#pardon my english it isnt my first language

[fully-automatic-ass]

OM! HCs (P2)

(again, consisting only of these mfing musings)

Mammon has scars on his back from Lucifer's punishments

And a fear of heights from being strung up from the ceiling

Demonus is just moldy caprisun. I said what i said. (implying that demons can get high off human world sugar?)

Lucifer's favorite shape is a rectangle (idk it suits him)

Barbatos sleeps like a sickly Victorian child who won't make it through the winter (when he can sleep)

Belphegor was pretty jealous of Satan right after the fall because, y'know, youngest child and all that (i think this one is canon in one of belphie's devilgrams?? idk)

[friendbreakfast]

absolutely enraptured by characters that look and act the most serious of the main character team but also are the weirdos of the team. like they say and do the strangest, weirdest things with a totally straight face. if its a videogame with sprites, their sprite never changes into silly faces even when they say the silliest things ever, etc

[avatar-of-procrastination]

Celebrating Valentines with the moon boys

A.N: HELLO PEEPS I HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED what better way to celebrate my return than by a small hc about my baby moonboys and how theyd reach to celebrating valentines?!

enjoy this as i write it at 2 am, well past valentine but who cares eheheehhe

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

[ pls ignore all spelling mistakes and capitalization issues i'll fix it later i promise 😭😭😭 ]

Steven

while he may very well be the definition of a nervous wreck, he'd definitely be the type of person to remember your favourite flowers and chocolates and buy the largest possible set of both. top it off with a personal letter in which he confesses just how good you make him feel. steven would be the person to make you feel loved for yourself, never having to put on a facade for him, because he loves you more than you could ever love yourself. he's shocked when you cry at the words and you guys end up cuddling the rest of the night, with one arm around you and the other gently stroking your hair, whispering 'i love you' until you fall asleep.

once he's sure youre asleep, he'd snuggle into you, holing you tightly and recount every moment he's been grateful to have you for

Marc

as we all know marc is a true baby at heart. he'd be the kind of person to not make valentines a big deal but the moment he sees you pouting he'd turn the world upside down. not even khonshu would be able to calm him down. once you tell him that in fact you do want him to pamper you on valentines, hed go to pull all the stops. make it the best valentines youve ever had.. first up is a lovely breakfast in bed, with pancakes and strawberries and chocolate syrup overloaded. then he'd take you out for a picnic in the flower fields where you make a bouquet for him and he almost starts crying at the gesture (because why in the world would someone with a right mind ever do something so sweet for a mercenary?). the next stop was a romantic movie date that was being re-played in the theaters, followed by stargazing at night.

you were full of love and adoration for your man and the efforts he took to keep a smile on your face.

"all the stars in the sky couldnt compare to the love i hold for you, marc"

hed start crying, because he's new to being loved. its a foreign feeling but one he cherishes the most. he'd thank all the gods above for bringing you into his life

Jake

we all know he's a little shit. the more you'd hint him to treat you on valentines, the more dumb he'd act. ("valentines??? whats that???") to a point where youd start pouting and sticking your tongue out at him. cut to valentines and you thought he'd surprise you and all of the acting dumb was just to irk you. but when he actually has nothing planned it pisses you off. youd be sulky and bratty and purposefully get on his nerves too (*cough* no bra in the house *cough*)

turns out there was a surprise for you. one of the most hottest and filthiest nights you couldve ever imagined. rest assured there was no way youd be able to go out in public because a) your legs wouldnt move and b) with the amount of hickeys you had someone would thing youre being abused 😭😭

[zuyyin]

A/N : I've wrote this thing for awhile so yea. Pardon my bad grammar and all. English isnt my first language

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Prune Juice Cookie x reader|| fluff || ooc || reader is (your preferred flavour) cookie

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I barged into his laboratory only to find out that he has been busy with his potion making. Cauldron filled with bubbling hot potions. The faint scent of strawberry filled the air as I slowly entered his lab. "Have I told you that intruders are not allowed to be in here?" he said while his eyes are still glued on his potions. "Oh, Prune Juice Cookie. Its me!" said with full enthusiasm as I walked closer to him to take a closer look on his current activities. His attention quickly adverted to me as he heard my voice. "Oh its you, (your flavour) Cookie. And here I thought you were some random pesky Parfaedians or something" he responded shortly after.

"Of course it is me. The principal told me to check on you" I said as I walked to the sofa located by the window and plopped myself onto it. He is still busy on his potion making, though. Seriously, what's so fun in potion making when you have magic? What a weirdo. He then settled down his apparatuses and turned to see me. Ah, the cheeky grin of his. Bet there is something sinister behind it.

He pulled out his brand new potion he had just made and "Ta-da! The 'All Eyes on Me' potion!" he said as he held the potion bottle above our heads. " 'All Eyes on Me'?" I blinked several time in confusion as he let out a long sigh at my blurred state. "This potion will make the cookie that drank it more... attractive. Thus will make them gaining other cookies' love and attention" he explained short and clear about the function of the weird looking potion.

"Alright so what are you going to do with that weird potion?" that potion surely got my attention. "This is not 'weird potion' this is 'All Eyes on Me' potion" he corrected me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance and asked again "Fine.. the 'All Eyes on Me' potion. What are you going to do with it? Drink it?". A small grin appeared on his face as he inched closer to me, bringing the lips of the bottle closer to my mouth. He let out a small chuckle before saying "Im not going to drink it, sweetheart. But you are" he said before slightly tilting the bottle so that the liquid inside flowed into my mouth. I forced myself to drink the potion. Surprisingly, it tasted sweet. "Good~ What a good test subject you are!" he said as he patted my head.

I looked at him in wonder. "Did it work? Is it working?" I asked him secretly hoping for the potion to work. He laughed at me before decided to boop me on the nose. "Sadly, it didnt work" he said in a playful tone. I muttered out a small 'oh' at the result. I am actually relived but disappointed at the same time. "Wanna know why?" he asked. I nod at him eager to know the reason of the failed experiment. "Because... You already have all my love and attention. Why would you seek for another?" he explained bluntly while keeping that signature grin of his. "And also, it is just strawberry milk".

