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kyndahot Ā· 23 days ago
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finger in airā€¦ why do I feel an Ollie vid in the wind..
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ilanarose7 Ā· 1 year ago
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Anyone else wake up this morning and realize they canā€™t remember a bunch of what happened on 4SD because they were watching Omar being the cutest little cuddly pup the entire show?
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boybasher Ā· 3 months ago
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greghatecrimes Ā· 4 months ago
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it's (slightly more than) six sentence sunday!
this week: In the Dirt universe, circa 1993. A snatch of a moment between Remy and Jay.
(...) "You knew!" Remy accuses, her voice growing louder with each word. "You knew that both of us could get sick!"
Understanding dawns on Jay's face. "...Shit." he tries to put a hand on her shoulder. "Dad told you?"
"No," she snaps, shoving him away. "I found out on my own, no thanks to you! He wasn't going to tell me!"
"Rem..."
"How could you keep that from me?" she demands, staring up at him, eyes blazing. "Just because Dad asked? Bullshit! I lost Mom, too. I could get sick, too. I deserve to know about the risk just as much as you do!" she gives him another frustrated shove to the chest; he barely moves an inch. At twenty one and fourteen, he still towers nearly a foot over her.
He puts both hands on her shoulders. "I wanted to tell you." He says desperately.
"So?" she glares at him. "Wanting to doesn't change the fact that you didn't."
Jay sighs, regret shadowing his face. "I'm sorry, Rabbit. I don't know, I..." he runs a hand over his face exhaustedly. "I was scared. So fucking scared."
After a minute of silence, Remy's voice wavers as she finally admits, softer now, "...I'm scared, too."
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nakedcrafts Ā· 3 months ago
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Stayed up way too late camming (and cumming), but y'all made it worth it.
Gonna be on this afternoon, working from home at my day job in my bra and panties. Maybe I'll get naked if you make it worth my while...
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yuco-the-alien116 Ā· 2 years ago
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A glowstick and her robots
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We slay our little glowstick Cam and her two big robos Doddot (belongs to @scketchorinopop) and The Detective (belongs to me as well as Cam)
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messenger-of-stupidity Ā· 2 years ago
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I didn't actually need sleep tonight. That's fine too. It's not like I got a total of five and a half hours of sleep since Saturday.
I'm fine. My brain doesn't feel like it's vibrating in my skull. It doesn't feel like someone is trying to carve out my kidney with a steak knife.
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purplesimmer455 Ā· 1 year ago
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Piper and Cam headed to Camā€™s house. They chatted with Camā€™s parents before heading to Camā€™s room and Camā€™s mom and dad headed to theirs. Paenji and Min Jun woohooed, and then headed to bed.
The next morning, Min Jun made waffles for the family and Piper, and Cam got up first, yawning as she greeted her dad. ā€œWhat did you make, appa*?ā€ She asked. ā€œPumpkin spice waffles with maple syrup.ā€ He added, grinning. ā€œPiper will love them.ā€ Cam said, smiling as she grabbed a plate. ā€œShe was born on October 31st so she loves all fall and Spooky Day things.ā€ Min Jun smiled. ā€œYou canā€™t stop bringing her up, can you?ā€ He teased. ā€œDad!ā€ Cam said, but added. ā€œNo, I try but itā€™s like I canā€™t get her out of my mind.ā€ Min Jin smiled softly. ā€œI was, and still am, like that with your mom. Marrying her, and having you and Cecilia, were some of the best parts of my life, Paenji is my best friend and love and everything.ā€ He said. Cam smiled too. ā€œOkay, donā€™t tell anyone I said this, but I hope me and Piper can be like you guys one day, you know married and happy and still madly in love, even though itā€™s cheesy as heck.ā€ She added teasingly. "Thatā€™s sweet, Cammy.ā€ Her dad said. ā€œAnd I wonā€™t tell anyone, but Iā€™ll definitely keep it in mind to tease you with later.ā€ He joked, and Cam groaned playfully just as Oscar curiously came up to see what his humans were eating and if theyā€™d share it. Min Jun gave him a plain piece of waffle, and Oscar scarfed it down while Cam and her dad laughed.
Plus, hereā€™s some random photos of Iseul using the pizza oven, and Piper using the mixer, just to test both items out for fun. šŸ˜Š
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piedoesnotequalpi Ā· 1 year ago
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Katherine for the ask game??
