#c: adelaide

[annabethblossom]

Treats for Two ~ Adelaide & Annabeth

Annabeth spent some time arranging a sample platter of brownies for Miss Adelaide and then changed into a cute sweater and skirt, knowing the style looked good on her. Placing the brownies into a basket, she put on her heeled boots and made her way to the dominant dorms. Outside Adelaide's doo, she knelt smoothly on the floor and raised a hand to knock, pushing her hair back over her shoulders and tipping her face up to smile.

@adelaidejenkins

[void-botanist]

Wrapped Scenelets No. 93: velveteen touch

I'm writing scenelets for (most of) my Spotify Wrapped top 100 songs. Here's number 93, Immigrant Song - Remaster by Led Zeppelin.

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The match she alights inside of the bottle don’t bother running close up your throttle

The Queen The Queen she draws near

Open your heart to her velveteen touch if she rips it all out it won’t be too much

The Queen The Queen she draws near

The drunken voices rose and faded as Christina passed the pub doorway. She hadn’t intended to walk past a nest full of spacers, but this station was strange. If she was lucky none of them saw her, or else they were too drunk to encode a good memory of her. Sure, it wouldn’t be obvious at a glance that the red-haired woman in coveralls was her, but she also had no reason to believe that this was cover enough where the Queen’s velveteen touch was concerned. At least statistically none of the voidriders in that pub were likely to ever find themselves in an audience with the Queen.

In the plugport she found her ship again and swung in through the open airlock. Adelaide perched on her head as she hailed traffic control, then initiated retraction. Twenty minutes was pretty good for everything she’d gotten on this stop. She shouldn’t have to make another for…six weeks, if she didn’t have to run. Because she could, even if no one else had ever outrun the Pirate Queen. Because she was the only one who could see her coming, even if only now.

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Scenelets wrapped taglist: @kk7-rbs

[littlecorvidvance]

“… and sure, I’d never go, I just want to be invited, you know?” Adelaide sighed. “It’s a little rude to be sitting in a packed staffroom and only invite half of the people sitting in there, isn’t it?”

@adelaidesboots​

“I think I stopped getting invites after the time I showed up with a spreadsheet.” Emmeline said mournfully. “We could always host our own party with the other half of the room, and then not show up to that.”

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[sayaintail]

old art but ^^^ trollhunters self insert. on account of my swag.

[prydainroyals]

Creating the past monarchs of Prydain...

King George VIII of House Kirkland / Queen Adelaide ***

Her Royal Majesty, Empress-Queen Alicia of the United Kingdom of Prydain and Prydainnia Empire / Royal Consort Joao His Royal Highness Prince of Voltadelmar ***

HRM, Empress-Queen Anne I / Prince Alfred of Saxony ***

HRM, Emperor-King Edward III / Royal Consort, Duchess of Lundenbrough, Simone of Dover

[lichtundschattens]

to: @ethercvl's adelaide

"Was there... was there a reason? A reason the Mother didn’t give me a vision for this?" The question tumbled from Viego's mouth, unbidden like a flood breaking through a dam. This wasn’t why he had sought out his spymaster, but once the words started spilling out his lips, he couldn’t stop them. She had guided him for so long—his compass in the dark—and now, she was the only other person left who might offer some measure of comfort, some semblance of clarity. His voice trembled, threaded with pain and confusion, each word a stitch in a tapestry of doubt.

For a fleeting moment, he felt small, unworthy, as if the very gods who once watched over him had turned their backs. Had they ever truly followed him into the faerie realm? He doubted it. Even if they existed at all, surely they wouldn’t waste their gaze on someone like him. The truth gnawed at him, bitter and cold: he was only human. No magic or enchanted relic could erase that fact. At his core, beneath the titles, and the power, he was just a fragile, brainless human—fortunate, yes—but still bound by his mortal limitations.

The thought clenched inside him, forcing his fists to tighten as he waited, eyes searching the fae’s figure for an answer. Anything. Something to make sense of the chaos swirling within him.

