#silicone ring for women

[k3n-dyll]

Warnings...18+, wlw, not proofread, dom!Sevika, dom!Ambessa, rough sex, porn with zero plot, oral (r!receving), strap usage, strap sucking/face fucking, spit, squirting, spit roasting Word Count: 898

Notes ☆ this is just a sleepy, disgustingly horny, rant, man. Like, more so than usual.

Sevika practically holds you down with her body, mech arm caught tight around your torso as her flesh palm paws and squeezes at your tits, her lips pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder. She's enjoying the view more than she'd ever admit out loud, silver eyes fixated on the other woman that's had her head snug between your legs for what at this point feels like fucking hours. Neither of you can seem to take your eyes off of the way Ambessa's scarred back and broad shoulders move as she forces you to keep still for her, the same large hands that so gently caress your face and hold you close any other time now locked in a vice grip against your thighs, sure to leave bruises against the soft skin.

The noises coming from her sucking and lapping at your cunt are bordering on obnoxious, the amount of time you've been pushed over the edge with her mouth alone having landed you sitting in a wet spot of a collection of your own squirt and her saliva. The overstimulation has reduced you into a babbling, trembling little mess, and yet neither of them have had their fill yet.

"I c-can't, I can't..." You slur, both women letting out amused huffs of laughter at your pathetic attempt to speak. Dumbly, you think that Ambessa pulling away and Sevika's grip on your body loosening means that you finally get a little bit of a break, your sigh of relief getting cut short by Sevika's voice as she whispers into your ear.

"You're not done, doll. Hands and knees." Her coaxing is gentle, her hands keeping you steady as you switch positions with the elegance of a newborn calf. It'd be humiliating if your brain hadn't been rendered so useless, eyes half-lidded as you watch Ambessa's tear-blurred form tower over you, a hand coming to grip your chin.

"Such a pretty thing you are. You've got a little more in you, don't you angel?" Ambessa's sultry tone fills your ears, a dopey grin crossing your features at the praise as you give an equally lazy nod. Gently, she presses the red silicone hanging from her hips against your mouth, seeking permission for entrance. "Good, girl. Open that pretty mouth for me"

Your jaw slacks almost immediately, a low hum of approval escaping the woman in front of you, her murmured praises and the feeling of her hand gently palming the back of your head distracting you from the girth stuffing your jaws. Distracting you from what's happening behind you as well.

You get little warning - the bed slightly sinking in from behind and the cool touch of a metal hand against the plush of your hip before you start to feel Sevika pushing her own strap inside of you. A choked yelp of surprise escaping you at the feeling, your body tensing up.

"Uh-uh, relax... that's it, just breathe baby.." Sevika purrs, leaning down and peppering wet kisses along the arch of your back to ease your tension, though she doesnt stop her advances, each shallow pump of her hips stretching you further.

They give you grace, letting you adjust, kissing and marking you as you settle around them but the gentle front doesn't last long. Sevika can't stop herself from slamming into you from behind, admiring the way your ass jiggles with each hard thrust, her own pussy dripping against the harness at the sight of the white ring forming at the base of her cock.

Each thrust from behind forces Ambessa's strap down your throat, every gag forced from you sending strings of saliva pooling from behind your lips and onto your chin, your neck, the bed...

"You're such a fucking mess, look at that.." Ambessa chuckles as she watches you struggle to take her in your mouth, enjoying how eager you are to please, even if it turns you into well...this. She rewards your eagerness by pulling out of your mouth, barely letting you get down a few much-needed gulps of air before she's shifted the harness down off of her hips, instead shoving your face flush between her thighs, letting you taste her.

Your breathlessness doesn't stop you from lapping at her like a woman starved, fingers curling into the sheets as you do your best to focus on the task at hand without succumbing to the intensity of Sevika's sloppy pounding from behind. Their grunts and overlapping praises drown out all thought, your body covered in a thin layer of sweat, shaking and twitching as you're split between the two. The only warning you're able to give before your climax ultimately rips through your body is a couple of muffled, loud whines.

Your head falls from Ambessa's grip, the woman letting you breathe as you cum, Sevika's hips just barely slowing as you finally let go, too enthralled in the way you squirt around her, the liquid wetting both your and her lower halves.

"Gonna have so much to clean up when we're finished with this one - fuck" Sevika boasts, letting her human palm land on your ass with a thwack. Ambessa just chuckles, her palm lightly patting the side of your face to keep you grounded in reality.

"You'll get to rest that pretty head in a little while, angel..." She coos. "But we're not quite done yet..."

Donations 4 Palestine - Arcane Masterlist

Taglist: @archangeldyke-all, @delinthecut, @half-of-a-gay, @porcelainmystery, @glass-apothecary, @cobraisveryhorny - Wanna be tagged?

We're gonna pretend I tagged the correct ppl the first time, 'kay? <3

[orphicsun]

CAMGIRL ELLIE

Camgirl Ellie AU: Ellie Williams x Fem! reader

Description: Ellie is a broke college student whose options are either selling weed on campus or doing filthy things on live for her mainly female audience. When another famous camgirl joins one of her lives, she is about to have the collab of a lifetime.

Content / Warnings: Femme camgirl reader, headcannon-style fic, explicit content, Jesse and Dina make cameos woah, Ellie is all cute and nervous for the first half, masturbation on camera, fingering & oral sex, use of strap-ons, reader is on receiving end, feminine reader, use of petnames (baby and mamas), breeding kinks, mult. orgasms. Enjoy the ride.

Word Count: 3.3k

★ Camgirl Ellie who is a sophomore in college, so broke and extremely desperate come with the territory. Like, Taco Bell is a luxury broke, and desperate as in she has applied to every job around campus. She even thought about dealing for a while, but as much as she loves a good smoke sesh, she'd rather not risk getting kicked out of school for something as dumb as selling blunts.

★ Camgirl Ellie who laughed when her friend Jesse suggested her being a camgirl.

"Why the fuck would I give old creepy dudes jerk-off material?"

Jesse laughed, grabbing a handful of cheetos from the bag in her hand. "Dude, you wouldn't be doing it for men. I mean, look at you." Jesse took a good, hard look at his friend; the several silver rings across her five fingers, a short-sleeve blue button up layered over a white wife-pleaser, and for god's sake, a pair of jorts that only Ellie could pull off. "You're clearly not for the male gaze."

After much (15 minutes) contemplation, she decided that maybe it'd be fun to get attention from girls and money at the same time.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is actually rather awkward and quiet around girls in the real world, cursing "fuck" under her breath when she sees a pretty girl but just doesn't know how to impress women in a way that doesn't come off as too forward or weird. That being said, she actually likes having a persona online where she can say anything she wants, and she definitely abuses the fact that she is allowed to say anything she truly feels like saying, and women will go crazy for it.

Sitting on her couch, propping up her iphone 11 on the coffee table with a pop socket she got like, 6 years ago so that the fans have a wonderful view of her stroking a strap-on with cheap lube she picked up from her local Walmart. Her bush is slightly peeking out from the harness, and the fans are getting filthy. Not as filthy as camgirl Ellie, though.

"Fuck, feels so good on my clit.." she groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

dykeluvr69 commented: oh my god y'all her happy trail i'm throbbing

wet4williams commented: i wish i could ride that strap

andersonsabs33 commented: mid💀

Ellie squints, anticipating all the thirsty comments, and scoffs at one, her hand jerking away from the silicone shaft for a moment to tell off some random.

"Suck my dick, andersonabs33."

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: me next please!!

★ Camgirl Ellie who doesn't always have to be explicit to even get views. She finds that focusing the camera on her fingers while strumming her guitar can work wonders online. If she has had an exhausting day or is feeling anxious about getting naked in front of an overwhelmingly growing audience, she can always just show off her hands or say sweet things to her fans.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is not a virgin. She's had a few past girlfriends, no casual sex, but is pretty experienced from her long-term relationships. That being said, she never once has considered doing actual sex on camera for money. That changes when another famous (and nearby) camgirl joins her livestream.

Ellie's once again on her couch, two fingers doing figure eights on her clit as the view count rises. She's basically man-spreading to give her girls the best view possible, and not holding back from letting out breathy little groans and loud curses. Her fans go crazy when she has her tits out, so her sports bra is hitched up, her perky tits free and her nipples stiff.

"F-Feels so good, holy shit, wanna cum for my girls so bad," she groans, closing her eyes. Ellie doesn't view real masturbation as anything like her online work; if she were actually to be playing with her pussy all alone with no audience, she'd cum by now. But that doesn't make a profit, no. Longer time is important, and the more she ups the antics, teases her fans, the more comments can come in. The more donations arise and all that good shit.

Ellie teases her entrance with her middle finger, and her eyes flutter open as she eases the digit past her puffy folds.

She reads through the chat to hold out from cumming too quickly.

elliessluttygirl commented: i wish that was my hand playing w ur pussy ellie:(

Ellie smiles, curling her finger and moaning. She smiles lazily. "Yeah, slutty girl..wish it was yours, too."

As she adds a second finger upon the majority request in her comment section, she pauses at the feed.

urfavfemme has joined the livestream. Say hi!

Holy fuck. Ellie hasn't seen your videos, but the pink checkmark on your name means you're verified. Suddenly, Ellie is nervous as hell now. How is she supposed to act now, with some famous, probably fine woman watching her? She swallows and continues bucking up into her palm, but her fingers are slightly shaky now.

urfavfemme commented: ur pussy is so pretty.

Ellie laughs nervously at that. What the fuck is happening? But maybe she can use the situation to her advantage.

" 'urfavfemme', huh? Cute username," she coos, a little breathlessly because now she's getting closer to cumming, her nerves dying down as her fingers massage her sensitive walls. Ellie is so fucked up, she thinks to herself. She doesn't even know what you look like yet, why is she getting so crazed by you complimenting her?

urfavfemme commented: i wanna see that pretty pussy squirt please..

Ellie moans and squeezes her eyes shut for a moment, trying to wrap her head around it all. She gets dozens of comments just like these, thirsty ass girls drooling to her playing with herself or showing off a strap-on. Why is it that the idea of you, a self-proclaimed 'femme' making these comments is the thing that makes her belly all hot with the familiar ache of true need?

pixiestickpussy commented: holy shit this is so hot

wet4williams commented: is it just me or is smth going on with ellie and this camgirl chick

imonherefortheporn69 commented: i checked out the girl's content she's super hot dude

Ellie's head is spinning at the whole situation. It's overwhelming and she wants to just turn off the camera, but she's so close and getting desperate to cum. It is just so fucking hard when all of her girls are in an uproar over you.

urfavfemme commented: stretch me out on those fingers.

"Oh- Oh, my fucking god!! 'm cumming-" Ellie can barely keep herself from crying out as the waves shoot through her body throughout, a finger covering her clit to extend the orgasm that hits her so deeply. Her fingers are soaked more than usual, juices trickling down her knuckles. Her other palm is massaging over her tits, and for a moment, she forgets she is on camera. Forgets the thousands of people watching her, probably fingering themselves just like her. The though that is usually so overwhelming is forgotten.

Her body is warm, and if she could describe how this nut feels right about now, she'd say it's hot pink. It's light lightning, and for some reason, all she can repeat in her head is "thank you thank you thank you urfavfemme" because seriously, this has been one of the most insane experiences of her life. When she finally comes down, she has to take a few moments to catch her breath.

The aftermath of it all hits her. She did not just cum like she does in private. The usually dramatic orgasms the viewers got are nothing like that, and for what? Some girl she hasn't even seen yet?

The comments are going off, praising her and thirsting like she's never seen before, but she is still panting and flushed on her couch.

urfavfemme has donated $1000.

urfavfemme has left the livestream. Bye!

Ellie is quickly turning off the stream with a half-assed goodbye, and collapsing back onto her couch. She cannot believe that she just lost control like that. Her mind is processing the huge donation, too. A whole thousand is more than she's ever gotten in donations on a single live. How famous are you?

Ellie can't dwell much, because as her body cools down, she realizes how soaked the towel she is sitting on is. Oh, my god. She actually squirted on live.

★ Camgirl Ellie who searches up your username on google a few days following the squirting contest incident, and is soon brought to a url that hits her like a flashbang as soon as it loads on her ancient ass laptop. Her screen is covered in pink, and a pretty white font with your username is front and center. She then sees your face and nearly nuts. You're fucking gorgeous, definitely out of her league.. How are you the same girl that talked her through an intense orgasm over a livestream the other night?

