#courage^21

[ask-lu-wild]

[skyward-floored]

Febuwhump day 21 - shackled

I’m gonna be honest with ya the shackling is not the focus lol

This one is a little different than the others have been! It’s actually a scrapped idea for the main fic, and is more of an au now because this is not how Cloud and Gloam actually meet. But I kept the little bit of it I wrote around, and decided to repurpose the idea for this.

So it’s basically an au where the Yiga’s plan actually worked in the first place, so instead of all the heroes bouncing around like time-traveling ping-pong balls, they’re all pulled to botw’s time first thing. Which leads to... a lot more stress.

Courage of ages explanation

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Link awoke in a dark room.

He blinked his eyes open, but his view barely changed, dim shadows everywhere he looked. The ground was cold and hard beneath him, and when he reached for his pouch, he found that he didn’t have anything with him except the clothes on his back.

Could this be a dream?

His heart rate picked up a little at the thought, and he sat up, his head spinning as he tried to get his bearings. His forehead felt oddly sticky too, and he raised a hand to touch it, but his arm didn’t go as far as he wanted, a metallic clank accompanying the movement.

His arm was shackled to the wall.

Link swallowed, his stomach churning unpleasantly as he realized this wasn’t a dream. It was too real for that, even among all of the realistic dreams he’d had before. But if it wasn’t... Where was this? Nowhere on Skyloft was this dark, and the Surface... was this the Surface? It must be, there was nowhere else he could be. The ancient cistern maybe? Somewhere in the desert?

Well wait, where had he been before here?

Link searched his memory, but all he could come up with was going to bed for the night, Zelda giving him a slightly worried frown when he’d coughed a bit. He’d reassured her he was fine, and then kissed her...

Zelda...

He tried to take in a deep breath, but his breath rasped in his throat, and he coughed, wincing at the gunk he heard rattling around inside of him. Wonderful. He must be on the Surface; the air down here was too thick, and it was aggravating the cold he’d already had.

He closed his eyes as his head throbbed, and couldn’t help the small groan that escaped him. This wasn’t good. He had no clue what was going on, aside from the fact that he’d been chained up and put in a dark room by someone (something?) and his cold was getting worse. Wonderful.

And then a noise suddenly rang through the cell, a soft growl that made the hair on his neck stand up.

He wasn’t alone.

He squinted through the darkness, and realized one of the nearby shadows wasn’t merely a shadow at all, but rather a creature, intelligent eyes staring at him in silence.

Link startled, but then looked a little closer, trying to figure out what exactly it was. It appeared to be a large, furry animal, snout muzzled and leg chained. It stared at him as he looked at it, exhausted blue eyes trailing across his face and pausing at the blood no doubt staining his forehead.

It whined, and Link stared at it, scooting a bit closer as his head throbbed.

Something told him this animal wasn’t a threat, despite its large size and multiple scary features. Some deep-rooted instinct was urging him to trust it, and so he scooted even closer, both steadily watching each other.

He slowly reached a hand out, and the beast gently bumped its head against his palm.

“You’re trapped too huh buddy?” he rasped, running a careful hand along it’s fur before gently scratching his ears, “looks like it’s just you and me. Wonder what they want with us.”

The beast whined again, and Link rubbed his fur, hoping he’d enjoy being petted in the same way remlits did. It seemed to work, the beast gently butting his hand again, and Link almost smiled to himself.

“Wish I could get that off of you,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “Having something like that around your face can’t be comfortable.”

The beast huffed, and nuzzled his hand as best as he could, almost like he was saying not to feel bad about it. Link chuckled, then broke into coughs, his throat aching as he breathed harshly into his arm.

The animal whined and shuffled closer to him, resting his head on his lap and looking up at him with what seemed like worry.

“I-I’m okay, I’m okay...” Link rasped, trying to breath and not agitate his throat. “The air down here it’s just... a lot.”

The beast in his lap studied him for several moments, then let out a soft huff, pressing his forehead against Link’s arm.

“Thanks buddy,” Link murmured, running his hand through his fur.

The motion soothed them both, and the animal’s thick fur helped warm Link, chasing away the chill that had settled into his bones, and making him sleepy instead. He knew he should probably stay awake, figure out a plan or something, but the beast’s fur was soft and warm, and his eyes drooped against his will.

