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[tmt-sketch-a-day]

Sketch a Day 2782- Owl Boy-9/20/23

Fun putting Stolas in some casual wear

[sleepsucks]

[harveyphotography]

Un giorno ti guarderai allo specchio, e forse un po' timorosa, vedrai i tuoi capelli assomigliare al colore del cielo grigio. Un giorno la tua schiena non ce la farà più a sostenere il peso, il peso dei dolori, il peso dei ricordi, il peso degli anni, e allora vedrai che, piano piano, si calerà verso terra, e di certo vorrà farti crollare insieme a lei. Così tu cercherai di restare ancora in piedi, rincorrendo qualcosa, qualcuno, che ti tenga ancora in piedi. Un giorno avrai paura di scordare il gas acceso, avrai paura di scottarti ai fornelli, di far freddare il pranzo, ma più di tutto, avrai paura di scordare il nome dei tuoi nipotini. Perché, non è vero che la paura prima o poi passa. La paura è un continuo crescendo. La paura, col suo bell'abito nero, ti accompagnerà fino all'altare della morte. Però, un giorno, i tuoi mostri interiori cresceranno con te, e moriranno prima di te. Quel giorno sarà il giorno in cui ti sentirai svuotata di tutto il male che avrà attanagliato la tua esistenza, e sarà una sensazione così bella, ma così bella, che probabilmente ci scriverai una pagina di diario. Un giorno avrai più tempo per scrivere quello che non hai mai avuto il coraggio di raccontare. Un giorno la carta starà lì, per te, ad ascoltarti più di quanto faranno le persone. Poi ricorderai di quando, da ragazza, le persone erano esattamente così, e tu eri costretta a massacrare i fogli d'inchiostro e rabbia. Un giorno ripenserai agli amori-confetto, quelli perfetti fuori e marci dentro, proprio come i confetti andati a male. Poi volgerai lo sguardo alla tua destra, e li, seduto a tavola, ci troverai un vecchietto col giornale e due enormi occhiali da vista appesi alle orecchie, che gli ricadranno sul suo decennale maglione blu. Quell'uomo, lo saprai bene, sarà lo stesso che dicendo: "vieni a vivere con me?" ti aveva proposto anche: "aspetti di morire insieme a me?".

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I would never stoop to vandalism, but I'm not above discreetly deleting the occasional 'this article contains excessive amounts of detail' tag.

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[dogstomp]

Dogstomp #2782 - August 18th

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[kiramoore626]

Tennessee Senate Passes Bill Making "Recruiting" For Trans Youth Care A Felony

Tennessee Senate Passes Bill Making “Recruiting” For Trans Youth Care A Felony The bill could have far ranging impacts in Tennessee and outside of the state, and could be broadly used to target health care professionals across state lines.

[twilightarcade]

we should turn this into a game

[pesterloglog]

Dave Strider, Terezi Pyrope

Act 5, page 2779-2783

TG: ok so whats the plan

GC: 1 THOUGHT YOU WOULD N3V3R 4SK

GC: TH3R3 4R3 SO M4NY PL4NS

GC: W3 4R3 GO1NG TO B3 SO BUSY D4V3, YOU H4V3 NO 1D34

TG: thats cool

TG: but whats the answer that doesnt have anything to do with meaningless bullshit

GC: 1SNT 1T OBV1OUS?

GC: NOW TH4T W3 4R3 4 T34M D4V3

GC: YOU 4ND M3

GC: 1T 1S T1M3

TG: time

TG: for

GC: T1M3

TG: for

TG: come on

GC: FOR............

TG: ......

TG: ...........

GC: .............................

GC: FOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..............

