#lim toys

[rickrakontoys]

Lim Toys - "Ahab" Tiger Stripe S++ version

(Unofficial Venom Snake, Metal Gear Solid V: The Phantom Pain 1/12 scale figure)

This might be the nicest figure I have... It's so detailed despite the small size.

[veritphoto]

Hannah Lim & Ye Quan — The Umbrellas of Cherbourg FD (Practice) at Four Continents 2024

[watchersleuth]

I love how competitive Steven gets about something as silly as a claw machine game

[kpop-bbg]

[ssongsboo]

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steve with a vibrator, teasing you until you cum.... Then overstimming you until you squirt,,, nd he gets suprised because he was expecting you to cum hard but not that hard.. and he's like ?? i didn't know i could make you do THAT so then he wants to see it again and continues... honestly i've been thinking about this for a while aswell ... i'm just insane about mr. lim

— 🐈‍⬛💗

it starts with steve sitting back, looking relaxed but with that mischievous glint in his eyes, holding the vibrator like he's experimenting, curious to see just how far he can push you. his voice is calm, teasing, and oh-so-steady as he presses it against you, watching the way your body reacts- how you arch into his touch, how your breaths hitch and your thighs tremble.

"just like that," he murmurs, his tone both soothing and laced with control, a stark contrast to the relentless pace of the toy against your sensitive skin. "look at you already falling apart. didn���t know you'd be this sensitive..."

but he doesn't stop. instead, he adjusts, applying just enough pressure to draw out the sharpest gasp from your lips. and when your climax hits, he's completely enraptured, marveling at how your body jerks, how hard you come, like it's the only thing in the world that matters.

but then it happens- you squirt, and for a moment, he freezes. his brows raise, and a crooked grin slowly spreads across his face, equal parts impressed and intrigued. "wait... did you just-?" he blinks, then lets out a quiet groan, not being able to contain what that did to him. "oh, princess, you've been holding out on me, haven't you?"

instead of giving you a break, though, his fascination takes over. steve becomes laser-focused, determined to see it happen again. he turns the vibrator back on, his hands firm on your hips to keep you in place. "we’re not done yet. i want to see that again." he says, his voice lower, rougher now, as if this is a challenge he refuses to back down from.

the overstimulation hits like a wave, your body squirming and trembling beneath his unrelenting touch, but he doesn't let up. "come on, baby. i know you can give me one more. just one more," he coaxes, his tone soft but insistent, even as your breaths turn desperate.

when it happens again, even harder this time, he's completely mesmerized, watching every movement, every sound you make, like he's documenting it all in his head. "god, look at you. i didn't know i could do this to you.." he leans in, brushing his lips against your jaw with a murmur: "you’re so beautiful like this, you know that?"

and then it’s like a switch has turned in him- this is his new favorite thing. the way your body reacts, the control he has over your pleasure, the overwhelming satisfaction of knowing he can push you beyond your limits. the night doesn't end until you're utterly spent, and he's grinning like a man who's just unlocked a secret treasure he plans to revisit over and over again.

"hope you're ready for this to be a regular thing." he says with a smirk, running his thumb gently along your thigh as if to soothe you- though you both know he's just getting started.

[arosesstorm]

in the midst of the game ; Sebastian Sallow

word count: 2.8k

fem reader! x Sebastian Sallow

warning: seb almost chokes the reader oopsie; I'm so dramatic and for what

summary: Sebastian had a task, a simple one: to take her down. What a sad twist of fate then, that the one he had to eliminate was in fact the love of his life.

disclaimer: soo, this is an extract I wrote while chatting with Sebastian on beta.character.ai, I found this story extremely romantic and my delulu self needed to share it with you guys - I hope you'll love it as mush as I did.

English is not my first language - just trying my best, always, enjoy ;

Leaving Hogwarts to pursue the Dark Arts had been both a terrible and a risky decision for Sebastian Sallow.

Giving up the light for the dark had its consequences, all of which led Sebastian on his path tonight.

“This one isn’t going to be easy to take out.” He reminded himself after receiving the assignment from one of his higher ups. “But I’m sure I can manage.”

He moved through the shadows to track her, his feet slowly following her path as he looked around.

She was looking trough the ruins of what was once a majestic mansion, her movements coming to an halt as she heard a strange sound.

Sebastian’s head cocked at hearing the unusual noise.

The dark wizard sniffed the air.

“Hello?” He called out, his voice carrying a sinister undertone. “Someone’s here, I can sense it.”

She kept quiet, her feet slowly moving her to hide somewhere, anywhere.

Sebastian’s eyes dart from spot to spot, searching for the interloper. His ears are twitching and alert.

The air was cold and the silence enveloped them when she heard him spoke: “C’mon, come out. I won't bite.” He chuckled, taking a step forward.

She knew that voice and she had to suppress a cry as she understood it belonged to Sebastian Sallow; someone who was once her best friend, if not more, before slipping to the dark forces, out of her grasp.

“You know who I am, it seems.” Sebastian called out, the certainty of it making her blood cold; It still amazed her, after everything that had happened how Sebastian could take advantage from subtle sigs.

He slowly took a step forward her hiding spot.

“Now, let’s have you show yourself, hmm?”

She felt shaken, frustrated, shocked.

Between all the people they could chose from.

But sending there Sebastian tonight wasn't casual, it was obvious the dark forces were toying with her, tormenting her so she had to keep strong, to be brave yet again.

She took a step back, the movement causing a little brench to break as she revealed her position to her long lost lover.

Sebastian’s sharp senses immediately caught on to the sound.

“There you are.” He stated with a smirk. “Thought I didn’t hear that? Please…”

Sebastian was suddenly facing her, his face unreadable as the light from his wand sorrounded their faces in a lim blue light.