[velcryons]

@blossomhcir: 'you puzzle me utterly'

Corlys couldn't help but grin at her admission, the corner of his lips twitching as he fought back the urge to laugh. It wasn't her fault. He was a nuisance, a fact he knew very well. Adelaide simply happened to be in the wrong place at the right time (indeed, he had even forgotten which sister she had come here to see.) and Corlys was loathe pass up a chance for light teasing.

Leaning against the door frame, he purposefully blocked her path as he replied.

"Which part puzzles you most? My dashing features or my unwavering charm"

[romulanslutempire]

BTS of Adelaide Kane on the set of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds as Sera of Romulus.

[sardonyyx]

yk New Girl? like the tv show? yk?

[thevalicemultiverse]

“did you know i felt this way about you?” ( . adelaide to alice !! hoping to do her confessing her love for alice shortly after her and victor's first dance in houndsditch lol )

"Not at all," Alice says softly, anxiously rocking on her heels. "I -- I hadn't the slightest clue." And now that she does know, she has no idea how to respond. Feelings -- feelings are not her forte these days.

[hitchell-mope]

Hypothetical titles for season one of Cabalibu

My new roommate. Season premiere. Barnaby Sullivan moved into North Hall and gets acquainted with his dorm mates

The facts of strife. Barnaby’s first class is a health seminar taught by Baby New Year.

Family inheritance. Barnaby gets a surprise when he finds Captain Astronaut in his room. Guest starring Jake Gyllenhaal as Captain Astronaut.

Money money money. Diocese gets an unwelcome surprise when her father pays a visit and announces some changes he’ll implement to the Academy at the end of the school year.

Serving Kant. As Stacie, Ryan, Lauren and Naomi head off to a fashion show. Barnaby, JJ, Beckett and Trevor try to come up with ethical ways to help Diocese save the school

Concerto. Barnaby’s first school saving idea hits a snag when all the pianos in the school go missing.

Taken down a peg. Barnaby puts the fear of Fifth Avenue into Rhiannon by publicly supporting Diocese and Deacon.

Parents weekend. Findlay and Sidney visit the school for the weekend to rescind Findlay’s application to the PTA. Guest starring Brie Larson and Zac Efron as Findlay and Sidney Sullivan. This is a crossover episode continuing on from the 88 episode Interstate PTA

Blood fest 4: who wants some more?. Barnaby gets a little too into his role as a villain for Naomi’s student horror movie.

Múltiples momentos en el tiempo. Lauren’s accidental invention of cola based time travel results in Ryan and Beckett learning why Robert wants to change how the school is run.

Supper time Spanky. Naomi goes behind Barnaby’s back and contacts Drummond in an attempt to get tickets to a Melanie Crenshaw concert. Guest starring Walker Scobell ad Jonah Sullivan, Aidan Gallagher as Drummond Sullivan and Beyoncé as Melanie Crenshaw

The very last feast. Midseason finale. Rory tried to help Diocese and Deacon make what could possibly be the last Christmas feast at the school the best one yet.

To were(wolf) is human. Midseason premiere. Barnaby finds what he believes is a puppy in the grounds of the school only to find out it’s a packless werewolf cub. This leads into a crossover that continues into the 88 episode To Forgive, Benign.

How the crucifixion affects the human body. Barnaby’s science project involves two relatives, stigmata and a helluva lot of rain buckets. Guest starring Mitchell Hope as Andy Christensen and Deniz Akdeniz as Jesse Christensen.

The big giant screw up. Ryan gets into legal trouble when Stacie’s mother invites the dorm mates to a water park for Stacie’s birthday. Guest starring Mila Jovovich as Tsarina Olga Romanov

A week of lessons. Barnaby takes the fall for Ryan’s indiscretion which means that he is required to attend a full week of lessons as per his timetable.

May the better merman win. Trevor makes the mistake of signing up for a charity triathlon. Not knowing that it involves swimming. When he is catatonically afraid of water

How low can you go? Stacie and Lauren get into a nigh on violent competition during carnival night

Washington on your side. Barnaby gets his grandfather to contact the White House to help save the academy. Guest starring John C Reilly as Jones Wilmington and Jeremy Shada as Vice President Robbie Guilroy.

