#Not that i like google but let me use docs and sheets and slides

[abernathyvalois]

Born to be the village blacksmith forced to use excel

[mushiewrites]

hello frens. it’s been a while 😬

I was laying in bed earlier and a Very Clear scene started playing in my head, and even though I haven’t been super up for writing full blown fics lately, I knew I had to get this out. sooooo I opened up a google doc and just kind of rambled. there’s no formatting, no correct writing perspective throughout the whole thing, not a ficlet or a fic…it’s almost the way I answer asks? I don’t know. It’s a Concept for sure.

I didn’t really plan on sharing this, at least not any time soon, but @awkwardtickleetoo loved it so much ( :D ) and somehow convinced me to post it as is. so you can all thank him for being supportive, and you can all thank my brain for remaining completely unhinged to this very day <3 I hope u all enjoy!!!

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george laying in bed facedown, sapnap kneeling above him and leaning over to grip onto george’s triceps, pushing them into the mattress to hold them in place. dream straddles his hips, his hands resting against the back of george’s ribs

george is laughing already, pleading through his giggles as the ghost tickles completely take over. he swears he feels dreams fingers twitch and he shrieks. the other two laugh at him and his ears burn from the embarrassment. they tease him about how he hasn’t even been tickled yet and he’s acting this ridiculous. george can’t help it, his nerves feel like they’re on fire under dreams hands and he can’t think about anything else. even their voices sound like white noise to him. all he can think about is how bad it’s gonna tickle. until dream actually starts moving his fingers

he only squeezes twice but george is twisting his body like he’s in extreme pain, screaming out in ticklish agony as the other two watch in amusement. his reaction only further ignites their need to take george apart, and so dream decides to dig in before george can think to catch his breath. the noise he lets out makes sapnap jump back for a second, temporarily making him let go of george’s triceps and giving him the opportunity to reach back and grab onto dreams wrists. dream obviously isn’t having it and immediately breaks free, grabbing onto george’s wrists and crossing them against his lower back. this gives sapnap the opportunity to reach forward and slide his hands between george’s body and lower triceps, right where he’s most sensitive. george is kicking, screaming, pleading, and the boys are dying because sapnap hasn’t even done anything yet. he’s so dramatic and they tease him endlessly for it. they drag it out until george is practically begging sapnap to just fucking get it over with, so sapnap starts squeezing. george immediately regrets it.

this position is worse than the one he was in before somehow, probably because he’s So Close to blocking sapnap, but him pressing his arms tighter to his body is actually only keeping sapnaps hands locked there, and he absolutely Could Not lift his arms away from his body for even a second with sapnap tickling him like that. and dream makes sure he can’t anyway by pulling on them slightly to stretch george’s arms out a little more. george whines at that through his sobs. dream also decides he wants to join in on the fun, so he moves both of george’s wrists into one hand and uses the other to start squeezing above george’s right hip. this sends george into a fucking panic, kicking harder into the mattress and sending sheets flying onto the floor. sapnap starts using his thumbs to rub deep circles into the middle of george’s ribcage and george actually sees stars. his eyes are squeezed so tight there’s tears threatening to spill over, and he’s laughing so hard his chest feels like it might explode. he hears how frantic he sounds and he can’t believe the two of them are making him react like that. it just adds to the embarrassment of it all. sapnap points out how red his ears are, and they talk about how red george’s face must be as if he’s not suffering under both of them. every pinch of their fingers and scratch of their nails has him reeling further into a headspace he didn’t even know existed. he was embarrassed beyond belief and hyperaware of his reactions, but he couldn’t stop them- it tickled too fucking much to help it. somehow through everything though, he’d managed to keep his face relatively pressed into the blankets. dream and sapnap suddenly decide it’s time to change that.

so they flip him. with much protest from george obviously. it takes…a little bit of work, with george cursing them off, kicking and throwing weak punches, making dream and sapnap giggle. the threats quickly turn to begging, even bribing the two with money and expensive gifts. sapnap was almost persuaded, but ultimately decided he liked the toy he had already. george ended up on his back, his head in sapnap’s lap while his arms were trapped by his thighs. dream was on george’s waist, smirking down at him as george quickly realized he had nowhere to hide.

and i just need to take a second to just. think about george in this moment bc oh my goodness.

dream smirking down at him, with his hands fluttering inches over his tummy???? with sapnap’s thighs keeping his arms out to the side, leaving his body completely exposed? the feeling of dread flushes through george’s entire body, and his nerves are ten times more reactive because of it. his head is turned to the side with his eyes squeezed closed, but he can’t help but picture dreams hands hovering over his body anyway. i mean. they’re dreams hands. they’re gorgeous. and huge. and strong. and of course thinking about his hands only make him more nervous and giddy with all the anticipation, and he wants to open his eyes, but he Can’t. and they know he can’t. so they start telling him about how vulnerable he looks like this. how tickleable he is. george is giggling like crazy and refusing to say anything. he can’t. he is so far gone he has no idea what would even come out at this point. sapnap and dream know this too.

anyway anyway anyway.

sapnap reattaches his hands to george’s ribs, rubbing his fingertips harshly. he presses between each rib as he makes his way up under george’s arms, changing tactics by swirling his pointer fingers lightly there. and i guess that might’ve helped and might’ve let george catch his breath, but dream has other plans and decides to start tracing his fingers over george’s shirt. george’s laughter is immediately higher (i think that happens when they get his tummy sometimes tbh idk why) and of course they comment on it because Of Course they do. dream plays with the edge of george’s bellybutton and he loses it, twisting his body as much as he can. sapnap pretends to be annoyed and grips his hands around george’s ribcage, covering as much of it as he can, reaching the tips of his fingers around the back of it as his thumbs stayed over the fronts. george’s eyes fly open and he makes direct eye contact with sapnap, silently begging him not to. but sapnap takes one look at how pathetic george looks, how glassy his eyes are, and he knows george’s needs it - and even if he doesn’t, he needs to see what happens for himself.

so he digs in, rubbing all over his fingers over the middle of george’s ribcage with precision. sapnap somehow targets the weakest, most ticklish muscles between them, sending george into a wave of hysterical laughter. dream leans down and starts nibbling on the center of his lower tummy, on the soft, sensitive skin between his hips. somehow his noses brushes against the bottom of george’s bellybutton over and over and over as he does, his beard assisting in the maddening sensations. george squeezes his eyes shut so tightly he sees god.

[mathsinfluencer]

My Journey with Google Classroom: A Personal Reflection

Hey there, fellow educators and curious minds! Today, I'm excited to share a little glimpse into my experience with a tool that's become an integral part of my teaching journey: Google Classroom.

Let me start by saying, I'm a huge fan of Google Classroom. 🌟 From the moment I started using it, I discovered a world of possibilities at my fingertips. As a teacher, having the ability to control assignment due dates, share notes in various formats like docs, slides, and sheets, and even upload videos and links—all within one platform—has been an absolute game-changer for me.

But hey, let's get real for a moment. Like any tool, Google Classroom isn't without its challenges. One of the main hurdles I've encountered is attendance tracking. 🤔 It can be tough to keep tabs on who's present and who's not, especially in a virtual setting where students can easily slip through the cracks.

Another aspect that's left me wanting more is the assessment features. While Google Classroom offers basic assessment tools, I've found myself yearning for more advanced features when it comes to grading and providing feedback to my students. It's like having a toolbox with a few essential tools, but missing some of the more specialized ones that could really take things to the next level.

Despite these drawbacks, my love for Google Classroom remains unwavering. 💙 Sure, it has its limitations, but what tool doesn't? For me, it's all about finding creative workarounds and making the most of what's available. Whether it's finding alternative methods for attendance tracking or supplementing Google Classroom with additional tools for assessment, there's always a way to adapt and evolve as educators.

In the end, Google Classroom has been a true ally in my teaching journey—a reliable companion that's helped me navigate the ever-changing landscape of education. And while it may not be perfect, its benefits far outweigh its shortcomings. So here's to embracing the challenges, celebrating the victories, and continuing to learn and grow together.

Until next time, happy teaching and exploring, my friends! 🍎📚

[sopewebtechnologies]

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[court-jobi]

Can I ask about two things? Blue Mando-Paz Feels and The Touch Barrier? Feel free to only answer one! This is @newpathwrites btw.

Hekk yeah I'll answer both, @newpathwrites!!! Let's goooo~

The Touch Barrier | Ver. 1 under the cut

Ah my lovely fic headcanons with no real name... The Google Doc I have my drabbles about Paz Viszla are on just a funny sheet called quite literally Blue Mando Paz Feels. We had so little Paz content at the time I began writing these in 2019, but when I tell you my mind went wild...

Big blue boi Mando had my heart from the get go, and I quickly envisioned a nameless little OC (that I have yet to get onto paper). I paired him with a gentle soul who has a heart bigger than her head, and shakes the moment a gun is put into her hands-- but I think that brand of softness may be just what he needed in this harsh lonely world Mandalorians are so used to. He's big, he's blue, and it's cuffing season.. all I gotta say on that.

Now that I've seen more of Viszla in Season 3 I HAVE NEW SOURCE MATERIAL MUAHAHAHA but (ach-hem) I really do think the newest episodes helped me figure out his 'voice' so I might pick these little stories back up!

//psst my favorite of these is one where oc/reader's helping him clean up after a yucky, muggy recon mission, seeing him scrub himself really hard and she fusses over how rough he's being-even with himself. I go into how to care for your beskar, some Din Djarin rivalry-ish backstory, and how SWEET Paz can be when he's treated gently... Perhaps I'll flesh this one out if there's interest?

But also... my beloved:

I answered a bit on my different directions on The Touch Barrier here... But I imagine you'll be most interested in the first iteration of it, so here's a snippet!!

"Are we ok?"

The helmet straightened up, fixed to you again from its nervous evasion. "What?"

"You look like a caged lothcat right now.." you shared, unable to hold back a smile. "And here I thought we were on hugging terms~"

Inside the beskar suit, Mando’s neck flared with heat. And before he could silence himself,

"..we are?"

You hummed noncommittally- betraying your whole-hearted desire.

"I hoped so. At least I thought we might be, based on how you boarded the other day. Unless you didn't necessarily want me there. After all, I know you were kinda having a hard time staying upright."

Only then did Mando's beskar curves slide more naturally into place. No longer bolted to the wall but angled catty corner to you. 

He recalled the 'hug' referenced, but he also remembered how he'd cupped your head to him after you'd brought him up to the cockpit-- that one was for comfort. Not stability.

"I was. But that's not why I .."

–but before he fully finished his train of thought, the baby in the hold let out a frustrated garble of calls as a rolling ball clinked out of his reach. Each plunk echoed down the rungs until it rolled off to parts unknown. You snorted, wondering what on earth he was getting into up there.

"Gosh, that little guy. Sorry, what were you saying?" you recentered from your distraction.

With a lag in his shoulders, the Mandalorian thought the truth to be the best answer. But still wanting to answer to the Child, he nodded his head on for you to continue down to the hull, and he'd follow,

"I was just going to say," he answered, "I didn't do that because I couldn't stand on my own. i-i mean I couldn't, true, but the thing is, I 'wanted to'..." 

His heart was thundering, some cracks in his words were audible,

"I was bleeding out all over the floor. But really, l I could think of was just how grateful I was that you hadn't been hurt. You were safe, and seeing you? I was relieved."

Now side by side in the open air cargo space you smiled, feeling a bit like the silly girls in the holonovels when they pushed their hair behind their ears.

"Well... For one, I'm glad you're not bleeding all over the floor."

That earned you a breathy laugh, "Thank you."

"And for two, I'm- glad you wanted to. Because I may or may not have been wanting to, myself.." 

Mando paused in his strides. which you matched. Even though you were unable to read his expression, you gave a satisfied little smile with your answer, 

"So… it sounds like we're on the same page."

"Sounds like we are."

The Child whined again, making both tip their head off to the side, perfectly in sync.

"I can go get him-- meet you back up top?"

"Okay." He nodded and they split.

Back in the cockpit, you wrangled the bouncing little potato sack. Mando turned when you came in, hearing you corral the kid trying to jump out of your arms to get a better view from his pram.

"Ok ok kiddo, good grief– your seat's but going anywhere!" You shrilled. Planted into his blankets, he sat back in content, swaying side to side, taking in the stars and clusters they were passing in awe.

"Handful?"

"More like tryin'a be a hand-empty, the little wiggle worm." you sassed. His playfighting was all in good fun.

The Mandalorian spun to meet you. First and foremost, you know he'd set the locks on the overhead panels on the side wall, but then he surprised you when he faced fully after you readjusted your clothes the kid had tugged every which way.

"You're good with him. He seems happy to have someone else around." He complimented, stepping into your space. 

Then- finally- meeting your sparkling eyes with all their silent anticipation of his arms, he wrapped around you to pull you in. You locked him in by the waist. 

Then, slightly softer, he nearly whispered, "and.. he's not the only one."

Smushed slightly into his flight suit padding above his chest plate, you smiled. The pats you gave him back passed assurance and as much comfort as you could manage in this relatively tiny hunk of metal in the vast black dust of space. 

"Feeling's mutual, hon."

Hope you liked it!! More of this may come one day...

...dangit.. now I wanna finish this. (le sigh)

[sinfulcries]

STREAMING GONE WRONG — KENMA X MALE READER

authors note. nyx @junkwhoore absolutely carried this collab I HAVE SUCH A TALENTED BESTIE IM FUCKING SOBBING. You can find this piece on his account as well over here! He beat me up in the google docs but i still love my bestie smh </3

tw. cuckolding, infidelity, cheating, size difference, camboy kenma, belly bulging, creampie, degradation, humiliation, noncon, feminization, daddy kink, use of cunt/pussy ( @hqintheclub / wc. 3.3k )

“Hey, (Name), you should check out this new streamer. He’s got some ass content,” Nishinoya said, unlocking his phone after a hard day at practice, draping the towel across his lower half as they got dressed. College volleyball was a bitch, and the duo worked up a sweat during training, especially with Kageyama being a little shit with his serves and sets.

You shrugged, sliding on your shorts. “Nah, I think I’ll pass. I couldn’t do that to Kenma—his cute ass is enough for me,” You laughed, patting your best friend on the back. “Thanks for the offer, though.”

The short male let out a playful whine. “Oh, come on. One little porno isn’t going to hurt anyone—it’s not even cheating,” Nishinoya protested, finishing dressing and locking his locker. “Look: lemme give you the username so you and Kenma can watch the videos together? Maybe some ideas will come for this?”

“You’re such a perv,” you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. “Fine, gimme the username, and I’ll give the streamer a chance. Kenma would know more about this shit than I would.”

Nishinoya laughed, taking your phone and typing in the streamer’s channel name. “You’ll probably like it. Feminine shit, gamer boy aesthetic—might remind you of Kenma when you’re jacking off.”

“Oh, fuck off, Noya,” you snorted, slinging your bag over your shoulder and wishing your teammates a good evening before taking your leave. You just wanted to get home to your shared apartment, eat something—maybe some yakitori or sashimi—and fuck Kenma into the sheets and hear him cry out. Oh, Kenma was such a pretty boy when he had tears running down his fat cheeks, begging you to abuse that cute little hole of his. Such a good boy Kenma was, being a good cocksleeve for (Name).

As soon as you slowly headed back to their shared apartment, you curiously swiped his phone open to check the streamer that Noya had just recommended to him.

Kodzuken? Wasn’t that Kenma’s username?

Furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you scrolled through the videos, seeing the familiar blonde straddle a long, thick dildo, watching the toy sink into the puckering hole. He was a moaning mess, ass facing the camera as he rode the dildo like the filthy little slut he was. Up and down, Kenma went, turning around to play with his cute pink nipples.

The gamer’s face was flushed red, drool leaking out of his mouth as his cock was pressed against his flat stomach. He was wearing cute thigh-highs, an LED steampunk gas mask, and a collar, head tipped back and hair spilling down his scarred shoulders. What a fucking slut, showing off his cute ass like a filthy whore, moaning like a stupid bitch in heat.

“Oh, you motherfucker,” you snarled, gripping your phone as you jerked down your shorts, wrapping your hand around your erect cock. How dare Kenma show off his ass, fucking himself like a dirty little whore for other men? That ass was only for your eyes only, but Kenma was a slut. A slut with pretty eyes and a dirty mouth that you were going to ruin when he got home.

Your cock produced a droplet of precum, throbbing and swollen as your hand flew up and down the shaft. You were going to fuck that cute little hole the minute Kenma got home—was going to make that stupid blonde twink cry until he was a sobbing and smacking mess, begging you to stop. It’s what the streamer deserved for being such a whore, showing his ass off everyone to see.

By the first ten minutes, you could feel an orgasm coming. The warmth spread across your stomach and you were growling, toes curling as you muttered curses. Stupid, blonde twink showing off what belonged to you. How dare Kenma! How dare he flaunt that pretty, feminine body for others to see? Who knows what else that slut was doing? The thought of Kenma on his knees for another way—with someone else’s cock lodged in that dumb throat of his was enough to make you see red.

You were squeezing the phone at this point, groaning when the first spurt of cum jutted out of his cock, and as much as you wanted to ride your high much longer, you could hear the faint clicking of his front door, alerting him that Kenma was home. You sure were going to have fun putting that whore back in his place—showing those filthy bastards watching his stream exactly who he belonged to.

“(Name) are you home?” Kenma called out softly, making you grin sadistically. It didn’t take long for Kenma to find him however as the blonde smiled at the sight of his boyfriend, wanting nothing more but to cuddle after an exhausting day. It was truly a shame that you had other plans however, and Kenma could only smile in blissful ignorance as his tiny body plopped beside .