TG: god dammit

GC: 4 MOTH3R FUCK1NG D4NC3 P4RTY!!!!!!! >:O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GC: http://tinyurl.com/OMGD4NC3P4RTY

TG: whoa

TG: its like

TG: watching a miracle made of nothing but twitching schroder legs

GC: YOU S33 D4V3

GC: 1 TOLD YOU, YOU W1LL NOT R3GR3T H1TCH1NG YOUR SH1TTY JP3GGY FOUR WH33L D3V1C3 TO MY CONST3LL4T1ON

GC: TH1S 1S WH3R3 TH3 P4RTYS 4T

TG: look at us go

TG: i cant stop watching

TG: damn

TG: those moves

GC: TRUST M3

GC: TH3S3 MOV3S DONT STOP K33P T4K1NG PL4C3

GC: NOT 4T TH1S P4RTY

TG: i can see im going to have to drop everything

TG: drop it like its simultaneously hot and i just tripped over the rug

TG: dedicate my undivided attention to this shit

GC: D4V3, WHY TR1P OV3R TH4T RUG...

GC: WH3N YOU C4N CUT 1T????? >:]

GC: T4PP4 T4P T4P 4 P4P!

GC: SHOOSH SHOOSH!

TG: damn youre right

TG: truth be told everyone will be tripping when im done

TG: once i upset this biznasty with my swift cuts

TG: dudes will phalanx themselves agape like theyre offerin to store my shit in their mouths for the night

TG: rows of glasseyed human fly catchers beholding categorical fucking domination of the dance floor

TG: but they wont catch none cause the flys all mine

GC: YOU H4V3 4LL TH3 D3L1C1OUS FL13S

TG: theres not any i dont have

TG: im crafting a new dance move

TG: to shock the shit out of asses in pants

TG: fred astaires ghost will weep in the arms of his own nimble rotting corpse

GC: WH4T 1S YOUR N3W MOV3 D4V3 >:?

TG: its called

TG: the smug cracker parlor wiggle

GC: >:O

GC: 1 1M4G1N3 TH3S3 GYR4T1ONS W1LL SM3LL QU1T3 FR3SH

GC: L1K3 R3C3NTLY L34V3N3D GRUBLO4F

TG: of course

TG: and just when the scene thought it was startin to recover from its ridiculous erection over that

TG: thats when i bust out another fierce move

TG: i call it rageclock me in the douche smirk plz

TG: cut out to the rude jam "askin 4 it!"

GC: HOW RUD3 WOULD YOU S4Y TH1S J4M 1S D4V3

TG: id say if i had to take an educated guess it was outright goddamn unmannerly

TG: needs to get worked over by some stuffy prude at finishing school

GC: W1LL YOU T34CH M3 TH3S3 MOV3S

TG: i dont know about that

GC: PL34S3 D4V3

GC: YOU ST4ND TH3R3 4ND DO TH3 UNM4NN3RLY MOV3S, 4ND 1 W1LL OBS3RV3 STUD1OUSLY

TG: i dont know if you can keep up with me kid

TG: no offense

TG: theres just magic in these shoes and the coy gnome i ransacked wants them goddamn back

GC: COM3 ON

GC: YOU T4K3 TH3 L34D

GC: 4ND 1 W1LL FOLLOW

GC: L1K3 TH1S

GC: http://tinyurl.com/T34CHM3YOURMOV3SD4V3

TG: ahahahahahaha

TG: i feel like i should be offering some visual rebuttal here

TG: you arent giving me any time though dammit

GC: TH4T 1S B3C4US3 1 H4V3 YOU 4T TH3 T3MPOR4L D1S4DV4NT4G3

GC: 1 C4N P4US3 4ND DO WH4T3V3R 1 L1K3 4ND TH3N CONT1NU3 OUR CONV3RS4T1ON W1THOUT M1SS1NG 4 ST3P!

