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dreamcatcher-ranger · 2 years

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@koro-is-caffeinated I've done a dive in the past, I don't even know why, but the potato battery that is my brain gave this to me. So, I hope you'll enjoy

"Wakey wakey! I got groceries!"

"We got groceries. We split the bill."

The voices of the two boys rang surprisingly crystal clear in the dusty hall. The propped up bed was still looming in the shadow, with its occupant facing the closed window. They didn't move of an inch.

Ryan dropped the vegetables-filled cloth bags with a soft thud, sending a carrot rolling on the wooden floor. Steven, carrying a way more voluminous load behind him, mumbled something very unflattering under his breath.

"Aw, come on man, work with me here. I know you like sunlight, yesterday I found you watering the plants."

Here, this may have been an overstatement. Being found fidgeting with an empty glass next to the succulents on the window sill while a puddle of water was slowly making its way around the pots hardly equated to 'watering the plants'. But he was trying his best. Since when Sara brought those little colorful plants to him, the Professor seemed to have gotten better. Ryan didn't know that under all that blue fuzz there was a green (a very, very pale greenish) thumb, but having something to care about could not be bad.

The scholarly streak returned too, he has been found flipping through the pages of José Rizal's diary, and chattering with the succulents, telling weird history facts. Almost like the old times.

It always happened when he thought nobody was around, at first. If somebody was to interrupt, the Professor returned silent. Then, with a bit of patience, if you asked the right questions you could get interesting answers. His knowledge was coming back, hand-in-hand with the majority of his memory, and his taste for jellybeans.

Not for Beef Boy, though.

If the Ryan-of-then had been told that he would miss the lessons at Puppet University, the Ryan-of-then would have laughed it off. The Ryan-of-now instead believed in it. But the Ryan-of-then made mistakes, and the Ryan-of-now was working hard to fix them.

No matter how many death threats he received daily.

Ryan rushed to open the window. The warm californian breeze rushed inside, carrying a vague smell of freshly-cut grass with it. Outside, the skyline of the City of Angels glimmered in the heat. Then he approached the bed.

The Professor, with his unkempt blue hair hiding half his stitched-up face, remained still.

"C'mon, you're not sleeping. You snore when you do."

A golden eye cracked open.

"Well, Beef Boy, I don't snore. Or, I didn't. Not until somebody fed my lungs to a T-rex."

"We already talked about this. It was the Genie who- you know what? Nevermind. We got groceries. Vegetables and meat and other stuff. Oh, and your supplements."

"Talking of supplements, Ryan" somebody shouted from the back. Steven got rid of all the bags, except for one small package, who was still sitting on the floor. He pointed at it, before crossing is arms with a firm expression. "Your job to store them away. Because I am not touching that."

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know. In all honesty, Stevie, it's been years that you know the Professor. And you still recoil at the sight..."

Ryan picked up the box, and then pretended to fling it at his friend.

"...of a dead spider?"

Steven winced away. "Very funny. I remember when you had to catch them with your own hands. You were all squeamish."

"It's not my fault if that blue abomination let me believe that he hunted them! He could have said that he bought them from pet stores since, you know, the very beginning."

A faint wheeze interrupted them, before being cut short by a coughing fit.

"You should be grateful -cough cough cough- I wasn't planning on telling you that. Seeing you crawl around with a glass was too funny."

"He got a point, Ryan. I have to agree with the 'blue abomination' this time." admitted Steven, chuckling at the memory.

"Jellybean for Steven! Beef Boy, I want you to know that I caved in only because you were taking forever to get my snacks."

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Let's make fun of who brought you back from kingdom come, shall we?"

The light in McNasty's eyes grew colder. The other one, smelling the storm in the air, tactically retreated out of the room.

"Ryan Steven- yes, don't make that face, I know your name- 'Beef Boy' Bergara, care to tell me why you had to bring me back from kingdom come?"

"Don’t get this heated, the bandages are coming off-"

"A! An unlucky accident, I ate too much dolphin sushi in one bite and choked on it. Your expertise with CPR saved me."

"CPR? That is so gross-"

"B! That bloody Genie appeared out of thin air and shoved me under a train. You, like in a greek myth, travelled to the Underworld to rescue me."

"Technically it was the Genie's fault-"

"Or C! You were so utterly inept at history that you couldn't manage to win-" "The algorithm was faulted!" "-Not even once, and you chose to sell me to the Genie, and then you reanimated me out of guilt?"

Ryan stood still, the warm wind suddendly ice cold. He felt his muscles get tense with will to fight, his nerves ready to explode. He gripped the spiders' box. Then, like a in a flash, he saw Sara's disapproving stare after the Loudun episode, after that Satan gave him the cup. His head dropped.

