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Can't Believe This is a Part Two
Can you believe that we had to break something into two parts because I sure McFucking Can't. Welcome to episode 16.5 of The Rump Design Games. I'm still joined by my cohost Pony Flickerman, who says that this happenstance is an atrocity.
Shady (aka Petite Ombre/Óculos-de-Sol)
Spirit of the Pony: 4/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 3/5
Ugliness: 2/5
Pony Flickerman: My dreams are more crushed than when my father abandoned me in the coal mines.
So. Shady has sunglasses. Though to be honest if they wanted them to be sunglasses I think they should've made the lenses grey or maybe black. I know Hasbro is too much of a pussy to try it though. Kinda love that she's trippin' though. I hope she's having a great time with those flowers.
Wind Whistler (aka Sifflebizz/Asinha do Apito)
Spirit of the Pony: 4/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 4.5/5
Ugliness: 4.5/5
Those whistle silhouettes are sexy, I will not lie to you. However. What the fuck is going on with her names. I have several very loud questions and none of them will be answered in her backstory, I just know it. Pony Flickerman is afraid. This one is also trippin'. I wanna know who's supplying these ponies. Pony Flickerman wants what they're on.
Paradise
Spirit of the Pony: 4/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 3.5/5
Ugliness: 4/5
Love that she manages to rock the mould, a rare talent indeed. I like all her colours, she's quite lovely. What is there to comment on about perfection. Lovely little pony indeed.
Twist
Spirit of the Pony: 2.5/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 2/5
Ugliness: 2.5/5
This is the most mouldy pony yet. Why would you make her Rump Design white when she's mouldy. Why is her hair that garish neon orange when her body is purple. I have several more very loud questions. We hope whoever designed Twist gets fired, and if they didn't get fired Pony Flickerman is going to stomp them to death with its hooves. Not a great tie-in between her Rump Design and her story. She could've been a baker. She could've made lovely treats for her friends. Who doesn't love a fucking pretzel.
Skippity Doo
Spirit of the Pony: 1.5/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 3/5
Ugliness: 1/5 (ew/5)
I hate her limp candy cane lookin' jump rope ass. I at least assume it's supposed to be a jump rope, it's hard to tell when it just looks like a weird arch. I like her body colour more when she's not flocked but her hair colour doesn't really work with her body colour. If her hair had been more pink I would've assumed she's supposed to be candy cane themed like g3 Minty. I think the feeling evoked when her backstory is read can be summed up in one word; what.
Bouncy
Spirit of the Pony: 5/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 5/5
Ugliness: 5/5
I am disappointed with this adorable Rump Design and colour palette being absolutely caked in mould. Why are you hiding her beauty from the world Hasbro? What did Bouncy ever do to you? She was born and you covered her in mould to shame her for being wonderful. Love the support for pollution in her backstory.
Fifi
Spirit of the Pony: 4/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 4.5/5
Ugliness: 3/5
Pony Flickerman: I get it, however, I don't like that this pony has poodles on her ass.
I also don't like that she has dogs on her ass. It makes sense but that doesn't mean I have to like it. The fact that her backstory has little to nothing to do with poodles thoroughly infuriates me.
Scrumptious
Spirit of the Pony: 1/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 3.5/5
Ugliness: 4.5/5
Pony Flickerman: I am going to eat her and remove her sins from this world, she is a blemish and a mistake.
Thank you Pony Flickerman, took the words right out of my mouth. If Magic Star is god, Scrumptious is the devil. Get your devil melons out of here.
Hippity Hop
Spirit of the Pony: 4.5/5
Does the Palette Fuck: 4.5/5
Ugliness: 1/5
Hippity Hop why are your bunnies missing vertebrae. Why do they look like horrible wretched little frogs. I have questions and frankly I don't think I'm going to get answers. Of course Hippity Hop and Skippity Doo are friends. I wouldn't be surprised if they were horrible siblings.
Final Scores
Truly: 11.5/15
Lofty: 13/15
North Star: 12/15
Magic Star: 14.5/15
Ribbon: 10.5/15
Cupcake: 11/15
Buttons: 10.5/15
Shady: 9/15
Wind Whistler: 13/15
Paradise: 11.5/15
Twist: 7/15
Skippity Doo: 5.5/15
Bouncy: 15/15
Fifi: 11.5/15
Scrumptious: 9/15
Hippity Hop: 10/15
An absolutely unsurprising win granted to who may be my new favourite pony.
#Rump Design Games#My Little Pony#mlp g1#mlp Shady#mlp Wind Whistler#mlp Paradise#mlp Twist#mlp Skippity Doo#mlp Bouncy#mlp Fifi#mlp Scrumptious#mlp Hippity Hop
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A Thousand Years
Skin and Bones
Characters: Reader, Thor, Loki, Frigga, some minor oc’s
Pairings: Thor x Reader, (possible) Loki x reader
Warnings: Slight violence, ‘punishment’, rape/noncon/dubcon
Chapter Summary: It has finally arrived, your wedding night, you learn Thor is as boorish as imagined, and an insatiable man. He is one who likes to be in control of everything, so when you slip out for a morning stroll you only serve to anger him more. Though you never could have imagined the consequences that befell a simple walk through the palace.
