#pump gab

[lila-lou]

✨ I‘m yours ✨

Summary: After you pissed off your Boyfriend, you have to endure the consequences.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Language, smut etc.

Word Count: 1102

A/N: It’s my first one. English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

„Ben…please”. Your voice cracked. You couldn't think clearly or form a rational sentence. Your legs now felt like pudding, your stomach ached and cramped.

"Say it". Ben's voice was far too calm, more than unusual for him considering how much you were getting on his nerves. „Ben…“, you whined and gabbed his hair. Your face felt hot and your hole body seemed to be on fire. His Eyes were glued on your pretty face.

„Fucking say it!”, he now raised his voice. Ben’s lips pressed against the inside of your left thigh while his huge hand gripped your right one.

As you began to squirm, he applied more pressure with his right hand, which was flat on your bare stomach, locking you in place. "Stop moving and finally say it!". By now his voice was just a growl and it made your heart flutter. 

During the opening ceremony of the new Vought Tower and the new Seven Team - both led by Soldier Boy - tonight, you had made the mistake of laughing too loudly at A-Train's jokes. That was all. You told Ben several times, that you had absolutely no interest in A-Train and that you simply shared his humor, but he was pissed. Fucking pissed, so you lay with legs spread on his brand-new, covered in silk blankets bed, on the top floor of the tower for about two hours now. Unfortunately, you were far too stubborn to give in, especially because you thought Ben was exaggerating again.

His lips moved to your clit, snapping you out of your thoughts. As he started sucking on your bundle of nerves, you could feel everything inside you tightening for the seventh time tonight. A few tears leaked from the corners of your eyes as your abs made themselves known again.

Your fingers pulled hard on his hair as you came again. Hard. Like many times before. You never thought that an orgasm could be a punishment, a torture, until now. Ben tongue fucked you through your orgasmic waves and didn't let go. Your pussy was so sensitive now, that you twitched violently with each of his licks. “Please…stop…please!”. Your voice was as exhausted as your body. “I… I’m sorry”, you hissed through gritted teeth.


Ben’s eyes never left your face and he could see the line between pleasure and pain slowly being crossed. With a final, wet kiss on the inside of your thigh, he let go of you and lifted his head. “That’s not good enough, sweetheart”, he growled, kissing your stomach, your breasts up to your neck.

“You acted like a little slut. Tinkled with your sparkling eyes. You gotta learn where you fucking belong to!”. You screamed softly as Ben bit your neck harder than you would have liked.

“I’m yours”, you whined, still shaking beneath him. Unfortunately, Ben's weight on your body didn't help you at all as you tried to caught your breath after your recent orgasm.

As if he could read your mind, he sat up and unbuckled his belt. It only took seconds for the rest of his supe suit to fly into the next corner.

“Say it again”, he growled as he gave himself a few pumps and focused his gaze on your naked body. He could see the red marks of his hands on your thighs, making his cock twitch instantly. 

“I belong to you! I´m yours Ben”. Your voice trembled.

With that he lined himself up with your entrance. “That’s damn right”, he groaned as he pushed himself into you with one hard thrust, making you scream. When he bottomed up, he stayed still for a few seconds, studying your face. Your eyes were narrowed, your lips slightly parted. Ben paused, not only so you could adjust, but also to stop him from cumming just in time.

“Still so tight, baby”, he praised, cupping your face and running his thumb over your swollen and parted lips. Your breathing became ragged and your heart raced as you tried your best to adjust to his hard length that was completely filling you. It wasn´t your first time for sure, but every time it felt like the first.


“Look at you, doll. All shaking and messed up”, he grinned down at you while supporting himself with both arms next to your head.

Your eyes could no longer focus properly when you slowly opened them. Your vision was blurry by now, probably due to your exhaustion and tiredness. 

"Still with me?", he chuckled and stroked your heated cheeks.

You inhaled sharply, a desperate attempt to get some oxygen into your brain. “Yes”, you whispered.

That was enough for Ben to finally move. He withdrew completely and then sank back into you with one firm thrust.

„Fuuck”, he shuddered. With each of his thrusts, you slipped further back on the mattress. Sure, you loved Ben being rough with you, but tonight it was all too much. Your nails dug into his underarms, desperately trying to steady yourself as he pounded into you. After a while, Ben could sense your discomfort and rolled his eyes in slight annoyance. He knew you were close to passing out on him again, so he slowed down a bit. Sometimes it annoyed him that you were this fragile little human, but at the same time he loved it. He loved you, even if he couldn't say it yet.

He loosened his previously tight grip on your hips and let a hand move to your clit.

“Just give me one more”, he murmured, looking between the two of you and how he disappeared into your wet heat. With his fingers spread on your stomach whilst he ran his thumb on your clit in circles. A few minutes passed before you came again. If Ben were human, his wrists would surely bleed as you sank your nails deeper into his skin. His name rolled from your lips over and over again in a moan while your pussy clenching around him. With a low groan he came, spilling his hot cum deep inside you.

As you lay beneath him, breathing heavily and trembling, Ben lingered inside you for a while, simply enjoying your warmth and the scene in front of him.

“What a sight”, he murmured, a big ass grin on his face.

“Mhmm”.

You couldn’t say anything else, you were too exhausted. Your hand found its way to your slightly sweaty forehead while your eyes were still closed.

“I hope you know your fucking place now, sweetheart“, he leaned down and kissed your nose before he pulled out of you and got up from the bed.

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->Exhausted (Part 3) 18+ only!

#soldier boy #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x female reader #jensen ackles #the boys #smut #spn

[swayziiwriter]

Destruction | Kylian Mbappé

summary: kylian absolutely destroying your body in the best possible ways.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

It was quiet all throughout the home of you and Kylian. Our heavy breathing filling the void of silence as our hot naked bodies laid under the cold covers.

Kylian continued to slide under the covers disappearing between the sheets towards your aching core, you felt Kylian's fingers tapping all over your stomach and hips until he reached your dripping pussy.

"So wet, all for me" you heard Kylian say as he dipped his face into your pussy, without any warning as you couldn't see him under the sheets.

"Shit Kylian" you moaned out as Kylian started to suck on your clit before darting his tongue in and out of your core.

He continued eating you as he found his pace, it was fast and hard. He was bringing you close to your first climax of the night as you reached your hands under the sheets searching for his body, needing to feel him as he ate you out.

"Kylian I'm so close" you breathed out edging closer to your high as Kylian never stopped his movements. Kylian moaned into your core sending vibrations all throughout your body, your body felt like it was on fire, his tongue moved inside you hitting all the right places, curving at the perfect angles leaving you chanting his name begging for a release.

Kylian abruptly left your core as you let out a whine at the loss of contact and pleasure. "Want to cum?" he asked, moving the covers off his face so he could look at you. "Yes, yes" you whined out, moving your hand down to his neck trying to push him down to continue your cloud nine.

"Beg for it" he smirked, teasing you brought Kylian a joy like no other, having you begging under him, helpless and needy for his dick.

"Please let me cum Kylian, I need to cum" you replied with no shame, your need for a release was stronger than any desire to be composed in a situation like this. "Cum all over my mouth" Kylian said dipping back into your throbbing pussy, he continued at a fast pace leaving no time for you to take it in.

You felt hazy as Kylian once again hit your g-spot, your hips buckled before Kylan grabbed them keeping them in place as you neared your climax. Kylian sucked on your bud hard, that brought you over the edge leaving you cumming all over his mouth as he licked all your juices up greedily.

You moaned out his name as you came down from your high, Kylian's warm hand inched up your body sliding up to your breasts gabbing them in his hands as he slid up from the covers towards your chest.

Kylian then left open mouthed kisses all over your chest, mumbling dirty words as he did so. You let out a sigh before lifting Kylian from your chest bringing his face up to yours, you brought your lips to his in a fiery kiss. Kylian lifted himself to be over you, his lips never leaving yours as you continued to kiss him.

You tasted yourself on his tongue, it made your insides turn with excitement as you longed to taste his juices.

You slid your hand down to his cock, which was pressed up against his abdomen hard and leaking pre cum.

"fuck" Kylian lowly moaned out as you pumped his cock in your hands, his head fell against your shoulder as he let out a throaty moan.

You continued to pump him as you left kisses on his neck sucking on his sweet spot, earning a moan from Kylian that was music to your ears.

"Don't want to cum yet" Kylian moaned out knowing that if you stroked him anymore he wouldn't be able to contain himself. "fuck me Kylian" you moaned out as Kylian smiled to your requests. "All you had to was ask me mon amour" Kylian replied flipping you over to be on your chest.

"Ass in the air" Kylian demanded,

"I'm going to fuck you from behind"

Kylian continued, running a hand up and down your ass before giving it a harsh slap, leaving you moaning.

"You like that huh? such a slut for me y/n" Kylian groaned out, "all for you" you replied. You felt Kylan wrap his hands securely around your hips, lining himself up with your core.

He snapped his hips harshly into you his cock bottoming out in you almost immediately as your wet folds invited him in.

You moaned out as the headboard slammed against the wall, as Kylian began to mercilessly fuck your guts.

It felt as if he was rearranging your insides as he fucked you from behind harder then ever before, he was deep inside of you his cock hitting all the right angles as your face was buried into the sheets the pleasure leaving you unable to hold yourself up.

"Kyky" you moan, your voice breathless and weak from the pleasure. Kylian watched as his cock rammed in and out of your pussy, his handprints covered your ass, marking you as his.

Kylian grabbed your hips, fucking you harder. You can only scream, feeling your climax near you moaned out louder telling Kylan that you were close.

Your first orgasm washes over you hard and slow, loud moans spilled out of your mouth as your tight core spasmed all over his cock. Kylian didn't pull out, cumming inside of your sensitive pussy. Coating your walls with his thick hot load.

He slowly pulled out of you, watching the mix of your juices leak out of your pussy, dripping from his cock. He unconsciously moaned at the sight, needing to go again.

"All fours mon amour" he begged, his cock still hard and twitching.

You lean up, turning around to give him a long sloppy kiss. "Anything for you" you replied, pussy throbbing at the sight of Kylian's long, thick cock hard against his abdomen.

He smacked your ass, causing your body to jolt forward. You bite your lip waiting for him to enter you again. "Be a good girl and arch you back" Kylian whispered leaning down to you ear, giving the spot under it a kiss before lightly squeezing your neck.

