#i clipped his parts for your viewing pleasure

[illiana-mystery]

This man is so wholesome in this interview. It's so precious. 😊😍

[ifangirlalot]

finn comforting and praising thick!reader while they fuck n hes so soo rough while he talks her though it hhhfhhfhfhshs ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

can i be ur 🍥 anon :oo

┊ ➶ 𝓯inn wolfhard x 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓿𝔂!reader ｡˚ ° | !!𝙎𝙈𝙐𝙏!!

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕 & 𝖕𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖊 | afab!reader, creampie, curve fetish, praise, spanking

Love Note From Zee ;;

welcome to the filth fam, 🍥 nonnie!

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Finn raised his head from between [Name]'s perfectly rounded thighs, his red lips swollen and wet from sucking on her wet, juicy cunt. He had been there now for God knows how long, he had lost count after her third or fourth orgasm. He had such a hard time resisting the soft thickness of her body, but it got so much worse whenever she let herself wear short skirts with halters and cute little heart shaped clips that left sweet indents in her soft skin.

Finn's hand stroked the skin of her thigh for a few moments before he suddenly smacked his palm against it. His cum-dumb baby let out a gasp as she jumped slightly, causing her thighs to jostle and jiggle in the most charming way. The corners of his mouth tugged upward into a lopsided smirk.

His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his hand continued stroking, slapping, and groping her sweet thighs. God, he loved those thighs. He loved seeing the skin there pink and marked in the shape of his hand. Loved watching the skin jiggle about. It was just the cutest.

"You've been so good, dolly," he cooed, raising himself up to his knees as his hands went to his waist to unhook his belt. "But, I think you can be even better. Just pull your pretty little legs up there and I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't see straight, 'kay?"

[Name] mewled and did as she was told, her hands reaching up and curving beneath her thighs and pulling them up so they were resting against her lush bust. Her skirt folded upward, giving Finn an even better, more wide view of her pussy. Her pussy lips were pink and coated with sticky cum from her last few orgasms. Poor, dumb little baby had been violently tongue fucked to her breaking point so many times, she couldn't even speak when she was spoken to.

But he liked it that way.

Finn smiled innocently, as though he wasn't about to violently fuck her into oblivion. "Good girl. Just stay right there for me." He unzipped his fly and folded down the waistband of his boxers. As he moved himself over her, he had to be careful with the way that he pushed his dick in her. Too quick and he'd cum as soon as his tip parted her sweet cunt. Those curves, that soft skin, they'd have him shooting out hot ropes of sperm before he could thrust.

[Name] whined softly, her legs quaking as he thrusted slowly for a few minutes. He quickly had enough of that shit, though, and gradually slid from grinding to pounding. He gripped her neck firmly enough to place pressure on her throat, but not nearly hard enough as to have her gasping for breath. He could hear the loud pap pap pap from her wet cunt as he cock abused her hole. [Name] was squealing and moaning and whimpering beneath him, drool dribbling from her plump, wet lips.

"Oh, that's a good girl," he praised, his voice gruff but gentle despite the rough movements of his hips as he stretched her open again and again. He took his hand off her throat and grabbed her thighs, readjusting them and pressing them against his waist.

"Come on baby, give me a squeeze. I wanna hear my bones popping." Finn demanded, rearing back and shoving back into her rougher than he had been doing. [Name] moaned loudly and did as she was told once more, her thighs pressing hard against his hips. He groaned and threw his head back. His dark hair was damp with sweat as his eyebrows furrowed from the pleasure. "Fuck, that's it, atta girl…"

He gave a couple more hard shoves into her sopping wet pussy before he slowly pulled out. She let him know of her disapproval by letting out a whiny mewl.

"Hush." Finn said, gently yet firmly, as he smacked her thighs, leaving yet another hand print on her skin. He wrapped her hair around his fist like a horse's rein and flipped her over with one swift movement. He moved the skirt up over her again and pressed her face into the mattress. Once he pulled her hips off the ground, he smirked and slid himself back in again, continuing his sexual abuse where he had left off, this time with his fingers roughly digging into her lush hips as [Name] let out muffled, pleasured sobs.

He wasn't sure how much longer he could keep it up without spilling into her. He had to make it count. He grunted with every thrust back into her, his movements steadily becoming sloppy and uneven. Finn bent forward, tangling one of his hands into her locks again as he doubled his speed. Finally, he felt the knot in his navel unravel as he spilled hot rope after hot rope of seed in her sticky hole. One look between her legs told him she'd already came once before, as the white liquid trickled down her thighs and dripped to the soiled bed sheets. He must have been too caught up in ecstasy to notice.

"Good girl.. oh, you're so good.." Finn whispered breathlessly as he slowly pulled out. "Next time, I want you to get off on my head."

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[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

TAG LIST - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[desire-mona]

things abt dps i feel like we dont address enough (photos attached will be shit quality, i took screenshots from yt clips LMAO)

heavily ib @pencileraser1's post abt stuff he noticed n such

the fucking KIDS at welton. the CHILDREN. maybe its just me but i always find myself forgetting that welton isnt a highschool + there are in fact a lot more students than the ones we're focusing on. thats what makes welton so like. evil? to me? they start pushing these kids into a box EARLY.

related, i wouldve LOVED to see how(/if?) keating taught these kids, or rly any other class! he has other classes!!! i think!

ok. of course. neil is a smoker, we've touched on that. but charlie is too?? and he's the one who provides the cigs???? obviously the easy explanation is that he does it to be rebellious and stuff but also Is There Something Else. much to think abt. also wondering where he gets his cigs but thats not rly anything i dont think.

this ones just funny but when mr perry tells the boys they can take a seat and todd simply does not. i KNOW he wasnt sitting before and he needs to unpack and stuff but ITS STILL FUNNY.

"take your seats boys"

"🧍"

also my guilty pleasure is the dps but its todd being anxious video bc man usually crack videos arent my jam but unfortunately i find it so funny

also!!! neil calling his dad sir. obviously its something so glaringly obvious that we dont need to have a discussion abt how theres a disconnect between them. like wow rly thanks mona i didnt know. but come on!!! it makes me sad!!! also they shake hands later in this scene and its the most affectionate/ friendly we see these two get. and its a handshake. and i think what makes it worse is that neil is a SUPER physically affectionate person with his friends. if u watch the movie and pay attention to how often he's touching someone else then ur gonna be like man. he rly was jumping at every opportunity huh.

something about the way neil and the boys act around mr perry makes me view him as more of a drill sargent than anything. everyone immediately stands upon him entering the room. they dont sit until given permission. it rly puts the whole military school thing into perspective but NOT ENOUGH TO SATISFY ME. as much as i hate mr perry, i wanna know what his life was like growing up. this man lived thru the great depression AND wwii, theres stories.

cam's stupid fucking face when keatings behind him larping ghosts. i will never stop talking about how sassy this kid is. the dps redheads go criminally unacknowledged in terms of comedy because OH MY GOD. CAM AND MEEKS WERE SO FUCKING FUNNY??? they both pulled the most dastardly judgemental looks and they make me cackle. a bit earlier in this scene meeks goes full 🙄🤨 on sniffles (tissue kid. i call him sniffles) and it is, without exaggeration, my fav part of the movie.

the fact that i totally thought knox was gonna fall off his bike and eat shit in this scene. it would be so out of place since dps isn't exactly full of physical comedy but GOD i still fully anticipated it. either that or him getting attacked by a bird. theres totally symbolism surrounding birds in this movie btw and idk what to make of it. if any of u lovely ppl have a theory then lmk immediately.

keating so accurately calling cam out being like "is this right is this right. am i walking right." BC YESSS. i will eventually make a fully fledged cam post but to briefly touch on it, i find cam to be very confused on what is right, usually in terms of morals. a whole situation of confusing your personal values with the rules, thinking theyre one in the same, and completely abandoning what u actually believe. unfortunately i think neils death rly amplified that nd is what led him to tattle. cuz cam is still willing to break the rules in the beginning of the movie!! he's outwardly judgemental but he still does it!! much to discuss, i promise i will eventually.

keatings face after todd yawps!!! theres not much to say here he is just so proud!!! sweet little moment!!!! keatpostin!!!!!!!!

YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

u guys know im an avid knox hater but this made me giggle. rip knox overstreet u wouldve loved twitch streaming.

THE SPECIFICS OF THIS SHOT. i was gonna make a post a while ago being like "idk i find it funny that the main focus of this shot isnt even one of the poets" and then i realised that WAITTTTTTT THATS THE POINT!!!! keating reached kids besides the poets!!! u didnt have to be in the dead poets society to be affected by the way he taught his classes!!! u just had to be his student!!!!! also i love the fact that the kids who stayed seated r ASHAMED. EMBARRASSED.

the ending shot. oihghgghgg. it was SUCH a choice to set it up this way and honestly i adore peter for making it. this shot is SOOOO UNCOMFORTABLE TO LOOK AT and i love it. when i first watched this i was like "uhm ok interesting choice putting todd between this kids legs but I GET IT. one of the biggest things i remember from the film classes i took is that the way u set up shots is sooo important narratively, and one way to rly push the narrative is the space around a character in a shot. for example! if u have a character on screen surrounded by a TON of negative space then it rly emphasises how alone/ isolated they are. on the other end of the spectrum (the todd spectrum), if you surround a character in a shot with other objects or obstructions, like todd and this kids legs, then it rly emphasises how trapped and confined they are. looking at this makes me feel like. claustrophobic almost, like it's genuinely a bit harder to breathe looking at it. TODD IS STILL TRAPPED IN THAT SCHOOL. YES HE STOOD ON THE DESK AND YES HE NOW HAS THE MOTIVATION TO BE MORE CONFIDENT BC OF NEIL BUT HE! IS STILL! TRAPPED THERE!

more on todd since im on a roll here.

i was also gonna add that we dont rly talk about todd personality wise outside of poetry and anxiety but then i realised, what else is there? we dont really see much about him as a person outside of that, and i think thats the point! todd is constantly overshadowed by his brother, we know that, but i dont think we realise HOW MUCH that ties in with his entire character. quite honestly, outside of poetry and anxiety, ALL we have surrounding todd is his brother and his achievements. and of course! that makes sense! his parents want him to be just like his brother, they dont care about who he is as a person. UGH.

the desk set scene rly is the most insight we'll get into todds actual personality and desires imo, and thats what kills me. he wants a car!!!! get this boy a car!!!!!!!!! we rly see him start to open up before neils death and i wouldve LOVED to get to know todd when he's actually in a place to be himself!! but of course we never got that! sobs.

anywho. thats all i have for now. PLEASE share ur thoughts if u have any pls pls pls. encouraging discussion!! i love love love hearing about the specifics nd stuff, theres soooo much to pick apart abt this movie so i wanna hear everyones thoughts.