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[dr-skazka]

Gotta love how Girl 1 talks about Girl 2 behind her back and says how Girl 2 is an asshole for playing basketball with a bit more "body use" (don't know if that's what you call it) even tho that's kinda usual in basketball, and complains about Girl 2 supposedly cheating while there were alot of others who did bad stuff in the game? And than complains about how Girl 2 wouldn't DARE to EVER say anything to her. And if she did, she'll do bad shit to her.

Even tho Girl 1 is one stupid bitch (like seriously, I could vent bout her and her friend all day) , who hates everyone outta class and talks bout them behind there backs and NEVER fucking confronts them herself if she has a problem with them.

Cuz, oh she's so precious and the best girl and eeeeeeveryone gotta love her and do what she says, otherwise YOU'RE the rude and stupid asshole.

And then if WE tell maby the teacher or the specific person what Girl 1 said about them, we are mean and betraying the classes trust??? Like, wtf.

[thatringboy]

i am no good with literature (and English isnt my first language) so a lot of nuance often goes over my head and while i enjoy your writing a LOT, could you give me a run down on the ”depths” of your au characters?

You are 100% fine and your english is better than mine sometimes lol (and I never pass up a moment to talk about FS&S)

The most simple way to describe my characters is that they are all fouls for each other, meaning that they all are “two sides of the same coin”. The easiest example of this would be Nezuko and Sanemi

Both of them lost their father and little siblings by demons, being just too late to save them and the surviving family members were irreversibly changed. To save themselves from drowning in survivor’s guilt and vengeance, they become the best Demon Slayers they can be

Of course, we know this is where their stories diverge. Nezuko had already lost her mother by now and had experienced the grief and trauma that came with that. And she had Tanjiro (+ a new life goal) to cushion the fall. Nezuko made herself busy by training to distract herself from her losses, but we see that even now, 2 1/2 years later, that she still carries her family with her.

Sanemi is different. He grew up around the dangers of demons and had strong, involved parents. He is the eldest son, the heir to the Shinazugawa name that his father married into and he is the Tsugoku to his mother, the Wind Hashira. Yet he comes home from Final Selection to find all but one of his little siblings dead and his father a demon. He kills his own father, only realizing later that his father had no blood on his face and his mother Shizu, who had gone through the recent trauma of discovering Sun Breathing, resents him for it. Shizu becomes a hermit in her own home and Sanemi’s last living brother Genya is permanently scarred and often is berated by his mother as she fails to accept all her losses

On top of all those losses, only a few months after finally becoming a Hashira, Sabito - the lover of his childhood crush - dies and Giyuu also shuts himself off from the world. Sanemi is made leader of the Hashira in Sabito’s place just as Genya hits puberty and the age to begin his training. The brothers discover that Genya isn’t even strong enough to swing a sword properly, meaning that his prospects in the family business just vanished

So Sanemi has survivor’s guilt + the guilt of killing his father + the daily verbal abuse from his mother + the responsibility of leading the Pillars + being a shield for Genya and he’s only 20

In comes Nezuko Kamado, a girl with survivor’s guilt + guilt of letting her brother become a demon + grief of loosing her mother at a vulnerable age + the responsibility of keeping Tanjiro’s demonic side in check + a burning desire to kill the King of Demons. She’s only been a Demon Slayer for a month maybe and she had already faced a Lower Moon and was just pardoned by the Master for letting a demon live. Sanemi meets her again two months later on the Mugen Train and she’s asking about Fire Breathing, which is suspiciously close to Sun Breathing. She tells him her life story and he realizes how close it is to his own

Then Akaza puts the two of them into the dream realm and they relive their trauma violently. Then Sanemi battles Rui and loses brutally. Then Nezuko screams about how by not letting any civilians die, Sanemi was actually the victor. He calls her over and gives his speech about how even though Nezuko feels like she’s losing everything all over again, she would be okay because she’s a stronger version of Sanemi

Nezuko won’t know what this means until she meets Shizu and Genya

The nuance, the depth of these characters is how similar their trauma is and how one choice changed everything. Nezuko protected Tanjiro from Shinobu and saved him while Sanemi killed Kyogo before realizing his innocence. The theme of Sun, Wind & Ice (Part 1) is the duality of man and living with trauma (which is the overall theme of the entire au) and this is found in all I said above

Of course, not every character has the same story. Inosuke is a foil for Nezuko and Zenitsu because while they lost their families to demons, Inosuke is aware that he has no major loss motivating him and that is his motivator

Douma and Tanjiro are also foils. Tanjiro is a demon who has his human memories and has to chose to fight his primal urges to protect people. Douma is a human raised by demons to be an assassin who chooses to protect the Kibutsuji family for no other reason than he sees them as a safer insurance option (at least that’s what he tells himself)

Rui is a foil for many characters. He’s a foil for Sanemi who refused to join his demon family despite how he grieves for his own. He’s a foil for Nezuko and how spider demons have appeared in nearly all of her major battles and are responsible for some of her trauma. He’s a foil for Shinobu who lost her two sisters to the spider father demon that only Nezuko could kill (and other reasons that would be spoilers to delve into)

Even the two wives/matriarchs of the au are foils. Rei, the Master’s wife, is snarky and witty, unafraid to challenge her husband and present new ideas to him. Then there’s Amane, the wife of the King of Demons. She was raised to be his wife since she was an infant and this is reflected in her stone cold persona and unyielding loyalty to her husband. Similar yet oh so different

There are many more foils in my writing that deserve their own separate essay, but I really hope that this helps explain what you are confused about

[cosmica-galaxy]

hey there, cosmica, how you doin? hope you’re fine. i just wanna drop by and say smt. anyways, this is dally speaking here, pardon for the anon, im a bit uncomfortable bringing up this topic.

i know you mean well, and i know you like my purgatory mode series, and even drew fanart of it, which i appreciate.

but im truly sorry having to go here and telling you that- but i really would like if you could uh- you know, stop associating your god purgy with my series. if that even makes sense. (sorry, english isnt my first language)

again, im really sorry having to burst bubbles. i do appreciate your design on the player, i really do.

but….i think it would be better if you would make her your own player, rather than associating her with my stories, even if you’re inspired by it.