You comply with his words as kylian praised you for it. Kylian lines his cock up with your entrance but doesn't slide in. "How bad do you need this cock y/n?" Kylian teases, you moan. Your pussy throbbing, begging to be fucked. "Need it so bad" you whimper, arching your back even more. "Good girl" he replies, thrusting into you faster than before.

 Your mind is a blur, your conscious slowly fading as you let Kylian do all the work, his cock working wonders in your pussy. You screamed out as Kylian pounded into you, he laughed at how loud you were being. The sound of skin harshly slapping against each other filling the room, like a sound made only for you two to hear, so raw, so passionate.

"I love this cock" you moaned out as Kylian gripped your ass harder slamming into you rapidly. It was your turn to tease Kylian,

"Kylian' you lowly moaned out recovering from screaming just seconds earlier. "Want to cum" you mocked his words earlier, "beg for it" you moaned out Kylian still fucking you into the mattress.

Kylian never missed a beat, still pounding in and out of your tight pussy "let me cum so deep inside this pussy that any man who fucks you after me will taste me anytime he tries to eat you out as good as I do" he grunted. You moaned to his words as his warm hand reached up to your neck, "I'm close" he moaned out.

You decided to move your hips back into his in a circular motion, that sent him over the edge moaning out your name, chanting it like a way to survive. "Fuck this pussy feels so good" Kylian continued to moan as he spilled his seed deep inside your core, triggering another release from your overwhelmed pussy.

You came shouting Kylan's name, telling him how good his cock felt buried inside of you, it was blur until the end of your high. Coming down from both your highs, Kylian stayed inside of you letting his cum drip from the small gap between his cock and your pussy.

Kylian pulled out with a low groan, flipping you to be on top of him as he leaned towards your face to give you a long kiss. He pulled away saying between heavy breaths "this pussy is so fucking good, he mumbled pecking your lips. "Never going anywhere"

"And you better not. This is my dick." You smirked, leaning down to lick his sweet spot before sucking on it, sure to leave a mark.

"Always baby" Kylian whispered, moving your head to be face to face with him. "Always" you softy replied leaning down to his lips capturing them against yours.

#Spotify #football #football smut #football imagine #kylian mbappe #football fanfic #france #mbappe psg #paris st germain #france football #kylian mbappé #smut stories #oneshot #kylian mbappé smut #footballer #kylian x reader #world cup #soccer #hotmen #football scenarios #mature reading

[chrollohearttags]

now why can I not stop thinking about erwin being a masseuse or just giving his lady a nice back rub with baby oil, candles..the works right? (😫 nsfw under the cut)

and we all know this man has the gift of gab so he’s constantly praising/worshipping your body, telling you how gorgeous you look slicked down in that oil. Spending a bit more time than he would like to admit covering those thick thighs and ass. He’s taking his time, gently kneading his fingers into your flesh and nibbling on your ear with kitten licks as he tells you all the things you need to hear. “My love..you feel so soft.” “Relax for me, sweetheart. I’ll take all of that tension right out of your body.” Which he does so by finger fucking you slowly once he reaches your bottom half. Frame laid out on display for his viewing..and touching pleasure. Delectable brown skin glazed in that silky liquid, legs slightly parted and bent at the knee and those dark hued nipples standing erect. As you whimper and moan, attempting to muffle those high pitched sounds, he’d merely chuckle and encourage you to release them. Knowing that his knuckles were crammed inside of that tight cunt; pumping and pressing on your rather sensitive bundle of nerves.. Erwin was a pro. Skilled at all he set forth to do but tonight, he was extra attentive. Placing extra care to ensure that this was an experience his beloved would never forget. Soon, you’d find yourself clawing vigorously at his forearm as he worked to bring you to an abrupt orgasm. Profusely chewing your lip to remain quiet but he assured you they were nothing more than motivation. “Ahh yes, my love. Tell me how good that feels for you. I love when you make those sounds for me.” That pretty pussy squelching and clasping all over his digits. Slathering them in your sheath of cream when they disappeared to the hilt; using both to bring your climax nearer and only intensifying it by giving your swollen clit a massage of its own as well. He can hear you sucking your teeth, whimpering and even shaking as he holds your body in place. He can feel how close you are..hell, it was quite possible he knew your body better than his own sometimes but he could easily feel all of your pressure points; what made you crack and what would inevitably make you come.

when you yelled out his name one last time; practically howling to the ceiling..Erwin made rapid pumps, working and coaxing out as much as he muster and when you couldn’t hold back much longer, he’d merely place a gentle peck to your temple and utter the words: “..come. Let it got for me.” And suddenly, you cave. Fold even for this man who had never disappointed you in any aspect, especially in the bedroom. It’s only when you drench his nearly dry towel that was set aside to wipe away any excess..but mopping up your sweet mess would do just fine! “You were wonderful. I hope you enjoyed yourself, my dear.” Knowing you’ll doing this over again, las long as he were the one taking care of you.

#cherry’s fics 🍒 #cherry chats 🍒 #aot x black reader #erwin x black reader #erwin smith x black reader #erwin smith x y/n #erwin smith #erwin smut #n/sfw text #n/s/f/w #implied n/sfw #snk erwin #shingeki no kyoujin erwin #commander erwin #aot erwin #attack on titan erwin #I’m so down bad for this man right now #black fem reader #black reader #black reader smut #erwin smith aot #aot modern au #pleasure dom #he would be so—hnghh!! I need him bad! #black fanfiction #erwin smith x reader #erwin x you #I’m like half asleep writing this so ignore any mistakes! #x black reader #black reader insert

[strengexhand]

Mein Name ist Jana und dies ist meine Geschichte.

Vor vier Jahren hatte ich einen Unfall und sitze seitdem im Rollstuhl.

Nur durch eisernen Willen schaffte ich es mich auf die neue Situation einzustellen und mich in mein altes Leben zurück zu kämpfen. Wohnung umbauen, neuen Job suchen, da der alte ohne laufen nicht möglich war.

Tja, mein Freund war weg, der konnte wohl mit dem Krüppel nichts mehr anfangen. Aber das war halt so und gehört wohl zu den kollateralen Schäden in solch einer Situation.

Ich hatte meine Selbstständigkeit, meinen Job und jetzt wollte ich wieder einen Mann.

Zum Glück lebte da noch was zwischen meinen Beinen und irgendwie kam mir der Gedanke, dass ich jemanden bräuchte, der sich um mich kümmert und nicht nur weil ich im Rollstuhl sitze.

Ich wollte jemand der nach meiner Pfeife tanzte, den ich scheuchen konnte, an dem ich meine Laune auslassen konnte, wenn ich mal wieder einen schlechten Tag hatte.

So ging ich auf die Suche und fand, dass es Männer gab, die sich einer Frau gerne unterwerfen würden. Konnte ich das? War es das, was ich wollte.

Naja warum nicht ausprobieren. Und so schrieb ich die ersten Männer an. Wie zu erwarten, bekam ich erstmal nur absagen.

Aber mit genug Geduld kam dann doch eine Antwort. Er hieß Eike und hatte eine sportliche Figur. Er schrieb, dass der Rollstuhl ja nur zu Äußerlichkeiten zählen würde. Und wenn sie damit schon allein zurecht kam, konnte es ja in einer Freundschaft, oder vielleicht mehr, nur besser werden. 

Er hatte schon lange den Wunsch von einer Frau beherrscht zu werden und bedingungslos zu gehorchen. Tabus konnte er auf anhieb nicht nennen, da er noch nie in solch einer Beziehung gelebt hat und es wahrscheinlich auch sehr auf die Situation ankam.

Die Art und weise wie er schrieb gefiel mir und ich dachte, dass es ein Versuch wert sein kann. Jetzt musste ich nur herausfinden, wie ich als Frau mit einem devoten Mann umging.

Oh je, da gab es aber viel im Internet und was war davon wahr und was kam nur aus dem Kopfkino von Männern? 😊 Also mit offenen Karten spielen und ich schrieb ihm, dass ich mich sehr gerne mit ihm treffen würde, aber selbst keine Erfahrung darin hätte und er damit klar kommen müsste, dass ich mich ausprobieren würde und dass das ein oder andere dann auch mal schief gehen wird.

Das Wichtigste war erstmal selbstbewusstes Auftreten, der Rest würde sich ergeben.

Für das erste Treffen wählte ich einen Jeansrock, schwarze Strumpfhose, Pumps und eine bunte Bluse. Darin fühlte ich mich hübsch, aber vor allem wohl.

Dann ging es auf zum Restaurant. Ich hatte es ausgewählt, da man mich kannte und es für Rollstuhlfahrer kein Problem war dort reinzukommen und sogar auf die Toilette zu können.

Eike kam in schwarzer Jeans und weißen Hemd und machte direkt auf den ersten Blick eine gute Figur. Er begrüßte mich mit einem Handkuss und einer knappen Verbeugung.

Es wurde ein total schöner Abend. Von Anfang an waren wir im Gespräch. Ohne unangenehme Pause und ich konnte mich komplett entspannen.

Es wurde spät und zum Abschied gab er mir erneut einen Handkuss und sagte, dass er mich gerne wieder sehen möchte. Dass ich mich nur melden bräuchte.

Ich rollte mit Schmetterlingen im Bauch nach Hause und als ich im Bett lag und ich an Eike und en Abend dachte, rutschte meine Hand wie von Zauberhand zwischen meine Beine. Ich kam heftig, wie schon lange nicht mehr.

Am nächsten Tag nach der Arbeit saß ich zuhause und dachte, es war so schön. Wenn es klappen soll, dann sollte ich jetzt aufs Ganze gehen und testen, ob er auch meint, was er sagt.

Also schrieb ich ihm.

„Wenn du den Abend gestern auch so schön fandest und wirklich meinst, was du sagst. Dann erwarte ich dich am Samstag um 18:00 bei mir. Du wirst dann hier für uns kochen und eine Flasche Wein mitbringen. Sei bitte ehrlich, falls ich dich nicht richtig einschätze und zögere nichts unnötig hinaus. Rezept und Adresse bekommst du nach zusage.“

Ich atmete tief durch und drückte auf Senden. Ein Harken, zwei Harken, blaue Harken. Er schreibt.

Es erscheint „Dein Wunsch ist mir Befehl“

Mein Herz überschlug sich und ich schickte ihm Ein leckere Rezept und meine Adresse und konnte den Samstag nicht erwarten.