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“You do not get to tell me what to do you insolent little girl!” he snaps “I have been waiting a long time for this. It’s about time I teach you a lesson in respect!” with those words he tears your nightgown right off your body and throws you across the spacious mattress. “You will learn your place, even if it takes me years to teach you.”
You try to crawl to the other side of the bed and put some distance between you but he grabs your ankle and drags you back to him so that your bottom half is basically hanging off the bed. You hear him undressing behind you before a strange whistling noise…
Thwack
Something hard whips into the backs of your legs, you scream out and try to pull away but he just holds on tighter and whips you again. You turn and look over his shoulder to see him holding his thick leather belt over his head. This time when he brings it down it hits your bare ass.
“Maybe you will remember this the next time you feel the urge to speak out of turn!” he brings the leather down against you at least five times in rapid succession and your struggling starts anew, “it seems as if you aren’t learning any lessons from this.” This time he aims it across your back, the buckle hitting a notch of your spine, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of your screams but you can’t hold them back anymore.
He continues his punishment until you are a sobbing mess on the mattress, shaking and apologising over and over.
The hand on your ankle disappears but you don’t move a muscle, too sore and fearful of retribution. When his hand returns to your body it’s to rub some sort of salve over your back, thighs and butt. A cooling sensation replaces the burning pain and you let out a sigh of relief, it’s short-lived as Thor flips you over onto your back and looms over you naked as the day he was born. He braces himself over you, fingers curled into fists on either side of your head.
“Now to make a woman of my wife.”
Your fists pound uselessly against his bare and chiselled chest “Please stop! Haven’t you done enough!?”
He lifts one hand to graze along your cheek, wiping away a tear with his thumb. “Hush now little one,” he croons.
You pull your face away from his hand and look to the side of the room, fighting the urge to bite at his fingers or spit in his face. You would rather not find out what he does to violent, insolent girls. His hand leaves your face, trailing down your body before gripping your thigh and lifting it around his hip. You freeze in place and brace yourself for the inevitable pain that will follow your coupling.
Thor chuckles against you “oh, don’t worry little one, I promise to make this good for you.” His hand releases your leg and finds its way to your unclothed core, brushing softly against the hair between your legs. His thumb grazes something, brushing along a part of you that makes you gasp.
Thor directs a smug grin down at you before pressing down a bit harder, causing your hands to clench at your sides as you hiss in pleasure. You do not want to enjoy any part of this, especially not to such a brute of a man, but your body is betraying you. At his every touch you feel such magic thrum within your veins. His fingers dance through your folds and his lips blaze a fiery trail along your body and you are flying, you have never felt anything like this before.
His mouth makes it way between your legs causing you to shoot upright in shock, but he just places a firm hand on your stomach and pushes you back down, mouth latching onto that special part of you that makes your body sing. With his mouth preoccupied, his fingers find their way to your entrance, one slipping in easily to your dismay. He crooks it just so and suddenly you are not flying anymore, no you are falling. You are falling fast and hard though you do not know what to make of it.
The new feeling makes your body seize, your vision is white but somehow also colourful, a myriad of thought and feelings swirl through your brain but you can’t catch onto a single one of them at this point in time.
Once you come back to yourself you notice Thor’s face above yours yet again, a smug grin marred by your own juices “nothing like the face of a woman cumming.”
Your eyes widen at the use of such vulgar words but are distracted from responding by the realisation that he has slipped more fingers into you. Thor groans as you unwittingly clench around his fingers, he pulls them out and replaces them within his mouth, sucking them clean with darkened eyes and a feral grin.
His hips are nestled by yours, his legs stretching your thighs to make room for himself within your grasp. He lays a filthy kiss upon your neck as his… his manhood lays upon your womanly area.
“Is someone’s pretty pussy desperate for my cock?” he grins and moves the head of his… cock through the lips of your… pussy. Coating it in residual wetness before notching at your opening. You expect him to inch within you, taking your maidenhood as his and laying claim to your body.
Instead, he pulls away. You think maybe he’s going to make you return the favour, but before you can question him he’s sliding home in your body. Breaking through your barriers with one painful, forceful thrust.
You let out an ear-piercing scream, tears prick at your eyes as he carves a place for himself with no mind for your comfort. He pulls back slowly, whistling at something he must-see.
“So the wild little one did save herself for me. That’s good, less trouble for you,” you shift your head to see what he’s talking about. Nausea filling your stomach as you take in his blood-covered cock.
You lay your head back into the pillows, turning it so that you may bite into one to ground yourself from this pain. You resign yourself to the ever-clear fact that the first part of this was for your pleasure, and now… well, now it is all about his.
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You rise with the sun, barely peeking out from behind some faraway mountains. You slip carefully from the large bed, so as to not disturb the snoring figure of your new husband. You find the robe provided to you by the servants last night and slip it over your shoulders, glad you didn’t wear it last night else it may have met the same fate as your slip. As you make your way over to his balcony you can feel the evidence of last nights’ activities between your thighs. You’re no expert, but even to your limited experience it seems like a lot to come from one man, though he’s not a man, he’s a god, and they probably don’t call him God of fertility for nothing.
