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[finniestoncrane]

Sniper x Fem!Reader, word count: 700 basically, there's a piece of art i saw by lukewarmflukes (which i can't find the original of on a reputable site) of sniper fucking his fleshlight and saying "please, please, please" and that thought has not left my mind for almost a month so have this so i can be FREE of that particular demon and it's very self-indulgent because i want him to want a big girl thanks, reader doesn't really feature but is reference to❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: masturbation, fantasising, begging, whining

It was almost ritualistic, the way he waited until the dead of night, happy to lose some sleep for the sake of having an undisturbed moment of pleasure. A fair trade, he reasoned. Peace, quiet, isolation, all affording him the experience of feeling a release he was always so desperate for.

But despite it being a routine, there was always the little surge of excitement when he reached under his bed and produced his stealthily purchased toy, removing the fleshlight from it's box and giving it a quick, hazardous wipe down before setting it down on the desk.

Then there were the pillows, a necessity if he was going to be able to indulge in the fantasy, to pretend you were there with him, available for him to use for his own filthy needs. One on either side, the felshlight propped between them, kept still as he pushed the pillows together. He'd never touched you, he wished he had, but he imagined this was as close as he could get to recreating a synthetic you. The pillows could be your thick thighs, your plump rear, your stomach, your breasts, whatever big, soft part of you he wanted to grab at as he fucked what he pretended was your wet, waiting cunt.

A quick squirt of lube, his large hands stroking down the length of his throbbing cock as he spread it around, slicking himself up, ready to enter the soft, textured insides of the toy. Not as good as the real thing would be, he imagined, as he slipped the tip in with a sharp inhale. But it was good enough until he could work out how to actually have you.

With precision, cool, calm and collected as always, he rolled his hips into a steady pace, letting the walls of the toy cling to his cock, stroking it as he began to fuck it.

He was well beyond his hands now. That fantasy had served him long enough. His fingers circling round his length, palm pressed hard to the shaft, pumping his fist and pretending it was you. Imagining you beside him, whispering sweet and kind words into his ear as you delighted in masturbating him, feeling his cock throbbing against your hand as you coaxed an orgasm from him.

It worked, for the longest time. But he needed more. Something different.

Actually, what he needed was you. The toy was the next best thing.

How kind would you be to him? How welcoming? He pictured you, teasing him at first, your legs pressed together as you hid your arousal from him. He lost focus for a moment, knocking himself off balance as he imagined you spreading them apart, opening yourself up to him, pulling at the collar of his shirt to bring him closer to you.

Would he stretch you a little? Would you be the perfect fit together? Would you whine and moan for him, like he was now, the realisation of which had him suddenly quieten so as not to arouse suspicion from anyone who happened to be passing his room.

As he withdrew his cock slowly, inserting it again as his eyes rolled back, he let his thumb fall over the black casing onto the synthetic skin, tapping it against the simulated clitoris. If he had you right there, laying in front of him, his cock buried deep inside of you, he'd still relish in making you scream, or giggle, or whatever sound you might make if he paid any attention to that sensitive bud.

There was a soft thud as he gripped one of the pillows with his free hand, the other still clutching the toy, holding it against the desk as he became more frantic in his movements. His hips no longer rolled gracefully, he was rutting, fucking with abandon, closing in on his orgasm.

The veins along his length throbbed, balls tensing as he felt his orgasm approaching. Maybe the real you wouldn't be as into the idea of him filling you up, but he could pretend.

"Please... please... please..."

A long groan pushed over his parted lips, wavering as he shuddered in ecstasy, unbalanced swaying as he felt his release filling the toy, coating his own head with his cum.

Maybe you were dirty enough to let him paint your insides. He'd find out eventually.

[ghostlychief]

in my head

Here's the thing: you’re in love with a version of a person that you've created in your head, that you are trying to but cannot fix. The only person you can fix is yourself. This has gone on way too long…enough is enough.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader; fwb; unrequited love

warnings: NSFW; SMUT; MINORS DNI; fingering, missionary; creampie; angst if you squint; fluff if you squint

wc: ~2500

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Ghost is peppering kisses across your body as he makes his way down to between your legs. You’re currently sprawled on your bed, anticipating his next move while you stare up at the ceiling. It’s Saturday, so it wasn’t unusual that he was over at your place. Although this time, your heart feels a little heavier. You try to push it away though.

You hear the pitter-patter of the rain that seems to be in rhythm with Ghost's kisses on your soft skin. Cold rainy days are your favorite, you've decided. There's something so calming about being able to hear the raindrops land around you, almost like they're cocooning you in their own little bubble, but that bubble pops when Ghost takes purchase in between your thighs. A place you've recently only reserved for him. He just passed your collar bones, but not before leaving marks on your neck, indicating who you were with, who you've been with and is now making his way down your chest. His soft lips enclose around your nipple, sucking until it leaves the bud hardened and then he moves to your other breast, repeating the action.

You’re glad you can still hear it outside your window.

You turn your attention back to Ghost, who has now started to sprinkle sweet kisses, too sweet for his true intentions, on your inner thighs. “Simon,” you whine. “Don’t tease me.” He looks up at you and smirks when he sees the pout on your lips. “You’re good baby, I got you. Don’t worry.” And with that he’s back to kissing your legs while his hands start massaging you, getting closer and closer to your center. You squirm a little when his fingers finally find your slit. He runs two of his long fingers up and down your folds, collecting the wetness that has already formed there. You see him bring his coated fingers up to you. “Taste for me,” he breathes. And without any hesitation, you suck on his fingers, tasting yourself, making sure to look at Ghost while you lick on his fingers. He watches you with fire in his eyes as you suck, loving the way you're peeking at him through your long eyelashes.

“Mhm good girl.” His statement makes your face warm even more so than it already is. He brings his hand back down to you and slowly rubs his thumb on your clit, making you let out a soft moan. You’re just about to complain that he’s back to teasing you when he swiftly enters his middle finger into you. This causes you to halt the complaint that almost comes tumbling out of your mouth and instead, you focus on feeling his deft finger inside you. You let out another soft moan accompanied by a faint ask for more. Your hand travels down your body until it reaches Ghost’s wrist. You wrap your small hand around his wrist, almost as if you are helping him guide his finger in and out of you. At this, Ghost enters his ring finger into you, now stretching you out with two of his large fingers. Your hand still rests on his wrist, but the faster he moves his fingers inside you, the more your grip starts to loosen up. Your other hand rests on his bicep, occasionally squeezing the muscle as he repeatedly moves his fingers in and out of your at a fast pace. Noticing that you’re getting close, Ghost adds a third finger and starts to rub his thumb on your clit in soft circular motions that make you moan his name. The soft motion of his thumb partnered with the fast and brutal pace of his fingers makes your pleasure grow and grow, drawing you nearer to the tipping off point.

“That’s it baby, I want you to come all around my fingers.” Your hips buck up into his hand and you feel yourself reach the start of your high. His fingers are still working quickly inside you while his thumb rubs on your clit. You look down your stomach at Ghost in between your legs and the sight alone tips you over, the feeling of your orgasm washing over you. He lets your ride it out on his fingers and he coaxes you all the way through it, just as he always does. “That’s it baby, good girl.”

Ghost makes his way back up your body, leaving kisses on your legs and stomach. He then leans down to kiss your lips, his hands on either side of your head. You revel in his kiss, it’s something rare.

You help Ghost take off his briefs, so now you are both fully naked. You run your hands up his torso, feeling his flexed abs. Then your hands find their way up to cup his jaw. He’s still kissing you, almost like you are important to him. Like you’re enough, giving you a false sense of hope. You wrap your legs around his thick torso, pulling him closer to you. You feel his dick brush up against your center and you can’t wait any longer for him.

You grasp him, pumping your hand up and down a few times, and spread the precum all over his engorged tip, getting him ready. You start to guide him to you, your walls already clenching around nothing, anticipating the girth and length of him. Ghost breaks the kiss to look down at you guiding him inside of you. He's just at the entrance, and before he pushes into you, he rubs his tip against your folds, gathering more slick to ease the pressure of his dick entering you, ease the feeling for you. Although you're still so wet from your first orgasm, you still feel the slight sting as he slowly and gradually pushes into you.

You both let out a sigh as he fully sinks into you, eyes connecting at this very moment, gazing at each other as Ghost buries himself completely in you. Your eyes part from each other's, his gaze now focusing on your soft breasts, bringing his large hand up to cup one. He rolls his thumb across your nipple as he gives you a minute to adjust, something he knows you need when he first slips inside you, which always makes a wave of affection wash over you.

His hand comes up to grasp your hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles on it, almost as if it’s his way of saying “It’s alright.”

“Are you good?” He asks, looking down at you. You look up at him and nod. “Yeah, I’m good. You can start moving.”

At your consent for him to move, he does just that. He pulls his hips back before he pushes them back into you. He starts off with a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow. You’re surprised he’s not pounding into you relentlessly like he usually does. This time his thrusts are much more calculated, calm, like he’s got all the time in the world. The slower drag of him against your walls makes you roll your eyes back, reveling in the feeling of him. It’s only him, that’s all you can think about, all you can feel right now. You let go of the heaviness you’ve been feeling to focus on being with him now. It’s not hard,he makes you feel like you’re floating anyways.

You open your eyes, always wanting to see him. The image of Ghost rocking over you is one of your favorites, and you make sure to file it in the back of your brain so you can cherish the memory later. When you look up at him, he’s already looking down at you, which you find interesting.

You lift your hand up and run your thumb over his eyebrow piercing, something new he got done the other week. You smile softly as you trace over the piercing. He’s always wanted one, has been talking about it for years. You feel his hand that’s gripped on your hip squeeze you when your thumb glides over the cool metal on his face.

Your fingers run down his face, down his shoulders, taking in as much as you can of him. Then you run your hand down his tattooed arm, mapping the intricate details of his tattoos and running over the protruding veins due to him propping himself up. Ghost watches you as you run your hand across him. You usually aren’t as touchy with him as you are today, but he’s not complaining or pulling away. He gives you a particular harsher thrust has you moaning and clutching his arm a little harder.

“Oh, right there” you breathe. He hits that same spot again, but this time you move up the bed a little from the force of his hips. Your breasts jiggle as you shift up the bed and Ghost’s eyes are trained on your chest. He brings his tattooed hand up to up one of them, rolling his thumb over your nipple. Ghost keeps this faster rhythm, and he removes his hand from your breast to wrap it around your leg. He positions your leg so it’s resting on his shoulder, now giving him a deeper angle into you. This position allows you to feel him move even deeper inside you. His thrusts are hard, but his pace starts to slow down.

“You feel so good baby, so tight for me.” Ghost’s hips start to falter a little bit in their smooth rhythm, a telltale sign he’s close. At his words, you unconsciously clench around him, making him breathe out a silent curse. “Fuck, I’m close, Si” you whine, not noticing the nickname slip. You feel so full, so consumed by everything going on.

“Me too.” Ghost removes his hand that’s been propping your leg up and moves it down to your clit, and starts to rub slow circles on the bud, making you squirm. You bring your leg down from his shoulder to wrap it around his torso once again pulling him closer to you. You drag your hands down and up his back as his thumb continues to abuse your clit. “Fuck, you feel so good. Where do you want me to come?”

“Inside please,” you breathe out, barely able to string a sentence together. With a few more thrusts from Ghost, you feel the coil in you snap. He’s following just a hair behind you, emptying inside of you. You feel his come paint your walls as your center clenches around him, riding out your second orgasm of the night.

He collapses on top of you but is careful not to crush you completely. You’re both breathing heavy as you both come down from your highs. It’s still raining outside; you can hear the raindrops on the windowsill, which calms you.