“What were you watching, (Name)?” He mumbled, leaning in to catch a glimpse of the video displayed on your screen.

“Wanna take a look?” You grinned in response, showing him the video of him bouncing on a pink dildo. The sight of Kenma’s eyes widening in fear and his cheeks flushing red was absolutely priceless as he attempted to get away from you, however he was quick enough to grab his wrist and pin him down onto the mattress, watching him shiver whilst he towered over his smaller form.

“(Name) please I-I’m sorry—I really don’t want to—” Before Kenma could even finish his sentence, you immediately shut him up with a sharp slap to his cheek, watching his head fling to the side at how hard you hit him.

“Dumb whores like you don’t get to speak. I didn’t expect for you to be such a fucking low life, Kenma.”

Kenma let out a pitiful whine, tears welling up in his eyes as you wrap your calloused fingers around his slender neck. You love watching the tears roll down those fat, red cheeks as they burn with shame. “You don’t get to cry. If anything, I should be the one hurt. You show your ass off like a common whore and you’re the one in tears? Maybe I should give you something to cry about,” you mocked, tapping your fingers against Kenma’s Adam’s apple.

Not giving Kenma a chance to answer, you press his face against the pillow, holding his arms above his head as you reached into Kenma’s pocket for his phone. “Now, you’re going to tell me the password to unlock your phone and to your streaming account. I thought I could trust you, but it seems you can’t trust bratty, selfish whores these days,” you snicker.

“(Name), please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—it won’t happen again—”

You smack his ass one good time, watching the skin jiggle. “I’m not going to ask nicely, Kenma. Give me the fucking passwords or this can get a lot uglier than it has to be.” Lacing your fingers in the blonde strands, you yank back on Kenma’s hair, hearing him sob pitifully. “You already fucked up. You think a simple apology is going to fix what you did?”

Sniffling, Kenma gave you the password. “It’s Kuroo’s birthday.”

“Of course, it is. I bet he knows about this. Bet he wanted to stuff your stupid mouth with his cock, didn’t he?” You bitterly spat, quickly logging into both the phone and the account. The inbox was flooded with messages and gifts; Kenma was exchanging nudes for the gifts and boy, it pissed you off. You were the only one that was supposed to see that cute body but now, Kenma was nothing more than a simple slut.

Kenma tried pleading but you shove his head back into the pillow. “You keep your ass right here,” you demanded, ignoring the whiny whimpers. It didn’t matter; if Kenma wanted to act like a desperate whore, then you were going to treat him like one.

Since the cute gamer was so adamant about getting fucked on camera, Kenma shouldn’t complain when you got the laptop to show his audience how much of a filthy liar he was.

Deciding to humiliate him, watch his identity get revealed by fucking him without his signauture mask, you immediately started the stream, watching the viewers roll in as they commented on how pretty the boy looked without a mask covering his face.

“Hey everyone. D’you guys know that this little whore right here’s taken?” You started, making sure your deep voice was loud and clear. Although your face was out of the frame, everyone watching could practically feel the dark grin on your face. “Didn’t even tell his daddy that he had multiple ones. Little bitch went around fucking with his best friend too!”

Your chuckle made fat tears roll down Kenma’s face, the humiliation and regret already sinking in as he had no other choice but to take your berating. He did deserve this after all.

“You virgin bastards could only dream about fucking this slut’s ass. His pussy’s mine.”

The bed dipped beneath your weight, ignoring how Kenma pleaded and whined, trying to push you away with his legs. You merely clicked your tongue, wrapping one hand around his throat, pressing him against the bed. “Keep still. You have no one to blame but yourself. If you kept your legs shut like a good boy, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

You didn’t even offer any lube; just spat on your finger and pushed in the tight ring of muscles. You could feel his ass flexing around your thick fingers, more pleas for you to stop rolling off of Kenma’s tongue along with soft apologies.

“Kuroo’s probably fucked this hole before huh? Wonder how many times he’s got you to cum.” You mused teasingly, effortlessly holding the small boy in place before thrusting the digit inside of him in and out, Kenma sobbing at the dry burn.

As much as Kenma hated to admit that he indeed went on several dates with Kuroo without you knowing, He still felt the guilt weighing heavily on his chest. He loved you too so why? Why did he do it? Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Dumb attention whore.”

“(Name), please I won’t do it again—! I’ll quit streaming; I-I won’t see Kuroo again I-I’ll—”

“That won’t be necessary, Kozume. I’m leaving as soon as I'm done putting you in your place. Your best friend Shoyo’s a cute guy. I heard he's got a crush on me too.”

You were going to leave him… For Shoyo?

“N-No, don’t leave me for Hinata,” Kenma sobbed, voice breaking as you stuffed another finger in his hole.

The way he squeezed and flexed around your fingers almost made you reconsider but the pure regret and despair that washed over the gamer’s face was too beautiful—too enticing. If Kenma really loved you, he should have kept his damn legs shut.

The viewers were eating this up, applauding you both, thinking it was an organized skit. Oh, how wrong they were. At this rate, Kenma should be thanking you for fucking his dumb ass in front of his viewers. It would certainly give him more viewers and cash in his account.

“Nasty little attention whore wanted to sleep around and now, he feels regret because his daddy caught him,” you mocked, pulling out your fingers and gagging Kenma with his underwear. He looked so cute with those frilly panties stuffed in his mouth as more tears ran down his face.

Your cock is hard, tip pressing against your stomach while you force Kenma to stay on the bed. The fear in his eyes, how he sobbed pitifully was delicious. Maybe this was a reward, having that stupid cunt stuffed and filled and left oozing with cum. Oh well, it would be the last time that Kenma would get a taste.

Pressing the tip against the hole, Kenma tried sliding away, trying to spit out the frilly panties but you clamped your hand around his throat, keeping him in place as you sink the first few inches inside of him. “Stupid brats don’t get to run away. You wanted this, Kenma. You wanted to be a whore so bad, so I’ll treat you like one.”

He was so warm—so tight. You were already panting, sliding in further until you could see the bulge in Kenma’s stomach. Kenma—in the other hand—was a fucking mess. Screaming and crying against the makeshift gag while you wasted no time thrusting instead of him. The tears only spurred you on; he was a beautiful mess, and you would burn this night into his mind. You were the best damn thing he could ever have and he threw you away for some piss poor volleyball association promoter.

“Quit your whining. Once we’re done, you can go cry to Kuroo and tell him how mean and cruel I was,” you sneered, balls slapping against the curve of Kenma’s ass. The poor boy could barely comprehend the feeling of your cock prodding against his prostate. You made him feel euphoric without a doubt, however with the messy situation he made himself, Kenma didn’t allow himself to find pleasure in your hard and deep thrusts.

“Stupid whores should only take what is given to them,” you spit out, tightening your grip on his thighs, hearing him whine against the panty-gap. You didn’t care if he was a sobbing mess, you felt no sympathy towards Kenma. If he wanted that stupid pussy of his stuffed, all he had to do was ask and you would have happily fucked him until he was a sobbing mess.

Another shrill cry left the smaller male’s mouth, a stream of cash and donations rolling in on his laptop screen every time you continued to degrade the little boy. “(Name) P-Puh—please!”

This was much more fun than you expected it to be, and before Kenma could make more noise, you quickly threaded a hand through his hair, pulling his head up to show his fucked out expression to his viewers before shoving his face into his pillow. Your other hand inched towards the dip of his waist, keeping a bruising grip on him as you fucked into his body impossibly deeper.

“Kuroo can never reach this far inside of you. I bet he’s jealous, isn’t he? Jealous that I had you first and he had to settle for my sloppy seconds,” you taunted cruelly, giving Kenma’s ass a good smack, watching the skin blossom red from the harsh impact. When the poor boy couldn’t give you a response, you shifted him to the audience could see his dumb, red face.

They could see his fucked expression—could see the fat tears roll down Kenma’s red face as you forced him to take every inch of your cock like a good whore. “Go on and tell your darling streamers that you’re nothing but a filthy whore who’s hungry for cock,” you cooed.

“(N-Name), p-please,” Kenma choked.

You yank his hair, clicking your tongue condescendingly. “I’m sorry? You were saying something, darling?”

He sobbed, shaking his head. “I-I’m sorry. I won’t do it again; forgive me, daddy,” Kenma sobbed, begging you for forgiveness.

“That’s not what I wanna hear,” you stated, smacking Kenma’s ass again. “Tell your audience what I told you. It can get a lot worse, Kenma. Maybe I should fuck Shoyo on your stream too. I bet your fans would like him better. He’s a cute little thing and he would obey. He would be such a good boy for me.”

“N-No! Wait! I-I’m a filthy w-whore who’s h-hungry for your c-cock…” He sobbed, more fat tears rolling down his flushed face.

“My cock? Why’d you go sleeping around then? Stupid whore.”

Deciding to rub more salt into his wound, you moved the camera up so that your face was in the frame, smirking at the amount of viewers watching before leaning closer to the screen to catch a glimpse of the comments.

Kodzukenswhore: Oh fuck he's handsome!

Anonymous6969: Damn I don't know if I should be jealous of the guy or Kenma

Sexaddict405: Punish the cheater!

A chuckle left your throat at the mixed comments, your pace unwavering as you wrapped a hand around his pretty throat, "I'm punishing the cheater indeed." You taunted before continuing, "I know you're watching, Kuroo."

“I hope you’re enjoying the show so far.” Grinning sadistically, you laughed, “C’mon Kenma be on your best behaviour! Your little side chick’s watching you get fucked!”

The way his cheeks burned in shame, trying to hide his face made you laugh. It was funny—pathetic how Kenma was trying to hide. He certainly didn’t feel guilty—Kenma is only sorry that he got caught. You’ll make sure that he feels nothing but shame once you are done with him.

“Why don’t you call out for Kuroo? Oh, we should call him so he can listen to how cute you sound when I fuck. I bet he can’t make you scream like this,” you declared in a sing-song voice. You ram your cock against his prostate, hearing the small boy choke on his gargled words.

You could see Kenma’s little cock twitching and his walls squeezing tightly around your fat cock. It was safe to say that he was close. However, before he could cum, you quickly grabbed his body so that his back was pressed up against your chest, giving the camera a nice view of the pretty bulge in his pale stomach. “Bet you couldn’t do this, Tetsu~”

As soon as you inched a hand down to press the prominent bulge, the blonde let out a girlish scream, his body convulsing in your hold as he came all over his stomach, some of the cum landing on his laptop screen. Such a pretty sight indeed, seeing your now ex-boyfriend losing his mind over your cock.

God, you’d be too merciful to give him a break and just as he tried to squirm away from you, Your hold on his body tightened as you continued to fuck him through his orgasm, going much faster than how you did moments ago. “AGH! AH- AH~!” He mewled, his legs buckling as you fucked his limp body.

“I didn’t even get to cum yet! But i’ll pound you enough to instill that this will be the best fuck you will ever have.” You whistled cockily, “It’s a shame this will be the last one.”

Kenma was a hysterical mess, head ripping back as he babbled and cried girlishly. By the first spurt of cum, he was losing his mind, shooting blanks as you pumped him full of cum. You could see his stomach swell and bulge, expanding from all the nice cum you were fucking into his dumb body. He went limp, babbling nonsense before you pulled out, lifting his hips to show the cum oozing out of his hole.

The viewers loved that, typing how they wanted to be the one stuffing that twink’s hole. You cooed condescendingly, playing with the gaping hole that was still oozing with cum. “Don’t worry. All of you can fuck this bitch’s hole to your heart’s content. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was fucking other people while he was with me. Weren’t you?” you taunted.

He hiccuped, shaking his head. “N-No,” Kenma answered, trying to blink back his tears.

You hummed, “I smell lies. You’re a good-for-nothing slut who couldn’t even stay loyal to me.” Leaving him on the bed while cum spilling out of his abused hole, you gave his cheeks a good smack and smiled. “I’ll leave the stream rolling and you can think about your actions. Make sure to tell Kuroo I said hi and make sure you give him a kiss for me,” you taunted, patting Kenma’s cheek one last time before strolling out the room, leaving him humiliated and guilty in his own filth.

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Footprints in the Sand

Part Twelve: Hunger

Summary/Author's Note: We are in Dorne people! You wake up in bed with your lovers for the first morning of what you hope will be the rest of your days. Oberyn tells you about his family and the two of you share some quality morning time. 

I need a fucking spreadsheet for Oberyn’s Daughters. I have a google doc and at this time in the Footprints era he only has 6 (there are two left to be born). Trust me, the age calculations were...time consuming. 

(gif credit to @pajamasecrets, yes this is my header. It's perfect.)

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Lannister!Reader Word Count: 4.6k Warnings/Rating (NC-17/18+) - language, cockwarming, Oberyn uses ridiculous blades for the AESTHETIC, threesome, oral fem!receiving x2, penetration, lady on top, face sitting, mild breath play if you squint... (ALL OF THIS WILL BE HAPPENING IN PART 13, I HAD TO CUT IT.)

[Part Eleven] [Masterlist]

The sounds of birds quietly singing outside the open window in the branches of the citrus trees drew you slowly out of slumber. If you strained your ears you could hear the distinct sounds of the ocean crashing against the sands as the city started to rise and begin it's day. With tired limbs, shaky and weak like a newborn foal, you slowly sat up and pushed your wild hair out of your face. Even laden with fatigue, you had never felt more rested.

Ellaria slept quietly beside you, naked and draped in one of the many silk sheets that adorned the massive bed that the three of you now shared. Her ebony curls fanned over the pillows and her copper skin looked so soft in the morning glow of the sunbeams filtering through the gently swaying curtains. It was clear to you then that you would never get used to how truly beautiful she was, nor the idea that you were to wake beside her every morning. Was such a gift your new reality?

Looking to your left, you noticed the third member of your triad was missing.

"Oberyn?" You asked quietly to an empty room.

Ellaria turned over and pulled the sheet with her to help nestle herself down into the pillows and it made you smile. You could look for Oberyn alone--after spending the majority of the trip home sick she needed as much rest as she could get. Home. The idea of referring to such a place, and the ease at which the thought came to your mind made you feel light and giddy.

You grabbed one of Ellaria's oversized silk dressing robes off of the edge of the overflowing trunks and draped it over your shoulders. It didn't tie in the front and confirmed that it was more for decoration than for actual concealing of your nakedness. But it was soft, the royal blue slipping across your skin in a way that made you feel devine--the two of them had a knack for collecting devine and beautiful things.

The quiet trickle of water drew you to the room off to the side of the master bedroom. Before the three of you had tumbled into bed and well, into one another, Ellaria had given you a tour. The washroom was off to the side with a large marble pool for bathing, an ornate sun-shaped looking glass on the wall, and shelves full of scented oils and healing balms. Such luxury was something you had never seen, not even in the red keep, where money was thrown at armies instead of at the city's infrastructure.

Just as you had deducted, Oberyn sat in an armless, straight backed chair that he had pulled closer to one of the mirrors. A bowl of water sat on the table closest to him, and you leaned against the doorway and watched as he shaved. Despite the sunlight coming in from the window above the pool, a few candelabras flickered closer to where he was working to give him more light. There was yet to be a lighting in which his tanned skin didn't look utterly breathtaking to you and as you watched him drag his blade slowly up his throat and wipe away a bit of the soap on his neck, you had to remind yourself to in fact take a breath.

Your hand dipped down the valley of your breasts as you were suddenly filled with the desire to touch him. And yet, you didn't want him to stray from his task. You wanted to observe the way he moved, the way the muscles of his back shamelessly made your mouth water. The obvious solution for now was to touch yourself. Your fingers had barely ghosted the apex of your thighs when he spoke.

"What are you doing, lover?" His voice came as he looked at you in the mirror over his shoulder.

You took your hand away from your body and walked towards him, the silk of the robe blowing behind you gracefully while you walked. "Nothing.."

"Don't lie to your prince," he said, still holding a smile as he balanced the blade across the top of the bowl. "It looked like you were about to enjoy yourself to the image of me--come here." He grabbed your wrists and pulled you against him. He looked you up and down slowly, his dark eyes drinking you in as he reached up and pushed the robe from your shoulders to pool in the floor at your feet. "Aren't you a vision?"

"You flatter me."

"I simply observe."

“Did you sleep well?” he asked as he transferred his grip from your wrist to your hand and brought your knuckles to his lips.

“Best sleep I’ve had in years.”

“Good.”

You touched the smooth skin of his throat with the tip of your finger. The soap he had lathered onto his skin smelled of honeysuckle and rosemary. You desperately wanted to kiss along his jaw but he had only finished about half of his shaving, sculpting the sharp beard that ran along his pointed features perfectly. "May I?"

"May you what?" He looked up as he helped you slide into his lap.

"Teach me," you said, quietly as you straddled his thighs and nodded to the blade and then gestured to his jaw.

"Hmm," he made a thoughtful noise as his hands slid up your sides and cupped your breasts. His thumbs played over your nipples, drawing goosebumps to the surface of your skin. "I don't allow many people to have a blade that close to my throat."

"I overstep--"

He pinched your right nipple gently and stopped your words before you could apologize. "You never overstep in my presence. Whose bed are you in?" He took your hand and guided it between your bodies as he started to grow hard against your thigh.

"Yours," You gasp as he wraps your fingers around his thick shaft, growing larger by the moment.

"And who am I?"

"A prince of Dorne."

"Exactly."