i know you’re changing her backstories and all, but would it be okay if you could also change her name too? perhaps its too much, but i think purgy would pass off as another kind of player rather than just being stuck in purgatory mode series because you got inspired by it. (im sorry if i sound like im bargaining)

i have my personal reasons on why im doing this, and i dont normally do this tbh. its not that because i have a dislike on the god readers troupe, i actually quite enjoy them. ive written some stuff there that are based on my life, and also doing the series as a coping mechanism, as well as other stuff contributing to it.

i know god players are kinda popular here, but i truly dont want my series to be apart of this until im comfortable enough to allow it, or until i write far enough in the pm au to give the ok. even if its your version of purgatory player.

like i said, i appreciate and love your design on purgatory player, but i feel like this is just going too far in the god players au.

i think your purgy can be better off being her own player rather than just a player in purgatory mode au.

as much as i want to allow you to keep her name, im afraid i have to ask you to stop. purgatory mode is more than just another au of saltys self aware au to me, since i kinda add snippets of my struggles here and there- like telling two sides of a story if you squint your eyes really hard.

i really dont want this to be another incident i had to suffer last year. so thats why im here, before things get worse.

if you’re struggling about naming her, i’d be happy to help. just drop by in my inbox anytime even doe it’ll take a long time for me to reply ^^ (dont dm me doe, i get socially awkward in the dms and also uncomfortable)

again, im sorry to come here and ruin your party. i didnt mean it to happen.

-dallyfae

I understand and it's perfectly okay to explain your reasoning and set boundaries.

I've been actually trying to abide by your wishes, as I've been searching through the tags to edit the God!Player stuff and remove your tags from them and even made a post addressing how you felt about it and how I was trying to remedy it, since you desire to not be associated with the God!Players AU. I've even been trying to rename Purgy. I still like the name, but I think it would be fitting to change it. But people already associate the name with my design, so there's going to be some difficulties altering it. I've also been trying to change her backstory to instead become the god of grunt reincarnation rather than purgatory, just to further separate the AU and end most similarities. It's just a habit that I keep calling her Purgy, and she is also now considered an original character to me. As well as making them different and set purely into the God!Player AU, Purgy won't have connections to Purgatory AU anymore. I'll be trying my best to cut the ties and change up the character. So no hard feelings. : )

[plunder-heaven-and-devour-god]

im gonna go full english lit under the cut

I saw measure for measure??? with my local Shakespeare in the Park about  month and a half ago and im mcfucking obsessed with it. So much so that ive tried to find every clip of every film, every show, rehearsal, production, that i can to compare how scenes played out. I even listened to a harvard lecture about it, i’m that far gone. I BOUGHT. A SHIRT. I bought the book with additional notes and discussions because this play is fascinating.

WHY AM I OBSESSED?!

All readings through different lenses are there in full force, fully supported, living side beside with one another. And professors, actors, directors, scholars etc, all seem to congregate on the fact that not one reading is more valid than the other. Theyre so well balanced without ever really given moral answers but merely presented, almost like the Jacobean meaning of the “glass” both a mirror to predict the future and reflect on oneself. And in a post elizabethan age where puritans were outlawing plays and putting stricter holds on licentiousess this play is so close to upsetting the dominant religious force.

And the READINGS! ARE ALL! SO GOOD! There is historicist reading (king James I), Folkloric, Religious, SadoMasochist, Psychosexual, Moral, Feminist, and Capitalistic readings. THEY ALL EXIST SIDE BY SIDE.

And the staging of the play determines how many of these a production can pull together. I think that is why I wanted to see as many scenes are possible. 

I think just the way Angelo and Isabella are played will determine which main reading the play tackles. 

I’ve seen some versions of the interview scenes that are truly horrific acts of sexual violence that made me watch between my fingers. In this the feminist reading can come into full force, the full underline of Angelo as a sexual predator is made prevalent. And the line “and with an outstretched throat i will tell the world what man thou art, Angelo” being present that strong feminist reading IS ALWAYS THERE. (DID I MENTION I LOVE ISABELLA FLAWS AND ALL). The idea that Isabellas voice is the most crucial device in the play is FLOORING.  

The Duke being a nearly godly figure who knows all and manipulates all, Angelo as his emissary becomes like an angel in the process of self corruption, from the inhumane ice he is so dubbed to warmed by the sins he so condemns. And Isabella defending the thing she so hates because it is her brother who commits the sin is the defense of someone who does not truly believe her brother is just. Mercy as justice. To wield power and to use it for mercy is so profound, and she is the only one who carries her ethos through like this to the end ofthe play. I’m not a theologist but so far this is the reading of theologists into the matter.

The version I saw in person he practically throws himself at her feet and it becomes an interplay of the psychosexual and moral. His knees buckle under her touch, it becomes the interaction of repressed sexuality channeled into both law and religion. In the Stratford production Isabella wipes her brow with water out of disgust or heat, no one is sure. it’s left ambivalent. In the one I saw Angelo was made almost comedic and sympathetic, which made ISabellas mercy still feel like an axe coming down upon his head. 

And then characters like Barnadine just using comedy, the genre of the gods as the greeks called it, to dimish law, to put it to shame. To put the godly/playwright Duke in his place.

The folkloric bed switch (which is folklore yes but Im not totally comfortable calling it consensual even tho Angelo is a sexual predator you can bring modern sensibilities to the reading), is indicative of oral traditions that predate shakespeare. The idea that every character must do in this play the thing they most loathe to do.

Claudio fears death so he must die, Isabella must have sex to save a life when she has sworn herself to chastity. Then they both sort of hurt each other, Claudio by asking her to yield herself up to this non consensual sexual coercion of upmost grossness, and isabella by telling him to be happy he will die because there is nothing so painful as being alive (ISABELLA HES AN EXPECTING FATHER). He asks her to do the thing she loathes most in a fit of desperation because the man who loves life must die. And Isabella the woman who “would wear these keen whips as rubies” would have have done anything but sex, tells her brother that living isnt worth it. ITS INTENSE. LIKE WOW.

It’s absolutely no surprise that Isabella and Angelo are my favourite characters in the play. This awful sexual coercion (the degree of violence is dependant on staging which is like holy shit WTF), lives side by side with the fact that they are the two only people whose language, diction, beats, and intelligence matches each other. They both have the same fervor for their moral divisions and hierarchies. The idea of strict testing of morals and faith is in the text. Isabella wishes for harsher, more challenging, and harrowing tests of faith. You can argue as to why, I personally think its for the strengthening of faith and connection to the divine. Meanwhile Angelo is the one setting restrictions for hundreds of thousands of vienna, setting those on other people to strengthen the connection to a higher moral fibre, and I think in some respects faith as well but thats my interpretation. 