Hail Mary. With less than three months to go until the end of the school year. Diocese and Deacon work overtime trying to save the Academy.

Commencement. Naomi had been selected as her graduation classes valedictorian. As such. She has to write and present a commencement speech. Which she has no idea how to do.

Brockman DeWinter. The tribunal for the fiscal fate of the Academy begins. And Barnaby lodges a surprise witness at Rhiannon in the form of his great grandmother Celestine. Guest starring Wendie Malick as Celestine “Rainbow Tsunami” Wilmington.

Cap and gown. JJ and Naomi’s graduation day has arrived. And with it. An increasing feeling of dread on the pit of Diocese’s stomach

Swing vote. Season finale. Barnaby summons some relatives to Diocese and Deacons aid for the final day of the tribunal. Guest starring Eric Bana as Godfrey Christensen and Adelaide as Lucia Birch

[thedragonagelesbian]

the eternal pain of having 0 artistic skills and also wanting to have 5 million pictures of my most favorite little guy (cyrus) and my cursed wet daughter (adelaide)

[wherearewedamfino]

FOREIGN FILM IN AUSTRALIA - 1910s to 1930s.

Article that appeared in The Register 17th December 1925. Retrieved from https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/60634402 I recently attended a talk by American academic Professor Julie Allen. Allen – who is an academic from Brigham Young University in the USA – has written several books, but the book in the discussion last Wednesday was “Screening Europe in Australasia: Transnational Silent…

[reasonsforhope]

"A recent World Meteorological Organization report called heat waves the “deadliest meteorological hazard” from 2015 to 2019, affecting people living on all continents, and setting new national heat records in many regions.

‍Canada’s top weather event in 2021 was British Columbia’s record-breaking heat, according to Environment and Climate Change Canada. The temperature in Lytton, B.C., hit 49.6 C on June 29. The following day a wildfire destroyed 90 per cent of the town, killing two people and displacing 1,200 others.

Heat waves also exacerbate existing health issues, including cardiovascular and respiratory disease. They’re associated with increased hospital admissions, psychological stress and aggressive behavior, as well as excess mortality.

During heat waves, the highest temperatures are often found in urbanized areas. Urbanization is almost always associated with an increase in paved, impervious areas, and often a decrease in greenery. Concrete and asphalt roads, and other built materials readily absorb, store and release heat, raising city temperatures, a phenomenon called the urban heat island.

Many studies have shown that urban forests can reduce the urban heat island, and many policies focus their attention on large green spaces.

Small green spaces, such as yards, rooftops and small parcels of undeveloped land, can make impressive contributions to lowering urban heat, but they are often overlooked when developing strategies for urban cooling.

The effect of small green spaces

Cities rarely have the opportunity to add large green spaces to help counter the effects of heatwaves. Smaller vegetated spaces, however, can still meaningfully decrease local land temperatures.

Small green spaces, such as yards, rooftops and small parcels of undeveloped land, can make impressive contributions to lowering urban heat, but they are often overlooked when developing strategies for urban cooling.

A recent study in Adelaide, Australia, found that tree canopy cover and, to a lesser extent, grass cover decreased local daytime surface temperatures by up to 6 C during extreme summer heat conditions. Further inland, suburban yards and gardens can decrease local surface temperatures up to 5 C.

At a quite small scale, on the order of tens of square metres, trees reduced daytime surface temperatures twice as much as grass cover. But grass and other small, low-lying plants, grow relatively quickly, compared to trees.

Cities should adopt short-term and long-term strategies to respond to extreme heat, including the replacement of paved and impervious surfaces with grasses and turf, and increasing tree plantings to boost canopy coverage.

Amplifying the cooling effect

Furthermore, when managing small green spaces, city planners and foresters can select tree species based on their ability to cool the environment. Green spaces with a high diversity of tree species have a greater cooling effect in spring, summer and fall. They also have a larger maximum drop in temperature in the summer, compared to spaces that are less diverse.

