#it's so hard to tell who's who with these costumes

[stxrsniolo]

ㅤㅤִㅤ ݁ ꉂ costume party ᴖ ֽ ㅤᷭ

ㅤ﹙ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ﹚ㅤּㅤㅤ˻ㅤaegan is typingㅤ˺⠀⠀tread carefully, my dears, for the words that follow are not for the faint of heart: what lies ahead is smut, a dance of desire that might just set your pulse racing. proceed if you dare.

warnings: smut. explicit nsfw. possessive behavior. rough sex. dubious consent. public sex. sexual tension. friends to lovers.

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the night was buzzing with the wild energy of a costume party, where identities were masked, and inhibitions were left at the door. chris had dressed up as one of the charming magicians from now you see me, complete with a deck of cards, his attire adding a layer of mystique to his usual goofball charm. y/n, on the other hand, was a vision of dark allure as one of the dimitrescu sisters from resident evil village, her costume a black, low-cut dress that clung to her body, a choker, the symbol on her forehead, and a veil that combined sexiness with terror. they had agreed to meet at the party, but chris was there first, his social butterfly nature in full swing.

he was in his element, laughing, flirting, playing beer pong with reckless abandon, dancing, and even sneaking into the background of countless selfies, his energy was infectious as usual. but eventually y/n made her entrance, and the room seemed to quiet for a moment; she was breathtaking, her costume accentuating every curve, turning heads. chris felt a surge of possessive desire but tried to keep it under wraps; they were friends. just best friends. they reunited in the kitchen, their banter light and flirty, until chris was pulled away for another round of beer pong, but his focus shattered when he saw y/n on the couch, some guy leaning close, his intentions all too clear. chris, known for his impulsiveness and being the youngest of the sturniolo brothers, couldn't handle the jealousy; the thought of someone else with y/n, his y/n, was intolerable. he didn't hesitate, his blunt nature leading him to confront the situation. "what the fuck are you doing with my best friend?" chris demanded, his tone sharp, his body tense with aggression. the guy, taken aback, laughed off the tension, "just talking, man, chill." y/n defended herself, "i can talk to whoever i want, chris." but chris was not backing down. "yeah? looked like he was about to shove his tongue down your throat."

the guy stood, his own temper flaring, "who the hell are you to tell her what to do?" the argument escalated, words flying like daggers among chris, y/n, and the guy, until y/n, in a burst of frustration, grabbed chris's arm, dragging him into one of the party's closets for privacy, the door slamming shut, muffling the party's noise. inside, chris was still radiating anger, his chest heaving. "he was all over you, y/n! you're—" "chris, you're my best friend, stop worrying like that, no one's going to come between us," y/n interjected, her arms wrapping around him in an embrace meant to calm. their closeness in the dimly lit closet, the heat from their argument, it all transformed into something else when chris's hands found her waist, pulling her against him, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss fueled by need. "you're fucking mine," he growled, jaw clenched as his hands slipping under her dress, feeling the smooth skin of her thighs. "prove it then," y/n whispered back, her voice laced with desire, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. the urgency of their desire took over. chris, driven by jealousy and possession, moved with rough intent. he pushed her against the wall, the fabric of her dress riding up. his hands roamed, exploring her body, the cold wall contrasting with the heat of their skin. he didn't bother with undressing her fully; his need was too much to handle, so he unzipped his pants, just enough to free his hard cock, the head already slick with pre-cum. chris found her underwear, pushing it aside rather than removing it, his fingers teasing her entrance, ensuring she was ready for him. y/n, caught in the moment, helped guide him, her hand reaching down to align him with her. chris lifted her, her legs wrapping around him, finding the perfect angle where he could sink into her deeply. the first thrust was hard, making her gasp against his mouth, the sound swallowed by their kiss. "you like that, huh? being fucked by you best friend?" chris grunted, each thrust forceful, his hips snapping against hers, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing in the small space. y/n moaned, her nails digging into his back, leaving marks through his shirt. "fuck, chris, yes," she panted, her body meeting his with each movement, the pleasure and pain of his possession mingling. chris fucked her with an intensity that was both punishing and passionate, his hands gripping her, pulling her onto him, one on her ass, the other moving to her breast, squeezing through the fabric of her costume. their movements were a dance of desire, his whispers of dirty promises fueling their passion. "i'm gonna fuck you so good, you'll never forget who you belong to." the rhythm was primal, the tension of their argument now stoking their desire, her body meeting each of his thrusts, her moans filling the closet, her body tightening around him as they both neared climax. when they came, it was like a storm breaking, chris's release a powerful claim, filling her as he groaned, his body shuddering. y/n's orgasm followed, her cries of pleasure mingling with his, the sound muffled by the walls of the closet. "you're mine, y/n, no one else's."