Where others live their vices without restrictions, these two set limits for either themselves and/or others to be something more. They are in the way that motif of the “glass” The mirror. In that sense they reflect each other, but they also become each others foil. Which is why I do think a case can be made for the parallels with the psycho sexual and the SadoMasochist readings. Restraints for rewards, the repression on both their parts is there.

I’m not saying that negates the strong feminist reading or in anyway shape or form validates the absolute horror of the coerced sex/rape. I just say that they exist side by side with each other. They are equals in text/language/fervour AND YET they are not because he holds every power over her and her brother. He wants to restrict others where he cannot restrict himself, and Isabella restricts herself in part because she lives in a Vienna full of vice. She has a control over her own self that he proves not to have. And HE has a control over the world of the play that she cant. 

AND YET. SHE IS MARRIED TO THE DUKE. SHE MARRIES INTO PROMINENCE. I don’t love the idea that she does not become a nun, her original want, and is instead coopted by the shitty duke (i am not pro duke sorry). The only upside at the end of the play is that Isabella can, in some measure, have political sway over the masses. Meanwhile Angelos fall and forgiveness put him into a marriage where his vice of coercive sex becomes consummation of a sleeping marriage. IT FEELS LIKE they sort of mirror each other the whole way through the play. ITS WEIRD BECAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH SEXUAL AND POLITICAL INEQUALITY TO THEM. ITs a play full of contradictions which I LOVE BECAUSE IT IS NOT SIMPLE NOT BECAUSE IT IS RIGHT. I do think there is a case to be made that Isabella unwillingly comes face to face with sexuality, his and hers, and its not on terms she wants, but it happens. And you see her struggling to maintain the authority over her own autonomy. But then she has to contemplate sex for herself, “to give up her boy into saucy sweetness, licentiousness, the filthy vices”. What does ISabella do when she comes face to face with her own sexual needs, whatever she may be? We have productions in the Stratford archives from 50 years ago that make an ambiguous case that the meeting of morality and sex might actually do something for her? I DON’T KNOW. The readings keep coming. There is a possiblity for a strong Ace reading for her which no one really touches on. 

ON A LIGHTER NOTE

This play has my favourite sexual innuendo. When theyre like “WHAT DID CLAUDIO DO?”

“Her?”

“no! What did he do to get taken away by the provost”

“HIS GIRLFRIEND.” 

(god and isnt it nuts that the first man on the scaffold for unlawful fornication IS IN A CONSENSUAL LOVING RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND, A BOND AND CRIME THAT THE LAW (ANGELO) HAVE DEEMED IMMORAL. YET THE LAW (ANGELO) WOULD HAVE IT PARDONNED BY A NON CONSENSUAL SEX FOR EXECUTION PARDON. THE MASK OF MORALITY OF ANGELO. JFC HES SO FUCKED, like hes AWFUL, because he ends up sending claudio to death after he thinks hes had sex with isabella. LIKE WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT ND YET STILL WEARS THE LAW AS HIS MASK AFTER THE ANGEL HAS FALLEN. ITS COMPLEX AND I LOVE IT)

God and just…the sex jokes, the black comedy of barnadine right next to the high shooting morals of angelo, isabella, and mariana (another complex af character. The 1976 version certainly makes a psychosexual explanation out of that, which im not sure i enjoy. Again the psychosexual has its limits in a play about sexual coercion and rape)

AND THE FACT THAT MERCY IS WHAT SETS YOU FREE, LIKE PROSPERO FORGIVING HIS ENEMIES, ISABELLA FORGIVING ANGELO IS A HERCULEAN FEAT, IT FEELS CLOSE TO GODLINESS IDK MAN. AND I UNDERSTAND WHY SHE TELLS HER BROTHER NO I WONT SLEEP WITH HIM FOR YOUR LIFE BECAUSE ITS RAPE, BUT THEN IS LIKE BE GLAD BEING ALIVE IS SHITTY ANYWAYS. Im like? ISABELLA? WHAT?! ISabella does not know about herself that she can be desired because GOD DOES IT TAKE HER A WHILE TO UNDERSTAND ANGELOS MEANING, and yet shes got such a force for words. I find it hard to think being married to the duke that she wont have some power. 

And the exchange of Angelo and Isabella in the second interview.

-His moral stance on unlawful fornication starts with abortive language, the harsh restrictions but DEVOLVES INTO THE SEXUAL WITH THE INTELLECTUAL DICTION, It becomes a mirror of himself until he is explicit of what he wants from her. (OH GOD TRULY HE GIVES ME NAUSEOUS AND YET THE ONE IN THE PLAY I SAW HE WAS ENTHRALLING I HATE THE RANGE OF THINGS ANGELO CAN MAKE ME FEEL). His mask of morality is slowly removed

-ISABELLA must argue on behalf of her brother, believing in restrictions of the kid angelo speaks of, they believe in restraining oneself to achieve a higher form of being, and yet has to straight up defend something she hates because she loves her brother. And ANGELO CAN SEE IT. I WISH THERE WAS AN AFTERMATH WHERE WE SEE HER USING HER INTELLECT AND WORDS FOR HER ENDS. 

I truly think the second interview scene is one of the best exchanges Billy Shakes wrote. Because it ENDS LIKE THAT. GOD the david tennant one is chilling, the oregon shakespeare festival one is fucked. The 1976 which is the most psychosexual was so intensely disturbing that the Angelo got applause for it. IDK What that means and im too scared to ask. Idk how the RSC managed because youtbe doesnt show me that. The Repurcussion theatre was the most varied array of contradictions for angelo instead of just corrupt judge. It literally is all the shakespeare villains that do the most heinous things that Im like THATS MY FAVE. Iago was just RACISM/Sociopath and fifteen year old me was like YES HIM. I mean Richard III is bad but hes fun. ANGELO AT THE BEST IS A SEXUAL PREDATOR AND YET IM STILL LIKE WOW HOW COMPLEX ALSO THE ACTOR WAS SO GOOD LOOKING AND PLAYING UP THE BDSM BOTTOM ANGLE I WAS GONE. 

