#because of a fucking apple

[knifebaby3000]

checked into your heart and trashed it like a hotel room

[pureseasalt]

He leaned closer to the gun.

IT MATTERS TO ME THAT HE LEANED CLOSER TO THE GUN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[cosmicraelum]

I rewatched perfect blue recently

[twistedappletree]

it’ll forever be hilarious to me how wenchless hans is. he’s a young, conventionally attractive nobleman who spends a pretty decent amount of his time trying to pursue women in an admittedly insufferable way but even though he has money and status and could give any woman a more than comfortable life, despite whether they love each other or not, who’s the one getting all the wenches?

his peasant squire, henry. the one person on the entire planet who can’t shut up about hans, turns every conversation with others into something about hans, writes in his diary about “irresistible” hans, literally responds to women flirting with him by bringing up how dedicated he is to hans. and those same women are throwing themselves at him like darts.

there’s just something so deeply funny and pathetic about hans actively and persistently trying so hard to impress women while they all flock to his #1 fanboy, henry of skalitz, who’s practically writing gay fan fiction about himself and hans in his journal.

[asavt]

Today's warm ups: A little bit of that tag-ramble of the deceit trio living in PV's robes, a scenario related to that with Espresso and Black Sapphire (and Candy Apple), and a little storyboard idea.

[untitledgoosegay]

re last reblog I do see fanfic culture pushing/replicating a certain model of "what trauma looks like," "how trauma works"

this is a problem across all areas of society obviously, but transformative works are, well, transformative. they're about crafting and modifying narratives where the fan-creator sees a flaw or a lack -- often for the better! don't get me wrong, I've done my fair share of "I take a hammer and I fix the canon," it's the main thing that gets my creative gears spinning -- but what happens when that "flaw" is simply a narrative not conforming to popular expectations?

some people just don't get PTSD from events that sound obviously traumatic. they're not masking, and they're not coping; they just straight-up didn't get the permanently-locked stress-response that defines PTSD. they walk away from a horrible experience going "well, that sucked, but it's over now." some people do get PTSD from events most people wouldn't find traumatic. we don't really know why some people get PTSD and others don't. but fandom has an idea of events that must be traumatizing, of a "correct" way to portray trauma. you see the problems with this lack of understanding in e.g. fans pressuring the devs of Baldur's Gate 3 to add dialogue where the player character badgers Halsin about his own feelings on his abuse -- because he must be traumatized, and his trauma must fit a certain mold and presentation of sexual trauma, under the mistaken impression that anything outside that narrow window is somehow "wrong" and disrespectful or even harmful to survivors.

take, for another example, the very common trope of a traumatized character who hates touch or sex "learning" to like touch or sex as a part of their healing process. certainly that can be healing for some people; other people will never like, or want, touch or sex, because of trauma or because they just don't. the assumption that someone who doesn't want sex or doesn't like to be touched must be traumatized, must be suffering from this perceived lack, is seriously harmful -- to asexual people, to people with sensory issues around touch, and to people for whom healing from trauma means freedom to refuse sex or touch.

and there's a secondary trope, one that's slightly more thoughtful but ultimately repeats the problem -- that once someone has learned that their boundaries will be respected, they'll feel it's safe to soften those boundaries. once they feel safe refusing touch or sex, they'll feel comfortable allowing it on their own terms. but many people don't, and many people won't! many people will simply never want to be touched, and never want sex, and they are not suffering or broken or lacking because of it. the idea that proving you'll respect someone's boundaries entitles you to test those boundaries -- the paradox is obvious, and yet this is something i've seen hurt (re-traumatize) people i care for.

people are imperfect victims. people don't heal in the ways you expect. many people have positive memories of their abuse, of their abusers. many people hurt others in the course of their trauma, in ways that can't easily be unpacked in a 5k oneshot. very few narratives of trauma and recovery actually fit the ones put forward by popular children's media and romance novels -- which are the ones I most see replicated in fandom spaces, because they provide the clearest narrative and easiest catharsis, and so they're easy and soothing to reach for.

