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freshfraise · 1 year

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hiii i would love if you cpuld write something about pool sex with richarlison

FULL OF SURPRISES

pairing: richarlison x reader

summary: Y/N is lavishly flown to Qatar to accompany her industrious boyfriend in the World Cup. When Richarlison finally manages to get an evening off his busy schedule, he makes sure not to waste a second more away from his solicitous girlfriend, whose mind is occupied by one shameless scenario. Him, her and their massive private pool.

author’s note: (part 2) how is it possible to fall in love with someone i wrote? enjoy :) + apologies for any bad portuguese

My boyfriend was hot. I always knew that and now, everybody else did too. Ever since the World cup started, Richarlison was fostering an unbelievable amount of attention from women and girls across the world, and not only just for his looks but for his prodigious football skills, which consequently made him even hotter. Attractive and great at his profession? It was simply too much for me to handle. I was conflicted. Ever since we landed in Qatar, Richarlison has been fully committed to training and preparing himself for his upcoming games. Although I was so proud, I was becoming restless, dangerously restless. Laying around in this opulent hotel room surprisingly got boring very quickly, as there wasn’t that much I could do without compromising my safety and being bombarded by the paparazzi stationed outside the hotel.

I hated being needy, but my needs slowly began to become uncontrollable. Realising the match against Serbia was in a couple hours, I decided to text him and make a deal.

From Me.

“score for me tonight, and i’ll give you my own special celebration at the hotel?”

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

“Bebê…”

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

Obrigado pela pressão!! 🙄 (Thank you for the pressure.) Now I have to score, I will never forgive myself If I don’t

From Me.

then you know what you have to do ;) good luck amor, eu te amo xx

From Meu coração (Richarlison)

Eu te amo mais, até breve (I love you more, see you soon)

I smile at myself, successfully managing to get a night alone with him. My mind went crazy at the amount of things we could do tonight, making up for all that lost time. Eventually, the game came around and I was elated. Our seats were close to the match, so I made sure to give him a sweet reminder of our deal tonight. I decided to press my curls spontaneously, giving me a silky jet black look. My hair was parted in the middle, and stopped at the cuff of my Brazil jersey. I felt ready.

Before I even realised, it was already 1 - 0 to Brazil, scored by the man himself, Richarlison. I smiled to myself as he pointed to me in the stands, nobody other than us knowing what this meant for our evening plans. Within minutes, the ball was assisted to Richarlison before he kicked it back up in the air, moved his legs in a pedalling motion and struck the ball in midair. I jumped up, as his goal hit the back of the net. I yelled, jumping up and down at his phenomenal goal with the whole stadium essentially shaking in astonishment. Goosebumps pricked my skin, as he ran around the pitch, before he stopped at my section, held up two fingers whilst mouthing to me “Dupla surpresa?”(Double surprise?) and then got bombarded by his teammates as they collided into him in celebration. I rolled my eyes at his understandable cockiness and bit my lip instinctually, feeling more attracted to him than ever.

Eventually, the match ended and I essentially ran back to the hotel, getting ready for tonight. I pull out my phone as I walk into the elevator, going up to the suite, and decide to send him an update.

From Me.

well done meu amor, meet me in the pool tonight..

I pulled my black bikini on and put my hair up into a sleek bun with a couple strands out to frame my face, with a faint red lip on. The pool faced the city, with a massive glass window on one side, showing both tall palm trees and ingenious skyscrapers. The pool lights illuminated the place and left the area extremely dim, as the sun set hours ago. He peeks out of the corner, and I’m greeted with an extravagant amount of red roses. A grin is plastered on my face as the bouquet is so large that it covers his face. I push the roses down so I can see him, as he tells me, “Para você, minha princesa.” (For you, my princess.) I lean forward and smell them, my smile growing larger at the fresh sweet smell of red roses. I take them, and gently place them on a table behind me before I practically pounce on my boyfriend. I jumped on him, my legs tightly wrapped around his waist and my hands tangled up in his hair. I whisper a phrase of gratitude, genuinely thankful of his surprising choice with the red roses. They were gorgeous.

#richarlison imagine #richarlison #richarlison one shot #football #football imagines #imagines #brazil #brazil football #richarlison smut #oneshot #football fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #brazil vs serbia #neymar jr #footballer #fifa world cup #world cup

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swayziiwriter · 9 months

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Restricted | Pablo Gavi

summary: Pablo teasing you to no ends and restricting your body from coming undone until he thinks you deserve it.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

Although the room is cool, arousal is igniting your bodies. By the way, you're completely naked, and Pablo only has a pair of tight briefs that strain his rock-solid cock. It would be an understatement to say that you can only see the outline of it. You could have sworn that at least three times vou saw it twitch.

His tongue has been dipping in and out of your wet hole for the better part of fifteen minutes, the majority of his mouth is focused on your increasingly sensitive clit, with every muscle working hard to suck, tease, and kiss the bundle of nerves.

