She/Her This is a blog about: The Clone Wars Strictly 18+ Minors DNI I'm sorry but I only feel comfortable writing She/Her inserts. No Inc*est requests. Clonec*est shippers DNI
This is a mood. This gives me the same vibes as the people who designed the No Mercy game telling people to be open to other people's kinks and the game involves incest and rape and the phrase, "Make all women yours." It's okay to have kinks and it's okay for other people not to like those kinks and find them disgusting. And the people saying, "The internet and fandom is not all about you." This statement applies to you too. People have a right to dislike a kink. For some odd reason everyone wants other people to be open to their kinks or other peoples but if someone finds a kink disgusting then they're stuck up or should be more respectful. The fandom and internet doesn't revolve around you either and people are allowed to criticize things just as others are allowed to have whatever kinks they want. It's like as soon as someone gives pushback on something or their two sense about something they saw that they didn't like they shouldn't be allowed to express it. Expression is a two way street. There's positive and negative. Just like opinions. You can't just tell someone move on if they don't like it. They're entitled not to like something and to also voice their dislike. That's their right. It can either be good or bad. But they deserve to be allowed to express their thoughts and opinions even if they are negative as long as it isn't threatening, or abusive, ect. Everyone wants to praise acceptance but when someone has a different opinion then they should be better. For some people certain lines shouldn't be crossed. And this is supposed to be a site that accepting of all people and things. Except when someone doesn't agree with you. Accept certain people not liking or being okay with certain kinks. Lets normalize this instead of trying to correct the person on how better they should have handled it. Too much praise or acceptance is a bad thing. Too much of anything is bad. Allow others to voice their disagreement instead of trying to silence them. Because you wouldn't be saying the same thing to them if they were praising it. Adverse opinions matter too. And it's okay to have lines you don't cross and think shouldn't be crossed. We're all human. Your opinions matters even if it doesn't align with anyone else's. So respect someone not liking a kink and voicing their opinion because even though it doesn't match yours it's just as important. Praise and criticism are both needed. Not just one.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Warnings: 18+. Unprotected p-in-v. Disgustingly loving sex (sorry). Soft dom!Simon Talks You Through It™️ Creampie. Brief mention of Reader’s insecurities w sex
Note: I’m on Instagram now (kinda), come say hi :-)
Word count: 2.1k
It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried before.
You’d had your fair share of lovers and experienced more than a good deal of fun. With everyone in the past, climax came the same way, every single time: clitoral stimulation, and clitoral stimulation alone.
By this point in your life, you suspected your g-spot was probably just a figment of your imagination, no more real than Atlantis, Santa Claus or the Tooth Fairy.
That was, until, you met your boyfriend, Simon.
And things had only been official for a week.
You and him had fooled around a handful of times—made love, as he called it, and kissed and cuddled and occasionally dry-humped until the two of you were both panting, groaning messes—but all of this was new. Simon was still learning you, as you were him.
He finished between your tits. You came on his tongue. He fingered you to the point of tears, and you learned how to touch his sac just right to get him to blow his load in seconds. On this night in particular, you were fucking missionary, and holding hands while you did.
Lovesick puppies, Price would say. Neither one of you seemed able to unglue your lips or unlace your fingers or keep your hips from colliding again and again and again in frantic search of the other’s furthest depths. You were perfectly wrapped up, with no desire to move
Except, you needed to reach down between your bodies to actually get off. That was a minor detail.
You didn’t think the man above you would mind if you moved your touch from his, but then that grip tightened the second you tried pulling away.
“Keep it there, lovie. Like holding you like this,” he said.
You enjoyed it, too. It was intimate, and sweet, and with your hands pinned on either side of you, locked securely in his, you felt safe. You just couldn’t finish.
“But I…I need to come,” you whispered against him. You rolled your hips and felt his cock twitch inside you.
Simon grunted, then swallowed. Nodded slowly.
“Yeah. I’ll get you there. Feel this?”
He slid deeper for emphasis.
You didn’t.
You rarely did, or at least not in the way you figured you were supposed to get when something pressed there.
“I think…sort of, yeah,” you hedged your answer.
Don’t bruise his ego, don’t hurt his feelings.
This is all on me, Si, I promise it’s not you.
Cutting in over your thoughts, Simon moved swiftly. Took your hips in his big, strong hands, lifted up, and plunged his cock to the hilt. The girth of him was enough to knock the air out of your lungs, and you felt your walls stretch, sting, and weep sweet liquid warmth around that intrusion. You moaned.
“Better?” The man’s question was simple.
Before you could answer it, he was sliding a pillow underneath your backside. Sawing his long, thick, leaking cock in and out of you, he reached a new spot.
You made a face, feeling good from that but…strange.
Simon snatched your hands up again and planted them beside your head on the mattress. He thrusted steadily. He peppered kisses all over your face and your neck while the bed frame squeaked in time, and you had to dig your heels into his ass to ground yourself.
“Talk to me, baby. Can’t make it better if you don’t.”
“I—I know, I just can’t—”
At the same time, Simon tilted your hips slightly once more, and the tip of his cock kissed something soft and wet and dizzyingly pleasurable inside your body. A loud, embarrassing cry slipped out between your lips.
