#sorry if I mixed em up lol

[phrasetale]

Psst, hey @orisretr0

If ya don’t mind me killing 2 stones with one bird by drawing your characters and doing the fake collab at the same time, cus it’s on the list, babbbyyyyy

Roots and Bloom belongs to @orisretr0

-27/March/2025

[bumpscosity]

Furby 2023 review/first impressions! MAN these guys are cute, they're still a tad annoying like the connects/booms (i really wish their voices were different) but they have so much spunk and charm! it was nice to have a bit of a tutorial at the beginning since i got mine secondhand and didn't have a manual lol.

This ended up being a pretty lengthy review so i put it under a read more ⬇️

They're smaller than i thought (a tad smaller than '98s) but i love how round they are, still don't like that their mouths don't move but i love the LED ears, the fur is very similar to owl 98 furbies but maybe a bit shorter, super soft and easy to brush! the head tuft texture is near identical to 98s too. these ones don't have tails either which i think was a great style choice since i always thought they looked weird on the other modern models. the ears are all plastic but the feet and eyelids have some kind of thick rubber coating? i'm not really sure how to describe it but i think it's an alright choice, totally gonna start deteriorating in 5-10 years tho LMAO. forehead sensors haven't been actual sensors for the past few furby models and this time it's what they call the "forehead gem", and is the button you use for voice activation, i think it's cute :)

like i said before the initial experience of a factory reset 2023 furby is really great. You immediately get a feel for exactly what this toys gonna be like and how to use it. i love that voice commands are back but the selection feels a bit limited. also the way you activate it is weird to me, you press the forehead gem and wait for the ears to glow white, then say "hey furby" and wait for the ears to glow green, and then say the command. i get that Hey Furby is a reference to 2005 furbies but i feel like they could've either cut out the button press or cut out the Hey Furby?

the voice commands they DO have are pretty fun, ones a music option where they sing (i haven't heard all the songs yet but the ones i have heard are... what you'd expect) one that's a magic 8 ball/fortune teller (fun little game to play), one that essentially turns your furby into talking tom (as an ex-11 year old this is perfect for the demographic they're going for), one that's like meditation and breathing exercises (i think it's kind of a weird inclusion but it's nice that this gen isn't just screaming all the time like a lot of the other modern gens do), and a "light show" where they sit still and their ears glow different colors (SUPER cute and great to have on your desk while you're doing other stuff)

there's a couple hidden commands too but my favorite by far is "selfie" where they'll strike a pose for a couple seconds, that's how i got the above image and i actually think it's a really great way to bring them into the modern era, i love taking pictures of my furbies but it can be a pain in the ass to get them in a cute pose.

this is a weird little nitpick but i would've really appreciated a mode where furby dances to your music! i think this would've been a really fun feature for the modern era and great nostalgia for all us mid-early 2000s kids who grew up with i-dogs (and funky furbies!). i also would've loved a feature to change furbys name? if we're gonna have to say "hey furby" every time we say a command i want to say the name i gave them, i think you can already do this with things like siri so i can't imagine it's too complex to add, maybe this is harder to program in than i think it is but little touches like that would bring even more life into these lively little creatures.

a big plus is that 2023 furby has a way to turn them off, you'd think that would be standard for them but i think the last time they had a true off mode was in 2005 so hooray for bare minimums. Their voices are loud but in my opinion not too loud, close to the volume of 2012s? i still wish you could turn it down/up, seems like a no-brainer thing to add.

as far as physical functionality their eyes blink, and they have head/tummy sensors. all work great but they also have a mouth button that won't do anything on mine? i used it to factory reset so i know it WORKS but i don't know if it's supposed to do anything other than that lol. i miss having a back sensor, belly pets are cute but id love even more interactivity. they also have a motion sensor like the other gens but i think it only detects up and down and not motion? i know 2012s/booms will react if you're moving them but i couldn't get my 2023 to say anything particular about it. i really really appreciate that if you shake them the right way you can change their default ear light color, that level of customizability is really cute and should what every pet toy strives for.

I've never been a fan of non-cloth feet on furbies but i think they really work here! a nitpick i've always had with connects is they have these weird looking half clear plastic feet that looked like they should light up or something but they don't do anything. on the 2023s they have little motors so they can bounce up and down, which is one of my favorite features of other furby models! i think full body movement really brings a lot of emotion and personality to furbies and im really happy that's back after being absent from connects!

the fact that the mouth doesn't move is really really stupid for a toy that retails at a whopping 40-60 bucks, like i said for that price range a back sensor would've been nice too. commands are limited but the ones that are there are good to just have as a desktop buddy.

what really bugs me is that hasbro saw ppl saying "the furby 2012/connect apps suck" and instead of making better apps just decided NO app was a better option. there's ways to make good toy/app integrations! i think they should've tried it one more time instead of nixing it all together. at the very least i wish they had wifi for updates, if i knew there could be more features added down the line i would be a lot more lenient on the lack of commands but as it stands this is all 2023 furbies will ever be which is really sad.

Overall though i really love these new furbies! i don't know if i would've liked them as much if i spent full price but i think at the very least they're a step in the right direction for the furby brand and im SUPER excited to see where it goes next.

[inside-lees-mind]

hi could i rq. general konoha 11 + sand siblings nsfw hcs ! (aged up/boruto ver obv) <3

Also: nobody understands Uchihas better than I do and I don’t even like most of em. /j Why are they all practically evil in fics? I’m going crazy. Most of them are clearly softies when it comes to love. Am I right or am I right???

And sorry, you can tell who I have more ideas for and who I was drawing a blank on.

Oh and sorry yall for the gap in my writing. This one took a while. I’ve been working on it for a bit. And part of it got lost and deleted, so I rewrote it. A long with a couple other stories got deleted and I lost some motivation for a moment lol

Konoha 13 + Sand Siblings HCs

Naruto Uzumaki

He’s energetic, and that 100% applies to in bed too.

Likely inexperienced, but eager. And a little nervous.

Talked big game beforehand, but even if you didn’t know before, you definitely know it was all talk now.

That being said, he’s a quick learner, even if he complains about being confused at first.

I think he’d have like little to no knowledge though, being such a loner for a while, in all. Hope you have patience.

That being said, he is a bit of a pervert with what he does know.

Overall though, he’d set a fast pace, but the sex would still be intimate and soft.

Praise. Praise. Praise. Giving and receiving.

Sasuke Uchiha

No experience, but he knows the ins and outs.

He wasn’t too concerned with sex or anything of that matter before, but when he returned to Konoha, he realized he had feelings for you. So he starts to think about it.

He’s not a pervert like Kakashi or Naruto, and he’d never lose his cool over sexy jutsu, BUTTT he’s secretly horny as hell. Like low sex drive usually, but just being around you makes it sky rocket to abnormal levels.

He’s very private about sex though, so usually only happens in your bedroom or… cough cough in a quiet forest with nobody around cough cough (if you know, you know)

He’s got a breeding kink. Next question.

Uses a mix of degradation and praises.

Lots of demanding, but also lots of giving soooo…

I truly believe Sasuke would be a softer partner than people make him out to be. Like did yall watch Boruto or not?? He’s got awkward and sweet energy. He’s TRYING. He’s emotionally stunted yall.

More dominant and likes to be in control, but will fall apart in your arms anyways. Usually more of a soft dom than anything.

One of the most likely to be fairly kinky though. I think he’d slowly discover he’s into things as they occur or cross his mind.

Sakura Haruno

She knows a lot about the human body.

Might have experience, might not. I could see it either way.

I think your first time with her would happen after like a romantic dinner together. And it would be romantic and slow.

But… that depends on you, because she’ll mostly go with what you want. It makes her happy.

She’s okay with being degraded or praised, but she really only likes to praise you.

Low sex drive.

She likes any position she can see your face.

She’s a switch, depends on her partner’s preference.

Sai Yamanaka

(Obviously not married here but just to have a last name to add)

He read a book about what to do.

Probably does something incredibly stupid at first, but that being said, he’s not an idiot, so not too bad.

You’d probably have to correct him a little bit. Also, tell him to forget the book and just go with the feeling and follow your lead.

You’d be in the lead at first. Probably go down on him first thing.

He’s not small. (I mean did you hear the way he talked to Naruto? He’s probably got something to work with if he’s talking so confidently LMFAO)

So you’d probably have to use your hand for the base while your mouth sucks on about half or so of his cock.

His hand tangles in your hair/rests on top, not pulling, but resting there.

He throws his head back, letting out soft sighs and small moans that escape his lips. He’s not trying to be quiet, but he’s not loud either.

Although, he might have read girls don’t like when guys make noise. Who knows. Then you might have to tell him that’s not true.

At first, sex is just discovering things with him. You’re both exploring how everything feels.

But, after a few times, he starts taking the lead and initiating.

He has a low sex drive though, so he won’t initiate too often.

It’s also hard to get him to realize what you’re asking for if you drop hints. He saw your underwear when you bent over… okay. He might even comment on how you should be more careful since he knows you don’t like to expose yourself so much.

You just deadpan and tell him it was supposed to turn him on.

“Oh.” And now he’s unbuckling his pants and asking you to come sit on his lap. :)

Shikamaru Nara

Low sex drive, usually at least, because now he’s consumed by the desire to be rode by you. Like he dreams about it.

He calls you troublesome to himself when he wakes up hard in the morning occasionally.

He lowkey loves to just lay between your legs or have you sit on his face so he can eat you out (pussy or ass, don’t matter)

Lazy morning sex. He loves it.

He’s dominant, but he can be rather lazy most the time. That being said, he will fuck you how you want him to if you ask.

Degrading but he’s not super mean about it at all. More like soft grunts with degrading terms, but the rest of it comes out more like soft sighs and groans of pleasure and praise.

Choji Akimichi

The sweetest. He takes his time with you every time.

Body worship. More so giving than receiving, but he’ll be a blushing mess if you give back the same energy.

Praise. Lots of it.

He’d be the type to kiss down your body, from your lips to your neck to your chest all the way down til he gets between your legs.

He can’t bring himself to be rough or harsh with you in anyway. No degradation, rough sex, or anything.

Likes to be able to see your face during sex.

He’d like to try food play.

Ino Yamanaka

Pillow princess unless asked to do otherwise.

She loves to be praised and worshipped, but also likes things rougher.

She’s a bit of a brat about things. Constantly going against what you say for fun.

She does it on purpose so you’ll go rougher on her, she likes it.

She also likes when things are slow and romantic though.

And she’d love it if you planned like a candlelit dinner and put a trail of rose petals on like Valentine’s Day, or even just cuz.

Shino Aburame

He’s in charge. He’s on top. Whatever. He doesn’t like to not have control.

He also just wants to please you, and often he’s not too worried about himself.

Might get a little self conscious if you skip over touching him or giving him head more than once. Like if it’s been a few times now and you haven’t bothered… did he do something?

He doesn’t need it, but he just… you know how he is.

He doesn’t make much noise.

But I do believe that right before he cums, he whimpers. He can’t help it, and don’t bring it up afterwards. He’ll be so embarrassed and not want to do it for a while because he’s scared he’ll do it again.

If he gets like that, just tell him you loved it. Then go down on him and tell him you wanna make him do it again.

He’s good with his hands, I just know it.

He can go rough and be stern and demanding, but other than that, he’s rather vanilla.

He’s a big fan of missionary so he can see your face.

And he doesn’t want to do anything unless it’s in your own home or absolute private, like an inn.

Kiba Inuzuka

Hickeys.

He loves giving them.

You will have like 20. From your jaw to your thighs, he’s marked. Plenty of them are visible and hard to hide because they’re dark.

He doesn’t exactly take his time. No, those hickeys are from the entire act. He starts leaving them during foreplay, then when he’s pounding into you, he quiets himself down by latching onto your skin.

When he eats you out, he leaves bite marks and hickeys around your thighs.

He calls it “marking his territory” then has to explain himself because no he doesn’t mean you’re a territory, you’re not a place or an object… he just… you’re his partner!

He’s rough.

Likes doggystyle most, but then he gets upset that he can’t see your face and next time he sets up a mirror.

Quickies. He can’t wait. He’ll whine if you tell him NO he can’t fuck you under the blanket, because YES people will notice the movement.

You might want to settle and pull him into a bathroom and let him fuck you over the counter, but he won’t force or beg you to the point of you giving in or anything. He’ll wait if you really mean no.

He’s got a high sex drive

Very likely to be pretty kinky. He’d be willing to tie you up, spank you, degrade you, etc.