You haven't been given the endowment of even one climax in those twenty minutes in any case, the solicitations coming from your beau's enlarged and pussy juice-covered lips demanding you not let go right now and on the off chance that you can hang on now.

Pablo's tongue laps progressively quicker as the seconds pass, your eyes nearly getting wetter than your splashed twat over how out of line he's at this moment. The screams coming out of your mouth are already getting even more frantic as you uncontrollably tug at his dark ringlets of hair.

"Fuck, Pablo, please," you prolong the last syllable of that supplication to show that you are so frantic to complete all around his full lips and gifted tongue, spine bending much more trying to make him adjust his perspective; change everything he has planned and just let you rub your cum on his chin and mouth.

You can't understand how he can stop eating out your pulsating cunt and leave you unfulfilled so easily as his lips pull away from you before his large hands bring your shaking legs together. You let out a secret whine of frustration from your throat.

Pablo gets up and sits on the sofa right next to you, feet firmly planted on the wooden floor, biting his bottom lip to keep from smirking.

"I promised that I would make all of the teasing worthwhile, mi amor?"

When you lay your palms on his chest and kiss back with all the misplaced fervour you'd lost while chasing a high that never came from when his lips were lower down your body, he leans in to plant a small kiss on your pouting lips, unintentionally deepening it. Your own lips parted a little to produce breathy moans as you whine against his soft mouth. Before he takes your mouth in his again and the two of you are now passionately making out on the couch.

Pablo partially gapes his mouth while taking in all the sounds and sighs emanating from your throat. Pablo pulls away from you before you can get carried away in each other's wandering hands, leaving a final kiss on your flustered face. "Ven y quédate aquí mi amor."

He spreads his legs and taps his left thigh, the one nearest to you, and you randomly turn over in sheer urgency, the possibility of your wetness on his uncovered skin making a scrumptiously expecting to feel in the lower part of your stomach.

As you hover over his thigh, Pablo can experience the intensity of your pussy from inches away, swallowing at the manner in which your breathing gets shakier before you position yourself on his conditioned muscle with a fulfilled moan.

He calls you a "good girl" as you put both of your hands on his shoulders to secure yourself. His hands then grab you by the hips and hold you in place. "Want to ride me bebe? ride my thigh until you get the recognition you deserve for being my good girl?" You clench down on his warm skin as a result of his vehement words. You haven't done this previously not set in stone to put on an act for Pablo and to partake in the prizes of a very much anticipated climax at long last.

You give him a hasty nod and shift all of your weight onto your hands and, consequently, his shoulders. You then slightly raise your body before coming back down on him, making a shameless moan when your cunt touches his thigh.

"Yes, Pablo," you whimper out, hips shaking to run your dangerous center all over him. Your own arousal and his earlier spit help to smooth out your gyrating movements, which only make you move harder and faster on your lover's thigh.

Pablo tells you, "You're doing such a good job, sweetheart, fuck," as he guides you away from him. The slickness of your pussy has enraged him beyond comprehension. Still, you're making a mess, aren't you?” He examines the skin on his left thigh, which is now glistening with your juices, from below. You whine even more, panting into his lip parting, but you don't move your eyes from his face. Fuck, Pablo you feel better."

He grasps onto your hips harder, certainly leaving an injury really taking shape, yet you couldn't care less, the sensation of his strong thigh so radiant under your doused folds.

"You close, bebé? Let me help you," Pablo is now pounding you against him, almost causing you to lunge at him with your entire body. Again, you don't mind because the sensation is so good that the pretty image of his gritted teeth and dark furrowed brows makes your brain feel dizzy. The spectacle below you and in front of you makes your clit throb.

He is now whining, his voice becoming ever so slightly higher, "want you to cum on my thigh, darling, need you to cum on my thigh." "Let go of me, angel, you deserve it, baby girl; cum all over me." He puts the very tip of his thumb over your clit, and the contrast of the friction against the wet squelches of your cunt rubbing on him makes you almost scream.

You whine, "Pablo fuck, i'm so close, please," not knowing what you're really requesting because Pablo is giving you his all, with his head down and his lips now on your left nipple, sucking and swirling it with his tongue to fuel the journey to your orgasm.

The sounds of your sopping cunt and your lover's quiet groans warm the air around you as your meowing and moaning get louder. Before he can align his face with yours, Pablo pops his mouth off your tit.

"Cum for me, mi amor" he coos, hands now at your midsection to get a more focused control of your quickly moving body. "Haven't you sweetheart, been working so hard and so good for me, my bebé deserves to cum?" He abruptly flexes his thigh, the muscle appearing to have the potential to almost penetrate you.

The coil in your lower stomach snaps as a result. The exhilarating sensation extends all the way to your weeping pussy, where you make an unholy mess on Pablo's thigh, spilling your cum onto his warm skin.

