#miniature loft room

[dillyminiatures]

Storage shelf unit made from bulk stirring sticks, glue and a touch-up marker for furniture. Put into my little loft room :3 some clutter from a while ago, plus a plant and terracotta pots from this tinytober.

#miniatures #loft room #storage shelf #miniature making #loft #miniature loft room #tinytober 2023 #tinytober #step by step

[tiny-glued-things]

Finished the cat’s art and music apartment. I love how all the paintings feature cats, or are a still life of things a cat would want to knock off a table. 

(Kit: Building Block Town -- Luna’s apartment)

#miniature #diy miniature #DIY kit #tiny things #cat art #miniature kit #building block town #artist loft #music den #vinyl collection #tiny rooms

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Coolest deal ever. The beloved 1972 landmark, Lucy's Amusement Park in Minot, North Dakota is for sale. It has 7bds, 5ba, and of course, an amusement park. You could make it a business, or just keep it for yourself. Check this out.

I mean, come on. Look at this slide alone! And, there's a snack bar next to it.

Okay, let's look at the house before we tour the rest of the outside b/c it's dated, messy, and needs work. The living room has an old floral carpet, but it has a brick fireplace and feature wall. They have it set up as a media room.

I don't know what they're doing in here, but I'm guessing that it's supposed to be a dining room.

The kitchen isn't bad, it's modern and big, plus it opens to a deck. It just needs a little decor.

Hall to the bedrooms. There's that carpet again.

This is fun. Bubbles in the bathroom/laundry room.

Not lovin' the dryer in this bedroom, though.

I have no idea which is the primary bedroom, but this one has some built-in shelving.

Child's barnyard themed room. I would imagine that they'd take this with them.

Cluttered home office with steps up to a sleep loft, maybe?

On the way downstairs, there's a sleep loft and hot tub.

In the basement is an apt. There's a big stone fireplace wall.

Large open dining area and nice kitchen.

2 big rooms.

And, a bath.

Plus a basketball court/game area.

And a toilet with lockers.

Now, back outside, there's what looks like a homemade manually operated Ferris wheel for two.

Airplane ride.

A big miniature golf course.

Some picnic tables.

Large workshop.

2 car garage under the house.

There's plenty more land- 2.85 acres.

#house & amusement park #miniature golf course house #houses #unusual houses #house tours #home tour

[10blue10]

Growing Up Berkian

(Aka my head-canons/world-building of life on Berk in HTTYD, inspired by the ‘Growing Up…’ series on YouTube.)

Houses 

Family homes are passed down from fathers to sons, whilst married women will leave their family homes and move into their husbands home. Thus, homes on Berk contain the sons who inherited it, plus their wives and children. 

Each house has two stories, with a ground floor consisting of a ‘kitchen’ where food is prepared and eaten, as well as the parents’ rooms. Above is a loft area where the children sleep and can also be used for food storage for the winter. 

In a household with mixed genders of children, an old sailcloth is hung halfway across the loft space, with girls sleeping on one side and boys on the other. 

Jobs     

Dragons or not, life in a village is hard work and Berk is no exception. Most Hooligans are farmers or fishermen. There is a blacksmith, carpenters, a butcher, a miller, a potter, shipbuilders, a brewer and at least one law-speaker. 

Even though Berk is egalitarian when it comes to women fighting, as they needed every able bodied warrior they could get to fight dragons, most chores are gender segregated. The men work fields, herd livestock, and go fishing. The women weave cloth, mend and wash clothes, bake bread, cook food and generally run the household. They sometimes learn the healing arts as well. 

All Hooligans get taught how to fight, and the Berk Guard is a militia led by the Berk General. It’s their job to be on lookout for attacks in times of war and be the first line of defence when Berk is attacked, whether by dragons or other Vikings. When not on Guard duty, they go about their normal chores and lives. 

Children  

Mothers are helped to care for their babies by their grandmothers, siblings and elder children. With a baby, everyone is expected to pitch in, whether by caring for the infant directly or doing the mother’s chores for her. A baby is named twelve days after birth, if they survive that long. Some families give names with a common part, like As for the Hoffersons, Lout for the Jorgensons, Nut for the Thorstons and Legs for the Ingermans. Other families have ‘themed’ names. 

Very young children (3 to 5 years old) aren’t expected to do chores and are free to play. This being Berk, miniature toy weapons are popular. Hooligan children become accustomed to their stubborn, violent lifestyles from a young age by being told rather gruesome nursery rhymes and bedtime stories. 

Young children (6 to 8 years old) are taught by their families to read, and sometimes write, runes. This often takes place during the long winter months. Being able to read is considered more important than being able to write, since only some individuals (like the chief and lawmakers) need to write stuff down. 

9 to 12 year olds are mature enough to do chores, even if it’s only a matter of helping with bigger jobs like cleaning the house, cooking dinner etc. As well as being taught to read, they are taught other skills to help them do their chores. Apart from these simple chores, they have free time to play with each other. 

Teenagers 

Teenagers (literally anyone at an age that ends with ‘teen’, so 13 to 19) are apprenticed to a trade, either that of their parents or a friend/family member. They don’t necessarily have to begin said apprenticeship at the age of 13; it can be started later, or even earlier. In general, the sooner the better, though. 

These apprenticeships usually become their adult jobs, so finding one that fits is important. It does less good for the village as a whole if a teenager is bad at their assigned role. For this reason the apprenticeship can change if a more suitable job is found. Or, morbidly, if the previous apprentice has been killed.

#httyd headcanon #httyd worldbuilding

[ffxivtribehydrae]

#28 Blunt

For FFxIvWrite2023 Characters: Auro'usk, Ozodug

The other two occupants of the room were still asleep when Auro’usk returned from his morning chores. Dusk on the loft and their father in the alcove couch, it was just big enough for the large man to lie down properly in.

On the floor laid the pack Ozodug brought along his travels through Eorzea, and below the window rested an axe against the wall. The tool caught Auro’usk’s attention, held him with a memory of long ago, of when he, Khu and Dubus set out together into the world. He’d brought an axe just like this one, because of his father favoring it, for its utility, and for defense.

He didn’t really register his own actions when he stepped over and picked up the tool, weighing it in his hands, so familiar, like a distant memory. Over time his weapon of choice had increased to a size outweighing its practicality, and he had learned to wield it with such ease despite its weight. This one was a miniature in comparison to his current great axe.

A yawn and grunt brought Auro’usk out of his reminiscing; his father had awoken and stretched his tired limbs with a pleased grin. His son’s curiosity had not gone unnoticed either, even if the axe was returned to its original spot. “I remember when we made you one of your own, for the journey. Do you still use it?”

Slowly Auro’usk shook his head, a hint of shame in his features with how his gaze fell. It had broken long ago, blade grown dull and fragile, chipped at both metal and wooden handle beyond repair.

“Oh, don’t look so down my boy! If it served you well, then it has fulfilled its purpose of keeping you safe,” his deep voice was lower in volume than usual, likely a little groggy from the rest, “And I am glad you kept a piece of me along with you, for a little while.”

Auro’usk lifted his trademark gentle smile to the other’s words, “It was helpful to have along…” equally gentle tone to match his features.

The soft nature of his son mellowed his own grin as he stood for a second stretch, of his legs this time. Once feeling ready for the day he stepped over and retrieved the tool, inspecting the stained steel and thumbing its once sharp edge. Wear and tear had blunted the blade, a worthy price to pay to keep your life. “This one has served me well long before I even left for this adventure... Perhaps we should craft a new one, for old time’s sake?”

Surprise greeted the suggestion, taking a moment before he responded, “I… That would be nice, actually,” Auro’usk couldn’t help but feel excited about the idea, like going back to good old days, “You need to stay safe now, too, after all.”

And now it was sons’ turn to help along their father, on his new, grand adventure.

#ffxivwrite2023 #Story Time! #Auro'usk Hydrae #Ozodug hydrae #Wasn't sure where to go with this #but it went somewhere!

[eccentricink]

A Tuft-Tailed Infiltration - Act I - Mephistopheles

Leather fabric lay taught upon his torso, highlighting his physique under the sultry lights of The Fall. His verdant eyes glowed like deadly fireflies within the club’s dim atmosphere as they raked my figure. Who would have thought a Bunny Boy could ever look so vicious?

—

Beneath the scarlet Devildom sky and high above the walls of the Royal Academy Of Diavolo upon the highest spire of the grand castle rest the unresting RAD Newspaper Club room -if one could call it a room-. It shared higher semblance to a miniature loft mansion, with countless rooms used as studies for the ink-stained club members and even more that contained the printing presses that birthed the newspapers themselves; all jutting out from the tower and leering down upon the rest of the demon world.

Atop it all sat the study of the former club head, his station taking up what seemed like an entire floor. It was a mess of paper, spilled ink and a few odd apparati tossed about. A trio of bay windows on three different walls struck out from the room and let in beams of garnet light.

And in undeniable likeness to the room, he paced back and forth within it, adding and removing various objects to the bags scattered about him, having broken in a few minutes prior. His uniform long disregarded, he stood in his usual noblewear, a cane at his hip and a satchel sound across his shoulders.

‘With this my preparations are complete, ready to go on a stakeout, my beloved journalist?’, Mephistopheles said in an air of charismatic pomp as he packed yet another camera battery into his satchel, extending a gloved hand towards me. 

‘Almost ready M’lord’,I replied in taunt as I took his hand, in turn he tugged me close and snaked an arm around my waist. 

‘Hm, and here I was thinking we were closer than titles’, He replied with faux offence as I brought my free hand to the side of his neck. The light claret rays that shone through the windows encapsulated his features and brought the mirage of a blush across his face to my gaze; viridian eyes that locked onto mine framed by loose amethyst hair, all above a coy smile. 

