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Teacher's Pet, part II

Joel Miller x virgin f!reader

Summary: Joel gives you a few more lessons and a few more feelings start to surface. (Picks up right where part one left off so I recommend reading that first!)

Warnings: unbalanced power dynamics, virgin!reader, neighbor/bff/more experienced! Joel, age gap, oral (m!receiving), fingering, thigh riding, dirty talk, ungodly amount of pet names, unprotected sex, virginity loss (it's the real deal this time), he's back and more annoying than ever but still just as sweet, disgustingly fluffy at times, reader has hair he can run his fingers through but no other physical descriptions, no use of y/n

w/c: ......10.5k I am so sorry

a/n: It's here! I kept changing my mind with how I wanted this to go so hopefully I landed on something good. I'm absolutely still blown away by the amount of love and support you guys gave on part one :'))) you are all incredible. Hoping and praying this one lives up to everyone's expectations

Part One

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"Well, excuse the fuck outta me" he huffs, but the feigned offense  is betrayed by the way he’s positively beaming down at you.  "I'm about to give you the best fuckin' lay of your life, and here you are makin' fun of me." "The best fuckin' lay of my life? I haven’t even had one lay. Don't exactly have anything to compare it to." "Yeah, well, trust me. Best you're ever gonna get.” "That's some big talk, cowboy. Let's see if you can live up to that."

Getting on your knees for Joel Miller wasn’t exactly on your agenda for today. 

Not that you’re really complaining. 

He doesn’t look bad from this angle, you have to admit.  His chest looks broader from where you are on your knees in front of him, if that’s even possible. His hair is messy and tousled from where your fingers pulled and tugged with a pretty red flush spreading down his neck and chest, and the soft curve of his belly looking positively sinful. 

“First lesson is how to take a man’s pants off,” Joel starts. “Think you can handle that? Or do you need a demonstration first?” 

You scowl up at him, his words pulling you out of your transfixation on his body. 

“Shut up,” you hiss. “I can take your pants off.” 

He grins and raises an eyebrow. 

“Yeah? Go on then. Show me.”

You roll your eyes but take a steadying breath, trying your best to calm your pounding pulse and trembling fingers as you reach up for his belt buckle. The metallic jingle has your heart fluttering in your chest, and you make quick work of the rest, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans until they’re hanging open in front of you.

You stop for a moment and glance up at him. He’s looking down at you, a soft encouraging smile playing on his lips. 

“S’okay, baby. Keep goin’,” he murmurs, nodding his head once. 

You give him a small nod and a tight swallow around the lump in your throat, dropping your gaze back to the task at hand. Gently, gingerly, you hook your fingers in the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down simultaneously. 

A tiny, barely audible gasp escapes you when his cock springs free and bobs heavily in front of you. 

“Jesus Christ,” you whisper, too stunned to stop the words from slipping out. 

“Just Joel if fine, actually.” 

You barely even register his jab and you definitely don’t have the bandwidth to come up with any kind of witty comeback right now, your mind too busy processing the sight before you. Sure, you’ve seen plenty of dicks before, the internet can be a magical place. But this, in person, up close and so real, is an entirely new experience. 

He's big, thick, heavy, and long with a slight upward curve. The tip is flushed a deep pink, shiny with smeared precome with more beading at the slit. A few thin veins run from his base to his tip up the length in a twisting pattern, the dark hair at his base neatly trimmed. And he’s hard, so much so that it looks nearly painful and your stomach flutters know that you're the one who did that to him.

"You can touch it, y'know." Joel says softly after a few moments of silence. "It ain't gonna bite."

"Oh my god" you groan, bringing up a hand to scrub down your face as he pulls you out of your awe. 

"Again, just Joel is fine."

He laughs proudly at his own joke and you drop your hands in your lap and stare up at him in disbelief. 

"Oh c'mon! You walked right into that one, no need to get all-"

He cuts himself off with a hiss, the air escaping between his teeth and his head falling back as your hand wraps around him, squeezing just a little too tight to be pleasant. He staggers half a step backward, hips jerking away from your grip.

"You were saying?'' you ask sweetly, grinning up at him.

"Fuckin' christ, woman. You're tryin' to get me off not break it off"

You loosen your grip a little but keep your hand still and look at him with expectant eyes, waiting for further instruction. It's not that you don't know what to do, you just don't know how to do it well. How to do it for him.

You want to do well for him.

The realization should alarm you, scare you even. But you find it only spurs you on, only makes the want burning inside of you even more potent and pressing. You want to make him moan, gasp, make his body writhe beneath your touch. You want him to be breathless, shivering, and panting with pleasure. You want to make him come undone, just like you did for him.

"Okay" he starts, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. "Lesson two is learning what he likes. Everyone's a lil different, but the basics are the same."

The nerves in your gut twist almost painfully, the anxiety of it all getting you half a second away from tapping out. 

But your decision is set in stone when he drops his hand to yours where it’s wrapped around him, giving a light squeeze before he starts to gently guide your movements. 

"Start slow,” he starts, a light strain tainting the edges of his voice. “Nice and gentle. Wanna work up to it."

You nod and watch, focused intently as if you were actually a student in class as the head of his cock disappears and reappears in your fist. His hand covers yours nearly entirely as he drags it up and down while you try and memorize where he squeezes a little tighter, when he swipes his thumb over the head. 

“Can give a little twist at the top,” he murmurs, voice low as he demonstrates what he means. “There you go, baby. Just like that,” he sighs when you do the same. 

Once satisfied, he removes his hand, letting you take control. You continue to pump him, trying to replicate the movements he just showed you. His cock is a warm, heavy weight in your hand, twitching and pulsing every now and then when you twist your wrist just right or swipe your thumb over his head like he showed you, collecting and spreading his precome to ease your strokes. 

Your confidence builds with each stroke and soon enough you start to experiment with your pace, switching between faster and slower. He gently rocks his hips in time with your hand, unable to resist thrusting forward just slightly.

The fire inside you burns even hotter at the shaky breath that he lets out above you, heat spreading through your veins like wildfire before settling low in your belly, your core aching and pulsing with it. 

"This good?" you ask concerned, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He lets out a breathless chuckle and looks down at you with heavy lidded eyes.

"Yeah, honey. Real good," he rasps, a small smile spreading across his lips.

You match his smile, biting your lip and basking in his praise, a warm, gooey feeling spreading outwards from your heart to the tips of your fingers and toes. It's like he has a direct link to the inner workings of your brain and body with how effortlessly he can make you melt, with just a soft, easy smile and a few well chosen words.

"Should I...do you want my mouth?" you ask, glancing between his flushed, leaking cock and his hooded eyes.

"God yes, baby. J-just start slow. Lick the tip, get a feel for it. Don't try to take too much right away," he instructs, his voice constricting more and more with each word. 

"So I shouldn't try to fit all of your giant cock in my mouth on my first go?" you quip, raising a brow.

"Please don't" he chuckles. "Don't want ya pukin’ all over the place. Might kill the mood," he adds with a grin.

You shake your head and let out a light laugh, the sound trailing off into a content hum when he brings his hand to the top of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair, dull nails scratching lightly at your scalp.

"You're ridiculous," you sigh, leaning into the touch.

"You love it."

You do, so, so much.

"Now c'mon. You've got work to do," he teases, his hand gently tugging at your hair.

You comply easily enough, leaning forward and tenderly swiping your tongue across the slit, licking up the precome that's gathered there. He hisses, a rush of hair pushing past his clenched teeth as  his cock twitches in your hand, a fresh bead of precome forming. 

With your confidence renewed by his reaction, you do it again, pressing your tongue flat against the slit and swirling it slowly around his swollen tip all while your hand still works him at a steady pace. 

Emboldened, you take it a step further and close your lips around him, sealing them around the head to give him a slow, experimental suck. The groan he rewards you with has sparks shooting down the length of your spine.

"That's it. Good girl. Just like that," he pants, fingers tugging and tightening in your hair.

His praise washes over you in another wave of warmth, a feeling akin to a full-body shiver that has goosebumps breaking out over your skin. It strokes your ego, pride and confidence filling you as his soft moans and grunts fuel the fire burning in your belly.

Encouraged by the way he’s already falling apart, you take him a little deeper. It’s only a few inches but your lips are already stretched wide, a slight ache already settling in your jaw from how wide it's being forced open. 

You keep your tongue flat against the underside of his cock while you start to bob your head, trying to match the pace of your hand. But the motions are new and unfamiliar, your movements clumsy and uncoordinated and when he hits the roof of your mouth, your gag reflex kicks in forcing you to pull off quickly, coughing and sputtering.

"Easy. Easy," Joel soothes, his fingers scratching at your scalp again. "Try to breathe through your nose. And don't don't force it, yeah? Feels good, just the way you were doin' it."

"Sorry," you apologize sheepishly, looking up at him through your lashes.

"Ain't nothing to be sorry for. S’your first time. It takes practice. Now, c'mon. Try again. Nice and easy. And if this man tries to-"

But you're not in the mood for another Joel Miller Life Lesson, especially when he’s about to mention the other man who's name you can barely even remember anymore. 

Thankfully, his words dissolve into a groan when you take him back in your mouth, your lips wrapping around his sensitive head, tongue flat where it slowly glides down the underside of his cock as you take him deeper. 

The ache in your core is quickly growing more and more incessant. You can still feel the ghost of his fingers and tongue on you, your inner thighs wet and sticky with the memory. And the sinful sounds he’s making, whispered curses between breathy moans and grunts, are not exactly helping your case. 

You manage to take a little more, his thick cock stretching your mouth wider, forcing your jaw open even further. You gag slightly around him again but you’re determined to push through it this time. YOu squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in harshly through your nose as saliva dribbles past the tight seal of your mouth and drips onto your hand, your fist diligently pumping what you can't take.

He responds with a low, guttural groan, his hips jerking forward, chasing after the sensation of your throat convulsing around him. 

You're still only a little over halfway down and it's a quick realization that you'll never be able to get it all down your throat. Maybe you can try and practice, but it’s practically a pipe dream to even think about getting his whole cock into your throat without choking to death on it.

But that's a problem for another day. 

For the next time. 

For now, you hollow out your cheeks and suck as you pull back, tongue swirling along the underside until his cock leaves your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting your swollen, spit-slicked lips to his glistening tip. 

You use your hand to spread the wetness, mixing it with the precome that's leaking steadily from the flushed head. The smooth glide allows you to speed up your pace as you look up at him through your lashes, trying to gauge his reaction.

He's staring down at you with hazy, lust blown eyes, his jaw hanging open, panting heavily.

"How am I doing, Professor?" you tease with an innocent smile. A lazy grin slowly spreads on his face in return.

"You’re a fuckin’ natural, baby," he mumbles, his hand moving from where it's tangled in your hair to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over the apple of your flushed cheek, "My good girl."

And maybe, most likely, the words slipped out unintentionally, the heat of the moment forcing out things that he doesn’t really mean. But all the alarms and sirens in your head warning yourself to not fall too deep into this trap that is Joel Miller with his pretty words and sweet praises and soft smiles are all dead silent right now. There’s not a single part of your brain that’s trying to resist him right now. You doubt you could even if you wanted to. 

Because he just called you his girl. 

His.

To say you’re fucked would be the understatement of the century. 

You hum, pressing your cheek into his palm, wanting, needing, craving more. More of his touch, his taste, his warmth, his cock, his praise. So you take him back in your mouth with a renewed determination, spurred on by his words, wanting to prove to him that he's right, that you are his good girl. Determined to show him that you can make him feel good, that you can please him, that he'll want more of you, need more of you.

And judging by the way his grip on your hair is almost painful, his thighs trembling as he holds himself still, fighting the urge to jerk his hips forward and shove his cock down your throat, you'd say you're doing a damn good job

"Makin’ me feel so good, baby. So fuckin' good," he pants when you take him a little deeper.

You whine quietly around him as you press your sticky thighs together. White hot heat pooling low in your belly, your neglected cunt throbbing and aching, slick, wet, and messy. 

You squirm in your spot, rubbing your thighs together and grinding down on nothing in desperate search for the slightest bit of friction. You pray that the movement is subtle enough for Joel not to notice. 

As if that’s possible.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Joel starts, his tone annoyingly saccharine and condescending as he smirks down at you. “Did we forget somethin’ important?” 

Another small whimper is all you can muster, too focused and preoccupied with the way his thick length is filling your mouth, the weight and taste of him on your tongue dizzying and addicting. 

“Well look at that,” he coos, his hand leaving your hair and sliding down your cheek to cradle your  jaw. He swipes swiping over your bottom lip that’s stretched around his length, smearing the spit that’s gathered there.

“Think I finally found a way to shut ya up. We should’a done this a long time ago. Woulda saved me a lot of headaches,” he chuckles, the sound dissolving into a sharp hiss when you dig your nails into the tender skin of the back of his thigh, hard enough to leave a mark.

You pull off his cock with a wet pop, jaw aching as you glare up at him. 

"I'd shut up if I were you" you warn, the threat of your words completely lost in the breathless, desperate way they leave your mouth. "Just one good chomp is all it would take" you add, clicking your teeth together for emphasis.

But Joel's face just splits into a grin, a full blown, infuriating smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. 

"Biting huh? Now that’s a little kinky. Didn't know you had it in you, sweetheart."

"Shut up," you snap, but it still lacks any real heat, not with the way your lips are twitching at the corners, fighting a smile, your eyes undoubtedly sparkling, your heart definitely leaping out of your chest at the way his eyes are boring into yours.

"Careful, sweetheart. Might have to knock you down a whole letter grade for that type of talk. Gotta respect your professor ‘n all, y’know."

"You're insufferable," you grumble.

"But yet, here you are, still on your knees."

"And I'm gonna get up and leave if you don't stop talking."

"Leave before or after you chomp my dick off? Cause I'd really like a heads up for that, if ya could."

"Jesus fucking christ, Joel!" You huff, rolling your eyes so hard it actually hurts. "Do you ever just shut the fuck up? I'm literally on my knees right now with your dick in my mouth and you're still finding ways to piss me off!"

“What can I say? It’s a special talent of mine,” he says with a nonchalant shrug, the smug smile on his face making you want to genuinely bite his dick off now.

You drop the wet hand you had wrapped around him and start to move to your feet.

"You know what, I'm just gonna go. Maybe I'll call my coworker. He's not nearly as irritating as you," you huff, pushing yourself up onto shaky legs, your knees stiff and sore. 

But you can't even take one step before he's grabbing your waist, his large, warm palm resting firmly on the swell of your hip. His fingers flex, his grip tightening, not enough to hurt, but it's enough to halt you in your tracks. You're not particularly fond of the way your heart skips a beat in your chest, the way you can feel goosebumps breaking out all over your body from just his touch. 

He pulls you in closer until your chest is pressed against his, hard, wet cock pressed against your bare thigh.

"You really think you’re gonna leave with your pussy drippin' all over the place like that?” he says, his voice seamlessly switching from teasing to low and rough as his dark, hungry eyes bore into yours. “You're about to ruin my floors with the way you're leakin' right now, baby. Wouldn’t want that, now would we?” 

Your cheeks flame with embarrassment from how easily he was able to see your desperation, and with anger at how right he is. 

"Shut the fuck up, Joel," you mumble, giving him a weak push at his chest. "I'm not leaking I-"

The rest of your sentence stays lodged in your throat when his free hand slips between your thighs. Two deft fingers drag through the slick mess, collecting your arousal and spreading it around, a soft, wet, obscene sound filling the space between you. 

You don't even think to stop the high pitched, breathy whine from escaping your lips when he slides a thick finger inside you with no warning, your pathetic sound dissolving into a moan when he immediately follows it up with a second one, his palm pressed flat against your clit.

"Not leaking, hmm? Sure don't seem like it, baby," he purrs, his voice a low, rumbling drawl, his warm breath fanning across your cheek. "Feel that? How easy it was for me to get two fingers in ya?"

"Fuck," you whine as you dig your nails into the bare skin of his shoulder, hanging on to him and desperately searching for any semblance of stability as you try not to sway on shaky legs.

He crooks his fingers in you, fingertips digging into the spongy spot on your front wall that has your knees buckling, tiny stars dotting your vision momentarily as a rush of arousal gushes out of you, a pitiful whimper falling from your lips. Joel chuckles, low and dark and the sound shoots straight to your neglected clit, a bolt of lightning arcing down your spine.

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he murmurs, nosing at the sensitive skin below your ear, the faint scrape of his beard against your cheek sending a shiver down your spine. 

The feeling of him removing his fingers is a cruel, sudden jolt, the emptiness and lack of pressure and friction has you keening, a needy, impatient noise bubbling up from your throat.

He's moving before you can complain though, stepping around you to sit on the edge of the bed and then promptly pulling you down onto his lap. You let out a small squeak of surprise as he forces you to straddle his thigh, pulling you down until your aching cunt is seated firmly against his bare skin. The position has his cock pressing against your hip, a drop of precome smearing against your skin.

"Fuckin' soaked for me, honey,” he drawls, his fingertips dimpling the soft skin of your hips. “And to think you were about to leave without gettin' what you came here for.” 

You can't even speak, too enraptured with the feeling of his strong muscles flexing subtly under your hypersensitive clit. So you ignore his teasing and just grind down instead, past the point of desperation. 

But he would never let you win that easily, would he? 

He laughs and tightens his grip on your hips, stopping your movement and holding you in place.

"Ah-ah, not so fast, baby. Let's talk about the terms first."

You give him the best glare you can muster while suppressing a needy whimper. 

"Terms?"

"Yeah. Terms. Of all this. Like if this is a one time thing, or if we're gonna be havin' regular...lessons," he replies, his hands slowly sliding up your waist and coming to rest on your ribs, his thumbs stroking the undersides of your breasts. 

"If you're gonna go out with this guy," he continues, his thumbs brushing over both of your nipples. "Or if I'm the only one who's gonna get to see this," he says, leaning forward, his warm breath fanning over your skin. You bite your lip, holding in the soft, needy moan threatening to spill out when his lips press to the hollow of your throat.

"If I'm the only one who gets to have you like this. If I'm the only one who's allowed to touch you. To kiss you," he says, punctuating his last word with a kiss to the center of your chest, his hands squeezing the swell of your breasts, his tongue flicking out and licking at your nipple.

"Or do you plan on letting him have you too?" He asks, the tip of his tongue swirling around your nipple before closing his lips around the pebbled peak, sucking it into his mouth, his teeth lightly grazing it before he pulls back. "'Cause I'm not too keen on sharin', baby."

You take a deep steadying breath, trying to clear the thick haze that's clouding your mind and focus on his words, his questions about the fucking terms. 

And you do think about it, about your coworker who's been nothing but so sweet to you, who doesn't get on your nerves in under a millisecond. The coworker, Micheal, you think, his name finally returning to you, who doesn't tease you and play games and leave you a panting, needy, dripping mess. 