He won’t do pet play. Thinks that shit is weird. So don’t think that because he’s a dog user, he’s gonna act dog like or have you act dog like. In fact, he’s more likely to hate it as a dog user.

I think he’d find any roleplay to be useless though. You could convince him if you wanted, but he’ll complain.

Hinata Hyuga

Much more intimate and gentle sex is what she wants

She’s not a pillow princess. She literally fantasizes about pleasing her partner.

Like probably day dreams, gets lost in her own thoughts, then is a blushing mess when she realizes that somebody is talking to her and she’s imagining what your moans would sound like when she’s between your legs, ESPECIALLY if the person talking to her is you.

She likes to do it in private, but she can’t deny that she imagines doing it where you both currently are. Not that she would.

Secretly has a high sex drive

Long refractory period though. She needs breaks between rounds.

Neji Hyuga

Took him a while to get vulnerable enough to take off his clothes if he’s being honest

Also I think Hyuga’s are very reserved and conservative until marriage, but he has such a tough time following that.

He really wants to jump your bones. And it’s almost like the fact he can’t because of his clan’s reserved and traditional nature just makes it WAYYYY more tempting.

You’re literally irresistible to him

Secretly, he’s just a little bit of a pervert. (Like Rock Lee’s Ninja Pals says he is)

I think he would have wet dreams from sexual frustration. Like the longer he holds back from having you under him, the worse it gets. Like a disease with no treatment.

I think your first time with him would be sudden, and it would be his first time ever.

You’d look WAYYYYY to good, and this time he can’t bring himself to ignore the boner he gets. No he’s gotta see if you’ll indulge him.

He may stop and pull away, get his act together if you remind him of his clan’s pride, and how he was so bent on following it before.

Maybe the first time, but by the next time he tries to give in, there is no try. He is cancelling any plans y’all had and tearing the outfit that made your body look so irresistible off.

He doesn’t have a super high sex drive, but he has such a hard time resisting just laying you down when you look so damn good. You are the reason he’s horny.

He loves when you ride him, and he WILL whimper. He tries not to, but Neji can’t be silent with the way you are squeezing him. The way you do it is so perfect, every bounce is drawing a noise out of him until he’s literally just letting out a stream of loud whimpers as he cums.

I think his cum would actually taste good. Next question.

Rock Lee

Perverted…

He feels bad for it when he catches himself, but Oop it’s too late… he’s got a boner

Boners are obvious in that green spandex…

He wouldn’t agree with doing it in public or semi-public though, but if you noticed his behavior or boner and pulled him off into the bathroom, ignoring his “this is indecent!” Protests because when you look at him before diving in to give him head, his eyes are literally pleading and he shuts up, pushing his hips towards your face.

He can’t be quiet so you’ll have stuff something in his mouth or cover it with your hand.

He secretly wants your chest in his face. He’s a chest guy. Boobs, pecks, whatever. He loves everything chest.

But he also loves ass. Small or big. Wants to grab a handful anyways.

Total switch

Because listen, he loves to pin your hips down and force you to accept the pleasure you’re trying to deny yourself.

Loves to pound his hips against yours until you’re a mess, but he also loves to do as you say.

He loves to be broken down until he’s in pieces by your mouth, body, words, whatever.

He whimpers like constantly, especially when he’s submissive. He tries to shut up when he’s dirty talking as he’s in charge, but he lets GO otherwise.

Tenten

I’m sorry her portion of this will be… lacking. I don’t know enough to say much. I love her, but I’ve never really thought about this at all.

I think she’d be a switch, but prefers to be in charge.

I think she’s depend greatly on you though.

If you don’t want to bottom/sub, that’s good.

Or vise versa.

She likes to take her time when she’s in control.

She’s fairly willing to try new things if you want to.

She enjoys going down on you most of all.

Gaara of the Sand

He’s very private about everything. He believes that his private life and his kazekage life should stay relatively separate. However, it is known that you are his partner. That’s no secret.

He’s not super into PDA, so it’s no surprise that he refuses to do anything risky or public in anyway.

He will not do it in the kazekage’s office. He has too much respect for it, but he also doesn’t want to get caught anyways.

He’s very intimate during. Slow and sensual for sure.

I can see him being into bondage, but like you get tied up, not him. But… depends. And might take some encouragement.

Refuses to hurt or degrade you for any reason. He only does praise. He could not bring himself to call you names or anything. Or to draw blood from you or hit you, etc. he doesn’t see why those things should be brought into the bedroom for “fun.”

He doesn’t think they’re fun.

He knew like nothing about sex before you. I actually think he’d have no idea how to initiate at first so you definitely initiated it.

I think he’d be the type you have to teach what to do a bit, but he gets the hang of it quickly. Then next time, he’s got every spot memorized.

Awkward. Like the first couple times were awkward, but romantic and cute.

Kankuro of the Sand

One word: kinky.

He likes to degrade you with a shit eating grin on his face. His degradation feels like a compliment most of the time though. Like he calls you a slut and it feels like he’s calling you a prince/princess. It’s confusing.

He’s so good at dirty talk. He’ll have you writhing in your spot, desperate for him and he’s not even touched you yet.

He’s got incredible patience when it comes to you. He takes his time breaking you down into a mess for him.

His face paint would 10 billion percent be smeared across your thighs and chest. Your neck is purple from bites AND his face paint to the point you can’t tell which is which.

Only when you wash off the face paint do you realize he left way too many dark hickeys that’ll probably take at least a week to fade away.

Confront him about this and he’ll just laugh.

Don’t tempt him to leave more, because he will.

He forces you to maintain eye contact when he goes down on you. If you look away for more than like 3 seconds, he give you a little tap as a warning, but twice and he stops.

Orgasm denial for sure. He would be the type to make up an excuse as to why he pulled away. He tells you all sorts of excuses. “You weren’t moaning enough.” “You moved your hips too much. Stay still.” And of course, “you looked away.”

He can make you cum hard almost every single time. You see stars.

The most fun part for him isn’t dicking you down, it’s the breaking you apart and putting you back together again.

Temari of the Sand

Dominant. Dommy mommy for sure.

Even when she decides to “sub” or “bottom,” she’s not doing a good job at it. She’s still telling you what to do, where to move, etc.

She’ll pull your hair, slap you, etc. as long as you are okay with it and want her to.

Loves to boss you around, telling you what she wants. Demanding you to please her.

“Get on your knees”

Head pusher for sure, but you two have a like physical que to let each other know when it’s enough.

All that being said, sometimes she really really just wants sweet, slow sex. Intimate nights filled with nothing but love.

She likes to keep all of this private though. No public or risky stuff.

However, she does like to do it beyond just in bed.

Would be the type to start kissing all over your neck, unbuttoning your shirt while you’re trying to cook breakfast.

You might want to turn the stove off.

[babsworlds]

PROTECT YOU.

pairing. Tangerine x fem! reader

synopsis. Tangerine’s biggest task is to protect you.

warnings. nothing? I’m sorry i’m bad at giving warnings lol.

THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICED WHEN YOU WOKE UP was the relentless pounding in your head, like the echo of a distant storm. Your vision blurred, and the world around you seemed to spin, making it difficult to focus on anything. You felt disoriented, a strange fog clouding your mind. The last twenty-four hours were a mystery, a blank canvas with no clues to help you remember what had transpired.

As your eyes began to adjust to the dim light, you realized you were in an unfamiliar environment. You glanced around, trying to make sense of your surroundings. The seats were lined up in rows, with modest cushions and overhead storage compartments. It dawned on you that you were in the economy class of a train. How had you ended up here?

In front of you, two men caught your attention. One was dangerously handsome, with a cheesy mustache that seemed out of place on his otherwise striking face. The other man, who sat directly across from you, had a more rugged appearance. Both men looked at you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Where am I?" you asked, your voice shaky as you switched your gaze between the two men. The headache that plagued you made it hard to think clearly, and you could hardly process what was happening.

"Don't worry, you're safe now," the man next to you said reassuringly. "Your father sent us." His words hung in the air, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the mention of your father. It had been years since you last saw him. He had never shown any interest in your life, so why was he suddenly so concerned?

The man beside you continued, "I'm Tangerine. He's Lemon," he introduced themselves, his voice carrying a catchy British accent.

You stared at him, baffled by the unusual names. Was this some sort of joke? "Like the fruit?" you asked, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips despite the absurdity of the situation.

Lemon, as he was called, shot an annoyed look at Tangerine before addressing you. "You ever watched Thomas the Tank Engine?" he inquired, his tone serious.

"Here we go again," Tangerine muttered, clearly exasperated.

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued and slightly amused. These men seemed like a pair of peculiar characters, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of weirdos had kidnapped you. "Everything I learned about people, I learned from Thomas," Lemon explained, pulling a sheet of stickers from his pocket and holding them up for you to see.

"Look at Tangerine. He's Gordon," Lemon said, pointing to a blue train on the sticker sheet. You listened, even though you didn't understand a word. You didn't want to interrupt him. "Gordon is the strongest, the most important," Lemon continued, glancing at Tangerine, "but he doesn't always listen to others."

Lemon began to describe other characters as people, his passion for the subject evident. "Some people are diesels," he said, his lips curling in disgust, "Fuck em."

He turned his attention to you, studying you intently. "You, though," he paused, considering his words carefully, "You seem like a Percy," he concluded, selecting a sticker from the sheet. "Young and sweet." Lemon leaned across the table, gently placing the sticker on your forehead.

You chuckled sarcastically, "I think this would suit you better," you said, removing the sticker from your forehead and handing it to Tangerine.

You wanted to get up, hoping to go to the toilet and possibly find a way to get out of there. As you started to rise, Tangerine grabbed you by the wrist, his touch gentle yet firm. “Where do you think you are going, love?” he asked, his voice both casual and authoritative. Your heart pounded at the contact, and the nickname he used sent a shiver down your spine.

“To the toilet?” you replied with a smile, trying to sound casual. His raised eyebrows told you he wasn’t buying it. “I’m going with you,” he said firmly.

You laughed a bit, trying to lighten the mood. “I think I can manage going to the toilet on my own.”

“I’m paid to look after you,” he reminded you, his expression serious. You rolled your eyes, feeling a mix of frustration and amusement.

Tangerine's grip on your wrist loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. “I don’t want your daddy to murder me so you’re coming with me,” he insisted.

You sighed, realizing there was no way you were getting out of this one. “Fine,” you said, trying to mask your irritation. “Let’s go then.”

With Tangerine still holding onto your wrist, you made your way through the train carriage. Lemon watched the two of you with a smirk, clearly amused by the situation. As you passed by other passengers, you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious, but Tangerine’s unwavering presence beside you provided a strange sense of comfort.

As you reached the small, cramped bathroom, Tangerine finally released his grip. “I’ll be right outside,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Don’t take too long.”

You locked yourself in the bathroom, finally having a moment to yourself. The both of the men were really weird. One of them had a weird obsession with a kids' show, and the other...

The other...

Was weirdly attractive.

As you leaned against the small sink, you tried to process the whirlwind of events. Tangerine and Lemon. Their names alone were enough to make you question your reality, but their eccentric personalities added another layer of intrigue. Lemon's fixation on Thomas the Tank Engine was oddly endearing, but it was Tangerine's presence that left you feeling unsettled in a different way.

His firm grip on your wrist, the way he called you "love,” and his unwavering determination to protect you—there was something undeniably magnetic about him. You could still feel the lingering warmth of his touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

Despite the confusion and the uncertainty, you couldn't ignore the pull you felt towards Tangerine. His attractiveness was more than just physical; it was the confidence and the air of mystery that surrounded him.

You took a deep breath, ready to open the door, but Tangerine’s voice stopped you. “Yeah, we got her,” you heard him say through the door. He was probably telephoning with someone. Your father.

“Why? She’s with me,” he said, sounding a bit furious. You leaned your ear to the door, trying to catch every word. “Nothing will happen if she’s with me,” he said. In different words— I’ll protect her.

And in very different words— I’ll kill everyone who touches her.

You slightly opened the door, seeing Tangerine turned around with his back to you. This was your chance to escape. You felt the adrenaline surge through your body, your heart pounding in your chest.

But did you really want to escape?

You hesitated, the thought of running away conflicting with the strange sense of safety you felt with Tangerine and Lemon. You decided to try slipping past him, hoping to make it out unnoticed.

Just as you were about to move, Tangerine’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist with that all-too-familiar touch. “Don’t even try, love,” he said firmly, his voice low and unwavering.