[madlificent]

Among the Shooting Stars - Werewolf AU Clip Studio Paint Pro Part 2 Hello! I am Maddie and this my first truly public art post in some time! I've been a digital illustrator for over 10 years now, but due to some outside pressures I dropped it for a spell until I took some time for therapy and self-reflection. Now I'm back to making art for myself and for art's sake. My partner and I are working on a grander creative story project for our gaggle of OCs, but as that is far... far from shareable, I wanted to start posting up the Werewolf AU that came to me after listening to Sonata Arctica's Among the Shooting Stars. The scene depicts a tragic moment where Sorochi has been hunted and cornered by her partner Aurora, whom she was not aware was a fledgling werewolf with little control over his bestial state. What was sort of meant to be a one-off illustration has spiraled into three illustrations and a ton of brainstorming. I plan to write some companion prose to accompany these pieces, but as I am still fine-tuning that, I will post those on a reblog at a later date. Going forward, my posts will always be formatted with an indicator of whether or not they are fanart, canon art concepts for our project, AUs, etc. in much the same manner as this post was. My posting will be as I complete things, so I don't want to set any sort of scheduling expectations for you all. I am just making art of my silly little characters and passing it on for your viewing pleasure!

[vilixxr]

pretty bird

king!john x gn!reader. mdni.

tags: infantilization a little, one sided love, misinterpretation, savior complex, smut, implied painful sex, anal, worshipping, mans is genuinely insane sorry

notes: john saves you, a bird of clipped wings, and gives you a world for you to rule. a cage put on display, for the kingdom to worship, with you sat in the middle. is that not what you’ve dreamt of?

wc: 835

Imagine John as a king, and you a ruler placed by his side. Born from gravel, taken in to have you drowned in gold.

His pretty bird, his treasure, his beautiful bird. His beauty that he loved with all his heart. More than you could ever fathom.

He loves you, he saves your soul from the creatures dipped in sin, and you never had the capacity to love him the same way. Your mind could never wrap around it, he realized. You could never try and pretend to reciprocate his type of love, where he believes in "till death do us part", while you'll settle for a simple (unsatisfying) "I love you".

You may try, however. Pathetically, you reach a little further, set your hands upon his chest, kiss him with tenderness that makes him chuckle. You fold your wings in, but not enough, just to make up for the love you can’t form.

Oh, pretty bird. There’s no need for you to try. You have no need to do anything, as he'll hold enough love for the both of you.

In the deepest part of the castle, he twists every limb, makes you a doll that fits his desires. He beams at how lovely you look, and the smile he receives in return is something that he'd hang up on the wall. A masterpiece, lopsided. Much more realistic than your plastic smile. It's so utterly human, and you gave him the privilege to view it himself. Overjoyed, it almost looks like anguish. You have no need to know anguish any longer.

For he keeps you safe, encased in the walls of his palace. Safe from what lurked on the outside. Diseased, riddled with infection, that he could not bear to let drip against your warm skin molded by gods above. Those creatures were of no use to have around, and who has he to leave you tortured by the venom they spit?

“My treasure, my sweet,” he coos, atop the throne he worships you in. His hands cup your face in silent revelation, his fingers gliding against the lobes of your ears. The way you try to look at him, catch his eye with that look that screams of beauty, he knows that you feel so much safer with him. Your home, stocked with the world at your disposal.

Oh, he was ecstatic over your happiness. The genuine grin you had shown, whilst covered in lavish robes that mimic the gold that others would only imagine.

It weighs heavy against your body, though he doesn’t mind. All the more reason for you to stay. Weighed down by gifts that he spoils you with, while you whine as if you were drowning. The golden thorns you adorn shimmers against the sunlight streaming through the windows, and he beams as tears, crusted in silver, pool along your eyelids. So happy, you are brought to tears. So, so pretty.

“John,” you sob, while he licks at your skin that glows. He picks at his doll, plucks every stone placed so delicately on your face, and you shiver what he thinks is pleasure. He’ll puncture the skin of your neck, bite and claim, almost as if he were some animal, poised and powerful. He spans a calloused hand down your back, as he yearns to meld with your body, treat you as if you were one.

In the midst of the night, his goals do not stray. The love he makes holds you still, arms tied by his hands, while he treats you as gently as he can. Folds you over as he sinks in, jointed limbs shivering in what he would call pleasure. Beauty, in its rawest form, where he is the only viewer of desire. He kisses you slowly, lips pressed delicately against yours. He wants to swallow you whole.

Love, he gives you. You may whine, and whimper, but it is still love that he gives you. Wraps you both in the prettiest bow that you could not see, while you tug at the hands pulling on your hips.

It's not fucking, the way he his cock forms an outline against your walls, fit just for him, but love in its truest form. He would insist, while he perches you atop him, drown in your whimpers and whines that create such a harmony with the way skin slaps against skin.

And when he finally cleanses you of the leftover sin you carry, you look absolutely gorgeous then, eyes blurry with tears and stomach painted in white. He moves to bring you the comfort you are due, though there's nothing he can do but smile. You let out a cry, another soft complaint of pain, and he smiles in return.

Sweet bird. Don't cry. He vows to fill your enclosure with satin clothes and burnished pearls. Anything for you, so long as you keep your wings folding underneath you. He knows, you wish to fly, yet the sacrifice of love is much more worth it, no?

praying i did king price justice 😭

[wepsi]

Are you trying to entice me dear?-Barbatos(smut)

(Not my art! Go follow @ alyss_why on Instagram!)

Female reader

Cw: fingering, tail

Scenario: What started out as a innocent punishment of having Barbatos serve you all day, turned out to be the greatest reward.

Barbatos was usually a very calm and reserved demon, but he could never back down from a competition. Unlucky for him it was a scaring contest and Mammon was playing dirty with a rat. The loser had to obey the winners wishes for the whole day, and lucky for you , you won! But maybe this wasn't all a coincidence, you've been eyeing up the butler for a while now. Asmo was the one who noticed how head over heels you were, and gathered everyone to orchestrate the whole thing.

Not wasting the chance, all day you do seemingly normal things like shopping and baking, but trying to give him flirting touches and glances. Despite your efforts it seemed futile, Barbatos was cool as a cucumber and professional as ever. Getting desperate that the day was ending, you scheme up something bold.

"Barbatossssssss could you draw me a bath please, I want to relax after this long day."

"Absolutely master."

You close the bathroom door but didn't lock it. stripping yourself naked and step into the water, it was perfect temperature water how did he even do that? Trying to put on your sexiest pose, you yell for Barbatos, putting a hint of worry in your tone as if you were in trouble. Barbatos rushes in the bathroom thinking that you might be hurt, just to see you in a silly pose.

"Will you help bathe me Barbatos? The punishment is you have to do all of my request."

"Y.Yes master"

Barbatos looked a little shocked for a second, then come over to you with a smirk. Taking off his gloves and rolling up his sleeves (which was so hot) kneeling down next to the tub, he dips his hands into the water.

"Do you have a sponge or a towel master?"

"Oh I don't, that's too bad you're going to have to use your hands."

"Are you trying to entice me dear?"

Instead of answering, you grab onto the edges of the tub to lean in and give him a kiss on the lips as a yes. He grabs onto your body wash to lather his hands, and start washing you. He surprisingly starts with your neck, which felt really gentle and sweet. He washes your arms rubbing both his hands around them. Then he washes your stomach, back and legs. Growing disappointed at him avoiding all your intimate parts, you grab onto his wrist and put his hands square on your breasts.

"Ansty aren't we?"

He grabs onto your chest and squeezes, earning a eep from you. His touch still gentle but it felt, different... He lathers the soap all over your chest, and slightly pulling on your nipples. He had the same calm smile but there was a sinister vibe to it. Seeing how much you wanted him, he finally travels his hand down to your sex. He plunges his hand in the water, feeling up your thigh and ending up at your folds.

He runs his hands up and down your folds, while inching his face closer to yours. He massages the hood on your clit, before pulling it back to stimulate it directly. Whimpering against his hand, you needyly grind on him, wanting more. His hands move back to your chest, making you whine at the lost of pleasure. Do not worry, because you see Barbatos antlers start growing from his head, and you feel his tail slithering into the tub.

You lean forward once more, trying to kiss him again just for him to tsk you away. Wanting to get a full view of your face as he enters his tail in you. His tail slithers in, and enters into your needy hole. Though it wasn't thick it was so long, easily probing your womb, the scale also adds extra texture. He precisely uses his tail to hit all the right spots in you, and just when you think it can't feel any better, the other tip of his tail delicately circulating your clip.

