#h-vom

[imy2]

warning nsft

i wish i could go topless always . also wish for a haircut .

[isalabells]

Bob: Lars Holmquist ist der junge Schwede aus Texas, hoffnungsvoller Erbe der Magnuswerke.

„Ein junger Schwede aus Texas“. Ich glaub, so hieß ’mal  ’ne ZDF-Serie.  — Bastian Pastewka, Der Bobcast und die silberne Spinne

[lalalaugenbrot]

sneak peak into adam's secret crying playlist*:

J’ai compris tous les mots, j’ai bien compris, merci

I understood all the words, I got it, thanks

Raisonnable et nouveau, c’est ainsi par ici

Reasonable and new, that’s the way it is

Que les choses ont changé, que les fleurs ont fané

That things changed, that the flowers wilted

Que le temps d’avant, c’était le temps d’avant

That the time before, it was the time before

Que si tout zappe et lasse, les amours aussi passent

That if everything forgets and tires, loves also come to pass

[...]

Je m’inventerai reine pour que tu me retiennes

I will reinvent myself into a queen so that you hold onto me

Je me ferai nouvelle pour que le feu reprenne

I will renew myself so that you take me back

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*vielleicht gibts die bald auch in echt zum anhören, bin noch dabei mich in adams spotify zu hacken

[canadachronicles]

"Oh... no. No, never! (...) No, no, we've never dated. No, there's no need to be jealous."

--Sarah (Mayko Nguyen) to Micheal (Andrew Bushell), when he wonders whether she and Charlie (John Reardon) are exes because they "were so in sync at the casino"!

It's true they are not (sigh!) exes, but both Rex (Diesel vom Burgimwald) and I reckon the lady doth protest too much!

[delreysheartshapedsunglasses]

[reapcrbunny]

trying to brain replies is. very difficult right now.

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New book review!

Goodbye, Beloved Dog by Elli H. Radinger

[imy2]

livelaughlove

i cant stop LAUGHING at how my hand looks like it's floating in the last pic lmaooooo

[jarofstyles]

Please write us some extreme pda like I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea but I love it 😩 like they’re out at a bar and all of their friends are disgusted and annoyed but they’re just so in love they can’t keep their hands off each other 😭😭 like just lots of kisses, neck kisses, lap sitting, whispering to each other, giggling, hair playing etc 🥰

Oh I love a sickly PDA couple but only in books bc I’ll probably vom if I see it irl. So sure!

Here is a bit from Leather and Lace since we just finished them up.

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“I can’t believe you’ve turned to mush.”

“Shut up.” Harry grumbled, holding Y/N closer on his lap. His chin rested on the dip in her shoulder, lips pried away from the chaste kisses he’d been giving to her throat. It was probably obnoxious but Harry really didn’t care. His indifference to what people thought went soul deep. All he really cared about was Y/N, if he was being honest.

And maybe the milkshake she’d promised him on the way home for prying him out of her bed. That was a topic he went back to a few times tonight. 

“Oi, be nice.” Y/N laughed, placing her hand on top of his ringed one to squeeze it lightly. There wasn’t much heat behind her words, merely defending Niall so he wouldn’t be complaining as much to her.

“Thank you. Feels like m’constantly third wheeling now. Knew he had a hard on for ya, but I didn’t expect him to turn into a good old fashioned loverboy.” The man scoffed. Harry merely rolled his eyes, jaw setting slightly as he narrowed his gaze.

“We are not the only people here. Y’know that, yeah? There’s like, a dozen of your friends here. You can fuck off if you’re annoyed. Not my problem.” He hammered in the point with a smirk, kissing the girl’s cheek a few times to make him screw his face up in disgust.

“I was trying to be nice, you old grouch! Even being loved up you still find a way to be mean t’me.” Their friend pouted before sticking up his middle finger, excusing himself to get another drink.

“Baby…” Harry whined slightly, tapping at her cheek to encourage her to turn it. “He’s finally gone. C’mere.” There was no chance of her scolding him as he pressed his lips to hers. They were slightly sticky from the virgin strawberry daiquiri she’d been sipping on -extra maraschino cherries- and sweet to the tongue as he hummed happily against them. This was precisely what he wanted. People to fuck off and leave him to love on her.

Y/N was soothed by his touch, a light giggle muffled by his lips as he turned her slightly in his lap so he could kiss her properly. He’d behaved well enough- for Harry, anyways- so she wasn’t going to get on him too much. He hadn’t wanted to go out, as usual, so she’d bribed him with the promise that he could love on her as much as he wanted- but he had to keep it PG-13. Her fingers brushed through his hair, shivering slightly as his fingers dipped under the hem of her dress.

“Mm… careful.” She sighed, but made no effort to stop. As much as she wanted to be proper, it was hard to want to stop him as he touched her. She played it cool most of the time but she was just as far gone for him as he was for her.

“M’very careful with you, Butterfly.” He nipped lightly at her bottom lip. “Even when you beg me not t’be. But I’ve suffered these people long enough. If you want me t’be nice, I need my kisses.” His voice was quiet enough to not disturb the other people around. His sweet words were reserved solely for the girl who held his affections. Especially the dirtier ones.

