my skin making me shiver slightly. His hands trace my fox and deer antler tattoos before he rubs my breasts. 

“That’s right, beautiful. Relax,” Chris murmurs as he kisses the side of my throat as he continues to massage my skin. “Let go of everything that’s troubling you right now. Just stay in this moment with me.” 

I close my eyes, allowing Chris’s words to wash over me, grounding me in the present. The water continues to pour down on us, a steady rhythm that matches the beating of our hearts. I let go of everything else, giving myself fully to the moment and to the love that I share with Chris as he washes my hair and body. 

After we’re clean, we step out of the shower and wrap ourselves in towels. He then takes both of my hands and walks me back into the bedroom of our Airbnb, where the king sized bed is waiting for us. 

Chris suddenly and playfully pushes me on my back on the bed after we have changed into our comfortable clothes for the night, making me giggle as I look up at him and I signal to him with my finger to come to me and he slowly obliges with a chuckle of his own. 

Chris gets into bed with me, wrapping his tattooed arms around me as I lay my head on his bare tattooed chest, my fingers trace the unfinished haunted house tattoo on his chest and stomach. 

We lay there in silence for a while into the night, wrapped in each other’s embrace while the storm continued outside of our Airbnb, rain pelting against the window panes. I smell his familiar scent of cologne, coffee and a hint of pumpkin spice and I relax into his body. 

“Lycia?” Chris asks as I hum in response into his skin. “Tell me, what do you love most about me?” 

I grin as I look up at him, my chin resting on his chest. “Holy shit, thanks for that,” I say as he laughed softly. 

“For what?” He replies. 

“For that really big question,” I continue. “There are so many things that I love you for, if I were to tell you, it would take all night.” 

‘“Let me hear every single one of them,” He whispers as he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. “Make me fall in love with you all over again.” 

And just like that

All I breathe

All I feel

You are all for me

My eyes sparkle as I think about all the things that I love most about Chris. I lean in and kiss him for a second before I decide to speak. 

“Where do I start?” I murmur, smiling up at him. “I love the way your eyes light up when you’re performing on stage and how you always make me laugh with your goofy jokes.” 

Chris chuckles, nodding. “Go on.” 

“I love the way you take care of me, how you listen to me when I’m feeling down and help me see the good in things,” I continue, my voice soft and tender. “And I love how you can be both strong and gentle, fierce and caring all at the same time.” 

Chris leans down, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. “Keep going, babe. I want to hear everything.” 

I close my eyes, basking in the warmth of his touch. “I love the way your voice sounds when you sing, the way your brown eyes shine like melted chocolate and the way your tattooed arms hold me close.” I whisper. “I love the way you cook and the fact that you’re a total nerd when it comes to video games and hockey.” 

I laugh softly as I look at him, my hand moving up to caress his face. “And most of all, I love you for who you are, Chris. Whether you’re Chris Motionless or just being my Chris, you will always be the man of my dreams.” 

Chris smiles, his heart swelling with love. He kisses me deeply, pouring all of his emotion into that moment. 

“Lycia,” He begins, his voice a mixture of tenderness and devotion. “I promise to always be here for you, to support you in everything that you do as a photographer. I will be your rock, your confidant, and your biggest fan. I will make you laugh when you’re sad and hold you tight when the world feels overwhelming and I promise to love you fiercely, with every beat of my heart.” 

Before I can speak, a deafening crash of thunder echoes through the room and jolts us from our reverie. I instinctively cling tighter to Chris, seeking solace in his embrace as my scream is muffled into the sheets below. 

“Shh, honey. It’s just a storm,” He murmurs into my hair, his voice soothing and steady. “You’re safe with me, I’ve got you in my arms.” 

You are all for me

I'm in

And just like that

All I breathe

All I feel

As the storm intensifies, Chris decides to distract me from my anxiety over thunderstorms while he’s holding me and whispering comforting words to me. He reaches over to the nightstand and pulls out a deck of playing cards, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Hey, how about we play a game to take our minds off the storm?” He suggests, with a playful smile curling on his lips. I look up at him, my eyes still wide with unease. But I can't resist his infectious enthusiasm. With a hesitant nod, I agree. 

Chris shuffles the cards expertly, his tattooed fingers moving with precision and speed. He deals us each a hand, our fingers brushing against each other with every card that’s put on the bed sheet between us. 

“What happens if I win?” I say softly as I look into Chris’s eyes. 

“If you win, I’ll spend the rest of tonight kissing every inch of you,” Chris whispers, seductively. 

I blush, a mixture of excitement and nerves coursing through my veins. I have always loved the way that Chris kisses me, his lips so tender and yet full of passion. The thought of him showering me with kisses all night makes my heart race. 

“And what if you win?” I ask, trying to hide my anticipation. 

A devilish grin spreads across Chris’s face as he leans in closer to me, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 

“If I win,” He says, tracing circles on the back of my hand with his index finger. “You have to fulfill one fantasy of mine.” 

My eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and excitement dancing in my gaze. I bite my lip, feeling a course of adrenaline coursing through me. 

“And what might that be?” I whisper, my voice barely audible above the sound of the rain pouring against the window. Chris leans in even closer, his warm breath brushing against my ear as he speaks. 

“I want to blindfold you,” He murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. My breath hitches at his words. The thought of surrendering control to Chris ignites a fire within me. I gaze into his eyes, seeing the desire mirrored in their depths. 

“Deal,” I whisper back, my voice laced with anticipation. Chris leans back and continues the game of cards. 

You are all for me

No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do

I'm still falling for you

We play onward, our focus shifting from the storm raging outside to the intense competition between us. Each hand we play is an opportunity for laughter, teasing and stolen glances. As the game wears on, the tension in the room grows, matching the intensity of the storm. 

Eventually, I find myself on the verge of victory. My final card lays the key to winning the game but as I reach to lay it down, an enormous crash of thunder shakes the Airbnb, the lights flicker before plunging us into darkness. 

Startled, I gasp and instinctively reach for Chris, seeking comfort in his touch. At this moment, the reality of our situation sinks in. The storm has knocked out the power, leaving us in complete darkness. 

Chris holds me tightly and whispers reassurances in my ear. “It’s okay, baby. We’ll find a way through this. We just have to stick together.” 

I nod against his chest as I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself amidst the darkness and uncertainty. I realize that this unexpected turn of events could be an opportunity to strengthen our bond even farther. 

Brighter than gold

This love shining brighter than gold

This love is like letters in bold

This love is like out of control

With newfound determination, I make a decision. “Chris,” I say firmly. “Let’s continue our game by candlelight.” 

A smile spreads across Chris’s face as he realizes the significance of my words. Without hesitation, he releases his grip on me and fumbles through the darkness until he finds a box of matches. He strikes one against the rough surface, and a flickering flame illuminates the room. 

As the candlelight bathes the room in a warm glow, I feel a surge of courage. I reach for Chris’s hand, intertwining my fingers with his and lead him back to the edge of the bed where we have been playing. 

With the deck of cards in hand, we sit down cross-legged from each other. The flickering flame casts dancing shadows across our faces as we resume our game. As the final card is placed on the bed sheet, I hold my breath, hoping for a miracle but luck isn’t on my side tonight. 

“Full house,” Chris declares, his brown eyes gleaming with triumph. My heart sinks as I realize that I lost the game. A mixture of excitement and nervousness fills the air as Chris retrieves a black silk blindfold from the nightstand drawer. 

My hands tremble as he places it over my eyes, blocking out my sight. The anticipation grows with each passing second, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. 

“Trust me, honey,” Chris whispers into my ear, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine as he slowly undresses me. “I promise you’ll enjoy every moment.” 

This love is never growing old

You make it new

Still falling for you

Still falling for you

I nod, placing all my trust in him. I’m ready to surrender myself completely to his desires. He guides my trembling hands to the headboard, securing them as well with black silk restraints. I feel both vulnerability and excitement coursing through me as he tightens each knot. 

Once I’m securely tied to the headboard, I feel a surge of anticipation. The darkness heightens my senses, making every touch and sound more electrifying. I can hear Chris moving around the room, the rustling of fabric and the click of a drawer being open. 

Then suddenly, there’s silence. My breath heightens as I wait for Chris’s next move. Time seems to stretch on endlessly in the darkness until finally, I hear his voice, low and husky. 

“I want you to feel everything,” He says, his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Every touch, every caress, every sensation.” 

My heart races as I feel something soft and silky slide across my skin– the touch of feathers. They trail along my arms and thighs, leaving a set of goosebumps in their wake. I squirm against the restraints, yearning for more. Chris continues to explore my body with feather-light touches, his every movement precise and calculated. 

I can hardly contain my excitement as I feel the feather dance across my nipples and around my fox and deer antler tattoos, sensing a jolt of pleasure through my whole being. 

As Chris continues to tease me with the feathers, I couldn’t help but wonder what other sensations he has in store for me. 

