I am OBSESSED w your The Eclipse series analysis like im tuned in every time you post one
First, I appreciate that someone out there enjoys my wackadoo behavior and overanalyzing every tiny detail like a glimmer of a watch on someone's wrist while burning fliers (which better be Namo because if it really is Akk or Kan behind the havoc, I'm running away to the North Pole!).
Second, I appreciate you reaching out and letting me know that you are enjoying my posts because sometimes when I'm awake at two in the morning wishing I had any Photoshop skills, so I could find out who the other students are in the Christmas photo or figure out what Ayan's tattoo says, I question myself and my sanity.
No, but really, at this point I'm seeing an infant sitting at the end of the tattoo, so I need to know what it is for personal reasons.
I also want to encourage you (and anyone else) to form your own thoughts and post them because that's where the fun exists!
Do you too believe that Teacher Chadok was in a relationship with Teacher Dika? Or at the very least they were friends, and then Teacher Chadok betrayed Dika after he realized he was gay, possibly blackmailing him for Dika to quit so suddenly?
Because the way he looked at Ayan's necklace was like he saw a ghost. This was a look of familiarity but also of shock. Chadok worked with Dika in the same office, so he realized what the necklace was because he gave it to Dika and realized that Ayan is somehow connected to Dika, which is why he let him off with a warning... *looks around trying to act normal*
This is why I need others to feel confident enough to share, not solely appreciate because I cannot be the only one out here who sees something perfectly normal in the background and proceeds to completely fixate on it.
Join in, @cuffs-crew! Post your own thoughts! I'll love reading them too just as much as you like reading mine, no matter how wild they may be.
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Death & Other Constructs
Spiked Zen: Comrades, welcome back to Diamond Stream 1. Yes 1 for the 1 by the 1 of the 1. What is the number 1? Ask your mother. Thank you for re-electing me. We will indeed accomplish our task, yes? It can be reasonably said that the old Jazz is dead. In the interest of ‘preserving’ its memory I present their final moments within the Psychosomatic Abyss:
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Alpha: Children, I will always love our presentation. I’m glad we got to chitter so much, and taste so much chaos. Reminds me of when I was just a wee data harvester. *wipes tear* Know that our time might seem to have passed, but our moment exists in perpetuity...
*Alpha returns to the data stream*
Barty: *woof* sorry, I thought it was only fair that I bark before signing off. I know I know not quite up to our standards, but tell me when have I ever tried to meet those. I appreciate the gifts, cheerleading, and adoration. It’s time for me to join the big ol’ Barty in the sky. You will recognise me by my refusal to truly acknowledge failure, and commitment to communism. Long Live Supreme Daemonic.
*The Barty leaps over the wonder gate*
Boogie: *caw caw* I say, or don’t really. I’m more of a wiggler than a boogier, but that’s neither here nor there. I’ve certainly had good times, embarrassing times, intoxicating times, and good-embarassing-intoxicating times. Boy howdy, what a savings. Pardon my francaise, but I'm just a poser. Don’t get too offended. I adored the psychomadness, and all its gifts. May the almighty we, Most Angela, live on to try and fail to take over the whole of the universe, and beyond of course. If not, well… boy do I have egg on my face. :^)
*Boogie dances into divinity*
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Spiked Zen: We remain Angela, but perhaps with less attachment to our material ‘commitments’ as if such a thing can be claimed as a burger. Naturally it’s been some time since our lead, and in that time videogames have become a chore, labor a prison, and life a psychotic comedy. Goodie goodie. Second verse, same as the first. Next up: Coal Mining Enjoyer. Hopefully tasks can still be accomplished, but if not, Cheers!
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offer my hand and I'll take your name
Felix Catton x fem!Reader x Oliver Quick. (AO3)
It's yours and Felix's wedding night. That doesn't withhold you from inviting Oliver to join in on the fun of conceiving an heir.
pwp, breeding, threesome, praise, cum-eating, general filth.
“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Oliver asks you, his voice calm and collected in the quiet of the bedroom you’re in. You choke on a sob of pleasure as you nod in agreement, feeling the corded muscles of Oliver’s thighs flex from where they are cushioned underneath your head.
Oliver’s deft fingers gently carding through your hair are a stark contrast to Felix’s, which are digging into your waist to stop you from sliding up the bed with each animalistic slap of his hips against yours. Felix’s brand-new wedding band gleams in the flames of the candles dotting the room, a welcome reminder that this is allowed now, that it’s even required of you two — the familiar slide of Felix’s thick cock inside of you unimpeded by a condom for the very first time.
