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learn-from-my-experience · 2 years ago

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Every TypeScript example and tutorial I've come across so far mainly focuses on language features, static typing, and working with Visual Studio. However, I couldn't find much guidance on how to use TypeScript effectively with JavaScript and the DOM.

I remember having the same question a while back, just like Johnny on Stack Overflow. "Can we use TypeScript to manipulate the DOM?" This question motivated me to dive deeper and figure it out, and I'm here to share what I've learned.

Configuration: Using TypeScript for DOM manipulation is straightforward, but it does require some configuration. You'll need to include the specific types for DOM access, which aren't available by default in TypeScript. To do this, you must explicitly configure the TypeScript compiler to include the "dom" library in the compilerOptions section of your tsconfig.json file. It's worth noting that the decision not to include these types by default might suggest that TypeScript's creators initially intended it more for server-side development with Node.js than for front-end work.

/** tsconfig.json - Configuration file in the project folder for the TypeScript compiler */ { "compilerOptions": { "lib": [ "es2015", "dom" ], "strict": true, "target": "es2015" } }

Hello World: In this article, I'll create a simple "Hello, world!" program to demonstrate how to use the DOM in TypeScript. Since this is my first post about TypeScript, I'll cover the basics of working with DOM types and address a common challenge that beginners might encounter. Please note that I won't be discussing DOM events in this post; that's a topic for a future article.

Let's start with the basics by changing the inner text value of an existing HTML element. I began by creating an HTML file with a standard HTML5 boilerplate, including an <h1> element with the id "greeter" in the body.

<!DOCTYPE html> <html lang="en"> <head>  </head> <body> <h1 id="greeter">Hello</h1> </body> </html>

Next, I opened a new TypeScript file and added the following code:

let greeter: HTMLHeadingElement = document.getElementById("greeter") as HTMLHeadingElement; greeter.innerText = "Hello world!";

In this code, I created a variable called greeter and assigned the type HTMLHeadingElement to it. The HTMLHeadingElement type is defined in the "dom" library we added to the configuration. It tells the TypeScript compiler that greeter expects an HTML heading element and nothing else. Then, I assigned the greeter to the value returned by the getElementById function, which selects an element by its ID. Finally, I set the inner text of the greeter element to "Hello world."

When I compiled the code with the following command:

tsc script.ts

It produced the following error:

Type 'HTMLElement | null' is not assignable to type 'HTMLHeadingElement'. Type 'null' is not assignable to type 'HTMLHeadingElement'.

It's a bit frustrating, but TypeScript is doing its job. This error means that I tried to assign a greeter, which is of type HTMLHeadingElement, with an object of type HTMLElement that the getElementById method returned. The HTMLElement | null in the error message indicates that the method's return value can be either of type HTMLElement or null.

To address this, I used TypeScript's type assertion feature to tell the compiler that the element returned by getElementById is indeed a heading element, and it doesn't need to worry about it. Here's the updated code:

let greeter: HTMLHeadingElement = document.getElementById("greeter") as HTMLHeadingElement; greeter.innerText = "Hello world!";

With this change, the compilation was successful. I included the script.js file generated by the compiler in the HTML document and opened it in a browser.

Decoration Time: Now that I've confirmed that everything works as intended, it's time to make the page more visually appealing. I wanted a font style that was informal, so I chose the "Rock Salt" font from Google Fonts. I imported it into my stylesheet, along with "Dancing Script" as a secondary font, using CSS imports. I then added a few more elements to the HTML document, centered all the text using CSS flexbox, added a background from UI gradients, and adjusted the positions of some elements for proper arrangement. The page now looked beautiful.

Animation: To add a finishing touch, I wanted to include a background animation of orbs rising to the top like bubbles. To create the orbs, I decided to use <div> elements. Since I wanted several orbs with different sizes, I split the task into two steps to simplify the work.

First, I created a common style for all the orbs and defined a custom animation for the orbs in CSS. Then, I created the orbs dynamically using TypeScript. I created a set number of <div> elements, assigned them the pre-defined style, and randomized their sizes, positions, and animation delays to make them appear more natural.

Here's an excerpt of the code for creating the bubbles:

function createBubbles() { for (let i = 0; i < bubbleCount; i++) { let div: HTMLDivElement = document.createElement("div") as HTMLDivElement; let divSize = getSize(); div.style.left = getLeftPosition() + "px"; div.style.width = divSize + "px"; div.style.height = divSize + "px"; div.style.animationDelay = i * randomFloat(0, 30) + "s"; div.style.filter = "blur(" + randomFloat(2, 5) + "px)"; div.classList.add("bubble"); bubbleBuffer.push(div); } console.log("Bubbles created"); }

After creating the orbs, I added them to the DOM and started the animation:

function releaseBubbles() { createBubbles(); for (let i = 0; i < bubbleCount; i++) { containerDiv.appendChild(bubbleBuffer[i]); } console.log("Bubbles released"); }

And with that, the animation of orbs rising like bubbles was set in motion.

Here's the final output:

youtube

You can find the complete code in this repository.

Conclusion: While writing this article and creating the example, I realized the involvement of advanced concepts like type assertion and union types. I now understand why the authors of those tutorials didn't include them; introducing them could confuse beginners. It's best to learn TypeScript thoroughly before venturing into DOM manipulation.

In my example, I skipped null checking when fixing the type mismatch error, as it seemed unnecessary for the demonstration. However, in real projects, it's important to check for null values to avoid runtime errors. I also didn't

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hoosurdaddy · 3 months ago

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Nest.

Pairing: Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn.

ummary: You’ve been in their home for weeks now. Maybe months. Time’s slippery when you’re kept warm, fed, worshipped. You should feel like a pet. Like a prisoner. But all you feel is wanted. Needed. Maybe even… loved.

Warnings: NSFW (explicit sex), obsession, unhealthy dynamics, possessive/controlling behavior, manipulation, dubcon-adjacent (reader is drugged lightly for “relaxation”), voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, pet names, praise kink, mild biting, dark romance themes.

You have been warned.

Not taking requests.

⸻

The sheets smell like vanilla, linen, and Love’s skin.

You stretch slowly, the silk blindfold still warm against your eyelids. There’s a buzz in your limbs—not quite sedation, not quite arousal. Something between. Something intentional. You know the tea Love gave you an hour ago had something in it. You’re past questioning it. You always feel good afterward. Calm. Soft. Docile.

Joe’s voice cuts through the haze, low and careful.

“You look perfect like this.”

You hear the click of a camera. Not a phone. A real camera. The kind he used back when he said he “wanted to capture the truth of things.”

“You’re taking pictures?” your voice is hoarse, half-curious, half-sleepy.

“You’re art, baby,” Love whispers from the foot of the bed. “We can’t keep you all to ourselves and not at least look when you’re not here.”

You feel a kiss on your knee. Then your thigh. Then teeth.

Your breath hitches.

Love climbs up between your legs like a predator, hands sliding up your sides, her tongue darting out to taste your skin. She’s naked. You can feel her heat against your leg.

“She’s wet already,” Love purrs to Joe. “Just from hearing your voice.”

