#joiners arms

[greendayauthority]

The Joiners Arms, Southampton, England, 17 December 1991

[liverpoollomo]

Joiners Arms, Bakewell. Nikon F65. Ilford HP5 (shot at 1600.)

On my second night in Bakewell I went out for a walk at night with the intention of going to one or two pubs. I happened across a fantastic "taproom" style bar that served some rather nice craft and local beers.

Had I been a local I would have patronised it as much as possible. The staff and regulars where welcoming and dogs where allowed! Dog friendly coffee shops and pubs are heavenly.

[jesuistrestriste]

HI SAGE I LOVE YOU i come bearing a gordie joiner request take your time with it i know you have so many ....... but i fear the grief of others watch party is getting to me.

may i request gordie sucking strap... i just know he'd be so good at it 💯 like. would listen to everything you say. and then like. starts tearing up while sucking on it hm. yeah. im at that time of the month 100 emoji

cw (18+) : sub!gordie joiner, dom!reader, strap sucking, deep throating, drooling, coming untouched, dacryphilia

achilles ilysm i hope you like this

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gordie’s the softest guy you’ve ever met.

he’s gentle and funny and warm—warm like a fresh cup of tea on a cool spring morning, when the dew is beading at the tips of the growing grass.

when he touches your body, he makes this little noise at the back of his throat. soft, shaky, broken. like he thinks you’re made of glass and he’s afraid to crack you open and break you. you have to guide his palms over your stomach, up your sides, in between your thighs. and you’ve come to learn that he’s pliable; malleable, really. he thinks you know what’s best for him, so he lets you lead his movements. he lets you pull on his strings like he’s a marionette, bending and stretching and positioning his body to best fit what you need from him.

he loves it when you do that.

when you make him realize that you have all of the power, and that he’s at your mercy. and he loves that you’re not mean about it—you talk all sweetly to him when he’s got his cock inside you, and you kiss his cheeks when he starts to get overwhelmed. it’s a give and take situation, sure, he knows that, but he wouldn’t want to have it any other way. if this is how you want him, then this is how he’ll be.

now, it’s nearly 11:30 PM. you came home late about two hours ago and ate the meal he’d cooked for the both of you, praising him with your fingers in his short blonde hair. he’d melted against your body, arms around your waist, rocking on his feet from side to side to sway you in his hold.

“i’m ready for you,” he’d whispered in your ear, fingers beginning to fist the back of your shirt, “whenever you’re ready to have me too, i’ll be in your control..”

that was the most blatantly submissive thing he’d said to you since you met him about five months ago. he always had good manners, subtly present obedience, but that was something new. it simmered and snapped something in your stomach, and that was it. you’d slid your hand down to the waistband of his jeans and tugged him close.

“come with me,” you kissed his jaw.

he followed without any further prompt.

so now, at—again—nearly 11:30 PM, he’s on his knees between your parted legs. his palms wrapped around either side of your hips, his mouth beginning to suck the tip of your silicone strap over his tongue. he moans around it, shaking all over like a cold, wet puppy. his eyes flutter as he hollows his cheeks.

you slide a hand down and fist his hair just enough to get his attention. blue eyes lift immediately, lips parting and disconnecting from the dildo with a soft, wet smack. he pants like he’d been holding his breath.

“hands behind your back for me, gordie.”

in the next instant, his touch is off and gone and held behind his spine. he holds his wrists hard enough to falter his bloodflow.

“sorry.”

“don’t be. back down now, okay?”

he nods, and then dips his face to meet the length again. he slacks his jaw and swallows around the toy thickly, tears beginning to prick at his eyes when he coughs around the intrusion. his throat convulses, but he pushes his head down until he’s got half of the toy buried deep. he pauses there for a moment; heat swelling in gut. he gags, lurching forward a bit, then is quickly sedated by the feeling of your fingers playing with his hair.

“shhh, you’re alright.. i’ve got you,” you murmur, “take the rest for me, i know you can.. c’mon, pretty boy..”

he loves that nickname. you think he’s pretty.

he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

he blinks at the wetness glossing his eyes, and gulps down the remaining three inches. the feeling of tightness and fullness in his throat is unfamiliar and almost unsettling. more than anything, though, it’s hot—his erection straining against his zipper is enough proof of him believing that.

he wants to reach up and squeeze your thighs. wants to cry out and push his clothed boner against your foot.

he gags softly again, his cheeks puffing, then pulls off all at once with a strangled gasp. he chokes and coughs into his lap, drool spilling down his chin in thick strings. he didn’t know he’d been pooling so much of it around the rubbery cock. it’s kind of embarrassing.

you chuckle. your hand comes down and wipes the wetness clinging to his lashes. he usually cries when he gets too aroused and isn’t given relief, but this time the tears are more from exertion.

“back in,” you whisper.

he nods, gathering himself.

“i.. hngh.. will you hold—.. my hand..?”

the words come out desperate and needy. you can tell that he wants to say so much more. he probably wants to beg for you to let him touch himself, but you both know that that’d be too much too fast. slow is better.

“yeah, c’mere..” you reach out with your right hand and his left rises heavily from behind him to intertwine his fingers with yours. he squeezes tight. one more glance up at you, and he’s going back to his task.

he licks at his spit that sticks to the pink silicone and then parts his lips to mouth at the tip. flutters his tongue like you can actually feel the frenulum. it’s cute. then he squeezes your hand twice.

he whimpers around you.

you tilt your head as you catch sight of the dazed look in his eye. you know what he wants. he doesn’t even have to say it.

you arch your hips upwards and push the dick to the back of his throat. he reflexively coughs but moans in the moment right after—beginning to bob his head to the rhythm of your rolling pelvis. it feels like the air around you both is flexing.

“you take me so well.. you’re doing such a good job, gordie..” you reach down with your left hand and thumb at the saliva that’s dripping from his bottom lip. he squeezes his eyes shut at that and keens, tears finally spilling down his flushed cheeks. blonde strands cover his forehead and splay out over his skin.

he tries to nod, but it only pushes you further down his throat. you watch his eyes open again momentarily just to roll back and flutter. he coughs wetly. you speed up your thrusts a bit, and each one of them causes a wet, lewd squelch to echo out from the suction of his mouth. he squeezes your hand hard, letting out a little sob as his shaft throbs in his clothing.

“open your throat, take me all the way one more time, hm? then i’ll lay you on the bed and make you feel good,” you murmur, low and silky.

he sniffles and blinks up at you. presses his palm to yours twice more, his fingers locked with your own.

he sits up a bit, curls over your lap, and swallows the rest of you down like he’d done a few minutes before. the tip of his nose actually presses to your lower stomach this time, his chin covered in spit and held against the balls of the toy. he groans around your silicone filling him perfectly. his entire body starts to quake a little as a result and then he’s crying out in a muffled warning. the thrums of pleasure in his body spring loose all at once.

his hips stutter forward in his seat on the ground. he’s coming, coming, coming.. so hard he can barely breathe, which the strap isn’t making any easier. you stroke his red cheek with your left hand, your fingers finding the shell of his ear next to comfortingly caress.

he splutters and pulls himself back, moaning and gasping and collapsing over your frame; strings of spit sticking to his plumped, pink lips and breaking off when his face falls into your thigh. his back is heaving while he catches his breath. little hiccups from stifled cries wrack his chest.

“okay, okay,” you hum, “.. it’s okay, i know that was a lot.. did you finish..?”

he nods weakly.

he feels like he just let you down.

you try to pull your hand from his, but he just holds yours tighter.

don’t let me go, he thinks, i need you right now.

you take the hint, using your free hand to rub circles into his back as his head spins.

“nothing’s wrong, okay? you did such a good job for me, im so proud of you, so impressed..”

he shifts closer to the edge of the bed and suddenly moves both of his arms to wrap around your torso. he smushes his face into your stomach and then tiredly kisses his way up to your neck. “i didn’t mean to.. i just got so worked-up, and i missed you, and—..”

you stroke his hair, kissing the top of his head.

“you did great,” you earnestly murmur into his hair, “.. give me a kiss, baby.”

he sniffles and lifts himself from your shoulder, looking up to your eyes with his own puffy ones. his lower lip quivers before he presses it to yours. slow, soft, sweet. so him. you can taste the salt of his tears.

your hand on the back of his neck soothes him even more and he dissolves into you.

the disconnect causes him to let out a small, broken whine. his eyes are practically sparkling with the residual wetness, like they’re made of some beautiful gemstone. aquamarine, maybe. you sigh.

“how about you come join me on the bed now, and i’ll give you what i promised. let me handle you now, i’ve got you, you know that.”

he does know that.

when he first met you, the grief of losing his dad was fresh. it started in his marrow and was beginning to eat him from the inside-out, seeping into his organs and tainting everything he used to love. you had saved him—you’d helped him clean, held him when he cried, made sure he was eating enough. he owes you everything for that, even if you had told him that you don’t want anything in return. its too late now, he’s all yours. and he doesn’t plan to back out anytime soon.

“yeah, please..” he breathes out, swallowing around a whimper, “.. you’ve got me..”

[thursdaymoonrise11]

Happy New Year!

An early post just to say Happy New Year to you all, since I'll be out partying tomorrow💃

Also a little message from me to say THANK YOU to my mutuals and beyond. I joined the Hogwarts Legacy fandom this year from afar. I worked up the courage to post my first fic, Inky Blue Flames, in January after writing it in mid-2023. It hit 10,000 hits just last month which was so exciting and such a milestone for me and my return to fanfic writing. Thank you to anyone who has read it and followed along with Phoebe Honeyball, my gapped tooth tall queen MC, and her journey - you don't know how much it meant to me!

I plucked even more courage in the spring/summer and began posting art here, and this is when I met most of you wonderful people. So here's another THANK YOU for being so sweet and welcoming me with open arms, even though I was a later joiner 💖

This truly is a wonderful little pocket of the internet with some fabulous people, and I'll be looking forward to interacting with you all in the new year ✨

Here's also to hoping we'll get some more Hogwarts Legacy content to keep us going 💪

[wongyuseokie]

Sharing Is Caring | l.s.m, k.m.g, x.m.h

☆ 18+ minors dni | ♕ smut | ♥︎ completed

Summary: You and Mingyu have always fooled around, and no one really caught on, but today, Mingyu was feeling rather bold, and so not only do you now have an audience, but you also have two new joiners.  Word Count:  4213 words 

Pairing: Female Reader x Kim Mingyu | Fe. You’dader x Lee Seokmin | Female Reader x Xu Minghao 

Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Smut, PWP. Content Warnings: None. It’s a PWP, and honestly, I just wanted to rewrite this for Seventeen’s 97 line. 

Smut Warnings: Dom! Mingyu, Dom! Minghao, Dom! Seokmin. Overstimulation, breast & nipple play. Oral (m & f receiving), face riding, squirting. Mentions of public sex. Pet names (good boy, baby boy, pretty girl), praise kink. Mingyu has a daddy kink. Pussy slapping. Spanking. Cum play. Biting, it’s mild. Hao uses cuffs. OC is a ragdoll. Pray for her. She isn’t walking for a while. They’re kind of competing? I don't know it’s just smutty. Name-calling (slut, cum slut). I don't know y’all. Choking. Kitten. 

Authors Note 1: Also, if you’ve seen this fic before, it’s because it was something I’d published once for a different group, but I wanted to revisit and rework it. Authors Note 2: Thank you so much to @wooahaeproductions and @gyupremacy for beta'ing this very long horny mess. Tagging: @aaniag 💕

Cross Posted to AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

“Mingyu, don’t. He’ll kill you,” you whispered, watching your best friend being an absolute idiot. You watched him lean over the couch where Minghao was sleeping peacefully. You knew Minghao had insomnia issues, so when he did manage to sleep, you didn’t want anyone to disturb him. 

“Make me Y/N,” Mingyu sassed back at you. You know the saying desperate times call for desperate measures? This was one. You walked over to Mingyu and wrapped your arms around his waist, halting his movements. Mingyu melted into your embrace but chuckled.

“Aww, cute Y/N, but that’s not going to do shit,” Mingyu said with a grin as he resumed his position to pounce on Minghao and wake him up. You put your hands under Mingyu’s shirt, sighing at his toned physique. 