For example, tree canopies with large leaves and high transpiration rates — the evaporation of water from plants occurring at the leaves — could provide more cooling.

Planting a variety of species, of different heights, can have a larger cooling effect than tall trees alone.

The structure of green space may also influence its cooling efficiency. In summer, a plant community with multiple layers of trees, shrubs and herbs can further decrease air temperature by 1 C on a sunny day and 0.5 C on a cloudy day, compared with an area only dominated by tall trees...

But overall, trees usually have a stronger effect on cooling than grass. Planting trees in groups, not individually or in lines, is recommended for regulating the microclimate (local climate conditions near the Earth’s surface).

Small green spaces can offer a lot of summer cooling in cities. And cities can learn to manage the configuration of small green spaces better to get more cooling benefits and minimize the trade-offs."

-via GoodGoodGood, July 4, 2024

[petaltexturedskies]

Emily Dickinson in a letter to Adelaide Hills wr. c. Spring 1871

[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

Careful What You Wish For

Sodo/Dewdrop Ghoul x fem!Reader Smut

W/C: 3560

A/N: Never been more mesmerized in my life then when I went to my first ritual... Unashamedly staring at this fucking ghoul all night. Thank you @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus for reading this first 💕

Content warnings: sodomy (obviously, which ghoul do you think this is?) m!receiving (oral), fingering, P in V sex, shame/embarrassment, voyeurism. Minors DNI.

“Straight through there, sister, you can’t miss it.” You received an unceremonious shove from Sister Adelaide. After catching yourself on the railing you continued down the curving stone stairwell alone. Your footsteps scuffed along the ice cold, ancient grey stone. 

It was freezing in the basement of the ministry, and you wished silently that the good Sister had allowed you to dress properly before she dragged you out of your shared bedroom. All you wore was a black night slip, and though it easily reached to your knees, its lace and satin offered no solace from the nipping, stale air. With no relief from the cold, all you prayed for was that you wouldn’t run into anyone down here. 

Finally, you reached the base of the stairs. A single black candle glowed from its head-level position on the wall. You squinted at it, considering it an omen, telling you not to go further. You peered out into the distance, feeling lost already. You can’t miss it my ass. You made a mental note to “thank” the Sister later for her astute direction. 

Suddenly, the first long corridor was lit instantaneously by a long trail of wall-mounted candelabras. It provided the only light source as you tiptoed along. The soft, yellow light carried you forth to meet a wooden door. You pushed it open with ease and were met with black darker than night. 

You stumble blindly forward through a series of black velvet curtains. Once you step through the first one, your heart kicks up in rhythm, the light seemingly sucked out of the hallway behind you and the door falling closed on its hinges with a creak. 

You take three more less-than-graceful steps and shove through one final curtain to find yourself in a dark room, lit by dim blue ambient light. It takes a minute for your eyes to adjust, and you take a quick stock of your surroundings: a dark chaise lounge, in what color you couldn’t identify, a dark multi-patterned rug on the floor, and in the corner at an angle facing you, a large armchair. You sucked in a breath quickly. The armchair had an occupant. 

Is that…

Your thought was interrupted swiftly as the ghoul in the chair adjusted his posture, spreading his legs in a wide, almost lazy, “v” shape. The only sounds in the room were the distant hymnal voices in practice above ground, and the thrumming beat of your own heart. Your pulse pounded in your ears. You felt your hands become clammy. 

You studied the ghoul as your eyes continued to adjust to the dark room. But you were torn: adrenaline begging through your veins for you to flee, and curiosity ever edging your instincts out of the picture. 

As if sensing your thoughts, he moved again to stir your attention. His left elbow came to rest on the tuft of the chair, and he tilted his head as he rested it on his pale hand. 

His hands. 

You didn’t notice how his right hand had been sitting on his covered thigh, but now you couldn’t look away. His thumb was rubbing back and forth slowly, and even in the low light you recognized his tendons and veins as he flexed. You’d know those hands that belong to your favorite ghoul anywhere. His hands were imprinted on your mind like an unholy relic.