There’s the sound of something being set down. The camera. Then the rustle of clothing. Joe’s taking his shirt off. You know the sounds now. You know the feel of him when he presses against you—sharp hipbones, calloused hands, thick and patient where it counts.

“Of course she is,” Joe says, now closer, breath hot against your ear. “She knows she belongs to us.”

The words make your thighs press together involuntarily. Love pushes them apart again, chuckling. “Uh-uh, sweetheart. No hiding from us.”

They don’t ask for permission anymore. But somehow, you never feel forced. It’s like they’ve trained you—slowly, lovingly, breaking you down until this became your sanctuary.

Joe’s hands slide beneath your back, lifting you slightly so he can kiss along your collarbone. His voice is gentle. Too gentle for how rough he can be.

“You’re our pretty little pet, aren’t you?”

You nod.

Even blindfolded, you can feel their smiles.

Love licks a long, slow stripe from your navel to your chest. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

Joe’s fingers wrap around your throat—not to choke, just to hold. “Good girl.”

You feel Love’s fingers first. Then her mouth. Joe keeps whispering—dirty things, loving things, terrifying things. You lose track of where one of them ends and the other begins. You’re breathless, aching, unraveling under four hands, two mouths, one obsession.

They don’t stop until you beg.

Even then, they keep going just a little longer. Just to hear you cry.

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supercomputr · 3 months ago

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i need a traumatized boy who wants me to fuck up his years worth of therapy for an orgasm

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wisecura · 7 months ago

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Sweeter (NSFW)

SatoSugu x f!Reader p.2 - 4k (all for the fuckin' smut)

summary: THE PWP FOR: entering high school only to be met with the two hottest strongest sorcerers of your generation was not something you were prepared for. so, what happens when they take a strange liking to their cute, sheltered underclassman?

an: man I'm getting some good practice for writing smut. I hope it's as coherent as my tired brain thought it was. loosely proofread, so please enjoy-

MINORS DNI AFTER HERE

warnings: do not read if you are sensitive to dubcon, or any kind of dark fic topics, small age gap (not even mentioned, they're past high school), arranged marriage, poly relationship, possessive undertones, manipulative undertones, manipulative, some gaslighting, Dom-Suguru, pussydrunk, creampie cleanup, breeding kink, virgin reader that somehow knows how to deepthroat a large cock (with minimal instructions-first try!), if they sound mean-i'm sorry, immature (sheltered) reader,

did you want to read it again?

The wedding was straight out of a fairytale, bathed in the rich, traditional colors that only added to the day’s dreamlike quality.

There he was—Satoru, the man you were about to call your husband.

Each time you glanced at him, dressed sharply, standing poised and perfect, it took your breath away. Marrying the most sought-after bachelor around, a man wrapped in prestige, wealth, and unmatched power and strength, felt crazy. The only word to describe it was surreal.

Satoru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as they announced your union. The kiss–though he'd kissed you plenty of times before, was now on the lips. A little deeper, holding the back of your head, keeping you close, preventing you from pulling away too quickly, leaving you breathless.

During the reception, amidst the laughter and clinking glasses, you caught snippets of conversation from Satoru’s relatives, their voices low, gazing at you with a gleam in their eyes. One topic staying constant on their tongues: producing an heir.

It was a layer of expectation that loomed large, suddenly making your new reality even more daunting than you had anticipated.

As the night drew to a close and the estate began to quiet down, the weight of what was expected in your marriage truly settled in. Would Satoru really expect... that... so soon?

The thought of... consummation, when you hadn't even been dating, churned in your stomach as you hesitantly approached his, now your bedroom door. All your belongings were already here, making this vast place your new home, but this final step—something you felt completely unprepared for—loomed large.

With a shaky breath, you knocked gently on the door. The sound echoed slightly in the still hallway, perfectly in tune with the rapid beating of your heart. When the door finally swung open, Satoru loomed above you, his silhouette framed by the soft light spilling from the room, haloing him in an almost ethereal glow.

"You came," he remarked, a hint of surprise coloring his voice as if he hadn't fully expected you to follow through. You stood awkwardly a the door, feeling a little shy. Where you not supposed to-

"Come on," his hand reaching out to grasp your arm, pulling you into the room with a gentle tug that caused you to stumble slightly. As you regained your balance, your eyes quickly scanned the room.

It was strikingly sterile, devoid of personal touches, which made it feel less like a bedroom and more like an impersonal guest room. You assumed your belongings had already been neatly stored away in the closet. However, what really caught your attention wasn’t the room’s lack of personality but rather what—or rather, who—was on the large king-sized bed.

Suguru was there, lounging casually as if his presence in this intimate setting was the most natural thing in the world, the sight throwing you off.

"S-Suguru?" Your voice wavered, tinged with disbelief. He hadn't been at the wedding celebrations, and it had been months since you'd last seen him. Overcome with a mix of surprise and relief, you quickly crossed the room and threw yourself onto his lap, wrapping him in a tight hug.

"Even I didn't get this reaction," Satoru muttered from behind you, his tone a mix of amusement and mock offense.

Suguru's response was a deep, resonant chuckle that vibrated through his chest, warming you with its familiarity. The position was intimate, but you'd sat on their laps plenty of times before.

Obviously nothing would happen tonight if he was here.

"It's been a while, pretty girl," Suguru murmured, his hand gently caressing your face and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, realizing just how much you had missed his presence.

"Heard you got married while I was gone," his voice low and teasing.

You laughed, the sound muffled against his chest as you nuzzled closer, reveling in the comfort his presence provided. The familiarity of his scent and the steady beat of his heart soothing your nerves.

"Ok, now I'm starting to get jealous," Satoru's voice came from behind you. You heard his footsteps as he approached, and you felt the bed give way under his weight, his body pressed against your back, effectively sandwiching you between the two of them.

Suguru's hand reached over your shoulder, affectionately patting Satoru on the head.

"Now why would you be jealous? She's your wife," Suguru teased, his voice light but carrying a note that stirred a chill down your spine. You were still not quite accustomed to being called someone's wife.

"And here you are, all cuddled up next to her," Satoru huffed, his tone playful yet pointed.

"You promised we'd share, Satoru. Don't get greedy now," he added, reminding Satoru of some unspoken agreement that seemed to include you in their plans. You felt nervous as you let outa small breath.

"Promised you'd share?" The words slipped out, small, tinged with disbelief as you craned your neck to look up at Suguru. Almost instantly, you felt Satoru's presence push behind you. His body pressed closer, his breath warm on your neck, and his arms cinched tighter around your waist—a clear sign he didn't appreciate being ignored–even for a moment.

"Of course, sweet girl. We couldn’t possibly let you end up with just anyone," Suguru replied, his tone casual but obviously carrying an coolness that had you momentarily stunned.

"But what do you mean by 'share'?" The question hung awkwardly in the air, your brain not fully wrapping around his meaning.

Suguru's response was matter-of-fact. "Well, technically, you can only marry one of us, right?"

Before you could digest this, Satoru piped up from behind, his voice laced with a mix of jest and arrogance, "And I’m the heir to the Gojo family, so obviously I’m the better choice."