I can hear the sound of something being uncapped and then a cool, viscous liquid dripping onto my skin. I shiver, both from the sensation and the anticipation of what was to come. My breath hitches once more as the liquid trickles down my skin, leaving a trail of coolness in its wake. 

Chris’s whispered words echo in my mind: “I want you to feel everything.” 

And feel everything I did. As he runs his fingers lightly over the now sensitive areas covered in that cooling liquid. I can feel every sensation heightened. Each touch sends shivers down my spine and my desire for him grows with each passing second. 

Chris’s voice breaks through the silence, his low words sending another shiver down my spine. “Allow me to show you how much I desire you.” 

The sound of fabric being rustled fills the room, and then I feel something soft and velvety against my lips. I open my mouth to take it in, my tongue eager for the taste of whatever it is. As I do, the flavor of vegan chocolate explodes in my mouth. It’s rich and decadent, and as it melts, I feel a warmth spreading through my body. 

As the chocolate lingers on my tongue, I feel a change in the air. The silence is broken by the sound of Chris’s deep breaths, growing heavier with each passing moment. And then suddenly, I feel his lips on mine. 

The kiss is passionate and hungry, our tongues dancing together as our bodies press against each other. I moan into Chris’s mouth, the sensation making my heart race even faster. His hands caress my skin, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. I can feel every inch of his body against mine, every muscle tight and defined. 

As our kiss deepens, Chris’s hands begin to explore my body, finding the sensitive spots that make shivers run down my spine. His hands trace over the curve of my neck, down my chest, where he massages each of my breasts, and over my heart, his touch sending sensations that threaten to consume me. 

With love on the line

What if we both would need more

But all your flaws and scars are mine

Once again, I hear the sound of fabric rustling and then the sensation of something cool and soft against my skin. As Chris removes the blindfold from my eyes, I gasp at the sight before me. The room is now completely covered in candlelight, illuminating every detail of our passionate encounter. Chris stands before me in nothing more than his black boxer briefs, his muscles rippling with desire. 

Seeing him like this, I feel the need to reach out and touch him, explore every inch of his body as he had explored mine now that he has let me free of my restraints. I reach out and wrap my fingers around his waist, pulling him towards me. I playfully grip his boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal his hard member, standing proud against his body. 

Without hesitation, I take him in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his head as I suck gently. I hear a groan escape from Chris as pleasure takes over him, his hands gripping the side of the headboard. 

“Fuck, Lycia, your mouth,” Chris moans as I relish in the taste of him, the salty sweetness of his skin mixing with the aroma of arousal. I suck harder, my mouth moving up and down on him in a frenzied rhythm, my tongue darting out to tease and torment him. 

And just like that

All I breathe

All I feel

You are all for me

I'm in

Chris moans louder, his hips bucking involuntarily as he lets himself be consumed by the sensation of my mouth on his length. I can feel his desire building within me, the waves of pleasure washing over me as I continue to pleasure him. I want to feel him inside of me, to be at one with him in the most intimate way possible. 

I release him from my mouth, eyes locking with his, filled with a hunger for him that I’ve never experienced before. 

Chris crawls back onto the bed and we continue exploring each other’s bodies, I want more. I need more. I know that Chris is the only one who can satisfy my desires, who could fulfill any fantasy of mine. 

“Take me,” I whisper hoarsely, as my eyes lock onto Chris’s as I spread my legs wide, the candlelight giving my phoenix tattoo on my hip an ethereal glow as I invite him in. Chris doesn’t need to be told twice. He positions himself at my entrance, our bodies aligned perfectly. 

After taking a moment to breathe deeply, Chris thrusts himself inside me and I gasp loudly at the intense sensation that washes over me. It’s everything I hoped for after such an intimate night like this one. Our bodies move together in perfect sync as we find our rhythm. 

Chris’s breath is ragged as he pounds into me, his body a blur of motion. I moan with each thrust, the feeling of him inside me making me crave more and more. My legs wrap around his waist, guiding him deeper as I want him to take me fully. As we continue our passion, I can feel Chris’s body tremble against mine as I dig my nails into his back, knowing that he’s close. 

And then, as if on cue, he groans loudly into my neck and his body stiffens as he slams into me one last time. I feel him pulse inside of me, his seed spilling deep inside me. I clench around him, wanting to milk every last drop. As he pulls out, I can feel the remnants of our lovemaking dripping down my thighs. 

I wrap my tired arms around Chris’s neck and I sigh softly as I hold him close to me. 

“Well, I hope that fulfills your fantasy, babe.” I murmur as Chris chuckles into my skin, his forehead resting up against mine and our noses touch. 

“You always seem to have the best one liner when we make love,” Chris whispers as his fingers tickle my sides, making me giggle. 

“I think it’s because I have the best partner when we make love,” I say softly as I glance over at him. 

Chris can’t help but smile at my words. He knows that our love is something special, something that can’t be found anywhere else. He leans in to kiss me, his lips brushing lightly against mine. 

“I think you’re right,” He whispers. “We make quite the pair.” 

“We certainly do,” I reply as I run my fingers through his purple hair. Chris looks down at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and lust. As we lay there, our bodies still entwined, he begins to stroke my hair. 

“You know I’ve never had a partner quite like you,” He says softly, his voice filled with an emotion that I can’t quite place. 

I look up at him, my eyes shining with love and adoration. “And I’ve never had a partner quite like you either,” I reply. 

There’s a moment of silence as we both take in the gravity of their words. Chris leans in and kisses me gently on the lips, his tongue gently exploring my mouth. I moan softly, my body responding to his touch. 

You are all for me

No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do

I'm still falling for you

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you,” He whispers. “I’ve never felt like this before.” 

I smile at Chris and whisper back, “I feel the same way. You make me feel like the luckiest person in the world.” 

I rest my head on the center of Chris’s chest, my fingers trace down the tattoos on his arm in a slow but loving pattern, I place kisses on his skin. 

“I love you,” Chris says, his voice low and husky, his eyes lock on mine. I look up at him with a soft smile crossing my lips. 

“I love you too,” I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper. Chris smiles down at me as he continues to stroke my caramel brown and purple hair. 

“I could stay like this forever,” He murmurs, his voice filled with contentment. 

“Me too,” I reply as I nuzzle myself into him, kissing his tattooed throat a few times. “Mmm. You’re so warm, babe. Why are you so warm? I love it.” 

Chris chuckles as he runs his fingers through my hair again as he responds: “Well, honey, maybe that’s because I’m so happy to be with you.” 

I giggle, my eyes sparkling as I look at him. “I’m happy to be with you too, you know that. But, seriously, why are you so warm?” 

Chris grins, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes. “I think it’s because I’m always thinking of you, my sweet Lycia,” He leans down to whisper in my ear. “And you’re the hottest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” 

I blush, my cheeks flushing pink as I continue to giggle. “You’re seriously a dork, Chris Motionless. But that’s what I love about you.” 

Chris laughs with a fond smile on his face, his voice rumbling through the room. "Well, I could say the same about you, Lycia Rose. Your dorkiness is one of the things I love most about you."

I playfully punch him in the arm, my eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Ow, babe. What was that for?" Chris says, laughing as he gently rubs his arm.

"Just because you're always teasing me doesn't mean I always have to put up with it." I retort, a playful grin on my face.

Chris pulls me close, causing me to giggle as he whispers, "I know, but you love it, don't you?"

I sigh, melting into his embrace as I reply, "Yes, maybe I do."

I love how I feel being in his arms, how his warmth enveloped me like a blanket. I love how his lips taste, how his fingers feel on my skin. I love how he makes me feel alive, how he gives me a purpose, a reason to keep going.

Falling, crash into my arms

Love you like this

Like a first kiss

Never let go

Chris's brown eyes are fixated on me, a look of pure adoration that makes my heart flutter. I smile softly at him as I rest my cheek on his chest, my fingers moving through his purple hair as I hum to myself.

I move my head and start to kiss the haunted house tattoo on his chest, I watch as Chris closes his eyes and holds me closer to him.

"Seus braços são meu santuário e meu coração sempre será seu, amor." I whisper in perfect Portuguese as I trace his tattoos. Chris opens one brown eye and looked at me.

"What did you say, honey?" He asks softly as I shift so my forehead is touching his, I caress his face with one single finger, a loving smile crosses my face.

"Your arms are my sanctuary and my heart will always be yours, love." I say into his lips.

Chris can't help but feel a wave of emotion wash over him as I speak these words. He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms completely around me as he holds me tightly.

"I love you too, babe," He whispers, his voice hardly above a whisper. "You will always be my Lycia. Never forget that."

I smile up at Chris, my eyes filled with love and adoration.

"I'll never forget, Chris. I promise." I say softly as I keep tracing his haunted house chest tattoo.

I lean in to kiss him again but my phone buzzed, I sigh and moved away from Chris, I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed it to see a text message from my brother, Nicholas.

Hey, Lycia. Just checking in and wanted to tell you some great news-- Adrian is out of surgery, he's breathing on his own and he'll be able to go home tomorrow.