GC: BUT DO NOT WORRY D4V3

GC: 1T WOULD B3 4 SH4M3 TO H4V3 TO WH1FF YOUR FR4GR4NT T34RS 4G41N

GC: 3V3NTU4LLY TH3 T4BL3S W1LL TURN 4ND TH3 4DV4NT4G3 W1LL B3 YOURS

GC: YOU W1LL H4V3 4LL TH3 T1M3 1N TH3 PR3N4T4L UN1V3RS3 4T YOUR D1SPOS4L

GC: B31NG TH3 KN1GHT OF T1M3 4ND 4LL

TG: oh yeah

TG: i keep forgetting i can time travel

TG: thats fine i guess

GC: 4ND ONC3 YOU H4V3 TH3 UPP3R H4ND

GC: 4ND TH3R3 4R3 MOR3 D4V3S SCR4MBL1NG 4ROUND TH4N YOU C4N SH4K3 4 BROK3N SWORD 4T

GC: TH3N YOU W1LL G3T YOUR CH4NC3 TO 1MPR3SS M3 >;]

GC: L1K3 SO

GC: http://tinyurl.com/TH3FLO4R-1SONF1R3

TG: see

TG: i cant compete with this

GC: H3H3H3H3H3

TG: but seriously what is the real plan here

TG: that has to do with not fucking around

GC: TH3R3 1S NO PL4N TH4T DO3S NOT 1NVOLV3 FUCK1NG 4ROUND

GC: BUT W3 W1LL M4K3 SUR3 4LL OF OUR FUCK1NG W1LL B3 4PPL13D 1N 4 CONSTRUCT1V3 D1R3CT1ON

TG: ok could you try to be somehow even less subtle when you hit on me thanks

GC: WH4T

GC: WH4T D1D 1 S4Y?

TG: man

TG: nevermind

GC: YOU W1LL H4V3 TO FORG1V3 M3 D4V3, 1 TH1NK SOM3T1M3S TH3 M34N1NG OF WORDS 1S LOST THROUGH OUR CULTUR4L D1FF3R3NC3S

TG: no shit

TG: im going to infer that your species reproduces by having sex with a grub in a bucket or something

TG: am i close

GC: D4V3

GC: TH4T 1S 4BSOLUT3LY TH3 F1LTH13ST TH1NG 1 H4V3 3V3R H34RD 4NYON3 S4Y >:\

TG: ok sorry

TG: back on point

TG: what are we doing

GC: W3LL, W3 N33D TO ST4RT M4K1NG YOU SOM3 MON3Y

GC: LOTS 4ND LOTS 4ND LOTS OF 1T!

TG: ok

GC: WH3N YOU H4V3 S4V3D UP 3NOUGH

GC: W3 W1LL BUY YOU YOUR F1RST FR4YMOT1F

GC: TH3N YOU C4N ST4RT CUTT1NG OUT TRULY TH3 FLY3ST OF MOV3S

GC: 4ND TH4T 1S WH3N W3 W1LL B3G1N TH3 MOST POORLY B3H4V3D D4NC3 P4RTY OF 4LL >:D

TG: sounds cool

GC: D3MONS 4ND D3N1Z3NS 4L1K3 W1LL TR3MBL3 B3FOR3 YOUR F1DG3TY GYR4T1ONS

GC: 4ND MOST 1MPORT4NTLY, YOU W1LL PROV3 YOURS3LF TO B3 TH3 B3ST HUM4N BOY OF 4LL

GC: W4Y B3TT3R TH4N TH4T DORKY 3GB3RT 4ND WHO3V3R M1GHT B3 M3DDL1NG W1TH H1M 4T 4NY G1V3N MOM3NT

TG: huh what an odd thing to say

TG: it demands no explanation whatsoever

GC: NO OF COURS3 NOT

TG: so how do i start making all this money

GC: P4T13NC3!

GC: R3M3MB3R HOW 1 S41D YOU H4V3 PL3NTY OF T1M3

TG: tell me anyway

GC: OK W3LL T4K3 WH4T YOU H4V3 S4V3D UP FROM CL1MB1NG YOUR 3CH3L4DD3R TO ST4RT W1TH

GC: HOW MUCH DO YOU H4V3?

TG: dont know

TG: i never even looked at it

GC: D3RRRRP, N1C3 JOB 4C3 G4M3R

GC: M4YB3 YOU SHOULD H4V3 4 LOOK 4T 1T

TG: k

GC: 4ND TH3N 1 W1LL 4DV1S3 YOU L4T3R 4FT3R OBS3RV1NG TH3 GR4ND SCH3M3 OF 4LL TH1NGS 4ND 4LL D4V3S

GC: 1 W1LL L34V3 YOU 4LON3 FOR 4 L1TTL3 WH1L3 TO W4ND3R 4ND 3XPLOR3

GC: BUT 1 W1LL B3 B4CK!