Link curled up a bit further, the animal settled comfortably against his chest, and the two of them dozed off.

(...)

Link awoke to an angry growl.

He startled, brain even fuzzier then before, and quickly wiped the sleep out of his eyes as he sat up. The beast he’d been curled up with was crouched protectively over him, a low growl escaping its throat.

There was light in the room now, coming from a torch. It was held by a person in a strange red bodysuit, and three more of them were approaching him and the beast, weapons glinting at their sides.

Link sat up and scooted backwards, looking at the soldiers as his heart thudded.

“Who are you?” he croaked, throat unpleasantly sore. “What do you want with us? Did you put me in here?”

The strange soldiers didn’t reply aside from chuckling, and they both suddenly leapt forwards, grabbing the beast and manhandling him towards the door.

He was snarling angrily as his chain was yanked, but the creature couldn’t do anything to the people pulling him away, only struggle madly as he was dragged. Link strained at the chain his wrist was in, but it didn’t stretch nearly long enough to stop the soldiers from dragging his cell mate out the door.

“Leave him alone, let him go!” Link shouted, then broke down into coughs as he shouted.

The soldiers only laughed and pulled the beast further away, still struggling and growling angrily through the muzzle. Link managed to raise his head through his coughs, and met the beast’s eyes as he was dragged away, an intense worry directed towards him bright in his eyes.

And then he was gone.

(...)

It took Link hours to fall back asleep.

Which normally would be so concerning Zelda would’ve taken his temperature, but the reason for it this time was pure worry for the strange beast that had been his cell mate.

What was he? Why had he been imprisoned with him? Why did his captors even imprison them both anyways? Where had they taken him?

Was he just a food source?

The options kept his mind racing for hours. And when he finally did fall asleep it was in small restless increments, after which he would jolt awake, his right hand itching and mind churning with dreams he couldn’t remember.

And his cough only seemed to get worse.

He’d finally managed to fall asleep a bit more deeply when a loud clank woke him back up, some dormant reflex of his urging him awake. Link looked blearily up at where the sound had originated, then blinked, staring at what was going on. The strangely dressed soldiers had returned, the same who’d taken his companion, but they had no blue eyed beast held between them.

No, they were instead dragging a hylian along the floor, one who was struggling viciously against the men who were manhandling him inside.

And also wearing a tunic surprisingly similar to Link’s knight uniform.

The soldiers unlocked the cell and near flung the hylian in, one of them quickly crouching down and chaining him with the same line they’d used on the beast.

Link didn’t shout, knowing it would only make himself cough, but he did level the soldiers with a glare. They ignored him, and when the hylian leapt at the soldier who’d chained him again, the biggest of the group kicked him squarely in the chest, throwing him backwards with a grunt.

They stalked away, laughter echoing behind them, and the room went silent.

“Hey,” Link called softly once they were gone, trying to stop his voice from wheezing too much. The other hylian hadn’t yet moved from where he’d been kicked, but at Link’s words he grunted and slowly raised his head. “Are you okay?”

The hylian blinked at him, something odd shining in his eyes as he slid himself up into a sitting position. He sat up with a slight jerk, then clutched at his side, hissing at the movement that was obviously faster then he’d meant to make.

His darkish-blond hair hung in his face, looking unkempt and dirty, and there was blood smeared on his cheek, still leaking slowly from a cut dangerously close to his eye. He stared at Link for several moments before replying to his question.

“I’m... I’m okay,” he answered finally, and concern sparked in his eyes as he looked over Link. “I wonder if I should be asking you that.”

Link blinked at him.

“I’m fine,” he rasped quietly, confused at the man’s seeming familiarity with him. “Who... who are you? Do you kn-know—”

Link broke into a coughing fit, unable to stop himself, and before he knew it the other man was rubbing his back and telling him to breathe. His head felt fuzzy as he tried to catch his breath, and a chill shuddered up his spine, making him shiver.

But when he finally caught his breath, the man gave him a worried smile, and patted him on the arm.

“My name is Link,” he said gently. “And we’ve... well, we already met.”

Link stared at the other Link in disbelief, and the man chuckled a little, then winced.