Before Pablo can catch it with his mouth, you let out a belter of a scream that almost sounds like anguish. His tongue slips in to cradle yours as your moans get smaller and smaller before leaving his lips. pussy currently grasping on him, he increases the kiss, directing you to set down on the couch as he adjusts on top of you, hands actually fastened on the shape of your abdomen, yours presently snared around his neck.

His mouth is as hardworking as ever right now, dancing against yours in a heatedly sweet manner, and your aching legs instinctively wrap around him. Although neither of you wanted to, it feels like hours before you both pull away for air. Pablo leaves a sincerely profound kiss all the rage prior to maneuvering his face up to investigate your eyes.

"So pretty for me, bebé" he mutters, dropping down to leave kisses on your neck as you make a move to gasp out the impacts of your climax and pause and rest at last. "Always so perfect for me." You experience his cock twitch, becoming hard once more. This time on your inner thigh. You're not completely exhausted, you think.

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see-arcane · 6 months

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What horror movies would each of the crew enjoy? Who dislikes them?

Mina is at the front of the line for scary stories and horror movies alike. She's a bit of a classic ghost story fiend, so the original The Haunting and The Innocents would be her top picks. She'll also re-watch adaptations of M.R. James' ghost stories every December.

Jonathan may have a soft spot for Shakespeare's theatric scares, but straight horror is not for him. The closest he'll come is the type of 'horror' that really amounts to a romance with scary elements painted over it. He knows it doesn't count, but he quite likes The Shape of Water and, he will very hesitantly admit, Only Lovers Left Alive.

Lucy also doesn't consider herself a big horror fan, but will make exceptions for juicy character dramas dipped in corn syrup blood. She considers The Craft a favorite and--so long as she isn't watching it alone--Carrie.

Jack pretends Psycho is his favorite for Classic Cinema Appreciation cred. It's really Ex Machina. No comment.

Arthur is just Not a Fan of Horror. Full stop. His eyes water every time the pet inevitably gets killed off. He cries outright over sympathetic monster stories. Anything more harrowing than a stop-motion Henry Selick flick will have him hiding behind a pillow, and even then he needs to have someone's hand to hold. (The Rhino in James and the Giant Peach gave him nightmares for a week.)

Quincey isn't really a movie guy, period. He is sadly one of those types to hear rave reviews of such-and-such movie or series, swear he'll check it out, and then immediately forget or ignore it into oblivion. The one exception was Jordan Peele's Nope, which Jack and Arthur herded him into. They all thought it was just a sci-fi modern western-adventure movie. Jack staggered out of the theater afterward. Arthur just passed out. Quincey saw it two more times in the theater and now watches it at least once a month at home.

Van Helsing is also not much of a movie guy, but will watch Invasion of the Body Snatchers (1978) and The Thing (1982) around Halloween. A bit of a masochistic selection, considering the subject matter, but the stories are too well-done to let the 'conscripting body horror' of it all overwhelm him.

Renfield is fond of telling Jack his favorite is Silence of the Lambs--no guesses why--but if he's being honest, he's a shameless sucker for the type of escapist monster media where the protagonist goes 'Oh no! I've been bitten/cursed/otherwise transformed into a supernatural super-powerful-cool monster who kills all their problems away! Oh nooo~' ...But then, he doesn't consider any of these horror movies. Honest answer? The Fly (1986). He'll never say why.

BONUS:

Dracula watches 30 Days of Night whenever he needs a laugh. He'll binge the entire Hannibal series in...other moods. His roommates know to avoid him when he brings out that particular box set and to pointedly Not Mention a certain soliciting someone for the duration.

The Weird Sisters watch fun old romps like Audition, Fatal Attraction, and both versions of Suspiria for a cozy evening. They only watch The Hunger (1983) when they're feeling maudlin.

#in which the Dracula cast go to the movies #mina harker #jonathan harker #jack seward #arthur holmwood #arthur godalming #quincey morris #lucy westenra #abraham van helsing #r.m. renfield #brides of dracula #the weird sisters #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily

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imaginedreamwrite · 11 months

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Reader who's in need of some extra love in her life somehow ends up in a triad with her neighbors Johnny and Curtis. She now gets all the love she wanted and even more

A bag dropped in front of you, the smell of deep frying and salt hit your nose and before you could even reach for the top, a hand settled on the back of your neck. Johnny leaned over and kissed your cheek, the affectionate exchange lingering and a smirk toying at his lips as he settled in the chair beside you.

“Late night studying? Why don’t you go home?”

“Not everyone has a family safe full to the tits of gold to rely on.” You finally pushed him off of you, effectively reaching for the bag that he had given you, unfolding the top to see one of your favourites from the cheap diner off campus.

“Good game, Johnny?” You lifted the container of fries from the bag and set it on the desk, ripping the folds apart as your stomach grumbled angrily.

“Better than expected, babe.” Johnny was shameless, leaning against the desk as he stole one of your fries and held it to your lips, waiting for you to bite down. “Have you been eating?”