that's not necessarily a bad thing! i am not immune to goopy romance tropes. i am not immune to teary catharsis. not every fic has to grapple with ugly realities. but there's a problem when these narratives become predominant, when people think they're accurate and realistic depictions of trauma, when the truth of trauma is unpleasant and uncomfortable, and doesn't fit any single narrative, let alone one of comforting catharsis

[ragnarockz]

Your stuff with Maya is so hot!! Would you be willing to do a Maya x fem!reader where they are all out at a bar and Matt and Sal both find reader attractive and are trying to see who can gain her attention and get her home. And Maya is also attracted to her and after watching them make asses of themselves she steps in and successfully takes reader from them and tells the guys they are fucking idiots and never stood a chance especially when she learns the only one reader wanted all night was Maya to begin with?? and then takes reader to her place and has her way with her?!?

GIVE ME SOME GRACE HERE WITH THIS ONE BECAUSE I HAVE ONLY EVER SHIED AWAY FROM WRITING CHARACTER X READER🥺💛🔒

ANYWAY! MAYA LOVES A CHALLENGE, DOES SHE NOT? 👀 And maybe you kinda sorta love her...for now 😈

You've been nursing your first drink for some time now as your boss orders another round. You blow out a loud exhale in annoyance as you scrunch your face before downing your glass. He's your boss and your uncle so you can't really ever complain to anyone. He gave you a pretty high end job that pays well as his personal assistant. You smile weakly as the bartender hands out another round; definitely their fifth and undoubtedly your second.

You don't see her but she sees you. Sitting at another table with Matt and Sal; she's been eyeing you as the two of them whisper that it's Todd McCoy at the bar with his group. Maya doesn't pay much attention to the chatter as she's more interested in keeping her eyes on what she hopes will be her prize for the night. It isn't until Sal bursts her bubble that you look over your shoulder at the commotion and eavesdrop a little into what they're whisper-yelling to one another.

"That's his PA; right? She's sitting on the edge? Dude, she's a smoke show!"

Sal whisper yells to Matt and Matt, adjusts his glasses before ducking his head closer down to the table.

"That's his niece or daughter or something like that. Just hired his own family I guess to keep whatever secrets close to his vest. Smart...he's got a lot of scandals swirling around him but no one fucking cares; he brings in the big money."

Maya scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest; flicking her ponytail off of her shoulder. She's facing your direction and her eyes haven't left you yet.

"He's a fucking asshole. He calls me asking for favors all the time and I tell him where he can stick his fucking favors. He doesn't even let her do her job! But, shit..."

Their whispers get lower and out of earshot and you can no longer hear what they're saying but now the three of them are all looking in your direction and the looks on their faces are telling.

It's some sort of challenge or game; some sort of determination and one upping each other. Who's dick is the biggest? Who can pull the strings? Who can rise to the top? The two men were bickering back and forth but Maya was cool and collected and soaked you in for as long as she could.

You turn your attention back to the bar as you know that they know you've been staring at them just as they've been staring at you. Pushing your drink away, you take your phone out from your pocket and mindlessly scroll through your favorite app. It doesn't take long for you to see some posts about Matt Remick and his indulgent Kool-Aid up and coming movie. Associated, of course, are Sal and Maya. You quickly glance around you as your thumb and pointer touch the screen to blow the photo up and get a better look at her.

Even though she's literally sitting behind you a few tables over.

Even though she's literally walking right up to you and you don't even notice until it's too late and you hear your Uncle's loud voice greeting her with nothing but sarcasm and backhanded compliments.

"Look who the cat dragged in! I see you and Remick and Saperstein are poaching in on our celebration...how obvious of you!"

He extends his hand to Maya who, doesn't take it. Instead, she gives him a half-baked smile that looks more like a grimace. She shoots a quick glance in your direction before she opens her mouth to reply; spitting nothing but venom out.

"Funny...wouldn't mark this as a celebration, looks more like a fucking funeral. Jesus...everyone looks fucking miserable, Todd. What did you do? Offer to cut them loose if they didn't show up here? God! And what? You dragged her into this too?"