Or was the light a convenient mask for a pre-existing fluster? 

Before my mind could wander further, his smile grew more cunning and he let out a chuckle before tightening his grip on me and spinning the two of us around. 

He swept his legs with the most agile of footwork and and moved his arms with effortless grace, and before I knew it, we were ballroom-dancing across the study, twirling in grace and exquisite tandem to a tune as existent as our patience. 

‘A dance? Are you sure this is the right time?’ 

‘Oh journalist of mine, it’s always the right time for a dance’

‘What about you then, are you ready for the mission?’, I asked as we separated for a moment and he planted a kiss upon my knuckles before pulling me back into his embrace. 

‘I simply require the microphone D.D.D attachment and the scroll, you do recall the plan, I hope?’

‘Oh no I don't quite remember the plan, I don’t think your past sixteen explanations were adequate’ 

In response, he spun me about him with a scoff. 

‘Just kidding Mephi, Our sources have informed us that  Mammon has yet again roped his brothers into working as bunny boys at the Fall; this time for the club’s elite and the club’s elite alone. The two of us are going to go there disguised as Thirteen and Raphael in an attempt to catch them off guard and get a story for the paper juicier than a ripe Beelzefruit.’, I recited, choosing to avoid pointing out the ever-so-slight pout that traced his face at the words ‘club’s elite’. 

He hummed in satisfaction nonetheless and I felt his pulse pick up underneath my palm, and with that so did his pace as we broke out into a full waltz. 

‘Oh I can imagine the headlines now’, He said, eyes beginning to wander. “The ‘great’ lords of the devildom have yet again been swindled into working as mere performers, is this a sign of unstable leadership? Can we trust demons in skanky bunny outfits to pilot our great realm?” ’, His voice dripped with sadistic mirth as the words escaped his lips, no doubt already visualising what would transpire within his mind. 

In his brief moment of fantastical distraction, I seized the moment. 

A meticulous exercise of footwork and a well-timed pull accompanied with a snatch and slight of hand, and I had him dipped in a grande low finale.

‘Your microphone attachment’, and I held out the device to him with my left hand as I supported his entire weight at the back of his head on my right with a smile that could rival even his best sly grin. 

For a wisp of a moment, his face betrayed true shock, before he stitched his composure back together and nimbly rose to his proper height with a rose-tinted gentle smile, tucking the microphone into his satchel. 

He planted another kiss upon my knuckles before we broke apart a final time.

‘And now, all that’s left is the scroll’, he said as he walked over to a teetering and precarious stack of books beside a stuffed bookshelf, extracting a narrow box from the centre and causing the stack to shudder. 

‘The sheer things I had to do to get my hands on this’, he muttered as he sauntered towards me while unsealing the protective case. 

At this point he was at my side, and I peered down into the box. Inside was a yellowed, scuffed up loose roll of parchment charred black at the bottom with a single rotting wooden handle. It may have once been a fine document with proper ends and crisp paper, but it was stark that this sheet had seen its fair share of weather; for now one could only describe it as nothing more than ancient rubble. 

Mephisto gingerly lifted it from its boxed confines and discarded the box to his side. His brow furrowed with concentration as he unfurled the scroll, as if it would deteriorate into dust with a single misstep -which, it most likely would- to reveal a dull and discoloured scrawl, barely noticeable to my human eyes and let alone readable. I squinted hard in an attempt to decipher the language it was written in, to which Mephisto must have taken notice;

For he said, ‘Ancient Aramaic, that’s what this is. The language is so dense and archaic that the majority of even demons fail to comprehend it. I stand as one of the only beings in current existence capable of comprehending it.’ As he reached the end of his sentence, pomp and pride crept their way from his chest into his mind and escaped intertwined in his words.

Long had I already admired and respected Mephisto, but I couldn't help myself being brought to a different degree of that admiration and respect at his revelation; I could feel it simmering and flowing within my chest cavity, lightly pushing outward beneath my chest itself.

With a demeanour of light perturbe set within his irises he locked eyes with me, as if to ask, ‘Are you ready for this?’ 

With my smirk and a head nod as a definite response, he took a low breath and began to read off the scroll. 

~The two of us would typically spend hours alone together, be it within the golden confines of the library or upon horseback as we trotted through pastures littered with wild flora in tandem with each other. During these occasions, there was seldom a juncture of silence between us, the air constantly vibrating to the tune of either his or my vocals. As a result, I came to know his voice well -every rasped laugh, passion-filled ramble and anguished cry- I knew them all.

Or so I had thought.

The sheer sound of the incantation was what struck hardest and most apparent, causing me to stumble backwards. His tone deep, detached and vigorous as the spell itself rode along his voice and flew through the room in a luminescent and formidable cacophony of spirals and bracelets; and now I knew exactly what he meant when he said what he did about the language not even a minute earlier. 

Slashes of inexplicable alarm struck me as hard and fast as a ringmaster’s whip. 

In a frenzy I turned towards Mephisto, only to find that his eyes had become glazed over in wisps of green and that his horns and wings had broken free from his human form, the pair of pairs partly bioluminescent in vivid chartreuse. My gaze swept his figure and came to unrest upon his feet, there he was, levitating off the ground without the aid of his wings. 

Not only was the fact that he now no longer touched the ground brought to my attention, I now discerned deep purple mist emanating from the scroll and pooling down upon the floor, not unlike dense cursed incense. It slithered across the leaves of paper on the floor and clashed against the walls of the study like furious waves upon a cliffside. 

My knees betrayed my weight to the ground as my muscles snatched and yanked at my flesh, and my bones turned into what felt like clay in the hands of a sculptor. A thousand hellfire ants seemed to work at my eyes, tearing, ripping away and replacing my iris. 

My lungs seemed to forget about the existence of inhaling, and for a moment of true terror I feared that the worst would transpire. 

And then silence. 

The mist cleared and the panic stopped, as abrupt as the way it struck. 

I closed my eyes.

A heartbeat passed.

Then two.

Then three.  

And when my breathing slowed, I creaked my eyelids apart, and my body was not my own. 

Looking down, the first part of my new form to grace my eyes was my hands; 

Lightly tanned calloused skin snugly fitted to slender appendages. 

Another breath and I felt the skin of my abdomen contract. Sinew abs lined my form, in complete exposure to the air of the study. 

As I brought myself into a kneel, I truly felt the transformation in its entirety. Every movement brought new, cold skin to feeling, as if I had been deprived of flesh itself and forced into the skin of another -and that was exactly what had happened-  I realised. 

‘Mm’, my thoughts were brought to a halt as a light groan emanated from across the room in a voice ever so slightly familiar. 

Upon the ground where Mephisto once stood sprawled Thirteen the Reaper, or at least a portrait-perfect imitation of her. ‘She’ also brought herself to her knees in a groggy fashion as her tri-coloured eyes seemingly adjusted to themselves, glancing around the expanse of the study before settling upon me and squinting in a coy smirk. 

‘You do make a wonderful Raphael, dearest journalist’ 

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And that sends off Act I, progress has been slow, and shall be slow, at least until academics let up enough to give my quill breathing room.

To my readers;

Thank you, and stay patient.

-E.I

#obey me mephistopheles #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me x reader #obey me swd #omswd #eccentricink

[sassykattery]

Lover's Holiday, Pt. 4

Where are we going?

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Use of gendered spousal titles for character and reader.

Themes: Romance. Vacation. LuciferxMC. Night terror (not graphic)

Characters: MC="you", Lucifer

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy~

"Here we are," Lucifer announced as you two reached a cabin in the woods, about a seven hour drive from the House of Lamentation. And by cabin's standards, it was more like a miniature castle made out of wood logs. It stood tall and elegant, much like its owner. Once inside, it looked even bigger. It had vaulted ceilings, a giant fireplace as the focal point, and luxurious black furnishings throughout. You hadn't even seen the rest of it, and you felt like it was a little much. It was rather marvelous, so you raised an eyebrow at Lucifer.

"Hm? Do you not like it?" he asked, tilting his head.

"No, I rather love it, but it seems rather luxurious for just a little vacation. Who owns this?" you asked.

Lucifer chuckled, "It's mine, actually. I had it built for when I wanted to be alone about fifty years ago, but not so far as I couldn't come home quickly."

"Hmph," you vocalized. When he said fifty, it brought you back to what you had been thinking about for the past couple months, the idea of spending eternity with someone.

Lucifer noticed your rapid silence, so he set your suitcases aside and then came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your bust. "I planned for us to just relax here for the next three days. I have a few things scheduled occasionally, but otherwise you're free to do as you please. But why don't you go and explore the rest of the cabin while I get us settled?" he suggested, and then kissed your temple.

He let you go, and you proceeded to walk around. The main floor was just the living room and kitchen with a spiral staircase leading upstairs. There was a door leading out to the back ahead of you. When you opened the door, it led to a gorgeous clearing behind the cabin, and not too far past the clearing was a serene pond surrounded by trees. It was picturesque to you, beautiful. Looking behind you and not seeing your partner, you closed the door and walked out further, though, he was observing you from the upstairs window.

The trees stood tall around the cabin, and it felt like you were in a fairytale almost. But the pond called to you, so quickly you walked down to it. The water was like glass, not a single ripple across it. There was no moonlight, or any light, except what came from the cabin, but you could see everything so clearly; it was like a painting.

Having enough, you walked back to the cabin and continued to look around. Upstairs was apparently where the magic was. It was a loft area, and what got your attention was the giant button tufted black velvet round bed in the middle of the wall opposite of you. The wall adjacent was lined with black bookcases except in front of the window, all filled wall to wall with books. Lucifer sat in the black velvet armchair beneath the window, watching you.