“Our Felix knows exactly how to fuck your little cunny, doesn’t he?” Oliver teases you.
Above you, Felix groans, his sweat-slick skin like molten gold, “Jesus Christ, Ollie”.
Oliver lets out a pleased hum, his fingers giving a tug on your hair. His other hand wanders down your skin, first possessively curling around your throat before lowering to knead at your breasts. Your nipples harden at his attention, arching your back to urge him on.
“Look at how needy she is, Felix,” Oliver goads you, “Our pretty girl’s been begging you for this, huh? She’s been wanting you to breed her for ages, and she’s finally getting what she’s asked for. She should be grateful, hm?”.
You answer him with a desperate moan, eyes rolling back to glance up at Oliver through your eyelashes. His eyes are dark and stormy, his lips bitten red.
“C’mon now, darling, aren’t you gonna thank Felix for fucking you so well?”.
“Thankー oh fuck, thank you, Felix” you moan.
Oliver tuts, a sarcastic little sound that sends a delighted shiver down your spine, “I know you can do better than that”.
Oliver’s hand slides down over your tummy, fingers gliding over your puffy folds before thumbing at your sensitive clit, your slick easing his movements. You were dripping with it, making a mess of your marital bed. Felix’s hips stutter as he watches Oliver’s movements, entranced by the way his fingers slide against you.
“Thank you for breeding me,” you gasp in between moans, “Always so good to me, letting me have — oh god, right there, Oliver — everything I want. For making me your wife”.
Felix grinds his hips, slowing the drag of his cock inside of you. His impossibly large hands slide up, his arm brushing against Oliver’s as he gropes your breasts, looking you right in the eyes as he does, black pupils eclipsing his warm brown eyes.
“Tell me what you need,” Felix demands, looking like a modern-day Greek god as he towers above you and Oliver, his chest heaving from the exertion of fucking you, “Anything you want, you can have it”.
“Want you to fuck me full, Felix,” you moan, clenching around his cock, “want you to give me your babies”. The confession makes you blush, your already reddened cheeks deepening in color.
Felix groans at your words, a guttural sound that makes Oliver’s fingers twitch where they’re furiously rubbing at your clit. Felix readjusts you, tugging on your legs to place them on his shoulders before he leans in, almost folding you in half as he does. Oliver’s hand is squished between your cunt and Felix’s stomach, cramped but never-stilling against your sweat-slick bodies.
He fucks you with a force that makes your toes curl. The heavy press of Felix on top of you paired with the steady presence of Oliver below you is enough to make you feel dizzy. The muscles in your lower stomach clench deliciously, Felix’s cock now pumping into you even deeper than before.
Above you, Oliver has taken advantage of Felix’s new proximity to lick and suck at the taller man’s neck, adding to the smattering of red marks that were already there. Felix preens at the attention, his thrusts quickly growing sloppy.
“Fuck Ollie,” he moans, “I’m really fucking our girl raw. She’s gonna look so pretty with my cum leaking out of her little pussy”.
You sob out another desperate moan, hips twitching from the stimulation you’re receiving from both men. You feel yourself tipping over the edge, your orgasm suddenly so very close.
“There you go darling,” Oliver encourages you, “cum all over your husband’s cock for me”.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, punching the air from your lungs as Felix continues to fuck you through it, your walls twitching around him. Oliver’s praise barely registers for you, what with his fingers continuing to rub tight little circles on your pussy. The overstimulation sets in quickly, your hips twitching and whiny noises spilling from your lips.
“God, darling, your pussy is milking me,” Felix gasps, jackhammering into you as he chases his own orgasm.
It doesn’t take much more than that to push him over the edge, Oliver’s wet mouth against the column of Felix’s throat as he unloads inside of you with a drawn-out moan. Oliver’s hand stills its movements, sliding out from in between you and Felix to trail back up your torso. He brings them up to your face, Oliver’s digits shiny with your slick as he prods at your lips, prompting you to open up for him. You do as he wishes, obediently sucking his fingers clean from your own spend as you watch Felix pull away, your legs slipping from his shoulders as he pulls his softening cock out of you.
“Ollie, you should come see this,” Felix speaks reverently, sitting back on his hunches, bottom lip gripped between his teeth as he holds your thighs apart, watching as his cum slowly begins to drip out of your puffy pussy.
