#millennium images

[msv-photography]

Nightmare no. 150

Me and my double Standing still on the meridian that divides the day of tomorrow from yesterday The body and the soul Flesh and spirit The fog, or maybe is it a cloud? Everything is confused, my thoughts What the hell am I doing here today? Two shadows engraved in the past Elvis and Frank Zappa have just left the building The dead can dance It is not the space to be conquered but time Absolute…

[watermelonieowo]

GET IT GUYS...BECAUSE.. MILLENNIUM,,

[alucardsathomewife]

zorin muscle mommy?

Nah

Sketch of Seras holding Pip ❤️

[fotos-art]

Millennium Bridge with St. Paul's Cathedral in the background, London, England

© Scott Baldock

Getty Images

The view you're seeing was first made possible exactly 20 years ago, but a photo from the same spot on June 10, 2000, might've come out a tad blurry. That's because when the London Millennium Bridge opened to flocks of pedestrians on that date, it wobbled so much it was closed after just two days. But the bridge reopened with improvements in 2002, and today it's stable in terms of not only lateral g-force but also photo-op popularity.

[lustrecannon]

humiliation

[starprincejelly]

I've been going INSANE about this oc of mine for weeks y'all, his name is Millennium,,,

[mrfandomwars]

History Of Mandalore

Build the Millennium Falcon: Guide to the Galaxy - The History of Mandalore

Sorry for the quality of the images, but it was the best ones I had

Text on the images is written down for those whose image isn't loading or simply find the quality of the images too hard to read, after the break.

I will handle first the actual text, then Death Watch and Symbolism, and finally the Behind the Scenes text. All the red (and yellow) texts will appear between two brackets at the end of the section that they appeared in.

(Mandalore: Grid Coordinates_0.7

Rotation period 19 Standard Hours, Orbital Period 366 local days; Moons: Concordia;

Astrogation Data:

Region - Outer Rim Territories/Mandalorian Space

Sector - Mandalore Sector

System - Mandalore System

Orbital Position - 5

Trade Routes - Hydian Way (closest)

Physical Data

Class - Terrestrial

Diameter - 9,200 km

Atmosphere - Type I (breathable oxygen/hydrogen/nitrogen mix)

Climate - Temperate, arid

Gravity - Standard

Primary Terrain - Deserts, cities

Population - 4 million

HISTORY OF MANDALORE:

Plagued by a turbulent history, Mandalore is an Outer Rim planet with a fiercely independent people that was divided by recent conflicts and the Clone Wars. Tough Mandalore's surface will probably never recover from the wars of the past, its people will always be proud to be Mandalorians.

Mandalore is the fifth planet orbiting its sun, and has two moons. The planetary surface was once lush with jungles and seas, but has been turned into a lifeless desert by countless conflicts, including an ancient war against the Jedi. In order to survive under these unbearable conditions, the Mandalorians began to build domed cities, such as the capital of Sundari, located in the centre of an endless desert of white sand.

A gigantic bio-dome covers the modern cube-like city, which has buildings and structures made of permacrete and transparisteel. Mandalorians who had renounced the old ways created this new settlement in a time of peace, and now automated repulsorlift transports carry people into the heart of the city where they can see important sites such as the Royal Palace, the Royal Academy of Government and the Memorial Shrine. Mandalore is also home to MandalMotors, a large corporation that produces specifically Mandalorian spaceships, repulsorlift vehicles, weapons and equipment.

While the human population was able to survive because of technology, the wildlife of Mandalore suffered. A few species managed to survive by adapting to the changing conditions, and rare examples of others lived on in captivity. One lost species that had significant influence on Mandalorian traditions was the shriek-hawk, an avian predator also known as the jai'galaar. The long extinct mythosaur was a creature of gigantic proportions, whose memory still lives on today in the mythosaur skull emblem sported by many Mandalorians.

[A giantic bio-dome covers the modern cube-like capital city Sundari, which has buildings and structures made of permacrete and transparisteel.

Under the city domes, Mandalorian architecture is based on cubist designs, characterized by interlocking blocks.]

Warlike Traditions

The warlike Mandalorians are the stuff of legends used to scare children. Wearing their distinctive armour, they fought against the Jedi in the Old Republic, and were once part of a raid on the Jedi Temple. Despite the fact that the Mandalorians were able to expand their influence and territory considerably throughout the regions surrounding Mandalore and beyond, different factions made Mandalorian politics complicated and highly unpredictable. Traditionalists, reformers and invaders all ruled and profited from the civil wars that have raged on the planet.

[Inside the towering domes, the architecture of Mandalore's cities repeat cubist themes, with airy structures made of permacrete and transparisteel.]

New Mandalorians

After the Great Clan Wars, which took place a decade before the Clone Wars, the Mandalorians were ruled by Duchess Satine Kryze of Kalevala and her New Mandalorians, who broke away from the violent past and ruled Mandalore through peace and diplomacy. As leader of the Council of Neutral Systems, the duchess represented over 1,500 systems that strove to stay neutral during the Clone Wars. Satine ruled with the assistance of a Prime Minister and a Ruling Council of at least six Ministers, among them a Minister of Finance and a Minister of the Interior. Other functions in the government were those of the Governor and Deputy Minister.