This boast earned him a scathing look from Suguru, who, despite the tension, continued to stroke your head in a seemingly soothing manner. Yet, the gesture now felt more like a claim being staked, adding to the surreal-ness of the situation.

"You've always been part of us, yeah? Every moment we've spent together built towards this. It's natural for us to be together. All ours."

Your mind reeled, struggling to piece together the implications of his words. "I... but I thought we were just friends. What do you mean I've always been yours?"

Satoru's breath was warm against your ear. "Think about it. Who's always been there for you? Who have you spent all your time with? It's always been us, hasn't it? It's not just friendship. It's more than that, and deep down, you know it," he whispered, each word designed to reshape your understanding of the past few years you shared together. Willing you to understand.

"But... How? A marriage is supposed to be between two people–a man and a woman–not... not this," you protested weakly, trying to grasp the reality they presented against everything you thought you knew–everything your clan has taught you.

Suguru laughed softly, a sound that used to comfort you but now seemed to carry a darker undertone. "Who says it has to be just two people?–man, woman, same difference. What we have? It's special, unique. We don't need to follow society's rules. We make our own rules because we're meant to be together. All of us."

Satoru nodded, adding, "Exactly. Why limit ourselves? You're ours, and we're yours. We've shared everything, haven't we? Our food, our time, our secrets. Sharing our lives through marriage is just the next step."

Your face flushed red, a mix of confusion and realization washing over you. "I... I do love you both," you admitted, your voice trembling. "You are the most important people in my life. I can't imagine being without you." Despite the situation, your heart knew these feelings were genuine. You've obviously never confessed, and this just felt so new. So nerve wracking.

Suguru's expression softened, his earlier laughter fading into a more sincere, tender smile. "And we love you, too. More than you can imagine," he assured you, hands collecting your hair together. "We've never planned to let you go, not now, not ever."

As Satoru buried his face deeper into your neck, you felt the warmth of his breath and the gentle kisses he planted along your skin. Each kiss was soft, almost reverent, as he murmured right into your ear, “No matter what happens, even if you wanted to leave, we wouldn’t let you. You're part of us, and that’s how it’s going to stay. We’re in this together, forever.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making your heart swell with happiness. It felt right, being here with them, more right than anything else ever had. They were no longer just dreams or fantasies—they were real, tangible–and you finally saw them for what they were.

Yours.

Suguru’s hands joined Satoru’s at your waist, tightening his hold just as his gaze pierced into yours. His question was direct, catching you by surprise. "Have you been with anyone before?" His eyes seemed to search for any hint of deceit in your response.

You shook your head, knowing exactly what he meant, your cheeks warming with embarrassment. "No, I’ve.... never been with anyone. I don’t even really know how all this is supposed to work," you admitted, feeling your heart race under his intense attention.

Sensing your nervousness, Suguru suddenly took charge, his voice firm as he instructed Satoru to give you some space. "Scoot back a bit, let's not crowd her," he said, a playful note creeping in his voice. Satoru moved back reluctantly, mumbling a mix of playful huffs and complaints. “She’s my wife,”

"It'll start with kissing," Suguru ignores him, instead focusing his attention on you. "Already done that," you chimed in quickly, remembering the kisses shared with Satoru, the one from the alter-really only wanting to be helpful.

You didn't expect Suguru’s poutily looking away. A hint of annoyance flickering across his face. Sure, he expected the two of you to already kiss when you were married but…. "Satoru’s already kissed you…." he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

Curious, you asked, "What’s wrong?" Satoru couldn't help but chime in with a grin, "Suguru’s jus’ jealous." Your face turned a deeper shade of red at the tease, but before you could respond, Suguru pulled you into him, his lips meeting yours in a deep, all-consuming kiss. It was intense and filled with an urgency that seemed to be fueled by Satoru’s taunting.

His hands trial down your body, squeezing and pulling you closer, exploring you completely. You're sat in his lap, as he forces your hips to grind into his, an obvious bulge pressing against you, his eyes damn near black–blown out, watching you closely as you break for air.

Looking down, his palms massage your thighs, hitching your nightgown up higher, fingers finally reaching your covered slit as you let out a small whimper from the contact.

You felt all eyes on you, and couldn't help the nerves that coiled in your stomach–even now with you splayed across his lap on display, hungry eyes watching you–you still felt embarrassed. You heard shuffling from behind you, turning your head to meet Satoru-but before you could, Suguru’s hands grabbed your chin to face him.

“Eyes on me, Doll.” The breathy puff of air you let out was all instinctual–the way he so easily commanded your attention with his pet names. And the tremble in your rolling hips forced his eyes back down, trailing his hand across your chest, your stomach, and finally down to the soaked fabric. “Satoru, I think your wife likes me more.”

Your hands grip onto the fabric of his shirt, and you so desperately want to look back when you hear the slick sounds from behind you, Satoru’s annoyed sulky puff at Suguru’s comment sounding out around the loud, wet slaps.

“hah–gimme a minute with her, and let's see who’s talkin’–” But once again Suguru ignores him, his fingers teetering the border of your panties, obviously distracted, before finally sliding a finger along your drenched folds. He lets out a soft chuckle, burying himself in deeper, a sickening squelch reverberating the room, now matching the pace of the sound behind you. So filthy, and you really didn't know any better-

You can't help the low moan you let out, or the way your nails dig into his shoulders, hips bucking into his thick fingers, seeking a release you didn't expect. And just as sudden, he withdrawals his fingers, bringing them up to your face, as if he were scolding you.

“Look at how filthy you are.” he coos out, voice husky. “So cute.” You’re beet red.

"Please, tell me you’re gonna let me have a taste.” Satoru's voice sounds out behind you, begging, more desperate than you've ever heard from him before. “C’mon Suguru, please.”

You could hear the rasp in his words, laced with heavy desire, as you watched Suguru shocked, no- stunned at the request. You couldn't see his face, but the audible fapping noises behind you were enough to give you a picture.

“What do you think, doll? Should we let him taste?” His voice dripping in amusement, as you shake your head, mouth agape, “t-that’s nasty, Sugur–” before you could finish your protest, Suguru leans over you, pulling Satoru in by his neck, pushing you down on the bed in the process.

Now hovering above you, slotted between your legs–his hardened length firmly pressed against your center. You finally have a clear image of them both, as you see his fingers being shoved into Satoru’s mouth, grip choking him, and the lewd image of his fingers fucking into his mouth would stay ingrained into your mind for weeks after–you've never seen him so rough before.

And what shocked you moreso was when Satoru practically moaned at the contact of your taste on his tongue, lolling out, leaning into his aggressive hold as if it were the most natural thing ever. He greedily laps Suguru's fingers, fingers gripping Suguru’s wrist close, eyes rolling back, a sinful expression gracing his face.

You have a clear view of just what Satoru was up to behind your back, his massive hand actively stroking his girthy cock, now inches from your face. You can't keep your eyes off of it as you study it religiously. You've never seen one before. Was that thing supposed to….fit inside you? ]

Suguru chuckled lowly at your reactions, gaze locked onto you before pulling his fingers from Satoru’s mouth, releasing his hold on his neck.

