#guys i tried

[venileix]

𝜗𝜚 .Nervous

PAIRING: Sam Monroe x F!reader SYNOPSIS: Sam is new to relationships and needs you to teach him. WARNINGS: sexual content, fluff, fingering, probably a praise kink NOTES: MDNI!, first ever actual attempt at slight smut!

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When Sam found out you liked him, he teased you every chance he got.

Having met in high school, he initially hated you as he hated everyone else, but as the months passed you started to grow on him.

Sam didn't really see you in a romantic light until your last year of school, after you broke up with your, now, ex boyfriend.

You were into him with his dyed hair, piercings, and makeup, but the moment you saw him without all of that, your attraction only grew stronger as he carried himself in an even more confident way somehow.

You spent weeks watching and helping him build the house, and every time you saw him working, the warmth in your chest spread deeper.

It was Friday night, and the two of you always spent the evening together, and as usual, you chose a new movie for the night.

You both were comfortable under the covers of your bed, the only light being from the TV.

You found yourself distracted from the movie after only ten minutes in, your focus now on how you and Sam's bodies are pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder, side to side.

This bed had been the setting to many make-out sessions with the boy next to you, and you had to use every ounce of self restraint to keep yourself from grabbing him and bringing his lips to yours.

"Wait, I thought she was with the other guy," Sam's questioning tone broke you out of your thoughts, and as you turned towards him, the ability to restrain your impulsive actions was thrown out of the window.

You only stared at him, not being able to explain the answer to him even if you wanted to, you hadn't payed attention to a single part of this movie.

You sat in a tense moment of silence, and as his eyes flickered down to your lips, the atmosphere grew thick.

"I don't care," Your voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper as you looked from his eyes to his lips, "But I really want to kiss you right now."

His lips tugged into a slight smirk as he stared down into your eyes, "Can I kiss you?"

You didn't answer, instead, you simply leaned in and captured his lips with your own.

It wasn't long until the kiss became more intense, Sam holding your face as you ran your hands through his hair.

As you went to lift yourself up to turn and sit on his lap, he gently pushed you back until you were laying down with him hovering over you.

As you both fought for dominance in the kiss, Sam's hands began to roam from your face, down to your legs, caressing your thighs.

The bed covers were long thrown off of your bodies, but the room started to feel hot even without the blankets on top of you.

Shivers ran down your body as his hands inched up towards the waist of your little pajama shorts, and you could feel the hesitation in his fingertips.

"Sam," you pull away gently, looking up into his eyes, a dazed grin on your lips as you saw the blush creeping up his neck, "We don't have to go any further."

He lowered himself down closer to you, tilting his head as he left a soft kiss to your neck and whispering into your ear, "I want to."

He pulled away, the intense look in his eyes sent heat down your body.

"I need you to teach me how," His voice was smooth despite how quickly his chest was rising and falling from his nerves.

You look into his eyes, seeing pure love flowing from them.

"Okay," you whisper out, it barely audible as you slowly drag him into a slow kiss, grabbing his hand, guiding it back towards your shorts again.

Sam's hands were chronically cold, and the freezing pads of his fingertips made goosebumps raise on your skin as they slowly made their way into your panties.

He let you guide his movements, pausing in your kiss as you let out a gasp at the feeling of his calloused fingers against yourself.

You made him speed up his movements, eyes closing in bliss as he began to take control, eyes glaring down onto your facial expressions.

You could feel his long fingers gliding through your folds, and you were quick to let out moans at the continuously speeding up movement.

"Am I doing this right?" Sam sounded almost like he was breathless as he used one arm to support himself above you.

"It feels amazing, Sam. You're doing amazing," Your words of praise made him speed up even more, he could feel his chest tightening as he felt you clenching around nothing as his fingers circled up and down your cunt.

With the speed and pressure he was using, you were already close, and you heard him groan as he watched you squeeze your eyes closed and arch you back up into him.

"Sam," You whined out, grasping tightly onto his shoulders, "You're doing so good."

"Come on, baby," Sam's voice was almost a whimper as he went harder, pushing his body into yours.

With his encouragement, you quickly came, making Sam smirk as he spread your slick around, almost as if to show off like a trophy.