With a small smile, you threw yourself onto the bed face-down and sighed with content. It was as comfy as it looked, much to your pleasure.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked smugly across the room.

"Mhm," you mumbled in agreement.

With a chuckle, he stood and walked over to you, sitting down beside you on the bed to play with your hair.

"I scarcely know what to do with myself when I have you alone like this," he said. You could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'm sure I could guess the things you'd like to do," you said, muffled into the bed. He hummed in reply.

A thought struck, so you sat up, crisscrossed, and looked at your lover.

"I've been thinking," you stated.

"Now I'm worried," he said with a smirk. You frowned, so he continued, "Go on, dove."

"I want to marry you," you stated.

This caught Lucifer off-guard. Normally, had he been at home or anywhere near anyone else, he wouldn't have let his reactions show so obviously, but his eyebrows shot up, and his eyes widened.

Not hearing a response, you continued, "I've thought about why I do, given that I'm now an immortal. Being bound by an eternal contract might seem redundant to someone who's lived a long life. I suppose it's just me being a romantic, and it's something I wanted back when I was a human. But I like the idea, and I see you as someone I want that sort of commitment with."

Lucifer was very still, not moving or blinking, and it barely looked like he was breathing too.

"Um..." You started to say, feeling awkward now.

"I-I apologize, I didn't think this is what we'd be talking about on our vacation," Lucifer said, voice sounding uncertain. There was a tinge of pink grazing his cheeks and ears.

"I thought... it would be a good time to do so, without certain prying individuals around or interruptions," you explained.

"So... you want me to be... your husband?" Lucifer asked, hesitating. On the final word, he almost sounded strained.

"I do."

Lucifer's mind ran wild with this. The simple idea that you, given everything you two have gone through, would fathom him being your spouse, bound by a contract in perpetuity, and you would be his, was almost unbelievable. He had thought about proposing to you as well, but he never wanted to overstep his bounds; he wanted you to take the lead and decide what you wanted for the two of you, he was simply happy to be with you, in whatever capacity you'd let him.

"I'm telling you this because I wanted you to know. It's something I've given great thought about, and currently I'm trying to work out if that's something I want to actually go through with, or if it's just my feelings and leaving it at that," you further stated.

He scooted over closer to you and cupped your jaw in his gloved hand, "It brings me no greater joy than to hear that from you, my dove. I've dreamt of you being my wife, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable or overstep any boundaries you had," he replied finally, his voice low but uneven. His head tilted, "What does this mean for Diavolo, in your eyes?"

"Ah, this leads me to what I was working on the past few weeks. There's no law saying I can't marry both of you, but it more has to with the question of would the throne tolerate such an arrangement between the three of us. That I still haven't worked out, but I'm still researching it. But for me, yes, I'd like to marry both of you," you answered.

"I see why you've been working so hard now," he said. You could sense the pride dripping off of him, from him knowing it was an endeavor that involved your love for him. "We will figure it out, my sweet. For now, let's just enjoy ourselves," he said with a soft smile.

It was hard to resist how soft he was being with you, so you crawled over into his lap and sat yourself on his thighs, wrapping your legs around his hips. He brought his arms around your waist, holding you close.

"So, my love, what did you have planned for us for the next three days?" you asked.

He smirked and brought his hand up to your face, running his thumb against your jaw before answering. "Well, I don't want to give it all away just yet; I did plan this for you. For the next few days, I'll be cooking, though I wouldn't mind if you assisted from time to time. As far as tonight, I imagine we would just relax, maybe watch a movie, and if you would, let me hold you until my heart's content."

You hummed and then replied, "I don't think you'll ever be content," with your own smirk.

"Ah, you're right," he purred. He leaned in and gently took your lips in his. His hands splayed open across your back, running upward to feel you under his fingertips. When his hands reached your shoulders, his fingers curled around over the tops of them. He finally broke the kiss and fully pulled you into his embrace.

You could tell he wanted to say something, but you didn't push it; you just wanted to enjoy the tender moment with him in the peaceful silence. There were no brothers causing a ruckus, no royal studies needing to be completed, no RAD. Just you two in this little slice of bliss.

After some time, Lucifer finally released you and took you back downstairs to watch a movie on the sofa, as promised. Though, you found your mind drifting, still thinking about your work at home. It was a good movie, but your sin was whispering to you, telling you that you would be seen as a failure if you didn't do well, if you didn't focus all you had into doing your very best.

This didn't go unnoticed by Lucifer, as you never relaxed like you normally did. You felt very tense, like you were ready to jump at a moment's notice. He could only hope that you would find some peace while you were here, at least, that was his goal during this trip.

After the movie, Lucifer led you back upstairs to sleep after changing into your night clothes. Once tucked in, he pulled you into his chest, tangling himself around you. The quiet that surrounded you both was different. At the House, you could hear the hum of the world around you, whether that was activity in the streets nearby, the brothers moving about the house, or other innocuous sounds. Here, there was nothing. And it did nothing for your racing thoughts until your body was so exhausted that you finally caved into sleep.

-

"You think you can do it?" your shadow demon asked.

"I'm not sure. I think I can, but at times I wonder if I'm in over my head," you replied.

Over the months, you learned your shadowy apparition was now a part of your subconscious, one that you could converse with occasionally in your dreams. They were like your alter ego, but really your true demonic nature was revealed through it. The shadow spoke what you truly felt when you sin was driving you, but they harbored no ill will toward you. However, you both still argued from time to time.

"Hm, well, obviously you're the only one for the job," the shadow purred.

"Well, Diavolo thinks so. If I didn't say yes, he wouldn't have asked anyone else," you replied.

A chuckled erupted from the shadow. "We would like to believe that, but there are surely others out there that he would seek out if necessary."

"Hey! That's not true," you said.

"Isn't it? Surely you don't think you're that special? I mean, we are, but we're demons after all. It would be impossible to think someone else couldn't capture his heart," the shadow replied.

"So much for the Avatar of Vanity," you spewed back. "Aren't you supposed to think we're the greatest thing to grace the three realms?"

"But if we fail to meet the royal standard, it's over for us," it replied.

A crack appeared in your mind, a strike of fear, anxiety, and jealousy.

"And then what would the Avatar of Pride think of us? We would be a tarnish on the history of demons," the shadow continued.

Another crack.

-

"What the f-" Lucifer ground out in utter annoyance, being smacked with something repeatedly. When he opened his eyes, he was met with a plume of feathers phasing in and out. He sat up and looked down at you. You had drawn yourself to the other side of the bed, and he witnessed you going back and forth between your demon form in your sleep, wings and horns phasing in and out of the plane.

"MC," he called out. You made no move to indicate you awoke, so he called again, with no response, still phasing. He groaned, hating to do this, but he would surely find himself struck by your wings again if he got closer. Holding his hand out, he sent a small spark of his magic to your head.

"Gah!" you shouted, sitting upright, fully in your demon form now, clutching your nightshirt, gasping.

Lucifer waited patiently, sitting up against the headboard, arms crossed. After a minute, you gathered yourself up, calming down to shift into your regular form.

Slowly, you turned your head to see Lucifer staring you down.

"And what was that?" he asked neutrally.

"N-"

"That was not nothing. Last time you had nightmares, we had a very big problem, so you're going to come here and tell me what it was about," he said gruffly, interrupting you and holding his arm out for you.

Begrudgingly, you crawled over to sit at his side, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

"Is that why you've been sleeping alone more often?" he asked.

You stared straight at your lap, knowing you had been caught and didn't need to say the answer.

"And why have you not said anything?" he inquired.

"I'm stressed," you mumbled.

"That much is clear, my dove, but you need to tell someone when you're troubled. So, what was it about?"

"I'm worried that if I don't live up to everyone's expectations and succeed in my role as the next queen, you, Diavolo, and everyone else is going to see me as a failure and I'll leave a dark mark on history," you said in a groan, quickly without taking a breath.

"And what do you think is going to happen exactly if you don't succeed?"

"I'll be outcast for the rest of my days to be a hermit living on Siren's Beach," you said, head in your hands.

Lucifer wanted to laugh, just a little, at how ridiculous you were and how wild your imagination was. But he held firm.

"And you realize now that when you say it out loud, it sounds ridiculous, and you know that's not going to happen, yes?" Lucifer mused.

"I don't want to let everyone down," you muttered.

Lucifer finally grabbed your chin in his hand and guided you to look at him. "As if I would let that happen," he stated. Your frowned deepened and he shook his head. "Darling, you have everyone's support, so what else is there?"

Your eyes shifted away, unwilling to say it.

"I'll tickle it out of you," Lucifer stated with an eyebrow raised.

"Do you forget that I'm as strong as you? I think you do," you spat at that threat.

"But you're rendered defenseless when it comes to tickling you," he mused. He waited for you to make your choice.

With a shaky sigh, you turned your head away, "Alright, don't laugh," you replied. He continued to wait. As you tried to find the words, Lucifer noticed something about you, something familiar. He had seen it in the third eldest, which was odd.

"What are you jealous about?" he asked.

Your eyes widened. Well, he broke the ice for me, might as well say it.

"I... worry that... ugh. This is...," you groaned. You mumbled the sentence you meant to say and suddenly you felt Lucifer's hand waiting at your waist, and you realized he was not kidding about his threat.

"I worry both of you will find someone better fit for the role than the dumb human who gave up their soul to play 'house' with the Devildom's two most powerful demons," you blurted out.

It was silent, eerily so.

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[stray-kaz]

On Blind Faith : a Matt Murdock x reader FF : EIGHT

18 and up, y’all.