"C. C like Cretino." He muttered.

"We got a C Dog in here! Ough ough ough!" He could hear the Professor's mockery echoing in his hears, but not really. All he could think about was how, no matter how hard he tried, he could never deserve forgiveness. He killed somebody, damn it! A fucking insufferable somebody, but still. How do you get back from that?

"...ough- Beef Boy, are you crying?" "No..." 'Not yet' would have been the correct answer, but Ryan wasn't going to tell it to the stitched freak lying beside him. He took in a deep breath.

"I... I am sorry. Again. For everything."

The Professor tilted his head.

"Hmmm... Point to Beef Boy, correct answer! Here, come get a jellybean."

The boy laughed, hoarse, trying to keep in the tears. If he shed some of them, McNasty didn't say anything.

"You- you don't even have a satchel anymore!" "Right, because it is, say it with me... " "In the Cretaceous period." "In the Cretaceous period, correct! You deserve another jellybean."

Ryan plopped on the bed, without saying anything. For a while, they stayed silent, without saying anything, staring quietly at Los Angeles. Then Beef Boy opened the box he was still holding.

"Do you... Would you like some spiders? As an appetizer?"

"Appetizer? Appetizer for what?"

"For wha- Lunch, what else? Who do you think we went shopping for?"

"You intend to make lunch? As in, preparing it yourself? Thanks but no thanks."

McNasty snatched the spiders away from Ryan's hands, incredibly fast for someone with an half-eaten arm. The latter rolled his eyes.

"As in, Steven's in the kitchen."

"Omph" was the comment. That blue monster had already started stuffing his face. "Den if coulf worpf" he garbled with his mouth full. He gulped down. "Then it could work."

Beef Boy got up, before turning to help the other get down.

"You're covered in spider crumbs... What kind of day is it, today?" "Crutches will do just fine, thanks. But why are we going? Do you really want to help Steven cooking?" "No, I want to keep Wheatley far away from knives and fire... Here we go. How are you feeling?"

The Professor swayed just for a moment, then he planted his crutches firmly to the ground.

"Perfectly good... ouch! I didn't thought this bed was this close... I have to get better at having a blind eye. Shall we go? I smell good stuff in the making."

They started going towards the kitchen, from where effectively nice smells where coming. Wheatley's laughter rose up, followed by the Oars' ones and a comment by Bones. Steven yelled something that vaguely resembled "No! Away! It's hot!"

"By the way... how do you know my middle name?"

"Oh, Shane told me."

"Shane?"

McNasty didn't look up. Using crutches required all of his attention.

"Yes, Shane. We chat sometimes, you know. He wanted to know how I am. Unlike you, he cares."

Ryan dodged the bullet. "I thought your existences couldn't overlap"

"Exactly, overlap" The teacher side now was popping back. "We can't meet, but we can see pictures of each other. We can talk about each other. And he recently discovered that we can text to each other. Telephone calls don't work"

Ryan rubbed his eyes. "That fucker... and how recently did he discover this? No, wait, don't answer. He didn't say anything to me. I could throttle him."

"And I could throttle you Beef Boy! So, don't tempt me. Oh, look, what is boiling in the pot?"

"In the pot, nothing" said Steven, focused on slicing tomatoes without slicing Wheatley's fingers. "I am making homemade hamburgers. Do you like hamburgers?"

"Dolphin hamburgers?"

"Beef hamburgers, Professor."

"Shut up Beef Boy, what do you know? But yes, I could accept, for once."

#sometimes self-care is running 10 km uphill in the woods after a storm to flip off a radio tower with lemon demon blasted in your ears #lifetime achievement award rolled up. it's how i've got this idea #i wanted to write a bit of slice of life with the revived professor and even if i started with semi-fluff it turned to angst pretty quick #why am i like this #but anyway; i wanted to explore a bit their relationships #i don't think that they really hate each other. people; even nemesis; don't get in 'thoonk' 'doonk' contests if they truly hate each other #and in the meanwhile the oars got revived too. they're a bit like wheatley's parents if you are okay with that #and the professor has to get daily shots of goo #whoever is reading this; tell me what you think!#and i hope there aren't typos #there will be #i already know #watcher #watcher entertainment #franken!ph #my little scrapbook collection

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blujaydoodles · 2 years

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an informal assessment of popular opinion

#aka 'the OCs I actually draw are the ones who have people that like them' lmao #tbqh I'm actually not sure between june and elyss but this is mostly about how many people love melliwyk a LOT ahahah #Idri gets a special award for being the first of my OCs that I was aware anyone but me might like... have a favorite of MY OCs???#(she is also extremely great and it's not her fault she's fallen by the wayside 😔#this is a wildly self indulgent and wanky art to make but I don't care it was quick and easy and made me happy #Elyss thinks there must have been a mistake #June is just happy to be included #Melliwyk- cheerfully: it's only because I'm A Weirdo don't put too much stock into it #dnd #OC art #sketches #character art #my OCs #Elyss #Melliwyk #Juniper #dungeons and doodles #noncanon shenanigans

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shivunin · 1 year

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Happy anniversary to me and AO3!!