The New Mandalorians struggled to minimise the influence of the group known as Death Watch, who longed to return Mandalore to its warrior roots with the support of the Confederacy. Secretly leading Death Watch was Governor Pre Vizsla of Concordia, one of Satine's trusted allies. Also on Death Watch's payroll was Prince Tal Merrik, the Senator of Kalevala and one of the duchess's oldest friends.

After being betrayed by her allies, Satine barely succeeded in avoiding a Republic intervention on Mandalore by uncovering a recording that showed the Republic Senate a forged message from the loyal Deputy Minister Jerec. Had that invasion taken place, Death Watchstood ready to act as the liberators of the Mandalorian people, who would undoubtedly have chosen their side against the Republic. The government of the New Mandalorians remained fragile, due to corruption among the political upper class and because Pre Vizsla, the leader of Death Watch, was constantly plotting against Duchess Satine.

Towards the end of the Clone Wars, with the help of the Shadow Collective crime syndicate, Death Watch finally managed to depose the New Mandalorains and they once again gained support of the Mandalorian people. Not all members of Death Watch remained loyal after Pre Vizsla was slain by Darth Maul, the leader of the Shadow Collective. Bo-Katan Kryze and the Nite Owls left Death Watch as another splinter group after the deaths of Vizsla and Satine Kryze. In the end, not even Death Watch could protect Mandalore from succumbing to the Galactic Empire, which installed a military Academy on the planet.

[Automated repulsorlift transport-decks with aerial landing plataforms to speed passengers around the Mandalorian capital city. Important locations include centres of government, culture and manufacturing.

As the leader of the Council of Neutral Systems, pacifist DDuchess Satine Kryze of the New Mandalorians represented over 1,500 systems that strove to stay neutral during the Clone Wars.

While touring the gardens, the duchess and Obi-Wan Kenobi witnessed a terrorist bomb explode and while they tended to the injured, saw a hologram of the Death Watch crest.

Prime Minister Almec, who had ruled the planet under Duchess Satine Kryze, was reinstalled after Death Watch staged a coupp, and told the people that Satine had murdered Death Watch's former leader Pre Vizsla.

As a means of gaining more power on Mandalore, Death Watch allied itself with crime syndicates and the two Sith Nightbrothers, Darth Maul and Savage Opress.]

Death Watch

(Wayland is a possible planet shown behind the white box of text that the Death Watch section is in.

OP here, is it possible that Wayland is the name of the second moon? Food for thought for those who are reading.)

Death Watch, which used the symbol of a jai'galaar, was a faction that longed to return to Mandalore's warrior past.

When Duke Adonai 1 was killed during the Great Clan Wars that raged on Mandalore, Death Watch leader Pre Vizsla considered the Duke's pacifist daughter Duchess Satine unworthy to lead the Mandalorians, and planned an alliance with Count Dooku. However, this went sour after a planned Republic invasion didn't occur. Driven by revenge and honour, Vizsla led Death Watch offworld until Darth Maul and his Shadow Collective helped them to defeat the duchess New Mandalorians.

However, Vizsla's victorious return to Mandalore was short-lived, as Maul killed him to become the new leader of Death Watch.

[Death Watch wore the identifying symbol of the shriek-hawk, an extinct avian predator of Mandalore, which was also known as the jai'galaar.

During the Clone Wars, Pre Vizsla led the Death Watch splinter group in opposition to the pacifist Satine Kryze and her peaceful New Mandalorians.]

Symbolism

The Mandalorian suits of armour and helmets with their characteristic T-shaped visor are the most widely recognized elements from the Mandalorian warrior culture. They have been worn by the Death Watch, the Mandalorian Supper Commandos, and also by bounty hunters such as Jango and Boba Fett. Peaceful symbols could be encountered on Mandalore as well. During the reign of the New Mandalorians, the citizens of Sundari all wore similar, modern clothing, ranging from white to pale blue. Sundari's bright architecture is very cubist and this style also extends to paintings in government buildings depicting historical events and political leaders. Another symbol omnipresent among the Mandalorians is the Ka'rta, a hexagonal shape integrated in Mandalorian clothing, design and architecture.

[The Mandalorians Super Commandos were among the many members of the warrior elute who adopted the distinctive armour and helmet.]

Behind the Scenes: Long History

The name Mandalore first appeared as a mention on the Boba Fett concept art drawn by Joe Johnson for The Empire Strikes Back, which referred to him being a 'super commando from the Mandalore system'. The name Mandalore was kept alive and appeared for the first time in Star Wars 68: The Search Begins, a Marvel comic from 1983, where Leia is searching for Han Solo, frozen in carbonite. Many aspects of the planet and its culture were created after a connection had been established between the clone troopers and the Mandalorians. Author Karen Traviss once even worked on turning Mando'a into a working language. Star Wars: The Clone Wars chose a new direction for Mandalorian society, but also kept some elements from former stories, such as Death Watch. A lot of prequel concept art was reused for the Mandalorian designs, such as a concept art that had been originally intended for Amidala (Satine) and Sith (Mandalorian Royal Guards).

[The Mandalorian Royal Guards were based on concept art originally designed for the Sith.]