★ Camgirl Ellie who spends the next few hours watching your videos. She has found a new obsession, that's for sure.

She has hearts in her eyes watching you bounce on a fairly-sized dildo suctioned to your floor, helplessly groaning with a hand down her basketball shorts as your pussy swallows the length of the toy. Your moans are what really gets her. You sound like anything but the pornstars she's heard, instead moaning like you're really getting it. And suddenly, Ellie wants to be the one to give it to you.

★ Camgirl Ellie who types out various messages to send to your gmail so conveniently linked on your website until she finally settles on something not too awkward

To: urfavfemme@gmail.com

From: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

Subject: Collab? Dear urfavfemme,

You were in my livestream the other day. I'm Ellie from the camgirl website, and I wanna know if you'd like to collab? (If you're around my area, of course).

Reading it back after she sent it, she sighs. That looks way too fucking professional for a request to do porn together.

★ Camgirl Ellie who anxiously waits for about an hour, not even Borderlands 3 able to distract her before she finally gets an email back.

To: elliewilliams19@gmail.com

From: urfavfemme@gmail.com

Subject: Collab?

Hi!! I'm in Fairview, WY if you're near? I'd love to collab:)

★ Ellie, who is freaking the fuck out now. She hadn't had sex in two years since Dina traumatized her with the worst break-up possible, and you're one of the hottest girls she's ever seen. Plus, she is only an hour away from you.

Jesse laughs when she rants to him about the whole thing.

"So you've got a fine ass girl offering to have sex with you? What's the problem?"

Ellie scoffs and gives him a glare, but there isn't any true malice. "That's the problem, idiot! She is way hotter than me. Plus, I haven't even had any practice in so long. What if I can't make her cum? What if I embarrass myself on live in front of both of our fan-"

"C'mon man, you gotta get out of your head about this. Does she seem nice?"

Ellie nods.

Jesse sighs, and slightly softens his tough-love look. "Look, she is probably just as nervous as you are. Give yourself a break, and go have fun with the pretty femme girl."

★ Camgirl Ellie who shows up at your apartment a little earlier than she meant to. She didn't mean to speed, but she was nervous on the road, anxiously tapping the steering wheel.

★ Camgirl Ellie who is greeted by you in a robe and what she assumes is going to be either nothing or lingerie underneath. That makes her heart beat even faster. She feels like she's gonna puke from how nervous she is, you're even more gorgeous up close.

★ Camgirl Ellie who takes in your bedroom compared to her own small apartment's bedroom. You've got posters covering your walls of various artists like PinkPantheress and Joan Jett and the Blackhearts; your bedsheets match your whole feminine vibe, and you have a whole camera set up with a stand. There's a box with a harness and different sizes of dildos inside of it. All of this is making Ellie even more nervous, like, shit her pants nervous.

You seem to take notice of her nerves, because you have clear concern on your face as you guide her to sit on your bed.

"You okay, Ellie?" voice so sweet and soothing, it could make her heart stop.

"Yeah..I'm okay.." she sighs, and anxiously chews on her lip, "I'm just like, me.. and you're super hot and all-"

Ellie's self-doubt is choked off when you cup her face, leaning in. "Do you know why I donated?"

"Why?" Ellie sounds shaky, a little confused on where this is going.

You give her a sweet smile, your glossy lips catching the ceiling light. You lean in even closer so that you can speak quietly, intimately. "I thought that you were easily one of the hottest camgirls I've ever seen on the website."

Ellie's eyebrows shoot up at that. "No fuckin' way you think that.."

Your smile doesn't falter, and you lean in even closer. "I do. I want you to fuck me, Ellie."

★ Camgirl Ellie who didn't know how passionately one could eat a pussy until she got a taste of yours. With the camera all set up and the live on, viewers roll in quickly at the promise of a collab between their two favorite lesbian camgirls. Ellie never forgot about the camera when it came to her solo steams, but you just have an effect on her that makes her head dizzy and her pussy throb, and all of a sudden she has her tongue deep in your wet pussy, alternating between tonguing your hole and tasting your clit. You're sprawled out on your bed, completely naked with Ellie between your thighs, and your moans are even louder than usual. They're angelic sounds that make the comments roll in like crazy.

dykeluvr69 commented: ellie eats pussy like a madman and i am so jealous rn

andersonabs33 commented: she's too sloppy with it, slow tf down girl.

This time, Ellie is far too blissed out devouring you to even pull away and tell the troll to fuck off.

"Mmmph, pussy tastes so fuckin' good.." You can't make out her muffled declaration, but the vibrations on your clit have you creaming for her.

Your pussy just sings for her. Three orgasms in, and she hasn't even used the strap she's wearing yet. She wants to savor every soft whimper you make when she nibbles on your neck before making out with you, tongue shoving into your mouth so that you can take your own perfect pussy on her tongue.

★ Camgirl Ellie whose fingers curl inside of you relentlessly, pumping into you, coaxing out orgasms like it's nothing. To her though, it is truly everything. You cry like you're pleading for her to never stop. It feels like hours that she's been tending to the perfect cunt you've got between your legs, and she doesn't know where she even learned half of the shit she's done. It isn't too hard to please you when she craves your sounds, though. She craves the feeling of your thighs squeezing the apples of her cheeks, making her lightheaded.

★ Camgirl Ellie who saves best for last, finally rubbing girthy silicone against your clit, making you whine in the process. That sound goes straight to her clit.

She grins with a newfound confidence, one she think that she has been given from a witchy ritual or something, not lesbian camgirl sex.

"You want me to fuck you good, baby? Fuck you 'till you squirt on my dick like you made me squirt?"

"Please, fuck, Ellie..." You're babbling nonsense at this point, legs spread wide and knees almost to your ears at you nearly sob for her dick.

"C'mon mamas, I wanna hear you beg for me." She taps the tip against your clit repeatedly, holding you down by the back your thighs to keep you from trying to squirm for more.

"Please, Ellie!! Fuck me, make me cum. I want your dick."

Ellie groans as she finally parts your soaked folds with the tip, sinking into your heat slowly as to not hurt you, but she soon finds that your walls are just swallowing her completely. All that foreplay must've really paid off.

★ Camgirl Ellie who practically goes from a nervous wreck to a pornstar in a matter of minutes, because she insists that she can feel how tight you are around her huge dick.

"Fuck, baby. Gonna fuck this pussy so good, gonna make you scream my name." She manhandles your legs around her waist so that she can hold your hips while she pounds into you, creating a whole bonfire of heat in your pussy.

"Feel you so deep in me, Ellie!" You almost break when she starts leaving sloppy, open-mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Yeah? Gonna make you feel me in your tummy, mamas. Gonna put a baby in you." Where in the hell did that come from? You both roll with it, if not getting even more riled up by the idea of Ellie cumming in you and knocking you up.

"Please, Ellie. 'm g-gonna cum for you-" before you can finally have your orgasm, it's ripped away as she pulls out of you. You can't even protest or make a loud whine before Ellie is flipping you onto your stomach, frantic to tuck one of your pink pillows underneath your tummy. She lines back up with your sloppy hole, slamming back into it to earn herself an actual sob from you.

You cry into the pillow, not from pain at all. No, this is probably one of the best fucks you've ever had in your life. Ellie doesn't start slow again but rather pistons her hips into yours, bony hips slamming into the fat of your ass upon each thrust until you finally get the intense orgasm you need.

"Pleaseknockmeup-" you cum with a broken cry, a couple euphoric tears streaming down your face. Your poor bedsheets, all soaked from you and Ellie's pussies and your tears. At this angle with the pillow raising you, you believe you can truly feel Ellie all up in your stomach. The waves are more like knots of a rope being snapped in half deep inside of you, and Ellie only keeps you riding the pleasure with her little sloppy grunts audible behind you.

Ellie groans as the friction to her own clit is vastly more intense with each grind to meet your body, and now she is humping your ass to get herself off. After she cums with a "gonna fucking cum in this pussy", she goes limp on top of you, her sweaty body covering yours, her tits pressed against your back in a way that is more comforting than arousing now.

★ Camgirl Ellie and you who entirely forget about the live and fall asleep in your bed together, snuggled up with you the big spoon, and the cum-coated strap on thrown somewhere across the room. Your bodies are flush against each other and your hands are wrapped around Ellie’s stomach, holding her closely.

fairydustonmyclit_2 commented: aw this is actually kind of cute

pixiestickpussy commented: i wanna be sandwiched between them wtf

limpbizkitsbitch commented: ts gonna be awkward when they wake up

andersonabs33: quit being a miserable bitch

limpbizkitsbitch: ironic coming from you🌝

andersonabs33 has left the live. Bye!

[i-will-change-this-someday]

And follow up question, if you do wear a ring, do you wear the ring all the time or just for special occasions?

Edit:

For those looking for some Aro and/or Ace rings, these are the rings that I wear, they’re really durable, I’ve worn mine everyday for months and they haven’t chipped or anything.

And here’s some silicon rings, I can’t say how good they are though, cause I absolutely abhor the feeling of silicon jewelry.

[shalomniscient]

ON TOP (part 2) | multifandom [NSFT][MDNI]

Topping my other fave fictional women but meanly…

cw. riding, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, cockring, spanking, ropes, degradation, strap-ons, edging, pet names (puppy), semi-public, sex-toys under clothing, clothed sex, squirting, shibari

notes. yeah uh there's no explanation for this one besides horknee

wc. will update later, checking wc on mobile is ass lmao

rahu

cw. rahu has a dick, riding, edging, choking, cockring, begging

"Look at you, poor puppy. Where did all your bravado go, hm?"

You coo down at Rahu as you sit on her lap, her cock buried to the hilt in your dripping cunt. A silicone band fits snugly at the base of her dick, the unassuming device now an implement of torture for the poor Sinner. She's painfully, achingly hard inside you but no matter how many times you've fucked yourself to completion on her, she hasn't been able to reach that high herself and she can feel her mind slipping at the denial.

"P-please," she whines out, the grip she has on your hips hard enough to leave imprints on your skin. "Please, 'm sorry, I need it so bad--"

You click your tongue, fingers wrapping around the pale column of Rahu's throat. Her eyes roll back into her head at the pressure and her hips buck, her cock pushing ever so slightly deeper into you. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, but you draw yourself back from that knife's edge of pleasure. Not yet.

"Are you?" you ask, your tone almost bored. "You really made a mess out of me, you know. In the Archives, no less. Don't you think you deserve this punishment?"

"Please," Rahu wheezes out, her voice deliciously desperate. Tears prick at the edge of her silver eyes, glossy as they meet yours. Your resolve falters ever so slightly, your other hand rising to wipe the corner of her eyes.

"Poor thing," you murmur, "tell me what you want, puppy. Use your words, hm?"

"Need to cum," she gasps, head bowing and hair falling like a curtain around her eyes. "F-fuck, need to cum so badly, please, I'll be good, I'll do anything--"

Your eyes glint dangerously. "Anything?"

"Anything," Rahu confirms, the muscles in her neck straining as she holds herself back from thrusting up into you. You hum, as if in thought, then slip off her cock with a squelch. Rahu nearly sobs as you withdraw, but then you're gently tugging the cock ring off, and she nearly sobs again; though this time in relief. Immediately, globs of pre-cum rush out of her tip, thick pearls of white dripping down her shaft and making your mouth water.

"You wanna cum, puppy?" you ask, crawling back onto her lap and positioning her cock at your entrance. Rahu's pulse in her throat jumps under your hand as you slowly sink back down, taking all of her back into your warmth with a moan of pleasure. You meet her eyes as your hand squeezes ever so slightly, the lack of air making Rahu's pupils blow wide with desire.

Slowly, you start to bounce up and down her cock again, making sure to grind down every time you come down, pulling Rahu into the deepest parts of you. She groans and grunts with each sinful roll of your hips, deep and throaty, her eyes half-lidded but drawn to the way your pussy swallows her length over and over again. Soon enough, you hasten your movements, the sound of slapping skin echoing throughout the room as you ride her to completion. You feel her cock twitch inside you and you grin, tightening your grip on her throat.

“Then cum,” you order, and Rahu does, beautifully. Her silver eyes disappear into her skull, and her back arches, her hips jerking beneath you. She squirms and writhes as she cums deep inside you, painting your insides wight and warm. You don’t let up the movement of your hips, grinding down on her lap and smearing your mixed fluids on her thighs. You keep going even as Rahu gasps and whines, her body jerking fitfully from overstimulation.