And while he is really such a perfect gentleman, he isn’t the one that’s been there for you, listening to you complain about all the shitty things that have happened to you in the last year. He isn’t the man that lets you use him as a punching bag whenever you’re frustrated, has never been the calm, reasonable voice that challenges the anxiety that overwhelms you and threatens to pull you under. 

Michael has never held you when you've cried, never helped you cook dinner after a hard day at work, never fixed the flickering light in your bathroom. He certainly has never dropped a key to his front door in your palm accompanied by a lopsided smile and the words just in case ya need anything. 

Michael isn’t the one who’s been the one to pick up your pieces and put you back together, so gently and tenderly, making you even better than you were before.

It's useless, trying to avoid it. Trying to push it down, bury it, ignore it, how you've been feeling and what you want. 

It’s Joel.

All of it. 

You want Joel. 

All of him. 

You've wanted him since the day you showed up on his porch with a six pack. You've wanted him all those times you watched from a distance as he fixed something in your house, so capable and competent, casually waving away your slew of thank yous. You wanted him every single time he invited you over for a movie night, sitting close enough to you on his couch that you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. You wanted him every time he made your blood boil and your eyes roll so hard you swore you could see the back of your brain, and every time you genuinely thought you were going to smack him. 

And now, you have him.

Right here, naked and hard and underneath you, your pussy leaking on his thigh. 

The answer is so painfully obvious, the words falling from your lips before you even have a chance to process them.

"M'not gonna see him," you finally manage to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "Want this. Want you."

Joel hums, indicating that he heard you. But again, he would never let you win that easily. 

"Speak up, baby," Joel says, releasing your nipple with a soft pop, his eyes dark and intense, a predatory, feral glint in them. "Can't hear you."

And it's infuriating and annoying, absolutely maddening. And it's the last straw.

You're not sure if it's the frustration, or the pent up desire, or the heat burning inside you, or the fact that Joel's still hard, and still leaking precum against your hip, as your cunt slides against his thigh, but you break.

You absolutely shatter.

"I want you!" you practically shout, hands balling into fists where they're resting on his shoulders. 

"You, okay? You! You and your stupid, fucking, annoying ass, and your dumbass pickup truck, and your stupid, charming grin, and the way you always call me 'baby', and 'honey', and 'sweetheart'. It drives me fucking insane!  And the way you're always fixing shit, and being so fucking helpful and sweet and you always, always make me laugh, and smile, and there hasn’t been a day that’s gone by in the past year that I didn’t think about you and I can’t get you out of my fucking head, not even for a single fucking second.” 

The words spill from your lips in a breathless tirade, and it feels good, freeing. It's like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders, like a great burden has been taken off of you. 

But the feeling doesn't last long.

Silence stretches between you and it's suffocating, oppressive, and you feel like the walls are closing in on you, panic rising in your chest.

Your cheeks burn, nauseating embarrassment and humiliation coursing through you as you realize the full weight of what you just word-vomited all over him. Your chest heaves, and you hang your head, unable to bring yourself to look at him.

But then, a bright laugh sounds through the otherwise quiet room. And your eyes snap to Joel's face, only to find him smiling.

He's fucking laughing.

"Joel!" you scold, a mixture of mortification and confusion washing over you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he placates, but the laughter in his voice doesn't help to ease your nerves. "I didn't mean to laugh, it's just...I just can't believe how dense you are."

The daggers you shoot at him are truly deadly. 

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Do you think I just go around callin' everyone 'baby' and 'sweetheart'?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow.

"I..." you stammer, trailing off as his words sink in. 

"I mean, my southern charm is one thing,” he says, obnoxiously wiggling his eyebrows. “But you’re seriously thick if  you think I'm like this with anyone else.” 

You stare blankly at him, trying to process what he’s saying. 

“Do you think I let all the neighbors just use me for free handy work, think I cook dinner with all of them, think I keep a stash of everyone’s favorite snacks in my pantry, give everyone a fuckin’ key to my front door? And you think I just go around agreeing to sex lessons to anyone who asks?” He rambles, squeezing your hip. 

Your brain is reeling as you try to wrap your head around everything. 

"Well...no” you stammer, your brows pinching together.  “But…"

"How many other girls you seen me bringin' home? Huh? How many other girls you see me with?"

"None" you admit sheepishly.

"Mhm. Because I don't. Not since you moved in next door."

You frown, confusion clouding your features. You open your mouth to speak but Joel cuts you off.

"I like you, baby," he admits with a sigh. "A lot. Maybe too much. But I wasn't about to lose you as a friend just because I'm crazy about you. And if being your friend is the only way I can be close to you, then I'd take it and die a happy man."

You can only stare at him, the words he just spoke bouncing around in your brain, and a warmth blooms in your chest, your heart fluttering wildly in your ribcage.

"Are you kidding me?!" You exclaim suddenly, hitting his shoulder.

"Hey! Ow!" he barks, his eyes widening as he grabs his shoulder. "The fuck was that for?!"

"You've been trying to sleep with me for a whole year?!"

"I wouldn’t say trying," he says with a casual shrug. "Just waiting. Wanted you to take the lead but you’re a little stubborn, baby."

You scoff, glaring at him, not missing the way his lips twitch at the corners, the way his eyes sparkle with amusement.

"So, the reason why I haven't been able to catch a break the entire time we've known each other, has been because you've been trying to get in my pants? Is that what you're telling me?"

"Well, that part is just natural. You're just too easy to get riled up. And that’s not my fault."

You open your mouth to argue with him but his sliding over your hips to palm at your ass and his lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear, his beard scraping against the sensitive skin.

"But no, I can't deny that I like it," he rasps, his breath warm against the side of your neck. "The way you get all fired up and angry, your face all flushed, your chest heaving. Mmm, it's nice. You look real pretty when you're all worked up and pissed off," he whispers, his lips curled in a smile when he presses a kiss to the spot below your ear before pulling back to look at you. 

"Why didn't you tell me,” you say, voice softer now, the rough edges of your tone smoothed out by the feeling of his lips on your skin.

"Didn't want to make it weird. Didn't want you to think I was some creepy old man and ruin our friendship" he explains with a small shrug. "But then you came over here tonight askin’ for a sex lesson, which was not easy by the way, acting like I wasn't already about to burst outta my pants as soon as you asked. Thought for sure you were onto me. But then you started going on about that douche canoe Michael-"

"Joel."

"And then I got jealous and pissed, and figured it was time to cut my losses and just enjoy it while I can, but-"

"Joel."

"Then we were kissing and you were touchin’ me and you're so fucking sexy and-"

"Joel!"

"What?"

"Just kiss me, you idiot" you breathe, and before the words are even fully out of your mouth, his lips are on yours, crashing into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs.

It’s bruising, searing, all consuming.

His fingers dig into the meat of your ass as he pulls you forward, the seam of your pussy dragging deliciously against the strong muscles under warm skin. 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, and tug, the base of your spine tingling when he groans softly into your mouth, and you grind your hips against his, the wet heat of your cunt grinding into his thigh, pulling another soft, low sound from his throat.

"Fuck" he groans, pulling away just far enough to press his forehead to yours, his breath coming in quick, sharp pants, his chest heaving. "Baby, are you still okay with this?" he breathes, voice ragged and gravelly.

You look at him as if he's grown a second head.

"Are you serious?"

""I...well, I was serious when I said I'd be fine with being your friend, and I don't want you to think I'm tryna pressure you into anything."

You can't help but roll your eyes, the soft, endearing side of Joel coming out at the worst possible time.

"I literally just admitted that I've had a crush on you for months, and now I'm sitting on your lap, soaked, and grinding on your thigh and you're worried I don't want this? I think you might be the dense one here."

He grins, wicked and wide, a flash of sharp teeth, the dimple in his cheek deepening.

"Guess so," he says, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You don't respond, and instead choose to silence him by pulling him into a kiss, licking at the seam of his lips and sucking his tongue into your mouth. He groans softly into your mouth, and you swallow the noise, rolling your hips again, chasing the sweet friction that's sending a delicious heat through your veins.

"God, baby," he breathes when he pulls back for air, hands on your ass gripping and guiding you against his leg, encouraging your movements. "Makin' such a mess, ain't ya?"

You bite your lip, nodding as a wave of arousal surges through you.

"Yeah, you are. Soakin' my leg, sweet girl," he says, his eyes flicking down between you, watching as your pussy drags along his thigh, coating him in a shiny, slippery sheen.

"Fuck, Joel, please" you whine, your hips jerking and rolling against him.

And that's all the encouragement he needs.

In the blink of an eye, you're on your back, Joel hovering above you, a wild look in his eyes.

"Don't worry, baby," he says, his voice low and husky, and he trails his fingers over your hip and up your ribs, his touch light, teasing, barely ghosting across your skin and it's almost ticklish, making you shiver. "M'gonna take care of you. Gonna make you feel so good."

Your heart thunders in your chest, and your cunt throbs, your arousal leaking out of you. It feels like you’re about to crawl out of your own skin, the desperation growing with every passing second. 

He trails his fingers down your sternum, and over the flat expanse of your stomach, goosebumps breaking out across your skin in his wake, the muscles under your skin rippling and twitching at the soft, fleeting touches.

And when he reaches the crease of your thigh, you let out a shaky, trembling breath, and he chuckles softly, his lips curling into a crooked grin.

"Eager, are we?" he teases, dragging his fingers over the slick flesh between your legs, gathering the wetness pooled there before slowly sliding a single thick digit inside you. "We're gonna get there, baby. But gotta make sure you're ready first. Don't wanna hurt you.”

You whimper, your walls fluttering and clenching around his finger, and your hips roll forward, seeking friction, wanting, needing more.

Joel curses under his breath and groans softly when your wet, warm walls constrict around his finger. His cock leaks and twitches where it’s pressed against your thigh, and you whimper, both of you caught up in an endless cycle of keying each other up. 

"Please, Joel" you beg, and the words come out soft, pleading, and desperate. You should probably be embarrassed at how quickly he's reduced you to a begging, quivering mess, but the way his eyes go dark, and his pupils blow wide, makes the embarrassment worth it.

"Please, what, baby?” He prods with a devilish smirk. “Use your words"

"You're such an asshole" you snap, but the venom in your voice is diluted with pleasure as he slips another finger inside you.

"You keep saying that. What d’ya want me to do about it, sweetheart? You want me to stop?" he taunts. 

"No!" you cry out, reaching down and grabbing his wrist with an iron grip when he starts to pull out. 

"Then tell me what you want, honey."

"Fuck you,” you mumble weakly. 

"Mhm. Okay, honey" he drawls,  his thumb moving  to circle around your clit as his fingers curl inside you, still pumping in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. . "I'll just wait then. Take my time. Tease your pretty little pussy until you can't stand it. I'm in no hurry, baby. Gonna take all night, if that's what it takes. I've waited this long."

"Joel, please" you whine again, the ache between your thighs turning to an unbearable burn.

"Tell me what you want,” he repeats casually. 

"You," you try with a needy whimper.

"Me? You got me, sweetheart. What else?"

“Oh my fucking god can you please just fuck me? Or do I have to spell it out for you, old man?"

"There she is," Joel says with a laugh, his grin splitting his face "There's my girl"

And then his fingers are gone and you whimper at the sudden emptiness. But before you can protest much more,, they're sliding back in, this time joined by a third.

Your hands fly to his shoulders, gripping him, nails digging into the soft flesh of his muscles.

"Oh fuck" you pant, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he starts pumping his fingers again. 

"Gotta get ya ready, baby" he breathes, and his lips are ghosting along your jawline and up the shell of your ear, his breath warm.  "Such a tight little pussy, but we'll get you nice and open, don’t worry.  Then I'm gonna sink in ya, fill you up real nice. Take real good care of you, baby. Fuck you nice and deep, make you forget your name. Would you like that? Hmm?"

A strangled moan is all you can manage in response. His words, filthier and more deranged than any you've ever heard him speak before, sending your brain into overdrive. 

You can’t help but roll your hips, and bucking, and gyrating, meeting his thrusts as his fingers pump in and out of you, the lewd, wet, sloppy sounds filling the otherwise quiet room, and the coil in your gut is threatening to snap.

"Joel, Joel, fuck, oh fuck" you chant, your hazy and thick with pure arousal. It drips down your spine and flows through your veins, liquid heat burning, searing, and  scorching you from the inside out. 

You manage to open your eyes long enough to look down and see the tendons flexing in his wrist, the muscles and veins in his forearm bulging as he works you, his face brows pinched in concentration as he focuses on your reactions. 

"Oh shit, honey," Joel curses breathlessly, a smug grin stretching across his lips as he feels your slick pooling in his palm. “So messy, baby. You gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna be a good girl and lemme feel your sweet little cunt clench and drip even more around my fingers?"

You whine, throwing your head back against the pillows as he thrusts his fingers into you, the heel of his palm rubbing deliciously against your clit. Your fingers scrabble for purchase, desperately seeking something, anything, to ground yourself. You settle for the firm muscle of his arms, your nails biting into his skin and leaving bright red marks that'll undoubtedly leave little half-moon bruises later

"Fuck, yeah, c’mon, sweetheart, lemme feel. Give it to me."

You come with a cry, the dam breaking, the tension in your gut exploding outward, a wave of euphoria crashing over you, washing through every inch of your body. Your legs tremble and shake, and Joel works you through it, his fingertips nudging that spongy spot inside you, dragging his thumb across your throbbing clit, milking you through the aftershocks, and when you start to come down, you're panting and breathless, your chest heaving.

You look up at Joel, and his eyes are blown wide, the deep, rich brown of his irises nothing more than a thin, dark ring around his dilated pupils. There are no words, at least none that you can manage to articulate at the moment, so instead you let out a breathless laugh, and a contented hum, a smile spreading across your lips.

Joel grins, laughing, and he leans down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss.

"Good girl" he breathes against your mouth, his words a low, rough rumble that has you keening. "That feel good, baby?"

"Fuck, yeah" you sigh, melting into the matress. 

"Good,” he says before pressing a kiss to your forehead then pulling back to look you in the eyes again. “ Think you're ready for me now?"

“Mhm,” you murmur with a lazy nod. “Want you, Joel.” 

Joel laughs, the sound sweeter than it’s ever sounded before.. "You've got me, sweetheart. You've had me. Always will."

"That's awfully fucking sappy," you tease breathlessly, threading your fingers into his soft dark hair. 

"Well, excuse the fuck outta me" he huffs, but the feigned offense is  betrayed by the way he’s positively beaming down at you.  "I'm about to give you the best fuckin' lay of your life, and here you are makin' fun of me."

"The best fuckin' lay of my life? I haven’t even had one lay. Don't exactly have anything to compare it to."

"Yeah, well, trust me. Best you're ever gonna get.”

You scoff and roll your eyes, raising a brow at him. 

"That’s some big talk, cowboy. Let's see if you can live up to that."

Joel barks out a laugh, the sound coming out more like a snarl, his eyes flashing with something feral, predatory, and dangerous at your challenge.

And then he’s abruptly pulling his fingers from you then  bringing them up to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste the slick coating his fingers. The sight nearly puts you into cardiac arrest.

"So fuckin' sweet" he murmurs, his eyes slipping closed momentarily, and a low, satisfied hum rumbles in his chest. It's downright obscene, the way his lips wrap around his fingers, how he licks and sucks, cleaning your arousal off of them. 

"Joel," you breathe, your voice nothing more than a shaky exhale.

His eyes snap open, and he gives you a lopsided smirk. 

"Sorry, baby,” he starts, pulling his fingers from his mouth and wiping them on the blanket underneath you. “Can’t help myself. Just had to taste ya again. Gonna have a hard time not doing that every time,” he finishes with a sly smile. 

Every time. 

The words are like a shock of electricity shooting through your veins, setting your blood ablaze. Every time. As in multiple times. 

How the fuck is this real? 

He  stupid smirk is still glued to his face as he leans over to rummage around in the drawer of his nightstand. Your brows furrow when he pulls out a condom and goes to open it. 

"I...uh..." you start, but the words die in your throat.

"What's wrong?" Joel asks, his smug expression immediately morphing into one of concern.

"I...well...it's just, I'm- I'm on the pill… We can use a condom, but...it's not necessary…just wanted to put that out there. In case, you know…you didn't wanna use one. Since it's not...like, not entirely necessary,” you say quietly, casting your eyes down to where your fingers fiddle with the edge of the blanket. 

"Ahh, I see,” Joel responds, all too pleased. “You just want me to raw dog it, huh?” 

"Wha-no! Oh my god, Joel, you are so fucking embarrassing," you groan, covering your face with your hands. 

"S'okay, honey, don’t be embarrassed. It is all part of the full Joel Miller Experience anyway,” he reassures you with a sickeningly sweet tone.. 

"Oh my fucking god, I told you not to say that ever again,” you groan, shoving at his shoulder, which only makes him laugh. And you can feel yourself smiling too, despite how irked you are.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," he relents, still laughing a little. "If you really don't want me to use one, I guess I can make an exception, just for you"

And it's as if he knows that you're about to lash out at him again, because he leans down and presses his lips to yours before you have a chance to say anything, all the fight in you draining away as soon as his mouth is on yours.

"You tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers when he pulls back. “Or if I do anything you're uncomfortable with, or if you just need a break. You let me know, okay?"

You nod.

"Promise?"

"I promise, Joel. Please just get on with it."

"Impatient" he breathes, but  kisses you again nonetheless, soft, slow, and tender. And when he pulls away, his eyes are searching yours like he's looking for any signs of hesitancy. But all he sees is the same raw desire reflected back in your wide, eager eyes. 

You see the exact moment that the last vestiges of his self-restraint disappear, his gaze growing darker and hungrier as he pushes himself up to sit back  on his knees, one  hand around the base of his cock, the other  on the inside of your thigh as he tenderly spreads you open and settles himself between your legs.

He teases you of course, dragging his length through your folds, letting the swollen, leaking tip catch on your clit before sliding back down to nudge at your entrance. You whimper, and try to grind against him, but his hand is firm, holding your hip still, not allowing you any friction.

He hushes you softly, his thumb gently stroking the soft, delicate skin where your hip meets your thigh. "Just let me do what I need to do, baby. Let me take care of you.” 

"You're evil," you whine, squirming underneath him.

"Yeah, well, that's a matter of opinion" he grunts, your breath hitching when he lines himself up and finally, finally pushes the blunt tip of his cock inside you.

Your lips part on a gasp, the feeling of his thick head stretching you open, the slight burn of the intrusion, a mixture of aching and pure pleasure. And you can feel his eyes practically burning holes in your skin, drinking in every little reaction, every flutter of your lashes, every twitch of your brow.

"How's that?" he asks, his voice tight and strained. He looks just as wrecked as you feel, his jaw tight, a sheen of sweat already on his brow, the muscles in his forearms bulging with the effort of restraining himself.