The bass thump and fluorescent hum of Neon Nite were blurring together in Matt’s head, almost drowning out the quick thudding of your heartbeat as you waited to walk out on the stage. Luca was asleep at his feet in a carry cot, miniature earmuffs a pleasant buffer against the loudness all around. Looking down at him sleeping peacefully, Matt began to wish he had a pair. You had a job to do and Luca couldn’t be left with your parents, just in case, so he had to come along, too.

You stepped out onto the stage to a patter of polite applause and a loud holler from Foggy. You grinned at him and your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Matt seated with your oldest friend, your son apparently asleep by his feet.

You pulled the microphone free from its stand so you could walk the stage with it.

“Hi again, everyone. Welcome to Neon Nite. Tonight I’m going to start off with something a bit different. This song is for someone new in my life. New and...special. I hope you like it.”

There were a few catcalls and one or two disappointed sighs from the audience, but Matt was grinning from ear to ear when you launched into Stevie Wonder’s ‘Signed, Sealed, Delivered I’m Yours’ with flawless pitch. He leaned over toward Foggy.

“She did say she was going to sing something new tonight, but she refused to tell me what it was!”

Foggy rolled his eyes.

“She’s always been stubborn!”

Matt smirked.

“Has she always been hot, too?”

Foggy shook his head and gave Matt’s shoulder a quick shove. He laughed and righted his balance easily, tuning back in to listen to you sing to him.

Waiting outside the club for you, Luca now sleeping in Matt’s arms, the carry cot down by his feet, a woman walked up to him, and her gait was familiar; so was her scent.

“Since when does Matthew Murdock have a baby?” she demanded archly. “I always thought you had commitment issues.”

“I don’t have commitment issues” he muttered. “I just wasn’t in love with you. And he’s not mine, he’s-”

“Mine” you interrupted, coming up from behind him and sliding your arm through his free one.

The woman in front of you was frighteningly beautiful, like a doll with porcelain skin just waiting to be cracked. She eyed you, standing there with Matt, claiming him: mussed hair, smudged eye shadow, and tattoos for miles. But you looked up at Matt and saw his smile, his confidence returning and his cheek smoothing over Luca’s fluffy hair.

I wish he was yours.

You couldn’t suppress the errant thought, but you held your head up and levelled the woman with a firm stare.

“If you don’t mind, we’re leaving.”

You collected the carry cot and held it against your hip as you began to guide Matt down the street, though it was really the other way around. He was far more nimble than you would ever be.

“She was an ex, wasn’t she?” you asked after a few minutes of silence.

Matt dipped his head just a little.

“If you could even call her that” he mumbled. “We went on a couple of dates a few years ago and she started talking about kids an hour into the second one. Plus, she’s a bit crazy, and not in a good way.”

You snorted.

“Right. Okay.”

Matt slid his arm free of yours and instead took your hand, squeezing it gently.

“Hey” he said quietly. “I’m here with you. I want you, not anyone else.”

You tugged on his hand to make him pause and stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him, his day’s worth of stubble scratching your skin.

“Get a room!” someone yelled as they passed.

You pulled away, lungs burning, and glanced up at Matt with a shy grin.

“You want to?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“Do you have to ask?”

You pulled him to the curb and hailed a passing taxi, bundling Luca inside with Matt and following them onto the backseat.

Matt carried Luca through the loft and into the bedroom, where he laid him down carefully in the centre of the portacot, his eyes still closed with ease. As soon as he had straightened and taken a step away, you were there.

He barely had time to register your heartbeat before you were pushing him down on the bed and climbing on top, your weight bearing down over his hips. He let out a surprised noise and then a strained groan as you dragged your hips slowly over his. Matt lifted himself up onto his elbows and you bent to reach his waiting mouth, kissing him open mouthed and needy. It was messy, and his teeth bumped yours, but you couldn’t give a damn; Matthew Michael Murdock was hot all over and panting for you.

You made fast work of his shirt buttons and pulled the two halves away, releasing a sighing moan at the sight of his bare chest and stomach, smooth and flawless. He couldn’t help grinning up at you, pleased by your enjoyment of him.

“See something you like?” he murmured, reaching towards you.

You hastily kissed his palm and then fell over him, leaving kisses and stinging nips all over his exposed skin, your heart thundering in your ears. He arched under you, his hands sinking into your hair and pulling you back up to him when your nose and then your tongue dragged over a nipple. He didn’t wait for permission before his tongue was on yours, his fingertips massaging roughly over your scalp. You groaned into him, your own hands coming up to touch his face, sliding onto his jaw.

“Matthew?” you whispered, breaking apart, your breath feathering over his lips.

“Hmm?”

“You are beautiful.”

He blinked, brown eyes clouding over a little.

“As are you” he said slowly.

You smiled and kissed the tip of his nose, then his lips again, slow this time, languid, until you turned to liquid gold in his arms. One hand trailed up your spine to grab hold of the zip holding your dress together, then pulled it slowly down until it could go no further.

“Arms up” he murmured in your ear, and you obeyed, momentarily blinded as he drew the soft fabric up and off over your head, sending it flying off in the direction of the sliding door.

Matt ran his hands down your back, realising as he touched only skin that you were not wearing a bra this time. He slid his hands around to thumb at your nipples.

“You went out like this?” he asked, taken aback, continuing his ministrations.

“Had to!” you gasped. “The dress is strapless!”

“Huh” he muttered, and leaned in to suck a bruise squarely between your breasts.

He pulled back all of a sudden, his head cocked to one side.

“Are you still feeding Luca?” he asked.

“Yes. Only once or twice a day, though. Why?”

His lips pursed slightly.

“What am I allowed to do here?” he queried, stroking down the sides of your breasts.

You couldn’t help but giggle a bit at that.

“Fingers fine, but mouth not” you told him. “That would trigger a letdown.”

Matt nodded and pressed a soft kiss to one sensitive peak before kissing up the line of your jaw to reach your lips once more. He slowly but surely rolled you both so that you were laying beneath him, one knee in between your legs, nudging up to your core, still covered with cotton. He hooked his fingers in the sides of your underwear and yanked them down, dropping them somewhere on the bed.

“Matthew?”

“Yes?”

“Shirt and pants off, please.”

He smiled at the softly spoken request and backed off the bed to do as you wanted. You rested your weight on your elbows and watched, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He really was the handsomest man you had ever seen, and kind, which you had not always known in your life.

Your mind was brought back to the present at the sensations of Matt slowly kissing his way up your calf and then further, up your inner thigh. It took you the flashest of flashes to realise where he was headed, and you threaded your fingers into his hair frantically, stopping him. He tilted his head toward your face, curious.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you, puzzled. “Women usually like that, in my experience.”

You flushed and he heard the blood rushing through you. Your nerves soared at the thought of how many women he had been with, who knew and did more than you.

“Well, I don’t” you muttered, fighting the urge to cross your legs and shut yourself off from him completely.

Matt gently stroked the fine skin over your hipbones, pressing the pads of his thumbs into the soft flesh and leaving slight indents.

“You don’t like it or it hasn’t been done right?” he wondered aloud, arching his eyebrows, tongue flicking out to wet his lips.

You hesitated, wriggling a little under the intensity of his gaze even though he couldn’t see you. Or rather, unbeknownst to you, he could see a bright inferno shaped like the woman he was finding himself falling for, hook, line and sinker. He could sense the blush in your cheeks and feel your body fidgeting underneath him, his hands wrapped gently around your knees, ready to pull them apart or close them for you.

“I don’t know...?” you answered finally, shrugging against silk sheets.

Matt sighed and you shivered at the touch of his breath washing over you.

“Leo was selfish, huh?” he murmured.

You said nothing. A second later, you felt his hands on you again, gently spreading you, breath catching in your throat.

“Let me try?” he asked.

You did not understand him right now, or why he wanted to do this, but you swallowed hard and nodded into the pillow.

“Okay” you breathed out, just enough for him to hear.

A sharp gasp left your lips at the first touch of his tongue at your entrance, licking a flat stripe upwards. Your hips jerked at the unexpected feeling and Matt used one arm to clamp you to the mattress, bracing against your stomach, the skin of his forearm brushing against your silvery scar.

You didn’t know what to do with your hands as he continued with tight licks and sucks, desperate for something to hold, to ground you and keep you from falling apart. You settled for digging your hands into his hair, not knowing whether you were trying to keep him in place or push him away. And then when he raised his head to check on you, you nudged him back down, hands urgent, and he chuckled quietly, settling back to where he’d been.

And then he released your hips from his grasp and let them rise to his face, eagerly grinding his own into the mattress as the sound of your aching release slammed into his ears. He stopped, easing out from between your trembling thighs, not wanting to overwhelm you. He could hear your breathy pants as he lay down beside you, reaching down to stroke gently over your scar, fascinated by the texture and feel. He waited, but it wasn’t long before you could speak.

“Well, I was planning on being on top tonight, but I don’t think I can do that now.”

He laughed, surprised, and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“Maybe tomorrow” he said, amused.

You nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, maybe” you agreed.

Matt could tell you were exhausted now, and probably a little overstimulated, so he sat up and was just about to stand when your fingers wrapped securely around his wrist. He paused and turned back.

“Where do you think you’re going, Matthew?” you asked, tugging at him. “I believe I was promised a room.

He smirked and shucked off his underwear, tossing them onto the floor, and crawling back to you.

“I believe you were” he murmured, and you parted your legs for him and raised your hips up off the bed.

It took no effort at all for him to slide home.

Tagging: @succsessions​ @emiemiemiii​ @harringtonstudios​ @moxkindagirl​

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #liss writes #marvel

[idanwyn-et-al]

Oakmoss's Naos, updated!