She points her thumb back over her shoulder in your direction and makes you focus on her. The way her ponytail is perfect hanging behind her; her outfit looks like it peeled right out from a magazine. Her face; her expressions. She cold and calculated and undeniably really fucking hot. You slowly tuck your phone away just in case she catches a glance of what you've been looking at before she walked over here. Her. And before that? Also her.

God, you think to yourself as you bite your bottom lip, you're down bad for Maya Mason.

"Anyway, Todd...nice talking to you, as always. Next time you have a marketing question, ask your niece to call me instead of you. Isn't that her job? If not, we can always get her in with Continental. Scrub her name out from under yours..."

You swore your Uncle went white in the face as she chuckled nervously and brushed Maya off without a word, turning back to the members of your party. She nods her head, another win under her belt before she licks her lips and looks at you.

"We have an empty seat at our table if you'd rather join a real fucking party and not whatever the fuck your lame ass Uncle is trying to pull..."

And she leaves it at that as she walks away, leaving you to decide. It takes less than a second for you to slip off of the bar stool and follow at her heels. You sit yourself down at the empty spot between Maya and Sal with Matt across with you. You're familiar with them all; having been in the industry for so long all of these people are a little more than acquaintances.

The table goes quiet and you can feel the air shift between the four of you; going back to that low-level of whisper they had been engaging in earlier. The game has started and you wonder what it is.

Matt starts first; rambling on quickly about how he could use a new PA and your expertise and knowledge is perfect for him; perfect for Continental. It makes Maya roll her eyes and scoff as she shakes her head; basically kicking Matt from under the table.

You sit there with a pained smile on your face and wish it was Maya saying these things; wishing it was her asking you to be her personal assistant. You can only dream as Sal interjects Matt to now ramble on about executive challenges that he believes you can lend a hand in.

Maya loudly interjects as she reaches beside you to put her hand over yours which has been resting on your lap. You feel a warm shiver creep up your spine with the proximity of her. You can smell her perfume and almost feel her shirt touching your arm. You hold your breath.

"Fuck these two and fuck your lame ass funeral...how about we go to a real fucking party, just us? Just the girls?"

You feel like a trance has been put over you as you slowly nod your head and a small smile creeps onto your lips. She mimics you as she nods her head as well and matches the smile. You notice there's a look in her eye; a known feeling that she won whatever this was. Her smile turns hungry and you notice it but don't give it a second thought. Her hand still over yours she clutches it to pull you up and out of your seat to lead you out of the bar and into the waiting car parked outside.

She ushers you into the back seat and follows close behind you, basically sitting on top of you as she gets herself in and slams the car door closed.

"Those losers can find another ride home. Fuck them...thinking they were going to fucking win over me...pathetic..."

The rest of the car ride is quiet but you can feel the tension building between you and Maya. She found your hand with hers again and held it; clutched it tightly. She started making little circles with her thumb in the soft fold between your own thumb and pointer finger. She felt warm and cool at the same time. You could hear her breathing get more ragged, unhinged the closer you got to her place.

You knew what was coming and you had already accepted it the second you sat down at their table at the bar. You knew what the game was the second you felt Maya's gaze on you. And, you knew, exactly what the prize for winning such game was: you.

You barely make it into Maya's foyer before she gets you up against the door of what you quickly assume is a closet. You feel her hands ripping and pulling and dragging off your clothes in a hurried frenzy. Like she's starving, dying of thirst. Like the only thing she needs to survive is you and you alone. And you let her because, fuck, in this moment, who wouldn't? You moan loudly into her mouth when her lips collide with yours and you sink a little lower against the door as her hands find their way in between your legs and groping your breast.

You let her. She uses you.

You can barely make out anything in the darkened foyer with the shaded glass of her home. Obviously for privacy so peeping toms and paparazzi aren't sneaking peaks into her home at all hours. But a slight change of light from outside gives you the opportunity to see a shape or, maybe even a shadow, of something between her legs when she desperately pulls her own pants down and kicks them off from her ankles.