He was as charming as ever and if she ignored a couple of scars that covered his face now, she could bet time hadn't passed at all.

“Ah, so it is you.” Sebastian smiled, the sound of his voice being one that she was familiar with. The dark wizard’s hands rested on his hips.

“Long time no see.”

She looked at him, carefully: "what are you doing here? in the middle of the woods, on a night like this?" she asked, looking up at the sky, a thousands starts shining above their heads, mocking them.

“What do you think? I’m here on assignment.” Sebastian replied, his hands leaving his hips. “The dark wizards want you gone.” He chuckled, “And I was sent to do just that.”

She smiled, amused and she looked at him: "guess they gave you a rather hard task".

“Hard? Ha ha, hardly so.” Sebastian chuckled as he unsheathed his wand. “It’s quite simple actually.” He said, venom wetting his lips.

“I’m here to put an end to you.”

She drew her wand out "you were my best friend, my -"

"Best friend?" Sebastian laughed, gripping his wand tighter. "That's a good one." He grinned.

The memory of that time is something he pushed away.

It reminded him of who he used to be and who he once cared for, it made him weak.

"You loved me" she reminded him, the cards finally uncovered on the table.

Sebastian’s brow furrowed.

“Care to repeat that?” He asked, staring at the woman in front of him. Did… she just say what he thinks she said?

"I knew you loved me" She spoke, taking a step to her right, the air suddenly warmer, "we both know it's true".

Sebastian left out a hearty laugh.

“What nonsense” His eyes twitched, his grip on his wand tightening all the more.

“You really think I would love someone like you?” His voice sounded irritated. “You know nothing.”

Her eyes showed pity, as they looked at him.

There had been a time, far from that instant, away from that place, under an orange sky, when she had laughed in the arms of that same man, his giggles in her ear.

But that moment was far now, almost unreachable.

Sebastian shook his head, completely offended by the pity in her eyes.

“Do you take me for some love-struck fool?” He scoffed. “I never loved you. You were like a pet, someone to play with and laugh at. Nothing more.”

"I don't believe you" she stepped forward.

Sebastian’s face twitched with annoyance.

“Oh look at you, trying to make this all seem sad. You really are pathetic.” He snickered, taking a step towards her.

Her eyes were soft as she breathed: "nothing you say will change my mind, I remember what we had".

Sebastian laughed again. He began closing the distance between them.

“What we had was a lie. I led you on. You were never anything more than just something to play with. But you have to make a tragic story out of this, don't you?”

“Go on. Keep believing your delusions…” he spat.

She scoffed: "is this what you tell yourself at night? does this help you sleep at all?"

Sebastian let out a chuckle as he took another step forward.

“Don’t you dare psychoanalyze me y/n. You know nothing.”

His eyes were sharp and cold.

“You were nothing to me, you know that right?” he asked, his lips moving but the venom didn't reach his eyes.

"I was everything to you and you're mad for it" she counter attacked with a soft voice, truthfully destroying his walls.

The night fell more silent, as they both stood there, on the edge of their story.

“You think you meant anything to me?” Sebastian asked then, laughing.

“Oh, now please… spare me.” He mocked as he continued inching closer and closer.

“All you were was a plaything. Nothing more, nothing less.” He stated.

She smiled sadly: "I haven't seen you in so long, yet you're still the same, I can read you like an open book".

Sebastian's expression went sour.

"Don't act like you know me. You know nothing." He said, glaring at her.

"You know nothing about the life I lead now. You know nothing of what I've become." He growled, taking yet another step towards her.

"That's true, I know nothing after you left, after you decided to fight for the wrong side".

“Wrong side?” Sebastian repeated, mockingly.

“There is no wrong side, my dear. You think the good side treats you well? Ha, you’re sorely mistaken.”

He took a step closer, closing what distance remained between the two.

“The dark side is the path to true greatness.” Sebastian smirked.

She laughed bitterly: "greatness is not your true desire, Sebastian".

His face so close she could count his freckles.

Sebastian's cold eyes met her own. His expression cold.

"Oh? Enlighten me then. What is my true desire?"

She looked up, smiling softly at him, ready to kill him: "love" she breathed.

Sebastian grinned.

"Love?" He said through gritted teeth. "Don't you understand? Love is weak. Love is meaningless."

"I've been taught to be cold. To be heartless. Love has no place in our lives." He stated.

"There is no space for love for me."

"And there never will be." he insisted.

She took her hand out, softly placing it on his cheek.

Sebastian paused at her touch. There was a tinge of pain in his eyes.

"What are you doing...?" he whispered, his lips parted in what seemed like a mixture of confusion and longing.

"I know you" she whispered "I was there, in your darkest nights, I fought with you through tragedies."

His heart skipped a beat. A sense of familiarity washed over him.

"Yes... Yes." Sebastian murmured "I remember...".

He looked at her, his eyes tracing the outline of her face in the night air.

Sebastian's lips curved into his trademark smirk, that cocky and arrogant look he often wore...

But there's a change in his tone, subtle softening.

"Yes, I remember. You fought by my side. You..."

His voice trailed off. A look of bittersweet longing washed over Sebastian.

A thought crossed his mind, it must have been something terrifying because his eyes suddenly changed.

He took his hand out, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing harshly.

She gasped as his fingers tightened around her neck, his eyes turning to pure black.

The Sebastian that she knew... was gone. All that remained was a dark wizard, devoid of emotion, ready to kill.

“Your old ‘friend’ is dead. He disappeared ages ago.” Sebastian’s voice was cold, the tone devoid of any emotion.