And the Isabellas go from wilting lily, to some sort of quiet and reserved girl, and the one i saw was literally “she is tiny but fierce” like her voice was really forceful and i thought it was amazing. 

THIS PLAY IS FUCKED WHEN IT COMES TO THESE READINGS LIVING SIDE BY SIDE BUT BOY IS THIS INTERESTING. 

if you made it this far wow holy shit. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[imagine-something-fun]

You know what's ironic? I know fall out boy like a 2 years now but i was too scared to listen to them because i thought they where all really hardcore and stuff.

[safeyoutuber]

pardon my asking i dont want to sound rude but is english not your first language? if it isnt im curious about what is :0

My first laugaune is English, but my middle school’s teachers was all usless.

[cuteandtwisted]

Listen, i honstly think iwdia is one of those sick works. Truly. Its like this cliché ideas that you think "oh, i know how its gonna end" but it isnt! Its so full of possibilities! Its very different and youve prooved that with a plot twist since chapter 1. Everything about this universe is cool! And i can see soo many things happenjng thats just background drama. How cool is that. (1)

And literaly evERYONE cares about isak, even now that hes still on his shell. I can feel your mother side in every character taking care of isak ♥ Im so hipped for this! Ive been ready my whole life! Like the jodel thing(??) Ive never seen anyone use that element. Realistic af, just like Julie. I really havent been this excited about a concept of yours since wake up (the first&only fic thats made me cry so far) (2)

Idk like i know you never dissapoint and seem to always come stronger than ever, but this is some next level shit imo. And /pardon my french/ and language D: english isnt my first language. Klems fra Ofelia (3)

ofelia ofelia ofelia. ilyyy 💛 You’re the first person who always left me the most encouraging comments in all my verses and sent me songs every day and just showed me so much support. ily to the moon and back and the postcard you sent me is on my wall 💛💛 

thank you for being here for this and I’m sending you the warmest hugs. Stay tuned!! ilyyyyyy

[avatar-of-procrastination]

LATE NIGHT TALKING

@harrysfolklore posted a wonderful insta!au series of babysitter!yn. I am absolutely in love with it and decided to write a fic based on it. Please read her fic and show it some love!

Warnings: none! Its pure fluff <3

A.N: its been so long since I posted and I apologize. Life's been a bitch. It was overwhelming but I managed to write this short fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Standing in the bustling crowd, jumping to beats of "Cherry", you were sure you reached the pinnacle point of your life. Taking the job offer to babysit your cousins kid was perhaps the best thing you did. It brought you closer to your cousin and her husband, and also introduced you to one of the sweetest person on the planet. Harry freaking Styles. 

You felt your heart warm up immensely as you saw him singing his heart out. You bobbed your head to the music and let yourself free. Harry always made you comfortable. The way he looked at you, eyes filled with utmost adoration, you were sure you'd never felt so valued before.

After the last act, you pushed your way backstage and threw yourself at him, not caring for how sweaty he was.

"You were amazing, darling." You whispered as you laced your arms around his neck. He smiled down at you and nuzzled his face into the crook of you neck. He let out a content sigh, completely relaxing in your arms. The two of you stayed in each others embrace until someone coughed from behind you and whisked Harry away to the dressing room. 

You, too, hopped into your private changing room and changed into a more comfortable outfit and met Harry by the black SUV where he was talking to Sarah and Mitch. Sarah hugged you tightly and thanked you profusely for being there for her and her son. Mitch joined in on the hug and made sure to let you know just how much they appreciated you.

You smiled shyly and waved off their compliments. Harry looked at you lovingly and snuck an arm around your waist. Sarah smirked at Harry and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Well, we don't wanna keep the two lovebirds waiting!" She squealed before walking off with Mitch. 

You leaned further into Harry and rested your head on his shoulder. He hummed at the action and guided you into the car that awaited you. 

Once inside, Harry turned om the car and started driving. 

"You know, I've been working on a few songs." He looked at you sideways.

"Mhm!" You replied. You had seen him scribble away words on random peices of papers constantly. 

"Well, a few are dedicated to you. And I was wondering if you would want to listen to a rough draft of one?" He asked hopefully.

"Oh my!" Was all you could muster out. Dating the superlovable-dork of a Rockstar was one thing. But him writing songs about you? You were pretty sure your internal system had shut down.

"Love? Are you alright?" Harry asked, worried.

"No!! Um.. I mean, I'm fine. I..." 

"Its okay. You don't have to listen to it. Its fine."

"No, Harry. I want to. I was just shocked that you'd even consider me as a muse."

"Well, we have been dating for a while and I'm pretty sure you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You complete me, love. In the best possible way."

"Oh, Harry" you exclaimed and kissed his cheek. He smiled happily and pressed play on the stereo.

"Things haven't been quite the same There's a haze on the horizon, babe It's only been a couple of days And I miss you, mm, yeah"

There wasn't any music. It was basically Harry humming the words, accompanied by the sound of ruffling of papers. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his voice. As the song came to an end, you looked over at him. He had stopped the car and was looking intently at you.

"We've been doin' all this late night talkin' 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin' Now you're in my life I can't get you off my mind"

You were awestruck. A million emotions flooded you and all you could do was cry happy tears. Harry hugged you tightly.

"I love it so much. Its... overwhelming."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kissed you lovingly. You placed you hands on his cheek and deepened te kiss, coming apart to catch your breath. Harry looked into your eyes lovingly.

A security guard knocked on the window, causing you guys to jump apart. Harry scowled at the man before getting out of the car and leading you into the main halls of the local art gallery. You loved art and were waiting to get a chance to visit this one. You looked over in surprise and Harry simple smiled, nervously. He led you into the main hall which had an immaculate painting of two interlaced swans.

Gulping lightly, Harry turned towards you. 

"The song I played before? I mean every word of it, babe. I'd follow you to the ends of the world, without blinking an eye. Everyday I constantly find myself doing stuff to see you smile. Its the most precious thing in the world. I'll help you through all the highs and lows of your life if you'd let me. Would you, the love of my life, make me the most damn luckiest man in the world and marry me?" He bent down on one knee and opened a small black velvet box, with the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen.

