#bc im a fuckin nerd

[themanoftomorrow]

She is far too quiet and stoic as he helps her. Even Clark's mother, even Bruce, have always expressed at least a hiss, a momentary flinch, something when it comes to having a wound cleaned. Even Lex years back when they were friends, who Clark now understands had a father who worked to grind any and every human display of emotion, especially expressing pain, would briefly wince when he was hurt.

He does a quick scan one more time just to be sure that she doesn't have some kind of condition where her pain receptors don't work, and that no major nerve endings have been severed some time in the past or something. But no, the electrical signals are firing like normal. The implications are horrifically heavy to even begin to imagine, so for now Clark doesn't.

The important thing is she is here, and he can help now.

This happens at internal super speed, as he follows her cue of scooping up the things offered and looks at him to lead the way. "This way." He tilts his head towards the stairs and starts to go up, keeping an eye on her just in case the injury causes her any discomfort. Same steady, slow pace both for her to be able to watch him and so she doesn't push herself to keep up, letting her control the amount of distance between them.

He steps to the couch, shaking out the old but comfortable blanket that lays on it for her, then steps back, hands out in invitation for her to take it. "You can stay as long as you like."

He moves slowly. Treats her like she is some delicate, frightened, little child. She is not. She has never been a child, only a weapon. That only became more true when she made a man stop. When she made him confused, startled, afraid, afraid, afraid, and then nothing at all. But she knows far better than to protest or show her distaste for the way someone treats her. So she stays where she is and she lets him approach, all while watching for the slightest hint that his demeanour might change.

As he removes her make-do bandage, as he cleans and disinfects and rebandages her wound, she remains still and silent. Doesn’t make a sound, doesn’t tense or flinch. Merely sits there and swallows down the pain and discomfort she feels, her expression blank and empty the entire time.

She knows better than to show weakness, too.

His hands are surprisingly gentle. Nothing impatient or rough about the way he touches her. Still treating her as though she is delicate. As though she’s not a weapon. She supposes he must not know. How could he, if he isn’t one of her father’s men? He must truly think she is some young, injured child. Someone in need of protecting, instead of someone others need protecting from. She wonders if his hands would be as gentle if he knew the truth.

Again, he starts making motions with his hands, as if trying to act out the meaning of his mouth sounds. Again, she only understands some of them. But his body speaks loudly enough for her to get the gist of it: he wants her to stay. Says help, safe, protect. She shouldn’t stay. Staying only puts him in danger. If she is found, if he intervenes, he will be killed without hesitation. He might be killed even if he doesn’t try to protect her unnecessarily.

But she’s so tired. The adrenaline of waking up thinking she’s been found, mixed with the warmth of the building and the fullness of her belly is all making it hard to keep her eyes open. He says safe, and she wants to believe him so very badly. Perhaps it would be smart to do as he wants, just for the night. Sleep where he wants her to sleep so that he lets her stay, because she won’t be able to protect him against her father’s men if she’s too tired to stand.

Carefully, so as not to jostle her injuries too badly, but still graceful as a dancer, she rises to her feet. Looks up to where he pointed, before back at him. She grabs the bag and small pile of clothing from the floor, since he seems to want her to take them, and stares at him expectantly, waiting for him to show her where he wants her to go.

[erufin-art]

I have various ideas for fanart but unfortunately only have time and strength to make simple doodles. At least this guy's fun to draw. Also the codec thing is kinda shamelessly traced from a screenshot of gameplay

+Bonus doodles from the margins of my college notes

[puckpocketed]

just endlessly amused by the director of analytics for the habs being deemed a jock-to-nerd interpreter by his tech guy on an analytics panel. hell yeah bruther thats your Director he rearranges the beautiful signs and symbols and gives them to the coach in a way that wont cause you all to be thrown out . these conversations must be mediated by someone who can understand jockspeak AND number

[aroacettorney]

the reason why im mad af @ ludger:

he gaslit casey, his own best friend, into believing that he was the criminal mastermind.

she learned the truth via memory storming and fully blamed herself / her incompetence for his downfall and his suicidal ideation.

she apologized to him, but he never corrected her on it, enforcing her belief that she was indeed at fault despite knowing fully well that it's not the case.

their brief "reconciliation" and his "forgiveness" towards her mean nothing because despite her efforts to fix their relationship, ludger's suicidal ideation remains throughout the story, and in the end, he even acted upon it. during his absence, casey very likely still has to live on for three years with the belief that she was the one who was responsible for the death of her best friend.

ludger never bothered to fight for his good ending, yet he gets everything.

casey fought with her life for his good ending, and for that, she lost everything, including her only companion.