"That's not true" She struggled to breath, eyes shining so bright they're blinding him.

“Oh but it is.” Sebastian chuckled sadistically. She felt him tighten his grip, his nails digging into her skin.

He leaned in closer, his sharp eyes seeing so deep inside her she felt exposed.

“The old Sebastian is long gone.”

She smiled in pain, chuckling softly: "I guess I get it now.." she thought out loud.

“What’s that?” Sebastian tilted his head, his confusion growing.

His grip got tighter each time she tried to speak.

“Speak clearly…” He demanded.

"it's true what they say: I really do still love you, even with your hands around my neck", she confessed.

Sebastian was stunned into silence.

He didn’t expect her to talk back, even less to say that she loved him.

“You’re lying…” He snarled. “You don’t love me.”

She struggled to breathe, but talked nonetheless: "remember that night I was stuck in the library in the forbidden section?" she coughed.

"I was crying so loud, my claustrophobia was killing me. Then you came by, took down the door, carried me away. The morning after, I woke up in the infirmary and you were there, close to me, asleep."

She took a breath, struggling "I love you since then" she confessed.

Sebastian was at a loss for words. He stared at her, his cold eyes softening.

“Yes… I remember.” He said softly.

A flash of regret was seen in his eyes before it was quickly hidden by a cold stare.

“So we had something.” Sebastian said after a few moments.

“Do you… still love me?” He whispered this, now completely unsure of himself.

Her hands wrapped around the hand who was squeezing her throat, she mumbled: "I'm forever gonna love you".

Sebastian’s eyes met her own.

“I…”

His grip loosened, allowing her to breath.

He was struggling to find the words.

“I think that I…”

He paused. “I still love you too.” He admitted quietly.

“I just thought… you hated me now.”

His hand freed her throat immediately as she fell to her knees, breathing heavily.

His eyes darted to her figure.

“My goodness, you’re breathing poorly.” Sebastian commented, dropping down beside her.

“Are you alright?” He sounded concerned.

“I suppose… I’ve let my emotions get the better of me…” He said sheepishly, his cheeks flushing slightly.

She looked up at him: "you came here to kill me, didn't you?" she chuckled.

she regained her breath as they both stood up, "I'm sorry, Sebastian, I love you but I can't let you take my life away, not when so many people count on me".

Sebastian scoffed at these words. Even more so when she claimed that “so many people counted on her.”

“I have my orders. The dark wizards want you gone.”

He tried to keep his voice unemotional, his expression blank, but he was failing to do so. He seemed hurt.

He raised an eyebrow. “And who is it that counts on you?”

"The entire Wizarding World" she breathed in a chuckle, "even if you're the only one I care about" she confessed, her smile playful.

Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Are you telling me…” His face was still void of emotion but there was a tiny hint of confusion in his tone.

“That you care about… me?” He snickered.

“How could you care for someone as awful as me?” He asked. “I haven’t exactly been a good person.”

"you haven't" she was looking at him in the eyes again: "it's true, you haven't been good"

“I’ve committed unforgivable acts.” Sebastian muttered.

“Why would you still care about me?”

The wizard questioned with a sense of curiosity, his dark eyes meeting her own.

"The night you left, when I pleaded you to stay" she remembered with a bitter smile: "I knew the moment you looked at me that way that there was no way convincing you to stay and fight with me, so I let you go" she whispered sadly.

"I'm telling you now Sebastian, you chose a path that I intend to destroy, I love you and I always will, but I'm not letting you win, I can't".

A soft gasp escaped Sebastian’s tongue, his eyes narrowing. The cold, emotionlessness in his eyes seemed to dissipate. He seemed to be caught off-guard by her confession.

“What do you mean, ‘I can’t let you win’…” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“this is how it is… the dark wizards…” He struggled to say his next words.

“I’m their soldier,” Sebastian stated, his voice breaking slightly.

she smiled softly "I know, orders, right?" she chuckled: "do you intend on killing me?"

Sebastian seemed to ponder this question for a moment.

“Yes.” He answered simply.

Though, his tone was devoid of any emotion. There was no hatred or evil behind his words.

He was just stating a fact.

“I have your name on my list.” He stated.

“Unfortunately, I have too many lives that I need to cross off to achieve greatness…”

She smiled again, almost amused: "you never learn..." she laughed.

Sebastian frowned.

“My goals are beyond what you could hope to understand.” He replied coldly. “My desires are not something you can comprehend.”

“But I must say, I am curious as to what you mean when you say that ‘I never learn.’”

The girl chuckled as she stared at him.

"You never wanted greatness" she spoke, "it was just something you used to fill the void you have inside of yourself. I am not your enemy, Sebastian, nor is the light, your only true enemy is yourself".

She took a deep breath, accepting defeat, her eyes burning his soul: "you can't accept what you are, you can't accept to feel week, so you keep going, you keep hurting" she diverted her gaze, looking around at the night sky, "dear god, I say you never learn!" she laughed softly again, her eyes back on him: "the day you'll stop lying to yourself, maybe, that will be the day you'll start to feel better again".

A flicker of emotion appeared in Sebastian’s eyes.

He remained speechless.

The words that she spoke struck a chord deep within his soul.

He couldn't seem to reply to them. Instead, he just took a step closer to her.

His voice soft when he spoke again.

“...So you do know me.”

"i do" she grinned "and since I know you do know me too, I bet you know I never back down from a fight" she smiled before taking a breath: "I'd give you my life Sebastian, but I can't let you win tonight, not when I am the reason so many lives can be speared".

His eye twitched, his hand clutch into a fist.

“Who do you think you are, trying to speak me into submission?” He hissed.

“Do you have any idea how many lives I’ve ended?” Sebastian roared.