Your heart skipped a beat, the intensity of his grip and the sternness of his voice sending shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

“We need to get off at the next station,” Tangerine explained to you. Your confusion deepened. “Your father's buddies want to check on you.”

Panic began to rise within you. You knew all too well what your father did for a living, and your childhood hadn’t exactly been a fairy tale because of it. “No, no, what if they hurt—” you began, your voice shaking.

You were interrupted by Tangerine’s large palms gently cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “Hey, they won’t do anything to you since I’m with you,” he said firmly, his eyes locking onto yours.

The warmth and sincerity in his gaze steadied you somewhat. Despite the chaos and fear swirling in your mind, Tangerine’s touch and reassuring words provided a small island of calm. You took a shaky breath, trying to focus on his presence and the promise he made.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he continued, his voice low and determined. “You have my word.”

As the train slowed down at the station, your panic began to rise. Tangerine led you off the train, his grip on your arm firm but reassuring. You followed slightly behind him, trying to steady your racing heart.

“So here she is in all her beauty,” Tangerine said as you exchanged glances with the men your father had sent. They stood out with their odd punk clothing and baseball bats slung over their shoulders. The sight of them only added to your anxiety.

“Hello, Y/n. Remember me?” one of the men asked, his voice dripping with familiarity. You honestly didn’t know who it was, and you were too scared to even choke out a word.

Tangerine noticed your discomfort and quickly stepped in. “See, she’s okay,” he said, his tone firm and protective. “Looks like we have ten seconds till the train is leaving,” he added, checking his watch.

Without warning, he scooped you up in a bridal style, making all the men's eyes widen in surprise. “Have a great day,” he announced, his voice unwavering as he held you securely. The unexpected gesture left you both flustered and oddly comforted.

As he carried you back towards the train, you couldn’t help but glance at the men your father had sent, their expressions a mix of shock and irritation. Despite the chaos and confusion, you felt a strange sense of safety in Tangerine’s arms.

The train’s departure signal sounded, and Tangerine quickly boarded with you still in his arms. He set you down gently once you were inside, giving you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, love. We’ve got this,” he said, his confidence unwavering. “I will always protect you.”

Despite knowing Tangerine for such a short time, you found yourself undeniably attracted to him. It wasn't just his striking looks and the confident way he carried himself; there was something deeper that drew you in.

You couldn't help but feel safe when you were with him. Despite the whirlwind of confusion and danger, Tangerine's strong presence and unwavering determination to protect you provided a sense of comfort you hadn't felt in a long time.

[mayordea]

Happy birthday to the number one princess in the world!! 💖

~from her biggest fans :)

ramble of my scattered thoughts on the piece under cut as usual cuz i love talking 😋

This has been an idea I've been cookin for a while, and it was so cluttered and unlike any other ensemble piece I've made... and I decided I oughta do it anyway. I love Miku, I love Vocaloid, and I wanted to do something really ambitious and crazy for her anniversary. Crazy that she's turning her "canon" age this year TwT

I had the idea floating around since like, May...? And then finally started acting on it around June 18. I'm terrible with deadlines, obvious with how I can never make a silly birthday post in time, so I started wayyyy ahead to make sure I have some room to be lazy lol, especially with an idea as ambitious as this.

This was finished on July 12! So I had to sit on this for an annoying amount of time. Very difficult for someone like me who just wants to talk about everything I'm working on to the masses. But at the very least, that gave me the time to work on the draft for this post.

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Here's some ~behind the scenes~ scribbles leading up to the finished piece!

Left is the chicken scratch plan i made in my handy dandy notebook (whenever things are getting real and ambitious, i always made a rough ROUGH plan in there. Usually I'd do a rough pass of the full thing, but this was too complicated for me to do traditionally. I majorly benefited from digital tools to make this possible). CyberDiva and CyberSongman were considered, but I ended up cutting them cuz I just didn't feel like drawing them sorry-- (just pretend they're off to the side. They gave Ruby and Clara the pizza lol). Right is the "final" completed sketch (before I decided to include Chika mid-way through coloring and VY1 and VY2 near the finish line). I started by drawing the main "groups" separated on a different canvas so I can plop them into the main canvas for easy rearranging and transforming. However I got lazy and ended up drawing everyone in the bottom right corner directly on the canvas since I liked seeing the big picture of everyone's positions. Y'know.

Almost excluded Chika! But I like her design so much that I just felt like including her last-minute. You win this time, Chika fans. VY1 and VY2 were very close to being cut! I added them when I began doing the banner and thought "eh why not". I figured their non-human designs would be pretty easy to include pushed back in the bg. Ik VY1 is more commonly associated with the fan design, but I referenced the hairpin cuz it was simpler and the fan looked very annoying to draw 😭

Sorry to the fans of many Vocaloids I had to cut because this composition was insane enough as is. I promise I wanted to include fellas like CUL, LUMi and Sachiko 😭 I will admit I was a little biased on who I wanted to include over others. Like, I don't normally care for Bruno and Clara, but I wanted to get some more international 'loids in the mix. Also wanted to stick in the realm of official designs and not fan-designs since, as much as I can appreciate those, are just a whole "wait who is that guy supposed to be" situation I didn't wanna deal with. I also did wanna include even more character references through the balloons, but they ended up being kind of ugly and overcomplicated the BG :,) (Oh, and while this was originally planned to be a Vocaloid-only piece, I did end up including Teto, Neru, and Haku 'cuz those are Miku's besties dude!!! They may not be Officially in the club but they're her girls and it would be criminal to not invite them to her birthday).

Anyway, this project marks the first time I've drawn a lot of Vocaloids. Lily, Piko, Rana, Yuki, Yukari, Miki, Maika, and many more lol. All of 'em I've heard or seen in passing, but now I actually drew them, and some have really cool and fun designs!! I got into a habit of drawing Merli after this since I just love her design for example. And I'll probably be drawing more lol!!

Oh and the last thing I'll add for now!! The cake is indeed made up of various song references!! I wanted to reference the "big four" producers, just absolute icons in Vocaloid history. The pink/black checkerboard is "World is Mine" (Ryo), the crescents on the side is "Rolling Girl" (Wowaka), the smiley faces is "Matryoshka" (Hachi), and the three hearts on the side is "The Vampire" (DECO*27, which is sort of a symbol of his whole Mannequin album tbh). I know "The Vampire" is a bit modern but I couldn't think of anything else off the top of my head. I'm a fake DECO fan I know 😔 "Matryoshka" was originally going to be referenced in the colors of the candles but believe me it looked like shit so I just went for something else last minute 😭

That's all I have to say!!! Hope you didn't mind the text wall if you made it here. I hope you like it as much as I do!!!! Happy freakin' birthday Miku!!!!

I have to deal with tagging all these characters now for my page,,, in the drafts my tags got cut off after a certain point so I think I'm massively breaching the tag limit 😭 um... I'll figure that out later...

not losing sleep that i can't tag everyone, even for page organization purposes because some characters have pretty generic names and some are a little hard to see in full yknow. If you're one of those people who tag every character in the art piece you reblog... I am very sorry.

[essiemclaren]

mixed-up order

part ix

pairing: lando norris x reader

In which two neighbors, Lando and Y/N, find their lives entwined by a DoorDash mix-up.

lando's texts with max f.

max's post

your text with bff

your tweets

lando's text with max f.

instagram

part x

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a/n: girlie went THROUGH it LMAOOAOOO

halfway through the week, and those two ig stories sums up my situation rn lol, but reading the comments from you guys made my day much better 🫶 also shout out to anon who told me to use the web version mwa love u pookie 🫂 i hope you guys like this one!! this was inspired by my tummy ache 😩

if i forgot to tagged you, pls do remind me! i have a memory of a goldfish 🐟 (no longer accepting tags sorry!!)

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[saddleups]

the way you write a submissive man...please please do one with arthur. not so much a femdom but a putting him "in his place" type beat if that makes sense?

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.9k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. ARTHUR MORGAN X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . sub!arthur . reader ties arthur up . withholding orgasm . "good boy" praise . p in v .... the usual p_rn without a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . luuuuuv a sub arthur so i wrote this embarrassingly fast !! and i want to formally apologize if i've been spamming the tag ??? drabbles are my bread and butter so i can get 'em done in like two days if i lock in .... anyways much like my james drabble(s) been experimenting with longer exposition. less dialogue-y more scene setting ?? idk im gonna stfu now lol

Feigning warmth in Colter was a beast all its own, though Mother Nature offered a rare mercy—the morning chill lingered, crisp but not biting. The cabin, a sanctuary of dim, crackling warmth, did most of the work in coaxing a semblance of comfort. A fire flickered, throwing erratic shadows across the room, embers dancing like whispered secrets in the stillness. Seated at your vanity, the door slightly ajar, you could hear the cabin stirring to life. Soft murmurs, snatches of idle chatter, and deep sighs wove through the wooden walls—conversations wandering from the philosophical to the trivial, questions about what there was to eat, what there was to drink.

A faint knock broke the quiet—a mere courtesy, as the familiar rhythm of his footsteps had already betrayed Arthur’s presence. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he drawled, slipping into the room without waiting for a reply, his usual ease faltering when he noticed your state, sitting casually on the vanity chair in your undergarments. His gaze softened in surprise. “Sorry—didn’t mean to walk in on ya’.” You gave him a nod, a hollow gesture of reassurance, though something within felt distant, a dull weight settling in your chest. It was a feeling unshaken by his soft eyes, by the habitual endearments that had once been enough.

You kept your gaze on the vanity mirror, watching him through sidelong glances as he lingered, a mix of apology and something else tugging at his expression. “It’d gone on longer than I thought,” Arthur mumbled, shifting uncomfortably, referring to some simple errand—just retrieving supplies before your time in Colter dwindled to its end. You hummed in response, a indifferent acknowledgment as you absentmindedly gathered your hair.

A low, almost frustrated scoff escaped him. “Aw, c’mon, darlin’…” He stepped forward, his rough hands rising to rest on your shoulders, his lips brushing the nape of your neck in a tentative attempt to break the silence. His touch lingered, relishing the warmth of your skin against his calloused fingertips, as though he could remind you of something that once was there. But you rolled your shoulders, slipping from his grasp, closing the door with an unsettling finality.

Arthur’s gaze followed, catching the faint, fading scent of you in the air as you pulled away, his brow furrowing with a pang he barely masked. There was confusion in his silence, frustration pressing against the seams of his patience. He sank onto the chair you’d just abandoned, placing his weathered hat on the table behind him as if setting down an unspoken challenge. His voice, rougher now, tore through the heavy quiet. “You gonna tell me what I did, or are we just gonna keep playin’ the silent game?”

As you stand behind him, the air thickens with a silence that feels almost tactile. Arthur’s gaze lingers on you, curiosity and a flicker of wariness in his eyes, though he says nothing. You lift the ribbon slowly, letting it slide between your fingers, the soft fabric grazing his roughened skin. He shivers, his breathing slowing, waiting.

Taking his hands, you bring them to rest behind his back. His fingers curl, instinctively seeking yours, but you ease them apart, guiding his hands to lie open. Carefully, you begin to wrap the ribbon around his wrists, the silk gliding over his calloused skin, each loop deliberate, firm. Arthur clears his throat softly, his voice roughened by the stillness. “What’re ya up to, darlin’?” he murmurs, his tone somewhere between intrigue and uncertainty.

You don’t answer, only continue winding the ribbon, feeling the warmth of his pulse under your touch. He inhales, slow and steady, watching your hands, his breath hitching slightly as you pull the fabric snug. “Ya' really think this’ll hold me?” he teases, the edge of a smile playing at his lips, though a hint of nervousness betrays him.

“Doesn't need it to,” you reply softly, knotting the ribbon firmly, your voice barely more than a murmur.

He shifts, rolling his shoulders, testing the silk, his expression turning serious. “If there’s somethin’ I’ve done wrong… ya oughta tell me. Ain’t fair, keepin’ me in the dark like this.”

Your fingers linger at his wrists, a thumb brushing gently over his pulse, feeling the rhythm quicken under your touch. “I don’t think you’d understand,” you whisper, the words spilling out before you can stop them, loaded with the weight of what remains unsaid.

Arthur closes his eyes for a moment, leaning slightly into your touch, resignation seeping into his voice. “Try me,” he breathes, the words low and rough.

Your hand slips away, leaving a lingering sensation as you both feel the growing desire between you. An insaitable hunger that has been dormant, waiting to be fed. You kiss him fiercely, teeth clashing in passion. Your mouths open and tongues intertwine, merging into one. Arthur moans as he is caught off guard by the intensity of the kiss.

