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charmixpower · 8 months

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got any future plans for adding to the child Valtor au, because the more i think about the more i wonder about how his age changes the way he interacts with the characters and vice versa

I cannot tell you how much I've been thinking about child Valtor ever since I made that post

You what a bunch of hcs??? You get a bunch of hcs!!!

Like Winx says that Valtor was made by the ancestral witches, he wasn't born, and he actively trashes against the control the ancestral witches have on him and they straight up help Bloom kill him for the kicks?? And it's like, just there? I love it but it's so easy to kill off Valtor bc he has control over his actions and he's an adult and you don't get to sit with these uncomfortable implications due to that. The tragedy has already happened, it's passed, you don't have to look at it. You know??? Not anymore, we all hurt forever

Can you imagine being Daphne??? Seeing Valtor hiding behind Belladonna's leg, this child. Can't be older than 11. Fighting your fellow Nymph's, and you can't even think about that, pay attention to that, because you need to fight Belladonna and protect your planet. This wasn't a priority, that child those evil women created wasn't a priority. How would you ever recover??

The company of light is made up of educators, people who dedicated their life to children. A stutter, a small child's eyes winding in panic. None of them could follow though. It was safer to kill him, he was made, he doesn't have a soul, it was the right option. They send him to the Omega dimension instead

He wakes up from the ice to see Belladonna's cold eyes staring back at him. She doesn't look the exact same but he knows that smile and he knows those eyes. He'd recognize his mother anywhere. He does what he's told for new Belladonna too, not that he knows why. Icy has plans, plans he's supposed to help out with

He clings to Bloom. Her magic feels like his, she's the only person who could begin to understand how he feels. She was chosen too, right? She gets it doesn't she? How could she not. He just wants someone, anyone to understand him, to help him. He couldn't tell you what he wants help with. The Ancestral Witches say he's loyal to them, and he's never been able to disagree with them before

He doesn't like the winx, he's never shared in his life and is loathed to start now. He plays tricks and schemes and never kills them. He mains, he disables, he distracts. This is fun. He's never had a true enemy, rival. The company of light wanted to defeat his mother's, these are his fights. It's fun, he wants to keep them

(You ever think about the amount of times Valtor could of straight up killed the winx or put his mark on them and he just kinda doesn't and then gives their romantic rivals a love potion??? Bc I do. That was weird and the entire reason this au exists. Like Valtor basically made the perfect opportunities for the winx to get their Enchantix by never directly trying to kill them. It's almost funny)

Valtor is completely incapable of free will but he does experience desires and he has the ability to think for himself. One of the winx asks him why he's doing all of this and he literally can't answer, he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to be here, but he does? That's why he's doing it, right? And the girlies get a front row seat to a child gaslighting themselves to cope with their inability to control their own actions

He wants to be powerful! The most powerful person in the dimension! Then he could do whatever he wants! Then he would be free! At least that's what he tells himself (he knows it's not true, but children are allowed to have their fantasies)

They could extinguish kill. He barely came up to Bloom's chest, and they could just extinguish him. If Bloom pulled at the fire element in his body and Aisha the water they could pull him apart. Making a soul sounded impossible and has never been done before but that's the only way to release the Ancestral Witches control on Valtor, so they'll do it

#post s3 Valtor is adopted by light rock and Bloom is his sister. hes just this insane kid they all take turns babysitting #yes that Valtor‚ the wizard of magic‚ the Ancestral Witche's most powerful weapon. his favorite flavor of icecream is mint chocolate chip.#ive only had one type of ice cream i can stomach if you think my ice cream assessment was wrong im sorry but do you get the vibe???#adult Riven who works at Rf lecturing the class while a world class war monger works on fractions at his desk with a slurpee #i can go more into my post s3 thoughts for him if you want. its just him being a kid™#rus chatters #asks #winx Valtor #child!valtor #winx club #winx headcanons

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lanaswansblog · 1 month

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all my pics

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livingrief · 22 days

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a flower can't bloom without light

The day had come to an end early. Finn wanted nothing more than to retire to his room and rest. Although once there, a familiar figure waited before his door. Lachesis. He waited and watched for a moment. Had she been eating? Had she slept? Well, he may as well announce his presence.