You were ecstatic at the act. Your mind went on overdrive and you found yourself imagining a life with Harry as your husband. You nodded excitedly, unable to form coherent words, tears streaming down your face. Harry slipped the ring into your finger and kissed you passionately. Pulling apart, you saw tears in his eyes.

"Here's to more late night takings"

[accidental-memory]

A timeline of every original Facebook post I’ve made that uses the word “war.”

== 15.March.2012 ==

Complete nonsequitor, but the next time someone says that there is a war on Christmas, I will gladly point out that we didn't start this war but we're winning it.

== 29.March.2012 ==

I would like to put something in context. I was a 9/11 Truther for a period of about two months. During that two month stint, I thought that there was sufficient documentation and evidence to point the finger squarely at the US government and say, "You did this; you killed thousands of your own citizens to bolster support for war." And at that time, the thought of someone being willing to go to those lengths to get what they wanted was the most dispicable thing I had ever heard.

Obviously since then I have read, listened to, and watched the evidence provided by the scientific community that soundly trounces the conspiratorial claims of the Truthers and of the awful Zeitgeist film.

And this document is possibly the most disgusting thing I have seen since that brief two month period.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZ8A9h_mVOY&fbclid=IwAR0itZxA-byAw-wyG5S46IjaXIRgYDEqZTTBchcbyqM9DuVgHh8yJE6_IYQ

== 25.November.2014 ==

[referencing the Wilson trial in Ferguson, MO]

The more I read about the trial the more I am getting angry. The prosecutor should be ashamed of himself for the lack of his ability to pursue even the most basic of interrogatory points.

So much of Wilson's testimony, esp. that which came from immediately following the incident, smacks of stereotypical cop cover-up language -- the "I thought he might have a gun" trope is used as soon as possible.

The explanation that "concentrated marijuana" could have caused Brown to be aggressive is laughably founded only in drug-war-era fearmongering, rather than evidence.

Though I am still presently of the opinion that Wilson is not guilty of out-and-out murder (manslaughter more like?), and that opinion may yet change, there's plenty more he may be guilty of -- perjury, to start with.

Regardless of any of that, there is nothing here that says to me that there is a "lack of evidence" to indict Wilson. I think that he should go to trial.

I did my best to withhold my own judgment of the situation until I had a lot more facts. This is what I've come to, based on the information I now have.

== 12.November.2015 ==

Russia: "Whoops look at that we have a gigantic nuclear torpedo specifically designed to wipe out coastal cities. We're *so* sorry, we totally didn't mean to scare the world."

Me: "Meh what's the difference? If a nuke is used in a war these days the world ends so I just don't care if you've come up with another one."

== 11.March.2016 ==

http://www.politico.com/blogs/2016-gop-primary-live-updates-and-results/2016/03/donald-trump-mexico-isnt-war-220497?cmpid=sf&fbclid=IwAR3lvGaRjPDi9E-FBCDIM9eCfydHoL33e2ER-NUQh5-P8f3t_AqhZj83ze8

So if you can't get Mexico to willingly build this wall for us, or pay for it, then you'll, what, strongarm the entire country with the threat of military action? Hold an entire country at gunpoint so it'll do your bidding? Wow. If that's how you'll treat Mexico, I can only imagine how you'll treat the US. Apparently that's what a "revitalized military" means to Trump. If the parallels between his foreign and domestic policies and Hitler's aren't clear at this point, then you're not listening.

But Trump is right. Mexico won't play at the idea of war with the US. But I'll bet NATO will.

== 20.October.2016 ==

[a big rightwing stink about Clinton referencing the nuclear response time of the United States during her debate with Trump]

Just read an article trying to peg Clinton with revealing classified information during the debate about our nuclear response time. Let me quote the second to last sentence:

"This four-minute figure may be 'out there,' but it's certainly alarming how casually Hillary Clinton talks about sensitive matters of national security."

... So, it's not a secret? In fact, most documentaries about nuclear warfare and the cold war talk about it? You can learn it from a Google search? It's not a secret about our national security at all? Huh! Imagine that. So then why the hell did you feel the need to make the article at all?

== 23.February.2017 ==

BTW if there's any question on what the war on drugs is about, look at the resurgence in the use of private prisons by the DOJ coming hand-in-hand with the White House telling feds to start going after marijuana in states that don't treat it as a crime.

I'm not one for self-promotion??? but spread this shit. Make it front and center. Make this as naked an issue as you can; there's no covering this.

== 30.July.2017 ==

[a man from the Danny Wright Show on 97.7 The River, holding up a sign that reads, "Tell me the first major news story you remember as a kid!"]

For me, it was about the burning oil fields in Kuwait during the Gulf War. I know there are other things I saw, with Reagan and George HW Bush and the Olympics on TV, but I don't remember those stories.

Beyond that one, it was "Read My Lips: No New Taxes"

== 22.August.2017 ==

Anyone else unsurprised about Trump actively seeking wars? He is probing one country after another seeing which country he could attack and get away with it. The reason that he's not attacking North Korea RIGHT THIS INSTANT is because China has said emphatically that if we attack first then China will declare war with us, and that's not a war we want. So now he's trying out Venezuela. And Afghanistan.

Because he's unpopular and needs a war.

== 06.December.2017 ==

Using English, a language that has multiple ways of being interpreted and whose words' meanings change with usage, as the means by which one writes laws, is irresponsible. It leads to the intent of a law or constitutional amendment being lost to the change of linguistic interpretation.

"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed."

Let's talk about just how many ways you can read this.

"A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State" -- What's a well-regulated militia? It was originally intended and interpreted as state militias. What are those militias for? "The security of a free State." State as in, the states? State as in, the nation (as the word is sometimes used)? A free state as in, a condition of freedom? Which one? The original intention, again, was for state-run militias (in other words, as part of state government) to be able to hold up arms in defense of themselves from the federal government, other state governments, or foreign governments. Imagine Virginia declaring war with Maryland to get an idea of exactly what kind of thing the founding fathers had in mind there. "The right of the people to keep and bear arms" -- in the context of the rest of the statement, the very clear meaning is that the people in question are those who are defending the state. It's now taken out of its context to apply to people generally, which is not even remotely what the original intention was. It's also used to support the idea of private militias, because if it's a militia then it must be well-regulated (which for some reason people now interpret to mean "it's got rules it follows, even if those rules are its own rules" despite regulations really being about the way the state regulates the militia). "Shall not be infringed" is referring to those standing state militias being free to operate without being impinged upon by federal oversight or regulation; but now it is interpreted to mean that any regulation by any government body is unconstitutional and private citizens should be able to own hand grenades and 50-cal sniper rifles.