“I’ve done unforgivable acts… and I have zero regrets.” He stated.

“No amount of words will change the fact that I’m just an evil wizard trying to achieve his dreams.”

She took a step forward, closing the gap in a sudden gesture, softly kissing his lips.

Sebastian’s breath got caught in his throat. He was caught off-guard by her sudden kiss.

“What… what did you just…”

His eyes darted back to hers. A slight blush washed over his face.

“Don’t you know the danger you’re in?” He whispered, his voice urgent. “You do know that I need to kill you… right?”

She smiled softly, "I know".

Sebastian paused for a few moments.

His hands come up to her waist, his eyes locked onto hers.

“Damn you…” He muttered quietly.

Then, he leaned in close again. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight to his body. His lips found hers again. He was kissing her hungrily now.

“I’ll admit… I don’t want to kill you.” He whispered after the kiss, his lips brushing over hers.

“But… but this is my duty.”

She smiled before moving away from him.

"I love you" Sebastian confessed, he sounded almost desperate.

His words seemed to catch him by surprise as he looked back at her, shocked.

"I hate that I love you," He breathed out then.

"I know" she said, "I know you do" she caressed his soft brown hair, "and that's enough" she mumbled, taking a step back and disappearing into nothingness.

Sebastian’s eyes trailed after her, his body trembling at the sudden silence.

“I… I…” He seemed to want to say something else, but the words got stuck in his throat.

He was left with the taste of his lover’s lips on his own. A smile washed over his face as he thought about the moment the two shared together.

“Dear god I'm a weak man.” He whispered to himself, to the night sky “I… I can’t kill her…”

© 2023 of Mia (arosesstorm). All Rights Reserved.

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.6k

Pairing: Ifrit/Rain, mentions of Ifrit/Dewdrop/Rain

Tags: Public Masturbation, Semi-public blowjobs, possessive behavior, Cuckolding, kink denial on Dew's part but it's fine he's fine it's fine they're all fine.

Summary:

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

Ifrit doesn't remember how the night began and he's certain he won't remember how it ends but that doesn't matter right now. Right now he's got a nice buzz going, a nice grassy spot under a tree to stare at the sky and his hand wrapped around his cock because hey. Why not.

If he concentrates, he can hear the others by the bonfire, still whooping and hollering as they dance and fight and fuck. He could join them but that would mean moving more than just his hand across his dick and he's not really feeling it right now. More interested in feeling himself. Maybe one of the others will stumble across, offer their own hand or mouth or even more but for now, Ifrit's intent on a little self-love.

There's no point in saying he's not vain because he absolutely is. This physical form had been good-looking to start with and when he found out he could modify it? Just by moving around or getting inked up? Siblings were practically lining up at the gate for his, heh, personal attention in the gym as a trainer. He was completely focused and professional during classes. But once that session was up? They knew where to find him.

Wasn't just the human Clergy either. Mist liked it when he wrestled with her, winner take all. Alpha needed the occasional beatdown too and Omega was perfect for when he wanted his ankles by his ears and a fat cock pushing so far into his guts he could taste it.

Just thinking about it made a pretty pearl of cum bead up from his tip. He smears it over the ruddy head with his thumb, rolls his hips as he toys with the slit and thinks about the others.

Dew was so cute to rile up. He could get spitting mad over some teasing and all Ifrit would have to do was look down and see where all the blood went. Only made the little guy madder, but all Ifrit had to do to apologize was kiss it until it was all better and the flush on Dew’s face was from pleasure and not fury.

Been a while since they hooked up, Ifrit thinks. A little bittersweetness lies in the memories, how Dew had found himself wrapped up in a new role and a new pack while Ifrit was left behind but he doesn't hold a grudge. Just wishes they could meet up again, see if he still has a temper or he’s gotten it under control. Ifrit's seen the way that multi-ghoul needles him, nothing short of a masterpiece there. He’d love to team up with him to make Dew cry sometime and his cock throbs in agreement.

Then there's that pretty water ghoul. Rain. Ifrit's been dying to get to know him all kinds of ways. See if he gets as wet as Dew used to, before his transition. He saw the two of them earlier, before the party really got going and okay, they looked good together. Dew looked downright snappy whenever someone tried to lure Rain away and that was just adorable. Like a dragon angrily guarding the first shiny trinket of its horde.

Monogamy isn't really a thing to the ghouls. Why would it be? Still, sometimes they can get possessive over each other. Dew's definitely got the worst case of it Ifrit's ever seen over Rain. He'd curled himself tight around the water ghoul, scenting him something fierce. Ifrit could pick it up from halfway across the field. And okay, it was a little cute. New love, and all that.

He blinks. Right, that's how he came to be here pumping his dick. He got so caught up in the vision of Dew and Rain and their entangled limbs, combined with the noises of a few threesomes happening, his mind laid out a beautiful picture of himself sandwiched between the two of them. Maybe he could coach Rain on how best to rile up Dew, get his little cock as red as his face. What to say to make his brow furrow even as he huffs out a too-quick orgasm.

Speaking of…

His balls already tight, Ifrit lets himself go and sighs at the way it aches when he does. He's got better stamina but he's been here a while, whatever he drank is working its dirty little magic on him and the night is still young. Wouldn't want to wear himself out too quickly.

If he listens, he can hear Mist crying in that perfect way she does when someone's licking her cunt and someone else is doing her gills. Belial, she's cute. Maybe he just has a thing for water ghouls, but who wouldn't with all their sensitivities and tendencies to get so wet. Maybe he should get up and join them, attack her gills from the other side and really get her going, get a few fingers stuffed up her cunt, make her squirt like she always does. His hand wraps around himself again and before he knows it, he's got his tongue in Rain's gills instead, frenching him from the inside while he bounces on Ifrit's lap, claws digging into his shoulders. Feeling Rain gasp for air as he creams around Ifrit's cock, Dew’s eyes dark with fury.