He has always been the one to take control, prideful and strong, reveling in your pleasure and wearing it like a badge of honor. But now, he finds himself on the receiving end. The thought of it ignites something within him, making him painfully hard against his denim. It's instinct for him to lift you up and press you onto the mattress, promising to "take care" of you in his slow drawl. The lovemaking is intense, resulting in bruises and soreness that you both relish in. He enjoys leaving marks on your body that remind you that you belong to him. Instead he's seated with a dainty ribbon tying his hands together, and for whatever reason he refuses to break free.

It must be your newfound dominance. It ignites something else in him, something instinctual. You straddle his lap, feeling the pressure of his bulge against you like a perfect fit. Your kisses become more urgent and you bite his lip, savoring the sweet sounds that escape from him. Your hands claw at his back before tangling in his hair, pulling hard enough to expose his neck for you to explore with your tongue. Placing open mouth kisses along his jaw, grazing your teeth against his freckled flesh. Each movement causes his length to twitch, it only encourages you to further turn the dial.

"Yer a mean lady, tyin’ me up like this," Arthur grunts.

You chuckle darkly and reply, "you've been a bad boy Arthur. A very bad boy."

"Have I now?" Arthur's voice was low, a challenge in his eyes despite his bound hands. "And what exactly do ya' plan to do about it?"

You leaned in close, your breath hot against his ear. "Everything," you whispered, letting the word hang between you like a promise.

Slowly, deliberately, you began to unbutton his shirt, your fingers trailing over each newly exposed inch of skin. Arthur's breath hitched, his muscles tensing under your touch. You took your time, savoring the anticipation building between you. When his chest was bare, you ran your nails lightly down his torso, watching goosebumps rise in their wake. Arthur groaned, straining against the ribbon.

"Darlin'," he growled, "you're playin' with fire."

A wicked glint flashes in your eye as you smirk. "Pretty bold words coming from someone who's tied up." You roll your hips and Arthur instinctively mirrors your movements. "You could break out of those bonds with ease, baby." You taunt him, relishing in the heat rising on his cheeks.

"But you won't, will you?"

Arthur grunts in defeat. "No, ma'am."

"You're enjoying this, aren''t you?"

He hesitates before admitting, "Yes, I do." A warm hue of rose kisses his freckled cheeks.

You smiled, a predatory glint in your eyes. "Good boy," you purred, rewarding him with a slow, sensual roll of your hips. Arthur's head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips. You could feel him straining against his trousers, desperate for more friction. But you weren't done teasing him yet. Your fingers traced the line of his jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath your touch. "You've always been so strong, so in control," you murmured, your lips brushing against his ear. "But now? Now you're mine to do with as I please."

You nipped at his earlobe, drawing a sharp intake of breath from Arthur. His muscles tensed, biceps flexing as he fought the urge to break free from his silken bonds.

"Darlin'," he growled, his voice husky with desire,

"Don'tchu 'darlin'' me," you chided, pulling back to look him in the eyes. "You've had your way for so long. Now it's my turn."

Your hands slid down his chest, fingers tracing the scars and contours of his body. Arthur's breath quickened as you reached the waistband of his trousers. With agonizing slowness, you began to undo his belt.

"Christ," Arthur muttered, his hips lifting involuntarily.

You tsked, pressing him back down. "Patience."

Finally, you freed him from the confines of his clothing. Arthur hissed as the cool air hit his heated skin. His impressive member rested against his taut abdomen, slick with the beads of pre-cum. You wrapped your hand around him, giving a few experimental strokes that had him groaning and straining against the ribbon.

"Look at you," you murmured, your voice low and husky. "So desperate, so needy. All for me."

Arthur's eyes were dark with desire, his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. "Please," he rasped, the word barely audible.

You leaned in, your lips ghosting over his. "Please what, Arthur? Use your words."

He groaned, frustration and arousal warring in his expression. "Please... touch me I...Need you so bad, darlin'."

A slow smile spread across your face. "That's better," you purred, rewarding him with a deep, passionate kiss. Your hand resumed its movements, stroking him with a maddening mix of pressure and speed. Arthur's hips bucked, seeking more friction, more touch, more of everything you were offering. You broke the kiss, trailing your lips down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Arthur's head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his chest.

"God, darlin'," Arthur gasped, his voice rough with need. "Yer killin' me here."

You smiled against his skin, your teeth grazing his pulse point. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you murmured. Slowly, teasingly, you slid down his body, trailing kisses as you went. Arthur's muscles tensed under your touch, his bound hands clenching and unclenching with the effort of restraining himself. When you reached his cock, you paused, your breath hot against him. "I asked you Arthur, are you gonna be a good boy for me?" Arthur's hips jerked involuntarily, seeking contact. You placed a hand on his thigh, holding him still waiting for his response.

He's completely undone by you, a panting sweating mess. The eagerness on his face hard to miss. Whatta sight. Notorious outlaw, enforcer of the Van Der Linde Gang, whimpering at your touch. Begging for release. as if you held the answers to the universe.

"I'm waiting."

Arthur swallows, "Please make me cum"

Your lips curled into a wicked smile. "That's not quite what I asked for, Arthur," you purred, your breath ghosting over his aching length. "But I suppose it'll do... for now." Without warning, you took him into your mouth, relishing the strangled gasp that escaped his lips. Your tongue swirled around his tip before you slowly, torturously, took him deeper. Arthur's hips bucked involuntarily, but your firm grip on his thighs kept him in place.

"Christ almighty," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he strained against the silk ribbon binding his wrists. But he didn't break free, didn't try to take control. He was yours, completely at your mercy. You worked him with your mouth and hands, alternating between teasing licks and deep, hungry strokes. Arthur's breathing grew ragged, punctuated by low moans and muttered curses. You could feel him getting close, his thighs trembling under your touch.

Just as he teetered on the edge, you pulled away. Arthur let out a frustrated groan, his hips lifting off the chair, seeking contact.

"Not yet," you whispered, your voice husky with your own arousal. "I'm not done with you."

You stood, slowly removing your undergarments as Arthur watched with hungry eyes. His gaze raked over your body, drinking in every curve and line.

"Yer a goddamn tease," he growled, but there was no real anger in his voice - only desperate need.

You straddled him again, positioning yourself just above his straining member. "And you love it," you murmured, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.

Slowly, torturously, you lowered yourself onto him. Arthur groaned into your mouth as you enveloped him, the sensation almost overwhelming after all the teasing. You set a languid pace, rolling your hips in a way that had him seeing stars. Both of you erupted in a fit of moans, uncaring of who witnessed it outside the wooden doors.

"Darlin'," Arthur panted, breaking the kiss. "Please... I needa touch you."

“Answer my question then.”

He’s almost confused, mind completely lost in you. “Wh-what was it?”

“Are you gonna be a good boy?”

Arthur bites his lips, his voice above a whisper. “y-yes.”

With a wicked smile, you slowly pull yourself off of him, leaving only the tip of his throbbing cock at your entrance. You taunt him, grinding your hips teasingly, making him think he'll be engulfed by you once again.

"What's that? I couldn't hear ya, cowboy."

His pleading eyes meet yours as he begs, "Please, god yes! I'll do anything for you." The desperation in his voice only fuels your desire to dominate him completely.

You savored the power you held over him, a cheeky smile playing on your lips. With calculated slowness, you reached behind him and untied the ribbon, knowing he was at your mercy. Your body pressed against his, the heat between you palpable as he devoured you like a starving man to a meal. He took your nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking with an intensity that sent electric waves pulsating through your body, nearly causing you to collapse.

"Ar-Arthur!" you moaned in pleasure.

"Told ya I needed ya' darlin'," Arthur growled, desperation evident in his voice. "So please - please untie me. Yer makin' a grown man beg for christs sake."

You complied and his hands were free to roam your body with a primal hunger that left you breathless. His calloused fingers dug into your hips, directing your movements as he thrust up to meet you with a ferocity that made your head spin. The change in angle only intensified the pleasure, sending shivers down your spine and overwhelming every sense until all that mattered was this moment of pure desire between the two of you.

The delicate vanity chair beneath you both creaked in unison with your movements, the wood straining under the weight. His thick cock filled you completely, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Does it feel good, my sweet girl?" His deep voice rumbled, his hands gripping your hips to guide your movements. You could only nod, your eyes closed in bliss as he continued to fill you with his skilled touch. "Yes, Arthur," you gasped, feeling yourself lose control under his expert ministrations. "You're so good for me, but—."

Leaning forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, "—I want to try something new." Arthur's half lidded eyes squinted with intrigue, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "What'd you have in mind, darlin'?" he murmured, his hands sliding up your back.

With a mischievous smile, you climbed off his lap, taking his hand and leading him to the bed. "Be good for me and lie down," you commanded softly. Arthur complied, his eyes never leaving yours as he stretched out on the mattress. You straddled him again, but this time facing away from him. Arthur's breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through both of you. His hands found your hips, guiding you as you began to move.

"Christ," Arthur groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh. You reveled in the sensation of him filling you completely, the new angle allowing him to hit spots that made you see stars. Arthur's hands roamed your body, caressing your back, your thighs, your breasts. You leaned back, bracing yourself on his chest as you rode him with increasing fervor.

Arthur panted your name, his voice rough with desire. "Gonna be the death of me." You chuckled breathlessly, grinding your hips in a way that made him groan. "What a way to go," you teased.

His hands tightened on your hips, guiding your movements as he thrust up to meet you. The room filled with the sounds of your combined pleasure, gasps and moans mingling with the creak of the bed. Taking Arthur’s hand to your front, you slip them between your legs. His rough palm covered yours, “Help me with this.” You cry, as he guides your movements, circling your sensitive clit. The dual sensations of his thick length inside you and the pressure on your glit had you spiraling. Arthur could feel your core tightening around his girth, his undoing was just as close as yours.

"I'm—" you panted, arching your back, "Oh God, Arthur, I'm—"

His growl reverberates through your body as his hips buck uncontrollably beneath you. The heat emanating from him is almost suffocating, but you relish in it, knowing what it means. With malicious intent, you raise your hips just enough for the tip of his cock to graze your dripping entrance, teasing and taunting him until he whines with frustration.

"Do you want to cum inside me, baby?" you purr, a wicked gleam in your eyes as you slide the tip out completely and rub your slick juices against his shaft.

A beautiful sound escapes Arthur's lips as he grasps at the sheets beneath him, his toes curling in pleasure and desperation.

"Please," he begs, aching to be filled by you. "I want to feel your tight pussy on me, I want to fill you up with my hot cum. Let me, my sweet girl," he pleads, his need evident in every fiber of his being.

Pleased with his answer, you turn your frame to face him instead. And with a praise you sink into him. Good boy. The best boy. Arthur let out a low, guttural moan as you enveloped him once more, the feeling of you wrapping around him sending shockwaves through his entire being. His hands instinctively found their way to your thighs, gripping them with an urgency that only fueled your desire. As you began to ride him once again, an orgasmic rhythm was established, each thrust igniting more of that fiery need within you.

"Y-you feel incredible," he gasped between breaths, his voice nearly breaking as he tried to keep pace with you. You could feel him swelling deeper inside, a perfect fit that left no room for anything but the two of you in this moment. The heat between your bodies was electrifying, every sensation heightened as you drove down harder, the sound of skin slapping together echoing against the walls. Arthur’s eyes were glued to where you joined, filled with a mixture of lust and awe that made your heart race.

"You like how I take you?" you teased breathlessly, leaning forward just enough to tease his lips with yours before pulling back again, knowing how it drove him wild. His eyes flared with need as he panted, "God girl! yes, don't stop."

You could feel the tension building within both of you—every thrust bringing you closer to the edge. You let out soft whimper, “give me your cum.”

Arthur's breath hitched at your words, the raw desperation slashing through him like a blade. "Y-yes, I will, just… just a little longer," he gasped, his grip tightening on your thighs as you continued to ride him ravenously, drawing out every sensation to its fullest. The sounds of your bodies colliding echoed in the room, punctuated by the sweet notes of pleasure that filled the air.

The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the rhythm of your bodies moving together, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. You could feel the heat pooling deep within you, an insistent throb that demanded release. Your breaths came quicker as you leaned back slightly, one hand finding its way to your clit again to push yourself even closer.

"Arthur," you breathed heavily, looking back at him through semi-lidded eyes. "I want to feel you explode inside me."

His eyes danced with a mix of longing and determination as he nodded vigorously, his body twitching beneath you. "You have no idea what yer doin' to me," he murmured hoarsely.