You panted as you came down from your high, letting your back relax back down onto the mattress, Sam's body leaning down onto your own.

You were out of breath and Sam panted as if the sight of you coming undone sucked all the air out of his lungs.

"Was that good for my first time?" He leaned his forehead against yours, making a tired smile tug at your lips.

"I think I'm gonna have fun teaching you other things."

[eepywriters]

.✦°. • Birthday boy ( ´∀｀)

warnings: none, just pure fluff and simp Quackity

a/n: HI GUYS, I had to speedrun this so if it feels rushed I’m so sorry 😿 but I put heart into it so I hope y’all enjoy!!

Ah the bed, what a glorious invention. It’s comfy, fluffy, warm and, most importantly, it’s where, usually, one of the best activities it’s conducted: sleeping.

Now, Alex loves working, he does! It’s written all over his projects. The passion that drives every piece of work he makes couldn’t be as strong as it is without determination and etiquette. After all, he is indeed THE Alex Quackity, creator of the first multilingual server with live translations.

But sometimes, just sometimes, he doesn’t mind sleeping the day away. His pounding head and aching eyes beg for rest on the daily, so it’s nice to actually give his body and his mind a moment to shut down once in a while.

A touch on his naked arm made him stir in his sleep. He groans. He wasn’t ready to let go of his sweet slumber just yet.

“Alex, baby, wake up, I’ve got something for you”.

An half-conscious grumble leaves him, which was more of acknowledgement of hearing your voice speak to him rather than an answer to whatever you were babbling about. Cause listen, as sleep deprived as he could be, nothing could separate him from his bed when he was actually set on resting.

“Baby c’mon, we can nap later”.

The soft feeling of pillowy lips pressing against his temple finally rouses him from his sleep. He sighs, a throaty, sleepy sigh, while stretching his back lightly.

“There you are baby”

The gears on Alex’s head are slowly turning as his systems finally makes sense of the world surrounding him. And while most of his mind is concentrated on your delicate hand stroking oh so lovingly his cheek, he can’t help but notice the delicious smell that was floating around the air.

He opens his eyes, now wanting to find out what exactly was making his taste buds tingle in curiosity.

Oh what a grave mistake that was.

A streak of sunlight pierces his eyes instantly, making him close them back on instinct with a weak cry.

“Noo turn off the lights” he drawls sleepily, shielding his poor, aching eyes with his arms. His mouth was still pasty from his sleep and he, quite frankly, didn’t understand what was the deal about waking him up so soon.

And then you laugh, and on a normal occasion he would’ve bite back, cause you were obviously laughing at his idiotic behavior, but he was sooo sleepy and your laugh sounded sooo pretty. (When did he go to sleep again? 2 Am?).

Slowly blinking the sleep out of his system, Alex was met with a rather endearing sight: there you stood, a cute, big grin brightening your face whilst you looked down at him with an amused gaze. He could tell you where sleepy yourself, if not by your tired eyes, by the dark circle that were adorning your features. After all, what did anyone expect from the partner of Quackity? Two sleep deprived people are better than one. (He’s not gonna delve into what seeing you standing there with only an old t-shirt of his was doing to his body).

“Good morning birthday boy”.

Oh, now he knows why you rudely (not really) woke him up.

“Hey” he mutters, scratching his crusty, tired eyes, hoping that the sleepy haze that was still clouding his mind will go away.

“Damn that’s all I get? Not even a pet name? We live in a society…” you frowned.

“Shut up” he snorts, looking back at you, just for his eyes to stop at a little red box you were holding. It is very pretty: a big yellow ribbon was tying together the bright red walls of the box, and hey, was that a duck painted on the side of it?

Before his fogged brain can even come up with a question, you are already in action.

“Stand still, your only job is to look pretty now”

He quirks a brow. He’s not sure of what you have going on today, but he’s in for it, especially since he can still smell the sweetness of the treat you’re hiding inside that box.

He sits up and his head lolls backwards onto the cupboard, giving him the perfect angle to watch you fiddling around.

“It’s rude to stare you know?”