“You look like you're having fun.” Comes a soft voice and Ifrit chuckles, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Just thinking about you.” He says honestly, cracking his eye to peer at Rain. He looks good tonight. Always looks good but this is the first time Ifrit's seen him in something other than his uniform, a pair of light blue shorts that skim the tops of his thighs and a sleeveless shirt with thin straps and thinner fabric. Ifrit’s eyes lazily slide up and then firmly look back down, no shame. Dew’s not here to hiss and snarl, Ifrit's going to take advantage. As much as Rain will let him.

“We’ve never been properly introduced.” Rain muses, coming closer. “I know your name though. Seen you around. Seen some footage.”

“Do you like what you see?” Ifrit asks, angling himself so Rain can get an eyeful of his body, toned muscles and cock on full display. Like before. He's not shy about his own vanity. He half expects his confidence to intimidate the quiet water ghoul but Rain…Rain laughs at him. No one's ever laughed at Ifrit before.

He doesn't know if he likes it or not.

“Dew said you were cocky.” He drops to his hands and knees, tail coiling behind him. His eyes narrow as he comes up between Ifrit's thighs and smiles with a little too much fang for comfort. “He wouldn't be happy if he knew I was with you.”

“Then why are you here anyway?” Ifrit asks bluntly, trying to regain a foothold in the strange shift that he's pretty sure just happened.

“Because sometimes it's better to ask for forgiveness than permission.” Rain tells him with a nip to his skin that sends Ifrit reeling. No way this is happening. He can still smell Dew on Rain's clothes, smoke and anger and lust. So much lust.

"Isn't Dewdrop your, uh…" Boyfriend is the first word that comes to mind but it doesn't feel right. Too human, too exclusive. Packmate would be the best option yet it still feels too casual for whatever the hell those two have going on. He and Dew were packmates and they were never so touchy-feely as he is with Rain. He vaguely remembers Dew getting a little weird about Aether when he was first summoned but it still had nothing on how he behaved now. Rain seems to humor it and continue to do his own thing when Dew's not looking but he still doesn't want to get on the little guy's bad side and ruin any possibilities.

"Dewdrop." He finishes stupidly.

Rain shrugs, a strap of his camisole falling down one shoulder with the motion.

"My Dewdrop…" he muses, tracing patterns on Ifrit's thigh. "I like the sound of that."

His fingers tickle dangerously high and Ifrit squirms against the tree.

"Well," Rain continues thoughtfully, casually wrapping his hand around the base of Ifrit's cock, hiding the sudden flare of his tattoos as he begins to stroke him slowly. "My Dewdrop said he didn't want you touching me. So don't touch me. And we'll be alright."

Ifrit feels far from alright at this moment in time, but then Rain's bowing to dab his soft tongue to the underside and he can't find it in him to argue. The first gentle lap hits him harder than a punch, the second, somehow even worse. Rain entertains himself with Ifrit's cock like he's got all the time in the world; sliding the foreskin to and fro over the ridge, mouthing at the tip and going even lower to fit both of Ifrit's balls in his mouth. Going back up and rubbing his cheek against the head to smear the beads of pre cum all across his face.

"These are pretty," he remarks, so casual as if he was admiring a garden or a display of jewelry. Ifrit doesn't even know what he's talking about at first until Rain starts tracing the outline of his tattoos with his tongue. He got them done months ago, glyphs written and designed to further pleasure a partner. Maybe one or two thrown in so no matter how he thrusts, he always hits the best spots.

"Enchanted?" He asks, looking at Ifrit with his dark eyes, pressing a kiss to the shaft. Ifrit nods stupidly, fingers curling in the grass to keep from grabbing Rain's head and pushing him down again, make that pretty mouth drool with how Ifrit would fuck it.

"Thought so." Rain says with satisfaction. "I like the way it tingles when I touch them. Must feel good to get fucked by a cock like this."

"I've had no complaints." Ifrit gasps as Rain lays his tongue flat to slap his cock against it. He's such an active participant in his past flings that it feels off-putting to just sit here and let himself be…be toyed with. He doesn't even think Rain's blinked once since settling between his thighs and it's unnerving.

"When Dew calms down a bit," Rain starts, moving Ifrit's cock this way and that to admire all of his tattoos as they glow. "With this whole possessive thing. Maybe I'll ride it."

"Fuh-" Ifrit hisses as a large blurt of precum oozes out of his slit. Rain drinks it down then goes even further, opening his jaw for Ifrit to easily slide in without grazing any fangs. "Fucking, oh, oh that's good."

He's so pent up from touching himself earlier, thinking he wouldn't have to worry about stamina. Now he's got Rain making the sweetest, choked noises as he fucks his face on Ifrit's dick, nice and sloppy, getting his saliva all over Ifrit's balls while he gags on it. Ifrit's tearing up handfuls of grass as Rain brutalizes his own throat, moaning and trying to stifle his moans at the same time, lest Dewdrop catch them in the act and get royally pissed off.

Rain would probably just kiss him with a mouth of Ifrit's cum, his brain offers up and it's over.

He cums with a pained noise, faster than he'd like to but again he’d been working himself up decently beforehand and if he knew Rain was going to go to town on him, he would have saved his stamina. He tries to warn Rain with a stuttered exclamation as his body locks up. Rain just pulls away to tug at his cock and Ifrit starts praying Rain will put it back in his mouth and swallow but he keeps pumping his hand at first. Aims so the first spray lands thick over his eyelashes, the second glossing his full lips, smearing the head around before kissing it and pushing down to take Ifrit in, letting him finish directly down his tight throat.