GC: 4ND 1 W1LL COM3 B4CK W1TH 4 DR4W1NG T4BL3T

GC: 4ND TH3N YOU W1LL S33 SOM3 TRU3 M4ST3RP13C3S

TG: ok after all this hype you better be prepared to fucking dazzle me

TG: are you gonna bring it?

GC: 4LLOW M3 TO PROV1D3 4N 4NSW3R THROUGH 1NT3RPR3T1V3 D4NC3

GC: http://tinyurl.com/H3LLFUCK1NGY3S

TG: awesome

TG: peace out t-z

GC: >:)

TG: oh shit

GC: >:?

GC: WH4T 1S 1T?????

TG: fuck

[cockelores]

the amount of ai generated destiel fanart on twitter is crazy

[wojciech-kac]

Final Fantasy XIV Online Complete Edition - GRA Ps4 - Opole 2782

[chiou30]

跑 8.36K 1:05:47 7’52” AHR115 #跑者日常 #筆架貓快樂水系 #快樂水櫻花限定版 #每日跑第2782日 #DailyRun #RSD2782 #2022June #taipei #taipeirun #taipeirunning #everydayrun #runeveryday（在 國立臺灣師範大學 National Taiwan Normal University） https://www.instagram.com/p/CfHFrsEBAsI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lapata-lupt]

oh I had so many plans to do shit during this time and look at me

[paeeje]

I know this is a long shot, but I’m trying to post wherever I can to help.

This is Koda, and he was rushed to the hospital this morning (6/7/23) after becoming noticeably lethargic.

I just received the call from the doctor that Koda is dehydrated, anemic, has a severe upper respiratory infection, and has fluid build up in his abdomen.

They are unsure at this time where the fluid is coming from, but worst case scenario is cancer. They have started him on fluids and antibiotics to stabilize him, but his prognosis was given as “guarded.”

I was given an estimate of $1000 to $2000 for his treatment and hospitalization. I’ve got $400 down at the moment with another $600 on the way when I get paid this Friday.

If anybody would be willing to donate to Koda’s care, it would be more appreciated than you could ever know.

My PayPal is paeeje@yahoo.com and my Venmo is @ paeeje.

Or if you would feel more comfortable donating directly to the hospital, he is currently hospitalized at Hillside Animal Hospital in Frostburg, Maryland. Their phone number is 301-689-2782 and his name is Koda Rank.

I have had Koda his entire 14 years and recently lost his biological sister, and he is so loved and cherished by so many people. Please share or donate to help me get Koda the best care he can receive.

Thank you so much in advance. I will update as soon as I know more.

[alonglistofbirds]

[2782/11080] Crested tit-warbler - Leptopoecile elegans

Order: Passeriformes Suborder: Passeri Superfamily: Sylvioidea Family: Aegithalidae (bushtits)

Photo credit: zhenning liu via Macaulay Library

[green-thots]

That Fucking Compression Shirt - Ran Takahashi x Reader

A/N - I’ll be honest this took absolutely forever but my absolute obsession with Ran Takahashi overpowered my writer’s block. Also I’m pissed that Tumblr gets rid of my indents every time I take a story from my docs and I’m too lazy to go back I and add it again.

Warnings - 18+ content, smut, reader is thirsty, lowkey choking, use of “good girl”, brat taming, & edging (if I missed any please tell me)

WC - 2782

I used to hate co-ed practice. The gym would always smell like ass and if it weren’t for the combination of my defense and our libero’s, we never would come close to winning a scrimmage.

But, dating a member of the opposite team makes practice just a bit more fun, especially when he decides to wear that oh-so-slutty compression shirt that he knows drives me crazy.

I’m convinced he only started wearing that to co-ed practice because on our first date, after a few too many drinks, I admitted that I would 100% jump on his dick if he ever wore his practice compression shirt around me ever again.