You stand in the brisk breeze with pretty bird calls aiding in your attempts at relaxation while you watch the slow rising of the warm sun. You may be far away from home, but as you watch the sunrise, you know back home your mother and Edrice would be watching the same sun together over breakfast, hopefully thinking of you as you are of them.
Sooner than you’d like the spendings between your thighs gets too uncomfortable for you to stay and enjoy the early morning peace. You tiptoe to the adjoining bath-chambers to give yourself a thorough wipe down, not risking a bath in case the sound of running water awakens Thor. Once you're as clean as can be given the circumstances you head to the chamber doors, popping your head out to see if you can catch a servant and ask for a dress. None of your things have been brought to the room as of yet, whether by negligence or Thor’s insistence, you do not know.
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You wrap the overly fancy shawl tighter around your shoulders, it’s a lot cooler than you anticipated, so used to year-round warmth this chilly breeze is an unwelcome change. But at least the hustle and bustle of the marketplace serves as a pleasant distraction to the cold weather and colder husband, vendors line the streets selling all manners of things. From fresh fruits, exquisite jewellery, the latest in fashions and even one that seems to be a menagerie of exotic animals.
You stop by the aforementioned animal stall and take in all the creatures. The poor things seem to be very agitated, there’s one tiny cage with three odd furry creatures standing on their hind legs. Inside small vials are what appear to be small colourful fish, there are birds of all shapes sizes and colours, frogs, snakes, odd-looking babies that look like cougars as well as wolf-like pups and so much more. None of them look happy or comfortable and it breaks your heart, you wish you had money to buy them all away from this horrible life.
But alas, all you have are the clothes on your back and some wildflowers you picked along your way here. You make eye contact with a funny little cougar, the only one not hissing or rubbing up against the small bars of its cage. You place your hand by its head and it slowly inches forward, rubbing itself against you as best it can.
“Hello there little one,” you coo “do you feel as trapped as I do? Probably more so, at least I’m not in a physical prison.”
The vendor seems to finally pick up on your presence and moves closer to you with a slimy grin “I see you have noticed one of my cats,” cat? Must be similar to the cougars you have back home “they’re mostly from the planet Midgard, an abundance of them there, like bunnies, which they also have.” He laughs at what he must think is a funny joke but you just go back to scratching the cat.
“You want?”
“I haven’t any money on me,” you sadly admit.
“For the future Queen, pfft, free. You just tell everyone where you got him, and be sure to visit me again soon. You could always come buy him a friend,” you smile at the suggestion, not because you want to help him in any way, but because you want all these animals to be rescued as soon as possible.
As soon as you’re away from the vendor you take your new friend out of his tiny prison, he purrs gratefully as you hold him in your arms “I shall never lock you away again little one,” you whisper into the scruff of his neck. “Now how do you feel about baths? You are a dirty boy.”
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He never gets that bath. The moment you’re in the courtyard of the palace one of your ladies maid’s is rushing towards you in a frenzy. Babbling on about sneaking out, the royal family panicking and something about big trouble.
“Slow down Mysandrei, you’ll work yourself into a stupor.”
“Sorry, m’ lady. I thought it best to mention the worry the royal family felt upon noticing you missing. And the rage that Prince Thor flew into," she takes a deep breath as prompted and slowly calms down.
You hand off your new little friend to Mysandrei before rushing into the palace and nearly run straight into the Queen, flanked by her sons and some servants.
“Sorry my Queen,” you apologise quickly.
“Would this apology be for almost knocking the Queen over or for all the worry you caused the palace?” Loki drawls, though his mother is quick to scold him.
“No, it’s alright. He’s right. I’m sorry for both. I didn’t mean to worry anyone or sneak out. I just went for a stroll and didn’t want to wake anyone. I let some maids know where I’d be going but this is my fault. I should have said something instead of relying on another to spread my message,” you rush out, taking in their responses. Loki looks amused and Frigga looks relieved, it’s Thor’s reaction you’re worried about. You quickly glance towards him and take in his thunderous expression.
Frigga starts to wave off your apology and tell you that it’s alright but Thor is already by your side and dragging you away, giving some excuse of talking to you in private about proper etiquette. Though you fear there won’t be much talking.
#dark!thor#thor x reader#dark!thor x reader#thor#dark!loki#dark!loki x reader#loki x reader#loki#xreader#reader insert#marvel#marvel reader#arranged marriage#forced marriage
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Arthur Morgan x Reader: Farmer’s Daughter. 4
Ask: hello! since you never got that one shower request i thought i could send it again. so i love how in your “farmer’s daughter” story arthur is acting like a dumb teenager in love and i was wondering if you could write something where he seeks into the readers room when she’s about to shower or something and you know he just gets really excited and stuff happens and aaah i know it’s kinda dumb because i don’t think they had showers back then right? but i mean we all need some wet morgan action
Warning: Cursing, smut.
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader
A/N: Wow I missed this mini-series. And I don’t think they had showers back then but I do know they had baths. Hope you and everyone else enjoys!
You sighed as you sunk into the hot water, feeling all of the stress from the day ease out of your muscles. It was a cool summer night and your windows and balcony doors were open, letting a slight breeze into your room and bathroom, which was connected to your bedroom.