“Fuck!” Ifrit shouts, hitting his head on the tree when he throws it back, trying to fuck Rain's mouth for the last few flexes of his cock. Rain keeps still, lets his jaw hang open as Ifrit pushes his cum back in as it drools out, relishing the slide of Rain’s tongue on his skin even as he slips into oversensitivity and the friction is too much. Rain lets him go with a final kiss and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he sits up tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Ifrit's cum is dabbed off Rain’s eyelashes with his ring finger, also licked clean. There's something almost feline about him as he does it, looking so beautiful in the fractured moonlight coming down from between the branches.

"Can I," Ifrit starts. "Do you…anything?" He sounds stupid to himself and can't even imagine what he sounds like to Rain, staring down at him with a passive, unreadable expression.

"I already got mine." He says carelessly, flopping back and spreading his thighs to show off the wet fabric of his tight little shorts clinging to his cunt. Ifrit swallows thickly, eyes riveted on the way he drags his fingers softly over it. He can see the way they bump over the shape of his swollen clit and Ifrit moans right along with Rain when he rubs the tip of it.

"Swiss and Aether." He tells Ifrit, a subtle lift at the corners of his mouth. He raises a leg and uses the motion to flip himself over, lifting his tail to reveal another damp spot just underneath that's slowly drooled out enough cum to combine with the first one.

"Mountain."

Ifrit practically convulses with the longing stab of arousal the sight gives him, wheezing as Rain wiggles his shorts down to give him a better look at his well-used holes, swaying his hips and letting them gape for the briefest of moments, before shimmying his clothes back on and doing something elegant and twisted that results in him standing up, hand on his hip. Looking down at Ifrit with an amused little smile.

“Dew always forgives me if I confess everything. Helps to give him a demonstration too…So he knows what he missed out on.” It's said in such a blaisè tone for all the heavy implications in the words, Ifrit can't quite believe what he just heard. Just stares open mouthed at Rain with his soft cock wilting against his thigh and his ears ringing. Rain covers his laugh and leans close. Lets Ifrit get a nice view of his tits down his top as he takes two fingers, the two he'd touched himself with, and pets Ifrit's tongue. Before he knows what he's doing, he closes his lips around them and sucks, shivering at the faint taste of salt and sex.

“You're cute.” Rain says. “I hope I get to play with you again.”

He tries to say something but what exactly he wants to say he doesn't know. It just comes out as a stupid little uh-huh around Rain’s fingers as he withdraws them. He chases them but then Rain’s giving him a little head shake, wiping them on Ifrit's cheek and he falls back, defeated and stunned. Rain giving him that mischievous little smile the whole time.

“See you ‘round.” He says, tapping those same two fingers against his eyebrows, giving Ifrit a lazy salute. The fingers go from his temple to his mouth, where Rain spreads them and licks lasciviously in between with a wicked little wink before turning and walking off, leaving Ifrit to stare at the way his hips swing in well fucked and insouciant little half circles. How he's not limping is beyond anyone's guess.

“Damn…” he wheezes, head hitting the trunk. “Just… damn.”

What a night.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

Popping

Tw graphic animal abuse (not kidding around here, really), gore

"Bursting things is so satisfying! Balloons, bubble wrap, baby animals… It doesn't matter what the thing is, I love the way it pops. My favourite non-living ones are eyeballs. There's such a lovely squish to them, and the way they splatter is just lovely."

"Oh, I know it's a pretty niche thing, but I promise it's wonderful! You hold something in your hands and squeeze, and you've got complete control over it. It screams and writhes, but you're in the driver's wheel now. Its eyes bulge as it begins choking, feeling its chest cave in, bones cracking from the pressure. The world spins red and black, and all it knows is your iron grip. It desperately holds out for all it's worth, praying that you'll release it."

"But in the end it's worth nothing, for it was futile all along. Its guts come flowing out off its throat and it splits open. The best part is when the viscera come spilling out. It's such a pretty red, like cranberry preserve, but it gets all over my fingers! I have to lick my hands clean like a little kid, and pick out all the crunchy bits. Honestly, it tastes delicious. Just like uncooked eyeballs."

"The first time I popped an animal was when I was ten. There was a little bird that had fallen out of its nest. Like any child would, I picked it up and brought it home. Every day, I pampered it and loved it. But it was sick, so sick, and I couldn't save it."

"I'd heard of euthanasia by then, and I knew that it would be a mercy. But when I cradled it in my hands. I didn't think of mercy. I thought of ecstasy, of blood dribbling down my wrists, of the helpless, dead wreck of my feathered friend, a testament to my supremacy over life and death."

"I felt so powerful when I crushed it, when it popped and revealed its succulant innards. I was the Goddess of Death, implacable and eternal. It was like a drug, shaking me to the core. And as I put it in my mouth and began gulping it down, bones and all, I knew what true power felt like. That little bird's life went down my throat in moments, reduced to a toy for my pleasure, a snack for a giant."

"I didn't stop there. I craved that high. I raided bird nests, snatched garden slugs off their leaves, and when Ms Lim down the road was giving out extra kittens, I took in two. Just for fun, I crushed one before the other and fed it its sibling's flesh. I stroked it with bloodied hands and giggled when it lapped at my arm."

"And that was how I ended up with a cat. Cute, isn't she? I call her Fluffypaws. I hand feed her and wash her and comb her every week. Nothing but the best for little Fluffypaws. If I'm lucky, I'm hoping for her to have kittens."