He finally accepts your lips, gently sucking on it and your tongue that you keep trying to push down his throat. He chuckles and find it cute how thirsty you were despite being surrounded by water. You open your eyes slightly to see him just to find his emerald eyes staring back at you, closing your eyes out of shyness you try focusing more on the way he is pleasing you.

You hear the water slightly swishing from his tail, and your building moans into his mouth, you really wanted to hear his moans too. His hands were massaging your breasts, occasionally rolling your hard buds in his fingers and pulling them. His tail steadily plunging into you, and the other one teasing you from the outside. The pleasure now slightly overwhelming it was hard to stay up and maintain the kiss, the first time you pull away Barbatos forcefully grips your chin and pull you back on his lips.

Just when you were about to climax, all the activity stopped. Barbatos pulls away from a very confused looking you. He calmly rinses you off, and drain the bath water. Helping you up and out, and pats you down with a towel as if nothing happened.

"Why did you stop? Keep going Barbatos!"

"I cannot comply with that order master, because I am going to please you to the best of my ability."

He finishes drying you, and picks you up princess style buck naked, to walk back into his room. With you clinging onto him blushing like mad hoping no one else is around.

to be continued...

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Muppets I'd Fuck (part 2)

Today, I'll be going for a slightly more niche character, Uncle Deadly.

Uncle Deadly is one of the most fuckable muppets, in my opinion. Admittedly I am biased due to my love of horns, I'm sure everyone would be able to understand why I find his so captivating. This post will contain a bit more information on the muppet than the last most in the series due to Uncle Deadly not being as famous as Count Von Count.

Uncle Deadly was first formally introduced in episode 121 of The Muppet Show, the episode being named 'Twiggy'. His personality was heavily inspired by the performances of John Carradine, actor of Dracula (House of Dracula), Enjolras (the 1935 Les Misérables), and occasionally appearing on The Twilight Zone.

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In his more recent appearances, he works as a fashion designer for Miss Pi*gy (his biggest flaw, sigh)

Enough lore for now, lets go to the rating.

Physical appeal: 8/10. While I love his appearance, I know some might not appreciate the torn clothing he often wears. however, if I were to not factor in others opinion, 10/10.

Personality: 9/10. I cannot think of anything wrong with his personality, but had to deduct points for who he works for.

Charm: 10/10. His voice alone has my legs shaking, but the way he carries himself... oooooooouuuuggggghh

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someone who feels like home.

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warnings: actress!fem!reader. nonfamous!Ashton. a premier. a photobooth. kisses shared. a love confession.

word count: 4550

author’s note: This was written as part of the @5sos-writing-week - I really wanted to participate and be a part of something! Originally this was meant to be posted on the first day’s non!famous au, but it ended on a love confession note, so we are going with that! ❤️ I don’t think this is my best piece, but I love the characters and the story, and I did enjoy writing this a lot.

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“Hey, car will be here in ten,” Ashton’s head popped into the room, eyes going wide as he finally registered you. “Wow, look at you!”

You let out a little giggle at his reaction, but otherwise stayed in one place as your stylist did the finishing touches on your dress. Ashton slipped into the room, still not being able to take his eyes off of you, and you hoped he didn’t catch you biting your lip as you watched him too.

“Well, you clean up nicely too,” you made a cheeky comment, and he laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck. And he did – the fitted black pants, the matching vest and the slick tie paired with a white dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows gave him a well-dressed, but still casual look, something you knew everyone would notice at the premier. Your eyes lingered on the blood moon tattoos inked into his skin, the rings on his fingers, the chain clipped into his belt loop, and you felt your heart skip a beat knowing that he was your date – even if just for tonight.

“Who did you bribe to let you wear this dress?” he cocked an eyebrow, looking you up and down to take it all in.

“Versace. They were begging me to wear it,” you joked, making Ashton smile as well. “Do we have time to take pictures?”

“Even if we didn’t I would still do it, because you, my beautiful, need to be documented in this dress,” he reached for the camera on the coffee table, quickly checking the settings before nodding at you. “Alright, do your worst, Y/L/N.”

You made sure to stick your tongue out at him as you struck a pose, the both of you giggling like kids as he started taking pictures of you, going from silly to smiley then serious, showing off your long red dress, the shoulders falling off and over your arms, the slit in the skirt giving a nice view at your legs and the white heels you were wearing. It felt like a bold choice, but you fell in love with the colour and the design, and you secretly liked how it made you look something like a princess, even if you would never tell that to Ashton; he would never let you live that down.

“Okay, now a selfie,” he reached for his phone, stepping next to you to fit both of you into the frame. “The first of the many mandatory ones from tonight.”

“You’re lucky you’re taking really good pictures,” you poked him playfully before letting him slide his arm around you, pulling you close. “At least I have good use of you, other than being my arm candy for the night.”

“You’re hurting my feelings,” Ashton pouted at you, but there was a twinkle in his eyes. “I’m your one-man cheer team, and you’re using me only for my good looks.”

“And to scare away creepy guys, don’t forget that,” you winked at him, a slight flirt lacing your voice. Ash scoffed at you with another little laugh, already trying to come up with another comment when your PA knocked on the door, letting you know that the car had arrived and it was waiting for you.

“Shall we, my lady?” he offered his arm to you, and you accepted it gratefully, all the while trying to will the butterflies in your stomach to calm down.

“It would be my pleasure, kind sir.”

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The car ride to the premier was a good 20 minutes, during which time Ashton and your PA talked your ears off with the craziest of ideas on how to approach the elephant in the room in case people started to point it out. The metaphorical elephant, who was currently sitting right next to you, making up funny scenarios of his own being.

Because really: who was Ashton to you?

You often wondered and asked the question from yourself. The answer changed from time to time: a photographer. Someone from your management. An annoying little shit. A second PA. A friend who’s been there for you from day one. All those things were true, and yet, none of them sounded as real as the truth: because Ashton was your best friend, whom you had a crush on.

It wasn’t something you felt the first time you met him; no, it was something recent, something you realized one night when he was sitting next to you on the couch just after wrapping your latest movie, talking about his newest musical obsession. What started out as a work relationship turned into so much more: and while he was still part of your team you quickly became close friends – it was hard to remember a time when Ashton wasn’t part of your life. That’s why it wasn’t even a question for you to invite him as your plus one to the premier of the movie you previously worked on. He’s been there every step of the way, and you wanted to show him how much you appreciate his efforts and friendship after everything you’ve been through while filming Fade Into The Ocean.

“Hey, Y/N, are you with me?”

“Sure, yeah! Sorry,” you quickly shook your head, smiling back at Ashton. “Just lost in thoughts, that’s all.”

“Are you nervous about the premier?” he reached for your hand, squeezing it gently, and you wanted to melt into him, tell him all the things running through your mind, all the feelings you’ve been trying to put into words in the last few months. “You know you don’t have to be. People are really excited about the movie. They’re gonna love it!”

“I’m more scared about you stealing the spotlight from me,” you tried to sound flirty, and maybe you did succeed a little, because Ashton scoffed softly, squeezing your hand again.

“Sounds impossible.”

You knew you were close when you started seeing people everywhere on the streets, many looking after your car, trying to see who was arriving. Your PA started to do the necessary rounds once the car was parked, all the while you got out of the backseat with Ashton’s help. Before you knew it he was already checking your dress for wrinkles, making sure no hair was out of place and that your makeup was not smudged.

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” you caught his hand to stop him fussing over you. “You’re my date tonight, remember?”

“And as your date I want only the best for you,” Ashton ran his fingers over a lock of hair, still smiling at you. “And for people to look at the real star of this show, not silly little me.”

“Well, I like looking at you,” you reached for his tie, fixing it so it wasn’t crooked. “And I’m grateful you came along with me. You don’t know how much that means after…” your voice turned quiet.

Ashton didn’t say anything, he simply pulled you against his chest, hugging you as much as he could. For a moment it felt like there was only the two of you, that you could breathe easier; that if you were able to somehow keep Ashton in your life then nothing could go wrong.

The moment was interrupted by your PA, who let you know that everything was ready for your big entrance. Ashton took another second to let you go, but not before pressing a soft kiss on your forehead, whispering encouragements and a promise that he’ll be by your side all through the night. You nodded, accepting the arm he offered to you once again, then the both of you made your way towards the red carpet, joining the people waiting for the premier.

For a while you forgot about everything – it was just you and the people you worked with on the movie, the photographers and the reporters, and the many fans, all of them wanting to catch a glimpse at their favourites. Ashton stepped back to let you have your moment, falling behind as you were photographed, and you needed to fight the urge to turn back to him. You smiled as you posed with your co-star, yet you wished you could have Ashton right back next to you; there was something different in the way you felt when he was pressed against your side just a few minutes ago, leading you out onto the red carpet and appearing as your date for the night. He was flashing a flirty smile towards the people around you, and you could see them swooning at his charm.

Someone asked if your date could join for another round of pictures, and this finally gave you the chance to look his way, his eyes sparkling as he followed you with his gaze. You beckoned him closer, reaching for him with your hand until he laced your fingers together, then sliding his arm around your waist, pulling you back against his side. You shared smiles and a few laughs as you posed for pictures, and in that moment you knew that you wanted all of this to be real; it wasn’t a public relationship for everyone to see, no. More than anything, you wanted to feel the happiness and the calmness that Ashton made you feel whenever he was around.

“Everything’s okay?” he tilted his head to the side, murmuring his question against your ear, raising an eyebrow when you looked up at him.

You laughed and nodded, like he was telling you a joke or a sneaky comment, and he squeezed your waist in return, letting you know that he was there, he was listening, if you needed him, he could take care of you, no matter what it was.