“Baby, please,” you whispered.

You’d known him since you were kids and saw him through the rough trainee days to the present, where he and his other members were now selling out stadiums worldwide. To anyone else, it might have seemed like you and Mingyu were dating, but you weren’t. You just fucked.�� 

This whole arrangement happened one night because you were rooming with Mingyu while visiting him on tour, and you walked in on him pleasuring himself in the shower. He didn’t even look shocked or anything. 

“I have needs; if you are uncomfortable, I apologise. Please close the door, but if not,  feel free to join me.” From the adorable young boy that you knew, Mingyu had grown into one of the most handsome men you had known and a man whose duality sometimes got you wet, if you must admit. You pondered over his proposal for a second and joined him. From that night, you both became fuck buddies, and it was probably the best decision ever.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Mingyu’s resolve at waking up his member dissolved when he felt your arms wrap around his waist. “You’re not playing fair,” he mumbled, and you could feel him pout. 

“Mingyu, look at me,” you pleaded. He turned around so you were pressed into his firm chest, his arms around your waist now.

“What?” he pouted; he could be an absolute baby when required. You didn’t answer him. You stood on your tiptoes and pulled his head down to reach your lips, capturing them with yours.

“What if I kept you busy instead? Let Minghao sleep,” you suggested. Mingyu sighed, never being able to refuse you for anything, and sex was his weak spot. 

“Fine,” he bent down and hoisted you up, legs wrapping around his tiny waist. He walked over to the same sofa where Minghao was sleeping, sat you down with you straddling his lap, and continued kissing you. 

“Mingyu!” you hissed.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, he’ll wake up!” you pleaded, but it seemed like Mingyu couldn’t be bothered. After four years of being your fuck buddy, he knew your body like the back of his hand. He moved his lips to your neck and started sucking, making you suppress a moan. 

“So let him. I can assure you Minghao will enjoy what he wakes up to,” Mingyu said as he smirked against your neck. The thought of someone else watching made you grow wetter, especially if that someone was Minghao.

You’d grown considerably closer to all Seventeen, especially the 97’s. Minghao was kind, funny and sweet, and Seokmin was an absolute angel, always there no matter what. Mingyu, well, he was your best friend, but these three together were trouble with a capital “T.”

You were interrupted from your thoughts of your extremely attractive friends by Mingyu’s hands reaching the bottom of your hoodie and tugging at it. You couldn’t deny how unfairly handsome they were; it sometimes got annoying. You lifted your arms, and Mingyu removed your hoodie. His eyes widened with lust, seeing that you had chosen to forego a bra. 

“Fuck, pretty baby, no bra? Were you hoping to get fucked?” He smirked, his voice low, and you could feel his breath on your nipples. 

“Did it work?” you asked, feigning innocence. Mingyu groaned and rubbed his now hard length against your clothed pussy. 

“Can you feel that, Y/N? Of course, it did.” 

You moved your hands to reach Mingyu’s flannel shirt and unbuttoned it,  helping him out of it. His bare torso, toned body, and arms were enough to make you drool, and there was nothing to soothe the pain in your now aching cunt. 

“Y/N, stop. I want to taste you, baby; I can tell you're probably a dripping mess,” Mingyu said. You blushed, which only confirmed his assumption.

Mingyu moved you and placed you on the sofa. His hands went straight to your trousers, and he wasted no time ridding them of you before taking your underwear along with it. He was greeted with a sight he could never get tired of; your wet pussy, clit swollen, begging for attention. Just as Mingyu was about to place his tongue on your clit, you heard a gruff voice interrupt your state of bliss.

“Seriously, guys? If you’ll have sex, can you at least ask if I want to join?” Minghao smirked as he boldly asked to join you and Mingyu. You tried to cover yourself with a pillow in embarrassment, but Minghao still crawled over to your side of the sofa.

“Don’t be shy, Y/N. I’ve heard you and Mingyu so many times, and Y/N, you have no idea how many times I imagined your pretty lips on my cock. Fuck, do you both know how many bedsheets I’ve ruined because both of you won’t keep it down?” His voice was low and teasing. You shifted your gaze to Mingyu, who looked fucked out at Minghao’s words, but he recovered quicker than you.

“You want her lips, Hao?” Mingyu asked, not a hint of humour in his voice, and Minghao nodded. 

“Oh, interesting. A possible proposition, and I wasn’t invited?” A voice interrupted, and you turned around to be greeted by a shirtless Seokmin, and he was smirking at you. You were practically drooling because of the exchange between Minghao and Mingyu, and now seeing Seokmin shirtless just made you whine. Seokmin laughed at your misery, but not for long; he walked around to the sofa and bent down so his mouth was in line with your pussy.

“Shall I eat you out, princess? Your cunt looks like it’s begging for some love,” he commented. You felt his hot breath fan against your pussy; you squirmed.

“Please, Seokmin, please,” you begged, desperate to feel Seokmin’s lips and tongue on your pussy.

“Okay, princess, don’t hold back. I want to taste you on my tongue.” With that, Seokmin dove straight into your cunt. He didn’t tease; he pushed his thick tongue inside your cunt. He started moving his mouth so that his tongue was thrusting in and out of your pussy. He moved his arm and placed it over your waist, rendering you immobile. You were squirming too much, and Seokmin wanted you at his mercy.

He moved his tongue to your clit, which was now red and swollen, and begging for attention. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked while his tongue flicked your nub; his flicks were harsh and unrelenting. You felt him insert two fingers into your cunt, his mouth never-ceasing their actions while his fingers thrust in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace. You thought you would come apart right then and there; his mouth felt so good. 

You were so close, and Seokmin knew. He stopped flicking at your clit and gently nibbled it, pushing his fingers deeper into your cunt. Thrusting them upwards, he hit your g-spot. You fell apart on his tongue and let out a slight scream.

Seokmin didn’t stop; he kept lapping at your release and fingering you. The oversensitivity of his actions caused something to snap in you, making you shake violently. You grabbed Seokmin’s hair for support, and your vision faded; you were in utter euphoria.

“Hey, Y/N You okay, pretty girl?” Seokmin asked you, his voice breaking you from your lust-bound spell. You nodded.  He smiled and leaned in,  pecking your lips. You tasted yourself on him. 

“Wait, Seokmin, why are you all we—,” you stopped mid-speech because you realised why he was dripping wet. 

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you whispered. Seokmin smiled and leaned over to where Mingyu and Minghao were. 

“Hear that, Mingyu? I made her squirt. You still can’t do much to your baby girl,” Seokmin teased and shot a wink at you. You heard a growl from Mingyu. as he moved over to you, pushing Seokmin away.

While Mingyu grabbed you by the waist and repositioned you so you were now lying with your back down on the sofa, Seokmin moved over to Minghao and curled up by his side. 

Mingyu glared at you. “Do you see what you’ve done, princess? Now I’m going to fuck you, and I won’t stop until you squirt again. You are in for a long night,” Mingyu teased as he leaned above and kissed you.

“Safeword Y/N?” Mingyu asked. 

“Peaches.”

Seokmin had bruised Mingyu’s ego, and he was unhappy. 

Millions of questions ran through his mind. Were you not satisfied? Did you fake your orgasms? 

How did Seokmin, for the first time, make you squirt? He was pissed, and he was going to take it out on you. He would make you cum, squirt and beg. 

“Y/n, on your hands and knees right now,” Mingyu demanded, and you knew not to disobey, but you were a brat, and you loved to get him worked up so he’d punish you. 

“Baby boy, I’m tired. Seokmin just did a number on me,” you cooed and winked at Seokmin, who smiled and winked back at you. 

“Y/N, don’t fucking test my patience,” Mingyu warned. His voice was now louder and caught the attention of the two other boys, who were sat on the sofa to make their way to your side. Seokmin and Minghao were now sitting on either side. 

You froze in place, not that it took much. Your legs were jelly, thanks to Seokmin. Minghao started peppering kisses to your neck and started sucking, earning a moan from you. 

“Y/N,” Minghao spoke, his deep voice making you dizzy. 

“Yes?” you answered. 

“Listen to the big baby; get on your hands and knees, pretty girl. I’ll make it worthwhile,” he spoke and kissed your lips softly enough, leaving you wanting more. 

Once you were on all fours, you realised that you were facing Minghao, and you felt a dip in the sofa, noticing Seokmin once again move back to sit next to Minghao. You felt Seokmin’s hands on your ass; he was turning you around onto your hands and knees. Simply staring at them, you felt yourself getting wetter. A sharp slap to your ass broke you free of your daydream. 

“Fuck, Mingyu!” Another slap. 

“Fuck Mingyu, baby, I—” One more slap. Mingyu leaned over your body, and you felt his thick, hard length on your back. His large hand went around your neck. 

He bit your earlobe gently and said, “You call me anything but Daddy, Y/N, and you won’t fucking walk for a week. Now I will have my way with you. You squirted for Seokmin. You are a filthy little slut. Only whores squirt like you did,” Mingyu whispered in your ear, and his words shot straight to your pussy. If you thought you could, you would cum at that moment. 

“Mingyu, please fuck me,” You heard him telling you to call him Daddy, but you wanted to be a brat; you wanted him to fuck you hard. There was another slap to your ass. 

“You want to play it like that, Y/N? Okay, princess, you do that. Just know I’m going to use your pussy to store my cum, and you better keep it in there. When I’m done, Minghao can lick it out of your cunt.” 

“Gladly, Mingyu. I want that sweet little pussy on my mouth,” Minghao said in agreement.

Mingyu pushed his cock into your cunt without warning, resulting in a loud moan from you. You’d been sleeping with him for four years, yet his length would always stretch you out, and you welcomed that burn. He started pounding into your cunt, showing no mercy. He wrapped his arm around your waist and snaked his fingers to your clit. starting to rub. 

“Fuck Daddy,” you moaned. 

“So fucking good,” you praised. You were on the precipice of your second orgasm of the night. Mingyu knew and just fucked you harder as he worked his fingers quickly against your clit. You felt something snap another word.., and you came. Mingyu let out a loud groan at your cunt clenching around his cock. He didn’t stop; he just kept pounding into your wet and now sensitive cunt. 

“Daddy, please, too much,” you whined, but you didn’t actually mind.  

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” Mingyu asked.

“That I’m your little cum slut, Daddy,” you replied, moaning. Your words did something to Mingyu because he let out a growl and started rutting his hips into your cunt even harder, at a pace you didn’t think was possible. He wrapped his hands around your neck, choking you. 

“Daddy is pretty close, baby,” Mingyu told you in a low voice; you could tell he was. His breathing was getting more uneven. He suddenly pulled out of your cunt, making you whine at the loss of the contact, only to push back in and continue fucking you. You felt your legs shake, your limbs gave way, and your vision faded for the second time tonight. You were panting and crying tears of pleasure. 

Mingyu was satisfied, he had made you cum twice, and now you had just squirted all over him. He thrust into you a few more times until he reached release and filled your pussy with his cum. 

“Princess, you okay?” Mingyu asked as he softly turned you over and kissed your forehead. 

“Yes, I am.” You were exhausted, and yet you wanted more.

 “Good, pretty baby. Now walk over to Minghao and sit on his face.” You did as you were told, and the minute you placed your cum filled cunt on Minghao’s lips, you felt his arms wrap around your waist. “Don’t you dare let my cum drip out of your pussy. Let him lick you clean.” 

“Ready for me, baby?” 

You did not understand how one man’s tongue could bring you so much pleasure. You fisted your hands into Minghao’s hair, and he licked and sucked Mingyu’s cum out of your pussy. Long strokes of his tongue collected the cum that threatened to spill out of your pussy as he sucked at your cunt, cleaning it of Mingyu’s cum. 

Minghao mumbled something. The vibration shot straight to your now extremely sensitive pussy, and caused you to barrel into your fourth orgasm of the night. Your grip on his hair tightened, and you screamed because Minghao would not stop. 

His arm around your waist meant that he had you at his mercy. He kept flicking your clit, and sucking at it. Alternating between sucking and licking, you were so close. You felt two pairs of lips, one on your neck and one on your breasts.