“Lachesis,” Finn started. The look on her face was expectant, yet somehow content. It was a much better look than last time. It occurred to him to ask what she wanted, but perhaps that was crude. She was his wife, after all.

“Let’s go inside.” The door opened to a rather meager and scarcely lived-in room, but it was not a space Lachesis had not seen before. Still, a lady deserved better. A small table sat by the window. Finn invited her to sit down and waited for her to speak. He could always choose cruel words, but he was tired of seeing her sad. Tired of being ruthless.

Lachesis sat down across from him, seeming to hold a package of some sort. “This is for you,” she said. “I wanted to repay you for the food and drink you gave me.”

Oh that. But why would she bother repaying me?

“Ah that,” Finn nodded curtly. “But you don’t need to give me anything in repayment.”

“Please, just take it.” Her eyes lowered as she handed him the gift.

Finn took it, as if waiting for the order to open it. When was the last time someone bought him something? And from Lachesis… His hand brushed across the surface of the gift wrap.

But then Lachesis began speaking again, before he could gather his thoughts. “I admit it was strange to me that you did not kick me out of your room that one night, but it was even stranger when you brought me food. I always assumed you hated me, detested me to the core of your being.”

What? What is she saying?

“What an evil woman I am….What a tragedy it is that you had to wed me…”

Finn could not hear anymore. He pulled one of Lachesis’ hands into his own, voice dripping with desperation. “Lachesis, you have it all wrong….How could I hate you? When did I say I hated you”

“It is not something you have to say with words!”

It is then that Finn looked into her brown eyes and saw grief. Tears falling out and tears that he caused. So caught up in his own politics that he…

“But I did it for you…..” his voice nearly faltered.

“What?”

“Nothing good would come of being near a person like me,” Finn uttered. “You were better off like that, I thought.”

His thoughts stirred in all sorts of directions. Had he strayed? But Lachesis did not let go of his hand. Instead, her voice drew more softly. “Finn,” she mustered, “despite how you changed, I never stopped loving you. I never wanted to be apart,” the sorrow in her voice was undeniable.

Any sort of response escaped him. Finn was reminded of how often he pushed her away without a thought. It’s better this way. Don’t come near me. I might hurt you. You deserve better. But she still loved him….

“Lachesis…” She was still the same woman that he loved, the same proud princess who captured his heart all those years ago. But so much had changed. Was he still allowed to love her? He looked back up to her face, the tears that ran down and stained such beauty. Knowing he was the cause of such sorrow was unbearable. How could he do this to her?

Please, smile again.

Finn did the only thing he could think of - pulling Lachesis into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Lachesis, I’m sorry.”

It wouldn’t be good enough to mend what he had broken or to soothe her heart for now - he could still hear her cries - but he tried. The knight held her tightly for what felt like forever.

But he hadn’t answered her question, had he?

Maybe, with some more time….

Later, she would fall asleep in his room and it would be okay. Morning would come by Lachesis’ side and it was just a little brighter.

#;ic where death cannot take me #drabbles: a flower can't bloom without light #supports: lachesis

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picavecalyx · 10 months

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will bite you if you light a firework near her.

#ic ;; blue bird bloom #yea #me fr :handshaking: silva #i keep remembering it's the 4th of july and DREADING for tonight </3 #at least i'm not in my hometown where they light fireworks for WEEKS before AND after

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quillheel · 8 months

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finished all the new tags! ( tag post! )

you know, i'm a little sad to phase out the old tags with the new ones but i think these are much more cohesive and consistent with theming yknow? the old ones were themed off of old things and nostalgia and horror ( because i made them back in the days when I was exclusively a little nightmares roleplayer ) but also very loose and thrown together, so I think i'm happier with these over-all :] i also changed my crown symbol since honestly I like this one a lil more BKHB

━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.

━ ♔ love will cut you & ask you to carry on singing : musing.

━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.

━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.

━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.

━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.

━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.

━ ♔ til there’s nothing left to love but yourself : promos.

━ ♔ on such longing i couldn’t spit out : shipping.

━ ♔ shielding your eyes from the bright noon-light : studies.

━ ♔ ass-to-speech can’t save you now : crack.

━ ♔ the new green of spring is shimmering : dash.

━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.

━ ♔ watch me hold them to the light : saved.

━ ♔ the sun has made them warm : wishlist.

━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.