The two of you made your way down the carpet, finally arriving to the last of the reporters before you could go further into the theatre. That’s when you spotted it, a photobooth tucked into one corner of the hall, the promotional pictures of your movie decorating the outside. It wasn’t a coincidence: you did shoot some of the key scenes of the film in photobooths as they moved the story forward. Suddenly you felt like a little kid, tugging on Ashton’s hand to get his attention. A smile immediately took over his face when he saw it too.

“We gotta get our picture taken!” he was already leading you towards the booth. “It’s tradition!”

“Another addition to the collection,” you giggled, more excited about the photos than the premier itself.

“This one will be extra special,” Ashton smiled as he pulled back the curtain, quickly settling down on the bench and patting his knee. “Come on, guess that’s the only way we can fit in!”

It was something that started years ago, a silly little thing you did one afternoon while walking around Vancouver during a break in filming your first major role. You’ve always wanted to try how these machines worked, having seen them in so many films before, but unfortunately you had none in the small town you grew up in. Having a photo strip from one of those booths was something your younger self would have been so excited about, and older you definitely wanted to let her live the dream. You thought Ashton might find you crazy for this, but the moment you told him about it he grabbed your hand and even paid for the first round – the two of you had so much fun that you ended up taking a lot of photos that day.

After that it sorta became a tradition: whenever the two of you found a booth you squeezed into the tiny space to get another photo strip to your collection. You always made sure to get two copies so you could both hold onto the memories you had together.

You settled into Ashton’s lap, arms hugging his neck while the curtain fell back, hiding the two of you in the tiny space of the booth. Ashton pressed the button when you were ready, and the numbers started to go into a countdown before taking the first picture.

3… 2… 1…

The both of you smiled at the camera, a laugh tugging at the corner of your mouths, and you remembered the very first time you knew that you found a lifelong friend in him. You were meant to go on an audition after a quick meeting with him – he wanted to talk about a few things before sending you on your way with a cup of coffee he bought especially for you, and which he somehow poured all over your shirt. After the initial shock he started to apologize, only to find you laughing about the situation, trying to brush away the tears and catch your breath looking at his face. Ashton did go out and bought you a new shirt so you could go to your audition, and the next day he showed up at your door, your stained shirt washed and folded in his hands. Deep down you knew that finally you had  someone in your corner – someone who would do anything to make sure you were alright.

CLICK!

Ashton threw his hand up in a rock sign, sticking his tongue out at the camera, and you quickly copied him, feeling silly and so happy in your fancy dress, acting wild and free. It reminded you of all the times he dragged you into some kind of adventure in the strange cities you were working in, all the shenanigans the two of you did on your free days or while you were travelling. Without Ashton you wouldn’t have tried out half of the restaurants that were now your favourites. Without him you would have missed out on art exhibits and carnival rides and concerts of local bands.

You wouldn’t have gotten your first tattoo if it weren’t for Ashton and a bet of who could possibly fit more marshmallows into their mouths. He won; and he did choose a really pretty design for you, something to remember your trip to Japan where all of this happened. The single cherry blossom flower was definitely your favourite.

CLICK!

His eyes were searching you, smile softening as he looked at you, and you felt yourself smiling back at him. There was something familiar in that moment: you felt safe and calm with him there, a feeling that’s been your companion ever since that night a year ago. Suddenly you were back in the small apartment the two of you shared while filming Fade Into The Ocean, your eyes red as tears were streaming down your face, curling up in his lap on the floor as you cried all through the night, the breakup with your boyfriend which happened via phone making you feel like your heart was broken into tiny little pieces.

But Ashton was there, making sure you drank water and let it all out, soothingly stroking your back to help you calm down. You were scared to go out the next day, thinking that the public will just know how you broke down the night before, like it was written all over your face – instead Ashton reminded you that it was just another day, every day it will be a little easier and you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself; you didn’t do anything wrong. He made sure you looked after yourself while working on your movie and dealing with your breakup, and every night you went to bed with a lighter heart, knowing that it wasn’t the end of the world. Not if you had Ashton to help you to come out on top.

CLICK!

Maybe you shouldn’t have done it, but you couldn’t help yourself. Ashton never looked more beautiful than in that moment. And it wasn’t just his looks, no; it was him, the way he was there for you all through these years, how he put you first more times than you could count, how he picked you up and put you back together when you felt at your lowest. He was adventure and silent afternoons in a park, he was coffee dates and silly selfies and reading lines together at midnight. He was the best part of your team, but also your partner in crime, your best friend and the man you fell in love with through the years.

You always wanted someone who felt like home in this crazy and strange life you had – and as you were sitting there in his lap, looking at each other before the last picture was taken, you realized that nobody ever came close to being the person that Ashton was for you. In that moment you knew that you don’t want anyone else in this world, just him, only him. Because Ashton always felt like home to you.

His breath hitched as your lips pressed against his, but it didn’t even take a heartbeat for him to kiss you back, his arms around your waist tightening to hold you close to him. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, like you were scared you would float away if you let go of him. You felt the tip of his tongue on your bottom lip–

CLICK!

The two of you pulled apart like teenagers who got caught, and you felt your cheeks heating up when you realized what just happened. Ashton looked surprised, lips parted as he looked at you almost unblinking, but you saw how his eyes darkened after your kiss. You were saved by a sound that meant that your photos were printed, and you quickly grabbed them, shoving them into your bag as you stood up, pulling back the curtain.

“I– think we should go. Movie is about to start.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course,” Ashton quickly shook his head, following you out of the booth and back into the sea of people, acting like you didn’t just share a moment that might change everything from now on.

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ETNews tweeted: @YourName looks stunning at the premier of her new movie ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ joined by best friend as her date. Read more at the link.

 You pushed your phone away, leaning back against the headboard of your bed. It was really late at night, or maybe really early in the morning, you couldn’t decide. The premier was long, and the afterparty even longer, full of impromptu speeches and a few more last minute interviews, everyone praising the movie. And yet, if you wanted to be honest with yourself, you couldn’t care less – because all you really cared about was the man who had already turned in for the night in the room next to yours.

All you could think about was Ashton and his arm around your waist on the red carpet, his words that kept you grounded, the press of his lips against yours as you kissed in the photobooth, hidden from prying eyes, and the way he held your hand all through the movie. He kept his promise and was by your side all through the night, but after what happened in the booth he turned a little quiet, and when his door closed after you arrived back to the hotel, you were sure you had screwed it all up. This was the moment when you needed him the most, to make sense of everything, to let you know if you crossed a line. But he only wished you goodnight before disappearing.

Now you were left alone with adrenaline rushing through your veins after the premier, and with your feelings which made it hard to sleep. Your beautiful red dress was laid out on the bed next to you, and you softly ran your fingers over the material. Something came over you, you weren’t sure what, but you reached for your bag and fished out the photo strips from the booth. Your eyes scanned the pictures, the smiles and silly faces, the laughter and the loving look you gave each other, and lastly, the kiss. There was no question in you that in that very moment, even if for just one second, he wanted it too.

You laid one of the pictures over your dress, picking up a few small gifts you got as part of the promotion, then snapped a picture of the ensemble. You made sure to not include the very last photo in it – sure, it was a post for your social media, but at the same time, something much more. You knew it could be a bold move, you knew Ashton will know what you have left out of your post, and deep down you hoped it would help the two of you start talking about what happened back there.

 yourname shared a post: What a wonderful night at the ‘Fade Into The Ocean’ premier! Thank you to everyone who came out to celebrate with us! Check out the movie if you can!

Special shout out to my best partner in crime @ashtonirwin for being my fun date tonight!

 Before you could chicken out you posted the picture, quickly disconnecting from the internet so you didn’t check if Ashton reacted to it or not. You were sure he was already asleep, it’s been more than an hour since you have parted ways in the hallway. Yet still, you were hoping that he understood what you really meant with your post.

You didn’t want to believe it first, but there was a soft knock a few minutes later. You picked up your robe as you crossed the suite, putting it on before opening the door – and there he was. Ashton was standing in front of you, wearing his black sweatpants, something he always wore as PJs. His hair was a mess of unruly curls, tan skin and the ink of his tattoos illuminated in the lamplight of the hallway and your room.

“Hey, uhm… can I come in?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a pink tint colouring his cheeks.

“Always,” you nodded, taking a step back to let him into the room. “Cannot sleep either?”

“No, not really,” Ashton chuckled, following you. “I just wanted to ask you something.”

“What’s that?”

“Can I maybe get my pictures? I think you grabbed both of them.”

“Of course, just… let me get them,” you nodded towards your bedroom, already turning around.

It kinda felt like defeat – like he’s gonna look at them and decide that the first three were fine, but maybe you should both forget about the last one and what it meant. Ashton didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it, and suddenly you wished he would leave so you could feel pity for yourself. But before you could take a step you felt his hand reaching for yours, grabbing your wrist and tugging you back a little.

“And maybe another goodnight kiss as well?” he cocked an eyebrow at you while softly biting his bottom lip.

Suddenly you needed to laugh, the sound bubbling up from your chest, and you could see Ashton’s smile as well as he pulled you back and against his chest, hands cradling your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deeply. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pushing up on your tiptoes as you kissed him back, and while you felt dizzy from the way his lips moved against yours, you also felt that calm, safe feeling settling in your heart, the one you always associated with Ashton. This is what home felt like. Being with him.

“Did you really think I’m not gonna bring this up?” he playfully nipped your lip when you finally pulled back, your cheeks heated from his question.