“Sodo.” Your voice was hardly audible, a mere breath coasting over your realization.

The fire ghoul said nothing, instead shifting from the disinterested position he was in to a commanding one, sitting straight backed against the chair. Your eyes found themselves watching his right hand again, as he slowly moved it from his thigh to be outstretched. He made a come here motion using two long fingers. Slowly, sensually beckoning you forth.

Your mouth went dry as the dirty thoughts regarding his fingers snaked their way up from your loins to leech into your brain. You obeyed. It wasn’t like you to disobey any member of the clergy. Especially not a member of the clergy who you’ve got it so bad for.

You timidly close the gap between you two. No words are needed in the exchange, but you size him up anyway. Sodo wears his mask, and he is covered from head to toe in his black uniform, the only exception of exposure being his perfect hands.

He pointed to the cushion at his feet and you kneel in submission. A perfectly obedient daughter of the ministry following the clergy.

“Wha -”

Where your question was going, you forgot immediately, as an old television screen turned on to the right of you. You jumped at the sudden addition of light and crackling sound, shrinking back in temporary trepidation. 

How strange.

It was a video monitoring of what looked to be the inside of the dark wooden confession box. 

Wait. Something’s -

The metal and heavy cloth sounds of the curtain moving made your stomach drop. You watched in horror as you, well, past you, entered the confession booth and sat down. 

You heard the unmistakable words of Papa Emeritus IV. “My child, what makes you appear at such an hour? Have you come to confess what plagues your mind and body?”

“I have. It has been one week since my last confession.”

You knew what was coming next.

“Come, my child, speak what unsettles you, let it weigh on your heart no longer.”

Utterly embarrassed, you tilted your head down to hide your shame at the impending admission coming from your past self. But then, you felt a strong, cold hand grip your jaw, forcing your face up to watch in horror, reliving the moment in confession you had after having one too many glasses of wine at dinner. 

“Last night I pleasured myself with the sinful thoughts of a brother…”

“Dio miserabile young sister!”

You bit your lip, both in the camera footage and presently. You had forgotten how Papa Emeritus IV had reacted so outwardly to your admission of guilt. After a pause, he spoke again. “Sister?”

“Yes, Papa?”

“Tell me which one of our pious brothers has turned your thoughts in such a devious way.”

“Uh…” You trailed off, your voice in the recording was meek, you sounded so utterly pathetic.

“Sister? I could just guess if that would make it easier for you.”

You winced at how pitiful it was that he had to coax it out of you. You watched, willing your past self to keep her stupid mouth closed, but of course she didn’t.

“It was… brother Dewdrop.”

“I see.”

In the room you thought you heard Dewdrop make a noise deep in the back of his throat, like a groan. Your attention quickly went back to the video, eyes never leaving the screen as made possible by the ghouls grasp on your face. There was a long-lasting pause, one that made your stomach tighten with the knowledge of what you were about to admit in that wooden box.

“Describe it, my child, you’ll feel better once you get it out.”

In the video you sighed deeply before continuing, “In my thoughts he was fingering me, using two, then three fingers inside me to make me come. Then I got down on my knees for him and serviced his cock, taking it in my hands and mouth.”

You stopped breathing. The sound of your blood rushing in the pulse near your ears drowning out the words coming through the screen.

“Continue.” Came the deep, accented voice of the Papa.

“Then I imagined I was in his lap, and he let me use his cock for my own pleasure. I fucked myself on top of him. Forgive me, please forgive me, I beg of you.” The video cut then, leaving you reeling. 

Speaking such depraved filth in confession was mortifying enough, but knowing the ghoul you were speaking about heard it too was devastating. You were frozen in place in embarrassment. At least, you would have stayed that way had you not noticed Sodo’s breathing changed. 

He had gotten so close to your face while gripping your chin that you could hear his labored breathing. His breaths came in heavy pants from inside his mask, like a predatory animal behind a muzzle.