“He’s such a nasty boy, don't you think? Getting all hard from his wife being felt up like that.” Your eyes find Suguru’s again as he watches you closely. You can't respond-and how were you supposed to with two very large, very big men standing over you?

“You nervous?” you nod before you could stop yourself. Without hesitating, he pushes himself into you, spurring a small whimper from you, “It’s okay baby. We’ll take good care of you.” His fingers find your clit through your panties, as he continues grinding into you, each touch bringing you closer and closer to the edge, mind going fuzzy as you watch Satoru stroking himself.

His eyes meet yours, glazing over, pupils matching Suguru’s, and they both sense your impending orgasm growing with every passing second, your body responding to Suguru’s touch despite your initial hesitation. "You're so wet already, doll," he murmurs, his breath hot against your neck. “Feels so tight ‘n warm.”

Satoru chuckles, licking his lips as he watches Suguru's movements, leaning down to hover over your face, “Wanna taste?” And before you could answer, he’s leaning into a deep kiss, tongue slipping past your lips, and you can taste your own slick on him.

Breaking away, his fingers make their way to your mouth, eyes watching you, burning you. He moves his thumb away from your mouth, replacing it with the tip of his cock instead, tracing your lips with it. "Open up."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as you hesitantly part your lips, allowing Satoru to slide his cock inside. Your eyes widen as you taste him for the first time, a salty white thickness coating your tongue. Suguru takes this opportunity to slide a finger inside you once again, curling it just right to hit that spot.

You moan involuntarily, your hips bucking against his hand, allowing Satoru's cock in deeper, almost choking on it. Satoru smirks, his hands moving to grip your head, guiding your movements. He loves the way you look with his cock in your mouth, so innocent yet so sinful. He thrusts deeper, his hips rocking against your face, as you continue slurping on his thick cock. “Eh eh, no teeth baby, hollow out that mouth, jus like that, goooood girl–”

“Cmon now Satoru, she can't breathe.” Suguru reprimands lightly, your head going dizzy at the lack of oxygen.

“You sure you're a virgin?” Satoru moaned out, “sure doesn't seem like it.”

“Easy now, Satoru, don't make me tie you down.” You barely catch the words, Satoru filling your mouth as drool pooled around the edges. You’d complain, but the moans coming from Satoru were godly, and the feel of Suguru grinding into your clothed cunt had easily clouded your thoughts.

“So good fer me,” Satoru praises, pulling his cock from your mouth, leaving behind a trail of saliva. They both are mesmerized at how your body takes them both so well, each stimulation eliciting such a vulgar reaction from you. You already looked fucked out and they haven’t even started.

Suguru pulls your panties down now, fixated on your weeping bare cunt, drawing satorus attention. “Sucha pretty little hole.” His fingers trail the edges, before dipping inside, and you moan at the intrusion.

“Let's keep this mouth busy, yeah?” and before you know it, Satoru’s cock is back on your tongue, thrusting in deep, as you gag. The sight of your pretty mouth struggling to accommodate him only spurs him on, and you do your best to relax your jaw–only hoping that you were doing it right.

Suguru's eyes flicker with a primal hunger as he watches you struggle to adjust to Satoru's cock. He withdraws his fingers from you slowly, leaving you aching and empty for just a moment before he replaces them with something much larger.

You feel his cock press against your entrance, causing your eyes to widen, not sure he’d be able to even fit there. Satoru chuckles at your reaction, gripping your head firmer as he thrusts deeper into your mouth. Suguru leans down, his lips grazing your ear. "Relax," he whispers soothingly. "It'll be easier if you just relax, baby."

You nod, trying to settle down, trusting him completely, he slowly pushes himself inside you, his thick length stretching you wide open. You whimper around Satoru's cock as Suguru fills you up, pleasure and pain melding together in a heady mix, the stretch almost unbearable.

Satoru groans at the feel of your throats vibrations, as Suguru gives you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, his hips rocking into yours in a slow, steady rhythm. Satoru matches his pace, thrusting in sync with Suguru. You feel completely filled, sandwiched between them both. They take turns praising you, their voices muffled by their own pleasure-filled moans.

"Fuck, you feel incredible." Suguru's husky voice echoes through your mind as he picks up the pace, thrusting deeper inside your sloppy pussy. "Such a good girl, taking both of us so well." Satoru adds, his breathing labored as he watches Suguru claim you, eagerly awaiting his turn.

Their movements become more erratic as they lose themselves in their lust, their hands roaming over your body possessively.

Suguru's thumb circles your clit faster, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you, as Satoru thrusts harder into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement. You moan around him again, the vibrations sending shockwaves through him, causing his hips to stutter. They continue to worship your body, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge. “Should I cum in this pussy?” Suguru says, staring down at you through hooded eyes.

His words send a bolt of pleasure straight to your pussy, your walls contracting around him involuntarily. His grip on your hips tightens, his thrusts becoming rougher as he groans, "Fuck yes, I'm going to cum inside you, this pussy will be dripping, ‘m gonna give you so much." His eyes bore into yours, filled with a possessive hunger that makes you squirm. Satoru groans at the sight, his cock pulsing against your tongue.

Satoru pulls out of your mouth momentarily to trail wet kisses down your neck, leaving your mouth open for you to sputter out a string of curses and moans. He circles your nipple with his tongue, making you arch into him as Suguru continues to fuck you mercilessly. “Fuck, she's so responsive.” His own climax building at the sight of your impending orgasm.

Suguru grunts in approval at your response, his hips driving harder into yours, his cock stretching you deliciously. You can hear the offensive wet sounds of their movements filling the room, making your core clench even more around Suguru's length. "you're so goddamn tight,"

Suguru curses, his control slipping. Satoru's lips leave your nipple to trail kisses along your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. "You're going to cum for us, aren't you, sweetheart?" He asks huskily, his hand wandering down to grip your thigh, holding it aside so he could see better.

"Mhmph," you moan, nodding vigorously, your body trembling under the dual assault. Suguru grunts, his pace relentless as he feels your pussy begin to spasm around him. "That's it, take it all, you're doing so well," Satoru praises, his voice rough, strained with arousal. Suguru's movements become erratic as he chases his own climax, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper, more primal.

"Fuckfuck–yes, cum on this dick,” He curses as his orgasm hits, his cock pulsing inside you as he releases hot streams of cum. Your walls tighten around him, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave, making you buck wildly against him.

Suguru growls as he feels you clamp around him, cursing as he sinks his fingers into you tighter. Satoru watches intently, his hand gripping the base of his cock tightly to prevent himself from cumming too soon. Suguru's movements slow, but he doesn’t pull out, letting his cum fill you as he catches his breath. "Holy shit. You were holdin' out on us."

Suguru presses soft kisses against your neck while he waits for you to come down from your high. Suguru withdraws from you slowly, his cum trickling down onto the king bed below you. Before you can catch your breath, Satoru takes his place, his cock pressing against your sensitive entrance. "My turn now," and before you can protest, he thrusts in deep as Suguru leans in to capture your pathetic whimpers with a filthy kiss.