You opened your eyes—previously screwed shut in pleasure—to find Seokmin’s plump lips on your nipple, sucking and gently using his teeth to tug at your swollen nipples. 

While Mingyu was the one at your neck, he was not kind about it. He was sucking and biting your neck, leaving no part of it untouched. You’d be purple and hiding your neck in a turtleneck for a while, but you didn’t care right now. 

The combined pleasure of all three men on your body had you seeing stars, and you came again, even harder and shook. Minghao licked a couple more times, making you shiver with overstimulation, and he loosened his grip around your waist. 

Seokmin and Mingyu helped to lay you down on the sofa. You sighed in relief as you finally let your body relax on the couch.

You noticed Minghao getting up off the sofa and walking away. 

“Hao,” you whined. You didn’t get to fuck him, and you were so desperate to feel his cock inside you. Mingyu chuckled as they slid two fingers into your wet pussy. 

“Sssh, Y/N. If I know Minghao, he’s just coming back with something to keep you in place,” he smirked as he fingered your pussy. While Mingyu fingered you, Seokmin leaned down to bring his mouth down to your cunt, and licked your now extremely oversensitive clit. 

He sucked and grazed his teeth on your cunt, pushing you straight into your sixth fifth? orgasm of the night. You noticed Mingyu lifting his fingers soaked in your cum to Seokmin’s mouth, who sucked his fingers clean. 

“Fuck, Y/N; you taste so good.” You thought you would not live through what these boys were doing to you. “God, I could honestly eat you out forever.”

Minghao came back with two scarves and a pair of handcuffs. You scoffed. 

“Hao? Seriously, Gucci scarves and Chanel-encrusted handcuffs?” He smirked at your comment.

“You deserve the best, and might as well use something designer when I fuck you so hard that you can’t walk straight when I’m done.” That shut you up quickly.

“Boys, hold the pretty slut down.” You shivered at his words; besides Mingyu, all the boys were shocking you tonight. They were grown men, but the filth coming out of their mouths was new—not that you minded in the slightest bit.

Mingyu and Seokmin grabbed your legs and spread them as wide as possible. You’re now dripping, with your aching cunt on full display. Both men let out a groan at the sight. 

“Hands Y/N”, Minghao spoke as he walked around to the sofa, and he was now standing in front of you as well. You held out both hands to him, and he tied them together with a scarf. Kissing your wrists gently, he then snapped the handcuffs over the scarf. 

“Hao, isn’t that a bit much?” 

Minghao smirked, his eyes dark with lust. “Baby, when I’m done with you, you’ll be glad these scarves provided relief.” With that, he grabbed you by your waist and flipped you over and onto your knees. You were struggling to balance on your knees now that your hands were bound.

You felt your ankles being tied together, too. “Minghao, how the fuck will I move?” You protested. 

“Exactly, baby girl. You won’t. I will fuck you and use your little cunt until I cum understood?” You were stunned into silence. Minghao took your silence as disobedience, and you were punished immediately with a sharp slap to your ass. 

“Yes, I understand, sir.” Minghao moaned at the mention of sir.

He positioned himself behind you and grabbed your bound wrists so your back was pressed into his chest. You were on your knees, ankles bound. Minghao slid his hard, thick and long length into your cunt.

“Ah, Ha—Sir, too much,” you choked out. 

Minghao kept pushing into your cunt, until he fully bottomed you out. 

“Sssh baby, deep breaths, relax. I’ll make you feel good. Okay?” 

You nodded, letting out a hum of acceptance. “Please move,” you begged. Minghao placed a kiss on your back in between your shoulder blades.

Minghao started pushing into your cunt; he began his thrusts slowly and growled at how tight you were. The pain from the stretch subsided and was now pleasurable; the position he had you in had his cock filling you up and hitting your g-spot each time. 

Minghao, on the other hand, was in absolute bliss. His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. You were so fucking tight, and you were like a vice grip around his cock. 

Minghao bit down on your exposed shoulder and started sucking it. He kept going while he thrust his hard cock inside your pussy. You were in absolute pleasure until you felt something soft at your pussy. You looked down to see Mingyu snaking his tongue along your clit.

“Mingyu, fuck, so fucking good,” you moaned, had it not been for Minghao’s vice grip across your waist, you would have fallen over. You were drowning in pleasure as Mingyu kept licking your pussy. 

“Fuck,” A loud groan came from Minghao as he thrust into you harder and faster.

You felt a hand caress your cheek softly, and you looked to your right to find Seokmin staring at you sweetly. His cock was red, hard and swollen and begging for attention. 

“Seokmin, please fuck my mouth,” you begged. You wanted them all at once and in one go. 

Seokmin walked closer to you and put his hands into your hair, making a makeshift ponytail, as he guided his thick length into your mouth. He let out a loud moan as he felt your warm mouth enclose his cock.

You tapped Seokmin’s thigh to let him know you were ready for him, and he slowly started thrusting into your mouth. Fucking your throat, you so badly wanted to cup his balls and make him beg and cum for you, but your hands were bound. That being said, the rate at which Seokmin was fucking your throat, you know he wasn’t far off. Mingyu’s tongue was still playing with your clit. 

Minghao kept pounding into you and biting your exposed back and shoulder. You were close to cumming, and so was Minghao. You needed to cum. Mingyu knew your body, and he could see it; he replaced his tongue with his fingers and rubbed at your clit. You shook and froze for a moment as you came, making Minghao moan and bite down harder on your shoulder as you tightened even further around his dick.

You knew Seokmin was close, his thrusts were getting sloppy, and he stilled his hips with one final thrust into your mouth. He gently pulled out of your mouth and kissed your lips. His hot cum spilling down your throat. 

“Good girl, Y/N,” Mingyu sat before you and kissed you, his tongue snaking into your mouth, tasting Minghao’s cum and yours. 

“Seriously, yY/N. You’ve been a very good girl.” Mingyu snaked his fingers down to your clit again and fingered your clit harder, and you shook and came again. You had lost count of how many times you came tonight. Minghao pushed into you one last time and stilled his moving hips, his cum painting your walls. He kissed all the spots he bit and undid the ties around your ankle.

Just when you thought you’d get relief of some sort—as you felt Minghao undoing the scarves around your ankles lightly, massaging the area. You were immediately carried and placed on to Mingyu, sitting, his dick hard and waiting for you. 

Minghao carried you onto Mingyu and put you down onto Mingyu’s cock. You let out a strangled cry, you were so sensitive and yet you wanted so much more. Mingyu wasted no time and started thrusting his hips upwards. He set a brutal pace, and you were so fucking close to cumming again. 

“Mingyu, please. Daddy, I need to cum,” you begged, and Mingyu’s eyes softened.

“You will, with me,” and with that, he pounded into your cunt hard as he could. You still needed to finish, and Mingyu immediately put his fingers on your clit and rubbed the swollen nub, making you squirt all over him. You felt him getting close just from how shallow his breaths were. He still his hips and held you close, and came inside you.

You were a sobbing and moaning mess. You felt so good, so worn out, yet you wanted more. You felt Mingyu lift you off his lap and place you on the sofa. He undid your bound wrists, kissing them. He pulled you into his side and started kissing you; his kisses were soft and gentle. Before you could melt into his tenderness, you felt two tongues on your pussy. You tried to squirm away, but Mingyu gripped you harder. He knew he wrecked you.

You looked down to see Minghao and Seokmin at your cunt, lapping up your release and Mingyu’s release. You noticed how both tongues would meet, and the sight had you so close to cumming. 

It didn’t take long for Mingyu to kiss you, all while Seokmin’s lips were sucking on your clit, and Minghaos’s long tongue collected the release in your pussy as you fell apart on their tongues.

The two boys lapped up your release, kissed your forehead, and sat next to you on the couch when they cleaned you up. You were practically curled up in Mingyu’s lap.

“You’re right, Gyu; maybe a fuck buddy isn’t such a bad idea,” Seokmin said with a chuckle. 

“This doesn’t just have to be a one-time thing, right?” You mumbled, loud enough for the others to hear you. 

“No, kitten, it doesn’t,” Mingyu agreed, kissing your forehead. 

[vgbugs]

Could you perhaps do the Killiks from Star Wars: The Old Republic? :]

Killik - Star Wars: The Old Republic

A race of insectoid aliens that resemble humanoid ants, although their faces remind me of tiger beetles personally. Their larvae are more like soft little grubs with eyes like those of baby birds, bulging and seemingly useless. But be not misled! The babies are hostile.

Unsurprisingly for a fictional insectoid race, they have hiveminds with members lacking individual personalities and senses of self. Even members of other species can be assimilated into these hiveminds, turning them into black-eyed Joiners.

I do like that they don't just have one singular hivemind, but several, each with its own, different overall personality and set of values. They even make art!

Apparently they swarm the planet of Alderaan every 100 years, and hibernate in-between.

Star Wars is a massive IP with a lot of old lore and dubiously canon or non-canon media, which includes different designs for the Killik.

My favourite one has somewhat feathery antennae and a curling, butterfly-like proboscis, with either four and two arms. These ones are quite cute.

Another design of note is essentially a big red mantis with massive mandibles, and eerily humanlike eyes. Spooky!

[fagcvnt-bah]

REQUEST #013 ' FREAK ALTER .

( note ; alter may come differently from information provided . )

( mod note ; the plushophilia , hoplophilia , and toxophilia are meant to be tied with the objectophilia , in a romantic and / or platonic ( or general non - sexual ) manner . )

꒰ : " WEIRDO TIER / LVL 1 " : ꒱

𓂃☆  NAMES – Matt , Archie , Cyber , Sunnie , Emmitt , Emmori .

𓂃☆  PRNS – Hx/Hxm , Irt/Irts , Irk/Irks , Null/Nulls , Rose/Roses , Rust/Rusted , Star/Stars , Spark/Sparkle , Kandi/Kandis , 🔥/🔥s , 🐾/🐾s , ✨/✨s .

𓂃☆  AGE – Ageless . Appears mid - twenties .

𓂃☆  GENDER – Agender , Gendervoid , Sortaboy , Demiboydollic , Transconfused , Sweetboy .

𓂃☆  ORIENTATION – Omnisexual , Biromantic , Aromantic .

𓂃☆  ROLES – Hypersexuality holder , OCD holder .

𓂃☆  SPECIES – Human , Deer , TransArcticFox .

𓂃☆  SOURCE(S) – N/A .

꒰ : " FREAK TIER / LVL 2 " : ꒱

𓂃☆  CIS IDS – OCD , Autism , Rainbow lover , Silly , Cringey , Emoji lover , Semi - chronically online , Myspace user , Trend starter , Cat lover , Kandi hoarder .

𓂃☆  TRANS IDS – Racefluid , Species ( arctic fox ) , Double set of arms , Third eye , Occupation ( archaeologist and poet ) , Trend joiner ( participates in most trends , especially ones related to hxs special intrests and kandis aesthetic . )

𓂃☆  OTHER IDS – PermaColourfulOutfit , PermaDyedHair , PermaNeat , PermaLockdownEra , TrisHyper , TrisGardener , NullDeer .

𓂃☆  AESTHETIC – Decora .

𓂃☆  SOURCE CONNECTION – N/A .

꒰ : " CREEP TIER / LVL 3 " : ꒱

𓂃☆  LIKES – Being able to talk about sparkles intrests , Writing , Long car rides , Deep meaningful talks with friends , Psychology ( spintrest ) , Poetry ( spintrest ) , Archaeology ( spintrest ) .

𓂃☆  DISLIKES – Being ignored , Feeling burnt out , Chickens ( has trauma regarding them ) , When Sunnie ’ s routine is interrupted , Being distracted , Questions about rusts past .

𓂃☆  SPEECH – Slight indistinguishable cisAccent ( possibly from an eastern European country ) , Can mimick other accents fairly well ( often does so due to fangs racefluidity ) , Usually pretty quiet unless rust is talking about stars intrests .

𓂃☆  TYPING QUIRKS – Y to IE ( when it comes at the end of a word only when the “ y ” sounds like “ ie ” . ex ; bloody → bloodie , money → monie ) , Mostly types in all uppercase except for when rose is upset , Expresses heavy excitement in nulls words , Often misspells words from typing very fast .

