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[seedlessmuffins]

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[garciapimienta]

Italy please score before I have to leave for work

[tiredmamaissy]

Little Secret

Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x lo’ak sully

Warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, profanity, dub-con(?), heat cycle, dark/mr.stealyourgirl Jake, poor clueless Lo’ak, fingering, ab riding, oral sex (f receiving), infidelity, p in v

Word Count: 4.6k

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: I had to make it fair, you know, since Jake stole Neteyam’s mate. I’m just in my dark era, guys I’m sorry. Also, @jakexneytiri practically wrote this. This is for you, bestie. I love you and your big, juicy, sexy brain, I just wanna give it a big smooch.

Synopsis: Lo’ak is away on a two-day hunting trip, and you unexpectedly go into heat. Good thing the Olo’eyktan finds you before anyone else does.  

“Are you sure? I can stay back.” Lo’ak breaks the kiss, cupping your cheek.

“Yes, Lo’. My heat won’t come for a few more days.” you smile softly, hands resting on his chest.

Just a few more eclipses and your heat would be here. As much as you wanted your mate to stay with you, you knew it was important that he goes on this two-day hunting trip. Supplies were low and he was one of the few warriors in the clan equipped to travel far distances. You nudge him towards the door, but he stands firm, resisting your pushes.

“My love.” He rests his hands over yours, giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Ma’ Lo’ak.” you say, eyes of innocence peering up into his.

“I can smell you.” he growls, briefly holding his breath to savour your faint scent.

His four words send shivers down your spine, hot breath prickling your skin. You could already feel your body’s arousal as the blood rushes to your cheeks, staining them a tinge of pink. You nibble on your bottom lip, chest tightening from the lustful eyes that bore into yours.

“Then you better hurry up and come back, alright?” you kiss him quickly and nudge him with shaky hands once more.

“So eager to get rid of me, huh? What? Have another na’vi coming to see you once I’m gone?” he chuckles, slowly retreating to the makeshift door.

“You know I don’t like when you make those jokes, Lo’ak.” you chide, offended that he thinks you’d do such a thing.

“Yeah, yeah. And what if I didn’t have anything against it?” he mumbles as you shove his shoulder, spinning him around to face the door. “Just as long as I get to remind you who’s really owns you after.”

Your tongue clicks in frustration. “Go, before the hunting party leaves you. Again.” you huff, giving him a final shove out the door.

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Rousing from your deep slumber, you find that the dryness in your eyes makes it difficult to open them. You groan, not feeling nearly as rested as you should after such a long nap. The grogginess is so overwhelming that your eyelids feel like two bags of sand, weighing heavily on your face. Lethargy so potent it slumps you into a torpor trance, ebbing away whatever consciousness you have remaining.  

Just like that, you fall into yet another cycle of sleep.

A few more hours pass, the eclipse now in full bloom. A familiar dopiness washes over you, lips cracked and dry from hours and hours of no hydration. You attempt to swallow, only for you to struggle to gather any spit to wad together. That’s when another familiar sensation quickly sets in. One where your body heats up from the inside out, starting at the core of your being, radiating to your extremities. Accompanied by intense dizziness, you could barely piece together a coherent thought. Screams echo in your head, demanding for ‘water, water, water’. You try to shuffle to your feet, only for them to give out, causing you to tumble back onto the mat beneath you.

Sitting in an utter state of bewilderment, you force open your unfocused eyes, trying your best to scan your tent with blurred vision. “Lo’ak?” you croak out a dry throat, only to remember that he’s not here. “Ah. Right...” you think aloud, using the back of your hand to feel your forehead. “’s so hot.” you mumble to yourself, giving your forehead a quick swipe, beads of sweat now dripping down your forearm.

Do I have a fever? I don’t feel good.

A heaviness takes over your body, limbs growing weightier by the second. Soon you’re lying on your back, trying your best to wriggle out of whatever flimsy cloth you have plastered onto your skin. The knot on your loincloth is so tight, your fingers fumble around trying to untie it. Frustration brews deep in your chest, overflowing with nowhere else to go but up and out your throat in a loud grunt.

With sweat dripping in your eyes, you practically go blind – double vision now setting in. “Fuck.” you cry out, giving up on trying to untie the knot and just going for the easier route – pulling it down your legs. You hook your fingers under the band of your garments, pulling and tugging it to the best of your abilities. But your attempts prove to be futile, thanks to the heaviness of your body, you’re only able to get it about halfway down.

At this rate you’re panting and squirming around trying to get these soaked things off your hot body. You huff loudly, frustration only growing stronger by the second. Quickly moving up to your top, you slip it down your chest, exposing your breasts. A cool, refreshing breeze wafts through the flap of your tent, hardening your nipples into peaks. Eywa, did that feel good.

Your entire body prickles in fervour, heating up to a dangerous degree. You could no longer deny the way you feel – your arousal. The slick seeping from your folds is evidence of it. It coats your thighs the more you rub them together, making a mess on not only yourself but the woven mat beneath you. With your loincloth around your knees, you find it difficult to spread your legs. All you can manage to do is shove your shaky hand between your thighs to try and bring some sort of relief to yourself.

It's like an itch. An itch so deep that you can’t scratch it, no matter how hard you try – no matter how many fingers you use. Your digits fondle with your sensitive clit, doing their upmost best to establish some sort of rhythm in their strokes. The frustration boiling in your chest doesn’t help, it only makes it more difficult to do it properly – to make yourself cum. Your breaths turn raggedy, volume increasing with each swipe of your clit.

The pressure in your chest is immense. It’s like you’re about to implode if you don’t release the tension. Drool dribbling down your cheek, you curl into a ball for better access to your slit. All three fingers eagerly part your folds, prodding at your hole. You bundle them together, shifting your pelvis forward to sink them inside you.

“Ohh!” you let loose a loud, sudden moan, finally feeling some of the pressure release. With no strength to work your fingers, you lazily hump your hand, sliding them in and out of your cunt. You can’t help but let your heavy-lidded eyes close, allowing you to focus on the sensation budding in your womb. It feels so empty – so hollow. You just need to be stuffed to the brim and filled up.

All you can think about is your mate. The two braids that hang freely in front of his face, his brawny stature, his big hands, and lengthy fingers. The things you’d do to have them inside you right now, furling right into your g-spot, satiating that annoying itch deep inside you. Just the mere thought of it quickly turns your ragged breaths into lengthy whines and whimpers as you try to imitate your mate’s touches.

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Jake dismounts his beast, stroking its tough exterior in efforts to calm him. He had just come back from a stressful meeting about the sky people and their upcoming agenda. With their return, things have become arduous; hunting parties have been targeted on a regular basis, making it difficult to hunt in familiar, well-known areas. Therefore, the stronger, more equipped warriors have been venturing farther out to hunt, typically for a few days at a time, leaving the clan under the protection of Olo’eyktan.

Making quick strides towards the tents, he overhears high-pitched noises. Ears perking up, his head turns to the source of the whimpering and whining. If anyone is in any sort of trouble, it is his duty as Olo’eyktan to help. He follows the noises, only to be led to his son’s tent. Three na’vi men surround the hut, all facing one another, seeing who will back down first. “Men.” the Olo’eyktan speaks, breaking the tension. Their heads snap towards Jake, acknowledging his presence by signing ‘I see you’. “What’s going on here?” Jake asks, hands resting on his hips.