ㅤ﹙ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ﹚ㅤּㅤㅤ˻ㅤaegan is typingㅤ˺ᅟ⠀ i appreciate the love shown through reposts, but let me be clear: my tales are not to be copied or adapted without a whisper to me first. my words are my treasure, and i guard them jealously.

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[ecstxsyy]

2NITE? | D. GRAYSON ❦

Wanna try out some freaky positions?

based on this ask.

18+ mdni!

dick grayson x popstar!fem reader

warnings: oral (m!receiving), p in v, face-fucking, squirting, handcuff use, i just know dick talks you through it.

requests for v-day event are still open!

cupid’s candy hearts masterlist

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YOU LOVED making music, you’ve been passionate about it since you were a kid. But, never did you think you would be about to go on stage to perform in front of thousands of people. The nerves made your hands clammy, small jitters working their way through you. It was your Valentine’s Day show, so many fans were in attendance waiting to hear you sing their favorite love songs.

A countdown began in your in-ear monitor and before you knew it, the platform was rising and the stage was opening up. The backtrack to a new song you hadn’t released yet began playing in your ear and a smirk splayed itself across your face. The song playing was ‘Juno’, a song that you wrote for your boyfriend Dick, who was sitting front row in the VIP box. He’d never heard the song before, he tried to play it a few times when he would come to the studio with you, but you insisted it be a surprise.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing,” you sang through your sparkly mic, locking eyes with Dick as you came fully through the stage. “Oh yeah, you just get it.”

These words caught Dick’s attention immediately, a blush spreading across his cheeks. He listened intently, hanging on to every word that came out of your mouth.

“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit,” blared throughout the arena as you made eye contact with your flustered boyfriend, dancing along with your backup dancers to your choreography. From the look on Dick’s face, you weren't making it home before he got his hands on you.

After your performance ended, you waved goodbye to your fans and turned to walk backstage. The stage crew greeted you with water and a towel to pat down the sweat from your forehead, catching your breath in small pants. A familiar face soon greeted you with a big smile.

“So, you like the way I fit, huh?” Dick teased, bending down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. You giggled as Dick tucked a piece of stray hair behind your ear.

“Oh I love it,” you fired back, making Dick’s cheeks bloom red yet again. His hand found yours, helping you stand as he let you lead the way to your dressing room. You opened the door to the small space and walked over to your vanity to start taking off your stage costume, Dick moved quickly to help you.

His hands unzipped the back of your sparkly dress, sliding it down your frame. Dick planted kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“You got those handcuffs you were talking about?” the dark-haired boy smirked while you nodded, grabbing them from one of the drawers in the vanity. You swung the fuzzy pink cuffs around your finger as you approached him.

“You’re under arrest, Mr. Grayson,” you said seductively, pushing him down onto the couch behind him. You grabbed both of his wrists, cuffing one before pulling it over a bar on the wall and cuffing the other. Once you were sure he was locked in place, you moved to kneel between his legs. You ran your palms up and down his thighs letting them run dangerously close to his groin.

Your small fingers moved quickly to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning his jeans soon after. You slid his pants and boxers down to his ankles, letting his throbbing cock spring free. His tip was an angry red and leaking salty precum, standing prominent against his paler skin. Your soft tongue kitten-licked his tip, collecting the fluid and sticking your tongue out for him to see.

Dick groaned above you, trying to move to grab the back of your head but the handcuffs held him in place. You giggled and took his tip into your mouth, sucking on it softly before letting it go with a pop. His length stood hard, the vein that runs up the underside of it bulging out due to all the blood flow.

“Please, baby,” he breathed out, bucking his hips to try and push his cock towards your mouth.