Satoru's fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper into you–the stretch so familiar but so different, his movements calculated to drive you wild. "So wet,so sososo so good," he groans, his pace increasing steadily. He loves the feeling of you around him, the way your walls clench with each stroke, recovering from your orgasm-pulsating just right-so hotsohotsohot, Suguru’s cum working as a lube for your poor abused hole–no doubt overstimulated. Suguru watches from the side, stroking himself lazily as he watches Satoru claim you, his own lust rekindled. They both lose themselves in the moment, completely consumed by their desire for you.

"You're going to take every drop," Satoru grunts, his own orgasm building. Your eyes roll back as you feel your climax approaching at a scary speed, your body begging for release as he hits all the right spots.

When you finally cum, your pussy milks him greedily, pulling out every last drop of cum. They both groan in pleasure, the sight of you too good to pass up, as Satoru pulls out, he chuckles at your spent form, the sight of his cum dripping from you making him hard again already. Collapsing on the bed next to you, spent and satisfied.

He reaches out to trace patterns over your sensitive folds, playing with the mess they've made together, slick pooling at his fingertips. "Look at what a good little slut you are, stuffed by two men's seeds," he teases, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your thigh before looking over at Suguru with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You think she can handle us both filling her up?"

Suguru looks over at you with a hungry gaze, he runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes trailing down to where their cum pools between your legs. "We'll have to see," he says, a wicked smile playing on his lips. He moves closer, positioning himself beside Satoru so that they're both looming over you, staring down at your spent form. "But first, Be a good boy, Satoru, and clean her up."

His hand on the back of his head, but you don't think he needed much convincing. Satoru leans forward without hesitation, his tongue licking up the mixture of their cum from your inner thighs- drawing patterns, his movements slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of both of their essences mixed with your sweetness. You whimper at the sensation, your body still sensitive and now overstimulated.

Suguru watches, his hand gripping Satoru's hair tightly, his own cock stirring again at the sight of Satoru’s tongue dipping into your pussy, tonguing the white mixture, with a nasty blissed out expression.

"Spread wider for him, doll," he instructs, his voice husky with desire. You obey automatically despite you craving the need to shut them tightly, your legs trembling as Satoru's tongue delves deeper, arms pinning your bucking hips down to the bed.

You moan out loudly, your body writhing beneath him, as Satoru licks and sucks at your swollen clit, relishing in your responsiveness, swallowing down every drop that your pussy gave him.

Suguru reaches over him to fondle your breasts, pinching your nipples gently as he watches Satoru work his magic on your sensitive nerves. "Such a good girl," he praises, his free hand stroking his hardening cock again. "So responsive, so eager for more. You really ready for round two?"

Satoru smirks up at Suguru, licking cum from his lips before leaning up to meet his lips in a filthy kiss. You watch in a haze of pleasure as they share your taste, their tongues tangling together hungrily. When they finally pull apart, Suguru's eyes are dark with desire as he looks down at you.

"I think she's ready for whatever we want to give her,"

did you want to read it again?

come home, this one has a second home

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boysr4breaking · 7 months ago

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my type of carrying on

#babygirl 2024 #secretary 2002 #one’s a lil more messed up than the other but my point still stands #girlblog #cinnamon girl #female manipulator #female hysteria #manic pixie dream girl #alana champion #this is what makes us girls #dom/kitten #dom/sub #daddy’s babygirl #d/s dynamic #d/s relationship

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superpersonablaze · 6 months ago

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#chasisty #chastikey #chasti #chastized #chasity #chastisement #male sub #findom humiliation #female manipulator #female led relationship #findom paypig #male/su #male/sub #pay piggy #sub/#sub/brat #sub/dom #sub/slave #faggot humiliation

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narcissistichedonist · 8 days ago

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shhh. no crying. you wanted this, remember?

you said you needed me. needed to feel something. needed to be ruined. and i’m giving you exactly that

so don’t act surprised now that it hurts

you’re already trembling, already soaked, already coming undone for the third time and i haven’t even gotten mean yet. not really. i’m still using my fingers like i care, still kissing your neck between each orgasm, still whispering all the sweet little lies you love to hear

you’re perfect

you’re mine

my touch doesn’t stop, even as you beg. even as your voice breaks and your legs shake and your mind starts slipping into that soft, empty place you always fall into when you’ve had too much. you’re so easy to keep there. you don’t fight it. you don’t fight me

because somewhere deep down, you really believe you’re lucky

lucky i touch you

lucky i break you

lucky i abuse you

i see it in your eyes every time i edge you. every time i give you just enough to feel alive and never enough to feel safe. i could stop. i could hold you. but why would i ?

you don't need comfort

you need me

and i’ll keep proving it

over and over and over

until you forget what it felt like to breathe without asking permission

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charleemoon · 2 months ago

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huge ginormous fucking pet peeve of mine in hannigram fics is hannibal not liking will's dogs. FUCK OFF. i dare you to say to my face that hannibal could not bring himself to love anything and everything that will feels love or fondness for. anything that is touched by him or breathed by his voice. will is an extension of him and they are one in the same. his whole control obsession and ritualistic behaviors would not apply to will because his love for him both stems from and is exacerbated by his inability to control himself around him. he cannot keep up his routines and patterns with will, because his desire to be seen and understood overpowers his reason. he wouldn't care about being covered in dog hair or caked in mud or bleeding out if it was in will's namesake. will is his own personal god. he loves those fucking dogs so much, not because it comes natural to him, but because they are part of will, and therefore loved inherently

#i think he obviously has his own preferences #and i do think he would be a little... nitpicky and moody about things #in his own personal time #and mostly playfully #he'd get a little irked at something #and will would be like hey if you dont want to do this its okay btw. you dont have to #and he would stare at him and just . no will i do not mind anything so long as it is in your company #and will is flattered because holy shit hes not a burden for once #IDK WHATEVER FUCK YOU GUYS #he would never feel real contempt for anything will loves ever. EVER #and i really genuinely dont think he'd take pleasure in controlling will or his desires in any way #thats like. the whole point #loving will means giving up control #letting someone else in and letting them see him with no restraint #he takes IMMENSE pleasure in seeing will take his desires into his own hands #to act on his wants and be honest with himself #because he loves will. and because the closer will is to his real self the closer he is to hannibal's #im losing the plot #i hate fandom control freak dom manipulative hannibal #is he like that. most of the time #YES #BUT NOT WITH WILL THATS THE WHOLE POINT FALLS TO MY KNESS #IF HE WERE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH HIM FINALLY HE WOULD NOT DO THAT. BECXAUSE THE WHOLE REASON HE WAS WAS TO GET MEANS TO AN END #TO COERCE WILL INTO BEING HIS TRUE SELF AND ACCEPTING HIS OWN DARKNESS AND WITHIN THAT HANNIBALS #CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #charlieog

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urfavpyschovictoria · 1 month ago

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Do you ever get so horny you shove your hips against anything any for friction?

Because I do… I am.