You wanted to clap a hand over your mouth, hating the way you’d just sounded, but your fingers were stuck to his. Simon grinned down at you, toothy and approving.
“Can’t do what, now, darlin’?”
The warm, bulbous head of his cock had found its mark, and he just kept prodding that spot, like it entertained him to do it. The fingers laced between your own constricted their grip even more, and Simon leaned down to kiss you while his cock carved a mind-numbing path. In between kisses, he praised you.
“That’s my girl. She’s likin’ it now, isn’t she?”
“Feel good when my cock hits that spot?”
“Your pussy’s fuckin’ soakin’ me, baby.”
But still, somehow, it just wasn’t quite enough.
Maybe you’d never found that place after all.
This was where most men gave up—after a few good minutes of fucking when their balls had gotten to be as swollen as stones and their bodies were aching for release, more often than not, they’d go off chasing their own high. That was when you usually started rubbing your clit, or waited for your partner to finish so they could get you off with their tongue or something.
You hated to feel like a burden, and you really despised the thought of being the reason your sweet Simon couldn’t get to orgasm. So you squirmed again.
Straining to reach down, to try and touch yourself, you whimpered, “Si, please, it just—it takes me too long—”
“Good thing we’ve got all night,” Simon replied bluntly.
Then, once again, he twisted your bodies like you were as soft and malleable as putty in his hands, and this time, he hitched one of your legs around his hip, high.
With one slow-rolling thrust and an audibly squelching sound, Simon’s cock stretched your hole to maximum capacity, and then a little more. Your juices leaked down his shaft, aiding the slide, and he stabbed in a few shallow strokes. Probing. Testing the waters, as if he were trying to find something hidden inside you.
You sucked in a breath. Simon’s gaze slid to yours.
“Let’s find that precious spot, lovie. Easy, now.”
Gently coaxing your body open, he drove a slow, measured pace. He split your cunt like it was the easiest thing in the world, delving within your wet, velvety heat to tease every contour and crevice of your pussy. His tip leaked precome. His balls glistened in your arousal and landed with the gentlest plap, plap, plaps while he explored your insides with his member.
It really was as simple as that, nothing more and nothing less than poking around. Having patience.
“S-Si,” you stammered, nose wrinkling slightly.
“What’s’at, baby? Got something to tell me?”
Like a teacher, almost, he pressed for more.
Like his cock was showing you something new about your body but he needed your help to tell him just how and where to find it, Simon took care to be kind. He smoothed a hand over the crown of your head and then cradled the back of it, one massive set of fingers splayed out against your skull and engulfing it wholly.
He still held onto your other hand tight.
Your cunt pulsed. Ached. Fluttered around him.
Stuffed to the brim, you had only to feel, and murmur:
“Higher.”
“Higher?”
“Um, to the…to the left.”
Simon tilted his hips left.
Yes.
That was just it. So close.
Almost…
Or, maybe…
“Maybe it just…isn’t there,” you huffed out, deflating. “Know you’re trying so hard, baby, but I think I can’t—”
Then Simon hit the same spot as before, only higher.
Just like you’d told him: to the left, and then…
“Oh, fuck,” you cursed. “Oh, fuckfuckfuck.”
The grin above you stretched even wider.
“There, lovie?” Simon goaded you on.
“Right there.” You nodded furiously.
A wave of pleasure swept through your limbs, from your core down to the soles of your feet. Your toes curled, and you squeaked, feeling Simon’s cock graze that soft, spongy, sensitive place—except he’d pushed in deeper. The sensation made your eyes roll back.
“Little dove doesn’t mind my pokin’ after all, huh?” Simon’s words were a tease, but you heard a strain in them, too. The second you were caught in the throes of real pleasure, your cunt must’ve clamped like a vice.
“Keep…keep pokin’, Si,” you choked out. “I like it.”
Your lover kept at it—poking from the inside.
The routine almost felt like losing your virginity all over again, together. Simon cradled your head, told you how good you were doing, how sweet you were for him, and you whimpered under his hold. Squirmed and clung to him for dear life, then kissed him feverishly.
Simon’s mouth was hard and hungry, his thrusts deep. His cock throbbed within the wet, clenching confines of your pussy, and he seemed to be going wild at the feeling. With the idea that he was driving you wild, too.
You realized as much when he whispered it to you.
“Could lose my bloody mind when you’re like this—” Another sharp, labored breath. Another shudder passing through his body when your insides squeezed. “—so why didn’t you talk? Ask for what you needed?”
Your voice was small. “Didn’t wanna be a bother.”
Your eyes were locked with Simon’s, and in his irises, you caught a shade of concern. It flared, hot as anything, then mixed with disbelief. Disappointment.
“Don’t be angry, Si, I—” you started, hurried.
“‘M’not.” Simon blinked. But he gritted his teeth, and he withdrew his cock until the head was bumping and teasing between your folds, then he shook his head. “It’s those fuckin’ pricks who should be sorry, yeah?”
The ones that you’d been with before.
You wanted to protest, insist that you were at least partly to blame, but you never got the opportunity.
Simon was back inside you in a blink.
Hitting that same spot again, and again, and again.
He grinned, the tic of a muscle in his jaw telling you that he was less amused this time around, but proud.
Vindicated.