“So needy,” you laughed out, taking him completely into your mouth. Your head bobbed up and down at an even pace, swirling your tongue around his tip every time you came up. Dick’s whimpers were pathetic but adorable, small whines pushing their way out of him. You were always so good with your mouth, so good at taking all of him.

You throated the length of his cock and his warmth filled your esophagus, you held your gags as best as you could to take him completely. Dick let out a loud whine you pulled off of him, taking in a deep gasp of air. He smiled at you proudly when you got straight back to work bobbing your head up and down on him.

“That’s my girl,” he moaned while watching you take your hands and use them to pump the rest of his length that wasn't in your mouth. You used both of your hands to twist while you jerked him off, Dick loved it when you did that. His hips went crazy, bucking wild off of the couch.

You could tell he was close, but you wanted some pleasure for yourself too. You took your mouth and hands off of him, standing to strip out of your tights and bra. Dick’s jaw dropped watching you strip for him, no matter how often he saw you naked you never ceased to make him feel like a teenage boy with his first porn magazine.

Once you were naked you straddled Dick’s lap, grabbing his tip and running it through your folds to collect your wetness.

“You got that wet just from suckin’ me off?” Dick asked in almost disbelief, he knew you would but the way you never got sick of it blew his mind.

“Just for you,” you whispered seductively in his ear, spearing yourself on his cock. He filled you so well, he had a decent girth but his dick was long and had a slight curve to the left. You clenched around him, slowly adjusting to his length before you started to bounce up and down on him.

You moaned at the way he felt inside of you, his tip rubbing against your g-spot. Dick tried to thrust his hips into you to speed up your pace, you tsked at him and slowed down even more. The groans that left him made you soaked, your arousal leaking out all over both of your thighs.

You tried to continue to tease Dick when suddenly there was a snap and his hands were on your hips, the pink cuffs remained on his wrists but the chain that connected them was obliterated by his pure strength. You thought he’d let you keep control but you were pinned beneath Dick’s weight in seconds. He thrust into you roughly, pounding your poor cervix with his thick tip.

Your moans were uncontrollable and went higher in pitch with every thrust, it was music to Dick's ears. Dick propped his string frame up with one hand whilst the other moved to play with your clit, your legs trembled around his waist and you were a writhing mess.

“Gotta stay still, baby,” Dick teased, grabbing both of your legs and tossing them over his shoulders to pin you in place. The new angle made you crazy, your back arching up off of the sweaty leather beneath you. Dick pounded his tip into your g-spot, abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

The change of position had your orgasm nearing quickly, his fingers speeding up their assault on your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a train making you nearly explode like a powder keg. Your moans came out as needy screams as your orgasm sprayed itself across Dick’s lower abdomen, you knew very well you’d never hear the end of this from your crew and manager.

“There you go, that feels so good doesn't it?” Dick coed into your easy, he removed his hand from your clit and stuffed his wet fingers in your mouth to muffle your moans. You nodded, tears of pleasure pooling in your eyes.

Dick slid out of you and pulled you up onto your knees, slapping his heavy cock against your cheek. You let your jaw fall open as he slid his length inside the warmth of your mouth, slowly beginning to face-fuck you. He used your hair as a guide, making you gag and choke on him.

Tears fell free from your eyes, smearing your mascara down your cheeks. Dick choked out a moan when you began to hum around him, his orgasm coming over him. He came in spurts, his load shooting down your throat.

“Swallow for me, princess,” Dick encouraged, stroking your cheek while you swallowed his thick load. You stuck your tongue out once you made sure you swallowed it all, showing him that you took all of it.

“That’s such a good girl,” he praised, helping you to your feet. Dick pressed a solid kiss to your lips, hugging your body against his frame.

So much for those fuzzy pink handcuffs.

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[d-lanx]

[theokusgallery]

Hiiii I saw you say you have Notes on your Remus and Janus designs 👀👀?

Could we see/hear some tidbits?

FOR SURE !! Here's what the original doodles for their designs look like, first off, (I know you didn't ask for Virgil but I did these three at the same time)

When I drew this I had just finished an exam and had to wait another hour until I could leave the classroom, so I wrote down enough notes that I had to flip the page instead:

Virgil:

- Virgil has light brown hair that he dyes black (badly). It is essential that the dye job look like shit. It looks artificial, his roots are showing, there's patches where the color didn't take, etc etc.