“Someone has left their mate in heat, sir.” one of the men responds.

Jake’s heart skips a beat. If this is his son’s tent, then surely the na’vi in heat is...you.

Seeing these three men linger around you triggers his possessive instincts, or perhaps it was your pheromones wafting past his nose. Either way, he didn’t like the crowd around your tent. “Erm.” he clears his throat, “I will take it from here.” he mutters. The men hesitate to leave, all looking at one another like a new challenger has arrived. “Dismissed!” Jake shouts, startling the men.

“Yes, sir.” they say in unison, bowing their heads and retreating.

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“Y/n?” Jake’s faint voice is muffled by your lengthy mewls and squelching noises you’re working out of your cunt. “Ah, shit.” he curses, hand flying up to cover his nose. “Y/n.” he calls out once more, approaching your trembling body with caution. “You in heat, sweetheart?”

“L-lo’ak? Is that y-you?” you pant, seeing a blurry tall figure approach you – eyelids too heavy to open fully. “I-I can’t take this anymore. I can’t – I can’t do it. ‘ts too much. too much. too much.” your teeth chatter as the words dislodge from your dry throat. “P-please. I-I... hah... ah - need help. Please. Please. Please.”, you desperately hump your slick coated hand. “Ngh - need... ugh – need w-water, lo’, please.”

Jake clicks his tongue at the sight of you squirming around with your loincloth halfway down your legs, trying to bring relief to yourself. “How long have you been like this, baby girl? Where is that boy? Hm?” he coos, fetching a cup of water.

He kneels beside you, feeling your sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. “You’re burnin’ up, look at ya. That boy leaving you in heat alone.” he mutters, shaking his head in disappointment. “C’mere, drink for me.” he hoists you into his lap, your fingers still hooked inside you as you nuzzle into him.

He perches your head in the dip of his arm and brings the cup to your chapped lips, watching you eagerly lap up the water. It feels so good, so refreshing – like putting ice on a burn. “M-more Lo’ak.” you mumble, clawing at the wrist holding the cup to your mouth, trying to tip more out of it.

“It’s not Lo’ak, baby girl. It’s Jake.” Jake speaks gently, pulling his hand from your grasp to get more water for you.

Jake? The – the Olo’eyktan? Oh Eywa.

“Here.” he tilts the cup to your lips once more, watching you quench your undying thirst. “Atta girl, y’must be hungry too.” he puts down the cup, “What do you need, hm?” he coos, swiping away the stands of hair stuck to your face.

“N-need. Need.” you blubber, hips spasming uncontrollably against your hand. “I-I need, m-my mate. Need. Ne – ngh! S-sir, ‘m so – oh! s-sorry.”

“It’s alright. You’re okay. ‘m gonna call for him now.” He presses the microphone on his throat comm, paging for his son.

“Boy. You really left your mate in heat? Get your ass here. Now.” He whispers harshly, lips curling over his teeth.

“She’s – what? Shit. Yes sir. Coming now.” Lo’ak responds.

Jake huffs out a sigh, eyes drawn to your sticky hand working at your pussy. He watches you struggle a little, fingers barely halfway inside you, covered in a glossy layer of slick. He could tell that the cloth binding your legs together is only making it more difficult for you to fuck yourself. Call it pity, or just plain corruption, but he wanted to help you so, so badly.

“Just gonna help you take this off, alright?” he hums, fiddling with the taut knot on your loincloth. Once the knot becomes undone, your legs snap open, aphrodisiac scent filling the tent. He couldn’t help himself, he had to look – to look at the soft flesh between your legs. It’s obvious his body is succumbing to the influence of your heat, warming up alongside you as you plunge your fingers deeper into yourself.

Meanwhile, you can’t help but whine and whimper, squirming around in his lap as you try to find a better position to hump at your hand. The frustration in your chest has budded into something else completely, something that’s making you feel feverish in your head. All you could think about was your desire, no– your need to be stuffed. You just needed to scratch that maddening itch, to put out that menacing flame.

Your fingers feel so raw and rubbed out, yet so numb at the same time. But you simply couldn’t bring yourself to take them out of you, to allow for the empty sensation to creep back in. Blood now simmering under your skin, you needed him to help you. Your free hand reaches out for his wrist, using it as leverage to place his hand onto your clammy chest. It snaps his gaze up to yours, searching your delirious, watery eyes.

“Hey, hey. No need to cry, alright? Try use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what ya need and I’ll get it for you.” he coos, face screwed with concern.

“Need – need help. Need help.” you repeat franticly, tugging his stiff hand down to your stomach. “’s not enough!” you blurt out, frustrated that he’s resisting your tugs.

“y’not yourself, y/n.” he even struggles to say the words, brows gathering to wrinkle his forehead. “’m not your mate, sweetheart.”

“Please.” you let out a pained whine, ignoring his warning as you tug even harder at his hand. “It – it hurts, sir.”  

He grimaces at your vulnerable, carnal state. Blood rushes to his face, flushing his cheeks the more your pheromones smother him. He tries to hold his breath – his poor attempt to maintain his composure, but your scent is too potent now that you’re in the thick of your heat. Unable to deny his own arousal, evident in the tautness of his loincloth, he finds himself giving in, taking long, deep breathes to savour your sweet, sweet scent.

“God. You smell so fuckin’ good.” Succumbing to the influence of your heat, he yields to your little tugs, allowing his hand to slowly slide down to your stomach.

“Sir. Sir, please. I-I can’t take it... anymore” you hiccup, fingernails digging into his skin. “I-I need... ngh... haah.” you struggle with your words, allowing for your tugs to speak on your behalf.

“Say it.” he growls, slipping his hand down your sticky pelvis, grasping your slender wrist. “Say it so I can help you, baby girl.” the eager words slip out just as his eyes meet yours, insisting you give your spoken consent first.

“I-I need them inside, sir... right here, please” you pant, spreading your trembling legs for him.

“Right here?” he utters innocently, gently pulling your fingers out of your cunt, exposing your slit.  

“Yes! Yes sir! H-hurry, please. ‘m so, so empty. It – it hurts.” you whine loudly, hips bucking on their own.

“Shh. Shh. ‘m gonna help you now.” he hushes you, sliding his palm over your pussy. “But we keep this our little secret, yeah?”

“Y-yes sir!” you sob, rolling your hips against his hand, coating it with a thick layer of your slick.

“Call me Jake.” he breathes, sliding two fingers inside of you. “Shit. So tight. So wet. Jesus, you’re soaked. You’re really in heat, aren’t you?” he fingers you roughly, furling and unfurling his digits into your sweet spot, expertly working out sloppy, squelching noises from your cunt.

“Oh fuck – Jake!” a loud, needy moan splits your lips. Fuck, did it feel so good. You’ve been unintentionally edging yourself this entire time, unable to reach this part of yourself with your own fingers. Not to mention the fact that Jake’s fingers are much, much thicker, and lengthier than yours. You couldn’t hold back the lewd noises evading your mouth.

“Yeah, right there? Look at you, making a mess on my fingers.” he chuckles, forearm becoming veiny from how roughly he’s fingering you. Your hips rolled against his hand, rubbing your clit against his callused palm as you chased your fast approaching climax. You yearned for it so badly that you allowed your body to take over for you, fucking his fingers as if it were his Lo’ak’s cock.

Oh, Lo’ak.