We’ve been practicing hitting lines for the past fifteen minutes and with the coaches on our ass after the last match, there’s no end in sight. My only saving grace is getting to watch sweaty Ran smack the ball about as hard as I’d like him to smack my ass, but he already knows that.

His shorts are shorter and tighter than usual, allowing me the wonderful view of his quads as he jumps into the air to reach the top of the net. But somehow, my view just gets better. His long sleeves make his biceps look large enough to choke me, which they are, and his abs tight enough to ride. I’ve seen his high school pictures, he definitely grew out of his twink look alike phase.

“I can smell the thirst from here,” Yuji mutters, snapping me out of my trance-like state. He’s standing with his hands on his hips with that self assured smirk on his face.

I turn to him with a glare, “I’m not thirsting over him, he just looks good.”

“Oh, you’re definitely thirsting over him. You’ve been eye-fucking him for practically the entire practice.” Yamauchi chimes in, popping into line behind Yuji and I.

“You two are absolutely insufferable,” I grumble, turning back around to the front of the line.

They both let out a laugh before Yuji spits out, “We’re just simply stating what’s true.” Earning an eye roll from me.

“Alright everybody, we’re switching to digs for a bit,” Coach yells, clapping her hands to get everyone’s attention, “y/n, you’re up first.”

Goddamnit, this woman is going to be the death of me. It’s almost like she knows my head is as far away from volleyball right now as physically possible.

I walk into the middle of the court as Ishikawa is getting ready to spike at me.

Ran just so happens to be directly left of me so I bend a little lower than I normally would for a dig just to give him a better view of the ass he’s left his mark on. I smirk at him and his brows furrow, a dangerous glint in his eyes. To an outsider, he looks pissed, but I know that he’s just worked up and I’m more than happy to let him take his anger out on me once we get home.

Ishikawa approaches, swings, and slams the ball down toward the ground. Ishikawa is good, but I’ve been perfecting my digs for years. Just in time, I get my arms under the ball, popping it up into the setters box. The impact stings like a bitch but you get used to it when you’ve been practicing with Olympic level players for almost two years.

I walk back over next to Ran, Yuji taking his place next for digs.

“Stop being a brat,” he mutters in my ear. He side eyes me with a smirk on his lips.

“But it’s just so much fun watching you get all worked up,” I reply, narrowing my eyes at him. He glares at me, adjusting his shorts. Yeah, I knew you couldn’t resist me.

“You won’t be having this much fun when we get home,” he bites out, careful to not let anyone else hear our conversation.

~

After a brutal practice, filled with many more lust filled glares from my lovely boyfriend, I’m shaking in anticipation as I take my gear off and get ready to go home.

Ran walks over to my place on the floor, duffle bag in hand, “Let’s get out of here.”

I nod my head, pulling on my crocs and using his outstretched hand to pull me up off the ground.

“We should all go out for sushi,” Ogawa exclaims, murmurs of agreement sounding off around the gym.

Ran begins to pull me toward the gym doors, “we can’t, we already have plans for the night.” Ogawa pouts in disappointment, he’s always been pretty close with Ran.

As Ran and I walk out the door, Yuji shouts loud enough for the entire gym to hear, “try not to leave any visible marks this time!” He really never has any shame, even at the expense of me, his self-titled ‘best friend.’

Ran muffles a snort with his other hand. I throw up a middle finger behind me as I walk out the door.

Yuji knows Ran heavily enjoys marking, since after our last team beach trip, I had forgotten about the copious amount of hickies on my thighs until Yuji started cackling hysterically.

“I’m gonna kill him for that,” I say as we step out of the elevator into the parking garage.

~

I barely even get a second to kick off my shoes and drop my bag before I’m being slammed up against the wall, Ran’s lips on mine. His kisses are hungry and devouring.

Pulling away from my lips just barely an inch, he mutters, “why do you always make me pop a boner whenever we’re around friends?”

Although it’s most likely a rhetorical question and he’s not really expecting an answer, I tease, “Because I know you’ll punish me as soon as we get home and we both know I enjoy your punishments much more than I hate them.”