𓂃☆  TYPING EXAMPLE – “OH OH !! HIII :3 !! SO HAPPIE TO BE ABLE TO MEET YOU >:3 OIH ! YEAH I SHPULD INTRKDUCE MYSLF !! IM ARCHIIE AND— CAJ I YAP ABOIT MY SPECIALL INTRESTS ?? ”

꒰ : " BASTARDIZED / EXTRAS " : ꒱

𓂃☆  PARAPHILIAS – Caponolagnia ( smoking ) , Hoplophilia ( guns / firearms ) , Metrophilia ( poetry ) , Objectophilia ( inanimate objects ) , Odaxelagnia ( biting or being bitten ) , Plushophilia ( plushies ) , Toxiphilia ( archery ) .

𓂃☆  PERSONALITY – Emmori is a calm person , Though can get a bit upset when ✨s routine is disrupted , Hx mostly tends to keep to 🐾self , Often Emmitt will right about irks special intrests , And share these writings with anyone willing to listen to irt .

𓂃☆  VERBALITY – VerbalFlux ( DemiVerbal to HyperVerbal . )

𓂃☆  SIGN OFFS – ✨🐾 , 🌹🔥 , 🛹🎉 .

𓂃☆  FACECLAIMS –

and because im feeling nice . and since this took a bit for us to actually get to .

𓂃☆  EXTRA – An example of what I mean by cisKandiHoarder

[hope-luvs-hrtstppr]

this is such a harrianthe song, ianthe’s pov (if her infatuation with harrow was more innocent and crush-like and she wasn’t awful yk)

walk with me-

the arm scene (duh)

ianthe is witness to harrow after losing gideon, at her most miserable and vulnerable and desperate.

and then post lobotomy, she kinda just watches as harrow wanders around passing out and throwing up all the time.

then watches her get hunted by g1deon over and over again, trying and failing to protect herself

and is like: yk what hell yeah

half the time her reaction to harrow is “sucks for u lol” but the other half is intrigue.

she gives harrow the lobotomy, is the holder of the notes she writes to herself, helps her try and kill g1deon

cus they are the only two necromancers who were powerful enough to achieve lyctorhood, the two new kids on the mithraeum, completely cut off from their other halves, TWO PEOPLE FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE BIN

HBO representing the media harrow has consumed growing up, so scripture and study. or HBO can stand for Holy Bone Occult or smth, whatever tickles your fancy. basically ianthe being like “wow ur really into bones, get a life”

the soup scene!! cus yk harrow abstracts her own bone marrow then puts in the soup so gideon blows up (but also, harrow just be puking)

anyways, thanks for coming to my ted talk. i don’t even ship harrianthe, but this song really spoke to me. i think ianthe is a little more evil than my interpretation of the song suggests, but it’s kinda fun to imagine her with real emotions for the hell of it. i may post more “songs that remind me of…” in the future so stay tuned for that:)

[vintage-tech]

Cleaning a View-Master model L

Went to a yardsale and found this bundle.

Of all the viewer iterations I'm not particularly a fan of the Model L (produced by GAF in 1977, then Tyco in 1989, and nowadays Mattel) for looking too modern and cheesy, but this one is a GAF thus a vintage model. Here's what it looks like up close:

It was not at all in bad condition but when you're over 40 years old you do tend to get a little grubby. It was cleaning time and I could not find any instructions on this specific model, only a Blogspot blog where the guy had opened his up and taken one photo.

So I set out to make a quick tutorial on cleaning a View-Master model L so there'd be one in cyberspace. Click through to read!

First let me clarify that unless there's a reason like dirt inside that you can see, you don't have to open this thing up. I could have just cleaned the outside of the lenses and called it good, but I wanted to be absolutely sure this was spotless inside. Now then:

The shell comes together just like a model G, so using a plastic prying tool in the four corners takes it off its metal joiners.

It separates neatly into the two halves with the reel holders on one side and the advance disk on the other. Honestly, a View-Master model L has just four internal parts to fiddle with, instead of six like earlier models when you count the diffusion filters.

The eyepiece side: Like other models the lenses are permanently mounted, so cleaning the outside surface is done with a wet cotton swab to get the crud from the periphery out. If you open it up to clean the inside, run some water through the shell, shake out the water droplets, and use a cotton swab to wipe the inner surfaces of the lenses. Make sure there are no spots before setting aside to dry.

The filter side: This is the one place where there's a major difference between the L and most other previous models (see the photo of the two halves open)... Every other model, you can take the diffusers out. This one has one long diffuser like a visor which is held in place by plastic tabs that have been split, so if one were to remove the black housing to get to the diffuser one would mess up those tabs. The best you can do here is run some water inside, shake it out, wipe the parts of the diffuser you can reach with a cotton swap, then put something soft in the view holes to push the diffuser out so there will be circulation. Not doing so will leave waterspots in the center!

I used two spudgers to let the water slip down (you see one drop hasn't yet), then pushed a strip of paper towel in to mop up the moisture. This was the most damage-risking part of the cleaning.

The disk: If there's any dust or rust, here's your chance to address it. In my case, the center 'axle' had rubbed against the plastic that it sets into enough that there was orange(!) dust on the rim of the ring. I cleaned that off with a wet swab, then put a dab of light oil on my finger and ran it around the ring to hopefully reduce future friction without compromising the integrity of the plastic.

Another difference, also seen in that split photo, is that the two arms that hold the reel into place have also been kinda 'welded' into place with plastic splits. I say kinda because you can turn the arms to free them from their settings and to put them back into place. Previous models didn't secure the arms, they just sat in their grooves and would fall out as you opened the case up.

With the lenses and diffuser clean and the inner surfaces dry after a period of time, the disk goes back in its place (put the spring's end back on its tab first, then it holds itself there on its 'axis') and the arms go back into their notches (and stay there!). The two halves can be pressed back together with four gentle 'snaps' of their metal joiners, and now you're ready to view some reels!

[elisysd]

18. You know I dream in color and do the things I want

Masterlist - Previously - Next

Chapter soundtrack: Stronger (What doesn’t kill you) - Kelly Clarkson

Charles was so excited to have you back in the paddock with him. His performances and the car were starting to get better and he knew that your presence would only bring extra motivation to him. You had explained to him in thorough detail your plan and showed him notes and a list of guests you would love to have. If it had stung to not see his name on top of it at first, he quickly understood where your goal was lying. 

“Luc would be so proud of you, you know,” he whispered in your ear as you were drifting on and off of sleep in his private jet as you were on your way to Austin.

He was almost sure to find you smiling sadly hearing the name of your brother or to see the spark in your eyes dim. But it wasn’t the case. Instead, your smile got broader and your eyes shone brighter. 

“I’m going to try to have Newey on the podcast. He was Luc’s idol.”

“I thought I was!”

“And you are,” you laughed. “but Newey isn’t far behind you. And truthfully, I’m so curious to chat with him. I want to know what is written inside that red notebook.”

“Me too. Please, if you manage to have access to it, can you take pictures of what is inside so Ferrari knows how to build a fast car for next year?”

You laughed as you cuddled to his side, trying to make yourself comfortable. There was nothing you hated more on earth than taking the plane. Being thousand miles away from the ground without any options to rely on if things started to go wrong was not a pleasant feeling. You couldn’t wait for the flight to be over and to step out of the private jet, breathing clear air. 

It was the late evening when you finally made it to Austin. You were not that tired and wanted to take the opportunity to meet your old colleagues downtown. Some would say, you had hidden motivations and the get together was not coming from pure intentions. You preferred to see it as mixing business with pleasure for once. Seeing Jean and Marion made your heart miss a beat. You had braced yourself with the feeling that meeting them again would inevitably bring back old memories. Their friendly faces reminded you of the first time you stepped foot in the office, as a freshly new joiner, all lost, confused but still eager to learn. The first GP and interviews under Marion’s wing, the first pre-race meeting and first debrief. It seemed like a lifetime ago when in fact it had only been a few months. So much had changed. You had changed. 

“Y/N! I’m so happy to see you,” Marion greeted you, a smile on her face before engulfing you in a hug. 

“It’s good to be here with you guys.”

“So… your little project? Care to tell us more about it. I have to say, I’m very excited,” Jean threw an arm around your shoulder, before guiding you to their table.

You spent the next hours explaining in every detail your plan and how you would put it into action. When you finally were over, Marion smirked and rummaged through her handbag before handing you something you knew very well. 

“If you really are going to create your own media, you need a pass,” she winked. 

“I suppose. But I don’t think this one works anymore,” you said, bittersweet, caressing your old pass suddenly feeling nostalgic.  

“Well, you are arriving with Charles so you don’t have to scan his one at the entry. But no one will verify thoroughly if you wear it inside the paddock. They only need to see media on it to let you have access to the areas,” Jean assured you. 

“I don’t know if I’m okay with lying.”

“You don’t lie. You’re still a journalist, right?”

Coming back to the hotel, later than expected, you found Charles mindlessly scrolling on his phone, his cap backwards and in his loungewear. You kissed him before sitting in front of him to expose him the situation and your plan. 

“So it is like a James Bond roleplay? You’re infiltrating the paddock. Can I be your James Bond girl?”

“You’re an idiot,” you chuckled. 

“But seriously, isn’t it risky?”

“It is, I guess. But if I give up because it is a bit risky, what does it say of me? I really want to make this media happen. And I know you could help and you also know that I appreciate it, but it is something I need to do by myself. I’ve been so used to living my life for others that I don’t know who I really am. What I like and what I want.  This is the first time I’m doing something that feels right on every level. Please, allow me to get to the bottom of my idea. If it’s not working, then I’ll ask for your help. Until then, please step aside. I know you believe in me and I know you support me. It’s enough.”

You could see on Charles’ face that you were asking a lot from him but after a few seconds, he nodded. 

The next day, you arrived a little later than him at the paddock and made your way to the Ferrari’s hospitality where Rebeca, Carlos’ new girlfriend, was typing on her computer, probably working. You hadn’t had the occasion to talk to her that much besides a few ‘hello’ here and there. You didn’t have anything against her, you just knew you didn’t have anything in common to talk about. She was the typical wag, you were not and you had no desire to become. Most people were busy, as always when it was media day. Everyone had their own thing to do and babysitting wags were not on their list, which was exactly what you needed. 

You were searching for one person in particular. You wanted to launch the first episode of your podcast during the break between Interlagos and Las Vegas, so you could have time to meet with graphists to launch the promotional operation of your baby, for which you still didn’t have a name. But it was almost at lunchtime that your best opportunity appeared. Silvia Hoffer, Ferrari’s media team lead, entered the room and you almost jumped out of your seat to reach her. 

She seemed surprised to see you and you could feel her judgmental eyes scanning you from top to bottom. You never had the occasion to talk to her much, Charles advising you to avoid her, but you had always been curious of her position. She was a key element in the well oiled machine that was Ferrari’s PR and you were sure she was a very interesting person. That’s why she was in pole position on your people to interview list. 

“Silvia. Nice to see you here,” you started the conversation. 

“Well, I’m working here,” she replied, almost ignoring you.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m talking to you,” you blurted out with confidence, catching her off guard. 

“And could you tell me what you need, Y/N?”

“Two hours of your time.”

She laughed in disbelief but you didn’t budge. If you wanted to make this work, you needed all the self-confidence you could find in you. 

“And for what? What mistakes have Charles made that I need to fix? Are you pregnant?”

“Actually, he didn’t do anything and he also doesn’t know that I’m talking to you. I’m here for a more… personal matter.”

She glanced suspiciously at you and you gulped before continuing. 

“I’m launching my own media, a podcast, where I want to interview people from the paddock who work behind the scenes and you are on my list. You have such an important role inside of Ferrari. You are a direct link between us, the media people, and the drivers. It’s essential and I would love for more people to get to know your role, get to know you. I’m sure you could inspire so many people out there. It would be an hour-long interview where you could talk about your journey to F1, all the hardships and amazing moments. I know you worked with Fernando Alonso and McLaren, surely there are things that you could share.”

“I see you did your research.”

“I came prepared.”

You saw her hesitating and contemplating the idea. It was already a win for you. She sighed and sat on a chair, her coffee between her hands as she motioned you to join her. 