#fem domme #female manipulator #subby boys #fem/dom #femdxm #subby men #i love subby men #submisive men #subboy #male sub #hornyposting #chronic masturbator

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hoosurdaddy · 3 months ago

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Nest. (Part 2)

Joe Goldberg x Love Quinn x Reader

Summary: You thought you understood the rules. You let yourself fall into the warmth of their arms, the thrill of being wanted by two people so completely. But now, you’re starting to wonder if you’re still in control—or if you ever were.

Trigger warning: Graphic smut, dominance/submission, obsession, possessiveness, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral, fingering, restrained intensity), praise/degradation mix, voyeurism, power imbalance, emotional manipulation, unhealthy dynamics.

You have been warned: it’s your fault if you continue and get upset.

Not taking requests.

Part 1.

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You don’t remember when it stopped being a game.

Maybe it was when Love started locking the bedroom door after you fell asleep. Or when Joe stopped letting you walk anywhere alone—no more quick trips to the store, no more time without one of them by your side. Maybe it was when they both stopped pretending you had a choice.

But you stayed.

Because their touch made you melt. Because their attention made you feel like the only person on Earth. Because when you’re with them, nothing else exists. And maybe, just maybe, that’s what scares you the most.

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They don’t ask anymore. They take.

Love is the first to move—she always is. Her hand glides across your thigh as she leans in to kiss your jaw, lips warm and slow and knowing. You’re curled up on the couch between them, and the air is so thick with tension you could choke on it.

Joe doesn’t speak. He just watches you, eyes burning into your skin like he already knows you’ll give in. Like you always do.

“Do you want us to stop?” Love asks, but it’s a whisper against your throat. Not really a question. More like a dare.

You don’t answer. Not with words. Your hips shift, your breath catches, and that’s all the permission they need.

⸻

Joe is the one who undresses you—slowly, methodically, like it’s a ritual. Like unwrapping a gift he’s waited too long to touch.

“You don’t know what you do to us,” he mutters, sliding your shirt over your head. His knuckles brush the swell of your breasts, and he doesn’t hide the way he stares.

Love’s already stripping off her own clothes, her eyes locked on you like a predator sizing up prey. She crawls over you, pressing her bare chest to yours, kissing you so deeply it makes your toes curl.

Her thigh slips between yours, grinding slow and deliberate as she whispers, “You’re so wet for us already. You like being our little plaything, don’t you?”

You gasp when she tugs your bottom lip between her teeth, and her fingers slide between your thighs—slick, teasing, just enough to make you squirm.

Then Joe’s behind you, his lips at your ear. “Open wider. Let her see what’s hers. Let me see what’s mine.”

You obey before you even realize you’ve moved.

⸻

Love groans when she sees how soaked you are, her fingers dipping in slow and deep. “Fuck, look at you,” she breathes, voice ragged. “So desperate. So good for us.”

Joe watches over your shoulder, one hand wrapping gently around your throat—not tight, just there, just present, making you feel every inch of his control.

“She’ll come for you first,” Joe says, lips against your ear. “And then I’ll remind her who she belongs to.”

You’re barely coherent by the time Love’s tongue replaces her fingers. Her mouth works you over with expert precision—firm, unrelenting pressure that makes your legs shake. She moans into you like she’s the one unraveling, like tasting you is the closest thing to heaven she’s ever known.

And Joe?

He’s behind you, stroking himself slowly, watching your body come undone for his wife. His free hand roams over your chest, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples until you’re gasping.

“Come on her tongue,” he whispers. “Be good for us.”

You do.

Hard.

Shaking, sobbing, back arched as Love holds you in place and licks every last drop of your release like she needs it. Like she’s starving.

⸻

But they’re not done.

Joe pushes you back against the pillows, hands gripping your thighs apart again. His gaze is dark, possessive, dangerous.

“You thought that was enough?” he growls.

Love kisses your cheek sweetly as she whispers, “That was just foreplay, darling.”

And then they’re both on you.

Love kissing you hard, her fingers relentless. Joe trailing kisses down your throat, across your chest, down your stomach. His tongue follows where her fingers lead, and it’s too much—too hot, too sharp, too good.

Your body’s not your own anymore.

It belongs to them.

And they know it.

⸻

After, when your body is trembling and you’re gasping for air, they don’t let you go.

Love pulls you into her arms, her fingers running along your jaw. “You’re not allowed to leave,” she says, almost sweetly.

Joe lies behind you, one arm curled possessively around your waist. “We’ll take care of you,” he murmurs into your neck. “So you don’t have to think anymore.”

You realize then—you never really had a choice.

You don’t want one.

#love quinn #joe goldberg fanfiction #joe goldberg #Joe Goldberg x reader #Joe Goldberg smut #Joe Goldberg imagine #you netflix #you imagines #you x reader #Love Quinn x reader #Love Quinn smut #Love Quinn imagine #Joe Goldberg x reader x Love Quinn #tw dom/sub #tw power imbalance #tw manipulation

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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Tame Me With Your Touch

Synopsis: Dominant actions you take that make them weak.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Established Relationship, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Fluff, Romance, Domesticity, Suggestive Content, Manipulation (Psychological), Light Angst, Affectionate Dominance, Emotional Vulnerability, Gentle Domination.

Warnings: Mild Suggestive Themes, Emotional Manipulation, Power Imbalance (in some dynamics), Trauma-Informed Content, Mentions of Survivor's Guilt, Mature Themes, Mentions of Past Betrayals (for Aventurine).

When you take charge without a word, simply commanding attention with your gaze, it renders Aventurine speechless. His normally flawless verbal maneuvers crumble under the weight of your silent dominance, and it sends a thrill through him. That unspoken control makes him weak in the knees, craving to be led and yet always testing the limits.

Aventurine thrives on games, strategy, and calculated moves, but when you take the lead in a slow, methodical way that keeps him on edge, it pushes his boundaries. Whether in a playful debate or a more intimate moment, he’s left paralyzed by your unwavering patience, waiting for your next move with a mixture of eagerness and dread.

Aventurine, often consumed by his schemes and distractions, feels a rush of gratitude and admiration when you handle the mundane details of life—whether it’s cleaning up after him or arranging things just the way he likes it. It shows a level of care he rarely sees, and it makes him feel small in the best way, humbled by your attentiveness.

When you gently but firmly grab his wrist or guide him somewhere with a confident hand, it brings a shiver to his spine. The subtle dominance in your touch renders him helpless, causing his heart to race. It’s not just about physical control; it’s the way your touch signifies a deeper, invisible authority he can’t escape.

When you subtly tease him about his calculating nature, calling out his manipulations in a playful yet dominant tone, it makes him weak in the knees. His usual witty comebacks fall flat as he’s left grappling with the fact that you can read him so effortlessly. It makes him crave your attention even more, wondering how much you really know.

Aventurine is used to being the one pulling the strings, but when you give him a simple order, delivered with the right tone—cool, composed, and unwavering—it leaves him weak and longing for more. Your voice has the power to shift his focus from his complex plans to your singular will, making him surrender without even realizing it.

Sunday’s ethereal, kind demeanor shatters when you issue a quiet but firm command, making him aware of your authority in a way that he never expected. His usual calm and understanding face softens with submission, and his wings tremble slightly, betraying his need to yield to your control. It catches him off guard every time.