Relief floods through me and I hug my phone to my bare chest. My little brother is going to be okay.

As my heart swells with relief, I can't help but let a small tear slip down my cheek. Chris notices the change in my demeanor and gently wipes away the tear, his tattooed fingers tender and loving.

"That's wonderful news," He says, his voice filled with empathy.

I nod, choking back my emotions. I look up at Chris with grateful eyes.

"Thank you for being here for me, for being my rock through all of this." I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Chris smiles at me softly, his brown eyes never leaving mine. "Honey, there's nowhere else I'd rather be than right here by your side. You and I will always get through anything that comes our way, because we will always have strength in each other."

I feel a warmth in my chest as his words sank in. I know that he's right; together we can handle anything that comes our way. I look into his eyes, my feelings for him growing stronger by the second.

"You have no idea how much that means to me, Chris," I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion. "You are my rock, my strength, and my everything. I love you so much."

Chris's heart swells at my words. He leans in and kisses me softly, his lips lingering on mine as if trying to absorb every ounce of my love. "And I love you more, Lycia. We'll face this together, just like everything else we've faced together. We'll come out stronger because of it."

I can't help but smile at his words. I know he's right; we would face everything together.

Chris scoops me back into his arms, making me giggle as he lays back in the bed with me once more. He brings the sheets up around us again, I settle perfectly in his arms and I snuggle into him.

As the night continued, I feel a deep sense of peace and contentment wash over me. I know exactly where I'm meant to be. In Chris Motionless's arms, surrounded by love and warmth. As we lay there and finally settle into sleep, I can't help but look forward to the next adventures that we'd embark on together and the strength we would find in each other along the way.

And just like that

All I feel is you

All I feel is you

You are all for me

I’m still falling ...

And just like that

All I feel is you

All I feel is you

You are all for me

No one can lift me, catch me the way that you do

I’m still falling for you…

[bboyplankton]

2023 Playlist

2 Chainz & Lil Wayne – Long Story Short

38 Spesh – Crowned King

38 Spesh & Conway the Machine feat. Benny the Butcher – Speshal Machinery

38 Spesh & Conway the Machine feat. Pharohe Monch & Che Noir – We Outside

Adi Oasis – Serena

Adrian Dzvuke feat. Myx Quest – EGO

Ama Lou – Silence

Armani White feat. A$AP Ferg – Silver Tooth.

Austin Millz feat. Duckwrth – Familiar

Biako feat. Peyton – Holy Matrimony

BiC Fizzle – Loaded

BiC Fizzle – Where U From

BigXthaPlug - Mmhmm

BigXthaPlug – Rush Hour

BJ the Chicago Kid – Who Cares

BLK ODYSSY feat. Grace Sorensen – LET ME GO

BLK ODYSSY – ODEE

Boldy James & ChanHays – Trust Issues

Casper Sage – Flow State

Chase Shakur – x’s n o’s

Chiiild – Into The Deep End

Chris Brown – Feel Something

Chris Brown – Stutter

Ciara – Type A Party

Conway the Machine & Jae Skeese – The Chosen

Conway the Machine feat. Sauce Walka & Juicy J – Super Bowl

Curren$y & Trauma Tone – All Fucked Up

Curren$y & Trauma Tone feat. Maxo Kream – Cheat Code

Daniel Caesar – Do You Like Me?

Dave East – Letter to Kobi

Dave East – Like A Rose

Deanté Hitchcock feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Westside Boogie – Callin’

Dende – Nightmares

Destin Conrad feat. Masego – Super Paradise

Devon Gilfillian – The Recipe

DJ Drama feat. Jeezy – I Ain’t Gon Hold Ya

Doe Boy – Rhude Boy

Doja Cat – Agora Hills

Doja Cat – 97

Domo Genesis & The Alchemist feat. Tyler, the Creator – No Idols

Domo Genesis & The Alchemist feat. Freddie Gibbs – Till The Angels Come

Don Toliver – Leather Coat

Don Toliver feat. Kali Uchis – 4 Me

Ebony Riley – Draws

Elli Ingram – Heavy

Elmiene – Mad At Fire

Elmiene – Someday

Emotional Oranges – Lies You Tell

Fall Out Boy – What a Time To Be Alive

FNF Chop – Shooting

Forest Claudette – Two Years

Gucci Mane & B.G. – Idiots Worst Nightmare

Gucci Mane feat. Young Dolph – Pretty Girls

Hamzaa & 1srael – Borderline

IDK feat. Jucee Froot & Saucy Santana – Pinot Noir

Jack Harlow – They Don’t Love It

Jacob Latimore – Sorry

Jai’len Josey – Southern Delicacy

Jane Handcock – Layin Next to Me

Janelle Monáe – Water Slide

Jastin Martin – S.O.M.S. (Still Owe Me Something)

Jean Deaux – Dog

JMSN – Soft Spot

Jordan Ward feat. Lido – Pricetag/Beverlywood

Jorja Smith - Lately

Jozzy – Alone

Juicy J feat. La Chat – Deadbeat

Jungle – Back On 74

Justine Skye feat. Timbaland – Intruded

Kali Uchis feat. Don Toliver – Fantasy

K Camp – Spin the Block

Kenyon Dixon feat. Alex Isley – & Then Some

Kenyon Dixon – Lucky

Key Glock – Pop My Shit

Khamari – Doctor, My Eyes

Killer Mike feat. El-P & thankugoodsir – Don’t Let the Devil

Killer Mike feat. Curren$y, 2 Chainz, & Kaash Paige – Spaceship Views

KXNG CROOKED & Joell Ortiz – No More

Kyra – Sweet Mahogany

Larry June & The Alchemist feat. Slum Village – Orange Village

Larry June & Cardo feat. ScHoolboy Q – Pop Out

Leonard Charles feat. Reality Jonez – Get Out

Leon Thomas – Breaking Point

Lloyd Banks – Onyx AMG

Lloyd Banks feat. Method Man – 101 Razors

Logic feat. Norah Jones – Paradise II

Mac Demarco – Chicago

Machel Montano – Night Shift

Machel Montano feat. Destra – Shake the Place

Maeta feat. Ambré – Control Freak

Mahalia – Isn’t It Strange?

Mahalia – Plastic Plants

Marc E. Bassy – Change My Ways

Mannywellz – Be Alright

Masego – In Style

Masego – Remembering Sundays

Moneybagg Yo – Ocean Spray

Nas – Slow It Down

Nelccia – Options

Noah Guy feat. Amaria – Stay Here

Nonso Amadi – Foreigner

Omarion – Alkaline Drip

Paramore – Running Out of Time

Phabo – Casamigos

PinkPanthress – The Aisle

Preemo Rice – DEEP in my bag

Queen Naija – Soul Tied

RAAHiiM – Friend Zone

RAAHiiM – Lonely

RAAHiiM – Outside Freestyle

Reason – Gang Shit!

Rican Da Menace feat. Moneybagg Yo – Dumb

Rory feat. DRAM & Alex Isley – I Want You But You’ll Never Know…

Roy Woods – Don’t Mind Me

rum.gold – AM/FM

Sabrina Carpenter – Read Your Mind

Sabrina Claudio – Tastes So Good

Saint Harison feat. Tiana Major9 – homies

Saleka – Fantasy

Saleka – Séance

Sam Smith – No God

Sampha – Inclination Compass (Tenderness)

Sampha – Only

Sebastian Mikael feat. Flwr Chyld – It’s You

Selah Sue – When It All Falls Down

Shy Glizzy feat. 21 Savage – Slime-U-Out

Sy Ari Da Kid & Paxquiao – No Rules (Slut Me Out)

Tay Iwar feat. Knucks – Juice

Terrace Martin & Alex Isley – 2 Step in the Living Room

THEY. – Blu Moon

TOBi – Move

Tone Stith – Girls Like You

Tone Stith – Whoa

Travis Scott – I Know?