“I’m not used to people wanting to talk to me for who I am and what I do. Usually they depict me as a witch and that’s it, it doesn’t go deeper than that.”

“Maybe it could be the occasion to prove them wrong, then,” you smiled as you left her alone to think your offer through. But as you were making your way to your side of the hospitality, you smirked, convinced that you had managed to book your very first guest. 

She came to find you at the end of the afternoon as you were working on the interview’s conduct.

“When would you like the recording to take place?” she asked. 

“Does it mean that you are okay with the interview?”

“I wouldn’t ask this question if I wasn’t.”

“Well, as soon as possible, I guess. I have all my equipment with me and I can set them up easily.”

“I should be out of there around 8pm, we could do that in my hotel room, if that suits you.”

“It’s perfect,” you smiled and nodded as she came back to where she was coming from. 

When she was out of eyesight and no one was around to witness it, you bumped your fist in the air and jumped around. You were ninety percent convinced she was going to accept but you didn’t want to consider it like a done deal before you had her fully agreeing.  

You finished preparing everything right when Charles appeared in the hospitality, cowboy hat on his head and a big buckle around his waist, making you laugh. 

“Howdy lady? Where is the bull that I have to take down today?”

“You look amazing. Let me take a picture, I’m sure your fans would appreciate the view.”

“Please don’t! They are making fun of my clothes enough,” he shook his head as he bent down to kiss the top of your head. “What is that?” he asked, nodding in the direction of your screen opened on your notes and making you close it precipitaly. 

“Work. I have my first guest lined-up and ready to be interviewed tonight,” you announced, excited. 

“Already? Damn, you are fast! I’m so proud of you, baby. I knew you could do it. And who is it?” 

“Silvia.”

“Silvia? As in red witch Silvia? The one who wanted me to find a girlfriend to make me look good? We are talking about the same Silvia?” 

“We do, indeed.”

“And you are interviewing her? Why?” he asked in disbelief. 

“Because I believe she is not what you make her look like. You are judging her based on how she behaves and does her job. Which is also what you did with me and what I did with you and look how we turned out. She deserved to have a chance to tell her story and to let people judge her based on who she really is and not what we made her out to be. Don’t you think?”

“You’re too nice.”

“No, Charles, I’m not nice. I’m nosy as fuck.” 

You met Silvia at eight, like it was planned and she was already waiting for you. She had changed out of her Ferrari’s gear for a more casual look. You setted up the microphones, the recorder and the two cameras, one behind your ear and one between both of you so you could get filmed too and once it was all ready, you started the interview. You quickly understood that Silvia, if she was appearing like a witch for most people, was doing it out of protectiveness. She cared a lot about the drivers and their reputation and well being. Like a she-wolf with her wolf cubs. She was passionate about her job and you could see her eyes sparkling when she was talking about it. And soon enough, it was over. You noticed that you had talked more than what you had agreed on and as you were packing everything with her help, she suddenly stopped you. 

“I think I should thank you. It’s the first time I get to talk about my job and reflect on my career with someone so willing to listen and to know more. It was a nice moment, way nicer than what I expected it to be.”

“I had a nice time too. It was very enlightening and I can’t wait to release it.” 

“When will it be?”

“I still have to announce it and promote it, so I guess it will be at the end of the season. After Abu Dhabi. It gives me enough time to record and edit enough episodes to last a while.”

“Well… if you need help to find other guests or if they need someone to testify how good you are at making the interviews… just reach out.”

You opened and closed your mouth, not sure of what to say. It was unexpected but it meant a lot to you. 

“Thanks Silvia. For having been such an amazing first guest and for having been willing to trust me.”

When you arrived in your shared room with Charles, he was already fast asleep. You smiled to yourself, changed into your pajamas after a quick run to the bathroom to wash your face and slipped under the blanket. You looked at your boyfriend’s face, frowning in his sleep, and you lightly touched his face making him relax under your fingers. For the first time in a long time, you were feeling at peace with every area of your life. You were feeling fulfilled in your personal life and your professional one was starting to get exciting. 

But you knew that all good things had to come to an end at some point and a part of you was bracing itself for the blow that would make your world crumble. You knew it would happen eventually. You could only hope it would arrive in a very long time. 

Author's note: When I was saying in the previous chapter that updates should be more frequent, I wasn't expecting to be able to write a whole new chapter this soon lmao. But here we are. I hope you liked it.

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[twentydaysofmay]

So at first, this was a reblog of a different post, but I am now making it an original one for greater reach. Be warned that it's going to be quite long.

So, we all know and love the promotional comics of our Wii boxers, like this one about Glass Joe:

You might have never questioned its origin, and neither did I when I first encountered it a year ago. I just assumed that Nintendo officially published it in a guide, because that's what every source about them that I've read was implying.

But then I learnt that these translations aren't official at all. They were apparently done by the Tumblr user @boink-the-joiner in 2013, whose blog seems to be unfortunately deleted.

And then I was informed of the existence of this image by my friend @fan-mans (Charlie):

He said he originally found it on Tumblr, though he didn't give me the link to where he got it from. (It happens to be included at the very start of this post.)

But this supposed "original version" seemed fishy to me for several reasons:

If this is the "original" Japanese version, and no "official" English one exists that was published alongside it, why are the sound effects written in the Latin alphabet?

Why is the authorship at the bottom in English? And isn't that the exact same font as in the well-known English version?

Why is it read left-to-right? Shouldn't it be flipped from the English version? Wouldn't it make more sense for Mac to punch him with his right arm and for Joe's hair to be more often on his right side than the left, and to first put on the left boxing glove, and hold the coffee cup in his right hand?

Why is there a red rectangle in the middle right?

Charlie said that all of this was because Nintendo was catering to an American audience, but never actually published the guide outside of Japan. (Apart from the red rectangle, which was apparently a part of the website that image originally came from, but he didn't have a link to that either.) I didn't believe it at first, because it just seemed like an incredibly stupid pair of decisions to me.

But today, I found this webpage. It's a blog post talking about strategy books for Nintendo games, and includes this image:

This is it! This is proof that Nintendo printed the comic to be read left to right in the original Japanese version!

There was that little bit of doubt in my mind though. What if the copy that shows the actual pages of the comic is in English? The quality is so low...

...but the kana here are clear enough.

That isn't the end of the story. Shortly afterwards, I came across this webpage:

THIS IS THE ORIGIN OF THAT JAPANESE VERSION OF THE JOE COMIC ABOVE! The red rectangle was, indeed, holding up a textbox.

Anyway, the full website can be found here, and includes a few other materials, such as this part of a guide on Title Defense Von Kaiser:

Sadly, the website only includes Joe's comic, and I haven't found the original Japanese versions of anyone else online, so currently, you'd have to own the guide to know what they look like.

Also, out of curiosity, I decided to use the Wayback Machine to see if the site has ever been modified, but it just wasn't archived there at all. Not even a single snapshot. So I went ahead and preserved what it currently looks like.

The website itself seems to belong to the company that published the guide, Enterbrain, a division of Kadokawa Future Publishing, which is a part of the Kadokawa Corporation. The names "Ebten" and "Famitsu" seem to be related to it as well, but I have yet to figure out exactly how. The full Japanese title of the book is パンチアウト！！完全クリアーガイドブック, and its ISBN is 978-4-7577-5067-8. At least according to these listings.

Not all questions about the comics have been answered. For instance, we still aren't quite sure why Nintendo (or Enterbrain, anyway) decided to flip them. And our translator Boink had to have the copies of all of the Japanese comics, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to translate them! What if they are reachable somewhere else, and we can ask them if they still have the original scans?

More information might come as I (and hopefully others) research more.

[emsgwenstan]

Personal or professional?

Chap 4| chap 5| chap 6.

Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, insecurity’s, aftermath of drunkenness, signs of anxiety- no self worth.

Note: mmmkay, so shit happens! Anyway feelings aren’t exactly admitted but Violet tells Larissa something important. No wonder I guess.

The early morning air seeped in through the stone walls and coated me in a thick layer of cold, waking up at sometime around 6am, I sat up slowly trying not to disturb Larissa. I was surprised at how solidly id seem to have slept even though it wasn’t for very long, i didn’t have nightmares and didn’t wake to any random pain my body decided It thought i should have either, the most surprising of all though was that i didn’t feel hung over. shuffling back i rested against the headboard and yawned so hard i might have dislocated my jaw and my eyes watered from how tired i am.

Just sitting staring out to space for a while trying to wake up, Larissa started tossing and turning frequently and it ripped me out of my trans like state, tilting my head to the side I watched as her breath would intake and exhale, pushing and pulling the hair that had fallen over her eyes, she lay facing me and I can’t help but shift down a little to prop my head in my hand and rest on my elbow. With a nimble yet ruined hand I tucked her hair away from her face and stared at her lovingly and for a while I stayed like that, all I want is for her to be comfortable and have a longer peaceful sleep.

After contemplating, I rose from the bed and retrieved my clothes from the arm chair while also finally taking in her decor, it was beautiful all the thick materials and trinkets, the large paintings and photographs that lined the walls, her aesthetic was a mix of deep rich colours with a lighter twist in some of the furnishing, all of it was utterly her, completely Larissa. Pacing quietly to the ensuite bathroom I looked at myself in the huge mirror and wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, in the reflection I saw she had a large claw foot bath and a walk in shower that was lined with different soaps, body washes and most of all hair products like, treatments with her toning shampoo and conditioner to keep her silver spun hair to perfection, it was so cute.

I was conflicted weather or not I should just keep on the pyjamas she lent me and wear them until I die or actually get changed, ultimately the latter was the chosen option. Exiting the bathroom I left the lended clothes in the designated Laundry hamper and made my way to the door leading back out into her office to retrieve my jumper and stoke the almost dead fire. My nerves were skyrocketing at the thought of the impending conversation that’s going to happen when she wakes up, I’m not going to cower and tip toe out of her home like a one night stand, not that we actually even went as far to have sex, but that’s besides the point. Suck it up Violet, deal with your own actions.

An hour and a half later Larissa woke alone in her crimson sheets, the sun fully risen and her dark curtains flowing the slightest bit from wintery breeze. Completely dazed at the sight she sat up and slid her feet into the flats she had beside her bed and stood grasping the satin tan coloured robe off the same arm chair as my clothes had rested on. Before making her way to the curtains, out the corner of her eye Larissa’s reflection from the wall mirror was what caught her attention, she internally berated herself with almost walking out looking the way she did, her little bedside clock read 7:46am and again she scolded herself for sleeping in. Quickly she shifted to something more presentable only her face and hair changed, her lips painted a blood red and eyes meticulously covered in natural looking eye shadow and mascara, her hair pulled into a neat low bun.

Drawing back the curtain, there sat on the balcony was me watching over the rail with my feet tucked under myself and a monotone expression washed over my face, Larissa didn’t hesitate to open the door and step outside. I knew she was there, of course, I could hear her, I sat in silence not really knowing what to say. It was a good minute of silence once she sat down opposite the small metal table. “How did you sleep?” Is what I came up with to break the quietness, even though I tried rehearsing what to say for the past hour and a half. “Well, and you?” She said almost if she had barbed wire wrapped around her neck preventing her from sounding sure. Ok so it’s like that. “Fine…” I began. “do you… uh- remember-.” I continued. “Yes.” She said hardly letting me finish. “Right…” I trailed. Another beat of silence. “Do you regret it?” She asked quietly. I paused really thinking about how to answer, I’m sure she did, regret it I mean- I don’t know… I’m kinda lost. “If you do then I suppose, but if not…” I started. “If not?” She asked actually looking at me, we had both avoided eye contact until this moment. “If not then I guess no, I wouldn’t regret it.”

Larissa relaxed into the chair and I was as stiff as a board, did she just basically say she wanted it to happen or am I reading into it too much? I looked back down the railing wondering why there were no students, it’s a Saturday, surely kids would be out and about. “I’m afraid I slept in to late to bid them all farewell, they all went home for the Christmas holidays.” She said as if she could read my mind. “And the staff?” I wondered. “Yes, them to, it’s just me.” Does she not have a family to go home to? Why would she still be here? I nodded at her statement as the cold wind started to pick up causing me to shiver, how she’s not dying of hypothermia because of her lack of layers I don’t know.