“Well. It’s not like they’re ever gettin’ a chance in between these pretty legs again, are they, lovie?”
You nodded in agreement.
You smiled back at him, only to have that gentle curve falter a little when you felt Simon’s thrusts accelerate.
“Only thing that’s gonna touch this spot other’n my cock is my seed, splatterin’ all over your walls, right?”
When he gave a playful nip to your lower lip and squeezed your hand tighter, you knew that he meant it. The man had plunged so deep inside you that his pubic bone was now grinding against your skin, and the rest of him was buried. His balls, all full and warm and heavy with his release, rested firmly in your cleft.
And the steady, measured strokes of his cock landed with near-surgical precision on the G-spot you’d convinced yourself up until tonight didn’t exist.
Simon beamed. You were overcome with ecstasy.
“This it, lovie? This spot right ‘ere?” he cooed.
His cock bobbed against that gummy and indescribably dizzying place, causing your last moan to morph into something more akin to a shriek.
You nodded your head: “Y-Yes. Yes.”
“Feel good when I hit it?”
“Fucking perfect, Si.”
You sighed when the man bottomed out for what felt like the millionth time, and the pleasure never waned. He felt just as good now as he did when he first got in.
“Yeah? Gonna come on my cock then, pretty girl?”
“Yeah. I’m— I’m so close.”
“Go on then, love.”
And, shortly, you did.
Maybe three, four, five more stabs of his cock to your most precious, intimate place and you were unraveling beneath him, stars bursting in your line of vision. It seemed dramatic to say, but that was really what it came to—your mouth hanging open, eyes wide, gaze peering into Simon’s while he fucked you through the most intense orgasm of your life. You clung to him, and your walls spasmed again and again and again, milking the man’s release in the next few seconds. Simon shuddered and grit his teeth as he unloaded a thick, gooey load inside, dousing that spongy, body-numbing spot and then some. The two of you moaned in unison.
Your body was boneless, your head a hazy mess.
It took several seconds for your conscious mind to come back online fully, and when it did, Simon was leaning in again and planting kisses along your face.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, breath fanning hot across your skin. “My perfect girl. You did so good.”
You smiled and caught his mouth for a proper kiss.
“Thank you,” you murmured against him.
Then Simon squeezed your hand—the one he’d been holding this entire time. He lifted it gently, like he was afraid too rough of a movement might split you in two.
He turned your wrist and kissed the back of your hand, eyes locked on yours and expression soft while he did.
Jango: What are you doing with the laundry?
Alpha-17, bouncing a big ball of blankets: It's just--Well, it comforts him...so I--
Jango, tugging at the blankets to find a cadet sleeping in the middle of the bundle: ...A clone?
Fox cracks an eye open, gives Jango a one-eyed glare, then proceeds to fix his cocoon.
Jango, flinching: What the--...
Alpha-17: There was a big fight, and it somehow ended with the others turning on him, so he's really upset...
Jango, watching the little grumpy gremlin: They probably turned on him because he's a cryptid.
Alpha-17, forcing a laugh: Good one...
Alpha-17. whispering to Fox while walking away: Don't listen to him, ad'ika. He doesn't know what cute is when he sees it...
Jango: ...
Bro it's almost 3 in the morning and I'm dying. "They probably turned on him because he's a cryptid." 😭😭😭 Like Jango why?! I love things like this where Fox has beef with Jango and is generally consideres the problem and worst out of the entire Command batch. You don't even hear anything about Ponds or anyone else as bad as you do about Fox. Bro's a menace. I understand every batch or pod has one or two. Omega Squad has Corr, The Nulls are an exception to the rule and so are the Alpha's they all are menaces to society. The command batch has Fox, Domino Squad has 2 Echo and Fives with Fives being the leader and Echo just following. Delta Squad has Scorch maybe Sev if you squint but definitely Scorch. Gregor of Foxtrot even tho the rest of his pod are dead he's a menace especially afrer the Rhydonium explosion he ate. For the Bad Batch it's Wrecker and Omega is not far behind. They each all have a menace or two it's inescapable.
And just as I'm bout to post this I read the longer tags and died laughing all over again! "Worst template. O/10. Fox would not recommend." 😭😭😭😭
Shkret Art is on the right and the one of the left I'm not sure. I'm looking for ideas on what Ghost could look like underneath his mask and I hope they don't mind me posting it. But I'm writing something about an unmasking for a story and I for the life of me cannot pick between these two. 😫😫 Like somebody help! Come look at this! And if the one of the left is AI I'm really gonna lose it. Cause both these mfs got me in a chokehold! Look at them! I'm feeling like this rn
I wanted the comment but it was restricted. This is all I image when I see them. Especially the members of the SOB in the books and Legends Continuity. Good lord I make my imagination and mind work to picture that while watching the Clone Wars. 2D or 3D it don't matter!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
I'm gonna start this by saying. It's late asf when I'm posting this. I'm lowkey tired. I did very little proofreading. Before this. So if it gets wonky and rushed towards the end you know why. This chapter is Kyle centric. The others will have their chance but I gotta start off with the one who inspired this first. I'm sorry yall. I got tired halfway through on god but just had to push through. The song I took inspiration from is NIN: I Know You Can Feel It. I listened to it and there are like 4 songs that match the mood I was feeling in with this.