After a few minutes of laying in your room listening to the rain, Ghost peels himself off you and gets up from the bed. He finds his boxers and then makes his way to the bathroom. You sit up momentarily to watch him go but fall back against your bed when you realize he’s not leaving.

You look like a starfish splayed out on your bed, thoughts running wild. You’re so lost in them that you don’t notice Ghost has returned with a warm washcloth in his hands. You only fully notice his presence when he delicately starts wiping your sensitive center. His first few strokes making you writhe due to over-sensitivity. His hand rests tenderly on your knee, thumb stroking back and forth as he wipes you clean.

“Thank you,” you say softly, looking up at him bent over you. He smiles at you and gives you a small peck on the inside of your knee before he gets up to throw the washcloth in your hamper.

He picks up his t-shirt that was thrown on the floor a while ago and stretches his hand out to you. “Here, I know you like wearing my clothes.”

 “Only if they’re clean Riley, only if they’re clean.” You give him an amused look but take his shirt anyways.

“I’m going to grab some water; do you want anything?”

He gets back on the bed, sitting down and replies “no,” so you make your way out to the kitchen. You decide to get Ghost a water too, knowing that he would appreciate it even though he said he didn’t he want one. You knew the minute you got back with your glass, he was going to drink most, if not all of it. You return to your room and set the glasses down on your nightstand.

“Scoot, Riley.” He acquiesces but pays no mind to you as you climb into bed, since he’s looking at his phone. You sit next to him, your thighs brushing up against one another’s, and turn on the TV. He sets his phone down and turns his attention to the TV and subsequently you.

“Anything in particular you want to watch? How long are you staying over by the way?” you ask, with slight hesitation permeating your voice. You don’t want him to leave. He looks over at you, the glow of the TV illuminating his big eyes.

“I don’t have anything for the rest of the day. I was thinking we could hang out, and maybe get food later.”

“Oh, ok” you quietly say. You’re surprised honestly. In all your years of knowing him, the guy seemed to have plans every other day of the week, and Saturday was no exception.

“Yeah,” he says as he lightly nudges his shoulder with yours. “It’s the perfect rainy day to stay in and do nothing.”

“You’re right,” you agree as you smile up at him.

“Now c’mere.” He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

You both fall back into your pillows, bundled up in your sheets and blankets. You hear the rain start to pick up as you choose a movie to watch, the dark clouds making it seem much later than it actually is. You snuggle further into Ghost, and he tightens his hold on you. You sigh, and finally feel relaxed. The past week was stressful, so you welcomed the weekend and Ghost with open arms.

You’re only about an hour into the movie and before you know it, you feel your eyes start to close, sleep overtaking you. You fall asleep with Ghost gently rubbing your arm up and down with his hand as he continues to watch the movie, almost like he is trying to coax you to sleep, knowing that you had an exhausting week. You swear you also feel him kiss the top of your head, but you aren’t certain, since sleep overtakes you, carrying you into dreamland.

--

When you wake up, your room is dark, and the TV is still on. However, you miss the warmth that Ghost’s body usually brings. That’s when you realize he’s not in bed with you, like he was when you fell asleep. You sit up and check your phone. You see that it’s 10:30pm. On your screen you also see a notification from Ghost.

Riley 9:36pm: hey y/n, sorry something came up, so I had to leave earlier than expected. I left you some take out in your fridge though, so enjoy. Talk to you later.

You see another text from him.

Riley 9:38pm: and don’t worry, I made sure to lock your door

You sigh at his text, not surprised at all he didn’t stay. You fall back onto your pillows and turn off the TV. The rain continues to pour down outside, bringing you that familiar solace, which eventually allows you to fall back asleep.

[nova-amor]

༘☁︎⋆ ◜ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ◞

it had been weeks since you had a moment alone with your husband, rarely ever seeing each other due to your conflicting schedules. even while living in the same apartment, your schedule and miguel's often overlapped, preventing either of you from at least acknowledging each other's presence in between missions.

one evening though, whether it be by fate or the divine intervention of miguel's artificial intelligence assistant, L.Y.L.A., the two of you were finally able to catch up during a much-needed date night. the date night had gone swimmingly with your evening starting at your favorite latin restaurant for a nice dinner before ending with the two of you back at home— a bottle or two of your favorite red wine split between you.

you were tangled up in miguel's arms, held tightly against his bare chiseled chest, his skin warm and soft beneath your fingertips. his lips had captured yours in a mind-dizzying kiss, tongues sliding and swirling around one another as he fondled the underside of your ass cheeks. you could taste the wine on his lips, intoxicated by the flavor of the wine and his familiar taste. one of his hands trailed beneath your blouse, your back arching into a crescent as he traced the length of your spine.

"let's take this off," miguel murmured against your lips, slipping the shirt off of you. the cold air nipped at your exposed skin, nipples hardening from both the cold and his attentive touch as miguel unclasped your bra. "my god, you're gorgeous... i'll never get tired of seeing you like this, mi amor."

his scarlet eyes were glazed with a layer of lust and devotion, large hands pawing at your breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers as his warm breath fanned over your lips. you rolled your hips atop miguel's, your skirt bunched up to your waist, the crotch of your panties soaked thoroughly with arousal. your cunt rubbed against miguel's erection through the layers of fabric between you.

"cariño," miguel purred, his lips latched to the hinge of your jaw, strong hands grasping at your hips in an attempt to aid your languid movement. "i missed you so much, you have no idea."

your hips began to stutter above him, the tent in miguel's pants catching onto the hood of your clit, the pleasurable sensation making your toes curl with each roll of your hips. "miguel," you purred, fingers laced into his thick, inky hair while your other hand found purchase atop his muscular shoulder. "missed you more... thought of you every day... needed you so bad, miggy."

"what do you need, cariño? dime, quiero escucharlo." miguel whispered, his voice low, thick, and sultry. he leaned his head back to rest against the cushions of the couch, shifting the dominating reins to you, allowing you to take control over the next sequences of events.

"need you, miggy," you cooed, combing the fringe of his hair back. miguel smirked up at you, a wet spot forming on the front of his pants from your arousal and his leaking pre-cum. "needed your kisses... needed t' feel your hands all over me... needed t' feel your cock stretch me out."

"mierda, cariño, such a dirty little mouth," miguel hissed through his teeth, fangs poking at his plump bottom lip. he loved it whenever you expressed your desires, the filthy words rolling off your tongue like drops of honey. "why don't you show me how much you've missed me, huh? wanna feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock."

with a teasing smirk, you slipped down miguel's lap, kneeling between his thighs. your hands massaged his inner thighs as the hiss of his zipper filled the air, his hips bucking up momentarily to shuffle his pants down, his boxer briefs following close by. you licked your lips, watching in anticipation as he peeled back the elastic band of his underwear.

"you're so beautiful... missed your cock so much," you praised, eyes locked on the sight of his erect cock. the cinnamon-colored head glistened with thick sheens of pre-cum, the veins of his cock throbbing in the soft palm of your hand, your fingers barely able to curl around his width. "might need you t' retrain my throat, miggy, 's been too long,"

miguel chuckled, watching with greedy eyes as your lips wrapped around the head of his cock— cheeks hollowing as you sucked hard, the tip of your tongue lapping at the oozing slit, hands squeezing and pumping at the inches you couldn't reach.

"don't worry about that, cariño," miguel placed his hand on the top of your head, guiding your head down, easing into your mouth centimeter by centimeter until your throat was constricting and gagging around him. tears brimmed at the edges of your eyes, head bobbing up and down his length with his guidance, your jaw and throat straining to accommodate him. "well, would you look at that... ya didn't need a reminder after all, huh?"

[meabh-mcinness]

I would like to ask since you're one of the few suppliers of good balam content I've seen. How big do you think balams breeding kink is?

First off, thanks for the complement!

Second off, the answer is just yes. This man’s breeding kink is so big. Literally, unless I meet him in real life, and he tells me otherwise, you cannot convince meet that he wouldn’t live just to breed his significant other if possible. Like, Nishi has recently confirmed that he still has long phone calls with his parents in his free time. He is such a big family that I refuse to believe he wouldn't enjoy filling up his partner and watching them grow with his childe.

I can very easily picture something along the lines of this;

Dull nails clawed at the sheets underneath you, almost ripping them to the point of exposing the interconnecting branches of the nest beneath. Your knees and forearms hurt from taking not only the brunt of your weight, but also the force of the long and deep snaps of Shichirou's hips meeting yours. You would certainly be bruised, but you couldn't care less at the moment. 

"Please," you pleaded. "More... Give me more." 

The size difference between the two of you meant that he had to scrunch up considerably to be able to spoon you properly, much less utter in your ear, but he leaned over anyway. Forearms braced around you, hot breath and sharp fangs brushing your lobe as he talked to you. 

"Patience darling. You're so perfect, let me enjoy it." Another particularly drawn-out and powerful thrust had you mewling into the blankets beneath. Small hands scrambling for purchase as his strength, still held back even now, left you careening forward with every jab. 

"So wet, warm, and tight. You're just built to take me, aren't you? My little human, so deprived. I want nothing more than to sate your needs. Fill you up till life's taken in you. Leaving you heavy with my brood. " A gentle nip on the tip of your ear was followed by some shifting, one scaled hand tracing down your body, pausing briefly to circle your stomach before continuing onwards. Only stopping when it reached the sensitive bundle of nerves right above where you joined. A favored spot of his once he discovered the pleasure it brought, back before, when he was still nervous to take you in such ways. 

He could see it now though, his hands splayed in wonder over your belly swollen with his lineage. Could practically already feel the baby moving inside you as you went about building a nursery nest. Watch you putter around with ever increasingly swelling breasts, keeping a careful eye on the little ones already born as they played. After all, he couldn't settle for just one babe. 

 Would your human side win out and produce live young? Or would his inherent gargoyle genes prevail, and you'll be forced to contend with egg-laying? Would they look more like you or him? Or, maybe, even a perfect blend of the two of you? 

The second his clawed hand started circling your bud, you felt the ever-building taut coil in you finally snap again for the third time that night. Pleasure rushed through veins better than any drug ever could as you came with his name on your lips. The fluttering of your walls clutching at him was enough to bring him to fruition as well, snapping his hips a bit harder than he meant to. 

Gasping your name out like a prayer before turning his mouth to your shoulder. Large, sharp fangs cut through your skin like butter as he rode out his high with you. It would be impossible for you not to feel it, from the throbbing of his dick to the absolute warm flood that left his body into yours, filling you up just as he had said. 

When you both were finished and done shuttering, he finally released your shoulder from his grip, licking up the blood that started piling up, making sure to cover every last tooth mark. It had been a rather lucky discovery to find out demon saliva had the same healing properties for humans that their blood had for demons. Satisfied with his work, he carefully unfurled himself to sit back on his knees and admire his handiwork but made no move to unsheathe himself. 

You lay there dazed, still in the headspace left behind by the orgasm that left your body shivering in its afterglow. Even from this position with your back to him, your oh-so-vulnerable back that stirred something in him again, he could see the slight bulge in your lower belly that was further proof of your joining. And he couldn't help but, in his mind's eyes, see it even bigger and rounder, rather than the cylinder shape of him. 

'Well', he thought as he gently turned your body over, still sheathed so deep inside you, 'there is only one way to ensure it comes true'. Leaning over again, he tended to the other side of your neck, nipping and suckling as he made his way down your body to your breasts. Looking up briefly, he caught your eyes, filled with both apprehension and desire for what was to come. After all, the night was still young, and you-

"Aren't done yet, darling."

[multifandomthoughts]

TW: AFAB Reader, one mention of the word “girl”, unprotected sex, biting, arms being restrained

MINORS DNI

Chop. Chop. Chop.