I probably should've waited until tomorrow to do a proper post about this, but I'm both excited and zonked. So! I'm just gonna copy and paste my original description of this place:

Behind a waterfall somewhere in the Lavender Beds lies a crumbling, waterlogged temple. When one wanders within, it quickly becomes apparent that someone messy and gil-hungry inhabits it. Furnishings, gil, clothing, and all sorts of bric-a-brac have been moved onto the algae-covered remains of the temple’s nave. Sunlight filters in through cracks in the ancient temple and the riverbed above it; tattered, faded curtains of an unknown weave hang haphazardly. Despite the abominable housekeeping skills of its inhabitant, the books on the bookshelves are magicked to remain dry and pristine…

I got very lost in the sauce and did a long-overdue update of Oakmoss's dwelling. She calls it her naos (temple), and it's fitting; serving as a hidden devotional spot to her Goddess, Sophia, it's also the Strange Bun's home in Eorzea. Considering I do all my decorating with only the glitches available in vanilla content, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out! Also, TIL that the Sophia miniature PERFECTLY lines up with the elemental wheel. An unintentional bonus, but pretty cool for the Balance. Also also, apparently I stocked up on Flagstone Lofts at just the right time. In the 4 hours it took me to do this, they nearly tripled in price.

The Reinhabited Ruins can be found on Mateus, Lavender Beds, Ward 15, Lily Hills Wing 2, Room 75.

#ffxiv decorating #ffxiv housing #the lavender beds #ffxiv apartment #my decorating #my okayest screenshots #oakmoss vithsyna #viera #ffxiv summoner

[thnxforknowingme]

Naughty and Oh, So Nice

Pairing: Kublam

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3k

Summary: Kublam returns for some seasonal smut! Kurt and Blaine don't see Sam much nowadays, so when they're all in one place over the winter holidays, they have to take advantage of the occasion.

Notes: Many thanks to all the other writers who have contributed to the 2022 Kublam explosion. This particular fic could be seen as a distant sequel to Confluence, but otherwise isn’t connected to the quasi-shared ‘verse created in the Impromptu Unofficial Kublam Summer Smut Fest. For the purposes of this fic, I imagine that Kurt, Blaine and Sam all had sex together semi-regularly while living in the loft, but that was the extent of their relationship. As in canon, Sam eventually moved back to Ohio and Kurt and Blaine eventually got married. This fic takes place approximately five years after their first threesome. Special thanks to the Lima Bean Discord server - particularly Court, Jen @1908jmd and Gwen @cerriddwenluna - who gave invaluable feedback to help me write something that even approximated sexy when I was feeling extremely unmotivated.

Christmas in Ohio - slushy and cold, the trees barren and sky the palest blue, suburban lawns decorated with the tackiest of inflatable singing decorations. More importantly, family and friends brought together after long periods apart. Present-giving, meal-cooking, and cozy reunions of all kinds.

Kurt could work remotely, and Blaine was between jobs - bad for rent payments, good for vacations - so they were able to spend over a week back in Ohio for Christmas, away from the holiday crowds of New York. They spent most of their time with family, but when Blaine’s parents departed on a Caribbean cruise on December 26th, leaving the Anderson house entirely empty, they gathered all their high school friends who were in town for a good old-fashioned Glee Club party.

The festivities lasted late into the night - drinking cider and wintery cocktails, decorating and feasting on Christmas cookies, singing songs around the piano. Finally guests began to reluctantly leave, as many had flights or family obligations the next day. Kurt had walked out to wish Rachel goodnight at the door, leaving Blaine to continue a heated debate with Sam, their last remaining party guest.

“A Christmas movie has to have like, Christmas-y themes,” Sam insisted. “It has to feel warm and cozy, you know?”

Sam was wearing a Santa hat with a bell in the white puffball at the tip, which jingled every time he moved his head.

Blaine took the miniature candy cane he’d been sucking on out of his mouth to respond. “Maybe your definition of how Christmas feels is just too narrow.”

Blaine heard the front door shut, and the sound of Kurt’s footsteps returning to the room. “Kurt,” he started, hoping he could get his husband on his side - Kurt was great at winning arguments, something Blaine normally loved about him, except when he was the person Kurt was winning against. “What do you -”

“I am entirely uninterested in arguing semantics over Die Hard,” Kurt cut him off as he sat down on the couch.

“Ha!” Sam shouted, as though Kurt’s refusal to participate meant a victory for him. He threw an arm around Blaine’s shoulders, and the movement caused both of them to stumble, the bell in Sam’s hat jingling as they regained their balance.

Sam smiled over at Kurt, then glanced around the room. “Is everyone else gone?”

“Yep,” Kurt said, tucking one of his feet beneath him. “It’s pretty late.”

Sam looked at his wrist, but there was no watch there. “I guess I better get going, then.”

“You, sir,” Blaine said, tapping the center of Sam’s reindeer-patterned sweater to make it abundantly clear who he was addressing, “are too drunk to drive home.”

Sam stared down at Blaine’s finger, and then looked up to meet his eyes. “That is very true.”

“Well, you’re welcome to crash here for the night,” Kurt said, “or for however long you need to sober up.” 

Blaine saw Kurt smile, and his own chest filled with warmth. He knew that Kurt missed Sam ever since he moved back to Ohio. Blaine and Sam had enough in common that they texted each other frequently about movies and comic books, and occasionally managed to align their schedules and play video games together. Kurt didn’t tend to talk to Sam much when they weren’t in the same physical location, but Blaine knew he valued their friendship and was glad to be back in his company.

Blaine ducked out from under Sam’s arm and headed for the couch, collapsing next to Kurt. “This has been a very merry Christmas,” he said.

“You did go pretty hard with the peppermint schnapps.” Kurt replied with a wry grin. He looked up at Sam and patted the couch on his other side. “Come on,” he said.

Sam sat down - close to Kurt, but not leaning into him like Blaine was. “It’s been a long time since it’s been just the three of us,” Sam commented.

With those words, something in the room changed - the heat from the electric fire seemed suddenly more intense. Kurt glanced down at Blaine. Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Kurt smiled back. “That’s true,” Kurt acknowledged slowly.

Blaine sat up slightly, so that he could look at Sam. He sucked on his candy cane as he considered his next words. “Maybe we could do something to celebrate this reunion,” he said. “For old time’s sake. What do you think, Sam?”

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Definitely.” He paused. “You’re talking about sex, right?”

“Yes,” Kurt and Blaine said simultaneously.

“Then yeah, totally,” Sam agreed, already sliding closer to Kurt.

The music that had been playing through the Anderson’s sound system ever since the partiers ceased their caroling clicked over to Santa Baby just as Kurt leaned in to press his lips against Sams’.

.

There was something nostalgic about all three of them together like this, and they settled into their dynamic with the familiarity of slipping on a cozy Christmas sweater or stepping back into a childhood home. The give and take of three bodies maneuvering together, the sounds and tastes of each other igniting old memories of times in the loft. It was reassuring and thrilling all at once as they kissed and touched on the couch, growing increasingly needy, warm outer layers of clothing being shed until they shifted to the spacious, plush rug in front of the fire.

Kurt was just reaching to unzip Sam’s fly when Blaine said, “Hey, why don’t we try that thing you mentioned to me?”

Kurt looked up, blinking as he tried to focus on his disheveled husband. “Huh?” he asked, but before Blaine could respond he realized what he’d been referring to. “Oh,” he said, his face flushing as he remembered the idea he’d shared with Blaine a couple of months ago. He cleared his throat. “Yeah, uh, we could do that. If Sam is into it.”

“Into what?” Sam asked.

Kurt took a deep breath. It had taken some courage to admit this desire to Blaine, but as he met Sam’s gaze, he knew that he was safe here - Sam had trusted them with so much, and he could share in that openness without fear. “I want you to tie my hands and make me watch you,” he said.

Sam blinked, and Kurt couldn’t help but notice how pretty his eyelashes were. “Watch us do what?"

Kurt raised a shoulder in half a shrug, as though any of this could be nonchalant. “Whatever you like. I just wouldn't be able to touch you.” He swallowed. “Or myself.”

It was hard to articulate exactly why this appealed to him. He’d always loved watching the way Sam and Blaine moved together, getting to witness how they made each other fall apart - it was so sexy that he could never help himself from joining in somehow. Something about removing his ability to do that - denying his desire, building anticipation as he got more turned on and desperate for touch he couldn't have - made him shiver.

"Okay,” Sam said gamely. “Whatever makes you happy.” The earnest care in his voice made tenderness and arousal battle for attention inside Kurt.

It probably would have been the most practical to go grab an old necktie from Blaine’s bedroom, but Sam had another idea. He stood and walked over to the staircase, unwrapping a length of tinsel garland that was decorating the bannister.

Meanwhile Blaine reached under the hem of Kurt's shirt, his nails grazing against Kurt's skin as he pulled it up his torso and off of him. The room was comfortably warm but it was still a slight shock for so much skin to be exposed, and he felt goosebumps break out on his arms.

Blaine accepted the garland when Sam returned, and moved behind Kurt to bind his wrists. Sam took over undressing Kurt, unbuttoning the clasp on his pants, the slightest of friction against his crotch already making him ache.

Blaine wrapped the garland loosely around his wrists. “Is that okay?” he asked, leaning in so his breath was warm against Kurt’s ear.

“Uh-huh,” Kurt replied shakily. It wasn’t the most comfortable against his skin, but it would serve its purpose for the relatively limited time they needed it for. Already Kurt’s body seemed more sensitive, feeling the air around him and the heat emanating from Blaine and Sam next to him. The pressure of the bonds keeping him from moving his hands, and the knowledge that he was subject entirely to their whims, sent a zing of pleasure straight to his cock.

Once he stepped out of his pants, Sam put a hand on his shoulder and applied gentle pressure, encouraging Kurt to kneel. As he settled on the rug his face was even with Sam's pelvis, and he could make out the shape of his growing erection. He started to lean forward -

"No," Sam said, his hand holding Kurt firmly in place. "You just wanted to watch."