He put his hand behind your head and gripped your hair, pulling you forward enough to kiss you hard. You stroked him gently as you felt your own core start to respond to him. A small whimper fell from your mouth as you felt his fingers part your folds. You were sore from the night before but not enough to push away his affections. His name fell from your lips and his large hands cupped your ass and lifted you slightly.

"I'll teach you," he mumbled against your lips. "On the condition that you sit that beautiful cunt on top of my cock while you do."

You nodded as he gripped your ass and spread you slightly, making it easier for you to raise up on your knees. Using his shoulders for balance, you let him slowly impale you. He made room for himself in a way that made you clench against the intrusion. He encouraged you to relax as he nosed your neck and up to your cheek.

"How are you fairing from last night?" He asked, a soft grunt coming from his throat as you get settled.

"Sore, but I'll get used to it," you play your fingers in the back of his hair and watch his face. "I--um," you swallow hard and fight to keep your blush down. "I dreamed about what we did."

"About which part, my dear?"

"About," you lowered your voice and said quietly. "About tasting Ellaria."

"Hmm, I dare say you enjoyed that almost as much as she did." He chuckled and put his knuckle under your chin before you could look away. “No shame in that--who wouldn’t want to taste something that sweet?”

He trailed his fingers along the curve of your jaw and down over one of the mouth-shaped bruises on your neck. He had already apologized for them and you wouldn’t hear it again. You had enjoyed the making of them just as much as he had. When you bit your lip his cock twitched inside of you and you readjusted on his lap with a soft groan.

“Easy,” he chided you softly. “I can’t fuck you until I finish shaving.” His grin was as mischievous as his desire to keep you waiting. It excited you, made you long for unspoken promises you knew he intended to keep. “Grab the blade--I’ll teach you.”

You looked to the table on your right and picked up the dagger off of the bowl. It was a solid weight in your hand, not too heavy, but not at all flexible or flimsy. Unlike his other blades that you had seen on his belts and belongings, the handle was not adorned with a snake or sun or any kind of writing. In fact, it was pretty plain. Its charred black handle was crafted from the horn of an animal of some kind and wrapped in a leather strap for grip--despite the lack-luster appearance, it was clear that the blade was incredibly sharp.

“Should you use this on your face?” You raised an eyebrow and balanced it gingerly in your hand.

“What else would I use?” he chuckled as if it was the most obvious answer in the world. “Now, firm grip. You’re going to need one hand on the blade and one hand on my neck.”

“Oberyn--” you said, suddenly feeling less sure of yourself.

“You can do it,” he encouraged. “I happen to like the view better like this.” He smirked, looking at your breasts. He started to lean forward to put his mouth on them and you pressed him back against the chair, firmly.

“Stay still,” you teased and he nodded.

“As you command, my love,” he leaned his head to the side. “Use your free hand to press gently and pull down on my skin. It will make it taught, and then you can shave down with the grain. Short, smooth strokes.”

You bit your lip in concentration as you did just as he said. Weeks of being in his bed and your heart still hammered when you were this close to him. Here sat one of the most deadly men you had ever known and his calloused but gentle hands cupped your ass as you held a rather large blade to his throat. The intimacy and trust of the situation was not lost on you.

The blade gave a little resistance as you started to drag it gently through the soap against his neck. The suds parted revealing his skin in the most entrancing way and you carved a path down from his jaw to where his previous lines ended.

“Was Doran upset with you? Yesterday, that is,” you asked quietly once you finished your line and moved to dip the knife in the bowl of water and wipe it on the cloth.

“Yes, of course,” Oberyn, took the chance to smile as you paused in your process. “But it wasn’t the first time, and I promise you it won’t be the last.”

Your stomach turned at his words and you looked at him in earnest. “I don’t want to go back--”

“I won’t let that happen.”

His tone was sharp enough to make you flinch but his hands moved up your back as if to soothe the sting from his words. Although you didn’t know how he planned on keeping it from happening, you wanted to believe him. You had to.

The two of you sat in silence as you carefully moved the blade down his throat, taking any hair with the soap before rinsing, drying, and starting a new line. You went much slower than was probably needed, but if you drew blood on him, you would have never forgiven yourself--although Oberyn would have probably found it amusing. He took the cloth and held it for you gently, his eyes softening as he gazed upon you. The trickle of the water in the bowl sounded far too loud in all of the quiet, so you cleared your throat.

"Tell me about your family, other than Doran--your children, perhaps?"

"You wish to know about my daughters?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and when you nodded he continued. "I have six."

"Six??" You asked, unable to keep the shock from your voice.

"Yes," he said simply. His voice continued to hold a good-natured tone, despite the fact that yours teetered on audacity.

"I'm sorry, that's just so many for--"

"An unmarried man?" He moved his hand up your side and rubbed his thumb along the side of your breast slowly. "It's much different down here in the southern part of the world, my love. As I've said of our Ellaria--bastards are born of passion, of love, and we do not despise them. Should the need arise, any one of my girls would be accepted as a princess of Dorne and would be allowed to sit on the throne."

"I didn't mean any offense--"

"And you have given me none. I just wish you to unlearn the ways of such small minded people. I know it will take time, but you live here now. Your home is in Dorne, so are your people." He reached up and brushed your hair back from your neck.

"I'll try." You sat up a little, adjusting yourself around his length as you resumed the task of shaving his face. The way he spoke to you didn't make you feel foolish or small, much like his voice when you asked about the blade, he wanted nothing more than to teach you.

"That's all I ask." He put his hands back on your hips and leaned his head back against the chair, exposing his throat to you again. "Let's see, my oldest, Obara, is eighteen. Her mother was a whore from oldtown. She is an excellent fighter."

"Like her father."

"Yes," he smiled sadly. "Unfortunately the gods also gave her my anger. But I don't blame her, considering her mother's love was also full of betrayal."

"Where is her mother?" You asked without thinking and before you could apologize, Oberyn answered.

"Dead."

You kept quiet and let him continue. The blade of the dagger whispered through the soap once again and you meticulously inspected his skin for stray hairs. Hundreds of questions came to the tip of your tongue and although you were certain he would answer them all, it was enough to listen to him tell his stories the way he wanted to.

"Sarella," he paused as he said the name quietly. "Well, I guess she'd be almost nine. Also born in Old Town. Her mother is captain of a trading ship. She writes to me. Told me of her birth--perhaps one day I'll get to meet her."

"Is that something you want?"

"Of course. But only if Sarella wishes it as well."

“I can't imagine a girl not wanting to meet her father if it means she would be a princess." You smiled and worked on the last section of his neck, priding yourself on the fact that you had managed not to accidentally draw blood on him.

"Her happiness is more important than her title. And if she is happy at sea with her mother, then so am I."

“Not a lot of fathers think that way.” You nodded and pressed gently on his skin. "Almost done."

"Take your time," he reassured with a relaxed sigh before continuing. "Nymeria just had her fifteenth name day, and she was born of a Noble woman in Volantis," Oberyn said factually as he trailed his finger up your spine slowly. "She looks like her mother. Acts like her, too." He chuckled. "Tyene, now her mother was a Septa."

You paused and leaned back, unable to mask the obvious shock on your face. "A Septa?"

"Scandalous, isn't it?" He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"Am I to believe that you charmed a woman from her own faith and into your bed?"

"You can believe what you want but the proof of our endeavor is thirteen years of age and currently living at the Water Gardens of the Martells." He laughed as you placed the blade back in the bowl and used the cloth to wipe the excess soap from his jaw. "She is the only one with blonde hair and pale skin--and you know that didn't come from me."

"You speak of them fondly. Not just your daughters, but...their mothers."

"I do."

"Did you love them?"

"I did. Once upon a time."

"You are…" you paused, shaking your head and moved to put the towel on the table.

"What?"

"Nothing." Your voice was sharper than you wanted it to be and looked away from him.

"I'm what?" he challenged. "I love each one of my daughters, just as I loved their mothers. That love may have burned out quickly, may have been nothing more than passionate infatuation but it doesn't make it less real. My heart has travelled a great distance before finding its permanent home with Ellaria...and you."

“Permanent?”

“Have you ever known me to be untruthful?” he asked and you shook your head ‘no’.

Did his list of lovers intimidate you? Did knowing he held genuine emotion for them make it any easier to swallow? Jealousy was a horrible thing and yet it burned in your heart for no reason at all. These women were long gone, lost to the past of his many lived lifetimes, and here you sat, perched on his cock no less, trying not to feel jealous. It was a childish way of thinking, a foolish way, and you were neither a child or a fool. He must have seen the anguish of your thoughts on your face because his hand reached up and grabbed your jaw roughly.

"Do you wish me to stop? Does my touch offend you, now?"

"No." You answered him stubbornly as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your cheeks.

"Do you want me to tell you that you're far more lovely than any of them? That they all pale next to the beauty of my stolen lioness?" He raised his eyebrow again and when you tried to jerk your face from his grip, he held fast.

"Don't patronize me, Oberyn," you scowled as you put your hands on his chest and clenched around his cock. You suddenly wished he wasn't inside of you, distracting you, pulling you from the jealousy that your mind so desperately wanted to cling to. And yet, you wanted him deeper, closer, you wanted to claim him in a way that the flames of his past no longer could. All you had to do was say it.

"Then what would you have me do?" He asked as he pushed his hips up slightly, the feeling making your eyes flutter as you dug your nails into his flesh. "Say what you're feeling. What you want."

"I want," you took a steady breath before opening your eyes and looking at him with a level gaze. "I want to know that Ellaria and I are the only ones that possess your heart. That you don't look at me and see a foolish girl who has never left home, who doesn't have adventures to tell you about, or a long list of colorful lovers. I want to know that you won't grow bored of me."

“Ah,” he nodded. “I see.”

“You see? That’s it?”

Before you could pull away his hand slipped from your jaw to the back of your neck. He pulled you into him and kissed your lips with such a tenderness that made the animosity melt from your very skin. You desperately wanted to hold on to the small amount of anger you had, whatever upper hand it gave you was a lie, but it was better than continuing to feel naive in front of him.

“There’s that fire,” he whispered against your lips and you succumbed to him at last.

“What do you mean?”

“You insult yourself when there is nothing to insult. What an honor it is to help you write your own adventures." He moved his fingers to his lips and licked the tips of his first two. "And I say you've already had quite a first one--scaling down the Red Keep and running away with your two lovers is nothing to make light of."

"I guess you're right," you say quietly. You rock your hips forward once and he hisses, but still keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“You are not the wilting flower that the Lannisters have led you to believe your whole life. How does Ellaria feel about timid creatures?”

“Timid is boring.”

"And how wonderful will it be, to make it my life's work, to make you experience a love so exquisite, it will ruin all other partners you may have had in this life," he kept his tone even as he slipped his hand between your bodies and pressed his dampened fingers against your clit. "Or the next."

"Oberyn," you gasped quietly, raising up as he started to gently move his fingers back and forth. He had been inside of you the entire time and you were practically dripping because of it. Your own wetness soaked the inside of your thighs and dampened his lap as your velvety heat kept his cock tight and warm. You didn't know how much longer you could stand him not fucking you like he had the night before.

"And how are you feeling about my affections now?" He asked.

"Better," you whimpered.

"Better? Hmm, an improvement. I'll just have to keep reminding you until you're confident in them."

His free hand pressed into the small of your back to encourage you to move your hips. Obeying his silent command, you put your hands back on his chest and started to ride his lap. The stretch of him inside of you was still a tight fight due to the lack of movement for so long, and it was one of the most exquisite feelings in the world. Your head hung forward slightly, your hair falling over the front of your shoulder, and you made a soft sound as he pinched your clit. The way the head of him pressed against the sweet spot towards the end of you, made you ache for more. The feeling was intoxicating, addictive, and made you feel powerful in ways nothing else ever would.

“Oberyn--”

“Yes, my love?”

"I am more lovely than your…," you swallowed hard as you forced the squeak from your voice. "Your other lovers."

"What did you say?" Oberyn moved his hand from your slit and grabbed your hips roughly, his tone surprised but still the deep rumble it had been.

"I said," you looked at him through the curtain of your hair before pushing it back and repeating yourself. "I am more lovely than your other lovers. Ellaria and I are lovelier and you will never grow bored of our bed."

“A much better tone.” He smirked, a grin that slowly reached from ear to ear and held a pride that was almost palpable. "And what makes you say that?"

"You're here, aren't you?" You leaned your forehead against his and whispered against his lips. "And whose cunt are you inside of?"

He chuckled quietly and matched your tone. "Hmm, I suppose you're right."

You yelped as he surged forward and kissed you hard, his tongue parting your lips as if he wanted to taste the words you had just said. He fisted his hand in your hair and held your head still as he devoured your mouth and thrust his hips up against yours. Your hands found his neck and moved up to cup his jaw, holding him in place with only a fraction of the strength he held you with.

His neck and face were soft and fragrant from the soaps you had just used to shave him. His beard once again was its normal crisp line that framed the edge of his jaw. He looked every bit the Prince that he was and you wanted him in the same desperate way that you wanted him in King's Landing.

Would that ever go away? Would the burning desire to claim such a powerful entity as your own ever truly leave you? The way Oberyn and Ellaria spoke of each other, it didn't seem so. And now that love included you. A triad of adoration, of burning passion that would follow the three of you to your dying day--you were ready to be consumed by it. You wanted to be consumed, to be devoured, and in their arms it wasn't a terrifying thought.

"Fuck me."

Normally such words fell from your lips, but this time, it was Oberyn that said them.

He purred against your skin as his large hand came down on your ass with a smack spurring your hips into action. You wanted to own him in the way he did you, possess his soul in the way he possessed yours. So if he wanted you to fuck him, you would happily oblige.

"I want your mouth on my tits," you panted as you grabbed him by his dark hair and shoved his face down against your chest. He obeyed, bowing his head to mouth at your breasts. He bit, he sucked, he grabbed handfuls of your chest.

“Like that, sweet girl?” he said, his beard rubbing harshly against your soft skin in a way that made you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him closer.

You leaned your head over his as you continued to ride him relentlessly and he held your hips, pulling you down on his cock over and over. A trickle of warmth started low in your belly as the tip of him brushed the end of you and you held still to preserve the feeling for a moment extra. It was a desperate fuck that was unlike the night before. It was about staking his claim on your body, or perhaps you were staking yours on his.

“Oberyn,” you whined as you felt your body teetering on the edge of its release.

“My body is but a throne for you and Ellaria. To use as you see fit and to sit on as it pleases you,” he looked up at you, his neck straining from the angle and making his voice a breathy plea. “Such a gorgeous woman and you’re all mine.”

“As you are mine,” you leaned down to capture his lips as you breathed your words into his mouth. You gasped and pulled away from his kiss as your orgasm took you abruptly. Your nails pressed into the back of his scalp as you bared down on his lap, enveloping his entire length and holding it inside you in a greedy moment of pure ecstasy.

His arm tightened around you as he cupped your pussy and used his hand to help bring you through the pleasure. You felt the wetness of your release on his fingers and lap as he stood, clutching you to his chest and giving you a moment to clench your legs around him. With a firm kick, he knocked the chair back out of the way and laid you bare on the floor.

“Apologies, but if I don’t fill you up soon, I may go mad,” he braced his arms on the ground next to your head as he rammed himself up inside of you and you pulled his weight down on top of your body.

“We wouldn’t want that,” you moaned as you claimed his mouth just as he claimed you with his release and a groan of pure adoration.

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repentance - knj | m

now, let's imprint my name on that trophy and come back home - come back home, BTS

↳ summary- your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon, doesn’t like it when you flirt with other guys

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6k

↳ pairing- namjoon x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is all smut, there is nothing but smut here, there is no god in this chili’s tonight. this actively takes us further from the light.

↳ warnings- very hard BDSM, name calling, degradation, humiliation, spitting, caning/spanking, collaring, bondage, squirting, overstimulation, impreg kink lmfao, face fucking,  Namjoon is a v sadistic dom but he is still sane, after care is important,

↳ a/n- well folks.  here it is.  The fic that pushed me past my comfort zone lmfafskadf.  i am 100% grateful to @sombreboy​ for assisting me with this and being silly as fuck in the google doc.  i could not have done it without his guidance lmfaooo.  this was requested by anon and i hope i did it justice and i rly appreciate getting sent things that make me write things i normally wouldn’t!  thank you for believing in me lmfao.  pls feel free to interact with me however u want bc i love you all.  Thanks for reading! namjoon if ur reading this pls forgive me

“I hope you had your fun, doll,“ Namjoon whispers harshly in your ear as you walk with him away from the dance studio.  You’re covered in sweat, hot, and still you’re shaking like a leaf at the tone of your boyfriend’s voice.

So maybe you broke the rules.  Maybe you danced with Jimin at practice a little too intensely, a little too provocatively.  Maybe you grinded up against the blonde harder than you should, making the dancer sport a tent in his pants.

And maybe you did it in front of your boyfriend, that man who loved and dominated you.

Is it too late to say oops?

Namjoon is silent on the drive home.  His face is expressionless, but his eyes give it away.  He looks a touch angry, a touch excited, but he mostly radiates possession.  If there’s something that Namjoon hates, it’s sharing you.  

Your playful flirting with Jimin had been just that—playful.  Jimin was your dance partner going on 10 years now, ranging from ballroom to jazz and tap, to contemporary and international.  Jimin was always your go-to guy, best friend, and occasional fuck buddy.  Namjoon knew this, knew the history between you two, but still allowed you your freedom in dancing and competing with the blonde.  Sometimes it was just so easy to fall back on old habits, when you’d grind on Jimin so hard that he’d rip your shorts down and take you against the hardwood floor of the studio.