That’s the familiar and comforting sound of your cleaver hitting your cutting board. In a isolated town, you’d expect to be a butcher with competition. But to your surprise, you’re the only one. Day after day, customers line up at your storefront, asking for various cuts of meat.

The community was so tight knit that you knew everyone’s name, and what was going on with them. It was always a pleasure to have someone come up to you for a purchase and be able to see what’s going on. Lately, according to your customers, some of the livestock had been going missing, and citizens were concerned.

Including you. You sourced your meats from the freshest farms in town. You wondered how this will affect your business when you realize that you’re out of twine for the meat. Wiping off your cleaver, you begin to walk down the street.

Clouded by your thoughts, you don’t see where you’re walking and you smash right into someone. They’re dressed very exquisitely, with what seems to be a purple silk suit and dress shoes. They stick out like a sore thumb, and you’re surprised you’ve never seen them before. Especially when your eyes drift to the large parasol they’re carrying. You shout out a “Sorry!” But they don’t seem to notice.

You shrug and visit multiple storefronts until you find the twine that you need. You return to your storefront and finish up for the day, making extra sure to tightly lock up. The next day you arrive at the storefront before the sun is up. It’s always been your routine to give yourself a little bit of extra time to open up.

You notice a figure across the road seems to be staring at you. It’s eyes meet yours, and they begin to saunter over towards you. “Is this a robbery?” Your eyes dart around to see what possibly could be used as a weapon. Scooting towards the back, you grab one of your rustier cleavers, hiding it behind your back as the shape moves closer.

Finally as you’re about to take a swing, you notice it as the person you bumped into before. Sighing, you drop your cleaver and relax. “I’m sorry I frightened you….” The stranger states. “I’m new to this town, and should have figured that arriving at the crack of dawn would definitely throw someone off.” “Who are you?” You stammer out, your voice still a bit breathy with fright. “My name is Sanji, I’m a new restaurateur in town. And just like you, I work early hours.”

You nod, listening and picking up your cleaver. “So, Sanji was it? Is there something I can do for you?” Without missing a beat, he responds. “Yes, in fact there is. I was wondering if you could package me up a few pounds of sausage and pork. I was planning on making a blood pudding to put on the menu.” You nod and then go to package the meat. Once you’re finished, you head back over to Sanji, handing over the meat with a smile. “Is there anything else I can do for you, Sanji?” You ask politely, glancing carefully at his red irises. “No, that should be it.” And with that, you wave softly and say goodbye.

This seemingly normal interaction would become a daily occurrence for you, and you started to grow fond of Sanji’s company. He even invited you to his restaurant to try some of his dishes, particularly his blood pudding. You thought it was strange tasting, but you chalked it up to the fact that you had never tried it before.

Something about him was a little off, which you weren’t able to put your finger on. Nevertheless, you became closer and closer with him, even beginning a budding relationship. Eventually, you two would begin to go on dates. You had a bunch in common with your professions, and from that, a certain closeness blossomed.

The day he invited you over to his place, you were a bit nervous. Sure, you had gotten to know each other very well, and had even shared a kiss. But this was a whole step forward in your relationship. You arrive at his doorstep, a bit tired from work. You never understood why he was mainly around at either dawn or dusk, but you sure as hell weren’t going to ask now. Knocking on the door, you rock on the balls of your feet, waiting for him to let you enter his humble abode.

Stepping inside, your eyes immediately wander to the walls. They’re covered in intricate wallpaper, and upon the paper lies a myriad of framed art. A bunch of which, is quite erotic. “I see you staring, would you like a tour of the house?” Your heart skips a beat, and you nod. He takes your hand and leads you around his house.

You’re quite surprised how much beautiful art he has in his house, some is immediately recognizable, while some is not. Going through the kitchen, you lay your eyes on many intricate utensils, dishes and machines. You have never seen such innovation before, and as much as you want to stop and stare, you are quickly tugged to the next room.

Eventually, you’re led to the bedroom, the final stop of the tour. You can feel your heart pounding in your throat. The thought of intimacy swirls in your head, and you’re excited. Sanji sits you down on the edge of the bed as he sits right beside you. “So….I believe you have an idea of why I brought you here.” Sanji pauses a moment, clearing his throat before he continues. “And I’m excited to give it to you. But there’s something I must talk to you about.” You’re a bit confused and tilt your head. What possibly could there be to talk about.”

“I must confess, I’m not entirely human. Thus why you only see me at odd hours, and why my teeth poke out of my mouth when I speak.” He could see the gears turning in your head as you finally realized what he meant. “You’re a vampire….is that why you asked me to package all that meat for you?” “Yes, that would be correct. But my darling, you don’t need to worry about me biting or sucking your blood. Unless you want that?”

“Maybe I want you to bite me….gently.” You retort. “Alright, I can do that. Now…why don’t you thrill me? You give a small chuckle and passionately kiss him, placing your hands on his stubbly chin. You can feel Sanji laugh softly as he begins to roam his hands over your body. The kiss becomes even more passionate as your tongue pokes his lips, asking for entry. You slip your tongue inside his mouth, as you moan simultaneously.

Sanji pulls away with a devious grin. “Are you sure that you’re okay with me biting you? I can’t promise that I won’t draw blood, but I can promise that I won’t drain it.” You nod enthusiastically, and Sanji’s smile seems to grow even wider.

He pulls your shirt over your head and tosses it on the ground, leaving you in your bra. With an almost maniacal laugh, he bites your shoulder, leaving a sizeable mark. “Now everyone will know who you belong to…” He teases. “Hey, that’s not fair! If you take a piece of clothing off of me, I have to do the same for you.” You retort. Sanji grunts, removing his mouth from your shoulder. “I guess you’re right, it is only fair.” With a lunge, you grab onto his shirt, pulling it over his head, almost ripping the fabric in the process. “Be more careful next time, okay? Silk is expensive…..”

You couldn’t help but stare at his muscular body, his arms the most muscular part. Being a chef probably helped him to acquire them. Your hands begin to roam over his chest and shoulders as you attack him with another kiss. You can feel him smirk again as his hands reach your ass, giving a gentle squeeze. You let out a sharp moan, loving the way you’re feeling. You can feel his hands move from your ass to your hips, and before you know it, his thumbs are running up and down your inner thighs.

Feeling a familiar heat in your body, you begin to squirm. “Oh, you’re being such a good girl….” Sanji coos. He can’t help but inch his thumbs closer and closer to your crotch. You can feel yourself getting wetter and that soon turns into you grinding against his hand. “Do you want your pants off so I can touch your sensitive flesh?” Nodding your head violently, Sanji rips the fabric off your legs.

His hands continue to rub your thighs, and as he keeps getting closer to your crotch, you gasp before he starts going further down your thigh. The teasing was fine the first couple of times, but you’re beginning to get needy. Eventually, you can’t take it anymore and yell at him to just fuck you. Hand immediately going over your mouth, you feel you’ve crossed the line.

Lucky for you, your partner clearly doesn’t think the same. Removing the final piece of fabric covering your lower half, he begins to roll his finger around your clit, as you let out a loud breathy moan. “Someone likes that….would you like it if I put my finger inside you?” You nod your head vigorously, even shaking slightly in anticipation.

“Very well then.” Sanji comments, slipping a finger inside you as you begin to grow wetter and wetter. The combination of your clit being rubbed and being penetrated by a finger causes you to cry out in pleasure. “More!” A firm nod comes from Sanji as he speeds up his thumb, pulling his index finger in and out of you.

“If he keeps this up” you think, “I’m going to come undone…” All of a sudden, Sanji stops. You pout and groan at the lack of pleasure and look up at him. Pulling out his finger, he goes up to your chest and begins to undo your bra, throwing it to the floor. He begins to bite at your chest before going back to fingering you. You squeal with delight, almost grinding against his hand as it slowly sped up.

As soon as he started, you can you feel the coil in you begin to snap, as you grind against him faster. “Ah, I’m gonna!” You shout. “Go ahead darling…” Sanji says, his voice dripping with lust. The coil in you snaps as you cry out, riding your orgasm. Taking a second to breathe, you sit back up, trying to stabilize yourself. The room begins to spin, no doubt from sitting up so quickly.

“Was that good for you darling?” You nod, taking a deep breath. You once again lunge at Sanji unbuttoning his pants. “Are you doing what I think you’re doing, darling? Not that I mind, I’m fact I welcome it.” “I wanted to return the favor….you made me feel so good…” You retort.

With his pants unbuttoned, and a swift yank, you pull both his pants and his underwear down. Despite being a vampire and having his choice of anyone, it was clear that he rarely did this. Across his face, the undead equivalent to a blush rises to his face as he put his fist to his mouth.

Looking down at him, you’re impressed with what you see. Toned and hairy legs, a happy trail, both leading to a gorgeous cock. Biting your lip, you look him in the eyes. “May I have the honor of making you feel good?” “Of course darling…”

And with that, you push Sanji down and climb over to him. Pinning his arms, he growls with delight as you sink down onto his cock. He lets out a howl of pleasure before letting out some frankly ragged words. “Feisty…I like that.” As if to turn him on even more, you begin to bounce on him at varying speeds. Feeling his arms twitch, you tighten your grip to restrain him even more.

Slowing down a little bit, you sink your teeth into his shoulder, just as he had done for you. He lets out a sound you can only describe as a giggle and a moan. You continue to bite him in more places, leaving marks that will be sure to last.

Speeding back up, you notice that he’s bucking and whining a bunch more. God, you love it when men are vocal. To elicit even more of a reaction, you sink even deeper into his cock than before, which leads you to let a loud moan.

Removing your hands from his arms, you scrape down his sides, leaving even more marks as you continue to pound him, tears of pleasure leaking from his eyes. You can feel him reaching the end of his rope as he begins to buck and thrash.

You can feel that familiar coil tightening within you, so despite the tightness starting in your legs, you go full force on his dick. “Oh god darling…I’m so close….” “It’s okay, you can cum for me…” As you bounce on him a few more times, you can visibly see his body let go. Eyes rolled back into his head, arms shaking, legs bucking…then a warm sensation between your legs as you orgasm together.

Breathing raggedly, you sit there in the glow of each other’s bodies as you lay your head on his chest. It’s a welcome respite as his chest is ice cold from being undead. Slipping his cock out, you sigh as you relax with your lover. “Darling…you did so well, you made me feel so good. I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve felt that good.” You hum in contentment, responding “You made me feel damn good too….”

“Now darling, will you stay the night? I hoped that our first time would be a good one, and that you’d stay.”

“Anything for my love.”

[ashonheavenscloud]

Taste || Han Jisung

Taste || Han Jisung for Kinktober

🔞CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT! MINORS DNI!🔞

warnings: no real sub/dom dynamic, 69 position, oral, blowjob, mature language, loads of pet names, praise, body worshipping, basically Jisung is addicted to your taste🤪

word count: 1.5K

🎧: Taste - Stray Kids (I HAD TO)

a/n: guess who got absolutely SWAMPED by uni and forgot to post this over here💀 better late than never i suppose. enjoy!

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Morning blowjobs were Jisung’s favourite. He’d told you himself, but you hadn’t needed his confirmation anyway. Just the way he was looking at you right now, gaze dark and lustful, told you enough. There was nothing your boyfriend loved more than your mouth on his dick. 

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you took him deeper, laying on your stomach on the bed while Jisung sat up against the headboard. He inhaled deeply, and his head tilted back, eyes falling shut. “Shit…”

It was almost too easy. You’d barely taken half of his cock into your mouth, and he was already falling apart.