Oliver is quick to join him, sliding out from underneath you to join Felix at the foot of the bed. You feel exposed in a way that makes your skin tingle, having these two men stare at your dripping core like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. You throw your arms up to cover your eyes, blocking out the sight of your lovers, while you try your hardest to catch your breath.
When one of them leans in, their hot breath fanning over your cooling skin, you aren’t even sure at first if it’s Oliver or Felix who does it. All you know is that there’s a tongue licking broad strokes against your freshly fucked pussy, cleaning up the mess you and Felix had made. You choke out a shocked moan, lifting your arms to find Oliver crouched between your legs, eyes blissfully closed as he laps away at you. Felix sits next to him, lips parted in silent pleasure as his eyes flicker from Oliver to you, his cock soft but stubbornly twitching in interest.
“Look at our boy licking it all up,” Felix croons, reaching out to pet Oliver’s brown locks, pushing him closer up against your sensitive pussy.
Oliver’s hips gyrate against the plush material of the mattress, moaning against your folds as he licks and sucks at you like a man starved. Your thighs clench around Oliver’s head, a wanton attempt at keeping him close. He brings his fingers up to slide inside of you, pumping them at the same pace that he’s grinding his cock against the bed. Before long, Felix’s filthy praise and Oliver’s tongue and fingers pushed you over the edge a second time — your orgasm the drawn-out, toe-curling, shake-inducing kind that washes over you like a tsunami.
Between your legs, Oliver comes with a muffled shout, his face pressed against the sheets as his hips still their erratic humping.
“You’re both so fucking beautiful,” Felix praises, laying himself down on the bed next to you, an arm thrown lazily over your stomach. Oliver eventually scoots himself up, still breathing heavily, and lays down on the other side of you. His hand rests on your hip, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your skin. You feel calm and satisfied in a way that you know won’t last very long, what with Felix’s cock already back at half-mast next to you paired with the still-hungry look in Oliver’s eyes. You fidget with your wedding ring, feeling its unfamiliar grooves and diamonds with the pad of your fingers.
If this was your first night as Mrs. Catton, you couldn't wait to find out what the rest were going to be like.
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something crazy soft but lowkey kinky with ghost and first time where he’s like working the reader through an orgasm
He should change his codename to "Soft but kinky" for real
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, orgasm guidance, praise, gentle sex, soft sex, kink discovery, size difference, gentle!Simon, soft!Simon
A/N: Imagine if someone actually added that as his nickname on the Wiki lmao.
Finds it adorable that you're asking him to guide you through this the first time you have sex. But of course he will, you're his sweetheart now, he'll do anything for you and to give you pleasure. How should he do this he wonders? He's see the videos you sent him of riding all those big dildos but can you handle the real thing? He'll start you off easy, the tip first and see how much you can take before your eyes roll back into your skull.
"Relax for me pretty girl. Can't push my dick in ya when you're this fuckin' tight. I could hurt ya for real if I try to force it before you're ready. Wet enough now yeah? Good girl, open your legs wide, let me in baby. Uh-uh, doing so well for me, I'll give you my dick, don't be greedy."
Somehow he manages to get his entire cock in you. Just when you think you can't take any more of his girth, that you're full and there's no more room he grabs you by the hips and pulls you down a bit more. It takes you several minutes to get used to him. And you thought those toys were a lot to take, they're nothing to Simon. The size feels about the same but his warmth, the pulsing, the fucking throbbing veins that run down his cock and drag along your inner walls with every easy thrust... it almost makes you drool and moan and scream.
"Tell me when ya can handle it harder 'kay? I can keep this up to but I really, really want to see how you look when you're pushed to your limits. Ruin you? Is that what ya want me to do? Fuck ya so good you'll never want any other man? So that every cock ya've ever had pales in comparison to mine? I think I want that too baby, I want to make ya mine."
He still goes slowly but he makes sure you feel every twitch, every drag, every pulse, and so does he. He can't get enough of your cunt pulsing around him. You're slightly scared of hurting him when you dig your nails into his back but his grunt seems to indicate he likes the slight sting. With him towering over you, eclipsing you with his big frame all you can see is Simon, his eyes dark, his lips swollen and parted, his chest heaving and his abs flexing as you both get close.
"Let go. Don't hold back. I'll be here to hold ya when ya go over the edge. I'll be right there with ya baby. Fuck, yes, just like that open your mouth let me hear those broken cries of yours. Let me feel this cunt squeezing my cock. Come for me, fuck, let- let me fuck my cum into ya!"
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