Even though you were quite happy in your relationship with Namjoon, it was hard to re-route the synapses that led elsewhere when you were dancing.  

But you loved Namjoon, and you had for a long time.  It was something you were working on, the flirting and the carelessness.  Namjoon was supportive, loving, and a natural caretaker.

He was also a sadistic Dominant.  

Where Namjoon was sensitive, sweet, communicative and giving in the streets, he was disgusting and filthy and downright heinous in the sheets.

And you loved every single aspect of it.  There was nothing that thrilled you more than the control he wielded on you, the power in his gaze and in his hand, and the possession he took of you.

It was the reason none of your relationships worked out before him.  Sure, there had been pleasant guys and excellent fucks like Jimin.  But Namjoon was the entire package, plus some.  You trusted him with your entire life, your whole being.  He grew up alongside you, and you knew the man would rather injure himself than ever cause you harm.

It’s what made the punishments, the pain, even more delicious.  He took you to your breaking point, sometimes even further, because he knew you could take it.  And you trusted, loved and adored him for it.  

But that didn’t mean it was easy.  

No, while the punishments and pain were fun in the long run, they still sent a thrill of fear down your spine.  

It’s been awhile since you got your boyfriend this worked up.  Things had been pretty smooth sailing for the last few months.  Sure, he was still a maniac in bed, but it was the scripted and practiced scenes you both knew by heart.  Schoolgirl, nurse, secretary.  

But this was real.  Tangibly real.  You could feel the tension rolling off his toned body, the heat of it ensnaring you, tying you up tight.

You want to apologize, open your mouth and begin the litany of sorry’s and I didn’t mean to’s, but your throat felt dry.  You knew it was useless to try now, and the act might make him more upset.  

The punishment he would inflict upon you would absolve you, baptize you of your sins.  He’d sacrifice your flesh to be remade.

The car pulls into the garage of your shared home.  Namjoon parks, closes the heavy door behind the car, then sits in the car staring straight ahead.  

He’s silent for a moment.  It puts your nerves on edge and he knows this, knows you hate the silence more than anything else.

“You are going to get naked.  Right now.” He orders, still not facing you.  He focuses his eyes on the wall of your garage.  “You will leave your dirty clothes outside where they belong.  And you will crawl from the car into the house.”

You nibble at your lip, waiting for more instructions.  He turns and levels a look at you, and your body lights with fire.  

“I want you to retrieve your collar and the handcuffs and bring them to me in the bedroom. You will get in position for me.”

He looks at you once more, seeking your eyes for any sign of fear, anything to tell him he’s going too far.

While your heart races, you nod and swallow tightly. You’re scared but not enough to stop him. You have a safe word for a reason but you haven’t needed to use it yet and you trust Namjoon more than you trust yourself.

He takes stock of your agreement and exits the car, leaving you alone as he trudged up the stairs leading to the house.

It takes one shuddering breath before you step out of the car, peel your sweaty workout clothes off, and slide down to your knees. There're cameras in the garage for security, and you know he’s watching them to ensure you’re listening to his orders.  

The floor of the garage is dirty.  You take one movement forward and look at your hands to find they’re already covered in black soot from the dirt and oils of the car tires driving in and out.  You make a face but quickly pull out of it. This is your punishment.

You crawl up the steps and gingerly open the door, then make your way to your linen closet where your collar and handcuff remain when you’re not at home.

Namjoon gifted you with a home collar and a public collar. The public collar is a beautiful diamond circle pendant that hits right at the hollow of your throat.

The home collar, however, is made out of a study leather material, embedded with gorgeous diamonds.  It’s heavy against your throat when you wear it.  It’s a constant reminder of your subservient relationship to your Dom, your boyfriend.

The handcuffs hang from their specified hook.  Black leather with chains connecting the cuffs.  They’re strong, incredibly so, and the thought of being locked up makes your core tighten in excitement and fear.

With the items secure in your grasp, you return to your kneeling position and continue crawling towards the bedroom where your boyfriend awaits. Something inside you bubbles fiercely—what does he have planned for you?  It’s been awhile since you’ve been quite literally at his mercy.

Namjoon is standing in front of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as you enter the room. You keep your eyes down, not making contact until he instructs for you to do so. You can feel the power and heat oozing off him, surrounding him like a cloud of authority. You approach and sit in front of him, knees spread wide and sat back on your heels.  Your hands offer up the collar and the cuffs, palms up, as you avert his gaze.

“Look at you,” he tuts. “Filthy...”  He removes the collar and cuffs off your hands and gazes at the black soot remaining from the dirty garage floor,

“But it suits you perfectly, doesn’t it?”, his voice was almost mocking you, ‘’A dirty slut.’’

Quite literally.

Namjoon sets aside your collar on the edge of the bed before crouching in front of you, a lopsided grin curling on his lips as he grabs your wrists as to inspect them,

‘’Even your pretty little hands are soiled, angel.’’ he tsked in disapproval, the mere sound of it making you feel smaller, eyes still fixed on the floor. After all, he hadn’t told you to look at him as of yet.

You don’t know why you thought he would ask you to wash your hands, but you quickly threw aside your anticipations  as it catches you off guard with what he does next.

‘’Palms up, angel. Show me your hands.’’

A confused second passed, but you obliged nonetheless, raising both of your hands, palms up to him as if you were begging for something.

The mere sight was absolutely gorgeous to Namjoon.

Without a word, Namjoon collects enough saliva in his mouth, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands closer, letting his spit drip from his tongue down to pool in your hands. Your eyes widen as they stare at the floor, arms twitching instinctively at the foreign sensation.

His grasp around your wrists tightens, ‘’Stay still… Be a good girl, yeah?’’

You nod, relaxing your arms. However the muscles in them feel tired from holding them out for him like this. He knows, he can tell, but says nothing about it. He loves to watch you struggle, adamant to please him.

Besides, you deserve it, don’t you?

Once more, Namjoon spits in your hands. This time, it has a degrading intention; a harsh spitting sound as it lands in your hand. He stands up again, the angle even more delicious from above as he watches you obediently hold his pooled saliva like it was the most precious gift from him.

‘’Go on...  Clean up.’’

You bite your lip as the slick saliva spreads in your hands.  Your body thrums with humiliation and desire, mixing to make your legs quiver where they kneel before him.  You clasp your hands together and rub your boyfriends spit in your hands, attempting to remove as much of the dirt as possible with what he’s given you. It’s messy—the spit is black from the soot.  His eyes take you in, the image of you cleansing yourself with him, accepting his spit like the dirty whore you are, that he loves. It makes his cock throb in his jeans. Nothing gets him off quicker than putting you in your place, seeing you accept his degradation with pink cheeks and frightened eyes.

He pulls his shirt off his body and throws it to you carelessly.

“Use it to dry your hands,” he orders.  

You comply, wiping the last off you with his shirt.

“Let me see.”  You hold your hands up for him to inspect and he smirks, ‘’Good little slut.’’

His hands open the collar wide and you jerk slightly as you feel the pressure of it on your neck.  Namjoon pulls it tight around you for a moment, cutting off your air supply, before he releases and secures the collar to sit high on your throat.  The ‘O’ ring sits at the center proudly, a place he often uses to leash and drag you around like his pretty, perfect pet.

He moves away from you and towards the armoire at the side of your bedroom.  Your heart gallops wildly. The armoire is full of his toys, punishment and reward alike.  The unknowing of what he’s getting out to use on you has your cunt dripping with desire and fright.

There’s silence as he gathers his tools, then returns and places them on the nightstand.

“Look at me.” His voice is firm, unwavering.  

You let your eyes flick up to his and your breath catches.  He looks incredible.  Shirtless, tight pants straining with the bulge of his cock, power exuding from his very pores.   Your eyes dance on his chest for just a moment, soaking in the refined lines, then settle at his eyes.  They’re darkened with lust, with intention.  He looks at you like you are his next, and final, meal.

“I want you to bend over the bed. You will spread your legs and push out your pretty little ass.  I’m going to cane you for what you’ve done today.”

Your eyes widen, and he relishes in the fright lingering. He hasn’t used the cane on you in a long time.  It’s the most intense tools of impact you own—the one you’re most frightened of.

“You know your safe word, don’t you?” He asks.

You nod.

He tsks. “I asked you a question. Don’t make me open up that mouth for you. You won’t like what I’ll do.”

A shiver runs through you as you weakly open your mouth. “Yes, sir. My safe word is orange.”

He nods. “Good girl. Let’s hope we won’t need it and you’ll take what you are given, hm?” Another nod from you. “Now, do as you’re told.”

You hop up quickly, knees painfully red and sore now, and move towards the bed. You arch down, sticking your ass out towards your boyfriend and spreading your legs shoulder-length apart.  He can see all of you, slick folds weeping with desire and anticipation, legs shaking in fear and arousal.

It’s intoxicating to Namjoon, the way you behave and listen. He loves the fright inside you, the way it soaks your cunt for him.  He knows the cane is on the verge of being too much, he knows you’ll be weeping both from eyes and pussy at the end of it.

The wood is heavy in his hands.  The cane is only a bit longer than a paddle, but it packs an even more intense blow.  

“Tell me what you did today. Why do you deserve my cane?” He asks, allowing the cane to tap at your cheeks lightly.  It makes you jerk and clutch at the blankets below you.

“I—I was dancing with Jimin, sir,” you murmur, voice tight with anxiety.

“Ah ah, you weren’t just dancing,” he corrects. “Don’t pretend to be innocent.  You know what you did.”

As you open your mouth to speak, he brings the cane down at the tops of your thighs.   It cracks heavily on the skin and makes your knees give out. The sting is like white, hot fire on your thighs. It burns, and makes your cunt clench around nothing.  Tears spring at your eyes as you try to answer him.

“I was grinding on him!” you cry as your legs return to standing to accept the next blow.

“You were being a little. fucking. slut.” he intones, then punctuates his words with another whip of the cane—right at the center of your ass. The sound of it hitting your flesh echoes in the bedroom you share, and it makes you cry out in pain.  Your knuckles were white from the grasp of the blankets—tears flooding you and spilling onto the duvet. “Say it!” He orders.

You whimper through your words. “I was being a slut, sir!”

‘’That’s right, you were being a filthy, horny cockslut.’’ He snarls, another whip echoing in the room as it falls harshly on your skin, ‘’Horny for Jimin’s cock with the way you were grinding on him, by the looks of it, isn’t that right?’’

He laughs mockingly, landing another whip on the same spot he previously caned, it would definitely bruise. But you didn’t care. And neither did he, he fucking loves your cries.

‘’Tell me, who’s cock are you really a whore for?!’’

He holds the cane high, anticipating your answer.

‘’Y-yours, daddy-- p-please!’’ You cry out, clawing at the sheets, legs quivering.

‘’That’s right, but apparently, you didn’t remember that today, angel.’’ He says with an awfully calm voice, cane still held high.

He ends his caning with one final blow, and it makes your vision black out with the intensity.  You’re sobbing now, weeping into the blankets as your legs shake.  

It’s the most intense pain you’ve ever felt, ever been dealt from your loving boyfriend.  It forces you to understand just how upset you made him, just how angry watching you attempt to seduce another man makes him.

“You’re my little cumslut, you hear that? Mine!”

His hands smooth over your reddened ass, harsh burgundy lines marking where he punished you thoroughly.  It makes you whimper through your cries, his warm hands simultaneously soothing and agitating the marks.

He only remains for a moment, ensuring the flare of pain is soothed.  As sadistic as he is, he remains sane enough to ensure your safety.   Your whimpers have slowed slightly, and he takes it as his opportunity to move on.

He reaches for the handcuffs and takes advantage of your prone position, bent over the bed.  He works them around your wrists, tightening them just enough to leave you helpless.  He pulls you up and presses his back against you, face at your ear.

“You took your first punishment well,” he encourages as he licks a stripe on your throat, right above the collar that symbolizes you as his.  “But I’m not finished with you,” he sighs. “Little cock whores like you are never satisfied with just one little punishment, aren’t you?”

You sniffle and nod. “No sir, I n-need more.”

He chuckles—it’s dark and ominous.

“Dirty fucking slut.”

He turns you to face him and he kisses you roughly, no sign of the sweet and sensitive boyfriend. It’s the Jekyll to his Hyde; the sadistic Dom now kissing you cares only of getting off and making you take it.  

His mouth is fiery—teeth biting at your lips and growling when he slips his tongue in your mouth.

“Gonna make you remember who the fuck you belong to, baby girl,” he warns as he pulls away.  He urges you down to your knees and you’re easily complying.

His hands are at his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping and making your mouth salivate in anticipation.

He steps out of his jeans, and you’re rewarded with his thick cock springing free from the confines of his jeans. You should have expected your boyfriend to go without boxers, but it’s a pleasant surprise nonetheless.

“Look at you,” he notes. “So desperate for my cock.”  He grips it and teases it in front of you. You want to lean forward, capture it in your lips but you refrain and wait for the order.

“You think you deserve this? You think I should let you suck my dick after that little show you put on today?” He gives his length a stroke and it makes you nearly whine with need. “Little fucking bitch wants any cock she can get, why should I let you have mine?”

Your eyes shine with tears, still lingering from your caning and refreshing now with wet, hot desire for him.

“Beg.” He orders, holding his dick in front of your face tauntingly.

“P-please, daddy. Let me suck your cock,” you blubber. “Let me show you that you’re the only cock I need.”

He hums and strokes himself. Watching you nearly weep with want and beg to suck him off has his head reeling. The power rushes through his veins like a drug.

“I think you can do better than that,” he sighs. “Why shouldn’t I just jerk myself off and cum on that pretty face of yours?”

Tears freely spill down your face now. “I want you to use me, I want to let you fuck my throat raw, please, sir!” You sound completely gone and Namjoon feels his impossibly hard cock flex at your needy tone. “Please fuck my throat like the cock whore I am!”

“That’s fucking right,” he grunts. “Open that fucking mouth for me.”  Your mouth opens and he’s leaning down to spit harshly at your waiting tongue. It makes you jerk, but you reserve yourself and accept it. “Filthy little bitch.”

He moves forward and sets his cock on your tongue and almost groans at the feel of your hot mouth, swirling with his spit now.

“Make me cum with your mouth, you don’t get to use those hands today.”

He wastes no time on shoving his length into you and down your throat. He gives a few precursory thrusts and sighs as he feels your throat gagging around him and hears your desperate, wet sounds. Tears flow freely—your mascara is smearing down your face as you look up at him, mouth stuffed full.  It’s the prettiest sight he thinks he’s ever seen. You’re desperate, absolutely fucked out for him. Saliva dribbles down your mouth and he fucking loves it when you become a mess on his cock.

“Pathetic.’’ He murmurs. But truly, he thinks it was beautiful—the way you desperately take his cock down your throat, the needy look in your teary eyes and the muffled whines vibrating in your throat at his fake disapproval. It makes you work harder, eager to make him feel good.

You bob your head, keeping your eyes locked on Namjoon—he loves it when you’re giving him your undivided attention.  It’s sloppy, and you’re loud. Namjoon fucking lives for when all your inhibitions are gone and you’re wanton and horny like a porn star desperate for work.

“Fuck, such a good throat,” he drags a finger up it as he forces his cock to the back of your mouth. He can feel the ridge of his cock through your neck and he nearly cums from that alone.  “Taking it so fucking good.”  He grips your head and desperately fucks into your mouth.  You squeeze your eyes shut and will your gag reflex away, let him use you as he sees fit. You egg him in with licks of your tongue as he thrusts in and out, and by the filthy noises you make with each press.

Saliva is dropping out of your lips, and his it covers his cock. Namjoon feels his balls tighten impossibly and knows he’s close.

“Does my cockslut want daddy’s cum? You want me to coat that little throat with it?” He keeps his pace and you nod through your tears.  He grunts his approval and picks up the pace, only to explode through his orgasm soon after. His cock pulses as he emptied himself into your mouth and throat, and you suck harder as if thirsty for it.

He pulls it out a moment later with a sated sigh. “My little cum dump,” he smirks as he runs a finger over your lips.  “Swallow it all.”  You nod and visibly swallow his load, then hold your tongue out to prove it.

“Shit—so good. You’re such a whore you could drink my cum all day, couldn’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whisper. Your throat is rough and sore from his thrusts but you can’t find it in you to care, not even a little bit.

You remain on your knees and he puts a finger under your chin and lifts it higher. “Doing so good, angel. Making me proud.”

It makes your heart nearly implode.  Namjoon is sadistic and thrills in your anguish, but loves you all the same.  He knows you’re not just able to take it, but you’re desperate to take it. You trust him to never hurt you in a way you couldn’t handle.

“Still have more for you, little one. I don’t think you quite understand who this body belongs to.”

Your eyes shine with excitement and Namjoon can’t help but to smile at it. He uncuffs you and you look perplexed. He never lets you out early.

“Up on the bed, on your back,” he states as he ignores your questioning look. You know better than to deny his order, so you rub at your wrists as you move towards the bed.  Your knees are still throbbing from the pressure and you heave a pleased sigh as you melt into the mattress.

“I wouldn’t feel too comfortable,” he chuckles. “It won’t last long.”  

In Namjoon’s hands is red shibari rope. It makes your stomach flip. It’s been so long since he’s trussed you up and it thrills you to see the familiar smooth bindings.

“Thighs to your chest,” he orders. “Spread them wide, show me this needy little cunt.”  