“You uh... remember the wolf that was in here a few hours ago?” he asked, and Link hesitantly nodded, supposing that a wolf must be the large beast that had been keeping him warm. “Well, I’m... him. The wolf.”

“How is that possible?” Link said in a dumbfounded rasp.

“It’s a long story,” the other Link sighed. Something equally sad and angry flashed in his gaze, but it only lasted a few seconds. “And a bit much to explain right this second. Who are you?”

Despite how awful he felt, Link couldn’t help but smirk.

“Link.”

The other Link raised both eyebrows in surprise. “Your name is Link too?”

“Yep.”

The other Link let out a hearty laugh, amusement making his eyes twinkle. “What are the odds? I don’t suppose you’ve ever fought a fellow named Ganon, have you? Or been turned into a wolf?”

Link shook his head. “I never fought anyone named... Ganon. And I didn’t even know what a wolf was until you showed up.”

Other Link’s face turned more serious then, and he rubbed at his side, looking thoughtful.

“Hm. I don’t suppose... have you seen anyone else in here? A guy a little younger than me, blue tunic, blonde hair?” he asked, and Link shook his head. Other Link sighed in relief, and leaned his head against the wall. “Thank Ordona. He must have gotten away.”

“Pardon me for asking, but who?” Link asked, and Other Link’s face softened.

“Another Link. This is his world, I’ve been traveling with him. We were ambushed, totally and completely overwhelmed, but if he’s not in here with us then that’s a good sign. He must’ve gotten away,” he said with a smile. “We’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Link coughed again, and Other Link’s face darkened.

“Well... maybe not nothing. You okay?”

“Fine,” Link croaked, blinking tiredly. He felt sore and exhausted despite only waking up a little while ago, and his head still felt fuzzy with sleep. Other Link placed a tentative hand on his forehead, and Link was silent as he hummed worriedly.

“You feel pretty warm,” he murmured, and Link shook him off.

“Doesn’t matter. I need to get out of here, Zelda... I can’t remember what happened and I don’t know if she’s okay—”

“Okay, whoa, hold your horses bud,” Other Link said, holding a hand up. His eyes were wide, but something knowing shone in them. “Your name is Link, you know a Zelda, and you were put in here with me? That’s too much of a coincidence. Have you ever heard of a fancy trinket called the Master Sword?”

Link blinked at him. “I forged it.”

Other Link blinked back. “You— Wow. Well that would explain a few things then.”

“Explain what?” Link said, starting to get annoyed. All of this Link talk was just making his head hurt even more. “What does this have to do with a-any—“

He broke down into a coughing fit again, one that went on longer than any of the previous. A hand rested on his shoulder, and Link probably would’ve flinched if he hadn’t been coughing so hard his lungs felt like they were on fire. The hand started to rub, and Link continued to cough, the sounds rough and quite honestly gross sounding, not to mention painful.

But he did eventually stop, and didn’t resist when the other Link pulled his head over to rest on his shoulder.

“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to keep secrets,” Other Link said gently. “I just... wow. Did you really forge it?”

“Reforged really,” Link rasped. “But I still don’t know what that has to do with anything.”

Other Link sighed, and looked around the darkened room, Link just barely able to see the blue in them. “It has to do with everything. And since I don’t think we can escape at the moment, I’ll try to explain.”

He smiled, and Link suddenly noticed how similar they looked, even apart from their clothing. Other Link’s eyes nearly matched his own blues, and their hair was close to the same color, even styled similarly.

They could’ve been brothers.

“I’m a Hero of Courage,” Other Link said, holding out his palm. “Just like you.”

And a soft light shone from both of their hands, three familiar triangle sending warmth through their spirits.

[kittzuxp]

Art class

[irl experience, shitty notes doodle version]

This is was the second time he asked me.. and it was also pretty loud so idk if he heard that

(Context: i blush and sweat so very easily because i am an internet goblin with no actual irl social life)

[changeling-rin]

Hi! (appearing epically)

-Entrance of the- Lost Woods (in Ocarina of Time)

Death Mountain (Lorule) and Death Mountain (Hyrule) in order

...

I can't decide...

Navi and Tatl, the fairy duo

Goodbye!! (Disappear in sparkles)

DLinktober, Days 17-24! Art by @note-in-a-bucket-8-0-5-8!