[moldysourlemons]

s o m a n y f r a m e s

[bkenber]

'The Expendables 3' - A Franchise Killer

WRITER’S NOTE: This review was written in 2014. I was really looking forward to the third “Expendables” movie ever since I saw the teaser trailer which was scored to the theme for “Bridge on the River Kwai.” None of the films in this franchise will ever be mistaken for high art, but they bring about a much-needed nostalgia workout which many of us have for the action movies from the 1980’s.…

[thedevotionaltour]

everyone loves me for becoming a ballard enjoyer

[roxysretrodrive-in]

Retro Trailer: End of Days (1999)

Warning: Flashing Images Throughout (seriously, it's like the entire trailer).

Disclaimer: I am not associated with the uploader nor the creators of this trailer.

[keycomicbooks]

Wonder Woman #13 (1988) George Pérez Art, Len Wein & George Pérez Story, 1st Appearance of Chimera, Millennium Tie-In

#WonderWoman #13 (1988) #GeorgePérez Art, #LenWein & George Pérez Story, 1st Appearance of #Chimera, #Millennium Tie-In "Challenge of the Gods, Book Four: Demonplague" Wonder Woman continues the Challenge of the Gods and runs to Earth to rescue her mother! Can Wonder Woman stand against and defeat the monsters of myth? https://www.rarecomicbooks.fashionablewebs.com/WonderWoman.html#13 @rarecomicbooks Website Link In Bio Page If Applicable. SAVE ON SHIPPING COST - NOW AVAILABLE FOR LOCAL PICK UP IN DELTONA, FLORIDA #KeyComicBooks #DCComics #DCU #DCUniverse #KeyIssue

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I reblogged it earlier but I'm glad the Something Awful Forums 9/11 thread was archived because it's an incredibly important slice of internet history. For the record I think 9/11 was thousands of personal tragedies for the direct victims of the attacks but one big national farce that led to America's ongoing slide into fascism, and the nationalism and remembrance around it is a joke especially in the wake of the same amount of deaths every fucking day in the US during the height of coronavirus.

Nevertheless I think it's important that if you do not remember because you were too young or just didn't exist on Sept 11, 2001 to read the Something Awful 9/11 forums to get an idea of what the internet was like at the moment when America changed to 24 hour news cycles and renewed hyper-nationalism not seen since WWII.

This all happened before Twitter, Facebook, before Discord. Before smart phones. Before most people had cell phones. When a lot of people still had dial-up internet, even. Some people in the thread were relying on radio because internet and TV weren't keeping up.

It was a live event of internet denizens reacting to the biggest national event (and among the biggest international events) of the past 25 years. It was also a slice of what the internet was like at the turn of the millennium. Not only that, but people accurately calling out who was responsible, and what would result before the attacks even finished.

Keep in mind that the links that follow contain images of the event, lots of Islamophobia, people calling for the Middle East to be nuked, people blaming Palestine, casual racist and homophobic language (this was Something Awful after all), etc etc. They preserved the first 17 pages which spanned about 24 hours during the events. It's the origin of the "WATCH BUSH START A FUCKING WAR" screenshot.

Links under the fold. I've also annotated the pages with notes regarding the timeline and any posts of interest. Note the thread was preserved in Pacific Time even though the page says times are Eastern. That's incorrect. Post timestamps are 3 hours behind Eastern Time, which is the time zone where the attacks occurred:

Page 1 - Note the first post was edited to include images of the second attack. The thread started after the first plane hit. Second plane hitting the WTC happens here too.

Page 2 - Poster accurately calling out Bin Laden was responsible at 9:14 AM EST

Page 3 - "WATCH BUSH START A FUCKING WAR"

Page 4

Page 5 - First official acknowledgement it was a terrorist attack.

Page 6 - Pentagon hit

Page 7

Page 8

Page 9 - Commercial flights grounded by FAA (Federal Aviation Administration)

Page 10 - First mention of towers collapsing at end of page

Page 11 - More reactions to collapse of first tower. People thinking it was a bomb or yet another plane. Rumors about a fourth plane just missing the White House (these are false and predate the actual 4th plane crash by minutes)

Page 12

Page 13 - By this point there's just rampant speculation about more bombs at the WTC, the US Capitol building being hit, etc (all false). Remember this is all just people reacting to TV news and radio and the rumor mill via phone, AIM, IRC, and maybe text messages.

Page 14 - By this point internet news sites are overwhelmed

Page 15 - Second tower collapses. First acknowledgement of the fourth plane that crashed in PA.

Page 16 - There's an abrupt time jump in the threads, I think it was the result of admins pruning the activity or the SA forums going down. This page starts on 9/12 even though it is page 16. American flag signatures and ribbons start appearing.

Page 17

[fushiguho]

₊˚✩⊹ Professor!Kento Part 2

Woah! Slow down, read part 1 first!

4:34 PM

Back and forth your feet sway before you, your gel pen mindlessly rapping against the dilapidated wooden desk upon which you restlessly slouch. Once more, your eyes are flitting toward the bright, digital clock abut the wall, seconds passing like millennium. Class ended four minutes ago and your physics professor unhurriedly paces the frigid lecture hall, blathering on about an assignment you’ve already completed.