“Yes daddy,” you rolled your eyes and scoffed, the comment adding tension between yourself and Johnny, a solicitous purr rolling off his tongue.

“Say it again, baby. I love how that sounds.” He leaned in, cupped your chin in his hand to hold your gaze steady.

With your eyes locked and his lips almost brushing against yours, electricity pulsing between you. There was almost nothing that could keep you apart, keep you from kissing him in the middle of library.

“Say it,” one hand was steady against the back of your neck, the other rested on your waist, “come on-”

“You’re not allowed to fuck on the tables, Storm.” Curtis’ voice cut through the air, his presence alluding to an interruption that was necessary before you were caught by someone else.

“You’ve tried?” Johnny pulled away with a soft hiss, turning to look at the third of your relationship.

If Johnny was the epitome of a rich-boy athlete then Curtis was the picture of a craftsman who would spend his life working with his hands. Though he was in university taking a few carpentry classes, Curtis was on the cusp of leaving entirely to start his own business.

Curtis & Johnny couldn’t be more different and yet the catatonic chemistry between the three of you was unwavering. Curtis & Johnny were as driven to fuck each other mad as they were you.

“We’ve done more than you have.” Curtis stepped around Johnny to stand by you, stooping low to kiss the top of your head. “Eat, sunshine. You haven’t had much today.”

“Okay, boss.” You grinned and looked up at him, revelling under the attention of two dominative men. “Whatever you say.”

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cartograffiti · 1 year

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Queen's Thief Weird the Tag: a fanart & fanfiction challenge

This is a low-pressure new event designed to push people to put out Queen's Thief content that's off the beaten path. "Weird" as in tropey fun, headcanons, crack, rarepairs, experiments with format, things you're psyching yourself out of creating... It's an homage to the spirit of Megan Whalen Turner's mole god and remarks on the value of making "bad art." It's also a shameless attempt to solicit more silliness--did you know we only have 2 coffee shop aus out of more than 1000 fics?

To participate, you can submit works to the collection linked above. Sign-ups are not required. Fics spoiling Moira's Pen are welcome and encouraged.

Collection opens: January 22 Feb 28 due date & collection goes live for reading March 7 author reveals

Rules, additional details, and a link to a large doc of suggested prompts (thanks The Geninsula community on Discord!) can be found in the collection profile via the link.

#Queen's Thief #The Queen's Thief #QT #Megan Whalen Turner #MWT #fanart events #fanfiction events

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bcbparty · 7 months

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BCBTOBER 2023 IS HERE!

We solicited prompts from the discord for fun art prompts for October! Whatever kind of art you do - quilting, collage, charcoal, poetry, dance, watercolors, etc - we hope you are inspired to get in there any make something.

Don't forget to tag us or use the hashtag #BCBPTOBER so we can see and share your COOL ASS ART.

Here is the full list as a spreadsheet.

And here it is as a list:

Fall fashion

Catboy Janni

"you've got this, right?"

Flashbacks

Favorite NPC

Shameless Shipping

Doot Doot! Animal Friends

Pantheon/Demigods

Triple Threat Patty

Cyberpunk

Ren Faire

Meanwhile, in the background

"Uh Oh"

Slumber Party

Weapons

Detective Zelf

"I don't even know any babies!"

BCBP: the video game

The other Time Loops

Magical girls (and boys)

BCBProm!

Alter Egos

Tarot Astra

"It's written in the stars!"

Beach Episode

Food Crimes

Gender-Swapped

Gourd Illustrations

Halloween costumes

Monsters

How it started/how it's going

#bcbparty #bcbptober #burnt cook book party #art #drawtober #inktober #inktober2023

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themarginalthinker · 7 months

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Michael gets himself stuck in a wall while exploring the cave, and solicits help from the boys. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

shameless 15 pages of pwp of Michael and poly boys. We hope you enjoy.

#the lost boys #michael/poly boys #pwp #we don't normally write this sort of thing #and I was anticipating it taking longer to cap off #I guess it was closer to being done than I thought #here you are then

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britts-galaxy-brain · 1 year

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So I just saw The Post. Good fucking lord. ALL of it is bullshit. I'm almost impressed at how shameless of a liar Lily is.

- Nobody has brought up Scars. The fics that are brought up are the Stockholm series, and the short that was written under Alchorative before that (A Mother's Love, A Daughter's Passion).

- The FireRose thing was ALL Lily. Nobody was pressuring her into shit. She was the one doing the pressuring.

- Lily took advantage of Patch's financial and mental situation to get them to draw zoophile art. She's also openly posted zoophile fantasies on her Tumblr for people to respond to.

- See the "cybergrooming" posts.

- See every recorded Twitch stream of her and Lizzy, Lizzy's testimony, and how she is with Mikhaila.

- She wasn't abused by Lizzy, she suicide-baited as a last ditch effort to control the situation. Which then led to Lizzy calling in a welfare check, which Lily has twisted into a "swatting".