“H!” She grinned against his mouth, leaning further in to kiss him again. Wrapping her arm around his shoulder, she leaned into him with a dreamy sigh. Hot fingertips ran over the silky skin of her inner thigh, moisturized to the gods in her shower routine today for this exact reason.

“I can’t help it, you’re always so soft. So sweet…” he cooed. “Want t’eat you up. Torture sitting here when all I want t’do is sit you on my cock to keep it warm while you talk t’me. That’s your favorite, isn’t it?”

Harry never did play fair. Holding back the whine in her throat, she huffed instead. Giving his hair a little tug, she tried her best to look menacing- as menacing as she could in her pretty lilac dress he’d picked out especially for her tonight. “It is, and you’re bein’ mean to me by mentioning it. We can’t here.” Even if the thought made her hot between her thighs, it was too risky.

“I know. We should go home so we can.” The man was trying to coax her and knew where to hit it where it hurt, but they’d barely been out with friends since establishing themselves as a couple.

“Not yet, I’m sorry.” The pout on her face made him forgive her, even if there was still a hint of bitterness over the fact. “They begged for us to come out and it’s only been two hours. One more and we can go home, okay?”

Harry answered with a grunt, hiding his face in her throat again while he resumed with his throat kisses. As much as he wanted to leave, he wanted to make her happy even more. The weakness was real when it came to his Butterfly. Even more so because she’d paused her social tendencies for him. “Okay. But you’re gonna have t’make it up to me big time as soon as we get home, okay?” He was plotting for sure. “An hour straight of making out, a little feel under the dress, maybe a little begging with that cute pout for me to take it off. You know how I like it.”

[brandwhorestarscream]

I need the whole story of D-16 and his sparkling with Sentinal! It's such an amazing story. Take ur time tho.

Well thank you for saying so, that's so sweet! And I'm pleased to announce that I'm givin ya'll the next chapter here and now!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

They have suffered enough for one day.

Alpha Trion departs swiftly, disappearing out through the tunnel they had explored to get here, leaving the four of them in solitude. They cling to each other in the darkness, exhausted and sick and hopeless. Orion and D-16 remain wound tightly around one another, the silver mech continuing to tremble with the stress of everything bearing down on him. Orion holds him, fully with both arms, wrapped as tightly and securely around his body as they can, keeping Dee snuggled against his chassis. Dee clings to him, desperate for comfort that isn’t coming, hiding his face in the underside of Orion’s neck. His EM field throbs weakly, sluggishly, exhausted even as potent grief and fear gushes off of him and contaminates the air around them. It’s impossible to escape, and the four of them stew helplessly in the aura of misery. They’re all contributing toward it, but none more than D-16. It’s just too much.

Alpha Trion finds them just where he left them, huddled together like frightened nestlings that flinch at every little sound, and their optics are full of fear when he returns, til they notice it’s him. Then the fear abates, replaced with longing and misery that he can’t soothe.

The fuel their guardian has brought is in liquid form, to their surprise. The energon they stripped from the mines was all solid, and even after processing became squishy and malleable, like thick petroleum jelly. Capable of holding it’s own form without assistance, but easy giving out under the force of pinching fingers. This wasn’t at all like that: it sloshed and splashed within the old cube, and was steaming, little ribbons of heat curling off of it and into the air.

“You first, Dee,” no one protests Orion’s insistence, propping his friend up. Dee has by now gone limp, optics faded and empty as he struggled to process everything, and the horrible, gnawing pressure of the choice he faced. Orion shakes him gently, but it’s like his friend can’t even hear him, optics listless as they stare deeply into space, as if he’s watching something a thousand miles away. Orion jostles him again. “Dee…? H-Hey, come on, you’re scaring me-!”

“Do not panic, little one.” Alpha Trion reaches out and gently presses the tip of one finger to D-16’s forehelm, and the silver mech jumps. His optics snap up to the old Prime, trance broken, and his expression remains blank for only a second before it crumbles back into devastation. He sobs, and turns away to curl further into Orion, shoulders shaking again. Orion rubs his back, laying his chin atop the other’s helm as his own optics sting.

“Dee…” Orion sniffles. “I-It’s time to eat.”

They shuffle around for a moment, and finally, Dee’s tearstained face peeks out, the epitome of misery. Oily tears dried and caked to his face, vents still shuddering and hiccuping and leaking little bits of backed up cleanser. His mouth is downturned, lips still trembling, optics narrow and sore from so much crying. He hiccups, clinging tightly to Orion. He swallows, and rasps out his first words since Onyx Prime had left them. “I…” his voice cracks grandly, tone hoarse and stuffy. His systems are clogged. “I’b not- h-hungry…”

“C’mon, you’ve gotta be hungry,” B-127 speaks up, wringing his servos worriedly. The journey here had taken them multiple days, and D-16 had been violently ill the entire time. He had to be running on empty! There was hardly anything left in his tanks to throw up, and- “Ohhh, I get it. You’re scared you’re gonna vom again, ri-”

“Don’t-!” Dee covers his mouth, optics squeezed shut. “P-Please, don’t…”

Onyx Prime’s blessing had chased away the worst of his symptoms, for now, but it wouldn’t last forever. For the first time in several decacycles, his digestive tanks weren’t sloshing and roiling like a stormy sea, but they were still incredibly tender and sore from all the abuse they’d endured. He was sure, if he tried to refuel, it would just come back up. His fuel gauge was at a measly 7%: any further and he’d probably drop into stasis lock, but the idea of food was downright revolting.