“i-is Lo’ak coming?” you barely get out, feeling your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Yeah, he’s coming, but I think you are too.” Jake smirks, feeling your heat spasm around his digits. “Go on, cum f’me.” Just like that, your sweet nectar coats his fingers, body convulsing uncontrollably in his lap as you release silent screams into the air. “Juust like that, good girl.” he hums, quickly pulling his fingers out of you to have his taste of you. “Jesus, you taste just how you smell.”

All you can feel is the ache of your womb, craving to be filled to the brim – the throb of your clit, begging to be stroked. Thick of your heat clouding your head, the emptiness creeps back in tenfold. Still having no control over your own body, you find yourself mounting Jake. Everything feels like a blur, hazy vision and dizziness take over, and before you know it you’ve knocked him onto his back.

“’m s-sorry” you hiccup, hips situating themselves on his stomach.

“Don’t be sorry. Do whatever you need, baby girl.” he reassures you, watching as your hands settle on his chest, supporting your heavy body as you grind into him.

At every rock, you coat his abs with your slick, and soon you were gliding back and forth on his stomach with ease. Each bump from his abs was hitting your clit just right, making you press yourself further onto him, pulsing clit desperate for the friction. “Want some help, sweetheart?” he asks, voice feigned with innocence.

You nod in a frantic manner, brows pinched as you hold your breath. He slides his hand up to grip your thigh, thumb lightly drawing tight circles into your clit. The little shocks shooting through your clit wind you, leaving you breathless. Your eyes slam shut, as you focus on the feeling budding in your womb once more and fuck, you just couldn’t stop the buck of your hips. Tiny, sweet mewls evade your lips as you grind into him once more. “Breathe f’me, y/n.”

Hearing the Olo’eyktan say your name in that way brings you back momentarily, eyes snapping open as a breath of air fills your lungs. “There you go. Don’t want you passin’ out on me.” he chuckles breathily, pressing his thumb into your clit a little harder. Jake’s eyes widen as he watches you leak all over him, slick dripping down the sides of his stomach. “Fuck. Gonna have to rehydrate you if you keep making a mess on me like that, sweet girl.”

“’m sorry, s-sir, mmn Jake.” you moan breathlessly, so, so close to cumming all over his stomach.

Jake hears a buzz of static in his right ear. “Dad? How is she? I’ll be there when the sun comes out.” Lo’ak chimes in through Jake’s earpiece.

“Need you to be quiet f’me, alright sweetheart?” he coos, edging you by slowing the pace of his strokes, only making you rock into him harder.

“She’s doing so well.” he praises you, voice bouncing with every thrust of your hips.

“Okay, dad. T-tell her I love her and that I’m sorry.” Lo’ak’s voice cracks.

“Alright, son. I will.” Jake utters under the trance of your heat, removing his hand from the microphone to place it on your other hip.

“Look at you, squirming around tryna make yourself cum. Want my help?” he asks, already manhandling your hips to yank you up to sit on his face. You look down through blurry vision as he situates his face between your thighs. His warm tongue feels so good that you can’t help but wiggle your hips down onto him, grinding into him. He takes every hump with fervour, lapping up whatever sweet nectar leaks into his mouth.

“S-top.” your breath hitches, word slipping out broken and hoarse. “m’gonna cum in your mm-mouth.” Jake squeezes your hips tighter and shoves your cunt further into his face, silently encouraging you to just do it already.

So, you do.

“Jake.” a little whimper parts your lips, “J-jake. ‘s c-coming.” your breath hitches, “Jake!” you cry out, feeling your walls clench around nothingness as the coil in your abdomen suddenly snaps in two. A pleased hum vibrates low in his chest as he follows each thrust of your hips, letting you ride out your orgasm on his face. Slumping over, you hold on to his hair, thighs closing around his face.

He couldn’t take it anymore. His cock throbbed so painfully in his loincloth he really felt like he was about to cum just from hearing you cry his name. The taut material was slick from his own arousal as precum oozed from his tip. He begins to thrust into the air, each squeeze of his hips rubbed his cock just right against his loincloth. He grunts into your cunt, hands sliding their way up your hips to your waist, using it as leverage to pull you off his face with a -pwah-. He gasps for air as he lies you flat on your back, positioning his covered crotch right at the swell of your ass.

All this rubbing just wasn’t enough, you needed something inside you – something to stuff you until you feel queasily full. But all you can think about is your Lo’ak. How you want his cock. How you wish the hardened bulge pressing firmly against your pussy lips was his, and not his fathers. But, oh fuck did his fathers cock feel so good, nestling itself between your plump folds. You just wanted him to fuck into you, right now. Your body wanted it more – it was evident in the way that your hips spasmed against him, trying their best to burrow this clothed bulge inside you.

“Whatcha doing, sweetheart? Tryna fuck me through my loincloth?” he chuckles, pushing back your legs until your knees brush against your flushed cheeks – exposing your glistening, soft pussy. “God. So fuckin’ pretty.” he swipes all four fingertips from your hole up to your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves just right. “Hah. ‘m kinda jealous.” he admits, your heat heightening his territorial instincts.

Oddly, your body only seems to be growing hotter. It feels as if your skin is sizzling under his cool, sensual touches, making the tears stream down your face at a faster rate, “’s not enough... not enough... really – ugh! pleasee” you beg through a whine, not even knowing what for.

Jake knows. He knows exactly what you want – what you need. But he needs you to say the words first – to give him your permission to sink his cock inside you. And until you said those words, he’d continue to restrain himself from doing anything you didn’t outwardly beg for. He wraps your legs around his hips before wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

“Oh, sweetheart. No need for those. Tell daddy what you need. C’mon, use your words.” he huffs, his own hips moving on their own accord – grinding into the softness of your pussy.

“Need you.” you pant, tugging at the band of his loincloth.

“Need me where, baby girl?”

“Inside! Need y-you inside me!” you blurt out, frustration so thick in your chest.

He didn’t even have the willpower to respond to you, as he finds himself franticly slipping down his loincloth just enough for his painfully hard cock to spring out, his tip swiping between your pussy lips before slapping against his belly. Holding the base of his length, he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Our little secret, right?”

“Yes” you pant, pelvis shifting to desperately sink down onto his length.

“Oh, fuck. So fuckin’ tight.” he groans lowly, head slumping forward the second his tip kisses your cervix. The more your walls clench around him, the more his restraint dissipates. His hips begin to move on their own, sticky pelvises languidly smacking into one another. Eyes glancing up to yours, he notices the sheer desperation in your eyes and quickly picks up the pace – fucking into you like an animal.

Your filthy moans catch in your throat, mouth agape as your brows gather. He’s so big, bigger than Lo’ak, touching parts of you that have never been touched before. It’s what you’ve been wanting, no – needing, to be stuffed like this, filled to the brim that you could feel it in your stomach. He angles his hips, jamming his swollen tip right into your swelling g-spot. It heavenly – so blissful that you could already feel that coil in your abdomen twist so tightly it’ll snap in two once more.

He can feel it too, the tightening of his core – the swift approach of his own climax. He ruts into you faster, focus shifting from your pleasure to his. He’s so overcome by the influence of your heat that the only thing echoing in his mind is to breed you. He just wants to flood your insides with his hot seed so badly, to mark you as his. It’s silly really, he had Neytiri in his tent waiting for his arrival, yet here he was thinking about knocking up his son’s mate.