“W-wait, ‘s too much—“

You pout at her, almost condescendingly patting her cheek. “Didn’t you say you wanted to cum, puppy?” Your pout morphs into a wicked grin, and you lean forward to whisper in her ear.

"Then you won't stop until I say so."

serval

cw. sex toys under clothing, vibrators, semi-public, squirting, clothed sex

“Miss Serval… are you alright?”

Serval coughs at Molly’s question, the already red flush up her neck turning redder. From a corner of the workshop, your lips curve upwards knowingly, as you look up from tuning your violin. Serval meets your eyes but then her gaze darts away, as she braces herself against the workshop counter.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, Molly,” the guitarist assures, attempting a weak smile. “Just, uh— a little warm is all.”

“Ah, right… with the Eternal Frost receding, the temperature is picking up a little.”

Serval nods, and presumably tries to keep the conversation going—but doubles over all of a sudden, fingers scraping against the hardwood counter. You’ve never been more grateful for the constant whirr of machinery in the workshop; if only for muffling the sound of the vibrator you stuffed deep in Serval’s pretty cunt running at maximum right now.

“Miss Serval! Are you really feeling alright? Should I call Pela? Or your brother?” Molly asks, panic clear in her tone.

“No!” Serval chokes out, “no, absolutely not!”

Molly bites her lip in worry. “But—“

You decide to have mercy on the poor mechanic, and lower the vibrator’s speed. Serval visibly slumps in relief, and takes a moment to collect herself, before turning to her employee.

“I think I’m going to, uh.. rest up for the rest of the day. You can head home early—don’t worry, I’ll close up.”

Molly looks unconvinced, so you chime in as well. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets a good rest and behaves.”

Serval shoots you a look for the double entendre, which you return with a smirk. Your fingers creep towards your pocket where the controller lies, and her expression immediately shifts into one of both hunger and anticipation. You let the promise of it hang in the air until Molly leaves the workshop, and flips the closed sign on the door.

“Babe—“ Serval begins, but you don’t let her finish. Instead, you set your violin down and crank the vibrator to max once more. Serval moans openly now, and your mouth waters at the sight of her thighs squeezing together as you walk around the back of the counter, and press your front against her back.

You slip a hand down her shorts and into her panties, grinning as the tips of your fingers graze the drenched fabric. It’s a wonder she hasn’t leaked into her shorts yet. The vibrator buzzes away in her cunt, and you press on the base, pushing it deeper. Serval whimpers, a beautiful, melodic sound, as the toy presses against that spongy spot inside her and her knees tremble.

“F-fuck, babe, I’m gonna—“

“Go on,” you encourage, scraping your teeth against the shell of her ear. “Cum.”

Serval practically wails, and a surge of wetness drips into her already ruined panties. Your eyes widen by a fraction when you realise she’s squirting, and the hunger in you roars to life like a raging crescendo. You sink your teeth into her shoulder as she rides out her orgasm, your fingers working on her neglected clit, the bundle of nerves stiff and engorged.

It takes her about a minute or three to come down, at which point you’ve already shut the vibrator off and withdrew your fingers from her underwear. Serval pants, bracing her complete weight against the counter as she catches her breath, but you’re far from done. Instead, you grip her hip and spin her around, so you’re both front to front, and sink to your knees.

“Babe, what..?” Serval asks, trailing off as she looks down at you, her breath hitching when you start tugging her shorts down.

“Wanna see you squirt again, baby,” you mutter, entranced by the mess between her legs as you peel her panties off her dripping pussy. Serval groans as you withdraw the vibrator, letting it clatter onto the floor. It’s followed by a squeak when you lean in close, and let your breath fan over her exposed sex.

You place your hands on her thighs and look up at her from between her legs, smirking.

“You can give me one more, can’t you?”

yelan

cw. spanking, ropes, degradation, strap-ons

"You're enjoying this, aren't you? Dirty little thing."

The words leave your lips in a disdainful sneer, as your hand comes down and collides with Yelan's plush ass for the fifth time in a row. Her body jerks forward at the impact, the pale skin turning a pretty shade of red under your treatment. Yelan only groans at it, fingers digging into the ropes binding her wrists together before she replies.

"Y-Yeah, but so are you," she bites back, painted lips curling into a smirk as she looks at you over her shoulder. "So a little pot and kettle, don't you think?"

You scowl at her, and answer her with another smack to her ass. "Still so fucking mouthy, hm?"

"Mhm, but you like me like this," she says breathily, and you can't help but allow yourself a smile at that. She isn't wrong at all; you do enjoy her like this. Very much so. But right now, she doesn't need to concern herself with that. Instead, you reach behind you on the bed and produce a blue strap-on, and you relish in the way her eyes widen by a fraction and her pretty lips part in anticipation.

"Don't worry," you hum as you fix the strap to your hips, aware of Yelan's eyes hyperfocused on the toy. Once it's secure, you grab her hips and pull them upwards, letting her brace her weight on her knees so she's ass up face down for you. She yelps at your manhandling, but you don't miss the way her cunt drips down her thighs. Her breath hitches as you position yourself over her, your front to her smooth, muscled back, the tip of your strap nudging at her slick entrance. "I'll fuck you until there's not a thought in that pretty little head of yours."

Yelan scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Right, how about you actually get on with it instead of—“

You interrupt her by surging forward and stuffing her full of your cock. Yelan’s snark turns into a scream of pleasure as your strap bullies its way into her tight cunt, and you bite your lip as you see the way her pussy spreads to accomodate the sheer girth of it. You don’t give her a moment to catch her breath, and immediately start railing her into the mattress. Nothing but garbled and slurred moans and cries of your name leave her lips and you grin.

The next day, none of the staff at the teahouse can look you or Yelan in the eye. And if they notice Yelan walking a little oddly or avoiding sitting down for the time being—well, they know better than to ask.

raven

cw. edging, degradation, shibari, strap-ons, cockwarming

“M-my love, please—“

Raven’s begging immediately devolves into simpering whines as you cease the pounding of your strap into her puffy, drooling cunt. Red, corded rope criss-crosses her lean frame, encircling her breasts and down her torso, where knots secure her calves and thighs together. Her arms are bound behind her back as she sits on your lap, thighs on either side of your own. She strains against the ropes along her body, chasing the stimulation, but with the way she’s bound, it’s pointless. Her head drops onto your shoulder as she sucks in a breath, pussy quivering around your cock as she creeps down from her almost-high.

Meanwhile, you nonchalantly continue your work, signing papers over her shoulder. The sound of her heavy breathing and the scratching of your pen are the only noises in the room, until Raven starts trying to sweet-talk you again.

“Darling,” she begins, pulling back to look in your eyes, “sweetheart, dearest, love of my life—move, please?”

You hum, as if considering. “My work isn’t finished yet.”

“It will still be there later,” Raven wheedles, leaning in to kiss at your neck. You run your hand up and down her back as she gently works her lips along your skin, pressing kisses against your pulse.

“Mm, aren’t you forgetting this is supposed to be your punishment?” you drawl, suddenly tugging at the ropes on her back and pulling her away from your neck. Raven lets out a breathy whine at the movement as it rubs the strap against the walls of her cunt.

“Aha… ah, s-surely an hour is enough?” she continues, this time more strained.

You click your tongue. “I don’t know if it is. Barging in and distracting me from my work is a heavy offense, you know.”

Raven’s face falls, her usual easy, picture-perfect smile wobbling. She looks about ready to cry, and you coo at her, the hand at her back coming up to pat her cheek and brush the ridge of her cheekbones.

“One more hour, little bird,” you say, “you can manage that, can’t you?”

You make good on your words exactly an hour later, of course—although you’re quite certain Raven will never be able to look at your desk in the same way ever again.

[kilojulietsierra]

Okay Sam loves everyone in the Pitt dearly - they are her family.

But the OR girlies Garcia and Walsh - they are her girls night, get into some fun mischief, don’t talk about work just have fun friends.