“Mhh is it? Even when there’s something so beautiful to look at?” he replies, jokingly wiggling his eyebrows up and down at you.

“You’re such a flatter” you sigh, yet he can see you hiding your smile in your arm.

You soon bring out a tray to him, which had a plate, a fork, an empty glass and a cute, pink piece of paper on top of it. You had obviously written on the paper - he could recognize your handwriting instantly in any context given - and really, it wasn’t even debatable since the paper read “Happy bday amor <3”.

He brought the paper up to his lips, leaving a soft peck on it before putting it on his nightstand. Was he dramatic with it? Yes, but he swears that when it comes to you he just can’t help himself but cherish everything you give him.

“Here you go, I hope you like it”.

You finally open the little box, reveling an adorable, tiny chocolate cake. It was simple: it was round, not more than 10 centimeters wide, and it feature a raspberry and two blueberries on top.

He licks his lips and dives into it immediately, not waiting for approval nor giving it any second thought. He chews on the cake with a satisfied hum, letting the sweet, but strong taste of chocolate invade his mouth. Again, it was really simple, but the fact that it came from you made it ten times more tasteful.

“Where did you buy this? It’s great” he says, searching for the label of the bakery on the tiny box you handed to him. Maybe later he could’ve bought some sweets for his guests there. He strangely couldn’t find it.

“Actually… I made it”.

Saying his mouth was agape would be an understatement, his jaw was on the floor.

“WHAT” he screams with his mouth still full. He did have the decency to swallow before screaming out again: “THERE’S NO WAY”.

He swears he could’ve died right there. Your shy smile and the light blush that paints your cheek enough to send his brain into override.

“Yeah, woke up early to make it today. I’m surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, I made quite the mess” you cackle to yourself, probably remembering all the ruckus you made whilst scratching your neck in embarrassment.

“Im surprised you liked it that much honestly” you trail off, insecurity dripping from your hushed tone.

Was it really though? Alex would eat anything you gave him if it followed a “I made it for you”. Yes, he was that whipped, and he isn’t ashamed of it. It always has been you, trough life and death, he knew from the moment he uttered the first “I love you” that you were his ride or die.

“You did amazing (Name)” he smiles, craning his neck just enough for you to share a sweet, short kiss.

“I can tell you worked hard for it, I’m proud of you” he whispers at mere centimeters from your face, like it’s something just for you to hear and hold dear onto. He leaves a peck on the corner of your mouth before sitting back again.

“I’m very glad you liked it” you say softly, giving him one of those genuine smiles he’d die for “BUT we got much more to do! It’s time to open your gifts!”.

You clap your hands excitedly, already scurrying off to put the tray away.

“What if I want to unwrap another type of gift” he taunts, moving his arms behind his head while wearing a sly grin. He kinda felt bad about making you do all the work, but he figures that maybe, just this once, he can let himself be babied a little.

You shake your head, looking at him with faux disappointment. Your hands found your hips as you scold him: “Cmon you horny bastard, we are going”.

“You called me a WHAT” he says in his typical high pitched voice, following after you. He catches up to you in an instant and wraps his arms around your frame, keeping you still.

“Say that again, i dare you” he threatens light heartedly.

“Nu uh”.

“Okay, you asked for it” he whispers in your ear, impossibly close.

The world went quiet. Your eyes widened.

You knew what was coming.

“No wait, we can talk ab-“

You weren’t fast enough to stop him. You signed your fate.

His hands move swiftly all around your body, wiggling his fingers on those he knew to be your weak spots. He laughs at you, laughs at your misery. Your body twitches uncontrollably and your lungs beg for air.

“S-STop FUGAHAH, oh my GOd- HAHAhH ALEX” you cry out, trashing around in his hold while he brought hell on earth on your poor body. He continues to laugh at your weak attempt to wiggle out of his grip, determined to make you regret calling him names.

“Nu uh”

Needless to say, you where among the few guests on Alex’s birthday stream, and you were also the one who had clean all of it up. Nonetheless, the afternoon was filled with laughter, a bit of alcohol, and carefree dances.

　　*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･'(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)'･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*

extra:

Well cleaning up that mess was sure a challenge. You had to do 3 Tiktok browsing pauses before actually getting it done (to be honest, you did spend more time on your phone than cleaning, but you’re sure nobody will snitch on you).