Here is the aforementioned more coherent post. I have divided it in two parts: a little note and a silly and self-indulgent section (affectionate) where I give some of my fics fun lil superlatives. I'll add a couple little factoids to the latter section, too, just for giggles.

But before all that: I'm not gonna get emotional this time, but I have greatly enjoyed writing Dragon Age fic. I told myself three things when I started, all of them comically incorrect now ("I'm only writing this one story," "I will never write a soulmate AU," and "I will never write a DA2 story; no way could I ever hold a candle to what already exists") and I am so, so glad I was wrong on all counts. I have grown so much as a writer because of fic and I have met some genuinely remarkable people. If you have ever commented, written something in the tags, kudo'd, or bookmarked anything I've written (and especially if you have ever sent me a writing prompt, bless you), from the bottom of my heart: thank you. It has been genuinely incredible to share my love of this series with y'all, and I can only hope you have felt as glad of the experience as I have.

That's really all you need to know---that I'm glad to know you, in whatever sense that means. Thanks for sticking around c:

(and thanks to Cullen for scrambling my brain so thoroughly that I am still doing this a year later when I swore it was just going to be the one story lol)

Anyways! (she says, setting up the cake and candles and kazoos even though the room is otherwise empty)---

I was thinking about what to do for this anniversary that only I am keeping track of, and I decided (because of a trip I took when I was sixteen, which I originally recounted here, but which has no bearing on any of this so I cut it) that it would be funny to give my fics their own imaginary certificates. You know, like participation trophies. For my own entertainment (only a few though; there are twenty-three of them, and that's too many awards). Awards follow:

Best Punch: Your Fate for Mine; after I finished Trespasser the first time, I really wanted to deck Solas, so I let Cullen do it for me. It's the best one because it was the most satisfying to write C: (fun fact also: bless him, my husband proofread all the smut in this fic for accuracy lmao. special side award to my husband for being the best)

Best Kiss: Wander the Drifting Roads; nothing has yet felt as satisfying to me as Emma and Cullen kissing in the rain after all that time. I think about it Often. Also I wrote the first draft of this fic in roughly a week and a half---which is why it needed so much editing later :)

Most Persistent: To the Bone; because I swear to whatever higher power is out there, I tried so hard not to write a soulmate story but Salshira would not be stopped. In the end, I couldn't let the idea go and well, here we are.

Specialest Baby: Tidal Lock; because it is my special baby and the first fic I ever completed. I have a soft spot for it, and oddly enough it has the highest kudos: bookmarks ratio of my works at over half. It was extremely fun to write Cullen as a kid (he is soooo serious) and (for me) there's such a pleasant full-circle element to the narrative.

Best Smut: More than Memory; this one is my imaginary people's choice award, since it was received far and away the best of any smut I've written. I think, and it's just my intuition here, that it's on account of all the yearning. But maybe it's actually cus Cullen is, as always, a hot, hot mess C:

Hyperfocus Award: This one's a tie between Misericordia and Saccharine. As soon as I knew what to write for both of them, I achieved that beautiful state of not noticing the passage of time, anyone around me, the existence of my physical body, nor any of my pressing irl tasks. I wrote both of these in a delightful fog and then came back to it later as if seeing it for the first time. Extremely nice experience, 10/10, would recommend.

Blue Ribbon, Gold Star: A Golden Bell Hung In My Heart; this one gets a special extra award because I think it's probably the best thing I've written so far (at least from a technical standpoint, but it has a lot of my favorite elements, as well). It's one of the few for which I knew what I was trying to write when I set out to write it, and I think I achieved it unequivocally. Also, you know. Presents :)

Tumblr Ficlet Award: lol I am not picking only one. Here're my top three ficlets, based on how pleased with myself I felt when I initially typed them out: Lock and Key (I loooooove a good hurt/comfort), A Fool and His Gold (love yearning, too), and A Bond Beheld (because it includes that knight/liege thing that makes the Cullen romance so!!!).