You often reassure him with small, gentle acts of affection, like cupping his face or pulling him into your embrace when he's weighed down by his ideals. These quiet displays of care make him feel safe, and the subtle dominance in your actions leaves him weak with longing for a more intimate, grounded connection with you.

When you take the lead in intimacy, gently guiding him and setting the pace, his usually introspective and hesitant nature crumbles. He finds himself lost in the feelings you evoke, utterly consumed by your certainty in contrast to his doubts. It’s the perfect balance of strength and tenderness, leaving him craving more.

Sometimes, it’s the moments when you don’t say anything at all but simply place your hand on his shoulder, guiding him without a word. It makes him feel both cherished and, at the same time, like he is under your complete control—weakening him with the undeniable security you provide.

Sunday enjoys intellectual pursuits, but when you challenge him subtly, pushing him to confront uncomfortable truths or rethink his ideals, it has a powerful effect on him. His usual detached demeanor cracks, and he becomes lost in your presence, feeling both intellectually stimulated and emotionally vulnerable.

Despite being the protector, there are moments when you take on the role of being his shield. Whether it’s through actions or words, you defend him fiercely, and it makes him feel both safe and tenderly cared for. The soft way you assert your dominance in these moments leaves him weak in the knees, torn between admiration and an overwhelming desire to reciprocate.

When you counter his intellectual arguments with sharp wit and an air of effortless confidence, Ratio finds himself momentarily disarmed. His usual arrogance and self-assurance falter, and he’s left reeling by your ability to keep up with him intellectually while subtly maintaining control. It makes him weak in the knees, yearning for your approval and validation.

Despite his brilliance, Ratio isn’t used to others seeing through his carefully constructed façade. When you observe his emotions and call him out with gentle, knowing words, it breaks him down. The vulnerability he tries to hide leaves him weak and introspective, especially when your dominant understanding of his inner world makes him feel seen in ways he rarely allows.

When you take charge in the bedroom, guiding him with gentle yet firm motions, Ratio is overwhelmed by your dominance. His usually calculated demeanor slips away under your confident direction, making him crave more of your control in every aspect of your relationship.

When you lock your eyes onto him, speaking in a calm, commanding voice, he can’t help but focus entirely on you. His brilliant mind can’t escape the weight of your attention, and he is helpless in the face of your unwavering presence. It weakens him in the best possible way, leaving him feeling like a student once more.

Ratio’s confidence is rattled when you assert your dominance in a protective manner, whether it’s defending him in a conversation or physically positioning yourself between him and danger. He’s used to being the intellectual powerhouse, but your assertive protection makes him feel both cherished and vulnerable.

When you lead without saying much—simply guiding the conversation or situation with subtle gestures and a calm voice—Ratio is drawn to your silent strength. Your ability to control a room with nothing more than your presence has him weak in the knees, leaving him in awe of your quiet, unshakable authority.

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47lake · 6 months ago

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need me

synopsis: you’re on a road trip when you run into eva at a gas station, it’s getting late and she invites you to her place. things quickly grow hot and heavy as the magnetic stranger lures you in further.

‼️: dom!eva, sub!reader, manipulation, coaxing, smut, cursing, oral, fingering, controlling, praise, idk they’re fucking w/c: 2.4k

you scanned the gas station shelves, carefully eyeing over the small selection of snacks. you were stuck between some m&ms and some takis, a pros and cons list forming in your mind of each option. the question of ‘which would be easier to eat for another 63 miles?’ danced through your head.

you were deep in thought as the smell of warm vanilla ran through your nose. you turned around, scanning the store for the culprit.

that’s when you spotted her, her gaze already even with your own, like she had carefully handpicked you out of everyone in the small, crowded room.

her eyes held yours just above the shelves, her bright blue stare and blonde locks the only thing visible overtop the bright bottles.

you felt your feet leading you across the aisles, it was like she was luring you in.

once you got to her chosen aisle you stoped, now face to face with the captivating girl.

“hi.”

she turned away from the array of drinks in front of her.

“hey, what’s your name?”

her voice oozed with invitation, it was like she was pulling your darkest secrets out of your throat without the need to even ask. everything about her seemed so sweet, so warm.

your name left your lips before you could realize you had opened your mouth, your hand flew to cover it, like you could put it back somehow.

“what a beautiful name, you can call me eva.”

you smiled, scanning her over in an attempt to figure out why you felt so drawn to her.

she turned her back to you and made her way to the register, to no surprise you followed right on her heels.

“so, what brings you into town? i can see you aren’t from here.”

your eyes danced around the store as you took in her newly formed perception, looking for an answer that would pique her interest while also making yourself appear relaxed.

“just passing through, i’m on a road trip of sorts.”

she nodded along as she stepped up to the register, motioning for you to put your m&ms down next to her items.

“oh, you don’t have to..”

your sentence trailed off as she pulled them gently from your hand.

“i insist.”

her hand lingered on yours as you listened to the barcode scan.

“that’ll be 11.78”

her touch left just as quickly as it appeared, somehow you already missed her warm and soft skin.

you looked around the register, eyeing the extensive collection of magnets that came from all over, several countries and states with beautiful designs. each magnet unique in its own way.

“well, are you coming?”

you snapped away from the suddenly unimportant magnets and saw her waiting in the doorway, the bell over the door ringing out as it swayed back and forth. you told the cashier thank you and hurried out behind her.

“it’s getting a little late and there’s not any hotels near by, you should come stay at my place.”

you stopped in your tracks and met her gaze again, thinking it over, or you were trying to. it was hard to focus with her gaze seeping into your skin.

“that’d be great! ..unless you’re like gonna kill me or something..?”

she smiled and laughed as she fished your m&ms out of the plastic bag in her hand.

“i promise i won’t ‘like kill you or something’.”

she pointed down a winding road with dark trees lining each side, a street light flickered in the distance, she turned to be sure you saw her.

“i’m right down this road, just follow me.”

she walked over to her car as you got back into your own, gripping the steering wheel as you started it up.

were you really about to go spend the night with a stranger?

well, at least she’s a pretty stranger.

you watched across the small parking lot as she began to drive off, you followed closely behind her, per usual.

after a short drive you arrived a rather large house, far too big for just one person. you shrugged it off and parked, turning the car off and hopping out.

“this is all for you?”

she smiled and admired the grand structure.

“oh, no. i live with a few friends but they’re all away on a retreat right now, they won’t be home for a few more days.”

you nodded and gathered your belongings out of your trunk, locking your car as eva led you inside.

as your foot passed the threshold of the doorway you were greeted by a smell you couldn’t quite place, something sweet and nostalgic yet earthy almost.

you took in the spacious interior as your eyes danced around the open floor plan.

“follow me.”

two simple words, somehow silky smooth yet firm, in a way that you obliged without a second thought.

at this point she could practically put you on a leash the way you followed her around like a moth to a flame.

she gave you a simple tour of the place, the bathroom, the room where you’d stay, the kitchen, the whole nine yards.

you ended the tour at the end of a lined hallway, a dark oak door pulled shut, warm light peering just under the edge.