[themostdesperatehoney]

im catching up on 2 days of missed dash and seen the anon say they were down bad more specifically your reaction so :

you don't know????? My guy you got at least 2 of us down bad, I kind of just assumed you were beating the horny anons off with a stick (/ref)???? hell you seem chill af I'd be down bad even if I wasn't horny.

Anyway it's 2025, good job on existing. (ahhhhhaha I nearly forgot the anon switch oh boy 0.0 )

AT LEAST 2?!?! 2025 year of learning people are down bad for me HELLLOOOOOO can't say I mind this update<333333

[jockbots]

omg i lv scooby do! (checks hand) Fox, Thorn, Thire, Hound and Grizzer!

[michealsoft-binbows]

that update had a surprisingly small amount of karkat on it for being posted on karkat's birthday.

in fact.

i dont think karkat was in it at all!!!!!!!!

[moonlitlunas]

it's actually so so soo cool to me that miguel's suit is a hologram and performs like an LED screen on his body; i love that they added this detail bc it gives so much depth to his suit that would otherwise be lost like it makes the meso american inspired patterns on his suit such an enagmatic glow and makes his suit so cool to look at!!! just a million stars glowing on him !!!

SEE !!! THE CIRCUITRY... ITS SO FUCKING COOL !!!

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i need everyone to know that i bloody love the lotr films and i went from grinning like an idiot to gesturing wildly and trying to remember my sheet music bc I KNOW THAT ONE IVE PLAYED IT to crying bc of current or future tragedy or suddenly remembering that with the passing of this age all the magic we see will fade if it hasn't already. but also i will NEVER forgive them for the sound of boromir's horn, the great horn of gondor, passed through ages and generations to call for aid that shall always be heard by allies when it is within or at the bounds of gondor and its surrounding lands, because i was this close to crying and then this bloody horn STARTS BLARING LIKE A FUCKING CAR HONKING AND INSTEAD OF CRYING ALL OF US WERE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY LIKE LITERALLY EVERY OTHER HORN SOUNDS SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING DESTROYED THAT SCENE I MEAN I STILL CRIED BUT ONLY AFTER I COULDNT HEAR THE BLOODY HORN ANYMORE THAT IS SPECIFICALLY SUPPOSED TO ALSO INVOKE EMOTION AT LEAST WHEN YOU'RE AS WEIRD ABOUT LOTR AS I AM WHAT THE FUCK I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT PETER FUCKING JACKSON AND EVERYONE WHO LET THIS HAPPEN

[knightcallie]

Baldur's Bounties: Nicknames

At any point in life, one was given a nickname. It may be a shortening of a name, or perhaps it described something. That something could be of anything: circumstances, personalities, a moment in time, the body, favorites... Weichei contemplated the ones he has accrued over his lifetime and ones for his companions.

Weichei has been compared to a star before. He was not like the sun, something gentler. But he was not like the moon, something not so melancholic. The bright freckles on his cheeks had earned him the nickname of Starcheeks by Einar Cadmus, the paladin who gave it all up for music. His penchant for cannons and explosions earned him the name Starburst by Relentless Makatza, the gunslinger grandpa. 

His partners don’t really use the star nicknames from their own language (stellino, sternchen), using his love of cherries and his family nickname. ‘Cheri’ was typically called sweetly, fondly; but he could remember the calls of exasperation and shrill shrieks. ‘Mauschen’, the little mouse of his family. He was so small compared to his absolute giants of his family, and his ever moving inquisitive ears.

But for some reason, ‘Starlight’ slips out of his lips terribly easy for the vampire spawn of the camp. Astarion, little star in elven. Star was an obvious nickname, but for some reason, Starlight, was the one that left his lips. Wyll can take calling Astarion ‘Star’ or ‘my star’.

He can remember when he first called Astarion that, it earned quite an inquisitive look. It was like seeing the stages of grief on that pale face, but not those exact emotions. Then, a bit of a forceful bark of a laugh. “That’s cute darling.”

Then he kept calling him that throughout the adventure, earning some teasing queries from the other companions. He honest to gods don’t know why it came to him so easily, but nicknames were just also a 2nd nature to him. Damon was Dage (his big brother), Dalmond, Macadamon. Lor was just lengthening it and making the names just as ridiculous. Asperitas was Peri, Pear. Volna was Voli, Vol, Spines. Beaulieu was Beau, Bear. Damiano was Dame (either sayings), ex-husband/exie/my mistake (an extremely funny explanation), dancer. Vierna was Vie, Vienna. Yasdia was Ya-ya, Yazzy. Temerity was Mer, always Mer.