That poor, swollen clit is throbbing. Beneath your desk, your thighs press together in fruitless attempts to lull the monotonous ache. It has been a paltry three hours since you’ve last seen him and you cannot rid the thought of your professor reduced to nothing but wet, babbling mess and for you. Over and over and over again the reel of Nanami’s thighs sprawled, pearlescent beads of hot arousal spilling down your knuckles makes your head spin.

To be such a worthy and distinguished figure, decorated with various awards and accolades, who’s even recognized amongst his peers as the epitome of wits and professionalism; and to wield such great power and authority, of course no one would expect such… debauchery. And you, to witness the way he merely crumbled beneath your fleeting touch, melting into nothing but a gasping, bucking mess — to be the one who’s responsible makes your stomach sink.

However, there remains a side of the Dr. Nanami Kento that you have yet to encounter. A version of himself that would destroy his entire career for a mere taste of your skin and you would let him. You want him to do whatever it is he’s denying himself. Whatever it is he was repressing when you drooled all over his cock earlier. The thought makes your legs cross, arousal pooling between your thighs. You have got to get out of here. And maybe it’s that same arousal that has you blindly gathering your belongings, haphazardly shoving your school supplies into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder and discreetly slipping out of the room. A girlish smile adorning your face as you skip across campus, mind racing.

4:41 PM

Curiously, you peek through the cracked door of his office. Another student sits across from him, a girl. You’re silent as you observe their conversation. She laughs girlishly at something Nanami said and your heart sinks in your chest, but why? It couldn’t have been that funny. For a moment, he peers down at his watch, keen eyes soon flitting toward the door, toward you. He smiles, cock twitching in his slacks.

When his gaze eventually finds yours, you slip out of view, pressing your back to the brick wall alongside the door as you inspire a sharp breath. Their conversation quiets, replaced with the sound of scooting chairs and zipping bags. Soon, your classmate is leaving, thanking him kindly before exiting the room. Hi, she mutters in passing, a cordial nod and a tight lipped smile. You return the gesture.

“You’re early.” Nanami calls from inside.

Slowly, you peek your head into view again before fully stepping inside of the familiar room, quietly closing the door behind you. “Sorry, I really didn’t think anyone came to your office hours, genuinely.”

His shameless gaze envelops you, committing this perfect sketch of you to memory, stowing the mental snapshot away into the deepest facet of his mind, alongside the image of you slapping his cock against your tongue. God, if only brought his camera. His head falls to the right, several blonde wisps of hair following. It’s hardly a joke, but he challenges you. “Why? Because it’s English?”

You shrug indifferently. “I just don’t really think the material is that challenging.”

“Well, not everyone is as gifted as yourself, you do realize that?” He reminds. “You’re a real intelligent girl, beyond your years… far too smart for this place, anyway.”

You’re used to this, his sweet and genuine words of praise. You don’t ever seem to mind when he pulls you aside after class to commend you for being such an exemplary student. Strangely, it feels different this time. An audible breath parts your lips at his words. His timbre, honeyed voice is narcotic. Your gaze falls to the tiled floor as you thank him quietly, mindlessly picking your nails to avoid his lingering stare.

An idle grin mars his lips, long, gaunt legs deliciously sprawled apart. Those damned tan slacks hug the muscle of his thighs just how they’re meant to; that fat, unmistakable bulge resting so heavily between them, waiting. The cerulean fabric of his dress shirt is neatly tucked beneath his waistband, speckled tie already hanging low from his neck. He pats his lap invitingly and with a soft jerk of his head, he’s waving you over and you don’t hesitate.

“You went all shy on me, what happened to my eager girl?” He frowns, pulling you onto his lap.

A sweet, timid laugh parts your lips and his cock swells. You’re so pretty to him. Maybe even the prettiest girl on campus if it were up to him anyway. He’s leaning back in his large, swiveling chair as you clamber to situate yourself onto his lap. You inspire a nervous, shuddered breath, the fresh linen of his pressed, button up shirt dizzying. He always smells so clean. That imperious gaze of his is falling to the cleavage that spills out the confines of your quarter zip jacket, the university’s emblem on the right side of your chest.

“I can’t stop thinkin’ about you…” you finally whisper, pretty eyes flitting to his, “think I’m going crazy.”

Nanami only laughs, pushing his gold, wired glasses further up the bridge of his nose. His embrace is so warm and alluring that you could just kiss him, he would let you. He would let you explore his mouth entirely if that’s what you desire. You could do anything to him. Oddly enough, this is the closest you have ever been. Earlier, you were only between his legs, never did you kiss him. A groan nearly spills past his lips as he watches your gaze descent to his mouth. He grins, those near perfect teeth gleaming. “I wouldn’t go as far as to say crazy, maybe curious?”

You hum, agreeing. Nanami doesn’t have any qualms about correcting others, especially his students. He sees no reason to tolerate nonsensical thinking regardless of the context or degree. It’s precisely why he holds such a valuable role in the community in the first place — he’s unbiased, sensible, and logical. “I still feel crazy.” You mumble anyway, knowing he’s only right.

“Guess that makes two of us then.” He smiles again, gaze falling to your subconsciously parting lips. A big, mindless hand smooths over your thigh, trailing around your waist before slyly creeping up the expanse of your back, pulling you closer. “Were you thinking about me in class?”

“Yes.” It’s hardly a whisper.