- He also has blue eyes, which I decided on mostly because it makes it even more clear that his hair isn't naturally black.

- He wears earrings, but his ears aren't actually pierced — they're fake little little clip-on things.

- He wears black nail polish at all times, but it's always chipped because he gets the cheapest stuff he can get his hands on.

- His hair (especially his bangs) get very long at times because he gets too socially anxious to go to the hairdresser. Back in middle school, he used to have Janus cut them for him (Remus could have done a better job but trusting him with scissors would have been a mistake). Now he mostly cuts it off by himself — it looks about as good as his dye job.

- Virgil's purple hoodie is a leftover from Remus' fashion design endeavors that Remus thought didn't look weird enough.

Janus:

- He has naturally strawberry blonde hair. The length is very important to him — he started growing it towards the end of middle school. (He allows Remus to experiment with hairdos sometimes as long as he doesn't cut anything off. I need to draw that sometime)

- I'm not entirely settled on his eye color. I know at least one of his eyes is a very pretty brown, but I have half a mind to give him a yellow glass eye for his left side — I'm not sure it'd make any logistic sense for his situation, though

- He got his ears actually pierced when he was 16.

- He also may or may not have a forked tongue. Not sure how I'd ever be able to show that off — but if he does have one, then Remus definitely was the one to encourage him to do it.

- His fashion style was definitely influenced by being around Remus (who may have used him as a mannequin/dummy because he's small.) so much. Remus also attempted to make clothes for him, but Janus is very fancy and picky, so he doesn't wear those clothes very often (though he might accessorize with stuff Remus made for him occasionally).

Remus:

- He has naturally very dark hair. He uses temporary/surface level dyes a lot, but if he's using permanent or semi-permanent dyes, he's usually limiting himself to the grey streak — it's kind of a sample strand, since it's already bleached. He 100% copied his hairstyle from Roman's.

- He (and Roman, of course) has greenish blue eyes.

- Janus paid for him to get his ears (and eyebrows) professionally pierced because otherwise he was just going to do it himself with a sewing needle.

- He has a lot of very shitty stick-and-poke tattoos he made/makes on himself. They're almost always hidden by his outfits.

- Speaking of which, Remus makes most of his outfits costumes himself. The quality of the work may vary, but they are always way too over-the-top for casual wear, because he stands out anyway, so... in for a penny, right. (As I said in the tags of a post: he is very creative and has no shame or social anxiety at all, so he had his whole aesthetic ("overdramatic green") figured out by the time he was 13)

- He also has SH scars, but, again — they're hidden by his outfits 99% of the time. He's a slut who never shows an inch of skin

[kinokoshoujoart]

the coolest kids in forgotten valley!!☆

(…it seems there may have been a stretch of time where rock and lumina were the only kids in forgotten valley…🥲)

poseref

[anna-scribbles]

h-how do you ever finish any of your work? genuine question because you seem to be productive despite your agreste syndrome and I need to learn your ways. but also how do you ever finish any of your work

unclear. last night i stayed up and finished a report worth 25% of my grade at about 5am, arrived on time for my 9am lecture, and spent about half of it zoned out while thinking about seventeen year old emilie agreste. and i was one of the most active participants in the class discussion

[lesbianphan]

anyone up and wanting to cry about Dan Howell and how much he's changed over the years or is that just me

[c00kiesart]

((OUTDATED DESIGN))

After months and MONTHS of coming up with stories upon stories with my bestie @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

I think it is finally time I start to introduce my MHA oc’s! Alongside some other arts I have stored!

Starting off with an obvious self insert-

[puppppppppy]

[akemima]

The more eddie content i consume the more i love him man OH MY GOD-

HES SUCH A CUTIE PATOOTIE

[icewindandboringhorror]

sleepy mr baby + other random misc images

[fundeadasylum]

[1/2] So... this is *really* out of the blue. Today I had to name a plastic skull. As you do. So I went with a name that I somewhat frequently give to vaguely eerie things, since I've always really liked it. Realized, wow, that name is a blast from the past, it was from one of the first fanfics I'd ever read and enjoyed, back in Ye Olden Days. On a whim, I decided to try to track down where the author of its source was now: from ffnet to deviantArt, then here. I may be wrong. If so, apologies.

oh my god

I am indeed the author of SASTSS. Somewhat to my chagrin lol

Gonna be real, I do cringe a bit now looking back on that fic. Granted, yeah, I was a kid (17 when I started writing that geeze) so of course it's kind of a mess.