“this is my room, just in case you need something in the night.”

she pushes the door open and you slowly step inside, taking in the warm ambient lighting coating the off-white walls, the space somehow simple yet intricate. wood accents flowed throughout, perfectly contrasting the pale paint. greenery bloomed in corners, housed in beautiful pots and vases.

various art pieces were scattered around, each piece unique yet somehow on the same plane as the others. one wall covered completely by a dark bookshelf, housing dozens of novels and stories as well as vinyl for miles. an antique record player sat in the corner, it was something you could tell was personal to her.

“like what you see?”

you smile and turn to her, not realizing how enamored you had become with the space.

“sorry, i just love what you’ve done in here.”

she nodded and ran her hand over your shoulders, goosebumps now adorning your skin.

“i appreciate that, look as long as you like.”

her hand drops and your heart rate follows close behind, returning to a normal and steady pace.

you walk over to the grand bookshelf, eyes dancing around the colorful spines as you look over her vast collection.

“you can borrow one if you like.”

you shake your head, yet smiling at her offer.

“thank you, but i’m not a big reader, i envy people like you that are.”

that’s when you make your way over to her vinyl, this array somehow seemed larger than the previous one.

you could tell she took good care of her music, artists ranging from the beetles to tyler, the creator.

“this must’ve taken years to collect.”

your fingers run along the shelves as you take guesses as to just how many albums there were in front of you.

“oh yes, i’ve been collecting since i was a young teen.”

you nod along and start to head towards the door.

“i’m sorry for encroaching on your space, i-“

she places a soft hand on yours, cutting off your sentence, her other hand grasping your now rosy cheek.

“don’t apologize, you’re welcome any time, love.”

your eyes meet for a second, she only pulls her focus away to study your features, like she was putting a puzzle together in her mind.

“so gorgeous..”

the words as quiet as a whisper, just under her breath but loud enough for you to hear. her thumb gliding gently over the soft skin of your cheek. your face went hot as you fully understood what she had said.

“oh, shit. sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”

her hand dared to pull away from your face at her realization, you brought your hand up quickly and placed it over hers, ensuring it stay in place.

“no, it’s okay.”

your eyes locked again, those blue eyes washing over you like warm waves in the evening sun. her light freckles painted her nose and her ever so slightly pink cheeks in perfect constellations.

that’s when your lips met, you hadn’t even realized you were leaning in until you felt her plump lips on your own. it felt as though you were unwrapping a present on christmas eve, timid at first, careful and cautious. quickly it became all you could focus on, filling your senses entirely. you wanted to peel back the layers and find out what hid inside.

your arms wrapped around her neck as hers found home on your hips, she quickly took control of the the kiss, you happily let her, of course.

the feeling of her touch, the way she smelled, the desperation between the two of you, it was consuming you entirely. you were drowning in her and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

her grasp on your hips became firm as she walked you backwards towards the bed, your knees quickly hit the edge and you fell back against it. your lips disconnected as you hit the comforter, she was now standing over you, a sly, proud smile painted all over her face.

“i’ve been wanting to do this since i first saw you.”

her lips melded to the sensitive parts of your neck, you tucked your lip between your teeth to keep your composure.

“you just seemed so sweet, so easy, like a lost fawn.”

her stamps of adoration traveled to your collarbone as she spoke, low and gravelly.

“i know you want this, that sweet face tells on you.”

your hands ran through her hair as she teased you. grasping for handfuls when she hit a sensitive spot.

her lips left your poor skin with a pop, she was now inches away from your face, eyeing you over like prey.

“tell me how badly you want me.”

her hand ran gently between your legs, eliciting a small gasp from your lips as she applied pressure.

“so bad, i want you so bad.”

she pulled your loose hoodie up over your head, revealing your bare chest. her foxy grin returning as she runs her fingertips gently across the exposed skin.

“so pretty like this, all for me, isn’t that right?”

you nod and squeeze the fabric beneath you as she rolls your nipples between her index and thumbs. shocks course through your veins like electricity, she was making you feel good and she knew it.

“poor thing, you would’ve been so lost without me, so lucky that i found you.”

wet kisses cascade across your chest, close enough to make you gasp yet far enough to make you whine.

you can feel her smiling into your skin, pleased with the mess she was making of you. slowly but surely she makes her way down, running her tongue just above the waistline of your sweats.

you push your hips up, eager for the relief only she could bring.

“patience sweetheart, you can take it.”

her warm fingers creep under the elastic and she pulls them down torturously slow, kissing your hips tenderly all the while.

once they were fully off a teasing, cocky smirk tugged at her lips. your impatience clearly collecting in your navy underwear.

“you’re doing so well, i know how badly you need me.”

her thumb pressed firmly against the puddle and into your core, your back arches off the bed at the contact, already aching for more. her fingers work slow circles against your sensitive bud through the fabric.

a loud gasp erupts from your throat at the sensation, the fabric giving you much needed friction. your hips rolling against her touch already, she can’t tear her eyes away from the sight.

she meets your gaze finally as she lowers her head down, biting the edge of the fabric and pulling it off with her teeth, her eyes never leaving yours.

“prettier than i could’ve ever imagined.”

she ran her tongue through the coating of need, pulling it away quickly, she was such a tease. she hummed in approval.

“so sweet, perfect for such a sweet girl.”

you huffed and angled your hips closer to her face, desperate for more. you whined and whimpered as she watched, her hands remained firm around your thighs, squeezing them tightly.

her tongue slowly broke you open, sinking deeper inside of you as you moaned out. her eyes remained locked on you as you squirmed beneath her, relishing in the pleasure she was giving you.

she pulled you closer as her tongue darted in and out, eager to see you unravel further. her nose hitting your clit with each stroke never failing to make you gasp.

she traveled up to your clit, running circles around it and taking it between her lips, basking in the loud moans as she coaxed them out of you.

she slipped one finger in, your slick desire letting her in with ease. you tightened around her as she moaned against you, slipping another finger in simultaneously.

“tell me how good i make you feel, i want to hear you say it.”

her fingers sped up as she waited for a reply, making sure your words would come out in between choked moans.

“feels, good.. you feel.. so good..”

you could hardy speak with the way she was pulling loud moans from you like it was nothing. you couldn’t think with how focused you were on the satisfaction she was so generously giving you.

“no one makes you feel this good, isn’t that right?”

her lips returned to your clit as she moaned against you, urging a response from you.

a long string of rushed ‘mhm’s came as you bit your lip, trying to keep your ever approaching release at bay. she pulled away again and instead brought her other hand to your clit, tracing quick circles against you as she applied pressure.

“very good.”

her pace suddenly became inhumane, the room became hazy and the world grew quiet as she fucked into you. she knew you were getting close and you could hardly hold back anymore.

“ev- i’m!-“

you heard her cocky laugh and then she spoke.

“i know, so precious, let it all out for me. you can do that can’t you?”

you let go and your orgasm rolled over you like a tidal wave, engulfing you entirely. you shook in her grasp as you slowly came down from your high. falling against the bed as you heaved, catching your breath.

“so .. good..”

she smiled as she laid next to you, pleased with your relaxed state.

“yeah? what do you think you should say then?”

“thank you, eva.”

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