Kurt relented, leaning back on his heels.

“Good,” Blaine said, bending down and putting a finger beneath Kurt’s chin to guide him into a quick kiss. He still tasted of the candy cane he’d had before. “Now sit back and enjoy.”

In their past exploits, they’d learned that threesomes almost inevitably involved taking turns - there was a balance between being involved and getting in the way. There were always points in their encounters where one of them wasn’t directly giving or receiving physical pleasure. But they’d never done it intentionally like this before.

Blaine lay back on the rug, just a few feet from Kurt, and Sam hovered over him. They kissed, melting into each other, their hands roaming confidently as they made out. Kurt watched as Sam undid the buttons of Blaine’s shirt one-by-one, Blaine’s eyelids fluttering closed as Sam explored the newly revealed skin. He ran his hands over the roughness of Blaine’s chest hair, and leaned in to flick his tongue over Blaine’s nipple, repeating the action until Blaine keened.

It was agonizingly slow, and Kurt’s body grew increasingly tense as he watched, unable to touch or press or taste. He felt himself growing hard, his dick straining against the fabric of his underwear, and he had to bite his lip to keep from whining.

Finally, the last of Blaine’s clothes were removed, the familiar shapes of his body fully on display. Kurt had seen Blaine like this so many times, knew his naked body so well, but that repetition did nothing to quell the heat that rose through him. Blaine reached for Sam’s head and pulled him in close, putting his lips right against Sam’s ear. The tips of Sam’s hair fell against his skin. He whispered something that Kurt couldn’t catch. 

Sam let out a pleased grunt of acknowledgement. “Yeah, okay.”

“Not fair,” Kurt protested.

“Shhh,” Blaine told him, and then he reached for the packet of lube he’d retrieved from their bags.

Sam finished undressing as Blaine started to prep himself, and Kurt could hardly choose what to look at - the strong lines of Sam’s bare legs and the curve of his ass, Blaine arching his back with an expression caught between focus and ecstasy as he worked himself open, Sam stroking his cock as he too watched with a hunger in his eyes that surely mirrored Kurt’s own. It was almost unbearable to take it all in.

Finally Blaine was ready, and after Sam rolled on a condom Blaine straddled him, lowering himself slowly onto Sam’s cock until their bodies were flush together.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Sam hissed.

Blaine placed his hands against Sam’s chest and lifted his hips, setting a tortuously slow rhythm as he rode Sam. His thighs muscles strained as he moved up and down, his fingers tracing the hard lines of Sam’s pecs and abs.

Kurt’s mouth had fallen open and he was breathing unevenly as he watched. Blaine’s movement was hypnotizing, the sight of Sam’s cock sliding in and out of him intoxicatingly sinful. Their bodies were backlit by the fire as Sam’s head fell back in bliss. Kurt’s hips made small, pointless thrusts as he sought any sort of relief for his aching arousal.

After what felt like ages, Sam could no longer take Blaine’s slow pace. He reached up to grip Blaine’s hips, his fingers digging into flesh, and began thrusting up into him. Blaine gasped at the abrupt change in speed but took it well, surrendering himself to Sam’s control. Each thrust shook his body until Sam’s hips stuttered and he stilled as he came, his hands loosening from Blaine.

Blaine took a moment to catch his breath and then pulled off, disentangling his body from Sam’s. He pressed a kiss to Sam’s shoulder and ran a hand through his his hair. Then, finally, he moved across the short but impossibly frustrating distance that separated him from Kurt.

“How was that?” he asked Kurt, just a smidge cheeky.

“Please let me touch you now,” Kurt begged. The building anticipation had been just as much of a turn-on as he’d expected, but that meant he was desperate for attention now.

Blaine complied, kneeling behind Kurt to undo his bonds. “The best part of Christmas,” Blaine whispered as he untied the tinsel, “is opening presents.”

As soon as Kurt’s wrists were free he surged towards Blaine, cupping his face and kissing him with a force that pushed him backwards. As Blaine was pressed onto the rug, Kurt aligned their hips to relieve the tension in his groin.

Their passionate embrace was interrupted when they heard Sam speak.

“Hey,” he started, and took pauses between his words to breathe. “You can - fuck me - if you want.”

Kurt felt a thrill sizzle through his veins at the thought - he was so hard, and the idea of being inside Sam was excruciatingly tempting.  “But Blaine - “

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “We can take care of him, too.”

.

Sam’s knees and palms sunk into the velvety throw blanket that Blaine had grabbed from the couch as Kurt pounded into him. It had been a long time since he’d been fucked - not having been with any men since he moved out of the loft in New York - and the intensity of the sensation felt like sating a thirst he’d forgotten he had. Kurt’s fingers had been as talented as ever, and now each thrust of his hips sent a shockwave through Sam’s body.

Despite the overwhelm of it, he tried to maintain focus on the other task he’d taken on. Blaine knelt before him, his elbows resting on the couch and his cock heavy and full in front of Sam’s face. Blaine had given him an incredible orgasm, and he wanted to return the favor.

Somewhat clumsily - as his hands were busy holding him up - he tongued at the head of Blaine’s cock before closing his lips around it. He stretched his neck so that he could take more of Blaine, and hollowed his cheeks.

Blaine gave a low grunt of pleasure, and apparently that did something for Kurt, too, as he slammed into Sam’s ass with increased vigor. Sam tried to bob his head, to take Blaine deeper and find some kind of rhythm, but it was all too much - the feeling of Kurt pumping in and out of him, trying to keep his throat slack and not gag, maintaining his balance in this position.

He pulled off of Blaine and looked up at him. Blaine’s pupils were wide, his hair curling with sweat. He reached over and held Sam’s jaw, his thumb stroking Sam’s bottom lip. “You okay?”

“I just - “ Sam said, and then swallowed. Kurt’s fucking had slowed, and the drag of his cock was so amazing and so distracting. “Could you - take control?”

Blaine’s eyebrows rose, but he nodded. “If you want.”

“Not rough, but - yeah.” Sam told him.

Blaine lifted his other hand to cradle Sam’s head securely. “Hit my leg if you need me to stop,” he said.

Sam nodded, and he opened his lips. Blaine pushed in and began to shallowly fuck his mouth, and Sam relaxed, losing himself completely to sensation. He was rocked by the movement of both Kurt and Blaine, and there wasn’t a nerve in his body that wasn’t on fire. He didn’t feel like a person so much as a vessel for pleasure. It was something debauched in a way he couldn’t imagine doing with anyone he didn’t trust implicitly. 

Blaine kept his promise not to get rough, never giving more than exactly what Sam could take, but before long his movements grew more erratic. The coordination that he and Kurt had built faltered as Blaine raced closer to the edge, his cock sliding between Sam’s spit-slick lips until he was coming down his throat. 

Blaine pulled away and leaned back against the couch, leaving Sam with an aching jaw and a bitter aftertaste. Sam shifted down onto his elbows, and the new angle of his body as Kurt thrust into him sent sparks up his spine and blood rushing back to his cock. It was like all the pleasure he’d tried to give was being returned to him tenfold - it felt beyond his physical body, as though he’d reached some new plane of divine stimulation. Kurt hammered into him relentlessly, and Sam reached down to fist his own dick, the roughness and tightness of his hand giving him just the friction he needed until his euphoria burst and he came, splattering onto the blanket beneath him.

Kurt gasped as Sam tightened around him, and his own orgasm followed. He rocked their bodies together a few last times, letting out heavy, gratified breaths against Sam’s back before pulling out.

Sated and sweaty and sore, they all collapsed onto the rug. The light in the room flickered unevenly from the fireplace, supplemented by the glow of the Christmas tree. The stereo played on in the background, Andy Williams’ voice proclaiming it the Most Wonderful Time of the Year. The room smelled of peppermint and chocolate and sex.

Kurt let out a long sigh, shifting so he could rest his head against Sam’s shoulder. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

They all laughed, exhausted and giddy. Blaine curled up against Sam’s other side. “And here’s to many more,” he whispered, and Sam couldn’t help but grin at the thought.

It was late, and they would need to clean up - he hoped he hadn’t ruined that throw blanket, it was really nice. He should also probably drink some water to avoid a major hangover the next morning.

But for the moment, there was nothing he wanted to do more than lay heavy-boned in the close comfort of his friends and lovers, savoring the brief time that they had together over the holidays. Cuddling together in front of the fireplace, heartbeats echoing through their bodies, he was grateful for the warmth and light they could share during the darkest, coldest time of year.

#my fic #kublam #one shot #one-shot

[whimsandfanfiction]

October Flash Fiction

Author's Note: I wrote this piece a little while back when I was struggling with severe writer's block. I never went further with it, but still like to refer back to it now and again. Let me know if you think it's something I should take another look at. This is my original work, so please do not steal. That would be very uncool of you. Thanks!

It was the end of a long day.  Greyson heaved the last customer’s pumpkin onto the scale and waited for the numbers to pop up on screen.  “That’ll be seventy-five dollars total, sir.”  The man, balding slightly on the crown of his head and wearing thick, black-framed lenses, fished out his wallet and disgruntledly handed over the money.  Greyson tried not to take offense to the way the man huffed.  It had been one of the farm’s busiest days since opening and with the three young girls flanked by the man’s sides, Greyson knew it had been more of an experience for them than for poor Dad.  He made change for the man and wished him a good evening.  Finally, it was time to close.

It wasn’t that he disliked helping out on days like today.  His family had been holding Fall Festivals since before he was born, and he’d been working them practically since he’d been able to take his first steps.  What had started as a simple pumpkin patch and miniature petting zoo had amassed into corn mazes, pumpkin carving stations, pig races, and live shows from local musicians rolling through.  He took pride in his roots and his family’s passion.  It was just the days winding down toward Halloween that made him uneasy.