(Character ask game!)
Hi Cam :)
First impression: Unfortunately my first impression of her was mostly that her relationship with Jack felt a little forced. But! She is not only a love interest! I have grown in my opinions!
Impression now: I really like her! I'm so tired and I cannot figure out more things to say but I think she is cool and I loved her characterization in UKsies
Favorite moment: The entirety of King of New York
Idea for a story: I've already written this, but I like the idea of her choosing to learn things her father wouldn't approve of post-canon
Unpopular opinion: I don't think she should punch Jack in the scene leading up to Something to Believe In! My personal favorite staging of that moment is this one, which is from the tour apparently
Favorite relationship: Writing my exchange fic made me really appreciate Katherine and Crutchie together, but I love all the little moments she has with Specs in Livesies too (also Katherine and Davey! I'm sleepy and thoughts are coming to me in a weird order)
Favorite headcanon: Rizz/@jack-kellys mentioned this in response to an ask I sent them and I included it in the bachelorette au: I really like the idea of Katherine being convinced to meet Davey's family/stay for dinner and then having her own "so that's what they call a family" moment
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nahitspatrick Ā· 2 years ago
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Saturdays šŸ‘šŸ»
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dragoncarrion Ā· 2 years ago
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Bruh these kids are asking how long the 450 minimum word essay is when it's turned in in like one hour 20 minutes šŸ˜­šŸ˜­šŸ˜­
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rainingincale Ā· 4 months ago
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Haha! Hello!
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lostlense Ā· 1 year ago
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Lights
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spirestar Ā· 2 years ago
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cam & vergil / @heartinhands
It's not the first time she's walked out during one of their arguments. Her apartment is small, but not so tiny they can't escape each other. Cam flops onto her bed heavily and sighs. Lashes flutter over dark irises. After a few minutes of silence -- And, oh, do they drag on -- there's a rustle of noise outside the closed door.
Such a thin barrier. Vergil never lets any barrier stand in his way. Or, he never used to. From the shifting of his feet against the floorboards and the way she can practically picture his anxious hands grasping for a phantom the sword he's put up by the book shelf, Cam wonders if that's different now, too. So much else is.
"It's open," is what she offers into the silence. A choice: To approach the conflict and comfort or turn away from both. Cam isn't sure if she's testing him or herself. Both, probably. If she can stand to wait for him to choose and if he can do it. Unfair. She knows it is. "Not locked."
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illyrianbitch Ā· 9 months ago
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Safe
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Pairing: Reader x Azriel
Summary: Azriel's night is troubled by a nightmare. He finds a soothing remedy in the arms of his mate.
Warnings: 18+ SMUT, nightmares, slight mention of gore, death, and torture. fluff, sensual, slow, sleepy sex!!
Word Count: 3k
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All that surrounded him was screamingā€” sharp and jarring sounds that filled the air, echoing against stone walls. Bodies littered the ground, twisted and broken, red and bloodied, faces contorted in agony. If he squinted hard enough, Azriel could force the colors to blur together, could convince himself that the crunching underneath his boots was the sound of crisp, fallen Autumn leavesā€” not bones. Not the people heā€™d killed.
Somewhere, a fire roared, consuming everything in its path, turning the world into an inferno of despair. He felt it in his hands, felt a burst of agony and pain. He heard crying somewhere distant, somewhere far enough to where it became white noiseā€” but his own cheeks were wet. He was crying too. His hands were on fire. He was eight again. And nothing had changed.
A faceā€”your faceā€”emerged, eyes wide and red-rimmed, tears streaking down your cheeks as you sobbed uncontrollably. You mouthed something, the words strained and straggled as you attempted to scream. He swore it was his name that your lips let out, that you were begging for help.
Azriel sprang up, his heart pounding as a thin sheen of sweat ran down his body in a cold chill. 
His gaze landed on two things first: the nightstand, where Truth-Teller was carefully, purposefully tucked into the side of the wood, and then to youā€”his beautiful, sleeping mate.
Azriel's chest tightened, the fear and anguish from the dream slowly dissipating as he focused on the rise and fall of your chest. Still, remnants of his nightmare clung to him like a shroud. He ran a trembling hand through his hair. 