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1014

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: Sorry it's been so long. Feel free to kick my butt ❤

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Ten

The vibration of the plane reverberated throughout her head. They say a long flight was good for thinking and although their time in the sky wasn’t the longest, she had ever spent up here. It had given her too much time to think.

 

In times like these Gabby liked to keep busy. Insanely busy. Too busy to think about the pain and the grief and the why. Too busy to blame herself for everything but instead she was stuck in a giant tin can with a body lying next to her.

 

She would have done it. She would have taken him out but in the moment when Gunner was in front of her. All she could think about was Sebastian and how he would beg her not too. It wasn’t a lack of commitment, and it certainly wasn’t a lack of hatred.

 

When it came to hatred and anger, people were either fire or ice. It was either over extremely fast or agonizingly slow.

 

Gabby was ice.

 

If she could have her time over. She would have taken everything from him, including his clothes and left him to the jungle and all the dangers that lived there.

 

Maybe that was the reason she froze.

 

She still hadn’t cried, and she didn’t feel like she was going too. She had too much to do. Although her To-Do list was long, she had wished the flight to Canada was longer. There was something about being still that felt right in the moment.

 

When they got to the cabin and fished the money over the boarder. Gabby wanted to crawl up in a ball and crawl under the covers. She wasn’t going to move for a fortnight. She called it exhaustion because she refused to call in grief

 

She wasn’t ready for that yet.

 

She reached over and held Will’s leg before leaning in closer to him

“Do we need to find transport when we landed?”

“Should be three vans waiting for us. Don’t worry”

“Still have to figure out how to get it over the boarder without too much attention”.

“Disguises” he joked

“Glasses and fake moustache?”

“Mullet wigs”

“Listen, if anyone is wearing ‘The Tina Tuner’ it’s me”

“I was thinking the ‘Jon Bon Jovi’ myself”

“Nice choice”

“Gabs, if you wanted to leave the rest to us. No one won’t think anything of it. You’ve done enough”.

“You trying to get rid of me, William?”

“Taking care of you”

“I’m with you guys till the job is done or until the wheels fall off”  she smiled sadly “I’m stronger then I look”

“No doubt about it”

He watched her think for a few seconds. Watching the clogs spinning before squeezed his leg

“I’ve changed my mind”

“Oh yeah?”

“I don’t want the ‘Tina Turner’. I want the ‘Jem’”

“Reeeealllyyy”

“I really wanted those pink pumps when I was a kid”

“We’ll just need to find a pink ‘Tina Turner’. Easy fixed”

“Who’s ‘Jem’?”

They both turned and stared a Benny shocked. He wasn’t that much younger than them but Gabby felt older in a split second

“Truly outrageous” Will shook his head before Gabby’s’ laughter flooded the plane, even over the noise of landing.

 

#

 

It wasn’t like they had forgotten about the dead body bleeding out in the cargo area. Gunner had been right there the whole time but with the money was gone and nothing was left but his body on the floor.

 He was kinda hard to ignore

“Wish I had something to tie him to Rojas or at least something drug related”

“I’m sure there some drug residue somewhere on this thing” Pope told her magically appearing beside her “Who knows where Gunner got this thing from. Plus he’ll be on some watch list now the cops are after him”

“Just would be nice to tie this thing up in a big bow that’s all and get the heat off you”

“We’re almost there”

 “Baby?” Frankie questioned walking into the back of the plane “Was this you?”

“Was what, me?”

He handed her a leather organizer jam packed with papers. She stared at it confused as she went through it all. It was invoices and hand written budgets. Contracts, bank statements and job advertisements for chefs and wait staff.

“Is that a blueprint?” Pope asked gently taking it from the stack

“Seb made us a paper trail incase we get into trouble”

“He was always thorough” Frankie said quietly

She zipped the organizer up “Who’s in the first van?”

“We are” Frankie smiled at her “You’re the only one who knows the address”

“Head to the Saint Louis Moonstone Ski resort in Ontario and I’ll lead you the rest of the way”

Pope walked off the plane first leaving Frankie and Gabby alone. She didn’t realize but she hugged the organizer as she stared down at Gunner.

She had seen dead bodies before but it was the first time she had wanted to kick a dead body. She wanted to kick the crap out of it, she didn’t know why. Gunner was well beyond feeling anything. Maybe the kicking was for her benefit.

The heavy feeling on her chest, the one she had since talking in broken Spanish to the police. The weight she had felt, it was only getting heavier.

“I should have never gotten you involved” Frankie told her softly “This would have never have happened”

“Frankie” she chuckled sadly “You should have never stolen a plane and flown it over the Congo but you did. Life is full of should haves, would haves and could haves. It’s the ones you choice to focus on that matter”

“Gab”

“Losing Seb. It sucks” she laughed again because the words were too small for what she was feeling, it was comical “I would have never forgiven myself if I didn’t go when you needed me. If I lost you. If Rojas finds you. THAT. I would not survive”

“I love you too”

“I’m driving”

“Yes, dear” he laughed

He followed her off the plane and they both never looked back

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #triple frontier #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #ben miller #pedro pascal #charlie hunnam #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund

[secretivemessenger]

69ing with Soft Dom!Tatsuya Himuro (kuroko no basket) for that event, please :))

Bad ( Good ) Idea

Top tatsuya x male reader

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Blowjobs! Spit(very little)! Hand job! Rimming! Deep throat! Cum eating! Not really sex! Short!

Note: I totally ignored the soft part , don’t mind me 😗😗 , also a bit rushed sooo

100+ Event

How did it end up like this , that is a question you ask yourself quite often , every time tatsuya is horny you don’t have normal sex , he just comes out of nowhere with a horrible idea

No matter how many times you tried to turn him down he always manage to get you to approve his ideas

And today is no difference , tatsuya was training for few days and was left without sex , so once he was free you were the only one on his mind

And as usual you found him knocking at your door so you let him in , once the doors were closed the fun night started

“This is your great idea , seriously” you said looking at him with a dumbfounded look , tatsuya laid down on your bed completely naked with his cock rock hard “yes now get on” he said in a monotone voice like this is normal or something

And thats how you found yourself facing his cock with your butt facing tatsuya , “come on now get to work” he said which made you glare back at him before turning back around , you spited on your hand

Then You took a hold of His cock as it began to throbbing against your saliva coated hand , you started by moving your hand up and down slowly until your pumping it at a fast pace , you took a deep breath and opened your mouth

You finally took the twitching tip on your mouth , starting by simple licks to sucking hard on it , moving your face you took more of him in your mouth slowly but surely

Once your halfway you started to feel yourself gag a bit , his cock not even all the way inside , you winced looking back at him , you saw him looking back right at you not making any move

Suddenly you felt a hand touch your butt making you look back at him again , you didn’t get the chance to be surprised before you felt his tongue brush against your hole , your eyes widened as you pulled back “you idiot what are you doing its dirty” you shouted at him but it soon turned into screams if pleasure

You can feel his wet tongue inside you , your body can’t help but start shaking , this is the first time you’ve ever felt something like this , you gasped when one of his hands went to your cock jerking it off as pre cum seemed to be leaking endlessly

“Ahg… NOo Wai” you tried to speak proper words but nothing seems to be coming out , your body too overwhelmed with pleasure you totally forgot about the cock thats infront of you , but you were reminded when his other hand reached to your head pushing you near his cock

Your mouth almost drooling , your gulped down your saliva before closing the gab and taking the cock back in your mouth , you can feel every part of your body being overstimulated by him and you love it

You don’t know how you did it , you were somehow too distracted to notice your mouth thats now stuffed full with the veiny cock , once your back to reality you started gagging on tatsuya’s cock , you can feel his pre cum down your throat 

You moaned out with his cock still deep inside your mouth sending vibrations through tatsuya’s entire body , he groaned before moving his tongue faster pulling it out then plunging in fucking you with his tongue

His hands moved faster pumping your cock like there’s no tomorrow , his tongue not letting you rest either , and your sore mouth let out nothing but muffled moans

You feel like your ready to cum at any moment , your body experiencing pleasure from every spot , you pushed your body against his face getting him deeper inside you , tears threatening to fall out of your eyes

And with just tatsuya’s tongue brushing against your prostate you squirted all over his hands covering it in white , your eyes rolling back as you fell on top of him your body having given up on you

You completely forgot about the cock thats still inside your mouth ready to sleep off when tatsuya thrusts his hips making you groan at him “you had your fun now it’s my turn” finally regaining your conciseness you glared at him before turning you attention back infront of you

You moved your head up and down slowly , going to the tip and circling your tongue around it before going back down , your hand massaging what your mouth won’t reach

Bobbing your head on his cock thats already throbbing ready to burst at any second because of the deep throat it had to go through , you finally gave some attention to his balls fiddling and playing with them

Thanks to the things you did together you know him very well , you know which spot his likes to be played at the most , as your head began to move faster now that your used to him

With some thrusts of his hips , you felt your throat being filled with his cum , the salty yet sweet taste against your tongue you pulled out before gulping the liquid down your throat some of it falls out of your mouth

“See that wasn’t that bad now was it”

#male reader smut #x male reader #bottom male reader #smut #anon reply #100 event #kuroko no basquet #himuro tatsuya #himuro x male reader #kuroko no basuke x reader #tatsuya x male reader

[all-or-nothing-baby]

ANGÉLIQUE

Nabrielise, 1668 words, Polyamory, Implied/Referenced Childhood Sexual Abuse, Gabriel Boutin has PTSD, Flashbacks, Gabriel Boutin Needs A Hug, Gabriel is In Love, Kissing It Better, Post-Season/Series 01, Getting Together, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pre-slash, References to Drugs, POV Gabriel.

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Cyan fingers play ghostly along bright, beautifully brown collarbone mountains.

Un amour entaché.

Tainted Love, indeed.

Gabriel's face remains a book of blank pages, his default setting—a trillion miles away from the bloody battles that are raging constantly between his mind and his heart.

He's always been one to play defence. Especially with himself.

Only nineteen and already a ghost.

…well, almost.

Darkwave trance music pumps softly from somebody's bluetooth speaker—much softer than the current thump of Gabriel's industrial techno heartbeat. Nathan, the reason, now pushes upwards from where long forearms support his longer body, those big plush lips halting a mere millimetre away from Gabriel's. Gabriel stills his touch, forever-bleu fingertips buried in a perfect clavicle valley. He watches the boy's pulse ticking away under that smooth brown skin for a moment longer before allowing their eyes to meet—and do so much more than just shake hands.