Being that things were so busy and there was a lot of upkeep to maintain on the 200-acre lot, his parents were hardly ever truly present, mentally or physically.  Hired groundsmen helped with the majority of the labor and his parents inspected, making sure everything was perfect for the hordes of Barrington folk that would be arriving the following morning.  Being busy wasn’t exactly the problem for Greyson.  He was still in high school and therefore didn’t have to dedicate all his time to farm work.  Instead, he’d hold up in his room to study or play video games with his friends Kara and Sam.

From his bedroom window, Greyson had a perfect view of the barn, where they kept the pigs, chickens, and horses.  There was a small, lofted attic over the animals’ stalls which had a small window looking out to the barn’s entrance.  Every now and then, when he’d wake up in the middle of the night, he’d notice strange things coming from that window.  There was always a light of some sort, sometimes steady and other times flickering slowly, as though something was moving past, briefly blocking it.  He’d mentioned it to his parents awhile back, wondering if anyone was staying up there for the season.  His parents had both given him worried looks, then explained that no one was living up there, and as for the lights...there was no electricity wired in the attic.  They’d always had to use flashlights up there.

#flash fiction #original fiction #october #spooky writing #spooky #pumpkin patch #ghosts #writing blurb

[dillyminiatures]

Tinytober~

A project that's been around untouched for a good while. Dusting off the roof, and finally glueing more of the beams and roof, using one of my absolutely favourite paper clamps :3 (yes, I'm one of those ridiculously satisfied with things having the text of what they are, contain, or do, on them x3)

Hopefully before this tinytober is over, this room will finally be finished :3

#miniatures #miniature making #roofing #tinytober #tinytober 2023 #wip #tiny #inktober #loft #loft room #miniature loft room

[lunadesignstudios]

Choosing the Perfect Indoor Wall Lights for Every Space

Indoor wall lights are the unsung heroes of interior design. They offer a versatile and stylish way to illuminate your space, adding depth, ambiance, and a touch of personality. Whether you crave timeless elegance, sleek minimalism, or raw industrial vibes, there's a perfect wall light waiting to transform your home. Let's delve into the world of classic, modern, and industrial wall lights, helping you find the ideal fit for your style.

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Swing-arm sconces: The quintessential Classic Wall Lighting, swing-arm sconces offer both style and functionality. Their adjustable arms allow you to direct light where it's needed, making them ideal for reading nooks or bedside lighting. Choose from simple, clean lines or ornate designs with crystal accents.

Chandelier sconces: Miniature versions of their grander counterparts, chandelier sconces bring a touch of glamour to hallways, foyers, and even bathrooms. They cast a soft, diffused light and add a touch of grandeur to any space.

Candle sconces: For a truly timeless feel, consider classic candle sconces. These wall lights often feature flickering LED "flames" housed in elegant glass or metal holders. They create a warm, inviting ambiance, perfect for entryways or living rooms.

Modern Wall Lights: Sleek Lines and Innovative Design

Modern wall lights embrace clean lines, minimalist aesthetics, and innovative materials. They often feature geometric shapes, polished metals, and integrated LED lighting for a sleek and contemporary look.

Picture lights: Modern picture lights are a fantastic way to highlight artwork or create a focal point on your wall. They use sleek LED strips to illuminate your artwork from above, without casting shadows or glare.

Geometric sconces: These bold and eye-catching fixtures come in various geometric shapes, from triangles and squares to circles and hexagons. They offer both task lighting and a striking design element.

LED panels: Modern LED panels are a versatile option for creating ambient light or task lighting. They offer a clean, low-profile look and are highly energy-efficient.

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Industrial wall lights are inspired by the utilitarian aesthetic of factories and workshops. They often feature exposed bulbs, metal cages, and weathered finishes, creating a raw and edgy look. These fixtures are perfect for lofts, industrial-inspired spaces, and rooms with a touch of rustic charm.

Cage sconces: Featuring a metal cage surrounding the bulb, cage sconces offer a vintage industrial vibe. They add a touch of drama and personality to your space, while still providing ample light.

Barn lights: These classic barn light fixtures are a staple of industrial design. They offer a rustic charm and strong directional light, perfect for hallways, entryways, or task lighting in kitchens or workspaces.

Wall-mounted spotlights: Industrial wall-mounted spotlights are highly functional and add a touch of edginess. They are perfect for highlighting artwork, architectural features, or simply creating pools of light for specific tasks.

Choosing the Right Wall Light for You

The perfect Indoor Wall Lights for your space depends on your desired style, functionality, and room layout. Consider the following factors:

Style: Match your chosen wall light to your overall interior design aesthetic. Do you crave timeless elegance, sleek minimalism, or raw industrial charm?

Functionality: Think about the purpose of your wall light. Do you need task lighting for reading or working, or are you looking for ambient light to create a certain mood?

Placement: Consider the size and layout of your space. Wall lights can be used to highlight artwork, create a focal point, or provide task lighting.

By considering these factors and exploring the wide range of classic, modern, and industrial wall lights available, you can find the perfect solution to elevate your space with style and light.

#Wall Lights for Every Space #home lighting

[splitminiusa]

Untangle the BTU Maze: Sizing Your Mini Split for Ultimate Comfort and Savings

Briefly discuss the surge in popularity of mini split systems, emphasizing their efficiency and versatility as effective heating and cooling solutions. Stress the importance of choosing the right size for optimal comfort and efficiency.

The crucial role of understanding the advantages of mini split systems for informed decision-making, as they have gained widespread popularity. These versatile heating and cooling solutions provide numerous benefits, enhancing comfort and efficiency in both residential and commercial settings. With features like precise temperature control, energy efficiency, and zoned cooling capabilities, mini splits emerge as a standout choice in the realm of HVAC systems. This exploration uncovers the key aspects that make them a preferred option for those seeking personalized and effective climate control solutions.

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From petite studios to sprawling lofts, there's a mini split size for every space. Miniaturized powerhouses in the 6,000-9,000 BTU range conquer compact havens like bedrooms or home offices. Stepping up, mid-sized champions (12,000-18,000 BTUs) tackle larger bedrooms and living areas with ease. And at the peak of the cooling pyramid, units exceeding 24,000 BTUs reign supreme in expansive open-concept spaces and commercial settings.

Live large in small spaces with the efficient 9000 BTU mini split. Designed for bedrooms, home offices, and other cozy nooks, this compact unit delivers powerful cooling while remaining budget-friendly. Its innovative design prioritizes both comfort and space efficiency, ensuring you experience optimal temperature without sacrificing precious square footage. Embrace the benefits of mini split technology in a size that perfectly fits your needs.

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Imagine transforming your home into a climate masterpiece. The 18000 BTU mini split's zoned cooling feature empowers you to do just that. Create distinct zones, each with its customized temperature setting. Unwind in your perfectly chilled living room after a long day, while your bedroom remains a haven of restful warmth. This is personalized comfort, redefined.

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#9000 btu mini spli #12000 btu mini split #18000 btu mini split #24000 btu mini split #mini split sizing

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Berserkr - Chapter 5 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Midnight Canvas

"Your drawings are lovely."

Valie's voice was but a temperate whisper, still unable to drive his lungs to cooperate from where they remained, in recovery from the lightning-like shock of discovering his portrait.

Although Einar's expression remained neutral, Valie immediately noticed the flare of pink that infiltrated his sculpted cheekbones.

There was another beat of silence and something in the Alpha's eyes blazed as he shifted them back up to his Omega's face.

Then, his lips were moving with the first very thought that graced them.

"They are only as lovely as the subject that inspires them."

It was Valie's turn to blush now and Einar nearly lost his footing on the ladder as he witnessed the ruby-red color infiltrate the right side of his Omega's face.

The Alpha chose that moment to ascend the rest of the way up the ladder, knowing all too well the punishment that would certainly await if he were to injure himself from such a careless accident.

Noticing the Alpha's swift advance into the loft, Valie was quick to set down the leaf and push up to standing, only to be momentarily taken aback when the Alpha stretched to his full height.

Even though this wasn't the first time he'd bore witness to the man's impressive stature, it was the first time he'd done so without the distraction of imminent death or the shroud of night muddying his view.

And now, as the man stood before him with nothing but a pair of loose britches tied low on his hips and worn, brown boots concealing giant feet, he seemed to swallow up the small space, sucking all of the oxygen from the room like a fire without an outlet.

And dear Odin, Valie could practically hear the crackles as he smoldered in his shadow.

Einar moved a few paces closer, presenting the bowl that still rested in his palm.

The wooden thing looked almost miniature compared to the vast extremity.

Valie's eyes wandered, briefly pausing on a muscular forearm that was crisscrossed with prominent veins before he shook his head, clasping his hands behind his body.

"I don't want it." Valie immediately protested, ignoring the way his stomach lurched with hunger when the scent of hearty stew... beef this time... swirled into his nostrils.

"You eat it instead."

Einar chewed at the thin skin of his cheek when a pang of insecurity lashed at him with an intensity similar to Guiscard's barbed whip.

How dare he consider himself anything close to an Alpha when he could barely even provide enough food for his fated to comfortably do something as simple as eat?

It was only at times like this that he wished he could bring himself to speak a lie.

Only enough to ensure that his Omega would remain healthy under his watch.

"I cannot feast while you go hungry," he explained truthfully, intestines twisting into a knot at the mere notion of such a blasphemous act.

Nudging the bowl in Valie's direction, his eyes implored.

"You must eat. You must."