“You must try, little one,” Alpha Trion implores him. “You will not recover if you are starving.”

Dee’s systems make a high pitched keening noise, and Orion gently rubs his arm. “...please, Dee?” he asks, voice soft and hesitant. “Just try? For me?” He picks up the cube in one shaking servo, raising it to the silver mech’s face. Dee’s expression remains pinched and uncomfortable, and Orion gives him a gentle squeeze. “C’mon�� one sip?”

Nearby, Elita huffs when D-16 still shakes his helm. “Well, I’m not refueling until you do.”

That gets his attention. He turns toward her, confusion painted on his face. “What are you-”

“If you’re going on a hunger strike then I am too,” she folds her arms in challenge, brows furrowed and lips pulled into a tight pout. “If you’re gonna try to starve yourself to death then I’m gonna starve to death, too.”

“Oh oh, oh! Me too, me too!” Bee eagerly waves one arm in the air. “I’ll go on strike too, I’ve always wanted to do a strike!”

D-16 glances back and forth between them, looking panicked. “Wait, no-”

“Me three,” Orion actually manages to smile. It’s small and frail, but it’s there, and Dee stares at him incredulously. “I’m not eating til you do, either.”

“Wha- bu-” at a loss, he glances at Alpha Trion for help, who looks just as bemused as he feels. “You guys, you c-can’t just-”

“Too bad,” Elita glowers at him challengingly. “You don’t want us to starve? Then you don’t get to starve, either. Fair’s fair.”

“Just ooone sip, Dee?” Orion looks hopefully, still holding up the cube of fuel. It’s begun to cool now, no longer steaming, but still every bit as thin and fluid as before. Orion gently sloshes the cube back and forth. “See, look, it’ll go down easy, you won’t even have to chew.”

Helpless against all three of them and unable to bear the idea of none of them eating because of him–especially after Orion carried him most of the way here and was probably painfully hungry as well–he nervously concedes. “...ok,” he swallows unsurely, eyeing the fuel with trepidation. Orion is gentle as he brings it forward to press against his mouth, and Dee tries to steal himself. The first sip flows into his mouth and he coughs, clamping one servo over his mouth and forcing it down. His tanks cramp painfully and he hunches over, but… nothing comes of it. He takes several slow breaths, then turns back to Orion, nodding.

His best friend smiles wider, and presses a gentle, chaste kiss to his temple before raising the cube once more. “Couple more, then we’ll have some, ok?”

Elita refuses to take the cube til D-16’s drained about 20% of the contents, at last dropping his face into Orion’s shoulder and telling them he really will get sick if he has any more. She gently takes it from him, refusing to let B-127 hold it, not trusting him not to drop or spill any of the precious fuel. “Open,” she commands, and he does as she says, letting her press it against his mouth and tilting it steeply. “Now chug.”

When he’s done gulping down his portion, she hands it back to Orion, who tries to protest. “No, uh, you go ahead-”

“Shut up,” she barks the order. “Drink, now!”

“Yes ma’m!” he squeaks, optics wide like a dipole-doe in headlights, drinking down the lukewarm energon.

Once they’ve all eaten–Alpha Trion included–the old Prime sits cross legged before them. There’s still more to talk about, like their missing cogs and the matter of D-16’s health. He tells them, in no uncertain terms, that so long as he hosts the sparkling within him? He’ll have to cater to its needs if he wants to stop being so sick. “I understand that this subject is very, uncomfortable for you,” he says, regretful. “But we cannot afford to delay. Your child will continue to sicken you until its material requirements are satisfied.”

D-16 seemed to shrink, looking queasy at the idea. “I- I can’t! Not with him, not after-” he gags and covers his mouth.

“No, not with him, little one. You have suffered his touch enough,” Alpha Trion shakes his head. “You shouldn’t engage with such things unless you are certain. But, in order for your sparkling to live and for your own health to improve, you must intake the proper donations, regularly.”

Dee huddles close to Orion, audials ringing and only half-listening as the much older mech explains. If they were still home in Iacon, it would’ve been easy. Ratchet could administer it artificially, he could be numb and not have to feel it. He could have his choice of donor; he knows plenty of his batchmates and fellow cogless would be more than willing to donate. He could have Orion next to him to hold his hand and distract him so he didn’t have to think about it.