Part of you wanted to take off his mask, see his devilish eyes, sharp teeth, and his horns for yourself. To let him bite you, mark you, ravage your body with his tongue and teeth. But you knew he’d want to keep it on, and oh how you aimed to please him. 

“Sodo?” Your voice was uncharacteristically quiet as you faced him. His grip did not loosen from your chin while allowing you to move, instead his index finger tapped your cheek in what seemed to be contemplation. What did he want to do with you now? Especially after seeing such a horrific display of lust on your part. You had sounded so desperate, so pitiful in confession. But if he gave you the chance, you’d show him how truly desperate you could be. 

He released your jaw from his hard grasp, placing his hands on each of his tightly clothed thighs. You exhaled soundlessly through your parted lips as he cocked his head to the left side. He sat there silently waiting.

Your voice came out timid at first, “It’s true, all of it. Every second of that tape is the truth.” You then cocked your head to the right, mirroring him while still from your position sitting on the floor. You gained more confidence as you continued, “Though I’m guessing you know that. And you knew I’d come here.” Does that mean that he too - that he could possibly -

Your eyes widened as he tilted his head down towards his lap, then back up to you. Asking you to, what, sit on his lap? 

Fuck waiting to decipher what he meant, you read deeply enough into his vague expression, and you would do anything to get what you wanted. You stood up quickly, his masked head snapping up to follow you intently. However, before you could crawl into his lap, he reached forward and grabbed your hips, spinning you in a half circle so your ass was facing him. He pulled you back to sit down.

You didn’t have time to react, let alone think before he hooked his ankles around the inside of yours, catching your legs with his respectively. Then, he spread your legs wide, earning a sharp inhale of surprise from you as the slip you wore parted salaciously. 

He put his fingers over your mouth and you licked them without thinking. You could swear he made a low, dark sound from behind you. Then he took those fingers and dragged them down the front of your body, tracing down your black garb in identical fashion to his movements during a ritual. He paused right at the hem of your night dress, as it had ridden up. His middle finger hooked under it and pulled it upward, exposing your most upper thighs and your lace black panties.

As his hand moved to cup you through your panties, you shifted your hips back to be more comfortable. You felt his hardness against your rear and felt yourself involuntarily clench around nothing. Fuck. 

You couldn’t help but grind your ass back against him, feeling his hardening cock against you was something you thought you would only ever get to dream of. You just hoped he was enjoying your body as much as you were enjoying his.

He hooked a finger in your panties, pulling and then snapping them back to get your full attention back on what he was doing to you. You gasped at the momentary sharp sting. Satisfied by startling you, he traced the seam of your underwear once more, before dipping a callused finger inside and brushing along your slit. 

You watched him pull his finger away, coated in your arousal, before going back to your heat and ripping your panties off of you, tossing them to the floor. He put his index and middle finger together and repeated the action of touching you. Sodo dragged his rough fingers through your folds and up to your clit. A whine escaped your lips, and his left hand grabbed your chest and pulled you back so you were resting completely against him. It led you to feel his arousal even better under your ass, and you swirl your hips twice to help spur him on.

Without warning, his two fingers plunged into your heat all the way to the third knuckle. You opened your mouth and nothing came out, only silence as you felt his fingers deep within your aching center. His thumb pressed down on your clit, providing the perfect addition of pressure.

His fingers felt as good as you dreamed they would be, so long, and hitting all the places inside you that were drawing you close to the edge already. He worked you in a steady rhythmic pattern, drawing his fingers in and out of you while circling your clit with his thumb. Just from this you knew your own fingers wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you again. 

His left hand moved to your breast, cupping and then pressing his thumb to your already hardened nipple. You knew it was a combination of both the chill from the room and the heat of the moment that caused your nipples to ache against the fabric of your night dress. Sodo used his thumb to circle your nipple through your slip, a mirrored action to his right thumb on your most sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. Fuck. 