“I have to go soon, I need to go to one of the houses I’m renovating and polish a bench top.” I said tucking my hands into the pocket of my jumper. “Oh.” She said. Why does she look disappointed? I sat staring at her releasing that she is now in fact alone and will be for a while. It was always hard for Larissa at this time of year, no matter how much work she’d get done she still had to prepare and consolidate with others for the next year. I feel like saying could you possibly imagin spending all this time alone especially around Christmas, but I won’t because then I’d be a hypocrite.

“Would you like to come with me?” I asked not even registering what I asked until it was too late. “Oh I would want to be a bother.” She said. “You wouldn’t, no one’s going to be there, if your not to busy.” I said as if I was completely confident. “Sure, I suppose I can miss working for a day.” She said. Recounting back to the previous micro conversation I spoke again. “What time did they all leave? Surely we would have heard them.” Larissa quirked a brow. “I thought for someone who knows all about a house and buildings infer structure that you would know it’s not easy to hear through two and a half feet of stone.” She spoke with a hint of sass and a whole lot of tease.

I was taken a back at her new found tone. “Well then headmistress, do tell me what else you know about my job you seem oh so knowledgeable about it.” I quipped, sharing her mirthful voice. “Oh no I mustn’t continue, I might put you out of a job.” She smiled with her eye’s playfully glaring. “Oh shut up, don’t start something you can’t finish.” I said laughing, finally letting myself gradually come down from the nervous high. “You never know, I might know more than you think…” she said with a chesty giggle. “Fine, Larissa can you tell me what a Kimberly large is?” I spoke coming to a stand and towering over her sitting position. Nothing, I could see that all she could come up with was blank, nada, not a clue. “What in gods earth is that?” She asked after accepting defeat. I stepped away and walked back to the door, turning looking at her over my shoulder I said. “It’s a cutlery tray.” With the most innocent expression known to man. Well woman.

Larissa stood from the table with a smile plastered to her lips and headed back into the room as well. “Sorry for leaving the door open by the way, I overthought it because if I close it you wouldn’t know I was out there and if I open the curtains then you would wake up, but then I really didn’t think about how cold it is and I needed some air- so… sorry.” I said in a rushed voice. “Don’t worry about it vi.” She said in a sweet tone. “Ok well if I’m to come with you I’ll need to get changed.” She explained knowingly. “Right.” I turned on my heels and left the room to put on my boots and wait for her.

Stepping out into the room Larissa was in the most beautiful dress I’ve seen on her yet, even prettier than the one she wore to my house that time for dinner, it was just past the knee and was an adorable shade of pink that complimented her complexion, she had a matching coat that had fake white fur around the perimeter of the sleeve cuffs. I don’t even think of a snide remark about the fact we’re only going to someone’s house for me to work, I’m more worried about her getting it dirty and ruining the expensive fabric, but who cares I will always encourage her to look incredible, suitable for the conditions or not, if she’s happy I’m happy, I don’t think it’s physically possible for Larissa to not look good anyway.

“What? To much?” She asked wearily. “Absolutely not it’s stunning, just don’t get dirty now will you headmistress.” I said cheekily. Larissa rolled her eyes and adorned her gloves. Opening the door she looks back at her new desk again and smiles, we set off down stairs and made our way to the truck and drove down the nevermore driveway. “Are you hungry?” She asked. “Not really I don’t usually eat until lunchtime, but we can get you something.” I said. “No I’m ok, I just thought maybe you wanted something.” She said looking out of the passenger window. We sat in comfortable silence until we reached town, although I felt like I was slowly suffocating from my thoughts, terrible thoughts, horrible thoughts. I had to keep averting my side eyed gaze at her porcelain thighs, Larissa’s dress rode up and her coat fell to the sides of her gorgeous legs and my god. Keep it together.

Driving down a few back roads we arrived at the house, getting out I paced straight to the mailbox to get the spare key. Larissa followed behind and waited patiently for me to open the door, the house its self wasn’t overly wowing but it was quaint and homey, perfect for a younger family or older couple. “Ok wait here and I’ll go get my stuff.” I said exiting the house. Larissa took in the interior and thought it was sweet, charming in fact, she wandered through the empty halls watching her step on the drop sheets that lay on the floor, the walls were freshly painted with a light grey and the ceilings weren’t finished yet due to electrical issues with the lights, she walked into the first room she could find to take a moment to slow her rapidly beating heart, it turns out Larissa was quite flustered from the car ride too, and the morning in general.

“Larissa?” I yelled. I could hear her heals coming down the hall. “Hey, I got you these just be careful with your earrings.” I said holding out my pink pair of earmuffs. “Oh thank you, that’s thoughtful.” She said quietly as she slipped them on, her earrings did get caught and I tried to help her. “Here, let me help.” I practically launched myself towards her, I grasped one of the sides and tucked her ear in place trying my best not to hurt her. We were standing so close and my eyes wandered from the side of her head to her cheek and around to her lips, I slowly put down my hands and place them on her hips, I could feel her breath on my cheek. Kiss her, but remember Violet. Slowly I started to lean in, but as my eyes flicked up to see hers, they were already trained on me, in an instant I tense up and take a step back clearing my throat, now looking as red as a tomato.

I gave a shy smile and took in her appearance again. “You look cute.” I mimed, knowing how hard it is to hear with them on. Larissa also displayed a little smile with a light blush, she could hear her pulse in her ears clearly now and the butterflies in her stomach were going wild. I put on my spare pair of earmuffs and started the process of polishing the bench. Larissa watched in awe as it began to shine, but she wasn’t just looking at the material itself she also watch how my hands flexed around the machine and my shoulders moved in tandem with the actions. I could feel her eyes on me and I tried my best to not turn around.

Cutting the polisher off I spun on the spot and waved her over, I grabbed her forearm and pulled her to stand in front on me and place her hands on the machine so she could have a turn. What a stupid idea. My hands were on hers and I turned it on again continuing my ministrations, however the only thing I could think of was how her ass was pressing into my stomach and thighs, for a while everything was fine but when she turned and gave me her award winning smile and nose scrunch I just melted. Before either of us got hurt I turned the polisher of and took off my earmuffs placing them on the bench, Larissa did the same carefully talking them off her head, as I turned to face her again, Larissa looked at me for a moment then grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, like really kissed me.

I was in shock but didn’t pull away- why would I? it was rough and urgent but fuck it was delicious, she was delicious. Larissa manoeuvred me to sit on top of the counter without breaking the kiss, I hopped up and fisted the sides of her dress and the plush skin that’s hidden beneath it, I felt her tongue lick at the the seem of my lips and with out hesitation I let her enter and explore my mouth. Her hands gently scratched at my scalp before she trailed them down the front of my jumper, her delicate fingers moving tantalisingly slow over my breasts as I grope her ass. Just as she went lower towards my stomach, I pulled back breathless with my eyes closed I, couldn’t see the look on her face as I did so.

Larissa stoped her movements and placed her palms on my thighs, she too was breathing quite heavily, the whole situation was so intense more so now that I pulled back, I didn’t want to but I can’t let her feel the parts of myself that I’m so ashamed of. Her thumbs stroke at my legs in a reassuring manner and her head ducked ever so slightly to catch my attention since I peeled my eyes open. “Sorry… um, we should get going now.” I said quietly it almost echoed through the empty house- it certainly echoed through Larissa’s mind, she was taken aback and so confused, but if I needed to stop, she wouldn’t begrudge me of that.

I quickly pack up my stuff and walked back to the truck in silence, safe to say I felt like shit, I don’t want to offend her in anyway because she’s perfect, beautiful, incredible in every sense of the word and I’m just… well, me. Turning the keys in the ignition and setting off again, I glanced at her fidgeting hands in her lap, hesitantly I placed my own on top of one of hers, Larissa looked at me directly as my eyes were trained on the road, my expression displayed a huge amount of guilt. She was watching me so intensely try to wrap her head around what’s going on in mine, I turned to her and really looked into her eyes as an apology, as a ‘it’s not you it’s me’ kind of look, she engaged the silent conversation with ‘it’s ok’ while also cracking a little smile. I returned my eyes to the road and never let go of her hand.

“Oh, see that house over there? It’s my dream home!” I said excitedly, my eyes lit up and my demeanour changed drastically. “That horrid, run down, abandoned looking one? I don’t even want to ask why.” She chuckled. “Look at it though, it has sooo much potential, imagine all of the work I could do to fix it up, it could be beautiful, and its would be massive on the inside.” I said, Larissa looked at me as if I were insane, to be fair if someone said they wanted to live in a shit hole like that I’d be pretty perplexed to. “Mm I can see that now…I suppose.” She hummed watching it fade from view, after a short couple of minutes we made it back to the work shop where I put away the truck and ushered Larissa to my personal car that stayed there overnight.

Without asking I went strait home in dying need of a shower and led Larissa to take purchase in the lounge room to wait, politely I offered her a drink in which she asked for a tea, I made it and placed it on the coffee table beside her. “Thank you darling.” She whispered smiling up at me once I straightened up. “I’ll be out in a minute.” I said leaving her to go to my room. Larissa sat in comfortable silence casually sipping on the drink, before she set it back down she took ahold of the poetry book that still remained in its previous place, as she opened it there were lots of little sheer sticky notes on the pages, only scanning through the highlighted ones there was one in particular she read over and over.

‘She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul.

She is beautiful.’

Larissa kept going throughout the book to relise they were all pertaining to women, it gave her enough satisfaction to know that I did take an interest to woman and that she wasn’t the only one.

Out of the shower, I reapplied light make up and dressed in baggy casual clothes -because I don’t have anything else- and stepped back out into her presence, Larissa set the book back in place before I could see and stood up walking towards me. “Do you want me to take you back now? Or do you want to go somewhere or watch a movie?” I asked. “A film sounds lovely.” She said. “Would you rather out here or in my room?” I questioned. “Where ever you’d like.” She answered. I turned and motioned for her to enter my room, she took off her heels, shed herself from her coat and left it on the floor beside her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed.

I let Larissa flick through Netflix, she’d look at one, contemplate it, watch the trailer, then move to the next one, It wasn’t a bother, it gave me more time to unabashedly watch her. While her eyes were glued to the screen I inched my hand closer to hers and lightly fiddled with her fingers, observing red painted nails against slightly chipped pink ones, our hand were close in size but her fingers were skinnier than mine, ultimately shes skinnier then me in every way. So lost in deep thought my hand traveled up her arm and to her shoulder, then neck, then face. Larissa was doing everything within her to not move, she didn’t want it to end, she was so afraid that if she breathed to hard I would stop.

Snapping back to reality I didn’t pull away, I tried to embrace it, that I did. I grasped the remote in her hand and crawled slowly to straddle her lap, though I didn’t sit on her I mearly hovered, I’m far too heavy for her. Larissa kept her body still and only moved her eyes. “I dont know what I’m doing.” I said quietly, I had her face in my hands and peered deeply into her cobalt eyes. “That’s ok sweetheart, you don’t need to… but, what do you want?” She asked at the same level of voice. For a moment I thought of how to say what I want. “I… I’d like to-uh… I want to touch you.” I said sounding like an inexperienced teenager with a burning blush. “Then touch me.” She said, her pupils dilated and her voice dripping with seduction.

But of course Violet does something stupid and starts to have a minor panic attack. Larissa’s expression turned concerned, she slung her arms around my neck, pulled me flush against her and stroked at my damp hair. “It’s ok, your alright.” She cooed in my ear, my hands and thighs were trembling and burning from clenching the muscles in my legs to stop me from putting my weight on her. Slowly I pulled back. “I need to tell you something.” I said shakily, I know I have to, she needs to understand what the fuck is wrong with me. Larissa nodded and waited patiently for my breathing to slow and to take a pause to muster up the courage of what I’m about to say. You haven’t spoke about this for 15 years Violet, what makes you think she’ll care?

“I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about this but…” I took in another deep breath. “When I was 20, I met a man and we fell in love…” Larissa nodded for me to continue. “We were together for 3 years and by the time I was 23, we were engaged. We wanted to start a family before we got married…” I said, Larissa’s brows knitted together wondering where I was going with this. “So… we tried to have a baby, but after a while, it wasn’t working. I went to the doctor and I was told that-.” I cut myself off to restrain any and all tears. “I was told I couldn’t have children, that I’m infertile.” I said. Larissa thinking I was finished told me that’s ok and that she’s very sorry for how unfortunate that is. “It doesn’t change my view on you though Violet.” She said brushing the hair out of my face.