“Want me to cum inside you? Get you pregnant, my little secret?”  he pants heavily, thrusts becoming shorter yet deeper, and soon he’s grinding into your cunt, rubbing his pelvic bone against your clit.

“N-no, no. Don’t.” you mumble, yet your hips push back into his thrusts, trying to drill his cock into your womb so he could empty himself inside you.

“But your body is tellin’ me otherwise, baby girl.” he chuckles breathily, feeling your walls heat up around his cock. “You better cum before I do.” he huffs, giving your clit a single swipe – sending you over the edge. You gush all over his stomach, walls pulsating feverishly around his cock, doing their best to milk his seed into your womb as your body shudders underneath him.

You shake your head from side to side, haziness of your heat finally lifting from feeling so full. “Don’t c-cum in me, sir. Please” you hiccup, consciousness slipping away as he grinds into you.

“Jesus, fuck. You’re squeezin’ me just right. Gonna breed this little fucking pussy of yours. Make you mine.” he gives you a deep thrust, before barely pulling out of you in time to spill his warm seed all over your stomach. He rides out the last lap of his high in his hand as guttural, lengthy groans evade his lips. His head snaps up to see the sun’s rays shine through the cracks of the tent – Lo’ak would be here any minute.

He quickly fixes his loincloth before tying yours back around you. Going for a bucket of clean water and a cloth, he starts cleaning off your stomach. He tries to keep a straight face, pretending to cool you off with the cloth as he hears rustling behind him – the flap of the tent opening. He tries not the budge when he hears his son’s voice pierce the air.

“Thank you... for taking care of her, dad.” Lo’ak’s hushes his voice, realizing that you’re sleeping.  

“It was no problem at all, she was a good girl. Handled it very well.” Jake mutters, plopping the cloth back into the water as he stands up. “I’ll leave ya to it, son.” he pats Lo’ak’s shoulder as he walks past him.  

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[myussytastelikeapple]

꧁Roommates꧂

Paring: college!Clapton!davis x college!Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: P in v sex, porn with no plot, needy reader, cream pie, kind of a sub!Clapton but he’s kind of a switch, no protection, cockwarming,slowburn, and fluffy!

A/N: Hi guys im still trying to catch up on your guys request I’m so sorry I’m also kind of sick sooooo yea! But enjoy!

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

You and Clapton have been roommates for a couple of months. He seems weird these past couple of days as he continues to lock himself in his room. One day, you lose your bonet, so you knock on Clapton door to ask him if he’s seen it. You hear slight moans and whimpers as his bed creaks. He responds to you in a shaky voice saying, “give me a second”. He quickly starts hiding the photo he had of you and opens the door. He’s been fantasizing about you but you had no idea. He was still hard as you spoke to him

“Have you seen my bonet?”

Swallowing thickly, trying to regain his composure, Clapton looks at you with wide eyes, clearly caught off guard “Oh, um, sure. Let me check my room”. He steps aside, allowing you to enter his room.

As your eyes wander around the room, they catch sight of a few suggestive photos on the bedside table. You can feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you as you pick up the bonet, which was hiding in plain sight on the table.

“O-ok that’s all I needed thank you I grin”

Gulping nervously, Clapton nods and closes the door behind you. He locks his door behind you, trying to hide his embarrassment as he collapses onto his bed, still breathing heavily.

You knock back on his door “are you ok I hear you breathing really heavy”

He gets up unlocking the door, afterwards sitting back on his bed Clearing his throat, Clapton shakes his head slightly, trying to regain his composure. He turns around on the bed so that he's facing away from the door Yeah, I'm fine. Just... surprised, I guess “what from?”

From... uh, never mind." He sighs heavily, trying to distract himself from the intense feelings he's been experiencing. "You know what, forget about it. Let's just forget this ever happened." You move to go sit next to him “Tell me” you say rubbing his back to calm him down

Taking a deep breath, Clapton lets out a long sigh before turning to face you "Look, I can't just hide how I feel from you forever. I thought maybe..." He trails off, unable to finish his sentence.* “ Maybe what?..”

His cheeks flush slightly as he glances down at the floor, then back up at you “Maybe... maybe we could try something different tonight? You know, like awakening those senses you mentioned earlier?” “Of course”

Clapton hesitates for a moment before shrugging lightly Well, if that's what you want... *He crawls over to you, his heart racing in anticipation of what might happen next. You stare at him looking down at his soft looking lips then looking back up at him

His eyes meet yours, filled with an unexpected mix of nervousness and desire Well, when you put it like that... He leans in closer, his warm breath ghosting across your skin as he trails his fingers lightly down your arm. “kiss me already” you say airily

Feeling emboldened by your words, Clapton's lips find yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out to explore your mouth, tasting you deeply. His other hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer as he moans softly into the kiss.

Then you climb over him straddling him

Clapton 's heart races, The warmth of your skin against his sends shivers down his spine. He deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling in a flurry of desire “I want you so bad” you say Feeling the heat between them escalating, Clapton groans against your lips. His free hand slips beneath your shirt, tracing patterns on your back as he presses his hips against yours in a silent plea for more. “Then take what you want...”

Your hands find the hem of his shirt pulling it off His chest heaves with anticipation as he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust. “Now it's your turn...”

You swiftly take off you shirt also with unclipping your bra, Breathing rapidly, Clapton watches as you remove your shirt, revealing your bare breasts. He cups one in his hand, massaging it gently as his free hand finds its way under your pants. “So fucking beautiful...” he mumbles

“Fuck Clapton I need more” you say Clapton growls against your skin, kissing and nipping his way down your neck as one hand continues to massage your breast, the other tracing teasing patterns on your stomach. More? He asks, his hands moving lower. I’ll give you more...*

“please..” With a groan, Clapton tears his lips from your skin and looks deep into your eyes. His fingers trace the line of your panties as he whispers. Please what, love? Please take off your panties, let me show you just how much I need you... Slowly, you remove every piece of your clothes off

Clapton gasps, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head at the sight of you completely naked. He kicks off his shoes and shoves his pants and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his hard cock standing tall against his stomach “Fuck your so big baby..” you say

A groan escapes him as you reach out to touch him, your fingers wrapping around his shaft. His eyes roll back further, lost in the sensation. You're... you're killing me, baby... He pants, his hips bucking up into your touch.

Feeling your touch, Clapton gasps, his head rolling back. Fuck... fuck, I'm so close... give it to me, baby... He groans, his cock twitching in your hand. You then get down to your knees

You take a deep breath before taking him all in your mouth, Clapton's eyes fly open, shock and pleasure mixing in his expression. He gasps, hands finding your hair, gripping tightly. Oh fuck, baby... that's... so good... He thrusts his hips forward, pushing deeper into your mouth

Feeling the edge approaching, Clapton grunts, his body tensing. “Fuck I’m fill my baby's mouth with my cum” With a loud groan, he releases, shooting his hot seed into your mouth, his cock throbbing in your throat. Slowly, Josh pulls out of your mouth, his eyes still glazed, his cock still hard

“Oh fuck, that's incredible..." He pants, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with lust. “You're amazing, baby. Thank you...” he says “you welcome baby but I need your cock inside of me” you say “Cmere babydoll” you get straddling him again, He positions himself at your entrance and pushes in, groaning as he sinks inside of you. Clapton gasps, his hips starting to move, fucking into you with hard, demanding strokes. “Fuck... you fucking feel so good... I can't get enough of this”