Stay.

"What's this song called? Do you know it?" Nathan's mouth moves against Gabriel's as he speaks, then he's nodding his head in question towards the sounds of pulsating synth beats and low-sung neo-goth French words unknown to him.

Stay with me.

Gabriel swallows his urgency if not his want and licks his—and consequently Nathan's—lips, before taking a breath and answering, "Angélique," on the exhale.

Nathan peers out from underneath feathery raven lashes.

Stay, always.

Gabriel has become a walking/talking contradiction of himself.

Nathan's eyes flicker shut for a couple of his own now-also-racing heartbeats. Gabriel usually manages to tune out the sounds of others' life-force, or at least turn down the volume—never Nathan's though.

Or Annalise's, come to think of it.

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(read under the cut OR READ IT HERE ON AO3)

That thought digs beneath Gabriel's skin and makes a nest there, staining him just like his bloodborne alchemy. Marking him up. Tattooing him.

~Nathan&Annalise~

Nathan gently brushes just the very tip of his nose alongside the length of Gabriel's. Up and down, up and down. "So, does that mean, like…" and he mirrors now, licking his and Gabriel's lips, "...Angelic, or some shit?"

Or some shit. 

Gabriel pants out three, barely there Yeses. One for each of them.

Gabriel, Nathan, Annalise. 

Nathan smiles. "Like you. You're my guardian angel," he insists. "Mine and Annalise's." 

Fallen angel, more like. 

Stupidly, Gabriel lets himself be just that entirely fucking perfect for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Blinks and believes.

My darling angel, Gabriel.

Gabriel grits his teeth at the sudden mental intrusion. She can just fuck right off and out of his head, merci beaucoup. 

He then swallows thickly again. "No, Nathan." And he's so desperate to Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!  

He won't be the one to instigate though. Can't ever do that. Can't ever be that.

"You mustn't—don't think of me that way, mon cher. I'm not so… good."

Nathan fusses his gaze over every single one of Gabriel's features, with no rush to the action. Searches for a lie. He doesn't find one. He doesn't relent either, though, and now gifts Gabriel with, "You won't convince me you're anything other than a decent bloke, you know."

"Decent?" Gabriel scoffs, deflecting by looking down at his state of undress, "Dans mes sous-vêtements." Nathan's face scrunches up adorably. Gabriel sighs affectionately and smiles wryly. "I am wearing only my knickers." A nod to Annalise. 

Nathan smiles some more, his face splitting with the size and force of it and Gabriel thinks he'd kill for this boy. Then Nathan tuts, just as affectionate. "You know what I mean, Gabs."

Gabriel inwardly preens at the moniker. Plenty have used the nickname before, but never has it ever sounded the way it does tripping off of Nathan Byrn's lips. Makes Gabriel think he's the one tripping, every time he hears it.

You're smitten. 

Gabriel tries to ignore the oh-so familiar shrill-pitched voice in his mind as Nathan tilts his gorgeous head. "I don't care what you say, anyway. You're an angel if I say you are. With your pretty eyes and your crazy white hair."

White hair. 

Gabriel blinks, too much.

You must tell me… 

His mask falters. It's only a split-second—too quick for most people to notice. Unfortunately in this instance though, Nathan is not most people.

"Hey, hey, what is it? What did I say?" Nathan's eyes are blown wide and his hands instantly attach themselves to Gabriel's biceps like they've found their way home; an anchor to Gabriel's wayward ship, mooring him from the coming high-tide.

"I don't—it's nothing.“

But Nathan never knows when to leave well alone. "Bollocks, it's nothing. Where did you just go off to?" 

…Is it love?

"I…"

No, no, no. 

Her. 

"Nathan, I—"

M E R C U R Y

And Gabriel is gone, fucked up, spiralling dangerously in a way he's managed to avoid for the longest time. 

Bony fingers—too big, too knowing—sliding up the warmth of his inside thighs, to get inside of him, to tug on his will, his shame, his goodness, latching onto his very sense of self.

She'd whisper, so loudly, "Let me in, my dove. Let me in and I will give you the whole world, my sweet, sweet boy. All you could ever want and need or know or be. All for you. All for me." 

He never knew why she bothered to ask.

And he fought, tooth and nail, that dove. Every time. He pushed and kicked and scratched and flapped his little wings. Didn't matter though. None of it did. She could take whatever she wanted. All of it. All of him. Always. And she did. She took everything from that frightened little bird, that little boy, until he had no fight left in him. Would just lay back and let it happen. The Witch Mercury: his teacher; his pseudo-mother; his lover. She took away his blonde curls and his deserved innocence and left him as bitter and cold as the driven snow.

Forever Winter. 

"Gabriel?"

You. Are. Mine.

…almost. 

Gabriel notes vaguely that Nathan's hands are no longer gripping the tops of his arms but have found their way to holding his face—no longer a mask or even a face, really, but something else. His features, ruptured now, Gabriel is a great big hole ripped right open. A gaping rift with all of his pain and guilt and humiliation spilling right out, gushing, brimming, overflowing and threatening to drown him.

He can't breathe.

"Gabriel, tell me what's happening!" 

Thumbs are swiping furiously at the thawing ice that's melting from the corners of Gabriel's sad eyes.

He's crying. Having a panic attack. 

Nathan is panic-stricken, too. 

Nathan. 

Nathan!

Not an anchor, but a lifeline. 

"Kiss me." Gabriel—even with no breath in his lungs—almost shouts it, fists now balling up and white-knuckled in Nathan's shirt. 

Nathan finches like he wasn't actually expecting a response. "What? No! Tell me what's wrong!" 

"Nathan, please. Please!" and now he is shouting. 

Maybe it's the begging itself or maybe it's just the way Gabriel's voice has a hundred hairline cracks in it, like more thawing ice, but Nathan, he seems to hear it. Somehow through the haze of Gabriel's hysteria and self-hatred Nathan hears exactly what this broken boy needs.

The role-reversal. The control.

Gabriel needs to be needed. To be something good. 

Angèlique. 

"Kiss me."

So The Bastard Son kisses the Ruined Alchemist in a way neither have ever kissed another, and it's its own magic spell. A counterspell; one to break Mercury's wrong-doing. A conjuring to set Gabriel free and he's there, he's so there, all in, in deep, deeply in love, and the Devil himself couldn't stop this now— 

But Annalise can.

They're all but devouring each other when she walks into the room and stops dead, mouth open in a quiet gasp. So, so, quiet. But Gabriel, he hears it. And it's deafening.

Gabriel is every single Evil he's been trying to run from his entire fucking life. If he's ruined this… If he… it's not even as if he and Nathan have been trying to hide this, the thing that has gripped them both, this thing that's binding them, it's just… 

It's just—

"Annalise, we—" Nathan begins, but Annalise ends it in one word. 

"Us." She corrects. 

And that word. That one, small word is unbelievably—incredibly, amazingly—all it takes. 

Then they are magnets, he and Nathan, their combined energies pulling Annalise into them. Or she is the magnet. Or they all are? It's not important, Gabriel realises, because there's only one thing that matters now. 

Us. 

Annalise O'Brien and Nathan Byrn—Gabriel's family—are here, bracing him and embracing him with all of themselves. With all of their selfless love.

Annalise, with her boldness and insecurities and raw beauty and stubbornness and fierce grace, climbs up onto the bed and takes residence, curling into Gabriel's other side. A mirror to Nathan. 

And they're healing him.  

Nathan takes one of Anna's hands and links their fingers, squeezing. So sure. Smiling. Alive. 

Annalise smiles back and leans forwards to kiss him, also sure. All warmth and sugar and spice. 

Jesus, they are everything.

Us. 

Then they're both laying Gabriel down with their hands and eyes, loving him better. Better than he is, better than he deserves.

Nathan can surely read minds. "Stop thinking you don't deserve this," he says and smiles, le soleil du matin—the morning sun.

Us.  

Annalise, la lune dans le ciel nocturne—the moon in the night sky, hums, "Silly goose," at Gabriel, then she and Nathan are kissing each other again.

Then they're kissing Gabriel, on his arms and his chest and his neck and his chin and his cheeks and his mouth and Gabriel can finally breathe. 

"Us," he agrees, his tears drying up. 

And laying in a bed in a hostel somewhere in Berlin with a boy and a girl who both love him, Gabriel Boutin—guardian angel, Angélique or not—is saved.

(a nabrielise WIP—pls let me know in the comments if you'd like adding to the finished work's taglist!)

#oh lordy i love them sm #witchy polycule my beloved <3 #nabrielise #nabrielise fic #nabriel #anabriel #anathan #??! #the bastard son and the devil himself #the bastard son & the devil himself #tbsatdh #tbsatdh fic #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #wips #writing wips #aonb wips #aonb writes #all-or-nothing-baby #nathan byrn #gabriel boutin #annalise o'brien #queer #queer fic #polyamory #poly ship #half bad #half bad fandom

[ryuttaeng]

Heyy can I request prompt 77 with ryujin x yeji? Smut

pairing: ryujin x yeji

summary: ryujin liked something about cooking with her girlfriend on christmas eve.

contents/warnings: smut, minors dni. fingering, praising, pet names, fluff, please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such themes!

genres: smut, fluff

“no, hold up, we need cookie frosting now.”

“ahh, wouldn’t our cookies look and taste good without it?”

yeji heard ryujin complaining in response. “ryu, cookie frosting is required, it’s written in recipe.” older girl said, looking at ryujin pouting at her explanation.

sighing, ryujin took piping bag pretending to decorate her cookies, but instead came up with the idea. “oh, jagiya, you have something on your lips!” ryujin said, making yeji touch her lips. “no, not here. lemme help you…” ryujin said, leaning forward.

yeji felt ryujin’s lips on hers ‘helping’ her. older girl hummed, as she felt hands on her waist. breaking the kiss, ryujin looked at yeji’s lips before she spoke. “you know, this christmas cookie frosting would taste a hundred times better on you.”

“and how we moved from- from making cookies to this?”