He nods before prying. “Was it something in particular? I like details, you know that. I do teach English after all.”

You hum, glossed lips twisting in thought. “About you, uh…” a long, deafening beat passes and you shrug, swallowing thickly, “about you like… fucking me and… stuff.” Your voice trails in a coy whisper and his heart swells.

Nanami too hums, that poor cock aching. “Is that what you want? Me to fuck you and stuff?”

“Yes.” It’s merely a breath against his lips and he can taste you.

“How do you want it? Show me.”

You expel an audible breath, heart sinking in your chest. Nanami urges you on, jerking his head toward his desk behind you. You swallow what feels like a brick as you nod, pushing yourself off of his lap to clamber atop of his tidied wooden desk. He watches as you shift around, merely preparing yourself for him. Slowly, you’re lying back to rest on your elbows, your sweet gaze so beautiful and shy. Your legs are then falling open embarrassingly wide before him, your clothed pussy on display, waiting.

“Like this.” You mutter and his jaw falls slack.

God, he could just devour you whole, saving absolutely nothing for anyone else, not even you. His unrelenting gaze follows your legs as they continue to sprawl wider. He can hardly help the way he’s sitting up just a bit higher in his leather chair, curiously observing how the fabric of your teensy little shorts hug your cunt, your pretty laced panties peeking from beneath. The dimmed lamp on the far side of his desk catches the gleaming, darkened patch of arousal that dampens the cotton. A shuddered breath of incredulity parts his lips, the head of his cock drooling in his briefs.

“God, is that how you want me?” He all but groans, his eyes shifting to meet yours once again. “Like that?”

You nod slightly, chest heaving. “Please.”

The very moment your desperate hand falls between your legs, impatiently pushing the fabric aside to dull the ache, Nanami loses all sense of himself. What’s left of his resolve is dragging from his gaped mouth in a deep, guttural groan as he creeps closer; the muted click! of his polished loafers against the tiled floor has your stomach caving in arousal.

“Do you know how pretty you are?” He’s between your thighs now, peering up at you from where he sits in his leather chair, rounded glasses slowly slipping down the bridge of his nose. “Christ and these… shorts? Why are you doing this to me?”

His long, nimble fingers are undoing the small bow at the top of your shorts, two big hands soon tugging at your waistband. Deliriously, your head is craning back, a sweet, shuddered whimper escaping your mouth. The warmth of his breath as it fans your inner thigh is like kindle to a rampant flame, but it’s the slow, wet trail of his lips that burns, irrevocably marking you as his. Your hips buck desperately, chasing his fleeting lips and he can’t help but huff out a low, breathy laugh.

“I know.” He hums, placing a warm, sloppy kiss to the outside of your dampened panties. “I know, I know, I know. Just let me have this… let me taste you.” His tongue is hot against your cunt, mindlessly licking you through the sheer, flimsy fabric.

The prettiest whimper falls from your lips, ringing against his perked ears so deliciously. You sound utterly perfect — so raw and shameless and slutty, just as he had imagined. Nanami can’t help the desperate hand that’s creeping down to fully squeeze his painful erection, swollen balls aching. Arousal drools against the cotton of his briefs, dampening through his uncomfortably tightening slacks. He is so hard that it hurts. That poor, needy cock just throbs over and over and over again, wordlessly begging for something, anything.

Both of you are dripping. Warm, sticky arousal seeps through the sheer fabric of your panties, the saliva from his sloppy kisses furthering the mess. Kiss after agonizing kiss renders you breathless, trembling hips bucking so whorishly against his pretty face and he lets you. That sweet, desperate pussy smearing against his chin, his lips, his nose. Nanami doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he’s inhaling deeply, committing the sweet smell of your arousal to memory.

With a gruff, impatient groan, your soiled panties are being tugged down, down, down and pocketed. Nanami shoves the flimsy undergarment into the back of his slacks, the prolific arousal that adorns them bleeding through the tan fabric. Before you can harness a breath or a coherent thought, two greedy hands are prying you open, that pretty pussy so warm and sloppy and all for him. He wholly moans, drool pooling against his tongue like that of a starved dog.

“Yes,” he mutters more to himself than anything, the entirety of his mouth enveloping you, “yes, god.” Saliva pools against your visibly tightening hole as he whispers into your cunt — sweet prayers of your name and inaudible utters of praise merely lost between your quivering thighs. “Such a perfect, sloppy cunt. God, I fucking knew it.” His big tongue is delving between your pretty, gleaming lips and he fucking moans.

A longgg, pleasureful moan belts from his occupied mouth, tasting you as if it’s the last meal he’ll ever have. Immediately, Nanami can feel himself slipping into a true state of drunkenness. His sloppy tongue is languidly sweeping across your clit before entirely sinking inside of you, drinking you from the source. Another moan is lost within your essence, the timbre of his voice against your quivering lips narcotic.

Your maw sags, hanging wide and desperately pleading for more, more, more, yet wanting so badly to clamp your thighs around his head because it feels too good. Two, fat thumbs are brazenly spreading your lips apart, his erratic breaths so warm against your clit that it aches. Nanami pulls away just barely, saliva pooling behind his lips. He drops his head, gaze flitting to yours before spitting directly into your cunt. He nearly cums as he observes the way his saliva dribbles from the head of your quivering clit alll the way down to your desperate, tightening hole. It’s creeping even lower, slipping between the valley of your ass before collecting in an obscene puddle beneath you, ruining the stained wood of his desk.