Here, though…

Here, his options are limited. They don’t have the luxury of medical tools or numbing medication. No choice but to do it the old fashioned way, and the thought makes his tanks turn. He’s only just met B-127. He likes the little chatterbox well enough, but he could never be intimate with him. Ever. Elita, he knows her better, but their relationship had always been rather strictly professional, and the idea of her domineering and straightforward personality being directed at him while they… oh, Primus, no. The thought makes him want to cry. He… he never wants to interface again, honestly. Just considering it makes him feel dirty, makes shame burn at his cheeks and neck.

Alpha Trion made it clear that he would if asked, but D-16 can’t imagine asking anything more of the mystical mech that’s looking after them. Besides, they just met, and he’s so much bigger than them… about the same size as Sentinel. He shudders just thinking about it.

That leaves only Orion, but… he can’t ask him. He- He suffered the same thing that Dee did, Sentinel had violated him too, how could he be so selfish and ask him to engage in the most disgusting and horrible thing of all? How could he ask his friend to touch the same place Sentinel had, how could he ask him to help grow that monster’s spawn? Orion didn’t deserve to have such a choice foisted on him-

“...Dee,” Orion’s voice drifts into his audials like a soothing balm, so warm and gentle. “Hey, um… c-can I- I mean, I wouldn’t mind if-”

“What?!”

Orion makes a sound that almost passes as a humorless laugh. His weight shifts beneath D-16, and he snuggles him close. He hasn’t let go this whole time, keeping his carrying friend cocooned safely in his arms for several megacycles. He rocks them both back and forth for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I just... I- I know this’s gonna be… h-hard. Really hard,” he swallows and blinks rapidly, as his optics strain to fill with tears but his reserves are still empty. “B-But, we- uh-” his optics flit over to Elita and B-127. The femme takes the hint, pointedly turning away and loudly asking Bee a question. Orion lowers his lips to murmur softly in Dee’s audio receptor. “We were both there, I- I’ve already seen you and you’ve already seen me, so, it- it won’t be awkward, and I won’t tell anyone, and,” he presses his nose into D-16’s cheek, optics sliding closed. “I… w-wanna do it with you. Cuz-”

Because you’re not Sentinel. Because I trust you. Because I love you. Because I’m worried for you and this is the only way I can help you.

So many reasons, and all of the words die in his throat. Unable to speak, he cuddles closer to Dee, letting their EM fields mix and mingle. He doesn’t push, doesn’t try to force it, and instead just lets his emotions flow and ebb like the tide, lapping up against his dearest friend, hope and tenderness offering themselves warmly. To his relief, Dee heaves a sigh of relief and snuggles into him, one servo snaking around to gently interlace their fingers and squeeze him tight.

“You…” he takes a shaky invent. “Y-You really… wouldn’t mind?” Orion nods in affirmation, and Dee gives his first, weak little smile in days. It's sheer relief, realizing he won't have to suffer through it with a stranger and, instead, his best and most beloved friend. “Ok,” it comes out in a whispered rush. “Alright… y-yeah, ok… let’s- l-let’s do it.”

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And that's a wrap on this piece! Hope you enjoyed it lol, next time prepare for schmoopy fluffy adorable healing sex between these two traumatized babies. Part 4 only comes when ya'll abuse my ask box for it, so~

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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 1~

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, implied sh on FL, oral on M!, explicit language, partial handjob on M!, exhibitionism, non con cumplay, reader voms(not described), overstim, not proofread.

song rec: Personal Pornstar by Bludnymph <3 (lol it’s not the MOST fitting for this part, but i had it on replay for like 5 days and it’s def playing in Lucy’s lil head too)

anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

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Your room is pitch black in a block wide black out and something… Smells off? There’s a rusty tang in the air. You try to close your eyes anyway. It’s just your imagination. It’s always just your imagination. That’s what they’ve always told you.

Why does your room always smell metallic?

It’s fake.

It’s not real.

Sometimes when you close your eyes your walls are bleeding, and sometimes there’s a woman crying blood above you on your bed… Sometimes, someone’s standing in the corner of the room with an axe, and that’s the one that really makes your heart beat loud, yet you have no idea why.

It’s just your night terrors.

That’s what the meds are for.

You reach around in the dark, fingertips tap against the pressed wood table, and slip down to find the knob. Before you can even pull it out-

*Creak*

You freeze.

A footstep down the hall draws your eyes to your doorway adjacent. You can’t see shit, but you know the door’s there. And wide open.

*Creak*

You’re breathing through your mouth as silently as you can, listening for anything other than-

*Creak*

It’s a night terror.

You’re asleep right now. or hallucinating while half asleep.

That’s all it is.

~

She’s standing just down the hall.

She feels like dancing, she’s really in your appartment!! and you’re in here! She can hardly contain herself!

If you saw who she was, instead of just a dark silhouette, you’d recognize her. She went to the same school as you growing up. She goes to your college now. And she’s always just been, around.

Lucy is really cute! and has a lot of the same interests from what you’ve gathered… She’s just extremely shy, so when you try to actually talk to her she either whispers, or just “eeep’s!” and runs away. She’s a trust fund baby. For one reason or another you never perused her, not that you never thought about what’s under her clothes, or wanted to get to know her more.