You feel it before you even get a chance to really see it. Cool and smooth with slight ridges that tease at your folds which are, without a doubt, slick from her hands and just honestly from her. As bold and brassy as Maya Mason was and known to be, you did not expect her to be packing out in public. Especially, with Sal and Matt by her side. Maybe they knew her better than you and the tabloids did but fuck, what did that matter now as your breath hitches in your throat. She was just inches away from filling you up with her cock.

She pushes you against the door and this time, fills you up with herself. You feel yourself stretch to take her cock; as much as your body allows and then some. The tip hits your cervix already and you moan in delight. You want more; you're begging for it and you very quickly realize, that's her favorite thing in the world.

To have someone beg for her.

She's rough and quick and fast. She's loud and messy and nothing comes out from her mouth but 'fuck' and 'shit' and 'jesus fucking christ'. You can barely keep your head on straight as your eyes slam shut and your head snaps forward and you focus on the relentless pounding of her cock up inside of you. You can feel the silicone warm and then become hot; your own wetness making it easier for her to fuck you. You're on the brink of orgasm; you can feel it. That hot pull in your lower abdomen; the pressure waiting to be released. Your little moans and whines and breaths hitch up in your throat and you can swear she's calling you a 'good girl' and a 'pretty fucking thing' and then...

It all comes crashing down around you.

You cum and she, pulls right out.

A wail escapes your lips as you bend forward; trying to catch yourself from your knees buckling. You can hear the smirk on her face that you can't see. It was really all some game. Just some quick fuck in her house up on some hill in Hollywood. You can sense she's trying not to laugh as you hear the shuffling of fabric as she scoops up her pants and pulls them back on. The zipper is deafening; like a gunshot ringing out.

"I'll call you a cab, Sweet Thing...you'll be home before the sun comes back up over those fucking hills. It was nice meeting you, by the way...maybe we'll run into one another again."

Your heart hammers away in your chest as you hear her footsteps and then the front door opening once again. She is literally standing there holding the door open for you to get your shit and get the fuck out.

[veatomis]

Los Diablos best (..most??) dressed vigilante <3

[tricoufamily]

every ai ad is just “are you a stupid piece of shit? would you not be able to wipe your own ass without help? well good news,”

[dootznbootz]

Hi. I'm cyberbullying a long dead poet because of his shitty fanfic. Enjoy. I'd love it if you joined me.

(Before you get mad at me, yes, I know Eugammon of Cyrene is an important figure and all that. I'm sick with some sort of flu. Let me cyberbully an ancient dead fanfic writer in peace.)

[kaiserouo]

he sits in his corner and draw...

...some pretty fucked up stuff

[clancysletter]

Twenty One Pilots performing the Campfire Medley Hurricane Festival (2022) — I Can See Clearly/My Girl/Home/Careless Whisper/House of Gold/WDBWOTV

[twistedappletree]

I’d just like to remind everyone that Hans buries his face into Henry’s shoulder during that hug in Maleshov

[phoenixkaptain]

Novel A New Hope Vader is my favourite Vader (so far) because he Is Anakin, he is everything Anakin is set up to be. He is intimidating, he is overwhelming, standing next to him feels like standing next to a black hole, he is-

The biggest little shit in the entire galaxy.

You canNOT convince me that he didn’t say half his lines with a shit-eating smirk. He is awful to be around, he is the worst person to ever exist, he is SO annoying.

And Novel Vader is so Anakin because the book can give us details the movie can’t. The book gives us the author’s choice of wording, the way the author intended the scenes to be, and Vader is such a little shit almost constantly but my FAVOURITE will always be when Tagge talks back to him about the Force, saying it isn’t as powerful or scary as he makes it out to be and Vader just-

“I find,” Vader ventured mildly, “this lack of faith to be disturbing.”

-the WORD CHOICE. The fucking WORDS chosen.

“Ventured”??? “Mildly”??? He is CHOKING this man!!! This man is DYING!! He is being such a little shit right now, this is it. This is the Him, this is Anakin Skywalker right here. He is using unnecessary force and being a bitch about it and there will never be anything that so perfectly encapsulates Anakin Skywalker than this fucking scene in this fucking novel.