He gives me a knowing look then presses his lips back on mine, biting slightly on my lower lip. “You’ve got such a dirty little mouth on you,” he says against my lips.

I smile, playing with the hem of his shirt, starting to ride it up over his stomach. I drag his shirt up slowly. Over the entirety of his abs, up to his chest, and over his shoulders, pulling it over his head and outstretched arms, throwing it somewhere across the room. Usually, he wouldn’t even let me get this far. He would pin my hands to the wall before I could even touch him and stop any seductive plan I had my mind set on.

He moves his hands to fondle my ass through my shorts, his lips traveling down onto the sweet spot where my jaw connects with my neck. I throw my head back and let out a whimper. It’s almost like he knows my body as well as he knows his own.

I run my hands through the roots of his thick waves, tugging slightly when I reach the crown of his head. He lets out a low growl, continuing his assault on my neck that is sure to leave marks but looking up at me in warning.

I know I’m beginning to tug at the ends of the already short leash he’s letting me have, but it’s just so much fun when he gets mad.

“Jump,” he growls, his face still buried in my neck. Not wanting to push my limits, I oblige. I jump and wrap my legs around his waist, his hands still planted firmly on my ass, holding me in place.

He quickly moves us out of the entryway, up the stairs, and into our bedroom without much hassle. He throws me down onto the bed and lurks over me. I think this might just be my favorite version of Ran. His hair fluffy and wild from my hands just moments ago. He’s breathing heavily and his abs are glistening with the still-lingering sweat from practice. And to put the cherry on top, there is a very obvious tent in his pants, as if the gray sweats didn’t already leave more than enough to the imagination. He’s a heavenly sight. I would even go as far to say he’s god-like in my eyes.

He leans down even closer to me and swipes off my shirt and sports bra in one smooth motion. My nipples harden at the sudden rush of cold air from the constant use of the air conditioner.

Softly but so demanding at the same time, Ran puts one large hand around my throat. He doesn’t apply much pressure, but he uses my neck to push me down flat onto the bed, chiming, “You’re so naughty, aren’t ya’ babe?”

I try to nod with what little motion of my head his hand allows. If I wasn’t dripping while staring at him during practice then I sure am now.

He glides the hand around my throat down to fondle my chest, using his other hand to prop himself up over me.

“I know how much you love it when I feel you up,” He purrs, his breath hot over my stomach, “but I don’t think you deserve that.”

“You’re just gonna keep torturing me all night?” I whine, threading my fingers through his hair once again.

“Maybe,” he says, pausing to leave a kiss right above the waistband of my spandex, “I guess that will depend on how good you are for the remainder of the night.”

With the hand he was using on my chest, he pushes my legs apart. He starts to rub my inner thigh, so close enough to where he knows I want him but so far it’s frustrating the hell out of me. I huff in annoyance and he lets out a short, raspy laugh.

“Well I’m very happy my pain brings you amusement,” I snark, pulling his hair enough to make him jolt a bit.

His eyes are glazed when he looks up at me from in between my legs, “Based on the way your pussy is soaking through your shorts, I know you’re enjoying this.”

Okay, maybe he does have a point.

He grasps the waistband of my shorts and panties, letting his fingers brush against my bikini line. I lift my hips up off the bed, giving Ran the chance to tug them off.

“Motherfucker,” he mutters, just barely loud enough for me to hear, “you must be really worked up.” He runs a finger through the slick that has already gathered at my entrance, a devilish smirk on his face. The sadistic side of him enjoys how much he affects me when in reality he is doing so little.

He leans closer and closer until his nose brushes my clit. He licks a painfully slow stripe up my cunt pulling a moan of both pleasure and annoyance from my lips. He hums in response to my noises, his voice vibrating my pussy in the best way. At an almost torturously slow pace, he circles my clit with his tongue.

“Please,” I beg, “just go faster.”

“Only good girls get to feel good,” Ran hums against me, his words barely even register in my head as he slides a long finger inside of me. He takes it slow but finds my g-spot with the tip of his finger almost immediately.