You do as he says, pulling your thighs up to meet your chest and spreading them open. He stares at your core, it’s dripping now. It drips down you and stains the comforter.  Namjoon tuts. If you’re this wet already, he knows he will need to change the sheets after he’s done with you.

“Look at you,” he intones. “A dumb little slut, open and ready for any cock she can get.”  He drags a finger up and down your thigh.

Namjoon gets to work. He loves the way he loses himself in the art of tying you up. He loves watching your chest rise and fall and the little squeaks that come out of your mouth as he knots you up.  He loops the rope around the left thigh, then draws in your left calf to tie it in.  You’ll be spread open, unable to stretch your legs out until he gives you permission.  

He glances up at you every so often as he continues, checking to make sure he’s not cutting off any vital circulation. As cruel as he is, he doesn’t intend to actually maim you.  You never show a sign of pain, just the glazed look you hold as your body gives in to your subservient intuition.  It makes Joon smile and his heart clench in his chest.  He really fucking loves you.

You’re soon tied up completely from the waist down, both legs tied together and spread open with pussy on display. Your hands are free and just as you’re about to relish in it, Namjoon is looping more rope to tie each wrist to a bedpost. He grins as you gasp. You’re completely tied up and at his will, and you’re embarrassed at how open you are in front of him, how dripping wet you get from being tied up and useless.

Namjoon is moving around and you suddenly hear a vibration and it gets closer as he approaches you.

“Gonna make you cum for me, babygirl...  Gonna play with you until you fucking squirt everywhere.”

Your legs clench together as you notice he is holding a Hitachi wand in his hand.  You know the power it wields.  It brings you to your finish nearly instantaneously.  Which means Namjoon has decided your next punishment will be denying you any orgasm and continually bringing you to the edge… or making you cum so much your cunt hurts.   You don’t know which is worse.

He notices the look on your face and grins.  “Yeah, you know what this is, don’t you?”

Namjoon places the bulbous head of the wand on your cunt and you cry out instantly.  He drags it up and down your drenched slit and you’re already feeling so close to the edge.

“You better fucking scream, don’t hold back,” he orders. “Remind this whole fucking neighborhood who gets you off. Make sure Park fucking Jimin hears it.”

He stops rubbing it up and down and lets it sit right on your clit and watches your face contort as your tied legs struggle against the wrappings.  It’s too much, it feels like you’ve been lit up.  Namjoon gloats in your struggle.   He sees your cunt dripping with increasing fervor, can tell you’re squeezing those walls around nothing.  He can’t wait to bury himself inside you once and for all and coat your walls with his cum.

“You know you better fucking ask permission to cum,” he reminds you.  “You better not cum unless I tell you.”

Your tear-streaked face is twisted in pleasure, in pain.  You feel yourself unwinding, increasing towards your finish like a bullet.  

“D-Daddy! Please! I need to cum! Please!” You’re begging harder than you’ve begged in your life, you’re certain.  It feels like the string inside you will snap any second now and you’re holding off the orgasm as hard as you can.  Without the use of your legs, you find yourself unable to slow the inevitable.

“No,” he states firmly.  “Fucking take it. You can keep going.”  He growls his words and watches as your cunt is helpless.  “Little whores like you can fucking take it.”

It’s useless, you’re falling apart at the seams.  You’re pleading with him to let you cum, legs now completely convulsing in their restraints.  It snaps, the coil inside bursts and you’re careening towards the end.  You whine and cry helplessly as your pussy pulsates around nothing and oozes out your arousal.  Your face burns in shame as you come down-—you know exactly what you’ve done wrong.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry, Daddy!” Tears fall harder and you’re gasping for his forgiveness, for his mercy.  “I’m so sorry!”

‘‘Tsk, tsk.’’ Namjoon tuts.  “My little slut couldn’t even follow her one and only instruction.’’  He removes the wand for just a moment.  “You better fucking listen this time.”

Your body feels overstimulated.  The pleasure is bordering on painful and you yelp as Namjoon places it back on your overworked clit.  

“You can make up for it if you squirt for me,”  he grits.  “Maybe I’ll stick my fingers in this tight cunt.  Always so desperate for Daddy’s help, aren’t you?”

You whine at the thought of him filling you, but it’s overtaken by the feeling of the wand back on you.  It’s painful, but it feels so good.  Your body is held back by one single tripwire, ready to snap at any moment.  Namjoon knew that restraining your arms and legs left you completely helpless to slow your own orgasms.  He wanted you to fail, wanted to punish you for cumming when he knew damn well you wouldn’t last a fucking second under the wand’s vibrations.

“P--please!” your whines are breathy.  You feel as if you’ve just run a marathon and you’re desperate for air.  Your entire body is singing with rapture, with pain.  You feel a deep desperation to feel him inside you.  “I need you! Need your fingers!”

Namjoon groans at the sound of your whines.  It’s his favorite, when you’ve finally snapped past a breaking point and he pushes you beyond.  The way you’re desperate, begging and crying for him is pathetic. He fucking loves it.

“Fuck, listen to yourself,” he comments.  His cock is raging again, hard and ready to bury itself inside you.  But he waits.  He’s nothing but patient for you.  “You sound like a little fucking whore.  Are you Jimin’s whore?”

You blubber a cry and shake your head, feeling the oncoming orgasm approaching again.  It feels even more intense.  

“No! I’m yours! O-only yours, Daddy!”  The simple crying is turning into sobs and you both can tell you’re nearly on the edge.

“That’s fucking right,” he snarls.  “This pussy belongs to me.  Not fucking Jimin. Not even you. I own you.” His words run cold through your body, it feels as if your veins have iced over.  You’re absolutely under his spell and control, and you’ve never loved anyone more.

“Cum for me, filthy slut.  Let me see you get Daddy nice and messy.”  He shoves two fingers inside you, and curls them to reach the spot that has you reeling. He knows he’s made it when you’re arching on the bed and screaming through your sobs.  

“G-gonna cum, oh god--” you’re gasping for air, greedy for it.  “There, f-fuck!”

The orgasm that hits you is stronger than any before.  It feels like your cunt turns into a vice and you’re squeezing around his fingers so hard it makes Namjoon hiss.  Your body spasmed and trembled as you came, and finally Namjoon is rewarded when your cunt gushes all over his fingers, dripping down his hand.

“Holy shit,” he gapes as you finally return to earth from your skyhigh completion.  “Dirty fucking slut.  You did so good.”

Namjoon’s cock is pulsating.  He’s sure if he doesn’t get inside you, now, he’ll shatter.

“Nasty whore is going to get one more.  You’re gonna cum on Daddy’s cock, aren’t you?”  

You’re nodding weakly.  You’re far gone, mind so dizzyingly high and body exhausted.  “P-please, need you.”

He takes no care to line himself up or take time.  He’s pressing against your hole in one moment and is buried to the hilt the next.  You’re so wet it feels like he’s drowning and he throws his head back in bliss.  Even after two explosive orgasms you’re tight around him, molding around each ridge of his cock.

“Oh, god--” he groans.  “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever been in.” The praise doesn’t last long, so you soak it in while it lasts, ‘’Gonna pump you full of my cum, angel-- f-fuck..’’  You’re crying and whining as he pumps into you.  It feels so good.

‘’Gonna have you nice and swollen with my child, so everybody knows just who the fuck this little whore belongs to.’’  His thrusts are so powerful that it’s almost as if he’s trying to fuse with you, he’s no longer holding back any reservations.  His hips bump against you as he stuffs you full, chasing his end.  He drops a hand to your clit, knowing it’s battered from the wand but can’t find it in him to care anyway.  He wants you to orgasm again, and he’s going to get it. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  To be so plump and pregnant that everyone will know what a depraved, little bitch in heat you are for me.”

Impossibly, you feel your belly tighten and tug and you’re edging closer and closer to yet another orgasm that Namjoon will wrench out of you. You’re crying out, only able to whine and sob his name.  He’s fucked the ability to talk right out of you, and you can only think about Namjoon and his fat cock drilling into you and filling you up as if his life depended on it.  

Namjoon loves it when you’re fucked out completely. He can tell he’s close, and nearing closer as he watches your sobbing face, smeared with mascara, cry and gasp for his cum.  He could cum from watching you beg alone, and now as he pounds into your juicy cunt he’s surrounded in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum--fuck. Gonna fucking fill you,” he hisses as he thrusts so hard it’s nearly bruising.  His grip on your hips tighten, blunt nails digging into your skin as he lets out a loud and guttural moan as his cock desperately throbs inside of you.  He keeps his power, but the pace dies down with each thrust.  He fucks his cum deep inside you, and rubs at your clit punishingly.  His warm seed jammed inside you snaps everything and you’re crying pathetically as you reach your high, walls contracting and milking him.  Your vision is black and you only hear the rush of your blood in your ears.

It takes a few stuttering breaths to finally come to, and your vision returns to normal.  Namjoon remains buried inside you and he’s panting just as hard as you.  You’re both dripping in sweat and covered in your combined juices.  He cups a hand on the side of your face and smiles at you as you both attempt to return to normal.

“That was good, wasn’t it?” He asks with a chuckle.  He slowly pulls out of you and you’re wincing at the loss.  You’re sure you won’t be able to walk, let alone even stand.

You nod gingerly. “Really fucking good.” you whisper. Everything is sore, and it’s a feeling you can’t compare to anything.  It’s a burning ache that reminds you of Namjoon, of your love, of the trust you willingly hand over to him and the bliss he gives in return.  

“Let’s run a bath,” he states as he leans down to kiss you, pressing his lips on yours in a sweet kiss.  The Namjoon you love is back, the sweet and compassionate lover who cares about every single aspect of you.

“I would love that,” you sigh.  “But, could we maybe untie my legs before I lose any more circulation?”

The both of you erupt into laughter as his hands work over the intricate knots.  He winks.

“Needy little whore.”

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

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Good day tumblr.

I'm migrating to using google docs for writing and I found something I wrote that was unpublished.

It's like an OC x OC because I wrote this at the time I got invested in A LOT of contemporary romance books.

It's also NSFW, It is a one-shot and I don't know how I made that last sentence. I'm single since birth and maybe had a couple of girls in my life but never really made it together. Enjoy? I guess

Matt

I released yet another deep sigh as I tossed my controller on the couch. It has been two months since my heart got shattered but I still haven’t found the chance to move on. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to, that’s why my mind has been tormenting me ever since. Even my best bud gave up on me when after all those “conventional ways” he knew failed, evidenced by me still visiting her profile page every now and then. Heck, I even have her notifications of whenever she posts.

My phone vibrated and that specific ding means that it’s an Instagram post from her. Yes, call me crazy and all because I still am even after all this time. She posted a picture of a plane ticket and a passport to whoever knows where, it’s one of those photos that didn’t contain her face, meaning, it’s a personal and unsponsored post and it’s something she wants to express. See, I’m still clearly not over her. I groan in frustration and threw my phone beside the controller, as I slide down from the couch down to the floor like a kid who didn’t get the toy he wanted for Christmas. I lazily reached for the tub of ice cream on the coffee table beside me and looked at it, it’s half melted and sad, Just like me. I got up and brought back the sad dessert to my refrigerator and as soon as I got back, I saw myself on the mirror. Fuck, I looked horrible, my hair was a bird’s nest and my beard grew thicker each day. I’m actually glad my work doesn’t involve me showing up in an office because, I could get used to this look, I wanted the world to see how broken I am right now, I wanted her to see what happened to me. I surveyed around the room, it was a mess. Empty beer bottles sprawled over the living room, while chips were all opened and half eater on every chair of the room. The only good thing is that the mess only accumulated on one specific room, I don’t sleep on my bed anymore because I could still smell her on the sheets, and I never wanted that to leave.

A few more days passed and I finally did something not involving gloating: I ordered a cleaning service for the living room and specifically told them not to touch any other room. The past days reminded me that there’s more to life than her and I actually went outside today, grabbing my camera and slipping on my trusted hoodie which I use for work, I let the cleaning team fix my mess as I unwind by doing what I am really passionate about, taking pictures.

My best friend, Patrick, was actually proud of my decision, wishing he could support me but was stuck in his wife’s family gathering. I felt guilty that I didn’t talk to him the past months as I gloated, hearing someone who actually cares for me was a good feeling, especially after locking myself from the world after a miserable break-up.

As soon as I got to the park, I started taking simple pictures, flowers, children playing, flowing streams, and skyscrapers. It actually feels good to be back outside, seeing the beauty of the world not from a glass screen. I flipped through my camera roll and examined each photo I took. They really weren’t that good, but mixed with a nice back story, It could be a killer post. I chuckled as I rotate the dial of my camera and went a little too far back and I froze in the middle of the park. It was a picture of me and Bianca, my ex-girlfriend, whom I missed so much. It was taken on a gazebo at the park we visited back then and a 7 year old kid took the photo, We were travelling around so if the two of us were In a photo, it means we asked someone to take it for us. The said photo was where I saw myself smile the widest. She was wrapping her arms around me from behind and my eyes were closed, smiling while she was looking at me and laughing.

A single drop fell on the screen and I woke back to my senses, did I just cry? I looked around and saw children running about as I looked up into the sky and saw dark clouds forming. So much for going outside…

That evening, I actually had the inspiration to work. With the storm brewing up outside, sending tendrils of lightning across the sky, I decided that It was the perfect set-up to get something done. Hours flew by as I managed my schedules and checked my e-mails letting my clients know that I was alive and just hit a rough patch. I didn’t even realized that my entry got nominated on a competition I signed up for earlier that year, which was probably the little ray of sunlight on my gloomy skies. Just this evening, I managed to book 3 photo sessions for next week, which might give me something to get busy on while I do the inevitable: moving on.

Later that night, my phone buzzed a familiar tone. She was calling me. Rubbing the sleep off my eyes, and making sure I’m not dreaming, I hurriedly grabbed my phone. It’s her photo. She. Is. Actually. Calling. Me.

My heart sped up and I took deep breaths. I’m not dumb. I’m going to pretend I’m over her. I’m doing this for myself.

“Hello?” I croaked.

“Hello! Is this you Matt?” her voice reignited my mind. Shit. My mind went blank.

“Uh.. Yes. This is Matt. Who is .. Who is this?” I stuttered. I’m not a great pretender, but I did my best.

“This is Bianca, your uh.. friend. We’re still friends right?” she chuckles, the sound of an intercom could be heard from behind. As I thought, she’s in an airport.

“Oh. Of course, Bianca, we are.” I scoffed. Yeah. Friends. Would it hurt you to say we’re at least ex lovers?

“Listen, um.. I badly need your help. I’m at the airport right now and they canceled my flight due to the storm. I was about to look for nearby hotels but there’s a concert right now that filled up the rooms fast. Do you mind if I stay in there for a while?” my breathing sped up. No way, she’s spending the night here?

“Oh sure sure. I’ll come pick you up there, just wait for me..” I stuttered and ended the call, so much for being able to move on, I managed to make a fool of myself yet again. Without any more hesitations, I quickly prepared myself and drove to the airport.

Bianca

“I won’t regret it.” I whispered one last time as I sat on the waiting area by the entrance, hugging my phone close as I breathed out a heavy sigh. I can’t believe I’m in this situation, it’s like fate wanted me to give Matt a proper farewell, the one with no vague explanations and quick goodbyes. I closed my eyes and braced myself as sooner or later I’d be facing him. He sounded fine over the phone, except he felt nervous.. and hesitating. Maybe he’s busy and he has to make quick changes so he could cater to me. He shouldn’t, but knowing him, he would. Everyone who knows Matt knows he’s very accommodating.

“Bianca..” a voice whispered in front of me as I opened my eyes.. Matt stood there, with an umbrella open and another one hanging on his hand. He offered his other umbrella and carried my luggage behind me. I can’t help but wonder how he’s holding up and the longer I wonder, the more shy I become knowing that I caused a part of this change. Last time I saw him, he was this slightly chubby, always freshly shaven and a smile never leaves his face. Now, he looked like he lost a couple of pounds and he hasn’t shaved in days as his stubble grew around his mouth, and he’s not fooling me with that fake smile he plastered on his face. He should know that I could see through that smile of his.

I started to feel nervous as I entered his car, although nothing much changed, the consistency bothered me a lot. It felt the same when we were together, the smell, the same things in his dashboard and even these dust settling on the floor. Did he not use his car ever since? I shouldn’t be bothered by this, but I can’t help but be curious as to what he was up to all these months.

I admired how Matt handled this situation maturely, he kept casual on his questions, evading everything that would lead to the events of two months ago. I took the chance to ask how he was doing and surprisingly, he answered quickly that he took a lot of photo sessions and how he got nominated on some indie photography award. At least that talk shook off the worry that was growing in me and gave me hope that this night will turn out great rather than a disaster.

As soon as we walked into his room, he talked about how I should feel at home since I am his guest. He talked so nonchalant it felt like he rehearsed what he said, I tried to ignore his emotionless introduction as he led me to his bedroom, I glanced around and noticed that nothing really changed during my time here, and it probably means that he’s holding up pretty well. He settled my luggage beside the bed and he grabbed a pillow and some comforters, and single-handedly carried it outside.

“I’ll be sleeping by the couch if you need something. I mean, you probably know your way around, Good Night, Bianca.” he says as he slowly shut the door, leaving me alone in his room. I slowly plopped myself into his comfortable sheets and tried to shut my eyes, but I can’t help but smell my old shampoo in his pillow. Slightly bothered, I got up and took a whiff at the pillow and realized it was my smell, I quickly grabbed the other one and caught a whiff of Matt’s scent on it. He probably doesn’t use the whole bed when he sleeps, I thought to myself, dismissing any other thoughts and tried to sleep. I shifted positions every other minute until I couldn't take it anymore. I grew curious until the point that I wanted to confront him about it. It looks like the talk we’ve both been evading should happen.