The constitution, from the ground-up, should be rewritten with original intent in a more logically-aligned language that is not subject to reinterpretation due to the changing usage of a particular word or the changing grammatical syntax of a dialect.

== 12.December.2017 ==

So, you know how when a shitty person gets called out for doing something bad but there's no direct/immediate confirmation of it, so they create a story that contradicts the accusation? Like, "I don't cheat on my wife! In fact, this one time, my friend Steve several years ago was talking to me about how he wanted to cheat on his wife and I talked him out of it because I'm so upstanding!"

Apparently, yesterday, someone talked about "accidentally" going to a brothel in Vietnam during the war, with Roy Moore, where there were child prostitutes, and Moore, being the "upstanding" individual he is, got out of there.

Yawn.

== 06.June.2018 ==

Prediction: Trump will, in fact, try to pardon himself. He will remain in office as long as he physically can, shouting decrees and making unsound arguments as to why his orders should be followed. And it will be up to the judgment of not Congress, not the Courts, but the military, to forcibly remove him. And it will be the start of a war.

The military will split between the faction that primarily heads the Pentagon that views it as upholding the constitution, and the faction that is in power due to Trump's administration that views (read: sells) it as a military coup.

Trump will call the entire thing a coup attempt led by his leftist enemies and he will attempt to muster a military presence to enforce his position as president. This would be our Reichstag Fire moment, and those loyal to their assumed leader will stand in arms against those in the Pentagon that wish to enforce the Constitution. The man who enters the power vacuum of the legitimate presidency will be Mike Pence who, aside from now being the man in power, has no reason to not back Trump's assertions -- maybe even lending him a ... oh, I don't know, a chancellery position or something?

== 08.June.2018 ==

The single wildest thing I've ever heard is, "This war criminal deserves deference because he's extremely old." (see: Kissinger)

== 02.March.2019 ==

1 second is enough time to land two, maybe three, footfalls while jogging.

10 seconds is about how long it takes to wash a dinner plate.

100 seconds is enough time to read two pages in a typical paperback book. Or, if you're me, one page.

1000 seconds is the driving time from the Poplar Street Bridge to Lambert Airport.

10,000 seconds is the length of time most people work before they go to lunch.

100,000 seconds is longer than it would take to travel by plane from St. Louis to Australia.

1,000,000 seconds is longer than the duration of the Apollo 16 space mission.

10,000,000 seconds is an entire season of television.

100,000,000 seconds is how long ago Deadpool came out (note: it is presently March of 2019).

1,000,000,000 seconds is the length of time between the start of World War I and the end of World War II.

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11 - with steven grant please <3

11. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” “It’s ok. We’ll figure it out - together.”

I'm so sorry this is so short >_<

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

You entered the dingy flat, discarded your shoes and coat and ran straight to the bedroom. You had dropped all your meetings scheduled for the evening and rushed to your boyfriend's apartment as soon as you heard his wavering voice from the other side of the phone. You walked into the bedroom, finding him curled up in himself and hugging himself tightly.

You walked forwards and wrapped your arms around his shoulders tightly. You could feel him shake beneath you.

"Oh baby. What happened?"

Steven sniffled and ran a finger through his hair and told you all that happend. How he saw a person in the mirror, how he was surrounded by menacing men, how he nearly shit his pants at the sight of a large creature. 

"I think I'm going mad, Y/N. I keep seeing stuff and I-" Steven faltered and sobbed violently. Your heart clutched at the plight of the man in front of you. He seemed so hurt. You wanted to hug him and tell him the truth. Let him know that he wasn't going crazy. But you had made a deal. 

"Hey. Hey. Look at me. Come on." You turned him towards you.

"You're not going mad, Stevie. It's-"

"No I really am. Today was bonkers. I saw a rabid dog in the museum. He chased after me. I was scared shitless. And now I think I made that all up because obviously that cant be true." He rambled on.

You looked at him, guilt and sympathy boiling in your heart. You placed a hand onto his cheek and touched your foreheads together.

"I don't know whats wrong with me." Steven whispered through his sobs. 

"It's okay, my love. We'll figure this out. Together." 

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07 and 16 + duke leto atreides (dune) please!!

Congratulations for reaching 200 followers Alice!!!! I hope you are well and okay wherever you are bestie!! 🥹🫶🏼

Tysm bestie 🥺💕 Hope both sides of your pillow are cold and you have the best dreams of Oscar Isaac 💚

You released the inner whore in me with these prompts fr 😂

Prompts : 7. How would you feel about spending the day in bed?

16. Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?

Warnings : 18+ content below the cut, light smut, dom/sub behaviours, spanking (not expicit), allusions to sex, teasing. Not proofread

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)

Being married to a Duke meant that you had to maintain a certain sense of decency and decorum at all times. You were always under scrutiny by the council members (who were not exactly satisfied at your alliance with Duke Leto) and even the citizens of House Atreides. You were always expected to walk, talk and eat a certain way. Which is why you were over the moon when Leto approached you with the idea for an escape. A vacation.

You practically squealed when he informed you of the offer. Your excitement died down when you realized that there would be protection and council members there too. Leto noticed your deflated mood and informed you that absolutely no one would be there except the two of you. Dr. Yueh ordered him to take some time off. 

"Who will take care of the country?" You asked. House Atreides would be left defenseless without the Duke.

"Paul will take care. He will be acting in charge. Besides, Duncan and Gurney will be there to help him. Jessica will make sure the palace doesn't burn down."

You were elated at the news. You turned to check if anyone was around and pressed your onto lips to Leto's warm ones. His hands snaked down your waist and deepened the kiss. The sounds of footsteps approaching sprung you guys apart amd you smoothed your dress in an attempt to look inconspicuous. 

Duncan walked into the hallway and noticed how flustered you were and understood. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and bid farewell to them before retiring to your room.

'Just a few more days and Leto's gonna be all mine'

You breathed in a breath of fresh air, the salty sea scent filling your nostrils. 5 painfully long days later, you were finally away from the palace and corsets. Clothed in just a shirt from Leto's bag, you stood at the balcony, enjoying the view.