After you washed yourself clean you allowed yourself time to relax. Your body was engulfed in the hot water, leaving you with a sense of being completely clean. Outside you could hear frogs and crickets singing along with a whip-poor-will.
Everything was fine until you heard something else out there. You sat up slightly and looked out the bathroom door, you had a view of your bedroom and some of your windows. Another creak sounded and you slowly lowered your head so you were almost hidden by the bathtub.
You were about to call out for your parents but you heard the familiar sound of Arthur’s boots against your floor.
“Arthur, you scared the daylights out of me!” You sighed and sunk back into your bath as he walked into your room.
“Where are you?” He asked as he looked around. When he saw you were in the bath he almost tripped in an effort to get into the same room as you. His modesty had been out the window ever since he fingered you at family dinner.
“Miss me?” You smiled sweetly and crossed your legs at the ankles, propping them up on the other side of the bathtub.
Arthur sat on the edge and ran his hand down your soapy leg, shaking his head. “Have I missed you?” He repeated your question and looked at you with a grin. “Have I missed you?”
You giggled and found that you had wiggled your toes out of excitement without noticing. “Well, have you?”
“Darlin’, you’ve got no idea.” He sighed and looked down at the soapy water, cursing the bubbles from blocking his view.
“How you been the past couple of days?” You asked as he continued rubbing your legs.
He shrugged as he took off his jacket. “You know how it is.” He still hadn’t told you what he really did for a living. “Work. Lots of work.” That was true, at least. “I would have come sooner, but you know Dutch.”
Actually, you didn’t know Dutch. He had spoken of the man a few times but you never felt like asking about him. It was most likely his boss or something of the sort. “I’m sorry to hear that.” You said and he waved you off.
“It’s nothing I ain’t used to. And what about you? How’ve you been? Don’t spare me any details you might think are boring.” He said and you laughed at that.
“Oh, you know. Did a little reading, finished a book. Finished a few drawings, but only one of them is for you, so don’t get excited.” You said and he made it clear that any art from you was priceless, no matter how much. “You’re too sweet. Hmm… what else have I been up to…” You hummed and tapped on your chin, pretending you were thinking hard. “Right, I’ve been up almost every night these past few days.”
Arthur furrowed his brows and actually looked concerned for you. The expression he had on his face almost made you squeak. it was sort of like seeing a baby animal do something cute. “Why’s that? You sick?”
“No, I’ve just been missing you. Ever since you started pleasing me I find it hard to do so to myself.” You admitted boldly with a sly smirk, rubbing water up to your shoulders. The way you moved your arms caused some of the bubbles to clear out from your chest, giving him a good view of your nipples. They were darkened by the heat of the water, giving them a deeper color as well as the skin around them. It made his mouth water.
“No matter how deep my fingers go,” You said as you moved your right hand down your chest and under the bubbles. “No matter how I move them…”
He watched as well as he could while you started rubbing your clit. Some of the bubbles had moved away from the movement you were making but there was still another layer of smaller bubbles leaving a lot to the imagination.
You gave a tired sigh and pulled your hand back up. “They just don’t feel as good as yours.”
Arthur took the hint and rolled his sleeves up, looking surprisingly casual while he did so. “I’m sorry to hear that, darlin’.” He said and rubbed his hand over your legs again, this time going above your knees. His fingers barely grazed across your thighs before dipping into the water. “Well, goddamn, this water is hot.”
You laughed at that and uncrossed your legs to give him better access. “Too bad it’s not big enough for the both of us.” The thought made you shiver. “We’d have to use my parent’s bathtub for that.”
Arthur looked up at you but you quickly shot him down. “No way. Their bathroom is connected to their room, just like mine. But maybe one day when they’re away.”
“There’s always the lakes.” He offered and chuckled when he saw the look of disgust on your face. “Who am I kidding? I should know by now my princess wouldn’t dream of that.” When he called you his princess your heart soared and you smiled without meaning to. It felt so sweet to have him call you that.
Instead of replying you just spread your legs so your ankles were propped up on either side of the bathtub rim.
“Someone’s in a hurry.” He chuckled and let his hand travel deeper underwater until he found his target. When he rubbed your clit you bit your lip to hold back a moan. “Yeah, I can feel how much you’ve missed me.” His voice changed. He had a few different tones he’d use, there was the normal one, the one where he was amused and his accent would be more prominent, and a few others. But the ones you liked the most were when he was pissed off and when he was horny. They sort of sound the same, his voice would get deep and he’d talk real slow.
“Keep talking to me.” You said as you got comfortable, resting your head back on the head-rest part of the bathtub. Being born into a wealthy family had a lot of perks. Bathtub head-rests were one of them. Sure, anyone can put a pillow on the edge of their tub. But not everyone had a special spot built into it.
Anyways, Arthur had switched from rubbing your clit to pushing his middle finger inside of you. When he felt how tight you were around him he made a whistling sound and shook his head. “You want me to talk to you, girl? Alright. I’ll talk to you. Been too long, hasn’t it?”
You nodded and lifted your legs higher in an effort to get his finger in you deeper.