- Lily once again admits to coercing me. I have a ton of screenshots of telling both her and her sockpuppet that I was extremely uncomfortable and not interested in being sexual with her, only to be pressured and guilt tripped into it on multiple occasions. The reason I used to question her motive for coming out was due to the fact that she went from transphobic to entertaining the idea as soon as she thought there was a possibility of lesbians being attracted to her.

- No idea where that even came from. As far as I know, nobody has brought anything like that up.

- Also no idea wtf she's talking about here.

- This was the Opal situation. It wasn't "harmful", Lily just didn't like the proportions and threw a fit.

- As far as I know, nobody has insinuated that Mikhaila has been groomed. Ginger, on the other hand, was in her discord as a minor and started dating Lily when she was of legal age.

- This was the response to her playing with the idea of Rey committing suicide after Aliana dies. Not whatever she's trying to bullshit here.

- Flashing your tits at random and soliciting sexual encounters from your audience isn't anywhere near Family Guy. Good gods you're bad at this.

- The Rebecca Sugar thing has been gone over with a fine-toothed comb and she's still pathologically lying about it.

- She doesn't talk about Big Bang Theory because she likes it. Seems like she takes any form of disagreement as "harassment".

- Nobody has said this. They've said she's fetishist about it at worst and willfully ignorant at best.

- Lily has never been a sex worker. I knew her when she was 18 and fell out with her around the time she came out on her channel. This is a bold-faced lie.

- I can't say much about this one since I'm not black, but I'm inclined to believe the black people who have called her out for this.

- She's had way more than "a few slip ups". She just can't wrap her head around racism that isn't just throwing slurs and being overtly violent about it.

- EOT isn't right-wing. This is a good example of "othering". Lily knows Ethel isn't right-wing and is knowingly lying to manipulate her audience.

- It's fine not to like the word "queer". What's not fine is to attack people who choose to use it as a self-descriptor, nor is it okay to hypocritically call trans people you don't like "tenderqueers" after going on about how bad of a slur you think it is.

- Nobody said she's faking her ethnicity. We said she's being extremely disrespectful toward the culture she's claiming.

- She is brownfacing. I've seen her on video chats often enough to know that she is just as pale as me, and most of my heritage is Scots-Irish, German, British, and Welsh. She even went as far as to change the color of her old Zero Punctuation sprite from white to brown.

- Nobody said she hates Japanese people in general. We've said she has a lot of ignorant opinions she refuses to address that come off as racist.

- Not much to say about this one. It's fine to not like anime. It's utterly brain-dead to act like such a broad genre can be lumped together the way she is.

- See my post linking Alchorative, Lily, and Tara together. There were three accounts total. One on e621 under the name Alchorative, that was active since 2017. The other two were on SankakuComplex under the names Alchorative and EbaraTara. Both accounts on Sankaku were deleted as soon as they were discovered and she went into damage control.

- No idea wtf she's talking about regarding the last two.

#lily peet #peet post #lily orchard #response #gaslighting #tara callie #there's so much brazen lying here #how do you live like this

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hellfireconfessions · 4 months

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I was a member of HellFire a few years back. Here’s my experience with them! Wolftahs. Enough said in THAT regard lmao. When I was playing on Sucho with a mate, we were hunted by 4 utahs which according to their own fear list, shouldn’t have been allowed. So we end up killing one and they back off then run back and start eating from our body lmao, we 3 call them off and they contest, one of them ends up tailriding my partner and gets waffle stomped by me after about 7 bites. We made a report and thought nothing of it! Well gues what two fucks claimed the report. The Utahs that broke fear rules and tailrode were staff. They claimed the ticket and were very confrontational about it, when we asked for a different staff member to deal with this ticket, like a robot they both said “No, you can have us” I forget their names as it was a while ago. We had video evidence, not just replays from both me and my partners POV, guess what! We got a moderation and a strike for “accepting a contest at 3rd screen” and for “attempting to undermine staff members” and the staff members quickly closed the ticket after that. When I went to talk to upper staff about it, Polar told me they would look into it and then blocked me after the fact. Now let’s talk about DemonTheDead. They are not 14. They are 25, 26 now most likely. I’m in an amazing server called Isla Antigua (shameless plug cough) and we had to make a whole ass rule because of Demon. They wanted a furry Carno (this is on Evrima by the way) now I myself have no problems with that when I first heard it, then they said they wanted it to have fur…and quills. Yeah, then we had to make a rule that your mutations need a scientific name, and no fanon mutations like leopard mutations. Now what they’ve done to me. They refused to believe my actual age was 19 and thought I was 14-15 why were you, a 25 year old, ok with being friends and make weird comments to what you thought was a 14 year old? No clue. They eventually got banned on Isla Antigua for soliciting minors not only from Hellfire, but from Antigua. It was a well known player who they chose to harass. Demon, if you stalk this thread, please understand that you are one of the lowest of the low. You will never find redemption from anyone who knows you. And I hope you realize you will never be in a safe server again so long as anyone you used to know is there. Anyway here’s the invite to Isla Antigua!! https://discord.gg/islaantigua

#submission #demonthedead

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incendavery · 9 days

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'tis the season!✨️

visit my patreon before the end of april to grab this sticker!