Chapter II: I Know You Can Feel It
When you entered the club the atmosphere was different. You could sense the change immediately, you couldn't pin point why it changed but it didn't feel good. It didn't feel safe. It felt like you walked into a den and the further your feet took you inside, the further you were pulled away from salvation. Against your better judgement you smiled, gritted your teeth and bore it. You wouldn't be staying for long.
The moment something happened you were getting your friends and your ass out of there. You dared someone to give you a reason. Your friends secured a booth and you went to get some drinks from the bar. You sat down and ordered the drinks, the bartender was handsome, he had blue green eyes from the flash of lights that hit him ocassionally and dyed bright red hair that was short and styled nicely. He wore a black button up and a nice pair of slacks to match with the sleeves of his button up rolled up out of his way.
A few of the buttons on his shirt were undone, it was clear he was trying to stave off some of the rising heat. He wasn't bothered by the loud noise and obnoxious people, clearly having been used to it. His eyes were sharp when they took you in, he was reading you as he made the drinks. He was tall with a fairly lean build but he wasn't gangly to too big for him own frame he had broad shoulders and seemed to have been putting on muscle. He was filling out, but it wasn't to impress anyone, you got that impression immediately.
The confidence and swagger that rolled off of him, with a voice smooth and deep, sometimes seeming to have a purr that you heard clearly over the music and base despite it being loud. You chalked it up to being so close to him and being focused on him. He flashed you a dazzling smirk and introduced himself. "You can call me Reno, pretty thing." The way the petname rolled off his tongue was disarming, dangerously so.
It didn't disgust you or seem disingenuous, it was more terrifying than that, it was honest. He really thought you were pretty and you knew if you stayed near him you would be lost in him for the rest of the night. You had to go. You had to go now. When he handed you your drink, your fingers brushed and the shock you felt made your heart pulse rapidly in your chest. He smiled softly almost fondly, having clearly felt it too but less surprised than you.
"If you want I can teach you some new tricks. It rare to find another of out kind around, much less one so.... intoxicating." You narrowed your eyes at him curiously.
"Your magic is very alluring, I could help you reach your full potential, when you are ready let the pull of your magic help you find me. Until then, get into any trouble I'm right here. I'll be watching." With that he moves on to the next customer leaving you start struck. Blinking away your shock you take rhe drinks back to the booth and squeeze in with your friends.
You all begin drinking and talking about anything and everything. Slowly, one by one they leave for the dance floor, leaving you alone. You watch the throng of bodies move and across the club through the moving gap of bodies you swear you saw someone familiar sitting in the opposite booth.
It tickled the back of your mind but you couldn't figure out why. So you focused on that corner and the gaps between grinding bodies to get a better glimpse. Then in a flash you saw it, the pounding in your heart returned, same as it did the first night you felt it. The music shifted right then, as if fate. Taunting you. Daring you.
All the pieces of the plan
Blue eyes and short brown hair, the slightly grizzled face of a man with a full beard, mutton chops and a imported cigar in hand puffing on it. The embers at the end flashing as he does so, before he blows out a puff of blue- white smoke, but that's not what had you so unnerved. It was the fact that you slowly began to realize that he had already been looking at you when you noticed him. There was a cheeky grin on his face and you caught the subtle glint of fangs in the light as he keeps eyes contact with you. Then you slowly, you gather the courage to take in your surrounds once more, seeing one of your friends dancing with a guy, unaware of the man lurking behind them.
In a way you understand
Clear mahogany skin, and dark brown eyes, solely locked on you, with a small upturned lip flashing you a glint, letting you process the danger your friend was in and hiw far you were to stop it this time. He easily cut in and drew your friend away, in her intoxicated state you doubt she knew who she was dancing with.
Flicking your gaze around with urgency you caught another of your friends at the bar talking to a man, who again tickled the back of your mind. You hadn't been able to fully see the four men that night, your porch light was out and they were mostly shrouded in darkness except for the moonlight overhead and ocassional light from the party inside. This one had a cropped mohawk, the sides shorn short, but not bare of hair at all. He had striking blue eyes, the same one from the playful vampire that tried to butter you up with those sweet words and puppy eyes. But while your friend was fully invested in talking to him he was focused on anything but her, giving the rare smile and small divert of his attention when she said something that deserved all of it.
But he wasn't even facing her. He was sitting facing the crowd, body fully turned away, while your friend was turned to her side of the stool looking at him with this dreamy look. As if she were daydreaming instead of actually talking to a person. The man with the mohawk was looking at you. Dead at you. His eyes filled with amusement although his face remained neutral, until he saw you noticed.
Then he flashed you a wide smile, all teeth and this time you could see the top and bottom rows of his teeth in the back as he began to open his mouth. The sharp glare in the light, as they elongated to become sharper by the minute. It was a playful smile, one that wasn't meant to disarm you this time, but spoke to a bigger game being played. A game you had no idea you were playing.
Now the time is close at hand
One you are beginning to think you have already lost. Then you really began searching the crowd, slowly rising to your feet, gathering everyone's things. Trying you best to be as calm as possibke and not give them the satisfaction of scaring you. Thought you're pretty sure your face has already given you away. Time to go. It was past time to go.
