Imagine a Ler gifting their shy Lee a little feather necklace/ring/whatever they can put on to show they want tickles without having to ask 🥺
Please excuse me while I go cry about how sweet this is 😭
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Chatty Family Calls with your dad be like . . .
I just realized they're besties. MY HEART...🥺 He never misses her phone call either. W Dad. Whenever she becomes a teen, I can't wait to see what their dynamic will be.
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Keep Playing (D Major)
Charles/Max, 4k, complete
‘Are you really going to make me keep playing?’ Charles groaned when Max started to trace the outline of his cock through his boxers.
He really wanted to stop so he could touch Max.
He wanted to tug at his hair, touch his broad shoulders and pull him closer.
‘If you want my mouth, then yes,’ Max replied before pressing his lips against Charles’ knees. ‘Keep playing, baby.’
Charles tried. He really did.
OR: Charles and Max have some sexy fun with Charles' piano
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READ HERE!
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*giving "Our Flag Means Death" a go*
Oh, okay, I can see why it's so popular with GO fans. The protagonist's basically Aziraphale only goofier. The humour's more absurd, the stakes are lower. Yeah, this will do perfectly for a nice therapeutic watch after the Final Fifteen.
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*post ep 9*
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HAVE YOU SEEN THIS??
THE OPEN COLLAR
HIS BICEPS
HIS SMIRK
HIS FOREARMS
i'm absolutely feral rn 🥵
No because the greys in the beard too?? It makes me think of dad's best friend Steve and that's way too damn hot
Like the respectful, painfully handsome older man who spends his free time lounging on his couch with a book or out playing golf with your father.
The man who calls you "petal" when he picks you up from a night out at the college bar, takes your makeup off and sleeps on the couch while you sleep in his bed.
The man who pretends he isn't half hard when you try to tempt him, bending over his marble kitchen countertop, sucking on a popsicle and asking if he'd like a taste on a hot day.
"There are plenty of popsicles, petal. What makes you think I need to taste yours?" He's trying to stay polite, just testing the water to see if you're trying to take this in the direction he so desperately hopes it's going.
"Oh Stevie." You laugh, his breath catching in his throat as you lick the length of the frozen treat, catching a drip that was rolling down a little too quickly. You know it's the crudest way of getting his attention but damn, you've got it as you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your tongue in the kind of way that has him hooked. "Mine tastes so sweet. It's addictive, Steve. Bet you wouldn't be able to stop once you've had a taste."
"Tell you what, petal. How about you finish the popsicle and I'll find something else to enjoy?" You have him right where you want him, on the verge of snapping. He's looking at you like he's ravenous and you're enjoying it just a little too much.
"Whatever you like, daddy." You smirk and God, that's it. His mouth is on yours, kissing your colder lips so frantically and the popsicle falls to the floor, totally forgotten.
"Didn't realise you were so good at that. Gonna have to fill that pretty mouth later. Let you suck on something a little bigger." He can't help how badly he needs this. It's so wrong and he knows it but at the end of the day, who's going to stop two very enthusiastically consenting adults?
He helps shimmy you out of your little shorts and his tongue massages yours, dropping your panties to the floor before he props you up on the cool marble. "Need a fuckin' taste, petal." He grunts, sinking to his knees and diving in with gentle, teasing flicks of his tongue.
You're so worked up already, it's nearly embarrassing but he doesn't comment. In fact, he doesn't say anything. Instead he just moans at the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, your hips grinding against his hungry mouth as he licks and slurps like a man starved.
"Just like that, daddy. Oh fuck!" You whine, your back arching and your head thrown back but you're so glad you look down in time to catch the sight of his greying beard, slick with your arousal as he takes a breath before going right back to licking and sucking between your legs.
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Here's my entry for Day 3 of Horizon Base Jams! I chose Beta :)
I don't have nearly as much to say about this one as I had the first day's, but, once again, I will go over it under the cut!
Bitter Choco Decoration and Oh No! refer to Beta's life with Far Zenith, having to keep her head down and comply in order to please her "benefactors," while still believing she was meant to fix GAIA. Vandalize and Poison refer more specifically to Tilda's abandonment.
Rät and the Outsider represent Far Zenith reaching Earth, only for Beta to witness their cruelty and break the illusion, realizing that her "benefactors" didn't really intend for her to fix the system at all. This is how I learn to say no reflects her decision to betray them.
Waving through a window represents Beta's feelings of inadequacy and solitude even after joining the GAIA gang, as well as the lasting effects of the trauma Far Zenith inflicted on her and her desire to belong.
Fish in a Birdcage is about Beta coming to trust Aloy with her life, even if she still doesn't feel ready to brave the outside world. And finally, The Last of the Real Ones is, again, about her relationship with Aloy, as a fellow Sobeck clone, and her admiration for her :')
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