And now, she’s in your apartment, like she is most nights since the first day she saw you. Well in the beginning she was going into your parents house. Now that you’re all on your own, she gets free reign of your apartment.

She’s been getting bolder.

You pop a med and close your eyes.

The last time she was in your room she checked your browsing history, and found some porn that must’ve interested you!

She’d look again today, but she got carried away in her fantasies and cut the wires down the road!

~

You have at least one responsibility every day, but your college days only take up about 3 hours. So it isn’t that bad… You sigh.

When you get dressed, and pull a shirt from under your bed, something rolls out with it over the woodgrains…

Is that…

A glass bottle, about the length of your hand, full of blood??

You gag.

How did this get here!?

Maybe, you think, it was just here when you moved in! yeah… That’s probably it…

You end up throwing up into the toilet and throwing the bottle into a trash bag and immediately taking it out.

~

Lucy is already in class, she isn’t looking as giddy as normal. She’s glaring daggers straight ahead, not really looking at anything that you can see.

“Hey Lucy! you alright?” you wave gently.

“Y/N!” She peeps! “H-hey! Um, yup! I’m just a little sleepy today! sall…” She fakes a yawn and stretches, bringing her arms up over her head. Her very full chest bobbles as she does.

You sit next to her and she shakes for a second. “You sure that’s all?”

“Mhm!” She confirms.

“Okay, I won’t press you but i’m here if you need to talk”

“Th-thank you” She says as she shudders.

She’s always a little strange, but she’s nice, and probably means well.

“H-Hey Y-Y/N…” she audibly swallows.

“Hm?” You respond right before she puts her hand on your thigh, and even though the professor isn’t in yet, she’s staring straight at the board. her pale face already as red as a strawberry.

You look down, surprised, and back up, and down again.

Your pants feel tighter it’s unfair. All she had to do was touch you in one little spot so close to where you really need attention, but so agonizingly far.

You were never really friends, so there’s nothing there to ruin… If this is what she wants. She’s probably just messing with you anyway.

Even her ears are red, she has her orange hair over her other shoulder. giving you full view of the couple freckles that spot her neck.

Her hand glides over your lap until her hand has climbed Mt.YourPants and is now pressing down rubbing almost painfully through the fabric against you.

You put the back of your hand to her bare thigh and feel her jump, with a cute “ee!” Slowly you flip it over, caressing her with just the tips of your fingers. She shudders.

You press your palm flat against her skin, she’s soft and warm. Even her thighs have a few freckles. Slowly you slide your hand under the hem of her skirt, you pass over the jagged feeling of a long cut healing, and further up there’s a lot of big bandages.

“A-are you alr—”

“It’s nothing!” She assures you, but it doesn’t settle the feeling in your gut that something is off. She takes your hand shakily and puts it on your desk.

Immediately following, her hand moves back to your thigh and creeps back into place at your center.

You kinda forget about what just happened.

Her nails have little hand painted angel wings over pale pink polish. She’s so cute.

Your still half-hard dick against the fabric is really uncomfortable. She can’t be planning on taking it too far since you’re in class, so you try to relax a little, and you think this is probably the extent of it.

She turns in her seat, placing her other hand in your lap, and is now unzipping and unbuttoning your pants. You jump up a little and shoo her hands away. Your head frantically swivels around the room before turning back to her, “Lucy!” You hiss, “We can’t do that here!” Your face is hot.

“Why not…? I’ve seen people do it before.” She tries to match your volume, still just barely above her usual whisper.

“What!? Here!?” you feel bad that she even had to witness something like that!!

“You know what else i’ve seen…” The words exit her mouth ominously, and her face deepens a shade.

You gulp…. Do you wanna know? “Wh-what?”

She gets up, and scoots her chair back a little…

Then she climbs under the shared desk and gets in front of your legs.

“Wh-What are you doing!! Lucy!!” You try to keep your voice down, but you can’t help but raise it in a slightly higher pitch.

“What?… Do you not—I really want to… Please Y/N?” she looks down, her big brown doe eyes looking away sheepishly.

Your dick twitches. Her cleavage is on display just below you, and presses against your legs. She’s practically begging to play with your cock. But if you get caught… You gulp yet again.

Your brows are hiked up in worry, eyes locked on her chest and how red even they’re getting. “O-kay Lucy… B-but please be careful!” You cannot believe what you’re letting her do.. In class!!! Your dick must be talking for you.

Eyes now alight with pure joy and excitement, she opens your jeans and gets your cock out.

Your tip was really getting irritated in there! It feels instantly better even though it’s a little too cool— “Haaaah!!” She wraps both her hands around the base of you, fingers interlocked. She definitely doesn’t know what she’s doing, but you appreciate her enthusiasm.

Her thumbs massage the underside of your length, it isn’t too bad. They come up under your tip and press teasingly against it. She scooches even closer burrowing her way between your spreading legs. You slouch more in your chair, head resting on your thumb and finger as you try and look nonchalant.