Red alarms blaring, a cold chill shooting up your spine. Where was your third friend? It took you longer to find them but you saw them off in a darkened corner, not exactly around it but the man wore an all black hoodie with no distinguishable writing or design on it. You had admittedly overlooked him at least five times before you saw him the sixth. He had a skull mask on and when you looked at him he too was already looking at you.
His eyes dark, darker than anything you have ever seen. Black like a void, with only small flecks of light to be seen, until he blinked and you saw the reflective shine. Your friend was draped over him drunkenly and her hands wandered clumsily wherever she could reach. He seemed to care less about her wandering hands, no, like the others his eyes were locked on you. You felt the intensity of all four pairs as if they were standing right in front of you.
Better go now while you can
Nope. You think the fuck not. You were all leaving. Now. The music slowly began to change into something darker. Dangerous. Picking up in mood.
Just like that, it began, appetite, emotion
Turning your attention back to the man at the booth you swallowed your pride and narrowed your eyes. Daring him. Daring them all. If they wanted you they were sure as shit going to work for it. Game on.
Just like that, it began, appetite, emotion
The words weren't spoken. They didn't need to be. It was a silent declaration. One all of you were in agreement upon. Fine. Let's play.
All along, all the time, appetite, emotion
All along, all the time, appetite, emotion
Emotion, emotion
You moved then. Rising from the table and making a bee line for the bar but something drew you away, from the path. A feeling. An intense power washing over you, one that didn't belong to you. That far surpassed you currently.
Turning away you make a detour. Following the pull until you saw him, tucked away in the back. You twist to look over your shoulder both ways. Catching a glimpse of the mahogany skinned vampire in the distance. Watching you curiously, as if he was confused why you weren't approaching any of them to get your friends.
You blink and turn away squeezing through the bodies and disappearing into the crowd of bodies. Making your way over Reno turned to face you. "I need your help." He quickly rose from his seat, apparently the bar had another bartender to take his place. Carefully he led you up some stairs with a large hand on your back, to a room and allowed you to go inside first before following and closing the door, locking it.
The intensity of the four men melted away as soon as you stepped through the threshhold. "Your friends in danger?" He asked and you nodded afraid they would hear. "You can't hear us in here. Their senses get thrown off if they come close.
The music was so dull here, you could finally think. Or it seemed to stop. You wouldn't tell and you didn't have the time to ask. "I'll gather your friends and get them somewhat sober, you just make sure you have all their stuff. Play the game." He said.
"How did you— nothing goes on in my club without me knowing. Nothing, pretty thing." Reno winked playfully. "So I'm just supposed to do what— run straight towards the danger?" You asked.
"If you want your friends out alive and relatively unharmed you have to play it the way they want. Switch tactics too early and you'll yip them off. These aren't you run of the mill vampires. You tip one off this whole thing falls apart." He offered with a casual wave.
"You want me to invite the wolves to feast? You play games like that you become the feast!" You bark back towards him, but if anything Reno just smirked. "You trust me with your friends don't you? Trust me with you."
"Cause I'm the only way any of you are getting out of here. You don't have much of a choice." You hated how smug he was. You hated how right he was even more. "Fine. But this better work." You sigh dragging your hand down your face.
"I'm gonna go put this stuff in my car and then I'll be back." You said. "Can you at least give me a drink on the house? Something hard a bitter. Something I can down." You sigh.
Reno hummed before nodding towards you. "I'll be ready when you come back." You blink and shake the nerves out. It was all or nothing. Straightening your shoulders you walked towards the door and back outside the music returning to normal. Continuing as if it had stopped just to let you breath in there. The same intensity returning again, settling in your bones.
The moment it begins, take over everything
Burning a trail to the front door, you leave, placing everything in your car. Rising to your full height you close the door keeping your keys on you. Listening around you looked around in the darkness, searching for movement of anything.
Finding nothing you turned around fully expecting someone to be behind you but finding no one. Closing your eyes for a few seconds you began to walk back to the club. Making you way over to the bar you see Reno, taking the drink he slides across to you.
The moment it begins, I know you can feel it
Grabbing it you down the dark liquor, feeling the burn and rough taste as it went down. The first one is always the hardest to get down no matter what liquor it was straight. Feeling the effects of the liquor begin to settle in you, the heat and wave of disorientation from drinking something so strong without warning. After doing so you make your way to the dance floor and lose yourself in the dark beat.
The moment it begins, erasing everything
With newfound confidence you began dancing. Moving along slow to the song. Your partner is eager and clumsy, clearly too intoxicated to do more than grind against you poorly. But you take it with stride. Reaching back to began wrapping your arms around his neck.
The moment it begins, I know you can feel it
His hands are rougher than what comfortable and before it gets too much someone else cuts in. Fluid and smooth like silk. Large hands firmly pull you back, gently guiding you with the thrum of music. You began to notice something off though, unlike the give and heat of your previous partner this one is lukewarm at best.
I know you can feel it
Firm and solid against you in a way your previous partner was not. Patient and confident where the other was far too eager and clumsy. Looking down you grabbed one of the arms guiding you, seeing mahogany skin flash in the light, just as a lip brush the shell of your ear. The voice sounded amused with a teasing lilt to it towards the end. "I'm sure you won'tmind me cutting in, right love?" The british accent a dead give away.