I think I'm just. Really flattered that it left such an impression on you! And that you remembered it all these years later! Like genuinely, I'm really flattered! It's not silly at all! Sorry my unfinished, plotless mess was your introduction to fan fiction haha! But seriously, thank you! It's really super cool and kind of you to reach out like this. It kinda made my day. I've just got a big silly smile on my face now.

I'm glad Rix lives on as a plastic skull. It's what he deserves, the little shit. <3

[o4o41]

Common characteristics for each characters' iteration (when they act differently). And how I connect them, personality-wise.

I seem to think about how I tie the every-tmnt-iteration (past and present) characters in a way that each one won't be OOC (out of character) from another. A justification theories and all.

I did for Leo.

Now I'll do for R and a bit for the M-guy.

In 2003 R was pissy and had a foggy head when pushed too much (agitated, purposefully angered, or neglected might be). M's favorite pastime was to come and bother him, on purpose. Making him angry, knowingly.

You know for M it might be nice for him to have as much of a hyper friend like him as not to disturb and bother his bros. He tries to be positive and pass his time by trolling and being kind of mean to his bros. Esp to Raph when he (emotionaly) wears out quickly.

R has a thick shell like he doesn't really wanna allow anyone unless they know they are genuinelynice. He also likes to pride by achievements (fights perhaps) also has an ego but is defensive for his ego. While Mikey is on the way and playing with it. You know like bothering a tame dragon. On purpose. Like a purposeful d.

R would be glad to have smb to be secure and tame with (not nessessarily a love interest). Like Peter Parker when he goes to Mary Jane (her character majorly lacking, she sucks, clearly writers had no idea with her, who she iswhat her life was that kind of stuff). He goes to her after a very rough day, beatings, struggles, villains, flying etc. But R is stuck with himself. Almost everyone is emotionally stunted, D doesn't have to deal with psychological stuff, he has a hobby, M is a jerk and L seems to like to order around (maybe he doesn't like, depends. When he cant help himself that's when). He might need to meet and talk to a pyichatrist that would be nice. (Imagine the setting)

He is stuck with himself. He and his emotions.

And the bravery. He needs to remind himself to get a hold of himself. Maybe. He doesn't like ... maybe he thinks he has no personality, a monster-freak. He is passionate and ready to fight anyone that gets in the way of their group, but sadly M uses that care and push in order to run against, offender attempts against him. M is a jerk but he wants to stay positive (could be insecure too, why not) and that could mean he can do it on account of his bros. Could be gluttonous and take away kept food without warning.

Everybody is emotionally detached and hurt, and has a "?"sign about many things about themsleves (L is identity, R is his feels that he pretends he doesn'thave and D is focusing on his hobbies and tries to ignore pesky "?"s: depression and clingy thoughts maybe he is a faithful person(there's smth that keeps him gentle is it the TV series? Is it the faith in himself that he can change (life, make it more appealing and comfortable) and play as a benefit to their closed ones?)).

And M needs to have fun(be positive) in a mean way. Like a mosquito.

Edit: my HC for why Rise Mikey is tame. The 3 Brothers have been alright that M is in a position of "being taken care of, fave child and loved" from the 3. While '03 M was super bothersome because 4 were basically equal. So he was less about "being fave and more loved child" part and "parents being more attentive to him and his emotional needs", rather than he is one of tmnt and even viewed more of a slacker and a bothersome bro, rather than someone doing smth worthy and useful for the day. In Rise they came to the consensus and understanding about M. He also needs to be careful because now he has 3 more "parents", who have their own vision for how he needs to be brought up. Maybe beaten up too, a bit abused 🤔 🤷

M is self-serving, while D is detached (has passions and interests that make him feel better accomplishing).