“But… he thought he wasn’t trying hard enough.” I continued, Larissa’s face and stomach dropped at the statement. “So, he tried harder, more frequently, longer.” I said flinching at my own words. “And when he got tired of it… he threw me away. He told me I was useless and selfish for not being able to give him kids, and then two weeks later he told me that he got another woman pregnant.” I said filling with a little bit of relief as I finally let it out. Larissa was utterly dumbfounded, she sat in shock hardly knowing how to comprehend what I just said. “That’s why I moved to Jericho 15 years ago.” I added. “And… since then, I haven’t- been with anyone else.”

Oh. She thought, this makes so much sense now, Larissa understands how this is an issue for me and considers how I must be feeling. “I’m so unbelievably sorry that happened to you darling. I’m so proud that you told me. But I still remain unfazed, I will not hold you to a different light because of your past, I do not begrudge you of something that has been done to you and happened to you… I promise, it actually makes me more akin to you sweetheart.” She said softly.

I took the opportunity to smash my lips against hers, so full of passion, so full of love, on my behalf anyway. Our teeth and tongues clashing together being completely in sync, the both of us let out breathy moans from the pleasure, Larissa grasped the sides of my thighs and pushed me down to completely sit on her, uncomfortably I did so and without her disrupting asking me to get off I stayed there. In a bound of confidence I pulled her flush against me to access the zip of her dress, she let me drag it down the expanse of her back and pull it down her shoulders, pulling away from the kiss I observed her bra clad breasts and my mouth practically watered from the sight alone.

She reached behind her to unclasp her white lace bra watching me the whole time, the slid the straps down her shoulders and removed it completely and tossed it to the other side of the bed. My eyes flicked down and her breasts were on full view, I brought my hand up to her chest and palmed them slowly, Larissa’s head lulled to the side and let her eyes flutter close. Her skin was so soft and so smooth compared to the skin of my hands, but she didn’t seem to care. I leaned in closer to kiss her shoulder then eventually up her neck and jaw. Larissa tugged at the hem of my shirt wanting me to take it off. I pulled back yet again and lifted it half way before I paused to meet her gaze. She nodded and I continued to strip it off.

My own red bra was displayed in front of her, Larissa’s breath hitched as she took in the sight, my blush returned and all I could do was cover my stomach. I wasn’t too phased at my own breasts and the stretch marks on them at this moment, from the way she was staring I couldn’t tell if she was repulsed or just looking, she removed my arms from in front of me and her sight lowered to my stomach, obviously if we are to continue she’d have to see but all I wanna do is put my shirt back on.

Larissa traced her fingertips along my sides and hummed in what seemed to be delight. “So pretty.” She muttered. “I’m sorry.” I said at the same time, she looked at me through heavy lidded eyes. “What for?” She asked. “Well I’m not as beautiful as you, I’m sorry that if you want to stop because of it.” I said. “Fuck no Violet. Look at you, you’re curvy and delicious, you’re so sexy my darling... Do you want your know my favourite part?” She whispered leaning into my ear. “Yes.” I answered. “These, and this.” Larissa’s fingers danced over the stretch marks of my breasts and stomach. Internally my insides were fluttering and heat pulled at the apex of my core.

“Can I take this off?” She asked referring to my bra. I let her remove it, as a little gasp left her lips I once again took the opportunity to kiss her again. I couldn’t stop myself from bucking my hips into hers looking for friction to grind down on. Larissa clamped her hand on my hips and roughly guided me back and forth across her thighs whilst simultaneously diving into my chest with her mouth, she latched her lips around my left bud and sucked hard causing me to arch into her more and throw my head back in pleasure. She didn’t forget to give the other attention either.

I got off her lap and asked her to lay down, as she did so I ripped off her dress that was still wrapped around her waist and unceremoniously tossed it aside. Larissa’s stomach was pale and soft much like her breasts all I want to do is mark and bite it, I sat between her parted legs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and rushed to get them off her long legs, I couldn’t slow down even if I wanted to, she’s like a drug or aphrodisiac that runs freely within my veins. Her pussy now on full display and her body at my mercy, I looked down at her, my own lust exuding and at that moment we both knew this wasn’t going to be sweet or timid, it wasn’t going to be gentle. It was going to be rough and urgent. It was going to be sinful and nether of us could stop it. I’ve depraved myself for far too long long and I can’t push her away.

Making myself comfortable on my knees and bending to level with her heat, I gave her one last look before latching onto her clit. The moan she let out was almost pornographic and only made my own pussy contract around nothing and leave me with ruined underwear. Larissa fisted the sheets beside her with one hand and with the other she gripped my hair pushing my face into her impossibly harder, she ground down on my face searching for more. I gazed through my lashes to view her blissed out face and kiss swollen lips, like I said, it’s not possible for her to ever be unattractive.

She made eye contact with me and slightly controlled her face more to clearly see through her hazy eyes. I brought my hand up to her entrance and carried on with my assault on her clit, sitting up a little I made sure she could see what I’m doing, I held up a finger, then another, then another, clearly signalling three. With those three fingers I wiped up her folds before entering every single one at the same time, she hissed and her eyes rolled towards the back of her head, the sight of her was just as pleasurable as what I’m giving her. “Fuck… oh fuck yes.” She moaned.

After her third orgasm she pushed me away from her overstretched and over simulated core, crawling back up her body I left red and purple marks on her otherwise untouched stomach and sternum. Larissa yanked me up to her face and kissed me again using her tongue to taste herself. “Your turn.” She growled flipping me over onto my back, Larissa undid the drawstring of my pants and shimmied them of my legs along with my underwear, I hadn’t even realised I used my hands to cover my stomach again, not until she lifted them of and kissed my palms and placed them on her shoulders. Larissa sat on my lap and used her nails to graze over my arms and sides, this was only the beginning, she tormented and teased for a long time before she couldn’t refuse the inevitable.

Panting out of control and sweating to high heaven, we lay side by side completely naked and exhausted. Larissa stood from the bed and walked into my ensuite with her hips swaying, I sat up wondering why she left. She’s probably touching up her make up and getting ready to leave. I thought, a melancholy feeling filled me and I reached for my t-shirt and slipped it back over my head. Hopping off the bed as well I pick up the strewn clothes and place them nicely on the end of the bed. I smiled at the thought of what just happened, Larissa was so beautiful with her smudged lipstick and mascara, the tremble in her limbs when she came, the way she looked at me when I came undone, even the little bits of hair that came loose to frame her face. Larissa was more than this though, she deserved more, something more domestic, more beautiful than a passionate fuck I suppose. Larissa deserves home cooked meals and hand holding in the street, she’s worth the efforts that a romantic relationship includes, like bathing together and eating together or having someone she loves’ chest to lay on. I think the worst part is that I know I’m not that person.

Larissa walked out of the bathroom with a wet cloth and looked at me quizzically. “What are you doing?” She asked. I stood back from the bed and cracked my knuckles nervously, avoiding the art work I stained her body with. “I thought you wanted to leave… I was just picking up your clothes so they didn’t get to creased.” I said looking to the ground. Larissa paced towards me grasping my arm and pushing me to lay back down. I followed her silent instruction but was confused as to why she started to lift my shirt again. “What are you doing?” I whispered. “Cleaning you up.” She answered. It felt like the air was knocked out of my lungs at her statement. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of my eyes, Larissa spread my knees and started to gently wipe away the accumulated arousal.

She sat folding the material continuously and cleaned me until she was satisfied. Her eyes moved to looked at mine and her self satisfactory smile faded once she saw my burning cheeks and wet eyes. “Oh what’s the matter?” She asked tossing the rag to the door way of the ensuite and cupping my face. “No-.” I stuttered. “No one’s…” Larissa’s brows raised trying to understand. “Nobody’s ever done that for me before.” I said chocking on my uneven breath. “Oh darling.” She said dragging my body up to hers embracing me tightly.

Larissa looked at me like I was the most fragile thing in the universe, I hated it, I wish I wasn’t like this. A while later we decided on a movie and snuggled under the covers, she stroked at my hair and giggled at the screen from time to time, I didn’t give a fuck about the tv, to be in this moment with her was so for filling and wholesome. I pondered for a second before letting myself ask the question. “Larissa?” I started. “Mmm?” She hummed looking down at me. “I was wondering if you would like to come away with me after Christmas?” I said hoping she would but trying to come to terms with the possibility she’d say no. “Yes.” She said with a grin. Oh. “I have to go to my parents houses, dads for the first week then mums for a week… if you’re not comfortable with that-.” She nodded enthusiastically and said. “Yes I will, what day do we leave?” I looked at her wondering why she seems so excited but continued anyway. “The 27th, my sister’s are gonna be there and my nieces, which is nice I haven’t seen them for a long time.” I said. Larissa agreed and was looking forward to it, and of course she started to make a mental list of what to pack.

For the rest of the afternoon we stayed in bed and went through countless amounts of movies and whatever snacks I had in my pantry. She sat in my clothes, in my bed, in my room, in my home, Larissa to me felt like she belonged there, like this is exactly where she’s supposed to be, because to be honest I’m really being to think she is my home, Larissa weems owns it all though, all the materialistic things I own from the things in my house to the clothes I wear on my back as well as my heart and soul and if she wanted me to I’d kill myself if she asked. I love her more than anything. perhaps it is more personal than it is professional, but that’s the tragic part isn’t it?

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[lesbiandemondaddy]

South London Forever sign outside the Joiners Arms from when Florence performed there 🖤

[animalawesomeness]

Fireside Girl headcanons

The poster has inspired me to post these

Adyson Sweetwater

Likes to cook, makes simple things like eggs and grilled cheese and then perfects them

Despite her clumsyness tries to be careful in the kitchen, still has a lot of cuts and burns

Most of her clothes have been ripped and patched numerous times

Most brute strength-y of the group

Always talks through movies

Very competitive, she and Ginger always have some sort of contest going on

"Lets stay up all night!" *falls asleep at 9*

Tried really hard to get 52 patches in one day to reclaim her title

Her hair is usually a total rats-nest but if you can get past the snarls she likes the feeling of people playing with her hair

Mario cart

Very protective of her friends

Has a big, close-knit family with lots of cousins

Fidgety- hates having to sit still

Milly

Loves to draw

Always has the best shirts but no sense of style

Like to read almost all kinds of books except creepy/horror and romance

Pockets always full of weird stuff, HATES pants without pockets

Loves cartoons

Gossip buds with Ferb, she's like the only person besides Phineas who he'll have actual conversations with

Hates not being good at things

Super shy, takes a long time to warm up to people

Totally an animal person, loves all kinds even when other people think they are creepy or scary

Night owl, would stay up all night and sleep all day if she could

Gets absorbed in what she's doing and forgets to eat

When she gets tired everything she says becomes deadpan

2 older siblings, sister is mute, all adopted by her dad

Holly

If you're mean to her friends she will DESTROY you. Verbally.