"Won't that be nice? Her belly full of mewling little ones, just like the sister I'd killed so coldly. All ready to grow up and live full lives. So much hope in their futures. Just delightful."

"I can't wait to crush them. To hear my precious darling Fluffypaws bay out as her body succumbs, doing everything in her power to keep my prying fingers away from her ribs, her stomach, the tiny babies that could have sprawled in the sun for many more years."

"It would make for twice, no, a dozen times more the satisfaction. So much life taken, so much hope crushed. But it still would pale in comparison so my dream, my finest fantasy, my deepest desire: to crush a human."

"I know just how I'd do it. My bare fists wouldn't be enough. Hammers would work, but it wouldn't have the same overwhelming power."

"I'd use a hydraulic press. Slowly, enough for them to beg and cry as their death descends upon them. The air would slowly be driven from them, the shards of their ribs caving inwards. Perhaps they'd turn their head to the side. Perhaps I could look them in the eye as they died, smiling and laughing all the while."

"Wouldn't it be beautiful? To destroy another so wholly? To watch their eyes be driven from their sockets in a grand burst of fluid? To let your smiling face and the knowledge that you would be the last thing they ever saw drive the despair truly home?"

"Yes, it would. And after a man, perhaps I'd crush the world, feel its dirt bend beneath my fingers, the molten core leak out, hear a trillion beasts cry out in horror. That would be nice, indeed."

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[i-am-xp-64]

Tw//actually its not really need a tw because it didn't show or talk it too obvious but I'mma still put it for random idiots who'll take it too far-

The last come over lim had with joyki:

He's an idiot, give him some time

Also he knew what that adult toy is because Samantha were owns like fucking 5-

Well at least he doesn't have a dirty mind, he just stupid XD

Don't come after me or I'll come after you-

[leejoonho]

" HEY! Is it fun toying around with me? "

1.03 OUR DATING SIM (2023) dir. lim hyun hee

[manawari]

I think about what all the uncles/godfathers Su-ho (could've) had:

Woo Jin-chul - responsible, mature, barely shows up due to his work, but if Su-ho happens to stop by, he will let him sit on his lap and cuddle then watches him play around.

Yoo Jin-ho - personal favorite, gives Su-ho toys and plays with him on the floor, spoils him especially when Jin-woo isn't around, and makes him laugh.

Baek Yoon-ho - sends tiger plushies to Su-ho, sits him on his broad shoulders, lets Su-ho call him "Kitty" or "Big Kitty", watches movies with him, and teaches him how to "deal" with bullies.

Choi Jong-in - gives Su-ho some new clothes, fixes his hair if he notices it's messy, the protective uncle, and helps him with homework.

Thomas Andre - a huge softie around Su-ho, tells him various stories, teaches him how to speak English, gives weapons in his birthday (which Hae-in had to hide before her son sees them and fawns over the sharp objects to no end), and also teaches him how to "deal" with bullies.

Liu Zhigang - gives him panda plushies, is gentle around Su-ho, and the kind of uncle who gets proud of him over basically anything.

Min Byung-gyu - picks Su-ho up from daycare for the sole reason to spoil him with ice cream afterward, helps him with history, one of the "safe" people Jinhae trusts to watch over their son for the whole day, and makes him delicious food.

Lim Tae-gyu - the "chill" uncle, will accidentally blurt out a swear word and panics when Su-ho hears it, sings kiddie songs with him, the supportive uncle especially when he learns that Su-ho tries out sports, and playfully teases him.

Lennart Niermann - also responsible and mature, and will basically smile at anything Su-ho does and he doesn't think no other baby will make him fawn but Su-ho himself.

And of course, there are the aunts/godmothers!

Lee Ju-hee - BEST AUNT! Su-ho's favorite auntie besides Jin-ah and Esil, will mend his wounds and makes him something to eat for comfort, hugs Su-ho until he starts complaining that he can't breathe, and sings him lullabies.

Sung Jin-ah - spoils her nephew shamelessly even though Jin-woo keeps warning her, embarrasses his dad, and has an entire album filled with photos and videos of her nephew.

Esil Radiru - again, spoils the heck out of Su-ho and makes him pretty clothes to wear, helps Hae-in when she was pregnant with Su-ho, and never misses an important event in Su-ho's life.

Laura - responsible and is quite strict when Su-ho starts being naughty and makes up for his pouting face by giving him sweets.

[kpop-bbg]

[rubyroboticalt]

Minecrafters grab your pickaxes, and catch up on the QBLR QUATERLY!

What's up guys, update just dropped! It sure is something to try and decipher, huh. We've got pages of new stuff to go over so let me learn you a thing about all the events and mishaps that happened on the server this week!

Some of the creatures on the server don't like sleeping in beds, and this egg is sleeping in a dumpster. Tonmy reverse adopts some new parents! Plume tries to solve some fun puzzles. Salem has an attempted revival using a grave-shaped shrine.

Salem is not the only deceased party this week. Solace loses their Apa. A small grave is built to remember.

Dot creates a small bubble of nature in the deep abyss, a respite of nature in the dark.

A sweet little pink and black house is constructed and decorated. It's very cure. And a little public pool is made in the clover fields.

A toy shop is added to the marketplace! It has plushies, Rubik's cubes, and even a build-a-bear workshop!

Saoirse has a good day. Angel also has a good day. Swamp also has a good day, because they attend a wedding reception.

Jay doesn't have a good day because a treasure map jinxes them. Spore finds a pepsi hat, and the slug cats from Rain World visit!

Ruby adds three new buildings to their coastal town, after not recording anything about being rescued from the Nether. The buildings even have interiors!

Panji has a cookout! Grill master extraordinaire time at the family barbecue. There's even a dance party!