[salt-pile]

Here’s my progress in terms of multiplier battle wins for Team Wisdom, including a 100x battle win that I sure wasn’t expecting.

[northwoodsfan]

Grace Nugget for 3.2.23

Grace Nuggets: Simple reminders of God’s great love for you.

[kmac4him1st]

In Awe Of God

It is a good day when you decide to develop your AWE of God. I promise you will never regret it. God bless ya. KimberlyMac

Amazing Awe-GOD Amazing Awe-God! I don’t think I will ever get over how incredibly amazing God is. He is a spectacular Advocate for us. He does intervene majestically in our lives, there is no doubt about that. It is not always very comfortable the way He does things, His methods are definitely not the way we would sometimes choose to do things. God is very unique, but we can trust that He will…

[bloodveinsgenes]

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[xxsabitoxx]

Yuji being obsessed with the eating your pussy and accidentally teaching Sukuna how enjoyable it can be.

Sukuna, who’s never seen the appeal in going down on a woman. He figures he would personally gain no pleasure from it so why even bother?

Yuji, who’s the polar opposite and dreams of the day he can finally get you in his bed. Just so he can shove his head between your thighs and eat you out until you’re crying

Sukuna, who’s been forced to listen to these thoughts for years now because Yuji won’t grow a pair and just ask you out. Seriously, it’s been years, he’s losing his mind.

Yuji, who finally asks you out after one shot for courage and can’t believe it when you’re telling him that you’ve been waiting forever for him to ask that question.

Yuji, who forgets that even a single shot of liquor can get him buzzed and in no time at all he has his hands all over you. Not that you mind, you’ve waited just as long for him.

Yuji, who’s dragging you into a random bedroom at this house party and is locking the door behind you, lips glued to yours as he backs you up until you’re falling onto the mattress with him on top of you.

Yuji, who’s kissing his way down your body, falling to his knees before you as he nearly drags your lower half off of the mattress. Tugging your pants and underwear off in one go just to toss them somewhere into the room

Yuji, who’s spreading your thighs apart to finally catch a glimpse of the cunt he’s been dreaming of for years. Saliva pooling in his mouth at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Yuji, who’s whining as he moves his head lower, nipping and sucking the plush flesh of your inner thighs. Your nosies only egging him on as he moves his way upwards.

Yuji, who’s breath is coming out in short pants as he hovers just above your cunt, asking your permission one last time since he knows he’ll be too far gone to stop soon.

Yuji, who’s whimpering against your cunt as he eats you out, tongue licking greedily along your slit before prodding at your swollen clit. Drool leaking down his chin and subsequently your cunt, mixing with your arousal.

Yuji, who has you falling apart on his tongue over and over before he’s even satisfied enough to come up for air. His cheeks flushed pink and hair a mess from where your hands had been pulling at it.

Yuji, who’s begging you to let him eat you again, as if his lips and chin aren’t covered in your sticky arousal. Watching as you struggle to catch your breath, not thinking he would make you cum as many times as he had.

Yuji, who’s practically crying when you lazily nod “yes”, your eyelids almost impossible to keep open as you fall back against the mattress and let him eat you out for the umpteenth time that night.

Sukuna, who’s eyes have been fully opened (against his will) to the appeal in eating a woman’s cunt.

Mildly unfinished but like… the vision is there my

Edit: based on some recent comments and anons I’ve received, there seems to be some confusion with this post.

So let me clarify that Yuji is 21-22 in this, he is in college, I’ve written him the age he would be in 2024.

If you don’t agree with aging up characters? Don’t read the post, or just block me. It’ll save all of us the time and sanity.

[shamballalin]

You Were Not Born a Horrible Sinner Needing to Repent Forever

All human beings were born with the manifestation of the LIGHT of Eternal Universal Life Force Energy animating each one of us, regardless of creed, gender, nationality, race, color, age, eye color, opinion, indoctrination or any other difference humanity can contrive. Over the eons of time our DNA got messed with. It is that process and the result of their manipulation, that humanity was “dumbed…

[eyesxxyou]

First Drink 🥃

🍺・・・l. howlett x fem!reader

rating. m

word count. 2.2k

synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.

or

Logan gives you your first drink

warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, drinking, forced alcohol consumption, dubious consent, fingering, squirting, not edited

↳ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3

Logan is far from a holy man. He drinks too much, smokes too often, hasn’t even stepped foot in a church in his entire life. He’d like to think he’s a good man though, one who tries to make the right decisions when he can, but he knows that what he’s like to think and the reality of it all were two wildly separate things. For how could he be a good man when he’s got it out for you, a pastor’s daughter?