Right as you put down the broom, you spot Alex coming towards you, the shit eating grin he was wearing giving away his intentions.

“Can I get my final gift now?” he speaks, using a gravelly tone that catches you off guard. It was hard to take him seriously when he still had some confettis stuck to his clothes, even though you’d be lying if you said you minded the offer.

“You moron” you laugh, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Is that a yes?” He whispers, leaving a soft peck on the crook of your neck.

“Fuck yes”.

[only-a-lil-defective]

I came, I tried, I think I succeeded

[nullbutler]

LINK IN THE COMMENTS!!!!

SEASON 2 -- THE MOVIE [REAL]

BELOW THE CUT I AM NOT LYING THIS TIME I SWEAR I AM NOT

I love season 2. Season 2 is the reason I'm here. But, I also hate season 2. I must fix season 2. I owe my soul to season 2.

That being said, I present to you BLACK BUTLER: BOOK OF SPIDERS. A movie made out of season 2, with most of the filler scenes cut out and all of the gratuitous violence framed tastefully or otherwise removed. Made ENTIRELY by yours truly, with no additional footage added. I'll never be able to fix the season, but I'll try. Forever. I'm the ouroboros. Sisyphus and his rock.

Some notes!

The costume ball sadly had to be removed (it was entirely filler)

Ciel is in a much more passive role. This is intentional, he's practically a doll thrown around by the demons.

I could not think of a way of removing the Druitt without severely mangling the episode he's in. Sorry.

Alois's trauma is portrayed much more violently, but the Former Earl gets an on-screen death :)

Spider OVA has been absorbed into the product

It is also considerably darker, because most of the tone whiplash was cut out. This is a very sad, gruesome story about a demon manipulating the boy he's cared for for so long, while another demon tortures his own master, and the two children struggle to break free.

Do you wish Alois was treated sympathetically in the narrative? Do you wish Hannah was more than her fanservice? Do you think Claude's creepiness could have been portrayed without it being SO INCREDIBLY bad?

as my dear mutuals have said:

"You got rid of that Ciel screaming scene and that's like 5 stars for me." -- @warmmilk-n-honey

"Truly proves that less is more." -- @pain-in-the-butler

"An actual digestible version of Season 2." - @mantomhive

I present to you. if you narc i swear to god Black BUTLER : BOOK OF SPIDERS

[yhelothere]

guys he won an award.

Saw this goofy ass image from the 2023 F1 Singapore Grand Prix and I might not be a good artist but I had this vision and I needed to execute it (as in kill it)

Without the champagne + Original image under cut

[perryshmirtzprophecy]

I hope to see y'all there😉

[thinklikeseth]

Rewriting Fablehaven chapter titles as if they were PJO titles:

Book One Part One:

Chapter 1: We Drive an Eternity to Live With Hermits (A Mandatory Vacation)

Chapter 2: The Bugs Like Mirrors and Milk? (Collecting Clues)

Chapter 3: An Old Hag Lives in Grandpa's Backyard (The Ivy Shack)

[florescita]

͜𓎟 ͜ ꮽℓ ˚ 𝖠-𝖳-𝖳-𝖤-𝖭-𝖳-𝖨-𝖮𝖭 ͜

ࣺ𝖠𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 ı𝗌 𝗐𝗁α𝗍 𝖨 𝗐α𝗇𝗍 ⟡ྀ

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[mo-mode]

AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”

Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”

[keirahknightley]

Costume appreciation series: Van Helsing (2004) dir Stephen Sommers

Costume Design by Gabriella Pescucci and Carlo Poggioli

[crispin-kreme]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚🪼 RAFAYEL & jealousy

!! : nsfw, grammatical errors (guys im new to this so idk what kind of tags to put pls be kind its my final exams szn and i chose to write smut instead of reviewing for my final exams tomorrow xD)

"h-hah, rafayel-" you breathed out as you felt rafayel's fingers graze upon your soaked panties. your breathy moans echoed through the restroom of the art gallery. how did you both end up like this? well, a guy was eyeing on you and rafayel notices this– as usual he felt jealous.

your attention should be focused on him, not on that guy. your eyes should be on his, on his artworks. it infurated rafayel that he was eyeing on you and your dress– and that led you here.