“less gab and more action, honey.”

ryujin’s hands creeped under yeji’s sweater, caressing her body, while older girl tried to hold back her moans. ryujin’s lips went lower, leaving trail of kisses from her neck and lower. “you’re really gonna do this on the kitchen counter?” yeji said, trying to move away from her girlfriend, but she won’t let her. “why not? you look good like this.” ryujin replied, making yeji whine.

yeji closed her eyes when ryujin slided a finger down her slit, teasing you and spreading your wetness, making yeji gasp. “we can continue backing,” ryujin spoke in a low voice, rubbing her thumb over yeji’s clit. “but before that,” she started speeding up her movements, smirking, as older girl’s moans began pouring out of her mouth. “i want to see my beautiful girlfriend melting under my touch.”

pumping her fingers in and out, curling in just the right places when ryujin connected her lips with yeji’s, kisses turning sloppy, making yeji let out louder moans. ryujin got harsher in her thrusts as she already felt yeji clench down on her fingers.

it didn’t take long for yeji to cum, a few more pumps and she melted in her hands, it felt like she’s gonna fall now as ryujin pulled her fingers out and put her fingers into her mouth to make you clean them. ryujin leaned over to kiss yeji gently and letting her catch her breathe in silence for a moment.

“but can we don’t add cookie frosting?”

“no, ryujin, it’s written in recipe…”

#itzy #itzy imagines #itzy oneshot #kpop imagines #kpop oneshots #itzy ryujin #itzy smut #itzy yeji #ryujin x yeji #yeji x ryujin #ryujin smut #yeji smut

[obey-me-headquarters]

Ok, so I can't remember who posted the original post this is based on, but I remember a fic/post were Lucifer has this magical tentacle box, were every time he opens it a bunch of tentacles spourt out and fucks him?

He magical wards the door so none of his brothers can get inside of his room, but you know who canonical can pass through Lucifer's wards?? Us.

So imagine, after a long day of dealing with his brothers and council work, Lucifer comes home and immediately heads to his room. Placing the wards up he's quick to shed off his clothing and take out the box.

Opening the lid, a familiar flog rolls out of the box as tentacles begin pouring out. Taking the box towards his enormous bed, he places it at the foot of the bed while he makes himself comfortable at the headboard.

It doesn't take long before tentacles begin tracing his body. Exploring his body like they done countless times before. Wrapping themselves around his cock, Lucifer let's out a breathy moan. Lucifer sees no shame in begging the tentacles for more, seeing as they can't actually hear him.

"Fu-fuck! Please, please fuck me already. I need it."

Finally, after what feels like eons to Lucifer, the tentacles circle his hole and press inward. A loud screech echos throughout his room as the tentacles immediately move at a punishing pace. Not giving him a lick of mercy as they pound harshly into his prostrate.

The room is soundproof, so none of his brothers can hear what's going in inside of his room. Like the attic though, you're able to hear.

Stepping inside of the house of Lamentation you're meet with the sound of....Groaning? You think for a spilt second that the house is haunted. Tip toeing down the hallway, the moaning gets louder and louder as you get closer to Lucifer's door, and the idea that the house is haunted is quickly disproven.

Pressing your ear against the door you hear signature Pathetic Lucifer(tm) sounds as well, a slooping sound? Confused and curious, you quietly open the door and sneak inside.

You think you're dreaming the second you lay eyes on Lucifer. He's pressed against the headboard, red tentacles wrapping around his arms and holding him down. A few of them are pumping his cock fiercely, while others are pounding into his hole.

Rubbing your eyes, you confirm that this is not a dream. Smirking you lean against Lucifer's desk, content to take in the sights before Lucifer spots you.

It takes a while for him to realize you're even there. Too preoccupied by getting his dick and hole abused by tentacles to look around. Clearing your throat Lucifer's head snaps up and he locks eyes with you.

"M-Mc! What- ah - what are you doing here?!" He cries out, cutting his words off with a moan as a practically harsh tentacle gabs his prostrate.

"Oh you know. Chilling. Checking on your paperwork." You say casually, thumbing through the pile of documents on Lucifer's desk.

Lucifer goes to say something else, but his words die in his throat as the tentacles pick him up and manhandle him.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just continue what you're doing." You wave off.

Lucifer moans as the tentacles spread his legs towards you, like they're trying to show off. He knows that they're not sentient enough to have its own thoughts and feelings, just know how to pleasure someone, but some times he thinks it's able to read minds and chose the most devious thing to do. Hence the displaying.

Turning around at the moan, you feel the air being knocked out of your chest as you look at Lucifer. Hair tossed, face flushed, and a dick so hard and drooling it looks like it physically hurts. You can't help yourself, you charge forward and capture his lips with a kiss.

Lucifer moans against you. Pulling back you take one look of his fucked out face before diving back in. Biting and sucking on his neck you create the most beautiful of hickeys.

Your hands wander to the one place the tentacles aren't touching, his nipples. You give them a firm tug, earning you a gasp. To make up for it you rub sweet circles into his nipples, grinning as Lucifer melts against your touch.

Shifting backwards, you take a good look at the tentacles.

"Do they have suckers?" You ask.

Lucifer shakes his head, not trusting his voice. Humming you grap a tentacles, it's smooth and slightly wet, not unlike a tongue.

Shifting off the bed Lucifer cries after you, moving towards you as much as the tentacles allow him to. Giggling you pat his head, reinsuring him before making your way to the box.

The tentacles more out of the way as you examine it. You're not totally fluent in ancient Demonic, but thanks to Satan, you got the basics down.

"Hey Luci! Apparently there's an enchantment to change the feel of the tentacles!"

Lucifer groans in response, and you take that as permission to continue. Clearing your throat, you speak the ancient Demonic words and hope that you're pronouncing them correctly.

When you finish you watch in awe as the tentacles begin to change. With a glimmer the tentacles grow small appendages, tendrils, and suckers. Lucifer moans at the sensation, the tiny tendrils rubing against his slit and overwhelming him completely. While the tentacles in his ass grow even larger.

"There's a sucker!" You exclaim, picking up a tentacle and moving it towards his chest. For some reason the tentacles have no problem with you moving them, even as they hold Lucifer down.

Pressing the sucker against his nipples, Lucifer immediately cries out. Back straightening, Lucifer falls against you. Catching him you rub his back soothingly before he shots cum all over your lap.

You work Lucifer through his orgasm, rubbing his back and peppering his face in kisses. Panting, Lucifer comes down from his high, only to squirm when he realizes the tentacles hasn't stopped.

"T-too much." He pants out, writhing against you. Grinning you push Lucifer back against the bed. Hovering ontop of him you give him your best Sadastic Smile, earning a shiver from him.

"Come on Luci, you can take a bit more can't you? I mean, it was you who rushed home so you could get dicked down by a tentacle box."

Lucifer groans at your words, already knowing that he's going to be in for a long night. 

#the content drought is over i have new stuff!! #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me dom!reader #tentacles #overstim #overstimulation #my post #tbp masterlist

[logi1974]

Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 2

Herrschaften und Oukies!

Mit einer Stunde Verspätung landeten wir heute Morgen auf dem Airport von Windhoek.

Unser Assistententeam bestand sage und schreibe aus 12 Personen und wartete schon auf uns, nahm uns in Empfang und durch den Diplomatenausgang ging es für uns zügig zum Gepäckband, dort gab es eine riesen Überraschung: das Gepäck war schon da.

Jeder wollte eine Tasche oder einen Wagen transportieren. Rucki-Zucki waren wir durch und ab ging es zum Schalter von Thriftys, die seit letzter Woche Sani heißen, um unseren Leihwagen zu übernehmen.

Nachdem wir den Wagen draußen, auf dem Parkplatz, ausfindig machen konnten, verfrachteten wir unser Gepäck hinten, im geräumigen Kofferraum.

Anschließend flitzte Micha noch einmal in den Flughafen um eine neue SIM-Karte zu kaufen und für Mama noch ein Bargeld zu tauschen.

Erster Stopp war unten an der Puma Tankstelle, an der B 6, am Trans Kalahari Highway. Leider ist da nur noch tote Hose. Die Regale sind leer und es gibt noch nicht einmal Wasser zu kaufen. Also, drehten wir um und fuhren noch einmal zur neuen Namcor Tankstelle, die auf dem Flughafen liegt.

Dort deckten wir uns erst einmal mit dem Nötigsten ein: Wasser & andere kühle Getränke, Knabbereien, Chips usw.

Da wir total früh dran sind, zu früh zum Einchecken in der Unterkunft, machen wir noch einen kleinen Abstecher zur Ortschaft Seeis.

Die kleine namibische Ortschaft Seeis ist etwa 15 Kilometer von Windhoek Hosea Kutako International Airport an der B 6 (Trans-Kalahari-Highway) nach Gobabis gelegen.

Rund 1,6 Kilometer südlich der B 6 liegt ein Friedhof mit gefallenen Soldaten der deutschen Schutztruppen von 1904. Der Friedhof besteht aus 39 Gräbern, einige davon ohne Namen.

1904, damit 20 Jahre nach der Flaggenhissung in Deutsch-Südwest, sind Befriedung und Erschließung so weit fortgeschritten, dass man nach schweren Anfangsjahren daran gehen konnte, höhere Ansprüche ans Leben zu stellen. Hinterher würde man zugeben müssen, dass 1904 zwar ganz normal begonnen hatte, doch dann hätte man hellhörig werden können.

Hereros zogen im Land herum, kauften Sättel, Decken und Lebensmittel. Natürlich alles auf Pump. Aus dem Umland von Gobabis wurden Viehdiebstähle „in frechster Weise“ gemeldet, aus Karibib Widersetzlichkeiten.

Am 12. Januar 1904 brach in Okahandja der offenbar seit langem geplante Aufstand der Hereros los. Er breitete sich unter der Führung von Samuel Maherero in wenigen Tagen über das gesamte Hererogebiet aus, um schon bald auf das Damaraland überzugreifen.

Alle befestigten Plätze wurden eingeschlossen, Bahn- und Telegrafenverbindungen unterbrochen, 123 Weiße, fast ausnahmslos Deutsche, grausam ermordet.

Der Meßgehilfe Max Hadelberg aus Ostpreußen, seit 1. Dezember 1903 im Gouvernementsdienst, wurde mit dem Meßgehilfen Mofenhauer zusammen Mitte Januar bei Seeis von Aufständischen ermordet. Ebenfalls der Streckenaufseher Rudolf Lehmann in Habis. Lehmann war von 1893 bis1895 bei der kaiserlichen Schutztruppe, ließ sich später als Ansiedler im Schutzgebiet nieder und war zuletzt bei der Eisenbahn angestellt.