"More," is all you manage to rasp out, pushing your hips up, trying to get him to sink deeper.

Joel grunts, and then obliges, his eyes screwed shut in concentration as he tries to feed you only a little more of his considerable length. You can see him chewing on his lip, his nostrils flaring, a slight tremble in his thighs, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Jesus fuck, you're tight" he grits out, his chest heaving as he tries to regain some of his composure. "I-I didn't…fuck, I didn't think- shit. God fuckin' damn, baby"

You smile a little, the corners of your lips curling upwards. It's the first time you've ever seen him truly at a loss for words, and it's a very welcome change. 

You reach up and card your fingers through his hair, his eyes fluttering closed, a sweet sigh escaping his lips at the feeling.

"I can take more," you say softly.

Joel shakes his head, his brow furrowed. "Not yet."

But you don't listen. Not that you ever really listen to him. 

Your impatience gets the best of you and you push yourself further down the bed, forcing another inch of his cock inside you, your walls fluttering wildly around him as you let out a low moan. 

"Ah fuck, honey," he groans, his eyes flying open.

"C'mon, Joel. More. Please," you beg, grinding down on his cock, taking just a little bit more with each roll of your hips until his fingers dig into your hips so hard, you're sure they'll leave bruises.

"Baby stop fuckin' movin'" he hisses, his grip tightening even further. "Please."

You can hear the strain in his voice, and you can feel him trembling above you, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing and tensing.

"Why not?" you pout.

"Cause m'tryin' not to fuckin' come right now, alright?" he grunts, his teeth gritted. "So please, just stop. For a minute."

"You can't possibly be serious," you breathe, a smile creeping on your face again. "You're not even all the way in yet."

He glares down at you, his eyes narrowing. "Not my fault you're fuckin' tight as shit. It's like your cunt is tryin' to strangle me."

You giggle a little, the sound coming out breathy and light. You don't miss the way Joel's cock twitches at the sound.

"You're being so dramatic," you sigh, rolling your hips again.

"Fuck, honey, please," he begs, his eyes pleading, and the sight is almost enough to make you stop teasing him.

Almost. 

You can't help the devilish smirk that crosses your face as you bring your hand up to his cheek, stroking your thumb across the stubble on his chin. He lets his eyes fall closed again, leaning into your touch. 

"This isn't very 'best lay your life' behavior."

"I will fuckin' strangle you," he mutters, his eyes still closed, a smile playing on his lips.

"Is that part of the Joel Miller Experience too? Because I don't remember seeing it in the brochure. Was it next to the premature ejaculation section? Or maybe the-"

The air is knocked right out of your lungs, cut off mid-sentence when Joel pushes forward. He keeps it slow but unrelenting, sinking into you in one smooth, fluid motion. You cry out, your back arching off the bed, eyes screwing shut as your fists twist in the blanket underneath you. 

It's more than overwhelming, it's absolutely mind melting the way he buries himself completely, stretching your walls, forcing them to make room for him, to mold perfectly around his length. You gasp for air between harsh pants and weak cries, the sensation of him filling you up, so much bigger than you expected, so much thicker than his fingers. You squirm underneath him, trying to get used to the feeling of his tip pressed against your cervix, the pressure building deliciously as the ache radiates from your core through your belly, to the tips of your toes.

"That what you wanted, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained and gruff, one hand still gripping your hip as he presses the other into the mattress by your head, holding himself up. "Is that enough for you?"

You struggle to find words, but you're not even sure if there are any in the English language that can convey just how good it feels.

"Uh-huh," you nod, blinking rapidly as the edges of your vision start to blur. "Fuck, Joel. You're so fucking big, oh my god."

You hear him chuckle, and he presses a chaste kiss to your temple.

"Not too much though, is it? Cause you were begging for more just a second ago. Thought you could take it, sweetheart," he croons, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

"No, no, 'sgood, " you whimper, the words slurring together as he starts to grind into you. "F-fuck. Joel. Shit, that feels so good. Holy fuck.

"There's my good girl," he murmurs, pressing more kisses to your cheek and your jaw, trailing down the column of your neck. His lips brush against the sensitive skin, his breath hot against you. He lets you get used to the feeling, cursing under his breath and trying to think of anything else but the tight, wet heat convulsing around his cock.

"Doesn't hurt?" he asks with a sudden tenderness, his voice vibrating against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"No," you sigh, finally starting to relax around him.

"Good. You gonna let me know if it does, right baby? Or if you need me to stop?"

You nod weakly. "Mhm."

He kisses you then, a soft, languid, and lazy drag of his lips against yours. He slides his tongue along your lower lip, and you let him in without any hesitation, parting your lips with a breathy sigh. He takes the opportunity to swallow down every little sound that spills from your mouth, kissing you with a kind of reverence, a kind of tenderness, a kind of patience and passion that makes your heart feel like it might beat right out of your chest. 

He pulls away leaving you even more breathless and dizzy, your lips tingling and swollen. And you're not sure if it's because of the kiss or the way he's stretching you so fucking wide, but your fucking drunk on it. 

He kisses you once more, on the corner of your mouth, his lips curling up into a smile when you nuzzle against his cheek, seeking out more.

"You still with me, honey?"

"Yes, yes, I'm here," you answer, your voice sounding far away, distant and dreamy. Joel chuckles, the sound making you smile. 

"You wanna keep going, sweetheart? Or d'ya need a minute?"

"I'm good, I'm good," you assure him, trying to lift your hips a little. "You can...keep going."

"Alright. Let me know if you change your mind, okay?"

You nod and then close your eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath as Joel pulls out, just a little, his cock dragging along your walls. It's another wave of overwhelming sensation, your entire body shaking. But it's nothing compared to the feeling when he pushes back in. The same full, aching, almost painful stretch, except it's somehow even better this time, your walls gripping him tighter, pulling him in, trying to keep him there.

"Fuck, oh my god, oh my god," you cry, your breath catching in your throat, your eyes fluttering open to look up at him. "Oh, Joel, fuck."

He's hovering over you, his brows furrowed in concentration, the muscles in his arms, chest and stomach flexing and contracting as he moves above you.

"Good?" he asks, a slight sheen of sweat on his brow, his eyes hooded.

You answer with a nod, followed by a long, low moan when he starts to slowly pull out again, pushing back in a bit faster this time. He builds a rhythm, the slick drag of his cock filling you up again and again, each thrust a little deeper, a little harder, a little faster.

"You're taking it so good," he pants, his hips snapping against yours with a particularly hard thrust, the force of which has you keening and crying out his name. Your walls clench around him, a gush of slick pouring out around his cock as you subconsciously try to pull him in even further.

"God you're so fucking tight, baby. Fuckin' soaked too, dripping all over me. Fuck. So fucking wet and perfect," he groans, his voice sounding strained, almost like he's in pain. "Such a good fucking girl."

You can't do anything more than just lay there and let him fuck into you, the sounds that spill from your lips a mix of moans, whimpers and desperate little cries. Your brain feels like mush, all thought processes reduced to a single loop of his name, your lips chanting it over and over.

And Joel's not much better, the only coherent words out of his mouth a string of praises, calling you his good girl, telling you how well you're taking him, how fucking tight you are, how heavenly you feel. His hands are everywhere too, caressing, stroking, kneading, squeezing, leaving no inch of your skin untouched.

He finds a steady rhythm and you know it's not nearly as hard as he could go, not by a long shot, but every thrust and drag of his cock hits you so deep and so hard, it's a miracle that you don't shatter beneath him. And the sounds, god the sounds are so obscene, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet, squelching noises of him pounding into your dripping cunt. It's a chorus of pure debauchery, music to both of your ears, only adding to the building pleasure. 

And just when you start to think that it can't possibly get any better, he hits a spot deep inside you that has your body bowing, a strangled cry tearing from your throat. You clamp down around him and he curses, his hips stuttering, his rhythm faltering for just a moment.

"There it is," he grunts, and you can hear the smug smirk in his voice, the absolute bastard. "Right there, huh? That the spot?"

He doesn't wait for you to answer, pulling almost all the way out, and then driving back into you, hitting the same spot dead-on. And you keen and wail, your body thrashing wildly as a new wave of ecstasy washes over you.

"Yes, yes, yes," you chant, clawing at his back, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

"Yeah, I got ya," he husks, leaning down to suck and bite at the skin just below your jaw. He keeps pounding into that spot, making sure to hit it every damn time, and your vision starts to blur again, black dots dancing at the edge of your eyes.

You don't even realize you're about to come until it's crashing into you, a sudden and violent wave that threatens to tear you apart. And Joel can tell, from the way you start to shake, the way your walls are clamping down around him, the way your legs lock around his waist, and the way you're desperately gasping for air, that you're right there.

"There you go, sweetheart," he coos. "You're so fucking close aren't ya? I can feel it. You gonna come on my cock? Huh?Gonna let me feel that tight little pussy coming all over me?"

"Oh god, Joel," you sob, tears welling in your eyes, his words alone pushing you even closer.

"I know, honey. I know. Just let go, baby. C'mon, that's it. You can do it."

And then he's snaking a hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing rough, tight circles against the swollen bud, and the pleasure reaches its peak, the coil in your belly snapping, sending you careening off the edge. Stars burst behind your eyelids as the most intense, powerful orgasm of your life tears right through you. Every muscle in your body tenses and contracts, the rush of blood roaring in your ears as white-hot bliss erupts throughout every fiber of your being, your walls pulsing wildly, gushing slick around his cock.

He's there with you every step of the way, murmuring praise in your ear, fucking into you and grinding his cock against your cervix, prolonging your orgasm, extending it for what feels like an eternity. And then you're boneless, spent, and helplessly limp, barely aware of the way he's still rutting against you.

"So good, baby," he rasps, his voice sounding wrecked and broken. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

And then you feel him start to swell and his thrusts become erratic and you know he's right there with you, teetering on the edge, ready to fall. A few more pumps of his hips, his pace frantic and uncoordinated before he pushes himself back up on his knees and pulls out of you with a hiss. He jerks himself for half a second before spilling all over your belly and your cunt, hot, thick ropes of cum splashing against your skin. He grunts and hisses through clenched teeth, a few last drops spilling out onto your pussy, his cock throbbing against you.

You feel completely and utterly destroyed, every part of your body buzzing and tingling, still trembling. And your head feels stuffy and foggy, a hazy, peaceful kind of bliss settling deep in your bones.

Joel slumps down next to you, breathing heavy, a low, rumbling groan escaping his lips. You glance over at him, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. He's a sweaty, disheveled mess, and the sight makes your heart ache and swell, a rush of warmth flooding through your body.

He notices you looking at him and turns his head to meet your gaze, his own satisfied smile matching yours. You can't help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of your throat and spilling past your lips in a breathy giggle. Joel's smile spreads even wider, his eyes sparkling.

"What's so funny?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbow and rolling onto his side.

"Nothing, I just," you giggle again, and it's almost a hysterical kind of laugh, a nervous kind of relief flooding through your body. "That was…"

Joel chuckles, brushing a lock of hair out of your face, his fingers trailing across your forehead.

"Yeah, it was," he says, his voice a low rumble.

"And I…I just really like you, Joel. A lot. I don't know. I guess I'm just happy."

His face softens and he stares at you for a moment, his expression so fond and tender that you forget how to breathe for a moment. He leans down and kisses you, his lips gentle and warm before he pulls away. 

"I guess I like you too," he murmurs, his signature smirk playing on his lips. "I dunno about a lot, but-"

"Shut up, you ass" you giggle, slapping his shoulder. "I'm trying to have a moment."

He hums delightedly and presses another kiss to your forehead."M'kay, you have your moment. I'm gonna clean you up, alright?"

You pout but let him go, letting the afterglow of your climax envelop you until he returns a moment later with a warm wet cloth. His touch is tender, gently cleaning between your legs and then wiping the cum from your belly. You're still shaking, every touch sending little aftershocks through your body.

"So," he starts, tossing the cloth into the corner of the room before looking at you expectantly. "Best lay of your life?"

You laugh, your heart bursting at the seams, your cheeks starting to hurt from smiling so hard. 

"Not even close."

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When Is a Small Press a Good Fit?

When it comes to publishing, many writers will think about big publishers first. However, there are a lot of different publishing options out there to explore. NaNo participant and author, Clara Ward, talks about their experience publishing with a small press and gives you questions to consider while you think through your publishing options!

NaNoWriMo inspired me to write. Signing with a small press gave me the support I needed to publish a book I love. 

I’d published books before—starting with NaNoWriMo sponsor deals in the early days of online publishing—but I never had the right skill set to promote those books. As a result, they never truly found their audience. 

In November of 2020, I poured my heart into a genre-blurring near-future tale of sailing across the Pacific and building a neurodiverse, queer, and possibly magical chosen family. In 2021, I titled it Be the Sea and asked myself: What am I going to do with that?

1. Are you looking for fame or family?

Small presses are as varied as the people who form them. If you read widely, you may already have a treasured book on your shelf from your publisher-to-be. Try asking NaNoWriMo friends who share your interests if they’ve discovered any surprising or emerging sources for great reads. (At the very least, you may find books you’ll love in unexpected places!)

Admittedly, a small press doesn’t have a fortune to spend on paving your path to fame. But I have never felt as seen as when my soon-to-be publisher, E.D.E. Bell at Atthis Arts, wrote back, “I’m really in love with what you are doing and would like to talk about it.” 

2. Do you have the bandwidth for working with others?

Even with the most supportive small press, you may have to push outside your comfort zone. I know authors who love the absolute control and freedom of self-publishing. For a time, I felt very comfortable just posting my NaNoWriMo fanfiction novels on Archive of Our Own. At most, I had one or two beta readers to offer feedback on those works. Whereas E.D.E. told me in one of our earliest conversations that in addition to our three rounds of editing we’d need “a good number of betas” to cover the range of topics we were working on together.

I was delighted! I knew what I’d written was ambitious, and I welcomed all the feedback I could get. But it turns out, each extra person in a process adds new challenges and delays. I had to stretch my empathy as well as my publishing timeline because, to quote E.D.E. again: “It’s a lot of emotion (as well as brain cycles) to go through...” Outside perspectives will only improve your writing if you are willing to work with them, to truly listen and learn.

3. Can you handle the two-way commitment?

No form of publishing is easy. The myth that authors write while others handle business and promotion is not true at the top, and certainly not with small presses. In my experience, working with Atthis Arts was like joining a team or chosen family. Beyond certain paid tasks, such as editing and sensitivity reading, I discovered a community of authors who freely offered coaching before my first public reading, social media boosting, tips for author webpages, and an extra pair of eyes on letters requesting bookshop readings or other events. While not all small presses work the same way, this supportive culture proved to be an excellent fit for me. Naturally, I wanted to give back whenever possible.

Small presses can only succeed with community. This month, as I promote the launch of Be the Sea at bookshops in Mountain View, Davis, and Sacramento, I will be introducing many Californians to my Michigan-based small publisher, Atthis Arts. When I stand up as a panelist at Norwescon in Washington state or at various science, library, or Pride events later in the year, I’ll be promoting more than Be the Sea by Clara Ward. I’ll give back by sharing my appreciation for small presses, the supportive and inclusive practices they can normalize, and the opportunities they open up for future writers and readers. 

Clara Ward lives in Silicon Valley on the border between reality and speculative fiction. Their latest novel, Be the Sea, features a near-future ocean voyage, chosen family, and sea creature perspectives, while delving into our oceans, our selves, and how all futures intertwine. Their short fiction has appeared in Strange Horizons, Decoded Pride, Small Wonders, and as a postcard from Thinking Ink Press. When not using words to teach or tell stories, Clara uses wood, fiber, and glass to make practical or completely impractical objects. More of their words along with crafted creations can be found at: https://clarawardauthor.wordpress.com

Photo by Hümâ H. Yardım on Unsplash

[toxicanonymity]

gym rat Tommy HCs

a few thots

you go to a 24 hr gym and sometimes you're the only two people there.

you catch him looking but he's not aggressive. always polite. calls you ma'am or miss.

more of a secret perv, perhaps. or that's what you hope.

horny!reader could bait him out of his shell.

could ask for a spotter and once he gets close his sweat makes you feral.

press your ass up against his crotch when he's spotting you.

maybe just straddle him or grab him one day.

slow enough that he could stop you but he doesn't?

at first contact, something snaps in him and he gets delightfully aggressive.

he shoves a hand between your legs and feels how wet you are

or tears down your leggings and goes for it right out in the open, anyone could walk in.

maybe in front of the mirror or bent over a bench where you can see in the mirror 😵‍💫

he could even force your cheek down on the bench so you're looking at the mirror

next time you're there alone, you do it again, and maybe joel comes in 😵‍💫

either he was tipped off by Tommy or works at the gym and saw surveillance.

or Joel can watch the surveillance and jack off

i don't have the bandwidth for a new au rn. but if you get inspired by any of these, i'd love to check it out

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Promptosaurus Rex; cw for toddler stuff, eg 💩 & 🤮]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) 19: weather (20)

'A-ha! We did it!' John says, possibly too chuffed as he holds up a freshly changed and dressed Rosie. 'We--'

She makes a very distinctive face, then grunts. John eyes her. 'Tell me that face doesn't mean what I think it means.'

Then he does the sniff test, and yes. Yes, it does mean that.

He lays her down yet again, fond exasperation tugging at his lips. 'Wee girl, why do you do this to me?' His mum has used the endearment on Harry their whole lives, so it's comfortable on his tongue as he reaches for wipes and a new nappy -- only to discover the stashes depleted. As in… nill.

John rolls several expletives around his teeth. But then Rosie giggle-gurgles up at him, and he swoops in to expel his breath instead on her cheek in the form of a huge raspberry. He almost doesn't hear the knock on the door.

He pauses, but then shrugs and picks her up. 'Sorry, sweetheart. Let's go see who's at the door, yeah?'

She is notably non-nonplussed. 'Livery?'

'Might be,' John replies as he reaches the building door and opens it. 'And it is!' His daughter claps and immediately reaches out for the spotty young man trying to wrestle a rather large box. 'Whoa, there.' John reins her back in; she wants to be friends with everyone, which is both endearing and alarming.

'Do I need to sign?' he says to the carrier, who, now that John's looking, isn't wearing any sort of uniform. He looks like a dishboy haphazardly and temporarily promoted.

'No, sir. I'm to bring it up to the flat.'

A seed of a thought germinates in John's head. 'That was your instruction?'

The lad nods, clearly trying not to show his impatience. John holds back a sigh, and opens the door wider to let him pass. 'By all means.'

And it's as John expected: Wipes, diaper rash cream, and nappies. They're even--though he really shouldn't be surprised--the correct size.

As soon as Rosie's changed (again), he's got his phone out.

'I trust the delivery made it in time?' Mycroft answers.

John spares them both the niceties. 'How?'

'Nothing untoward, I assure you. Sherlock texted me.'