“Yeah, it sure has, I can feel how much you’ve missed me.” He muttered and pushed in knuckle-deep before curling his finger. You had to grab onto the sides of the tubs to keep from thrashing about too much. He curled his finger a second time and you let out an audible moan.
He looked at your face and grinned. You were biting your lower lip so hard he thought you might bust your teeth right through it. “Ease up now, girl.” He said in that slow, deep voice. “Just relax. I’m gonna give you what you want.”
Arthur moved so he had a better angle and pushed a second finger inside you. He curled both of them and you swore you might die from pleasure.
In the midst of your lust filled state you suddenly remembered the other week when he had almost ruined your life at dinner. You opened your eyes and smiled as a wicked plan formed in your head. “Arthur, stop.”
In less than a second, he pulled his arm out of the water and watched as you sat up. The soap ran down your body and you were finally exposed to him, although he was a bit concerned that he might have upset you. “Somethin’ wrong?”
You sat on the other edge of the tub so you still faced him and your legs were still in the water. “You bet there is. Remember dinner?”
At first, he didn’t know what you meant, but when it hit him he grinned. “Sure do, I remember that well.” And far too fondly, it seemed.
It was hard not to feel ecstatic when you knew you were about to wipe that grin off his face. “Well, that wasn’t very kind of you. So I think I know how to get even.”
Arthur watched as you spread your legs wide open, giving him the perfect view of your pussy. He looked back up to your face and felt his heart lurch when he saw the wicked smile you had, he knew then he was in for one hell of a night.
“You get to watch me.” You said and resumed what he had stopped doing. Two fingers went inside of you while another from your other hand rubbed quick circles on your clit. “Oh, wow.” You breathed and made a show of rocking your body against your hands, even tilting your head back. “Oh, fuck. Arthur, oh, Arthur.” The way you sounded was so foreign to your ears, it was hard to believe that was actually you.
“Jesus.” He whispered and adjusted the bulge in his jeans. After watching you for what seemed like hours he moved his hand to unbuckle his belt but you stopped him by putting your dripping wet foot against his crotch.
“No, you don’t get to do that yet.” You were close to orgasming, although to be fair you were kind of forcing it to happen quicker than it naturally would have. As much as you wanted to torture Arthur you wanted to end this so you could fuck him into oblivion.
He pulled his hand back and you did the same with your foot, letting it sink back into the hot water. Arthur Morgan was probably one of the only people who could watch you willingly and not call themselves a masochist.
His cock was throbbing. It fucking ached. He tried shifting his position but that only made it worse, providing no friction whatsoever. “Please, (Y/N).”
You looked at him and smiled through your moans and heavy breathing. “No can do, not until I cum.” And with that, you quickened your pace for his and your own mercy. Sure it felt good watching him squirm, knowing he was going through a situation similar to what he put you through, but you still wanted him inside you. There was no going back until you came, though, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of chickening out.
When your orgasm finally approached you made a scene of acting as lewd as possible. You tossed your head back and moaned as loud as you could without anyone else hearing. Your chest rose and fell with your quick short breaths and your hips rolled against your hands. “Arthur, god, yes!”
Arthur twitched all over, his arms even jerking from the force of his self-control. He wanted to touch himself so bad but he held back until you were done.
“That was so good.” You panted and pulled your feet out of the bathtub, grabbing a towel to dry yourself off. “See, by you just being here makes it better.”
He nodded and swallowed hard. “Can I touch you now?”
It was hard not to smile, from both pity and guilt. “Alright, go close my windows and doors.”
He did both of those things so quick you barely had time to blink. But once he was back in the room he had his mouth on yours, you didn’t even notice he had managed to lead you into your bedroom.
“So we’re even now, are we?” He asked after you parted from the breath-stealing kiss. He had you facing the bed and he stood behind you, leaving soft kisses and bites on your neck and shoulders.
“Yes.” You went to climb onto the bed but he held you firmly in place.
“No, sugar, I want you like this.” He put his hand on the small of your back and bent you over the bed. Adrenaline rushed through you, you felt so exposed to him in that position. He slid one of your smaller pillows under your waist so your ass perked up even more. He made that same whistling noise as he ran his palms over your ass, only stopping to undress in what had to be a world record amount of time for undressing.
In the position you were in you could see nothing but what was in front of you. And that excited you. Not knowing exactly what he was about to do sent goosebumps all over your body.
“Look at you. Hope you know I’m not gonna last long.” He said and stroked his cock a few times before rubbing the tip against you. “Not the first time, at least.”
You were about to make a playful remark but then he slid his cock inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you swear your heart completely stopped. You came again from just the first stroke, no, it wasn’t even a complete stroke yet. He had only just reached balls-deep.
“Jesus, girl.” His breathing was labored already. “If only you knew how good you feel right now.”
“I can imagine.” Your voice broke from the amount of energy that had just been drained from you. If he felt this good and you had already came twice you could only imagine how good you felt to him since he had barely gotten to touch himself.
He slowly pulled halfway out and then slowly pushed back in, the both of you savoring the sweet feeling of him being so deeply inside of you. The new angle was amazing, you’d never had sex that way. It also seemed as if the pillow under your waist aided in the pleasure, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot every time he moved.