She finally brings her hands up all the way and rubs them over your head. You aren’t looking so when you feel her hot breath on you, you can’t help but jump!

She kitten licks you first, just savoring your flavor, you think you feel her kiss your dick before you feel yourself get swallowed up entirely. She gags on you, so you reach under the table and place your hand on her soft hair. “Please, Lucy… Be quiet…” You start to shudder, her throat contracts around you and she’s sucking you so hard by the time she pulls back.

She’s eagerly licking up your pre and you even hear her slurp, it’s so hot, but someone is definitely gonna hear! “Mmmm!” She moans around you.

You look around and almost everyone has earbuds in. You sigh in relief and your dick starts to pulse and twitch more and more in her warm mouth. You almost let go in that moment, but it feels so good, you don’t want it to end.

Her tongue is flat against you and licks your underside. She keeps running it over your head, and teasing your slit and when she pulls away she sucks even harder, everytime you almost “Ooo” out loud, but you try to hold it in.

You hear her moan again and can’t keep it in this time, “Hnnng!” You shoot your load into her, which she seems to keep in her mouth…

She takes some onto her fingers from her mouth before swallowing the rest.

You feel her wrap her lips tightly around your softening, leaking dick again and knee the table in surprise. “Mm!”

“Okay Lu-Lucy!” You pat her head to tap out, but she keeps going. Your stomach flutters from overstimulation.

Your dick re-hardens without pressure building up, you just feel the excess of pleasure around you.

She presses her fingers against her tight pussy and rubs while she continues to suck all the soul out of your body.

She’s whimpering and shaking now, you imagine she’s fingering herself… You want to look.

You slouch further in your seat so that there’s a slit between the table and your body that you can see your dick completely swallowed up by a shuddering girl.

Her face is hungrily pressed against you, “mm!” her whimpers continue to vibrate around you, when is the last time someone’s been this enthusiastic about your dick?

You see her arm violently moving as she fingers herself with your cum.

She can barely fit two of her little fingers in her tight pussy, it’s such a stretch for her… And she’s imagining your dick inside her! Oh she really can’t stand it! The thought of you stretching her instead of her stupid little fingers.

“Mm!!” You watch her twitch and then settle, but she keeps sucking on you, it’s getting to be too much for you, you don’t understand this sensation, you already came, but you’re still hard and feeling extremely hot.

“Lucy…” you plead. You aren’t even worried about the other people in the room but your getting fatigued.

She pulls off of you with a small *pop* “S-s-sorry… Y/N… Hah… I g-got carried away…” She looks down, filled with guilt.

You find her chin with your hand and pull her face to look up at you. Your dick twitches between you two, and you feel embarrassed for a second as if she wasn’t just sucking the life out of you. “come back up here please,” You smile at her.

As she climbs back up her seat, you fix yourself, and the professor walks in.

From Cookie!

Lemme know how i did! this is my first ever x M! so i hope i can get better and make more!!! 🙈✨

[mapsontheweb]

Slavic majority areas in Germany and Austria-Hungary 1910

1️⃣ Übersichtskarte der Verbreitung der Deutschen in Europa / für den deutschen Schulverein zusammengestellt von H. Kiepert ; Lith. Anst. v. Leop. Kraatz, Berlin 

2️⃣ Nationalitätenkarte der östlichen Provinzen des Deutschen Reichs nach den Ergebnissen der amtlichen Volkszählung vom Jahre 1910Spett, Jakub 

3️⃣ Az Osztrák-Magyar Monarchia anyanyelvi és vallási térképe 1910-ben, településszintű interaktív adatok, diagramok

by sgp.maps

[bejeweldskeleton]

Ulzhan - Das vergessene Licht (Schlöndorff, 2007), Shadow and Bone (Bardugo & Heisserer, 2021-2023), House of the Dragon (Martin & Condal, 2022-), Aespa: Armageddon MV (Yoon, 2024)

MMFF Edits: Istorii Sankt‘ya by @bejeweldskeleton

A look passed between them; a silent understanding that this might be the end for them, but not the rebellion. Dizzy with grief, Valeriya turned around and with a last, determined swing, brought the roof of the cave down, burying them all under the endless ice of the Fjerdan sea.

She is known as the patron saint of unexpected revelations and the faithful.

Lol. Ne Woche krank sein und man stöbert schon wieder ganz nostalgisch in Pinterestboards alter Ideen, die höchstwahrscheinlich nie das Licht der Welt erblicken werden. Istorii Sankt‘ya ist eine dieser MMFF-Ideen, die mich damals vor 2 Jahren unglaublich gepackt hat, dass ich sogar @hitching-hiker eine Zeit lang anstecken und zum lesen der Bücher bekommen konnte, bis … ja lol sich dann alles irgendwie unter den Ansprüchen des echten Lebens verlaufen hat und man nie wieder richtig in den Groove gefunden hat. Schade Marmelade.