Nanami sits up higher in his chair, mindlessly pushing your thighs to your chest to see more of you. Each time his tongue lolls out of his mouth, he rasps a hungry breath, jaw nearly unhinging to fully mouth your cunt. Curiously, both his middle and ring finger are sinking inside of you with an obscene squelch! prying your mouth open in a loud, helpless wail of pleasure. His long, manicured digits stuff you full, your slick walls clamping down around them, wordlessly begging for more.

“God.” It’s a sweet, incredulous gasp, pretty hips rolling to meet his face. “Oh god. It’s s— sooo good… your mouth feels s’good, fuuuck!”

Desperately, he squeezes his cock again, the prettiest groan spilling against your pussy. As his slick lips are wrapping around your swollen clit to suck noisily, his fingers are delving deeper and deeper, furling upward each time he sinks back inside. The soft pads of the curious digits brush against your tensing walls so many times that your mouth sags in a long, sweet cry of rapture. A warm, tender kiss to the head of your clit forces your legs to tighten around his head, but it’s fine because Nanami is absentmindedly prying them back apart as if it’s second nature.

With a flattened tongue, he’s licking up, up, up from your pretty, leaking hole toward the head of your clit. He does it again, and again, and again, breathing harder against you each time. His inebriated breaths are so hot against your clit that it renders you brainless. Nanami is obnoxiously loud too, groaning unabashedly against your cunt, muttering a slew of drunken babbles, reckless praises, and unintelligible pleas.

To be such a civil, well mannered man, one of reticent emotions who wears his stoicism like a medallion, Nanami has fucking lost himself completely. Reduced to nothing but an utter mess between your trembling thighs. He’s not there, not really, but rather lost in the endless abyss of pleasure that is you. He can no longer hear nor see anymore. Blood roars behind his ears, all he can make sense of is the feeling of your slobbering hole fluttering against his tongue and fingers.

He wholly drools against your pussy, greedily chasing his own saliva before it can drip against the wood beneath you, but only to spit it right back onto your clit, repeating the cruel cycle all over again. The helpless gasp that parts your lips is peerless. Nanami’s eyes flit up briefly, observing the way you writhe against his tongue, hips suspended into the air as you buck so sluttily, hands clamped over your mouth.

“You are so… sooo fucking pretty, such a pretty girl.” A heavy thumb is pressed firm against your clit. Steady, monotonous circles tracing over and over and over and — “What are you doing to me? Turnin’ me into such a… whore.” He slurs between long, purposeful drags of his tongue. “And those fucking videos, god.”

“I’m s— sorry.” You whine, head lolling back deliriously to dangle beyond his desk. “Fuck, I didn’t… I didn’t mean to send them!”

Peering up from between your thighs, glasses fogged, Nanami cracks a slow, drunken smile, the lower half of his face glistening. “Yes, you did.” Is all he whispers, a deep, breathy chuckle ensuing, aerating against your cunt. “You meant to and that’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Of course it’s okay and it’s only because Nanami was half tempted to send you a file in return — an obscenely lengthy video of him fucking his hand so desperately, your pretty name tumbling from his raptured tongue like a prayer. His bare, slutty hips jerking to meet his closed fist with every subsequent stroke, long, white rivulets of cum spilling down his sticky fingers. The video still sits in his photo album, waiting.

“Mmmh fuck!” Your stomach caves, so much of your arousal swirling throughout your body that you can hardly help the hands that are grasping for the back of his head, threading throughout his mussed hair as you greedily tug him closer. “Fuuuck, oh my god I… m’gonna cum!” Again and again and again your hips rut against his face, that swollen, twitching clit brushing across the tip of his nose each time. 

He pants against your drooling cunt, begging. “Please cum for me,” his vacant hand paws at the thick of your hip, pulling you impossibly closer, his warm, eager tongue gliding between your glossy lips, “pleasepleaseplease cum for me… on my tongue.” He whines between noisy laps and slurps of your arousal.

Not a single, seraphic inch of your cunt is left untouched. Nanami’s tongue is relentless, completely consuming your pussy and everything she has to offer. His warm tongue is sliding up the length of your lips, his erratic breaths hot and loud against the juncture where your thigh and pussy meet; it’s licking up the expanse of your plush, inner thigh, a glistening trail of saliva left in his wake; it’s even sinking back inside of you, urging you on.

“Come on, pretty girl.” He encourages, peering above the frames of his condensed glasses as he thumbs your clit. “Cum for me… allll over my tongue and I’ll fuck you however you want… however this pretty little pussy wants. I swear to god.”

His unrelenting gaze swallows you whole, observing the slow, depraved arch of your back; how your breasts press against the thick, tangible air; the obscene buck of your hips as you chase your impending orgasm. God, even the discernible hitch in your breath that interrupts the sweet cries of his name as you cum all over his face makes his stomach churn. A vacant hand is creeping down to squeeze the length of his cock yet again, his desperate moans lost in your bountiful release.