The room was dimly lit by the faint glow of moonlight through the thin white curtains. Azriel took a deep breath, grounding himself in the reality of your presence, the safety of your shared bed. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch light and careful, as if afraid to wake you. He smiled at your sleeping form, at how he wasnā€™t uncomfortable with his scarred hands against your skinā€” not anymore. 
His shadows seemed to be sleeping as well, their dark forms curled around you protectively. All except for one lone tendril which hovered near Azriel, an insomniac companion mirroring his unrest. He let it twist lazily around his hand as he withdrew it from your face. 
You stirred slightly, murmuring something in your sleep, and Azriel felt a wave of relief wash over him. He leaned back against the headboard, still breathing heavily, but the rhythm gradually calmed. He positioned his wings into a comfortable lay behind him. 
Azriel closed his eyes, welcoming thoughts of the first time heā€™d met you. He reminded himself that you were here, beside him, and wouldnā€™t be taken away. His mind replayed the memory of your first meeting, of the way his chest tightened when you smiled at himā€” he had been a goner since that first day. He thought about your first kiss next, how nervous he had been, how you took his hands and pressed your lips to his, how your lips tasted of berry from the pie you both shared. The memories combined with the smell of you, with the warmth of your body next to him, slowly soothed the last remnants of his terror.
ā€œAz?ā€ 
His eyes shot open and he looked over as you lifted yourself up, rubbing your tired eyesā€”still heavy-lidded and soft. The shadows around you stirred, a few of them joining the lone one that drifted around Azriel's hands.
ā€œMy love, did I wake you?ā€ he whispered, ā€œIā€™m so sorry.ā€
You shook your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips. ā€œNo, not completely.ā€
Azriel's eyes softened as you shifted closer, moving to rest atop him. He extended his wing to wrap around you protectively, a hand moving to pull you in closer.
Your bare hand came to rest on his chest and he shivered at the touch, at the chill of your skin in contrast to the warmth of his own. He grimaced at the sheen of sweat that still persisted against his skin, but you paid no mind as you extended your palm across his chest.
You gave a small laugh, the sound soft and sleepy. Azrielā€™s heart fluttered at it and he found himself craving for the sound to be emitted once moreā€” over and over again until he could savor it enough to be satisfied. Not that he ever could beā€” satisfied, that was. He never had enough when it came to you.
ā€œSorry,ā€ you murmured, your lips turned up into a sheepish smile.
Azriel smiled lazily at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He grabbed your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss tenderly. ā€œYou and your ice hands,ā€ he teased gently, brushing his lips against your knuckles. 
You leaned further into him, nuzzling against his chest. ā€œWell, you moved away in your sleep. I was left alone and cold.ā€
Azriel gave you a small laugh, though it held a trace of lingering unease as your words settled in his chest. Alone and cold. His eyes glazed over slightly, now looking past the moment he was in and into something much darkerā€” momentarily reliving the memory of his nightmare. 
You placed your hand back on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your palm. He blinked once, twice, and then he was back in his bed, arms wrapped around you.
Azriel's fingers traced the contours of your face, his touch light and reverentā€” sacred almost, as if he were touching a prized treasure, something holy. He moved slowly, committing every detail to memory, ensuring you were real, that you were there before him. He took it all inā€”the curve of your lips, the softness of your cheeks, the warmth in your eyes. Mate, his shadows whispered into his ears, Your mate. Mate, mate, mate. 
Safe.
His hand cupped your cheek and the golden thread within him sangā€”- a sweet, beautiful, haunting melody that pushed away the tension building in his shoulders. 
ā€œIā€™m here,ā€ you said softly, your own hand rising to cover his, grounding him in your touch. ā€œAnd Iā€™m not going anywhere.ā€
Azriel nodded, his thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone. ā€œGood,ā€ he said, his voice steadier now. ā€œBecause I donā€™t know what Iā€™d do without you.ā€
You stared at one another for a moment, the dimly lit room filled with a comforting silence, something peaceful and safe. Slowly, you moved your hand to his face, your fingers brushing lightly over his cheek. You leaned up, closing the distance between you, and brought him into a kiss.
The kiss was tender and kind, and Azriel felt everything about love within itā€” comfort, trust, and a promise. He pulled you in closer, his hand wrapping around you, while the other held your face gently, his thumb caressing your cheek.
You were his. And he was yours in return. 
