#sibilance speaks
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This has been absolutely delightful to watch. Those poor, poor REDs, scrambling along to pick up the mess we've made. I'd say our doctor has outdone himself once again!
If my neck wasn't killing me I'd be right there with him, thinking about who's phone would be the most entertaining to take...
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mamascout · 2 days ago
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Merry Smissmas!!! I bet you’re gonna have a great with the family??
Oh of course!! The boys are actually playing some board games while Spy and I are in the kitchen working on dinner together!
@very-accomplished-backstabber
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Thank you for the formal invite! I missed this as the phone wasn't with me for a while, as you are aware. A proper acknowledgement is due, it was a good time.
And do not worry about my lack of sleep, the night before the end of ceasefire always has me up. It hasn't affected my ability before, and it won't now.
@dr-d-of-team-blu @bubbles-and-sparks @very-accomplished-backstabber @the-tartan-spartan @big-gun-lover
Are we going into town soon? I want to get there before the cafes and bakeries close! I asked everyone else if they want to go, and I got everyone on board except for scout. He spent too much time outside and now he doesn't want to go into town since he's "too cold".
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spkyart · 3 months ago
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out of the nest
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Hiya Spy, how have you been? It's been a while hasn't it
(Ooc: I love your art style!!!!)
Mon petit chou-fleur... It has been some time! You know how it is, teasing the enemies and all before giving them a good stab! And how are you, madamoiselle?
(Ooc: Tysm!!! I think this art style really fits Spy cx)
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aliettali · 3 months ago
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favorite word?
ouggghh.... sinuous
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I never got to properly thank you over mobile. This looks wonderful! I appreciate it.
If you need anything let us know. I know you are not in the right headspace now.
I drew @very-accomplished-backstabber to say thank you for saving me last night when I was trapped in Engi’s workshop!👀✨
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svampira · 5 months ago
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does Elias have siblings? :)
He does! He has two older half sibilings (brother and sister) his father had in his first marriage who are around 20 years older than him, and a little brother who's 13 years younger (same mom same dad). Very awkward and tense relationship with his older sibilings, but he and his little brother had a really strong bond (mostly his brother being glued to him and trying to copy everything he does. Wahhhh)
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yell0wrabb1t · 10 months ago
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no thoughts, nothing going inside my brain but henry emily, the afton kids and the mci kids (no one could ever understand how much they, on a conceptual level. Mean to me, they are all peacefully at rest and if they are not, they are still fighting and winning. idgaf about what canon will do)
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pennyserenade · 1 year ago
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there’s this other guy at my work who’s half latino but raised by white people and i love talking to him (in a platonic way). it’s like yeah this shit is crazy isn’t it
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Hello, Sniper. So you're finally here! Welcome
@builders-league-patriot, @the-tartan-spartan, @beecave-blues, @bubbles-and-sparks, @big-gun-lover, @dr-d-of-team-blu, @boston-basher-batter
That you, mates? So many people on this bloody website... No idea what the hell I'm doin.
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woodsteingirl · 1 year ago
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phillipa soo loves to turn ʤ (voiced palato-alveolar sibilant affricate) into ʐ (voiced retroflex sibilant fricative) you can hear this when she says besieged in what do the simple folk do….
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shotmrmiller · 6 months ago
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size difference where the one afraid to fuck you is simon. he thinks you soft. which is what you are. soft. fragile. small.
you're not like him. nothing like the guys. battle-scarred. muscles carved by relentless missions, scars that speak of duty.
your skin divots under his fingers, yielding to his weathered touch and if he squeezes hard enough, you'll have marks by morning. (he needs to be careful, he can't hurt you, won't—)
and so simon watches you touch yourself in the beginning, clever fingers swirling over your slippery clit with practiced movements even though his cock is straining against his trousers painfully. he can hear you mewl his name through bitten lips and it takes all of his self control to not tug his jeans off, slot himself between your spread, inviting thighs and push— stretch open your fluttering walls, so hot and slick, until he meets resistance, until he can push no more but—
he can't. you'd hurt. and he'd hurt because he hurt you. he won't.
after, when your eyes are heavy lidded, mouth slightly parted in exertion, you remind him that you aren't made of glass. that you won't break. you'll shatter— in the way you do when his tongue replaces your fingers— but not break.
"not a virgin either, for christ's sake," you groan.
maybe he's thinking too hard about it. he knows your teeth have edges, knows your bite is swift when deserved. but all he's truly good at is making things give. biology made it so with his bulky frame and raw mass.
his eyes trace the contour of your collarbone. delicate. then it darts to the pulse on your wrist. vital. his hands, the size of dinner plates don't coax. they demand. he'd snap you like a twig, leaving nothing but splintered remains in his wake.
you don't seem to mind, however. it slightly alarms him. where's your self-preservation? do you enjoy pain? is this some masochistic thing?
he looks at you, all glassy eyed and dewy skinned (ethereal; you're practically glowing under the soft light of the full moon that paints the room silver) and he thinks of how it's going to take work to make it work. his cock is large (he's seen the guys' eyes pop out of their heads in the showers once they caught a glimpse of what's between his legs) but you're persistent in the end. one too many nights of having him without having him.
he understands. simon knows better than most what it's like to yearn. to want and not have. he'd cause you pain by not giving in, and cause pain by giving in. damned if he does, damned if he doesn't.
so he caves. promises to go slow. careful.