Leto emerged from the shower, his curls damp and sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water tricked down his perfectly toned chest. Your mouth watered at the sight and he smirked at you. He licked his lips slowly and walked towards you. You saw him move like a predator about to catch his prey and formulated a quick plan. One that was sure to get you the best sex of your life. 

You let him tower over you, ans you stood up on your toes. He leaned down, his hit breath fanning over your lips. You placed your palms on his cheeks and brought them lower, almost touching your lips. He crashed them onto yours, eliciting a moan out of you. You weren't sure if you would be able to go through with the rest of the plan at this rate.

He pulled you flush against his still wet chest and deepened the kiss. You dropped you hands to his biceps and squeezed the firm muscles. You slowly trailed them down, to his abdomen and brushed your fingers above his towel. Leto shuddered and you took it as a distraction, allowing you to move away from him.

He looked at you in confusion as you walked to the bathroom door, swaying your hips teasingly, the bottom part of his shirt riding up your bare ass.

"I'm gonna go take a shower. Wouldn't want to miss the wonderful breakfast lined outside." You whispered and closed the bathroom door. 

You heard Leto grunt as he tried to open the door. 

"Do you think I’m messing around? Do you really think I won’t punish you?”

You clenched your thighs as you heard his threat. It took all of your will power to drag yourself to the shower and wash yourself of the dirt and grime of the travel. 

"If you touch yourself in there, you've had it. I swear to all the gods above, (Y/N)."

You turned off the shower and quickly tied the bathrobe around you. You knew better than teasing him any longer. You both were waiting for this vacation for a long time.

You opened the door and found him glaring at you. You gulped and walked out. Leto turned around and walked to the bed at sat at the edge of it.

"Strip." He ordered. 

Excitement buzzed through you as you slowly pulled the robe off you. The cold air hardened your nipples and Leto turned a lusty look at you. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. You obliged and raised your ass higher up as you lay sideways on his lap.

One. Two. Three smacks later he pulled you up roughly.

"That's what naughty girls get. You're lucky i'm in a good mood, otherwise I wouldn't have fucked you at all today." 

You grinned at him. "I promise to be a good girl, Sir. Your good girl."

Safe to say, you were right about it being the best sex of your life. You guys went at it like wild rabbits. Leto stopped only after he made you cum 10 times. You were exhausted but infinitely satisfied. 

Leto pulled you up, bridal-style and took you to the bathroom. He washed you up, leaving tender kisses along your body. You sighed in content and leaned back into his warm body.

Turning off the shower, he dried you up and gave you one of his shirt to wear. You pulled him onto the bed and wrapped an arm around his chest, snuggling further into him.

"How would you feel about spending the day in bed?” Leto whispered above you.

"Hmm. I think I'd love that."

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I've been getting obsessed with the new Calvin Harris song "Potion". So I have this idea of the moonboys and the reader dancing VERY sensually to this while they strip their clothes very slowly and teasing each other and mumbling some of the lyrics.

Hey! Tysm for the req and I'm so sorry this took so damn long to write. I made this a Marc x Reader because the story flowed easier then . Hope you dont mind!

Also, this is the first time I'm writing smut/something spicy so reviews are greatly appreciated <33

Warnings : suggestive material, make out, light smut? THIS HAS 18+ CONTENT BELOW THE CUT

(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine)

POTIONS

You stumbled into the living room and immediately felt yourself being pushed against the wall. Marc let his hands roam all over you. He brought his hands up your exposed arms, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. You moaned lightly and brought your own hands to his perfectly toned chest. He cupped your face and kissed you roughly and sloppily. The alcohol in his veins fueled his lust and he let his tongue devour you. He pulled apart, much to your displeasure and picked you up effortlessly. He carried you to the sofa and laid you down before going down on you again.

You let out a loud moan as he nipped the sweet spot just below your ear. In your daze you extended your arm above your head and accidentally knocked on the speaker on the table which resumed the latest song you played. Marc briefly stopped his ministrations when he heard the sound and smirked when he recognized the song playing. 

The sultry music caused him to crawl on top of you, slowly and he traced a finger from your wet lips, down to your cleavage. You shuddered, the actions getting you unnaturally horny. You attempted to guide Marc to where you wanted him the most but one look at him and you knew you had absolutely no power. The night belonged to him and he was just getting started. 

In the whip on a Tuesday night, got the music high And you by my si-i-ide, si-i-ide Top down and the moon is high and the mood is right And you're by my si-i-ide, si-i-ide, yeah

He slowly removed the straps of your dress, guiding them down your shoulder, teasingly slow. He kissed your collarbones, and made way to your chest, which was now heaving up and down.

He pulled the dress all the way down and admired at your naked body, writing for him. All for him.

Late night conversations Electric emotions Sprinkled with a little bit of sex And it's a potion, yeah

He shifted you so that you lay comfortably on the sofa while he straddled you. He then slowly, pulled off his jacket and tossed them to the side. He unbuttoned the top few buttons with his eyes boring into yours. You wanted to rip the shirt off of him but you knew better than that. So you tried to press your legs closer together to relieve yourself because man that gay gave a good strip tease. 

Marc tsked at your action and brought himself closer to you, spreading your legs wider. He pulled out the rest of his shirt and crawled back on top of you. 

You stared at his sculpted chest, the well toned abs now covered with a thin layer of sweat. 

Late night, bodies achin' Mental stimulation Sprinkled with a little bit of sex appeal And it's a moment, yeah, yeah

He smashed his lips onto yours, eliciting the most pornographic moan out of you. He brought his hands to your thighs and traced patterns tantalizingly close to your core. You brought your own hands into his hair and tugged at it, just the way he liked it. He let out a shuddered breath and finally delved into you, the both of you groaning at the pleasure.

You were lost in the pleasure of him filling you as you moaned his name again and again like a mantra. Your sensuous chanting of his name and the pent up frustrations caused you both to reach euphoria. 

Panting, Marc rode you both from your high and landed on top of you while you smelt in his scent. You smirked at his actions and used his momentary disorientation to flip him under you.

Sprinkled with a little bit of sex And it's a potion, yeah Sprinkled with a little bit of sex appeal And it's a moment, yeah

"My turn now."

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