Azriel deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, his tongue gently exploring your mouth. A soft whimper escaped you, the sound sending a wave of pleasure through his body, tightening at the core of his stomach. He pulled back for a moment, his eyes searching yours, dark with desire and affection. You only pulled him back in, your body pressing against his, a needy grind that ignited a fire within him, an insatiable need to be even closer to you, to feel you in a manner that was only granted to him. 
With a swift, fluid movement, he rolled you both so you were on your back and he was hovering above you. One hand braced himself on the bed, while the other roamed over your hips and your body, feeling the curves beneath the thin fabric of your nightdress. His scarred hands brushed over the silk, the material still gliding against the roughness of his skin.
He pulled his lips from yours, slowly trailing down your neck, peppering burning kisses against your skin. His hand moved up, sliding under your nightdress, tracing the lines of your body. His touch was gentle, exploring every inch of you as if it were the first time.
You arched into him, hands clutching at his shoulders, pulling him closer. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, a sound that made his heart race even faster. Azriel's hand continued its journey, caressing your thigh, your waist, before finally making it up to your breast, squeezing gently through the fabric.
You let out a sound, a mixture of a breathless gasp and a whimper, and Azrielā€™s eyes found yours as his fingers grazed over the peak of your hardened nipple. He rolled it between his fingers. 
"Azriel.ā€ 
Your voice trembled with need and something inside Azriel stirred further. This was real, you were real. 
"Yes, my love?" he murmured, his voice husky. His hand continued its slow, torturous movements, thumb brushing over your nipple in a way that made your toes curl. ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½What is it?ā€
Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath your fingers. You ran a teasing touch along the base of his wings, caressing the sensitive area with a chilled touch. Azriel shivered above you, lowering himself to press further against you.
"I need you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. His eyes fell to your parted lips and his lips curved into a tender smile.
"I'm here, my love," he said softly. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His tongue teased yours, the taste of him intoxicating. He pulled apart to whisper, ā€œAnd you are, too.ā€
You nodded slowly. ā€œI am.ā€ 
Your words were met with a tug deep in your chest that left you breathless. You bit back a moan at the feeling of that sacred thread growing even tauter, at the feeling of his arousal drowning your senses. 
Azriel pushed the strap of your nightdress down, watching as you moved it further to expose your chest to him. He pulled you into another kiss, just as hungry, just as passionate, before he was kissing down your neck once moreā€” down to your collarbone and right above your breast. He took your nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.
You gasped, your back arching off the bed, pressing yourself closer to him. "Azriel," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair.
He switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His fingers brushed over your hip, your thigh, before finally slipping between your legs. He found you wet and ready. The fabric of your dress bunched awkwardly at your waist, but neither of you caredā€” too tired to bother with maneuvering it over your head, too lost in the desire that flooded your senses. 
Azriel could have teased you, could have made the anticipation agonizing, could have spread his touches so far and light that you were begging himā€”like usual. Oh how he loved turning you to putty in his hands, watching as you writhed against him. But not tonight, not as he felt you beneath him, as he smelled your sweet arousal.
He spread you open with his hands, holding your legs apart as he took in your glistening core. His touch was tender, reverent, as he brought a finger through your folds, feeling your warmth and wetness. A low groan escaped him. 
"My mate," he murmured against your skin, his breath warm against your most intimate place. ā€œSo beautiful.ā€
You pushed yourself up on your elbows to watch Azriel as he dipped a finger inside you. His eyes locked onto yours as he curled his finger inside you, eliciting another soft moan from your parted lips. You arched your back at the sensation, head falling back slightly. 
Azriel brought his mouth to your clit, his tongue teasing and circling the sensitive bud. You looked down at him, mouth slightly open, eyes heavy with desire, and chest heaving. One of your hands went to grab your breast, fingertips tracing where your nipple still glistened with his saliva. Shadows met your hands, twisting around your breasts in a gentle, teasing attention ā€” flitting just above the sensitive hardened peaks. 
Azriel added another finger inside you, stretching and filling you as he continued to lavish attention on your clit. His fingers and shadows worked in tandem, pleasuring you in ways that sent shivers down your spine. Each touch brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy, a simmering, building feeling of pleasure in your core. 
His free hand moved to grip your thigh, holding you steady as he brought you closer to climax. His eyes never left yours, and the intensity of his gaze made your pulse quicken even more. You could feel his fingers inside you, his tongue on you, and the tug of your beautiful bond deep in your chest. 