'Right. And where is he?' They may have an… evolving relationship, but Sherlock is still Sherlock, and John can also admit he only vaguely remembers what the detective had said when he'd left earlier in the day.

'I believe the words "spleen" and "unidentified poison" are involved.'

'Excellent. Listen.' He clears his throat. 'I'll pay you back.'

'My mother would call that "vulgar," as you know.'

'And she's a lovely woman, but--'

'Discuss it with Sherlock, please. I've got work and must get back to it.'

He rings off. John stares at his phone.

Death by Holmes. That's it. That will be how his life ends.

---

Rosie has broken the laws of physics and/or cloned herself. She has. She must have done.

That's the only explanation for the sheer reach of mess he finds waiting for him after his clinic hours the next day. 'Bloody hell,' he breathes, standing in the flat's doorway and taking it in.

It's more than the usual whirlwind that happens when Sherlock's between cases and takes Rosie for the day - He claims loftily that he's putting her through intellectual paces, but really he just indulges her every whim, including her lack of enthusiasm for cleaning up. And it's not as if the flat was shining and organised to begin with.

John doesn't even have the bandwidth to log all the bits of chaos surrounding him. For heaven's sake, he hadn't even known they owned bubble solution. But, then again, they don't now, judging by the rather large soapy stain on the rug in front of the window, and the family of tipped-over empty bottles next to it.

'John!' he hears from Sherlock's bedroom. 'Come join us!'

He rolls his eyes, but goes anyway. The noises make it clear as to what they're doing, and John hangs his head before pushing open the door. He'd been hoping to at least have one nice mattress in the flat for a bit longer.

But no, currently Sherlock is holding onto an absolutely delighted toddler while, obviously, jumping up and down on the bed like he's seven. Actually, John fleetingly wonders if Sherlock even got to do such things when he was seven--

'Come on, John!'

--and the unabashed joy in Sherlock's eyes tells him his answer. With that, the resistance whooshes out of him. He toes off his shoes and joins them.

'We're testing the durability,' Sherlock explains, loudly, then swoops Rosie like an aeroplane.

John laughs, huffs of air as he jumps and watches his daughter. She seems to be enjoying herself, except-- 'I think she might--' He stops, reaches out. 'Sherlock, she's going to v--'

With a small noise of surprise, Rosie is, indeed, sick. The remnants of whatever they'd had for tea form a lovely puddle on Sherlock's expensive sheets.

The grown-ups both manage to avoid it, scrambling backwards and into each other, somehow. John, lungs tight, reaches for his daughter, not caring that she's got sick all down her front. 'My girl,' he says, going for soothing, knowing her reaction could go either way. 'Did that surprise you?'

Rosie, wide-eyed, lets out a small hiccough. Then her face crumples, and she starts to sob.

'Oh dear,' Sherlock says faintly.

John, because he's a bastard, feels laughter start to bubble up in his lungs.

Then he hears Sherlock repressing chuckles next to him, and the floodgates are open, them laughing together like errant schoolboys.

'We musn't giggle near an ill child!' Sherlock admonishes, but it works no better than it had the week they met. John bumps Sherlock's shoulder and curls Rosie into his chest, rubbing her back and putting his lips to her forehead in between breaths. She's not feverish, she just likely got swooped about like an aeroplane too soon after tea, so John relaxes and lets himself go, laughing like an idiot in dirty sheets with a dirty baby and a spotless Sherlock (somehow, the bastard).

Then there's a knock at the door. The door of the flat, not the ground floor.

He and Sherlock exchange glances, no longer laughing; even Rosie has geared down from wailing to whimpering. John shrugs.

'Come in,' Sherlock says, loudly, because of course he does; he doesn't give a toss what people think of his cleaning habits. 'We're in the master bedroom.'

A formidable grey-haired woman with a tight chignon and very no-nonsense shoes appears in the bedroom doorway. She takes in the situation, and then she tuts. Actually tuts, in a distinctly Edwardian way that John hasn't heard since his grandmother passed. 'Just as Mr Holmes suspected.'

Sherlock purses his lips. 'Mycroft sent you?'

'He certainly did. Now, out of those clothes and into the bath, please, all three of you.'

Sherlock opens his mouth to protest but the Look she gives him has him shutting it with a snap.

John would laugh if he had the fortitude. 'Beg pardon, ma'am, but he sent you because…?'

'Because you lot are a mess, a fact of which you seem to be unaware.'

John and Sherlock exchange another look. 'Fine,' Sherlock says curtly. 'But could you be so kind as to leave the room while we undress?'

'Certainly.' She gives a short nod, then turns on her heel and exits down the hall.

'Hang on,' John whispers loudly as they start to unbutton and unzip. 'Mycroft sent us a nanny?'

'I'm relatively certain she's his housekeeper, and just on loan for this evening.'

'I guess I should be surprised.'

'No, you shouldn't, as you're not entirely without wits.'

'Such flattery.'

'Dull.'

'It's almost sweet of your brother, really.'

Sherlock points a finger at him. 'Don't you dare.'

John's lips quirk. 'Don't worry, I won't send him a fruit basket or anything. I just-- I appreciate that he indulges a child he hardly knows, that's of no relation to him.'

Sherlock clears his throat. 'Yes, well, be that as it may, I say we take full advantage.' He pulls the now-naked toddler out of John's hands and heads towards the loo.

John watches them go, feeling quite swirled around by the last half an hour's events. But then he shakes his head at himself and his navel-gazing, and follows them.

---

John's phone buzzes while he's at work the next day, and he doesn't pay it much mind until he sees it's the day nursery. After he reads the message and is able to breathe again-- Jesus, being a father is not for the weak, is it-- he thumbs one to Sherlock. 

Did you get the updated pickup address from the minder? Trip to park rained out. 

He doesn't get a reply, not right away or in the next few hours. 

This could, of course, mean a few things. John firmly puts away the worst case scenario, and reckons a case has taken priority, seeing as Sherlock knew John was available for pickup if necessary. 

So, needless to say, he's surprised when he arrives at the given address. One, because Sherlock is there waiting. And two, because it's… 

John stares.

'John,' Sherlock says after a moment. 'I'm afraid my brother has outdone himself.' 

'Yes, well.' He coughs. 'I'm afraid he's turned an indoor football pitch into a Disneyland for toddlers.'

'As I said.'

'Jesus Christ.' He wonders how long Mycroft's been planning this. 'Wait-- Was this just because of the rain today?'

'Knowing Mycroft? Yes. Is that not a proportional response?'

John can hear the amusement in Sherlock's voice. 'Definitely not,' he replies, but his cheeks hurt from repressing a smile. 'Hang on,' he says. 'Why are you here? You didn't return my texts, I figured you were in the middle of a corpse or something.'

'Mycroft told me to stay put.'

John snorts. 'Didn't you think he might be using trick psychology to get you here?'

Sherlock scoffs. 'Soft science, that.'

'Sure.'

'Daddy! Sherlock!' John looks away from Sherlock at that particular mispronunciation of his flatmate's name, and is barreled into by a clumsy sparkly dervish. 

'What--' He automatically reaches down to pick her up, then does a double take at the elaborate butterfly painted onto nearly her whole face. It's basically a work of art, honestly, and he has no idea how someone got her to sit still for that long. 

'They are hired for speed,' Sherlock says to him, and he laughs, still impressed after all these years. 

'Incredible.'

Sherlock glances at him. 'Whether you mean the artwork or my deducing your question about the artist, you are correct.'

John ignores him and listens to his daughter chatter enthusiastically. The words "bouncy castle" and, somehow, "golf" filter out of it, and John chuckles.

Then he hears her say something that makes him double-take. 'Pardon? Say that once more, sweetheart.'

'Uncle Mycroft!' she repeats. Or at least, most of those letters. Enough to confirm.

John's jaw clenches. 'Did he tell you to call him that?'

She nods enthusiastically. 'He's fun!'

This jars John from his confused dismay, and he hears Sherlock snort, too. 'I suppose he can be, in his own way.'

'Don't lie to your daughter, John.'

John tries not to laugh, and nearly succeeds.

You're going to have a hard time topping this for her next birthday, he writes to Mycroft. He doesn't get a reply, but he supposes that's fair.

They get halfway through the relatively short walk home. Halfway. Before the heavens open up, changing from an aggressive mist to actual splotchy rain.

John swallows a curse, ducking under an awning and already anticipating Rosie wailing about prematurely losing her face art, about being cold and wet and out of doors. 

But when he looks at them, at Sherlock swinging his daughter down from where she'd been perched on his shoulders, he sees nothing but joy on her face.

Joy, and wet streaks of glittery violet paint. She's clinging to Sherlock's hands, and Sherlock looks -- Well, he looks really bloody happy, if John had to label it. But he hesitates in doing so, and resigns himself to just enjoying the moment.

'What,' he says once he's recovered his voice, 'Mycroft can't have a drone deliver us an umbrella?'

Sherlock chuckles, then sobers. 'He does adore her, you know.'

John looks at Sherlock, not quite hiding his surprise. 'And you're alright with that? With "Uncle Mycroft"?'

Sherlock's eyes flash with something, but John isn't quick enough to categorise it. 'A child should have a variety of influences in their life.'

'True, but--'

'And an expanded support structure they can rely on. I daresay Mycroft qualifies, don't you?'

John nods shortly, finding himself unable to form useful words.

Luckily, Sherlock does it for him. He sweeps Rosie back up into his arms and boops her nose, which makes John's eyes cross with cognitive dissonance but there it is all the same. 'Shall we continue walking and enjoying the rain?' the detective asks Rosie. 'And then have a nice bath and some tea? I'm sure your father will make up a fire, too.'

John swallows. 'Sure, yeah.'

Heart warm enough to hurt, he follows them out from under the cover and into the storm.

Time's too short, he reckons, to fuss about dreary weather.

[ <3 ]

[inspiration: Richard Shindell's 'The Weather'. Also consulted bubbleinc.co.uk, obviously.]

[succulentsiren]

How to Structure Your Life Like a BOSS: SucculentSiren X @femmefatalevibe

FemmeFataleVibe

• Set Priorities

• Write Everything Down

• Devise A Plan

• Prioritize Important Tasks Like Non-Refundable Appointments

• Consider Batching Similar Tasks For Better Time Management & Productivity

• Become Attuned To Your Natural Energy Patterns

• Develop Self-Awareness Around Your Self-Sabotaging Behaviors

• Drop Inconsequential Tasks and Conversations

• Find Mentors (Online or IRL) Who You Allow Into Your Inner Circle 

Ask Yourself: * What are the main 3 action items you could complete this week that would best serve your goals?

* Approximately what percentage of your to-do list each week aligns with your priorities?

* What are some habits you could add or eliminate that would help you feel more in control of your life?

✦•······················•

SucculentSiren

• Time Management - Become aware of how you are managing your time. Set timers to remind you of your daily goals. Things flows easier when you set time aside everyday rather than trying to do everything at once or procrastinating. It can literally be just 10 minutes a day. This builds consistency and habit. You’ll also become less stressful in knowing that you don't have to complete everything all at once.

• Self Awareness - Identify what you want, how you want your life to look, what things in your life you would like to change, who you want to be seen as, etc. Develop self belief where you believe you're capable of achieving and having all your desires. Take calculated action towards your goals. You don’t have to start big. Start small instead and learn from there. Stay persistent and always remember your end goal. ‘Rome wasn't built in a day.’

• Mentors - Learn from people who inspire you. Everybody influences you, so follow those who motivate you to be and feel better about yourself.

Q&A

Q: Many people find it challenging to put themselves first and make something of themselves. How would you recommend prioritizing yourself?

SS: If someone else can have it why can’t you? Build up your self esteem. Write down what it is that you desire most for your life and act in accordance to those beliefs. Nothing is too big or small for you to achieve.

FFV: Give yourself at least 30 minutes after waking up to focus on yourself. Do your skincare, have your coffee, listen to music, journal, read. Allow yourself to ease into your day.

Have your non-negotiables for the day. Get them done when you say you will and don’t push yourself to do more if you’re exhausted or get too overwhelmed. Communicate your bandwidth to others so you set realistic expectations involved for any project, event, get-together, or errand.

Ensure you give yourself enough time to eat 2-3 healthy meals daily, drink enough water, move for at least 20-30 minutes a day, and have a hygiene routine (shower skincare, home cleaning, etc.) that you perform daily/weekly depending on the task.

Give yourself at least an hour before bed to wind down – with a book, TV show, drinking tea, journaling, relaxing music, etc.

Incorporate daily/weekly rituals you enjoy into your schedule. Make these self-love practices as much of a priority as taking a shower or a work task. These activities could be doing a face mask, getting your nails down, have a great cup of coffee or tea, watching an episode of a TV show, a long walk around your neighborhood, calling someone you love, etc.

✦•······················•

Q: What are some tips to maintain balance between work, play and rest?

FFV: Give yourself “business hours” to do your work/important tasks – even if you don’t have an employer setting your schedule. This tip is essential if you’re self-employed, a business owner, or a student. I share my business hours in all of my contracts so my clients know when I’ll be available.

Timeblock everything: Your work tasks, cleaning schedule, errands/appointments and even your resting/self-care hours. This process allows you to stop decision fatigue from taking over your life. If you say you’re cleaning from 2 -3 pm tomorrow, get it done so you have from 3 pm onward to chill, take a walk, and watch TV later that weekend afternoon.

Decision on your must-do self-care rituals for the day/week and keep your promise to do them for yourself.

Become attuned to your social battery. Know how many hangouts per week or nights out helps you thrive (say 1-3 times per week if you’re more introverted or busy with work, school, family, etc.). Make an effort to plan these events on your social calendar ahead of time or know yourself well enough to remain open to last-minute plans on certain days/times of the week (if you’re prone to cancelling or flaking).

[lockefanfic]

Toy - Part 7: OT9

It took an impressive amount of bodily coordination, dexterity, and pure, unfiltered lust to do what Myoui Mina was doing.

Perhaps it was her training as a ballerina that gave her such control over her limbs and the muscles and tendons that moved them so elegantly, so efficiently, maintaining a perfect tempo and rhythm at all times. Perhaps it was her experience gained over years of performing on stage, learning and memorizing and executing the increasingly complex choreographies that she and her group performed on a near-daily basis.

Perhaps she just loved what she was doing, and her body responded to her need accordingly.

Regardless of the reason, you had little bandwidth left in your pleasure-addled mind to ponder the amount of effort it was taking the young woman to do what she was doing - and do it so well. 

You were afraid to look down, afraid that the mere sight of it would push you over the edge. But while your eyelids could, reluctantly, block at least one of your senses, the other four were free to do as they pleased.

You could hear all three of the other occupants of the room, each with their own distinct sound, each adding to the lewd soundtrack filling the space and your ears with its obscene melodies. To your right, Buzz would let out a soft grunt here and there, punctuated by the odd profanity in Korean or English or some mixture of both. To your left, Woody was a little less hesitant to withhold the slow, steady stream of grunts and sighs and profanities that were leaving his throat. 

You could hear Chaeyoung, too, somewhere behind Mina, from the sound of it. Here and there she would let out a sound that seemed like approval, or amazement, or wonder. Once or twice she let out a soft sigh, probably one through lips that she was currently biting down on.

Mina herself only let out soft gurgling noises - her mouth was quite occupied at the moment, after all.

“God that’s fucking hot,” Chaeyoung  hisses through her teeth, and that’s what finally manages to convince your eyes to open.

You look down - and the sight is utterly sublime.

Mina is on her knees in front of you, as naked as the day she was born. Her long, slim body and delicate, beautiful features alone would have been enough to place her amongst the most wonderful sights known to man.

But that wasn’t it, no, not by a long shot. With admirable dexterity, her slender, slim fingers are pumping the cocks of the two men standing on either side of her, their shafts mere inches from her face. With a hand on each shaft, she pumps their stiff lengths at a slow but steady rhythm, somehow possessing the bodily control to add an occasional twisting motion to her wrist, corkscrewing her fingers around the shafts, increasing the pleasurable shocks she was sending through the two men with each pump of her hand on their cocks.

Even that wasn’t the end of it.

Her head bobs up and down the entire length of your own shaft, taking your cock in and out between her perfect pink lips. Her tongue works in random patterns along your underside with each entry and swirls around your tip just as it is about to leave her mouth - each entry and exit is utterly exquisite, masterful, each one causing delicious little spikes of pleasure to course up your spine and into your helpless, overwhelmed brain. 

And just when you thought that was enough, she had the gall - the audacity - to look at you while she was doing it.

She was a beautiful young woman, of that there was no doubt. But she had always seemed aloof, detached, in her own little world apart from you and the toys and the other girls. She seemed above it all, a princess with no time or desire for the earthly, physical pleasure so often indulged in by her friends.

But now, here she was, pleasuring three men at a time with her body - and doing so with a sense of ease that impressed you just as much as it pleasured you. She appealed to all of your senses at once, but it was the sight of the perfect, ladylike, demure Myoui Mina looking up at you with lustful eyes as she took your cock in and out of her mouth while pumping the shafts of two other men - that was what did you in.

“I’m gonna fucking cum,” you hiss between your teeth. 

“In her mouth,” Chaeyoung hisses from behind Mina. Wearing only a tiny navy blue thong and nothing else she too is quite the sight herself, but it spoke to the mind-numbing lewdness of the act playing out in front of her that you were able to ignore the younger Korean woman for the most part.

“Cum in her fucking mouth,” she continues. “Follow the rules.”

And it doesn’t take you long after that. Your right hand reaches to the side of Mina’s beautiful face, cradling her delicate cheek for a moment before grasping the side of her skull with a slightly more forceful grip, driving yourself in and out of her mouth for a few more strokes until finally, mercifully, you bury yourself as deep as you can inside her mouth. Your cock pulsates between her tightly pursed lips, and your entire body twitches and quivers as you send rope after rope of thick hot cum into the back of Mina’s throat.

Your cock slips out from between her lips, quicker than you would have liked - and when she begins to cough wetly you are momentarily afraid that you have hurt her in some way. But after taking just a moment to clear her throat a sly, lustful smile appears on her spit and cum slick lips.

“Next,” she says, softly, a drip of warm semen falling from the corner of her lip as she does so, her eyes fixating you with one last sly look before turning towards the man to your right.

And just like that Buzz steps in front of the young woman, his own needy cock already pointed at her lips. And not a second or two after she has finished swallowing the last mouthfuls of your cum down her throat, she has already taken his cock into her mouth.

You can do little more than stumble backwards onto the hotel room couch behind you, breathless, still overwhelmed by the sensations that until a few seconds earlier had bombarded your helpless brain. You take a moment to catch your breath.

The last twenty minutes had been such a blur - you had been hanging out with the other two toys in the admittedly lavish downtown Seoul apartment that the girls’ company had rented out for you. You were looking forward to a quiet night of rest and relaxation when Chaeyoung had called and demanded that the three of you come up to their penthouse suite.