“(Y/N).” It was all he could say as he started fucking you, and even that one word took too much thinking. Cursing was much easier. “Goddamn.”
You pulled another pillow up to your face to muffle your moans. Every time you had sex it felt like the first time over again. It could never get old, no matter what he did or what position you were in. Hell, you could probably have just enough fun military style.
“Harder.” You whined and arched your back so you met his thrusts. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Oh, fuck.”
Arthur happily obliged and fucked you harder, still going at a slow pace but with each thrust he slammed his hips into your ass. The power in his thrusts alone made you orgasm, but the friction of him grinding against your clit also helped.
And when you came, Arthur came. It was only because when you came your walls hugged him with so much force he wouldn’t be able to hold off an orgasm, even if he tried. He cursed as he came, squeezing your ass in both hands. Sex had never been this good to him before. Never. And he had a couple things to thank for that. One, you were young and sure had the body for it. You were still so pure and tight all over. Second, he was completely and hopelessly in love with you.
When he finished he pulled back and laid down on the bed next to you to catch his breath. “Darlin’, i sure have I missed you.”
You propped your chin up on your hand and looked at him with a satisfied and lazy smile. He looked like such a mess, covered in sweat with his skin all red. His cock was still hard as well. “Stay like that, I wanna draw you.”
Arthur had no problem laying down for a little while longer. He needed to rest anyways. “Alright, as long as when you’re done we can go for another round.”
You laughed as you went to get your sketchbook. “Sure, if I can wait that long!”
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A list of wild quotes from my freshman year
It’s that time again kids
“WRONG”
“Why is it wrong?” “Because it’s wrong?”
“Never get in a rotten egg fight kids”
“THERES A FUCKING TREE BRANCH IN THE LIVING ROOM”
“Look how veiny my leaf is”
“Coffee is my dad”
“Ariel castrate and the Austrian dickhead”
“Sleep is just death without the commitment”
“Is this a vine?”
“I ate some ice cream and then threw up in an alley way”
“I bleached my hair on a bet”
“Do snakes jump”
“We’re gonna watch the magic school bus”
“She did not consent to that!”
“Is it weird that when I hurt I hurt”
*eats a donut I found under a desk*
“We’re struggling together”
“ooo it’s almost time to skedaddle”
“Grass is a superfood”
“THEY WERE LESBIAN LOVERS MIGUEL”
“Do moths have penises?”
“We only stan cardboard paper in this town.” “Aka school fries”
“Give me Hayley kiyoko or give me death”
“I’m a pretty cool error too”
“Time can eat me”
“I’m as straight as a dick”
“19 isn’t a real number”
“3 is evil”
“Weird flex but ok” (coming from our 22yr old student teacher who didn’t understand memes)
*faintly in a silent hallway* “PUSSY”
“God is actually an alien, change my mind”
“You promised me you’d throw me out the window”
“Passing period is rebirth”
“Science can meet me in the pit”
“She has 2008 eyebrows”
“What’re you gonna do, send dick pics through audio”
“bro omg nihilism radiates off of u its inspiring”
“I threw up twice, I just wanted to let you know”
“Tell me the secrets of the universe u little knock off kermit”
“so u have a frog in ur head and I have a demonic entity, that’s pretty fuckin wild dude”
“The bubble just suicide bombed two other bubbles”
“Stop hyperventilating into a glove”
“Can u calm down I’m trying to eat my cereal”
*opens the door* “no”
“My teacher drop kicked a mouse” (coming from my cousin who goes to a super elite private catholic school)
“A sweet loving hardass, but a hardass nonetheless.”
“Seductively bites yogurt”
“I don’t wanna work as an exorcist ew”
“I guess it wasn’t traffic”
“I don’t care about your job making fake eggs in the 70s”
“Chug 15 olive oils”
“You’re invalid as a human being”
“I just wanna astral project myself into the sun”
“Can I uninstall my teeth”
“I’m going to remove the roof of my mouth” *takes out retainer*
“I’m craving both death and Oreos right now”
“Can you strangle a fish”
“Honey your dick is holding you back”
“I want wall”
“I was proud of you until you finished your sentence”
“Aside from wanting to uninstall my teeth now I want to uninstall my legs”
“Welcome to the calculator game”
“Last hour I got an open container of applesauce thrown at me”
“He looks like a compacted adult”
“Hot food for TIM”
“Did my mom drug my lasagna”
“What just happened?” “My retainer fell out”
“Why are there beans in my chair”
“Shakespeare was a wild card”
“I want a full complement of death”
“Mr Rice you’re a skinny legend”
“Wack? I haven’t heard that since I was in middle school”
“Carrot got yoted”
“Devoreing”
*turns around* “ms Elliott looks like a turtle”
“Purchase one cancer”
“A plateau of a person”
“I’m gonna drink stem cells”
“Is I’m too depressed for this an excuse”
“Sparkling water is just cursive water”
“No one cares about your friends stupid leg nipple”
“If you put wings on your snake rat it a goose”
“My eyeballs have low render distance”
“Ah good, no new bloodstains”
“Bruce banner and all 7 of his PhDs are disappointed in me for not paying attention in biology”
“I think Shakespeare had a foot fetish”
“Instead of marrying Romeos corpse she could marry Paris’s corpse”
“I stole a ring pop from the teacher for you, if that isn’t true love I don’t know what is”
“If your feet come off you’re out”
“You’re thick and not in the good way”
“Is that your answer to everything? Use the knife”
“yeet yeet skittly skeet”
“my mike and Ike’s were definitely laced with acid”
“2 + 1 is 3 you’re stupid”
“We’re gonna 2v1 Shakespeare in a Denny’s parking lot at 3am”
“Real homies eat each other’s legs”
“Ok we have a definitive answer, it is necrophilia”
“why isn’t there a copy and paste button for paper”
“Quit throwing it you ding dong”
“Why does the door sound like bagpipes”
“Are you gonna die in my class or something”
“Just so you know I hear in 4 dimensions”
“Why do I always get stuck with the Texas bitches”
“Fuck my math class this is purgatory”
“You would be a door knob”
“I wanna be a chair”
“That just makes my insides happy”
“I smell,,,,,,,,,,,, a Democrat”
“I found a baby!”