Sam is just basically loved by everyone

💯 yes! I love this and because this was such a fun idea I have some thoughts!

~~~~~

- Jack finds the 3 of them in his kitchen before he leaves for a shift “You know, I have nightmares that start this exact same way”

- Yolanda is sitting on the counter drinking his whiskey

- They are dressed up! Like dressed up dressed up because they wear scrubs pretty much every day of their lives

- Jack’s a little put out because his wife looks TOO GOOD and she’s going out without him, but he notices she’s got her ring on (Not the silicone one, not the first one he could barely afford, the good one he bought her after he finished residency) and he always loves to see her wear it.

- Sam makes sure he knows where they’ll be and promises to text him if they go somewhere else

- Jack “Have fun, be careful. Remember I don’t get off until seven so it’ll be a long wait for bail money.” Emery “you need to let that go it was years ago. Plus, they didn’t even actually book us.”

- Yolanda “don’t worry dad, we’ll be on our best behavior”

- Jack grumbles to Sam “I love your friends.” She just smiles, ignores his sarcasm and runs her hands up his chest “just remember, it’s your fault I met them.”

- Sam tastes like his whiskey when he kisses her good bye and that tells him exactly how the nights going to go

- Yolanda hurts the waiters feelings at the restaurant by correcting his pronunciation of chile rellano

- Someone buys them a round of shots at the bar and when he bings them over Sam pulls out test strips and shrugs “you never know” Emery “thanks go away now” Yolanda *shoo hand gesture*

- A group of guys ask if they’d like to play pool. 10 minutes later Emery and Yolanda are describing step by step and in detail how to amputate a finger (just because one of the poor guys asked Emery what she did at work today) while Sam runs the table and takes all their money

- They find a cigar lounge where Yolanda smokes a cigar and flirts with bartender (which pisses off every 40+ white guy in the building) while a “totally was in the special forces guy ” tries to impress Sam and Emery who pick his story apart piece by piece, obviously he picked the wrong women to try that game on.

- Dancing. All the dancing.

- Yolanda flirts with anyone and everyone

- Emery is still in her post divorce man eater phase which is entertaining for all

- Sam looks like the most approachable by far but honestly it’s just a trap

- Sam will also hustle darts and then make sketchy jokes about being good with needles

- They give a girl in the bathroom a drunk pep talk about not giving up on med school. She’s doing great and shouldn’t feel guilty about taking a break to have fun!

- It’s about midnight when Jack starts getting inappropriate text messages from his wife.

- He checks Sam’s location quickly just before 2am, before the ER gets slammed with the rush after the bars close, and sees they’re at a Waffle House. Bad sign. He also wonders how much that Uber cost.

- He gets the notification from their security system around 3am followed by a text from Sam that says she made it home

- He doesn’t get to check his phone again until damn near 6 in the morning. And that’s probably a good thing because shortly after she got home Sam had sent a “wish you weren’t at work” text with a video attachment that he won’t open until he’s in his truck ready to leave

- When he does finally get home she’s passed out and there’s a nearly empty saline bag hanging on her corner of the headboard. Jack smiles to himself as he goes to unhook her from it and he can’t help but find it kind of sexy that even absolutely shitcanned she can hit a vein on the first try and run an IV on herself.

- She left her phone on his side of the bed and he opens their group chat to double check Walsh and Garcia made it home before he plugs it in to charge.

[tiredwitchplant]

Everything You Need to Know About Crystals: Carnelian (Red)

Carnelian (The Sunset Stone)

Color: Red, orange, pink, brown

Rarity: Common, easy to obtain

Hardiness: 7

Type: Agate or Chalcedony

Chakra Association: Solar-Plexus, Sacral, Root Chakra

Angels: Michael

Deities: Isis

Astrological Signs: Leo, Taurus, Aries

Element: Fire

Planet: Sun

Origin: Britain, India, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Peru, Iceland, Romania

Powers: Success, Confidence, Motivation, Courage, Sexual Energy, Vitality, Action

Crystals It Works Well With: Aquamarine, Beryl, Super Seven

How It is Created: It is part of the chalcedony family. It is made up of silicon dioxide colored by different levels of iron impurities, with specks, banding, or stripes in many shades of brown or orange-red. The stone itself has a beautiful warm orange color that is best appreciated when it is polished.

History: Since ancient times, carnelian has been polished and worn as jewelry. The Egyptians used it to contrast with onyx and lapis lazuli in the making of collars and necklaces. The Romans were fond of it set in gold, using small beads in earrings or larger polished stones in finger rings for men and women. In the Middle Ages, carnelian was also popular as a healing stone. It was said to dissolve anger or rage, protect the wearer from negative influences, and promote courage.

What It Can Do:

Can be used in spell for success, confidence, and motivation

Can bring a burst of inspiration and energy

Is good for sex magic and sometimes menstrual support

Can cleanse and restore other crystals

Can help those in abusive situations by providing inner strength and movement to the right path

Help with mental preparation with childbirth

Calms angry emotions and puts a stop to mental lethargy

Can restore vitality and remove the fear of death

Was used to protect the dead to their journey to the afterlife

Dispels apathy and motivates success

Improves analytics abilities and clarifies perception

Removes extraneous thoughts in mediation and tunes daydreamers into reality

Can stimulate metabolism and improve your life force

Can influence reproductive organs and increase fertility

How to Get the Best Out Of: Use as a pendant or belt buckle, or place in contact with the skin as appropriate.

How to Cleanse and Charge: You can cleanse and charge carnelian with the sun.

Crystal Grid:

Creativity Grid

Shape: Flower of Life or Vesica Piscis

Mantra: “Creativity flows through me.”

Center Stone: Carnelian sphere or tumbled stone

Secondary Stones: Rainbow moonstone, larimar, kunzite, orange calcite

Moon Phase: Waxing phase or full moon

Day: Wednesday

Sources

[dominixsremorse]

- TOJI X FEM!READER DRABBLES -

STARRING: Toji x fem!reader

CW: bratty!sub!toji , harshdom!reader, handcuffs, painslut!toji | domtop!toji , sub!reader, nippleplay | sexworker!toji , bottom!sub!toji , soft!dom!reader , pegging

links : masterlist .+. request rules

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putting toji in his place when he pisses you after a long day. his hands are handcuffed to the headboard, his wrists straining so hard against the warm metal that there’s harsh red marks on his wrists. he’s panting, groaning out with each slow movement of your hips that sets fire to his core.

you were straddling him, riding him sinfully slow.

you stare at him with mock disdain with each drag, sneering. “of course a stupid whore like you couldn’t listen to any orders, you just had to push all my buttons because you wanted to get tied down and punished.”

he laughs breathlessly, the sounds of his chuckles interrupted by his grunt of pleasure when your hips snap against his. “fuck ma, if I knew that pushin’ you when you’re pissed off would get me fucked like this, I would’ve done it ages ag-“

the sharp ringing of flesh against flesh makes his eyes rolls into the back of his head when your palm collides with his cheek. the delicious sting sends electricity zipping through his body to curl with the fire in his stomach and he lets out a, “fuckkkkk yes, mama- do that again.”

you look down at him with feigned disgust, grabbing his face harshly and spitting in his mouth. “fucking freak.”

he can tell by the way your pussy clenches around him that you like this as much as he does.

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toji likes your tits.

sue him, he’s a simple-minded man. god, he loves to just grab a handful when he’s pounding deep inside you, thick fingers squeezing at the soft flesh. even better when he gets to take that perky, little bud into his mouth, moaning around the heated skin.

there is only two things he likes about fucking missionary (after all, why settle for boring missionary when he can force your back into a mean arch in doggy as he pounds into you and gives the fat of your ass a god slap?) it’s the fact that he gets to see the fucked out expression on your face as he drills into you, and because he gets easier access to play with your tits.

he’d drag the fat head of his cock against your g-spot as he bites down gently on the sensitive nub, making your cry out and those gummy walls clamp down hard around him.

he’d slide his hand up your shirt while your doing mundane tasks like cooking and all of a sudden, the stove is off while you’re arching on the kitchen counter, his hands deftly tweaking your hardened nipples as he beg you for a titjob.

safe to say, toji likes your tits.

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he was going to die.

toji gripped sheets tightly with his hands, face turned to the side and buried in a pillow to hide the shameful, high-pitched moans that tumbled from some alien pit on his stomach to out of his mouth. you giggled down at him from where you were slowly grinding the hard, unrelenting silicone head of your fake cock against his prostate.

lots of women paid him for sex, that was his job. unsatisfied, cheating wives, lonely and desperate virgins, people who want a quick fuck, sometimes even men if he was feeling up to it. it’ll always end up with toji leaving a motel room with fatter pockets and his customers left sated and trembling in the aftershocks on the bed.

he thought you were just another one who just wanted some quick action, another cash cow to plow into the sheets. it’s what he expected when this small woman walked up to him with a honeyed smile and seductive, lidded eyes.

what he didn’t expect was to end up with you between his legs instead, cooing sweet praise that made his ears red as you fuck your strap into him. he’s never had a customer who wanted to fuck him, let alone a female one who wanted to fuck him even though they wouldn’t get any pleasure from it.

toji wasn’t complaining though, because fuck, this was better sex then any other in his life. you continued grinding the hard plastic against his velvety walls, making his body tremble with fiery, searing pleasure that made his toes curl. suddenly you grip the underside of his knees, pulling them towards his chest and making him gasp as you fold him into a mating press.

your hand grips his chin gently, coaxing him to move his head to face you with tears beginning to well in his unfocused eyes and a blotchy red face. you lean down softly, whispering nasty filth in his ear.

“come on big guy. don’t hide your voice, let me know how good I’m fucking you.”

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sigh, had late night toji brainrot as you can tell!

©dominixsremorse all rights reserved

[dreamerandthedarkhalf]

Just in case it gets lost or put behind a paywall or something, here's the full article. 1 When someone tells you who they are, believe them. Last week Donald Trump appointed a director of intelligence who spouts Russian propaganda, a Christian nationalist crusader as secretary of defence, and a secretary of health who is a vaccine sceptic. If Trump was seeking to destroy American democracy, the American state and American values, this is how he’d do it.

2 Journalists are first, but everyone else is next. Trump has announced multibillion-dollar lawsuits against “the enemy camp”: newspapers and publishers. His proposed FBI director is on record as wanting to prosecute certain journalists. Journalists, publishers, writers, academics are always in the first wave. Doctors, teachers, accountants will be next. Authoritarianism is as predictable as a Swiss train. It’s already later than you think.

3 To name is to understand. This is McMuskism: it’s McCarthyism on steroids, political persecution + Trump + Musk + Silicon Valley surveillance tools. It’s the dawn of a new age of political witch-hunts, where burning at the stake meets data harvesting and online mobs.

4 If that sounds scary, it’s because that’s the plan.  Trump’s administration will be incompetent and reckless but individuals will be targeted, institutions will cower, organisations will crumble. Fast. The chilling will be real and immediate.

5 You have more power than you think. We’re supposed to feel powerless. That’s the strategy. But we’re not. If you’re a US institution or organisation, form an emergency committee. Bring in experts. Learn from people who have lived under authoritarianism. Ask advice.

6 Do not kiss the ring. Do not bend to power. Power will come to you, anyway. Don’t make it easy. Not everyone can stand and fight. But nobody needs to bend the knee until there’s an actual memo to that effect. WAIT FOR THE MEMO.

7 Know who you are. This list is a homage to Yale historian, Timothy Snyder. His On Tyranny, published in 2017, is the essential guide to the age of authoritarianism. His first command, “Do not obey in advance”, is what has been ringing, like tinnitus, in my ears ever since the Washington Post refused to endorse Kamala Harris. In some weird celestial stroke of luck, he calls me as I’m writing this and I ask for his updated advice: “Know what you stand for and what you think is good.”

8 Protect your private life. The broligarchy doesn’t want you to have one. Read Shoshana Zuboff’s The Age of Surveillance Capitalism: they need to know exactly who you are to sell you more shit. We’re now beyond that. Surveillance Authoritarianism is next. Watch The Lives of Others, the beautifully told film about surveillance in 80s east Berlin. Act as if you are now living in East Germany and Meta/Facebook/Instagram/WhatsApp is the Stasi. It is.

9 Throw up the Kool-Aid. You drank it. That’s OK. We all did. But now is the time to stick your fingers down your throat and get that sick tech bro poison out of your system. Phones were – still are – a magic portal into a psychedelic fun house of possibility. They’re also tracking and surveilling you even as you sleep while a Silicon Valley edgelord plots ways to tear up the federal government.

10 Listen to women of colour. Everything bad that happened on the internet happened to them first. The history of technology is that it is only when it affects white men that it’s considered a problem. Look at how technology is already being used to profile and target immigrants. Know that you’re next. 11 Think of your personal data as nude selfies. A veteran technology journalist told me this in 2017 and it’s never left me. My experience of “discovery” – handing over 40,000 emails, messages, documents to the legal team of the Brexit donor I’d investigated – left me paralysed and terrified. Think what a hostile legal team would make of your message history. This can and will happen.

12 Don’t buy the bullshit. A Securities and Exchange judgment found Facebook had lied to two journalists – one of them was me – and Facebook agreed to pay a $100m penalty. If you are a journalist, refuse off the record briefings. Don’t chat on the phone; email. Refuse access interviews. Bullshit exclusives from Goebbels 2.0 will be a stain on your publication for ever.

13 Even dickheads love their dogs. Find a way to connect to those you disagree with. “The obvious mistakes of those who find themselves in opposition are to break off relations with those who disagree with you,” texts Vera Krichevskaya, the co-founder of TV Rain, Russia’s last independent TV station. “You cannot allow anger and narrow your circle.”