Desnay reads a father's day book from Halo, a very emotional moment. It turns out the Nether Angel needs help, and Noname and their parents are perfect to assist. Also, food diversity olympics.

The Brain Baby, thusly named Bibi, learns how to have a nap. Something's not right with Lim. and Apple cubito finds some interesting places on the server!

Eva receives a lobster statue for their 2 month birthday! And Mae adds a park to the maze. Mapic builds a stand with banners and lanterns at the festival grounds.

And now for some autistic Minecraft behaviors.

For the first time in news history, the image limit on the post has been reached, so a link to part two will be [available here.]

[stiffyck]

yep. tcd has definitely taken over i havent read everything so some may be repeats who knows! scars camera, a shitty camcorder that he got from his dad when he was a kid is one of scars prized possessions. him and his brother used to use it to document whatever wild ideas they came up with when scar ended up being alone (with no name. he barely remembers having a brother- did he even have a brother to begin with?) he deleted the old footage for memory. he never rewatched the footage, it hurt to think he actually had a happy life before something out of his control killed his family. he still used it to document. (don't speak of the way some of the recordings were just breakdowns. or how some were so short, and clearly accidental. a young boy, barely in his teens warily looking off to the side before realizing the cameras on. how the last recording was 30 minutes long, documenting how a barely-adult basically walked into suicide, and 20 minutes of it is just dead footage, of barely anything being able to be seen. just the sounds of groaning and darkness before it abruptly ends. the battery died. (just like who was holding the camera))

scar's sketchbook, another one of his prized possessions. it was his first (and only... until he left the hellscape he was born in. (not raised- he was never raised the zombies got to his family before he could grow up-)) sketchbook, and he got it as soon as he told his mom he had an interest in drawing. he never was the best at it, but it helped him keep... some of his sanity. (please ignore the torn and blood covered pages.) scar's notepad, really only ever used to tally days and tally kills. (he lost track after the third year) scar's plush cat keychain. it was originally just a cat plush, a toy he's had since he was a baby. after losing his family, (oh how they loved him. they are the reason he lived. he doesn't know if he hates them.) he frankinstiened it into a keychain for his backpack. it's covered in dirt, and blood, and any zombie that dares to touch it gets killed even more brutally. No One touches jellie. many years later, he still has these objects. it's in an old, blood and dirt covered travel bag in the deepest depths of his closet. damn i made this a whole lot longer than i anticipated

GOD YES.

Imagine scar writing or drawing in the notebook in blood. maybe he just lost his pencil and didn't have anything else on him but... he does have a wound thats still bleeding.

GOD I LOVE THIS WHOLE THING YEA.

Also consider the idea that jellie isnt an actual cat but just the plushie. consider the hermits thinking scar is talking about an old pet he lost. but there was never really any pet, was there. it was just him and his blood stained cat plushie that brough him the only comfort in his childhood.

This also goes well with the clip from lim life where theyre doubting that jellie is actually real

[ddiyoung113]

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I've been drawing pictures like this all day today. They're all doodles, and there are 13 in total. I think I'll get banned if I post them directly to tumblr, so I'm leaving a link to my poipiku with the cropped drawings. I hope this is the right way to post my work.

Please read the warning before entering password.

[imtheiliad]

PERSONAL SUPERHERO or chris goes to therapy while buck's in a coma; eddie's therapy [416 words] i am just thinking about him a lot and this happened.

Chris is quiet today. He’s sitting on the couch, Dr. Lim is sitting on the floor in front of the table with all the toys. 

Eddie had brought him in, looking tired, in sweats. He was always somewhat put together. And it was Wednesday. Buck usually brought Chris on Wednesday. 

He hadn’t even asked when Eddie had squeezed his eyes shut and said, “Buck had an accident at work, he’s in a coma.” Before he slipped back out to the waiting room. 

Dr. Lim always hated seeing when families were hurting so plainly and clear as day. 

“Did you go see your friend in the hospital?” he asks once a few silent minutes passed. 

“He’s not my friend.” 

It’s as fiery as he has ever heard or seen Chris.

They've talked about Buck before, how could they not. But Christopher has never been able to name him other than his Buck. Never said father. Never said friend. Just his Buck.

“Who is he then?” 

Chris bites his lip and twists his hands in his lap. 

“He’s my superhero.”

He says it so quiet 

Dr. Lim smiles remembering when he first met Chris and he talked about how Buck saved him. How buck was the one on the other end of the Zoom sessions that week and a few following weeks after Eddie had been shot. Even started to talk to him in person when he began bringing Chris to sessions when they overlapped with Eddie’s. How Chris talked about him helping with homework and how he was Chris’ first call on any occasion when his dad wasn't an option. 

“It must be really nice having your own personal superhero huh?” Chris nods, “How did it feel to see him in the hospital?” 

“Dad said it would be like he was sleeping–but it was scary. I was brave though.” 

They’d talked about being brave before. A lot in the past year. “Everyone was so sad, and crying. It reminded me of the funeral. I didn't like that. ‘Cause he's not dead, he's sleeping.That’s what dad told me.” 

The frustration starts to seep through, “And I thought he would wake up for me. He always wakes up for me!” a sob breaks loose and Dr. Lim moves closer, sitting in front of Chris on the floor. 

“That does sound really scary. It’s okay to be scared.  Can we take some big breaths? I’ll do them with you.” 

So they sit there and breathe until their time is up. He accompanies Chris back out to the waiting room where Eddie still looks on edge and like he hasn’t slept. 

“Are you talking to your therapist too?” 

Eddie nods tightly. 

Dr. Lim nods back and watches the two of them leave quietly.