Travis Scott feat. James Blake & 21 Savage – Till Further Notice

Vedo – Consistency

Vedo – Deep (Hold You)

Vedo – You and Me

Victoria Monet – Smoke (Reprise)

Wale the Sage – Bleue

Wiz Khalifa – Tail Money

Yung Bleu – Can’t Help Who You Love

[yanverse]

If Adrian ever decided to wear his piercings again, I would gladly help him keep them clean n gib him lil smooches <3

If you asked, he would definitely put his tongue stud back in. That's the one he misses the most, and he's willing to get it re-pierced--and it's much easier to hide, because he doesn't feel that at his age he could really "rock" those piercings like he did as a young, dumb teenager. But the tongue piercing....yeah. He'd get it redone for you. And just for you...>:)

[themomsandthecity]

Bryce, Jordan, Jude, and 200+ More of the Best Gender Neutral Baby Names

There are plenty of reasons you might want a shortlist of gender neutral baby names. For instance, if you're not finding out the gender of your baby before their born, but you want to have a name decided on ahead of time - picking a name that works for any gender is the perfect solve. Or maybe you just prefer gender neutral names to baby names that are more traditionally masculine or feminine (although, of course, we love using a baby boy name for girls!) Gender neutral baby names cut across categories. You can find gender neutral names amongst Victorian-era baby names, trendy names, and more unique picks, which means you can find the perfect gender neutral baby name no matter what "vibe" of name you're going for. And to get your creativity going, we rounded up more than 200 unisex names that will suit your baby no matter what. Ahead, find some of our favorite gender-neutral names for babies, from A to Z. A * Adair * Adan * Addison * Ade * Adrian * Aiden * Ainsley * Alby * Alex * Ali * Amari * Andy * Angel * Ari * Ariel * Aries * Ash * Asher * Aspen * Atlas * Aubrey * August * Austen * Avery * B * Baker * Bailey * Bali * Banks * Bellamy * Beckham * Berkeley * Billie * Blaine * Blair * Blake * Bobby * Bowen * Brett * Briar * Brighton * Briley * Brinley * Brooklyn * Bryce * C * Caelan * Cairo * Camden * Cameron * Campbell * Carey * Carson * Carter * Casey * Cassidy * Celyn * Chandler * Charlie * Chris * Cody * Colby * Cole * Collins * Corey * Cove * D * Dakota * Dale * Dallas * Dana * Dane * Darryl * Declan * Delta * Devin * Dorian * Drew * Dylan * E * Easton * Eli * Elliot * Ellis * Ellison * Ember * Emerson * Emory * Evan * Ezra * F * Fallon * Finley * Florian * Flynn * Frances * Frankie * G * Gabriel * Gale * Glenn * Grayson * Grey * H * Harley * Harper * Hayden * Hunter * I * Indiana * Indigo * J * James * Jamie * Jayden * Jaylen * Jesse * Jordan * Jude * Julian * Juniper * Justice * K * Kaden, * Kai * Keegan * Kelly * Kendall * Kennedy * Kerry * Knox * Kyle * L * Lake * Landon * Landry * Lane * Lee * Lennon * Lennox * Lincoln * Linden * Logan * London * Lou * Lucian * Lumi * M * Mackenzie * Madison * Marley * Mason * Max * Maxwell * Micah * Milan * Mina * Monroe * Montana * Morgan * N * Nash * Nevada * Nico * Noah * Noel * O * Oakley * Ollie * Ore * Ozzie * P * Palmer * Paris * Parker * Pat * Perri * Peyton * Piper * Phoenix * Q * Quinn * R * Reagan * Reed * Reese * Reign * Remy * Rey * Riley * River * Roan * Robin * Rory * Roux * Rowan * Royal * Rudy * Ryan * Ryder * Rylan * S * Sage * Salem * Sam * Santana * Sawyer * Saylor * Scout * Seven * Shannon * Shawn * Shiloh * Skylar * Sloane * Spencer * Sterling * Stevie * Sunny * Sydney * T * Tanner * Tatum * Taylor * Terry * Theo * Tony * Tory * Tracy * Tyler * U * Umber * Unique * Uri * V * Val * Vesper * * W * Wallace * West * Winter * Wrennyn * Wyatt * Wynne * X * Xoan * Y * Yael * Z * Zion https://www.popsugar.com/family/Gender-Neutral-Baby-Names-34485564?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

[rosietrace]

Rosie's 2023 valentines masterlist 💌❣️

This masterlist are all works written during the 2023 Valentine's event by Rosietrace, aka me!

Ships include: Oc x canon, oc x oc

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Non-request works

All works written that didn't require requests

My beautiful rose [ Rollo Flamme x Frisk De La Rose ]

Flowers for my queen [ Adrian Marwood x Victoria Shard ]

月が綺麗ですね? [ Rollo x Frisk x Cater(one-sided) ]

Plants, princes and purpose [ Dimitri x Ivy, Dimitri x Aimée, and Roya x Gwen headcanons ]

Her honor [ Roya Callistis x Gwendolyn Schnee ]

But then he walked in [ Lance Novellion x Maria Alarik ]

Marry me pleek [ Clark Monroe x Sunako Hiyama ]

It's okay to cry [ Victoria Shard x Vigil ] (final)

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Request works

All works written with requests from my mutuals ❤️

Beach day with a bitch [ Camilla x Aine ]

Record waltz [ Azure x Carol ]

Poisonous touch [ Victoria x Yasuno ]

Theatric evening [ Victoria x Ellis ]

Lovely siren [ Nyx x Juvia ]

What the hell is that? [ Yuuta x Miren ]

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How to request!

[ Please request via Tumblr asks or Discord ]

I will be doing oc x canon, oc x oc, and possibly oc x reader content in a oneshot or headcanon format depending on how you requested. Please specify if you want a oneshot or headcanons.

What I will do

Oc x canon, oc x oc, oc x reader

Discuss new ships and write content for those ships

Oneshot/Headcanon format

Fluff

Angst(please specify if you want a happy ending)

Mild NSFW

Hurt comfort

Platonic/Romantic oneshots & headcanons

Will only write platonic content on characters who identify as aromantic (Except Yuuta, pls don't cancel me for that)

Songfics! Or oneshots that were heavily inspired by a specific song

Write a oneshot or headcanon about a ship(platonic or otherwise) in a specific AU

What I won't do

Explicitly NSFW works

Incest

R*pe

Pedophilia

Anything remotely related to typically NSFW dynamics & ship dynamics with large age gaps

Romantic content of aromantic identifying ocs

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[fashionbooksmilano]

In America

A Lexicon of Fashion

Andrew Bolton and Amanda Garfinkel with Jessica Regan and Stephanie Kramer   Photographs by Amma-Marie Kellen

The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York 2022, 257 pages, Hardcover,    24.77 x  31.12 cm, ISBN  978-1588397348

euro 53,00

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A new glossary of American fashion explores the expressive qualities of works by pioneering designers, who established the nation’s style, and the up-and-coming designers shaping its future.

In America: A Lexicon of Fashion presents a modern vocabulary of American dress that emphasizes emotions while not discounting the simple, practical, and egalitarian character that has traditionally separated American ready-to-wear from European haute couture. Stunning new photography showcases over 100 garments from the 1940s to the present that offer a timely new perspective on the diverse and multifaceted nature of American fashion.

The catalogue features works that display qualities such as belonging, comfort, desire, exuberance, fellowship, joy, nostalgia, optimism, reverence, spontaneity, strength, and sweetness by well-known designers and emerging creatives, including:

Gilbert #Adrian, Geoffrey Beene, Thom Browne, Bonnie Cashin, Willy Chavarria, Olivia Cheng, Telfar Clemens, #OscardelaRenta, Colm Dillane, #Perry Ellis,        Tremaine Emory, #TomFord, #RudiGernreich, #Halston, Elizabeth Hawes, #CarolinaHerrera, Conner Ives, #CharlesJames, Kerby Jean-Raymond, #DonnaKaran, #CalvinKlein, Michael Kors, #RalphLauren, Vera Maxwell, #ClaireMcCardell,Norman Norell ,Heron Preston, Christopher John Rogers, Raul Solís, Hillary Taymour, #DianevonFurstenberg, Vera Wang

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03/02/22

[afternoon-skies]

Melodic Music Mix: Create the Perfect Playlist for Your Melodic Journey

Welcome to the world of melodic music, where each note carries you on a captivating journey of emotions. Whether you want to unwind after a long day or seek inspiration for your melodic journey, a well-curated music playlist is the perfect companion. Today, let's take you on a fulfilling musical adventure.

When crafting a favorite playlist, the key lies in selecting songs with emotions and creating a seamless flow from one track to another. Begin by identifying the mood you wish to set for your journey – whether it be soothing, uplifting, energetic, or a combination of various sentiments. Once you have a clear direction, explore different genres, such as classical, ambient, electronic, or even instrumental versions of popular songs, to find melodies that resonate with your desired mood.

Consider the tempo and rhythm of each track, as they can greatly influence the overall feel of your playlist. A mix of slow and fast-paced songs can create a dynamic experience, while a consistent tempo can help maintain a sense of tranquility or energy throughout. Feel free to experiment and include songs that may seem unconventional at first. Sometimes, the most unexpected melodic music mix can profoundly impact your journey.