Matt

I fluffed my pillows one last time and glanced at my bedroom door for the last time. She’s in there. I muttered to myself. I wanted to talk to her one last time, maybe ask some questions and say what I feel… But that won’t happen tonight, she has a lot of things on her plate right now and has to deal with rebooking a cancelled flight, I should probably stay out of her way. I heard the door creak and I quickly got up and locked my eyes on her, as she peeks at the door.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked.

“I’m just going to get some water.” She replied as he walked to the kitchen, I can't help but let my eyes follow her as she carefully moved to the fridge. She was wearing her favorite pajamas, pink with flower prints sprawled everywhere. I smiled as our gazes met.

“Feeling comfy?” I asked.

“Yeah, what about you?” She nodded and nudged toward my direction.

“Yes.” I replied shifting comfortably on my couch, grinning like a little kid. She let out a soft chuckle and entered back to the room. I smiled as she shut the door and drifted myself to sleep.

The cold burst of air crossed against my foot and made me shiver, this wasn’t supposed to happen, did I forget to close the windows? I slowly got up and looked around, I wasn’t dreaming, my ex is still here. I peeked at the balcony and saw her staring at the moon, I saw that she scratched the pajamas and is now wearing possibly only her underwear behind that silk robe, a robe she got when she competed that one competition overseas.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked her as I offered a mug of warm milk. She looked surprised and a faint blush on her face formed as it was illuminated by the moonlight.

“Actually, yeah. Just thinking of what’s ahead.” She smiled as she grabbed the mug, wrapping it with her hands and blowing the steam away and taking a sip. “You?”

“You opened the balcony and the cold breeze kinda made me shiver.” I laughed.

“I’m sorry.” She bowed and chuckled softly. “I never knew you were that sensitive to cold.”

“Well, I wasn’t until…” I answered while I looked down on myself, emphasizing how loose my shirt was.

“Oh.. I noticed that. What happened? You hit the gym? Oh, you’re trying to impress someone! Do tell!” she asked grabbing my shirt, I could feel the shakiness in her reply, as if it was invading uncharted territory.

I sighed. “I can’t lie to you… I didn’t really want to bring this up but… I forgot to eat. When you left… You can forget that detail. I just want this off my chest, that’s all.” My heart pounded through my chest as I told her.

She pursed her lips and averted her gaze elsewhere. “I’m sorry about that…” she said but I shushed her mouth with my index finger. “You don’t have to… It’s my fault.” I said, trying to save her from recalling what she did. I didn’t want that, I wanted her to know that I’ve been trying. I continued talking, I told her about the things I learned from her, and that I was willing to move forward with my life, I wanted her to keep the details of our break up to herself, so I could evaluate on myself and become a better person. Lastly, I told her that I still loved her up to this very moment, and how it might take a while for it to slowly fade away.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye and I wiped It off with my thumb as I cupped her soft warm cheeks, her hands slowly grabbed mine and slowly guided it to her heart, I felt it pound and of course, I felt her soft breasts as she let me feel it.

“I’m still at fault for letting you go like that… I didn’t even consider how it’d affect you…” her voice croaked and I can’t help but embrace her and rub her back.

“I guess, it’s just like that sometimes, Bianca. Words don’t need to explain everything.” I whispered to her ear as I slowly accepted that we were never getting back together. I have lost the war for her heart and at least I did it with her wrapped around my arms.

She then looked up to me, reaching her arms on my cheek, gently rubbing my stubble. She then pulled my face close to hers as our lips met each other. I hesitated at first, but I’m only human and I still loved her, so as I felt her tongue beg to enter me, I tilted my head and wrapped my tongue against her, tasting her again possibly for the last time. I gripped her waist, slowly sliding my hand to her ass and held it tight pulling her body close to me. This action made her moan while she was inside my mouth and I closed my eyes wishing this moment would never end. Bianca quickly hoisted herself toward me and wrapped her legs on my hips which led me off balance. I quickly regained composure as I blindly led her to the couch and we both crashed on it while she was straddling on my lap.

We almost never had the time for sex, it was either she was too tired or I was and most of the time, she's away for trainings. If I was given the chance to rate all of our sexy moments together, this was possibly one of the best, yet it also is one of the worst, as it was the last one. Our make out session was full of soft kisses on every angle possible, smacking sounds echoed across the room along with soft pants and groans escaping from our mouths. My hands clung on to her ass most of the time, slowly rubbing her soft ass cheeks and stretching it outward during long kisses. She didn't stop me, so I started kissing her chest area as I let her perky nipples peek through her bra.

All I got from her is a smile and a sparkle in her eye saying 'go ahead' and I began to suck it and lick around her nipples, her soft moans felt rewarding as her hand guides my free hand to play with the other one. I hungrily sucked on both her nipples, changing course quickly, giving each of her breasts undivided attention. This went on for quite a while, until she moved back and pushed me back, her hand trailed through my chest, teasingly grazing through my nipples and slid down to my stomach, gripping the hem of my shirt and pulling it upward. All I did was oblige and she lifted my shirt off and tossed it behind her. She then left my chest and grabbed my shoulders, guiding me to rest my back on the couches' arm rest as she crawled towards me, giving my chest a soft kiss, slowly trailing down just below my belly button. Her eyes looked at me and our gazes met, she smiled menacingly as she grips my cock through my pants and slowly rubs it. I let out short and fast pants as she slowly yanked my pants down while I quickly pulled it off my feet and kicked it away.

Her index finger slowly circled around my shaft as she spread my precum around it and moved her mouth and began to devour it whole. My mind began to blur as I let out a huge sigh, my hand moved her hair and tucked it behind her ear. Her warm tongue welcomed my cock as it licked the shaft like an ice cream cone, then started circling around it finishing her act by going deeper into her mouth. Fuck, I wanted to cum so bad but I shouldn't, so as soon as I felt it drawing close, I yanked her hair up. She didn't flinch. I was expecting her to be mad at me, but all she did was flash a wide grin on her face and all I could ever do is slowly get up and quickly push her to the other side of the couch and pin her.

I pressed my whole body into her and my hand quickly unclasped her bra, setting her impressively huge tits free. Grabbing her breast, I quickly leaned into her mouth and kissed her angrily, growling inside her as our tongues clashed inside each other. My hand slowly let go of her chest and my mouth slowly trailed down to her dripping wet pussy, angrily pulling her panties down and tossed it behind me. I started playing with her pussy by giving it soft licks, my tongue barely touching her inner senses, then I applied a little bit pressure, followed by steady repeated licks on one area while my fingers spread open her labia.

I stopped and guided her to sit on the couch properly as I sat next to her, spreading her legs wide and let my fingers enter her, feeling the warmth and tightness of her pussy. I stopped a moan from escaping her mouth as I kissed her while my hands played inside her. I picked up the pace and all she could do was pant and cup my face, letting me kiss her as she moans inside my mouth while I continue to pleasure her using my fingers. I grinned at her and kissed her tits, my heart racing as I felt her getting excited at the effect I have on her right now.

"Oh. My. Fuck. Matt." she moaned in between pants, her voice quavered giving me the motivation to move my fingers faster, as I hear the sound of her pussy and my fingers compliment each other. She arched her back as I steadily pleasured my mouth on her right breast.

"So good.." she whimpered as I felt her wetness in my fingers and moved my lips back to hers, my fingers now moved slowly inside her. She panted and straddled herself on my lap, facing me with lust sparklin on her eyes as she gripped my cock and guided it slowly in her. Her wetness easily drenched my shaft as my mind went hazy when she quickly sat on my cock, letting out a soft yelp as she bounced on top of me. She started it slowly, letting us moan 'haa' at different intervals, as she circles her hips while slowly sitting on my cock. All I could do was open my mouth in pleasure, while looking at her maneuvering my cock like a cowgirl.

My mind will never forget this memory of her, riding on my cock and her tits bouncing in front of me while I held onto her waist. Ever since she picked up her pace, our soft 'haa's turned into loud 'aah's as the sound her ass clapping with my thighs rang on my ears. She continued to bounce as she leaned forward to me, letting our foreheads meet and eyes steadily lock in each other.

"Holy shit, you're still amazing." I whispered and all she could reply was a kiss, another long kiss while my hips met with her bounces. I felt my orgasm close, so I broke the kiss to warn her. "I'm about to c-" she cut me off with another kiss, as I felt my cock release waves of hot cum inside her, feeling her tighten me as we slowly ease the pace until it stopped. As soon as I pulled my cock, I saw her pussy drip down my cum, a smile escaping my face while I pant.

"I guess this is goodbye?" I whispered as I asked her for one last kiss, and she obliged, giving me the closure I needed to move on. Funny story is, we had more steamy sex after that, in the kitchen, on the bed and even on the floor, I even sneaked into her while she showered. But at the end of the day, I managed to delete her name from my contacts, along with unsubscribing on her notifications and washing the sheets she used to sleep on. Later that day, I looked at the sky as her plane flew past the building and took a deep breath. I guess first love never dies, but then again not all first loves are not meant for you.

[freettsonline]

10 Text to Speech Applications for You

Text to speech systems are not unknown — you use it while conversing with Alexa or Apple’s Siri or Google Assistant.

Though previously, it was only used for building accessible apps and speech-powered chatbots, its applications have grown in the last decade like in the area of audiobooks that help people enjoy stories or learn new things while multitasking.

Thanks to its growing popularity in the last decade, there are tons of text to speech (TTS) system providers, making it difficult for you to pick the best tool per your requirements.

That is why I have compiled this list of the best text to speech apps to guide you. This list features premium as well as free apps.

Text to Speech!

Text to Speech! is a text-to-speech app for iPhones and iPads. It produces natural-sounding accurate voices from the input text.

It can produce audio as you type in the text, but it does not support speaking out complete text files.

This app offers 90+ voices in 30+ languages and customization options too.

Pros

Supports most popular languages including English, Chinese, Danish, French, German, Hindi, Italian, Spanish, Swedish, Russian, etc.

Works offline, i.e., without an internet connection, like KNFB Reader.

Cons

Its voices sound less natural, unlike various solutions on this list.

No support for speaking text files or text in pictures, unlike others.

NaturalReader

NaturalReader is an easy-to-use text to speech software that can work with a variety of text files.

It provides 100+ highly accurate and natural-sounding voices in 10+ languages.

Interestingly, you can also upload text files directly from cloud storage platforms like Dropbox, Google Drive, and OneDrive.

It supports most document formats such as PDF, TXT, DOCX, PPTX, ODS, ODT, and non-DRM EPUB. NaturalReader comes in three versions:

Online, Software, and Commercial with Online Premium starting at $9.99/month and Commercial Single starting at $49/month for one user and $10/month for each extra user.

Pros

Supports most document formats such as PDF, TXT, DOCX, PPTX, ODS, ODT, and non-DRM EPUB along with JPEG and PNG, thanks to OCR.

OCR for extracting text from scanned documents (premium only).

Supports correcting or improving the pronunciation of any word.

Cons

A free version is available but with costly upgrades for extra voices.

Free apps are online-only, i.e., they require internet connectivity.

Linguatec Voice Reader

Linguatec Voice Reader is one of the best text-to-speech tools in the market that can easily convert text files into audio streams.

Its most interesting feature is the set of 60+ astonishingly natural-sounding high-quality voices.

You can choose any one of these professional voices to convert your texts into audios.

Linguatec provides high-accuracy transcription solutions, thanks to its four products: Voice Reader Home, Voice Reader Studio, Voice Reader Server, and Voice Reader Web.

Its Home edition costs €49 (approx. US$59) per voice, which may seem very expensive — especially when compared to NaturalReader.

Pros

Studio edition costs €499 (approx. US$ 605) per language, which seems a very reasonable price for unlimited commercial use.

Supports converting a large number of text formats including TXT, RTF, DOCX, DOC, HTM, HTML, MHT, EPUB, PDF, and ODT.

Supports up to 45 different languages including all widely popular languages such as Arabic, Danish, Dutch, English, French, German, Hindi, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin, Russian, Spanish, Swedish, Turkish, etc.

Cons

No free personal version available, unlike NaturalReader.

Provides only one language and one voice in Voice Reader Home.

Capti

Capti is a productivity powerhouse including a text to speech engine, which works online as well as offline.

It provides a natural-sounding listening experience in 20+ languages and integrates with cloud platforms such as Dropbox, Google Drive, and OneDrive, allowing you to upload files directly from them.

Capti Voice — its solution for educators — is a literacy and learning platform. As an educator, Capti Voice lets you help students overcome language barriers with personalized learning and teaching strategies.

Capti Voice can narrate a large variety of text documents such as articles, ebooks, and web pages.

Pros

Supports a host of platforms like Windows, macOS, iOS, and Chrome OS.

Features extracting articles from web pages while skipping all clutter.

Supports numerous text formats including PDF, DOCX, PPTX, EPUB, ODT, FODT, TXT, RTF, JPEG, PNG, and Google Docs, Slides, and Sheets.

Cons

Free account is limited, but it still works for individuals (limitedly).

No pricing info is available for Personal Use Pro and Classroom Use.

Voice Dream Reader

Voice Dream Reader is an impressive text to speech app

Voice Dream Reader is an impressive text to speech application that gives high-quality reading and listening experience.

It offers 200+ voices in 30+ languages (more than the above apps) and features synchronized text highlighting, auto-scrolling, and a distraction-free view which helps you to focus and better comprehend or learn the content.

Pros

Supports numerous languages such as Dutch, English, French, German, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin Chinese, Russian, Spanish, etc.

A cheaper alternative to the above tools costing US$7.99 on the Google Play Store (for Android) and US$14.99 on the App Store (for iOS).

Supports various formats like PDF, EPUB, TXT, RTF, DOCX, and HTML.

Cons

Free version is very limited but supports buying premium voices.

No support for desktop OSs like Windows and macOS, unlike the above tools.

ReadSpeaker

ReadSpeaker offers a range of online and offline text-to-speech solutions for websites, mobile apps, embedded devices, and more.

Surprisingly, it avails 200+ voices in 50+ languages with 90+ self-branded quality voices.

ReadSpeaker offers a host of solutions, so I will focus on its general-purpose solutions.

Pros

Supports a host of languages like Arabic, Cantonese, Mandarin, Dutch, English, French, German, Hindi, Italian, Japanese, Russian, Spanish, etc.

speechCloud API provides a TTS API, unlike other listed solutions.

Cons

No free version available, unlike most solutions on this list.

No pricing info is available for any of its solutions (need to contact).

Speech Central

Speech Central is a superb text-to-speech solution, allowing you to listen to your favorite ebooks, blogs, or web pages.

This app is specially designed for users with disabilities like dyslexia. It also offers features to listen to an article later, check your listening/reading history, and perform handy tasks.

Pros

Allows listening to any web page or ebook that helps at multitasking.

Windows app also allows you to convert text into audio (MP3).

Highly customizable listening and reading experience.

Cons

No support for macOS while it supports Android, iOS, and Windows.

No free trial available for Windows while it is available for Android.

KNFB Reader

KNFB Reader is an easy to use text to speech converter. It is specially built for people with disabilities like low vision, dyslexia, etc.

You can take a picture of any text, and KNFB Reader will read it aloud.

Unlike some other readers, it uses superb image processing technology to capture accurate pictures.

Pros

Offers voices in a range of languages including English, French, German, Italian, Portuguese, Spanish, Swedish, Danish, Russian, etc.

Works offline, i.e., it does not require an internet connection.

Supports converting text to Braille, unlike most other apps.

Cons

No support for macOS while it supports Android, iOS, and Windows.

Very pricey — especially if compared to Speech Central (almost 7-8x).

Panopreter Basic

Panopreter Basic is a simple text to speech converter.

It uses Microsoft TTS voices provided in Windows to convert texts in audio formats like WAV, MP3, OGG, and FLAC formats.

Though the basic version is pretty limited, its premium version allows you to customize text layouts, audio pitch, and volume.

Pros

Its Basic version is freeware, unlike almost all tools on this list.

Cons

Supports only Windows, unlike most other solutions listed here.

The basic version is very limited — misses all the customization options.

The basic version does not support DOCX, but you can copy-paste content.

iSpeech

iSpeech is another text-to-speech voice synthesis software targeted towards developers.

It can help you to convert text to audio like all other applications on this list.

Its interesting features are its APIs and SDKs, making iSpeech a better candidate for developers rather than end-users, unlike other solutions.

Pros

Online app for converting or listening to documents in audio.

Converts to a variety of audio formats like WAV, MP3, WMA, etc.

Cons

Its voices sound a little robotic, unlike many solutions on this list.

No free plan available — requires buying credits for using its app.

No side-by-side reading experience, unlike Speech Central and more.

That is all about the best text-to-speech solutions available in the market.

There are some free options here like NaturalReader, Capti, and more, but most others are only available as paid products.

Did you find what you were looking for? Let me know by writing a comment below.

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Lucio x GN!MC

I don’t have a good title my google doc is named “Nasty Little Man Time”  @bazzpop @malakdevorak Summary: Demanding Feedee Lucio gets whatever he wants ;) 

Content warnings: ~LEMON~,  D/s dynamics, Feedism, messy eating, oral, thigh riding, dirty talk, alcohol

thanks @apprenticeofcups for your lucio eating post because i am...weak. 