“I thought I went too far,” you whispered, fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “We didn’t say much after it happened. I mean… I know I kinda ran away, but…”

“I understand. We were at the premier and that wasn’t the time and place where we could talk about this,” he pushed a lock of hair behind your ear, still looking lovingly at you. “But don’t think for a second that I didn’t want to kiss you breathless all through the night. I just needed to, you know, keep myself in check. And I also thought you might have regretted it, and… I’m not sure I could have been able to take that. Not after feeling so much for you all through these years.”

“How long exactly?” you questioned him, and Ashton let out an embarrassed chuckle, knocking his forehead against yours, eyes shining and looking into your eyes.

“Maybe from the moment I met you. But definitely since I’ve poured coffee all over you and you just didn’t give a damn about it. It was so easy to fall in love with you. Cause you know: you were my best friend.”

“You stayed with me all through these years, even though I was seeing other people. Even though I was kissing guys on camera. Even though I only recently realized what you really mean to me,” you cupped Ashton’s jaw, rubbing your thumb over his cheek.

“Took you long enough,” he chuckled again, making you giggle as well. “But it didn’t matter. I was lucky enough to spend most of my time with you, and if that would have been the only thing I got in the end, I still would have taken it, without a question.”

“I don’t want you to feel like that ever again,” you pressed small kisses onto his lips, mumbling words and confessions as he held you close. “Because I’m the lucky one, having a best friend like you. Someone who took care of me and who’s still doing it every day. Someone who’s just an absolutely wonderful human being, and there is really no one who compares to you, Ash. Gosh, I love you so much, and I’ve been trying to push away these feelings because I thought I’m gonna ruin us, but it was just so hard because all through these years you really just felt like–”

“Home?” Ashton finished for you, and you nodded, lost for words. “That’s what you’re making me feel too.”

“Wherever we went, you were always the person I looked for when I felt homesick or alone. You just make everything feel… okay. I would happily lose everything else as long as I have you.”

“Don’t go that far. I do love you being the wonderful actress that you are. I’m happy to cheer you on from the sideline,” Ashton kissed your forehead. “As long as I have you.”

“I think we have a lot to talk about,” you mumbled against his chest as you burrowed closer to him, and you felt him nodding above you. “And I don’t think I could fall asleep now.”

“So how about you give me my pictures and we climb into bed? I could kiss you some more while we figure this all out. And if we do fall asleep, well… we can continue tomorrow. And maybe find another photobooth to make some new memories. I would love to recreate the last picture of us. Many, many times.”

“I’ll make sure to kiss you again. And again. And again.”

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hi. a really long time ago you tweeted this

unfortunately god is dead (rip SOPHIE) and the lost media wiki has expanded to offer new and exciting questions about the meaning of life by which i mean more reasons to torture you and your tumblr ask box

pretty much everyone knows what o and p were at this point but what about the other stuff? when the siivagunner wiki doesn't know what the jokes even were that's when we have a real issue on our hands. and by real issue i mean the most esoteric nerd shit ever. :3

Final Level - Mighty Switch Force Back in 2018 Chaze made an effort to find this rip after being asked about it. It was uploaded long before we had any kind of concise logging on who made what, so he went around and messaged everyone who was in Backroom at the time to see if they happened to still have the file. Nobody had it, and the person actually most likely to have uploaded it had lost the contents of the hard drive they had at the time. Any further attempts throughout the year have proven similarly unfruitful. Status: Lost

o & p The wiki has pretty detailed explanations of these, so there's not much to add there. Both videos were part of the Reboot ARG and were always unlisted, but when p got a community strike for nudity we decided to private o just in case it was also getting flagged. (I assume, because that makes the most sense.) The videos are still on the channel so they are not lost! I have reuploaded them here for your viewing pleasure, though please do mind that even though there isn't really anything explicit visible, they are based on directly on pornographic footage. Status: Archived Links: o (direct mp4) - p (direct mp4)

Because I Love You (Alpha Mix) - Earthbound Roughly half an hour after this was uploaded, the creator of this rip sent a DM to a backroom member saying "I think you should delete my rip because I noticed off key sections and clipping," adding that "even people in the comment section noticed it," and that they "disown that rip". In response to this, some team members said that while the execution of the rip was indeed lacking, it did have potential, but it never ended up being fixed and resubmitted. 28 hours after the initial upload, the rip was deleted while another backroom member was cleaning out some of the private videos (most of which were test uploads or otherwise stuff not meant to go public to begin with). They also noted that the rip in question was "garbo". The original ripper may still have this, but they are no longer affiliated with the SiIvaGunner team so I will not be reaching out. Status: Undetermined

Main Theme (Summer) - Wii Shop Channel This rip was removed due to its awkward execution, and was planned to be revised by someone else shortly after its removal. This never ended up happening, but the original file remains archived. Status: Privately archived

Lost in Thoughts All Alone - Fire Emblem Fates This rip got muted for copyright reasons shortly after being uploaded, and was probably deleted not too long after. I sadly have no idea who made it or what it contained. Status: Lost in Thoughts All Alone

Central Highway - Mega Man X Accidental duplicate upload. Contents are identical. Status: Not lost

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Hold me like a Panasonic

One shot | explicit | wc 5,098

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The palmcorder was a birthday present for Eddie in ‘92. It was supposed to be for Eddie to showcase part of the tour that Steve wouldn’t be. A way to send him off for Corroded Coffin’s first headlining tour. A way for Eddie to send a piece of himself back home to Steve, who couldn’t take 12 weeks off his job to join Eddie and the guys to travel the country. The videos were choppy, quick glances on the tour bus, behind the stage, clips of the guys and clips of the crowd. Each tape ending with, “Wish you were here, baby.”

The shoebox of VHS-C and its adapter cassette sat underneath their bed, the lid slightly ajar. Each VHS-C carefully labeled with the date and some clever title Eddie created.

Steve remembered the first video he received with a letter X in front of the title. The tapes usually came in the a Manila envelope, wrapped up in paper with a sweet note for Steve — except this one. The usual note was replaced with a quick chicken scratch, as if Eddie was worried about being caught with the tape. “For your eyes only.”

X - 9/9/92 Missing You

The video started in a hotel’s bathroom, aimed at the mirror. Eddie held the palmcorder up to his face, looking down the view finder. He ran his fingers through his hair before moving the camera to zoom in on himself, focusing on his chest and slowly moving it down his body.

“Are you missing me, baby?” His voice was husky, raw, deep with desire. “Because I’m missing you.”

Eddie let the camera linger on his body, holding it steady with one hand as he ran the other over his chest.

“Just got to Denver,” Eddie said, letting his hand travel over skin, adding pressure to leave temporary indentions across his body. “The Post wants to interview us tomorrow morning, so no partying to report.”

Eddie let his hand travel up to his pecs, aiming the camera up higher, guiding his chest and half his face into frame. He ran his hand over the scar tissue on left pec, bringing his hand over to the right. His fingers grazed over his nipple and a mischievous smirk appeared on his lips.

“And I have the room to myself,” he grinned, his canine teeth pronounced in his smile. Almost vampiric, in a way. Devilish. Eddie bit his lip, exposing his teeth to the camera. He pinched his nipple, letting his mouth drop open in a soft whimper. “For the first time in weeks.”

He brought the camera back up to his face, his chest barely in view. He twisted his nipple, letting his head drop back in a soft moan.

“And it’s 2 am in Chicago,” Eddie said. “So I can’t even call you.” He pinched his nipple again, before rubbing soothing circles over the bud. “Missing you. Missing your kisses and your touch.” He let the camera slowly dip, the frame dropping from his face to his chest, following his hand as he touched his chest, down his stomach and stopping at the waist band of his sweatpants.

His fingers dipped into his waist hand, palming at his bulge.

“God I wish you were here,” he moaned. “Wish this was your hand. Wish you were right behind me, whispering sweet nothings, pushing me to the edge.”

He slowly panned the camera back to his face, a little off center as he leaned his head back, letting the pleasure of palming himself takeover.

“Wish you were here, baby,” Eddie said, his eyes fluttering shut. “If I close my eyes, I can pretend you’re here.”

He tilted his head back, exposing his neck — just like Steve liked. He swallowed, letting his Adam’s apple bob.

“I’d look so pretty with your bruises, wouldn’t I?” Eddie asked, leaning his head to the side as if Steve was there pressing kisses against his neck. “Marked up and down with hickeys. The Denver Post wants to do a photoshoot for the arts section of the paper — in color — and I don’t have any bruises of yours.”

He whined, letting the camera drop to his waist band where he was thoroughly working himself under his sweats.

“Shit, baby,” Eddie said. “I gotta — shit —“

The video cuts to Eddie on the white sheets, angling the camera as best as he can.

“Shit,” he muttered. “The professionals make this look so easy.”

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[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

Sonine Prime ... Part 4

Hi, everyone and welcome back to Sonine Prime! The part of the show when I come out and talk about Sonine (and a bit of Sontails) in Sonic Prime!

Last time we managed to just start Episode 3 of Sonic Prime, so let's get to rollin!

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(Essay/thoughts/analysis under the cut)

<< Part 3 | Part 5 >>

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Okay, so because I can't leave the small stuff alone for the life of me, I bid you all to watch the scene in Episode 3 after Nine saves Sonic from Rusty Rose. For your viewing pleasure, I have slowed this clip down so you all can see Nine's sneaky smile that slips through as he shows off to Sonic.

Couldda just saved Sonic and been done with it OR gone straight to the grumpy "I saved your butt. Your welcome", but instead he just had to show off and do a lil smile in front of the hedgehog you barely know. Okay.

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Next, introductions!

Or so Sonic attempts.

