#all they hear is THIS situation is fine and good and so ALL situations are fine and good

[kalki-tarot]

a channeled message from them ✒️ timeless

pile 01

" I do hold a lot of emotions for you. Yes, I do care of you, even if you don't feel like it or believe me. I will become the best for you. I am working on my financial stability. I will prove them wrong, I will prove you right. Speak to me. Look up to me and tell me what is going on in your mind. I am desperate to hear you, your voice. It hurts me, the way I've acted in certain situations. How foolish of me! But you, you loved even those foolish parts of me, parts of my identity or self which i am afraid to show to the world. I am afraid to be vulnerable. Deep down I know, you've been waiting for me. I know you know how I feel and who i am from inside. I won't say I love you, because not yet. But i definitely care for you, even if it may not seem like it."

pile 02

"You give me, a sense of hope. Even in the darkest, coldest moments of my life. I feel rushed. I couldn't do this anymore. I saw you with your friends having fun, so i didn't wanna interfere in your personal peace. Because i know how much you fought with life for this peaceful life. And i won't ruin it, I don't wanna ruin it for you. The previous chapter is closed now. This new chapter in your life holds a lot of opportunities and potential. I dont know if I'm included in this too, it's fine if I'm not. I wasn't good to you anyways. But please try to achieve it all, atleast for yourself. Make it big and I'll be proud of you."

pile 03

"First of all you're so beautiful. I definitely put you on a pedestal. I want to take this leap of faith towards you, I wanna confess the love i have for you. We both look good together. We are Soulmates, destined to be together. The bond we share is unbreakable, let's take this to the next level. I wanna offer you everything I have."

I didn't got much for this pile, I'm sorry for the short length 😭

[heartfullofleeches]

Okay NSFW but still hear me out-

ABO kickboxer bunny......... It doesn't really matter if they're an Alpha or a Omega or even if they have a knot or a pussy, the gymbros are gonna be foaming at the mouth, clawing at the bars for their enclosure to either

a. Get dicked down and pumped full of that bunny goodness or

b. Get a taste AND a feel of that tight bunny cunt

I can imagine that kickboxer bunny will try to hide it, but it really doesn't matter. As soon as someone catches a sniff the owner of the gym is closing down shop for the day so that everyone can take care of their husband/wife in their time of need

I don't really rock with ABO aka you couldn't pay me to learn all the bells and whistles, but BunnyBoxer feeling frisky 🤌🤌👌👌

Cheeks flushed, punches and kicks growing more sluggish by the minutep, growling when anyone dares to ask them what's the matter. Rabbits don't go into heat in the traditional way like other animals, but their charge makes up for that. The term "breeding like rabbits" didn't come from nowhere after all.

Bunny puts so much effort and time into training, they barely spare a second to themselves and their own needs. If they just banish those sinful thoughts from their mind and hurl that pent up energy into their hits everything should work out for them- That logic only works out for them if they aren't trapped in a room full of sweaty, semi-nude "training buddies" who give their all to make Bunny lose composer.

"You look a little bothered there, Bun. What do you say we hit the showers and take care of your situation together?~"

Their yans put on a bold face, but if Darling rides them or drills them like there's no tomorrow their pelvis would be fine dust.

Bunny putting one of their yans into the Amazon position or a mating press 🤤

[candyswirls]

The Unbound Flame Pt 3

The Salamanders cannot stand the thought of their Primarch missing anymore of Pyres life and strive to get him back.

Previous - Next - Master Post

The figure that emerged was extremely thin and frail. Despite that, they were larger and taller than any astartes. The chaptermaster and forgefather moved forward to help the emaciated man emerge from the engine of woes.

Tears streamed down Tu'Shan's face.

"Welcome back, my Primarch."

***

The apothecaries helped situate their Primarch in his bedroom. Attaching wires and tubes. They administered steroids, supplements, and were getting a feeding tube ready.

He'Stan held a frail arm as he sat near the large bed. Their Primarch spoke weakly.

"I am so proud," he rasped. "You found them all and the last few in such a short time period. Such noble sons I have."

"Thank you, Father," Ajax beamed.

The Primarch inquired, "Where is the Eternal Flame? Did you see the instructions to keep it over a heat source?"

He'Stan and Ajax looked at each other.

Ajax answered, "There were no such instruction, my Primarch."

Vulkan froze, and a look of horror spread across his face, "Where is it?"

Tu'Shan immediately jumped in, "Little Pyre is happy and healthy. He is in his nursery."

The primarch gasped and tried forcing himself to sit up, "Bring him here. Please, I wish to see him."

Tu'Shan made haste to the nursery. Practically running.

A serf had just exited the room and nodded to Tu'Shan.

"He has been fed and burped," she informed him. "He has just been laid down for a nap."

"Is he still awake?" Tu'Shan inquired.

"Not even fallen asleep yet," she said.

"Good."

The serf dared to ask, "My Lord is he -"

"He is fine," Tu'Shan assured her. "All is well today, and many happy days shall follow."

She smiled gratefully at him.

Tu'Shan entered the room. Pyre was in his crib. He had a foot pulled up to his face and was gnawing on it. He made cooing noises.

Tu'Shan gently stepped forward then said cheerfully, "What are you doing??"

"Uuuwaaaaaaahh!!!" Pyre exclaimed as he let go of his foot and began kicking and squirming with excitement.

The chaptermaster leaned over the railing, and a wide smile appeared on Pyre's face.

"Why, hello!" He said to the babe. "Well, aren't you happy! Did you enjoy your bottle? Are you so excited to see me?"

Pyre babbled up at him, unable to contain his joy and unsure of how to handle it.

The Salamander reached down and lifted the babe into his hold.

"I know you love your sleep, but it is time for you to meet someone very important," he grinned.

Pyre attacked his cheek with his mouth, gumming at it.

Tu'Shan laughed and grabbed a scale hide blanket to keep the infant warm.

Pyre cooed as Tu'Shan hurried out with him, taking in the passing surroundings with light red eyes.

Serfs and astartes alike lit up upon seeing him carrying the babe. Even more so when they realized where he was headed.

He slowed down just outside the bedroom chambers and peered in.

Their father was in a sitting up position, leaned back against pillows.

Pyre made a sound, and Vulkan lit up, reaching out to the babe.

Tu'Shan came to the side of the bed and gently laid Pyre in the outstretched arms. He was a bit worried about how weak their primarch was.

Pyre stopped babbling as he realized the arms he was in were different. Larger than others of the legion yet very thin.

He looked up at Vulkan, taking in his thin face.

Vulkan smiled and spoke in a soft and loving voice, "Hello, there, my little dragon. It is good to see you."

Pyre's eyes widened upon hearing the voice.

"Do you remember me?" Vulkan asked gently. "It was near ten milennia ago that I placed you in there for safe keeping. Over ten milennium that I forged you. I don't look the same. Do you recognize me?"

Pyre let out happy babbles as he began wriggling with glee, trying to move his arms up towards his father.

Vulkan chuckled as tears began to flow down his cheeks, "So you do remember."

He pressed a kiss to Pyre's cheeks. Pyre responded with gumming his father and sucking at his cheek.

Vulkan laughed and pulled Pyre up to his shoulder.

"I was told you just ate," he said. "Are you still hungry?"

The babe just began gnawing and drooling on his father's shoulder. The primarch pressed a kiss to Pyre.

"All my sons," the primarch sighed. "All together."

He closed his eyes and relaxed. Pyre's own breathing grew rhythmic, in his father's arms. The apothecaries gently moved them to be lying down. Tu'Shan set a few to stand guard. The light was turned out, and they left their primarch and little Pyre to rest.

[aweebshitdrawings]

Stan and ford in an ayslum more explanation below

What if Ford gets arrested while bill is in control and Instead of just putting him in jail they send him to a mental asylum

When ford is finally sedated he wakes up in a mental hospital he freaks out, knowing that this is what he fears the most, even though he just got the most sleep he has in weeks he needs to be alert

Ford can’t sleep and he need to get out of here, trying to act as normal as he can so they can see that he not crazy but normal guy who just can’t sleep because there’s a demon in his head….totally normal….