“Faster I need it f-faster” His movements quicken, his cock thrusting faster and deeper into you, his hips slapping against your ass cheeks. “I'm gonna cum again, baby... are you ready for my seed?” He asks “Yes b-breed me!” Clapton's movements become even more rapid, his cock plunging into you with powerful strokes. He moans loudly, his hips bucking as he releases his second climax into you, filling you up with his hot seed. “Oh fuck, baby” he says, Feeling your body collapse onto his, Clapton groans, his cock twitching inside of you as he tries to catch his breath. His arms wrap around you, holding you close. Shit, that was intense... You're incredible, baby. “Can we go to sleep like this?” You ask

Clapton chuckles softly, his cheek pressing against your hair. His cock begins to soften inside of you. “Sure, we can sleep like this. Cuddle up to me and let's get some rest, okay? “Mhm” you say tiredly you both go to sleep together peacefully

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

[swissforextrading]

What Switzerland can learn from Silicon Valley and Hippies

In his 50 years in the USA, St. Gallen psychologist and consultant Herman Gyr has never lost faith in human ingenuity, the ability to learn and adapt to even the most adverse circumstances. This is despite the fact that climate change is his biggest concern. In this exclusive interview with SWI swissinfo.ch, Gyr shared his insight into what he thinks are the key influences that drive innovation in Silicon Valley. Search for 'The Swiss Connection' wherever you get your podcast! https://www.buzzsprout.com/910414/15416297 #siliconvalley #climatechange #switzeland #podcast --- swissinfo.ch is the international branch of the Swiss Broadcasting Corporation (SBC). Its role is to report on Switzerland and to provide a Swiss perspective on international events. For more articles, interviews and videos visit swissinfo.ch or subscribe to our YouTube channel: Website: http://www.swissinfo.ch Channel: http://www.youtube.com/swissinfovideos Subscribe: http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=swissinfovideos https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zjvGb0L6oRE (Source of the original content)

[blackladisdestrcz]

This MASSIVE 12TB Plug & Play Game Drive Has TONS of AAA Games + PS2 Swi...

No, není to tak trochu paradoxní? Nintedo,Sega a ESA vymaže X her z Vimm (nebo ho spíše donutí k pořádné čistce), včetně starších dílů NFS které už nikde digitálně neseženete, které už nejsou k prodeji a zatím tady z Číny si můžete takhle koupit harddisk plný her, které jsou pořád v distribuci. A nato si tyhle firmy už netroufnou protože vědí že tam už nedosáhnou do té Číny Na tohle by se měli čeští piráti zaměřit. A vlastně všechny pirátské evropské  strany. 

Nemyslím zrovna na to že si můžete objednat z Číny harddisk plný nových her, ale aby na ten abondoware. Aby byl abondoware plně chráněn. Když už se rozhodne ta firma zcela opustit to co vytvořila, nadále to nehodlá podporovat nebo se to dostane do šedé zóny, aby to nemohla jednoduše tu hru vymazat z existence. Protože si osobně si myslím že když ta firma na tu hru sere, tak nemá žádné morální právo to jakkoliv znepřístupňovat. Buď to uvede do stavu kdy to může znovu nabídnout k prodeji neb má smolíka a nemůže se divit že si lidi k tomu budou hledat jiné cesty. Víte, že třeba Universal si může držet práva na filmovou licenci Doom, ale prostě s tím musí jednou za čas něco udělat? Proto vznikl před pár lety ten další filmový Doom, jenom kvůli tomuhle. Proč tohle by nemusela platit i u těch her? Prostě s tou sérií by ta firma musela jednou za čas něco provést/udělat. Nebo třeba i s tou jednou hrou v sérii. Pokud ne, tak by to automaticky spadlo do public domain. Stejně je to u toho abondoware dneska prakitcky takhle.

Well, isn't that kind of paradoxical? Nintedo,Sega and ESA will delete X games from Vimm (or rather force it to do a proper purge), including older NFS episodes you can't get anywhere digitally that are no longer for sale and yet here from China you can buy a hard drive full of games that are still in distribution like this. And then these companies don't dare anymore because they know they can't get to that China

That's what the Czech pirates should focus on. And in fact all the European pirate parties. I don't mean that you can order a hard drive full of new games from China, but that you can order abondoware. So that the abondoware is fully protected. If that company decides to completely abandon what they created, they're no longer going to support it or it goes into a grey area so they can't simply wipe that game out of existence. Because I personally think that if the company doesn't give a shit about the game, they have no moral right to make it unavailable in any way. Either it puts it in a state where it can offer it for sale again or it's out of luck and can't be surprised that people will find other ways to get it. You do know that, for example, Universal can keep the rights to the Doom film license, but they just have to do something about it once in a while? That's why that other Doom movie was made a few years ago, just for that. Why wouldn't this have to apply to those games as well? The company would just have to do/do something with the franchise once in a while. Or maybe even with that one game in the franchise. If not, it would automatically fall into the public domain. That's practically how it is with abondoware today anyway.

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[aliceinhabsland]

10-0 final

😬

I expect Finland will make this squad finally sweat a little.

[cobblepottery]

Pokemon?

Mollie forgive me I’m not actually super knowledgable about Pokemon but I’ll try my best because I do love those little guys

the first mon i ever fell in love with:

I had a Charmander stuffed animal as a very small child, that counts right? I used to suck on its little flame tail. It got all matted and disgusting.

a mon that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Squirtle was my starter for the first game (which I never beat because I played it on my friend’s Gameboy). I don’t really hold a lot of nostalgia for ol’ Squirtle even though I still think it’s the best of the OG starters

a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

can’t believe I actually have an answer for this. so I watched Pokemon 4ever. (you may know where this is going.) and I was lowkey shipping Ash and Sam. until the end of the movie where it is revealed that Sam was young Professor Oak the whole time. screams of horror

my ultimate favorite mon™:

SWINUB. THINKING ABOUT SWI. THINKING ABOUT NUB. THINKING ABOUT SWINUB.

prettiest mon:

Snivy is my overall favorite starter and I think all its evolutions are gorgeous also

my most hated mon:

Watchog

my OTP:

Jessie and James obviously. Is there any other answer

my NOTP:

Ash’s Mom/Mr. Mime

favorite episode:

I haven’t watched many episodes of the anime so I’m going to reminisce about that scene in Black and White where you and N go on the most ominous ferris wheel date ever

saddest death:

IN POKEMON??? jk i’m assuming it’s that scene where Ash gets petrified to stop the pokemon from fighting each other. i don’t remember what happens

favorite season generation:

Generation V

least favorite season generation:

Generation... II? I feel like it has a lot of stinkers

character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

I think Dragonite is a piece of shit and a complete letdown from the vastly superior Dratini/Dragonair lineage

my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

everyone always is so mean about the ‘item’ pokemon like Klefki and Litwick but I love every single item pokemon go away i don’t care if its uncreative character design

my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Swinub again because I think it deserves better than to evolve into Piloswine and Mamoswine both of which are ugly

my ‘this mon is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship:

all mon are good mon.

my ‘they’re kind of cute, but i’m not too invested’ mon:

Okay so for this post I was looking at a list of pokemon I’d written up a while ago that I know I kinda like and one of the items was Metanite->Mettaton (where Metanite evolves into Mettaton). When I google these I do not get Pokemon. I’m 100% sure that I was referring to real Pokemon when I wrote this but for the life of me I don’t remember what. Pretty sure they’re Steel-type. Can you help me out here

[hungline]

upon the seashore, where the sea calls me home

pairing: jihope  genre: fluff, angst, mermaid au, rated pg13  warnings: amnesia, transformation  words: 1845 

summary: When Jimin returns back home for the summer, he finds that he left behind more than he thought he did.