Likes to bake/has a a sweet tooth

Watches old movies with Katy

Sew and textile art stuff, has fixed most of Adyson's torn clothes

Has a grim sense of humor, the other fireside girls are the only ones who can tell if she's joking

Goes all out on Halloween costumes every year, the idea of buying them offends her

Great swimmer, was taught by Isabella, who is immensely proud

Loves the moon and astrology

Oldest sibling, used to taking care of people

Feels responsible for the other girl's safety

Vanessa. I'm not sure how but they are connected somehow. I'll work it out later

Out of all of them shes the best skateboarder

Gretchen

Wicked smart, has a rivalry with Baljeet

Likes to play video games, especially Minecraft

Learing to code

Will read any book she can get her hands on

Tiny and full of rage

Plays the tuba, her friends are very supportive but find it hilarious

Parallel play is how she shows she likes you

Middle kid, younger twins and two teenage siblings

Knows sign language with Milly

Has earned all the fighting patches

Talks to herself when she's figuring things out

Likes bugs and moss

Great singer but doesn't think so, is embarrassed to sing in front of other people

Katie

Loves to go roller blading

Undefeated at arm wrestling

Very sensitive around other people but not her friends

Likes listening to her friends diss people

Dances-very good

Loves giving people little gifts

Sensory overload

Can NOT have coffee she will never sleep again. It's ok though because she doesn't like the taste

Super light for no reason, her friends scoop her up and carry her around

Once ate all the candy from Halloween, ran to deliver all her cupcakes in record time, and then almost passed out

Makes up complex games to play

Youngest sibling, they are much older though so shes effectively an only child

Ginger Hirano

Always has to be the best

Made Stacy's bracelet

Good at memorizing things

Doesn't get her feelings hurt very easily

Always wants to help

Pressure at home

Gets the most into sports, they all are amazing at them but she cares the most

Gets distracted relatively easily

Smart, especially with math

Joiner- she'll try almost anything to see if she likes it

Thinks Stacy is the coolest person ever (rightly)

Makes lots of jokes, some of them are even funny

Not very good at keeping secrets

Anyway those are just my thoughts if anyone has their headcanons please share them

I can't wait to be proven completely wrong by the revival

(Sorry for how long this is I have a lot of Thougts)

[marley-manson]

Would love to know your thinking on the end of War Bonds

“It all comes back to love.” It was just like that uncovered memory of his. Forgetting he’d been pushed, because Billy was the one who'd pulled him back out. Well, he had friends pushing him into lakes left and right now - Potter: father-figure, boss, jailer. Margaret, lover to the army that had kidnapped him. BJ, the friend who used to stand by his side through thick and thin but now, more often than not, stood at a wary distance he could look down at him from. Even Klinger, who’d left the dresses he hadn’t sold to the mercy of the moths and donned a uniform to match his salutes. Of course he couldn’t keep the resistance up when he loved the people helping to pull him under. But how could he resent them, when they were also the ones keeping him afloat?

Underneath the trappings of an insouciant rebel lay the soul of a joiner, and there was no rebellion left to join. Maybe it was time to start practicing his own salute.

He realized they were still staring at him like they were waiting for a soliloquy. “I love you all,” he explained, nothing if not willing to deliver. “Even you, Chuck.” The man in question rolled his eyes, but Hawkeye could see the affection behind them. “It’s, uh… it’s hard, you know? Friends are… well, they’re not enemies. That’s friendship for you. And I don’t think I could stand it here, alone. I - I - I miss Henry, and Trapper, and Radar, and even Frank sometimes. And you don’t fill their shoes, exactly, but you’ve got your own boots. Shoes. And I love you all for it, and for - for - for loving me back, I guess. Whatever the consequences, I’m glad we’re not enemies.”

“All that, and it ends with a speech about wanting to be liked,” Charles said, as though he was eager to break the awkward silence. “You didn’t need to go on a mad journey of self-discovery - I could’ve told you that.”

Hawkeye opened his mouth to retort with something, but Potter clapped him on the back and interrupted with a, “Well, I’m glad you figured out… whatever you figured out. Now are you gonna be able to get some sleep before the next O.R. stint?”

“Sure thing, Colonel,” he said. “I’ll take anything you give me.”

And now it was BJ’s turn to pipe up. “You’re already taking it.” He had the decency to wince and look guilty. “Sorry. I dosed the coffee.”

Hawkeye looked down into his half-full cup. Ah. Guess it wasn’t caffeinated after all. “That figures,” he said, and took another sip.

***

He awoke to the sound of choppers and a hazy memory. The insomnia had hit him hard; he’d been up for a good three days and change, but the last several hours of it were a blur.

“You gave a touching speech about friendship,” Potter told him as they scrubbed up. “I’m not sure what the point was - it was a little hard to follow.”

He remembered trying to figure something out, but he wasn’t even sure what. Something about Klinger wearing uniforms again. “How long was I out?” he asked.

“Oh, about sixteen hours. How are you feeling?”

“Fresh as a daisy under a boot.”

BJ joined them just as Hawkeye finished rinsing the suds off his arms. “Glad to see you back in the realm of the living,” he said.

“Duty calls. I’ve tried to let it ring, but they refuse to hang up.” A few minutes later, while working back to back, close enough to feel each others’ body heat, Hawkeye asked him what he’d been staying up to figure out.

“I don’t know,” BJ said, disappointingly. “You kept talking about Henry and Trapper. You were missing the good old days.”

“I highly doubt that. None of the days here have been worth pining for.” He could feel BJ's shrug against his own shoulders.

Margaret’s answer wasn’t much better when she relieved his first nurse of the day. “You wanted to know why we’re friends.”

“That should be obvious,” he said. “I’m a sucker for blondes. Is that really all?”

Margaret frowned. "You weren't making much sense, Pierce. Something about the war changing things. How much we've all had to get used to. You also confessed to a crime or two."

Has the war had an effect? Hardly a subject worth sleepless investigative journalism. "I was framed," he said absently as he sliced away a neat segment of bowel. He vaguely recalled bringing up Tuttle now that she mentioned it, but if she hadn't turned him in, it wasn't worth worrying about. "You'll never take me alive." Margaret rolled her eyes and wiped his forehead before he needed to ask.

By the end of the fifteen hour shift, he still hadn’t remembered. Probably one of those things where you’d have to be in the same state of mind - like trying to memorize all the bones in the foot while listening to a song on the radio, and forgetting them unless you recited the tarsals to the tune of Kiss the Boys Goodbye. But it didn’t really matter. A guy going on seventy-two hours without sleep wasn’t someone you could trust when it came to figuring out what was important, so he put it out of his mind.

That night he managed to fall asleep without the help of a benzo ‘n tonic, and he dreamed of boats and lakes.

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“It all comes back to love.” It was just like that uncovered memory of his. Forgetting he’d been pushed, because Billy was the one who'd pulled him back out. Well, he had friends pushing him into lakes left and right now - Potter: father-figure, boss, jailer. Margaret, lover to the army that had kidnapped him. BJ, the friend who used to stand by his side through thick and thin but now, more often than not, stood at a wary distance he could look down at him from. Even Klinger, who’d left the dresses he hadn’t sold to the mercy of the moths and donned a uniform to match his salutes. Of course he couldn’t keep the resistance up when he loved the people helping to pull him under. But how could he resent them, when they were also the ones keeping him afloat?

So this fic in general was basically my respository for a bunch of my cynical thoughts while watching the later seasons lol, and wanting to kind of solidify a watsonian take on the later seasons that explains the more centrist, some army good messaging though Hawkeye's character.

So Hawkeye's revelation is my summation of that, and I basically tied it into Bless You Hawkeye and the character statement that Hawkeye like, forgets his hatred and remembers his love for people.

And I also love the idea of love as a source of horror lol, a force for ~evil~ rather than good. So it culminates in Hawkeye feeling like he's losing his sense of self because he loves all his friends, and his friends are no longer a group of rebellious nonconformists who follow his lead, but they've either been replaced by normies (Potter and BJ), they themselves have lost their own rebelliousness (Klinger), or they're no longer enemies he can rebel against but friends he has to get along with (Margaret, Frank vs Charles).

Also this is set around season 10 so by now I think it's pretty accurate to say BJ often looks down on Hawkeye and distances himself from him rather than joining him in his little rebellions.

Underneath the trappings of an insouciant rebel lay the soul of a joiner, and there was no rebellion left to join. Maybe it was time to start practicing his own salute.

Honestly idk if I really feel like this is accurate to Hawkeye (it goes against his statement that he doesn't change for people in Stars and Stripes, eg), but I think it's one way of interpreting the shift in the tone of the show, and he really does get beaten down by peer pressure a lot in some of the later episodes, like Fallen Idol or Hawkeye Get Your Gun or Preventative Medicine. I think outside of the army Hawkeye would simply find other friends to hang out with, who suit him better, rather than changing his behaviour, but he doesn't have that option and he'd rather have friends and be less of a rebel than really act out and speak his mind and lose those relationships.

“All that, and it ends with a speech about wanting to be liked,” Charles said, as though he was eager to break the awkward silence. “You didn’t need to go on a mad journey of self-discovery - I could’ve told you that.”

Hawkeye opened his mouth to retort with something, but Potter clapped him on the back and interrupted with a, “Well, I’m glad you figured out… whatever you figured out. Now are you gonna be able to get some sleep before the next O.R. stint?”

No one really understands what Hawkeye's getting at, and that was important to the downer vibe of this fic. It was kinda fun to try to write Hawkeye giving a rambling, sleep-deprived explanation that does technically explain things but that no one is able to parse lol.

“Sure thing, Colonel,” he said. “I’ll take anything you give me.”

And now it was BJ’s turn to pipe up. “You’re already taking it.” He had the decency to wince and look guilty. “Sorry. I dosed the coffee.”

Hawkeye looked down into his half-full cup. Ah. Guess it wasn’t caffeinated after all. “That figures,” he said, and took another sip.

And now that Hawkeye's had that revelation, he doesn't really have much of a choice but to forget and keep going the way he's been going, because again like, he'd rather keep his friends than stay 100% true to his principles. The latter would drive him insane. It's not even really a choice, just a sense of resignation. (Maybe that's appropriately ironic considering he has a breakdown anyway in GFA.)

Also throughout this fic I was trying to walk a line between BJ being an understandably sympathetic person who is trying his best to be besties with a dude getting close to a breakdown he can't begin to understand and genuinely trying to help, but also being Hawkeye's biggest problem. It's not his fault, and he's doing the right thing by drugging Hawk's coffee (Trapper did the same in s2), but yk, here it's a metaphor for pushing Hawk to conform more lol, not on purpose but just because of who he is as a person.

“I don’t know,” BJ said, disappointingly. “You kept talking about Henry and Trapper. You were missing the good old days.”

“I highly doubt that. None of the days here have been worth pining for.” He could feel BJ's shrug against his own shoulders.

No one can tell Hawk what his revelation is because it's important for him to forget and just keep marching on, but each character projects something different onto it. Potter's barely paying attention so he's like 'idk something heartwarming about friendship,' and BJ thinks it was about missing Trapper and the days he missed out on and feeling a little slighted.

But also each of these little exchanges has a reminder of like the necessity of these relationships - BJ's physical presence against him as they're working back to back, Potter asking how he's feeling.

Margaret frowned. "You weren't making much sense, Pierce. Something about the war changing things. How much we've all had to get used to. You also confessed to a crime or two."

Margaret gets the closest but doesn't really understand, and gets sidetracked by propriety. She's also in tune with him, wiping his forehead before he asks, as her illustration of friendship.

By the end of the fifteen hour shift, he still hadn’t remembered. Probably one of those things where you’d have to be in the same state of mind - like trying to memorize all the bones in the foot while listening to a song on the radio, and forgetting them unless you recited the tarsals to the tune of Kiss the Boys Goodbye. But it didn’t really matter. A guy going on seventy-two hours without sleep wasn’t someone you could trust when it came to figuring out what was important, so he put it out of his mind.

That night he managed to fall asleep without the help of a benzo ‘n tonic, and he dreamed of boats and lakes.

Just felt like an appropriate ending, tying Dreams to Bless You Hawkeye in the context of being changed by the army, and his relationships therein. Also Hawkeye being able to sleep again of course, after this bout of insomnia. I love a bittersweet ending.

Also Hawkeye has an open mind but he's ultimately a pretty rational guy so I feel like he would be like 'huh wonder what that was about, but whatever, it was probably something dumb that insomnia!me got irrationally focused on.'

[dragonkid11]

Sirens Song, A Mountain's Remorse, by Trey Joiner, or NHP Shaka, is a Lancer first-party supplement set on the world of Kibo, one of the numerous worlds identified by SSC to be selectively inhospitable to humanity, and nurture gene lines that can survive on these world for future colonization efforts.

Responsible for managing these programs are NHP, children of RA and backbone of Union, serving humanity as it expands across the great expanses of Orion Arms, yet while Union recognizes their personhood, a question remains, does it truly put that belief into practise?

CHAGA, the NHP managing the project in Kibo has gone missing, a MSMC team sent to retrieve CHAGA has gone missing too.

Find out what happens, and show the world why you are called Lancer.