━ ♔ & hunt something you have a hope of killing : psa.

━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.

#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#━ ♔ love will cut you & ask you to carry on singing : musing.#━ ♔ blooming forth in every color : prompts.#━ ♔ your slightly mad sea-captain : ooc.#━ ♔ to jump from anywhere & make it home : threads.#━ ♔ eyes roll away like hard green chestnuts : visage.#━ ♔ wanting like flesh knitting over a wound : xxx.#━ ♔ til there’s nothing left to love but yourself : promos.#━ ♔ on such longing i couldn’t spit out : shipping.#━ ♔ shielding your eyes from the bright noon-light : studies.#━ ♔ ass-to-speech can’t save you now : crack.#━ ♔ the new green of spring is shimmering : dash.#━ ♔ the world grows green again when you smile : games.#━ ♔ watch me hold them to the light : saved.#━ ♔ the sun has made them warm : wishlist.#━ ♔ messengers and heralds of the extraordinary : important.#━ ♔ & hunt something you have a hope of killing : psa.#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#━ ♔ proof you were not the ghost : open starters.

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shiroselia · 1 year

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Flight Rising people;

Which two familiars do you Really want to get a Fiona Awakening achievement next? (And how would you like that Awakened third recolour to look like?)

#fr #flight rising #I want one for the Gustvul and Solarvul #I'd like it either be inspired by glass slash ice or be northern lights coloured #Aslong as it's blue leaning #They're some of my fave familiars :3 #Other than that I'd love one for the Blooming Grove cerdaes #And that's just cause they're also some of my fave familiars

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godblooded · 1 year

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@rekhenung asked : " here, " a glass is set in front of her; the brew inside is almost pitch black in color, foamy white head sticking to the rim. he knows her love-hate relationship with dark beer. she'd once told him the story of lecter's own craft brew. but this is not that. this is kostritzer schwarzbier, one of his personal favorites. " try this. "

a delicate eyebrow arches upward and creates a sculpted slant that skeptically glances at the tall pint. she thinks about it for only a moment. sees it. the sight is different than she’s seeing before her-- there are chunks floating inside the brew and disappearing to sink to the bottom, breaking up the oceanic crest of froth momentarily with a sickly bubble.

it happens every time. the slight tick of nausea that’s a flick to the back of the head. a hand clasped to the back of her neck. and then it releases. it lasts a brief second. she turns her gaze upward with a hum and takes a breath in, aroma wafting into her nose.

“ coffee? caramel? ”

she always has to ask. she’s always curious if she’s right. she knows she is.

she has a very discerning palate.

#rekhenung #ic. dr. bloom.#meme. dr. bloom.#opposite. erik lehnsherr. rekhenung.#[alana's love alana's light the only person she'll drink GOOD beer with.]

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distopea · 2 years

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@nvrcmplt

Tzvult was sure to leave more money for the man that gave him a dance for the night. Returning to this place with a little more interest outside the drinking side of things, he settled himself into a booth this time. The angle of the room was a little better, and his sense of dress matched it a lot more. Completely black three piece with a red tie and his gloves as usual. Another port at his table but with a selection of wines and whiskies too. He was having a moment for himself, though his gaze remained out for Oliver. Even going as far, after twenty minutes of nothing, to ask one of the other workers here that had finished a dance nearby.

"I request another dance if you are free tonight?"

Even if the distractions were numerous tonight, it was hard for Oliver not to be captivated by the vision near the VIP area. A man, rather tall, rather dangerous, dressed in layers of luxurious materials, fitting the whole mood of the club, but his eyes solemnly focused on him. Oliver wouldn’t deny that he was a man attracted and thriving through the stare of the others, blooming like a flower under their lust and their desires, as he knew he was sometimes an object of pure agony for their irises. He was a prodigious dancer after all – athletic, but elegant, charming in every way possible.

There was still a part of Oliver that was hating the job – he was after all an escort, branded as a prey for those who could afford his services, but despite the money involved, he was not reluctant to be objectified by Tzvult. Perhaps because the man – the beast? – had always been gentle in his gestures, Oliver liked to be only devoured through the intensity of his eyes, his hands always quietly laid on his thighs, but strangely, he had never crossed the line of touching him at all. Oliver could smell his brutality, yet, despite it all, Tzvult remained a man of honor. And it was intriguing.