"i can take it," you bravely say but he's barely pressing himself to your entrance and you're already making noises that tug at his pathetic little heart. the way your teeth sink into your bottom lip-- you look so pretty, how'd a twisted creature like him get someone like you to come home to-- as his cock fills you has him feeling lightheaded. it takes every ounce of self control to not sink into your heat, to hook your legs around his thick waist and let gravity do the rest.
an unsteady hand weaves its way down to your stuffed cunt, fingers splitting into a vee, feeling how he splits your puffy lips, and the view makes him buck his hips involuntarily.
his hands tighten around your calves when you keen, a high pitched noise that swells the lust he feels burning white hot at the base of his spine, tips of his fingers, deep within his loins. he feels ready to burst.
and he's only halfway in.
your voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. "m-more, simon, c'mon," the n is low and drawn out.
his fingers bite into your flesh as he pushes slow, oh so slowly, until your vise-like cunt envelops him completely. the sibilant hiss you let out makes his hair stand on end. (shame pricks at his nerves like a thousand tiny needles when his cock twitches at the sound of your slightly pained moans)
simon doesn't move, feeling your swollen walls around his cock ripple, tighten and slacken, like it's got a pulse of its own. he could be here, in you, cock deep in paradise for the rest of time.
"fuck me," you warble out, hand rubbing your swollen clit to well up the pleasure that's being smothered by the searing pang of discomfort.
when simon cants his hips back, he watches his cock come out of you, glistening with slick. his jaw aches from how hard he's clenching it. control. got to keep it slow, gentle. slow, simon, slow, slow--
"harder."
he feels the sudden sharp sting of your nails and jerks forward in surprise, filling you completely in one fast movement.
your moan this time is needy, thick with want, arousal dripping from your voice as it does your pussy, coating him in creamy white, a frothy ring at the root.
simon can see the barest of bumps below your navel, or maybe he's seeing things, your hot cunt putting him in a state of delirium but the way you take all of his cock and continue to beg for more, beg him to fuck you like he means it even though he's twice if not thrice your size well...
you'll just have to forgive him on the finger-shaped bruises they're going to be on your body after.
(you'd looked so cheeky before he flipped you onto your knees, grabbing onto your delicate neck like a lifeline as he pulled your hips to meet his. you'd taken him easier here, cunt sodden with slick but the angle had him reaching a devastating depth no one else could ever dream of reaching and even though it'd sprung tears to the corners of your eyes at the pinch, "mama ain't raise no bitch.")
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*She wanders up to spy with a smirk. Suddenly she grabbed the front of his suit and kisses him passionately. She pulled away so he could breath*
Hi honey~
Ohoho~ Hello, mon petit chou fleur... You charmer you. I'll have to get a new tie if you keep tugging them like that.
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Welcome, doctor. It's been quite entertaining watching RED so confused, truly. I could almost call you the master of disguise here if that title didn't already belong to me...
Hallo, and let me introduce myself. I am Dr Degenhardt, and I am the Medic at Builders League United. I did not steal the RED Heavy's cellular device, I simply found it after he lost it.
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bunicate · 10 months ago
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⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𐙚 ₊˚ warnings ꒱ྀི minor pregnancy and daddy kink. breeding. sasuke being kinda mean :p ノ wc ꒱ 1.1k ノ 18+
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“noisy woman .”
he’s grumbling and muttering under his breath in annoyance. other than the meeting of sweat-slicken skin, there’s your pitiful cries that make his cock twitch regrettably. you’re pretty — far too cute of a shinobi even at your sloppiest.
a sibilant sound gets wrangled from his mouth at the subtle squeeze of your wet cunt, disrupting the steady momentum of his hips.
��shit.”
sasuke breathes out huffs of hot air, goosebumps rising on your heated skin. your mind is hazy, full of the thought of his thighs pressing stickily against your ass.
his strong hands plant themselves behind your knees, pushing them on either sides of your head.
“hnn— sasukeeeeeee.”
your eyes cross and your vision blurs. the sight sends blood straight to his throbbing sac, throwing the shinobi off. he staggers, causing his to cock slip out of your wet cunt and you cry at the emptiness. 
“n-nooo.”
your sharp pink nails dig into his skin, desperate to feel more of him.
he sucks his teeth. “would you calm down ?”
he pulls your hand away, and you let it fall against your forehead. your chest raises in anticipation, sweat dripping down the slopes of your breasts. he lines his fat head with your pussy, but god, your folds . . . they’re thick and fat, covering the very hole that he needs to bury himself in.
a trail of spit splats against your center. he couldn’t help it. your pussy is already doused in his cream and your sparkly arousal, but watching the spit drip down your opening ignited a fire in him.
sasuke’s left thumb pulls your lips apart, and his other hand firmly grips his cock. he rubs his heated member against your center before promptly sheathing himself inside.