I know you can feel it (I know you can feel it)
Feel it in me
The vampire from a month ago, the one that easily charmed your friend. You couldn't remember his name. Or had he never given it to begin with? You can't recall. The fuzziness in your brain buzzing pleasantly. But your pulse still shot up, your body and concious brain knowing the danger you were in.
I know you can feel it (I know you can feel it)
Feel it in me
The only indication you recieved that he noticed was the soft chuckle in your ear. "Relax, love. I promise I won't bite." He said pressing his lips to the area just below your ear.
I know you can feel it
"Unless you want me to." You attempt to pull away, the action causing his hands to tense around you just slightly, pinning you to him. Solid. Immoveable.
Feel it in me
You felt him lean down and press his lips tenderly to your pulse, feeling the thrum of the carotid vein beneath, the heat of your skin that his had long since lost. His lips part and you feel the barest brush of teeth against your skin. You heart jumped and his grin only widened as you two continued to dance.
I know you can feel it
"Thanks for throwing us a bone." He replied. "I was hoping you'd take it and get lost now still be here wrecking havoc. You're like stray cats." You hiss. He laughed at that trailing a hand up you body to cup your throat, tilting your head up instead of down. So you could see. Your eyes locked on three pairs staring at you. Familiar in every way. All hungry. All determined. All thoroughly lost in you. "You feed them once and now you can't get rid of them." You reply, but all your heat was gone.
Feel it in me
"We've taken a shine to you, love. Look at all the attention you're getting." He murmured. "I don't want it." You struggle to keep eye contact with the way the man behind you is guiding you. The way the liquor is moving through you system dulls your will to fight, content to stay against something solid and grounding.
Feel it in me
Dangerous. Solid. Teasing. Grounding. Inviting. Your undoing.
Feel it in me
A war waged on inside you. One part wanted something you could fall back on. Something you never had before and the other all to aware of the death that you were courting. The urge to fall back into the comfort of anothers embrace was strong. But awareness crept back up to the forefront of your conciousness, getting louder by the moment.
All the pieces of the plan
Looking around you noticed your friends were gone, nowhere to be found and as long as they were safe you could somewhat relax. "You're not used to having someone you can rely on are you? You give in too easy to my embrace to be familiar with it." He points out calmly, voice soothing and warm where his body lacked it.
Better go now, while you can
You blinked once. Twice. Three times in a row. What were you doing? What was the alcohol making you do? Were you mad?
Feel it in me
Without missing a beat you swiftly wretched away from him and made for the door. You were done. Enough was enough for tonight. Hoe could you have gotten so comfortable? How could you have let your guard down so easily.
All the pieces of the plan
You could feel the eyes on you, the walls seemed suffocating. They had closed in almost air tight. You had to leave now or you never would. You knew it. They knew it. Which is why your dance partner was chasing after you.
Better go now, while you can
You could feel the distance being closed. Your heart full on racing down as all logic and reasoning left, all that you were experiencing was a prey response. Escape. Run. Hide. Run.
Feel it in me
You reached the door and rushed outside, finally able to breathe before you took off towards your awaiting car. One of your friends in the drivers seat, reaching for your keys you found them missing.
Oh
Getting in the car you sunk down and low as you could between the bodies next to you. You didn't care how your friend got your keys. How they all got in your car before you. All you care about was that you were leaving. Far away from that club and you vowed never again.
I was reading a Gaz vampire fic and thought of this. Imagine Sinners x COD Modern Warfare 141. Where you are a witch and are at a club, house party or whatever and the 141 show up trying to get in. Let's say it's a boarding house party. Let's say it's your house. Let's also say... absolutely the fuck not are we allowing vampires into my house! Much less my party! John tries to be casual and nice but you're not falling for it. Johnny tries to be playful and sweet but you can see the barest hint of fang flash when he thinks he's got you in his eagerness and gets shot down.
And you don't even see Simon cause he's on your roof trying to get drunk couples and absolutely sloshed single people to invite him in on the second floor but they're more worried of why he's on the roof and how tf he got there and wasn't bothered in the slightest. Which frustrates him and makes him grind his fangs in irritation and put all of them on his shit list. They may be drunk but a lot of them mfs are not stupid and he hates it.
Cause that's what he's used to stupid drunk humans and he comes here and these mfs somehow still have a brain cell enough to be like, "Yea you climbed out there you can stay out there. Find your own way back in." And Kyle who is arguable by your standard the MOST dangerous comes up to the door all "pretty boy" charm.
Flashing you a dazzling smile with no hint of fang whatsoever, but you know better. He talks smooth and flirty. Easy going and confident, disarmingly so. His eyes hold this dulled intensity, replaced mostly with this soft look. But you can see the simmer below. The hunger deep down. You aren't swayed by his words and mannerisms. No matter how nice that accent sounds to your ears. You tell him to piss off too.
Each one of them tried and failed. They were drawn to you before they even saw you. But when you opened the door you became their sole interest. You then began making plans to keep everyone safe. You enchant all their accessories and jewlery to keep them safe if they go outside which you forbid first.