Popular Playlists You Can Consider For Your Melodic Journey

Chillanthropist Guest Mix Debut: Chillhop and Lofi Chill Mix

Full Track List:

quickly, quickly – Gorge

quickly, Lie

League of Legends, Xander. – Growing Flowers

Xander. – Cheers

Haux, Samuraii – Caves – Samuraii Remix

Forester – Lost

Cannons – Footsteps in the Dark

Lila Drew, Majid Jordan – 2023 (Majid Jordan Remix)

Billie Eilish, Astronomyy – Ocean Eyes (Astronomyy Remix)

Alex Schulz ft. Ashe – Permanent Summer

Christine and the Queens, Paradis – Tilted (Paradis Remix)

The Bins – Beijos (Amerigo Gazaway Remix)

silvershore, Anki – orbit

Golden Era EDM throwback mix

Full Track List: 

Calvin Harris feat. Florence Welch – Sweet Nothing

David Guetta feat. Sia – Titanium 

Zedd feat. Foxes – Clarity (Tiesto remix X original mix)

Afrojack feat. Eva Simmons – Take Over Control 

Martin Solveig feat. Dragonette – Hello 

Calvin Harris feat. Ayah Marar – Thinking About You 

Eric Prydz – Every Day

Pryda – 2Night X Oasis – Wonderwall

Otto Knows – Million Voices X Coldplay – Fix You

Nadio Ali, Starkillers & Alex Kenji – Pressure (Alesso remix)

One Republic – If I Lose Myself (Alesso Remix)

Swedish House Mafia – Don't You Worry Child X Temper Trap – Sweet Disposition (Axwell & Dirty South remix) 

Adrian Lux – Teenage Crime (Axwell & Henrik B remix) 

Calvin Harris – Feel So Close 

Kaskade vs. Sebastian Ingrosso & Tommy Trash – Eyes Reloaded (Kaskade mash-up)

Steve Aoki & Wynter Gordon – Ladi Dadi (Tommy Trash remix) 

Tim Berg – Seek Bromance 

Axwell, Ingrosso, Angello & Laidback Luke – Leave the World Behind

Calvin Harris – I'm Not Alone (Deadmau5 remix) 

Kaskade – 4AM (Adam K & Soha mix)

Escape to a Sunny Afternoon With Uplifting Music

Full Track List:

Isak Danielson – Broken (Lost Frequencies Cut)

Calvin Harris, Ellie Goulding – Miracle (Mau P remix)

Alesso – Without You

DubVision – P.R.O.G.2

Third-Party – Thee Chords (Feel So High) 

Vintage Culture, Franky Wah – Alive 

Jerome Isma-Ae, Weekend Heroes – In The Dark 

GENESI – Everything You Have Done (Meduza edit)

Fred again.., Skrillex & Four Tet – Baby again..

MK & Dom Dolla – Rhyme Dust

John Summit, Hayla – Where You Are (Gorgon City remix) 

Steve Brian feat. Christian Carcamo – Us (Axis remix) 

Noise & Westend feat. No/Me – Push To Start

Nelly Furtado, Dom Dolla – Eat Your Man

FISHER & Aatig – Take It Off

Chris Lake & Aluna – Beggin’

Skrillex & BEAM – Selecta 

Duke Dumont – The Chant

Matt Fax & x.o.anne – Underwater

Rebel of Sleep & Joseph Crime – Around

Do you like this vibe? So, what are you waiting for? Let's embark on this musical and melodious journey together! Follow afternoon skies for more!!

[viviennevivisection]

Session 25 Notes - “Family Tree Dinner” - 12/18/22

-We have traded Norman Steele’s evil sword for necklaces that protect us against scrying

-Naomi -- earrings

-VE -- amulet 

-Cass -- anklet 

-The Avapedia page for Residuum is locked from being edited…the reason (allegedly) is that people were spreading misinformation

-The information that is there: it is usually mined, the essence of the material can be changed, it is malleable, different sources can give different types of minerals

-Ellie used her editor’s access to check the page

-It’s been locked down for a LONG TIME, there aren’t many changes, actually

-Avapedia needs funding, TC provides this and perhaps has some access to do shit like this 

-Cass has made Naomi an enhanced arcane focus 

-Writing a letter to Dr. Cunt 

Dear Dr. Cunt, 

Dr. Celadon Hunt, 

We hope this letter finds you in good health. We are interested to know what your current standing is.

-LETTER SCRAPPED WE ARE CALLING HER 

-Called Helix Labs, and spoke the receptionist (Tina) who after checking the files gave us Dr. Cunt’s personal cell number 

-She is “on vacation” in Aurora 

-Seems to be scheming, is interested in meeting with us, getting dinner

-She already had gotten lunch with someone we know (?)

-Many dragon puns were made 

-Leah is bringing her fiance Adrian to dinner, she is already back in town because she was called home by the Coralogia 

-Ellie is asking Vytris who Dr. Cunt was getting lunch with 

-Cass is casting detect magic, watching us commune 

-Both of us got (separate) voice memos

-Ellie’s vision more or less confirms that it was Angie (code name Angelica Astris) who Dr. Cunt met with, a vision of both of them checking out Ellie’s file at AC 

-Ellie lied to try and protect Angie -- Cass called her out. She came clean and Cass and Naomi admitted that they don’t HATE Angie (especially not as much after The Search For Ellie) 

-The Pritchard Home is a SHOES OFF household

-The Ezras are in Rosewood

-Ezra Darcy sent Cass a video of him casting prestidigitation 

-Making a plan to try and “wake up” Halloway if Fleur is HARD #confirmed to be evil 

-Rosewood was over forested and turned into a ghost town

-Trying to crimson bond Angie (she resisted), but she does seem to be generally okay at the moment 

-It’s Monday!! Are you ready? 

-We’re driving to dinner 

6-6:15: Arrival Time 

6:30 Sharp: Dinner Begins

-We are going to be on time 

-Outfits!

-Cass- business bitch clothes, Dodder intern era, thrifted but chic, high-waisted, wide-leg brown trousers, a wide, scoop neck sweater, green buttons down the sleeve, wearing her docs, but no goggles so her horns are visible

-Naomi- high neck, long sleeve dress to the ankles, a belt-like corset, new, weird jewelry (The Viv x Riley Collection?), looks completely appropriate until you look too long at which point the outfit feels slightly uncanny 

-Viv- floor length red gown, up to the neck, sleeveless with long gloves, hair done up, and eight inch bedazzled heels

-We have brought a clown suit (you never know!)

-The drive to Corsica is about 45 minutes (similar to going to Tennefly from NYC)

-There is only one exit in or out for Corsica 

-Very suburbia-core, cookie-cutter, so perfect that it’s uncanny 

-We (Viv and Cass) feel a shiver down our spine like we’re being followed, watched. We feel a staunch and visceral gut feeling to GET OUT 

-Naomi feels as if she has stepped into quicksand, the more you struggle, the more you sink 

-Welcome to Corsica :) 

-DN is there…”The phaaaaantom of Naomi is there….inside your mind…” 

-She is fidgety 

-Ezra certainly has the same sinking feeling as Naomi 

-The town set up perfect -- a main road that cuts through three rings (like a power button) 

-The center of the city has a greco-style library, with beautiful gardens. This is the Collection Hall 

-”The Sanctum” is also there 

-THIS PLACE IS NOT PUBLIC (unsure if I meant Corsica generally, or The Collection Hall and The Sanctum…probably all of the above) 

-We pass Corsica Prep (famously Leah’s job) 

-The community is very self-sustaining, very little need of the outside world

-There are two cars in the driveway at the Pritchard Home 

-Naomi’s parents, Leah, and…Dr. Whitmer 

-”It’s bad vibes for sure…” 

Naomi: “I don’t think any of this is going to be real, so don’t freak out.” 

-We are buffing the HELL out of Naomi (warding bond, and enhance ability) 

-Johanna is here -- looks like Leah. Blonde with crazy eyes, wearing a turtleneck and slacks 

-She gives Naomi a look with no emotion that still manages to be disappointed AND withering 

Naomi: “Mama, he’s like a service animal.” (On Watts)

-We won the battle of Watts (Johanna didn’t want him in the house) 

-Viv took off her bedazzled stripper heels 

-NO TV, ONLY BOOK

-Cyrus Pritchard -- dad

-Adrian (Leah fiance) seems sociable and nice 

-None of the seats are particularly comfortable, but they look nice!

-Adrian works in advertising -- Omni-Spark 

-CTV is one their accounts 

-We got Adrian’s business card (his last name is Williams) 

-Playing games with Dr. Whitmer 

-Convincing her that I’m open to converting 

-Trying to get invited to lecture night with the Coralogia 

-Dinner time!

-Naomi is causing fear in Whiter and Johanna (uno reversing them by making everything seem just a little uncanny, low level bee sounds) 

-Johanna is affected, but Whitmer seemed to catch and absorb the spell -- will certainly notice any spells casted but…may not mind? 

-The menu is very health food vibes -- it’s all shit idc 

-Viv is drinking wine that she brought herself 

-Hallucinatory terrain has been cast by Naomi -- Whitmer can certainly see it, but it’s hidden from everyone else for the moment 

-The spell has Leah’s eyeballs on her plate, make the periphery of everyone’s vision The Wild Lands, Naomi served beautifully upon the dinner table -- half Hannibal, half body of Christ 

-Dr. Halloway is a powerful asset to the university? → Naomi said that Fleur offered her some sort of job 

-”What can you do that’s better?” 