"i'm barely doing anything, princess." he says with his sultry voice. his fingers grazing at that one spot, you badly needed to be touched. his hands slipped under your panty now and you yelped at his cold touch. rafayel smirks at what he's doing.

he groans "you're so wet." he remarks. he looks at you, your eyes closed and your mouth agape "do i have to do this to you so i can have your full attention?" rafayel asks as he creates circles onto your clit. you bite your lip as your hands grip onto rafayel's shoulders, trying not to moan so loud. "r-rafayel," you moan out his name.

rafayel moves his fingers a bit more vigorously "answer me." he demands in a hushed tone. you whimpered at his question.

with your wetness, he sees it as an opportunity to slip one of his fingers inside you. you gasped softly as you felt that– the sounds of squelching can be heard soon after. "f-fuck-!" you moaned out. rafayel smirks "you like how i fuck you with my fingers, hm? this is what you get for taking your eyes off of me, princess." he says mischievously.

you try to not moan so loudly as rafayel fastens his pace. rafayel lets out a little laugh as he watches you struggle to keep it down. you tried to keep your moans in but the way rafayel was fucking you with his fingers is remarkable.

"r-rafayel, i-i" you struggled to complete your sentence "i'm- i'm going to c-cum-" you breathed out and rafayel smirked as he fastened his pace more. "oh? cum for me then. cum on my fingers." he says with a smirk. you whimpered and moaned as you burried yourself in his shoulder.

"mmph-hah!" you moaned out a bit louder than before "g-gonna cum- go-gonna-!" your cut off as you felt your orgasm coming.

your body convulsed as you came onto his fingers. rafayel was amazed, amused rather. he laughs and kisses your forehead "hmm.. maybe i should do this every time you don't pay attention to me." he jokes. your head rests upon the wall of the restroom. you look at him tiredly as you catch your breath.

rafayel pulls his fingers out slowly "i'm not done with you yet, princess." he whispers to you in his sultry tone. he smirks at you as he gives you a peck on his lips–

"my precious pearl, you're attention will be onto me and only me."

[fesenmoon]

no fucking way

[gunstellations]

rival battle ⚔️

[acidgirl]

[sparkleofstardust]

in light of the recent news that Iranian President Ebrahim Raisi has been found dead after a helicopter crash you might be wondering 'who the hell is this guy and why are so many people celebrating his death??' and i'm here to answer that!

to fully understand what's going on we need to look into Iran's history: when the Iranian revolution in 1979 happened the authoritarian king who was ruling at that time was overthrown, but the ensuing power vacuum lead to the islamic regime seizing power and establishing Iran as an islamic republic

the following years were incredibly cruel to the Iranian people; thousands of people (especially minorities) have been protesting against the strict islamic regime leading to many being jailed, tortured and executed.

and this is where Raisi played a big part: in 1988 he was part of a committee that ordered the execution of thousands of political prisoners who were protesting the islamic regime, earning himself the title of "the butcher of tehran"

do not be fooled by what the state media wants you to believe, the Iranian people are celebrating his death. he was a cruel mass murderer who has destroyed the lives of thousands of people, his death should be used as a time to mourn for all the suffering he has caused, and bring new attention to the political prisoners still being held in Iranian prisions today

because sadly the fight is far from over. many of you have probably heard of the murder of Mahsa Jina Amini back in 2022, causing a new wave of nationwide protests and establishing the "woman, life, freedom" movement. the regime has gotten increasingly cruel in their treatment of the Iranian people, especially women, but the people of Iran are not deterred and keep fighting for a free Iran.

if you want to know how you can help, please keep talking about us. the one thing the regime hates is international attention, and in the past it has been proven that international pressure has stopped the regime from executing various political prisoners. people like Toomaj Salehi are under imminent threat of execution and spreading their names could save their lives. so whether you share social media posts or talk to your family and friends about what is happening in Iran, anything helps 🙏🏼

jin, jiyan, azadi ✌🏼