Every thrust became more urgent, more fervent as he chased both of your climaxes. His hands mapped your body, fingers digging into your skin with just enough

pressure to send shivers racing down your spine. You could feel the tension coiling tighter, an exquisite build-up that threatened to explode at any moment. Each time you sank down onto him, you felt as if you were drawing ever closer to a point of no return, the heat between you reaching a fever pitch.

“Arthur—” you gasped, your voice trembling with need as the edge of bliss danced tantalizingly close. His eyes were locked onto yours, fierce and filled with promise. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Just a little more,” he urged, his voice gravelly and filled with intensity. “I want us both to go together.”

His words ignited something primal within you; you changed your angle slightly, moving in a way that made him fill you deeper, harder. The overwhelming sensations drove tears of pleasure to your eyes, and your breath became ragged with the effort of holding back.

“Please,” he urged again, his hips thrusting up in desperation, urging you even further toward that peak of ecstasy. “I’m so close… just let go.”

With every thrust and swirl of your hips, it felt as though you were unraveling at the seams. Your body was responding to his every movement, every whisper and every plea pulling you deeper under the spell of pleasure. You could feel the dam within you beginning to crack, a sweet pressure building that begged for release.

“Arthur, I—” You choked out as his grip on your thighs shifted, pulling you down hard against him, the sensation sending shockwaves through your entire being. “I can’t hold it back!”

“Jus’ let it happen!” His voice was urgent, filled with fervor that matched your own.

With one final thrust, you spiraled over the edge. A wave of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave, pulling every part of you under as you cried out his name. You felt your walls quiver around him, clamping down tightly as your body seized in pleasure, each pulse radiating through your veins like the sweetest venom. Arthur followed closely behind, his own orgasm tearing through him with a force that left you breathless. “Yes! Yes!” he shouted, lost in the depth of his release as he filled you completely, repeating your name like a hymn. The warmth of him inside you sent aftershocks of bliss coursing through your body, intensifying your own climax until it felt like stars were exploding behind your closed eyelids.

The world around you faded into nothingness; all that remained was the intoxicating rhythm of your pulse and the sound of ragged breaths mingling together. You collapse atop of him, cock still firmly placed inside you. You refuse for him to remove it, “let’s just stay like this for a minute,”

Arthur chuckles hoarsely, his own throat sore from his relentless moaning. “I ain’t arguin’, you really did a number on me today pretty girl."

[springgirlshowers]

hello! you’re my absolutely fav joost’s writer, and i would like to request hcs abt joost with a gf who has big boobs (i’m feeling like a pervert and creep and weirdo I’M SO SORRY) and it doesn’t have to be nsfw!!! thank you sm for all your work i hope you have a wonderful day😭😭

DO NOT WORRY AT ALL!!! joost has admitted to being a boob man and also who doesn’t love boobs! i may have written a lot but hope u enjoy (>ᴗ•) <333

cw: 18+, mentions of hickies, sexual acts, mans lowkey a perv in this

✿ he will absolutely stare. especially if you’re wearing a low cut top, he will stare.

✿ hell even if there’s no cleavage showing, he’s still gonna be staring at them, he is no better than the average man 😭

✿ to quote Sir-Mix-A-Lot: “i cant stop lookin at her ti-ti-ti-face”

✿ constantly catching him jus starin straight at em anywhere, while your sitting on the couch, at a restaurant, at the table, in the mirror, this man has no shame

✿ or always catching the way his eyes will flutter down to your chest when you’re talking to him

✿ you absolutely tease the hell out of him for it, calling him a perv or a freak and watching him giggle and blush

✿ sometimes you’d purposely wear a thin white shirt around the house, wearing that black lacy bra he loves just to drive him fucking crazy

✿ his hands have a tendency to stray when your cuddling

✿ laying behind you on the couch or bed, his hands will move from your stomach and trail up to your tits, giving them a tight squeeze just to mess with you and catch you off guard

✿ you’ll push your ass into his crotch just to (again) tease him back

✿ it’s weird, but he’s obsessed with the way he can’t fully grope all of your breasts in his hands, there’s always more than he can hold in his palms, he just thinks it’s hot lol

✿ again with the teasing, sometimes you’ll purposely wear a bra or shirt/tank top too tight where a bit of your boobs start spilling out, which makes him go nuts once again

✿ they make an amazing pillow for his head. seriously. he’s fallen asleep on them before.

✿ he’ll lay his head on your stomach and massage your tits like they’re stressballs after a long day

✿ there may or may not have been a few times where a titjob has been involved during sex

✿ LOVES to put his face all up in them and is always kissing them

✿ man loves a good tittysucking, he’d go for hours tbh, he goes insane at the sight of them after he’s marked you up in hickies and lovebites, that freak

✿ he gets so flustered when you walk around in a bra

✿ or when you try on a new bra/top or new lingerie, turning from the mirror to face him asking “do you think I look good in this?”

✿ “y-you look stunning, you look good in anything, liefje.” he’d respond as he goes red in the face, holding a pillow to hide his crotch

✿ he can’t handle when you jog to go get something and he sees them bounce

✿ he also goes crazy over the way they bounce when you’re on top of him, he’ll be grasping onto them or sitting up and kissing/sucking all over your chest while you bounce

✿ this may be too wild but flashing him during a conversation or even an argument just to catch him off guard

✿ “you can’t just show me your boobs to get me to shut up when we’re arguing!”

✿ imagine getting in an argument with him and be mad at him and you catch him staring again so you just put on a hoodie cuz he’s lost boob staring privileges ☠️☠️

✿ gets so fucking giddy when you ask for help taking off your bra

✿ in conclusion; you’re a tease and bros a perv and a absolute freak for your big tits

[mondaysamiright]

Heat of the Moment

Pairing: Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader

Summary: Two idiots in love and the good ole blurting out confessions of love. 

Author's Notes: So Y/N is the daughter of Teddy Altman (idk why I just picked someone lol) and a paramedic with Seattle Fire. She is a part of one of their EMS units (emergency medical services) and works for Station 19 (of course). Sorry it's a bit long!

The fire raged in front of them, an angry orange beast that roared louder with every passing minute. Y/N Altman, standing with her EMS unit on the street, stared up at the burning building. A couple of other paramedics from the other EMS unit hesitated, looking toward the distant wail of the fire truck’s sirens.

Y/N didn’t hesitate.

“There’s someone still inside,” one of the neighbors screamed, pointing to the third floor. “They didn’t make it out!”

Without waiting for backup, she darted toward the building, ignoring the shouts of her fellow medics. Flames licked the door frame as Y/N barged through, smoke stinging her eyes and the acrid scent filling her lungs. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, the sound almost drowned out by the crackling fire as she moved quickly through the narrow hallway.

The heat was unbearable, and the smoke reduced her visibility to almost nothing. She could feel the warmth creeping closer to her skin, but she pushed through, her mind focused solely on finding the person trapped inside.

There. In the corner of the room, collapsed beneath a window, she spotted the figure. They were slumped, unconscious, face streaked with soot. Y/N dropped to her knees and assessed them briefly before hefting the limp body over her shoulders, gritting her teeth against the weight.

Her legs burned as she stumbled her way back through the inferno. The flames had spread, closing in fast. Y/N pushed down the panic, adrenaline surging through her as she fought her way out, sweat dripping down her brow. She could feel the heat blistering the skin on her arms, the bite of fire making its presence known in sharp, painful bursts, but there was no stopping now. The person on her back needed to survive.

The moment she burst back through the door, coughing violently, the fire trucks were arriving. Medics rushed forward, taking the unconscious patient from her. Y/N, panting hard, bent over with her hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath.

Maya Bishop, her boss, was there in seconds. “What the hell were you thinking?” Maya’s voice was sharp, a mix of fury and concern. “You could’ve been killed!”

“I got them out, didn’t I?” Y/N rasped through her coughing, waving her off. The burns on her arms were starting to throb, but she ignored the pain.

“I want you checked out when we get to the hospital. No arguments, Altman,” Maya ordered, her tone brooking no room for defiance. 

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Grey Sloan Memorial buzzed with the usual controlled chaos, and Y/N, now in the ER, stood leaning against the wall, arms folded, her patience wearing thin. Her burns were minor—she’d had worse. All she wanted to do was get back to the station and sleep off the exhaustion. But of course, she was stuck here. Because rules. 

 She was ready to leave—already calculating how fast she could slip out unnoticed—when the doors to the ER flung over and Y/N couldn’t help the groan that escaped her lips. 

“Y/N Altman!”

Amelia’s voice cut through the busy ER, her white coat flying behind her as stormed across the floor. She’d heard that tone before. It was the 'I’m-going-to-kill-you' tone. Amelia came to a stop right in front of her, her eyes blazed with a fury. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

Y/N crossed her arms tighter, meeting Amelia’s glare with one of her own. “Good to see you too, Dr. Shepherd,” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “I was doing my job. You know, saving lives?”

Amelia’s jaw clenched, “Running into a burning building?” she shot back. “Without waiting for fire? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Please, I’m fine. It’s not like I haven’t dealt with dangerous situations before.”

“That’s not the point! You’re not a firefighter, Y/N. You had no business going into that building.”

Y/N straightened, the annoyance in her chest flaring as she pushed herself off the wall. “Oh, so now you’re suddenly concerned about how I do my job? You’ve never cared before when we’ve argued over cases.”

Amelia let out a frustrated laugh. “This isn’t about a patient, Y/N!  This is about you almost dying because you thought you could play the hero!”

Y/N blinked, momentarily thrown by the emotion in Amelia’s voice. “I wasn’t playing hero,” she said, “I was doing what needed to be done.”

“No,” Amelia snapped, stepping closer, her voice shaking now. “You were doing something reckless. Something that could’ve gotten you killed.”

Y/N stared at her, bewildered. “Why are you so upset? I’m fine. The patient’s fine. It’s over.”

“You don’t get it, do you?” Amelia said, her voice quieter now, but no less intense. “You could’ve died, Y/N. And you just—brush it off like it’s nothing.”

“I don’t understand why you’re—”

“Because I love you, you idiot!”

The noise of the ER seemed to vanish in an instant, the beeping monitors and hurried footsteps fading into the background as Amelia’s words hung in the air. Y/N’s mind went blank, her usual quick wit frozen. 

Y/N blinked, her mouth falling open in shock. “What?” she said, the word barely escaping her lips.

Amelia swallowed hard, her eyes now glistening with unshed tears. “I love you,” she repeated, her face a mix of anger, fear, and something softer that Y/N had never seen before. “And I can’t stand watching you do this to yourself. Running into danger like you don’t care about what happens to you. I don’t want to lose you.”

Amelia’s chest heaved, her voice cracking as she spoke again. “I care about you, Y/N. More than you know. And every time you do something like this, it terrifies me. I can’t—” She broke off, shaking her head as tears finally spilled over. “I can’t lose you.” 

Y/N opened her mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. She had no idea what to say to this version of Amelia. The emotional wall between them had always been sturdy, but now, it was crumbling, and Y/N felt completely unequipped to deal with the fallout. 

Amelia took a shaky step back, looking away as she swiped at her eyes again, her voice cracking. “I can’t do this. I can’t just watch you destroy yourself. It’ll kill me. I care too much.”

Without another word, Amelia turned and practically ran out of the ER, leaving Y/N frozen in place. The bustling activity of the ER resumed around her, but Y/N couldn’t move, couldn’t think past the whirlwind of emotions that had just swept over her.

For a long moment, Y/N just stood there, her heart pounding as Amelia’s words echoed in her ears. Finally, Y/N snapped out of her stupor. She needed to find Amelia. She couldn’t leave it like this.

Y/N jogged out of the ER, scanning the hall until she spotted Amelia near the elevators. She caught up just as Amelia angrily punched the button for the elevator, her tears falling freely now.

“What do you want?” Amelia snapped, “You came to give me a sarcastic comment? Make fun of me for crying, for caring about you?”  

Y/N’s heart twisted. There was no sarcasm left, no sharp retorts. “Amelia…” Y/N started, stepping closer, but Amelia took a shaky step back, her fists trembling at her sides. 

“Don’t,” Amelia choked out. “Don’t try to make this better. I hate you for making me feel like this.” 

Before Y/N could open her mouth to speak, Amelia’s fist connected with her chest, the impact startling but not painful.  “I hate you,” Amelia choked out. Her fists struck again, harder this time. “I hate you.” 