But he starts to realize that bill isn’t talking to him outside from his dreams and when he wakes up there’s no harm done to his body( later fines out the sedation and other drugs mess with bill possession of Ford)

But even if bill can’t really possess him while sleeping that still leaves his house vulnerable and a portal out in the open!!

Ford finally being able to be the common area as he been on good behavior sense he’s been here (2 days) he sees someone….someone he knows… but it can’t be…

There siting staring out the window is Stanley, his hair is longer and he looks so…tired, and strangely as ford walks ever so closer Stanley looks hardened and scary. But…this is Stan…his goofy twin, he’s not scared of Stan is he?

One of the other patients sees ford and scream, yelling about how “ THEYER TWO OF THEM DEVILS IN HEAR!!!” Which they are quickly taken away.

Ford embarrassed looks down on the ground but hears a quite almost whisper… “ford?”

Both brothers look at each other for who knows how long, so many questions, but I don’t think ether of them thought this is how they would see each other again after all these years

Some other things to note

Ford once he sees Stan try to say “Stanley?” but his mouth is quickly covered by Stan before he finishes, as Stan doesn’t want anyone to know his real name so everyone calls him lee or mute man the staff dose the same.

Stan communicates through writing and sign language thou he prefers to write for short responses and sign language for longer ones.

Stan came to the hospital after his Tijuana incident and is effectively mute so his first words sense coming there are “ford”

And he’s been there for 6 months and is mainly left alone after a couple “incidents” he is left alone as most people are scared of him

After the staff realize that there brothers they put them in the same room, ford and Stan are roommates once again

While ford is a bit mad at this situation he now has enough time to figure out how to beat bill and get some sleep as he is forced to stay for 6 months.

Also at some point ford will lose his eye from infection and gets a fake one

Also group therapy with these two are fun as while ford and Stan are both sympathetic to each others problems they still are snappy at times and while ford can yell he can’t quite beat Stan’s silent death stares lol

Also please fill free to use this as you will and change whatever you like or if you have any ideas 

[water-to-drink]

Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt20

Welcome Your Grace

(Synopsis): You escaped the Fortess of Meropide and now you find that there are people and creatures who are willing to help you

Part 1 Last Part Next Part

✧ Masterlist ✧

(Characters): Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Mary-Ann, the Melusines, Mamere, Ei, Makoto, ???, ???, ???, & ???

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, Fontaine world quest spoilers, reader is called “granwa”, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 2.9k

(A/n): We finally reached part 20! I think I might host a Q&A about the series!

Art by eiah_haie

Along the coast of Fontaine there stood two siblings waiting for someone to emerge out from the water. The sister sensed her brother’s inner turmoil, she put her hand on his shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze

“We’ll find them and they’ll be okay.” Lynette said

“I know, it’s just the uncertainty of their situation, were they captured, are they alive or are they-”

“Lyney! Even if we don’t find them there are agents who are currently looking for them. Remember what Father said, their Grace is resilient.”

Before Lyney could get a word in the two see someone coming out of the water, the twins rush over, getting their shoes and socks wet to hear news about you

“Anything, Freminet?” Lyney asks

“No sign of their Grace.” The young diver explained. “It’s weird it’s almost like they disappeared.”

“Please don’t tell me that…”

“Perhaps someone who is on our side took them and is keeping their Grace safe.” Lynette suggested

“If not us then who?” Freminet questioned

Where are you?

Oh yeah, you’re in the ocean after you escaped from the Fortress of Meropide

You could swim up but you’re so tired. Maybe that fight against Wriothesley took a lot more out of you. You watched as the light from the sun gets farther away from your grasp

Weird, you aren’t struggling to breathe but it feels like you’re in water. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you in deeper

Before you could even question what it is that is pulling you down your eyelids get heavy, so heavy that it’s impossible to keep them open. Is this how you were going to die? Drowning in the ocean? Hey, at least it’s not at the hands of your doppelgänger

.

..

…

You feel the fatigue in your body slowly dissipate and your eyes don’t feel as heavy as they once were. Slowly opening your eyes you find yourself in a garden with lush plants and colorful flowers

Is this the afterlife?

You were taken out of your thoughts to see a woman with vibrantly blue hair and eyes to match coming out of the little cottage with a tray carrying a tea pot and two cups

“Oh good you’re awake.” The woman smiled at you, a knowing smile one that told you she didn’t hold any hatred in her heart towards you

“Uhh, hi…” You awkwardly waved at the woman who giggled at your stiff nature

“You seem very stressed, here have some tea.” She said before pouring you a cup and then some tea for herself

Carefully taking the porcelain cup in your hands and closely looking at it to find anything unusual, but you found nothing expect for your reflection to be staring back at you

God, you looked like hell. Well it makes sense since you been through it and back

You watched as the woman peacefully took a sip of her tea, it came from the same pot so it must be safe to drink

The tea tasted sweet on your tongue, maybe that might be because of the slop the guards have been feeding you back at the prison

“Uhm, where are we?” You cautiously asked almost afraid to interrupt this peaceful moment

“We’re in Annapausis.” The woman explained

You looked at her confused but decided to brush it off, at long as you’re not in the fortress then you’re fine with that

“And who are you…?”

“My name is Mary-Ann. I know all about you.” Once those words left her mouth you began to tense up and started to look for any way to escape this place, “Don’t worry I mean you no harm, I am aware that you are the reincarnation of our great creator.”

“Ohh… how do you know that.?”

“Because like my sisters we’re all connected to streams of Teyvat and they hold the memories of this world.” Mary-Ann lowered her tea cup and looked at you sternly. “I contacted you because I know that you needed my help, I however can’t do anything in this time, but you will be in good hands soon.”

There it is again. “Wait what do you mean by that?” You tried to ask

“Now it’s time for you to wake up.”

You open your eyes to see yourself surrounded by these little creatures that reminded you of Aranara

“Granwa, are you okay, your leg is bleeding?” A little creature asked

You pushed yourself up and look around. “What are you, where am I, and why are you calling me Granwa?”

“We are Melusines and you are in Merusea Village.” A Melusine explained with blonde hair said

“You’re hurt, please let us help you.” Another Melusine with purple hair said

You let the little Melusines tend to your leg and other wounds that you didn’t notice before, they tended to your leg and with such care that it almost felt like reverence one would show to a god. You cautiously watches the little creatures scurry around you and whispering among themselves, the feeling that something bad would happen kept gnawing at you. Do these seemingly harmless creatures want you dead like everyone else?

“Uhm, do you guys know who I am?” You asked testing the waters

All the Melusines looked at you like you had grown two heads before a redheaded Melusine walked up to you

“Of course we do, you’re the creator of our papa and thus our Granwa! A scary lady who reads the stars told us!” She said hugging you

You hugged the redhead back and it seemed that this was the cue for the other Melusines to swarm you with hugs

“You all don’t know what’s going on out there?” You asked

“What’s going?” A Melusine with messy purple hair asked

You explained to the Melusines the hunt going on for you because your doppelgänger called for it, the news of this horrified the little creatures. Some crying and others were hugging you as a way to comfort you

“We won’t let those bad people hurt you, Granwa!”

“They’re not all bad, they’re just misguided and the only bad person is my doppelgänger.” You said as you pat the head of a blonde Melusine. “What you all can do to help me is to let me stay here for a bit, just until I’m fully healed.”

“You can stay for as long as you like!” Another Melusine said

With that you became a temporary resident of Merusea Village. The Melusine took an instant liking to you and referred to you as their grandparent and just like any grandparent you cared for the Melusines as best as you could given your situation. You sang songs to them, helped them with tasks, and told them fairytales from your world. The Melusines showed you many things that didn’t make sense to you but you loved it anyway, from paintings to the food they all eat. This must be how a grandparent felt when their grandchildren are up on the current trends, you still love the Melusines nonetheless

One day as you were trying to find some food that wasn’t Tidalga for yourself when a Melusine with a messy art smock came up to you looking a bit nervous

“Oh hello, Mamere!” You greeted

“Hi Granwa, father wants to talk to you.” The little Melusine said

“Your father? Okay where is he?” You asked

Mamere held out her mitten like paw for you to take, she might take you there so you took your larger hand into hers and instantly felt another presence. This presence didn’t put you on edge instead it felt very familiar, like when you talked to Dvalin and Andrius

“Hello?” You cautiously asked

“Hello, your Grace, it’s been so long…”

“Wh-who are you?”