His new companions also had nicknames, though some may be kept to himself. 

Lae’zel was Lae, Zel, Lae’bel. Though, he’s not sure she’d be too keen with the nickname Toad being said familiarly. Suddenly, his heart ached at the memory of sharing custody of a frog and toad with Voli. They named them Missile and Toad respectively, especially fitting when Vetleviola came along.

Shadowheart was Orchid, Doe, Heart. He does shorten it to Shart from time to time in his journal. He’s sure she’d be appalled and punch his arm for it.

Wyll… bill… Duck, he landed with duck, and it stuck. The warlock hearing his reasoning admitted it was silly, but then when he explained that it also meant “dear” or “darling”, he softened. 

Karlach was harder to pin, having drawled out Karl. Lackey could be seen crossed out heavily in his journals. Fireball could be used, or perhaps comet. He’s working on it, maybe Chath (drow elvish for fire) would work.

Gale took some doing. They have been calling each other bookie, for their love learning and infodumping when allowed. He could see the wizard be an Eres-blessed, majorly at that. He could’ve been Eres’ Passion, and perhaps that’s why he called him Iris.

Halsin was Hal or Bear. He did remind him of Beau, he has seen large elves before. He married Beau, and his Vaddy was built like a tank. Though in his sleepy state, he has called the wood elf Sisi.

Jaheira reminded him of a grandmother, Oma slipping easily from him. She could complain and argue she was not that old, but she holds Joma close. She was probably around his parent’s age, maybe a little older. He’s also called her Heira, she doesn’t make as much fuss.

He’s told the group the whole splattering of names he’s been given. Weichei had become Weich, Cher, Cheri, Cherry, Cherries, T’puuli, Cher bear, Little Whistle, Silver Silence, maus, mauschen, little maus, triel, little triel, starcheeks, starburst, son, Batty, pup, puppy, little bat. And more he couldn’t quite recall. He’s lived 250 years, made so many friends across the trade, taught so many. 

He wondered, if the others were jealous of the type of life he’s lead. Out of everyone, he didn’t have a terribly tragic past, an abuser in his life. He’s grown up poor and constantly moved in a trade considered dangerous, but those were circumstances. His deity was quite different from the others, well the pantheon overall from his home was vastly different. They actually listened, but some do have iffy times with responses. As Eres’ passion, he was granted the blessing to be able to talk with his goddex often. Though, because the pantheon was different here, he needed a magic source to even be strong enough to get a signal.

He’s been called “my passion, passion” before, but that’s because he was chosen to be that. But hearing it fall from Gale’s lips did leave a warmth in his chest, a twinkle in his eye. Wyll took the various forms of Cheri, the familiarity just felt comforting as he leaned into the man. Astarion kept using “darling”, but that was kinda for everyone. But, he has taken to calling him mouse, finding it quite amusing especially after learning why.

[tealfruit]

one of my coworkers has some sort of mental/intellectual disability (don't know the specifics, never asked, not my business) and everyone at work loves him because he's like, a really great and sweet and funny person. and sometimes there are customers (high school/college age students) who are shitty about him being clearly disabled so we are all FIERCELY protective of him, bc obviously nobody deserves that anyway but he's very cool and we love him.

anyway right now we're serving a group of high school students in some kind of academic program and some girl called him the r-slur today and we all got so pissed. the supervisor was like "she's lucky I was in the bathroom cuz if id heard that, I'd have punched her. id have put her face in the hot well." she instantly texted our boss and I think they're working on making sure the girl faces some sort of consequences for that. it was even suggested she could maybe be banned from the program over it. fuck around and find out ig!

[maddsmallow]

@glass-noodle it's funny you mention aviators actually !!! because i had a whole thing with connor and glasses and actually not drawing aviators LMAO, even tho it absolutely would have been time-appropriate and make my life easier—no i gotta make things more DIFFICULT 🤣 i wanted him to have BigAss dork glasses like my mom did in the 80s, or like, the librarian from tears for fears' head over heals music video or something

this is actually very specifically the photo i referenced while making this LMAO:

anyways. i just wanted a reason to share my whole thing about how connor has Big Dork glasses. his overwhelming Nerdiness cannot be understated 🤣🤣 or really an excuse to share anything about this au, it is my baby and i love to ramble about it LMAO

" Of course Anderson’s nervous. In his situation, anyone would be. Connor tips his head back, breathes through his nose, exhales and takes another drag. Nicotine calmness settles into his bloodstream. It works.