You possess half the brain to register just how much you actually came until Nanami is eventually willing himself away with a deep gasp of air, face gleaming. A slow, woozy smirk pries his lips apart, teeth bared, his rounded glasses crooked and wet. His eyes linger on yours as he drops his head again, pushing up the hem of your jacket to plant kiss after tender kiss against the perspiring skin of your heaving stomach.

Like a sunflower growing toward the warmth of the sun, your body coils into his touch, back arching up and off of his wooden desk, mouth gaping as you whine. His warm, affectionate kisses creep higher and higher, a long, wet trail left in his wake. His lips are grazing along the curve of your chin, deliberately inching toward your parted lips. A contemporary, breathless moan drags from both your mouths as he finally tastes you, your saccharine essence heavy on his breath.

“Come home with me.” It’s whispered against your lips, his big hands cupping your face. “I don’t want to fuck you like this… not here. You deserve better than that.” Just barely, he’s pulling away, his softened gaze searching for yours. “Come home with me, please.”

You nod, biting back your eagerness with a smile. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He repeats, grinning. “Let’s get you cleaned up then.”

fushiguho

part 3 is on the horizon, don't you worry!

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Doudou Jeng, New Millennium Image Hunters, Brikama, 2000

[yuki-world]

那维莱特 | NEUVILLETTE ; TEACH

summary | you're just so sexually inexperienced, surely neuvillette, someone who has lived for millenniums, could teach you a thing or two about pleasuring someone?

tags | nsfw (smut), fem!reader, slight corruption, first-time blowjob, throat bulge, face-fucking, cum swallowing, praise kink, mentions of virginity, 1.9k words

a/n : you have no idea how down bad i am. pt 2 here —> learn

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neuvillette is not amused.

he’s always open to sharing his knowledge with others; in fact, he has been teaching you a plethora of things, more than you could’ve imagined. you admired neuvillette, he knew that very well. experience was definitely something he didn’t lack.

but some things… aren’t meant to be shared, especially not whatever you were asking for.

“its not that big of a deal,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “you said you would teach me anything.”

“please, it's unwise to joke about things like that,” neuvillette says. he looks at you for any hints of a smile, a giggle, anything to indicate that you were joking. he sees nothingー just you with your head slightly tilted, waiting patiently for his answer. quite cute, he must admit.

look, he understands that you are a curious person; you’re always up for expanding your knowledge. but isn’t this… a little too much? asking him to teach you how to give a blowjob? it's not like he didn’t have experience with… that. but this topic wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he said you could ask him anything.

but neuvillette has a soft spot for you; he’s come to grow fond of you. what started from him finding it annoying how you pester him on the daily, to him looking forward to seeing you as an escape from his work. you’re like a breath of fresh air. he has no obligation to, but he feels like it's his job to guide and protect you.

the room fills with silence, and you attempt to draw an answer out of him again. he’ll probably give in, you think. after all, he does have a soft spot for you. “oh, but i’m not joking,” you rebutted. “why won’t you teach me?” you try again, hoping your question would be answered.

its silent yet again, the lack of response making you click your tongue. its hard to figure out how he’s feeling, because the look on his face tells you nothing. that’s when you thought you could tease him a little to get a reaction out of him, if that would even work.

“how disappointing. i suppose i’ll just have to ask someone else, maybe wriothesley? i’m sure he’ll be happy to teach me.”

the mention of another man’s name has his attention back onto you immediately. sure, he’s hesitant on teaching you about pleasuring someone. but no way is he going to let you ask someone else about this; he won’t allow it. won’t even consider it. the image of you sucking another man off has him furrowing his eyebrows.

“what do you think? or maybe i should askー”

“i think that’s enough, y/n.”

at this point, you think you might’ve actually made him angry. he’s never sounded this strict with you before, it almost sounds like he’s about to give you a whole lecture on why you shouldn’t be asking for these types of things. but he doesn’t.

it’s such a dirty act, it feels terribly wrong, but he simply couldn’t deprive you of such knowledge. if something like this piques your curiosity, then he will go along with it to satisfy you.

neuvillette clears his throat, composing himself. “i will only teach you onceー once and we won’t speak about this again. does that sound alright?”

he sees your face light up in an instant, nodding eagerly. “thank you, neuvillette! i will be forever grateful!” you exclaim, and he feels his cock twitch in his pants. fuck, he thinks. you’re going to be the death of him.

“kneel for me,” he asks of you, and you lower yourself obediently. you’re directly facing his crotch, and embarrassment creeps onto you. you shy away from the image in front of you, nervously playing with your fingers. your face is flushed red no matter how hard you try to hide it.

he notices immediately, hand reaching to stroke your hair, intending to provide some sort of comfort and reassurance. “are you nervous?” he questions, and you nod slowly.

“oh, love. don’t be nervous. i’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

your heart jumps at the pet name, eyes widening. that felt way too good to hear. you don’t ask if he called you that by mistake, partially because you were too eager to proceed, but also because you didn’t want him to correct himselfー if it was even a mistake at all. “please do, neuvillette,” you urge.

he finally releases his cock from the confines of his pants, hard and erect as it lightly slaps your cheek when he pulls it out.

you almost start drooling at his length. it was so large, so long, so thick. you haven’t even put it in your mouth and you’re already starting to think about how it would feel inside you. the pink tip leaks pearly drops of pre-cum. your hands reach up to his cock immediately, and he hisses.