For posterity: Unless I finish this short fenris/hawke piece open in the other tab, my final word count last year is 516,937 which is....a shocking amount. I probably won't surpass that this year, which is fine. I had no idea I had at least 450,000 words to say about Cullen, but hey, here we are.

That's it for this year---and I have no idea if I'll do this again next year---but thanks if you've read this far! I really wanted an excuse to think back on what I've written this year and have a little laugh to myself :) Have a good Thursday and...yeah. Thanks for reading!

#bleh #is it weird to give your fics lil awards? maybe #i don't care tho i will take my joys where i can find them #i was gonna do oc awards too but it felt mean-spirited #i love all of them #search your hands gets the honorable mention for dithering bc i had that bad boy mostly finished for six months #before i was encouraged to post it #i want to be clear: there's nothing wrong with soulmate fic or stories in general #obviously. i just thought there were too many out there already for me to write one also #briefly considered making a poll lmao but like lbr maybe five people have read all of these #that's a self-indulgent step too far #nb: by 'love of the series' i mean 'love of the framework of da which i have twisted and changed for my own ends' ofc #anyways damn that's a lot of tags if you've read my fic i adore you and i am offering a hug of your preferred level of intensity #no editing we die like kings (willfully ignorant of the wrongs we have committed upon the less fortunate)

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toffoliravioli · 2 years

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most important thing we learned from tonight is that auston matthews based his look off of an oompa loompa

#chill it with the self tanner bro #love you tho #its ok i can bully him he's a winner #he dont care what i got to say #auston matthews #nhl awards

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lordelmelloi2 · 1 year

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Would you mind if I'd vote you for the biggest waver fan in the fate awards? You were legitimately the first person coming to mind

There's a fate awards??? I wouldn't mind no but I'd better not get involved in it for my own safety if it's a twitter thing. But sure you can vote for me w/e

#usually those kinds of awards are a popularity contest and a ... very strange way to measure one's Enjoyment of a character #because it'll never actually measure the impact that a character has had on one's life #a lot of it is also about showing merch collections which imo is. tbh disrespectful kind of?#I always had a problem with the merch thing cause We Live In A Society and like ppl are poor and so showing off merch isn't really a good #gauge of whether someone's a fan or not #you can have all the merch in the world but if your interpretation is surface level and you don't care about other ppl then... well...#WELL generally. the idea is. please be smart about it #don't get yourself invested in it in the long run cause it's not a measure of self worth even if ppl act like it is

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pearlywritings · 23 days

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Intimacy records

synopsis: what kinds of horny stuff they have in their phones and which is the favorite?

pairing and characters: Aventurine, Blade, Boothill, Dr Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Loucha, Sampo, Sunday (separately) x fem!reader

tw: SMUT, established relationship (marriage/dating), consensual recording of lovemaking, nudes, oral, lingerie, fingering, masturbation, public sex, breast play, shibari/blindfold, sex machine, creampie

word count: 4.3k+ words

Aventurine

Undoubtedly this man has a whole separate folder for intimate stuff. Of course, he demands you send him something on a daily basis - doesn’t matter if it’s a quick snap of your choice of lingerie in the morning, or recordings of touching yourself - but never enough to cum, it’s his job. Naturally he loves having reminders of you being at his mercy - thus there are also videos of you both (with primarily established consent). All that to say - he has quite the collection, so it’s really hard to pick a favorite, the most desire-arising one.

Maybe it’s a category actually - self-made media created out of bet. Who’ll cum first? Can you keep going without tearing up from pleasure for longer than 10 minutes? Is he patient enough not to touch your sexy self, while you masturbate in front of him? Who is going to be louder this time? These kinds.

”I hope you are ready to lose,” your lover smirks, making himself comfortable between your legs. Camera floats a little, as you chuckle behind it. With a momentary adjustment, the focus is on his face again and he winks, before turning to trail a little path of kisses across your thigh. The image jumps, when he sucks on the skin, and slightly trembles as you let out a sigh. Then it’s firm, as Aventurine wraps his arms around your thighs, his nose teasingly rubbing against your clit. Suddenly there is a lick, then your breath hitches…. And then he buries his mouth into your pussy. It doesn’t take much time for the image to begin shaking wildly, almost matching your debauched noises. There is squelching, there are award-winning male moans, muffled by your heat, soon there is a hand, your hand, reaching down and grabbing his hair. Phone strangely angles, hardly supported by just one hand, until it falls camera down onto the shits. After that, there are just delicious screams of yours, chanting the name of your lover and begging him to stop, while he doesn’t listen, taking his reward for yet another win.