14 Pay in cash. Ask yourself what an international drug trafficker would do, and do that. They’re not going to the dead drop by Uber or putting 20kg of crack cocaine on a credit card. In the broligarchy, every data point is a weapon. Download Signal, the encrypted messaging app. Turn on disappearing messages. 15 Remember. Writer Rebecca Solnit, an essential US liberal voice, emails: “If they try to normalize, let us try to denormalize. Let us hold on to facts, truths, values, norms, arrangements that are going to be under siege. Let us not forget what happened and why.”

16 Find allies in unlikely places. One of my most surprising sources of support during my trial(s) was hard-right Brexiter David Davis. Find threads of connection and work from there.

17 There is such a thing as truth. There are facts and we can know them. From Tamsin Shaw, professor in philosophy at New York University: “‘Can the sceptic resist the tyrant?’ is one of the oldest questions in political philosophy. We can’t even fully recognise what tyranny is if we let the ruling powers get away with lying to us all.”

18 Plan. Silicon Valley doesn’t think in four-year election cycles. Elon Musk isn’t worrying about the midterms. He’s thinking about flying a SpaceX rocket to Mars and raping and pillaging its rare earth minerals before anyone else can get there. We need a 30-year road map out of this.

19 Take the piss. Humour is a weapon. Any man who feels the need to build a rocket is not overconfident about his masculinity. Work with that.

20 They are not gods. Tech billionaires are over-entitled nerds with the extraordinary historical luck of being born at the exact right moment in history. Treat them accordingly.

[ladylooch]

Nico getting a lot of attention from other women either at a party or at a game and lex gets SO possesive over her man

Hes so surprised at this side of his woman hahahaha

"Is it just me or were the signs obnoxious on the glass for you tonight?" Lexi asks, crossing her arms over her chest. Nico's car strolls through the streets towards home. Lucie is asleep in the backseat, nook tucked safely in her mouth.

"I didn't notice." Nico says as he turns his blinker on to change lanes.

"How could you not? And that teenager with her boobs out? So disturbing. Where were her parents? Lucie will never be wearing outfits like that." Nico purses his lips together to smother a chuckle. This is new.

"Sweets, you see more than I do. I have a different focus."

"Sometimes I don't think you realize that you could have any girl, in every arena you play in." Lexi's voice is low and growly. "Like you flip your hair and they fall to their knees for you." He can hear rather than see her eye roll. "I want to mark all over you tonight. Like cover your neck with hickies and bite your lips until they're swollen from my mouth." Whoa.

"I.... okay." He finally decides on. "Make the hickeys so I can cover them up during interviews though."

"That is literally not the point of the hickey."

"Babe, I can't look like that. I'm the captain, not Holtzy."

"Emma marks T all the time." Lexi grumbles. "It seems to work." Nico reaches over, lacing their fingers together on her left thigh. He strokes along her wedding bands assuringly.

Nico has a better idea than rashy bruises.

The next, home game day, Nico stops by Lucie's camera hole at warm ups like he always does. Lexi smiles at his timed approach. He reaches his left hand out this time, letting his wife see the white silicone ring on his hand. In the middle of the band 'L&N" is stamped in black ink.

"Always yours. Especially here." He says to her through the glass. Lexi pouts, reaching her hand out for him to hold with their daughter's.

"I love you." She tells him.

"Love you too, sweets."

"Kick some ass." She winks at him, insinuating she wants the same thing later.

[dollsonmain]

Manager said that customers stopped being weird at her so often when she started wearing a little, gold band on her ring finger.

I was thinking I could order a cheap ring to wear then remembered I have a ring. It's white gold with diamonds and I'd bought it for myself when I worked at the Walmart jewelry department in 2003.

It's.... It's real, though, and I don't want to risk throwing it away with my gloves at work, since it's kind of too big, now.

Then Amazon showed me men's silicone placeholder rings for men that work with their hands and I was like wait... Why are all of these for men?????? Of course there are women's silicone placeholders, too.

So I ordered 2 packs and will start wearing them on Monday, since they arrive on Friday.

I don't have to worry about losing these in my gloves, washing my hands, my fingers swelling, etc. I can just cut them off if I need to.

I don't even have to lie about these placeholders preventing me from losing "my diamonds" because there is a real diamond ring here.

It's just not a wedding band (I mean, technically it is), it's just a ring I bought for myself because I felt like it.

It was $99 XD

[the-acethete]

ROQ Silicone Rubber Wedding Ring for Women, Dome Solid Glitter & Metallic, Breathable Silicone Wedding Band, Anniversary Rings, Promise Ring, Multi Packs, Multi Colors https://a.co/d/cwHcrWf

[danceswithsporks]

13 and 16 with Sub!Crosshair?

I’m so unbelievably sorry with how long this took to finish!! I’ve never written Cross as a sub so this was definitely hard for me to figure out. I’ve always seen our sexy sniper as a dom so it was an adventure to say the least.

I will admit that this got away from me and just…took on one hell of a life of its own. So hopefully you enjoy it and I hope that I managed to give you at least a little of what you asked for! 🖤

"love to see you squirm. Now I want to hear you moan." And "Don't worry. I'll make you feel real good."

The flirty giggle of the blonde at the end of the bar drew your attention from the glasses you’d been cleaning. She swished her hair playfully before leaning forward and running her perfectly manicured fingers across Crosshair's shirt. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to discuss something with the woman. You rolled your eyes as she feigned another giggle before stepping closer to him. She could flirt all she wanted, but at the end of the night, there was only one person he’d be going home with. Your hand reached into your pocket and stroked the metal remote sitting comfortably within. With a smirk, you pressed the button in the center and waited, within moments Crosshair was adjusting how he was sitting and flashing a knowing glance your way. Your eyes caught his dark amber ones and you raised a questioning eyebrow to him while still smirking. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he forced a moan down, his eyes begging for you to stop the device encircling his cock and balls. A satisfied smile crossed your lips as it was made clear that he remembered the rules of your game, with a happy hum you pressed the button once more.

Cross fought the desire to visibly relax now that the vibrations had stopped. This torturous game had been his idea from the start and now he regretted ever bringing it up to you. It had started simple enough, you two enjoyed watching the other flirt with random people. So the idea of him flirting with women in front of you while you worked your shift had been appealing. You’d asked what was in it for you and that’s when he’d stupidly pulled out the cock and balls ring.

“If ya start feeling a little jealous you can press that and I’ll make sure you know I only want you.” He said it so confidentially as your fingers stroked the silicon material carefully. Cross had honestly felt that you’d never actually use it. You were far too sweet of a thing to torture him that way. Boy, was he wrong.

You’d picked up the remote and turned it over in your hands a few times before pressing the button on top and activating the ring in his hand. A devilish smirk played on your lips as you realized how silent it was. “So if you begin to break the rules, I just use this?” Holding up the device in your hand, you wrapped your fingers around the round remote to show how easily concealable it was.

A limb formed in his throat as he noticed a new glint in your eye. “Y-yes.” Something was beginning to tell him this was a bad idea. You smirked at him while letting a soft laugh of amusement leave your precious lips. An ‘interesting’ passed your lips before you slid the device into your pocket and headed towards the door, your shift beginning soon. “W-we could always think of something else!” Oh yeah, this was probably not his best plan.

You'd used the remote a solid three times already. Little reminders here and there that you were watching and that he was yours. The blonde standing between his legs ran her hand against his knee with a coy giggle. Maybe it was time to work your way towards that end of the bar.

“So tell me, clone.” The blonde purred her words to him. “Will your girlfriend be joining you tonight?”

Cross caught the way you moved towards him from the corner of his eye. A smirk played on his lips while he reached up and ran his finger under the chin of the blonde before him. “Who said I had a girlfriend?”

“A cute clone like you? Without a girl? Such a shame.” Her fingers walked up his leg and towards his inner thigh where the outline of his hard member could be seen thanks to the pants he was wearing. The cocking was doing its job of keeping him hard; a noticeable gasp could be heard leaving the blonde as she took in the size.

“Ya offering to take the position?” The sound of a bottle being placed down a little too hard caught his attention from your direction. Crosshair bit his lip as he watched your hand slide back into your pocket, if you turned the device on then this woman would surely feel it.

The blondes hand gripped his thigh tightly right before the tip of his cock in his jeans. “I’ve never been with someone like you. Not sure if I could handle it.”

Cross chuckled slyly as he ran his hand down her arm and to her wrist. “Don’t worry. I’ll make ya feel good.” Her eyes fluttered and he smirked. So easy to make these girls' heads spin.

“Hey, your man gonna pick ya up tonight?” Your coworker stepped next to you and passed you the latest batch of cleaned glasses. The question drew your attention away from Cross and to the orange-skinned twi-lek next to you. The blonde next to Cross giggled and asked if he wanted another drink before he showed her how good he was to which he replied a dark ‘sure’. A wicked idea began to form in your head and with a hum to the ‘bartender?’ call the blonde let out, you decided to play with him back. “Yeah, Wolffe should be here in a little bit.”

“Wolffe? So you finally gave me a name for your mystery man.” The twi-lek watched as you poured two more beers at the back of the bar while standing near the blonde and clone.

You caught the way Cross visibly tensed at the mention of Wolffe. The clone had flirted with you on more than one occasion and he was positive that you’d happily welcome a three-some with them both. A thought that had crossed your mind a few times. But something you’d noticed quickly, was that whenever you mentioned the one-eyed clone, Cross became very intense with you. The last time you’d mentioned seeing Wolffe in the bar he’d practically fucked you into the wall. “Won’t be a mystery much longer. He asked me to marry him.”

Your coworker bounced in excitement at the news. “No way! What did you say?” Her eyes scanned your hand for a ring but frowned when she didn’t see one. “You said no?”

Stepping back over to Cross and the blonde, you set the glasses down slowly. “Oh, I said yes, just let the ring at home. You never know when” you slid your sniper's glass towards him before knocking over the blonde onto her. “ accidents might happen.”

“Ugh! You idiot! Look what you’ve done!” The blonde jumped back and stomped her heel against the durasteel floor with a humph.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” You feigned a frown before passing a rag to the woman. “Here. Maybe this will help.”

The tag was grabbed angrily from your hand as the woman began to dab at her dress. “Well, what about my friend here? You got his pants soaked.”

“My shift is done, but I guess I could take care of him too.” You nodded to your coworker who raised an eyebrow as you stepped around the bar and made your way to the clone. Moving in front of the woman, you smirked at your man. “Ready for me to soak your face instead, Wolffe?” Your hand snaked into your pocket and you hit the power on the cock ring.

Cross stood with a groan and pulled you into a deep kiss. Using Wolffe's name was so damn dirty of you. You knew exactly what it did to him. “Let’s go, fiancé.” His hand slid around your waist and pulled you close. Another groan left him as he slid his hand into your pocket as well and clicked off the damn device currently housing his cock. Too fucking long had you been touting him like this. He needed to get his payback.

-*-

But he wouldn’t get it, not yet at least. As soon as the door to your shared apartment shut, he was on you. You were pressed against the wall and his lips instantly found yours. Rough kisses mixed with irritated growls came from him as he pulled at your work shirt. “How dare you bring that reg up like that.” His knee forced its way between your legs and against your dampening heat. “You want him, don’t ya? Want him between these legs? Fucking you like an animal against this wall.”

You chuckled darkly at him while sliding your hand down the front of his pants. “Look who's talking.” Your fingertips grazed across the delicate skin of his cock, creeping slowly around it. “You wanted to take that blonde behind the bar and fuck her. Think about me while you did it?” His hand reached up and gripped your chin tightly as he angrily pulled you into a deep kiss. You gripped his cock and began to stroke it before pulling your hand away. He growled against your lips while rutting into you, making you laugh.

“Maybe she wouldn’t have been as mouthy as you’re being.” He regretted the words the moment they left him. You’d pulled the remote out of your pocket while he’d kissed you and now, with the hottest and dirtiest smirk he’d ever seen on you, you clicked it on. “K-Kriff.” His head fell to your shoulder and he rutted harder against your hips, chasing the release you’d been teasing him with for the last hour.

“Oh, my dear Sniper. Is there something you want?” You pursed your lips playfully next to his ear and spoke nice and slow. He whined against your teasing touch when he felt your fingers against his pants again. You nuzzled his ear with the tip of your nose while your other hand increased the intensity of the cock ring. He moaned against your shoulder a desperate ‘yes’.

“K-kitten, I need to c-cum.” He’d been on the precipice for the last thirty minutes and you bringing up Wolffe had just pushed him even closer. Suddenly the vibrations stopped and Cross looked up at you. There it was again, that twinkle in your eye that made him tingle all over. “W-what?”

You stepped away from him and moved towards your small kitchen. A chair was pulled from the table and placed in the center of the room. “Be a good boy and sit for me.” Your fingers ran over the back of the chair as he did as he was told. His hands went to unclasp his pants but you were quickly grabbing them and pulling them behind his back. You pulled the belt from your pants off and wrapped it around his wrists, binding them together. “I didn’t say you could pull that out, did I?”

Cross’s breathing quickened as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening. You'd stepped into this new position of control so easily and fuck if it wasn’t turning him on so damn much. All he wanted at this point was for you to ride him and drain him. “M-Mesh’la. Please.”