[chiyana]

Tim tells the Batclan he's going on a space mission with Young Justice for a few weeks, he's got everything sorted civilian side and his cases and patrol routes covered, and also if any of his usual Rogue's Gallery suddenly comes looking for him don't worry about it.

And all of that is fine and normal - except that last part hey Tim what the fuck does that mean?

and Tim just goes it's fine don't worry about it anyway gotta go bye! and then he just bounces

and everything is fine until not even a day later when Babs forwards them a video Red Robin uploaded to his social medias that is a music video of him (Red Robin) seductively lip-syncing along to Chappell Roan's "My Kink is Karma" against a backdrop of fail compilation clips of several of the villains Tim has a particular grudge against, including Azrael, Lex Luthor, and most prominently Ra's al Ghul.

so there's Tim, in a form-fitting catsuit styled like his Red Robin costume, in heels, feeling himself up with a video clip in the background showing Ra's tripping on his own robes and face planting into the brickwork, evidence he dyes out some of the gray in his hair, his sash coming undone and pants falling off in the middle of a fight, trying to swipe the effects of a glitterbomb off of himself, etc.

It all ends with the Mean Girls clip of "why are you so obsessed with me?"

The video is immediately viral.

(There's some clips of Red Hood in there fucking up but Jason can't even be mad because he's laughing so hard he's gonna throw up)

Tim's Rogues absolutely DO show up to Gotham looking for him, and while they all want revenge, Red Robin is THEIR arch enemy like HELL are they going to work with these other embarrassments, so they all start fighting each other and it is absolutely CHAOS (Lex decides discretion is the better part of valor and makes a statement that no of course he has nothing against Red Robin he has no idea why he was included in that video haha yes of course it was Very Funny when a bird accidentally pooped on his head he is Very Capable of laughing at himself Thank You, and then he quietly goes to one of his vacation houses and moodily drinks for several days waiting for things to blow over)

Tim, meanwhile, is having a wonderful vacation with Young Justice, catching up with Lobo and Slobo, chasing down some space pirates, and just getting out of Gotham and away from his Rogues trying to challenge him/seduce him/kill him/whatever.

Bruce is taking the constant psychic damage of having the image of softcore Red Robin erotica burned into his brain along with the realization that way, way, WAY too many of Tim's Rogues want to sleep with him like an absolute champ. (Dick is not taking it like a champ, Dick is taking it like an unhinged vengeful wraith and has had to be benched for trying to tear out Ra's throat with his teeth.)

Stephanie is having the Time of Her Life. Damian cannot look anyone in the eye and absolutely cannot look Ra's (or his mother who ALSO showed up prominently in the video) in the face and is Not Having the Time of His Life.

(Jason is with Steph on this one, he is having SUCH a blast, this is so fucking hysterical)

[ebodebo]

The Bewitching

—thinking about roommate!simon riley seeing you in your halloween costume… MDNI

"Where's your sexy roommate anyway, babe?" Your friend, dressed as a sexy witch, purred from her spot on a stool around the kitchen island. You had invited two friends over to spend Halloween with you since your roommate, Simon, had to work.

"He, uh, had to work," you say, taking a sip of your wine. Your witchy friend's eyes widened as she carefully dipped a pita chip into some hummus.

"On Halloween?" She gawked, pushing the chip into her mouth, eyes wide. You also take a chip and swirl it around in the hummus before shrugging.

"Seems so," you say, inhaling the chip. You turn to pull open the fridge, reaching for a bottle of champagne. Once you turn back, you see your other friend dressed as a sexy police officer, head slightly titled in confusion, her eyes carefully observing your costume.

"So, what are you supposed to be? A sexy nurse?" She questions. You raise your brows, perplexed that she couldn't tell who you were.

"You're kidding, right?" You urge, waiting a minute before continuing to see if she is joking. She shakes her head no, pursing her lips. You shake your head in disbelief. "Debs, I'm one of the nurses from Silent Hill."

"Should've gotten Simon to dress as pyramid head," your sexy witch friend instantly says. You flick your eyes to hers to see a smirk spreading on her lips.

"Oh, please," you laugh out. "Over his dead body would he ever willingly dress up." You take a sip of your wine, stalling when you hear the sound of a familiar truck pulling into the driveway.