“Fuck, baby.” Jisung hissed through his teeth as he squeezed his eyes tighter shut, hands gripping at your hair while you hollowed out your cheeks. You sucked them back in slowly, and a high pitched groan fell from Jisung’s wide open mouth.

“You treat me so well, baby, shit-”

You slowly began to bob your head, letting your tongue rake over his length and swirl around the tip before taking him back in. Every flick of your tongue over his sensitive bud made him stutter, trying to hold himself back from bucking his hips. His eyes had opened, slightly teary from the stimulation, and he hissed out praises as you set a decent pace.

“You’re adorable stuffed full with my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of you, baby.” Your head moved faster with his words, eliciting moans from him in between his sentences, as his restraint broke, his hips moving to meet you, pushing his dick farther into your mouth, hands ravishing your hair. Every groan from his lips made you unbelievably horny, his thighs taunt and flexed from control, skin red and flush. 

“Wanna… try something, baby.” Jisung whispered, and you paused to look at him, offering small kitten licks to his tip as he attempted to finish his sentence.

“I- god-” he broke off, panting, and you smiled at his reaction to your antics. Sweat coated his bare skin, and he looked godly. “I wanna taste you, baby. You’re soaked, I can tell.”

You paused your movements immediately, pulling back as you swallowed at the thought of his tongue teasing your clit, licking up your hole. Jisung chuckled at the clear desire in your expression, and gently moved you onto your side. “Wait a minute, sweetie.”

He flipped onto his other side, still facing you, but with his head positioned right before your thighs, and yours in the same spot. Your heart was pounding at the switch in position- you’d both be able to suck out each other at the same time. 

An idea came to your mind. “I bet,” you whispered, lifting your one hand to run a manicured finger over his firm cock. He inhaled deeply, hands finding purchase on your thighs. “I bet I can get you to come first.”

Jisung’s eyes immediately dropped to find yours, grinning. “Oh? Are you so sure about that?” He slid his hands between your thighs and pushed. With a gasp from you, he spread your legs so he could fit between them, nose brushing through your folds, the first touch to them of the night. You shivered, barely holding back a moan as Jisung chuckled, warm breath on your folds. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you, doll? Fuck, I can’t wait…”

And he didn’t- immediately his tongue took a long swipe along the inner side of your thigh, and your whole body tensed at the warmth and the wetness so fucking close to your entrance. He just chuckled, hot on your pussy, and began to nibble along your thighs, edging closer to where you were currently throbbing.

But- shit, you’d almost forgotten this was a game now. His teasing was deliberate- meant to make your brain fuzzy- and you needed to push back.

Without hesitation, your mouth was kissing up his shaft, and he hissed, parting momentarily from your folds to suck in a breath. But then he chuckled, and his tongue dragged through your pussy, and you were the one who couldn’t breathe. He found your clit and toyed with it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, heat immediately sweeping over your body like you’d been stuck over a burner. You shuddered, subconsciously opening your mouth wider to suck on the tip of Jisung’s length. You heard him whimper, felt the vibration from the back of his throat to your clit, and-

Fuck, what had you been thinking suggesting this? You knew neither of you had much self control, let alone the capacity to give and receive head at the same time. But feeling him lick up your core at the same time that his cock throbbed on your tongue was something you could definitely see yourself doing many more times in the future.

Jisung let out a low moan as you sunk a bit deeper, catching him in your cheek and sucking slowly. His thighs tensed, legs curling, and you grinned. “Feel good?”

But Jisung just laughed, lifting a finger to circle your entrance. “Not as fucking good as you taste.” He hummed, tongue taking a long swipe through your folds and up to where his finger was. Your brain short circuited, and you mumbled a string of curses under your breath as he started to lap around your hole, all while your core clenched desperately.

How the hell were you supposed to think straight, let alone go down on him, when he prodded you open with two fingers and slipped his tongue inside of you? The wet feeling made you shiver as he dug his face further against your pussy, nose bumping against your clit and making you whine, hissing around Jisung’s cock.

That made him stutter for a moment. “F-fuck, do that again, princess.” He moaned, switching his tongue for two fingers, stretching you out deliciously.

You groaned at the feeling, and the vibration made Jisung whimper softly, mouth kissing up your folds to find your clit again, holding the bud between his lips and gently licking it. You jerked, subtly grinding down on him, thighs squeezing around his head. All the while, you took him deeper, one hand slipping up his thigh to press him closer, the other slowly wrapping around the part of his dick you couldn’t fit. Your fingers softly scratched up and down his shaft, and Jisung’s thighs tensed, hips bucking, whining through his teeth. 

You could feel yourself dripping arousal as Jisung licked around your clit, fingers beginning to quickly pump into you. You moaned, retaliating with quick kitten licks on his tip, hands slowly moving to cup his balls and rub them. 

It was all a cycle that led to both or your inevitable undoings.

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as Jisung slowly started to fuck into your mouth, and your hips moved subconsciously all while he needily sucked at your juices. His movements were more frantic and desperate than yours; during sex, Jisung never held himself back.

“Fuck, you taste like heaven, kitten. You feel so fucking good… sucking me o-off- ohh-” He was cut off, choking on a moan as you hollowed out your cheeks, quickly pulling them back, and repeating the process. Bitter precum was leaking from his tip, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care about the taste in the pleasure of this moment, and in one determined thought: you were going to make Jisung come first.

But fuck, if you weren’t holding yourself back by a single thread. Jisung’s mouth greedily sucked up everything you gave him, finger curling just right inside of you. And his praises never ceased, all while his body curled into you, thighs resting around your head, shoulders pressed to your skin. You could feel every heave of his chest, every shudder through his legs when you teased that particular spot around his tip with your tongue.  And still, his mouth ran. 

“G-gonna come, baby? Gonna give it to me? I want every fucking last bit. Be my angel and come for me… fuck… you’re unbelievable…”

The knot was tightening in your stomach, and you bobbed your head faster, knowing you were both beginning to reach your breaking points. His hips were lazy and shaky, his words dissolving away as he sucked desperately on your clit and lapped over your folds. You could feel your own thread fraying, moans coming in heavy pants, thighs shaking. You dragged your fingernails along his shaft, and Jisung bucked, and he let out the most whiny moan, and that almost did you in right there. Heat swept over your body in heavy waves, white flashed before your eyes. But you didn’t let up, taking as much of Jisung’s cock into your mouth as possible, before pulling back with a long, slow swipe of your tongue.

And thighs clenching hard, Jisung pulled back, releasing thick ribbons of white over your chin and chest and his own thighs with a low, heavy groan.

And that image, of a completely fucked out Jisung, body shaking, sweet voice moaning your name, was the last straw.

You broke, spilling over your legs and the sheets, and Jisung’s waiting tongue. He licked up your thighs and through your folds, the slight overstimulation making you shiver and wince. After a minute he gently kissed up your hips, across your stomach, slowly sitting up and meeting your eyes.

He was panting, chest heaving, and looked completely dazed. You had a feeling you didn’t look much different. You honestly felt a little stunned by what had just happened.

After a second, Jisung grinned, running a hand through his hair to push his sweaty bangs back. “Fuck that was… you’re insane.”

You laughed, rolling onto your back. “No, I’m just the winner.” You teased, as Jisung lowered his body on top of yours, perching on his elbows so that he was in the perfect position to kiss you. It was long, and slow, and you could barely think straight when he at last pulled back, smiling lazily. He lifted an eyebrow, cheekily.

“Best two out of three?”

[geralt-of-baevia]

Call It What You Want: Chapter Four

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five | Chapter Six | Chapter Seven | Chapter Eight | Chapter Nine

pairing: nooutbreak!joel x f!ofc (Violet Fletcher)

rating: explicit, MDNI 18+

word count: 1.7k

summary: Seeking solace from a painful breakup, Violet relocates to a tranquil town, purchasing a neglected house to renovate. In her new neighborhood, she befriends Harlow, who introduces her to Joel, a gruff and seasoned contractor with a heart of gold. Despite Joel's initial grumpiness, Violet finds herself drawn to his expertise and hidden kindness.

As Violet immerses herself in home renovations alongside Joel, their dynamic begins to shift, with Joel unexpectedly opening himself up to the possibility of love. Their budding relationship faces challenges as shadows from their pasts emerge, testing their newfound connection.

warnings/tags: fluuuuuuuff. we're getting close! what a nice slow burn it is, huh? bahahaha

a/n: okay so i know that this chapter is a small tiny baby, but I promise we're getting there! this maybe could have been at the end of chapter three, but oh well :P next chapter gets juicy. also, would anyone like to be added to a tag list? let me know!

 

When I woke up the next morning, I panicked a little. I couldn’t remember right away where I was, or whose bed I was in. In the comforting warmth of the bed, I sat and tried to remember where I was. Suddenly it dawned on me, I was at Joel’s. My heart started racing in my chest. I didn’t remember much of the evening before. After they gave me pain meds at the hospital, everything was a blur of images.  

I got up slowly, cradling my arm with my hand until I was able to put my sling back on. The aching pain was starting to creep back and I could tell it was probably time for food and a pain pill. To my right was a black dresser, and without a second thought I went over and started opening the drawers, trying to find a new shirt to wear. The one I was currently wearing reeked of hospital. I’m sure the bedsheets did, too. 

Carefully I slipped back off my sling, changed my shirt and slipped it back on. I tried to be patient with myself as a simple task like this took me longer than normal. I also changed out of my shorts, finding a pair of boxer shorts to wear. If he had an issue with me wearing his clothes, he’d have to deal with it. I also realized I wasn’t wearing a bra or underwear. A fact I was trying to not think about and put to the back of my brain.  

I balled up my clothes that I had been wearing and tucked them under my good arm before venturing down the sairs. About half way down I was struck by the scent of breakfast. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until then. 

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I saw Joel sitting on a couch watching something on TV, only being able to see the back of his head. To my left was the kitchen, food still warm in their pans; two empty plates on the counter. My eyes scanned the room, taking in as much as I could. 

Joel’s place was very nice. Like, surprisingly nice. All of the walls were a robin’s egg green. Both the trim and the A frame ceiling were the same honey toned wood. Decorations were minimal, which is exactly what I expected from someone like him. 

“Good morning,” I said a little too loudly. Joel jumped at my voice, turning around in his seat. His face lit up. 

“Good morning, Violet,” he said, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Hungry and sore,” I said. I watched his eyes look me up and down, noticing that I was wearing his clothes. “Oh, I hope you don’t mind. My clothes just smelled like the hospital and I was over it.” 

“It’s fine, I never wear those anyhow,” he replied. I furrowed my brow, wondering if he meant just this pair or underwear in general. He got up and made his way over to me, holding out his hand to me. “I’ll take those and wash them for you. Then let’s eat.”

Joel started a load of laundry and then plated us up breakfast: eggs, sausage and toast. He took our plates to the living room area, setting them down on the coffee table. 

“I hope this is enough. I would have gotten more had I known I was going to have company over,” he told me. “Come sit, make yourself comfortable and I’ll get us some coffee.” 

I sat down on the black leather couch, my skin instantly sticking. I reached out and grabbed the toast off of my plate and put it in my slinged hand. With my good hand I then began to tear off the crust. I may be 30, but that didn’t mean I have to eat the worst part of bread. I tossed the useless crust back to my plate and began munching on my toast. 

I looked up as Joel came with two cups of steaming coffee. He set them down on the table next to our plates. 

“And lets not forget these,” he said, pulling a orange bottle of pills out of the breast pocket of his shirt. He placed them down with a rattle. 

“Thank you Joel, for everything.”

He smiled. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! We’ve known each other for like a week. And now in the last 24 hours you’ve saved my life, become my emergency contact, confirmed that we’re friends and then I slept in your bed,” I said before taking another bite of toast. Through a chew I added, “Which I don’t remember getting into if I’m being completely honest.”