“Let me rephrase,” he says, his voice pitched lower, more seriously. “You know I’m a programmer. You may not know I’m smart, but I am. And I found — well. I know something.” He drags his gaze up to meet Anderson’s: almost a shock, cool-blue like ice water. “Here’s the real question. Do you want to be rich is, perhaps, a side note.”

Anderson’s eyes sharpen on his, a curious narrowing.

“How would you like to embarrass Elijah Kamski by stealing a ton of money that he has set aside illegally, revealing his bullshit to the world, and then splitting the proceeds and fucking off where we never have to talk to each other again?" "

Hank and Connor make plans and get rich. Read to learn how.

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my rbb with the wonderful @sevdrag for the 2024 @dbh-bb is here! based on the song "opportunities" by pet shop boys, hank and connor plan a heist to get rich quick 1980s-style and then split ways. of course, it's never quiet that easy, especially when you start getting... attached. enjoy~!

read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59826649/chapters/152608372

car ref photo https://classiccars.com/listings/view/881752/1985-cadillac-fleetwood-brougham-for-sale-in-joliet-illinois-60431

detroit skyline photo https://www.flickr.com/photos/141709180@N08/47138991761/in/dateposted-public/

[ether-aliens]

ngl i miss this website is it still shit. does it still block posts from that shitty nsfw filter

[yviqq]

nerdjo rant

the amount of mischaracterisation this fucker goes through, even in au, is insane 😭😭 becase gojo himself is already some fuckass nerd in canon that only understood stuff when explained in DIGIMON terms. in nerdjo au ppl say hes so shy and stutters n doesn't know hes attractive BROTHER ARE WE TALKING ABOUT THE SAME GODDAMN CHARACTER RN ?!!!?!?? nerdjo would be sooo cocky bruh he'd be one of those "um aksually 🤓" ahh fuckers that geniunely get on your nerves bcs of how entitled and know-it-all he is, not the fuckin nerd that drops all his books on the floor in a massive aura loss event and then goes "u-u-um s-s-s-sowwy 😣🥺" FUCK OOOFFFFFF that fucker has digimon n anime stickers all over his laptop and makes u think hes one of those weirdos that live in their parents basement n go crazy on discord w their e-kittens😭 until you approach the fuck n ask about his stickers. his unapproachable and resting bitch face will immediately fizzle and he'll start yapping about his interests n then realise he's yapped a little too much n stfu to recover from the aura loss.

sigh... anyways..... im not really THAT phased by people characterising Gojo like an uwu nerd 'cause it's your fic and you can do what you want i just wanna read more fics w cocky annoying fuck nerdjo 🥲🥲

[hybridirl]

i’ve never done this before…

18 + only, please!

ellie x f!loser!reader

a/n: so basically i was on janitor ai because i’m genuinely an addicted freak and this was inspired by a chat i had :3 im also replaying tlou2 bc i cant stop i need it i need it i need it. also i think a LOT more things make sense now, so i think you should replay after u play it.

brief summary: ellie is ur big sister’s best friend! but, unfortunately you’re dubbed an “annoying little sister,” your sister’s not home, ellie’s high when she comes over, and ur a loser nerd who can’t deal with confrontation :(. (au if it wasn’t obvious!)

tw / DUBCON?, ellie is very mean, degrading, praise, pet names, reader is a virgin, small age gap if you really squint, porn without a plot, rushed sex, scissoring (tribbling?), use of y/n i think…

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with a grunt, you pulled your pajama pants up the rest of the way. you were headed to the door after hearing seven hard knocks on the door.

“hello—“ you began, cutting yourself off when you see ellie, your sister’s best friend. “ellie?” you glanced behind her, then behind yourself. “she’s not home right now.”

“yeah, yeah,” she slurred, and your lips went into a thin line from her state, so obviously intoxicated. “she told me come ‘n wait. she’s gettin’ her shit rocked, ‘r whatever. she dropped me off ‘ya know? said you wouldn’t mind. you don’ mind, do you?”

being such a caring person had its ups and downs. you weren’t fond of ellie, and she wasn’t fond of you. she had been your biggest bully throughout the entirety of middle and high school. but, you couldn’t deny her entry. she could get hurt or worse, and you didn’t want that. or to be responsible of it.

you adjusted your glasses, eyeing her with a thoughtful look. her eyes were halflidded, red, and she smelled disgusting. she eyed you right back, her stare almost intimidating.