“Another one?” He asked with a radiant smile, while he brushed his blue hair back on his skull and ruffled it a bit, just to give it the same charming curly volume. His see-through black shirt would allow Tzvult to catch again the mesmerizing motions of the dancer and his muscles, and surely, Oliver felt in the mood to indulge him. He came closer, and poured himself a glass of white wine, only to hum its bitter perfume, giving himself some courage before the rest of the show. “Yes, I can do that.” He accepted without any problem, but instead, he slid the money back to Tzvult’s side. “This one is on the house.”

While the music kept bumping loudly behind their backs, Oliver stopped between the man’s legs, observing his features with a little bit of mischief. He eventually slid his fingers right on the top of his hands, only to catch both of his wrists and placed them on his hips. “You have been watching for a while, but you have never demanded to touch.” He rolled his waist, his motions like an elegant snake capable of following the music. He could twist himself without any problem, his flexibility granting him the most divine and lustful dancing.

“Here.” He invited the man to continue participating in the dance, Oliver daring to crawl on his lap, as he was indeed, a performer of the night, a human imp on his way to seduce what he shouldn’t tempt. “Like this…” He helped him mapping abs underneath the fabric of his shirt, guiding his hand up so he could sense his erect nipples, pointing right to the sky and only for him. “Your touch… Feels dangerous.” Oliver whispered right against his ear, thrusting his hips with a sudden boldness, enough for their crotches to meet.

The music began to fade, and Oliver patiently waited. His lap dance was not done, but surely, he wanted Tzvult to join it with more passion. Through the electric spotlights of the club, his brown irises were gleaming with a forbidden invitation.

#; nvrcmplt #⌇entrechat ( 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 | IC )#⌇under the red lights ( 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 | modern main verse )#⌇another dance deep in the abysses ( 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 / 𝙏𝙯𝙫𝙪𝙡𝙩 )#tw: suggestive #; this was laying in my draft for too long Tala and you must HAVE IT #; there's such a curiosity blooming in Oliver for Tzvult #; allow me to tag these two 😩

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hana-akari · 6 months

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"Who wants to see me fuckin' cut off my arm and reattach it?!"

She was currently drunk, standing on a park bench with a knife. Being a public menace as usual.

#blooming lights: ic #open #she'll do it #dont test her

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halljavalge · 4 months

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Source: mittbladaker

ℍ𝐚𝓵ｌ נ𝐀 𝔳คĻǤẸ

#scandinavian cottage #scandinavian winter #frosty window #candle light #ice blooms

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urhoneycombwitch · 4 months

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common tongue of you lovin' me

🍯 honey flavour: touchstarved loverboy smut

🐝 the bees: Eddie x reader

wc: 2.5k

content warnings: nervous Eddie, touchstarved R, smut, dry humping (is it actually dry if they’re both wet…?), cumming in pants, one (1) use of the word “daddy”, light use of the miscommunication trope

foreword: based on THIS anon everyone say THANKS anon. R and Eddie are in their early 20’s, R is on a gap year from college (so me), they’re in a new relationship with each other, I’m writing this while blasted on edibles idk what else to say 0_o

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By nature, Eddie Munson is not a shy person.

Even though his dark reputation in Hawkins hasn’t been completely erased, he still manages to make friends wherever he goes through sheer force of personality. It’s like a magic trick, one that you never get tired of- he’ll pause in the middle of grocery stores to make faces at a baby in a stroller, getting belly laughs out of a stranger’s kid in less than ten seconds while still holding your hand down the aisle. One second he’s right behind you in the record store, looking over your shoulder as you browsed, and the next he’ll be on one knee charming a elementary school-aged kid into getting the latest Dio album.

You’ve seen him flirt his way out of speeding tickets with Hopper, for christ’s sake.

Eddie isn’t shy by any stretch of the imagination, so after three months of nothing but chaste kisses and quiet hand-holding, you’re left to assume he actually wants to take things slow with you.

He’s been nothing but a gentleman, in these early days of dating- the most action you’ve gotten from him was unintentional. On your third date, a dollop of his ice cream landed on your lap when he used the cone to gesture, which led him to manically grabbing napkins out of his dashboard to wipe at your skirt while you laughed it off. The second he’d brushed against your bare thigh he snapped his hands back like he’d touched a live wire, hastily heaping on apologies, leaving you to allay his nerves while wiping at the stain yourself.