“I’m the father of the Melusines, Elynas.” The disembodied voice explained

“How do you know me?”

“I’ve known for a long time, you were the one who gave me the name, Elynas.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about, how do you know you’re not talking to the wrong person?”

“No need to apologize, your Grace. Despite being reborn as a human you still give off the holy light that I saw in the cold darkness.” You griped onto Mamere’s hand but not enough to hurt her, the Melusine turned to look at you with a worried look on her face. “I’ve been wandering around in that darkness for a long time until I spotted a speck of light in the distance, I ran towards it and there I was greeted with your regal and divine self. You embraced me and said to me ���you’re lost too, do you have a name little one?’ At that time I didn’t know my name and so you gave me the name Elynas, saying ‘a name of a king suits you’. I’m rambling about the past, we don’t have enough time. I know you are in need of power, am I right?”

“Yes, I need to connect with all of the trees that are connected to the Ley Lines.”

“I know what you are talking about.” Elynas said. “But you need to leave Merusea Village as soon as possible.”

“Okay, just let me say goodbye to the Melusines.” You said sad that you have to say goodbye so fast

Once news of your departure reached every corner of Merusea Village all of the Melusines stopped what they were doing to say their goodbyes, it didn’t matter if the task was of great importance, your departure was more important

You hugged each Melusine one by one. They all bid their farewell with tears in their eyes and some begged you not to leave, knowing that you will be in danger and possibly hurt again

“Granwa, please don’t go, you can stay here, we’ll protect you.” Iara said

“I know you don’t want me hurt, but me being here is putting you all in danger and the last thing I want for you all to get hurt because of me.” You stood up and put your hand on your chest over your heart. “I promise when this is over I will visit and I’ll bring you some gifts.” You laughed the last part out

“Are you ready?” Mamere asked

“Yes, I’m ready.”

You waved before turning your back on the Melusines, you and Mamere made your way out of the little underground village that was home for a little while

Finally reaching the surface you felt the moonlight on your features, odd, maybe since the moon is constantly glowing that means you can feel its cool shine. Mamere tugged at your borrowed Fatui jacket and urged you to keep moving. The two (well three) of you made your way into the water and began swimming, once you were fully submerged the water felt a lot different than regular water. For one you could breathe in this “water” and you could see without feeling like you need to closing your eyes, as you were swimming the animals followed you as if they knew who you were. Once you emerged from the water they all watched you walked towards the Ley Line tree before continuing on with what they were doing. When you reached Fontaine’s tree and you were greeted by a familiar blue haired woman

“Mary-Ann?” You asked

“Hello your Grace, Elynas asked me to aid you in connecting with the willow tree.”

“This willow tree?” You pointed at the tree that didn’t look like either of the trees in Natlan or Inazuma, it looked almost dead…

“Yes, father says it is corrupted and needs to be purified by your touch.” Mamere spoke for Elynas

Corrupted? You looked up to see if there was a large pillar floating above it like the frostbearring tree back in Mondstadt, will the forces that corrupted the tree not let you resonate with it. Well only one way to find out

You put both of your hands on the tree’s bark and began to concentrate on it, closing your eyes you didn’t see the water surrounding the tree becoming lighter, the barker brightening up, and the murky yellow leaves on the tree and those surrounding it turning into blue

“Granwa did it!” Mamere cheered

“Hold on, their Grace is concentrating…” Mary-Ann said

Slowly but surely you find yourself in an unfamiliar terrain, nothing that you’ve seen on Teyvat. Unsure of what to do you began to wander around the strange place that seemed to be barren of life, you kept walking until you heard cries and a figure hunched over in the distance. Cautiously you walked over and saw a giant person with white hair on their knees with their back towards you

“H-hey… are you okay?” You asked

Your eyes lowered to see a broken sword and the person’s clothes covered in golden specks, it almost reminded you of your blood whenever you get cut

Wait

You walked over and knelt down to take a look at the face of the figure you were met with the face of you

You saw yourself crying for what, you don’t know you can’t help but feel the same way, the feeling that you did everything to make a situation better but ended up making it worse

“…………”

“Y…Gr….”

“Your Grace!”

You gasped and fall back expecting to hit the ground only to be caught by Mary-Ann

“What was that…?” You asked in between pants for air

“You must have seen an old memory of yours.” Mary-Ann theorized as your breaths became more calm. “As you continue to connect with Teyvat you will unlock more and more memories, some unpleasant ones…” Mary-Ann looked away

“That was just one memory and there’s only 2 trees left, how do I regain all of my memories?”

“Talk to other Loachfolk, they will be more than happy to lend you their hand.” Mary-Ann explained

“Other Loachfolk?”

“Yes.” Mary-Ann nodded as water began to surround her and out came an Oceanid. “Please take part of me so you can regain part of your past self.” Mary-Ann said as a small ball of roaring water appeared in front of her and slowly made its way towards you

Hesitatingly you took the ball in your hands and instantly the water evaporated, you closed your eyes to focus on the strange feeling swirling within your chest

Sensing the change in scenery you opened your eyes to find yourself sitting in front of Ei, but she looked kind of different. Her robes were a lilac purple and her eyes looked much softer. You looked around to see another Ei standing by the door with her sword ready to strike down anyone or anything that dared to bring harm to you

“Beelzebul, come sit with us. There’s no need for you to stand gaurd while I’m here.” You felt the words come out before you knew it directed towards Ei

“I can’t, you can enjoy your tea with Baal, I am perfectly fine with standing guard.” Ei said keeping her eyes out for any danger

“There’s no convincing Beelzebul when she is dead set on something.” The woman who looked exactly like Ei who you figured was Makoto said as she shook her head

“This is no laughing matter, we almost lost their Grace to that outlander and I do not want another one coming after them on my watch!”

“Please don’t fight you two.” You pleaded making the two sisters turn towards you. “I’m healed from that encounter with the outlander, there’s no need to be on edge.” You picked up your sweet dumplings and offered them to Ei. “Why not enjoy the time we all have together, we all know that this won’t last forever.”

“If you insist, your Grace.” Ei sighed as she sat down next to Makoto and took the chewy dumplings. She examined them closely before biting a piece off and instantly her eyes lit up, the usually stoic god having a look of awe as she chews on the dango made you and Makoto laugh

You closed your eyes and opened them back up expecting to see the twin sisters but instead you saw Mamere and Mary-Ann

You were right, it won’t last forever

You turned towards Mary-Ann and put your hand over your heart. “Thank you Mary-Ann, I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Do not worry about it, you taking your rightful place on that throne is enough for me and every Loachfolk. Do remember that if you ever want to reconnect to your old self just gaze into any body of water that is reflecting the moon and it will come to you.”

“Thank you both, I guess this is goodbye for know. I just don’t know where to got to next.”

“Don’t worry, a lady who reads stars will help you.” Mamere said

That’s the second time you heard of ‘a lady who reads the stars’, like an astrologist? You knelt down to be eye level with the Melusine

“Umm, Mamere who do you mean by that?”

“She means me.” An another voice called out

You turned your head to see 4 women standing before you. The women all looked mature and wise, you recognize one of the women. The blonde haired and pointed ear one the same one who visited you in the fortress, she is the one who steps up

“Hello your Grace, I am Alice, you know my daughter Klee.” The woman bowed and the other women followed suit. “And we are the Hexenzirkel!”

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[schelluminium]

Part 3:

This is the first time I noticed that Wille commented a heart-eyes emoji under Felice's post. I never really looked at the names. It's kind of cute.

Sara has been at Hillerska for only a month and is already trying so hard to change to meet their standards - and change her family as well.

Of course there is nothing wrong with table manners but the way she corrects everyone and tells them what to do, including her own mum (who after a hard work day has every right to sit however she pleases at her table), is pretty rude. But that didn't even bother me as much as the next thing she says:

Talking about the students at Marieberg like that with Ayub sitting right there... that made me so mad. Ayub is a chill guy and maybe he didn't care, maybe he guessed or knew(?) that Sara didn't include him in that statement but it's just as likely that it did affect him. It was simply uncalled for.