⇢ day one of jihope week 2018 

It’s the first day of summer and Jimin aches to visit the beach.

He’s back from his first year of college, the fresh air of Busan welcoming him home with open arms as if he never even left.

Seoul is so much different. There’s always noise, people always on the go, and school is hard. As smart as Jimin is, as talented as he is, school took a lot out of him. He’s grateful he didn’t have to take summer classes because he gets to come back home.

He’s missed the beach. Seoul had been too dry for his tastes and now that he’s back where he belongs, he wants to dive right into the ocean and swim in it for a few hours. The saltwater would slap him awake from the daze school put him in, he’s sure of that, but instead, he finds himself at his father’s store, stocking inventory in the backroom.

His younger brother is at the cash register, ringing up customers while Jimin’s back here. Soon he’ll have to go out and restock shelves, but it’s cool and damp back here. The store is kept a few degrees cooler than the temperature outside, but Jimin’s still sweating buckets. He feels a little gross and his brother’s teasing doesn’t help.

At least Jimin doesn’t have to stay here as long as his brother does. Jimin gets off in the afternoon while his brother gets off in the night, only their father and uncle left to close up the store. Jimin looks at the clock and realizes he only has two hours left and throws himself into his work, not wanting his father to think he’s slacking off and keep him here longer than Jimin wants to stay.

It’s not that Jimin’s lazy or that he hates to work. He just really wants to see the ocean. He wants to watch the waves for awhile and listen to them crash against the shore. He wants sand underneath his feet and the waves lapping at his toes. Jimin wants to chuck off his shirt and shorts then throw himself into the cold saltwater.

Ever since Jimin was young, he’s had an unexplainable connection to the ocean. His grandmother used to tell him about mermaids stuck in human bodies, their memories erased and bodies rebooted so that they would never even know they were actually mermaids. She told him of sirens, of their voices and the insanity they struck within men. She told him of heartmates too, how mermaids are given shell necklaces at birth that are meant to represent their souls. When two mermaids meet and their necklaces fit together evenly, then they are pronounced heartmates and wed within the week. She’d given him a shell necklace not too long after that and always smiled whenever he asked her if he happened to have a heartmate like the mermaids as well.

Jimin’s grandmother isn’t with him anymore, but all her stories have stayed with him for a long time now. It’d be difficult for him to somehow forget anything she said. He’s always been fascinated with what the sea happens to have in its depths, what kind of life it may be hiding or protecting. He learned how to swim when he was about five and taught his brother when he was old enough, and together they used to haunt the cove on the north side of town, only becoming spooked when they found a cave hidden away from prying eyes.

They’ve never told anyone about the cave, not knowing at all if it’s common knowledge in their town, but they know there’s something strange about it.

Jimin’s never told anyone, but after he and his brother found the cave, something began to follow him.

It was never a threat, has never made Jimin feel unsafe at all, but it’s always lingering in the water. It kept itself out of sight and just barely out of mind. He felt like he was being watched every time he came to the beach, but it never scared him and more than once, Jimin was sure of the fact that he'd seen gold glimmering in the water. Jimin doesn’t know what it may be or if he’s just been imagining it his whole life, but when he left for Seoul, it didn’t follow him. He felt alone without it, too exposed and itchy half the time.

Now that he’s back, he intends to finally find out what it may be. He only hopes that it's still waiting for him after he's been gone for so long.

The sea is singing.

The sun is still shining and the seagulls are loud above him, but the sea demands his attention and so Jimin’s attention is what it gets.

He’d just left the store, running all the way to the cove, glad to see that no one was present. He’d sat down on the sand and waited, kicking his shoes and peeling his socks off while he did.

The sea is still singing, overjoyed by his return, but it isn’t the reason he looks up from the sand he was playing with.

There’s a man in the water, hair as bright as coral. He floats where Jimin knows the water could very easily drown him if he didn’t know how to swim.

Jimin’s never seen him before, but he feels familiar. Not knowing him should be strange because Jimin knows almost everyone in town, but he could be new so he gives him the benefit of the doubt. There’s something about the man that makes Jimin want to swim out to meet him though, something he can’t quite put his finger on just yet. It’s important though, whatever it is.

He plays with his shell necklace as he watches the man, only a little startled to find that the man is already watching him. Maybe it should feel weird or creepy, but this feels familiar. It feels like Jimin should know who this man is.

They continue to stare at one another, waves moving of their own accord as the man continues to stay where he’s at. His hair shines in the sunlight, skin a warm honey bronze that Jimin thinks is beautiful. He doesn’t say anything though and the silence is beginning to feel weird to Jimin.

“Hello,” Jimin says, the first one to speak up as he smiles politely at the man. “My name’s Jimin.”

The man doesn’t say anything. He mouths Jimin’s name, brow furrowed, but says nothing. Jimin’s just decided that he’ll try again when the man dives into the water and disappears from sight. Jimin gets up onto his knees, concerned over how long the man can hold his breath and where exactly he expects to go when he’s completely surrounded by water.

Jimin stands and takes a step towards the ocean, almost falling back when the man pops up again, much closer now. Jimin has a better view of his face and his breath catches in his throat as he stares at the man, mesmerized by his beauty. His fingertips tingle, toes curling in the sand as the man swims closer, only pausing when Jimin gasps.

His mouth is heart-shaped, hair curling around his thin eyebrows. His cheeks are the slightest bit round and soft-looking, a curve to them that makes Jimin want to touch his face. The man’s eyes are the only indicator that he isn’t human though, pupils similar to those of a cat, and Jimin almost can’t believe how right his grandmother might have been now that he has something of the supernatural right in front of him.

The man swims closer until the water should be at his waist, but all Jimin can see is everything from his shoulders and up. Jimin tilts his head and clears his throat, deciding to ask a question.

“What’s your name?”

The man smiles at him, teeth glittering from the ocean and sunlight alike. “Hoseok.”

His voice is scratchy and rough, as if from misuse, but Jimin can’t be all too sure. All he can really be sure of is that Hoseok is slowly rising out of the water, bit by bit until he stops at his chest. Jimin’s eyes trail down the elegant slope of his neck and across his shoulders and clavicles, only stopping once he reaches his sternum.

There, nestled in the center of his chest, is a shell necklace similar to Jimin’s own. Jimin reaches up and touches his, mouth parted in surprise. He kicks off his shorts and lifts his shirt off over his head, walking slowly into the water until he’s only a few feet away from Hoseok.

Something is glittering from underneath him, catching the light underwater and creating sparks of light that catch Jimin's attention at every turn. He takes his shell necklace off and hands it out to Hoseok, relieved when he takes off his own necklace as well. Hoseok grabs Jimin’s hand, his touch ice-cold but not unpleasant either, and holds their necklaces up for them to see.

Very slowly, he pushes them together, the curled parts of the shells slotting together effortlessly.

Hoseok smiles and rises a bit more out of the water. Jimin looks down at his waist, expecting to find a V-line to drool over but discovers gold scales instead. Suddenly, memories begin flickering through his mind, making his heart twinge with pain as his legs begin to burn.