He didn’t mean for it to happen. Kind of stumbled into it as one stumbles into trying cocaine. That is to say, he didn’t stumble into it at all. It was a deliberate decision made with addictive consequences. You were his neighbor, a meek, kind little thing often wrapped up in your bible while you sit quaintly on the front steps of your family house. You were young, not too young though. Freshly turned 21. Yet you still wore your modest clothing and pretty mary janes with frilly socks.

Logan was a perverted man. There was no way to get around it. You were as kind and as innocent as any one person could be. You spoke to him kindly, you brought him lemonade while he was working on his motorcycle and all he could think about was how pretty you’d look in his lap with his large hand on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock nestled nicely against your womb.

It was one of these days when you brought him lemonade and sat with him in his garage that he turned to you, hands covered in grease and oil. “You’re 21 now, right doll?” Logan grabbed a towel from out of the waist of his jeans and used that to clean off his hands before grabbing the small crystalline cup of fresh lemonade to sip on. It was almost as sweet as you, not nearly as pleasing to taste.

You sat on a small crate with your knees close to your chest. The toes of your sleek, black mary janes pointed to each other. “Yes sir.” He liked that about you, how respectfully you spoke to him. It reminded him of how much power he had over you, how many years, how much authority. Oh, he is far from a holy man.

“You had your first drink yet?”

You were a sweet, little thing, flustered at the mere suggestion of drinking alcohol. “Oh, no sir. I don’t drink. My father would never allow it.” You and your tender sensibilities. You and your innocent nature. Logan thought about how easy it would be to have his way with you. You wouldn’t fight, wouldn’t scream, wouldn’t so much as make a peep. You’d be too entranced by the way his fingers slide along your tongue and his length snuggle sits way into the walls of your unused cunt.

Logan hummed softly. “You wanna?” He watched the way your eyes shifted as you considered it, a world within your grasp if you just had the courage to reach for it. He’d give it to you, all of it, a universe of worldly pleasures. Why restrict yourself now to go to heaven when you can have heaven on Earth right here?

“I shouldn’t.” Your voice is slow and unsure. All you needed was a little push and you’d tip right over the edge into depravity. That’s the thing about little girls like you, you long for a touch of what’s beyond you but you’re always too scared to get it.

Logan stood up to his staggering height, all legs and muscular torso. “Come on, no one will know but me and you.” He offered a hand to you and after a moment of hesitation, you placed your hand in his large palm and let him pull you up to your feet and guide you into his house. It was a world you had never before seen, rustic and dark, smelling so strongly of Logan you thought you might faint.

He had a whole cabinet for his alcohol, bottles of scotch, whiskey, and bourbon. Logan grabbed a bottle out of the cabinet along with a whiskey glass for you to sip out of. He poured some out and you watched with utter fascination. The golden brown liquid long kept from you for fear you may lose your spot in Heaven. Worldly pleasures such as drinking doomed you to Hell.

“Come here, doll.” Logan coaxed you towards him with two fingers as he sat down on his couch, legs open just enough to offer you a comfortable seat on his thighs. You trembled like a newborn deer, scared of this strange, new world you’ve found yourself in. He brought you into his lap, his hands resting on your thigh as he pushed the glass of whiskey into your hand. “Go ahead and try it.”

You looked into the glass, golden brown sloshing around. It didn’t look so intimidating, like drinking Coca-Cola. But it didn’t taste like Coca-Cola when you lifted the glass to your lips and took a sip. It tasted bitter and burned your throat as it went down. “I don’t like it.” You pouted softly, turning to look over your shoulder at Logan. His fingers slowly began to gather the fabric of your skirt, pulling it up your thigh. “Just keep drinking, doll.”

You were a good girl. You did as told, entirely unaware of the way his fingers kept pulling at your skirt until it was entirely up your thigh. You felt his rough fingertips against your bare flesh and shivered as he traced figure 8s into your skin. “Mr. Howlett?”