Also it shows how Sara has already adopted a "them" vs. "us" mentality. She thinks the Marieberg students are losers who will never get anywhere in life, when she was one of them not too long ago. Makes me wonder if she's always felt like she is better than them. And now she is at Hillerska, part (but not really a part) of the elite and it's obvious that that means a lot to her.

And on the other side we have Simon, who doesn't care about Sara's quips and is a little shit about it. I can't really tell whether he is simply amused and irritated by his sister's behaviour or if he is already worried she will change permanently.

In any case he is looking out for her (talking to her about the way Felice treats her and keeping an eye on her to make sure she feels better at Hillerska than Marieberg) and not only her but his mum too:

You can see him think of what to say to make her feel more at ease. He's such a mama's boy and I love how much he cares for her. But it's sad that he feels the need to step in when Sara and Linda have an argument and reassure Linda that Sara will be fine and that Linda is a good mum and generally mediating to bring peace to their home.

Simon tries so hard to make sure his family is okay and that everyone is happy and untroubled. It might partly be his role as the man in the house that pressures him to take so much responsibility but I think it's more about Simon seeking harmony in his family life after the fallout of Micke's addictions.

And this need for harmony in his family and for his loved ones to be happy and carefree is ultimately the reason for any rash and irresponsible decision he makes. Like getting alcohol for August. Simon doesn't care for himself that much but he cares a whole lot for his family.

On a lighter note: look at this cutie!

Like mother like son <3

God, it must be so exhausting to never know what others are really thinking when you are talking to them. In this instance it is pretty obvious but I'm sure Wille has been and will continue to be in situations in which it's hard to tell whether someone says something because they truly believe it or because they think it's what Wille (or rather the Royal Family) believes and wants to hear.

I'm a little unsure about this scene.

With the way the upper class often justifies their status, beliefs and the hierarchy through religion, I'm not at all surprised that they take it seriously in this elite school. The monarchy is tightly tied to Christianity as well and Hillerska has a lot of students from noble families.

What I'm confused about is how clumsy Wille looks here. Him folding his hands and his "amen" are delayed, as if he doesn't know what's happening. I would imagine that he knows his way around a church and praying, considering he must be baptised and had his confirmation. But maybe I'm reading too much into this and he is simply distracted because of the whole situation and him feeling uncomfortable here.

I don't know if this is a controversial opinion since I've mostly seen fans love Simon's friendship with Ayub and Rosh but I am very conflicted about them to be honest. And this is one reason.

If I had an addicted parent, I would be heartbroken to hear that my friends went behind my back and bought drugs from them. Not only are drugs a sensitive topic anyway but Simon's friends buying from Micke also means that they are supporting him financially in his drug abuse.

Ayub apologizing for it shows that he knows that was wrong. He's lucky Simon is so lenient here because he'd have every right to be upset about it.

And then Ayub has the audacity to tell Simon to stay away from his dad. Who he himself bought alcohol from. I get that he is trying to look out for his friend but it's honestly fucked up to advise Simon to keep his distance while Ayub is still in touch with Micke.

Ayub seems to be an old friend and has likely seen or at least heard all about the situation in Simon's family until Micke moved out. He very likely also knows about the promise to break tie with their dad that Sara wrenched from Simon. So he must know that not keeping in touch isn't what Simon himself wanted but a choice he made for Sara's sake.

I'm really angry on Simon's behalf that everyone around him tries to dictate how he should handle that situation and expects him to stay away from his dad, when that should be his - and only his - decision to make.

Wille checking his own picture (the one Felice masturbated to no less) is very interesting. Is he checking whether or not one can tell that he hated that situation? Is he checking whether or not he succeeded in faking it and "keeping up appearances"?

And of course his mom dismisses his plea to come home. But we'll get to her and her parenting methods later.

The frog snow globe!

I think I completely missed it the first time watching. Now it feels like there is a lot in this tiny scene.

Foreshadowing to Wille becoming Crown Prince of course. But also generally being part of the Royal Family and the pressure Wille has always been under because of it. Wille's "I want to come home" seems to be a plea to get out of this life altogether but his responsibilities as the Queen's son are keeping him bound to it, the snow globe looming over him as a symbol of that.

It's possible I'm going a little overboard here but with art you never know. Literally anything can have a deeper meaning in the grand scheme of things and the way this scene was composed, it's possible I'm not too far off.

I don't agree. There is no excuse for child molestation and rape. It can never ever be excused. Whereas murder can have various motivations and some are very understandable (not saying that means it can be justified) and there definitely is a grey area here. Weird to think these students all agreed on that rating.

But I'm also fascinated by the wording here. Because from what I hear in Swedish it sounds like they were talking about pedophilia. That got translated to child molestation, which makes more sense anyway since they are talking about crimes. Pedophilia is a disorder that obviously results in child molestation if acted on. But in and of itself it isn't a crime. So I agree more with the translation here than with the original wording.

Maddie wears glasses???

God, these ignorant, privileged kids make me mad.

This is one of my all time favourite scenes in the whole show <3

Get their asses, Simon!

With the way he talks you can really tell that he knows his way around this topic and is invested in politics and social justice. I love Simon for speaking up about it in a class full of upper class teenagers who all share the same opinion. That's brave.

Then there is Wille, who looks kind of confused. I wonder if it's because he's never thought about things like that (very likely) or because he is taking in the class dynamic, watching how Simon is up against the rest of them. Or maybe he is transfixed by the fact that Simon dares to speak up against the others at all. Or you know, a mix of it all.

I also wonder whether Sara is silent in this discussion because she is shy and doesn't feel as brave and comfortable as Simon to disagree with the masses, or if she simply doesn't feel as strongly about that topic as her brother and is on her way to blend in with the Hillerska kids. It could also be a mix of both but I'm leaning more towards the second option because it looks like she is eyeing Simon disapprovingly.

S1 E1 Rewatch of

The first thing I'm only noticing now that I'm rewaching the show, is how Wille's talent for holding speeches is being introduced as he has to address the scandal he caused publically. And yes, I really think Wille has a talent for speeches. He is anxious and uncomfortable with having to do them, to stand in front of expectant people and seem like the confident and responsible prince he is expected to be. But despite this, he manages to do it. And as he does it, he refuses to recite the words that the royal court is trying to put in his mouth. He goes off script and talks freely, spontaneously and while he does, he finds just the right words to convey what he needs to. Of course in this scene he is still going along the lines of what the royal court wants from him but as the show progresses, he learns to apply his talent for finding the right words to convey what he himself wants. It's part of Wille's journey to learning to stand up for himself.

The next thing I am only just now realising is the foreshadowing of Wille becoming the Crown Prince. Just before he has to talk to the press about transferring to Hillerska, he and his family are asked to sit down onto the royal sofa. At first, on the left sits Ludvig, then comes Wille, then Erik and then Kristina. This could very well display the succession to the throne. On the right the current Queen, next in line the Crown Prince Erik, then his younger brother Prince Wilhelm, and lastly Duke Ludvig. But then Wille and Erik are asked to switch places. Now Wille sits right next to his mother, the Queen, as the next King himself.

Wille's famous look into the camera... it now seems to me like an "I see you (the audience). I know you are there." He was just talking to the whole nation who is going to see his statement on tv, and we, the viewers, saw him do it. We belong to the people. Wille is a public figure and gets constantly watched and we are watching his every move too.

The way August touches Wille's cheek looks so condescending, oh my god. I remember watching that for the first time and thinking "I fucking hate this guy"... it's such an interesting introduction of August's character considering how his story progressed.

Somewhere I saw someone theorise that this scene is foreshadowing the fight for the crown between Wille and August throughout the show, until in the end Wille gives up his title as Crown Prince and August has to take over.

This moment is so fleeting but so important to me. We see Wille be annoyed and uncomfortable at being paraded around in front of the school staff and then he is told to take a picture with the headmistress. That is when he turns to Erik. His gaze seems to say "Seriously? Do I really have to do this?" and Erik answers with an expectant look like "What's the matter? Just take the picture". It's the first look into their dynamic as brothers and their different view on things, even if it's just such a short moment.

Another great shot. In front we have Wille who is obviously uncomfortable in this situation, at being in the spotlight and having all eyes on him. He is unable to hide that. And in the back we have Erik and August who are smiling and seem relaxed and happy to be here. Another tiny glimpse into how these characters feel about and handle the role they have within the Royal Family.