On the topic and as a brief aside, the novel is what makes me think that Leia was planned to be Vader’s kid, or at least a narrative mirror to Vader, right from the start. She is also such an Anakin.

“Darth Vader… I should have known. Only you would be so bold— and so stupid.”

She just… also. Encapsulates Anakin. Like. Yeah. Yeah, this is what he could have been. He could have been a terrifying figure that people rallied behind. He is loyal to the death, as is Leia. She spits on Darth Vader while he’s having her dragged away. She mocks him to his face. This is the character that the Anakin Skywalker of future movies mimics. Her passion, her anger, her being a little shit and insisting throughout everything that it WAS a diplomatic vessel and they WERE on a diplomatic mission.

Leia is the first character to face down Vader in this novel and not show fear. She is the first character who refuses to submit in the face of the scariest guy in the galaxy. She continues to refuse to submit. She’s just. A great fucking liar.

Leia puts all her trust, her very life and the sake of the entire rebellion she’s fighting for, in a droid. An astromech droid. She begs for them to take the droid further, not for them to find her. She’s willing to die, and she trusts her death will not be in vain because she trusts a droid.

And that, if nothing else, is all the proof needed that Leia is what Anakin could have been.

[ragnarockz]

HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, LC!🎉🎂🍻

Good thing I know JUST the person to help you celebrate! 🥰

HER💛🔒:

Rose Gold💛🔒

@lilithschosen 😘😈🎁

"There's something I want to show you, Baby..."

You look up from your phone at the sound of Maya's voice. It was oddly a quiet night-in with no overtime needed to be done by either of you. Maya had her legs up on the couch; stretched out so they laid on top of your lap. She was facing you directly while you were facing forwards.

Turning your head to your right, you look directly at Maya. She had thrown her hair up into a messy yet stylish bun and had her oversized glasses on to rest her eyes after a long day. She had on a Gucci lounge set that she wore as a pajama which, of course, cost more than your entire wardrobe combined. She looked both comfortable and stylish; typical Maya fashion through and through. The icing on the cake was always, without a doubt, her gold chain and lock that you never saw her without.

You smile at her as you stretch forwards to drop your phone onto her coffee table to give her your full undivided attention. She deserved it, of course.

Maya always deserved attention from you. And, anyways, if you didn't give it to her she would find a way to get it.

"And what's that?"

She beams at you as she slips her feet away and off of your lap. She pulls them towards herself; tucking them underneath herself so she can use them to push herself up into a kneeling position on her couch. She's taller than you now; slightly towering beside you as you bring your arm up to rest on the back of the couch. You might as well make yourself comfortable.

Maya's gaze never leaves yours as she keeps the smile plastered on her face. She breaths in deeply before her hands come up to the bottom button of her shirt. You stare directly at the veins on her hands and find yourself exhaling before you clear your throat.

She wrinkles her nose and you can't tell if it's a reaction to you already losing your cool over her or her own impatience. She works fast; skilled fingers pushing buttons out of their holes to open up her shirt. She gets to the third button from the top and suddenly stops. Her hands come down to rest on her hips and you're forced to draw your gaze down to stare at those perfectly manicured fingers squeezing at her hip bones.

You want to lunge at her and throw her down against the couch. You want to climb on top of her and fuck her senseless.

But that would be a foolish thing to do because you know, always, that Maya calls the shots.

You don't dare look away from her as she moves in closer to you now; the way she had to drop onto her hands and knees and crawl a few inches over to you. You silently curse the top she's wearing in the sense that it doesn't give away what she's about to show you. Maybe it's a new bra; something in your favorite colour and obviously worth thousands of dollars.

The look in Maya's eyes is animalistic as she soaks you up; glances over you entirely as if she's sizing you up before the kill. The way her hair is piled on top of her head, the big chunky glasses perched on her beautifully curved nose. The jewelry swinging at her neck; that goddamn lock that drives you insane.

"Maya..."

"So impatient...God...just relax..."

Maya hisses out from under her breath as she climbs on top of you, facing you. Her knees are bent beside the outside of your thighs and she presses the full weight of herself down onto your lap. Your fingers twitch, itching to wrap around her and grab her ass; pull her closer and deeper to you. You bite your lip and hope you're not blowing your cover.