Am 14. Februar 1904 marschiert die Ersten Kompanie unter Hauptmann Fischel um 6 Uhr in der Früh von Windhoek nach Gobabis ab. Sie hat den Auftrag, wenn nötig gegen aufständische Hereros vorzugehen. Hauptmann a.D. Hugo von François (der Bruder von Curt von François) reitet mit einer Patrouille voraus.

Die Kompanie Fischel war mit zwei Geschützen und einem Maschinengewehr dem Expeditionskorps unter Major von Glasenapp nach Windhoek vorausgeeilt, um von dort zu Fuß, nur mit notwendigstem Gepäck versehen, den Vormarsch nach Gobabis anzutreten. Dort sollten, nach einem Gerücht zufolge, ein Teil der Herero sich verschanzt haben.

Bereits im Laufe des Morgens trifft sein Trupp auf eine Gruppe Hereros, die bei dem kurzen Gefecht Verluste erleiden. Wie der Lokalanzeiger aus Okahandja meldet, hatte die Kompanie Fischel am 14. Februar 1904 zwischen Seeis und Windhoek auf dem Wege nach Gobabis ein Vorpostengeplänkel, wobei die Seesoldaten Mahnke, Luttermüller und Schneider fielen, Seesoldat Henze schwer, Gefreiter Arndt leicht verletzt wurden.

Bei der Verfolgung stieß die Kompanie zwischen Seeis und Windhoek auf den Feind. Hierbei entspann sich ein größerer Kampf und unter Verlust zahlreicher Toter und unter Zurücklassung des mitgeführten Viehs, konnte dieser vertrieben werden.

Nach dieser geschichtsträchtigen Besichtigung zuckeln wir gemächlich weiter, immer am Seeis Revier entlang, in Richtung der Farm Heimat.

Diese Gästefarm wird für die nächsten drei Nächte unsere Unterkunft sein.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär

#Hosea Kutako Airport #windhoek #Farm Heimat #namibia #afrika #africa

[wonderswritings]

When Worlds Collide 2: Bits and Pieces

Summary: In the past year, you’d suffered more than you’d ever could’ve imagined. Now, after a relative moment of peace, it seems trouble has started once more, and you’re dragged into it. The multiverse is real, and with it, possibilities of a new life. 

Warnings: No Way Home Spoilers, Multiverse of Madness Spoilers, Angst, Lost Memories, Unrequited Feelings

Pairings: TASM!Peter Parker x Fem!Stark!Reader (nicknamed Mel read book 1 to find out why)

AO3

When Worlds Collide Masterlist

You were walking down the sidewalk next to Peter, listening to Peter’s rambling. You looked around, taking everything in when you saw the tall building in the distance, overshadowing all the other buildings.

“Think you could’ve made it any bigger?” He grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Nah, couldn’t have it too big.” “Right, can’t surpass your ego.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Come on, let me show you the inside.” He steered you inside, the two of you cracking jokes as you went.

“And they looked at me like I’d grown two heads or something.”

Peter stooped when he noticed you weren’t walking next to him, causing him to turn, seeing you standing in one spot, staring off into the distance. He rushed back to your side, stopping in front of you.

“YN? YN, what is it? What’s wrong?”

Your eyes were glassy, causing Peter to turn, looking off at where you were looking, the only thing he could figure you were looking at was Osborn’s building. He slightly shook his head as he turned back towards you, reaching up and cradling your face in his hands as he leaned down so he could be eye level with you.

“Come on YN, come back to me.”

Peter watched as the glassy look in your eyes faded, a small gasp escaping you as you blinked repeatedly.

“There we go, that’s it.”

You looked over at Peter, seeing the soft smile he was giving you.

“Are you okay? What happened?”

You shook your head, Peter’s hand falling back to his sides.

“I- I don’t know.”

You looked back over at the building slightly making a face before you looked back at Peter.

“Sorry.”

Peter shook his head as he stood to his full height.

“No, none of that. It’s okay.”

He grinned cheekily as he grabbed your hand, holding it in his.

“But let’s just stick together from now on, yeah?”

You nodded, offering him a small smile as the two of you started walking again. Turning at the corner you glanced back at the building, blinking when it changed, looking like a completely different building before it went back to normal.

You were sitting against the trunk of a tree, Peter across from you as you both picked at your food.

“Who is Mel?”

Peter looked over at you mid gab of a fry, his mouth hanging open.

“What?”

“Earlier, you said Mel.”

“Oh.”

Peter nodded, leaning back on his arm as he set his fry back into his tray.

“Mel is a nickname.”

He glanced over at you, meeting your gaze for a second before he looked away.

“It’s actually your nickname.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Your dad gave it to you. You live a pretty public life, so he’d call you Mel. He called you honey first-”

“Come on honey, it’s just for an hour, tops.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “An hour of listening to the board talk like idiots? No thanks.” “You’ll be with me.” “You just don’t want to be alone with them when they yell at you.” “I actually want you there for moral support-” “Because they’re going to yell.” “And because I want your perspective on something.” You groaned, looking over at him. “Fine.” He grinned, doing a fist pump as you lifted a finger, pointing at him. “But you owe me a burger.” “Deal honey.”

“And then later he called you bee.”

“It’s dangerous.” Glancing at him from the corner of your eyes you scoffed, pulling your gauntlets on. “I’m dangerous.” “Bee please, I don’t want you doing this.” You stood up, turning towards him, your hands on your hips. “Good thing it’s not your choice then.” “Bee-” “No. You said I could do this. You promised me, I could be the one to bring him in. You can’t take it back. You don’t get to take it back.” He sighed, nodding as he walked closer to you. “Just, be careful. Promise me.” You nodded as you closed the distance between you both, wrapping your arms around him. “I promise dad.”

“And Mel means both honey and bee.”

“Mel, nine o’clock.” Through the chaos happening around you, you could make out the others asking who he was talking to. “My sweet honey, stinging bee, daughter of mine.” “Dad, what the hell.” “I’ve got a new name for you.” “Mel?” “Yep. Combines both into one.” He landed next to you, firing his repulsor before he turned, his face mask opening as he placed his hands on his hips. “Now, when I say nine o’clock I mean fire.” You turned towards him, tilting your head to the side. “Oh I’m sorry, Mr. I have to give a new nickname in the middle of a fight without letting anyone know.”

“Hey, YN?”

Peter sat up, moving to kneel in front of you.

“YN?”

You shook your head, glancing at Peter.

“I-I can see him. But I can’t see him. It- he’s blurry.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked over at Peter.

“I want to see him, Peter, please.”

Peter slightly shook his head as he reached for your hand, gently running his thumb over your knuckles. 

“YN, I-I’m sorry but you can’t.”

“Wh- Peter pl- why?”

“It- it’s complicated.”

“Well uncomplicate it Peter! Please, I want to see him! I want to see my dad!”

“I’m sorry YN. It- there’s a lot you don’t know, that I don’t know.”

“Then take me to my dad.”

Peter took a deep breath, glancing down at his hand that held yours.

“I can’t take you to your dad because he’s not here. He’s not from this earth, and neither are you.”

Peter kept glancing at his room, willing the door to open. Since he’d brought you back to his apartment, explaining what little he knew, you retreated to his room, the sound of the lock clicking echoing throughout the apartment. He wanted to be there for you, offer you whatever support he could, but you’d shut him out and he didn’t want to cause you more pain. But it’d been three hours now, and Peter couldn't hear any sound coming from his room, causing him to worry. With a sigh he stood, making his way to his room, knocking. When there was no response he tried the handle, his eyes widening slightly when he was able to open it.

“YN?”

He stepped into the room, looking over at the bed, expecting to see you sitting there. When he didn’t see you he looked over at his desk, noticing the chair was pushed under the desk. He even checked the corner where you had hidden earlier, but even that was empty. He looked around the room, hoping to see you somewhere but he didn’t. He ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head.

“Crap, crap, crap.”

You weren’t here, and if you weren’t here then you were out there, in an entirely different New York than your own, with no memories and unstable powers.  Rushing to the closet where he’d stashed his suit, he quickly changed, rushing back into his room, his mask in his hand as he opened the window. With a quick glance to make sure it was clear, he pulled his mask on, climbing out and lifting his hand, shooting a web. He swung through the city, his mind racing. Where were you? New York was a big place, and there were many places to hide or get lost in, and it was dangerous. He didn’t know where to start looking. There was a chance you weren’t even in the city anymore, seeing as he had no idea when you’d left. But Peter was determined to find you, no matter what.

“Please, let me go.” “Raise the voltage.” “Sir, if we do that it may kill her.” “Raise the voltage. If her father won’t come to us-” “Then we’ll send parts of her to him.”

“You can’t keep me locked in here forever!” “Until I know you’re safe, I will!” “You’re treating me like a prisoner! You're my dad, not my warden!” “Right now, I’m both! Until you realize the danger you’re in, you’re staying put! And don’t even try to override the system, you’ve been locked out.”

“Dad, something’s happening.” “We’re okay.” “Tony. There was no other way.” “I don’t feel so good.” “You’re all right.” “I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening. Please, I don’t- I don’t wanna go." “Mel, stop, you’re hurting yourself.” "I don’t wanna go.” “I’m sorry.” “He did it.”

“Whe- where is he? Where’s daddy?” “Little miss, I- something’s happened. Some- something bad has happened.” “Daddy’s not coming back, is he?” “No, no he’s not.” “I miss him already.” “Me too.”

“In the grand calculus of the multiverse, his sacrifice means far more than his life.” “Does it?! My sister has to grow up without her father! Her mom has to live without the man she loves!” “I’m sorry, but it had to be done.” “Not at the cost of his life!” “You killed him. You killed my father!”

With a gasp you jerked to, looking around. Purple wisps surrounded you, and your eyes widened when you saw you weren’t on the ground, causing you to fall once you realized you were floating. You landed with a groan, rolling onto your back, looking up at the ceiling. You lifted your hand, watching as it lit up, a small ball of energy circling between your fingers. Throwing your hand up, the ball grew as it exploded from your hand, creating what you’d just seen while you were in your trance. You stood, walking towards the closest orb, reaching out and touching it, gasping as it grew.