The meaning of August's words got lost in the German dub. Weirdly enough, the German sub is right.

In the German dub August says: "Solange man sich noch nicht zu 100% sicher ist, sollte man weiter üben", which translates to "As long as you aren't 100% sure, you should keep practising". Which is not as nasty as what August actually said. I was really shocked when I found this out.

I really don't know why Erik laughed at that...

Oh my god, I still remember watching this scene for the first time and being mesmerized by Simon. I'm sure I'm far from the only one but thinking back on it now, I must have fallen in love with him right then and there, just from that beautiful face and the equally beautiful voice alone.

Knew right from that moment that I hated Vincent.

Remember these two? No? Don't worry, no one does... when Simon sings, all eyes are on him and only him. You could show me pictures of Hillerska students and I wouldn't be able to tell which of them were in the choir. Obviously they were just background characters but still. I feel a bit sorry for them not getting even an ounce of a moment to shine, because Simon is the star of the show.

I love how Simon straightened up, squared his shoulders and sang loud and proud after Vincent was being a dick.

This one, on the other hand, still doesn't seem too happy to be here. Maybe he should look for another hobby.

The wonder in Wille's eyes...

…and the transition to a smile. The first genuine, happy smile we see of his character, actually. And it is because of a boy with an amazing voice.

I always wondered about what these two were thinking. I think the guy says "Simon?" in answer to the girl but I can't really tell from his expression whether they are enjoying his singing or making fun of him. What was everyone else's impression?

Also when I first heard this song, that part really stuck with me:

of becoming like the others who become unhappy mothers and the fathers of unhappy kids

I don't know, it might be my own experiences and fears but this line gave me chills. But in the context of the show it's also so important, since family is a huge topic and both Simon and Wille have a difficult family life in different ways. You can apply this line of the song very well to the both of them, which is very interesting.

Of course the whole song, its lyrics and meaning are important and perfectly fitting for the show anyway.

It's just generally an amazing scene with Wille hearing Simon sing these words and hold his head high as he does, sticking out from the masses and that captivates Wille.

This scene was so wholesome and really made me feel as if they were kids again, misbehaving and having fun. Also Farima looks so done with them, it's funny.

[rxttenfish]

sometimes i worry i'm being way too cautious about not ever sharing or wanting to share images of inappropriate contact and abusive situations with animals, but like. at the same time i know how fucking easy it is. i know how easily even awful shit gets normalized because of the briefest oversight. i know how even "this person is a professional and this is a professional setting in which this is appropriate and controlled" gets extrapolated outwards into normalization of settings which are Absolutely Not That. i didn't even want to share that iguana video, despite it being so good and clearly a case where someone is keeping an iguana well and meeting its needs, because they are SO easy to obtain and SO easily mistreated and neglected and abused in a way that can quickly turn dangerous to the people involved as well, that even the appropriate situation can quickly become the latter just because someone saw it online.

[bitegore]

getting mental healthcare is really cool, its like asking someone to take a sledgehammer to your self-interest and then saying thank you after because it makes your life moderately easier even though you have to deal with this shit now

[malachitezmeyka]

At this point Honeybun is the sponsor of my insomnia and idk how long I can keep going like this

[fingertipsmp3]

First volunteering shift tomorrow 😵‍💫

[holeforzenin]

₊˚ෆ HOW TOJI DEALS WITH OTHER MEN LIKING YOU <3

Tw- breeding, mentions of violence (not towards you), video recording. Not proofread

“Nuh uh don't hide this fucking pussy, show him how much you're creamin’ on my cock, don’t go all shy on me darling”. Toji laughed mockingly, his large hand effortlessly clasping both of your wandering wrists above your head to prevent any escape while using your phone to zoom in on the icky view of the mess between your mellowed thighs.

A streak of milky wetness glistened all over his massive cock, cascading down to his aching balls that were being captured in the filthy mess anyways because of how it's continuously slamming against your asshole that was coated with the cream that seeped out your gooey cunt.

"Fuck yeah, ya see that? See how this cute little pussy is wetting my dick? She sure as hell must be fucking loving it to be making this hell of a mess," he declared proudly. His deep, husky laugh resonated throughout the room, leaving no doubt that Toji was most likely losing his mind over the situation.

A few minutes earlier you told him about the guy from your class who confessed his feelings to you and you’re very uncertain about how to respond so you asked your boyfriend for some advice and well he decided to matters into his own hands.

“Tojii.. l-let go!” You cried out, attempting to dig your nails into his wrists as if that would make any difference, considering how fucking strong he is that it made your efforts almost laughably worthless.

“Nah don't think I want to darling, this fucker needs to know who the hell you belong to” he gritted his teeth at the thought of the guy even having the audacity to think you'd date him. You're all his and he would go to extreme lengths to ensure it remains that way.

The two of you were undeniably meant for each other and there was no fucking way in hell Toji would let some random fucker take you away from him.

“You wish this was you huh? Too fucking bad it's all mine to stuff and fuck, she belongs to me. Keep texting her and I’ll find you and bash your stupid fucking head in. Ya hear me?”. His brutal words cut through the air with a sharp edge, conveying possessiveness and veiled threats. It reverberated loudly, ensuring every detail was captured in the recording that the guy will be listening to soon after this.

His voice was deeper and harsher than normal, making your little cunt flutter even more around his stiffened shaft.

Which he obviously picked up on. “Ohhh you're such a slutty fucking whore baby, who am I kidding.” his grip on your bruised hands tightened. Threatening to leave more red, angry marks as he buckled his hips harshly into your ruined pussy. The force of his hips as he pushed into you aggressively showed literally no mercy.

“You’ll never fucking leave me, you're too fucking obsessed that your little cunt is twitching around me to the thought of me killing another man for you huh?”.

“N-no—” you stammered, turning your head away to look the other direction which made his grin widen even more as he playfully licked the faded scar on his lips because it had always been an indication of you lying whenever you looked away from him like that.

“Aww, that's fine doll," he murmured softly, his gaze unwavering as he directed the phone towards your fucked out face. His body sank deeper, inching downwards until his face hovered mere inches from your own. "you know what I'm thinking?”.

You peered your eyes at him and held contact in sheer curiosity.

“I’ll just breed this pretty fucking pussy and fuck a baby into you, how's that sound? Huh? You'll be such a good Mommy to our kid” his breath is now fanning against your face. Your body quivered at the thought, a deep longing stirring within you.

The thought of his suggestion made you moan, not just a normal moan. There's no particular way to describe it but the thought of that made your mind blurry and hazed. You and Toji always talked about having children in a few years but there's no harm in one now.

His possessiveness drove you crazy. Sure you knew Toji wasn’t a saint or an angel because at the end of the day, he murdered people for a living and because of that alone— he knew about the lonesome dangers of the world so he’s extremely overprotective and you’d loved every bit of it.

The thought of Toji even thinking you’d leave him for anyone else was an insult towards you because both of you were perfect for each other in every way possible.

“Y-yes! yes please, wanna carry your baby!” you babbled over and over, nodding your head like some stupid bitch as he proudly smirked at your reaction in amusement. “Yeah? Want me to make you a mommy? Get you pregnant so you'll be all full and swollen? Then everyone is gonna fucking know who you belong to”. The glint in Toji’s eyes was so dark, that it almost had you scared for a moment.

“Yesyesyes, please, m’so desperate Toji, fill me up–” you whimpered, tears glistening in your eyes as you pleaded fervently.

“Yeah fuck that, y’know what—” he mumbled to himself with a brief pause to stop the recording on his phone and swiftly hitting the "send" button to the guy that’s currently and patientlyyy waiting for your response in the chat. He casually tossed the device to the side and embraced you tightly, his strong arms enveloping you and wrapped around your neck to hug you before vigorously slamming his hips into you in an intense pace.

Unfortunately, the poor guy never had the chance to witness the adorable blessing you and Toji shared several months later because your boyfriend assassinated him on his way home the very next afternoon because he tried to speak to you again in person.

[vanillarosekiss]

just you sitting on simon's face for the first time! ♡

warnings: oral (f!receiving), dubcon? sorta, smutty obviously... i think that's all.