Which, whatever. It’s fine. It’s not like you’re complaining about him being respectful, per se, it’s just that it’s getting harder and harder (hah) to pretend like you don’t wanna fuck him. The feeling between your thighs only seems to increase in intensity when he gives you one of those precious little hand kisses at the end of a date, or a closed-mouth peck before he drives off into the night.

Unfortunately for you and your wet dreams, Eddie Munson has the most edible body you’ve ever seen. Biceps bulging through those form-fitting tees he likes to wear, rounded nose and strong jaw outlined by that cloud of soft black hair, those lithe hips…

Hips that you’re openly staring at from across the room as you sit quietly on Eddie’s couch. He’s reaching up to grab a mug from the cabinet, his Metallica tee pulling up out of his dark denim at the motion, flashing a stripe of his pale lower back.

You feel like a Victorian maid seeing ankle for the first time. You subtly press your thighs together under your short tartan skirt as Eddie moves around the kitchen, talking animatedly about the start of his upcoming campaign.

“I haven’t decided yet if I’m gonna go easy on the little shits or not,” he says, metal spoon clinking against ceramic as he mixes hot chocolate powder. “It’s Max’s first session as an official player, and I don’t wanna scare her off but I do have a reputation to uphold.”

“Yeah,” you agree, giving him a knowing smile as he crosses the room to pass you your mug- “You’re a DM most fearsome. Can’t let them off the hook too easily.”

Eddie blooms under your praise, wiggling his eyebrows with familiar cockiness as he settles on the cushion beside you. “Gotta keep Hawkins' finest in line. It’s a tough gig but I did swear an oath, after all.”

You smile around a sip of hot cocoa, then reach over to set your mug on the coffee table. Eddie has been sat in his usual manner (knees far enough apart to be taking up his whole seat, arm draped casually on the back of the couch) but the second your knee knocks against his, he adjusts himself stiffly, drawing his arm back with a nervous throat-clearing and a murmured “sorry”.

Normally you’d let it go, not wanting to push the issue past the point of his comfortability. But it’s been Three. Months. Of this. And you wanna test the waters, just a little.

“Sorry for what?” You ask, rotating to face him, your shoulders almost-but-not-quite touching.

He’d doing an uncanny impression of a deer caught in headlights, blinking at you with those doey brown eyes, stuttering his way through a weak explanation- “Uh… uh. Sorry for being- f-for touching you?”

There’s a lift at the end of his sentence, one that you mirror with a tilt of your own brow, a playful challenge. “You don’t have to apologize for touching me, Eddie. I’m your girlfriend.”

He chuckles, a nervous edge bleeding around the sound. The curls around his face dance with the head shake he gives. “No, of course, yeah, I know that.”

“Do you?” You scoot closer, a kick of assertiveness giving you the courage to press your leg against his.

“Uh huh.” He’s gazing openly now at the bare skin of your thigh, like he’s waiting to see if it'll burn a hole into his denim.

When you gently lift his hand and place it on the skin that he’s looking at, you hear him gulp, audibly.

So he does want to touch you. Interesting.

You know for a fact Eddie’s not a virgin. Back in high school, you’d both dated around your respective circles, gossip surrounding escapades in the Munson Van circulating back to you through mutual friends. When he’d asked you out a few months previous, you’d happily accepted, wanting to take full advantage of your interim gap year from college. For the first few weeks, you’d chalked his near-celibate behavior up to nerves.

But now, you’ve got him squirming with just a thigh touch. So maybe… he’s waiting for you to make the first move?

Fuck testing the waters- you’re gonna dive in head-first.

You swing your leg over his lap, kneeling on the outside of his hips. His hands automatically go to your waist, and he lets out a little “Oh” as you rest your arms around his shoulders.

“You gonna kiss your girlfriend?” you whisper, forehead crushing into his bangs as you wrap a hand around the back of his neck.

Eddie looks up at you like he’s seeing a full moon for the first time, eyes sparkling with want. “Yeah,” he rasps, angling his face up to kiss you.

It’s soft, at first, like it always has been. His plush lips softly move against yours, breaking for air once, twice; when he kisses you with that same softness for a third time you press your tongue to the seam between his lips.