“What do you remember to?” he asked.

“I was conscious until they gave me pain meds. After that it was cloudy. I kinda remember getting in your truck, but that’s it. Everything after that is a blank.”

He took a drink from his cup and set it back down. “Well, you fell asleep in the truck on the way back. Then we got here I carried you upstairs and put you to bed and I came down here and slept on the couch. That’s it.”

“I didn’t say anything embarrassing, did I? The last time I had pain meds like that for my appendix I said a lot of things I wish I wouldn’t have,” I said. He chuckled through a bite of food. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll admit: you did tell me I was handsome,” he confessed, blushing a little under the scruff on his cheeks. 

My cheeks followed suit, burning hot with embarrassment. 

“And then after I laid down I had to google what a ‘silver fox’ was,” he said, causing me to almost choke on my coffee. 

“I’m sorry, a what?” I asked. I prayed I hadn’t called him that. 

“You told me I was handsome and that I was a silver fox,” he said, “so you really meant it yesterday when you said you didn’t mind I was as old as I am, huh?”

My whole body was vibrating at this point. 

“Violet? Are you okay?”

I turned to look at Joel, concern on his face. 

“No- no I’m fine. I just need to have a talk with drugged me. She needs to realize I’m trying to play the long game,” I replied, my heart being rapidly in my chest. Joel reached over and put a comforting hand on my knee.

“I can assure you, we will still play the long game,” he said reassuringly. I met his gaze and smirked. 

“It’s just that I- I just got out of a really intense relationship and I-”

“Violet, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything,” he said with a warm smile, giving my knee a squeeze, “We’re going to see a lot of each other this summer so we will have plenty of time to get to know each other.”

“That’s true.”

“And honestly, it’s been a long time since I felt something - anything like this, for someone. So this is like starting over brand new.”

“You mean an old dog can learn new tricks?” I jeered. He narrowed his eyes at me, a reluctant smirk creeping up on his lips. 

“Yes, you could say somethin’ like that.”

We ate the rest of our breakfasts in comfortable silence. Joel put on some spaghetti Western as something to fill the silence. It was nice to have a foundation for whatever it was between us. It was something that was no pressure. I could do that. 

After I was finished eating Joel picked up the pill bottle and got one out for me. I held out my palm and he placed it in the center. Even just his his fingertips brushing my skin sent electricity through me.

I took my pill and chugged the rest of my coffee with it. Joel cleared the coffee table and took our breakfast things to the kitchen. I would have offered to help, but clearly I wasn’t able to. I stared blankly at the TV as the water ran and he cleaned the dishes. Slowly I could feel the pain in my shoulder going away, and sleep starting to creep over me again. 

It dawned on me that I had no idea what time it was, how long I had slept last night or even where my phone was. But honestly, part of me didn’t care. I was just in pain and wanted to sleep. When Joel came back over to the living room area, I look up at him through hooded eyes.

“That pill hittin' you?” he asked, a cheeky smile on his lips. 

I nodded lazily. “Yes, now can I go back to sleep?”

“Do you want to sleep here again, or would you prefer me to take you home?” 

I beamed at his offer. “How chivalrous of you. But no, I’d rather just sleep here and go home later if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine by me, let's get you upstairs.”

“Please, before I say something embarrassing again.”

I giggled to myself before trying to stand up, only for my knees to buckle underneath me. Thankfully Joel was close enough to catch me.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Here, let me help,” he mumbled out. I couldn’t help but close my eyes again as he moved me so that he could pick me up, cradling me in his arms. 

“I’m too heavy,” I murmured. I felt his chest rise and fall as he chuckled. 

“No you’re not Violet. This is how I got you up last night. It’s a breeze,” he assured me. 

“It’s just because you’re really strong and muscley.”

He chuckled harder. 

“Okay Vi, I think that’s enough talking for right now.” I nodded, nuzzling my face into his warm, comforting chest.

Soon enough I felt myself being laid on the bed, blankets being put over my frame. I peeked my eyes open and stopped his hand before he was able to pull it away from the comforter. 

“Thank you Joel,” I practically whispered. 

“You’re very welcome,” he said, brushing my hair out of my face. I felt his lips press against my forehead, his mustache and scruff tickling my skin. “Now get some sleep.”

[twists-and-things-betwixt]

Of Nightingales and Night Ravens: Chapter 1 - A Rumor in Night Raven College

What do you get when you cross Disney Princess Yuu with Beast Tamer Yuu, Accidental God Yuu, Magic User Yuu, NRC Cult, English is a Dead Language, English is the Language of Magic, and Disney Songs are Lost Songs?

You get Yuura Miyajima, the Nightingale of Night Raven College.

(Inspired by @pookacangetit​’s Disney Song AU)

Chapter: I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII

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Summary: Have you heard? There's a rumor in Night Raven College. (or, the Prologue)

Something is off about the Prefect.

Actually, if one were to ask the average Night Raven College student—

…as average as one can be when attending the simultaneously infamous & prestigious school "for budding villains"...

—how they would describe the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, many would answer—with the vaguest sense of thoughtful deliberation—odd.

(Though among the members of the Watch, whose numbers continue to grow each day, the more derisive descriptors have fallen out of favor, if only to avoid the displeasure of either the Prefect themself or their frightfully protective Inner Circle.

(It should be noted, however, that the first and only person to ever call the Prefect 'off' to their face—"There’s something off about you, you know that?"—was one of the Prefect’s self-proclaimed best friends, who proceeded to get smacked over the head by the Prefect’s other self-proclaimed best friend—"Ace, what the hell? Shut up!"—while the Prefect themself sat there in confusion, pondering over their friend’s words—"Off? Do you mean like when someone describes spoiled milk as off? Or moldy cheese? Rancid meat? Deuce, is my personality rotten?")

D reassured me that my personality is not rotten, it's just A being his rotten self. While I can concede that A can be disagreeable at times, I wouldn't go so far as to call him "extremely unpleasant", or "awful", or w/ever else "rotten" could mean. He's ACE.

Regardless of the specific adjective, calling the Ramshackle Prefect off wouldn't be inaccurate. Neither would odd, unconventional, unusual, eccentric, and so on, and so forth. Perhaps not insane, but the Prefect once had been caught trying to climb the flying buttress connecting the lower ground of Ramshackle’s land to the higher plateau where the main school building sits.

(They made it over the wall into the courtyard in front of the infirmary, an astonishing feat witnessed by a handful of infirmed students, their visitors, and—unfortunately—Nurse Maddox and Professor Andela. The latter then escorted the Prefect to the Headmaster’s office, where Crowley proceeded to lecture them about the dangers of scaling old castle walls and the like, all very dramatic and histrionic as usual. The very next day, several startled students bore witness to the Prefect speeding down Main Street wearing a pair of vintage metal skates, their cat-weasel-monster partner perched precariously atop their shoulders as the Prefect laughed with half-mad, absolutely joyful glee.)

After that enlightening conversation w/ the HM, I was afforded permission to visit Mr. S's shop & purchased a convenient pair of skates—metal strap-on ones like the kind I had Before. If all goes well, I'll be able to cut down the travel time between Ramshackle & the main building w/out resorting to "alternative routes".

& w/out Grim falling off my shoulders en route.

In regards to the Prefect's perceived oddity and the factors contributing to the existence of this perception—

For one, their unconventional introduction to the entire school during the Entrance Ceremony, complete with blue hellfire (courtesy of one weasel-monster-cat), a deluge of rainwater (courtesy of one Asim heir), and a good-ole decapitation/collaring (courtesy of one Heartslabyul Housewarden). How disruptive! How irresponsible, not being able to control their own familiar. How pathetic, to have magic so weak, they might as well not have magic at all.

(How odd, that the Dark Mirror was unable to read their soul, as if something was obscuring its vision. That their magic wasn’t weak due to inherent deficiency from birth so much as from suppression. It’s made all the more intriguing when a few remember the weirdly troubled, unsettled look in the Prefect’s dark eyes.)

Then there’s just the way they speak. As a freshman appearing on the younger side of eighteen, hearing this short, delicate-looking kid speak with such textbook perfect formality is always jarring (they swear, several students will say, if not watashi, they’ve heard the Prefect refer to themself as watakushi, and a few times, yatsugare, of all things, in front of the Professors and the Headmage).

(It’s strange. They sound almost like an old person, whenever the Prefect speaks. Too formal, too respectful, strangely… dated. And it’s not like Common is everyone’s first language—often, it’s not even the second—but the way the Prefect speaks it, it’s like they’ve been familiar with an older form of the language for a long time. Not to mention those moments when the Prefect could be heard muttering to themself in something ancient-sounding and nearly unrecognizable.)

Probably most damning of all—the fact that the Prefect is disgustingly, frustratingly, stupidly, undeniably kind. Not just nice or polite; anyone can play being nice or polite towards people they hate, and even then, the average Night Raven College student fails at even acting polite, let alone being nice towards their classmates. Night Raven College is not a kind environment, which makes the Prefect’s presence so unusual.

Who almost gets roasted alive by an ornery cat-monster, and decides to take them in and shelter them from the rain? Who gets insulted and nearly expelled by two Heartslabyul dunces, and doesn’t hesitate to invite them into their rundown dorm to protect the two from their own Housewarden? Who—if rumors are to be believed—encounters at least four Overblots and survives them, only to end up with actual friends and allies across all seven dorms?

It's stupid. It’s crazy. It’s insane. It… almost makes sense, when you consider the other rumors.

----

Ask any member of Scarabia—it started when the Ramshackle students escaped a locked room on the Housewarden’s magic carpet, the assigned guards frozen in place once the Prefect opened their mouth and started to sing, the cold sands reacting to the outrage in their voice.

We can’t stay here any longer. K needs help, I can’t abandon him, but they can’t lock me up again, they can’t.

Ask any member of Octavinelle—it started when even the Vice Housewarden was taken by surprise; when, while wiping down tables, the Prefect began to croon the words of an old Coral Sea lullaby; so old, only the melody remains in present memory.

Sen. Blue & Leech the Elder gave me strange looks when I ended my shift today. Wish I knew what that was about. Must focus on finals, though. Poor Grimsby looks close to tears trying to study for Crewel's.

Ask any member of Savanaclaw—it started when the Prefect, indignant over the treatment of their friends by the brutish and boorish students, snarled out the words of a lost song of the Afterglow Savana so fiercely, all the torches in the dormitory were blown out.

Sen. L & RB are going to make a full recovery, thank god. HW-R & Sen. T say to focus on my own health, but it’s hard to ignore the sorry display L & RB make when their beds are right across from mine. Esp. w/ L’s OB.

Ask any member of Heartslabyul—it started when the Housewarden invited the Prefect for another tea party with his hand of Cards (Trappola, Spade, Clover, and Diamond, of course), and a number of Card Soldiers stumbled upon the Prefect in a rather isolated part of the maze, humming a tune heavily restricted to the Queendom’s royal family and the Royal Botanic Society, discerning the sentient flowers from the non-sentient.

It was very kind of RR to let me pick some flowers again for pressing. I think he liked the tea rose bookmark I made him from the last batch. He turned so red when C took a photo of him, it was sweet.

Ask the Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul, or the Magicam-addicted junior—it started after Rosehearts—again, if rumors are to be believed—Overblotted, and passed out, bleeding heavily, on the verge of death, and the Magicless Prefect saved him in a unbelievable display of warm, golden light and desperate song.