You felt like you were in an extremely compromising position, leaky slit positioned just hovering above Simon's chin, refusing to do what he was asking you to. Your thighs burned slightly from holding yourself up, your bare chest rising and falling with heavy breaths and an air of nervousness.

"Lovie, c'mon, you'll be fine. It's not like I haven't eaten you out before." he remarked, hands fondling your hips gently, and tracing down to your thighs every so often.

"Si! Stop being so..!" you couldn't even think properly let alone speak, when he was asking you to ride his face.

"Stop being what? Crude? That's a bit difficult when we're in the middle of having sex, sweetheart." his smirk said everything that you needed to know in that moment. "Why are you being so hesitant? S'alright, baby, I want you to sit on my face like a good girl, yeah?"

You couldn't help but think of negative sides of this request... like what if you were too heavy? Or what if he didn't like it? Simon could practically hear how hard you were thinking about these things. Silly girl, he thought, didn't you know that he would be able to bench you without a falter? It wasn't as if he was weak, no, he was large and could throw you around anytime if he really wanted.

"I'll just squash you, Si" you mumble, hands resting now on his chest as you began to move away from his face.

His hands gripped tighter onto your hips, dragging you back up to his mouth.

"How many times am I gonna have to ask before I have to force you to sit on my face, angel? I've been patient with you, you're pushing it now."

After hearing that, your worries had somehow dissipated into thin air, and it turned out to be an overall win-win situation. You got to have immense pleasure from Simon's experienced ministrations on your now puffy, sensitive clit. And he got to enjoy eating what he always said was 'his favourite little sweet treat'.

Your moans became even softer and more breathy as he devoured your cunt like a starved mad-man, feeling vibrations run through your core as he grunted occasionally when you rutted yourself onto his face harder, in desperation of a release. His tongue fondled your pulsating star, which was swollen now due to his everlasting motions.

You felt a sudden heat emerge and make itself known of in your lower stomach, beginning to spread downwards. He lapped at you faster now, holding your thighs in place as you squirmed on top of him in overstimulation, allowing you to orgasm on his mouth and ride your wave out whilst he kept suckling at your delicate, precious pearl.

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[himbodruid]

Ancient Instinct

Sylus x Reader

-:-breeding kink -:- Sylus loses control -:- consent king -:- primal, carnal, frenzied -:-

Present timeline mirror to A Dragon in Rut

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

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“Hey…there’s something wrong with the boss.” Kieran’s voice was filled with concern, enough that you knew it wasn’t some weird ploy by Sylus to get you to visit. Plus, Luke was usually the one that called if Sylus wanted to casually bully you into visiting.

Your phone dinged and you quickly pulled it from your ear to view the message. It was a photo from Luke, showing the destruction of the front room of the base. Furniture was smashed, paintings torn from the wall, and other various decorations thrown about. The brandy decanter that’d been on a side table laid shattered on the ground, along with the two glasses that typically accompanied it.

“Kieran, what the fuck happened?” Worry sank into you as your eyes darted over the photo, hoping you wouldn’t find blood. There weren't really any signs of a struggle, just aimless chaos.

“We don’t know, we thought you might. He came home last night in a scary good mood and then halfway through the night, he just started wrecking the place.”

“We just had dinner and took a walk around the park, there wasn’t anything unusual about anything.” You tried thinking over the night and still couldn’t come up with an answer. “Where is he now?”

“He’s holed up in his room now, but we’re leaving. Before this temper tantrum, he asked us to go pick something up so there won't be anyone here.” There was a hint of uncertainty in Kieran’s voice, as though the twins were reluctant to leave Sylus in the state he was in.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I just got home from work, so I’ll be there in a bit to see if I can talk some sense into him.”

The call disconnected and you hastily packed a bag for an overnight stay in the N109 Zone. You were out the door and on your motorbike in a matter of minutes, speeding through the darkening streets to get to him as quickly as you could.

When you arrived, the house was eerily quiet. There was almost always something from Sylus’s collection of vinyls playing, the sound filtering through the halls from deep within the façade, but not tonight. It was dark, too. Not a single fireplace or lamp was lit. For all intents and purposes, the house was empty. But still you cautiously pressed onward.

“Sylus?” Your voice echoed in the house as you stepped gingerly over the debris, the light of your phone guiding your way. You made your way to his bedroom, knocking on the door.

“Sylus?” You called again when you cracked the door open. A single dim lamp let you see that the room was in similar disarray to the rest of the house. Still, there was no response, and you thought that maybe he’d left.

A feral-sounding growl emanated from the room. It didn’t sound human at all, and you wished you’d brought your weapon. Was all of the destruction the result of a wanderer? Your watch didn’t detect anything but-

“Leave.” Sylus’s voice was strained and…off. Instead of the usual gravel, there was a hint of something more, something beastly. You had heard stories of people turning into wanderers…was it possible that Sylus was a victim to this anomaly?

“Sy, is everything okay?” You dropped into his nickname out of habit, hoping that whatever had taken over his mind would recognize it.

“If you know what’s best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.” His words echoed in your head, something familiar about them and this situation. You had brief flashes of tapestries and a cave before your mind returned to the present.

“Sy, are you hurt? The twins called me,” you said calmly, stepping further. You still couldn’t see him, but you could hear his ragged breathing coming from deeper in the room.

You had just cleared the archway that separated the sittig area from the sleeping space when you were pushed roughly against the wall. The side table holding the lamp teetered violently before falling over and taking the lamp with it, shattering the bulb. In the brief seconds the light was on him, you could see that Sylus’s pupils were blown wide and his face was flush. In the newfound darkness, his hot breath fanned across your neck in a series of shaky pants.

“Sylus, please. Tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me,” you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. He pressed his lips against your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You were certain that if he’d had a tail, it would be lashing about in agitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he growled. “I don’t think I can be very accommodating or gentle right now, Kitten.”

His warning rolled off him, and yet he still pressed further into you. He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply and his lips trailed your pulse.

“S-Sy,” you gasped as his teeth scraped against your skin, in a spot that held an echo of an ache that no longer existed. Worry was very quickly being replaced with something else, something that pooled deep in your core.

“Mmh,” he purred, nuzzling his face against your neck again. “Your scent…steamy and sweet, like cherry wine. It’s been driving me insane all day.”

“Sylus, what-“ your question was cut off when he slanted his mouth across yours. All thoughts escaped you as he consumed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth the moment you opened for him. Worry and doubt fled from you and every sense was filled with him. You’d even forgotten why you arrived at the base in the first place as he hoisted you up against the wall. Your legs hitched up to wrap around his waist and your arms folded around his broad shoulders. He growled in approval, still devouring you as he pressed impossibly close. You could feel him standing at attention, hard and ready, and you wondered how long he’d been in that condition.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice a breathless whisper against your lips.

“Well, I am here. What’s going on with you, you’re worrying me.” You had to tug at his hair to get him to back off just the slightest bit. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, his face was too far cast in shadows. He was definitely still Sylus, though- you didn’t see any signs of him transforming into a monster. Just the raging hardon that was pressed against your core.

“Kitten,” he whined, dropping his head against your shoulder. His breathing was ragged, sharp inhales let go as shaky exhales. “This need I feel…it’s like I crave you on some primal level.”

He groaned when you tugged at his hair again, just a gentle pull to guide his mouth back to yours. His chest rumbled in what felt like a purr, the vibrations rolling through you to gather at your already wanting core. You gave your silent consent to him by pulling him closer, devouring his mouth in equal fervor. You gently caught his bottom lip between your teeth and his entire body shuddered.

“You should-” lips found your leaping pulse.

“Run away-“ his teeth scraped the slope of your neck.

“While you still can-“ he latched onto your collarbone, sucking at the spot with a hard draw to create a mark there. You gasped and squirmed as best you could while crushed against the wall by his bulk. The action ground your core against his length and he groaned when he released you from his mouth.

“Take me,” you breathed into him. “Use me. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

He groaned again and hauled you against him, pulling away from the wall to stumble blindly to his bed. There he dropped you onto the mattress, bathing you in the pale lights of the city filtering in from the window. His eyes were still cast in shadow, but you could still see the desire that darkened his expression. He was silent, save for the sound of his heavy breaths, as his hand stroked from calf to hip. Heat blazed from his touch, sinking through the fabric of the leggings you wore.