Wide, teary eyes turned towards the man in white. “Please, let me go.” “Raise the voltage.” “Sir, if we do that it may kill her.” “Raise the voltage. If her father won’t come to us-” A loud scream tore through your as the stinging pain spread throughout your head. “Then we’ll send parts of her to him.”

Your hand fell to your side as you stepped back, shaking your head. You moved to the next orb, hesitating for a second before you reached out, touching it. 

“You can’t keep me locked in here forever!” He shook his head, slightly glaring at you. “Until I know you’re safe, I will!” “You’re treating me like a prisoner! You're my dad, not my warden!” “Right now, I’m both! Until you realize the danger you’re in, you’re staying put!” He walked towards the door, opening it when he stopped, looking at you over his shoulder. “And don’t even try to override the system, you’ve been locked out.”

For some reason you were angry, a sense of resentment filling you as you moved to the next orb, reaching out. 

“Dad, something’s happening.” He walked towards you, grabbing you by the arms and pulling you into his chest, his head resting on top of yours. “We’re okay.” “Tony. There was no other way.” “I don’t feel so good.” He let you go as he turned, grabbing the kid. “You’re all right.” “I don’t- I don’t know what’s happening.” He helped him down to the ground while you appeared next to them, your hand glowing as it hovered over him. “Please, I don’t- I don’t wanna go.” “Mel, stop, you’re hurting yourself.” “I don’t wanna go.” Tears were in his eyes as he turned his head to the side, looking up.  “I’m sorry.” Your concentration broke as he turned to dust, the light around your hand fading. “He did it.”

You felt like a piece of you was missing as you moved to the next orb, taking a deep breath as you reached out.

“Whe- where is he? Where’s daddy?” You stepped forward, moving to kneel in front of her, reaching out for her hand. “Little miss, I- something’s happened. Some- something bad has happened.” “Daddy’s not coming back, is he?” You sniffled, shaking your head. “No, no he’s not.” She surged forward, wrapping her small arms around your neck, her head on your shoulder. “I miss him already.” A broken sob left you as you returned the hug, looking over at the group of people watching you both, tears in all their eyes as tears streamed down your face, tightening your grip on her. “Me too.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stepped back, watching it replay, over and over again before you moved to the last orb. 

“In the grand calculus of the multiverse, his sacrifice means far more than his life.” “Does it?! My sister has to grow up without her father! Her mom has to live without the man she loves!” “I’m sorry, but it had to be done.” “Not at the cost of his life!” Your hands started to glow as you shook your head, tears streaming down your face as you glared at him. “You killed him. You killed my father!” You threw your hands forward, a surge of energy leaving your hands, hitting him in the chest.

You looked around at the memories playing around you, making a face. These were your memories, at least, they had to be, seeing as you were in them, but the man you believed to be your dad was still blurry. Lifting your hands you closed your eyes, concentrating on trying to make the memories clear. The energy leaving your hands grew stronger, glowing brighter. There was a stinging pain forming in the back of your head, but you chose to ignore it as you pushed harder. When it became too much you stopped, falling to your knees, your chest heaving.

“Fine, if that won’t work then maybe this will.”

You sat down, your elbows resting on your knees as you closed your eyes. Your hands started to glow, your powers pulsing in waves as a warm, tingly feeling spread up your arms from your hands. 

Peter was swinging through the city, his jaw clenched. Reluctantly, he had stopped at the local police department, inquiring about anyone matching your description. Luckily they didn’t ask him any questions, but Peter still had a nagging feeling that he should’ve left them out of it. Unfortunately, they were of no help, and he was back to square one, aimlessly swinging around hoping to catch a glimpse of you. With a harsh sigh he landed on the roof of some apartment building, walking towards the ledge. Where were you? It was starting to get late, and Peter had no idea if you were okay or not. He was mentally going over the places he’d already checked, thinking of what other areas he needed to check when he felt it, the thrum of your powers. His eyes widened under the mask as he looked around, trying to see where your powers were coming from when there was a rumble, everything around him shaking, causing him to slightly lose his balance. After righting himself he walked closer to the ledge, lifting his arm and shooting a web, swinging off. He followed the rumbles, landing on the ground outside of a broken-down warehouse. He could see the purple glow coming from inside. Taking a deep breath he walked forward, stopping at the door.

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              ❏    ・𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 ﹗𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 ✎. . .      ◜ ♡ ◝       :      【 ピンク 】﹗﹗  ❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          · ·      ───────────────         𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀          ⸝⸝          ✿

Below the cut is a profile for an original HELLUVA BOSS/HAZBIN HOTEL character! There may be adult and triggering themes within her history and character description, so please take care of yourself and proceed at your own discretion. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ; 3/13/2024

❏ character chart ﹗﹗

full name gabriella name pronunciation gey-bree-el-uh nicknames gabi , gabs, gg, && bee reason for nicknames mostly just affectionate shortenings of her name!

birthdate October 23. star sign Scorpio ( sun ) | Aquarius ( moon )

As an individual with a Scorpio Sun Aquarius Moon, you are much more extraverted and congenial than your fellow Scorpios, you have a strong need for the company of people, and an active and varied social life is necessary for your emotional health—if no other reason than to have an outlet for your sometimes outrageous opinion. As you crave an audience with a Scorpio Sun Aquarius Moon, you usually choose a partner who is an ardent fan of yours. It is vital that you be flattered and admired, and when the admiration and applause begin to wane, so does your interest. Try to be a little less self-centered in love. Like all Scorpios, you are highly sexed, and with your Aquarius Moon, you are often drawn to the experimental in your love life.

birthplace greed ring, mint city current residence ❝ that's top secret information, cuties ~ ❤ ❞

sexuality pansexual ; demiromantic

Gabs is an induvial who can separate sex and feelings! The two rarely mingle for her, as she can enjoy being physical with someone without connecting it to something more profound. Hell, sometimes you don't even really need to like someone to want to have sex with them. But Satan help you if she starts catching feelings.

pronouns she / her occupation OnlyFangs / sinfluencer

❏ physical appearance ﹗﹗

age twenty-five

weight -- height 4'5'' ↳ However, Gabriella usually wears some variation of heeled or pumped shoes, which gives the illusion that she is somewhere closer to 4'8'' to 4’10’’. But it's all a ruse. Don't let her fool you.

body type pear! ↳ Our girl is very bottom heavy, small chest with wider hips and thighs.

face shape heart distinguishing features heart-shaped eyebrows, white hair ( not uncommon just a bit rare for female imps ) && canines that sit visible on the corners of her lips even if her lips are closed.

hair color white, puffy && curly most often worn in two large puffs decorated with bows, ribbons, or hair clips. eye color yellow Sclera with pinky/red iris'

tattoos womb tattoo ( you bet your ass imma draw that shit and link it here ) piercing belly button && nipples ❏ traits of an individual ﹗﹗ who are you Gabriella is bold, charismatic, and an endless fountain of curiosity and chaos. she thrives off social interaction and almost always welcomes anyone into her company with open arms. Flirtatious by nature, this seems to be a polarizing trait of hers as some people either adore her or are highly put off, labeling her as a “ heart-breaker “ or “ sult “ because of her affectionate personality. mbti ENFP-A ENFP-A individuals tend to be more assertive and somewhat less sensitive than those of the ENFP-T persuasion. Not only are they more socially assertive, but they are more daring in general. They aren’t afraid to take risks or tackle new challenges but thrive on doing so, relishing the thrill and excitement that new enterprises can bring to their lives. They are also more apt to assume leadership positions, calling on their enthusiasm and creative vision to guide and inspire others. love languages physical touch/words of affirmation/quality time attachment styles fearful avoidant ↳ A fearful avoidant attachment style describes a person who craves closeness and support. However, they also fear it and will distance themselves from others simultaneously. enneagram type 7 with a six-wing: ' The entertainer. ' Type Sevens pursue fascinating and fun experiences as a way to distract themselves from pain. Type Sevens with a Six Wing surround themselves with happy people. They tend to project their inner turmoil onto others and often believe they are the one truly happy person in their circle. Nicknamed “The Entertainer,” 7w6es are on a serious mission to serve as the life of the party.                            fears loneliness, boredom, or being stuck                            desires to be happy && to be admired and captivating.                              strengths ability to lift the spirits of others, playful approach to getting the job done, && having a strong sense of humor.                          weaknesses scattering and spreading one's elves too thin, hidden anxiety may lead to substance abuse, may easily abandon people and pursuits in search of greener pastures song association claws - kim petras / The song "Claws" by Kim Petras explores the complex dynamics of love and obsession. The lyrics suggest a tumultuous and addictive relationship where the protagonist is deeply infatuated with someone despite the pain and power struggles involved. sacrifice - bebe rexha / The song "Sacrifice" by Bebe Rexha explores the idea of a passionate and intense relationship where the protagonist demands total commitment and devotion from their partner. The lyrics depict a strong desire to be the sole focus of their partner's attention and affection.

#﹒◜ 𝒊𝒏𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 . 𝓿 ꜝꜝᵖʳᵒᶠᶤˡᵉ

[insomniamamma]

Indulgence: Ezra x f!reader

A/N: initially written for @littleferal's writer's iron chef. I had to polish it up and expand it a little because I can't help myself. The prompt was "taking a bath together." I didn't quite have time to work the second prompt in, and I don't really know if it was something Artichoke would say. Also Cee is not really in this one. She is away at school in the Ephrate. Takes place after Fancy but before Christmas In The Ephrate. May run concurrent with parts of Seasonal. But it can stand alone.

Warnings: None. Really this is soft soft soft.

          Ezra is up early and moving around. This is nothing new. He's always been an earlier riser, awake and chipper no matter what local dawn is doing. Sounds and voices come through the bedroom wall. Nothing new, Ezra is friendly with the neighbors, someone comes along the road, gravel and rutted, and he'll call them over for coffee and a bit of gab. There are some other sounds that threaten to wake you further, thumps and bumps and the whine of some sort of power tool, but you find yourself slipping back under, the lure of more sleep stronger than your curiosity. Ez is probably puttering around, modifying the dropper.

          The house is slowly becoming a proper home. The three of you agreed on a standard colony dropper kit. Nothing too fancy. This is what we make of it, Ezra had said, it'll be hard work, but we're no strangers to that. No return boosters, just enough fuel in the tanks to guide the drop, to park her on your property. The dropper is built to be converted into a shelter. Empty fuel tanks converted become cisterns, cooling system pumps now draw water from the river. The RTG provides power to supplement the solar kit, and also warmth, heating for the winter, hot water in a near endless supply, it'll still be pissing out power when our grandkids are old and grey, said Ez.