Aber was war Istorii Sankt‘ya überhaupt? Ganz unschwer zu erkennen, ist die Geschichte im Grishaverse angesetzt und hat etwas mit dem Buch der Heiligen zu tun - ein Plotpunkt, der mir damals in der Serie auch viel zu kurz kam, wo ich die Ansätze von Religion und Volkstum um die Heiligen in den Büchern so spannend fand (minus die KOS-Duologie lol). Jedenfalls war der Grundpitch, den ich @hitching-hiker damals gemacht habe ein simples „Grishaverse meets Rogue One“: eine rag tag Gruppe an Grisha wird vom Darkling auf eine geheime Suchmission nach einem bestimmten wertvollen Artefakt - die reale Istorii Sankt‘ya von Morozova - geschickt, um endlich Freiheit für Grisha zu erlangen und sind dabei schön doomed from the start.

Wir reisen durch die ganze bekannte (und weniger bekannte) Welt des Grishaverse, gehen clues nach, formen uns unter trials and tribulations zu einer richtigen found family und entdecken dabei nach und nach, welche tatsächlichen Intentionen der Darkling mit dem Heiligenbuch verfolgt. Natürlich müssten die Charaktere sich dann entscheiden, was sie tun wollen, wenn sie die Istorii Sankt‘ya endlich in den Händen halten. Die Augen vor dem verschließen, was sie auf ihrer Reise erfahren haben und das Buch zum Darkling zurückbringen, koste es was es wolle? Oder … Hoffnung wählen, auch wenn es das eigene Leben kostet.

Und oh well. Doomed I say. Sie alle sterben und werden im Laufe der Zeit selbst mystifiziert, sodass sich ihre Geschichte, fantastischer und moralisch simpler als es irl je war, nahtlos in die ganzen anderen Heiligensagen der Istorii Sankt‘ya einreihen kann. Ich hatte dafür an so eine framing Struktur gedacht, sodass jeder Akt von jeweils zwei kurzen Mythenerzählungen über Sankta X und Sankt Y, Schutzheilige von XY, eingerahmt wären. Hach ja, große Träume lol.

Die o.g. und im Edit zu sehende Valeriya wäre mein Charakter gewesen, eine Inferni und das Bastardkind eines höheren Adligens, das er kommentarlos aus seiner Zeit in den Grenzkriegen mit Shu Han zurückgebracht hatte. Gläubig aus Überlebensnotwendigkeit in einem Land, das in ihr sowohl das Fremde als auch das Monster sieht, sollte sie einsam und ungeliebt aufwachsen sein und sich dabei stets nach einer höheren Bedeutung gesehnt haben. Diese begegnete ihr in ihrer Jugend in Form des Darklings, der sich ihr, in einer seiner Untertauchen-Phasen befindend, als Privatlehrer annähert, um über sie und vor allem ihre Family ConnectionTM wieder zu alter Macht zurückzufinden. Ergo viel ein wenig klassische, jahrelange Manipulation und voilá, the Darkling and his guard dog, kingmaker, most loyal disciple. Zumindest bis sie anfängt, die Rechtschaffenheit seines Handelns zu hinterfragen.

Zeitlich wäre die Story bis kurz vor den Ereignissen im ersten Band der SaB-Trilogie angesetzt gewesen, so direkt the gang sacrifices themselves for the greater good -> Heiligenbuch kommt irgendwie beim Apparat an -> Alina versucht die Schattenflur zu durchqueren und strahlt heller als LED-Scheinwerfer um Mitternacht.

[jigsawsvictim]

thats cool and all but are you currently cheering your highschool sweetheart benny rodriguez and his baseball team on during a game? i didnt think so

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 ; b. rodriguez x fem!reader

modern!au

summary : benny has a big game coming up, so of course you’re gonna be there to support him. Not just because you want to but because you’re head cheerleader

warnings: none but benny is 16 in this, fluff, some cursing

You took in a deep breath in you’re cheer uniform as you prepared yourself to chant the saying you practiced many times before.

“You don’t got no problems you just talk like you!”

standing in front of you as you waved your hands in the air, clapping my hands and stomping your feet to the rhythm in your head that you memorized as you continued the rest taking short pauses between each word was an amused Benny nodding his head following the rhythm you were keeping up.

“Let me show you that you don’t want no problems you just talk like you do! say it to my face and nuck if you buck come out from them bleachers so wassup get buck!”

after repeating the words and clapping your hands a final time Benny finally spoke up”that was amazing baby”he said happily but still sounding calm and cool like he always does. He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning in for a kiss. ”I can’t wait to see you perform it at my big game tomorrow”you smiled at him and rested your hands on his chest. “But Benny I’m so nervous for tomorrow; what if I mess up?”