So far, since their battle, Sonic has been really good at calling Nine by his name. He's still hung up on the theory that Robotnik messed up Green Hill and all his friends lost memory of him, so his wish to fall back into "the norm" as quickly as possible comes to head again after the group hug he forces Rebel, Renegade, Nine, and Rusty Rose into.

In this case, Sonic (again, believing everyone just doesn't remember who they are), introduces Nine as the "trusty but benign Tails", which (understandably so) leads to Nine uh...reminding him otherwise

"Nine! It's Nine. The emphasis is on the Nine!"

Of course, combined with the group hug, the crew is none too happy with Sonic after "introductions", but I didn't so much bring this scene up for that so much as...well. Way to add another moment to the roster that Nine will be referencing in the future when he believes you don't care about him as Nine, Sonic! (sarcastic)

(And yes, I'm aware that Sonic couldn't have forseen this. Just logging the moment for the breakup for later)

Sidenote: It’s almost hilarious/embarrassing how Nine's still going to attach to Sonic as hard as he does later, even with all the points he keeps losing referring to him/others by the wrong names or as "messed up you guys"

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Okay, moving on.

I'm...obsessed with the part of the Deep vs the crew fight scene where Nine attempts to save Sonic, ends up functioning as a diversion leading Deep away from Sonic (after shooting an eggforcer) and snatched, then Sonic quickly jumps to punch the eggforcers that have Nine to save him, and then finally, after getting some good hits in on Dr. Dreep Sonic says "thanks for the save!" with a wink.

"High five!"

"High...five?"

Again, a small thing I know, I know

It's just another one of those things that gives me second hand embarrassment. He just learned what a high five is, and is casually touched by this hedgehog he still barely knows, and he looks, what? Touched? After it throws him off he like, files it away in his brain for later.

What? You wanna high five him again, fox boy?

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Ajnansj I didn't really mention this last part, but I don't think we talk enough about how excited Nine got when he thought Sonic implied that the two of them used to kick the Chaos Council's butts on the regular (back in Episode 1). Why am I bringing this up? Because if you watch the part of this scene where Sonic tells Renegade Knucks that he needs to learn how to spin dash, you can see Nine's little excited face as Sonic launches.

It's the little things, guys🥺

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Bit hard to get a good shot of, but Nine's smile when Sonic comes back after fighting Dr. Babble.

"Sonic! We didn't think you'd make it back!"

"...Are you okay?"

He's so glad that Sonic came back, but then quickly notices that Sonic isn't doing so hot (after his very real ptsd induced flashbacks) and is the only one to ask about it.

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Ahshsjsj so uh I'm not really sure whether to label this as sad or hilarious. This is mostly because from Sonic's end, he's trying not to break down. He's just had flashbacks to how he felt when he thought his friends were in danger within the mountain and is feeling like things are repeating again (and, for the record, he doesn't yet remember what happened to his friends), and now Mr. Dr. Eggman has taken Rebel, Renegade, and Rusty Rose right in front of him (while Sonic believes these are his original friends) and told Sonic "step away from the core or your friends are toast". He throws himself at the door to immediately try to pry it open.

And Nine just cuts in between Sonic and the door, puts his hands on Sonic's chest (😂), and tries to convince him to give up on his friends and go for the shard.

But that's not all.

While it's a very very small version of a specific phenomenon (which I may elaborate on at a later part), this moment is one where they each sort of project an idea of how the other should be and become confused/disappointed/sad when the other's actions don't line up.

I'll put it into perspective.

For Sonic, he projects this idea onto Nine of a person who would prioritize saving people, caring for others, even though he also considers Nine as "a little rough around the edges". So, in this case, when Nine runs to the prism shard after trying to convince him to leave his friends, Sonic looks almost...sad, and then looks to the door, silent in making his choice.

And then as for Nine, I think he was at least partly drawn to Sonic due to his care for the innocent and his willingness to put himself in danger for others. He'd once said "No one has friends here" and yet he was surprised by the existence of a hedgehog who'd care for and save people, even if he had to put his life on the line to do so (the kind of person he'd never met as a kid, but who may have protected him if he had met him). He likes that Sonic cares about him and his well-being, but he also finds himself disappointed or annoyed if Sonic displays these traits towards others. He came to like him because of his caring nature, and yet as Sonic must live up to it, Sonic must also be focused on Nine's goals.

This is all to say, that Sonic likes Nine as he thinks he is, and yet has a hard time handling when Nine places goals/missions over the well-being of others, and Nine likes Sonic as he thinks he is, yet has a hard time handling when Sonic places others over the goals/missions he thinks they share.

But as I said, I'll likely elaborate more at a later point. After all, this phenomenon will come back when the audience is introduced to the Grim.

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And so, our duo finally reaches the red shard!

But, as Sonic witnesses it, flashbacks/clips of the events leading up to the shattering play out onscreen. Strangely enough, only one other voice aside from Sonic's can be heard in the background.

Tails'

"We don't know what the prism is capable of."

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"Be careful!"

Then, just after Sonic says "I remember now", remembering what happened to his friends and that he shattered the prism:

"Sonic!"

Even though Sonic remembers that all his friends had tried to warn him before he'd shattered the prism, the group "Sonic nooo!" is absent in audio. It's only Tails' voice that ever joins Sonic's during these flashbacks.

Interesting, isn't it?

Anyways, as Sonic grapples with this new knowledge, Nine focuses on the fact that there are more shards out there. Frustrated, Nine tells Sonic that they need to grab the shard and go, then sort out everything else later.

"Right. I broke it, but we can fix this! If there's anyone who's got the brains to put it all back together, it's you."

"That's the first thing you've said that I agree with."

Agh the looks man the looks

Then, the two turn towards the prism shard, and after Sonic places his hand upon the prism, the two begin to panic as Sonic is sucked in.

Nine: Sonic? What's happening?

Sonic: Nine? Nine?!

Nine: Sonic! Sonic, where are you? Sonic! Sonic?

Nine: ...Sonic?

Sonic himself is fighting to stay, not understanding what's happening. Nine also panics. He looks like he's almost about to reach for him, but his hand falters before he turns around to look behind him (where Mr. Dr. Eggman is prying the doors open). Just as Nine turns back, Sonic is sucked into the prism and Nine reaches for him, calling his name, but his hand closes around nothing.

The end of Sonic Prime episode 3 is framed very interestingly. While later in the series we will see a sped up version of these events, with Nine taking the shard just after Sonic is sucked into it, the end of this episode is more prolongued. After Nine's hand closes around nothing and Sonic is gone, Nine continues to call his name. Then, as he pauses, the video shrinks until it fades into black. Nine says Sonic's name one last time, video gone, before the episode ends.

You'd almost say that this ending focuses on how alone Nine is, wouldn't you? He'd finally had someone, the one person who'd care for him, protect him in turn, believe in him, put his life on the line for him, and the one person he's grown to care for over this short amount of time. But then, he disappears.

And Nine is all alone again.

And how will Nine react when he's alone again? Go back to the way things were before? Forget about Sonic?

No, of course not. He does completely heterosexual things when he arrives in the perfect world to finally build his ideal home (sarcasm) by creating things for his new hedgehog friend whom he wants to spend his life with.

But in any case, the ending of this episode has always been a bit chilling to me. It's the only one I can remember that ends this way. And it, again, says so so much that Nine had reached so desperately for Sonic after Sonic got sucked into the prism, called for him, with the episode direction telling the audience that with Sonic gone, he's alone.

And so ends Episode 3 of Season 1, leading us to the beginning of Season 1 Episode 4: Unwelcome to the Jungle.

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As Sonic enters Boscage Maze for the first time, we receive an interesting parallel from Episode 1.

Episode 1: "Tails? Amy? ...Heck I'll even take Knuckles at this point."

Episdode 4: "Nine? Niiiine! Are ya out there buddy? Rebel? Heck, I'd even take Knucks at this point."

Also, I uh. It just kills the old man (me) a little thinking about how after Sonic got transported through the crystal, Sonic and Nine called for each other.

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As I've hit the photo limit once again, I'll see you all back in Part 5! There shouldn't be too many moments between now and episode 6, so I hope to move through most of the rest of s1 in the next part or two if I can. Thanks for reading!

[thetaekookcloset]

Moments TK Have Been Visibly Into EO

This post is truly exactly what it says on the tin lol. I'm sitting here trying to find something clever to say about it, but the truth is I just thought it would be fun to compile a relatively brief list of moments that come to mind when I think about how visibly into each other Taehyung and Jungkook are.

It's a pretty short list in comparison to all the moments that I could include, but that just means more moments for additional parts in the future if people like this one!

I'll make little comments about what I take away from these moments, but for the most part, I really feel like they speak for themselves.

Enjoy!

I won't lie, mentally and emotionally I'm still here, watching the Vminhopekook live from Las Vegas and calculating how long it will be before Taehyung literally eats Jungkook alive on camera. I won't lie, I have no clue how anyone doesn't see this as suspicious.

I get what other people are seeing in this live, but I don't know how they're not seeing this lol. From the moment Jungkook arrived in the room, Taehyung looked like he was going to take a bite out of him any second.

Similarly, in the LA live from the end of last year, Jungkook could not keep his eyes off Taehyung or his thighs. I mean, we all know this one, I'm sure, because honestly it's just iconic.

The way Jungkook's eyes kept drifting back to Taehyung, the way he stared no matter what else was going on, how he went to slap Tae's thigh at one point and only stopped because Taehyung reached for his hand at the same time. He was pretty obvious in this one ngl, and even if he wasn't, Jimin certainly gave them away.