Word Count: 2066 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lucio had been whining all day about how hungry he was; it didn’t matter that he had eaten thrice already today. You knew what he meant by the glimmer in his eyes every time he dramatically announced that he was practically wasting away. Your eyes slid down his body as you thought to yourself that it was very apparent he was not. 

You quietly had whispered to the chefs what sort of spread you wanted them to prepare for that evening. They had long since stopped asking questions about your requests, no longer under the assumption that it might be for a celebration or for guests. Lucio’s steadily expanding waistline gave them all the answers they could need. 

It had started so softly, so gently. For Lucio, food was comfort and security. It was something that for so long was hard to come by in his youth, hard won through pain and sweat. For three years he was starving as a ghost, no amount of pain or effort or longing could sate his hunger. Being corporeal again only made his hunger stronger. He was protective of his food, afraid that any bite could be his last or that he would be thrown into hunger once more. He ate voraciously and with passion, oblivious to your lustful eyes watching. 

He caught on eventually, that your wandering hands were more than innocent touches. He noticed the way you would whisper to the chefs and more food would be brought out, just for him. It became a show in his eyes, to have you watch. As time went by he was less worried that any meal could be his last, less insecure about his food, but he was no less voracious and no less hungry. It made you happy, watching him eat, knowing how good being full made him feel (never mind how him being full made you feel). He liked the attention and he liked the food and he liked you, so your arrangement progressed. Now he was demanding food and eating just as voraciously has he had before, less out of insecurity, more out of pleasure. He was safe, he was loved, and he was always hungry for more. 

A spread fit for a Count awaited him in his room. There were trays piled high with meats and cheeses and fruits, and even a tray filled his favorite rare bloody steaks. Not to mention, of course, the trays of sweets, pastries, and puddings that surrounded his plush red bed. Lucio pulled you into the room, letting you fall against his exposed chest. You kissed him deeply as your hands wandered to his waist. 

“Aren’t you eager? Well so am I.” With a smirk, Lucio threw his cape over a chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t really need all of this...restrictive clothing on, wouldn’t you agree?” You nodded, biting your lip and hurrying over to his side. You knelt down, sliding off each one of his boots and placing them neatly next to the bed. Carefully, you undid the strained button on his coat, followed by the even more tense button on his pants. His small, but notable, gut seemed to nearly burst out when the pressures of his clothes were taken away. You shifted slightly, noticing the pressure between your own legs. 

Making quick work of the rest of his disrobing, you neatly piled his clothes on the chair behind you. Lucio was laying naked on the bed, reclined back with one arm behind his head and one gently rubbing his chest. You eagerly grabbed a bunch of grapes and sat on the bed next to him. Lucio sat up and ran his hand through your hair as he kissed you, softly at first, but each kiss was deeper and more passionate than the last. He gave you a soft smile, and a wink, before his demeanor changed. 

“Well? Aren’t you going to feed me?” Lucio’s nose wrinkled as he reclined once more, mouth open expectantly. 

“Yes! Of course, here.” You slid a grape into his mouth, then another, then another. He ate quickly, and you were barely able to keep up. He let out deep moans of pleasure as he ate. When the bunch of grapes was finished, he leaned on his elbow and pointed to some cheese and crackers. 

You kept feeding him with your eyes looking at him nearly as hungrily as he was looking at the food around you. WIth no regard for cleaning himself up, he let crumbs fall over his chest and bed while he chewed. By the time he had cleared the plate your eyes were fixated on his stomach, amazed that he was still eating. The heat between your legs was only amplified at seeing how hard he was getting himself. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice. 

“This is taking too long. Give me that steak, now! If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” You reached over and handed him the plate, and he grabbed a piece of meat with both his hands, ripping off a piece with his teeth. He let the juices flow down his chest and onto his stomach. With each bite he let out what could only be described as an angry snarl. Lucio was a noisy eater, grunting and gasping and growling as he ripped off pieces of meat. He snapped his fingers at you. 

“Are you going to just sit there or are you going to make yourself useful?” 

“ What can I do for you? Please, anything.” Lucio grinned and pointed to another tray of food behind you. 

“Put that a little closer. And when you’ve done that, well, I shouldn’t be having all the fun here, should I?” He let out a bark of laughter and gestured to his fully hard cock. “Enjoy your meal,” he said with a sneer before sinking his teeth back into his bloody steak. Nodding your head you knelt between his thighs and pressed your lips to the tip of his cock. You took his head into your mouth, pressing your tongue against it firmly. Lucio looked down at you with a smirk before throwing back a glass of wine, letting it run out of the corners of his mouth and down his chin. 

You focused your attention on moving your mouth artfully along his shaft, swirling your tongue and cupping his balls in your hand while you worked. When you looked up at Lucio, you could barely see his face past his heavy, full stomach. With renewed intensity you continued to pleasure him with your mouth. Before long you could hardly tell if his gasps and moans were from the plate of sweets or from your tongue. For a brief moment you slid your mouth off of him, and sat up on your knees. He had stopped eating for a moment and was surrounded by empty plates.

“My meal isn’t done until yours is, don’t forget.” His voice was sharp but came out as more of a moan than anything else. With a smile, you leaned back down, slipping him into your mouth. Lucio was practically screaming your name with the pleasure of your tongue and the delicious pain of his fullness. He didn’t last long after that, arching his back and grabbing at the sheets in desperation as he came into your mouth. 

Lucio was breathing heavy, his stomach rising and falling in a way that was mesmerizing to you. You wiped your mouth on the back of your hand and climbed up next to him. His expression softened for a moment, before he wrinkled his nose again. 

“Are you going to just let me sit here covered in crumbs and food like this?” You shook your head, nearly springing out of bed to fetch the pan of water and wet cloth by the dresser. You bit your lip as you ran the wet cloth over his body. You wiped up his stomach and his sides first, before moving on to his chest. With the most delicacy you could, you wiped the wine stains from his chin and the corners of his mouth, leaning in for a kiss when you were done. You looked him in the eyes eagerly for a moment, when he suddenly put his arm around you, pulling you towards him so you were straddling his thigh. 

You pressed one hand against his stomach and he let out a sharp groan. Watching as your hands sunk slightly into his flesh, you let your hips twitch forward for a moment. 

“Oh do you like that?” You bit your lip and nodded, letting yourself rock your hips on his thigh again. “You’ve done this to me you know.” He prodded his gut, letting it jiggle slightly. Your hips steadily rocked against him, which contributed to that. You pressed your hands into his side, steadying yourself, but Lucio let out a low growl that was a mix of pain and pleasure. 

“I was never like this before, but you kept bringing me all this food. What did you think was going to happen?” His face twisted into a sneer as he saw you panting and riding his thigh. You knew how much he demanded but you knew how much you encouraged him. You closed your eyes and focused on the feeling of his soft thigh under you, rubbing against you as you moved yourself against him. The thought of the way he was comfortable eating for you and the security he felt to let his body change to indulge in these moments that you two shared, the feeling of his body underneath you and the thought of his growls as he ripped into food were all swirling in your head. 

“Fuck!” You cried out as you came, hard, shuddering against him. You collapsed by his side, panting. 

The dark demanding demeanor was gone, and Lucio was smiling down at you in earnest. You looked up at him and gave him a gentle kiss while he tucked you under his arm. You put your head on his chest and gently rubbed his full belly. 

“You did good, as usual. Did you enjoy yourself? Everything...okay?” His words were a smooth caress that washed over you as you tried to catch your breath. 

You grinned softly, still exhausted. “Mhmmmm. You did really great too.” You gave his stomach a playful pat before going back to tenderly rubbing it. Lucio practically purred at your touch; he was very sore, but very content. 

“You already knew I was going to give a good show.” Involuntarily, you let out a snort. He was right, though. You leaned over, kissing his cheek gently and then kissing his small double chin, letting your lips sink into it a little. Lucio craned his head back, giving you better access to keep trailing kisses down his neck.

Moving down his chest, you focused your attention more on his stomach, planting gentle kisses along it and giving it a gentle squeeze. Lucio’s eyes fluttered shut and he exhaled through his nose. 

“How do you feel about this?” Lucio’s eyes opened again at your words. 

“It’s good. Your hands always seem to know what I need.”

“I mean, all of this,” you gestured to the empty trays and gave his soft thigh a squeeze. Lucio closed his eyes again, laying back with his arm behind his head. His nose and brow were both scrunched, as he thought. Still slightly uncomfortable with the concept of revealing his emotions, his gaze fell on the wall above your shoulder as he spoke. 

“It feels,” he paused, his expression softening,”soft, hm, safe. I’m not used to any of this but...its good.” He turned over on his side with a groan. That was all you were going to get from him. You laid your head beside his, gently stroking his hair as he buried his face in your chest with an arm around your waist. 

“You are safe, and you are loved.” He let out a deep breath and pulled you in close to him, so that your bodies were flush up against one another. 

 You laid there in bed for a long while in comfortable silence with him,  both thinking about how lucky you were to have each other.

[ib-nightowl]

My Study/School apps

Timetable This app helps me keep track of my timetable and sends me notifications 5 minutes before each class starts so I know where to be.

Gmail My school communicates with us through Gmail, so this one is pretty self explanatory.

Google Classroom Classroom is also accessible through a laptop, tablet or phone and here your teachers create a classroom in which they can submit material, classworks and homeworks; again, this one is so I can connect with my teachers and classes.

Google Docs/Slides/Sheets/Forms Having these apps is great because you can access it from your computer, tablet or phone and you can share, send, edit and create new documents, there’s also an option to have your documents offline so you can work on them even when you don't have internet connection, also it saves every little change you do to a document so you won’t have to rewrite your information; I use these apps to create my documents for school.

Google Drive This app is also accessible from a computer (obviously), and you can create folders to keep your documents organized and it is very easy to upload anything; I use Drive to keep my schoolwork organized by folders and to submit my classworks and important works.

Google Calendar Here important dates from Google Classroom and from shared calendars will appear and when the due date is close you get an alert on your mail or in the app so you can upload your work or simply remember what is due the next day.

Photomath This app lets you use your camera to analyze a math problem and solves it for you, it even gives you a full process so you can understand easily the formulas and topics; I use this app when I’m doing my homework and I don’t really know how to do something and my teacher is not around.

Quizlet I feel like everyone has this app but anyways, Quizlet let’s you see the content other users upload so you can have more notes if you’re lacking them or it can help you understand a topic better, there are also games for study sets and you can create your own study sets so you can study anywhere.

Tiny Cards This app is from the creators of Duolingo, it helps you practice through flash cards of images, this app is great for subjects in which there are a lot of diagrams such as biology.

[cheekaspbrak]

Tiny Blood Vessels

Edit: I uploaded this when I was exhausted last night and like an idiot I forgot to italicize everything I had italicized in google docs and completely forgot to add a trigger warning, oops.

Summary: Richie always knew his mom didn’t like him very much, but not like this. When Richie felt like shit, he knew there was only one person who could make him feel better.

Word Count: 1313

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: Quite a bit of cursing, abuse

I love the “sneaking in through the window” cliche more than I can bear, so of course I had to write a short fic about it. I am super nervous about writing these two cuties so I hope I did okay. I love requests, compliments, and criticisms so message me anytime!

    Eddie was used to the silence that overcame his house at night, but it was still something that kept him awake until late. For some reason, the complete lack of sound made it difficult for him to fall asleep, and maybe it was because it made the house seem eery and dangerous, or maybe it was because he was so used to Richie’s constant talking all day long. Either way, his mom wouldn’t let him put a TV in his room or even a radio because “lack of sleep is unhealthy and can lead to you getting sick, Eddie-bear.” Eddie groaned and rolled over in his bed.

    Tap, tap, tap. He recognized the sound at his bedroom window instantly, eyes shooting open. Tap tap taptaptaptappatpaptaptpap-

    “Fuck!” Eddie said, a little too loud in the still, quiet air of his room. “I’m coming, Jesus.”

    He slipped out of bed and walked over to his window that had his best friend, Richie Tozier, just outside of it. He instantly opened the window and Richie scrambled in, leg dragging over the edge of the windowsill like he didn’t know how to use his limbs. Honestly, he really didn’t. He had grown so fast recently that he was still getting used to his newfound height. Eddie huffed when Richie was able to stand up in front of him, much taller. Why did he get to grow so much and Eddie was stuck in his pint-sized body? He looked at the taller boy with annoyed, furrowed eyebrows.

    “What do you want?” He sighed, unable to see the boys usual goofy expression in the dim light.

    “I’m sorry,” was all Richie said in response, his voice cracking a little at the end. He shifted to sit down on Eddie’s bed, moonlight spreading over his face. Eddie realized that he was not his normal, silly self but rather sullen instead. He wasn’t looking at Eddie, focusing on something across the room, and his eyelashes were stuck together with tears. Richie drew in a long, shaky breath.

    As close as they were, Eddie had only seen him cry once before, when Stan had called him annoying one too many times in a row. They had been walking through the woods, on an adventure of some sort, when Eddie turned around and realized Richie was gone. He hadn’t even made a sound or snide comment, he just disappeared. When he found him, he was sitting with his back pressed against a large boulder and the heels of his hands pressed against his eyes. Eddie crouched next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, and Richie started mumbling about how he was so annoying and pretty soon no one would want to be around him. Eddie told him to quit being a dumbass because everyone in the group loved him and that was enough to make Richie smile.

    This, though, was different. Richie looked like he was on another planet; he hardly seemed to notice when Eddie sat down next to him.

    “What happened, Rich?” His voice was so soft, and Richie stayed still for so long he wasn’t sure he had heard it. But then fresh tears started to flow from his eyes and he looked at Eddie for the first time.

    “I….I don’t know,” The sob that came out of his throat made Eddie’s heart break into a million tiny pieces. He reached over to click on the small light that sat on his nightstand.

    That was when he saw the bruise blooming over his left cheek, purple already. Eddie knew that bruises were caused from blood vessels breaking underneath the skin and that meant someone had hit Richie, hard enough to cover nearly half his cheek in tiny, broken blood vessels. Without even thinking, his hand jumped up to hold his cheek. Richie’s lips curled down against his will, a strangled noise in his throat as he tried to stop himself from crying.

    “Eds-”

    “You can cry,” Somehow Eddie knew that was the right thing to say, and the floodgates opened. Sobs moved his body and he curled towards Eddie, his hand finding the other boys shirt and holding on for dear life. The smaller boys hands covered his.

    “Hey,” he whispered. “You can stay the night.”

    Richie, as though he had been waiting for this, unbuttoned his uncomfortable jeans and tugged them off, sliding under Eddie’s sheets. Looking down at him, Eddie felt his stomach twist. He knew that this friendship had gone far beyond a friendship, and sleeping in each others beds? That seemed like it was one step too far, but Richie looked so helpless, laying on his side with his curls flying every which way. Eddie climbed back into bed after turning off the light.

    “What happened?” He asked again, facing his freckled friend. He felt long fingers grab onto his, squeezing.

    “I don’t know,” he answered for the second time, but continued. “My mom...she was mad at me again. As usual. But then- then she started saying all this shit about how I should’ve been a girl. That I probably would’ve been quieter or something. And… it hurt so I said some shitty comment back. And she hit me. Like, really fucking hit me.”

    Richie talked slow, like he was telling the story as it happened. Eddie could feel his hands shake when Richie’s eyes met his. He was crying again and Eddie just wanted to make it stop.

    “She didn’t even open-hand slap me. She punched me.” He still looked like he was in shock. He flinched a bit when Eddie’s fingertips brushed over the bruise on his cheek and he curled in on himself. Eddie’s hand instead settled on the side of his neck, the thumb stroking over his cool skin. Richie’s breathing started to become sharp and jagged and Eddie shoved his curly head underneath his chin until he could feel his nose bump up against his collarbone. Eddie felt like he was going to fucking die being so close to Richie like this but also from hearing his sobs as he pressed his face further into his neck.

    “Rich…” he trailed off. He had no words for a situation like this.

    “Please tell me you won’t ever leave me because I….I talk too much.”

    Both of their breathing stopped. A million things raced through Eddie’s mind while he was staring straight ahead with his hand holding Richie’s head in place.

    “'Chee, oh my god,” He paused and laughed. “Richie there is nothing I enjoy more than hearing your voice constantly buzz in my ear. I never want you to shut up, even when I tell you I want you to shut up. Please, don’t ever shut up.”

    Richie moved against him, tousled head of curls rising to reveal brown, wide eyes. Eddie let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding when he saw the all-too-familiar grin on his face. For a few seconds, a thick feeling settled in the air around them. It was sweet, and timid, and gentle, and Eddie wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever but simultaneously wanted it to go away. He looked at Richie’s lips and thought oh, fuck before moving closer, briefly surprised to see Richie moving closer too, and connected their lips. It was a very quick kiss compared to all the ones he’d seen in movies, but the way Richie giggled told him it wasn’t a bad one.

    “I fucking love your laugh, you absolute dork.” Eddie whispered as he pressed a kiss to said dorks soft hair.

    “I fucking love you.” He returned, moving impossibly closer. Eddie only hummed in response, wrapping his arms entirely around his lanky lover, and squeezed him tight.

    Eddie had never slept more soundly. The gentle murmurs Richie made in his sleep made his room feel like a much more comforting place.