He thrusts his finger into me, slow enough to tease, but fast enough to keep me from complaining. He slips in a second finger and then a third, keeping pace by upping the speed of the circles around my clit.

I arch my hips closer to him, pressing his face harder into my pussy and trying to get his fingers to go as deep as they can.

With all the anticipation from the day and the yearning from not getting the chance to fuck in almost two weeks, I’m already on the edge.

“Oh my- Fuck,” I moan, squeezing my eyes shut, “I think I’m gonna cum.” Immediately, he stops everything. He stands up, pulling his fingers out of me. They’re slick and nearly dripping. He makes a show out of slowly licking them clean, his glazed over eyes staring so deeply that I’m sure at that moment he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Now why’d you have to go and stop? We were just getting to the fun part,” I pout, throwing my arms over my head. God, being a brat really is my favorite.

He’s stepping out of his sweats and boxers, “Didn’t I tell you that you weren’t going to cum unless you prove you can be good?” Ran shoots back with a hint of humor in his voice. His cock is rock hard, resting against his thigh and the tip is beginning to drip with precum. I just know he must be itching to fuck me into next week right here, right now but he’s holding back all for the sake of teaching me a lesson when we both know I’ll be right back to being a brat within a few days.

He strokes his cock slowly, letting the tip drag up and down my pussy. He uses his other hand to squeeze my thigh, surely leaving bruises that will be hard to cover up during tomorrow’s practice.

“I promise I’ll be good, babe, just please fuck me,” I give him my best puppy dog eyes as I beg. We both know I’m full of shit but Ran takes immense pleasure in watching me beg for just an ounce of pleasure from him.

He lets out a laugh that I truly believe rivals the epitome of happiness and finally slips the tip of his cock into my cunt, “Lucky for you I might cum in my pants if I don’t, but I haven’t decided if you deserve to cum yet.” He’s fucking cruel but I love it.

He slides all seven inches to the hilt, filling me up so good. Although we’ve been fucking like rabbits almost daily since we started dating nearly two years ago, I’ll never get tired of the way he makes me feel so whole. He starts thrusting slowly, his cock head nearly bruising my cervix with every thrust. His hands now rest on my hips, his fingertips digging into my skin, leaving red marks that are sure to turn black and blue eventually.

A mix of my own moans and Ran’s echo around the room as he picks up the speed of his thrusts. His head is thrown back and his eyes are pressed shut. In turn, I’m gazing at the beautiful sight of Ran in pure bliss before me, which enhances my own pleasure tenfold.

“Fuck, y/n,” he moans, his eyes now open and looking down at where our bodies are connected, “god you feel so good.” By now, he’s pounding me so hard I might just struggle to walk in the morning. He has the mix of fast and deep that we both enjoy perfected to the point where I’m at the edge again after only a few minutes.

“I’m gonna cum,” I stutter out, feeling so much pleasure that it takes too much brain power to form just one coherent sentence.

He’s gazing into my eyes now, “I’m nearly there, just wait for me.” If it was even possible to go faster, then he’s picking up his pace to that point, fucking me so fast that my body is vibrating at a frequency that I didn’t even know was possible until now.

“Ran, please, I’ve been so good” I beg, tears in my eyes from pleasure so intense it’s borderline painful. He grunts, his jaw clenched as he reaches to rub my clit with one hand.

“Come on now then, sweets,” he says. I can feel his cock pulsating inside of me telling me that he won’t last much longer either.

With one more thrust, the stimulation becomes too much, pushing me over the edge. I cum with a moan so loud the neighbors two floors down are sure to file a noise complaint again.

Within seconds, Ran is cumming, too, spilling so deeply inside me. He slows to a stop, his cock still buried inside my pussy. His breathing is heavy and the way he’s looking at me can only be described as love in its highest form.

“Maybe you should start being a brat more often if it’s going to result in some of the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had,” He jokes, pulling out of me to rest on the bed next to me.

“Well then maybe you should start wearing that compression shirt around me more often if you wanna get lucky.”