Yeah, he proved you can’t keep the camera focused while he is eating you out in that one. It’s truly a pity, that more than a half of what was going on, didn’t get recorded in image. Maybe next time you'll do better - oh... That's actually not a bad idea at all… Looks like you are in for another bet.

Blade

His situation is… quite peculiar. First of all, he has so little care for his own phone outside using it to get info for the mission, to the point ANYONE from the Stellaron Hunters can just take it and do whatever with it (Silver Wolf and Kafka practice it a lot). Even your relationship doesn’t change it much, he messages you rarely and quite shortly, preferring to save the conversation for personal interaction.

However recently, Kafka has been putting a plan into action - the first step of which was banning everyone from getting into his phone (herself excluded). Then she’d start sending her colleague an occasional picture of a set of lingerie she’s oh so sure would look wonderful on you. Blade never answers, but he doesn’t tell her off either, and by the snooping she knows that the pictures get bookmarked, the links for the shops she attaches are visited, and sums of money are being spent.

Oh, and by checking the chat… She knows you get them delivered. Does she text you to shower you with compliments? She does. At first it was a little embarrassing and you asked Blade if he could, maybe, pay better attention to his phone??? But soon, when your lover started showing the telltale signs of jealousy... It became pretty hot (plus praise from THE Kafka? Ego-boosting).

Blade doesn’t voice it, but more than seeing you all pretty for him, he loves seeing you ruined for him, and doesn’t complain when you ask him to take a picture with your phone of whatever part of you, focusing on the marks, or the torn crotch of your panties, or something alike… There are times when he would text you with a simple ‘send me pictures with torn stockings’ or ‘yesterday. open nipples bra. now’ , because he knows you have them, and you deliver, because you know he loves them.

Has his favorites:

Depicts your thighs, bitten and opened wide, while the black panties are pushed aside to let two thick, scar-covered fingers dive into your pussy.

Your body after one of the sessions - bra roughly pushed down under the mark-covered breasts, panties missing, one stocking still on the leg, but with multiple holes in it, and the other tying your wrists above your head.

A small video you insisted on recording of the man tugging onto your garter belt whenever he wanted your hips to push towards his thrust, threatening for the thin elastic material to snap.

Even though he doesn’t save them, he knows how to get an easy access to them, so for Blade it works quite fine (and Kafka’s plan does too, making Blade look less intimacy-repulsed and spicing up your relationship).

Boothill

A cyborg, whose only human part of the body is the head, and sex life… How can this be possible?

Oh, trust me, it can. Sure, his bodily reaction differs, but he still is excited to get nudes from you, finally able to express through the text what he really thinks with that foul mouth of his. A voice recording of you dirty talking to him? Awesome. A video? You can bet his engine is overheating and vents are whirring.

But in all honesty, the ones he truly loves and returns to are the recordings of him doing stuff to you. Call him self-conscious, it’s not like he can bite back with a swear, but the reminder that he can bring you pleasure even now is sometimes necessary.

The lights are intimately dimmed, not enough to bring the room into utter darkness. Two bodies are lying almost intertwined with your back turned to the camera. The metal arm of your lover has sneaked under your side and around your waist, fingers digging into the plush glob of your ass, tugging on it, to further the spread which is created by your leg thrown over his hip. Your pussy is perfectly presented to the camera, puffy and slick, with two gray plated fingers massaging it. Digits slide up and down your labia, occasionally staying on the clit, to rub tight circles on it and elicit some sweet moans out of you, only to return to their previous ministrations, dipping the tips juuust a little bit into the quivering hole. Your back arches and body deliciously shivers from the contrast of his cool and your heat, and you softly whine, when he releases your ass cheek to give it a spank and then grab it again, unwilling to let the sight of your cunt escape his phone’s camera. You whimper something, muffled by his chest, but he remembers by heart what you were begging for. ‘Please, put your mouth on me.’ He will, in a minute, but right now he pushes both fingers to the second knuckle in, making you jolt in his hold, but not letting you go anywhere.

It’s captivating, how his inhuman digits disappear and reappear with every thrust he makes; slick-covered they look shiny, as if you polished them, and the cyborg shudders, imagining your tongue running around them. That’s one dangerous video, he may just give in to his want to see you and abandon the mission he was assigned to…

Dr Veritas Ratio

Unsurprisingly, Veritas’ phone doesn’t contain that much stuff in general. Maybe some downloaded articles, notes to put down later, if he doesn’t have a piece of paper at the moment, and very few pictures, mainly of his writings on the chalkboard. Don’t be discouraged though, of course he has pictures of you. Some selfies you took after “borrowing” his phone and ones he doesn’t have a heart to delete (but he will scoff at you, should you decide to tease him), and some very well-thought images he took on his own accord - he needs reference for when he decides to let his mind rest from research and focus on sculpting.