He lets you in with a little noise, low in the back of his throat as you lick into his mouth. His hands twitch on your hips as your tongues twine, slight movements in his own hips creating a ripple effect.

When the hard seam of his jeans bumps against the warmth of your cunt, you both gasp, your hand at the back of his neck tightening.

“We should probably, um-” he’s panting against your mouth, grip flexing between hard and soft- “I mean, if you wanna stop…”

“I don’t wanna stop. Do you wanna stop?” you ask, equally out of breath.

“Fuck no,” he rasps again, in that smoke-salt voice, and this time when he kisses you it’s with one hand at the back of your head and the other pulling your hips to meet his.

The noises from the wet slide of your mouths are turning you on more than you care to admit, and you’re sure he can feel the damp patch that’s soaking through your panties as the crotch of his jeans make contact again. Which normally would make you feel really self-conscious, if it weren’t for the fact that Eddie’s hard as a rock underneath you, the bulge in his pants thickening with each roll of your hips.

You drop your kisses down, exploring where you haven’t been able to before: against his cheek, his jaw, stopping just behind his ear. Unable to help yourself, you graze your teeth against the velvet skin there, and he jolts beneath you with a small yelp.

“Sorry,” you whisper, still a touch mirthful but soothing your tongue over the mark.

Eddie brushes his thumb across the back of your neck as you continue your path down the column of his throat. “Now who’s sayin’ sorry for no reason. Baby, I’m begging you to do that again.”

So you do, this time at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet, grinning against his skin when he groans and bucks his hips up.

Around your hickey-making, he’s choking out words that you just manage to string together. “I wanna… make you feel- christ, sweetheart- good too, wanna make it good for you-”

When you sit up to see his face, he looks absolutely wrecked- rosy flush in his cheeks, lips swollen and kiss-bitten, pupils blown so big his eyes are nearly black with lust.

“You are making me feel good,” you assure him, pulling the hand he’s got on your neck down to where the end of your skirt sits, pausing before your next move. “You want me to prove it?”

He nods, and you guide him into the warmth of your thighs, letting his fingers graze the stickiness that’s been steadily soaking through the fabric.

Eddie inhales sharply, moans out, “Fuck, honey”, and when his thumb finds your clit you sink down into his touch, stomach tightening with the shock of arousal coursing through you.

He’s watching your face intently as he slowly circles your clit, gauging your reactions, pressing in a bit harder and faster when the pace change makes you cry out.

Feeling doubly exposed with his eye contact and hand against your core, you try making a joke to diffuse some of the tension as the pad of his finger moves against you in steady rhythm. “Still thinkin’ about stopping?”

“A train could crash through that wall and it wouldn’t stop me for a second,” Eddie says, resolute and getting a little braver, kissing his own path across your throat, nibbling at a spot that makes your clit pulse beneath his fingertip and your cunt clench around nothing.

Goddamn, he’s a quick learner. In less than two minutes he’s got you so close to the edge, squirming around his touch, that you have to grab his wrist and still his fingers between your thighs.

“What’s wrong?” he asks. You can feel his breath punching up down up, your breasts pushed up against his chest from the way your body was trying to coil in on itself.

“Nothing,” you assure him, and now it’s your turn to falter around your words. “I just- maybe can I… I wanna get o-off at the same time. If you want. And I’m really, really close.”

Eddie’s head falls back against the couch with a thunk, eyes scrunching shut as if in concentration, a strung-out whine leaving his throat. “Hang on. Give me a second.”

He’s still got his hand on your clothed pussy, and you can’t help but giggle once he blinks back to the present, dazed- “Christ. You can’t say shit like that, baby, I almost came in my jeans.”

You give him a condescending little pout, accented with another twist of your hips. “Well maybe that’s what I want.”

“Give you anything,” Eddie replies, unabashedly babbling now as you adjust yourself in his lap. “Anything you want, sweetheart. It’s yours. All yours.”

He helps you maneuver into a new angle: now, your drenched core can rub freely against his thigh, while your knee in the socket of his hip means he can rut his cock along the flat of your leg.

When you move experimentally in shallow circles on his thigh, the newly-gained friction lights up your throbbing clit. Soon, all pretenses melt away as you both find your rhythm again, little grunts and pants filling the air.