“Shh, keep drinking.” Logan murmured as he felt up your thigh, closer and closer to your heated cunt. You writhed in his lap, simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused as you felt his rough fingers brush against the damp fabric of your cotton panties. The stuck to your pussy lips, wet and sensitive as he pressed his thumb to your clit through the fabric and began to rub. Logan took his free hand and pushed the cup back to your lips, tilting it to force you to drink.

Logan couldn’t help himself. You were here, splayed out before him for the taking. He’d be stupid not to take advantage of, take advantage of you. You didn't fight it, just as he had expected, like a good girl. “Spread your legs now.” He clicked his tongue and crooned into your ear.

Trembling, you shook your head. “I– I can't.” Your voice, all small and meek, only made his pants tighter. You could feel it, the bulge against your ass through his jeans. Or maybe that was the large buckle against his pelvis.

“Yeah you can. Open up, doll.” He shifted you slightly so that you were sitting on one of his thighs. He used his leg to part yours a bit further, skillfully. He’s had many girls in his lap, none as pretty as you.

Logan stroked your quivering cunt. “What a wet little girl you are. You been thinking about this, pretty girl?” He bounced you on his thigh and let you slide further into his fingers. A stifled whimper escaped you as you braced yourself against him. “Mr. Howlett– please.” You pleaded for your innocence, for your integrity. Most importantly, you begged for him not to expose your innermost thoughts. The sinful way you look at him, all muscle and hair and man.

Your fingers grasped at his wrist and forearm, nails digging into his skin. It wasn't like you were trying to move his hand, not like you could if you wanted you.

You gasped as he curled a finger into the side of your soaked panties and pulled them to the side. Your cheeks began to swell with the heat of embarrassment. Of course, you never expected to have any sexual experience before marriage so you hadn't shaved between your legs. Logan didn't mind at all it seemed, his finger dipped between your lovely lips and stroked in tender touches.

You squirmed in his lap, whimpering. “Mr. Howlett, I…I shouldn't. Please.” His thumb pressed on your puffy clit, pulsing with arousal, and you choked as the electrifying jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. You had ever been touched like this before, not even by yourself. Logan’s experienced fingers circled your leaking entrance, teasing at all the possibilities of pleasure.

“No one has to know, doll.” Grunted Logan. He felt the way your pussy fluttered, the whole thing aching with want. He eased a single finger into you, sighing out a sweet “Jesus” at the way your walls clamped down around him. You let out a squeal, back arching away from him, your nails sinking into his hairy forearm. Your entire body shivered. “Too big,” you murmured, “‘s too big.”

You were small, tight, and already complaining that a single finger was too much. How could he possibly fit his fat cock into your cunt? Logan was sure he'd tear you in half, his precious girl. “Relax, grab that bottle and drink some more, baby. It’ll help you loosen up.”

With a shaky hand, you reached out and grabbed the bottle off the table in front of you. You brought it to your lips and sipped at the liquid while Logan rubbed your hip with his free hand. “Good girl. I gonna keep going now.” You shook your head viciously. “No, no, no, ‘m not ready.”

He cared not for your concerns. Free hand pulling your legs apart, Logan curled pulled his finger from your gripping cunt before sliding it back in. You were all warm and soft on the inside, just like you were on the outside, even more so. You squeaked and squealed in his lap, his thumb attacking your clit in ferocious circles.

It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, being fucked with a single thick finger. You mewled, mind growing hazy as your hips rocked against your will. Logan knew you wouldn't be able to handle a second finger. He’d rupture your hymen and he wanted to save that honor for when he pushed himself into you and possessed you completely.

You were dripping down his knuckles. He fingered you so hard and fast, you nearly screamed as you thrashed in his lap. “Mmmh ah, ah… ngh.” Something wet trickled out of you and down Logan's hand, clear and dripping. A weak, little squirt, followed by a much larger one.

“I– I’m sorry, I didn't…” You panted out, whining. Logan cooed lowly in your ear. “Got myself a squirter.” He chuckled, a nice puddle on his leg and couch from your sweet show of pleasure. He curled his finger, messaging your soft walls in desperate search of that soft ridge where your g-spot lay.