“Please? Now that’s a delicious word from you I don’t usually hear. Do you want to cum that badly?” He nodded to you with a desperate look in his eye, it made you feel proud that you’d done this to him. Usually it was him holding all the power. “Even more reason for you to hold on then.” Walking away from him, you entered your room and dug through the closet for a moment.

Never had he felt this desperate for a release. Never had he been tied up and bossed around by someone so incredibly hot like you. Kriff, he was glad he was marrying you. The ring around his cock began to vibrate once more, making his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, baby.” The vibrations stopped once more allowing him to relax and open his eyes, the sight of you in the doorway nearly pushed him into his release.

You knew how much he loved seeing you in Bad Batch colors, you also knew how much he adored seeing you in his shirt and his name around your thigh. So your little outfit hadn’t been that hard to figure out. You’d swiped one of his black tops and brought it to a friend who made costumes for exotic dancers. She’d perfectly converted it into a sexy piece of lingerie that covered your breasts just enough to show off the logo of his squad on one side and the crosshair of a scope on the other. “My beloved, sniper.” Your black heels clicked loudly on the floor as you made your way to him, something red and silicone in your hand. The black lace of the panties you wore caught the light and allowed the red hues to catch his eye. You loved the way he shifted in the seat trying to get a more comfortable view of you. The strain of his cock against his pants was becoming more and more delicious to see. “Do you want to touch me?” He nodded as you stepped in front of him and let him get a good look at your outfit. Turning in place, all angles of the setup were able to be seen and that’s when you heard him inhale at the little line of numbers running down your spine in a fresh tattoo.

“CT-9904” came out in a strangled moan from him, the sight of the numbers and the feeling of the vibrating ring around his cock and balls was becoming too much. You looked fucking stunning in his colors with his shirt and his numbers on your body. His, all his. No one would be able to deny that, not even Wolffe. “Perfect place.” Now whenever he fucked you from behind he’d be able to see his designation. The vibrations finally stopped and he moaned softly, he was so damn close.

“Let’s see if you think so.” Holding up the red silicon object, you watched the way his eyebrow raised in confusion. “Hold still.” You leaned over in front of him, giving a teasing view of your breasts, and placed the object on his thigh. Slowly, you ran your hand around his leg and wrapped the object into place. “Try to not cum too soon.”

Cross took a moment to look at the object on his leg, trying to figure out what your game plan was. Though he wasn’t able to focus for too long thanks to the lovely sight of your breasts in that damn top. How mad would you be if he just ripped that off of you with his teeth? You moved back to speak and that’s when he realized what you’d placed on him. “G-grinder?” He’d mentioned getting one for you to try out a few weeks ago but he hadn’t realized you’d ordered it. The intention had been for you to be pumping his cock while riding his thigh. Instead, you were forcing him to resist his release.

“Do you like it? I took what you said to heart and looked for one I liked.” And boy was he in store for a special surprise with the one you picked.

“You did?” He groaned as you straddled his leg and nestled yourself on the grinder. That little squeak you made as you moved slowly forwards made his cock twitch achingly against his pants. When something silver glimmered between your breasts Cross raised an eyebrow. Maybe it was a piece of the wire in your top?

A chuckle left your lips as you leaned your head forward and ran your lips against his ear. “I did. I always take what you say and listen carefully.”

Wait, why did you say it that way? His mind began to run through things he’d said previously, wondering what it was that was pulling at him. Something was telling him this was the consequence of his big mouth. “Like w-what?”

You hummed in thought as your hips rocked back and forth across the ridges and bumps of the grinder. “Like how you prefer when I make the meat just a bit spicy. Or how you prefer milk in your caf.” A devilish grin crossed your lips while you dragged your teeth across his lobe. “Or how I’m such a good little sub.”

It hit him like a ton of durasteel. What you’d said had thrusted a sudden memory to the front of his mind. Your sweet lovely body was wrapped around him as he buried himself between your legs. His nails dug into the supple flesh of your ass, holding you up and against the wall. “Such a good little whore. My pretty little sub. You’re just so good at following everything I say. Maker, I love to see you squirm, now I wanna hear ya moan.” He’d thrust heavily into you a few more times as you screamed and wailed between heavy breaths. “You’ll always be my good little sub.”

“Me and my big m-mouth.” Cross’s head fell back as he realized he’d been the one to egg you on. Been the one to make you find this dominating side and tease him like this. This was all his fault and fuck did he plan on doing it again and again.

“Yes, that big mouth of yours.” Reaching between your breasts, you pulled out two silver remotes that looked identical. “It gave me an idea. So I bought this for some fun. But then you showed up with your gift.” You held both remotes up for him to see. “Can you tell which one is for your toy and which one is for mine?” When he shook his head, you chuckled darkly. “Neither do I. Shall we play a game then?”

“A game?” He moaned loudly as you pressed the buttons on both remotes. Your pleasure-filled cries filling the air. Head falling back and mouth open in pleasure, you allowed your hands to fall behind you and grip his knee as you rocked back and forth in desperation. “Kriff, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He’d happily spend every remaining day of his life watching you like this. Your hips rolling against his thigh while the toy vibrated intensely between your legs. The sweet delicious sounds of your pleasure filled his ears for as long as they could.

Fuck, the grinder was more intense than you realized it would be. Trying to even think straight or form basic sentences was nearly impossible. It took more focus than you’d ever admit to look back at him and explain your game. “P-pick one…gah…at a-any p-point…mmmph… you c-click it offfff…. If it’s n-not yoursss…you can’t cum.” A gasp left your lips as your string of pleasure began to tighten. Fuck, you were already getting so close, this grinder was amazing.

He could practically see how weak you were becoming from your need to release. But he knew you better than you knew yourself. The grinder wouldn’t be enough to get you off, not in the way you wanted or deserved. Cross shifted in his seat and nodded to your left hand. “That one, kitten. Put it in my hand.” You gave him a hazy nod and leaned against him, your delectable breasts in that delicious top straining to stay contained. Deciding to add to your pleasure, Cross began to bounce his leg. You screamed out in need while holding onto him tightly and looking over his shoulder to slide the silver remote into his bound hands. Crosshair turned his head and buried his face into your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume and liquor. A smell that was intoxicating to him. “You're so incredibly sexy like this, Mesh’la. Taking so much control and wrapping me around that little finger of yours.” He growled his words into your skin as little teasing kisses were placed in the crook of your neck. You whined into his shoulder as your speed hastened, no doubt chasing the release you so desperately wanted. “But if I know my girl, then I know you’re so painfully close right now you’re on the verge of tears. That you need something extra to push you over the edge. No amount of dominating will get you that release, pet.”

He dragged his teeth slowly across your shoulder teasing you in the best way imaginable. “Please.” It wasn’t fair, you were supposed to be showing him you were more than a little sub. That you could totally be a dom and yet he was so damn right. You couldn’t get off like this. Not when that thing to push you over was him and that glorious rod between his legs. He chuckled darkly into your skin in that annoying but sexy cocky voice of his and it made you more determined to fight the need to grab his cock and ride it until morning. Instead, you pulled back a bit and kissed him deeply as your movements became more erratic. If you could just move to the right position you’d be soaking his leg.

Crosshair didn’t need Jedi abilities or enhanced senses like Hunter to know exactly what you were trying to do. A deep growl came from him as he let you rut against him for a bit. “Let me help.” He opened his mouth slowly and dragged his teeth across your skin once more. A loud whine escaped your lips as you tried to utter a shaky ‘n-no’ to him. With a roll of his eyes, Cross bit into your shoulder making you scream in ecstasy as you came undone around his leg.

What he didn’t expect was the absolute carnal desires that were released as you did so. The sound of your voice as you cried out in pleasure, how your body shuttered and slowed against him as you rode through your high and that sweet stench of sex and sweat in the air. It all made him need to fuck you so damn bad, like how an animal catching the scent of its mate in heat was pushed to breed them. Fuck, the idea of breeding you, his fiancé, drove that desire so much more.

Your thumb trailed across the button of the remote in your palm, ready to hit it and possibly turn off your toy. But the sound of fabric snapping pulled you from the hazy bliss of post-orgasm high. Before you could even react, his arms were around you and holding you tight. “C-cross!” Those arms you loved, scooped under your ass and moved you carefully to the floor as he groaned against the continued vibrations of his cock ring. So far it seemed he hadn’t tried to turn it off as both toys were still going.

“I know that wasn’t enough for you. It’s time for you to get your prize for being so damn naughty tonight.” Cross reached between his legs and practically ripped his pants down in urgency. It was no longer a want to fuck you, it was a need. He’d been fighting his release for nearly a damn hour and he just couldn’t do it anymore. His pants caught on the grinder and he easily ripped the toy off in annoyance, throwing it to the side without a second thought. It buzzed angrily on the ground and when you moved to hit the button on your remote to try and stop it, he grabbed it and threw both remotes towards the discarded toy. “Together.” Was all he said as he lined his caged cock with the soaking heat of your cunt. “So fucking wet. You like your little orgasm?” A shaky ‘y-yes’ came from you and he clicked his tongue before laughing and bending down to kiss you.

His tongue danced across your lips demanding entrance, which you eagerly gave to him. While the orgasm had been amazing, it wasn’t amazing enough. No, there was only one way to get the orgasm you wanted and that was from him dominating you and fucking you into the floor. “Cross, fuck.”

There was that needy whine of yours that turned him to a hundred. He understood what you were trying to do, how you were trying to be the dominating one. But you were just too damn sweet to fully be able to do it. “My little pet, you did so well today. So fucking sexy controlling me.” You whined at the praise he poured over you as the tip of his cock teased your entrance, lubing itself up with your prior release. He caught one of the little tears that ran down your cheek and lifted it for you to see. “Don’t cry, you truly did a great job today. Now let me reward you.”

That fucking praise that he gave you always did something to you inside. The fire inside you burst into a full inferno as he continued to praise you and let you know how well you’d done. The promise of a reward was mentioned and you moaned at the idea. Yes, a reward for controlling your clone fiancé so perfectly that he was now ready to destroy you like an animal that’s finally pinned its prey. “Yes. Fuck, Crosshair. I want it so badly.”

How could he refuse you when you begged so sweetly? Without another word, he slid into you and groaned at how tightly you clamped down around him. You let out a beautiful wailing moan as the vibrating silicon of his cock ring made contact with your clit, reactivating your entire body. Breathy pants and cries of his name filled your apartment while he took a moment to savor your beautiful body beneath him once more. “Gonna show ya why you're mine and not that cocky Reg’s.”

He slid out painfully slow from your heat before hungrily thrusting back into you. The mention of Wolffe had your head spinning. So this was your reward, a hard and mind-blowing fucking after bringing up Wolffe once more. At this point, you did it on purpose just for him to get this riled up. “Always yours, only yours.” He quickly increased his speed and your body was bouncing in time with him.

Crosshair watched in delight as your breasts broke free of the top just from the force in which he was fucking you. Usually end worry this was too rough, even for you, but the smile and cries of pleasure leaving you let him know you were okay. “Damn right, you are.” A tightness pulled at him with each long hard thrust he put into you. He wouldn’t last much longer, too long he’d been edged. “Hang on, ain’t gonna l-last much longer.”

You locked your legs behind his back and gripped his knees that were on each side of him. A thought occurred to you and before you chickened out, you decided to try something else new. “I demand you cum in me, Crosshair. Fill me with every single drop you have.” His grip on your hips tightened with each command that left your lips.

Now that had awoken something within him. “Countdown, now”.

You didn’t hesitate, or try to ask a question.

“10…9…8…7…6…5” With every number his thrusting became harder and his grip tighter. You hung on to the next number for far longer than you should have, earning an annoyed cry from the clone buried within you.

“4”

“You’re such a good dom, kitten.”

“3”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“2”

“So fucking pretty taking my cock.”

“1”

“I love you so damn much.”

Cross moaned loudly as he came within you, your release coming mere moments later. Finally, after nearly an hour, he’d gotten his release within the only woman he’d ever want to cum in. His hands held you tightly as he allowed your body to milk him with each slow stroke he did. “Kriff. Keep doing that and we may end up with a kid.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” You fought to catch your breath as his thrusts slowed to a halt. A small whine left you when he pulled out of you to pull off the cock ring and discard it with the remotes and grinder.

He’d handle turning them off later, for now, he truly just wanted to hold you close. Cross pulled you into his arms easily and slid you both towards the couch in your nearby living room. With the energy fully drained from him, he opted to keep his back against the couch and just pull a blanket down to cover you both. “Not sure I’m ready to share that sexy body of yours with anyone else yet, even if it is our kid.” But damn would you look stunning swollen with his child.

You adjusted into him and relaxed with a content sigh. “Really? No one?”

Crosshair rolled his eyes as he picked up on what you were trying to hint at. “If you can dominate him like you did me, then perhaps I’d be up for Wolffe watching.”

