“Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope.”

— Vincent Van Gogh

just crying over how romantic Freddie & Jim were nbd

One last treat to wrap up 2022. Hope you enjoy yourselves today, peeps!

Grey Warden Cullen

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

“Make me.” for Reyes & Cerys

Thank you so much for the ask. I've decided to use this in the final chapter of Moments (which is the prequel to Saints and Liars). This is also kinda long and smutty so I've put it behind a cut!

The lovely art was made by Baragera.

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Reyes backed Cerys against the wall and pinned her between his arms. He leaned closer in a push-up motion, holding his lips just above hers as he watched her eyes intently. Her blue eyes were wide as she gazed up at him with a simmering look of excitement.

"Reyes-" her voice was shaky, and he could see the dilation in her pupils, knew she was aroused. "People will be looking for us, we should get back to the party-"

He laughed huskily and slid a leg between hers, enjoying the feeling of power he had over her. Knowing that she would give into him despite her protests. She was as much as slave to this passion between them as he was.

"You want me to stop, querida?" Reyes smirked and leaned further into her. He moved slightly so he could cup her face with one hand, his thumb tracing her full lower lip. "Make me; say the word and I'll let you go."

He claimed her mouth with his, kissing her with all the pent-up frustration lingering from the fight with the Archon's forces. Fighting always made him horny, and having to sit through a frustratingly long ceremony in Cerys' honour afterwards had left him at boiling point. He wanted her. He wanted to possess her and make her scream for him over and over. He wanted to hear those soft little cries she made only for him.

The rest is under a cut!

Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered softly as he unzipped her jacket and slipped his hand inside, massaging her breast. Reyes smiled; she was already his. Her resistance was token, an attempt at being a good girl, but he could tell that she wanted this as much as he did.

The chances of anyone actually coming looking for them was slim, not with the drinking and partying going on. Anyone and everyone would be too busy partying in her honour to notice that she'd slipped away, and those that had noticed were hardly likely to come knocking on the Pathfinder quarters and interrupting them.

"Reyes!" she gasped his name as he let his hand drift lower, casually flicking open the buttons of her jeans and sliding his hand inside.

She bit her lip and whimpered, clinging to him as his hand slipped into her underwear. Her head tipped back, resting against the wall as her legs trembled. She was already wet for him, and he traced a finger through her slick warmth and then circled her clit, his touch gentle and slow as he watched the expression of pleasure flicker over her face.

Did she have any idea how beautiful she looked like this? How perfect and pure she seemed when in his arms? When she stopped being the Pathfinder and just became Cerys. His Cerys.

Reyes gave her lips a another kiss and eased his hand out of her underwear. Cerys mumbled a complaint, and he grinned as he hooked his fingers around her jeans and tugged them down to her ankles. Her underwear was dealt with in a similar fashion, and he couldn't resist the urge to slide his hands over her creamy legs and the swell of her ass as she stepped out of them.

She was perfect.

With an almost feral growl of hunger he kissed his way down her neck and pushed her jacket off her shoulders. It fell to the floor with a thump as he pulled her shirt up and over her head. Reyes kissed along her collarbone, traced the lace of her bra, and slowly went to his knees as he kissed his way down her stomach.

He could feel her muscles flexing under his lips, and he rolled his eyes up to look at her as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulders and nuzzled his way between her legs.

"Reyes!" she gasped his name, a thread of laughter in her voice. "I can't hold myself up! I'll fall!"

He drew back and glanced up at her with a smirk. "Well, we can't have that."

He could feel her legs shaking, and with a grunt he cupped his hands under her ass and swung her around to the nearby bed. She sank into the edge with a shaky laugh, her hands fastening into his hair as he hooked both of her legs over his shoulders and returned his attention back to her warm wet core.

He traced her folds with his tongue, lapping delicately at her clit before he thrust his tongue deep into her core and sucked. Cerys let out a moan that was almost a scream as her fingers convulsed, her nails scratching his scalp. He swirled his tongue around, focusing her her clit as she panted and let go of him, falling back on the bed.

His cock throbbed almost painfully in the constraints of his pants, an insistent pulse of need as he went down on Cerys. Reyes unzipped his flight suit as he licked and sucked, needing desperately to get himself free. He shrugged the jacket off and slid the suit down his arms and torso, gaining a measure of relief as he slid the suit over his hips and freed his erection.

"Last chance to say the word, bebecita," he teased as he moved over her on the bed, stroking his cock as he took in the site of her spread out beneath him.