"Oh, looks like your big guy is home," Debs winks. You roll your eyes, set your wine glass down, and head for the front door. You step out to see Simon searching for something in his truck.

"Hey," you greet. "What're you doing back so early?" He doesn't avert his attention from some loose papers he was scanning over.

After a minute, he says, "Price had a Halloween thing for his kid." He continues sifting through loose papers. "So, here I am," he dryly says, eyes still focused on the papers.

"Okay. FYI, the girls are inside—" You start before he interrupts, finally turning around to face you.

"If you want, I can just go to a bar, or—" He abruptly stops, eyes wandering down your body, taking in your costume—which included a very provocative dress. He swallows deeply as his eyes sweep over your exposed thighs, up to the deep dip of your breasts on display.

"Simon?" You prod, trying to understand why he has stopped speaking. He drags his eyes up to look into yours.

"You—what are you supposed to be?" He lazily questions.

"Um, a nurse," you say; he tilts his head to the side.

"Never seen a nurse look like that," he sticks his tongue out to wet the seam of his dry lips. You feel a sudden rush of embarrassment.

"It's from a—a game," you quickly say, rocking back on the heels of your feet. "It's kind of stupid," you turn your head away from him, trying to hide some embarrassment from his gaze.

"I like it," his eyes shamelessly drag down the length of your body. You flick your eyes back to him, offering him a small smile, noting the way his eyes become darker as the seconds pass.

"Ya?" You're shocked that you managed to get a word out since your mouth had turned to ash. Dry as a bone.

"Mhm," he hums as he takes a step towards you. You swallow hard as he steps closer to you, close enough for his fingers to graze the hem of your dress, tugging it down gently so it covers a little more of your thighs.

"Simon," you breathlessly say as you feel his fingers graze your bare skin.

"Dress ridin' up a little high," he murmurs, though he doesn't take his fingers away from you. He looks down at you, taking in your lazily closed eyes. "Have you gone out yet?"

"Wha—no. Didn't really want to," your tone is a little wobbly now as his hand slowly skimmed under your dress. You release a shallow breath.

He tilts his head back slightly. "No? What is it you wanted to do then?" He continues his movements, skimming his fingers up your thigh, slowly maneuvering between them. You find yourself gripping his shoulders. "Huh?" He tuts.

"I don't—I don't know," you choke out, dropping your head slightly as his hand grazes your cunt over your already wet underwear. You find yourself pushing yourself into his palm.

He leaned in closer to you, his hot breath grazing against the shell of your ear. "Did you want me to see you in this little outfit?" He whispers. You lean into his words flowing in your ear. "You knew how badly I wanted to touch this pretty pussy. Didn't you?" You let out an involuntary moan at his words, tightening your grip on his shoulders.

His pointer and middle finger slip into you through your underwear, grazing your clit. You find yourself rocking against his fingers to get more friction. "Ah, fuck. That's it, pretty girl," he groans, moving his fingers faster. "Keep fucking my fingers—just like that."

He pulled you closer onto him with his other hand, gripping your ass tightly to get you more friction. You leaned your head into his chest, moaning as his fingers continued to move in you.

"Fuck, baby. Look at me—look at me," he commands. You flick your head up to look him in the eyes; his mouth is slightly parted from panting. "Just like that," he pants, watching your mouth agape as he coaxes your orgasm, making you come in your underwear.

He holds you up as your body spasms, gifting him with the sweet mewls you spew. Once your orgasm subsides, he grips one side of your soaked underwear, slipping it down your thighs and tucking it into the pocket of his cargo pants he wore.

You look up at him, doe-eyed, before you look around in horror. "Oh my—you just, you just fingered me in the front yard," you frantically say, taking a step away from him. His lip quips at your genuine anguish.

"I know. I was there," he monotonously says. Anxiously, you bring your hands to thread through your hair. Your eyes widen even more.

"Oh my—my friends," you exclaim, whipping your head to your house.

"Guess you'll have some explaining to do," he casually says.

"Fuck you," you remark.

"Hungry for more already?" He smirked, pulling you by the arm closer to him so you rested flat against his body.

"No—you know that's not what I meant!"

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[bohemiandeer]

You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.

But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.

Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.

I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.

FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.