“I’d be the Michael Phelps of doggy paddling”
“Shows before hoes”
“Mother I come to you in my time of need, I need money”
“Big boy posters”
“He just yeeted a bike”
“What kind of 3rd grader insult”
“I play croquet!”
“I cry into my skull”
“He has more hair than brain cells”
*as we enter our history class* “Hello Sophia squared!”
“then it’s just pork squared”
“Elbows are the knees of your feet”
“sounds like mentos for demons”
“You can delete my joints but you can’t delete me”
“I’m predisposed to getting my joints deleted”
“He looks like fucking fletcher from ant farm”
“he wants to be a fuckboi but he’s actually a whore”
“We’re all eboys inside”
“The wind is blowing all the hair I don’t have”
*blows whistle aggressively*
*blows whistle* “I bought it off eBay”
“Switch bitches”
*whistle blows* “YOU SUCK”
“Good job mckell you made it to a base” “oh fuck you”
“You have not lived until you’ve had a whole stalk of rhubarb up your ass!”
“THE GOVERNMENT”
“If I get kidnapped and the guy is hot just diagnose me with Stockholm syndrome already”
“I am just joints”
“School can vore itself”
“Face like teeth”
“I’m short, unathletic and unwilling to try”
*after getting hit in the face* “are you ok” “no but my glasses are and that’s all that matters”
“your virginity or every single one of your toes”
“Thanos broke my dick”
“I’m sorry I have tits”
“Maybe the ball and trash can have magnets in them, and that’s why it keeps landing on the trash can”
“Dumbass with the fuckin sandals”
“It’s Han Han tiddy croissant, get it right”
“My name is Shaka oovka and I know god”
“But this is raspberry pez”
“Gimme your elbows”
*to my mom* “Geometry is propaganda”
“It’s tissue paper not crack you idiot”
“Jack owes the government all of its money”
“You want my nuts”
“I’d like to interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for an imitation of jack”
“because the government is tired of me being gay on the internet so they shut down my phone”
“Don’t lick my son Annora”
“I set a playground on fire”
“Stacy’s mom, damn them tiddies”
“Layla just dipped on me and made out with a 17 year old in the bathroom
*sits down* “I look like a horse girl”
“Freddie Mercury died from cooties”
“WAIT BECAUSE OF THE RULER INCIDENT”
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#school stuff#high school#funny quotes#a shit ton of quotes from my first year if high school#soph memes#soph quotes#memes
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Number 29: Super Mario Bros 3.
Many people see Super Mario 3 as the best game in the series. I’ve seen it at the top of “best of all time” lists. There’s a ton of reverence for this game, and it deserves every bit of it. It’s not my favorite (obviously) but if I were to try to make an objective list* I’d have to consider it for the top spot.
As a platformer, it is tight and crisp. The standard old Mario running and jumping feels as good as ever, and the new stuff like holding and throwing koopa shells, and flying feel great too. It introduced the overhead map to the series, along with mushroom houses and that goddamn warp whistle!!!!
The land is divided into 8 separate worlds, each with a castle and airship at the end with a boss battle against one of Bowser’s seven weird kids. This implies that Bowser fucks, probably a lot. There’s some weird stuff in there, such as references to Ludwig von Beethoven and Morton Downey Jr.
The princess (not Peach or Pauline at this point, simply Princess Toadstool) has been kidnapped again. At the end of each world after you defeat one of Bowser’s goofy kids, you get a magic wand as a reward and transform some animal back into the king of that region. I’m not 100% sure of the lore here. There are some uncomfortable questions to be asked. Is Bowser kidnapping Princess because he wants to fuck? Clearly, he’s already tail-deep in pussy. And his bloodline is somewhat secure. He must be in love with Princess, but what is this love based on?
Anyway, Mario has some cool new power-ups this time around. The raccoon suit is the big one, as it gives him a spinning tail attack and allows him to temporarily fly. Like a raccoon does. There’s a Tanooki suit that functions like a raccoon suit, but you can also turn into a statue for some reason. The frog suit makes water levels actually fun, but the best/worst one is the Hammer Bros suit. You can throw hammers, and hide under your protective shell. Plus it looks cool as fuck. Also, it only appears a couple of times in the game and as soon as I got it, I was immediately afraid to lose it. I love and hate the hammer bros suit as I love and hate myself. Speaking of rare power-ups, Kuribo’s Shoe might be the cutest thing that has ever existed.