#shameless solicitation #patreon rewards #morris dancing

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mightyflamethrower · 8 months

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What shameless act or felonious activity was not evidenced on Hunter Biden's laptop? Racist attitudes toward Asians? Soliciting prostitution? Felonious use of drugs? Photographed nudity and perverse sex? Admissions to illicit foreign shakedowns?

Hunter accused his father, President Joe Biden, of also being on the foreign take: "I hope you all can do what I did and pay for everything for this entire family... Unlike Pop, I won't make you give me half your salary."

Hunter's alleged felonies range from bribery to tax evasion. That he has not yet been prosecuted for anything is scandalous. His exemption is attributable only to Attorney General Merrick Garland's likely weaponized directives to federal prosecutors to downgrade or forget altogether felony charges against Hunter.

So, given such wild behavior, why would Hunter not tone it down, stop the global grifting, cease the reckless behavior -- and quit redirecting attention to the likely illegal acts of his father, the president?

Why did he not just settle the child support suit filed by his paramour, Lunden Roberts? Why haggle over money for his own daughter?

Hunter instead outrageously claimed near poverty. That excuse was hilarious, given he flies on private jets and pays nearly $16,000 a month to rent a house in tony, celebrity-ridden Malibu.

Why did Hunter ever get involved with a performance stripper in the first place after his past widely publicized liaisons with prostitutes? Why also with his own widowed sister-in-law?

Given Hunter has little or no experience or training in high-stakes international finance and investment -- and thus has no market value as an investor or broker. But he was infamous for translating that nothingness into millions in lucre due solely to his ability to monetize the influence of then-Vice President Joe Biden.

So why now, when under 24/7 scrutiny, would Hunter dare recreate himself as an "artist" by blowing through straws in his mouth?

His amateurish canvasses somehow have sold for up to $500,000 a pop. Both Biden donors and gamers saw their buys of such mediocre art as gambits either to meet with or profit from his father, Joe Biden.

But would not his painting grift only bring greater prosecutorial scrutiny and more significant embarrassment to the president?

Hunter Biden's attorneys sought to leverage federal prosecutors into agreeing to drop their charges -- by threatening to call in as a pro-Hunter witness President Joe Biden himself and thereby likely invoke a constitutional crisis!

In such a scenario, the president under oath, would be forced to lie again that he had no knowledge of or involvement in Hunter's illegal behavior. Or if he admitted the truth that he did, he would thus contradict years of his adamant denials.

Why would Hunter put his father and president in such a publicity circus?

Hunter has lost an incriminating laptop by abandoning it at a repair shop. He has forgotten his crack pipe in a rental car. His illegally registered handgun turned up in a trash dumpster near a school.

So would not the carefree Hunter insist that all the Bidens in the spotlight remain extra careful never to abandon incriminating drugs -- especially in the White House?

Yet in a West Wing first, cocaine was recently found lost in an entrance vestibule. Various media outlets claimed it belonged to someone in the "Biden family orbit."

One of two things explain the continuous reckless behavior of wayward son Hunter Biden:

One, he is either still on drugs or so suffers from past addiction that he has lost all common sense and judgment and simply cannot control his behavior.

Or, two, Hunter is an embittered, angry son. As the Biden bagman for foreign shakedown cash, he did the dirty work and most risked the legal exposure that made all the Bidens rich.

Yet, instead of familial praise -- or so the broke Hunter seems to whine on his laptop --Hunter gets no respect from those he enriched.

And now he, not they, might first go to jail.

As a result, does his continuous recklessness send a not-so-subtle reminder to all the Bidens -- his father, the "Big Guy" especially?

That is, Hunter is not going to take the fall. He will not end up in prison for decades while the other exempt Bidens continue to enjoy their ill-gotten riches due to Hunter's imaginative cons.

No wonder the first family moved Hunter into the White House for months and put him on Air Force One.

Is it now, "Keep Hunter close and self-important -- or else"?

TOWNHALL (https://townhall.com/columnists/victordavishanson/2023/09/08/column-n2628142)

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freshfraise · 1 year

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FULL OF SURPRISES - PART 2

pairing: richarlison x reader

author’s note: enjoy :) + apologies for any bad portuguese - PURE EXPLICIT CONTENT/SMUT!!! You’ve been warned lol — (also i can’t believe i spelt surprised wrong in my last title 😭😭)

He walks us down the pool steps, and his hands stay glued to mine even in water. He peppers heavy kisses alongside my neck and collarbone, forcing me to produce light whimpers in response. The kiss was frantic. My legs still are wrapped around his, trying to relieve any friction.He pecked me on my cheeks, nose then chin before kissing me on my lips. Tongues grazing and biting my bottom lip, a raspy groan emitted from his throat making my back arch from the pool wall. We pull back from each other, and take in each other's state. I look at him, a slender silver chain hanging from his neck.