I'm still not over the rehearsal from Busan where Jungkook kept pulling down Taehyung's sweater. Even if you can write off Jungkook unbuttoning it or tugging the sleeve down Tae's shoulder as just standard teasing, I don't really see how Taehyung moving to stand directly in front of Jungkook to rearrange the whole sweater can just be brushed off lol, especially considering how much they were laughing about it together.

I love this tiny interaction so much. This clip zooms in but if you happen to come across the full-body version at some point, you can see really clearly how Jungkook is heading straight forward, but then when Taehyung flirts with him a little bit, the direction of his feet completely changes as he starts to walk straight for Tae instead, like he doesn't even realize he's doing it. And Joon's reaction lol. Yeah, this is another one I can't figure out how to think around.

Honestly I was looking for a clip of a specific moment of Taehyung gazing at Jungkook with those bedroom eyes (from the 2019 to 2020 New Year's live) but I couldn't find a good version of just that, and tbh he does it a lot, so here's a little compilation for you.

There are several more moments where Jungkook is just blatantly checking Taehyung out, with full-body stare-downs, but here are a couple for your viewing pleasure.

Taehyung's eyes really rolled back, I mean --

This moment from the SYS The Final DVD where Jungkook was watching Taehyung practice is, I think, a really good example both of a moment where Jungkook was really into Tae, but also just the way he's so sweet for Tae all the time. He's, like, enraptured here, literally slack-jawed and staring.

I love the moment from Hobi's listening party where Jungkook was dancing and Taehyung sort of checked him out and danced up to him. I really feel like at this point, Taehyung doesn't even try to hide how hot he thinks Jungkook is, and good for them.

That's where I'm going to leave this for now, but if you have any favorite moments where you feel it's pretty plain to the eye how into each other Taekook are, please feel free to add them in the replies or send in an ask! These two are always eyeing each other and grabbing each other, so there are a lot of moments to choose from.

Their appreciation of each other is so sweet to see, in my opinion, but it's also just fun to see them being a bit obvious sometimes.

[alonetogether47]

Like Lovers Would

Music: Softly by Clairo

Cedar yawned, squinting at her iPad. She played with an eyeliner pen in her other hand, struggling to mimic the movements of the lady in the video. How did she get the wings at that angle…?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock on her door. The smell of ash and rain greeted her, and Cedar grinned to herself.

“Come in!” she called. A tuft of midnight blue hair poked out of the doorframe, and Sky came into view in the corner of her eye.

“Did you buy the thing?” she asked, turning her gaze from her iPad to Sky.

“Yup. Got it right here,” Sky said, waving a brown grocery bag. “I’m…sort of confused, though.”

“About what?”

“I thought you never did makeup before.”

“I’m learning right now,” Cedar smirked, tapping the screen of her iPad “You told me you wanted to see how you looked in it, right?”

“You put too much effort into these kinds of things,” Sky said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Probably,” Cedar admitted, patting the chair beside her. “Come here. Let me do your makeup.”

“What gender should I be right now?” Sky asked, bouncing his leg on the wooden floor. He seemed so nervous all of a sudden. 

“Up to you,” Cedar sighed, taking the makeup palettes and brushes Sky bought out of the packaging. “You have until I unwrap these to choose.”

Sky closed his eyes, and his dark blue hair—which normally curled just behind his ears—grew longer and straighter, cascading down his shoulders. The smell of ash and rain still remained, however.  It was something she’d always been able to do, but she had historically stuck with a male form until just recently. Sky had even taken Cedar’s form at once, but Cedar forbade her from using it again. She disliked the idea of seeing her own face on someone else, especially with the blue hair. 

“Girl it is,” Cedar noted, opening the box of concealer and testing it on her hand. “You know guys can wear makeup too, right?”

“I know,” Sky said defensively. “I just…think this is right. At least for the first time.”

“Okay,” Cedar smiled. “Just want you to be comfortable. Could you part your hair for me?”

Sky did as she was told, and Cedar clipped it to the side. She started small, using concealer to dab at the spots around Sky's face, just like the videos instructed. So far, so good. Next, Cedar brought out an orange eyeshadow, which she figured would contrast nicely with Sky’s blue hair.

“Hold still, will you?” Cedar frowned, dabbing the brush next to Sky’s fluttering eyelid.

“Sorry!” Sky squirmed. “It tickles.”

Finally, Cedar brought out the eyeliner brush—her archnemesis. She had watched countless tutorials about it, but she still couldn’t get it down perfectly. 

“I’m trusting you so hard right now,” Sky murmured. She already looked pretty without makeup, and even more so with the eyeshadow, but Cedar was determined to get this right. 

“Don’t give me more pressure,” Cedar breathed, before diving in with the brush. Sky flinched as Cedar got close with the pen, but gradually relaxed the longer Cedar worked. After several tries—and more than a few q-tips’ worth of restarting—Cedar finally pulled away. 

Cedar looked her up and down, inspecting her handiwork.

“How do I look?” Sky asked, tilting her head. Cedar blinked.

“Pretty,” Cedar said, turning away so Sky couldn’t see her flush. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty,” Sky breathed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “Thank you, Cedar.”

“It was my pleasure,” Cedar grinned. “Now, what do you think about going out for dinner?”

“Like this?!” Sky yelped. 

“Why not?” Cedar shrugged. Sky tilted her head, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Then a small smile curled around her mouth, and Cedar saw a hint of nervous excitement glitter in her eyes.

“Well, I am in the mood for Chinese…”

Image credit to @ligton1225

[arazel47]

Like Lovers Would

Music: Softly by Clairo

Cedar yawned, squinting at her iPad. She played with an eyeliner pen in her other hand, struggling to mimic the movements of the lady in the video. How did she get the wings at that angle…?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tentative knock on her door. The smell of ash and rain greeted her, and Cedar grinned to herself.

“Come in!” she called. A tuft of midnight blue hair poked out of the doorframe, and Sky came into view in the corner of her eye.

“Did you buy the thing?” she asked, turning her gaze from her iPad to Sky.

“Yup. Got it right here,” Sky said, waving a brown grocery bag. “I’m…sort of confused, though.”

“About what?”

“I thought you never did makeup before.”

“I’m learning right now,” Cedar smirked, tapping the screen of her iPad “You told me you wanted to see how you looked in it, right?”

“You put too much effort into these kinds of things,” Sky said, his cheeks turning pink.

“Probably,” Cedar admitted, patting the chair beside her. “Come here. Let me do your makeup.”

“What gender should I be right now?” Sky asked, bouncing his leg on the wooden floor. He seemed so nervous all of a sudden. 

“Up to you,” Cedar sighed, taking the makeup palettes and brushes Sky bought out of the packaging. “You have until I unwrap these to choose.”

Sky closed his eyes, and his dark blue hair—which normally curled just behind his ears—grew longer and straighter, cascading down his shoulders. The smell of ash and rain still remained, however.  It was something she’d always been able to do, but she had historically stuck with a male form until just recently. Sky had even taken Cedar’s form at once, but Cedar forbade her from using it again. She disliked the idea of seeing her own face on someone else, especially with the blue hair. 

“Girl it is,” Cedar noted, opening the box of concealer and testing it on her hand. “You know guys can wear makeup too, right?”

“I know,” Sky said defensively. “I just…think this is right. At least for the first time.”

“Okay,” Cedar smiled. “Just want you to be comfortable. Could you part your hair for me?”

Sky did as she was told, and Cedar clipped it to the side. She started small, using concealer to dab at the spots around Sky's face, just like the videos instructed. So far, so good. Next, Cedar brought out an orange eyeshadow, which she figured would contrast nicely with Sky’s blue hair.

“Hold still, will you?” Cedar frowned, dabbing the brush next to Sky’s fluttering eyelid.

“Sorry!” Sky squirmed. “It tickles.”

Finally, Cedar brought out the eyeliner brush—her archnemesis. She had watched countless tutorials about it, but she still couldn’t get it down perfectly. 

“I’m trusting you so hard right now,” Sky murmured. She already looked pretty without makeup, and even more so with the eyeshadow, but Cedar was determined to get this right. 

“Don’t give me more pressure,” Cedar breathed, before diving in with the brush. Sky flinched as Cedar got close with the pen, but gradually relaxed the longer Cedar worked. After several tries—and more than a few q-tips’ worth of restarting—Cedar finally pulled away. 

Cedar looked her up and down, inspecting her handiwork.

“How do I look?” Sky asked, tilting her head. Cedar blinked.

“Pretty,” Cedar said, turning away so Sky couldn’t see her flush. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty,” Sky breathed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. “Thank you, Cedar.”

“It was my pleasure,” Cedar grinned. “Now, what do you think about going out for dinner?”

“Like this?!” Sky yelped. 

“Why not?” Cedar shrugged. Sky tilted her head, looking at her reflection in the mirror. Then a small smile curled around her mouth, and Cedar saw a hint of nervous excitement glitter in her eyes.

“Well, I am in the mood for Chinese…”

Image credit to @ligton1225

[rosalinesmind]

Coffin Beat

The master's experiments at achieving enlightenment were not going well. He had already achieved immortality, what more could he possibly want? He had heard through his circle of vampire cohorts that if one were to drain a victim or familiar at a certain time of day then one would achieve, for a indeterminate period, enlightenment. Living forever means you're trapped with your thoughts most of the time and achieving enlightenment would bring the master a sense of piece whilst his body lived forever.

That at least, what was his 14 missed calls on my cell phone were leading me to believe. We have a precarious understanding where I know my role as a familiar (willing food in some circles, housekeeper in other, slave and coffin bait in the less understanding smear circles). So if I'm using my off hours to pursue my own passions, such as entertaining guests like I am tonight in tonight's basement movie viewing, the master knows to keep his distance, unless he'd uncovered a new theory and wanted to try it out.