Claiming with a lie that there are bears roaming about and to stay inside. Even if they go outside the enchanted jewlery will keep them safe so long as it isn't removed, they can't be bitten. Your friend calls you and tells you there are men at the door and you roll your eyes and go back over about to tell them to piss off when you see your friend talking to Kyle, his eyes flick to yours and you see him flash a smirk towards you. You had never flew over to a door so quick in your life.
"You— turning to your friend pointing at her— take your ass back in there and don't talk to him! And you— stay away from my friends go find someone elses party to wreck!" Kyle raises his hands placatingly in surrender backing away from the door.
"This is notification only and you weren't notified to come. Go ruin someone's else's night. Plenty of other parties to go to why this one?" You sigh. "You, love." Is all he can get out before you slam the door in his face. "Fiesty one, tha' woman is." Johnny says with a chuckle and shake of his head.
"Smart too." Simon cuts in eyeing the door with interest. "We've got time lads, let's wear 'er out. Mornin's not for at least six more hours." John says and the four agree to keep trying. You'll give in long before they do. You have to. Even if the sun comes up they'll keep coming back. They've got plenty of time. Do you? It goes on all night. Them asking to be let in and you telling them to fuck off. A guy comes in late to the party and Johnny and Kyle stop him asking if he could invite them in cause they forgot their invites. The guy being nonethewiser agrees and walks up to the door amd you by this point are thoroughly done with the vampires storm to the door and yank it open going to cuss them out but stopping dead in your tracks seeing a super late guest.
He was always known to show up late so you let him in and turn your back for a split second and a cold chill runs up your spine, your heart starts to race and your soul feels like it's being crushes. Your heart feels as if it could burst with the omen of darkness that just hit you. Slowly turning over your shoulder you see the four men from before standing crowded at your door taking up the entire space of it. "Oh I almost forgot." Your eyes looked towards the late guy as he spoke and realization set in too late. "You can come in." The loud shriek you just let out did nothing to stop the party but startled the new guest who looked at you as if you were crazy. "No! Do you realize what you've just done? You just got everyone killed!" He looked between you and the four men at the door who pretended that he didn't even exist anymore.
All they were focused on was you. You had this deer in the headlights expression and it was amusing. John— their leader— steps forward from the group closer towards the doorway and places his hands on the doorframe, looking down at you from his superior height. How had you not realized how tall he was before? He leaned down just barely and held your gaze, flashing you a smile all wide and open to show the full expanse of teeth including fangs, top and bottom. "Playtimes over, swee'art." He murmurs lowly to you. Taking a step forward to cross the threshold but unable to. Stopped by a force that he can't see but can feel, thrumming powerfully against him. His smile flaters, replaced with one of confusion as he looks at you. Then you blink, once, twice, as you come back from the brink. You heart no longer pounding as loudly as before as realization seems to hit you as well. Then you turn to the guy still standing there oblivious. You grab him by his arm without thinking and turn to John before throwing him full force outside. "For your trouble, you can have him. And only him everyone else is off limits, be gone with you!" You say watching the guy smack into John, making him stumble back in surprise away from the door as you slam it shut. Resting your back against the door and sighing in relief. You started going through the process of what could have saved you and it clicked. Earlier today you had gotten the deed and vhanged the name on the house so it belonged to you. Only you could invite people in.
Thankful you got the deed to the house and put it in your name you made a mental note. If a guest was super late they don't come in. And no one invites another person. Everyone almost died. You pressed your ear to the door and could hear struggling and the guy you just threw out yelling and telling someone to, "Get off of me!" Yelling for help but no one could hear and no one was coming. You sunk down to the floor and rested your head in your hands. Maybe that will make them go away. Giving them one person to save everyone else. You would carry this death with you to your grave you just hoped you were right. Unfortunately that only gave them more reason to be near you. Like a stray cat that you feed once and sticks around this wouldn't be the last time you see them. You open the door hours later and see no body and no mess and the four men gone. But a note stuck in a part of your door. You peer out from side to side to make sure no one is there and carefully peek your head out and snatch the note missing the four pairs of reflective eyes watching you from beyond the forest line as you opened it and read it. "Thanks for the appetizer, love. We'll leave you be tonight, enjoy your party. Don't worry about the body and the mess we took care of it. We'll be seeing you around." — John. What have you done? Without further preamble you slam the door shut. You couldn't even enjoy your party too worried about everyone else until the sun came up. Until everyone got in their cars safely and peeled out. Until you made sure everyone was accounted for. Until it was noon and you were able to try and get some sleep.
I might write this. Maybe. My love has been smashed since 6 times I tried posting this. It's been like 6 hours. I swear to god!😭😭😫😫
That's a good ass question that I never thought of til now. This mf WOULD genuinely be waterboarding tf outta himself. And so would Konig's ass too! As well as Nikto and probaby Horangi! I have been ruined! Ruined I tell you! I will never be the same again! 😭😭😭😭😭
Kal: *Haggling with a vendor about the price of beviiragir to the point of an argument and guns are drawn*
Ordo, completely picking up his father figure under the armpits and carrying him back to the speeder like a toddler: “That’s enough out of you Kal’buir.”
chat am I cooked it's malleus draconia from twisted wonderland YAYYY but it's his overblot form. I'm going to be in an endless sleep...still awesome tho he's my favorite ✌️🐸
tagliat...if you don't do it I'm going to beat you up....maybe...: @grimmshood @hakugin0 @leviathansgothwife @teddievision @cerleo-yi @darowanthetree
YO it was nice knowing you guys. bed gon be broke and my butt will be as well soon after. Am i concerned about the toxicity and pure evilness?? what the hell why'd you asks smth like that.