Richarlison re-positioned me so I was right on top of him. His hand ran through my navel, caressing my skin, eventually travelling to the curve of my lower back. His hand touched the button of my bikini top and he looked at me.

“Can I?” He whispered, I nodded embarrassingly fast hoping that it would satisfy his question, but it didn’t. “Use your words, princesa.” He said, with a stupid grin on his face.

“Please.” I said little under a whisper, shame coursing through my body at my eagerness. His eyes solely stared at my lips as I commented. Biting back down a smirk, he made his way to my back. I leaned down to his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around me to unhook each button. My skin came in close contact with his chain, stinging my skin with its frigid touch. He was smooth with each clasp, soothing every fragment of exposed skin that was left under the cover of my top.

Once finally removing my top, he embraced my chest and began to leave love bites in the valley of my breasts. Shuddering moans left my mouth involuntarily which in turn, made Richarlison ridiculously lustful. He shifted under me and his chain glistened against the city lights. He noticed my staring and I realised my slight obsession with it.

Before getting to react, he unclipped the chain and clipped it around my neck.

“Fuck. It definitely looks better on you.” Richarlison practically groaned out, adjusting the necklace against my breasts. Spontaneously, I decided to pick it up and place it between my teeth and suck on it. After popping it out, I could’ve sworn I heard a weak whimper from him. His hands moved to my lower half, smoothing the material of my swim bikini. He peels my bottoms off me as I look down at his black trunks before he quickly begins to unzip them.

Once it was off, we attached our lips together once again, fitting together like the missing puzzles in a puzzle piece. His tongue intertwined with mine, leaving absolutely no room for breathing. His hands moved against my skin frenetically, cupping and squeezing my breasts making me moan deeply into our kiss. I firmly grabbed onto his broad shoulders, guttural groans leaving his mouth. I shivered at his noises, adjusting my position on him. His head whipped back, breathing heavily.

“Deus, a maneira como você se move deve ser ilegal.” (God, the way you move should be illegal.) He stated, completely exasperated, his mouth slack and his eyes glued to our bodies. I smirked confidently and before I even got to relish in any sort of cockiness or superiority, he grabbed my throat with his ringed hand and began to shift under me, with the pressure of the water creating a sensational feeling. An unmanageable amount of whines and moans left my mouth.

“I hate you.” I declaimed in embarrassment of how quickly he can make me submit to him, my head leaning back to the ceiling.

“No, you don’t.” He replied, grabbing the tip of my jaw with his thumb and forefinger and reconnecting our lips. As we kissed roughly once again, I got off him and submerged into the water. I pulled him down to meet me underwater, air bubbles floating around our faces, I smiled at him before closing the gap between us. I kiss him again, my hand firmly planted on my jaw and his hands on my lovehandles.

We emerged from the water and I practically whined at the lack of touch. “Touch me, please , just touch me.”

“You want me to touch you?” He asked shamelessly, wanting to hear me beg. I nodded in response. “Is that so?” Richarlison questioned, cupping my face. “Well, what do you say then?” He whispered, our faces in such close proximity that his breathing made my eyelashes flutter.

“Please.” I moaned out, my back arching uncontrollably.

“Good girl.” He began to lower his fingers towards my heat, past the water, and swiped his fingers through my mess.

“Tão viciante. Why are you so fucking addictive? Your lips,” He began kissing me, before ripping apart from me. “-addictive. Your skin,” His tongue swiped against the skin on my neck. “-addictive. You,” Richarlison dragged his hands against the curve of my body seductively. “-so, so fucking addictive.”

“Richarlison, I need you in me now.” I breathed out, almost under a whisper. The truth being, if he said anymore, I would come before he properly even touched me.

He stared into me, silenced by the request I gave him. He bit his lip and opened his mouth to confirm and I nodded my head before he even finished asking. He turned me around, as I faced the city view as he stood behind. Before I realised, he was placing himself in me, a loud and throaty moan erupted from Richarlison’s mouth. He felt so good, it didn’t even feel real. His hands were on my waist, as my eyes were pinched shut. He guided me rocking back and forth as I rode him. I brought his chain back up to my mouth and bit on the tip of the silver, restricting my noise. Deciding to go at a slightly faster pace, He pounds into me hard, a moan leaving my mouth. He filled me up, as I practically felt his bulge in my stomach. His hands left my waist, as he ran his hands through his hair and then started to grip onto my ass. Another whine left me, as I felt his piercing hands on me.

“Tell me how you feel.” Richarlison demanded, through moans. I don’t know if I had the capacity to speak or if I could. Pure pleasure and bliss took over my body, leaving me no choice but to ignore his request.

One of his hands wrapped around my lower waist and the other grabbed my neck, squeezing the sides. It felt euphoric and I was once again moaning. “Princesa, I said tell me how you feel, speak to me.”