“Last chance, Kitten,” he growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Hands rested at your hip, teasing the waistband in silent question. Though you had already given explicit consent, he waited.

Rather than voicing your answer, and rather than giving in to what he so very clearly wanted, your hands found the collar of his shirt. With slow precision, you unbuttoned his shirt while keeping your eyes locked on his. His breath came in shuddering bursts, his body trembling as you teased him. It was a cruel test of his control, even knowing how close he was to snapping. But you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about seeing carnal desire written in every feature, in every motion, that made you want to take advantage of it.

A sharp inhale, followed by a shuddered exhale when your hand trailed down his newly exposed chest in a tantalizing sweep. He caught your hand before it could trail too far down his abdomen, bringing it to his lips and laying a kiss across your knuckles, and another at your wrist.

And then his lips found yours in a searing kiss to seal your agreement. There was nothing short of passion in the way he devoured you, the way he coaxed you open to tangle his tongue with yours. The heat of his mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, searing into any exposed skin he could access until he was stopped my the lapel of the button down shirt you wore. Without warning, he grasped the overlapped edges at the front and ripped your shirt wide open. Buttons flew in every direction and all you could do was muffle your moan with a gasp. Because damn, that show of strength was not one you expected to be so hot. You didn’t even care about the loss of the shirt, you wanted him to do it again.

With the obstruction out of his way, Sylus continued the forge a blazing trail of kisses down your body. The bandeau you wore as a bra was shoved down so that he could swirl his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Soft bites to the undersides of your breasts as he continued downward elicited a sharp inhaled gasp from you. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your leggings at each hip and then tugged, removing them and your underwear in one swift motion. Shyness coursed through you when you were finally fully bared to him, but you didn’t fight him when he held your legs in place, spread for him, so he could rake his eyes up and down you.

His lips found the inside of your knee, teeth finding your thigh, and then his face was dangerously close to your core. You swore you could see his eye flash a quick glow, but the next moments pushed all thoughts and reason from your head.

“I’ll start with your warmest spot…” he murmured against your skin. And then he dipped his head further, his breath fanning against your slick folds. “And until I’m finished, you’re not allowed to stop me.”

And then he descended, overwhelming your cunt with precise strokes of his tongue. You tried to twist away from him, crying out in pleasure, but he held you fast. His gaze bored into you, even as your hands sunk into the silky strands of his hair. He worked you until you were right on the precipice, but then pulled away with a devilish grin before you could crash over the other side. You whined at his unfair treatment until he set about removing his own clothing. Your own gaze devoured him the more he exposed of himself, and fuck he was perfect in every way.

He crawled languidly up your body and settled over you, reclaiming your mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. His knee wedged between yours, pushing and coaxing until you had enough thinking power to wrap yourself around him. This put the head of his cock right at your entrance, and you strained your hips towards him in a desperate bid for penetration. A dark chuckle escaped him when he realized what you were attempting.

“All mine,” he growled. Your knee was hooked over his elbow, one at first and then both as the kiss progressed to a carnal need. You were open fully to him now, and all that was left was for him to take that plunge.

And fuck, did he ever.

His hips snapped forward without hesitation, not even affording you the time to adjust to his girth and length. Not that it was necessary, not when he glided into you easily on the slickness of your arousal. He slammed against you, sinking into you to the hilt, and you couldn’t help the pleasured sound that escaped you. You folded your arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin when he tried to pull back. He didn’t get far before his hips jerked forward again, almost off their own accord.

It was as though there was some primal instinct that drove him into you so impossibly deep. You couldn’t understand where it came from, but fuck it felt good. The sensations of his cock slamming into you paired with the guttural moans erupting from him brought you back to that precipice rapidly. So rapidly that you barely had a moment's notice before you came apart around him. Pleasure zipped up your spine, turning your mind blank. All you could do was arch beneath him, crying out his name even as he continued to plunder your body.

He so easily folded you in half and set a pace that was bordering on punishing. What little control he could claim to have had in this moment was gone as he rutted into you. The sounds of your bodies colliding over and over rose to join your pleasured cries and his own grunting moans. You were glad the base had emptied due to his tantrum, because it would be very obvious what was happening should anyone step on the floor landing. Hell, even floors below could probably hear your loud, frenzied mating.

Feeling bold, maybe even mischievous, you lifted your mouth to the jumping pulse at his neck and scraped your teeth against it. Sylus let out a shaky, breathy moan and tilted his head away to grant you more access. With a grin, you bit down on that corded muscle that made up the slope of his neck.

His head fell against your chest with a deep moan, slamming his hips into you hard. Your bite turned into sucking on his neck, raising a mark to show your claim on him to anyone who would dare to look. And he also latched his mouth to your skin, drawing out the same kind of mark.

With a growl, he released your neck to observe the purpling mark he made. His gaze darted to yours, locking eyes with you as his thrusts increased to a breakneck pace. Pleasured expressions flitted across your face and you were almost certain that’s what he was looking for. And then you were arching into him again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed around him. The edge he had been chasing came and went, and he spilled into you with a guttural cry of his own. His hips jerked and slammed into you, his cock twitching as you milked him for everything he had.

He kissed you feverishly, and even as you came down from the high of release, he was still impossibly hard inside you. He rocked into you with small thrusts and you could feel his heart hammering beneath your touch.

“Fuck, how do you feel this damn good,” he whimpered against your lips. His body crashed against yours when you whimpered his name in response, over and over as he chased another release. It came to him with a sharp snap of his hips against yours, a shudder that swept through his entire body, and then more hot ropes of cum were flooding your cunt again.

And he still somehow wasn’t done with you.

A brief respite was all that was granted before he was thrusting deep into you again. At this point, you weren't even sure where you ended and he began. You were beginning to wonder if you would be leaking his cum for days after this encounter, even moreso when he slammed into you again with a guttural, primal cry of ecstasy. This one brought you over the edge with him, the feel of his cock pulsing and twitching inside you drawing release from you without warning.

Finally, after one more orgasm ripped through both of you, Sylus slumped against you. He nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses peppering your skin as you both attempted to regain your breath. He released your legs from his pressing hold and you ran your thighs down both sides of his body, delighting in the way he shuddered again.

You were both a sweaty mess, and you were certain the sheets needed to be changed once he slipped from your body. But he took his sweet time with you, giving gentle kisses that were a stark contrast to the primal possession he just exhibited. The weight and heat of him pressing you into the mattress felt like heaven, and you made a mental note to request this kind of skinship again in the future. Maybe with a little less mess. Or maybe with more, who knows.

You complained when he removed himself from the bed, grudgingly allowing yourself to be carried by him to the bathroom. You were exhausted and couldn’t work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up in the shower, but you were delighted in the way his hands massaged your scalp as he washed your hair. You nearly fell asleep when he blow dried your hair, making him have to carry you back to bed. He slipped you between fresh silk sheets and climbed in behind you, trailing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders as he wrapped himself around you.

Safe and cozy, you fell into the deepest sleep you’d ever experienced.

And when you awoke to Sylus being gone, you couldn’t help but pout. Until he pushed through the door with a tray in hand, wrapped in his favourite brocade robe. He wordlessly set the tray down in front of you, and you saw it was filled with various crackers, cheeses, and fruits.

“Consider this my apology,” he said with a chuckle as you eagerly dug into the tray. He sat next to you in bed, allowing you to feed him. He was content enough to watch you enjoy the tray, but couldn’t say no when you turned to offer him bites.

“What was that all about anyway?” You ask finally, after working up the courage to not be shy. Sylus’s brows drew down in thought.

“I’m not entirely sure, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like that before. I came home to being surrounded by your essence, your scent, and it's like a switch flipped in my head. Like I was possessed. Like some sort of primal instinct that wouldn’t leave until I had you flat on your back with my cock driving into you.”

You blushed furiously at his casual words, occupying your hands and face with more food, so that you wouldn’t put those hands and your mouth all over him in some sort of retaliation. He chuckled darkly and leaned close, inhaling deeply at your neck.

“Mmh. I think I like my scent being intertwined with yours,” he growled into your ear.

Neither of you left his bed for a while following that, and you were grateful it was your weekend.

[pathfinderlittleduck]

I miss my best friend...