The three of you had known by now what such a call meant, and after a long day of work chauffeuring the girls around town you were each eager to fulfill the other, more rewarding half of your duties. You were expecting Sana, or Momo, or Nayeon, or some combination of the three to greet you at the apartment. 

None of you were expecting Mina.

The youngest Japanese member was standing in the center of the girls’ living room, wearing a ridiculously tiny set of black lace lingerie beneath a loose, see-through black robe. Standing proudly behind her was Chaeyoung, topless, her nipple piercings the only adornment on her upper body.

The three of you had had your encounters with the other girls, of course, but until that point neither Mina nor Jeongyeon had called upon your services. Jeongyeon lived with her sister, and while she seemed friendly and approachable enough, you rarely saw her outside of work. Mina seemed to have little interest in you or the other two, spending most of her time locked up in her room even when you were engaging in lewd activities with her groupmates just a few walls and a couple of feet away. She had no trouble living up to her reputation as the biggest homebody of the group. You’d supposed she was more interested in Netflix dramas or video games to care much for sex.

And so to see her there, in that lingerie, and to have Chaeyoung explain to the three of you what her friend had wanted to have happen - it was something none of you were ready for. You could only stand there, dumbfounded, as Chaeyoung went over the rules, slowly stripping first the robe, and then the lingerie from her older friend’s slim, perfect body, as though she were unwrapping or unboxing some new present or gift. Soon Mina was naked, and shortly thereafter Chaeyoung was motioning for the three of you to come forward - and for the clearly defined activities to begin.

Back in the present, Buzz is nearing his peak, if his steadily increasing grunts were any indication. He’d been a toy before, of course, but surprisingly, this was his first time with Mina - and you didn’t blame him for how quickly he was approaching his orgasm, particularly considering the speed at which the obscene spectacle you’d suddenly become a part of had brought you to your own.

With a final grunt and a hissed profanity Buzz grasps the back of Mina’s head with both hands,  throwing his head back and letting a moan leave his lips as he fills her mouth with its second load of semen in the last ten minutes. Mina takes it with practiced ease, breathing easily through her nose, before she finally taps Buzz’s thigh and he releases her head.

Like she did earlier with your load, she coughs softly to clear her airway before swallowing as much of his cum as she can down a greedy, thirsty throat.

The sly, devilish smile returns. Throughout her time with you and with Buzz she had been pumping Woody’s cock, not missing a single beat - and when she finally turns to him, you could tell he wasn’t far from cumming himself.

“Next,” she says, and Woody, ever the impatient one, wastes no time. He slips his cock between her lips and Mina opens her mouth wantonly, taking it inside her warm, wet cavern. Even from your position on the couch you could tell from the wet, slick sounds leaving the young woman’s throat, and the heady grunts and sighs leaving Woody’s, that it was pleasurable in the extreme.

You were still having trouble reconciling the sight in front of you to the image of Mina that you’d had in your head. There she was, that same ladylike, demure, shy princess - on her knees, having taken two loads into her needy mouth and seconds away from a third, her eyes fixated on those of the young man pumping away between her lips. She drools a slick mix of saliva and semen from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, over the creamy, perfect skin of her long neck, and finally onto the small, round mounds of her gently swaying breasts.

Woody wasn’t far from his orgasm even before Mina took him into his mouth, having watched the impossibly beautiful woman blow two men before him while she pumped his cock all the while, and so it surprised no one in the room when he clutched Mina’s head in a similar way to the two men before him. Two more thrusts between her soft pink lips and he was cumming, filling her throat with a third load of fresh warm semen, the third in under fifteen minutes.

She took his load a little better than the first two, her throat working quickly to swallow the warm cum down in pace with the spurts hitting the back of her mouth. When Woody’s slick cock leaves her mouth she takes a moment to wipe her lips with the back of a hand before licking the glistening mix of saliva and cum from it, looking for a moment like a cat licking milk from its paw.

She gathers the spilt cum from her chin and throat with delicate fingers before sucking and licking the long digits clean, a sight which caused your spent cock to stir.

“My god that was so fucking hot,” Chaeyoung says, and for a moment you curse yourself for having forgotten she was even in the room - not that any one would have blamed you given the spectacle that had just occurred moments before. But when you focus on her again you find her on her knees behind Mina - with a hand in her own panties, no doubt stroking the slick flesh between her thighs.

All eyes are on Mina - and when her glistening, slick lips open to say a single word, it stirs all three of you back into action.

“More,” she says.

“You… you heard her,” Chaeyoung says, her sentence interrupted with a soft sigh, as though the sound of Mina’s spoken desire had caused a spike of pleasure to course up her brain. “Woody, you’re up first this time. And… her pussy is next.”

With admirable gusto Woody rises from the couch next to you, cock already half-stiff as he takes it into his hands and brings himself to full hardness in just a few seconds despite being just a few minutes removed from cumming in Mina’s mouth. He was always the most eager of you three, having the least self-control - not that anyone in his situation could have faulted him for it. Who could have reacted any differently, given the situations and opportunities he’d been given over the past months? Who could have blamed him, given the sight of Myoui Mina, naked, on the floor, waiting for him to fuck her?

The beautiful Japanese girl has laid down on the hardwood floor of the apartment, leaning back on her elbows and spreading her legs. On her face is a look that could have melted titanium with the smoldering, unrestrained heat emanating from it.

It was a sentiment you’d found yourself repeating over and over again in the last few months, but the sight of the naked young woman brought it to the forefront of your thoughts once again. Here was a woman that, clothed and on stage, was utterly gorgeous. But here, naked, with nothing save sex and lust and the slick glistening juices dripping from her mouth and the freshly shaved opening between her legs, she was utterly sublime.

There was no need for words - and indeed Mina herself had only said two the entire evening. Her actions said all that needed to be said. With slim, dainty fingers she reaches between her legs, and with her index and middle fingers she parts the pink lips of her pussy, revealing the slick, glistening flesh between them. Even from the couch you could tell she was positively dripping - clearly having three men cum in her mouth had been almost as pleasurable for her as it had been for them.

Woody didn’t need to be told what to do, not when the sight in front of him told him all he needed to know. Dropping to his knees between Mina’s spread legs, he takes his tip and places it at her entrance - before sliding inside her wet, warm pussy.

Mina gasps, Woody sighs. He fills her to the brim, stretches her tight little pussy around his considerable length, relishes in the way her slick walls hug so closely around him as buries himself inside her body.

His hands on her warm, flushed inner thighs, he begins to fuck her.

The rest of you watch, enraptured, as Mina’s body is rocked over and over again with his thrusts, each one sending a delicious little ripple through her torso, giving her small, round breasts and the taut nipples atop them a wonderful little bounce. The warm, wet sound of slapping skin begins to fill the room, quickly reaching a firm but steady rhythm as the young man and woman fuck on the floor.

There is a movement to your left - and you knew even without looking that Buzz was stroking himself to the sight playing out mere feet in front of the both of you. Your own hand reaches for your quickly stiffening cock - only to be beaten to it by Chaeyoung’s hand. The young woman has slid onto the couch next to you, one hand on your quickly stiffened shaft, and the other busy between her drenched panties. You drape a hand over her shoulders, capturing a small, round breast in your palm and squeezing it, delighting in the feel of her taut nipple and its piercing poking your palm. When you turn your head to face her, you find her already facing you, lips half open. You share a heated, passionate kiss for a moment before you return your attention to the spectacle on the floor in front of you, neither of you wishing to miss a single moment of it.

Woody lets a long, pleasured sigh escape his lips as he increases his pace between Mina’s legs, fucking the young woman with long, hard strokes of his cock. Of the three of you he was always the least willing to hold back, the least able to conceal his emotions and reactions - again, not that you could have blamed him. Could anyone have hid their reaction to the sight, feel, and sound of fucking one of the country’s most desired women on her living room floor, with an audience watching every move?

He leans his head back slightly, continuing to pump away at the woman beneath him. Mina’s sighs turn slowly into pleasurable moans, but even as they raise in volume she does not form words - her wordless, formless moans form a beautiful backdrop, a lewd melody to the wet slap of skin on skin and wet juices moving against slick flesh that was filling the room.

“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight, Mina,” Woody hisses between gritted teeth as he intensifies his rhythm, the grip on the woman’s thighs tightening. Mina’s only response is another moan, a soft, mewling sound that somehow said, even without the unnecessary complications of human language, that she was loving every moment of this.

“I’m gonna fucking cum Mina, god, I’m gonna cum so hard,” he continues. His thrusts quicken. The wet slap of skin on skin loudens, matched only by the moans leaving Mina’s throat as she, too, approaches her first orgasm of the night.

“Cum in her!” Chaeyoung snaps, her outburst not affecting the rhythm with which she was pumping your cock nor the thrusting of her fingers between her own drenched pussy lips. You take the opportunity to pinch her pierced nipple with a thumb and forefinger, giving the barb a slight twist and wrenching a sigh from the young Korean girl. “Cum in her,” she repeats, the words half-moan, as her eyes shut and her own orgasm beckons. “Remember the rules.”

“Oh god I’m cumming,” Woody says, Chaeyoung’s words pushing him over the edge, somehow making what he was experiencing real, as though his brain needed convincing that he was not in the middle of some ridiculously lewd dream. He buries himself inside Mina’s pussy and lets his orgasm overtake his senses. He lets out a grunt with each spurt of cum that leaves his cock to paint Mina’s walls, filling her with warm, thick semen.

Mina orgasms at the feel of her pussy’s first load of cum that evening - even though every occupant in the room knew it wouldn’t be the only load it would be receiving. Her body quivers and trembles on the floor, fingers clutching in vain at the floor as her body is rocked by pleasure. Her moans peak, increasing in volume until they are cut short with a sharp, wet cry.

It takes the two of them a few moments to recover, but when they have regained some of their senses Woody finally withdraws his spent cock from her, rising from his knees to ensure the three occupants on the couch had the best view of the thick white slop of semen that emerged from Mina’s pussy. The sight of it elicits a soft cry from Chaeyoung - and her body goes rigid for a moment as she experiences her own orgasm, becoming a trembling, mewling mess for a few moments on the couch.

Your eyes still glued to Mina’s, you reach over to Chaeyoung’s right hand, pulling it from her panties by the wrist - and bringing it to your mouth. Chaeyoung whimpers as she watches you suck and lick her clear, tangy juices from her fingertips. On the floor, Mina spreads her legs, squirming on the floor to ensure her opening was pointed directly at you.

“Next,” Mina says, even as her left hand drifts to the slick flesh between her legs, where she plays with the cum flowing from her opening. Sultry. Lustful. Sex personified, given voice and female form.

You rise from the couch, taking notice of the whimper that leaves Chaeyoung’s lips, as though she were momentarily upset at having to let you go. But Mina’s draw was too great, and your body compels you to take up position between Mina’s legs. She spreads them eagerly, eyes fixated on yours, half-lidded and needy.

You lean over her body, holding your upper body up with hands on either side of her head. Mina wraps her thighs around your hips, reaching down between you to line up your tip with her slick, drenched opening.

“God, fuck her,” Chaeyoung hisses from the couch. “Fuck her hard. Fuck her into the floor.”

“Fuck that slutty cum-filled pussy,” Woody snaps. “She needs another load in that hole of hers.”

All Buzz can do is grunt in approval, his hand working at his shaft in anticipation for his own turn with the wanton, naked woman squirming on the floor.

You slide inside her.

That she was so tight, despite the rough fucking Woody had given her and the fact that her walls were slick and saturated with a healthy load of his cum, was almost unbelievable. But her pussy grips you so tightly as you stretch her out with its second shaft of the night that it is almost unbearable. The other girls were tight, of course, but Mina was just as tight as them - even though she was mere minutes from being fucked and filled with cum.

You let out a sigh as you bury yourself inside her to the hilt. Mina moans in response, her thighs and legs closing around your hips, locking you inside her. Your arms almost give out with the pleasure of her walls tightening around you. You open eyes you had no idea you’d shut, forcing yourself to look down and watch that beautiful, delicate face of hers as you slowly, carefully ease yourself out of her tight little body for the first time.

She lets a little whimper leave her saliva and cum-slick lips as you exit her body for the first time. It turns into a little sigh when you thrust back inside - a sigh that tells you she wanted it faster, harder, that you needn’t be so soft and careful.

She bites her lip, a flash of perfect ivory on slick pink lips that still drooled cum from its corners. She gives you a slight, barely noticeable nod.

And so you begin to fuck her harder, steadily building your rhythm, savoring each and every entry and exit in and out of the perfect young woman beneath you, your cock drilling almost vertically into her pussy, nailing her hard into the cold, unforgiving floor. She is so tight and slick and creamy around your cock that every withdrawal makes an obscene, wet sound to be followed by a slick sloshing sound as you penetrate her, sloshing and mixing the slick mix of fluids inside her pussy. You can feel her juices and Woody’s semen gathering at your base and dripping down your balls, and it spurs you, makes you even stiffer, drives you into fucking her harder and harder.

Without any cushioning between you and the hard, unforgiving floor Mina might’ve thought the experience uncomfortable and even painful - were it not for the hard length plunging in and out of her creamy, messy pussy at a hard, fast pace, each thrust a wonderful little burst of pleasure that she wanted, needed more of. It overwhelmed everything else her senses told her. Her world was pleasure, and the cock between her thighs that was the source of it. Her legs close even tighter around you, thighs tight around your hips, ankles locking behind your butt, her legs and feet working to pull you deeper and faster inside her with each thrust.

For a moment you had trouble believing the lascivious, utterly sexual creature beneath you was the same Mina you thought you’d known. This behavior seemed more fitting for Nayeon, or Momo, or Sana. But this was Myoui Mina, ice princess of Twice - even if it was a side of her that she rarely, if ever, showed.

They thought her a perfect, prim, proper lady. She supposed that on some level they were right -  most of the time, she seemed completely uninterested in some of the lewd indulgences of the other girls. Not that she judged them for it, far from it, she just didn’t have the same constant need for it that they did.

For Myoui Mina, the need for sex, for fucking, for being filled with a man’s cock came rarely. It just wasn’t an overwhelming need for her like it was for some of the others. Her cravings for it were rare.

But when it hit, it hit her with the force of a thunderbolt. She wanted it all. And she wanted it hard, fast, in its purest form, without the frivolities of foreplay or emotion or affection. 

And so as you pound her, nail her into the floor and fuck her drenched, cum-filled pussy with a reckless rhythm, she loved every moment of it.

Your forearms give out on you unexpectedly, your muscles no longer able to keep you upright. But it turns out to be a blessing in disguise - Mina wraps her arms around your neck, drawing you closer to her, your sweaty, wet torsos pressed against each other. Her taut, tight nipples press against your pectorals, and her moans and sighs sound all the clearer with those perfect lips of hers so close to your ears.

You drill into her, pound her, fuck her into the floor. You abandon all semblance of technique or control, becoming little more than a feral animal, a slave to his needs, responding only to the pleasured moans that leave needy throat and fill your ears. The onlookers on the couch goad you, tell you to fuck her even harder, to wreck the body beneath you, fill her with yet more creamy, hot cum - but you barely hear them all.

All that exists is the beautiful young woman beneath you, reduced as she was to a mewling, moaning mess. She speaks to you with her body. She tells you without words that she wants more, another load to fill her needy pussy. 

“Gonna fucking cum,” you grunt into Mina’s sweat-damp neck. If the others heard you you didn’t care. You are vaguely aware of Chaeyoung’s voice likely telling you to cum inside her, but you don’t quite hear it, so lost are you to the sensations and feeling of Mina’s tight, wet, creamy pussy and every entry and exit you make in and out of it.

Mina lets one last, mewling cry leave her lips before she succumbs to her second orgasm of the night. You follow her into bliss, pounding into her one last time, driving yourself as deep as you can inside her body and nailing her to the floor before you cum.

You fill her pussy with hot, creamy, thick semen, giving it its second load of the evening. Mina moans and sighs with each rope that fills her, still lost in her own orgasm. She tightens and pulsates around you so tightly you think for a moment that she might tear your cock off were you to move - but you are happy to lie there, embedded hilt deep inside her as you empty yourself into her messy, creamy depths.

It takes Mina herself pressing her palms to your upper chest and slowly, carefully pushing you up to an upright position before your senses slowly return to you. Her eyes, half-lidded, speak to you once more without saying a word. She tells you she loved it, loved the way your cum felt inside her, loved the way it had already begun to leak out of her sloppy, messy hole.

Without breaking eye contact with you, her glistening lips part and she speaks.

“Next.”

You slip out of her as your tired bones leave her embrace. When your cock leaves her sloppy pussy it leaves behind a thick, creamy stream of cum, yours and hers and Woody’s. Her opening is an outright mess, dripping heavy drops of juices onto the floor that quickly form into a puddle of thick white liquid. 

But Mina is unfazed by it. She turns around on the floor, her tired, weary body somehow still having enough energy to move, until she is on her hands and knees atop the dirty, sticky floor, that large, round, firm ass of hers and the sticky pussy below it pointed at the occupants on the couch.

“Your… your turn, Buzz,” Chaeyoung manages to say. You join her on the couch, and she has only enough energy to give you a short kiss before she bends over your stomach as you collapse on the cushions. Soon you feel her tongue and hands working on your cock, slurping up the thick juices slathered on it, relishing the taste of her friend’s juices and the combined semen of two men.

With surprising speed Buzz leaves the couch to take up position behind Mina, taking his stiff cock and placing it quickly at her entrance. He takes a moment to slide the head up and down her drenched lips, covering his tip with her juices and the warm semen dripping from her entrance, relishing in the way her freshly fucked lips open once more for another cock. But his momentary reserve of self-control is quickly used up, and with his hands on her hips he slides inside Mina’s warm, creamy, slick pussy.

He lets out a groan as he fills her, and he quickly ramps up into a steady, hard rhythm, fucking the young woman from behind with a pace that surprises you with its speed. 

Buzz had been, for lack of a better word, a bit of a mentor to you and Woody. He’d been there before, after all, been a toy several times in the past and done what the two of you were experiencing for the first time. But he’d admitted early on that Tzuyu and Mina were the only two that he’d yet to sleep with - and while you’d certainly bugged him about how you’d already had Tzuyu, you knew that the opportunity for a first fuck was what leant him this newfound energy.

Soon he is fucking her hard, hands gripping her wide hips tightly, clapping his crotch against that round, full ass of hers with each thrust into her creamy, cum-filled pussy. It’s a pace and roughness that you’d not seen him exhibit before, and you would’ve thought for a moment that he was hurting her - were it not for the fact that Mina herself was pushing back against his cock, driving it deeper and deeper inside her with each thrust.