And one might think that such a reserved and cold man will not entertain storing anything explicit on his phone. Well, he indeed does not have any pictures and videos saved - if he wants, he can either find what you sent him via your chat or just demand your assistance. However… There is something that strangely became his way of concentrating when doing his research…

”Oh! Mh- *thrust* Veri- ohmygod! *thrust*”

“Wait- Aaah! I can’t! I’m sore! MmmmMMM!” “No, you can and you will. Now hold still, I can’t eat you out if you keep thrashing around.” “Oh Aeons!”

*Slick sounds of you going down on him, gurgling and choking on his girth, occasionally gasping to catch your breath, only to have his cock buried in your throat again*

“Baaaby… I miss you so much… Can I come to your office? I promise to be good… Just need to cockwarm you - nothing else I swear. Let me keep you company pleeease. Imagine how nicely it'd be to have your cock buried in my pussy, while you are working… Need to help you with stress-relief, it's gonna feel so-so good.”

“Oh fuck, o-oh, love, I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I’mcumMIN-” “Ngh, s-so…tight…” “Aaaaaaah~!”

“Veritas Ratio, if you come home in ten minutes, I will give you a nice massage and then ride you damn cock, till the only thing you can think about is not your work, but me. If you fail to do so though… I wonder if my threat to use some toys instead will work. Just know that your wife is very mad. And horny.”

It doesn't matter if the audio was taken while you were intimate or it was something you sent to him and he saved - he thoroughly enjoys everything your voice has to offer to him. And if instead of concentrated it accidentally makes him horny - he'll just play the next one, while undoing his pants.

Gallagher

Oh, this man is a menace. And a huge ass-lover. His gallery is full of pictures of your booty: clothed, just panty-clad or bare. There are shots with your body clearly being bent, ass up and back covered in his load. Videos of him fucking you from behind, with cock sliding in and out of your pussy? Obviously. Recordings of it jiggling as he spanks you? Would’ve been strange if they weren’t there.

However, in that vast collection of his, there is a video that’s most peculiar - one might say scandalous. It was one of those nights when he took over the bar for Siobhan and you came over at some point, all enticing and so sexy in that little dress of yours… He could not resist taking you right there once the establishment was closed. And it got on security camera...

Moans so loud, that they are reaching the recording device, are still of the delicious kind. Your back is arched over the bar counter, arms lifted and wrists tied by none other but Gallagher’s wine-red tie, and held by his own hand for good measure. The front of your dress is pushed down, revealing your pretty breasts, jiggling with every thrust of the man’s hips, and the hem of it has ridden up, baring your stomach and mark-covered thighs. Your lover is barely unclothed, pants and boxers pushed down just enough to free his cock and the tie, obviously, missing. The hand that is not holding your wrists, is grabbing onto your leg, under the knee, lifting it for a better angle, and showing off a lewd detail - your black lace panties hanging on your shin. You are looking positively debauched, and he is no better, groaning and cursing, with an occasional exceptionally rough trust that makes you scream and whine. There are teeth-gritted ‘slut’s and huskily chuckled ‘bad girl’s with your pleading ‘sir’s and ‘Gal’s, all of that deliciously seasoned with the clapping of the wet skin colliding. But nothing beats the moment of you cumming, depicted by no less than three cameras from all of the hottest angles…

Of course this footage was ‘confiscated’ by him with some dumb excuse for Siobhan (he doubts she believed it, given the knowing look and shit-eating grin she gave him), with all traces destroyed except just one copy thoroughly hidden on his phone. He thinks you two should repeat that - this time, however, he’d love to bend you over the counter with your back facing him…

Gepard Landau

Gepard would die if someone took his phone and got into his gallery. Poor man has to change the password weekly to throw Serval off his case (she was only teasing, but that made her brother paranoid). There is a reason for such behavior - while he is way too sweet and gentlemanly to suggest making sexy pics or, Supreme Guardian forgive, videos, he can't help but to be too whipped for you.

This man dutifully saves every single photo and video of yours - nudes included.

You don't send them very often - you don't want to kill your darling husband. But sometimes the yearning is unbearable, and there is a suffocating need to show Gepard what he is missing while away on duty (you always leave a warning message though, so he could check it while alone and undisturbed).