Something within you ignited at the delicious idea. “Just watch?”

Fuck, he loved how naughty you could be. “Edge him for as long as you did me and I’ll let ya fuck him.” Hell, he’d let ya fuck any of them if it meant watching a few regs get tortured in the process. He liked his brothers, he truly did. He got so little pleasure in things, but he knew that watching them be dominated by you, teased, and wound up by you would be a delicious delight. Besides, at the end of the day, it would be him planting his seed in your belly and marrying you.

After all, you were his pretty little switch.

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[birgittesilverbae]

hi so since shannon survives in babea au 🥺 would she and mary ever think of getting married?

v normal about this

in the wake of losing the halo, shannon remains a sister warrior for a few months, but it doesn't feel right, the way she feels rejected by god, the way beatrice is barely on speaking terms with her, the pitying looks she gets in the halls of the convent. she leaves the church quietly, mother superion giving her blessings and her understanding, but remains with the order in the way the mary exists within it, as an outsider standing at the periphery, held only by a handful of a commandments and the family she's found amongst her sisters

she moves in with mary, has been dating her for about five years at that point, but is more focused on doing what she can to keep bea safe from vincent than she is on their relationship, which is a homecoming and a safe haven and on the backburner for two women trying to protect the teens they love. (the visions, the knowledge of the betrayal, come earlier in this 'verse because vincent is giftwrapped a warrior nun who has grown up under his care, who he has groomed to be the warrior nun adriel needs). 

ronda happens, and bea's relationship with shannon resettles, and bea allows herself to listen to what shannon's been trying to tell her all along. that vincent cannot be trusted. that trusting him would lead to her downfall.

vincent gets squared away, and bea can focus on becoming number one efficient warrior nun, and mary and shannon can relax a fraction, relax a hair (can never fully relax when bea is a reliquary and a raw wound and a scar). they learn to live with each other in their new normal, shannon in the first freedom she's ever truly had

it's mary who raises the question late one night, after a family dinner at which lilith had made some jab or another about them basically being married already. it's just an initial conversation, she says, just seeing whether they're on the same page about where they want this to go (mary, her trust shattered by vincent, always, always hedging her bets), but shannon takes mary's face in her hands and forces her to make eye contact and tells her this is the only place she wants to be. that if mary feels the same way, then there's no point wasting time not being engaged

they go get rings the next day, matching white gold bands and chains to wear the other's on around their neck when they're in the field. they quickly end up getting silicone rings too for daily wear, spend most of their time wearing the other's engagement band around their neck. they keep it quiet, beyond telling bea and by extension lilith, and bea snaps into action planning their wedding

it's a small affair, on the overlook in ronda, where the four of them had stood in the early dawn so many months before and revelled in their survival. lilith stands for shannon, their bond grown so much closer in the aftermath of shannon losing the halo and lilith being passed over for bea. bea stands for mary, feeling every year between them in the ache in her heart, at mary's shoulder the way mary has so often stood at hers. bea has both their rings tucked in the breast pocket of her suit (having been ragged on for being the ring Bearer for months), and mary squeezes her hand affectionately when she passes them over

mother superion conducts the service, tries desperately to contain her tears but to no avail, and shannon holds a hand out for her to take, to support her, to remind her that at least one of her girls has made it out of the meat grinder alive, that at least one of her girls has found safety and happiness 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Alex Samuels at Daily Kos:

Amazon announced this past weekend its plans to distribute a documentary about the once-and-future first lady Melania Trump—and now we know just how much the online retailer will pay for it. Puck News reported earlier Monday that Amazon has agreed to fork over $40 million to license the documentary, which will be directed by the once-“canceled” director Brett Ratner, who was accused of sexual harassment and misconduct by at least six women. With this deal, according to Puck News, Amazon will get the rights to distribute Melania’s podcast and will also host a “previously undisclosed two-to-three episode follow-up docuseries” on the incoming first lady, who will supposedly participate in both projects. 

It isn’t all that shocking that Melania is partnering with a Jeff Bezos-funded company on a film project. Bezos, who has had a rocky relationship with Trump, has been among the Silicon Valley execs kissing Trump’s ring ahead of his second term in the White House. Among other things, The Washington Post owner killed his paper’s endorsement of Trump’s 2024 rival, Vice President Kamala Harris; was among the first billionaires to congratulate Trump on his second win; and donated $1 million to Trump’s inaugural funds. What’s weirder is the fact that Ratner is directing. He hasn’t worked on a major Hollywood production since he was accused of alleged sexual misconduct by multiple women in the early days of the #MeToo reckoning of 2017. While Ratner has denied all of the allegations and no charges were brought against him, he was dropped from his agency and hasn’t worked on a major Hollywood project in nearly a decade.

This is gross capitulation by Amazon and Jeff Bezos, as they plan to distribute a documentary about the once-and-future disgrace of a FLOTUS in Melania Trump, and Melania’s podcast will be distributed through Amazon.

[thehomophobe]

A flock of busboys and maids all hurried down the dimly lit hallways. Each servant carried shopping bags, suitcases, briefcases, satchels, and the heavy weight of foreboding trepidation; they just want to please the boss.

Especially since he wasn't in a good mood. They trip over their shiny shoes and pristine skirts in haste; the boss needs his stuff, and needs it now. The single elevator repletes again and again with servants. They would use the stairs but the slightest scuff could wipe their heads off clean. 

DING!

Each ring of the elevator allows the rookeries of penguin suited men and women to arrive at a palatial lobby. Similar to a waiting room at the doctor's office. Though, those who wait here would be offered a deal or offered an execution. For the servants, this was an emergency. 

One butler, a true gentleman's gentleman, had the courage to knock on the gilded, velvety red doors. 

"Mister Potere. Your presents have arrived." While the butler spoke politely and forward, the sheer intensity sweats beneath bundles of fabric. Oh dear, those clothes are going to need a wash. 

...

CLICK!

The door open. The boss's face appears from the other side.

"Come in come in." He beckoned them inside. The rookery all scatter themselves around the penthouse; into the foyer, up the bifurcated stairs, through the halls towards the bathrooms, bedrooms, kitchens, bars, any place found in between the cracks of red and gold. 

"The rest will be with you shortly sir."

"Thank you Edmund." The boss thanked, a grin as charming as the devil emitted from his face. He thanked the servants that exited the suite as they passed, grateful of their diligence and service. 

One maid entered the lounge swiftly, carrying as many shopping bags as she could. 

"Evening Claire."

 "Evening boys." 

The maid greeted the two consorts, who were stripped down to their robes. The blonde sat on a stool at the small bar while the noirette sat on the velvet couch. 

"What are those?" Asked the blonde.

"Gifts from Mr. Potere. He bought these just for you tonight..." While the word may indicate a reward, the maid had an inference about the punishment wrapped in silky ribbons and cardboard. She didn't bother to even look inside the bag, the shop name and the weight provided clues to what's inside the boxes. She places the bags at the center of the lounge, away from the clipped-winged angels.

Claire gave a longing, somber look to the brothers. "...Take care of yourselves boys..." She blessed. 

"Thank you Claire."

"We'll try."

 The maid hurried herself out of the lounge; the last she wants is for the boss to think she's some secret mistress. 

"Isn't she a doll?" Sun commented, an arm raising his head at the bar. Moon took one bag from the pile she had carried. Inside was a plain white box tied with a pink ribbon. The ribbon unfurls revealing a black two piece. Lace that seemed to be woven by a spider. The lingerie was stitched silky promiscuity. Perfect for a man like Moon, even if it was meant for women. 

And it didn't end there.

Wine red, powder blue, decorous white, twee pink, even stranger colors like orange, green and brown. 

At the very bottom of some bags were sex toys. Molded by rubber and plastic. Used for those with love as fake as the silicon the companies manufacturing it. 

Sun nauseated. Moon grimaced. These weren't gifts. These were threats. That if you don't put those on and kneel before me, I'll have both your heads.

"The car's parked too far from the penthouse." Moon admitted. "We'll be found out. From the public if not his goons." 

"Moon I-"

*BAM*

"Ah, I see you like the gifts." The boss stepped foot through the door, grinning at his two little bunnies fondling with their torture devices. "My tendency to break things always gets the best of me. Especially in the bedroom..." 

Not a single word emitted from their mouths. Though the boss plans to make them squeal soon. 

"Hmm...Feeling shy are we?" The ginger boss stepped closer, his eyes burning towards the noirette. That's what he wants to have tonight. "You're not scared are you?" He gingerly clawed though the noirette silky hair. The stygian moved his head away from the hand he wanted to smack away. The don seemed to be pleased with his effort of escape, but continued to claw massage the head of hair. So smooth, so divine, so...

"Mmhmhmhm..." 

He gripped a lock and yanked the pallor man out off the couch. 

A yell of pain emitted from him.

The blonde try to push off the boss. 

But is only returned with a powerful smack across the face.

The blonde tumbles to the soft but hard flooring, wincing at the abusive hit. The blow had overpowered him. 

The noirette try to tear himself of his captor, but the grip only tightens. 

"Such a naughty little bunny. Did you think I forgot about your punishment?" The don snickers. The noirette punctures---or at least tries to--the arm that clutches a piece of his head as he curses out his "adoring lover". 

"Shut up you fuck!" The grip tightens.

"Wrong answer." The don chastises. "But I'll give you another chance."

"You lousy fu--"

*Thump*

The don, with all his might, shoves the noirette into the arm of the couch. The thin line of cushioning doesn't even soften the blow. A bruise forms on the stygian's pretty little head. The boss really hates to do this, but all actions have consequences.

"One last chance love, and maybe I won't use the lighter or the knife this time." 

...

Heavy, staggering breathing was Moon could respond with. With how limp his form was, you would've thought he passed out. 

"Hmph. Fine. If you won't say here, you'll say it in there." The don drags the noirette in the bedroom, but he still had some energy to at least fight back, pulling his head back to let the follicles loose. It only hurt more, each tug of escape didn't help. The don was too strong. The rest of the energy was resorted to cursing him out. The blonde recovered from the blow to free his brother. A push separated the two siblings once again. 

The doors slams shut.

Sun was left alone again.

No amount of curses or bangs could released the prisoner inside. 

"Such a good boy~."

A large erected cock plunges deep into the pharynx of Moon. Kecks was the only thing the stygian could "say" at the moment. To the boss this was the perfect punishment for the little rebel: If one is unable to speak, no insults would be spoken.

And if one is tied up, one cannot escape from their home. 

The beautiful, sadomasochistic ropes tangles the criminal consort and ties him to the bed. Perfect. Just perfect. 

"Dumb little rabbit. You break my rules, I break you." Eclipse mutters. A slap to the face awakes Moon once more. The lack of air slows him down; using the nose isn't enough to replete and deplete his lungs sufficiently. Tears in the noirette eyes as the white-hot cum poured down his throat. It tasted of bile, disgusting acid similar to the ones that melt holes into metal. 

"Make sure you swallow sweetheart~." Eclipse cooed, gently tapping the side of the (victim's) man cheek to awaken him again. The cum was being swallowed, with a instance of it dripping off the corners of Moon's lips. A claw grips his head yet again; he swore a chunk of his hair was gonna be ripped off his head. The phallus plunged as deep as it could go, the apparatus choking Moon worse than his boss holding him by the neck. At least he was sure about his death when that happens. 

"Just a little bit longer."

He could handle it any longer. 

He retched. He gagged. He felt his body spasm. But even that won't be enough to kill him.

"That's it, drink it all up dear."

Dear, sweetheart, these words meant nothing. Useless, empty, like presents wrapped in gilded paper and satin ribbons with nothing inside when opened.

He wanted to die. Please god kill him. Kill him now.

The clutch loosen.

His hair was unharmed.

His throat was free.

He could finally breathe in from his mouth, face gone pale and lips blue by this point. His lungs felt overwhelmed and sensation returned breath by breath. So much heaving with his mouth just irritated his destroyed throat more, but he pushed past it with desperation, adrenaline coming back to him.

He was alive. Sadly.

"Wasn't that fun doll~?" A claw tilted the numb consort's hanging head to face him. Eclipse hummed, his lover's too fucked out to speak.

Perfect.

A kiss of pity was pressed towards the noirette's cheek. Any semen of his was meant for his concubines, so tries to avoid any of the contaminated areas. The ribbons knotting Moon to the bed were been removed. The next phase was being prepared. Only a bit of rope tied the pallor to the bed while the rest was meant for his ectomorphic but divine body. Moon wanted to collapse, he was done, no more, please...

"Now, I'll make sure you won't walk out on me again." Eclipse hissed in Moon's ear. The tied corpse was then bent down, folded to allow the don free access to his rear. Slim hips were grabbed by sharp claws, the smooth, quartz skin gets scratched by the talons of the devil. Eclipse aligns his always-insatiable penis to the corpse.

A mortician must always fill a dead body with embalming fluid. Helps preserve the deceased. 

Moans from the stygian replaces the moist sounds behind him. A slap on the butt made the bunny yelp. Eclipse was having way too fun with this. If his throat wasn't scarred, Moon would've cursed him out; called him a fucker, a bastard, a tyrant. But the don heard those same old insults before, and shot those who cursed him out for too long. It would be as useless as the petnames Eclipse would call him. 