@kaytheberry @yayaza-b33 @shadexxxx @noroi-om @var4ng @melodramatticly @glumet-shadow uhm and anyone else im forgetting......
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
So Samsung has decided to discontinue Samsung Messages on Jul 6 2026. WHY?! FUCKING WHY?!! We can't have shit. I have been forced to go over to Google Messages and I hate it. I have lost all customization and have this bullshit generic, corporate and soulless messenger app. Google is invasive as hell. I stopped using a lot of Google stuff a while ago. Unless it's imoortant and I have to I don't use it. Google steals a lot of your information and sells it. I am forced to lose my creativity and ability to personalize my messenger app now. Utter bullshit. I don't want to use my email to communicate with others. I don't give a damn if it has RSC. Googles interface is ass and they refuse to change it. And on RSC is changes the layout for everyone. They don't have a true dark mode for some odd ass reason. And Google owning everything and having access to more and more stuff is trash. I don't care abour better images. I don't care about message typing. I don't care about high encryption. Samsung could have easily worked on it and made their encryption better. It is due to their connection with Google that everything is going to fall apart from us. First Samsung Pass merging eith Samsung Wallet cause why? One is for passwords the other is for funds. You don't put passwords in your actual wallet. That just doesn't makr sense. What are we going to lose next the phone app and the gallery app?! Like be so fucking forreal. Yet another reason 2026 is an ass year for me. Cause wtf? We genuinely can't have shit. And everyone is happy because of RCS. You don't have to sacrifice creativity and genuine customization for better encryption, images and message capabilities. We are losing out as a collective due to corporate greed. Google owning everything and beung all up in your business is not good. People just blow past how invasive Google is if it means better messages. Like wtf. Just because something seems better doesn't mean it is in the longrun. My friend had been so used to Google Messages that he forgot you could customize Samsung Messages. Like lord thry are taking everything away. Why? Why? Why? Just why? Why can't we have things anymore? Why is greed the answer. Because we as a collective are going to suffer with Google being able to control more and more of every app you use is not good. Too much power for one corporation to have. This sucks.
Bro. I don't even get to the "The" part. It literally have to write a basic [I lie. Detailed] premise on what it's about and then add tags because if I don't I will foeget about it. And have just a blank slate. I have to add as many rags as possible to jog my memory otherwise it's just gone into the void. Had to do that last night. I don't even start the fic. Sometimes I just jump to the interesitng part and then work my way down or up. I've done this roo many times. I know myself too well. And then I tweak it as I go. And often times the tweaking takes way longer. And sometimes the writing can. Especially when I find repetitive words I want to change. I am haunted by a fic I wrote so long ago when I was new and just repeated one word repetitively throughout the entire fic. Now if I repeat a word more than once in a way I percieve is too close together I have to change it. It'll drive me crazy cause all I think about is the cringe I went through and the comment of someone yelling in all caps, "STOP SAYING *insert repetitively word*!" I had forgotten about that until they reminded me in all cap and no all I feel is cringe. I almost deleted the whole fic cause it was all cringe to me when I went back. Holy hell! But I kept it only cause some people told me it was inspiring. I still fight vehemently against myself everyday not to delete that whole story. Wipe it from my history and the internet as best I can cause nothing is truly ever erased.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality✓ Free Actions
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
still living with my parents as an adult is just like. i'm grateful to not have to pay for groceries. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to have a roof over my head and not have to pay rent. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful to not have to worry about sending out endless job applications that all lead to nowhere. i have to get out of here. i'm grateful i'm grateful i'm so fucking grateful. i have to get out of here
To improve account security, we now alert you if your AO3 password matches a password known to be compromised on other sites. If you see this banner when logging in, please change your password. For more advice on protecting your account: otw-news.org/y8jnay3v
I was wondering why this popped up today. Good that they're upgrading that. Everyone should know this and use this. If your password is compromised on one site then everything could be compromised. All a person needs is one password and then they can slowly get access to others things. It is a good measure. We all ened to get into the pattern of chsnging our password when there is a breach of any kind. Everything needs to be changed. Immediately. Most of the time it can stop something before it happens. Frequently changing passwords is a hassle. I know. But it's better than someone stealing all your shit and having to rebuild and cut your losses. It doesn't matter if it isn't you that's doing it. No one cares about that. Especially the government. For all intents and purposes that person IS YOU. The damage that they cause under your pseudonyms or even your real name falls on you. Even if it isn't your fault. Because it's easier to blame the person whose name it is than finding the actual shitty person that hacked into your account and stole your infomation. It's bullshit and lazy and ruins peoples lives and connections as well as all their hard work. But we live in a society where the victim is constantly blamed even though they took every precaution and were wronged because it's the easier thing and the needs of the many [the rich] outweight the needs of the few [the poor]. Which is ironic cause the rich are few in number and the poor as vast in number. But that doesn't matter on money and status. Protect your identity both in real life and the pseudonyms you take on. There are people put here that just don't care. And they vastly putweight the people that do. Stay up and be easy.