No matter how red and embarrassed he gets, the man timidly admits that he enjoys this kind of attention. He is not beyond the earthly pleasures - he too has a favorite theme, that recently became more present in what you send him…

At first you looked so absolutely cute and domestic with his huge sweater on, the one you personally knitted for him - the beginning of the video didn’t look all that different from the photos you sent him just minutes before. But soon it becomes clear why you asked if he was alone, because once you position the phone and climb onto the bed, your full attire gets revealed. White stockings are replacing your usual home pants, and as your fingers grab the hem of the sweater and tug it up, the white panties from a matching set start peaking. The view is both pure and alluring, with the way your legs are spreading wide, and the sweater being pushed further up, baring your braless breasts. The hem gets secured between your teeth and both hands teasingly run down your sides, index fingers drawing circles around the tits, before squeezing them; as one remains right there, the other slowly slides down your stomach, disappearing under the hem of those flimsy panties. Imagination paints wild images - every next is hotter than the previous, and only your muffled moans of his name and rapidly rising chest are indicators of how good you feel with fingers pushing in and out of your pussy. And that damn sweater… You are not taking it off.

The Captain of the Silvermane Guards has one guilty pleasure - you, wearing his clothes. Domesticity, longing, finding comfort in something of his touches his heart and heightens his love and desire for you, almost making him consider taking a regular day off.

Jing Yuan

This man literally worships the ground his wife is walking on, so OF COURSE he wants to have as many pictures and videos of you as possible. It gets so boring and lonely when he is at work, after all. But don’t be fooled by his sweet and innocent smile, there are not only cute shots of you both or just you, he has sexy stuff too.

Man is obsessed with your chest. It’s his favorite pillow (thus so many pictures of him snuggling his face right between your breasts), his best stress-relief (photos and short videos of his big veiny hands cupping and squeezing your girls, with an occasional swipe of the thumbs over the erect nipples), his favorite place to leave marks on (no one can see them under the clothes, but just one tug of his finger on your collar and he is met with a delicious sight. Plus the photos he asks to send occasionally).

Loves, loves, loves, purchasing lingerie for you and when you demonstrate your bra-clad tits. He immediately wants them in his face, but there is the phone screen keeping him away.

But oh does he love recordings of playing with them.

Your body is steadily bouncing on your husband’s lap, creating a beautiful melody of skin slapping against skin. There is an occasional peak of his thick cock, covered in your juices, that immediately disappears again, undoubtedly swallowed by your pussy. One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, supporting you, while the other hand is palming at your left breast. The right one has fallen victim to his eager mouth, lips wrapped around the nipple, sucking on it tenderly, tongue toying with the overstimulated nub. His eyes are half-lidded when he looks up at you, moaning around your breast, when you tug on his luscious locks, trying to push him away, to give you a small rest. He is drawing back indeed, planting a soft kiss to the valley between the jiggling globes, and you sigh in relief, deceived by his affectionate action. Only for you back to arch and mouth hang in a loud moan, when Jing Yuan brings your other breast to his awaiting tongue, dropping both hands to your hips to aid you in speeding up your riding, sensing your nearing orgasm.

Maybe next time you should try recording him making you cum by playing with your chest only… Ah, just the thought makes his cock swell.

Loucha

As much as Loucha enjoys your company and more often than not allows you to accompany him in his journeys, there are times when he can’t take you with him. Which means he leaves for weeks, or sometimes a couple of months, going through the days without a single touch from you. Before getting into a relationship with you, he could survive without intimacy just fine, but now, since he knows the taste of affection and being spoiled by you, it’s getting hard.

That’s when recordings on his phone come in handy, especially when there is no opportunity of a video call to indulge. And there is one he most frequently returns to…

Your chest is rising and falling, pretty breasts with perky nipples brought together by a wrap of a rope. Red and purple marks bloom on your skin akin flowers, some fresh, some from days before. Sweat shines on your hot skin, indicating just for how long the blonde has been torturing you with pleasure and denial. There is a small shake of the video, as your lover is establishing his phone, having just started the recording, and softly making you aware of how good you look - you wouldn’t know with that blindfold covering your eyes. Once the angle is perfect - capturing your arms, tied above the head, the arch of your back and thighs pushed together for stimulation, the man is joining you on the bed. It is cock-hardening, how you lift your head to find his lips, when you sense him leaning down, needily allowing him to indulge in a kiss before the game of orgasm denial continues. His hand meanwhile is creeping down your body, starting with caressing your cheek, fingers sliding down your neck, over the swell of your breast, thumb pushing against the nipple, eliciting a moan out of you right into his mouth, and then palm splaying on your stomach, traveling even lower, before it disappears between your thighs.