She opened those gorgeous blue eyes and threw a mock glare at him. "God, you're an insufferably smug bastard sometimes, Reyes!"

He laughed huskily as he crawled up her body and gathered her close for a kiss. She responded hungrily, wrapping her arms around him and hooking one leg around his waist as he positioned himself at her slick entrance and very slowly began to push inside of her. Cerys whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders, urging him to move faster and harder.

Reyes kissed her gently and nuzzled her neck. "You feel so sweet. Every time I'm inside of you I want to make it last forever."

She moaned his name and clung tighter, burying her face in his neck. He continued to move inside of her with slow careful thrusts, enjoying the velvety warmth of her pussy and the way she gripped him tightly. What he'd said wasn't a lie - she was the sweetest kind of oblivion he knew. When he was with her everything else fell away and he forgot who and what he was.

Reyes caught her hands with his, entwining their fingers as he fucked her softly, gently, dusting her face with kisses as the familiar tight heat began to build inside of him. Cerys moved with him with slow rocks of her hips, her legs wrapped around his hips as though she wanted to pull him closer.

He couldn't remember ever feeling this way with a woman; so hungry and needy for everything she could give him.

Cerys came first, and he drank down her soft little cries of ecstasy, kissing her gently as she trembled in his arms. His own relief washed over him not long after, and he buried his face in her neck as a wave of sensation washed through him, earth shattering in it's intensity. They lay together for long minutes afterwards, holding each other as their heart rate slowed, enjoying a moment of peace together.

WIP Wednesday

Title: The Cost of Betrayal Fandom: Mass Effect: Andromeda Characters: Lucas Ryder (Pathfinder), Kaelyn Ryder, Reyes Vidal Genre: angst

"Vidal," Lucas said on a growl and raised his pistol, aimed it at Reyes. Reyes entered, holding up his hands in a placating manner. "Ryder, listen to me." "Oh, you're done saying pretty words." Lucas practically snarled the words as his gun hand twitched. "You used those on Kaelyn and that's how you managed to steal her away. The last ones you'll utter will be the location where you're keeping my sister." He raised his weapon further, looked through the sight at Reyes' heart. "Now." "I didn't take her, Lucas." His finger trembled on the trigger. "Liar." Reyes remained standing with his hands in the air, the only thing indicating his stress being the tight lines around his mouth. "Ryder, please," he said softly, eyes never leaving Lucas' face, "I don't know what Sloane told you, but I did not kidnap your sister. I have no reason to." Lucas scoffed, "Right." He lowered his pistol slightly, but still kept it pointed at the exile. "You wouldn't want to try and get at the implant in her head for your own gain? Sounds like something you'd do." Reyes' eyes changed, expression turning contemplative, then angry. "That's what she told you? You would believe I could kill Kaelyn?" He lowered his arms and stepped forward. Took another one when no one shot at him. "Lucas, think. Sloane is manipulating you. I have no reason for wanting to piss you off. I wanted to work together, but you chose Sloane, who has always hated the Nexus. Think, man!" Vetra coughed, drawing everyone's attention. "It makes sense, Ryder." Lucas snapped his head around to glare at the turian, who added, "Lower your gun and we'll figure this out." "There's nothing to figure out! I don't even really fucking care why he took Kaelyn, but he took her!" Drack stepped forward, sheathing his gun as he grunted. "You're hurting, kid - in more ways than I can count. You're desperate and don't want to lose your sister, I get that. But you know Sloane's story doesn't make sense." "Lyn wouldn't go into the Badlands alone without telling us," Liam spoke up. "Not even for him," he said with a nod toward Reyes. "Not now." Lucas finally lowered his gun completely and shook his head. He raised his hand to his face and pinched the bridge of his noise between two fingers. Clenching his eyes shut, he shook his head again. "No. Reyes lies. Sloane can't." "What?" Cora asked softly, everyone else staring at him with various incredulous expressions on their faces.

The Lion of Honnleath (2024)

“Write one good clean sentence and put a period at the end of it. Then write another one.” — M. F. K. Fisher

Am i the only one who imagined the first meet like this?? *swooon*

The power this man holds is unreal...

hello new fallout fans! here is some of my compiled That Old Man art.

Another The Witcher fanart based on an amazing idea by vortexoffate.

I was truly thrilled drawing this beautiful scene! ❤

me: I’m going to write a fic to my own entertainment

also me, writing said fic:

What's happening, cowboy?

Inspired by Tom of Finland, Untitled (Portrait of Pekka), 1975.

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