When he found it, Logan smiled, chucking as you yelped and cried out, a rattling moan shivering up your spine. You tried to slow his hand, grasping and scratching at his arm. You fell back against his chest, legs splayed open while he took the time to abuse your pretty cunt. “You okay, doll?”

You whined vaguely, hazily, your body rolling then slumping, tensing then relaxing. “I– It feels weird.” Something was building within you. Something tight and breathtakingly beautiful. Tears pricked your eyes, wide and pretty, weeping with the brutality of your orgasm, pressing on the edge of unknown pleasures.

And it snapped like a rubber band. Everything that had been held back released all at once, ravishing your body to the point where there goes pointed in your Mary Jane's and your back arched. Shaking, you clawed at Logan's arm so hard you left bright red marks lining his flesh. “Mr. Howlett!”

“Shh, shh, don't want the neighbors to hear you, do you doll?” Logan slowed his hand, pulling his finger from your aching pussy. His entire hand dripped with your cum, sweet and creamy, some slick with your squirt. “Open up, little one.” He teased the tips of his fingers to your lips like he had that glass of whiskey. Coaxing your mouth open, Logan slipped his fingers between your lips and pressed his fingers to your tongue.

You tasted nice, sweet. Your body unmarred by the poison of excessive alcohol, smoking, or junk food. You were clean and pure, untouched by anyone but him. Logan loved it, knowing that he’s the first man to ever touch you. The knowledge was almost as good as an orgasm by itself. You were his, he possessed you. You were his before you were anyone else's.

When you stood, skirt falling back down to your knees, your legs trembled with the aftershock of your first orgasm. You let out a deep, shaky breath, trembling as you turned to look at Logan’s sitting figure. “M–M–Mr. Howlett.” It’s all you could manage to say to him, choking. You had been violated; your sacred temple desecrated.

And you liked it.

Logan hiked himself up to his feet from his couch and stood before you, towering. His hands on your hips, he pulled you in close to him. You braced yourself with your hands against his solid chest. Your cheeks were still wet with tears which Logan wiped away with the pads of his thumbs. “Why don’t you come back tomorrow, doll?”

You were such a good, obedient girl. You nodded slowly. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

[ask-lu-wild]

Be gone sky

[aria0fgold]

I was gonna do something else today but I saw all of mahoyaku's main story 2 has been translated so time to drop everything and read that finally.

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Surpriiiise ! Biscotte, the muscular tiger fan of music is here!

He might not be as bouncy as the foxes or pigeons but his pecs sure can bounce as much!

This is the first time ever a merch of my characters exists, many asked me in the past but I never had the courage nor the time to do it, so to this day, I am happy to show you what Makeship could make possible ❤️ Biscotte is now real!

The campaign last 21 days (will ends the 29th) afterward it will never ever be possible to order a plush of him anymore so, if you are interested, go for it while it's still possible!

[kleopatra45]

Degrees of Mars in the Natal Chart

Mars in Aries Degrees (1°, 13°, 25°):

These degrees suggest a highly passionate and driven approach to action and assertiveness. Individuals with Mars at these degrees may be impulsive, courageous, and quick to initiate new endeavors. They have a strong desire to lead and can be competitive, enthusiastic, and proactive in pursuing their goals.

Mars in Taurus Degrees (2°, 14°, 26°):

Degrees in Taurus imply a determined and persistent approach to action and physical energy. Those with Mars at these degrees may exhibit patience, endurance, and a methodical pace in pursuing their ambitions. They are grounded, practical, and focused on achieving tangible results, particularly in areas related to stability and material security.

Mars in Gemini Degrees (3°, 15°, 27°):

These degrees suggest a versatile and mentally agile approach to action and assertiveness. Individuals with Mars at these degrees may excel in communication, networking, and multitasking. They are curious, adaptable, and energized by intellectual challenges, often seeking variety and stimulation in their pursuits.

Mars in Cancer Degrees (4°, 16°, 28°):

Degrees in Cancer imply a protective and emotionally driven approach to action and assertiveness. Those with Mars at these degrees may channel their energy into nurturing and defending loved ones, home, and security. They are sensitive to emotional cues and may act from a place of instinctual protectiveness.

Mars in Leo Degrees (5°, 17°, 29°):

These degrees suggest a bold, expressive, and sometimes dramatic approach to action and assertiveness. Individuals with Mars at these degrees are confident, charismatic, and motivated by creative self-expression and recognition. They thrive in leadership roles and may exhibit a flair for theatrics in their endeavors.