You let go completely, surrendering to the sensations that filled your bodyā€” with a cry of his name, you shattered. 
He lapped up your essence, savoring every drop of your pleasure. Rising above you, chest heaving, he breathed heavily as he looked down at you, something so beautiful, so real, beneath him.
You reached out to him.  "I'm here," you whispered, your voice filled with love and an overwhelming, dripping need. "Please. I need you."
Azriel nodded slowly, his desire mirrored in his eyes as he maneuvered himself to rid himself of his underwear. He returned to you, his body aligning with yours, skin against skin, a tug at the connection that weaved your souls together. 
He hovered above you, hands tracing the curves of your body, savoring how you felt under his handsā€” Gods, heā€™d never tire of feeling you, never be close enough. His light, his salvation, his mate.
He leaned down and pulled you into a kiss. 
"Anything for you, my love," Azriel whispered against your lips, his voice thick with longing and devotion. The sound of it made you clench everything below the waist. His fingers trailed down your body, finding their way between your legs once more. He guided himself to your entrance, teasingly brushing against you, and the movement elicited a gasp from your lips.
You wrapped your legs around him, urging him closer, hands gripping his shoulders as you pulled him into you. With a slow, deliberate motion, he pushed himself past your folds, a low moan escaping his lips as he sank into you. 
"Fuck," he murmured. "So perfect."
Azriel intertwined your fingers and held your hands gently above you, his head resting in the crook of your neck. With every roll of his hips, he whispered mantras of love, devotion, and praise, his voice a soothing, low cadence against your skin. You greedily drank in every word, feeling them flitter through your body like aphrodisiacs. 
The pace was slow, deliberate, almost lazy compared to the usual fervor with which Azriel ravished you. But it was exactly what he neededā€”soft, sensual, a reminder that you both existed in this moment, here and now.
You tightened your grip on his hands, urging him closer, wanting to merge your souls as intimately as your bodies were intertwined. Azriel kissed every area of exposed skin, thrusting into you as your cunt welcomed him greedily. 
He pulled out of you as far as he could just to slowly ease into you once again. Each thrust was thoughtful, intentional, and your whimpers grew louder as he continued. Azriel traced his nose over your shoulder, whispering your name to make you turn your headā€” just enough for him to kiss you. 
Mate, mate, mate. 
Safe.
Azriel groaned into your mouth, savoring your taste and how perfectly your body remembered himā€” how well you took him. 
He was alive and safe, in a bed that he shared with his mateā€” a mate that was writhing underneath him as he pushed you to another brink of pleasure.
Azriel's forehead rested against yours and he released your hands gently, allowing you to wrap them around his neckā€” bringing one to glide along his extended wing, eliciting a shudder throughout his body. 
"I love you," you whispered against him, ā€œIā€™m here.ā€
Those words were all it took for Azriel to deepen his movements, for his pace to quicken as he leaned into you more, kissing you deeply as he rolled into you.
With a shared cry of pleasure, you both found release together, bodies trembling as Azriel emptied himself inside you. 
After he pulled out, Azriel spent a moment kissing you tenderly, his lips moving across your skin with reverence and affection. You both swayed together in the aftermath, riding the waves of blissful satisfaction as you lazily kissed one another, limbs still entangled like braided rope. 
He gently pulled himself away and made his way to the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth and a lazy, adoring smile. Azriel cleaned you up with gentle strokes, his kisses following the path of the cloth as he murmured sweet nothings against your skin. My beautiful mate, my treasure for life. Real, sacredā€” and all his. Each touch was a whisper of love and care, an intimate ritual that had grown to a routine as the bond deepened between you.
Once he was done, Azriel crawled back into bed next to you, pulling you into his chest. He wrapped an arm around you, cocooning you with his wing to keep you warm. He didnā€™t mind those cold fingers of yours, didnā€™t mind the chills they sent across his body, but tonight he would keep you close, keep you warm. His other hand found yours, placing it gently atop his heart, where you could feel its steady beat, matching yours in perfect rhythm.
Sighing contentedly, Azriel closed his eyes. He let the scent of you fill his nostrils, let the sound of your breathing fill his ears, and soon fell into a blissful, nightmare-free slumber. 
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thank u to this anon who suggested i do something like this following my one-shot memories! pls enjoy this lil piece while i work on malice and LCL!! <3
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