“Good, Rich. So fucking good.” I could practically hear the smug, satisfied smile that formed on his face as he continued pounding into me so hard that tears clouded up my vision. Wanting to hear him vocal again, I began to sink all the way down him, making him create the most confounding and intense moan I’ve ever heard and I was completely adherent to it.

“Oh my God, - Por favor, assim mesmo.” (Please, just like that) He groaned hard, the water splashing against our torsos. Somehow, I sank even lower, and his cock confidently reached my G-spot. Before I cried out in intense pleasure, he cupped my mouth to prevent extreme levels of noise leaving the room. I was still biting on Rich’s chain, my red lipstick staining his silver. I bounced up and down his length, as he leaned forward, creating a love bite on the left side of my neck as I moaned overtly. I kept bouncing up and down, a ringing clapping noise filling the room with the sounds of our skin. Rich’s hands made their way back to my hips and started slamming me down into him.

“Richarlison, oh my-“ I responded to his motion, black mascara stained tears falling down my cheeks. “I love it when you say my name like that..” He said between pounds.

Before getting to reply, my body shakes and tightens around him as I’m a couple rides away from coming. “How are you this tight?- Oh-” He muttered in disbelief, his moans thundering throughout the room.

“I’m so close-” I essentially scream out, my climax reaching me. Richarlison’s pace goes faster, slamming into me with such force, leaving both of us a whimpering mess.

“Y/N-, just come all over me.”

My climax hits me, ecstasy spilling out of me as I come in him. Leaking everywhere, he carried on and groaned with every hit whilst every limb of mine shook. The water suddenly began to feel heavy, as it began to feel like I was floating. Eventually, he came too with an accompanying booming groan leaving his lips as he filled me up. Every nerve in my body and brain was electrified. My body had a temporary paralysis, my mind unable to process the pleasure so fast. I fell backwards into him, shaking in his hold as he wrapped his arms around me. Pulling out of me, I realised just how sore I am, but all is forgotten as I’m in his hold showered with Richarlison’s kisses.

“That was a great surprise, princesa.” He whispered into my ear, kissing the back of my neck.

“Sim,” I agreed and turned around to face him, leaving a kiss. “But didn’t you score twice today?” He smiles and looks me straight in the eye. “What are you suggesting?” He says, tilting his head.

“Dupla surpresa?”

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aita-alternia · 7 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/aita-alternia/729805718120792064/you-jades-get-sooo-precious-about-a-little

XD = re: this post ^ =

XD = anon wanTSS you piTCH so bad its embarassing lmao! sending anon hate is such wriggler shiT PFFT im reeling in laughter over here =

XD = aT leaST geT the shameglobes to come off anon for piTCH solicitations that shameless =

NO FOR FUCKING RE^L. C^STEIST ^NON YOU W^NT ME SO B^D IT M^KES YOU LOOK STUPID

#SENDING ^NON H^TE IS SUCH WIGGLER FLIRTING T^CTICS 🙄#not a submission

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juuheizou · 7 months

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heya!! I love your suzumutsu content and wanted do ask; How is suzuya's reception to phisical affection?

Hey! Thank you for the compliment. My memory can get a little jumbled at this point, but I'm pretty sure this ask was sent before I finished my other answer about his entire relationship with physical affection. That is there now if it answers your question at all, but I've got something just for you too anon!

When it comes strictly to receiving affectionate touches as opposed to giving them, which he does readily to the point of indiscretion at times, he's like a fractious cat that will become velcroed to the one person who really goes slow, gives them space, and earns their affection on their terms, while anyone who takes even a little bit of that space and autonomy away will learn the hard way how close he stays to the edge of red-alert-attack-mode when they get their face ripped off.

It's how he knows to show affection and an important part of making him feel at ease, but physical “affection” is also how he was subjugated by Big Madam and how he shows disregard for others as much as he tells them he likes them: getting up in their space if not physically hurting people he doesn't like. There's power in getting into someone's personal bubble, and when we first meet him, he's so intrusive because he might not have words for it at the time, but he likes how being the one with that power makes him feel. Because of that deep association with touch, space, and power, he also really doesn't like having the powerless feeling of his past recreated, even in smaller ways. So it's more about whose terms it's on and how much control he has over the situation than a black and white “physical affection is soothing” and “physical affection is smothering.”

Honestly, even though it started as just an analogy using what I know, Suzuya is kind of exactly like a fractious cat being won over by someone when he is in fact won over, too. Don't stare, don't stick your hands in his space, meet him in his comfort zone, and eventually he will come to you. He needs the space to realize he wants kisses, hugs, hand-holding, cuddles, what have you, but once he realizes it, those special people will know it. He's pretty shameless about soliciting affection from those who have won him over enough that he lets them into his bubble. I wouldn't put it past him to actually bonk his head against someone as a way of telling them not to leave/let go of him.

#answers #anon #suzuya juuzou

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