         A prickly kiss to your temple wakes you. You stretch and slit your eyes open.

         "Hi," you say, a yawn drawing out the word.          "Hi yourself," says Ezra.          "Is it still morning?" You ask. Ezra smiles. You blink at the light coming through the window. It's taken some getting used to, the weather, the light, passage of time measured by the rising and setting of the local Sun and Moons,Greater and Lesser.          "Close to local noon," says Ezra, "You would sleep all day like a cat in a sunbeam if I let you."          "Hmph. It's not like we've got anywhere to be."          "No, but there is only so long I can be without your company," says Ezra, and taps the tip of your nose with his finger, knowing it will make you scrunch your face in frustration.          "Selfish."          "Perhaps," He takes your hand in his and gives you a little shake.          "Up you get, Prickle, I've got a surprise for you. Close your eyes." You reluctantly leave your blanket nest and let him lead you, his hand warm against the small of your back. You hear the creak of hinges, and then a warm wall of steam hits you, welcome on your chilled skin. Farhaven is colder than you're used to. Colder than the benches. But there is rain and snow and seasons, things you were starved for without even knowing.          "Open up those pretty peepers, Artichoke," he murmurs, nuzzled into your neck, his  lips brushing the tender skin below your ear.          "What the--I thought you sold the engine skirts for scrap!"          "An omission on my part," says Ezra, eyes crinkled and dancing with mirth. "The water's nice and hot. Hop in."

         A proper bathtub, fashioned from the cargo dropper's engine skirts, ugly welds but it holds water and you slip in with a groan that makes Ezra grin and close your eyes. Such indulgence was unimaginable on your home world and on the stations you've frequented. But here? There's a river outside your front door. Water clean and cool and good to drink. Your family back on Falnost would lose their collective minds at such waste.          "You like it?"          "Are you insane? You can practically swim in this fucking thing. I don't even wanna know what you traded for this."          "Jamie's oldest is apprenticed to a smith in town," says Ezra.          "We help with the Jessonroot harvest?"          "We help with the Jessonroot harvest."          "Worth it," you say and open your eyes, "You gonna get in or what?"          "Thought you'd never ask."

#ezra x f!reader #ezra x f!reader w/cee #prickle 'verse #prospect AU #lissie's iron chef #expanded on that submission

[franciskirkland]

Choose 3 outfits

Salut! Oh, just three? Does lingerie count? Or my birthday suit? 🤭

Alors, I cannot choose, so I will ask my husband, d'accord?

- François 😘💖🌹

Arthur: Brilliant question. I'm going to assume by outfits you mean those that are acceptable in which to appear in public.

First off, I'm helpless to the sight of my wife in a certain burgundy red cocktail dress. It's elegant, yet revealing. I love how the sumptuous velvet hugs his curvaceous shape, tight around his tiny waist and womanly hips. He often wears it with back seam stockings clinging to those lovely legs, finished with a pair of stiletto heels on his pretty little feet. This ensemble never fails to get my blood pumping, and he's always wearing something absolutely scandalous underneath.

Another one of my favourite outfits for her would be a long, flowy sort of cotton dress with a floral pattern. She has them in several pastel shades. I think she looks positively gorgeous and very maternal when she resmbles a barefoot peasant maiden; with a baby on her hip and three little ones trailing behind like precious ducklings in a row.

Something else I find incredibly flattering on François is a slim-fitting Breton striped top, with a boat neck to accentuate her beautiful shoulders. Again, these come in a number of colors. It could be black and white, paired with bright red ankle pants, or navy blue with tight white trousers, or red striped with dark wash jeans, and so on.

It's especially cute acessorized with a little silk scarf around his neck, and a beret. I'd be hard pressed to admit it otherwise but he looks awfully adorable all dressed up like the cheese-eating frog he truly is.

Must I stop at three? François can pull off anything, you know. Ah, well. I appreciate the opportunity to gab about my darling wife. Ta ta for now!

#merci! #aph france #hws france #roleplay blog #ukfr #fruk #admin: Arthur is such a dork #i know nothing about fashion sorry

[alwaysklako]

2023 Review: Frage 21 😊

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Vielen Dank für diese Frage 😊 vor der hatte ich um ehrlich zu sein ein bisschen Angst, weil mir nicht gleich etwas in den Sinn gekommen ist. Aber so musste/durfte ich mich etwas mit dem Geschreibe in 2023 beschäftigen und das war spannend 😄

Ich glaube, generell mag ich beim Pakt jede „random“ Erwähnung ihres Paktes über die Jahre hinweg, weil das einfach so ein Spaß war, die Szenen so zu „bauen“, dass es Sinn ergeben hat und natürlich auch die beiden in diese Situation zu werfen und damit umgehen zu sehen. Top 3 ⬇️

1. Kapitel 2

„Ich finde, du solltest wenigstens genug Gesangstunden nehmen, um mir auf unserer Hochzeit ein kleines Ständchen singen zu können, was meinst du?“

Klaas sah ihn mit großen Augen an.

(…)

„Wenn du mit den roten Pumps kommst, singe ich für dich“, entgegnete Klaas, sein Gesicht überraschend ernst und auch seine Stimme gab keine Anhaltspunkte, ob er scherzte oder nicht.

(…)

„Ich denke, da lässt sich bestimmt was einrichten“, antworte Joko mit voller Überzeugungskraft, die er in seinen Tonfall legte.

(…)

„Also dafür, dass du mich vor ‘n paar Wochen damit aufgezogen hast, ich würde dich heiraten wollen, scheinst du ja selbst ‘ne ausgeprägte Obsession dafür entwickelt zu haben, mich heiraten zu wollen, so oft wie du’s zum Thema machst.“

2. Kapitel 10

„Spar’ dir deine Tränen für unsere Hochzeit auf, ja?“ Jokos Augen wurden groß, aber bevor er etwas sagen konnte, sprach Klaas weiter. „Wenn du weinst, dann… wird es für mich auch schwer… deswegen… spar’ dir die Tränen für unsere Hochzeit auf, okay?“

(…)

„Ich werde mir Mühe geben. Versprochen“, erwiderte Joko grinsend und verstärkte nun seinerseits den Griff um die Hand seines Freundes, der ebenfalls verschwörerisch lächelte.

3. Kapitel 13

„Da kann ich Winti nur recht geben“, sagte er schließlich, die Worte beständig und frei von dem Flattern, das er tief in sich spürte. „Das, was wir haben, muss uns erstmal einer nachmachen.“

Jochen grinste breit und sein Freund nickte mit einem ebenso breiten Grinsen. „Na dann kann man ja wohl damit rechnen, dass hier auch irgendwann mal die Hochzeitsglocken läuten, oder nicht?“, fragte Norman zwinkernd und Jochen gluckste leise.

„Siehst du, Klausi? Jeder wartet schon drauf!“

„Sofern ich mich richtig erinnere, bist du meiner Anforderung nach einem kitschigen Heiratsantrag noch nich‘ nachgekommen, oder?“

(…)

„Ja, sowas. Wenn ich mal gewusst hätte, dass das alles ist, was es braucht, hätte ich das natürlich schon lange mal getan.“

Klaas zuckte unbeeindruckt mit der Schulter, obwohl es das Letzte war, was er fühlte. „Tja. So ist das.“

#jk fanfic #ask game

[queenofbaws]

Hi! For rhe fic writer asks may I ask number 4,7,9,15 and 26? Thank you and have a good day!

hi!!! and goodness gracious, me oh my, thank YOU for giving me permission to gab and gab and gab over here! :D

4. What piece of media inspired you the most?

in terms of what fandom got me barfing the most words out, it was for sure the quarry - no surprises there, hehehe - but in terms of what media got me pumped/excited/WANTING to create more, i have to shout out the "old gods of appalachia" podcast. i'm a little behind, i'm not totally caught up with the story as of this moment, but i swear, relistening to that podcast at the beginning of the year is 100% what got me so jazzed to write like wringing blood from a stone. no question.

(this is also me saying if you're out there and you've enjoyed like wringing blood, you might want to give old gods a shot, because mmmMMMMMM it's so good. and it's very much the sort of vibe i'm going for with my hackett stuff, lmfao)

7. What character(s) captured your heart?

if you told me when i first played the quarry that i'd have a favorite hackett brother, i would believe you. if you, however, immediately followed that first statement with "and it's chris," i would not. HOWEVER, as is so often the case with me, this year i found myself falling in love with another supermassive character that gets all of 5 lines and a combined 12 minutes of screentime. chris hackett, ily.

9. What fic meant the most to you to write?

surprising NO ONE, it's for sure like wringing blood from a stone. after finishing the (almost)s, i really didn't think i'd plunge back into longfic life, but i'm here, the water's fine, and this project has absolutely become my baby. there's a lot of, like, me put into the story, a lot of (extremely abstracted) personal stories and problems being retold, and it's been a place for me to sort of find my own kind of catharsis while telling what i hope is a compelling story of another family's struggles. it also means the world that it's gotten the readership it has despite being about, uh, a very angry family struggling against themselves and each other, so it's just...it's just the project i'm the most grateful for, absolutely.

15. Rec a fic you wrote or posted in 2023

in the woods somewhere is a fic i wrote about jess. i wish i could say more about it than that, but explaining it any deeper sort of gives some stuff away. it was one of those lightning-in-a-bottle ideas that came to me fully formed and ready to go, and i spent a whole day just furiously writing it down and, to be honest, crying more than just a little ;P we don't see much of jess in until dawn - her night is pretty complicated - so i just really wanted to explore her story a little more...and give her a way to get back home in one piece <3

(i still fucking cry every time i read it, so do with that what you will askdfjaklsdjf)

26. If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year?

i got back into my CREEPs fic!!! 🥳 it was gathering dust for SO long, but i was finally able to post a couple chapters, and though they're not ready to share just yet, i actually have the rest of the fic nearly complete. being able to get back into that WIP and sort of shake the rust off felt so, so good, and i'm REALLY hoping that energy will carry into 2024 and i'll be able to finish off a bunch of stuff i've left on the back burner!

my 2023 writing year in review!!!

#torahime #asks #thank YOU for the ask!!! i hope you have a wonderful wonderful day as well ^_^