Ask the Prefect’s self-proclaimed best friends—it started when they delved into the abandoned Dwarf Mine on an impossible task to find a magestone, and the Prefect looked upon the decrepit cottage and Overblotted monster with such shock and sorrow, Deuce Spade had to wonder if they’d been here before. It started when Ace Trappola chanced upon the Magicless student who interrupted the Entrance Ceremony, sweeping in front of the statues on Main Street and singing indiscernible words as if casting a spell, squirrels and songbirds gathering at their feet.

If you have the courage, ask the Headmage himself.

It started when he followed the terrified screams of a missing student, subdued a volatile weasel-creature, and found the collapsed child staring back at him with confused, startling hazel-brown eyes—babbling in a language that disappeared when Lysaya Gora went silent along with its Black God.

Sunday, September 6

Where do I begin?

[fiftytwotwentyfour]

Puzzle 1: Box One

Presented by Neil Patrick Harris

Created by Theory 11

Puzzle Classification: Table Top Escape Room

Price: ~ $35 (I did receive it as a gift)

*** This Tabletop Escape Room was Brought to You by Nerd Gummy Clusters, Monster Energy, and Path Water ***

Jk - Just my choosen game fuel. Sadly, I'm without sponsorship...

Review:

If any of know me (especially from my ol' book blog) I tend to collect books and forget about them without ever reading them.

Apparently games/puzzles are no different.

I received this box couple holidays ago as a gift and I just shelved it - but - to be fair I was a bit preoccupied with other engagements/challenges - but - I am happy to state I am glad I waited and devoted my full attention to Box One.

I have purchased other Theory 11 merchandise before (mainly playing cards) because of their high quality and craftsmanship. I can easily report Box One is made of the utmost quality. Items inside were crisp, durable, and hold high production value.

I've done Tabletop Escape Rooms in the past and their in game mechanics are typically flimsy paper or janky cardboard. Inside Box One you will find cards made from heavy cardstock and items made with heft. Another classy touch - the game provides you paper and a pen so you need little to no outside items*.

One of absolute favorite thing about this box is the was that I didn't have to "destroy" anything - aka - I was able to repackage the game and I can share with an unsuspecting friend/family member.

It is made for the use of solo play - which for me is great because available/willing friends are few and far between - but if you are more popular than me you could still play with a couple of buds and still have blast.

Another area were Box One superceeds other basic Tabletop Escape Rooms is that the gameplay is mostly linear - you feel like you have a clear directive even as you have a "story/mystery/issue" yet to unravel - what I mean - as you play you actually feel like you are progressing with the game where as other escape rooms I've played in the past you just open up a box and haphazardly slap mini puzzles together while racing an arbitrary clock. Box One is a gem that you can comfortably/leisurely play in one or two hour/afternoon session.

As I have already said the quality and production value are top notch, but I did find one in game mechanic slightly irritating as it put a damper completion time. I did manage to find a work around and dive right back into the enjoyment of the game.

If I had to state any other cons - I would say some of the "challenges/mini games" almost - almost - boarded on being too tiresome. If they would have mixed things up a bit more, maybe shortened them up a bit, and/or added one or two more mechanics it would have been absolutely stellar game - near impossible to top.

Don't get me wrong - it was still awesome - I found it to be on the eaiser side. How things unraveled truly is what kept it compelling and engaging.

Completion Time: 2hr36min43sec91ms

Hints/Clues Used: Zero

Items Not Included / Needed:

Phone/Computer with Internet Connection

Fridge/Freezer

Flashlight/Light Source

Personal Rating: 7.5/10

2024 Puzzle Record: 1/1

[lunatriense]

Purrfection (Pyrrha x Weiss x Blake) carnival date, for Mikazuki

"You're joking."

Pyrrha gave Blake an apologetic look.

"You're not joking?"

"I wanted to, but I never had the time. I was always training, touring, or fighting."

"Seriously?" Weiss leaned a little closer toward Pyrrha, for once able to meet her eye level. Even if Pyrrha was sitting.

"It isn't that surprising, is it? You know what it's like when everyone expects so much of you."

"Yes! Even I've been to the carnival a few times!"

Blake turned to Weiss with an arched brow.

"What…?" Weiss looked away, her hands fidgeting a little. "Okay, my family rented the whole place for the day for us, but I still went!"

"Uh huh." Blake's expression was as deadpan as her voice.

"We're not talking about me!" Weiss huffed and turned back to Pyrrha, pointing an accusing finger at her. "You're going," her tone brooked no disagreement, "and we're taking you." She glanced back to Blake and they gave each other a small nod.

"Really, it's alright. We have so much homework to do that-"

"No." Blake turned her unamused gaze back to Pyrrha. "She's right, we're going."

"But-"

"Tonight." Weiss half-stepped closer, close enough to touch Pyrrha's chest with her pointing finger.

"But we-!"

"Get. Dressed."

Pyrrha's shoulders slumped and she sighed heavily, but followed it up with a smile. "Alright, alright if you insist. Let me just finish this cha-"

Weiss huffed and looked to Blake, who rolled her eyes but reached to snatch the book from the bed beside Pyrrha where she'd set it when they came in.

"Nope, now." Blake held the book up. "I'm hanging onto this until we get back."

Pyrrha blinked in surprise at the brazen act. Of all people, Weiss and Blake were going to keep her from doing the assigned reading? She wouldn't have expected that in a hundred years. After a moment she gave a soft laugh and held her hands up. "Alright, alright, I surrender. I'll get dressed then."

"Good." Weiss gave a certain little nod. "Then we'll be back in… half an hour?" She glanced to Blake, who nodded assent.

The setting sun made a brilliant tapestry of the sky, reds, oranges, pinks, and purples casting long shadows over the city. Having exchanged their school uniforms for casual summer attire suitable for an impromptu date, the girls rode the skybus from Beacon down to the carnival currently set up on the Valish riverside. It didn't take long to bring them to the festival grounds — just long enough for Pyrrha to enjoy the view, and for Blake and Weiss to enjoy her budding excitement — and a few minutes to purchase tickets later, the trio found themselves standing just inside the entrance.

Pyrrha chuckled and nodded. "Half an hour."

***

Pyrrha marvelled at the lights and sounds of laughter and games. She'd seen carnivals from afar, and occasionally in movies and the like, but actually being there was entirely different.

"It's so very lively," she murmured mostly to herself. Blake and Weiss shared a grin nevertheless.

"So, what do you want to do first?" Blake tilted her head just a hair, stepping up to take Pyrrha's arm in hers.

"I don't know where to begin," Pyrrha admitted with a smile, looking down to Blake momentarily before her attention was drawn to her opposite side.

Weiss took her other arm and smiled up to her. "It's past dinner time. Why don't we get something to eat and walk around for awhile?"

"That sounds delightful!"

The trio wandered for a few minutes, garnering stares here and there — whether because the other revellers recognised them or were simply curious, or perhaps jealous, was hard to say — before approaching one of the food stalls. After a brief discussion they settled on sauce-laden kebabs, a big basket of fries piled high with toppings, and some far too sugary drinks.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Pyrrha glanced to her friends — no her girlfriends, she hadn't gotten used to that yet. "This isn't a very balanced meal."

Weiss rolled her eyes. "Of course it's not a balanced meal, it's fair food!"

"I feel like I'll regret this later."

Blake smirked. "Oh, we're definitely going to regret it later." She nudged Pyrrha, then reached to take a dripping fry from the basket. "But we'll enjoy it now, and besides, it's not like this is an every day thing."

Weiss nodded her agreement. "Exactly."

The girls walked while they ate, taking in the sights and sounds. They'd finished eating and visited several souvenir booths before coming upon the game booths, where Pyrrha slowed to a halt.

Blake followed her gaze to the shooting game with its shelves full of plushies and other small gifts. "You… wanna try it out?"

"I don't know how it works…"

"You get a few corks, and shoot them at the prize you want. If you knock it over, you win it."

Pyrrha looked sceptically to Blake. "With a cork? That seems… unlikely."

"Well yeah," Weiss chimed in on Pyrrha's other side. "They wouldn't make any money if people won very much."

"I see…" Pyrrha considered momentarily before giving a little nod. "Yes, I think I'd like to try."

Blake and Weiss smiled up to Pyrrha, walking with her toward the booth but stopping several paces back.

"Young lady! Care to try your luck?" the carnie called to the approaching Pyrrha.

She smiled and nodded. "I'd love to."

"Excellent! A hundred lien gets you three shots; whatever falls is yours to keep!" He gave her a broad grin. "But go easy on me, eh? You look like you could leave me broke!"

Pyrrha giggled softly, trading a lien card for a gun and corks. She took a moment to peruse the prizes before setting her sights on a cute little black cat plushie, taking aim, and firing. The cork bounced off the cat's forehead without so much as budging it.

"Ooh, so close!"

Pyrrha frowned faintly. She'd thought for sure the cork would have enough power behind it. She set one cork on the table and weighed the other in her palm before giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the weight to knock the little cat over, she was sure, and it wasn't too terribly soft. Was the gun weaker than she thought?

"Go Pyrrha!"

"You can do it!"

Pyrrha looked back to her girlfriends, her smile returning. This was all just for fun anyway, she mustn't let her competitiveness get in the way. She loaded the second cork, took aim again, and fired, striking the cat a little higher on the forehead. Again it bounced off without noticeable effect.

"Almost!"

Pyrrha shot the carnie a look. There was no 'almost' about that, and she paid close enough attention to the shot this time to know it should've done more. She loaded the last cork and, exhaling slowly, fired. The third shot hit the cat just outside its left eye, and it twisted a touch, but its bottom stayed perfectly still.

"Aw, too bad, I was sure you had it!" The carnie gave her a toothy smile.

Pyrrha huffed, setting the gun down and stepping back over to Blake and Weiss. "I'm sorry, I was sure I'd get it. And the bunny on the corner, too."

"So was I."

"It's alright, as long as you're having fun." Weiss took her arm once more with a little squeeze.

Pyrrha glanced back over to the shelves. "It should've at least spun around…"

"It happens. Besides, a lot of these games are rigged. If you couldn't get it, I'm sure no one will."

Pyrrha blinked and arched a brow. "Rigged? You mean they're cheating? They're allowed to do that?"

"Not technically, but it's easy enough to change things around when they're being inspected." Blake shrugged.

"I see." Pyrrha looked back to the booth with narrowed eyes. "I think I'll give it another try."

"You want to try again… because you think they're cheating?" Weiss turned a quizzical look to her.

Pyrrha nodded, disentangling her arm from Weiss'. "I do." She smiled down to the much shorter girl. "I'm going to get those plushies for you two. I promise."

Weiss smiled up to her. "Somehow I think you will." Blake just chuckled and shook her head.

Pyrrha stepped back up to the booth. "I'd like another try, please." She held out another lien card.

"That's the spirit!" The carnie grinned and took the card, producing another trio of corks.

Pyrrha didn't set them down this time. She took aim at the cat and fired, then rapidly reloaded and fired the second and third shots. The corks struck one after the other, the first two twisting it and the third hitting high on its forehead. Landing in rapid succession as they did, they managed to off-balance the plushie and topple it over on the shelf. Pyrrha was quite sure she spotted a little square of tape on its bottom, but that wasn't enough to stop a determined hunter.

The carnie was openly startled. He blinked a few times, then shook his head, but made no move to fetch the plushie.

"I'd like my prize now, please." Pyrrha looked at him expectantly.

He pressed his lips together briefly, then put on that weaselly grin once more. "Ooh, I'm sorry there miss, but you didn't win!"

Pyrrha was gobsmacked. How could he even think to claim that she hadn't knocked the cat over when it was presently lying on its side?

"Hey! What do you mean she didn't win?" Weiss stomped up next to her. "Look at it! She knocked it over."