You had to admit that you were more than a little jealous of Buzz and the fact that he was the one to fuck her from behind. Even from your point of view on the couch the sight of that round, full ass of hers bucking against Buzz’s hips was utterly beautiful - you could only imagine how Buzz felt about it. Mina’s butt had definitely had its fair share of attention focused on it in the past couple of months, and you knew from the way she moved that she relished every moment of it.

With a strangled cry she throws her hair back in a cascade of raven strands, looking back over her shoulder at the man hammering away at her pussy, fixating him with a glare that was unmistakable in its message - more, she said, without using words, her body speaking, saying more than she could have with language.

It was becoming a pattern - the third toy to have his turn at one of Mina’s holes didn’t last very long. It was unsurprising, given that they had likely spent the last few minutes watching her being filled with two prior loads. 

Buzz, despite his efforts, is helpless to repeat the pattern. You could tell by the increasing pace of his thrusts that he would last only a minute or two longer before he too succumbed to his peak. He grips Mina’s large, firm ass cheeks with tight palms, relishing in the way her flesh filled his hands. 

“Fucking spank that ass,” Chaeyoung spits as she lets your sloppy cock leave her lips for a moment. “Spank her ‘til she’s red.”

“Fucking do it, bro,” Woody snaps. “Spank that ass while you cum in her pussy. That’s the fucking nicest ass in the country.”

Buzz obeys, delivering slap after open handed slap to Mina’s ass, each one eliciting a sharp yelp from the girl. Woody was right - it probably was the nicest ass in the country. Arguable, probably, but certainly a contender, particularly given its owners propensity in recent months to show it off as much as possible.

“I’m gonna cum in you, Mina,” Buzz hisses, even as he delivers another snack to Mina’s right cheek, leaving it red and flushed. 

“Cum in that messy, slutty pussy,” Chaeyoung hisses, even with her lips pressed to your quickly hardening cock. “Fill it with another load.”

Buzz gives Mina a few more thrusts before he buries himself inside her and cums, filling her drenched hole with its third load of cum of the night. He continues to thrust even as he spurts rope after rope inside her, as though wishing to push the combined loads of three men deeper and deeper inside the mewling young woman’s womb. Mina can do little more than gasp and sigh and moan as she is filled yet again.

When Buzz slips out of her he collapses on his butt on the floor, finally drained of energy. Mina’s ass remains upright but her upper body finally collapses to the floor. A thick stream of cum quickly appears at her well-fucked, cum-saturated hole before dripping onto the floor and collecting into a small puddle beneath her quivering body.

For a few moments no words are spoken. The four of you can do little more than watch as the cum drips from Mina’s well-used, well-fucked pussy and into the quickly expanding puddle beneath it. 

Eventually she finds the strength to raise her upper body onto two shaky forearms, and then onto her knees. Every movement of hers causes another glob of cum to drip from her pussy.

She reaches behind her, gripping the reddened, sore cheeks of her ass - before parting them to reveal her asshole.

“More,” she says.

“Jesus,” Buzz swears, even as he strokes his shaft to the sight of her third and final hole.

Chaeyoung’s mouth reluctantly leaves your newly stiffened cock, giving it one last slurp from base to tip. “Do it, Buzz,” she hisses as she leaves the couch, taking up position on the floor in front of Mina. The two girls kiss - passionately, lustfully, swapping the miscellaneous bodily fluids in their mouths - before Mina embraces her, leaning her upper body atop her for support. Chaeyoung glares over her friend’s shoulder at Buzz before speaking. “Get your cock nice and wet… and fuck that ass.”

The three of you are sore and near spent. But it spoke to the undeniable, powerful pull of Myoui Mina’s body that all three of you quickly return to full stiffness, your cocks brought to full attention by the prospect of fucking the gorgeous ass in front of you.

Buzz takes up position behind Mina once more, and while his cock is already slick with his own cum and that of two other men - not to mention Mina’s own generous juices - he nonetheless takes a moment to slip his cock between Mina’s slick lips, coating it with yet more of the bodily fluids dripping from her body, making sure it was more than generously lubricated.

When his cock is glistening and slick, he places it at her rear entrance. Chaeyoung reaches around Mina’s body to part her ass cheeks. 

Buzz slides inside her. Slowly, carefully.

It spoke to Mina’s experience with anal sex - or perhaps her practice with toys of the rubber variety - that Buzz was able to slide so easily into her ass. Or perhaps she was so needy, so lost in lust at the prospect of having the third of her holes fucked, that her body was happy to let his shaft penetrate her most precious entrance. Regardless, Buzz soon fills her to the brim with his shaft, and the two of them let out long, lustful moans.

Slowly he withdraws himself from her ass, spending a moment half-buried in her before he thrusts back in. Soon he has settled into a slow but steady rhythm.

He is careful, considerate - the way the three of you always were when it came to anal sex with the girls. As much as they said they enjoyed it, you all knew that hurting them was the last thing you wanted.

But Mina, as she had made obvious throughout the evening, was not like the other girls. She turns her head around to look over her shoulder at Buzz, and for the first time that evening she says something other than the two words she’d used to that point.

“Harder!” she hisses, “Fuck my ass harder!”

Buzz, spurred into action, does just that. The two of you on the couch are momentarily shocked by her outburst - before the implication of what she had demanded, and the ease with which she was taking Buzz’s cock in and out of her ass, settled into your lust-addled minds.

“Do it,” Chaeyoung adds, even as Mina returns to her embrace. “Fuck that ass. Fuck it hard and fast. Give her what she wants. Fill this last hole with your loads. Fuck it like you fucked her mouth and pussy.”

Buzz increases his pace, fucking Mina’s ass with a pace only slightly less fast than the one he’d reached when he was drilling her pussy mere minutes before. His brow furrows. His grip on her flushed, sore ass cheeks tightens. The tightness of her hole, the sight of her bent over and taking his cock in her most private of holes, the taboo of fucking the ass of the most introverted, quietest member of the group, the vocalized moans and sighs leaving her mouth - and above all, the hissed order for him to fuck her ass harder - it pushed him towards his third orgasm of the night with surprising speed.

His brain is unable this time to announce it as he had with his previous orgasms, as Chaeyoung had said was one of the rules. He only has the bandwidth to mumble out a grunt before burying himself inside Mina’s tight, hot ass and spurting rope after rope of semen into her depths, emptying the last of his cum inside her.

It couldn’t have been more than five minutes since he’d entered her. Not that you - or anyone else - could have blamed him for not lasting longer inside the ass of one of the most beautiful women on earth.

Mina lets a long, soft moan escape her lips as the third of her holes is filled with cum for the first time. This one is unlike the others - less of pleasure, more of accomplishment, as though having a third and final hole filled with cum was some sort of perverse achievement to be recognized.

Even before Buzz has time to slip out of her and fall onto the floor against the couch in an exhausted, spent heap, Mina has turned her head around in Chaeyoung’s arms to face Woody.

“Next,” she says, even as Buzz’s cum appears in a thick glob at the entrance to her ass.

Mina turns once more to face Chaeyoung, and the two kiss once more, tongues dueling within hungry mouths. Mina fills her younger friend’s mouth with a moan as Woody takes up position behind her and fills her hungry asshole with his cock, sliding inside her hole with relative ease. Even as he begins to fuck her butt Mina continues making out with Chaeyoung, their lips and tongues making a mess of each other’s faces.

Chaeyoung’s lips leave Mina’s, her tongue sliding across the older woman’s cheeks and chin, licking up the remnants of the loads of cum that had somehow missed her mouth. She slurps them all up, hungrily, greedily. Mina moans in pleasure - at the feel of her friend cleaning her face of semen, and at the cock filling her ass again and again with thick, hard meat. Eventually the sighs increase in volume as Chaeyoung begins pinching her nipples, even as she continues to suck tightly on a warm spot in Mina’s neck.

“Mmmmhmmmmm,” Mina sighs, “Yes, yes, fuck my ass! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

That was what it took - anal sex - to get her to vocalise her pleasure. She’d been silent when she was taking loads in her mouth and pussy, relying mainly on her wordless moans and sighs to communicate, pausing only to say “next” when moving to the next toy and “more” when moving to the next hole. 

It was yet another surprise in an evening full of surprises. To hear Mina - perfect, princess-like, demure, lady-like, any one of a million similar adjectives - to hear her say the things she was saying, it was overwhelming. It seemed like some sort of fever dream, even more so than the myriad of other ridiculous experiences you’d had in the past few months.

But it was all real, and it was all happening on the floor mere feet from you.

Woody’s pace increases, the telltale sign of him nearing his orgasm. Unlike Buzz, he has the wherewithal to announce his impending peak.

“Gonna fucking cum in your ass, Mina! You want it? You want this cum in your messy, slutty little asshole?”

“Yes!” is the response, a wet, strangled cry that sends spit flying from a drooling mouth. “Yes, do it, do it, fill my slutty little ass with your cum!”

Woody does just that, burying himself inside her sore pink hole before filling it with a second load of cum. His moans of pleasure are matched only by Mina’s. Like Buzz, he is unable to remain in an upright position for long. Soon he slips out of her, falling on his butt on the floor next to Mina. Before long his cum, too, begins to drip out of her well-used, well-fucked ass, joining the obscene puddle of juices on the floor.

Mina turns her head from Chaeyoung’s shoulder. You knew what she would say, even before she said it - and yet the word, that single word, that single syllable, manages to spur you into action like nothing else you’d heard that night.

“Next.”

“Fuck, Mina,” you spit as you leave the couch to take up position behind her. Others might have balked at being the third man in under ten minutes to fuck a well-used hole, but you had to admit that the sight of Mina’s gaping, cum-dripping asshole was nothing short of utterly sublime.

As you bring the tip of your painfully sore but still rock hard cock to her rear entrance, you lock eyes with Chaeyoung over Mina’s shoulder. In the younger woman’s eyes is a look of pure, unfiltered need - almost as though she wanted to be the one you were taking, not Mina. One of her hands is cradling Mina, the other is working busily between her own legs.

“Do it, baby. Fuck her ass. Wreck that hole.”

”Do it,” Mina gasps, turning her head slightly, a breathless plea leaving drooling lips. “Ravage my body. Wreck my asshole. Pound my ass so hard I can’t walk for the next week.”

To hear her say those words was almost enough to have you cum right there and then.

You press the tip of your cock at the open, gaping hole of her ass, swirling it around the entrance, collecting more of the copious amounts of cum leaking from it. She was certainly not lacking for lubrication. And you were not lacking for the need to fuck her needy little ass as hard as she was demanding you to.

You slide inside Myoui Mina’s ass.

She is so tight and wet and hot that you think you could’ve cum with your first thrust inside her. You’d had plenty of experience with anal sex, particularly with the other girls, but none of them came this close to being so tight and hot around your cock. Even the plentiful, thick loads of semen saturating her hole did little to hide her tightness. Her tightness almost took your breath away.

“Fuck her,” Chaeyoung snaps, her words jarring you into action. “Fuck that ass!”

You would have been happy to stay there, buried balls deep in Mina’s ass, but Chaeyoung’s words - and the slow gyrating of Mina’s hips and thighs as they try to spur you into action - eventually goad you into moving. Slowly at first, but with a steadily increasing pace, you begin to fuck Mina’s ass with long, slow strokes.

But your slow pace is not enough, no, not for Mina. Soon she is bouncing her ass and entire lower body back against you in an attempt to take you harder and deeper inside her. She swears in a mixture of English and Korean and Japanese - and while you made little sense of the sounds coming out of her mouth you knew what they meant.

Harder. Faster. Rougher.

And so you obey. You move one of your hands from her hips to the small of her back, tracing a path up her sweat-slick spine and its delicious curve. The feel of your fingers on her sweaty back entices her into curving her back as she molds herself to your touch. Your hand eventually reaches her shoulder, where you find a solid grip; you reach forward with your other hand to grasp a handful of raven black hair, pulling back and up, tearing her face from Chaeyoung’s neck with a startled cry.

Then you fuck her ass hard and fast.

You almost surprised yourself with the liberties you were taking, drilling in and out of her butt with the same speed and depth that you’d used on her mouth and pussy earlier - but if she cared, if she was in any sort of discomfort or pain, she didn’t show it. No, her body reacted in quite the opposite way, and her voice - which had hitherto refrained from using words - had suddenly become her primary method of communication.

“Yes!” she shouts - a loud, full shout from a wet, sore throat. “Yes! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me like that, wreck my hole, pound me, fuck me until you cum in my slutty little ass!”

You grunt in reply, because it was all you could do, the faculties of human language having long since abandoned your grasp and ability. The rest of you, every fibre of your being, was focused on pounding Mina’s tight little hole as hard and fast as you possibly could.

The other girls did little to hide their needs, little to obscure the fact that they wanted sex and got off on it. But it was Mina’s seeming indifference, her ladylike attitude, as though she were above it all - it was what made pounding her ass so unlike the pleasure you derived from the others. There was a perverse pleasure in watching her take your cock in the most taboo way possible, of seeing this perfect, ladylike woman reduced to a mewling, moaning, cum-filled mess that begged and cried for a harder, rougher pounding for her ass - it was utterly sublime. There was no other word for it. It was otherworldly.

For a few delicious moments there is absolutely nothing in the world aside form the tight hot sheath of flesh around your cock, the warm flesh of her shoulder in your right palm and the strands of sweat-slick hair in your right, all topped with the lewd, filthy, obscene words spilling from Myoui Mina’s mouth.

Her body drips sweat and semen and spit and her own pussy juices. Equally filthy words tumble from her sore, drooling lips. You wanted to remain frozen there, with her tight little ass wrapped around your cock and those obscene words and moans spilling from her lips.

But try as you might, you couldn’t have it last forever. Not when you were already sore and spent from filling the cum-filled young woman with two loads of your own to match the six already filling her body. Not when the sheer, pure pleasure overwhelming you was more than enough to cause you to cum at any moment.

When Mina orgasms for the third time, her ass tightening exponentially around you - there was little you or anyone else could have done.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, Mina,” you hiss through gritted teeth, your lust and pleasure-addled brain on the edge of losing all comprehension.

“Mmmm, ohfuckohfuckohfuckyesplease, do it, do it, cum in my ass!” 

And so you do it, burying yourself hilt deep inside the quivering young woman’s asshole before filling it with the last of your cum, giving her every last drop you had left in your body, leaving rope after rope inside her sore, well-used, cum-filled rectum. 

Your world almost blacks out. A part of you feels like you’d just emptied your very soul inside Mina’s body right along with your last load of semen.

Before you know it, you are on your butt on the living room floor right alongside Woody and Buzz. At some point Chaeyoung crawls over to you, drapes one of your arms around her like some sort of blanket, and falls asleep with her head on your chest. Buzz has curled up into a ball on the floor a few feet away, and Woody has already begun lightly snoring.

Your last sight before sleep takes you is of Mina, rising from the floor on shaky legs. She drips with juices, hers and those of the three men who had just taken her, from every well-fucked, well-used hole. Flowing down her thighs is a sizable stream of cum, her own slick fluids mixing with six loads of semen dripping out of her pussy and ass.

But on her lips is a sly smile of contentment.

She walks away towards her bedroom as the welcome embrace of sleep overtakes you.

---

You could have stayed in that shower for the whole rest of the day.

You sigh as you let the water pressure massage the back of your neck and top of your back, relishing the warmth of the water as it flowed down your sore, tired body. As pleasurable as the previous night’s activities were, you were looking forward to taking it easy today, perhaps spending a good chunk of it sleeping and recovering.

Son Chaeyoung had other plans, however. Not that you were opposed to her stripping naked and joining you in the shower.

She greets you with a kiss - one that begins soft but quickly escalates in passion as you wrap your arms around each other, letting the water soak your bodies as you hold each other closely. When she breaks the kiss she spends a few moments with her forehead pressed against yours, a content smile on her lips.

You weren’t quite sure where things were going with Chaeyoung - there were certainly moments when you’d felt that her affections had advanced beyond those that she would show to a mere fuck buddy, moments when you could have been forgiven for believing that maybe, just maybe, she had wanted something more from you than mere sexual satisfaction. It was there in the soft, emotional kisses that she didn’t share with the other toys, or in her occasional flashes of possessiveness when you had your sessions with the other girls.

One day, perhaps soon, you might ask her about where your relationship was going. But for now you were content with keeping the beautiful young woman in your arms, regardless of what your relationship had in store in the future.

“Good morning,” she says, softly. “I bet you’re sore as hell.”

“Hell yeah,” you admit, stepping backward so that your back was leaning against the shower wall. Chaeyoung joins you, keeping one of her arms around your neck - while the other began to drift towards your cock. “Probably not as sore as Mina, though,” you begin. “Is she okay?”

“I checked in on her this morning, and she’s fine. Better than fine, actually - she was just lying there casually watching an anime on Netflix and having a bowl of ice cream like she hadn’t just had a fucking foursome the night before. She’ll probably lock herself in her room for the next couple of days, playing with her video games or legos or whatever it is she does in there all the time. We probably won’t see her outside of work for a week or so.”

“I was kinda surprised that she would ask us to do that,” you say. Chaeyoung’s fingers have closed around your quickly hardening shaft, and even though your sore, aching cock protested, you couldn’t help but feel the first embers of need begin to light in your loins.

“Yeah, she’s super quiet and ladylike ninety-nine percent of the time… but when she wants to get laid, she really cuts loose.”

“I dunno, she seemed pretty tight to me.”

“Tighter than me!?” Chaeyoung spits, looking up at you with a half-serious angry look. Her hand tightens around your cock.

“Of course not,” you say, earning a loosening of her grip around your shaft. 

“Hmph. You’re just saying that because I’m giving you a handjob in the shower.”

“Of course not,” you repeat, earning a reluctant smile from the young woman. “Not gonna lie, I was expecting maybe a… less intense time with Mina. I had no idea she would want to do something like that. I didn’t know she was the type.”

Chaeyoung smiles slyly, her gaze focused on your now fully stiffened shaft. She continues to stroke it with soft pumps, even as she speaks.

“It’s pretty rare that she gets horny, but when she does, she’s a real bitch in heat. I was a little surprised too when she told me she wanted to try it. We call it ‘running the OT9.’”

“The OT9?”

“The Oppa Train 9,” she explains. “Three loads in all three holes, from three different oppas.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the name. Chaeyoung, reluctantly, lets a little chuckle escape her lips.

“It’s a stupid name, I know. Sana came up with it. And for the record, not all of us have done it,” she continues. “Mina’s done it now, obviously, and Momo. She took it like a champ, and I think she wants to do it again some day. Sana wants to try it soon, I think. Oh… and that slut’s done it too.”

Even without her speaking the name you knew who Chaeyoung was referring to. The growing friction between Chaeyoung and Nayeon had been impossible to ignore in recent weeks, and you were more than a little curious about what was at the root of it.

“Chaeyoung… about you and Nayeon-”

“Whatever,” Chaeyoung interrupts. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now.”

“Should I stop seeing her?”