He frowned a little before pinching your cheek and smiling at you again. ”You’re gonna do great babe you always do”you laughed through your nose. “you flatter me Benny but I’m serious what if i mess it up, I missed 3 practices when I was sick remember?”. He frowned again. “cmon baby don’t be like that, you’re the best cheerleader I know you’re not gonna mess this up, just put your all into it and I know you’ll do great”. You smiled up at him”thanks Benny”

The game was after school and it was currently last period. (Y/n) was anxiously tapping her pencil and bouncing her leg up and down. She was already ready and in her cheer uniform as to save time and not rush to get ready for the game last minute. She glanced at her phone to check the time and seeing it was almost time to leave she got her stuff together. As the bell rang she rushed out the room and pushed through the crowd to get to the locker room to meet up with her friends.

As she arrived at the locker room and stuffed her bag into the tiny locker her friend approached her. “Do you have any lip gloss I can borrow? I forgot mine at home”. (Y/n) pulled out the tiny tube filled with gloss and handed it to her friend as she said a quick thanks before beginning to roll it onto her lips. (Y/n) broke the silence by speaking. ”are you nervous too?”. Her friend handed her back the gloss then replied with”totally, I feel like I’m gonna vom from how nervous I am”(Y/n) made a slight face of disgust. “I’m so nervous, especially since Benny’s gonna be watching”

“He always watches you cheer though, hell he plays on the fucking team and is arguably the best player on the team of course he’s gonna be there watching you”you stared at your friend blankly not seeing what she was getting at. She sighed before continuing. “What I’m saying is Benny is always there watching you cheer, whats different that you get nervous now?”. (Y/n) shrugged and leaned on the set of lockers across from where hers was and thought about how she was going to respond. “I don’t know I guess I just don’t wanna mess this up and embarrass myself or Benny”

Her friend nodded her head. “You’re not gonna mess up though. That’s why you’re head cheerleader, remember? You’re the best this shitty school could find”. You smiled and laughed lightly before looking down and fidgeting with your skirt. “Thanks”She smiled at you before changing the subject. “Let’s go before coach starts bitching at us for being late” she said before making her way out of the locker room and to the field as you followed behind her

As you and your friend were making you’re way to the field you saw the baseball team in their positions before the game including Benny. You smiled and blew a kiss at him which he returned by catching it. You made your way to where the rest of the cheerleaders were, fixed into neat rows separating them by jv and varsity. “Ready girls?”your coach yelled and looking at you signaling for you to start.

“You don’t got no problems you just talk like you!”starting off the chant while you yelled out while waving your hands then clapping your hands. “Let me show you that you don’t got no problems you just talk like you do! Say it to my face and nuck if you buck come out from them bleachers so wassup get buck!”the team all yelled while stomping their feet and clapping their hands in unison. After repeating the chant a couple times it ends with the crowd clapping and Benny sending you a thumps up.

You smiled looking at Benny in excitement. It was all up to Benny to win since the game was tied. Benny took a quick glance at you, winked, then looked back at the pitcher. The sun was blazing and you could see sweat starting to build up under Benny’s helmet. He adjusted his stance on home base, making sure his grip on the bat was tight. Then the pitcher made his move, and there he was, swinging his bat with all his might.

"cmon Benny run!!"

He was running faster than you’ve ever seen him. You could tell he really enjoyed baseball and this is where he belonged and wanted to be for the rest of his days, on the diamond. You could see the other team scramble for the ball, Benny’s own teammates cheering as he rounded the bases easily. One of the outfielders tried to throw the ball to a boy on third base, but it didn’t show that it phased Benny. Suddenly he had an explosion of speed, and slid onto home base just in time. His teammates erupted into cheers as the game ended. He took off his helmet and quickly talked to his teammates before he ran over to you, picking you up and twirling you around. “You did it Benny you won!”you smiled brightly looking down at him.

He set you down and kissed you gently, holding your face. “You did great with your cheer too. I told you you could do it”you laughed. “I have to go get my stuff and I know you do too. I’ll wait for you because I know you take longer”he looked down in slight embarrassment but laughed about it anyway. “Alright baby I’ll see you and we can go get something to eat to celebrate”he said kissing your cheek before running inside the school to the locker rooms. You stood there silently looking at Benny run away in admiration. Benny was the sweetest guy you knew and you plan to marry him at some point and grow old with him. After a while you went to the locker room and got your bag from your locker before going outside to meet your boyfriend.

You stood outside by the doors for only a little bit before Benny walked up beside you telling you he was ready to leave and starting walking hand in hand. “Where do you wanna go to eat”you looked over at him to see him looking down at his feet while kicking a rock. “I don’t know baby why don’t you choose?”he looked up at you squinting his eyes due to the sun shining down on them. “No you choose today because you won your big game”you frowned slightly at him before he sighed slightly and looked back down at his feet finding a new rock to kick. “why don’t we just go to a gas station and get some slushies and horrible microwaved burritos?”you smiled brightly at him. “I’d really like that”

lol i suck at ending stories

i havent written anything since like 2018 wattpad writing about creepypastas so if this is bad or if theres any errors im rlly sorry i havent wrote in years and i changed the pov like half way through from 1st person to 3rd person, i proofread this but i mightve missed sum stuff so sorry for that. also i didnt rlly know what to tag this as sorry

thanks for reading tho follow if u want