He and Hoseok as children, chasing seahorses and tiny crabs. Hoseok hugging him and pressing a kiss to his temple, their shell necklaces floating towards each other in the water. Hoseok taking his hand and vowing to love Jimin always in front of their friends. Jimin vowing to love him in return, to always hold him dear to his heart.

And then Hoseok and him fighting. Jimin wanting a break and approaching a sea witch. Jimin getting cursed. Jimin shrinking and having trouble breathing until he blacks out, feeling like his lungs are on fire. Jimin’s grandmother finding him as a human baby upon the shore and taking him home, giving him to his parents, and then keeping his shell necklace for safe-keeping until she gives it back to him, hoping it’ll help him get back home ー get back to Hoseok.

It isn’t until the tip of Hoseok’s tail flicks across Jimin’s new tail that he realizes his grandmother was telling him tales of his people instead of just silly fairy tales as he always thought.

He can’t believe it took him this long to find Hoseok again.

“I’m sorry,” Jimin murmurs, tears stinging his eyes, blinking them away so his view of Hoseok will remain unobstructed.

But Hoseok only smiles and swims closer, putting Jimin’s necklace back over his head. “It’s okay. I missed you.”

Jimin sniffles, his saltwater joining that of the sea. “I missed you too.”

Hoseok cups his face, and presses their foreheads together, cooing to Jimin as he continues to cry, something he didn’t know was missing inside of him sliding into place.

Jimin's home.

[jfastereft]

“AFFIRMATION LAMENTATION!"  a poem  a.k.a.: "Moving On!"  in the series: "Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!"   January 16, 2019 - Wednesday

  You just keep moving, and nobody can say,

Whether (or-not) we-will-make-it - through-another bloody-day!

Oh, I've got me a (good) reason - to keep a-movin' on,

To get up in the morning - to work - and mow the lawn,

SO IT CAN BE SO PRETTY -       for-my-Cuddly-Poo,

My-wifey-I-fee-die-fie-tie-fee-I-a-love-a-YOU!

 A "mack truck" might just get us - or a new, strange, rare disease,

There-are-a-million wonderful-things - that-can "bring us to our knees!"

A-stray-bullet - to - the-3rd-eye - or-a-slip & fall & die;

The World is a "crap shoot," so, who-knows!- Shall we cry,

Because we are so damned afraid, of never making through,

This day which I am in (pause) which I am in with you?

Or - shall I cry for joy, at each nuance in your face?

When I look into you eyes, I see a lot of grace!

 And when I look-a-up-your-nose, I love the snot that lies,

And- that-sometimes - can dribble out - a-dribble on your thighs!

When I look inside your mouth, I see all sorts of things:

Cabbages! and-chocolate-bars - and bits of cheese it brings,

And, when I look inside your ear, the ear wax is so fine -

I lick it out with a Q-tip - and claim it all as mine!

 You never know how many days - I have-left in your arms;

May I-have FOREVER? to-experience-your-charms?

OMG!  What's this?  It's oozing?  A-squishy-squish-swish-swish:

I think it needs some filling!  from-the-Cosmic   Deep-Pie-Dish!

So, keep on moving-keep-on-grooving-swi-ggl-ing-those-hips,

And I will try for 20 MORE - (1) crunches!-or (2) some dips!*

 fin  <3

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbU-0wAiXAM&start_radio=1&list=RDxbU-0wAiXAM

 * - (1): flexing abdominal muscles!  (2) up and down exercises: sometimes to "hit" the tricep muscles - sometimes to "hit" you "g-spot!"  Sometimes both!   :)

[sunsetsgod]

i was tagged

so my lovely love @simon--speaks tagged me in four tag games so instead of posting a bunch of different ones im gonna make an read more. im also probably not gonna tag anyone at the end bc i dont really know who to tag so yeah. if you want to lift parts of it go ahead lmao (provided you decide you want to see it at all shdjd)

one: 15 questions

Are you named after someone?

nope

When was the last time you cried?

uh maybe a little yesterday

Do you have kids?

nahh

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

not a whole lot but enough

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

hair/shoes

Eye colour?

green or blue or grey or something

Scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending, not a big fan of scary movies unless im watching them with someone else

Any special talents?

i can play the gayest piano piece known to man & identify the era of a musical piece by hearing it? also i can make beaded things lmao

Where were you born?

oregon, usa

What are your hobbies?

mUSIC (specifically piano/theory/guitar/band)

Do you have any pets?

one dog, name juni

How tall are you?

5′4.75″

What sports do you play/have you played?

swi mm in g? marching band 

Favourite subject?

??? english? spanish? band?????

Dream job?

either musician or mechanic

two: url in song titles (oh boy)

t - take me dancing - the maine / h - hard feelings/loveless - lorde / e - ella - alvaro soler (this is my spanish music rec) / r - rainbow connection - sleeping at last (cover) / o - outer space / carry on - 5 seconds of summer / s - sommeil - stromae (french music rec) / e - entertainment and warmth - ryan o’shaughnessy / s - SUBURBIA - troye sivan / h - hurricane (johnnie’s theme) - lord huron / a - angel of small death and the codeine scene - seafret (cover)     / v - virgin guitar - john craigie / e - english rose - ed sheeran / t - twilight - breathe owl breathe / h - holocene - bon iver / o - one of these days - vance joy / r - running - james bay (live from abbey road studios) / n - no control - one direction / s - state lines - novo amor

playlist link (spotify) 

three: bold the statements true for you

appearance

I’m over 5'5 / I wear glasses/contacts / I have blond hair / I wear sweatshirts a lot / I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing / I have one or more piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have gotten plastic surgery / I have had or had braces / I sunburn easily / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / I am pleased with how I look / I prefer Nike to Adidas / I wear a baseball hats backward

hobbies and talents

I play a sport / I can play an instrument / I am artistic / I know more than one language / I have won a trophy in some sort of competition / I can cook or bake without a recipe / I know how to swim / I enjoy writing / I can do origami / I prefer movies to tv shows / I can execute a perfect somersault / I enjoy singing / I could survive in the wild on my own / I have read a new book series this year / I enjoy spending time with friends / I travel during school or work breaks / I can do a handstand

relationships

I am in a relationship / I have been single for over a year / I have a crush / I have a best friend I have known for ten years / my parents are together / I have dated my best friend / I am adopted / my crush has confessed to me / I have a long distance relationship / I am an only child / I give advice to my friends / I have made an online friend / I met up with someone I have met online

aesthetics

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell / I have watched the sunrise / I enjoy rainy days / I have slept under the stars / I meditate outside / the sound of chirping calms me / I enjoy the smell of the beach / i know what snow tastes like / I listen to music to fall asleep / I enjoy thunderstorms / I enjoy cloud watching / I have attended a bonfire / I pay close attention to colors / I find mystery in the ocean / I enjoy hiking on nature paths / autumn is my favorite season

miscellaneous

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle / I am the mom friend / I live by a certain quote / I like the smell of sharpies / I am involved in extracurricular activities / I enjoy Mexican food / I can drive a stick-shift / I believe in true love / I make up scenarios to fall asleep / I sing in the shower / I wish I lived I a video game / I have a canopy above my bed / I am multi-racial / I am a redhead / I own at least three dogs / I am lgbtq+

four: put entire music library on shuffle, what are the first 10 songs?

one: the sound - the 1975

two: sunburn - ed sheeran

three: mutual - shawn mendes

four: through the dark - one direction

five: golden thread ft. matt corby - passenger

six: somebody to love - troye sivan, cover

seven: woodwork - sleeping at last

eight: little boy - vance joy

nine: location - freelance whales

ten: lakehouse - of monsters and men

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REBECCA JOHNSON WITH 0.7 SECONDS LEFT

[garciapimienta]

Oh no

[mayhemproduces]

Nick Gage vs Kenny Omega (Night 8)

And here you had maybe two of the most different professional wrestlers in the history of… well, professional wrestling. Kenny Omega, the best bout machine, everything he does looks nearly flawless… Against Nick Gage. Perhaps the most brutal, destructive, violent Deathmatch wrestler who’s ever existed. There’s even a story about how one time Nick Gage wanted to leave a karaoke bar that him and Necro Butcher were at, just because he didn’t wanna hang out with Kenny Omega. So there’s some history here, if you can call it that. Now, for the first time in either man’s long career, they were set to go one on one.