But you swear to god Maya Mason is a mind reader as she roughly grabs your hands and places them on her ass herself. You chuckle under your breath and shake your head and give her ass cheeks a playful squeeze.

"You keep those there while I..."

Maya moves her hands off of yours as they come back to fiddle with the third button on her shirt. Your eyes instantly land on her fingers to watch the show she's about to give you. You lick your lips in anticipation and just seconds after you do, Maya does the same.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she undoes the third button and then the second. She pauses for a brief moment before she pops out the final one at her neckline. She sighs loudly; eyes fluttering shut as she drops her hands down into your laps. She doesn't make the effort to remove her shirt at all as her hands quickly become too preoccupied with shoving them down into your track pants.

"Oh fuck, Maya...jesus christ..."

Your words stumble out of your mouth as your eyes snap shut and you feel your mind pulling to the only sensation that matters at the moment.

Her middle finger pressing and rubbing your throbbing clit. She had to slip her finger underneath the top of your harness to get there.

"This isn't even what I want to show you..."

And with that, you slowly open your eyes and pull your lips back to tuck in as the anticipation rises inside of you.

"You can take one of your hands off of my ass now to see..."

She almost scoffs as she tries to bite her tongue; not wanting to sound too mean. She tilts her head down as a sign to focus on her top; to continue where she left off.

She wants you to pull her top down off of her shoulders and down her arms.

And you do; bringing your right hand up to pinch the fabric at her shoulder as you pull it down and then crossing to do the same on her left side. Her thousand dollar lounge wear top slides down her arms and opens up her chest.

She's totally naked underneath; no thousand dollar bra in your favorite colour but god, if the sight before you doesn't make you instantly come into her hand just now....

"Are they real?"

Maya tilts her head and squints her eyes behind her glasses, pouting at you before she snaps.

"Does it fucking matter!?"

You lick your lips and shake your head as her pout quickly evaporates into a sickly sweet smile because she knows, she literally has you in the palm of her hand.

Her nipples are pierced or appear to be. Rose gold in colour, the barbells match the goddamn double chain that's attached, the top shorter than the bottom, and hang right underneath her nipples.

Your first thought is to put them into your mouth and use your teeth to yank on the tiny chains and your second thought is to have Maya motorboat you.

The hand that undressed her comes back down to grab her ass once more; pulling her closer to you now as your desire ramps up. The way you pull her combined with the shift of your thighs underneath, bump her up to sit a little higher. You pretend you don't hear the tight whine that escapes her mouth in a slight fall of dominance as your silicone cock rubs against the inside of her thigh. Of course, this is just an attempt to get Maya's tits into or close to your mouth as possible.

She clocks you right away for what you're trying to attempt and in that, Maya dips her ring finger deep into your wet cunt.

"You're lucky I'm in the mood for these games tonight, Sweet Thing..."

You give her ass a squeeze and feel Maya's pathetic attempt to rut against the toy between your legs. She's falling fast and you can see it written all over Maya's face.

"How about then..."

Your words drift off as you pull your hands away to come round; hooking fingers against the hem of her shorts to pull them away from her thigh. Of course, she wasn't wearing underwear underneath those either.

"...you ride my cock and I get those hot fucking tits in my face? Fair?"

Maya laughs, excited at the tradeoff. Her hands and fingers completely pull away from you; left sticky and wet with your arousal. She pulls her shorts down as she lifts herself up with her legs to at least get them down over her ass and past her knees to give you full clearance. She waits in her sitting up position which allows her to guide your cock inside of her, lean her upper body forwards and let gravity take care of the rest.

Maya moans loudly as her eyes close as she fills her pussy up with your cock. Her fingers linger; rubbing her folds as she gathers up her slick. She brings her hand up and without much thought, licks her fingers clean before she takes her glasses off and drops them somewhere onto the couch.

Your mind is buzzing, burning. You watch her suck off her fingers above you before she starts to roll her hips down, fucking herself on you. Those goddamn rose gold chain links dangle right under her hardened nipples.