Mars in Virgo Degrees (6°, 18°):

These degrees imply a meticulous, detail-oriented approach to action and physical energy. Those with Mars at these degrees may excel in tasks requiring precision, organization, and problem-solving. They are diligent, analytical, and motivated by a desire for efficiency and improvement.

Mars in Libra Degrees (7°, 19°):

Degrees in Libra suggest a cooperative and diplomatic approach to action and assertiveness. Individuals with Mars at these degrees may seek harmony, fairness, and balanced outcomes in their pursuits. They are skilled negotiators, value teamwork, and may act with consideration for others' perspectives.

Mars in Scorpio Degrees (8°, 20°):

These degrees suggest an intense, passionate, and sometimes secretive approach to action and assertiveness. Those with Scorpio at these degrees are driven by deep emotional intensity, determination, and a desire for transformation. They are resourceful, strategic, and may pursue their goals with unwavering focus.

Mars in Sagittarius Degrees (9°, 21°):

Degrees in Sagittarius imply an adventurous, optimistic, and expansive approach to action and physical energy. Individuals with Mars at these degrees are motivated by exploration, freedom, and the pursuit of knowledge. They thrive on challenges, seek new experiences, and may act impulsively in pursuit of their ideals.

Mars in Capricorn Degrees (10°, 22°):

These degrees suggest a disciplined, ambitious, and goal-oriented approach to action and assertiveness. Those with Mars at these degrees are driven by a strong sense of responsibility, determination, and a desire for long-term success. They are willing to work hard, endure challenges, and strategically advance towards their ambitions.

Mars in Aquarius Degrees (11°, 23°):

These degrees imply an innovative, unconventional, and sometimes rebellious approach to action and assertiveness. Individuals with Mars at these degrees are motivated by humanitarian ideals, social causes, and a desire for personal freedom. They are independent thinkers, catalysts for change, and may challenge traditional norms in their pursuits.

Mars in Pisces Degrees (12°, 24°):

Degrees in Pisces suggest a compassionate, imaginative, and intuitive approach to action and assertiveness. Those with Mars at these degrees may act from a place of empathy, creativity, and sensitivity to the needs of others. They are spiritually inclined, adaptable, and may find motivation through artistic or altruistic pursuits.

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Twisted Ties - psh smau

PLEASE DO NOT SPAM LIKE CHAPTERS

PAIRING: brothers bsf!sunghoon x f!reader

GENRE: childhood friends to loves, forbidden love, fake dating

SUMMARY: In the midst of her chaotic college life, Y/N is blindsided by an invitation to her ex's wedding. With no date in sight and the event looming, her brother throws a lifeline by suggesting she bring his best friend. the mix of nostalgia and free-flowing champagne leads to an unexpected night of passion. Now, Y/N must navigate through a storm of emotions and the potential drama within her tight-knit circle, all while juggling her academic responsibilities. Will this one night stand alter their friendship forever, or could it be the beginning of something new?

WARNINGS: smut, angst, fluff, language

FEATURING: enhypen hyung + makenae line, fromis9 saerom, nct jeno, occasionally other idols

STARTED: april 26 2024

STATUS: completed

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- 01 life of the party

- 02 the invite [1.5k w]

- 03 just don’t fuck him

- 04 rules and regulations

- 05 night out

- 06 shopping spree

- 07 stress reliever

- 08 exam day

- 09 japan

- 10 the wedding [4.9k w]

- 11 I fucked up. [1.6k w]

- 12 liquid courage

- 13 jealousy

- 14 unbothered, always

- 15 unexpected guest

- 16 petty [1.3k w]

- 17 longing [3.5k w]

- 18 I wish it was easier…

- 19 pretty

- 20 complicated [0.7k w]

- 21 my girl

- 22 idiot

- 23 back to school

- 24 who are you? [1.7k w]

- 25 they’re onto us

- 26 girlfriend era

- 27 revelation

- 28 betrayal, hurt, reconciliation

a/n: AHHH i’m so excited to introduce my first full length smau!! i really hope you guys enjoy it, it’s been stuck in the back of my head for a while now. more updates to come!!

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