Loucha is a man of foreplay. There is nothing more satisfying to him, than indulging into your body before sinking his cock into your warmth. He loves making you squirm, completely at his mercy, drawing you right to the edge, and then denying you the sweet release, just to make you yearn, just to stretch the process out.

Sampo Koski

Sampo is nasty and that is not a secret. I am sure, if you were up for it, he’d suggest filming porn just for the giggles (and extra cash, come on, you both are fucking hot). There are teasing nudes and intimate videos, and it’s not a rare occasion of either of you texting the other with some found porn with a caption ‘let’s try it?’ and you do, frequently recording the process to compare later, and claiming that your performance is better.

However, sometimes it tends to not go according to the script (not like you usually have one). Sampo is chaotic and it’s not hard to lose focus with a lover like him, and these exact moments are Koski’s favorite. Despite being a Masked Fool, during these times he himself looks so sincere, it’s as unnerving, as it is exciting. Rewatching such videos and seeing how you mirror the look in his eyes, giggle with him, even crack a joke, all without ruining the mood - makes him believe he’s found his soulmate (and if you did film porn with him, he’d never share this level of intimacy with your viewers, it solely belongs to you two).

You are giggling, shaking your head with a wide smile, all the while lying on your stomach between his toned mark-covered thighs and leisurely fisting his hard, leaking cock with an angrily red tip.

‘Sampo, please, be a little serious, we are trying to be sexy here.’

‘We are sexy! What’s not hot in shaping my and your pubic hairs into the lips?? They could kiss, when we fuck!’

‘You are unbelievable,’ you snort, trying to save the last bits of your composure, and leaning forward to mouth at his tight balls. This makes your lover pornographically (how ironic) moan, throwing his head back.

‘Mmm, yes, right there~ Oooh… If am soooo unbelievable, it must mean I am dreamy? How about I bring you to a Penacony, to a Dreamscape? I bet in your dream I’d be as good in bed as I am in reality.’

Your resolve snaps and you burst out laughing, letting go of his sack and pressing your face to his thigh, shaking, dropping the hand from around his cock. Sampo whines.

‘Come ooooon, I was so close!’

‘Shu-ah-ha-t-ah-uh-p,’ you manage through your laughter. The man pouts, but the gaze of mint green is summer-warm as he is looking down at your trembling form. Your voice is pretty, your cackles are pretty, and oh damn he is laughing too.

And these are just the first few minutes of the last video, the thing has a duration of half an hour, so, obviously, you didn’t stop there. That’s what Sampo Koski loves - no matter how cringe you become, it’s never a reason to stop the whole process. If anything it’s something to spark an even longer and intimacy-filled one.

Sunday

Keeping personal stuff on his phone is quite dangerous, given Sunday’s position. That’s why he owns two phones - his work one, and one to mainly contact you, his sister, and a small circle of the most trusted people. He is extremely good at handling the owning of two separate devices, never mistaking one for another, that people are often convinced he has only one.

But it’s his personal cellphone that interests us. Oh, does he have a whole collection of photos and videos of you, one folder in particular hidden just for good measure. Sunday is a collected and regal man, yet it doesn’t mean he has a hard time enjoying your teasing. Quite contrary, sometimes he welcomes it, loving the photos you send him from an outing, shopping for clothes, or better yet, lingerie, sending him multiple shots of different sets and asking him which he loves most, and which he’d like to see on you tonight.

There are videos too, especially when he’s been extremely busy, and you are oh so needy, sending him short recordings of touching yourself, sighing out his name, begging him to come and help you. However, there is one he particularly likes…

Big silicone cock is being pushed in and out by the machine he purchased for you to quell your need when your husband can’t be there for you. You are on your stomach, with hips slightly raised and pushed backwards, chasing the toy, and he can see the perfect outline of your pussy, outer lips swollen and puffy, covered in a sticky substance, opening and constricting in attempts to accommodate the girth. Your moans are sweet, so-so sweet, hitting a high pitch, when the dildo falls out and a thick glob of cum substitute escapes your pussy. And then another, and another, messing your thighs even more, ruining the towel underneath you. Yet you don’t stop, reaching behind, and pushing the tip back into your tight warmth, making the toy pick its pace again. It’s squelching, it’s so dirty, but it’s so hard to look away. You give yourself creampie, after creampie, sometimes stopping to collect the substance and push it inside with your digits, fingering, moaning and whining for your husband, wishing it’s his cum sploshing between your walls, breeding you.

Yes, it’s his favorite, almost 4-minute video. Ever the neat freak, he can’t deny you look heavenly when ruined, on an equally ruined bed, begging for his attention and semen. You have to forget about the machine for some time, however, because since then Sunday has been truly devoted to breeding you.

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