"Fuck, Maya...you really needed to bounce on my cock, huh?"

You huff, almost breathless as you continue to stare up at her. You feel the inside of your mouth water wanting nothing more than Maya in your mouth.

"And you, Sweetheart, really need to shut...the fuck...up..."

Maya's whole body bounces as she loses herself to her needs. She's in full concentration mode; chasing her orgasm. But, as always, Maya never forgets you and wouldn't dare. She folds herself in closer to you; hunched down a little to basically drop her left breast to your lips.

Her pebbled nipple ghosts your bottom lip; the chain resting on the curve just above your chin. You breathe in from your nose before your tongue snakes out past your lips to lick the underside of her nipple; collecting the chain as you do before taking her fully into your mouth.

Maya presses her forehead to yours; her hair shaking loose with each thrust. She's whispering strings of 'oh fuck' and 'god damnits' and 'please keep fucking me' as she loses her breath to both the sensation of being filled by you and, having her nipple sucked on at the same time.

You moan with Maya in your mouth while she pants hard against your forehead; into your hair. Her grinding picks up to a fevered pitch; messy and sloppy as she chases her high with the fear of suddenly losing momentum to reach orgasm.

Second nature takes over, innate knowledge as your tongue swirls underneath her nipple to use as a point of suction. You get the hardened nub between your teeth; sensing the piercing against your tongue before you bite down.

And all the while, as you take your fill, that goddamn lock attached to her necklace hits the side of your nose.

Maya slumps forward in response as if allowing you to take more of her into your mouth, between your sharp teeth. The high she's riding is immeasurable and by the way her body shakes against you, you know she's close.

You use your tongue once more to push her nipple forwards and out of your mouth. A wet and obscene popping sound fills the air between you and Maya, sweet and devious Maya, uses this opportunity to pull her upper body away just so she can bring her left hand up to squeeze her breast that's freshly coated in your saliva.

You watch once more as her fingers go to work; thumb pressed down on the top of her nipple while the rest of her fingers squeeze upwards from underneath. She's pinching and rolling the reddened, hardened nipple which shifts and sways her piercing and the chain attached to it.

"...Holy fuck...Maya...come on...I know you're so goddamn close..."

Your hips snap upwards and in seconds, Maya is cascading down once more. Her body slumps and her whines cause you to unravel. You both sit in a heated stupor as you try to catch your breaths; ride out the shaking that snakes through your body as the aftershocks hit hard and deep.

You manage to catch Maya's right hand coming up her sweat-coated body to grab her right breast as well. She gives them both a squeeze; her final declaration of full arousal towards you and the way you fucked her, sucked her.

Your eyes catch the glimmer of her nipple piercings once more as it couples with her necklace. Before you know it, your fingers hook under her necklace and the lock rests heavy against your palm. Maya sighs as she looks down at your face, her mouth opening in pleasure.

Perhaps in that split second, Maya Mason thinks you're going to pull her down to kiss her; seal in this moment passionately. But you know yourself better; know exactly the level of feral you still are even after fucking Maya.

You do pull her down with her necklace but not to find her lips with yours.

Your lips, however, find the lock in your palm in which you open your mouth once again to lick it up with your tongue to take it in your mouth.

Maya gasps once more against your face as if you've just licked at her clit and brought your lips around to suck.

Maya moans and rolls her hips and lets you know in her actions that this night is far from being over.

[whatudottu]

Something something this shit happened again, but yada yada I think it was vaguely understandable given what I've just done- my power supply figuratively exploded and i'm more impressed than freaked out because it's literally not even slightly warm???

Anyway- me and my VA friends have set up a modded Minecraft server with Figura on that list so I decided to up an model the Long Quiet as if I had any previous experience with 3D software, have this PSX styled gif since I'm now on my shitty ARM processor laptop finishing him off :P

Idk if this counts so it’s under a readmore rather than a tag but there’s eye contact below

My favourite thing about this gif is that he really looks like just a guy head on in dark backgrounds; ‘we’re just normal men’ type of goober I swear-