"She did, that's true!" The carnie gave a theatrically-sympathetic look. "But to win, it has to fall."

Weiss' eyes went wide and Pyrrha was quite sure she spotted a vein throb at her temple, but before either could reply, Blake stepped up as well, her voice low. "It did fall. She won."

"Au contraire, kitten." The carnie gave Blake a challenging look. "It's still on the shelf."

"It has to fall off the shelf!? You didn't say anything about that!"

The carnie turned his gaze back to Weiss. "You didn't ask."

Weiss fumed as the carnie turned away to stick the cat back up. "Come on, Pyrrha, let's get out of here." She stormed a few steps away before she realised Pyrrha wasn't following but rather fixing a pointed stare at the carnie.

He turned around with a start, clearly surprised the girls hadn't all left. Blake was too. She lay a hand on Pyrrha's arm and turned a concerned look up to her.

Pyrrha kept her eyes on the carnie. "I have to knock it to the ground, right? That goes for any of them?" She produced another lien card, holding it up between her fingers.

"That's right."

"And the only other rule is that I must fire from behind this table?"

"Yyeaah…" The carnie eyed her warily.

"Pyrrha…" Blake gave her arm a little squeeze. "It doesn't matter. We can just go." Behind them, Weiss looked on, confusion beginning to turn to worry.

"It's alright." Pyrrha turned a tight smile down to Blake. "I promised I'd get them, and I will." She turned her attention back to the carnie. "Another round." The carnie's surprise vanished as he quickly snatched her card in exchange for three more corks.

Pyrrha studied the shelves carefully as she loaded the first cork, then nodded sharply, flexing her hand a bit momentarily before firing. The cork didn't hit the cat, or anything near it, instead flying below the top shelf upon which the cat was set and striking the assembly itself with a metallic ping.

"What are you-?"

She turned and fired the second, which likewise sailed under the top shelf to strike the opposite support, but this time there was no ping. Rather there was, but it was immediately drowned out by the sound of groaning metal, which itself became a crash as the weight of the shelves pushed the supports ever so sightly apart, just enough for the top shelf to pivot and fall. Everything atop it cascaded to the floor, the rest following when the whole thing fell apart.

The carnie looked on agape, then cried out and ran to the shelves. "Wha-… bu-… what did you do!?!?"

Blake and Weiss, who had returned to Pyrrha's side, looked no less shocked. Pyrrha however wore a very satisfied grin.

"I believe I won."

The comment drew Blake and Weiss' attention and, after just staring at Pyrrha for a few heartbeats.

"Did you…?" Blake gestured subtly with one hand, the way Pyrrha would when applying her Semblance.

Pyrrha smirked and nodded, which set the other girls laughing.

"No! No that's-! You ruined my game!!"

"Your game was ruined from the start," Weiss commented with a snarky smirk of her own, stepping around the table to pluck the plushies out of the mess. "We'll be taking these." Pyrrha beamed at her.

"And this." Blake hopped over the table to fetch a little plush red fox. "What about the rest?"

Pyrrha glanced back over her shoulder to the crowd that had begun to gather in the wake of the commotion. Her eyes settled on a little faunus boy, who shied back as she approached and bent down to his level. "Would you like a prize?"

The boy looked up to his mother, who nodded and gently urged him forward. "Go on." He turned back to Pyrrha with a bright smile and nodded vigorously.

"Take whichever one you like," Pyrrha prompted with a gesture to the booth. She stood, looking over the crowd as a whole. "It's all yours."

"N-no, this doesn't count! They can't-!" the carnie was cut off by a trio of glares from the young hunters.

"It's theirs."

"All of it."

The girls sat together on a ferris wheel bench, slowly rising into the night sky. Below, carnival patrons milled about, albeit in much smaller numbers than they had several hours ago.

Weiss and Blake kept up their daggerlike stares until the man crumbled and gave a defeated nod. Pyrrha was met with a chorus of thanks and amazement from the crowd before they streamed into the booth to take the remaining prizes.

***

"Thank you for convincing me to do this," Pyrrha murmured, pulling her gaze away from the lights of the city to look to Blake and Weiss on either side of her. "It's been a lovely evening."

"Of course it has." Weiss' smile was truly radiant, her own eyes not having left Pyrrha's face since they sat down. "Except for that shady carnie."

"Especially the shady carnie," Blake corrected with a soft chuckle. "I would've come just to see that."

Weiss blinked, then laughed. "You have a point." She nestled against Pyrrha's side. "But I still like this part better."

"No argument from me." Blake followed suit, both girls resting their heads on Pyrrha's shoulder, their little plushies likewise nestled together at their feet.

Pyrrha's face might've been as red as her hair, but even so she smiled happily, slipping her arms around her girlfriends to pull them closer. "I couldn't agree more."

[booksofrobertgreene]

Robert Greene Announcement

Signed Copies of 48 Laws, Mastery, The Daily Laws & All My Books!

A little more than a year ago, I emailed you about my then recent trip to Austin, Texas. It was just after the release of The Daily Laws, and so I went to Austin to record some podcast interviews, film some video content, and of course, spend some time with Ryan Holiday** at his bookstore, The Painted Porch.

While I was there, I signed a bunch of copies of all my books. But there were very limited quantities (just a few hundred total) and apparently many of you moved very quickly because soon after I sent that email, I started hearing from people

So I am back today with great news, just in time for the start of the new year.

I signed another batch of copies of The 48 Laws of Power, Mastery, The 33 Strategies of War, The Art of Seduction, The Laws of Human Nature, and The Daily Laws. I wasn’t able to go to The Painted Porch this time. I signed them all at home before shipping them to The Painted Porch, so again, the quantities are limited. So if you want to pick one up for yourself or as a gift for a budding strategist or master in your life, act fast!

**I am also very excited to announce: Power, Seduction, Ego and Destiny—An Evening of Conversation and Philosophy with Robert Greene & Ryan Holiday.

Ryan and I will be having two conversations (each with a post-show meet and greet). The first will be on Friday, March 10, 2023 at the Sydney Goldstein Theater in San Francisco, CA (purchase tickets here). The second will be on Saturday, March 11, 2023 at the Moore Theatre in Seattle, WA (purchase tickets here).

It's been a very long time since I have done an event like this and I'm not sure when I'll do something like this again, so I hope to see many of you there.

I wish everyone a great end to 2022 and encourage you all to start 2023 with The Daily Laws (if you haven't already) in January.

And be sure to be on the lookout for new videos coming from me on YouTube, TikTok, and Instagram.

Robert Greene

[krockat]

oh my goshl....... to the depths of the editing mines i go again......,

GAAAAAAAAAURGH

GAAAAAAH

GAH GAH GAH

Y'AAAAAH

,,,,,,

so..... i wanted to edit a short video. its true, i did. so instead of purchasing or subscribing to yet another program for a kindling hobby i looked up free editing software. but i needed to get it Quick and Without Much Thought - cause my hands were Oh so hungry to edit the thing i'd filmed for this specific project today,

Now

aaand so i picked the top placement of a top twelve best free editing programs of 2023

(can you count the potential pitfalls of mistakes in this one sentence?)

and so. i clicmked it and wow! in browser!! thats great.

opened it up and:

wow! its easy to understand,

it reminds me of old programs i used before way back,

and its just. intuitive user friendly enough,

but also with enough bigger boyer tools for me to work with, so i can feel like a bigger boy.

and yea, many features are paywalled, but theres cheaper and manual versions for all of them -

(and those features not being this i minded, i find manual subtitling for example to be kind of a fun and fulfilling problem.)

it was seeming. cool!

but. as i have now layed an hour or so on working on this progrem and project.... i realize to my intense fear and budding dissapointment........

Exporting is a premium feature.

meaning, Downloading, what i have created...................

I HAVE TO PAY FOR`?????????

I put all this time and effort and funny lil skibblywinklies and am now soulbound and connected to this project!!! to this piece ive created!!

with YOUR TOOLS and YOUR FEATURES THAT I MOLDED W MY HANDS THE SUPPLE CLAY OF MY PROJECT:........

and now, poor as i am today, i can not. get my project back. into my hands.

i am late on a bill i have not been able to pay.... and motherfucker you think i shall pay you 192 usd for a yearly subscription for the pro feature, or 24 usd a month with auto rescription for This? you think thats okay??? you cuck swiene???

you who were top 1 free program.

i shall do violence upon the world, instead of doing the violence upon me.

i shall not turn this pain inward. RAAAAUGH RAAAAAHGHRAAAAAAAAUGH uuuuuRAAAAAAAHGHGHGHGHGHHUUHHUHUGHUGHUGHHGHGHGHGHUHUHGUGHUGHUGHUGHGUHG .

why do every editing exploit i do end up in torture.....

[themomsandthecity]

I Tested Amazon's Bestselling Kids' Camera, and It's a Keeper

Image Source: POPSUGAR Photography / Angela Elias One evening while reaching for my phone, I noticed that my preschooler had used it to snap a bunch of photos. There were sweet portraits of his older brother, a view of cotton candy clouds from his bedroom window, a candid picture of me immersed in dinner prep, and more. Scrolling through the pictures was like walking through our family home through his eyes. I made a mental note to refresh my phone's lock code and to get this little guy his own camera. After comparing kids' cameras on Amazon, I landed on the Goopow Kids Camera Toy ($28, originally $37), and it's been a fun introduction to photography play. What I Like About the Goopow Kids Camera Toy At less than $30, it's an affordable, low-stakes introduction to a kids' camera. As a parent who has invested in toys to foster my kids' budding hobbies, I've learned that sometimes learning toys take, and sometimes they don't. The camera comes in several colors and shapes - I chose the blue, cat-themed camera for my animal-loving kiddo. Aside from being cheap and cute, it's also surprisingly versatile. In addition to being able to take pictures, it has a selfie function, video capability, funny frames, and even games. It also comes with a neck strap, a 32GB card, and a USB cord for recharging. It's lightweight and easy to throw in a backpack for a trip to the park or zoo and car rides. Image Source: POPSUGAR Photography / Angela Elias What's Worth Noting About the Goopow Kids Camera Toy With a 2.62-inch screen and meager pixels, it's not going to capture anything close to the quality of an iPhone photo. That being said, the fact that my son has free rein over it seems to outweigh the lack of picture quality, at least for him. While it's pretty intuitive, my 4-year-old son still needs me to help him navigate it. He often gets stuck in certain function modes and needs my help. On the other hand, my 7-year-old son can zip through the functions, bouncing between selfie mode and the three games without any issue. The brand says this camera is geared towards kids ages 3 to 8, but I can't imagine a 3-year-old being able to do more than snap photos once you've set them up in photo mode. Depending on how much independence you want them to have, ages 5 to 7 seems to be a sweeter spot. Both of my kids usually forget to turn the camera off when they're finished playing with it, and it has one and a half to two hours of continuous photo time before it needs to be recharged. Image Source: POPSUGAR Photography / Angela Elias Who Is the Goopow Kids Camera Toy Best For? This camera is best for anyone looking for an affordable toy camera for their young kids or a good gift for kids who have everything. It doesn't provide as much endless play as a Magna-Tiles building set, but it sparks curiosity and experimentation. If you aren't expecting high-quality photos and are instead more interested in getting them something they can travel and play with, then this lightweight, durable design is a good option. Additional Details: * It features a 2.62" LCD screen design. * Its functions include photo capture, video recording, playback, game play, date setting, and frame selections. * It's intended for children ages 3 to 8. * It has a built-in 3.7V rechargeable lithium battery, one and a half to two hours of run time, and an SD Card slot with a 32GB card included. Where Is the Goopow Kids Camera Toy Available to Shop? You can purchase the Goopow Kids Camera Toy ($16) at Walmart and Amazon. Rating: https://www.popsugar.com/family/goopow-kids-camera-toy-review-49328856?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=tumblr

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Self-Control in the Garden

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“Inch by inch, life is a cinch. By the yard, it’s hard.” Popularized by Robert Schuller

Do you ever go to a restaurant extremely hungry and when you peruse the menu, you order more than you could ever eat? I am guilty of this trait whenever I visit a nursery or garden center. Before I go, I usually create a list of the four or five plants that I want and am ready to plant. But once there, all the magnificent flora intoxicates me with their beauty, and I end up buying more than I have time to put in the ground.