Valie chewed at his lip, lowering his gaze to avoid the puppy dog eyes that the Alpha was so clearly attempting to use as a tactic to convince him to steal his rations for the second time.

Dinner the previous day had clearly revealed that they both possessed the ability to embody every side of stubbornness in an attempt to reach their goals of shoving chunks of protein down the others' throat.

So instead of resuming the interminable squabble of yesternight, Valie instead resolved to try an alternate pathway to success.

"Or, how about..." he began, turning to lower himself back down onto the furs before patting the spot beside him in invitation.

"We share?"

Vali tilted his head, pouty lips doing all sorts of things to Einar's fragile consciousness when a few strands from the white side of his hair tangled in the glistening moisture that coated them.

The Alpha wanted nothing more than to feel the press those lips against his own once more, to cherish the rosy flesh with his teeth and tongue until he managed to define every ingredient that made up the ambrosia recipe of his Omega's indeterminable taste.

Valie's mere existence was a siren song to the Alpha and before he could even recognize that he'd done it, he was sinking down onto the furs beside the abundantly alluring man.

The hairs on the arm closest to the Omega raised with gooseflesh as if they, too wanted to be closer.

Einar's brain melted when Valei's lips stretched into a small smile, knees almost touching as he gestured to the bowl.

"You go first, as a taste tester," the Omega joked lightly, knowing that if the stew was anywhere similar to the one the previous night, it was sure to be at least somewhat appetizing.

"Do tell me if it tastes wretched."

Somewhere in the rubbery remains of what used to be his brain was an understanding that his fated's words were nothing but a ploy, an attempt at tricking his inner Alpha into thinking that it was even somewhat admissible to indulge in a meal before his Omega.

But by this point Einar was nothing but a glob of putty, happily being tossed around in the tiny man's hands and the bowl was tipped up to his lips before he could even form the concept of objection.

The stew was absolutely wretched. At least, it was wretched in comparison with the sapid scent that gushed profusely from his mate's glands, filling the space around him with saltwater and caramel so thick that he could see it like a fog, taste it like a sap and feel it like a prayer.

Einar lowered the bowl, having been careful to only take an infinitesimal sip before passing it to the enchantress before him.

"It is adequate for consumption."

Valie giggled as he accepted the bowl from the Alpha, who was currently attempting to remain upright at the unexpected sound, ears far from accustomed to any form of laughter.

"Thank you for such a thoughtful, detailed review of our gourmet lunch," he teased, before finally taking a sip of his own.

He chewed as he spoke again, although he held up a few fingers to obscure the macerated meat inside of his mouth, using the other to pass the bowl back.

"It is, indeed, adequate for consumption."

The crooked smile that broke out across Einar's face, stretching his lips and turning his cheeks into little balls of light, made Vali falter in his approach, fingertips brushing against that of his Alpha as they passed the bowl.

The sensation was one of everything and nothing, of infinite peace coupled with a beautifully jumbled array of human emotion.

Eyes met, pupils endless as they reached for one other on a plane wholly unseen but profoundly felt.

A whisper in the darkness, a match struck in an arctic wasteland.

They continued to hold onto the bowl together, drifting in the moment until Einar eventually gathered the bravery to rub slow lines onto the tips of Vali's slim fingers with his own, relishing in silken skin.

"I am called Einar," he finally broke the careful silence, corrugated voice gentler than he'd ever managed to temper it to before.

"I wish to experience your namesake, as well."

His request was unbelievably formal, laced with a level of respect and admiration that Valie had only ever lived on the opposite side of.

Moisture pricked at the overworked ducts of the Omega's eyes as he gazed up at the Alpha before him, a fresh kind of illumination pervading the large man's entire being and lighting up Valie's insides like a pyre.

'Einar.'

Vali rolled the name around in his skull, eyes shifting, searching the Alpha's face as he affixed the name to the man.

Valie moved his hands closer, sliding them further into the warm embrace that Einar's calloused flesh offered.

"A strong namesake for a strong Alpha," he complimented, mirroring the formality of Einar's words.

"And not only strong but kind."

The Alpha couldn't help but sit up a little straighter at his Omega's praise, rapt with disbelief.

While many a soul had called him strong... the extent of his physical brawn impossible to be overlooked even by a blind man... kind was far from a descriptor used to encapsulate his subsistence.

But perhaps, after over two decades of speaking only when spoken to and following orders without a second thought, he had lost sight of his true nature.

It was an unlikely possibility but a possibility nonetheless.

Einar clung to it.

"Your wish is well-greeted," Valie continued and Einar waited with bated breath, cerulean irises following the swell of his Omega's lips.

The Alpha's chest hummed as he anticipated the name that would soon tumble from them.

On Odin's highest name, he would not miss a single syllable.

"Just as I have experienced your namesake, you shall also experience mine," his Omega confirmed as Einar's lungs stuttered.

"I am called..."

"EINAR."

Both Alpha and Omega jumped at the sudden shriek that filled the air, a bit of stew flying from the bowl and soaking into the furs beneath them.

Judging by the clarity of the sound, the person had to have been standing just outside of the barn, a realization that sent an avalanche of rocks tumbling into the pit of Einar's stomach.

"Get y'er ass back out here and pull this cart, dammit. Or else Guiscard is gonna be fixin' to skin somebody alive and it damn well ain't gonna be me."

The Alpha sped to his feet, panic saturating his features as his head rapidly snapped back and forth between his Omega and the ladder well.

He had been so close, only to have the one thing he longed for, ripped out of his grasp once again. Typical.

"I am sorry. I must go," Einar apologized in a hushed whisper and Vali jumped up to stand when the Alpha quickly made his way back to the ladder.

"But wait, I..."

"I will come back to you," Einar ensured, torso already halfway down the ladder well.

As if on instinct, he reached out, grasping Valie's hand in as gentle of a grip as he could manage.

He squeezed it briefly before gathering the extremity to his lips and depositing a brisk kiss to the Omega's knuckles.

Valie's heart squeezed, overloaded.

"Valie," the Omega whispered back, frantic.

"I am called Valie."

Warmth bloomed like a flower in Einar's chest, thrumming through every artery and vein until he wasn't sure if he could even stand it.

He rested his forehead on the knuckles he'd just kissed.

"Valie," he breathed the word, knowing that he would never grow tired of thinking it, saying it or living it.

"Thank you."

Valie. My Omega. My Fated Mate.

"EINAR. You God-damn giant oaf. I know you can fuckin' hear me. You know what, if you don't bring y'er ass out here in the next five fuckin' seconds. I'll come in there my damn self and cut y'er God-damn cock and balls off with my bare fuckin'..."

Einar tossed his head over his shoulder.

"I am coming, Unnr."

"Good lad. Knew ye'd manage to find some sense if I used the old cock twist. No man wants his balls fondled, lest it's by the moist tongue of a fine Omega... Fuck, I gotta stop gettin' horny durin' the work day."

Einar was more than used to ignoring Unnr's incessantly inappropriate ramblings but judging by the rosy hue that overtook the right side of his face, it was obvious that his Valie was more than flustered by the vulgar words.

'Gorgeous,' Einar immediately thought but he didn't have any time to linger in it.

Reaching down, he grabbed the handle of the pail he'd previously forgotten on the peg beside the ladder, hauling it up to set it on the landing.

Water sloshed out, nipping the tips of Valie's toes.

"You may wash or drink with this. Please finish our lunch while I am gone, we will resume our sharing during supper rations," was the last thing Einar whispered before he released the deerskin, slid down the rest of the ladder and made his way to the door of the barn, each step like a bomb underfoot as he peeled himself away from the man who held the other half of his soul.

Valie couldn't help but step forward, peeking past a gap in the skins to watch the last moments of Einar's departure.

To his dismay, the Omega only managed to catch a flash of strong shoulder muscles and a flurry of blonde hair before his Alpha pulled the door of the barn securely closed, shrouding the entire structure back into a state of semi-darkness.

For a moment he just stared, wallowing in a ridiculous wave of self-pity as the beast of boredom once again threatened to consume him.

That is, until a distinctly equestrian whinny interrupted the silence and Vali suddenly remembered that he was... after all... not just in any barn but a horse house.

[sethrosenthal]

"Deluxe," a found poem

Let me bring you into a world of mutual sensual pleasure with my blood bags, pillowy soft foam, and supportive, spine aligning pocket coils. You can expect many epic extras for a more customizable and personal gaming experience, including orthodontics for children.

This package contains everything in the Standard and Enhanced packages with valuable support upgrades including vacuum suction and medical grade results. We’ll search 350+ deductions and credits to find an even more thorough cleansing, extended massage. 

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Our top of the line, comprehensive travel coverage sets the standard with an integral shelf and lockable door, Madison Square Park and Empire State Building views, expanded HD video conferencing, bacon, ham, a rechargeable battery, and sausage. A gallon of Unsweet Tea is hand selected by our experienced staff to provide everything for the proactive client who wants to be setting up an efficient portable antenna solution and improve their health.

It's everything you want on a pizza during your favorite games. 

Towel

Lantern

Mirror

Doormat

A small but sweet Teddy Bear

Our famous Lemonade

Highchair

Exersaucer

Solution Tank, Splash Guard & Pad Driver

Two 8x10 action photos of the athlete

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2 Gourmet Dinners for added height

2 Drink Tickets

2 Party Starter Raffle Tickets

1 Dozen High Quality Plastic Dimpled Balls

1 Vibratormate

5 3D Monorail Miniatures

2 extra high quality extendable metal tools!

48 Innovation Tokens

4 fuzzy forage beeples

4 wooden fan meeples

1 Bottled Juice (per person)

3 distinctive looking animals with unique behaviours

50 Germination Plugs

1 pre-baked sugar cookie

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The first surprise: 

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Comes with french fries.