The worlds are made up of what you’d expect, with a desert world, a water world, ice world, and so on. This isn’t a bad thing as the stages are all incredibly well designed. The really cool, strange world that stands out to me is world 4: giant world. Playing in stages where everything is all big was really unexpected and added a fun dimension.
What can I say about one of the best video games ever made? Visually and musically, Nintendo stretched the capabilities of the NES to the breaking point with Super Mario 3. It’s one of a small number of NES games that still looks, sounds, and feels great to play today. Super Mario Bros 3 is one of very few games I feel comfortable calling “perfect.”
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Desert Ash 5
Dillon’s hiking shirt had a built-in hood, which he flipped up over his baseball cap. It gave him a desert-dweller vibe[1], and I made him pose for my camera under a spray of bright red ocotillo. He whistled and sang in short bursts, to the tune of a children’s song in Spanish called De Colores. Now and then he added in lyrics of his own: “Desperado, desperado ‘sperado ‘sperado ‘sperado ‘sperado.” This unfortunate mash-up was destined to be my earworm for the day.
As we climbed higher and higher, we caught gusts of wind that swept up the canyon. By 10 am, I was sweating. We reached a plateau with a spit of rock that extended out over the canyon, and I climbed out to it and stood with my arms outstretched in the warm wind, looking out at the canyon. The mountains were so beautiful and expansive, it was hard to take it all in. It gave me an ache that felt like sadness.
Mom was a slow hiker, moving at a steady half-pace with her hiking sticks and knapsack. The three of us took turns walking behind her, while the other two pranced ahead to the next shady spot. I shook my water bottle and was dismayed to find it more than half-empty. More than half empty, or more than a third full? Daddy, it’s hot, and there isn’t anywhere to fill up my water bottle.
You’re just going to need to make it last, baby. Slow down.
By 11, Mom had to start taking sit-down breaks. We crouched in the slice of shade next to a cliff. Desperado, desperado ‘sperado ‘sperado....
At noon we were no longer climbing; the trail had reached a stable altitude. We passed a young man who said the confluence was about two and a half miles away. The Remaining Websters looked at each other. Mom was visibly wilting, strands of hair escaping from under her hat, sweat circles darkening her shirt. The three kids could make it, no problem. We just weren’t sure about her.
“Let’s just keep going until we find a good spot to stop,” Dillon said. “We don’t have to make it all the way to the confluence.”
The last time Daddy had been to the confluence himself, which he must have picked for its natural splendor, was when he was scattering his own mother’s ashes. He would have been in his early 50’s, still hale, six years cancer-free. He might have been thinking of his own children doing the same for him in their middle age, but he probably didn’t count on his widow, turning 69 this year, trying to make the hike as well. Dillon decided to scout ahead. Kendall and I walked with Mom. Flashes of neon pink and yellow flower cactus cheered us on. It was hot. When I checked the weather app that morning is had said 87°. I wasn’t sure what 87° was supposed to feel like, but this seemed a lot hotter. But maybe I was just a fucking pussy. I looked down at my forearms; they had a distinctly pink glow. Why did I not even bring any sunscreen? I assumed someone else would bring some. Desperado, desperado....
“Mom, do you have any sunscreen?”
“I have some,” Kendall said, unslinging her backpack from her shoulders. “Here.” She handed me the tube. I was definitely losing the sun-protection contest.
Dillon’s signature whistle, as loud and piercing as a finger whistle but without the fingers, sounded over the thrum of cicadas.
“He found a spot!” Mom said, and sent her own signature whistle back, just as loud, no fingers. Try as we might, neither Webster sister had mastered the skill.
“That looks like water!” Kendall pointed down the trail into a tangle of green trees.
The trail led down to a wash, and we scrambled over the sandy boulders towards the bright creek, which we could now hear. Sycamore trees, with their mottled pale bark, grew to substantial size on the banks of the creek, and the floodplain was lush with bulrushes and stands of narrowleaf cottonwood and scrub pine. This spring in Tucson had been rainy. The creek moseyed and murmured through tranquil pools in the shade. I climbed down the rocks to the water, selected a spot, and stripped off my boots and socks. I didn’t have any water left to drink, but I would be damned if that oasis couldn’t offer me succor.
I pushed my toes, feet, ankles, and then my entire lower legs in—deliciously cool. I wanted to suck up moisture through my skin, like a frog. The wind hushed through the leaves of the sycamore above me, ruffling the patterns of light on the rocks and the water. Water striders made balletic swoops on the surface of my silvery pool. I took a deep breath. This was a good spot.
Dillon tramped down the bank and joined me, taking off his own boots and socks, and then Kendall, who waded out to a rock on the sandbar. We looked at each other and grinned. This was a good spot.
[1] Most people would guess that he picked up this look while living in Egypt and studying Arabic at the American University, but no, as he will tell you, it’s actually an ultimate-frisbee-team habit from college.
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