-Adrian knows the game he’s playing

-He is going to be an elder scholar -- has received some special honor. He’s been tapped for the Bestowing, a secretive ceremony, very spooky secret, a closed practice

-Dr. W is on our frequency (can hear us communicate over the telepathic bond) 

-Dragging Leah through the mud 

-Cass mentioned that we were invited to dinner with Dr. Cunt -- said Ezra still has his job at Helix 

-Dr. Whitmer knows secrets…has always seemed to know things she shouldn't

-Cyrus works in collection -- procurement for the library 

-Johanna does budget management for the schools -- on the faculty and staff side 

-Cass implying nepotism to further drag Leah 

-Adrian getting tapped for the Bestowing has changed the wedding date 

-Dr. ESTER Whitmer (first name reveal) 

-Whitmer is doing some fuck shit, we feel like we’re going to pass out, everyone can see Naomi’s spell and everyone is scared, the shadow version of everyone lifts their chins and covers their eyes, freezing them. Whitmer is the puppet master, she tried (and failed) to get DN and we can actually see DN!!!

-Namoi grabbed DN’s hand 

-Whitmer is slowly looking less human, almost like DN 

-She sounds like the Coralogia (multiple voices I think?)

-It is game time, girls

Naomi: “You don’t understand what you did to me.” 

Whitmer: “What happened to you was unfortunate, but we can fix it still.” 

Naomi: “There isn’t fixing…this…” (DN is becoming scarier) 

Whitmer: “You haven’t…she has to consume.” 

Naomi: “So she can live like the rest of them?” 

Whitmer: “So you can be like us. So you can lead.” 

Naomi: “Oh, that sounds like a bad deal.” 

Whitmer: “Sad to see an intelligent mind go to waste.” 

Naomi: “You could have avoided all this by being honest with me for two seconds.” 

Whitmer: “You understand that we can’t let you do as you wish. You’re too much of a risk. If you choose not to honor the path that’s been set for you and disregard The Grove, and its tending, we will have no choice.” 

Whitmer: “Let us guide you. We must. You cannot escape the whole. And you need to feed.” 

Naomi: “You need me. You’re going to need to make a better sale than that.” 

Whitmer: “What is it you want?” 

Naomi: “Nothing you can give me.” 

Whitmer: “We are capable of…impossible things.” 

Naomi: “Like siphoning off the divine magic of my entire family?” 

Whitmer: “Things you wouldn’t believe.” 

Naomi: “I am so sick of being spoken to in riddles. You could be doing a lot better and you are simply not.” 

Whitmer: “Then lead us. Let me show you the truth.” 

Naomi: “Show me.” 

Whitmer: “Are you sure you want this?” 

Naomi: “Do they get hurt?” 

Whitmer: “Collateral damage.” 

-Whitmer has taken control of the hallucinatory terrain -- has manifested The Grove. She has let the shadows go except for Adrian. We see the trees. We hear the heartbeats. There is a big, expansive central tree. Its roots expand out and also lift it off the ground so one could go under it. The tree is writhing? 

-The mind is like a grove. 

-Maybe the mind is A LOT more like a grove than we thought, in a literal way

-The central tree has an echo of divinity, but doesn’t seem to divine in and of itself 

-There is connection between this Thing and the reflection pools 

-Naomi is…praying! But not in the normal way :) 

-We are stumbling into dangerous consequences 

-Dr. Whitmer is in her Other Mother Era 

-She is DROOLING a lot 

-She’s expending a lot of power to do what she’s doing right now 

-We get the familiar feeling of waiting for the static shock 

-We are extremely close to the Root, many things could happen. We feel like we’re being pulled apart

Whitmer: “It's a shame, really. To waste such a valuable mind. One who was to become like us. But if this is what will convince you…so be it.”

-Her jaw has unhinged entirely and she has chomped down upon shadow Adrian’s head 

-She has consumed his essence

-Slurping 

-Dr. W chomped him in real life too 

-DN IS DROOLING! FERAL!! Blood in the water!

-The Main Tree shivers and quakes with the consumption of Adrian, makes a scary ass sound 

-Adrian has slumped down into his food 

-He has been K I L L E D?!

-We tried to revivify him, but needed to hit a nat 20, did not, and we couldn’t bring him back. Still trying to help

-Whitmer straight up ATE his soul 

-Cyrus has seen this happen before (the soul munch -- smunch) 

Naomi, to Cyrus: “You knew that that’s what they were going to do to me?” 

-Whitmer had an excess of divine energy that receded -- unclear if that’s her stopping channeling the magic or digesting the divinity from the smunch 

-The Tree -- a hive mind? You know everything but you’re dead? Being able to harvest the knowledge of the trees in the grove? 

Naomi, to Leah: “Are you okay with this?” 

-No real response from her 

Naomi: “You deserve better.” 

-DN has grabbed Leah’s shadow from The Grove, Naomi can do whatever she wants with it 

-Naomi showed her what happened, what we saw Whitmer do 

Whitmer: “Don’t waste any more precious minds.” 

-Cass has pulled a gun on Whitmer: “I dare you to try.” 

-Rolls for initiative have been called 

Cass

Naomi 

? 

Whitmer 

Viv

General Family 

[chrancecriber]

Radio NET Bulgaria (November 21, 2022)