[stellardeer]

TL;DR - How would you kick someone out of your house without involving police? and Should you?

My no-note blog is probably not the best place to ask this question, but maybe someone will come along and answer, who knows.

So in the ideal circumstance that we abolish the police, I've been wondering about a specific scenario. Say there is a person in your home, for whatever reason, who has no legal right to be there, and you do not want them there (again, for whatever reason) but they refuse to leave and you want to forcibly remove them from your home.

Most people nowadays would threaten to call the cops on them, and usually that alone is enough to get people to leave. I've never actually had this problem myself, but I've known numerous people who've talked about these kinds of situations (and coincidentally they were all middle class, if that tells you anything...) I, personally, would think twice (or a million times) about calling the cops on someone, especially if the person in question is particularly vulnerable to police brutality. So, even if the police aren't abolished, I still want to know the proper alternative to handle this kind of situation.

I'm a pretty weak, easily overpowered person, so my first instinct would be to like.. call someone I know or go get a strong neighbor or something to help me get this person off of my property.

I know that the specifics of the situation also play a key role here, too, on how to handle it. Like, if the person is reasonable, I would hope that just telling them to leave would get them to go - easy enough. But if they refuse to move.. what do I even do? If it's someone that I know very well, I might think to take a break and just walk away from them and hope we can sort things out once we've calmed down. If it's someone that I don't know very well, though, (not even necessarily an intruder, but just say someone who is overstaying their welcome) and especially if tensions are not even high, I wouldn't really know what to do. Some states even have squatters rights, so like.. sometimes you literally CAN'T do anything about this person being in your home, and in some cases they can even get you kicked out. I think it's kind of obvious that if the person clearly has violent intentions towards me, then I have a right to defend myself, but again, I am not going to be able to do that by myself, and I don't know what the legalities are around asking for help from another citizen, i.e. not a cop, if someone means to do you harm?

And what if you do ask for help and your helper ends up injuring the person in the process of trying to get them out?? I'd imagine it's still better than calling a cop, and risking getting a life-ruining criminal record, or worse, shot and killed. But I'd also imagine there could be grounds for them to sue if they get injured by the helper since the helper is not a professional of any kind and not protected in anyway. Only some states have protections against self defense anyway, and I don't know if it even counts if you invited the person into your home willingly and they weren't being violent to begin with. Like.. if they person is just stubbornly standing there and then your burly neighbor puts hands on them first, I don't think that even counts as self defense for the homeowner? At that point if the person fights back then they have a case for self-defense.

And I don't know what the leftist attitude is towards personal property like that anyway, like should we even have a right to our own home? I don't know the leftist view on that, I get the idea that individualism is not the move, but like.. do we still have our own personal space? Space that we are allowed to bar others from entering? Even if that space extends to the entirety of a 2-bedroom home? I'm asking sincerely, because I really haven't read enough socialist theory, so I don't know what the opinions are on home ownership in general. Like in an ideal society, would we supposedly just allow the person to stay for as long as they like, as long as they aren't hurting anything? That's another part of it, like what if they aren't doing any harm but I still don't want them there? Am I wrong for wanting them to leave, even if I don't know them? Supposing even if they are an intruder, if they haven't stolen anything or hurt me or my animals, but they just... won't leave, should I even be mad about that?

But again, forget an ideal society, let's take it back to reality, assuming that I live in the US and the laws are exactly the same as they are in this moment, police are not abolished, but I am choosing to not involve the police in this matter... what is the right thing to do???? Should I just resolve myself to accept that this person lives with me now?? I don't even live in a state with squatters rights, so I don't legally have to, but.. should I? (more thoughts and anecdotes if the tags if you feel like reading)

[nochepsicodelica]

"All those drinks are gonna do you dirty, ma. You're gonna throw up if you don't get some food in your system, so eat," Toji says, pushing the box closer to you.

You giggle at his serious face, before standing up from your chair for the fourth time, trying to go around him. Toji's used to this by now and stands up, bringing you back down to your chair.

"Stop getting up and eat your food. You literally begged for this. Why aren't you eating it?"

"Why aren't you eating it?" You return, raising your brows at him, seductively. It doesn't come off too sexy when raising your eyebrows makes you immediately squint because of the light going into your sensitive eyes, but it does lure a chuckle out of Toji.

"I'm ignoring that. Just eat. I don't wanna hear you upchucking in a couple hours."

"You won't hold my hair back?" You pout. Your feigned little flash of sadness produces real tears in this state, so it's a little confusing for Toji when you start giggling while wiping at your reddened cheeks.

"Your food's getting cold. I know how you are about reheating fast food, so eat it before it goes to waste."

You smile at him, your eyelids almost completely shut in your drunken daze. Toji can't even lie, it's cute. It's the only reason he's not up the wall about this little situation. Then you decide to drop a bomb on him.

"I'm not hungry anymore. Too tired to eat." You rest your chin on your palm, shutting your eyes. It feels nice. It would take less than thirty seconds for you to fall asleep.

Fuck. Think, think, think...

"Hey." Toji pokes your forehead, lightly, earning a hum and a furrow of your brows. "What if I feed you?"

You laugh, giddily. "Ooo, you trying to romance me?"

"Sure, if you eat."

You laugh again. "Toji, you dog, you. I'm not putting out." You shake your head, eyes closed with a dumb grin on your face. "No, sir. It's food and then goodnight for me."

"You already put out for me, earlier, doll." He smirks at the way you blush, clearly having an 'oh, yeah...' moment. "Eat some more so we can go to sleep."

"Hm?" You hum, rolling your eyes open after your blink of sleep. You crack a grin as soon as you look at Toji. "You wanna kiss me sooo bad. Look at you."

"I'm not gonna kiss you. You're not listening. You think you deserve kisses for that?"

"Uh... yes? I mean no. Pshhh, nooo. Of course, not."

"That's right. So eat, or you'll go to sleep without kisses, tonight."

"Noooo," you whine, dramatically. "Wait! Fine, fine. Look." You take a huge bite of your sandwich, your cheeks puffing up as you chew. "Oh, this is really good," you say, muffled by your mouthful of food.

"Don't choke, doll. Small bites are fine," he says, picking up a napkin and wiping the excess condiments off your face.

You push through it and gulp down the bite. "That was a lot. Got bread stuck on the roof of my mouth." You take a sip of your drink to wash it all down. "Did I look so pretty for the party, today?" You ask, your lips curling as you put the cup back down.

"You did, mama. Stunning. Swept everyone there, off their feet."

You smile, the gesture transitioning into a giggle. "Even Shiu?"

"Yup. Even Shiu said he wanted a piece of you."

You gasp. "No... Did you fight him?"

"Nah, I wanted to, but I kept my cool. If he had put his hands on you, then I might have, but I had my eye on you all night, to make sure nobody did more than look at you."

"I wouldn't have followed him anywhere, anyway." You roll your eyes, suddenly so hostile against the host of the party. "Probably would've kicked him in the nuts and gone to find you."

"Yeah, that's a smart idea, doll."

Toji's elaborate answers to your questions kept you awake long enough for you to mindlessly eat while he talked. You were at the end of the sandwich when you realized how much you had eaten and how full you were.

"Can't... do it..." You groan, lying on the arm you have extended on the table. "Too full." You sigh, heavily, setting the rest of the sandwich down on the scattered fries in its box.

"That's good, ma. You don't have to eat it, anymore. We can go to bed, now."

You let out another heavy sigh, sluggishness washing over you before you force yourself to stand up from your chair, this time with Toji's 'okay'. He looks at your little belly as it protrudes from your dress, proof of how full you actually are, and pokes at it. Your usually soft tummy is temporarily stiff and it's adorable.

You grab Toji's hand so that you don't stumble as you walk. Before leaving the table, he finished the remainder of your sandwich in one bite and threw out the container with the remaining cold fries.

"Damn, you were right, baby. That was good."

"Mhm," you mumble, waiting for him to lead you to the room.

Toji helped you brush your teeth and wash your face, and when you finally made it to the room, he helped you dress down into comfier clothes. Now, you're in bed together and you're in his arms trying to doze off, but you can't with the way he's smothering your face with kisses. It's just kiss after kiss with him and you can't focus, but it is what you wanted. After all, you stuffed your face for this.