“no, ellie. i don’t mind,” you said begrudgingly, stepping aside to allow her in. you watched her make her way around the all-too-familiar home while you shut the door. you mentally prepared yourself for tending to her needs; you knew she’d tell if you hadn’t. you also prepared for the anger she would inevitably feel. she was an angry person when intoxicated. you leaned against the door and watched her opened the fridge.

“what do you got?” ellie asked, shutting the refrigerator and looking at you. “what’re you gonna make?”

“i don’t know,” you responded and took a glance at the stove. you hadn’t noticed what she took from the fridge, only gasping when you heard the familiar sound of a beer opening. “hey, hey, hey! that’s my dad’s!” you watched ellie shrug and give you a “so what?” look. “stop it, that’s not good for you!” you rushed over, reaching for the beer, but her rough hand kept you in place as she chugged it down. “ellie, stop! you’re already high, that’s gonna make it worse; ellie, stop!”

“and what the fuck do you know?” she asked as she slammed the beer bottle of the counter, “you stupid fuckin’ loser, what the fuck is wrong with you? i’ll do what-the-fuck-ever i want. you’re such a fucking lame-ass, you won’t even take a lil sip o’ this thing,” she stuck the beer can up to your mouth, which you turned away from, “that’s what i thought, you stupid bitch. you’re probably a virgin, too, huh? you don’t even try- nobody even tries for you. no man, no woman, no whatever. never been in a relationship, never been in fuckin’ nothing. you are such a fucking loser.”

your jaw was slack, almost looking like a fish out of water as it tried to shut and open.

“you’re too high for this,” you said slowly, still shocked at her words. you took a step back, your back pressing against the island counter.

“you don’t know the first thing about ‘too high,’ jackass. bet you never had a dick in you before. too busy studyin’ your stupid fucking books to be the good girl you are. can’t even do this because you’re always bein’ a teacher’s pet, always bein’ a goody-two-shoes, know it all, fucking bitch. probably got a few toys like the desperate freak you are. maybe a dildo? nah, you want that pussy t’stay tight, huh?” you thought it couldn’t get worse than the insults before, but this was insane. your eyes were wide, shock filling your features.

“ellie!” you gasped in horror and embarrassment, “i— i’m calling my sister!”

“you’re a fucking snitch!” she giggled, pointing at you. “she doesn’t care what the fuck i’m saying to you. she’s too busy slutting herself out to give a fuck about your pathetic ass, baby.”

“go away, ellie,” you whimpered out, eyes at the ground. you attempted to push past her, but her hands gripped your wrists. “please.”

“you’re not getting rid of me,” she growled, her beer-breath filling your nostrils, “you’re a goddamn joke. i’m not going anywhere ‘til i’m good ‘n ready. you just know i’m right.” she leaned in, her lips brushing your cheek as she whispered deep into your ear, “you just want my hands all over you, don’t you, y/n? i’ve seen how you watched me. you want a real woman’s hands on ‘ya. all of over your pretty body, hm?”

“no,” you whispered right back, your brows furrowed. this was your sister’s best friend. this was just… wrong; you couldn’t explain it, but it wasn’t right. and she was high! she didn’t know what she was doing, what she was saying, but her touch felt so…

“don’t you lie to me,” she huffed her breath hot in your ear, “you wanna get touched bad. you know you do. you want my hands slidin’ down your pretty panties and touchin’ that clit. make you cum all on my hand. you want that, don’t you?”

“ellie,” you almost moaned out at her dirty talk, your brows knitted together in conflict. your hand went to cover your mouth as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pjs and simultaneously your underwear.

“let it out, baby,” she told as your hand muffled a broken moan, “you’re already so, so wet for me. this pussy’s just beggin’ for my touch, huh?” her finger-pad ran across your clit and your knees buckled. she giggled in response, a lazy grin plastered on her face. “mm, ya feel that? this’s what y’ve been missin’ out on with all that nerdy bullshit you do.” her fingers slipped easily inside you, making your eyes roll with pleasure; another moan escaped your throat. “y’so tight. just like i thought.” she pulled her fingers out, quickly giving them a lick before tugging your bottoms down. “oh, baby…” she moaned at the sight, licking her lips as she took you in. “look at that pretty pussy. mhm, ‘n all f’r me, huh?” she knelt down, getting face to face with your cunt. “answer me.” she kissed at your inner thighs. all you could do was watch, trembling under her dominating touch.

you yelped, jumping in surprise as she bit your thigh harshly.