“eager now, are we?” he teases, while you’re still in awe over his impressive size. he silently chuckles at how you admire his length, almost like you just found treasure. “have you ever seen a cock, y/n?”

you’ve… seen a few. not in real life though, and definitely none similar to his size. it's different, in a good way, seeing it up-close. it’s even more special because it's neuvillette. “not in real lifeー not like this, no.”

“i see,” he says, exhaling as he pulls your hand off, giving himself a couple of pumps. were you really that pure? it makes him so hard.

“are you ready? listen very carefully, yes?” he guides his cock onto your lips, tapping a few times. “take it in slowly, and ensure your teeth don’t touch,” he tells you.

he taps his cock on your lips again, and you open your mouth again without any hesitation. he guides his cock into your mouth inch by inch, and you taste his pre-cum on your tongue immediately. a tad bit salty, but you can take it.

“y/nー oh…” he sighs in pleasure as he feels your mouth wrap around his cock-head. he was in heavenー your mouth was so warm and wet, he could barely control himself from fucking into your face. he should be the one composed, he should be the one staying calm, he’s the one teaching you for fuck’s sake; yet he’s the one struggling as you start taking his cock further into your mouth.

“just like that, a little moreー mmh… thats it,” his breath hitches when he feels the tip hit the back of your throat. he was so deep in, but he wanted to just thrust it in further. you took it so well, he thinks. not even gagging like he expected you to, and no teeth just like he told you to. how obedient.

you adjusted your mouth on his cock as your drool started dripping down onto your lap. your hand reaches up to stroke what you couldn’t take in, and it elicits a gasp from him. he doesn’t instruct you to, but you start moving on your own as if you’ve done it before.

you drench his cock with your saliva as you suck him off, your hands holding his thighs for support.

“such a good girl, y/n. you take my cock so wellー don’t even need to teach you,” he praises and you hum around him as a form of thanks. you take that as motivation as you suck faster, occasionally swirling your tongue on the tip. you tongue his slit, licking up every drop of pre-cum that leaks.

he throws his head back when you take him particularly deep in your throat, and he almost couldn’t take it anymore. he stops you, pulling you off his cock. copious amounts of saliva drip out, a string of saliva connecting his cock to your mouth.

this was a sight he could only ever see in his dreams. your lips swollen, cheeks flushed red, your eyes tearyー god, he loves you, he really loves you. he thinks you look absolutely beautiful even with your face covered in your own spit. this does it for him.

“stay put, and let me fuck your face, alright? can you handle it, love?” there it was again, calling you ‘love’. you’re smitten, you’d do anything after hearing him call you that. “iー i can handle it.”

neuvillette smiles, wiping off some of the drool on your face before he slides his cock inside your mouth again. “as expected of my good girl.”

his hands hold the sides of your head for stability, slowly thrusting into your mouth to test the waters. when he’s sure you’re okay, he starts fucking into your face, making sure you feel every inch of his cock down your throat.

he can’t stopー he’s addicted. truth be told, he’s been deprived of sexual pleasure for so long, it felt like heaven. you took him so deep with no complaints, you deserve so much more for being so good to him. he can’t stop thrusting into your mouthー it feels like he was fucking a pussy.

and then thoughts of fucking you invade his mind. if you’ve never given a blowjob before, surely that would mean you’ve never had sex, which makes you a virgin. fuck, he wants to take you so bad. you’d be so tight, so warm, so sweet. would you like to know about sex too, then? would you let him take you?

he’s brought back to reality as your hand grips his thighs, signaling for him to stop. he thinks he might’ve hurt you, but you continue to your administrations. he’s so close, he feels his climax approaching, but he needs slightly more.

“give me your hand,” he requests, and you raise your hand up. he takes it gently, guiding it his balls as he squeezes them. “yeahー ah, keep doing that.”

what a fast learner you are. you massage his balls as you continuing to deep-throat him. the grip on your hair was getting tighter, louder groans coming out from him. “you’re going to make me cum, love. god, i’m so close.”

he breaks when you take him in so deep, he sees a bulge in your throat. it was his last straw. “ohー fuuuck…” he thrusts into you as he blows his load straight down your throat. you didn’t even have time to taste him or even react, widening your eyes as he throws his head back.

he pants, pulling his cock out slightly till only the tip was left in your mouth, pumping out weak spurts of cum. you swallowed it all, even going so far as to licking him clean of any remnants of cum.

neuvillette is a mess. you’re a mess. he’s so far gone, he still feels the effects of his climax. he pulls you off his cock, helping you up before tucking himself back in his pants.

“are you alright, y/n? are you hurt? my apologies, i should have asked for your permission,” he caresses your cheek, referring to how he came in your mouth. you shook your head. “it’s fineー i… liked it.”

“oh? how naughty,” he scolds, smoothing your messy hair down from how he gripped it earlier. “so, was this a helpful lesson, y/n? do you know nowー how to pleasure someone?”

you nodded. “really insightful. thank you, neuvillette. but…”

“but?”

“maybe... you can teach me what an orgasm feels like next?”

“i see. i will gladly indulge.”

ー @yuki-world