23:57 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - Stealing Hearts 23:53 PAUL TAYLOR - Straight to the Point 23:48 MARION MEADOWS - Be With You 23:45 COOL SPRING JAZZ QUARTET - Christmas 23:42 STEVE OLIVER - One Big Smile 23:38 ERIC DARIUS - Kingstons Flavor 23:34 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Better Days Ahead feat. Jeff Pescetto 23:30 DAVE KOZ - Right By Your Side 23:27 AL DEGREGORIS - Mythland 23:21 JUSTIN YOUNG - Jingle Bells 23:17 ROB TARDIK - No Limits (feat. Vincent Ingala) 23:12 EUGE GROOVE - Slow Jam 23:08 VANN BURCHFIELD - When We're Together 23:03 PETER WHITE - Bittersweet 23:00 DOCTOR X - Magneto 22:55 ABOVE & BEYOND, OCEANLAB - I Am What I Am (Original Mix) 22:51 ABOVE & BEYOND, GARETH EMERY - On A Good Day (Incognet REWORK) 22:46 ABOVE & BEYOND - Blue Sky Action 22:42 SUNLOUNGER, SEIS CUERDAS - A Balearic Dinner (Chill Mix) 22:37 SUNLOUNGER, ZARA TAYLOR - Crawling (Chill Version) 22:32 SUNLOUNGER, ZARA TAYLOR - Lost (Chill Version) 22:26 LUSTRAL - Someone (Original Mix) 22:21 351 LAKE SHORE DRIVE - Summernights 22:17 LOWLAND - Children (Orchestral Version) 22:13 KRONO, CIMO FRANKEL - Sweet Goodbye 22:08 GUENTER HAAS - Secret Diary 22:03 NADIA ALI - Is It Love 22:00 THE UNDERDOG PROJECT - Winter Jam (Acoustic Version) 21:55 JOHN O'CALLAGHAN, AUDREY GALLAGHER - Big Sky (Acoustic Mix) 21:51 YANNI - Can't Wait 21:45 EUPHONIC TRAVELLER - Pont Notre Name (Original Mix) 21:41 FABERLIQUE, SYNTHETICSAX, K.S.PROJECT - Fantasy 21:34 SYNTHETICSAX - Here Workin' (DJ Rostej Original Remix) 21:31 JOHN DAHLBACK - Shivers (Acoustic Version) 21:27 SUSANA, TENISHIA - Never Let You Down (Chill Out Mix) 21:22 MANDALAY - It's Enough Now 21:19 MARCUS SCHOSSOW, ANDY DUGUID, EMMA HEWITT - Light (Acoustic Version) 21:13 MARGA SOL - Prayer For Love (Soul Avenue's Balearic Blues Mix) 21:09 PABLO NOUVELLE - Is It Ok 21:04 THE DO - Too Insistent (Trentemoller Remix) 20:55 VINTAGE, MORELLI - Tree Of Life (Magnetik Remix) 20:50 VELVET DREAMER - Sky is Falling (Mo'jardo Remix) 20:45 JENS BUCHERT - Bug in Mind (Vocal Mix) 20:41 LINKIN PARK - My December 20:36 MARTINIQUE LE SOUFFLEUR - Sound of Panama 20:31 SUNLOUNGER, ZARA TAYLOR - Try To Be Love (Chill Out Mix) 20:26 ROGER SHAH, SUNLOUNGER - Trademark White (Omega 3 Bossachill Remix) 20:22 FRAINBREEZE, ELLIE LAWSON - I Pray (Chill Out Mix) 20:15 THE THRILLSEEKERS - Dreaming Of You (Tranquilo's Ambient Mix) 20:12 SYLVERING - Strangelove 20:05 SUNLOUNGER, KYLER ENGLAND - Change Your Mind (Chill Version) 19:59 SIMON LE GREC, DENISE GUTTENBACH - Touch Me (Original Mix) 19:56 ADRIAN & RAZ, ELLIE LAWSON - A Hundred Ways (Original Mix) 19:52 SOUND BEHAVIOUR - Comfort Zone 19:47 SMOOTH DELUXE - Boulevard Rouge 19:41 ASHENI - Only Magic (Chris Wonderful Remix) 19:37 MARIUS NEDELCU, RED HEAD - Rain (Acoustic Version) 19:34 FARUK SABANCI, CAMI - Awaken (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 19:31 PAROV STELAR - Milla's Dream 19:27 KIRSTY HAWKSHAW, TENISHIA - Reason To Forgive (Piano Mix) 19:22 SUE MCLAREN - Haunted (Zetandel Chill Out Remix) 19:18 COLLIN MCLOUGHLIN - Stereo Hearts (DJ Lime El Project Chill Remixes) 19:13 BRIAN MAGIX, CYNTHIA HALL - Carved In Stone (Chill Out Mix) 19:09 EMMA HEWITT - These Days Are Ours (Zetandel Chill Out Mix) 19:04 ANA CRIADO - Vulnerable (Mark Otten Downtempo Remix) 18:59 REUNITED - Sing It Back (Shazz Man Chill Mix) 18:55 ATB & TILSEN - Faith (Original Mix) 18:50 ATB - With You! (Original Mix) 18:46 ATB, AMURAI - Love & Light (Downtempo Mix) 18:41 SIMMONDS, JONES - Home (Vox Mix) 18:36 SERGEY SHABANOV, HANNA FINSEN - Should Have Told You (Chill Out Mix) 18:32 ZETANDEL, TIFF LACEY - Cosmos (Original Mix) 18:27 ROBERT NICKSON, RELOCATE, NEEV KENNEDY - Not Made To Break (Chill Out Mix) 18:22 LAUGE, BABA GNOHM, SARAH LYNN - My Innocence (Original Mix) 18:19 ALAN MORRIS, ENZO, JESS MORGAN - Tapestry Of Us (Piano Acoustic Mix) 18:14 DART RAYNE, YURA MOONLIGHT, CATE KANELL - Shelter Me (Moonnight Remix) 18:08 AUROSONIC, KATE LOUISE SMITH, DENIS KARPINSKIY - They Wait For Us (Chill Out Mix) 18:01 AUROSONIC, KATTY HEATH - My Good Place (Mark Otten Downtempo Remix) 17:58 SUSANA - A Million Memories (Acoustic Rework) 17:54 CATHY BURTON - Reach Out To Me (Sadege Chill Out Remix) 17:49 SPACE ROCKERZ, ELLIE LAWSON - Under The Same Sky (R.I.B. Remix) 17:44 RAZ MITZAN, MOYA BRENNAN - Find The Sun (Original Mix) 17:40 SLEEPTHIEF, ZOE JOHNSTON - Alice's Door (Nicholas Gunn Remix) 17:38 FENNA DAY - Skin & Bone (Original Mix) 17:32 KAIMO K, GEMMA PAVLOVIC - Leap Of Faith (Sadege Chill Out Remix) 17:28 JULIAN VINCENT, SHANNON HURLEY - Lost In Space (Lovers & Poets Remix) 17:25 SAAD AYUB, CRISTINA SOTO - Daylight (Chill Out Mix) 17:21 COSTA, EMMA HORAN - New Dawn Breaking (Original Mix) 17:17 TENISHIA, SUE MCLAREN - Strong (Chill Out Mix) 17:13 ELLES DE GRAAF, MOONNIGHT - Sunset Kindness (Chill Out Mix) 17:08 A.R.D.I, CYNTHIA HALL - Sunflowers (R.I.B Chill Out Remix) 17:04 TENISHIA, ANA CRIADO - Ever True (Chill Out Mix) 17:00 RAZ NITZAN, MARIA NAYLER - Echo Of My Soul (Chill Out Mix) 16:59 WALTER BEASLEY - Go With The Flow 16:55 KIM WATERS - Shakedown 16:51 K.VIO, TIM TONIC - Sweeter the Bells Never Sound 16:45 JOYCE COOLING - At the Modern 16:41 BRAD ALEXANDER - Because of Who You Are 16:37 DOCTOR X - Pop Quiz 16:33 PATRICK YANDALL - Try the Blue One 16:29 THREESTYLE - Smoothies (feat. Magdalena Chovancova & Robert Fertl) 16:24 BRIAN BROMBERG - The Christmas Song 16:18 KIM SCOTT - Two Become One 16:14 JEFF KASHIWA - Mediterranean Nights 16:09 ZOLBERT - Pacific Coast Highway 16:05 PETER WHITE - Deja Vu 16:00 TONY SAUNDERS - Just Letting Go 15:59 WAYMAN TISDALE - Sunday's Best (feat. Jonathan Butler and Kirk Whalum) 15:54 TERENCE YOUNG - Dedicated 15:50 JACKIEM JOYNER - The Space Between Us 15:46 SYLVIA BENNETT - Christmas Lights 15:42 RICK BRAUN - Feet First 15:37 MARCUS ANDERSON - M 15:32 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Montgomery Station 15:28 BLAKE AARON - Harmonious Funk 15:24 RONNY SMITH - Chillin After Eight 15:20 ANDRE DELANO - Bring a Torch Jeanette, Isabella 15:16 CHRIS STANDRING - As Luck Would Have It 15:12 JIM ADKINS - Soul Expression 15:08 DEE BROWN - Pretty Girl (Skylar) 15:03 RICHARD ELLIOT - Coco 15:00 BLAIR BRYANT - Secret Agent (Radio Single) 14:56 DEON YATES - Wiseguys 14:52 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Love Will Overcome (feat. Jackiem Joyner) 14:48 RYAN LA VALETTE - Let It Flow 14:45 SMOOTH SOUL HOLIDAY - Carol of the Bells 14:40 THE SAX PACK - Here To Stay 14:36 NORMAN BROWN - Late Night Drive 14:33 DOCTOR X - Train to Granada 14:28 DEE LUCAS - Feeling You (feat. Darryl Williams) 14:24 KEN NAVARRO - No Other Way 14:20 DANA FIELDS - O Come, O Come Emmanuel 14:16 NILS - Good Times Are Better 14:12 ART RUPRECHT - I Get It 14:08 NICHOLAS COLE - Conversations 14:04 PETER WHITE - Say Goodnight 14:00 ROBERT HARRIS - Standing by a Friend 13:58 NICK COLIONNE - Circles 13:53 DARREN MOTAMEDY - So Sweet 13:49 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Skylight 13:46 CHRISTMAS CAROLS - The Day 13:42 VINCENT INGALA - On The Move 13:38 RANDY SCOTT - Cabo 13:34 OLI SILK - Meet Me In The Middle 13:30 DEAN JAMES - When I See You Smile 13:26 MEKIEL REUBEN - Another Sunday 13:21 DR. SAXLOVE - O Little Town Of Bethlehem 13:17 CAROL ALBERT - Chasing Waterfalls 13:13 RICK HABANA - All That I Need 13:07 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Cool Jazz 13:03 WILL DONATO - Show And Tell 13:00 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - Between The Sheets 12:58 