The words stung more than the hits themselves, but Y/N knew—knew deep down—that Amelia didn’t mean it. She stood still, allowing Amelia’s fists to land again and again, her own hands at her sides, not moving to block or stop the blows. 

“I hate you for making me love you!” Amelia said, her words coming out in a sob. Her fists, once forceful, were losing strength, each hit becoming weaker, more desperate. 

Then at once, Amelia fell against her, her face buried in Y/N’s uniform as she sobbed, her fists gripping the material tightly. Y/N wrapped her arms around her, holding her close as Amelia cried, the sound muffled in her chest.  Y/N could feel every shake of Amelia’s body, could feel the warmth of her tears soaking into her shirt, but none of it mattered. All that mattered was holding her, being there for her in this moment.

Y/N held her tighter, her hand moving to the back of Amelia’s head, gently stroking her hair. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Minutes passed, though it felt like hours, as they stood in the quiet hallway, the chaos of the hospital continuing around them. Y/N didn’t move, didn’t speak beyond the quiet, comforting words she whispered into Amelia’s hair. Eventually, Amelia’s sobs began to subside, the harsh gasps for air slowing, her grip on Y/N’s shirt loosening. She still clung to her, her head resting against Y/N’s chest, but the desperation was fading, replaced by exhaustion. 

“I don’t want to keep losing people I care about,” Amelia whispered. “And you… you make me feel like I’m going to lose you every time you do something like this. I love you, Y/N. And it terrifies me.” 

Y/N said nothing for a moment, just tightened her arms around Amelia. For a long moment, they just stood there. The warmth of Amelia's body against hers, the steady rise and fall of her breathing—it was enough to ground Y/N in a way she hadn’t expected.

She didn’t want to speak, not yet. But eventually, the words bubbled up, ones she’d been avoiding for too long. 

“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, her voice soft in the silence. She felt Amelia stiffen slightly, then relax again in her arms. “I didn’t realize… I didn’t think about how much it affected you. I’ve always been… reckless, I guess. And I know we argue. A lot. But it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”

Amelia’s breathing had slowed, her head still resting against Y/N’s chest, listening.

“Despite all the fighting,” Y/N continued, her voice a little shaky now, “you’re… you’re the one I look forward to seeing. You drive me crazy, Amelia. But it’s in the best way possible. When I walk into the ER, and I know you’re there, it’s like—” She paused, trying to find the right words. “It’s like, no matter what happens that day, I get to see you. And that’s enough.”

Amelia’s grip on Y/N’s shirt tightened, but she remained quiet, listening.

“I can’t imagine not having you around,” Y/N admitted softly. “We argue, yeah, but you’re the one thing that’s constant in all the chaos. And I think, maybe I’ve been scared to admit it to myself, but…” Y/N’s voice faltered for a moment before she took a deep breath. “I love you, Amelia.”

For a second, there was nothing but silence. Then Amelia pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Y/N, her eyes still glistening with tears but softened by the weight of Y/N’s words. She stared at Y/N, her lips parting as if to speak, but before she could, Y/N leaned down and pressed her lips to hers.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if they were both testing the waters. But then, Amelia slowly slipped her hands up to Y/N's shoulders and around her neck, pulling her closer. Y/N responded in kind, her hands dropping to Amelia's waist and her fingers gently splaying across the small of her back.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads resting together, both of them were breathless but smiling. “Well this is nice,” Y/N said after a moment.

Amelia let out a soft laugh. “As opposed to arguing all the time?” 

Y/N chuckled, her fingers tracing small circles on Amelia’s back. “Yeah. This is a nice change. Although…” Y/N started, a hint of a teasing smile on her lips, “You have to admit, the arguing was kind of fun.” 

Amelia rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the matching smile that spread across her face. “Only because you always thought you were right.” 

“I was right,” Y/N shot back, “Most of the time, anyways.”

“You… are so impossible,” Amelia said, though the smile on her lips gave away the affection behind her words. 

Y/N grinned. “I’ve been told that once or twice.”  

Amelia laughed, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of her lips, “Come on. You still need to get checked out.”  

Y/N groaned but didn’t argue, following Amelia’s lead as they made their way back to the ER, their fingers laced together. As they rounded the corner, they ran right into Maya, who was pacing the hall, her arms crossed and her expression stormy.

“Altman! There you are!” Maya’s voice was sharp, frustration evident as she stalked toward Y/N. “I thought you’d taken off again! You were supposed to get checked out ages ago. What the hell, Y/N? You could be—”

“Maya, I’ve got it,” Amelia interrupted. “I’m taking her to get checked out now.”

Maya blinked, her eyes darting between the two of them before she noticed their joined hands. Her stern expression faltered, a knowing smile slowly spreading across her face as she put the pieces together.

“Oh,” Maya said, her tone shifting entirely. “Oh!” She exclaimed, her grin growing. “About damn time, Altman.”

Y/N flushed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Yeah, well… it kind of just happened.”

“Please. You two have been dancing around each other for ages. I’m just glad you finally figured it out.” She raised an eyebrow and smirked. “So, does this mean there’ll be less arguing now?”

Y/N snorted, casting a sideways glance at Amelia before responding. “No promises,” She said, her words overlapping with Amelia’s, “We’ll try.” 

Maya rolled her eyes. “Just get her checked out, Shepherd. And Altman, you’re still not off the hook. Come find me after.”

[jem-does-sims-stuff]

(Updated) Jem's Eyes - Download

So! I haven't put anything up for download in aaages, so here we go. Apologies if this post is a mess, I'm doin my best. (I only had good pics of vampires in my screenshots folder so that’s what you get lol) These are Jem's Eyes, cause I'm Jem and they're literally my eyes, like, I took a photo of my own iris and edited it to hell and back and turned it into these eyes. The idea was to make something I could use for my more alpha/maxis mix sims as well as my maxis match and gameplay ones, and I think I did an okay job. Tag me if you use em! Please! I wanna seeeeee!!!

Default eyes for all the things, plus 120 addon swatches including a blind swatch and a falien one (a truly stupid number of swatches, sorry bout that), also in addons and occult swatches in the facepaint section. HD textures too, obv. (No animal replacements cause I don't really play with em, and that's a lot of extra work lol)

Let me know if there's any issues, I'm not online much but I'll do my best to remember to check tumblr over the next little while. And in terms of like, terms of use or whatever, um... I mean don't steal them or paywall em or claim them as your own, it's literally a photo of my eyeball ya weirdo, but other than that I don't really have any rules except credit me. Also if you're a bigot just know you're using a photo of a trans man's eyeball in your pixel people game so up yours.

REDOWNLOAD! UPDATED!

Rambling over! To the download!

Simfileshare, or, Google Drive

@sssvitlanz @mmfinds @sims4customcontent @sims4downloads @alwaysfreecc

[formulafics]

Hi, love your fics!! ❤️❤️ Could I request a charles x reader? One where she's also a driver (your choice which team) and she's from Poland and their flags just look like 🇵🇱🇲🇨 and it's like a "funny" coincidence to the fans or something, maybe it's a charles and y/n thing to always point out how similar their flags are

★ IF YOU CANT BEAT ‘EM, JOIN ‘EM | CL16

Scenario: time and time again, your flag gets mixed up with your boyfriends’, and vice versa. this time around, something a little more interesting than just a mixed up flag happens.

Pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader (mclaren driver)

A/N: i’m so sorry this has taken me so long to get to! thank you so much for your patience 🫶🏻 this is actually such a cute idea, i love it. i hope you enjoy the fic! <3 ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST CHARLES FIC ‼️WHO CHEERED?

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc good to be back on the podium…even with the flag mishap. i wouldn’t want it to be any flag but @/yn_ln’s.

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yn_ln i could say the same for your flag. congrats on p2 baby you deserve it! 🥰

scuderiaferrari if you can’t beat them join them. right @/yn_ln ?

⤷ yn_ln 👀

⤷ rizzciardo hey so what does this mean lol

landonorris get a room

⤷ yn_ln bet 🤭

leclercnorrisrussel WE CAN BE WORLD CHAMPION I SAID

lovelyleclerc yk its a good day when yn and charles are on the podium together

lovelyleclerc WAIT A MINUTE WTF DO YOU MEAN FERRARI

yn_leclerc

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yn_leclerc (accidentally) took his flag, joined his team, and now taking his name. 🤭❤️

thanks lando for taking the pictures 🫶🏻

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charles_leclerc through sickness, health, and mixed flags 😂

⤷ yn_leclerc forever and always baby ❤️

landonorris thank god i don’t have to spend another year with you

⤷ yn_leclerc just bc we aren’t gonna be teammates doesn’t mean we aren’t friends 🤨 you’re not getting rid of me that easily mister. also i gave you photo credits i expect you to be nicer

pierregasly congratulations ❤️ love you guys

maxverstappen1 💙

georgerussel63 congrats guys 💙

carmenmundt so happy for you both! congratulations, mr and mrs. leclerc! ❤️

paularon_ @/arthur_leclerc can be the flower child at the wedding!

lovelyleclerc SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP ARE YOU SO SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

ferraricharles BABE WAKE UP YN AND CHARLES ARE ENGAGED

stardustf1 serving parents more than ever with this one

yn_leclerc and scuderiaferrari

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yn_leclerc a wise man once said “if you can’t beat them, join them” and join them i did. 🤭 can’t wait to see what the 2024 season brings!

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charles_leclerc i love you ❤️ can’t wait

⤷ yn_leclerc i love you more

oscarpiastri thank you for the seat

⤷ yn_leclerc your welcome pls take care of lando

⤷ thumbsuplando CRYING I ALREADY MISS YN AND LANDO SO BADLY

scuderiaferrari happy to have you! 🥰

lovelyleclerc everytime i get the notif that you post, i go insane. i just wanted you to know that!

norrisnation i’m gonna miss you in mclaren but im so happy for you 😭🧡

ynsnumberone MOTHER

⤷ rizzciardo it truly isn’t a yn post if there isn’t someone in the comments calling her mother

thank you for reading! all feedback is appreciated! — dae <3

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[kekaki-cupcakes]

Hiii

Please can you do connor stoll x reader "you know I like u, right? I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know... so what are we doing that for?"

hiii I'm so sorry this has taken like half a year lol but I hope you like it! it's mixed in with two other peoples requests for Connor [gn, and child of Athena] <3 <3 <3

strawberries After Midnight [ft. Chappel Roan]

Connor Stoll x child of Athena

»»————-　★　————-««

“Hey,” you said, looking up from the clay sculpture in front of you.

“Hey!” Connor said cheerily. You watched his hands carefully as he sat down in the chair in front of you. He spun around in it, went too far, and had to push himself back around to face you. 

He didn’t grab anything and slip it down the sleeves of his brown and cream bomber jacket, so you went back to cutting away slivers of clay around the base of your block. Wet clay got stuck underneath your fingernails. 

You smoothed out the bumps at the bottom, where the legs would be. “Aren’t you supposed to be strawberry picking, or something?”

“Maybe,” Connor sniffed, and kept watching you. His shoes were duct taped together, and someone had drawn smiley faces on them. 

Someone at the back of the arts and crafts shed threw their project at the wall, where it shattered. You ducked a flying pipecleaner and went back to work. Sun shone through the big open wall that looked out over the whole camp, where you could see teenagers hauling boxes of produce around and Will Solace sleeping in a wheelbarrow of straw. 

The Pegasi had been let out of their paddocks, not that fences did much [you still didn’t understand who’d even had the bright idea of putting them up], and they grazed on the long grass. 

You weren’t quite sure what exactly you were making out of the sculpture, but the Aphrodite boy at the front of the room watching dance moms with a satellite phone said that was something called the artistic process. 

You scraped some of the clay from beneath your fingernails when you felt Connor’s eyes still on you, and paused. “Can I help you?”

“Am I being annoying?” He asked with a smirk, resting his head on his arms.  

“Depends on if you brought strawberries,” you said. 

He picked up a little paper basket a naeid had probably woven, filled with the bright red sweet-smelling berries. Then he set the fruit on your clay covered table. It was harvest day, or more accurately, harvest week. You’d done your fair share of berry picking and crate carrying for the day, so you got til dinner off. Connor didn’t. He was supposed to be working. You decided not to dob. 

It’s not your fault. He just had the cutest gap between his teeth when he grinned. Not that you were looking near his mouth, or anything like that. 

You waved your hands around widely, grey water flicking every which way, and started to wipe them down on your pants so you could eat.  

Then Connor held a strawberry to your lips. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Remember to drink some water.”

“Uh hu.”