“No, it’s fine,” she answers with a sigh. “Just promise me the next time you’re with her… that you’ll make it extra rough.”

“I will.”

The two of you stand there in silence for a few moments. Chaeyoung’s rhythm on your cock continues unabated - and you take the opportunity to bring a hand to her chin, tilting it up and giving her a deep kiss. Your tongue glides over her teeth before she captures it between her lips, sucking on it lightly, teasing it with her own tongue. When you break the kiss, you plant soft kisses on her cheek until your lips are next to her ears.

“Do you ever wanna try it?” you ask. “You looked like you were almost ready to join in last night.”

“Are you asking me if I want to have a train run on me? You want to watch me take nine loads like a slutty little pornstar, do you?” Chaeyoung asks with a sly smile.

You smile back before giving her a playful shrug.

“I haven’t really thought about it,” she answers, returning her gaze to your cock. “At least, not when we had other toys in the past. But now that you’re here… maybe someday.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you say, bringing a hand up to her right breast, cupping the small mound and teasing her piercing with your thumb. “I think you’d look so fucking hot dripping nine loads of cum out your holes.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, a soft, pleasured sound as the rhythm of her hand on your cock quickens slightly. “Right now, I think there’s only one load I’m interested in. You think you have enough left in here to give me one?”

“I’ll always have a load for you, Chaeyoung.”

She looks up at you with a smile - sly, full of devilish intent.

“What about three?”

“I think I can do that,” you answer, catching on to her meaning.

“Good. I want it in a different order from what you gave Mina, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I want you to cum in my pussy first - so I can taste us on your cock when you fuck my mouth.”

“Fuck yes.”

“Then, I want you to cum in my mouth - so I can get you nice and wet and slick for when you fuck my ass.”

“Fuck, Chaeyoung.”

“Do you… wanna know a secret?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve never let anyone cum in my ass before,” she says, eyes half-lidded now, words slurring into sighs and moans as she continues to pump your cock. Your fingers tighten around her nipple, teasing and twisting the piercing, making her squirm. Your other hand reaches around her body and grasps a full butt cheek before giving it a wet slap. 

“I’ve had toys fuck my ass,” Chaeyoung continues as you squeeze and palm her reddened butt cheek, ”I’ve had them stretch it out… but I always made them pull out and cum on me afterward. On my back or on my butt. I guess I hadn't found a toy I liked enough to let cum inside my ass. Maybe I was saving my first anal creampie for someone special.”

“God, Chaeyoung. I want you so bad.”

“Yeah? So you don’t want me to call the other toys over here and have them join us?” she asks, with a teasing smile.

“Fuck no. I want your ass for my own. I want to be the first and only one cumming in your ass.”

“Yeah?” Chaeyoung growls, a carnal sound from lustful lips. Your newfound possessiveness of her seemed to pour gasoline on the already blazing ball of desire between the young woman’s legs. You smile to yourself as you come to the realization that possessiveness and jealousy were likely some of her kinks.

“I fucking want this tight little body of yours, Chaeyoung. I want it all to myself. I want to own you. I want you to be mine.”

“Mmmmfff,” she growls, a wordless sound of desire. “Do you wanna be the first? Do you wanna be the first toy to give me a creampie in all my holes? Do you wanna be the first to claim my ass? Stretch it out, leave it wide and gaping? You want me to drip your cum from all three of my holes? I fucking want it. Oh god, I want it. I want to be yours.”

“Fuck yes.”

“Good. But first things first… my pussy and my mouth need loads too. You better not keep them waiting.”

Your hands move quickly to her ass, picking her up off the shower floor and pinning her back against the wall. She captures your face with her hands and kisses you passionately, even as you bring your cock to her pussy. She moans into your mouth as you enter her.

You came to a realization that morning, as you took her again and again in the steamy, hot shower. 

The other girls were amazing, of course - but you were Chaeyoung’s toy first and foremost.

---

Author’s Note: omg I need a shower in holy water after that filth please don’t judge my writing ability on this I can write fluff too I swear. The next chapter in the Bird series will have enough fluff/angst to make up for this I promise :P

Filth and smut aside, I hope you’re all being excellent to yourselves and each other. Thank you all for the constant support and love you’ve shown me. Times have been tough for me lately irl (nothing too serious, just a few things that haven’t gone my way), but I always feel a little better when I hear from you guys and how you enjoy my work. Even if it’s just leaving a like - I appreciate it all and you have no idea how much it means to me to know that someone else out there has had their day be just a little better because of something I’ve written.

I love you all and wish you nothing but the best in your own lives <3

[iingezo]

2024 ppleeaaas e

- 1 full personal illust a month (this was resolution 2023 and it came to 0!!! a month! all the year)

- 1 horse illust (besa) a month is an acceptable trade, even if its for other people at least its properly indulgent and i get a gay little recangtle to put in w all my other horse cards / share w friends at the end

- kofi / patreon :: i jus kept doubting ppld be interested / id have the bandwidth for extra content but smth like paperdolling out monthly couture / fashion weekish collections ppl can go ahead n rtw full looks or borrow bits n pieces for own ocs sounds sweet

- kofi esp bc ppl keep following me there n im like girl why are you here this is an empty feed i thoguhtitwas just for odd lil tips

- the 1 personal illust a month can also be 1) album covers for my oc playlists

- amd/or2) ocs but instead of ever actually designing outfits for any of them i just pjt them in a Gaga look corresponding to their legal quota of Gaga song(s) onntheyssre playlist

- DONT WORK IN JULY DONT DO IT YOU GOT HEAT EXHAUSTION AND FELT GUILTYYY !!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO JULY !!!!!!!! DEVILSSEASON

- hysterectomy

compelte one(1) thing from this list i hate you 2023

[wetcatspellcaster]

I hope this isn't too personal. If it is, I apologize and you can obviously ignore it! But you've mentioned how there was a period where you were going through some stuff and stopped writing. I had the same thing happen, and things are better (yay for both of us getting through Stuff), but my writing still hasn't come back, and it's been years. I know you said BG3 itself helped bring it back, but did you do anything to help force yourself back into writing mode? Just wondering if you had any tips or anything. Thanks!

hey anon, I'm really sorry to hear that you're struggling to write. I'm going to do my best to answer but I've found writers block to be a highly personal thing so I'm not sure what I did works for everyone!

I've had two periods of writing block - one was years long due to having a high pressure university degree and then general life stuff after (18-26) the other was due to depression and something in a fandom upsetting me to the point where I didn't want to interact anymore.

So the first piece of advice I have is, work out what the root cause of the issue is, and address it! Which sucks! It's basically therapy! It feels very silly to even be advising it. But for my first writers block I realised I was putting too much pressure on myself - I wanted everything I wrote to be Meaningful and Perfect - so I devised the silliest and most entertaining writing project I could ever imagine for myself and got rid of expectation, and this broke through the block entirely. I began thinking of writing as a hobby I do for fun rather than a vocation or future profession, etc. I came to this drug late, so people who've been writing fic for longer probably won't find that novel - but I did! For the second issue, I took a break and then I readjusted how I interact with fandom. I probably seem quite antisocial at times to others, but I've just changed my boundaries to make it so I'm comfortable and so I keep writing. I realised that I didn't like the grounds on which I'd been operating on ao3 so I changed them - the block shifted again.

Often, it's not the writing that you're struggling with, necessarily, it's something else in the mix that's preventing you from doing it. See if you can find out what that is!

The second part of your question is 'how do you force writing back'... I don't think you can, honestly. Placing pressure on yourself, I've found, always backfires. But my advice for getting started writing again after a break is as follows:

Make a really fun project, as silly or cringe or self-indulgent as possible. Something you are genuinely excited about putting down on paper. Something that feeds you specifically. from a favourite maladaptive daydream, to a silly one shot, to a laundry list of all your favourite fictional things.

If you feel like you literally can't write sentences, bullet point something instead. This means that you won't feel guilt about losing the idea you've had, but also i've found that whenever I return to bullet points, it's easier to start writing bc it's not a blank page. Whatever your notes are, I promise they will be useful. If you write them in a low energy time and come back to them at a higher energy time, even better, bc past-you has literally set up a little springboard for you once you have the bandwidth to jump!

Reduce pressure. This one is very personal so it'll seem vague. Reducing pressure could be not publishing anything until it's finished. Reducing pressure could be publishing or sharing with friends immediately, so you get support and motivation to help you keep going and don't feel like you're working alone. Reducing pressure could be to pick the easiest project you have first, so you do something that maybe feels simplistic at the time, but it helps you build confidence for facing more ambitious projects later.

I don't know if any of that is helpful, but I've honestly found that for me, keeping writing as fun as possible has been what allows me to keep doing it. Any time I feel anxiety or stress creeping in, I try to remind myself of that by any means necessary.

[multiplicity-positivity]

ok so we're the sys from this ( https://www.tumblr.com/multiplicity-positivity/750380505657147392/h3y-so-l1k3-do-you-guys-t4k3-up-r3qu3sts-for?source=share )

do you think we could get some advice on how to boost connection to the headspace and/or communication? we're a proxy sys but we're very like. strung-out, i guess. no worries if not, of course

Hey, so we’ll do our best to answer both of these questions and talk about boosting connection to your system’s headspace, and boosting communication between system members.

When it comes to connecting with your headspace, we’d like to share a couple links that might help -

Our general post on headspaces, what they are, and how to build/maintain one (with some links to further reading):

And this post by @/humanheartharmonia with some advice from their own experience regarding headspaces:

We think this post ^ has some really handy and useful tips to help headmates connect with their headspace and visualize themselves within their headspace a bit better.

And as for boosting communication between system members… our best advice boils down to time, patience, practice, and self care.

Time: Most systems aren’t going to have amazing communication after just a few weeks of getting to know each other. We believe that for almost any system communication can improve, but it’s going to take time to get there. It could take anywhere from a few months to a few decades to get to a point where you can communicate with your headmates in the ways that you want to. So patience is key here.

Patience: Know that you might not be able to communicate perfectly with your headmates at first, and that’s okay. Don’t punish yourself or your system or talk down on anyone if y’all are getting frustrated, if it’s been a while since you’ve heard from each other, or if you’re feeling exhausted from spending too much time focusing on communication. Take breaks. Take deep breaths. Take things one day at a time. You’ll get there one day - don’t give up!

Practice: Try talking and listening to your headmates whenever you have the energy and cognitive bandwidth for it. Think about them, ask them how they’re doing, and just try to chat with them whenever you can. If things are hazy, foggy, or unclear, that’s okay. If you’re able to, we encourage you to just keep trying even when it’s difficult. Not every interaction between headmates will be distinct and crystal clear. Sometimes things get muddled or different headmates seem distant, and that’s okay. But the more your practice today, the easier it will be tomorrow. Practicing communication every day can help y’all build a solid foundation so that, say, one or two years from now, y’all may find that you’re in a much better place and communication comes much more naturally.

Self care: In our own system, communication becomes much more difficult when we are struggling to meet our own physical, mental, and emotional needs. So doing our best to look after our mind and body can really make a huge difference in the quality of our communication. We’ll go ahead and link our self care post here, in case y’all may find yourselves in a similar situation.

This is probably as much as I’m going to be able to say here for now. We could go on and on about internal communication, how to build on it, potential speed bumps or risks, and how it may look differently for different systems. Please don’t be too discouraged if y’all are still struggling with communication after a few weeks of daily practice - remember that communication is a skill just like any other, and it will take time to master.

So sorry if this response is rambly or muddled - we’re not feeling well today. But I do hope this helps you. Good luck with building communication and gaining a better understanding of your headspace in the future.

[interact-if]

[ID: a graphic-style banner featuring text centered on a black field. The field is at an angle, and on the borders of it are squares in yellow, green, blue, and red. The text reads: “interact-if presents: Guide To Image IDs. Tips to add good image IDs to your posts.” The section that reads "Guide To Image IDs" is written in red text, while the rest is white. /end ID]

Hi everyone! As July was Disability Pride Month, I (being QR) have volunteered to write up a post about how I write image IDs, particularly for graphics like we use in our event posts. I’ve been writing IDs like this for nearly a decade now, and want to share the tips I’ve learned over the years with the greater IF community.

ID are extremely important for those who use screen readers to navigate tumblr, and those who may otherwise have reasons they can’t see images. My hope is that others will find this helpful and will feel more confident including IDs in their IF intro posts, update posts, and maybe even their art!

This post will be getting long, so most of it will be under the cut. Before we get into it, though, here’s a brief outline of what I consider to be important when writing IDs:

Write as much detail as you feel is necessary to describe what’s important.

Write IDs in simple language.

Make the ID readable: make text from the image distinctive, and don’t hide it under a cut.

With that in mind, let’s get started!

Why Write IDs?

You may be wondering why image descriptions (or IDs) are important enough to warrant a full post about them. For me, at least, it feels natural to try to make IF content as accessible as possible.

IFs are, largely, a text-based medium, where the most important information in the work is conveyed through the text. This makes them accessible to people who are blind and use screen readers or text-to-speech functions, whose bandwidth might have trouble with images or videos, or who prefer a text-based approach to online content for any other reason. It therefore makes sense, in my opinion, to approach online content about IFs with that text-based nature in mind. Writing IDs for your images, screenshots, and graphics is a great way to go about this.

Of course, accessibility isn’t just relevant to IF content. IDs make images more accessible to all those people mentioned above, which means that even if tumblr wasn’t designed with disabled people in mind, there’s a way to include more people in the content of this website.

Ready to give it a try?

Basic Image Descriptions

What I try to keep in mind when writing an ID is that you’re trying to convey the important parts of an image to a reader. Give descriptions of as many details about the banner as you can, with a general description of what to expect at the beginning and any important text at the end for maximum impact.

To illustrate this, I’ll use a banner that could have been used at the top of this post.

[ID: a banner-style graphic featuring white text in a futuristic font, centered against a dark photo of the night sky with a great expanse of far-away stars. The text reads, in all-caps: “interact-if presents: Guide to Image IDs.” White horizontal lines frame the text on the above and below; in the middle of the bottom line is a white 8-pointed star. Under the line and the star is the subtitle, in the same font: “Tips to add good image IDs to your posts.” /end ID]

(Btw, all banners used in this post were made by fellow mod Manon, our resident Canva wizard!)

In this case, I start with what exactly the image is -- a banner-style graphic -- then describe the vibes -- white futuristic font, and a great expanse of stars. The lines surrounding the text aren’t crucial information, but they do help situate the reader in terms of where everything is located.

I’ll cover each of the three points I made above the cut, one by one:

1. Write as much detail as you feel is necessary to describe what’s important.

The text, obviously, is important in a banner like this, since it’s meant to convey information! On top of that, it was more important that I give the impression of a starry sky as the background than, say, to detail where exactly certain stars were shining especially brightly. Also, since the text is written in all caps, I’ve included that but haven’t written it in all-caps, since some screen readers will read all-caps text as individual letters.

2. Write IDs in simple language:

This will become more apparent in other examples, I feel, since there isn’t a lot of technical language to use in something like this. Still, I didn’t use the specific name of the font, instead describing it as a futuristic font to get the point across.

3. Make the ID readable: make text from the image distinctive, and don’t hide it under a cut:

This tip is why I bolded the text as it is in the description, to set it apart from the description of the image the same way that it’s apart from the image in the banner itself.

Note that these aren’t be-all end-all rules for writing IDs, these are just tips I use when writing mine. Not everyone will appreciate the text being in bold or italics, and different people have different opinions of what’s important to include. That being said, I find these three tips can make an ID less overwhelming to write.

Let’s try a more intricate banner as another example. (Thank you again Manon!)

[ID: a graphic-style banner featuring text on a stylized scroll that's been unrolled and laid out, as if to display the text. A simple map, a stylized bust of a man's head, an intricate compass rose with an elaborate arrow pointing north, and a round globe are positioned around the text on the scroll. The scroll and other icons are all in shades of beige and brown, and a line of text over the top and under the bottom of the scroll are in beige as well; the text on the scroll itself, as well as the background, are red, and a thin purple border surrounds the red background. All together, the text reads: "Interact-IF presents: Guide to Image IDs. Tips to add good image IDs to your posts". The text that reads “Image IDs” is written in a font to resemble cursive. /end ID]

This graphic is a little more involved, but the description doesn’t have to cover every detail of where everything is! For the three tips again:

1. Write as much detail as you feel is necessary to describe what’s important.

Words like “stylized”, “simple”, “intricate”, and even “realistic” help to convey the tone of a particular image without delving into every detail of it, which could overwhelm a reader. Also, if a particular detail stands out -- the cursive font of the text, for example -- feel free to point it out separately to draw attention to it.

2. Write IDs in simple language:

There are different parts of a scroll with different names, and I was going to try to describe the scroll itself before remembering that not everyone knows what different parts of a scroll are called. I sure don’t! I looked them up at first! Instead, I described the scroll as being rolled out, which gets the point across without getting into technical jargon.

3. Make the ID readable: make text from the image distinctive, and don’t hide it under a cut:

The text is once again bolded in this description to help it stand out. To tie into the first tip again, trying to go into detail about each of the icons would have made the description unwieldy and hard to read.

Why do I suggest not hiding IDs under a cut, you might ask? Think of it this way: if someone is using a screen reader to interpret all images, and every image description was hidden behind another link, it would be frustrating and exhausting to worth through them all. Plus, if you change your URL or the Read More link is broken in some other way, then the post becomes completely inaccessible. To this end, I put my IDs directly under the banner I’m describing.

Basic GIF descriptions

Writing an ID for a GIF can be tricky compared to writing one for a still image, but the basics are the same. To illustrate this, Manon’s also made us a couple of GIFs!

[ID: a graphic-style looping gif banner featuring a photo of a field of tall poppy flowers in green grass. The photo has been tinted so that the colours are paler, almost pastel. White text with red shadows in the center of the image reads: “Interact-IF presents: Guide to Image IDs. Tips to add good IDs to your posts.” Behind the text, a blot of orangey-red appears like someone applying a paint brush to a surface, then swishes in a circle, creating a red circle to help the text stand out against the photo. /end ID]

It should be mentioned in the beginning of the description that the image itself is a GIF.

Instead of copying and pasting what I’ve already said, I’ll just touch on the three points I mentioned earlier briefly:

The saturation of the colours can be really important to help describe the vibes of a piece: the flowers, for example, are not a vivid red, and neither are the stems vividly green, which makes the banner feel like a peaceful painting (at least imo).

An ID writer can decide for themselves if the fact that the flowers are specifically poppies is important or not, but I decided it wasn’t. Also, a “blot” of orangey-red isn’t a technical term, but it gets the point across of what the animation looks like.

And, of course, the text from the graphic is written in bold, with the animation described afterward because it’s directly behind the text and mostly affects it, as opposed to affecting the rest of the image.