Being willing donor to a vampire isn't much different than donating blood, except for the part where I enjoy it. The wrist, ankle, and neck were all familiar entry points for donation but the master tended to bring the experiments to feeding as well. We'd tried the back of the knee, the inner arm, anywhere where one could affix his mouth and achieve suction. If I was in a bratty mood and wanted to tip the delicate scales of our relationship I would request the femoral artery. The master's long tongue made exploring around that area quite pleasurable for me. As well as the sensation made the after pain more bearable.

14 missed called and a few indecipherable texts (we were still working that out). I borrowed some ashen toilet paper from a guest (another guest's cat had been chewing on the other roll) and moved to the bathroom to multitask. Familiar still have all the human normal body functions and the necessary evacuations that come with them.

"Master." I said into the phone, trying my best to sound patient. He'd interrupted the best part of the classic slasher movie we'd been watching."

"I have it, Darlie" he breathed into the phone. My colleagues say that the experiment must take place as the sun's rays begin to peak above the horizon. That way when my mind begins to shut down it will achieve a higher sense of awareness unlike anything we've ever experienced." I knew the "we" he was referring to didn't include me. Whatever our symbiotic relationship was, it did not include him seeing me as an equal among his kind.

"I'll be right up," I said glancing back into the basement. We're almost finished here". The guests had been disappearing one by one as the evening wore on, but the hypnotic effect of watching a horror movie and the level of deceiver enchantment I had placed upon the basement (hey, being a familiar has some perks), that the guests hadn't noticed. The ghouls had been in a feeding frenzy lately and had been taking the guests more frequently to their underground cells for disfigurement at a rapid clip this evening.

"Bring one of them with you," the master hissed into the phone, "Preferably a young male, in case I need more pints." "Of course," I said, and hung up. The guest with the black cat, Max (probably the cat and the boy's name), I couldn't remember, had been eyeing me suspiciously all evening. Cats tend me to be more aware of their surroundings, especially when it involves magic. And Max the human may be socially inept but intellectually he was no idiot. His social awkwardness prevented him from coming out and saying anything outright, for the mix of people in the basement with him were people he specifically wanted to impress and never would have imagined being in the same location with. So for now, he'd keep his trap shut. His cat however, might have to pay a visit to the swamp later.

The swamp was in the back part of the yard backing up into the woods. The caretaker was a man named John and his corgi named Candy. Their job was to take care of the alligators and other creatures that lived in the swamp, but they'd been missing for a few days now and it might be time to investigate if their bones have started to surface. Either way, it might be time to investigate taking a trip to show Max the cat, and throwing him in.

Exiting the bathroom I looked toward the egress and saw the beginnings of pale pink lines coming in through the window. The sun was beginning to rise, we didn't have much time. "Come on Max," I said, walking up to him and extending my hand, let's go upstairs." "It's Ted," he replied, taking my hand. "The cat is named Max."

"Sure," I said, knowing neither of their names would matter in a few hours.

The next morning, as the master was mixing his elixir with a combination of Max, Ted, and my blood to take before his body died for the day, he looked over at me lying on the floor in a state of post donation brain drain fatigue.

He made a *Tsk, tsk, tsk* sound which sounded even more irritating as his fangs met his tongue, "It wouldn't do to have you laying about all day, Darla, don't waste precious daylight. Go and make yourself useful." His tone was more teasing than critical, but he had a point, there was work to be done. I tried to sit up but felt a dizzy spell and slumped against the wall. Hey, at least it looked fairly similar to a bow. "Of course not, master.", I said, "I have a list of chores and tasks to complete this morning." He smiled ruefully and walked into his room to drink his blood cocktail and report his findings to the rest of the Pricks (I'm not kidding, that's the name they came up with for their cohort) the following evening.

After a few hours I stretched my neck and spine, hearing every disc crack as I straightened and stepped out into the sunlight of the rear yard. It has a slight overgrown look, which was as much the fault of the creatures we housed back here as it was to keep strangers away, plus it lead an ambience of abandonment to the house. I was looking for any excuse not to go into the basement, in case the ghouls and gremlins hadn't cleaned up their mess from the previous party. In the backyard I saw several spiderwebs that had taken over one area of the back deck. I knew I would have to pass through them to get to the toolshed and I didn't want to wake Abarat, the giant, venomous spider who helped take care of any unfortunate visitors who happened to scale the fence on a dare or a whim. There was also the mysterious woman I'd seen wandering around the basement last night to worry about. I had assumed the was a party crasher or another guests date that I hadn't accounted for, but she looked to ethereally pretty (almost hidden behind her gothic makeup) to be hanging out with the normie crowd. Was she an associate of the master's? A coffin baiter trying to sneak in? Whatever it was, she had insofar gone unnoticed by the master, at least to my knowledge, so that would have to remain a problem for another time, unless she happened to stumble into Abarat's web while she was at it. Speaking of which, I wasn't looking forward to walking through the web but I had to push through. It not only pissed off Abarat that she had to do her work all over again, but left me feeling sticky for the rest of the day. I pushed through, yelling, "It's just me Aba!" hoping she would hear me and not come barreling down the web with her legs thundering and fangs out, mistaking me for dinner. What a nightmare.

In the backyard I set food out for the amorphous creatures who today resembled giraffes, the last time they'd been in this form they'd attracted the next door neighbor's child to climb the fence and attempt to pet them, which lead to one of them swallowing him whole. This displeased the parents' greatly as they witnessed the feeding so I had to pour in a lot more glamour and reach down the creatures through to pull the child back out, with a warning that giraffes were dangerous and maybe he should play with Legos instead. After feeding the animals and throwing more sticks, brambles, and briars around the border (no sign of Abarat thank gods), I opened my senses to feel if the master was asleep yet. There's a constant humming in my head that only quiets when he's asleep (dead, however you want to look at it. Sensing silence I went back to the toolshed to grab my motorcycle and head into town.

The tavern that the local familiars tend to frequent is a shambling hold in the wall, colloquially known as Coffin Beat, which hosts several gothic dance parties as well. The name displayed to locals during the day is "Coffin Beans" and hosts crochet circles, open mic afternoons, and boasts locally grown and roasted coffee beans with different blood syrups. I was meeting two of my familiar friends here this morning to trade news and to ask about the mysterious girl I had seen the previous evening.

Kerra saw me from her table underneath the waning and left her conversation with her red-headed companion to break into a run toward me. "DARLA!" she squealed, her blonde braids bounding behind her as she threw me into a glomp before I had time to step off my bike, "YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I HEARD."

"Easy," I told her reproachfully squeezing her back as much as my aching back and neck would allow. "It was a rough night. Master was experimenting again."

"Amsterdam?!" she said, "Again? What now?" I filled her in on his latest experimentations with enlightenment.

"That's not so bad," she replied, grabbing my arm and half dragging me to the table where Torrin sat, probably nursing a strong hangover cure no doubt. "at least he hasn't asking you to donate other liquids in with the blood, like urine." "Or make you test the concoctions first to make sure they're not poisoned," Torrin snorted. "WHAT?!" I exclaimed taking a seat beside them. "Who's doing that?" "Paris," Torrin said, which was the name of her master. In our circle it's common to refer to our masters in code in case anyone might be listening, usually after a city or famous place they're associated with. "But it's ok," Torrin went on, pointing to her drink which was colored a deep read and teaming. "Drinking this afterwards helps." I was afraid to ask what exactly was in it. It's true that remaining a familiar for a long time (Torrin had been with Paris at least half a century) can begin to change your physiology to help your body cope with the more demanding particulars of the position, a few decades of having familiars die from poisoning, intestinal bursting, and combustion had shown the masters that adjustments had to be made to our weak and fragile bodies if they didn't want to have to replace us every few months.

"Torrin!" Kerra whispered eagerly, "You're missing the point! We have to tell her."

"Tell me what?," I asked waiving the bairmaid down to order a triple espresso, "Who's coming?"

Kerra and Torrin looked at each other conspiratorially before they both said at the same time, "Oslo."

Oslo was a master vampire in central Europe who it was rumored to have been searching for a replacement for his familiar after the last one sacrificed herself to a hunter who had broken into their home. She had saved Oslo but he had had to flee and was supposedly perusing the area. He was gargantuan, with an insatiable appetite for sustenance and familiars alike. He tended to go through them pretty quickly. None of us exactly wanted to be his familiar but hey, a job was a job, and there were plenty of familiars in the wings who were waiting for a master to change them.

"Is he coming to one of the gatherings here?" I asked.

Kerra nodded vigorously nearly shaking the able. How much had she had to drink before I'd gotten here? "We've heard rumors he's sending his second to the dance this weekend." Oslo's particular size made being conspicuous fairly difficult in a crowd, so he often sent his second in command, Cyrus, as an agent in first to arrange a meeting.

Torrin brought out a tablet from next to her seat and begin scrolling through a list. "I've been working with Art on a potential list of familiars to recommend to his service. There's about four or five who would be a good fit."

With the excitement of another master vampire entering the city, there would be double the celebrations and the masters in the surrounding cities would be in a particularly good mood with an excuse to get together, the woman I'd seen in the basement last night completely slipped my mind. By the time I returned to the house a few hours later to feed myself and take my iron pills, I'd nearly forgotten all about her.

I had made plans to meet Torrin and Kerra at the gathering the following night at Coffin Beats, where a lot of the familiars came on their night off to dance, drink, and blow off steam. This was also the event Cyrus was planning to attend to verify candidates from the list Art and Torrin sent. I had a nagging thought at the back of my mind that I would see that woman again, but whether she was a friend of the master's or an enemy sent from a rival belfy, remained a mystery.