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Count Me In 12:53 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Moonlight Drive 12:48 ADAM HAWLEY - Joy Ride 12:44 DANIEL D. - Silent Night 12:41 DANNY LERMAN - Saxsultan 12:37 BEN TANKARD - George The Duke 12:33 FREDDIE FOX - Thoughts Of You 12:30 CHRIS GODBER - Courageous 12:26 BONEY JAMES - Sundance 12:22 JEANETTE HARRIS - Let It Snow 12:17 UNDER THE LAKE - This One Too 12:14 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Club Life 12:09 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Alleria 12:04 PETER WHITE - San Diego 12:00 MARC ANTOINE - Still In Love 11:55 JEFFERY SMITH - What's Your Flavor 11:52 JULIAN VAUGHN - Initiate 11:49 NATHAN WOODWARD - Sleigh Ride 11:44 TIM BOWMAN - Boss 11:39 DARREN RAHN - Secret Crush 11:35 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - Jackie's New Car 11:31 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - So Kylie 11:26 PAUL TAYLOR - The Hills 11:23 JACK JEZZRO - Santa Baby 11:18 MARION MEADOWS - It's Alright Now 11:13 KEIKO MATSUI - Top Secret 11:08 STEVE OLIVER - Global Kiss 11:04 ERIC DARIUS - Never 11:00 PAUL TUVMAN - Dear Prudence 10:59 MARCIN NOWAKOWSKI - Waiting For You 10:55 DAVE KOZ - Can't Let You Go (The Sha La Song) (feat. Luther Vandross) 10:51 JODY MAYFIELD - For Your Love (feat. Heidi McLaughlin) 10:47 RAGAN WHITESIDE - This Christmas 10:43 AL DEGREGORIS - No Holding Back (Feat. Nils) 10:40 ROB TARDIK - East Meets Wes (feat. Paul Brown) 10:35 QUINTIN GERARD W. - Attitude Indicator 10:31 EUGE GROOVE - Of Course 10:25 JOY RIDE - It's All Right 10:21 BRADLEY LEIGHTON - Angels We Have Heard On High 10:17 VANN BURCHFIELD - Let's Get Started 10:13 WALTER BEASLEY - Expressway 10:08 WARREN HILL - Warm Rain 10:04 PETER WHITE - Just Another Day 10:00 JOYCE COOLING - Almost Home 09:59 WILL SUMNER - Saxy Nights 09:55 KIM WATERS - On The Streets 09:49 BRAD ALEXANDER - Through the Fire (feat. Andrew Gouche) 09:44 SHIN GIWON CHRISTMAS CAROL COLLECTION - Jingle Bell Rock 09:40 PAOLO RUSTICHELLI - Romamor (Smooth mix) 09:36 PATRICK YANDALL - Someone to Love 09:32 THREESTYLE - Prime Time (feat. Magdalena Chovancova & Robert Fertl) 09:27 KIM SCOTT - Sweet Obsession 09:23 JEFF KASHIWA - Every Now and Then 09:20 JONATHAN BUTLER - We Three Kings 09:16 BONEY JAMES - Just Between Us 09:13 ZOLBERT - Just a Moment 09:08 TONY SAUNDERS - Forever Yours 09:04 WAYMAN TISDALE - It's a Good Day (feat. Jeff Lorber and Tom Braxton) 09:00 TERENCE YOUNG - Come With Me 09:00 JACKIEM JOYNER - Say I Do 08:55 RICK BRAUN - Bahia 08:50 MARCUS ANDERSON - And Coffee 08:45 THE SMOOTH JAZZ ALLEY - Night Out 08:41 PEGGY DUQUESNEL - I Wonder as I Wander 08:37 BLAKE AARON - You're My Miracle 08:34 RONNY SMITH - Funny How Time Flies 08:30 GREGG KARUKAS - Passion Dance 08:26 MARK JAIMES - Peak Too Soon 08:22 DEE BROWN - Hey Baby 08:19 ART MORRIS - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas 08:15 CHRIS STANDRING - Piece of Cake 08:11 JIM ADKINS - See the Light 08:07 BLAIR BRYANT - Power UP! 08:03 PETER WHITE - Crazy Love 08:00 NORMAN BROWN - Heading Wes 07:57 RICHARD ELLIOT - Move Ahead 07:53 DEON YATES - First Day of Summer 07:49 JONATHAN FRITZEN - Celebration 07:46 RYAN LA VALETTE - Don't Stop Believing 07:43 YOLANDA RABUN - I'm Coming Home for the Holiday 07:39 THE SAX PACK - Fallin' For You 07:35 KAYLA WATERS - Apogee 07:32 DEE LUCAS - All In (feat. George Freeman) 07:27 KEN NAVARRO - Time And Love 07:23 NILS - Jump Start 07:20 AARON BING - The First Noel 07:16 ART RUPRECHT - M & M 07:12 PAUL BROWN - Blues for Jeff 07:08 NICHOLAS COLE - Secrets (Remix) 07:05 ROBERT HARRIS - Cry of my Heart 07:00 DARREN MOTAMEDY - Too Close 06:59 NICK COLIONNE - Whatcha Gonna Do 06:55 PAUL HARDCASTLE - Dancing Galaxies 06:51 PIECES OF A DREAM - Fired Up 06:47 SHAKATAK - Sing (Little One) 06:43 VINCENT INGALA - I Think I'm Falling In Love (With You) 06:38 RANDY SCOTT - Heaven Sent 06:33 OLI SILK - Latin Haze 06:27 DEAN JAMES - Thing Your Man Wont Do 06:23 MEKIEL REUBEN - I Just Wanna Be With You 06:19 DAMIEN ESCOBAR - Silent Night 06:15 DARRYL WILLIAMS - Harveston Way (feat. Euge Groove) 06:11 CAROL ALBERT - Fly Away Butterfly (Reprise) 06:08 RICK HABANA - Island Hopping 06:04 LOWELL HOPPER - Night Song 06:00 PETER WHITE - Talkin' Bout Love 05:56 NORMAN BROWN - That's The Way Love Goes 05:52 JAY ROWE - What Child Is This 05:47 CANDY DULFER - For the Love of You 05:42 KIRK WHALUM - Ascension 05:37 JOE SAMPLE - Greener Grass 05:27 LARRY CARTLON - Smiles And Smiles To Go 05:23 RHYTHM JETS - We Wish You a Merry Christmas 05:18 MARC ANTOINE - Follow Your Bliss 05:14 BONEY JAMES - Creepin' 05:10 GAIL JHONSON, CLIFF BROWN - Groovin' in Philly 05:05 GERALD ALBRIGHT - So Amazing 05:00 GEORGE BENSON - Breezin' 04:57 PAUL JACKSON JR. - Let's Wait Awhile 04:52 BRIAN LENAIR - What Child Is This 04:47 PAUL TAYLOR - Pleasure Seeker 04:43 PIECES OF A DREAM - Warm Weather 04:39 STEVE COLE - Where the Night Begins 04:34 EVERETTE HARP - I Just Can't Stop Thinking About You 04:29 BRIAN CULBERTSON - City Lights 04:25 CHRIS 'BIG DOG' DAVIS - Its the Most Wonderful Time of the Year 04:20 THE BRAXTON BROTHERS - Sunset Bay 04:15 NAJEE - Day By Day 04:11 DAN SIEGEL - Treasure Hunt 04:06 NELSON RANGELLl - The Way To You 04:00 DAVE KOZ - So Far From Home 03:57 AVENUE BLUE - Seventh Heaven (feat. Jeff Golub) 03:53 HANK BILAL - O Come All Ye Faithful 03:48 ANDY SNITZER - You've Changed 03:43 HIROSHIMA - Daydreamer 03:38 BOBBY LYLE - Aruban Nights 03:34 WALTER BEASLEY - Just Hold Me 03:29 KIM WATERS - After Midnight 03:25 HERB ALPERT - White Christmas 03:19 FOURPLAY - 101 Eastbound 03:14 NORMAN BROWN - Just Between Us 03:09 STEVE OLIVER - West End 03:04 CANDY DULFER - Smooth 03:00 WAYMAN TISDALE - Breakfast with Tiffany 02:55 JOHN E. LAWRENCE - Just Chillin' 02:52 WILL DONATO - Illuminata 02:48 DREAMING IN COLOUR - No More Goodbyes 02:45 SHAWN RAIFORD - Santa Baby 02:41 LES SABLER - Crescent City Strut 02:37 SAM BASSMAN JENKINS - All That Bass 02:34 BRIAN SIMPSON - Bonita 02:30 JAZZ FUNK SOUL - Bouncing Back 02:25 BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Rendezvous 02:20 DAVID GARFIELD - O, Holy Night 02:15 ADAM HAWLEY - While You Were Dreaming (Feat. Michael Lington) 02:11 DANNY LERMAN - No Words 02:07 JEREMY HECTOR - Finally Home 02:04 BEN TANKARD - Remember Wayman 02:00 CHRIS GODBER - Sizzle (feat. Adam Hawley) 01:56 FREDDIE FOX - Still Lovin' You 01:52 UNDER THE LAKE - Breaking Through 01:49 LISA MCCLOWRY - Do You Hear What I Hear 01:43 PETER WHITE - Costa Rica 01:39 RONALD BOO HINKSON - Round the Corner 01:35 BONEY JAMES - Without A Doubt 01:31 PHILLIP DOC MARTIN - Paradise 01:27 ROCCO VENTRELLA - Hypnotic 01:22 THE TIMELESS QUINTET - Angels We Have Heard On High 01:17 DAVID PETROSYAN - Talk to Me 01:12 LOUIE FITZGERALD - Plantation Key 01:08 MARC ANTOINE - Corto Maltese 01:04 JEFFERY SMITH - Groove You Tonight 01:00 JULIAN VAUGHN - Amore 00:59 TIM BOWMAN - Travelin' Road 00:54 SPECIAL EFX - Garden of Eden 00:50 DARREN RAHN - I Can't Go For That 00:45 SAM LEVINE - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas 00:40 SPONTANEOUS GROOVIN' COMBUSTION - When The Stars Go Blue 00:35 PEET PROJECT - Overseas 00:31 ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY - She Speaks American English 00:27 PAUL TAYLOR - Goodnight 00:23 MARION MEADOWS - Miami 00:21 NICK DUKAS - Jingle Bell Rock 00:15 KEIKO MATSUI - Antarctica A Call To Action 00:11 STEVE OLIVER - Fiesta 00:07 LISA ADDEO - Touch Me In The Night 00:03 ERIC DARIUS - Retro Forward 00:00 PAUL TUVMAN - For No One