You squinted at your sister for a long moment. Annabeth didn’t look up from her messy desk. She hadn’t moved in about three hours, hunched over her laptop while she rebuilt and planned out the Ares cabin in sims, since it’d been hit by one two many grenades and lost its internal supports. 

Or at least that’s what she’d called them before she tied her braids up behind her head with her singular grey one and disappeared into the world of adjustable door frames and roof beams. 

You watched her reach for her mini model and knock over a cup of cold noodles.

“Okay,” you said, folding your arms. “Grover just ate all your chapsticks, by the way.”

“Yeah, in five minutes.”

“Aliens totally built the pyramids.”

“Just send Clarisse to beat ‘em up,” Annabeth said, clicking away at her keyboard. All of the keys were covered in stickers from different people. You didn’t understand how she even knew what she was clicking.

You waited for the water in the bathroom tap to run cold, and then filled up Malcom’s strawberry patterned stanley cup. You set it in front of her, grabbed your uneaten chapstick, and your favorite pair of shoes. The night was young, as they say, and you didn’t know how long you’d be on your feet for.

That translated to: Cabin 12 was throwing an end of harvest week party in their cabin that would most definitely end in glittery bodily fluids, yet another blow up animal on someone’s roof, and a terribly planned camp store break in. 

You couldn’t wait. 

“I’m gonna go stare sadly at cute boys and eat hubba-bubba grape flavored cupcakes,” you called out as you left, following the bright colorful lights. Everyone had to pack inside the cabin until the feral harpy night watch distraction was set off. 

Usually that just meant the giant delivery of bird seed and unidentifiable flesh had been opened.  

“...Just kiss him already.”

“I knew you could hear me!”  

Annabeth just mumbled something about bomb proof piping. You left her to it. The grass crunched under your feet, and you walked backwards, slowly, to see the orange and pink streaked summer sky filled with white clouds and the occasional seagull.  

It looked like something out of a melancholy movie about boardwalk thrift stores and putting good friends over bad family. If that made sense. 

The music grew a little louder, as you weaved around the Hephestus cabin, and then the layered marble fountain that was currently housing a small family of goldfish in the basin. 

Hold on, hold on, fuck that

Fuck that shit

Hold on, I got to start this motherfuckin' record over again

The Dionysus cabin was like a little white cottage with a wraparound porch and red trim. Perfectly sweet. Crushed vanilla coke cans scattered the doormat when you crept inside. Leopard print duvets were strung up over the windows, the fluffy red rug in the center of the giant dancefloor was already sticky, and you were certain there hadn’t been this many giant speakers last time. 

Never the less, they blasted out a song that the jostling crowd was already booing too. You raised an eyebrow at the campers. Not a spec of orange was in site, only oversized band t-shirts and spaghetti straps. When there was a chance to wear something other than cargo and neon, it was taken wholeheartedly. 

You looked down at your Valentina-approved outfit. It was speckled in LED lighting, but you liked it. 

“Turn this motherfuckin’ record off!” Travis yelled, his hands cupping his mouth. He bumped into you, then realised it was you, and swung a lanky arm over your shoulder. “Yo!”

“...Yo?” you said, narrowing your eyes when an entire beach ball was tossed over the two of you. 

Travis grinned. He leaned in like he had a massive secret. “Okay, you can’t tell anyone I told you this, especially not you, but Connors got the fattest crush on you, kay?”

You stared at him. 

“Like, what’s that thin’ Drew was explaining at dinner? Heart eyes? His eyes turn, like, uh… massive hearts. So yeah. Don’t tell. Pinkie promise?” He held out his thumb eagerly. You gave him a fistbump and tried not to pass out. 

Travis patted your shoulder triumphantly, and was lost in the sweaty crowd.

You stood there for a moment. 

Psst, I see dead people

Aggressive cheers arose. 

You could totally handle this situation. You could totally pretend you weren’t about to dissolve into a strawberry scented puddle of goo when Connor eventually found his way to you through the clouds of smoke like he promised he would. 

You could totally pretend you didn’t know that he liked you and not just grab onto his very muscular arm and stammer your way through a stupid speech you probably picked up from over hearing dance mums. 

You were totally handling this situation as well as you could handle the thought of Connor being in a five foot radius right now with his adorable tooth gap and very soft jacket you totally weren’t wondering about if it would fit you. 

Maybe if you just hid from him. 

Then you very carefully laid out plans to have fun, possibly get a stick and poke in the bathtub from Will Solace, drink out of date off brand soft drink, then lay on a broken couch outside and watch the sunrise while listening to an overplayed pop song, wouldn’t be ruined by a cute boy.

The beach ball made a return. You ducked it, and weaved past some kid pretending he could do magic tricks. 

“Hey,” Lou ellen giggled. Her wildly curly hair was caught in her earrings. 

“Hi,” you said.

She smelt like something that was definitely the reason there was a general [but probably too low] age limit on these sorts of things. 

“How are you? I feel like I havent seen you in ages, if you could like randomly magically transform into any animal of your choosing that fits into a totally irrelevant category in my spellbook what would you pick?” 

You shook your head slowly, and looked for a victim to pass her onto. “Don’t you think Clovis would look great as a tiny sheep?”

Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, yes!” 

The party continued around you in slow motion and colorful flashing lights. You talked to a few more slightly deranged teenagers and helped Butch pull a pegasus out of the fridge. Whoever was in control of the music had very good taste. The bottoms of your shoes were sticky, and made a little sound every time you walked.

Time passed. A lot of that time was spent hiding from Connor. You spotted him a couple of times and consequently crawled into the empty fridge. One of those times he was holding a pained and grinning Travis by the ear while stomping on his toes, red in the face. 

After that, you proceeded to hurry into the bathroom and lock the door [someone had written ‘Rodrick Rules’ in black marker on it] behind you. 

Will was sitting in the bathtub, cowboy hat pulled low, and a stalk of wheat in his mouth. 

“Wanna stick’n’poke?” 

“No thanks,” you huffed, sinking into the dry tub next to him and pressing your head against the cold tile wall. It helped your stress and flashy lights induced headache. “Do you do lobotomies? Or extract hearts?”

There were about a million candles burning on the bathroom sink, the wax stuck straight to the marble. It made the little room smell like a garden made of lollies. You glared at the roof. 

“Is this about your serious case of heart eyes?” Will asked. You could see his smirk under his stupid hat.

You snatched the open can of sour peach soda from him and took a sip. There were no bubbles left. It tasted like really good soap. “I do not have heart eyes, I have perfectly normal shaped eyes.”

“...Not when Connor’s feeding you strawberries.” 

“What do I do?” you grumbled, toeing the pink bathroom tiles with your sticky shoe. 

“You go up to him, and you ask if you can kiss him, duh,” Will said, drawing skulls on the wall with a snapped pen. He paused. “Actually maybe don’t do that on the dance floor. Drag him outside first.”

You sculled his drink. It made you feel sick. 

»»————-　★　————-««

“Cause everything good happens after midnight,” You sang to yourself quietly, between hiccups. 

The speakers were so loud you could hear them from outside. The stars above you spun around in circles when you tilted your head. They stretched out to the horizon, over the ocean you could see in the distance. You knew the constellations, One of your little brothers had them painted on the roof of his bunk bed, but they weren’t coming back to you now. It was chillier now. You put your hands underneath your butt. 

Maybe if the legless couch you were sprawled across had come with a blanket. “I'm feeling kinda freaky, maybe it's the moonlight.”

“I kinda wanna kiss your boyfriend if you don’t mind.”

You spun around, as well as you could while you were squashed in the corner, pressed against cushions that smelt like wine stains and dust. Then you turned back around. “...I love a little uh huh.” Connor put his hands on the back of the couch, either side of your head. You kept your eyes on the stars. “Let’s watch the sunrise.”

There was silence for a little bit, something that didn’t usually happen when the son of Hermes was around. 

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as Connor lent over the couch, til he was nearly upside down in front of you. “I found Travis.”

“Right.”

“So you know that I like you now. I mean, I know that you know. And you know that I know that you know now... so uh… what are we doing that for?”

Connor grinned at you hesitantly. It turned to a smirk when he spotted your face. You tried not to stare at his pretty lips and silly little tooth gap, distracting yourself with his freckles instead. He had a lot of them. 

You chewed on your thumb nail, and then moved over, making room for him. He flopped down next to you, sinking in the cushions. Your heart was pounding as fast as the beat playing in the cabin behind.

“I kinda wanna kiss you… if you don’t mind?” You said quietly. 

Connor laughed. He reached out to hold your very hot and flustered face, but you’d already lent in and pressed your lips to his. He was warm and soft and you could feel glitter on his big jacket when you held onto his arms. 

You both pulled back, matching smiles and sparkling eyes. Connor didn’t let go of you. “I would’ve brought you strawberries sooner if i knew that was gonna happen.”

“Shut up,” you muttered, and pulled him further down into the couch.  

'Cause everything good happens after

»»————-　★　————-««

A perfectly sober Travis Stoll got a stick’n’poke of the Mona Lisa with a mustache from Will in the bathtub. 

»»————-　★　————-««

[penascigarette]

My first wip wednesday

omg im so excited to be tagged for this. ty @joelmillerisapunk lettuce see what's cooking. ch 2 of smooth operator and my first ever javi fic - dbf javi one shot dbf!javi x reader

“You’ve got no idea what you’re doing to me, do you, cariño?” His voice is low and rough, like a whisper laced with danger.  

Your breath hitches, your lips parting as if to answer, but nothing comes out. The intensity in his gaze keeps you pinned in place, your heart is pounding as heat blooms in your chest.  

“Stealing my shirt, walking around, smelling like me,” he murmurs, stepping closer. His hand skims up your arm until it settle on your shoulder. His fingers curl into the fabric there, tugging it just enough to make you feel the weight of his hold. “Were you hoping I'd catch you? Hmm? That I’d come in here and do something about it?”  

“Javi, I—”  

“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupts, his tone sharp but laced with a heat that makes your knees feel weak. He leans in, his breath ghosting over your ear as he growls, “You know exactly what you’re doing, princesa.”  

Your hand finds his chest, your fingers touch the bare skin just peeking out from the unbuttoned top of his shirt. He’s close now, so close you can feel the warmth radiating off of him. You can smell the faint mix of cologne and cigarettes that cling to him like a bad habit

“You want me to lose control, don’t you?” His lips brush your temple, soft and fleeting, before trailing down to the corner of your jaw. “You want me to pin you down, show you just how dangerous this game you’re playing really is.”  

Smooth Operator pt 2

"I have to say, I've been thinking about you all damn day. Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk around with a near-constant boner?"

You’re already gushing down below, squeezing your thighs shut at the image he’s just given you. With a breathless laugh, you respond, "Can’t say I have, but I know what it’s like walking around with a fountain in your panties all day long."

His laugh is dark, a promise of what’s coming. "A fountain? Sounds like someone’s been thinking naughty thoughts."

 "More than one, actually.

 "Mm," he hums in approval. You hear a rustling in the background, like he’s getting comfortable. "Tell me one of 'em."

"Yeah, so, you're the teacher, and I'm the student." Christ, you can't believe you're actually saying this. You feel stupid and embarrassed. It's so much easier to talk about other people's fantasies than your own. "I have detention, and it's just you and me in the classroom. You're looking over the schoolwork, and since you're distracted, I decide to, you know." "Say it." The command is firm.

"I play with my pussy," you say, scraping your teeth along your bottom lip. "I slip my hand down my panties and find my clít. I pinch it and rub it, holding back my moans because I don’t want you to hear." Your eyes fall shut without you realizing, and your hands wander down your body, acting out the fantasy. You’re already wet—you know that—but what surprises you is just how wet you are. You feel it on your thighs, soaking into the sheets.

"Fuck," he drawls, drawing the word out. "You think you're bein' quiet, but you're not, Princess. And your pussy is so fucking wet I can smell it from my desk."

npt and sorry if you're tagged and I missed it. idk who to tag lol still figuring this whole thing out: @sanarsi @pedgito @elflutter @baronessvonglitter @joelsrose

@slowdivinqs @gothcsz @slimybeth69 @80ssong @magpiepills

[halfnekoslair]

My dolls)

Photo by ig @gray_valet

Hi guys) The package with the previous mouse group order arrived in the US. The rest does not depend on me. So I'm making a post to show everything I can offer. Shipping from Russia is quite expensive, starts from about 70 USD for EMS, which I usually use. So it makes more sense for foreigners if someone organizes a group order to share the shipping cost. This has already been done twice. And I believe there is a discord group about this. But I will give you approximate numbers: This is about 70 USD for up to 1 kilogram 90 USD for up to 2 kilograms and about 105 USD for up to 3 kilograms.