Not this year. I am exerting self-control and keeping it small. One of the reasons for limiting my purchases is that my garden is not sufficiently prepared for adding extras. Before I left on my European expedition, I thought I had everything under control. I had followed my own advice of pruning, weeding, feeding, seeding, and mulching the landscape. The few weeds that remained resembled short groundcover. But because of the rain and fog providing extra moisture, and the warm, sunny days whilst I was away, ideal conditions for abundant growth of both weeds and flowers were created. Upon my return, I was greeted by a gorgeous green jungle, albeit totally out-of-control blooms and blossoms as well as weeds as tall as I am.

The tender tiny mustard greens that I had been collecting for salads and stir-fry now towered six or seven feet. The chamomile had sprouted thickly and was bursting with buds.

Grasses blown in from the hills mingled with the purple and yellow bearded iris, euphorbia, and nasturtiums. For the next few months, I will labor weeding, weeding, and weeding. Inch by inch.

Despite the weeds, the garden has erupted into a colorful canvas of fragrant flowers. Lilac, wisteria, jasmine, mock orange, rose, and freesia compete for the title of most glorious blooms with the most intoxicating perfume.

It is time to plant my vegetables and herbs, and this is where I am starting small. In two containers outside the kitchen door, I bought and planted two tomato plants, a red bell pepper, shallots, scallions, basil, dill, and thyme.

In my vegetable garden, I started another artichoke, eggplant, squash, and lettuce. By purchasing four-inch pots and six-packs instead of gallons, I had the time, and the space, to get these in the soil immediately. In a vintage wheelbarrow, potatoes and onions are growing. Companion planting is a strategy that I implement to increase the success of my crops. To hungry insects and pests, the smell of onions is unpleasant, making them an excellent companion plant for many other vegetables including the members of the Solanaceae (nightshade) family of tomatoes, potatoes, eggplants, and peppers. Onions also act as a mild aphid repellant to roses.

Here are other vegetables that will benefit from planting onions, garlic, or other alliums as companions:

Beets

Brassicas

Carrots

Chamomile

Dill

Lettuce

Parsnips

Parsley

Spinach

Strawberries

Don’t plant onions with asparagus, peas, beans, or sage as the flavor will be negatively affected and the growth of the plants will be stunted.

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be able to finish weeding areas where I want to plant more tomatoes, zucchini, sweet corn, beans, and cucumbers. Check out the amount of weeds in this 10 x 10 space. Crazy amount of work, yet necessary.

Beans, corn, and zucchini I’ll plant by seed, and other vegetables I’ll buy in small containers. I will continue the succession seeding of beets, carrots, and greens that my family enjoys eating. I’ll add marigolds to repel other rodents and nematodes throughout the garden.

I am an advocate for growing my own groceries because I know that my soil is free of chemicals, insecticides, pesticides, and other harmful matter. You can also grow your own food even if you have a small space.

Whether you buy a decorative container or repurpose a vessel, sanitize it with bleach and water. Rinse well. Add pebbles for drainage and rich potting soil. Plant what you like to eat. Keep your pot watered. Feed with organic fertilizers based on the requirements of what you plant. You will have produce that is delicious, nutritious, and healthy.

Most people don’t know that many of the fruits and vegetables that we purchase in the supermarket or even at Farmer’s Markets are filled with chemicals. Even if you are on a strict budget, the following Dirty Dozen of vegetables and fruits should only be purchased as organic produce or grown in your garden. Sadly, these are vegetables and fruits that most people enjoy and believe are good for us. Beware…they are only good for you when they are grown without chemicals.

In order of the most chemicals used on each crop, The Dirty Dozen includes:

1.  strawberries

2.  spinach

3.  collard greens, kale, mustard greens

4.  peaches

5.  pears

6.  nectarines

7.  apples

8.  grapes

9.  peppers and hot peppers

10.  cherries

11.  blueberries

12.  green beans

A small amount of sweet corn, papaya, and squash is grown from genetically modified seeds. Always look to plant seeds that say “non-GMO”.

The following fruits and vegetables are called The Clean Fifteen. You may purchase them anywhere, yet again, what you grow yourself will always be more beneficial.

1.           avocado

2.           sweet corn

3.           pineapple

4.           onions

5.           papaya

6.           frozen sweet peas

7.           asparagus

8.           honeydew melon

9.           kiwi

10.        cabbage

11.        mushrooms

12.        mangoes

13.        sweet potatoes

14.        watermelon

15.        carrots

Finally, in May, plant annuals, perennials, and summer bulbs suited to your microclimate conditions as the weather warms. Cosmos, petunias, salvia, zinnias, yarrow, Agastache, penstemon, asters, marigolds, and echinacea are colorful choices that also attract pollinators.

Anemones and forget-me-notsFor bulbs, consider Lily of the Nile (Agapanthus), tuberous begonia, caladium, canna, dahlia, gladiolus, and lilies. Summer blooming plants need warm, well-draining soil. Don’t forget roses. They offer repeat blooms and fragrance for months. Always pay attention to the directions or plant tags. Keep everything watered sufficiently

Start small and increase as you have the time and space. Don’t buy too many plants at once if you won’t be able to get them in their forever home within a few days. Make sure your area is weeded well before you sow any seeds. Cut high grasses and remove debris around the perimeter of your house as fire prevention. Inch by inch, it’s a cinch!

Happy Gardening. Happy Growing!

Read: https://www.lamorindaweekly.com/archive/issue1706/Digging-Deep-with-Goddess-Gardener-Cynthia-Brian-Start-small.html

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Raised in the vineyards of Napa County, Cynthia Brian is a New York Times best-selling author, actor, radio personality, speaker, media and writing coach as well as the Founder and Executive Director of Be the Star You Are!® 501 c3. Tune into Cynthia’s StarStyle® Radio Broadcast at www.StarStyleRadio.com. Her newest children’s picture book, No Barnyard Bullies, from the series, Stella Bella’s Barnyard Adventures is available now at https://www.CynthiaBrian.com/online-store. Hire Cynthia for writing projects, garden consults, and inspirational lectures. Cynthia@GoddessGardener.com  

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴄ: 939

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴍᴅɴɪ 18+)

ᴛᴡ/ᴄᴡ: ꜱᴏᴍɴᴏᴘʜɪʟɪᴀ, ᴏʀᴀʟ (ꜰ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ), ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ, ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ/ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ, ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ᴏʀɢᴀꜱᴍ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏ!

ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.

a/n: cewchie eating has been on the brain im sorry. this is lightly edited so if you see any errors shh.. no you don't.

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʜQ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ |  ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

“ah fuck, baby. so fuckin’ pretty.” kotarou hisses, his aureate orbs glued to your slick coated core. 

kotarou wraps his arms around your legs and pulls your relaxed body closer to his face. he rubs the growing stubble of his beard along the inside of your thighs, relishing how your sleeping figure twitches at the scratchy feeling. he prepositions himself carefully, his face mere inches from your cunt, before leaning down and kissing your puffy clit. you were so wet, so cute, looking painfully pretty spread out on your shared bed with dry tear streaks down your cheeks. he had only been gone for four days for a game. was his baby this needy? so deprived of pleasure, you cried yourself to sleep. did you even get to cum? 

kotarou can’t be mad. the reason you’re crying, your sweet little body can never find the release it's yearning for, is his fault. not because of his absence, no, but because of the conditioning, he put your little body through. as long as you’ve been with him, kotarou learning the ins and outs of your body, memorizing and mapping out the most sensitive spots of your sticky walls, of course, you wouldn’t be able to cum. a pretty little thing would never be able to get yourself off, not without his help. he’s trained your body, you, to cum by his hands only. your fingers would no longer suffice. 

“poor thing,” kotarou coos mockingly, taking the pad of his thumb and rubbing small circles around the slightly engorged bud. “can’t even cum without me, hm? how long did you try, baby? how long did you play with my pussy before giving up, huh?” his voice is low and laced with avidity. 

his thumb continues to work your bundle of nerves. soft gaze flickering to your softened features. his cock stirring and straining against his pants, hearing you whimper in your slumber, “ah, right here, princess? i think you like when daddy rubs right… here.” he whispers to no one in particular, his digit persistently swiping along your clit. each passing second, his mouth fills with saliva. 4 days of you two being apart was far too long for him. kotarou spent every second craving every inch of you. he couldn’t lay down without images of you plaguing his mind. vivid depictions of you spread out so obediently for him, tiny cunt clamping down around his shaft, struggling to take him all. that’s all he could focus on while sloppily fucking into his fist. 

kotarou removes his thumb and leans down, pressing the flat of his tongue against your sopping core, licking an agonizingly slow stripe, the width of his tongue spreading your pussy apart. a deep growl resonates within him, his senses and mind clouding the second your sweet nectar coats his tongue. he laps at your cunt once more before his lips find purchase around your clit, his tongue flicking quickly, drinking down your juices. strong veiny hands trail up your thighs, grabbing a fist full of the doughy flesh of your ass before hoisting you up closer to his mouth. his tongue slips past swollen lips and down to your heated entrance, swirling and probing at the fleshy walls, collecting every ounce of slick that dribbled from your hole.

“s’good f’me baby, keep this pussy tasting so good for me,” he murmurs. 

kotarou lashes flutter, tongue fluttering rapidly against the hard nub, appreciating your flavor. his head shakes from left to right, burying his chin deeper into your honeypot, a mixture of drool and juices dripping down his chin. half-lidded eyes look up to watch your chest heave ever so slightly, “c’mon, beautiful, wake up. daddy needs you to ride his face.”

you begin to squirm, your hips bucking when a harsh suck sends a wave of pleasure through you. “ mmm, fuck..” a soft gasp tumbles from your mouth, your body jolting as your hand instinctively travels down your body and buries itself in the familiar two-toned tuft of hair. your hips begin gyrating, rubbing your messy core against your boyfriend's lips. your vision is still blurry, not even able to wipe the sleep out of your eyes before another harsh suck pulls you from your hazy mindset.

you blink a few times, your head lifting to look between your legs. your gaze lands upon kotarou, drinking in the image of your doting significant other devouring your pussy. 

“f-fuck, ko! feels s’good,” you hiss, your tiny hands grabbing the back of his head and pushing him further into your center. 

your hips continue rolling, smearing your sticky essence along his mouth. tension begins to pool in the depths of your tummy, every suck and flick of kotarou’s tongue bringing you closer to the edge. two of kotarou’s fingers circle your entrance, collecting your juices, before plunging inside. his fingers curl, the tips massaging along the spongy roof of your walls. 

kotarou pulls away and spits onto your cunt, groaning as your pussy clenches around his digits,” come on, pretty girl. cum for me.” 

your breath catches in your throat, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm washes over you. each pump of kotarou’s fingers draws out your orgasm, your sweet cunnie gushing around him enchantingly. 

“such a good girl, giving daddy exactly what he asks for,” he purrs. kotarou sits up and pulls his pants down his legs before reclaiming his rightful place between your thighs. he grips the base of his cock and taps the angry tip against your button, “daddy’s home, sweet pea. now keep being a good girl and hold your legs open f’me.” 

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