“ s-sasukeee, y’r gnna hnnh—break me !”
he groans, doubling over from the intrusion.
“shut it.”
it feels like hours has passed the way he’s been mounting you. his cock is digging out your insides, his body caging you against the bed when his spend shoots out, but he’s not done — far from it.
“m’sorry . . . but you’re so big.”
and you’re fucking cute.
you were carefully done up so prettily. ribbons woven in your pigtails, konoha headband around the cinch of your waist, but those were long gone. one pigtail loosened, your makeup smeared, and clothes exposing your tits and cunt.
sasuke isn’t one to fawn over things like looks, he’s much more practical than that, but your beauty itself is a weapon. if he wasn’t careful, you’d puncture him.
you admire his lithe build, and it amazes you that despite being so slender, his cock was able to stretch your cunt until it burned. he re-adjusts the hand behind your knee. the other grabs the side of your ass, lifting you up and down his fat cock.
his strength still takes you aback. the thrusts were too much. your pussy was thoroughly ruined. you slowly begin to use your elbows to clamor away from the uchiha, but he grabs you tighter.
“don’t run from it.”
he’s never particularly talkative. only when he gets competitive and even then, he’d rather let his actions speak for themselves. but now, he can’t stop himself from provoking you. you were easy to rile up.
his hands on your hips slide down to grip the softness of your ass again to tug you back on his cock. your pussy makes an audible squelch when it collides against the base of his pelvis.
“what happened to all that talk earlier, hm ?” he eyes your lewd body, and god , maybe he can understand why jiraiya started waxing poetics about pretty girls.
pretty girls with pretty mouths and pretty holes to breed. he tugs at a puffy nipple, eager to put it in his mouth.
“‘I'm a big girl I can take it.’ that’s what you said, right? so show me. show me how big girls take it.”
you sniffle at the snark in his tone and condescension, but the trail of his warm tongue tracing the lines of your neck softens you.
“y’r mean sasuke.”
“and you’re a brat.”
he kisses you square on the lips, stuffing his tongue in your mouth. his thumb twirls around your clit, drawing precise patterns.
“am I still mean?”
you mewl from the redundant stroke on your achy bud .
“ a buh-big fat meanie.”
he gives one of his charming smirks that borders on a sly smile.
“but you like it. . . and you love me, which is why you said you help me, right ?”
he grabs his cock by the thickest part to pull out. he wipes his meaty tip on your sloppy mound before forcing himself back in. your walls squeeze around his girth, desperate to be full once more.
“'said you’d help me restore my clan.”
his palms pressed down on your belly, right where his cock reached. he’s stimulating all your sensitive spots, and you can barely put words together.
“god — you-you’re so . .”
he spanks your cunt and a pathetic stream of arousal escapes audibly.
he chuckles. “noisy mouth and an even noisier pussy . how cute.”
your knees want to close and push him away from you, but he doesn’t move . like an animal, he keeps you pinned down, and like prey, you can't break free from his grasp. only instead of sinking his claws into you, he sinks his cock deeper, pressing up against your womb.
“squeezing me so tightly. you must want it so bad.” he’s flushed against you, resting all his weight to keep you in place.
“want me to make you a uchiha ? my little wife ?"
“hiccup—p-please.”
“please what ?”
you whine, “make me yours.”
your legs connect at hips, pushing him further into you. he grunts, “so shameless . . . a filthy woman.”
you’re embarrassed. tears wells up in your eyes, and you look at him with adoration, even as he talks so recklessly.
“keep staring at me like that. m’ gonna breed this fat cunt all night.”
he gives you another messy kiss and there’s a surge of happiness when he matches your eagerness. he poured everything into it, tongue lapping at your lips and swallowing your precious moans.
“wan’ to make you a daddy , sasuke,” you whisper.
and he nearly bottoms out. “f-fuck.”
you reach down to grab your breast that jumps with every thrust, pulling on a pert nipple.
“gonna fuck you until my seed takes. until your tits get fat with milk.”
sasuke's on the brink of a rush . though he pursued a life of darkness and revenge, he buried that angst long ago. still, he never thought he’d live to think about things like women and starting families of his own, and now he was here making it a reality.
his mind is plagued with the images of children, a fruitful clan and the swell of your stomach.
he delivers more plunges, fat balls slapping against your seam until they throb. he expels with a sudden start, releasing inside you for the umpteenth that night.
he presses you flushed against him, determined to have nothing escape, not even a drop. he wanted to be sure that you’d be true to your word. you’d be his little wife, free to use and knock up.
sasuke rubs your belly, eyes gleaming red from the numbing intensity. he takes greedy gulps of air watching as you’re stricken with complete lust.
his name falls from your lips like a spell and there’s the familiar burn of desire swirling in his abdomen.
“one more time.”
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