“Feel good, angel? That’s it,” Eddie encourages, slipping his hand under your skirt to grope at the meat of your ass, helping your movements along as he chases his own pleasure with a rocking grind against your leg. “Take what you need. Lemme get you there. Please, please…”

His whines spur you on, one of your hands shooting out to clutch at the back of the couch beside his head while the other anchors itself on his opposing bicep. “Fuck, Eddie, keep talking like that, ‘m so close…”

“Talk to you all day,” he heaves out, “you make me so fucking hard, princess. You feel how hard I am for you? God, you’re so wet, that’s so fucking hot…”

You should have expected that bravado and charm you’ve seen these last few years to naturally be carried over into his sex life, but god, not in your wettest of dreams could you have imagined the mouth on him.

The combination of his dirty talk and thigh between your legs is bringing you right up to that edge again, toes curling in anticipation, cunt starting to flutter erratically with every thrust.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna come…” your head rolls back on its hinge, eyes flickering shut as Eddie fumbles to catch at your clit again, movements becoming sloppy.

“C’mon, pretty baby, let go.” He’s sucking another mark into your neck between his praises, teeth catching- “Let me see you come, honey, be a good girl for daddy…”

“Jesus FUCKING christ” is all you manage to grit out before you’re tipping over the edge into orgasm, all your muscles bearing down into the bright point of pleasure, high sob winding its way from your throat.

Eddie keeps kneading at your spasming clit as you ride it out on his thigh, even as he lets out a series of short, keening whimpers, even as his cock jerks against your leg into his own release.

You sag into his waiting arms, tittering lightly against his neck as you both work on catching your collective breaths.

“Holy shit, and I was really starting to think you actually didn’t want to fuck me.” You laugh in relief.

His hand pauses mid-stroke up the slope of your back, sounding genuinely aghast when he asks “Why the fuck would you think that?”

You straighten in his arms with an incredulous stare. “Uh, maybe because you acted like a monk that I was corrupting every time I even breathed near you?”

Eddie covers his eyes with his hands, heels to sockets, groaning- “Fuck, honey, I was tryn’a be respectful. You’re telling me we could’ve been doing this sooner?”

You reach to soothe your palms over the length of his forearms, equally fond and serious when you say “I’m telling you I absolutely would have slept with you on the first date.”

He makes a strangled, pained noise before you continue- “You described to me in detail the entire mating cycle of a bat, and then walked directly into a trash can by accident. How did you expect me to wait on jumping your bones?”

He lets you take his hands, enveloping them in your own and bringing them to your chest, pressing your lips affectionately to each ring.

He whispers, “Can I ask you something?”

When you look up at him again, he says, with sincerity, “Can I see your tits next time?”

You hide your laughter into the crook of his neck.

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guys i cannot stress how high I am is this even any good plz perceive me

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #e.m. thots from lu #drabble #smut #mdni

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byakugoseal · 1 year

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tag dump: broken & updated tags part ii

#✖character study║she wore her troubled past like scars / she had been through battle & came out alive #✖headcanon║i know the parts of myself that I've hated & i can't tell which ones are mine & which i created #✖dash commentary║beautiful words take revenge against you / quiet meanings make you bleed #✖dash games║i may not have amazing weapons like a puppet in me but what i do have is my master's contempt for losing!#✖self promo║she dragged herself through the flames brushed off the pain & picked herself up to fight every battle before her #✖promo║when blood hits the battleground will you fight or will you fall?#✖saved║i am constantly haunted by someone still alive & by the memories i can’t seem to bury #✖wishlist║there is probably no reason to honor the promise from long ago #✖submitted post║seems the stars in the heavens have no answers #✖answered║a language dies without guttural cries // a story dies then de-composes // a myth #morgs tag dump #✖anonymous inquires║darkness blankets me & the moon offers me its paltry alms of light i choke with gratitude & i cannot speak #✖mobile post║i am too soft still for this world – snapping in half at a pretty word #✖queue║away on a mission #✖scheduled post║i hope saying goodnight doesn’t mean saying goodbye #✖open starter║throw yourself to the wolves & you will learn of the tenderness in their howl & the loyalty in their blood #✖ic║i've always considered myself to be a true ninja...but those were just empty words #✖sakura║may the rage in my head encounter the pain my heart feels #✖ino║a flower blooming on the battlefield #✖sasuke║another knife in my hands / a stain that never comes off #✖naruto║warrior child you were born with legends breathing inside your name & history books waiting to trace your footsteps #✖lady tsunade║how does the earth not crumble beneath our feet? & how does atlas bear it?#✖sai║with ink-stained dreams & a star-soaked heart #✖shikamaru║through sorrow you became stronger #✖kakashi║you were so brave & quiet // they forget you were suffering #✖kisame║bone soldered by coral to bone mosaics mantled by the benediction of the shark’s shadow #✖itachi║there are so many things i wish i could say but i know the hurt has already been done #✖sasori║there is nothing more frightening than a man who has torn his own self apart #✖cross over║i too have been losing my gentleness / since the first young wound #✖unknown verse║the crow has flown away: swaying in the evening sun a leafless tree