“i said answer.”

“y-yes! all for you, ‘s all for you,” you whimpered, whining as her mouth finally met with your drooling pussy. your resolve had slipped away, only thinking about that needy, touch-starved vulva of yours. “oh, ellie…” she grinned as she watching you come undone, your fingers slipping into her hair and tugging at it. she lapped and lapped at your clit, tongue running circles around the sensitive bud. she gave it a last kiss before she pulled away, smirking at your distress.

“preview, baby. all that was. go to your room, m’followin’ you.”

you were anxious to walk, taking just a moment before giddily rushing to your room. the masculine woman easily followed your direction, shutting the door hard behind her as she pulled you down to the bed with her. her hands were immediately on you as you lay atop her, caressing and running down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing.

“you’re so ready for me baby, aren’t you?” she asked with a small smirk playing at her lips. “you wanna grind that pretty pussy on mine, don’t you?”

“i-i’ve never done this before, i-i don’t know what to do,” you admitted, although she already knew your circumstance.

“makin’ me do all the work, you pretty lil pillow princess?” she teased, that same lazy grin on her face. she easily flipped you over, watching your eyes widen in surprise. “god, how are you so perfect…” she moaned softly to herself, her hands running down your sides, down your legs, and down your calves. she reached her jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them down quickly. you gulped as you eyed her pubic mound, her dark hair trimmed finely.. she lifted your hips up, appreciating your vulva once more. she used her thumb to lift up your clitoral hood, bending down to meet the pearl with her tongue. “mm, god, i can’t get enough of you. pull your shirt up, wanna see those tits ‘ve been wantin’ to see.” you did as you were told, quickly pulling your nightshirt up and showing her your breasts. a groan left her throat as her hands reached out to touch them, tweaking and rolling your nipples between her fingers.

“please,” you whined, your head tilted back. “please, ellie…”

“oh, i know you’re so needy, huh? never done this before? never been touched so good by another girl b’fore, huh?” ellie teased once more, and all you could do was nod. it was all true. “say it, baby. tell me how much of a loser you are.”

with an embarrassed grimace, you obliged, “i-i’m a big loser. ‘ve never, ever gotten laid ‘n i wanna… oh!” you gasped as you felt the sensation of her pussy meet yours. “ellie…” her hips ground against yours, your clits bumping and running across each other.

“you like this? my pussy all over yours?” she growled, rolling her hips to meet your cunt. “fuck, you’re so wet.” you moaned out, your hands trying to find a place to stay as they flailed. they gripped the sheets and you watched above as her pussy slid across yours. you both glistened with a thin layer of sweat, your bodies becoming hot with arousal. “you feel so fucking good.”

“yes,” you cried, “more.” and she gave you more, her hips rolling with fervor while you writhed in pleasure. “p-please— ellie!”

“yeah, scream my name you little slut,” she purred, her auburn hair sticking to her sweaty face. “let ‘em know— let the neighbors know you’re finally getting laid.”

you continued to moan her name, completely drunk on this feeling. she let out small little ‘just like that’s’ as your voice echoed off the walls of your room.

it was intense, your bodies moving together and so perfectly in sync. sweat dripped from her forehead onto your belly, slightly coating your skin. her hands gripped your chest as she ground against you, the position slightly awkward, but pleasing nonetheless as your heats mushed together in symphony. sloppy squelches filled your ears, almost drowned out by your moans and cries as she took you.

“i’m gonna,” you began, tears welling up in your pretty eyes, “i’m gonna cum, ellie!”

“yeah? right on my pussy? cum right on my pussy, baby,” she moaned, her hands reaching her cup her own breast. you moaned, following her command like a dog as your canal contracting around nothing, costing her slick folds in all your essence. your body convulsed as you came, and the sight forced a moan out of her throat. “yeah, that’s it, my good girl, fu—ck… i’m cumming!” with her orgasm following in suit, she gripped your leg hard, riding out her orgasm as you tried to come down from your own. you whined from the overstimulation, feeling her arousal spread out on your flesh. she shushed you, her index finger on your lips as she calmed her breathing. she dropped your leg, plopping beside you with a grunt.

“t-that was good,” you said to her, your eyes lingering on her glistening face.

“mhm, now you get to brag to a—ll your nerdy, little virgin friends that you,” she jabbed a finger, “got laid.”

“you’re mean,” you huffed, a little pout on your face. she smirked, bringing a hand to the back of your neck and bringing you in to kiss.

“yeah?” she chuckled, “but you like it.”