The bell rung, and immediately Kenny Omega rolled out of the ring, and stood on the outside. Gage went to go after him, but referee Jason Ayers told Gage to stay back as he tried to figure out what was going on with Omega. Omega leaned against the barricade and shook his head. “Nuh uh. I’m not doing this, I’m staying right the hell out here.” Gage tries to go back at him but Ayers continues to keep him back, before turning to Omega and starting to count him out. When Ayers gets to 8 however, Omega quickly slides into the ring, and then right back out of it, breaking the count and forcing it to start over as he leans back against the barricade, at which point Gage has had enough, and rolls out the back side of the ring, and starts going right after Omega! Omega runs around the outside as Gage gives chase, eventually sliding in the ring, but as Gage slides after him, Omega hits the ropes and blasts Gage with a V-Trigger, nearly taking Gage’s head off! Omega lured him into a trap, and it seemed to have worked to perfection! Gage rolled to the outside as Kenny pointed to his own forehead, implying he was much, much smarter than Nick Gage. Kenny then gets back to his feet and measures Gage on the outside, before hitting a picture perfect Tope Con Hilo to the outside, crashing down on Nick Gage! Omega sticks the landing and gets up, taking a bow, mocking some of the audience members that were enthusiastically chanting MDK.

Kenny got back to his feet, and tossed Gage back into the ring, before he began digging around underneath the ring, producing a door and two chairs, all of which he slid into the ring, before he himself slid into the ring, and picked up one of those chairs. He cracked the chair over Gage’s back, causing Gage to crumble back down to the mat, before Kenny opens the chair up and sets it up. Kenny then picks up the other chair, and cracks that chair over Gage’s back as well, before setting that one up too, and finally, picking up the door, and laying it between the the two chairs to form a makeshift table. Kenny stood back up and wiped his hands clean, implying that this one was all but over here, before grabbing Gage by the seat of his shorts, and lifting him up to his feet, trying to get Gage in position for the One Winged Angel, but before Kenny can reach up and grab Gage’s head, Gage slips off Kenny’s shoulders and behind him, before tossing him backwards with a snap dragon suplex! Kenny rolls to his feet as Gage gets up, and tries to charge the King, but Gage picks Kenny up, and drives him through the door with a huge spinebuster! Omega explodes through the door!

Gage drags Kenny’s body over to the corner, and grabs both chairs, throwing them down on top of Omega, before doing the same with both halves of the door Omega had just gone through, burying Kenny underneath it all, before climbing up to the second rope, and leaping off, crushing Kenny underneath the rubble with a Vader Bomb Elbow! Gage tosses some of the plunder off of Omega, before hooking the leg for the cover!

1….2… Kickout!

Omega out at two there! Gage gets back up and drags Omega to his feet, looking for a Chokebreaker, but Kenny manages to block, swatting Nick’s arm away, and catching Nick with a forearm. Nick stumbles for a moment, but answers back with a forearm of his own, sending Omega into the ropes, and as Kenny tries to take another swing at Gage, Gage ducks it, twists Omega around, and plants him with a DDT! Omega is spiked right on his head!

Omega rolls to the corner, as Gage gets back up, and hits the ropes, before taking out Omega with a running boot scrape! Gage picks Omega back up, and tries to get him in position for a Piledriver, but Omega instead sends Gage over with a backdrop! Gage lands flat on his back, and as he gets back to his feet, Omega hits the ropes and blasts Gage with ANOTHER V-Trigger! Gage slumps over, and Omega quickly grabs him, lifting Gage up, and driving him down onto the broken pieces of door with a sit-out Liger Bomb! Omega may have done it, as he keeps Gage’s shoulders down for the cover!

1….2… Kickout!

Nick Gage stays alive! Omega gets back to his knees and huffs in frustration, wondering what it’s gonna take to put Gage down for good in this one. The answer ringing around his mind was the same as always, the One Winged Angel, but knew he’d have to work Gage over some more before he attempted it again. Omega grabs Gage’s wrist and pulls him up to his knees, before blasting Gage with a standing V-Trigger, wearing Gage down further, before Kenny lifted Gage up onto his shoulders, and walked him around the ring.

“You! Can’t! Escape!”

Kenny charges the corner and drives Gage into the mat with a rolling senton, before using the momentum to propel himself up to the second rope, and leap backwards, crushing Gage with a moonsault! Omega covers again!

1….2… Kickout!

Gage keeps this match alive again. Omega pulls himself to his feet, and makes a cutthroat gesture, before picking Gage back up, this time going for another One Winged Angel, but once again, Gage manages to slip out the back, and, showing a surprising amount of technical prowess, traps Kenny’s arm and rolls him forward, trapping him with a Gannosuke Clutch! Shoulders are down!

1….2…3!

“Here is your winner, Nick Gage!”

Omega’s eyes go wide as it looks like he doesn’t quite know what just happened, but Gage caught Kenny and rolled his shoulders to the mat! Gage picks up another Heist victory!

[swissforextrading]

Switzerland and Silicon Valley: EP4 Pamela Munster ‘From cancer doctor to cancer patient and back...

Send us a Text Message. (https://www.buzzsprout.com/twilio/text_messages/910414/open_sms) Pamela Munster, a world-renowned oncologist, has been working in San Francisco for 15 years.  In this episode, she recounts her battle against breast cancer.  You can find more written and video content about this story on SWI swissinfo.ch:  in English (https://www.swissinfo.ch/eng/business/from-cancer-doctor-to-cancer-patient-and-back-again/49160434)   in French (original) (https://www.swissinfo.ch/fre/economie/pamela-munster-la-vie-au-del%c3%a0-de-nos-peurs/49101072)   in German (https://www.swissinfo.ch/ger/wissen-technik/pamela-munster-ein-leben-jenseits-unserer-aengste/49158360)   Journalist: Marc-André Miserez (https://www.swissinfo.ch/eng/author/marc-andre-miserez/)   Host: Jo Fahy (https://www.swissinfo.ch/eng/author/jo-fahy/)   Audio editor/Video: Michele Andina (https://www.swissinfo.ch/eng/author/michele-andina/)   Distribution and Marketing: Xin Zhang (https://www.linkedin.com/in/xin-zhang-70327481/)   SWI swissinfo.ch (https://www.swissinfo.ch/eng/) is a public service media company based in Bern Switzerland. It publishes independent news and information in 10 languages about Switzerland for a global audience. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KiEJp_KrjkI (Source of the original content)

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