[siphonophoresupernumerary]

Non-primes for the writer asks

1. Something magic, something science, something fun, something less than pious

4. 3 in 1, I've got a world within which I can place three current projects, one of heroes, one of chocolate, one of the strange

6. I'm not good at finishing/pacing myself in detail

8. That's a very good question, though the only bit of actual heartfelt dialogue I've written was stolen from me (like the paper on which I wrote it on was stolen (and probably burned now))

9. Nothing I write is "hard" for me, but that might well be because I'm not pushing my boundaries

10. Easiest was "Chronicles of the Demon King" which encompassed 3 (complete) books and 2 incomplete stories

12. I don't know about that. Probably something from Dirk Gently

14. To plan everything out before you start writing

15. All of them! But more specifically the hero one (has to do better than DC amiright?)

16. Johnrezi (historically I suck at writing relationships, but we'll see how things go)

18. Google Docs, Google Slides, Google Sheets, my computer notes app, my phone notes app, sticky notes, journals, and plain paper

20. All by myself!

21. Never published! Didn't know how, didn't know where, and wasn't allowed until like, 2 weeks ago

22. Drake sat in the passenger compartment of a transport ship, one of only several hundred in existence. Space transports were extremely expensive to manufacture and a lot of the technology used in them had not been approved for public use so flying cars were still not a real thing, and besides, it was illegal.

Drake had been in a space transport once before when his parents had paid for him to go to space camp among the colonies around the earth. The trip back to earth was taken in an escape pod when the sector had caught fire and several parts exploded. Of the original 457 participants, 386 escaped. It was the most recent and worst catastrophe in the 21st century not involved in the third world war.

Last time Drake had been on a space transport he was having a great time, he was with some friends (who all survived the fire), he was on his way to space, and he was on his way to a fun vacation camp.

This time things were different. Drake was on his way back to earth, he was with his sister and a whole bunch of kids he’d never seen before, and he was basically being sent to his death.

The thing is that the earth was infested with monsters. Thin, black, indestructible, and ancient monsters from a civilization that time forgot until explorers accidentally released them in a blunder that would throw the future (which is very predictable due to the world’s great progress in all things worth getting better at) to the winds of fate.

24. See 21

25. A beta? (Only betas I know are fish and sburb)

26. Beta...? Oh! I go by BlaiddBeta on Steam, does that count?

27. Would be nice, but my attempts haven't gotten off the ground

28. Uh... Diane Duane...?

30. Sure

32. It's got a place in the world, I don't create it

33. Don't do bad drugs people, I guess

34. Absolutely no clue what that means :)

35. Yeah

36. I only know about A03 so

38. One time I had an acquaintance read "Interplanar" and that was a good thing

39. Not really, but it provokes thought

40. Y'all don't know what this means but ;)

Samantha slammed her fist on the ancient console, two cubes of tungsten popping into existence and clattering to the stone floor.

"Why is it still falling? We sent them the materials they needed to fix this!"

Herin tilted their head in a shrug, crawling over to get a better look at the monitors.

"They've misapplied the sealing foam, they didn't have enough in the end"

Samantha groaned and covered her face with a hand

"Any change in the collision trajectory?"

"It should strike the school in 1 hour"

Samantha spun around and conjured up a radio and began to add modules and several batteries, the materials appearing out of nothing.

An LED flicked on and Samantha yelled into the microphone

"There is a space station on a collision course with the school, get out of there now!"

------

Over the school's PA a voice crackled, telling the occupants to get out, and had this message happened on a day that was not today they might have been able to listen.

This was not that day.

The Angel, her fists bloodied and with red spattered across her wings stalked across the cafeteria to the small group of people armed with various weapons one might expect to find in the apocalypse. None had proved very useful.

Behind the bloody Angel lay a demon clutching his stomach, lying in a small pool of red blood turning black. Another demon stood over him, her skin burning red and with sightless sets of yellow eyes, and behind them lay an angel with shadows clutching her neck.

"Leave us alone!" Andrew yelled brandishing a shovel

"No" the Angel said simply

Andrew disappeared and then reappeared over and over again in the act of whacking, landing blow after blow until she lashed out with a clear green energy and Andrew fell to the floor his chest slashed up

"It sounds like this blasted school is soon to be destroyed" the angel smiled, "now the question is whether you'll be in here or with me when it is."

Nobody moved

"If that's how it's-" she began before being engulfed in a stream of fire from Drake

"Quick! The windows!" He yelled straining to increase the temperature

A hail of gunfire shattered a few windows and there was a mad dash for them

A second later Drake fell, his arms scratched up heavily

The Angel darted forward after the ones who were cutting their arms and shoulders on broken glass in their haste.

"No. You. Don't" she yelled, grabbing a chubby girl by the leg and throwing her back before grabbing a boy and doing the same to him

A fist connected with her shoulder with the force of a train, sending her flying back at a wall, but before she could hit it the shadows jumped forward, catching her.

The boy who punched her punched the wall, opening a hole barely large enough to squeeze through. He winced and punched it two more times before pushing people through the wider hole.

Almost everyone was out now, besides the 4 unconscious bodies.

The Angel ran to the windows and lashed out at them as they ran, cutting their backs as if with a whip, but they had escaped.

She snarled and turned in time to see Drake patching up Andrew.

"You!" She yelled, lunging for them, but they vanished before she could reach them, the other two bodies disappearing shortly later.

She stood, fists clenched, in the middle of the ruined cafeteria. Before turning to face her .

"They'll pay later. Let's get out of here. As much as I hated this place I don't want to be destroyed with it."

The red demon lifted the bleeding demon and the shadows enveloped the other Angel and followed her out.

---

Samantha watched as the station hit the atmosphere and began to burn. Her shoulders slumped and she sat back on a chair she'd created for herself.

She crossed her arms on the desk and put her head down. Defeated.

"There's a good chance they escaped" Herin said, their animated expression glitching on their screen face. "Your radio functioned perfectly"

"Just leave me alone" she groaned "I'll find them in a bit, just let me sit here..."

Herin stared at her for a beat before crawling away to talk to the other Datans about this.

[addierose444]

College Organization: Part I

I am obsessed with systems so I thought I would share my current school organization system. This post was a lot of fun to write and ended up being pretty long. As a result, I broke it into two parts. In this part, I will be going over how I organize my notes, handouts, and digital files. In the second part, I will be explaining how I manage my tasks and schedule. 

Color-Coding:

On the most basic level, my things are organized by class. To make this easier I have designated colors for each class. I use this color-coding system throughout my organizational system from my calendar to file management. I have been color-coding classes since at least freshman year of high school. Over the years, my color-coding system has not changed much. That means that I instantly associate each class with the corresponding color. Here is my current color-coding system:

MTH 111: Light Blue

FRN 120: Purple

CSC 102/103: Orange

EGR 100: Dark Blue

FYS 193: Pink

Paper Organization:

Let me start off by saying that the vast majority of my organizational system is digital. The papers that I do get live in a ½-binder. Inside the binder, I have a divider for each class (except for computer science that has zero handouts). I also keep some college ruled paper in the front of my binder. Within each section, my papers are organized in chronological order. When I get home from class each day, the first thing I do is hole-punch and file away new papers. For my math class, I get two worksheets per class. For that reason, I have a 1-inch binder just for math. I leave that binder in my room. Within my math binder, I use dividers to organize my papers by type (classwork, written assignments, check-ins, and exams). As the semester progresses, I will likely start storing old handouts for other classes in my room in binders. 

Note-Taking:

I take most of my notes digitally. The main exception is French because we are not allowed to use our technology. I instead use a small notebook that I got for free during the first week of school. I prefer digital note-taking because I can access my notes across all of my devices and can avoid lugging around heavy notebooks. Also, it is easy to incorporate images and add color. 

For digital note-taking, I primarily use Microsoft OneNote on my iPad (6th generation) with the Apple Pencil (1st generation). Using my iPad allows me to handwrite notes, but still have digital notes. OneNote is awesome because it is free! OneNote allows you to combine typed text, handwritten notes, and other digital media. 

Within OneNote, I have a notebook for personal notes, old notes, and current notes. Within the current notes notebook, I have a color-coded section for each class. The first page in each section is the syllabus. For MTH 111, I have a page for each chapter and subpages for each lecture and textbook reading. For CSC 102, I have a new page for each powerpoint presentation. For classes where it is more discussion-based than lecture-based, I either focus on the discussion by not taking notes (FYS 193) or take notes and respond to discussion questions in Google Docs on my laptop (EGR 100). 

Readings:

I do many of my readings in OneNote so that I can keep them organized and easily annotate them. I either import pdfs or use the OneNote Clipper in Google Chrome. I have also gotten some required books as ebooks for my Kindle. I can then highlight passages and add notes. From Goodreads, I can more easily look at the highlights and notes I have made on my Kindle. 

Digital File Management:

Through Smith, you can get Office365 for free. That being said, I do most of my work with Google Suite products like Docs, Slides, Sheets, and Sites so using Google Drive makes the most sense for backing up and organizing all of my files. I have a color-coded folder for each class and one for this blog. In general, files are just in their class folder. For EGR 100, I have subfolders for each of our design scenarios. I like to name files by what they are rather than what they are about. I also include either the date or number. As an example, I have a document called “Reading Response 4” and another called “HW 3”. Since Drive is a Google product searching for files is really easy. 

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Out of Order Love

Chapter Seven: Shenanigans

Summary: It was meant to be a fun time in Vegas. Spending time with the best friend and celebrate getting done with college to turn the page to a new chapter in life. If only (Y/N) realized she would be turning a few extra pages by accidentally marrying her favorite actor.

Word Count: 1890

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I watch as Tom and Harrison run ahead of Emily and I and fling themselves on the display beds in Bed, Bath, and Beyond. I sigh and glance at her.

Emily is shaking her head next to me. "How old are they?" She laughs sarcastically as an employee walks over to the boys to scold them.

"Five," I muse, Emily looks at me in amusement. I smile at her before we lean together and look at the long list of things that Tom and I needed for the new place. It hadn't taken us very long to sign the papers and get the keys for the place. My family was excited, and that meant packing all of my things and trying to get everything in place at the same time. Today was a day of making sure we had everything else we needed to stage the "perfect home" not only for our friends and family, but the press too.

"So, is he paying for everything or...." Emily asks, voice trailing.

"Well," I nod at her to follow me into the bedding section. "You know my mom. Even after I told her not to say anything to my family she goes and tells my aunt, who tells my grandma, who tells my aunt on my dad's side." I give Emily a sideways glance, "Now my whole family knows that I got married. I've been getting Facebook messages, text messages, and phone calls about it and over the past few days I have been receiving cards and letters-"

"All with a little bit of cash since you didn't have a shower?"

"Yup, so Tom paid for a lot of the bulkier stuff, I helped with what I had left of my school funds and what we got in the mail." I walk away from my cart and stare up at the different colored comforters, "Now we are here."

"Am I allowed to ask about all the choices of furniture? Like the king-sized bed?" Emily wiggles her eyebrows at me making me chuckle.

"Well, Tom and I had originally just planned to buy the two beds for the upstairs, that was until his family decided that they were all coming when they bring a majority of his things."

"Oh, shit. They don't know either do they?"

"Nope, we kept it to the people we talked about in the beginning, so they are coming down in a week and are bringing Tessa. They plan to stay for the week, help us unpack, and then they are heading north to see the sights. I don't know if any of his brothers will stay with us while their parents go up north or if they all will go up too. It's going to be interesting." I sigh, stretching my arms over my head.

"I mean," Emily moves to the other side of me, pulling a light and dark blue comforter from the shelf for us to look at. "He did meet your parents and passed with flying colors, meet your close group of friends and basically got accepted into the group without a problem. Why would you be nervous about this?"

"Easy," I take the comforter in my hands and place it in the cart. I look over at Tom and Haz who are laughing while looking at sheets a few rows away, "It's been awhile since I've had to meet a significant other's parents, and I'm a little nerve wracked by it." Emily puts her head on my shoulder, looking up at me in a way I know is her way of telling me I'll be fine. I sigh and pull her into a side hug. "I don't know, Em. You know what I'm feeling, right?" She nods and squeezes me. I let out an annoyed groan and let her go, only to be grabbed by someone else causing me to squeak.

"That was definitely not the noise I thought you would make, darling." Tom coos in my ear causing me to roll my eyes and place my hand on top of his.

"Are you two done playing so we can go back to our shopping?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow even though I know he can't see it.

He groans behind me and places his forehead to my shoulder. "You're no fuuuuuuuuuun."

I giggle and squeeze his hands. "Poor baby," I hum. Tom's lips brush my shoulder that isn't covered by my shirt causing the heat to rise in my cheeks.

Emily smiles widely in front of me and sees my distress. "Alright, lovebirds, you two need to finish your shopping. Is there anything that Haz and I can shop for that is already specifically chosen?"

"I can send you the list since it's on google docs." I pat Tom's hands to tell him to let go; however, instead he keeps on arm around me and grabs my phone out of my back pocket for me. "Getting handsy there, Holland?" I smirk as I take my phone from him, he stays silent but I can feel him smiling against my skin. I type out a quick email and share it to Emily before the two of them leave to go find the baking and cooking supplies, hand in hand. I sigh and look back up at the comforters with Tom still holding me to his chest. "Can I ask why we are still like this?"

"Some paparazzi followed us in." I stiffen in his arms, his thumb begins to rub my hand that is now between his. "Relax, just cameras, and I told the employees that if they get too close to ask them to leave. I don't need you to worry about them."

"Me?" I turn my head toward him, his nose brushing against my cheek.

"Yes, I don't want you to have to worry about them when you have other things on your mind. Which reminds me," He loosens his grip on me and turns me in his arms so I'm facing him. "You're worried about meeting my family? My family already loves you, why are you worried?"

"Your family," I slide my arms around his neck, "doesn't even know me. How can you say they like me-"

"I did say love, not like, darling." He chuckles, but quickly looks down bashfully. "And it may be because I have been sending them short videos of some of our more interesting conversations."

"Like what?" I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Like when you and I were cuddled in the basement and we found that spider..." He begins to chuckle.

"Tom that was embarrassing!" I bury my face into his shoulder.

"I captioned the video 'my knight in fuzzy pants.'" He chuckles.

"I hate you." I laugh, placing my head on his chest to hide my blushing cheeks.

"No you don't, love. Besides, there were other videos,"

"Which you will show me when we get home, yes?" He smiles and nods before pressing his lips to mine. It's soft and sweet. Once he pulls away I lean forward again and peck his lips before taking a step back and get him back at the task at hand. "Alright, Holland, what color do you want for the master bedroom?"

Later that evening, Tom plops down next to me in my room with his Mac Book in hand.

"Alright, love, are you ready to see what I have sent my family to make them love you?"

"Honestly, I am afraid, but that never stopped me from watching quality content." Tom looks down at me with a raised eyebrow. "Oh my god, just play it." Tom laughs above me as he pulls me more into his side and plays the first video titled 'Pool Shenanigans.'

The video shows Jamie's pool, and all of us except him in it. I am sitting on the ledge when Chris pushes me in from behind with his foot.

"You brat!" I get out of the pool with Chris' water gun in hand and chase him around the edge of it until I manage to push him in. "HA!" I throw my hands in the air before yelling "Geronimo!" and throw myself into the pool while everyone laughs.

"Oh gosh," I laugh as I cover my face.

"Don't worry, (Y/N), they get better from here."

The next video is shot from the entrance of the living room, I am currently laying on the floor.

"What are you doing, love?" Tom asks concerned, chuckling slightly.

"Laying on the floor." I say matter-of-factly.

"I can see that, why are you laying on the floor?"

I shrug and look at him. I cross my eyes at him making him laugh. "I make you laugh a lot, I've noticed that, ever since we met."

"That's because you're easy to talk to and a dork."

"Yeah, but so are you." I let out a sigh, "Actually the reason I'm on the floor was because I was hot from being outside so I laid on the floor, but my knees locked up so I can't get up and have been waiting for you to get out of the shower to help me."

Tom snorts from behind the phone. "Okay one sec," the video pauses at me laughing harder on the ground.

"That was 'A Regular Morning.'" Tom laughs.

I groan. "Why did you send these again?"

"So, my family knows what I see on a daily basis."

The next video is the spider video. Tom and I had been downstairs watching Spiderman: Homecoming of all things when a spider had come straight down from the ceiling, the video cuts to me yelling at Tom.

"You're the guy, you're supposed to kill the spider-"

"That FUCKER is HUGE! I'm not going near that!"

"Ohmygod, just watch it, I'll be back" I turn and leave Tom by the couch.

"YOU'RE GOING TO LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE?!" I come back with a shoe and quickly squash it while letting out a scream. "My hero~"

"Can it, Holland. I could have died!" I walk back over to the couch and the screen goes black.

"I swear to God, Tom." I cackle into his chest. His arm tighten around my shoulders laughing with me.

"My family loved that video." He clicks a few more buttons then pulls up another one, "This is from today."

"Oh god." I wheeze.

"Tom," The video turns toward me. "What if we moved all the furniture in this set one inch to the left?"

"Love, no."

"Love, yes!" I whisper but only look at the furniture. "Never mind, that's mean." Tom laughs behind the camera. Next, it cuts to me laying on a couch with Haz at the other end. "We are testing it." Again, Tom laughs and the video skips.

Haz is now heard. "Mate, look at (Y/N)."

The camera turns to me laying on the bed in a 'draw me like one of your French girl' poses before Emily jumps on the bed with me causing me to say loudly, "NO! You've ruined the moment!"

"Why did you send these to your family?" I laughed, shaking my head against his chest.

"Because." He muses.

"That's not a good answer. What was this one called?"

"Furniture store fun."

"I should have taken video of you and Haz jumping on those beds in Bed, Bath, and Beyond."

Part 8