What if everything in a GIF is moving? Describe it all, as best you can! Here’s one final example, courtesy of Manon once again:

[ID: a banner-style looping gif graphic featuring blue light against a black background. A blue mote of light travels slowly in a triangular pattern, leaving a long trail of light behind. In front of it, two light blue boxes quickly swipe across the screen and leave behind large glowing white all-caps text that reads: “interact-if presents: Guide To Image IDs.” Underneath the text, the outline of a white box appears, and all-caps text is typed in to read: “Tips to add good image IDs to your posts.” After a couple seconds, the light blue boxes swipe across the screen again to remove the large text, the white box fades away, and the text within it is removed letter by letter. /end ID]

Writing an ID for a GIF with a lot of animation can seem intimidating, but it can help to break it down. As with the IDs written above, I described the background first, which provides a sort of backdrop for the rest of the banner. From there, describing how the text appears (and disappears, in this case) is fairly straight-forward.

What about ALT Text?

Recently tumblr has been working on making their ALT text function more... well, functional. And that’s a great advancement! There are screen readers can pick up on the description in the ALT, but the description won’t appear in the post itself unless you click on the ALT button on the bottom left corner of an image that has such text.

One of the problems with this function, though, is that not everyone who needs an image described uses a screen reader. If that’s the case, they may not even see the ALT button, since it’s very easy to see through it on a post as it isn’t trying to obscure the image. Screen readers that don’t use audio (an instead present text on the screen in Braille, for example) also won’t pick up on the alt text.

Another problem, and one that I often run into, is that there is no way to see ALT text on the tumblr mobile app -- the only way I’ll know that one is even there is if OP says so in their tags, and that information is less helpful than seeing the ID itself.

I’ll include a link to a post by @blindbeta​ that details how and when ALT text can be helpful: here. To explain their post in short, though, one thing they recommend is to include both ALT text and an ID in the post, with the ALT text being a simpler description of what the image or GIF contains, and a more detailed description in the post itself. If you’d prefer to only use one or the other, they recommend just writing an ID in the post itself.

Resources

If you’re new to writing IDs, or you otherwise want more guidance when writing them, don’t worry! I have a few resources to offer. (Each bullet point is a separate link leading to what is being described).

An article on WebAIM.org about designing a website with screen reader accessibility in mind, including a description of how screen readers read content.

A post by tumblr user envythepalmtree with a set-by-step guide to adding image descriptions to tumblr posts.

A post by tumblr user combeferre, reblogged by tumblr user accessibleaesthetics, about how the purpose of the image is more important than putting every little detail in an ID.

A post by tumblr user blindbeta with several links to helpful posts about image IDs, as well as posts about writing blind characters.

A tag on my IF and OC blog, ice-knife, where I reblog posts about image IDs and other related accessibility features.

And one final resource, which is more of a tip than anything: keep in mind that a simple image description is better than none at all, when it comes to accessibility. Any of the above descriptions could be written in just a sentence or two while leaving out all but the most important details. Don’t worry about how “good” your ID is, and focus on getting them written in the first place!

Thanks for reading, and good luck writing your IDs!

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Picturing Jason learning how to do silly little tasks to make pockets feel better. She feels better when she has her nails done? He has a full tool chest full of nail polish and tools, and has spent hours watching YouTube video. Prefers having her hair straightened/curled/put up? Will not only learn how to do it, but the best ways to keep it healthy and protected. Asks Steph, Cass, Selina, and Donna for haircare products and tips. Skincare routine? Knows it like the back of his hand. Anything that makes her feel like a person on bad days, he knows how to do to help keep her afloat as much as possible. He just loves his wife so much

I think he tends more towards reminding her that those things help and helping if she asks, honestly.

Pockets is pretty independent and he knows that. He also doesn't want to put her in a position where she feels like she can't take care of herself. Not to mention there's a lot more give and take in their relationship than that.

They've been hand in hand a LONG fucking time. They love each other a lot. A once in a life time true love. But he's still Jason. He'd brush her hair, sure. He'll cook food that sounds good. But he's got his own brain goblins and doesn't always have the bandwidth to do everything.

[trong-legacy]

Sarah ( @mewtwowarrior​) and I were looking at Green Team’s designs that were posted on the Disney Park’s blog when we realized... hey. Those guys look familiar! So we set out to figure out where each model used for Team Green comes from.

And oh my GOODNESS... does this rabbit hole go DEEP. Buckle up everyone, that picture is only the tip of the iceberg.

Keep on reading to learn how we determined where each model comes from. We made some crazy discoveries, one of which might be a small bit of lost media. LETS GO!

Programs 2 and 6 are using Gem’s model from Run/r. We determined this based on the presence of a seam below the breasts that isn’t present in the Siren model for Evolution (the fabric across their chest is a continuous piece w/ no seams from the collar bone to just below the navel)

The Siren model used in Tron Evolution; from the blog of designer Mario Baldi

We were unable to determine whether Programs 5 and 9 are using: Quorra’s model from Evolution, Quora’s Legacy model in Run/r, or the Female Program model from Run/r. In a similar vein, we were unable to tell if Programs 3 and 7 are using Clu’s model from Evolution or his Legacy model in Run/r because they are also seemingly identical.

Programs 5 and 9 have a line in the center of their outfits. This makes them very similar in appearance to the IO, Commandline, Bitstream, Upload and Bandwidth Tron skins in Fortnite. The Fortnite outfits do not match, though. Even more interestingly, on closer inspection, we realize Quorra’s model in Evolution, her Legacy model in Run/r, and the Female Program model in Run/r appear to have a divot that matches where this circuit is. Her Uprising model in Run/r does not appear to have this divot.

Programs 4 and 8 are using the new Rinzler model made for Lightcycle Run. Interestingly, this Rinzler design is extremely similar to his unique design in Run/r: it’s the only time Rinzler is shown with an extra line circuit on his lower abdomen and circuitry in his helmet along his jawline. This appears to be the same model of Rinzler used in Shanghai Disney’s Lightcycle Power Run which opened in 2016. Considering Tron Run/r was released in 2016, it’s likely the two were in development at the same time. This is a bit of evidence that they may have directly shared unique character designs - though who designed this Rinzler originally is uncertain.

Program 10 appears to be Anon’s model from Evolution, as opposed to the Male Program model from Run/r. The two game models are almost identical - except the Run/r Male Program has some extra circuitry on his shoes (particularly the heel) that are not present on Anon or Program 10’s models. While the Green Team has had some circuits added to their designs, none appear to have circuitry designs removed. Meaning, this is likely Anon :)

Programs 1, 11 and 12 are based off of different Sentry enemies from Evolution. They appear to have the portion of their faces exposed by their helmets filled in. Interestingly, Program 6 shares a helmet design with Program 11, including the filled in helmet, despite their body being Gem’s model.

Programs 2, 4, and 9 are wearing either wearing Run/r Rinzler or Quorra’s helmet. Programs 8 and 10 are wearing Anon’s helmet. Programs 3, 5, and 7 are wearing Clu’s helmet (Sarah thinks the helmet model might come from a Walmart Exclusive Tron Evolution preorder bonus multiplayer skin… But we’ve yet to find an image of it. If you have a picture, please send to myself or @mewtwowarrior​!!!) Program 12 is wearing what seems to be Movie Legacy Rinzler’s helmet.

... and I think that’s it! This took us a while to compile, and what started as a fun casual conversation spiraled into one of the most fun rabbit holes I’ve been down. We uncovered a cool direct link between 2016′s Run/r and the theme park rides, we found (???? is that the word to use??) that there might not be any surviving evidence of the preorder multiplayer bonuses from Tron Evolution, making that some possible lost Tron media (minor though it may be). And Sarah and I had a blast!!!

In the end, we’ve been able to identify pretty much every model that has made up these new characters. I want to thank Sarah again so emphatically, she really is what drove this forward. All of the Evolution screenshots used in this post are from her! :) And if she hadn’t suggested we check the Run/r models as well, this post would have ended with the simple infographic posted at the very top.

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading! If there’s any questions, comments or you think you’ve caught something we missed, please reach out and let us know!

[lionfloss]

I saw your post about how team leads are scared of you and how you know not to be taken advantage of. Can to give any tips on how to talk and how to ask for better pay and things like that?

want to preface this by saying i usually give this advice to people i know in real life whose job i have a general understanding of so my advice is specific to that person/their work environment. and this goes without saying but unfortunately the world we live in, you will have to be a high performer or at least meets all expectations, good attendance etc. and this is more for performance raises, if you aren't at least getting SOME cost of living raise on a yearly basis im so sorry :(

but in general what has worked for me : -practice what you want to say out loud in the mirror/to a friend before the meeting. think about possible reactions your employer could have so you can prepare for pushback -with the above said, try to focus on leaving emotions behind, convey a sense of confidence, avoid "i think/i feel ive been doing..." no. " I HAVE been doing xyz consistently and efficiently" - provide the general date/time of your last raise, and mention what you have accomplished since and specify how that has helped the business or how its helped other employees -even if its a lie, say that you have enjoyed your time there, you want to continue to grow with this company, develop your skills to benefit the business blah blah -avoid making statements that could sound threatening like, "if i dont get more money i'll have to quit" or "I heard so and so got a raise" just things that distract from the fact that you deserve the raise based on performance/merit/its been too long (if i dont get at least one raise a year im out) -DO THIS IN WRITING. Send an email immediately before or after your meeting highlighting what you are asking, what was talked about and have your employer reply with their notes and confirming what was decided.

If your boss says no: -ask for specific guidelines or how to work on your performance to get to place where a raise will be given, never let them just say no.

On the flip side, something that has happened to me is getting asked to do things that aren't my job because someone else doesn't have the time or bandwidth: "I would love to help you, would you mind showing me where this task fits into my job description? I want to be sure that I'm qualified to do what you are asking and that I'm being compensated fairly if I'm being asked to perform tasks outside of my scope." (this is especially true if you are on a team with a lot of peers who underperform or dont get asked to go "above and beyond" and performance based raises arent given without asking)

[playboyybingo]

Hello again! This post is to answer a few questions that have come up.

What prompts are in the pool? Every character in any configuration of pairing plus kinks/types of sex that appear in the show. That's right! The only prompts in this bingo card are for stuff that appear in the show. 

This way if you want to make gifs or write meta or even if you have no idea what fic to write the show gives you at least one place to begin. Episode codas aren't as popular as they used to be, but they're completely allowed and encouraged here by the nature of the prompt list itself.

Can I post my card? Yes! It is encouraged that once you choose your card (it's bingo night rules, guys, you really do choose your own card!) you post about it. You're allowed to share as many or as few ideas as you want, and to repost your card as you work through it. 

There's no need to hide your card. Let's all choose the best card we can and then later curse our choices together!

How do I use the card? Short answer: Any way you want.

Long answer: All of the below types of bingos? They're allowed. 

You can do the usual "one fanwork per square" or you can use an entire bingo configuration to inspire you for one piece. It doesn't matter! This bingo event is intended to be a celebration of Playboyy and the variety of sex and kink it depicts, so we're very much going with an 'anything goes' attitude about bingos. That said...

If anybody manages an old-fashioned blackout (25 separate works, one for each square on your card) we'll make you a playlist based on your blackout.

Anyone else who has the bandwidth to offer goodies is welcome to offer gifts, too--this event is intended to be as participatory as possible.

One last note: the square, plus, v, and small frame can get moved around, just like the horizontal and diagonals can go either way.

Can I co-create for this?  Yes! Co-create to your heart's desire, go wild and have a great time with your friends!

What if I'm just a lurker who doesn't make things? Part of fests/challenges like bingo is the contingent of people who are there to enjoy the things that are made whether or not you leave comments. If you want to participate more, of course you can leave comments, but please don't feel like lurkers aren't welcome here. Just the opposite!

A short list of ideas for comments to leave. It's AO3 specific, but works for everywhere.

Can I write a Playboy-critical meta for this?

The point of the challenge is to celebrate Playboyy. It's your right to have beef with Playboyy, but please have the consideration to not post your beef to an event. 

Who's behind this mess? 

@lugarn herded cats and runs this tumblr along with the Ao3 collection

@the-wanlorn did the coding, and if you want to leave something in the tip jar you can do so here.

@technicallyverycowboy came up with adding pairings to the prompt pool

@cryptidafter and @zhaozi together doubled the length of the kink prompt list by remembering places the show had been that lugarn forgot

It was a real team effort and there's no way anyone could've been spared! 

[flightfoot]

Do you have any advice for commenting on fics? I really admire how active you are in the ML fandom, and I'd like to follow in your footsteps with that regard, but where do I start? How do you find fics to read/comment on, especially considering there's so many? Do you focus on new/underrated authors? How do you make time to read/comment? I feel like sometimes I don't have the energy to write out my thoughts the way I'd like to, so any advice would be helpful <333

Awww thanks! I know a lot of authors appreciate getting comments, so this would be great!

I'll start with your more specific questions:

How do you find fics to read/comment on, especially considering there's so many?: I go through and check ML's AO3 page several times a day to see if any new fics or updates have been posted that I'm interested in. I've been doing this since 2019, so you'll see lots of comments from me going way back.

Do you focus on new/underrated authors?: Not particularly. I won't shy away from them, but I don't have a preference for them either. I just read and review SO MANY ML fics from so many different authors, that I end up reviewing a lot of fics from lesser-known authors as well.

How do you make time to read/comment?: Honestly I get a lot of it done even while I'm at work, I can usually keep up with most of the fic updates/new fics I want to read that come out during those 8 hours or so (unless someone drops like, a 50k chapter. Yes, that HAS happened), just by reading and reviewing during my breaks and lunch. I also check AO3 quite a bit while I'm at home and have free time, or even just when I'm using the bathroom.

As for advice for how to comment, it varies. Generally I'll start off with a generic "Awww this is adorable!" or "This is great!" or something of that sort, and if it's a really short fic (like under 1000 words) I might not say much more than that, especially if the fic itself is kinda generic. I don't always have a ton of stuff to say about every fic.

Then, I'll try to single out at least one part that I especially liked, like how much attention the author paid to Alya's thoughts, feelings, and problems, or how clever a Lucky Charm plan was, or how well the writer demonstrated Gabriel's manipulativeness during some particular section, something like that. I've even copied down a line or two from the fic itself and given commentary on it in particular. It's often not that insightful though, like I might just say "I'm glad Adrien got a hug, he really needs it!" or something like that.

Asking questions can also be a useful way to come up with something to write for a review, like if there's something you're wondering about concerning the fic. Like whether Adrien's a sentimonster in this fic because if he is, that's gonna recontextualize him submitting to Gabriel's orders.

There's also "live-commenting", which takes awhile and is more work than regular commenting, but I'll sometimes do when I really want to show authors how much I appreciate their writing, particularly when they're regularly dropping really long chapters (like, over 5000 words typically). I only do this when I'm on desktop and have a lot of bandwidth. I'll pull up two tabs with the chapter in both of them, and I'll read from the first tab and type up my commentary for the chapter on the second tab. This is helpful for getting out all your thought for the fic without forgetting anything. I'd only advise doing this on fics that you're pretty certain are going to be... if not "good", at least ones that you can trust the author isn't gonna do anything to piss you off. When I first started doing this back in 2019, I tried doing it on just any random fic I ran across at first, and quickly figured out that was a bad idea when one of the fics turned out to be a saltfic and I needed to abandon the review, and all the effort I put into it, because my commentary at that point would just be me getting mad at the author's choices.

Does anyone else have particular tips or tricks? I've been reading and reviewing fics basically since I started reading them fifteen years ago, so while I'm experienced in reviewing them, I'm not all that familiar on the hang-ups new prospective reviewers might have, as I just... never really had them. I've never exactly been shy.

[avaantares]

I wrote a long response to a blue-checkmark drama post, but between the time I clicked "reblog" and the time I finished typing, OP apparently turned off reblogs for that post. So GUESS WHAT, y'all get my diatribe anyway. (Sorry; I know most of you aren't the problem. But I did actual math, so I don't want it to go to waste.)

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The old axiom still applies:

If social media is free to use, it's because YOU are the product.

What that means, for the adage-averse, is this: Sites and services that appear to be fully free to users (Facebook, Twitter, TikTok, Google, et al.) are collecting your personal data and selling it to advertisers to pay for the (in some cases) hundreds of millions of dollars it costs to run such sites.

Tumblr doesn't do this. Tumblr hasn't done it, despite a monthly deficit of literally millions of dollars, which is why it's repeatedly been sold at a massive loss to new owners.

To give you actual numbers: Yahoo! acquired Tumblr in 2010 at a cost of $1.1 billion. After taking enormous losses, they later sold it to Verizon for an undisclosed amount. After trying (and failing) for two years to make the site pay for itself, Verizon sold it to Automattic (its current owners) for just $3 million. [Source]

For those who don't math, that means Tumblr's market value dropped by $1,097,000,000 in just nine years, or (averaged out) devalued by approximately $10 million per month. In short, nobody is looking at this as a worthwhile investment to hang onto long-term.

So why didn't it make money for its various owners, despite promising user statistics and a then-unheard-of initial sale price to Yahoo? Precisely because it wasn't leveraging your data to offset its running costs. The algorithm-free advertising format simply isn't viable for a site this big, which requires massive amounts of data storage and bandwidth (all those multimedia options you love cost a fortune on the back end). While there is a modicum of value for companies to hold a loss-generating property for tax purposes (which is pretty much what Verizon did with the site during its ownership), there is a finite period to reap those tax benefits. More relevant to us, if the site's only purpose is to show a loss on paper, there's little incentive for the owner to improve the service or keep its user base happy. We, the users, get thrown under the bus.

So how did Tumblr, under Automattic, try to run as a free site that didn't harvest user data? Tumblr served ads to try to generate revenue. But users complained about the ads. So Tumblr offered ad-free subscriptions at a very reasonable introductory rate of $3.33/month. But users complained about the subscriptions ("It's always been free! Other sites are free! Capitalism is evil!") and refused to pay. So Tumblr offered post-Blazing and tipping and physical merchandise and a variety of other optional features, most recently dashboard horse games and parody blue checkmarks, and instead of seeing these as a desperate attempt to stop the site from hemorrhaging money opportunity to support their online community, users just keep screaming about the moral failings of corporations that charge money for literally anything and insist that "we must keep this site unprofitable at all costs!"

Guys. Sites like this cost millions of dollars -- sometimes tens of millions -- to maintain each month. With the influx of new users from Twitter and elsewhere, that number is only going to increase as server load and bandwidth increase. And because of its history of losing value on a jaw-dropping scale, there will not be another company waiting to take ownership if Automattic decides to stop throwing money into the blue fires of this hellsite. If Tumblr is unprofitable for long enough, it will shut down. Period.

So either chill the $%#@*& out about the blue checkmarks or whatever, or pony up the monthly subscription fee yourself to help support the site. At the very least, stop attacking those who choose to give something back in exchange for the service they receive. Because they're the only reason this site has lasted as long as it has.