His anus was slowly filling with the seed of the black dahlia, the semen dripping from the hole as it overflowed. Running down his thighs and legs, then sheets of the love bed. The thorns scratched his sides with every thrusts. The rope felt tighter, suffocating him from outside. Another slap on the ass roused him. He bucked his hips. Eclipse promised to cripple him, and cripple him he shall. 

"Naughty. Little. Bunny." Eclipse thrusted harder with each word. The rope rubbed against the cuts and burns he made on Moon, claiming the sex object as his. 

A pleasure filled moan emitted from Eclipse as more cum gushed from his cock. The milk pour out and down the corpse, creating a creamy, dewy mess underneath. 

"That felt good." Eclipse muttered to himself, proud of his work. Moon, numb to the bone, laid over the disgusting, rancid mess on the bed. 

"Finish yourself off, then you're going downstairs. You and your brother have a gig tonight and I want you to be ready.  Understood?"

...

"Good."

The don goes to the conjoined bathroom installed next door.

Moon lies crumpled with a deathly look...

God...someone...anyone...please save him...

Claire brushed off the dirt and anxiety from her maid skirt. Now that she escaped the seventh level of hell she could go back to being a scullery maid.  

"Claire." A voiced stops her sprint. A hostess walk towards her, bun petite and glasses fixed. "I need you to escort our guest to the Jupiter House."

Really? Why couldn't she do it? She's a hostess. Claire's a maid. You don't ask a maid to escort guest to their rooms. You clean their messes and put air freshener and change the sheets if things got frisky. And the Houses? She just escaped from Hades, the crippling anxiety had just washed off. "Sure." The maid obliged. To the right of the hostess was said guest, who walked in confused and of course, in dire need of direction. The hostess redirected the guest to follow the overworked maid. Once again, she's forced to take the job of another. 

The guest looked...a little ragged...They reeked of sweat and alcohol that was somehow still fermenting. Claire can't judge the guests; she'll get an earful if she did. But pity isn't the right response either. Luck strikes like lightning, anyone could've won. And not to be rude, but frankly, they (need) deserved it.

"Follow me." Claire smiled. 

The maid, Claire, according to her nameplate, had beckoned you to follow her to the elevators. You're surprised to even catch what she said when your mind was clouded by satin and cotton. That man...That gorgeous man...He must be from heaven. Where it's all so peaceful. Where you wash your sins away in the tide. The promised land. You fiddled with the white glove in hand. The silky texture of the fabric felt better than the coarse roughness of crumpled dollar bills. 

"Um...excuse me?" A voice piped. The maid waved her hand in front you as if she's casting a spell to wake you. 

"Hm?"

"I was asking if you brought any sort of baggage you needed to be delivered." 

You shook your head. After tonight, you've completely forgotten everything you've scavenged from the past months. The others can have it. Whilst you mentally explained yourself, you felt the check inside your pocket.

$1,000,000.

For the 1,000,000th guest. How could they not go with the theme.

*DING*

The elevator swiftly opens. Inside was, similar to the planet, huge and spacious. Dark browns, tawny creams, marble spirals of almond, milk and black. It was lavish, with it's bifurcated stairs of marble and polished wood, ionic pillars of limestone, and high ceilings with a gorgeous chandelier. Golden, purposely dim lights added a moodiness to the room. Abstract pictures, mainly of naked people having sex and partying around decorated the place. The suite had a nutty, alcoholic scent, like sweet rum. 

In other words, it was beautiful.

"Welcome to the Jupiter House. The biggest suite here in the Meridian." Claire smiled. "Do you have your check?"

You nodded and gave her the bill.

"Alright. I'll send this downstairs. Your money will come shortly. Feel free to look around." 

...

The sound of clicking heels faded out, leaving nothing but you, the air of rich rum, and success.

Er...is it really success? You just pulled your name out of a hat and took a photo with a big fake check. You could call yourself a winner.

Shit...nah that don't sit right either. Probably because you just couldn't accept your fate. The question still bubbles and brews inside you: How the hell did you get here?!

You stared at the glove in your hand.

He got you here...

The angel at the hotel got you here.

The angel from the casino got you here.

You promised yourself to pray tonight before bed. 

Speaking of bed, where is it?

You gazed at the stairs in front of you, must be upstairs you thought. You felt for ruining the floors with your dirty boots; they must've just cleaned it for you, and now your scuffing the luxury out of them. You took careful steps upstairs. The floor above have another living room smaller than the one below; to put in perspective, this room was the size of a high school dance hall. The one below, a movie theater. Continuing its lavish theme of moody brown, timid tans and gilded edges. A wide flat tv was mounted to the right, while a large couch and chaise inhabited the left. A coffee table that ironically smelled of coffee, created a separation between. Underneath was a cow ski---no bear skin, brown bear skin rug. Deeper within was a bar stored with alcohol vary in type and expensiveness. A bartender's dream home to say the least. That's probably where the rum smell was coming from. And yet with all that, this wasn't the proper place to sleep. Luckily for you there were more doors to open, such as the double mahogany doors passed the living room. 

So once you pushed the golden handle away to peek, you were met with a whole different suite. Was this still apart of the room? Did you stumbled upon someone else's place? Did you make you way back to the entrance? It looked the exact same; browns, tans, while, blacks, all swirled into the tiles like coffee with milk and cream. There's even some pictures of real people stripped naked posing for your eyes to see. A spiral set of stairs lifted you up to the loft, where a fireplace and a comfy couch brought a sense of Christmas time in the Rockies. Even downstairs had a living room, a kitchen, a bar, some bathrooms, and probably a guest bedroom. Your curiosity didn't settled for that though, this was the biggest suite in the hotel. You might as well meander from the time.

In what felt like ages, you've completed your exploration. It truly was the biggest suite in the hotel. You must've ran into seven bedrooms, twelve bathrooms, a movie theater, an indoor pool, three foyers, four lofts, a hot tub, a balcony and a sex dungeon. Clearly, as if it wasn't obvious before, this room was meant for a business man. A wealthy business man. Who has enough mistresses to fill the garden tub in the master bathroom. You didn't think of inviting anyone over for tonight. You did however, think about all the benefits you got. What did they mean by "your own personal staff team"? You didn't want servants You didn't want to boss anyone around. You wanted a nice, comfortable bed in sleep in with nice comfortable clothes and nice comforting food to fill your belly with. The fancy-shmancy stuff could be put to the side. 

You lie on the king bed in the master bedroom, your dirt and sweat and oils soak the pure white of the sheets. So much for keeping the place clean. You looked at the glove again. So pure, so clean, so...

You held the glove against your nose, deeply inhaling the sweet smell of springtime. 

You didn't learn how to read an analog clock, but judging by the night sky outside the balcony windows and lights that illuminate the inky darkness, the night was still young. Or maybe this city just never sleeps. Either way you wanted to have fun, the immense space of the suite may be a waste, but free admission to the amenities along with $1,000,000 in cash---or card--shouldn't go to waste. That's it! You're going out!

It's as if it were the early morning of Black Friday.

The patrons of the hotel were lively and buzzing, zapped and awaken by the booze flowing their veins. Their heads light and weightless, they soar with the wings gold and wine. They would head for the golden horizon. The Meridian meant the top of the world; the poles connecting the North and South, where everyone wanted to be tonight.

You squeezed yourself through the seas of people, trying to find an activity to do in the meantime. You were wide awake after all that big winning from tonight. You needed to tired yourself out. As the hostess had mentioned before, you had free admission to the casino, the restaurants, the spas, the pools, the bars, the smoking room, and the playhouse, which you realized was just the auditorium. You didn't want to gamble again so you avoided the casino. You weren't hungry. You didn't want to get drunk tonight. You didn't really smoking all that much. The spas were closed and the pool needed cleaning, meaning the only thing left for you was the auditorium. 

The crowd pushed you out of its way and to the entrance. The words "Venus' Playhouse" was plastered and lit up with bright lights like blockbusters in a cinema. On the side had a poster for tonight's show.

Dream a Little Dream

Come See How A Star Is Born

It includes a woma--er--man? An androgynous figure sitting on a giant crescent moon glittered and bedazzled with silvers and sapphires amethysts and ribbons. The figure had blue-ish black hair, cut off about the shoulders with a small undeveloped hair covering a bit of his left eye. They were pale, sickly yet somehow healthy-looking. An albino but the melanin had only transfer to the hair. They were attractive, a body as slim as model and as graceful as a dove. Those eyes, those red eyes stare into yours. Love, longing, lust, loneliness; you couldn't tell. Behind those red curtains had the answer. And you wanted to know. Just like the many patrons inside. 

Carnegie hall, you never been there, but that's what looked like. There were more than 1,000 seats lining the top, bottom, left, right, back, and front. There were circular dining tables surrounding the runaway of the stage while the normal seats became the main perimeter of the playhouse. The stage was huge and barely lit, the answer lie behind the red curtains once more. You need to find a seat for the lecture. 

"Excuse me sir?" A humble, polite voice asked. The theater attendant---you didn't what they were called---came to you. "You are the 1,000,00th guest, no?"

"That's right."

"We have reserved a seat for you upfront. The one closest to the stage." He pointed to well, the closet spot on the stage. You thanked the man but you started to get a knot in your stomach. A hobo like yourself, upfront, where all the lights illuminated your area the most. A suit would've been nice, but your check has still not arrived yet. 

While the other guests had taken their spots in the soft cushion seats above and below murmuring and muttering and gossiping to each other, you made it down the stairs to your spot. A little golden stand had the words "RESERVED", waiting for you to arrive. Damn was the stage bigger up close. You felt ostracized, the patrons watching you from above and below as if you were the main act for tonight.

You felt excluded, not exclusive.

You should've bought a change of clothes.

...

The lights dim.

Their voices fade away.

The stage holds its breath.

A light flashed.

The bright beam centered itself.

The red curtains roll up. 

There they were.

There he was.

He moved slowly, smoothly, gracefully. A hand on the hip, a hand on the pole, a hand your heart. Were his eyes on you? Were the pools of shining rubies still-flowing for you? You couldn't tell; you were to mesmerized by the way he moved his body; that narrow waist, those long legs, that well-contoured ass...

He rubbed against the pole like a bear scratching its back on a tree. You moaned internally as he turned away from the crowd, breaking eye contact with you to give a better view. The audience needs some of that sugar tonight. The other women---and men--crowding the front gazed, stared, drooled a little. Arousal was arousing and spreading across the hall. The curtains reveal what was on the poster: the moon. The silver-gilded, bejeweled moon. Right behind the man orbiting the metal pole like a satellite. Like a moon. 

At an opportune moment of the song, he grasped his upper thighs with a soft smack, slowly but firmly trailing his fingers up as his hips continued to sway in time. He turned back after a moment of teasing and grinding, eyes capturing yours immediately as he halted the coordinated spin. But still commanding the attention of the adoring crowd in between you. You felt a warm sensation; your little friend, your third leg, your dick was errecting.

Holy shit did he just take off all his clothes?

Ok not all of it; an indigo thong---that just empathized his hips---along with silky garters and stockings covered himself. He gave a cheeky look over his shoulder before giving another spin to face the crowd and the responding noise from the audience became louder than the music for a moment. You were sweating. You tried no to howl with the rest of the crowd as well as try to "soothe'' your little friend from below.

*Click. Click. Click.*

He owned the runaway; each click of the heels matched the beat of the song, but was way out-of-tune with your heart beat. As he came closer, the spotlight followed him. The patrons all stared at him, idolizing the prostitute.

Then he came down the steps.

Wait since when were there steps?!?!?!

The man rubbed a socialite's shoulders, kissed a mistresses hand, licked another man's ear. He pampered those lucky enough to be in the front.

And then he went to you. With hunger and lust in his eyes, he sat in your lap. Two milky white hands wrapped around your neck, even tough he was taller than you. The man smirked deeply, observing what he was dealing with. Your little friend woke up again. He chuckled, rolling his hips at the sudden erection before slipping a hand deep within your filthy folds of fabric. It was cold but warm, having the man feel your incessant heartbeat as he gazed into your eyes. He got up from your lap and walked behind you. 

A hand slips from your shoulder, revealing the milky white arm...

Wait...

The man walked back up the stairs from the runaway and towards the pole. The music was ending. A flirtatious look was given directly to you once again before the angel santured backstage.

The curtains close.

The music ends.

The lights turn off.

A roar of applause and chants for an encore erupted the hall. You sat on your seat frozen and hot. You clutched a hand on your chest to relax your heart. Until you felt something solid and thin inside.

A card was placed inside your jacket.

"Meet me in the Gemini Suite~. "

"🌙"

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

HIGHLIGHTS FROM THIS EPISODE OF MONDAY NIGHT FRESH

THE HAWKEYES VS. THE CORPORATION

Following Kate Bishop’s victory over Until Dawn’s Emily Davis, Clint Barton asked the unnamed commissioner if they can put Kate’s name on the list of contenders for the Women’s World Championship. Although the commissioner told Clint at the time that they’ll consider it, it’s now been confirmed that the #1 contender will be Seras Victoria (Hellsing).

Frustrated by this, Clint Barton, while speaking to the ABW crowd, called out the unnamed commissioner for making Seras the #1 contender without having her earning the spot. This led to a representative of the ABW corporation entering the ring to confront Clint directly.

Angered by Clint’s remarks, the ABW representative says that Clint has been fired by the commissioner. Before Clint leaves the ring, he makes sure to give the ABW corporate representative a Hawkeye Stunner.

Kate then left the arena with Clint, angry at what has transpired.