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picavecalyx · 1 year

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at least that hope in silva never fizzled. if anything it only got brighter.

#ic ;; blue bird bloom #no matter what; really.#she doesn't ever want to fall down into a pit. because it's lonely down there.#how is she supposed to be a light for everyone if she can't even see the fire?

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Sharpening Our View of Climate Change with the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem Satellite

As our planet warms, Earth’s ocean and atmosphere are changing.

Climate change has a lot of impact on the ocean, from sea level rise to marine heat waves to a loss of biodiversity. Meanwhile, greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide continue to warm our atmosphere.

NASA’s upcoming satellite, PACE, is soon to be on the case!

Set to launch on Feb. 6, 2024, the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem (PACE) mission will help us better understand the complex systems driving the global changes that come with a warming climate.

Earth’s ocean is becoming greener due to climate change. PACE will see the ocean in more hues than ever before.

While a single phytoplankton typically can’t be seen with the naked eye, communities of trillions of phytoplankton, called blooms, can be seen from space. Blooms often take on a greenish tinge due to the pigments that phytoplankton (similar to plants on land) use to make energy through photosynthesis.

In a 2023 study, scientists found that portions of the ocean had turned greener because there were more chlorophyll-carrying phytoplankton. PACE has a hyperspectral sensor, the Ocean Color Instrument (OCI), that will be able to discern subtle shifts in hue. This will allow scientists to monitor changes in phytoplankton communities and ocean health overall due to climate change.

Phytoplankton play a key role in helping the ocean absorb carbon from the atmosphere. PACE will identify different phytoplankton species from space.

With PACE, scientists will be able to tell what phytoplankton communities are present – from space! Before, this could only be done by analyzing a sample of seawater.

Telling “who’s who” in a phytoplankton bloom is key because different phytoplankton play vastly different roles in aquatic ecosystems. They can fuel the food chain and draw down carbon dioxide from the atmosphere to photosynthesize. Some phytoplankton populations capture carbon as they die and sink to the deep ocean; others release the gas back into the atmosphere as they decay near the surface.

Studying these teeny tiny critters from space will help scientists learn how and where phytoplankton are affected by climate change, and how changes in these communities may affect other creatures and ocean ecosystems.

Climate models are one of our most powerful tools to understand how Earth is changing. PACE data will improve the data these models rely on.

The PACE mission will offer important insights on airborne particles of sea salt, smoke, human-made pollutants, and dust – collectively called aerosols – by observing how they interact with light.

With two instruments called polarimeters, SPEXone and HARP2, PACE will allow scientists to measure the size, composition, and abundance of these microscopic particles in our atmosphere. This information is crucial to figuring out how climate and air quality are changing.

PACE data will help scientists answer key climate questions, like how aerosols affect cloud formation or how ice clouds and liquid clouds differ.

It will also enable scientists to examine one of the trickiest components of climate change to model: how clouds and aerosols interact. Once PACE is operational, scientists can replace the estimates currently used to fill data gaps in climate models with measurements from the new satellite.

With a view of the whole planet every two days, PACE will track both microscopic organisms in the ocean and microscopic particles in the atmosphere. PACE’s unique view will help us learn more about the ways climate change is impacting our planet’s ocean and atmosphere.

Stay up to date on the NASA PACE blog, and make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of sPACE!

#NASA #Earth #climate #climate change #PACE #ocean #atmosphere #global warming #science #planet

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