This post is going to be huge so I'll put the prices on top:

15cm mouse. 73 usd for standard colour. +7 usd for extra colour.

25cm turtle. 230 usd.

28 cm 1/6 boy doll. 110 usd for Eirwyn 120 for character heads cause of their hair/ear parts.

MSD Eirwyn. 180 usd.

Speaking of group orders I would prefer not to go above 1000 USD in one box because I don't trust US Customs one bit. And if something bad is destined to happen - I would prefer it not to be a terribly large amount of money.

I can change the prices over time. I most likely will. I'm just groping for a while. The difference in price is more due to the amount of manual work I have to put into the doll than to the size. Turtles are far and away the most complex. And human dolls are less time-consuming. If I make a few and feel that it is more difficult or easier than I thought - I will change the prices. As you can see, so far I have only sold mice.

So what do I offer?

I'm obviously offering mice.

This is around life size mouse doll. Almost 15 cm standing tall and including ears.

I use ABS-like photopolymer resin for these dolls. Because it is easier to work with and looks more polyurethane-like. Mice have a lot of small delicate parts that would be harder to make look good with a harder resin. So it's a tradeoff. I prefer aesthetics over durability. I am not saying that ABS-like resin is too brittle. Many people use this type of resin for dolls. Especially small ones. I am just explaining why I use different types of resin for different dolls. I might consider printing a mouse with the tough resin I use for my larger dolls but that would cost more because it would take more time to post-process.

The colors "from the can" are gray and white. I can also print beige and chocolate at any time. Because these are the most basic colors and I can cut the leftovers. (Beige and chocolate may differ slightly from time to time because I due them myself. White and gray are constant.)

I can mix any color (green, purple). But there must be 2 or more mice of this color in the order. Otherwise it will be counted as an extra color because I will have a lot of leftovers that I will not be able to use.

There is also an option to add pink paws or tail or both. If the doll has 2 colors in it, it is counted as an extra color.

2. Turtles.

Photo by ig @gray_valet

Yes, I finally decided to try and start selling them.

They are 1/6 size. About 25 cm. A little shorter than Barbie. But wide and heavy.

There are 4 sculpts. Each of which has an individual head and some differences in the body.

Officially I name the sculpts by numbers, not by character names. but I think the characters are pretty obvious.

So #1 (Leo)) He's my princess >W< Lol. Sorry. This sculpt is quite beefy. But has the most delicate face and front shell of them all for my taste.

№2 (Raph)

This one the widest and most monstrous of them all. He was actually designed to be a little shorter than the first one, but he refused and ended up the same height.

№3 (Don) He is a little taller and thinner than the others. I tried to make him more human in proportions and face.

№4 (Mike) He's the baby of the group. I still wonder if I made him too small. But I like him as is.

Each of them has 3 faces on magnets. Neutral, angry and happy.

For turtle dolls I use a tough resin. Because they are actually big, even though they are short. And they have quite a strong elastic tension. It's a little less pretty than the ABS-like. But it's really tough. I have a video of me throwing it on the pavement.

Turtles have 3 colors. For the skin, plastron and shell. You can send me a picture and I will try to dye the resin as close as I can.

I will add 2 pairs of the chosen color eyes and 1 pair of white to the doll.

I can also print basic katanas and sais in a size suitable for the doll. In a random color.

3. 1/6 youth doll.

This body is about 28cm and is sculpted to represent a teenage boy in a Barbie-proportioned world.

This can go with my original Eirwin head and resin hair

Or an anime head with a hairstyle representing a character from the Genshin Impact game.

(Keep in mind that 1/6 of the sculpts has sculpted eyelashes) At the moment I have

Tighnari with magnetic ears (It's my friend's doll)))

and Cyno

Lol I even made his hair articulated.

I also tried to put a Barbie head on this body and it wasn't terrible)

I print these dolls with tough resin as well. Even though they are small they aren't very detailed so it's just nice to have a little more durability.

I can try to dye the color you want. But I can't promise 100% accuracy because one is the pictures on the screen and the other is the resin and pigments. And also I do not recommend dark skin colors. because this resin is very thick and it can reject the pigment while printing. With dark colors it can lead to a slight difference of the color between parts in one doll.

And last but not least...

4. MSD Eirwyn.

The MSD version of this sculpt has some differences from the 1/6 version. It has a wider neck, smaller eyes, and no sculpted eyelashes.

Eirvin is 45cm tall and is adjusted to fit into my company MSD doll group. (Photos with Dollzone and Resinsoul)

10mm eyes, 55mm feet. The only non-standard part of him is his butt. It's quite wide for a MSD) But I like the silhouette.

I print my dolls with full infill so it weighs the same as the cast doll.

Obviously I'm printing such a big doll with tough resin. And with such a size of parts I'm mostly calm for this doll. My cat has already given it a couple of test falls from the table.

For color - I also do not recommend dark here. For large parts and almost 10 hours of printing it can give a big difference in color.

I don't mind answering questions and taking additional photos if needed.

Congratulations) You survived my longest post.

[scekrex]

NSFW How about Adam taking dick for the first time and is kinda nervous so Adam is on top to give him more control and set the pace, reader helping him steady and when he finally takes it all, he collapsed, unintentionally squishing those hot man tits on reader face

I not only adore the idea of Adam taking Dick for the first time, I also love his fucking man tits, like give em to me, lemme squeeze em n kiss em n leave hickeys n bite marks all over the soft flesh- okay enough I'm sorry lol.

The deeper you go, the better you feel

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

It was weird, despite being on top Adam felt strange, he would maybe even go as far as to say that he was feeling nervous, scared even. The first man felt open, bare and that was definitely not because he was naked - he had never had a problem with that. He also felt exposed in a non-sexual way, he felt vulnerable and he knew it showed, maybe that was because he didn’t even try to hide it, there was no reason, you’d figure it out eventually and playing with open cards while having sex had never backfired on him.

Adam’s legs were shaking as he lifted his hips up - the first man was awkwardly seated in your lap, his hips pushed upwards. You had prepared him beforehand, had made sure he had been laying down comfortably on his stomach as you had worked him open - to his surprise it had been a lot less painful than he had thought, you had some really skillful fingers. But now that he was stretched open, ready to take dick - or so he thought, at least. One of your hands reached out to grab a firm hold of his hips, not only to keep the first man in place, but also to distract his mind a little, your free hand made its way around Adam’s body, grabbing ahold of your erection while you bit back a needy moan, Adam would hear enough of that later, there was also no need to pressure him, the first man was putting enough pressure on himself. “Okay,” you said loud and clear as the tip of your dick brushed against the brunette’s entrance, the violent shudder that shot through his body made you pause for a moment, you wanted to give him some time to mentally prepare himself, Adam on the other hand seemed to have a different plan. While you were about to explain to him that he was supposed to take it slow, that you’d help guide him through it, he tore his hips away from your touch and sank down on your dick in one go. The moan that was actually a mix between a moan and a scream was loud, yet you were sure there was no real tone of pain in it. He kept sinking down, down, down, the thought of a break to get used to your dick filling him up didn’t seem to cross his mind and while your logical mind told you to stop him and slow him down, your lust clouded mind told you differently. Adam’s face was scrunched up in pleasure and a little bit of discomfort, but the main emotions on his face were lust and desire. And his body just kept eating up what Adam was feeding it.

A quiet whine fell from Adam’s lips as soon as his buttcheeks made contact with your bare thighs and the moment he was seated in your lap again, his as pressed flush against your thighs, he collapsed. His body simply seemed to give out despite Adam having different plans in mind, he fell over, his face hit the headboard of the bed - not hard though, he wasn’t in pain - and his tits were pressed against your face. A surprised moan escaped you as Adam’s body buried you underneath it but when the soft flesh of Adam’s tits were shoved against your face, you took that as your invitation to kiss them and leave hickeys all over them to mark your territory. Your teeth gazed over the pure skin that Adam continued to press against your face as he tried to steady himself. Both of your hands were grabbing his waist and you thrust your hips upwards, it wasn’t a harsh movement, it was the most gentle thrust you could offer and yet that seemed to fuck Adam over even more. A groan fell from his lips, in his voice not the slightest hint of pain which either meant he hid it - that you doubted - or that he was truly starting to enjoy himself. “You okay, big guy?” you asked quietly as you squeezed his waist teasingly, earning yourself yet another soft moan from the first man, your answer was a quiet hum in agreement, he was out of words, that was obvious. “You need a break?” That made him raise his head from the headboard immediately, he wanted to push his body back in order to look down at you but before he was able to fully do so, you sucked his nipple between your lips and eventually fully inside your mouth, causing the brunette on top of you to crumble down yet again. This time he was able to catch himself before his face smashed against the headboard again though. “Fuck no, keep- shit,” he wriggled his hips a little, trying to adjust himself on top of you. A break would kill him, a break he couldn’t take. Adam whimpered as he lifted his hips upwards a little, before he sunk down again, his juicy tits were still pressed against your face as he moved himself up and down on your dick. He felt so overwhelmingly full, so stuffed and he knew he wanted more, wanted that feeling to last. Because in the beginning it had felt strange, new and sort of uncomfortable, but now that his body was getting used to the feeling he craved more, so fucking much more.

And while Adam fucked himself up and down your dick, you had the most perfect task that kept your mouth and your mind busy. The nipple that you had sucked on to tease him and keep the brunette into place slipped away from your lips and you gently bit down on the soft flesh next to it, careful not to hurt him seriously but firm enough to make it sting a little. “Shit- fuck- do that-” the man on top of you was out of breath already and from experience you knew, it wasn’t because the movements were too exhausting to perform. It was because there was simply no feeling that was comparable to being filled up by your lover’s dick, it surely was absolutely breathtaking. And when Adam started to beg, when his walls finally crumbled down into little pieces and he let his guard down to fully enjoy himself, you knew this would forever be his first time taking dick, but not the last time.

[chimkin-samich]

Hello it’s me again asking about the merman au!

1- how where they found? (Did they come out on their own or were they captured?)

2- what research were made on them? Why are sun and moon being kept around?

3- when did eclipse came in the picture ?

4- how (and who) did the researcher discovered that sun and moon needed heat suppressants??? (I’m the most curious about this one lol)

Aand i think that’s it for now. Sorry if i asked things that are already known, i pretty new to your blog and art

Oooo many questions time for a long post, gonna put under a read more to not take up the whole feed lol

I think weve answered some of these before but we’ve changed some plot here and there so will answer em again

1) All 3 of the boys are wild mers each from their own individual pods, Eclipse raised the 2 ,Sun from age 10 and Moon from age 13. Sun and Moon were caught when they were young adults at age 18(sun) 19(moon) and were taken to the aquarium were they first did shows until Moon became hostile and after a bloody incident they were just shoved into the tank they are in when they first meet Tari

2) Fish mers are extremely elusive compared to their mammal mer counterparts so not a lot was really known on any of the fish mers, so the research was a mix of both biology and behaviors, unfortunately because of this the general public and ethical marine biologist are unaware of the level of intelligence they have and once that comes out with ppl who keep fish mers they keep that secret to keep their “precious specimens”,

this becomes prominent during the part of the story after Tari frees them and has to have a whole legal battle where she’s accused of being an “animal lover” let’s call it and freeing company property , luckily she kept files and recordings as evidence that helped her win the case and leads to a whole bunch of investigation on other aquariums and ppl who own fish mers that includes them into the law that protects cryptids and other sentient mythical creatures

3)Eclipse was in the picture at least with Sun and Moon from their preteens to their early adult years when they were captured, He comes into the picture with Tari about a year after the boys are freed, Tari was left alone for a year after their escape because the two got caught in a current that pulled them further away so they basically had to find her after getting lost

Eclipse shows up a few months after they show up cuz he had been tracking their scent when he caught it on a current but took a while to catch up since they were on a constant frenzied search looking for her, he did try to kill her since he believed that she was their captor but her experience with Moon gave her a hand with escaping him by temporarily blinding him lol

4)Heat suppressants are a thing since like mentioned before, cryptid’s and other mythical creatures/furries are a thing separated in categories, either Beasts(those who look like creatures so mers, minotaurs etc.) and Shifters(anything that can fall in the were (werewolf for example) category or can change parts of their appearance in someway)

A lot of Beasts and Shifters have heats so it was more a matter of seeing what type and dosage they needed to keep theirs suppressed