Suddenly, you had a feeling of being watched. If there is a camera in the confession box then… maybe… You couldn’t finish the thought, if anything, it spurred you on further. Your head lolled back, resting on the ghouls' hard shoulder as you felt yourself reaching the peak. You had never come so fast before, and you tried to fight it off, but his fingers were like magic on you. He had changed his movements so that his long fingers curled perfectly within you. Each curl of his fingers had your breath hitching and your legs starting to shake. Sodo was a drug you didn’t know you needed and yet could never get enough of.

All the tension that had been building snapped and you came with a broken moan. His fingers never ceased their ministrations, only slowing to help you come down from your high. Soon you were squirming in his lap, the pressure of his calloused thumb on your clit almost painful now. 

Your breath came in heavy shudders, your head still resting on his shoulder, “May I?” You circled your hips against his hardness again to punctuate the question. He made a low sound, moving his legs so they no longer held yours apart. You scooted down to the floor quickly, kneeling on the cushion before the ghoul. He wasted no time pulling his cock out for his black pants, stroking it roughly with his right hand twice before looking at you in expectation. 

Your hands dragged up each of his thighs as you shifted forward. You made a silent vow as you rose up on your knees and lowered your mouth to taste him. If this is the penance that I will pay after confessing my lust, then I’ll be on my knees confessing every night.

You started at the hot tip, swirling your tongue around twice before placing your lips around him and sucking. It wasn’t enough, not for you, and certainly not for him. You grabbed him in your right hand and licked, your tongue wide and flat against the base of his shaft, all the way back up to the tip again before devouring him. Your mouth salivated profusely as you dipped your head down over and over and over again, massaging with your tongue and sucking expertly.

If your cunt wasn’t already wet from fucking his fingers, it would have been soaked just from this. Him allowing you to touch him, to pleasure him, was your salvation. You couldn’t get enough, high off his reactions to you as you changed pace. The way his breath shuddered, the sounds of his nails scratching on the armrests of the chair, it was all incentive for you to keep going and please him better than you had anyone before.

You dipped your head down again, going as deep as you could to take him all the way back in your throat. You breathed through your nose, ignoring your gag reflex, wanting only to pleasure Sodo.

You felt his bony fingers slide through your hair and you kept up your movements until he made a fist and yanked hard. Your lips fell from his cock with a soft pop. As your face moved back a strand of saliva connected your mouth to his erection. You looked up at his expressionless mask again. 

His silence filled the room. And as he patted his thigh in indication for you to get on top of him, it felt like all of the air had been sucked from your chest. You trembled in your kneeling position on the floor, heart fluttering, and rose, not wanting to vex him by wasting precious time. 

You climbed up into his lap like an obedient little pet. The aching within you came to a crescendo as you straddled him, holding onto his shoulders as you centered yourself. You looked into the eyes of the mask, seeing the empty void where his eyes would be. He nodded at you, giving you permission to do exactly as you fantasized about. 

You gripped his cock, still wet with your saliva, and lined him up with your center. You dragged the tip of him through your sensitive folds, wanting to draw the moment out just a little more, before sinking down. Only the tip of his thick cock was inside you and already you felt yourself shivering. You steadied yourself again, grabbing his shoulders as you lowered yourself down agonizingly slow. Taking him for this first time had your cunt burning from the stretch to fit him inside you. 

His cock was long and thick, but you were determined. Inch after inch you sunk down, and once you finally bottomed out, you didn’t miss how his nails scratched the arms of the chair. His head rolled back slightly, and just that provided the evidence that you needed to know he was relishing this moment too. You wondered how it felt for him, imagining that the ghoul was trying not to come just from the feeling of being inside your tight, wet, pussy.

You rose up on your knees, leaving just the head of his cock inside you before pushing back down in a full thrust. Repeating the motion had you lightheaded already, and you could feel the ridges and veins of his throbbing dick rubbing up against your g-spot with every move. One thing was absolutely certain, you were not going to last like this. 

Up and down, up and down, you bucked your hips rhythmically to do exactly what you wanted and fucked yourself on him. You were certain that you held your breath each time you impaled yourself on him, believing that his cock would punch the air from your very lungs if not. The pressure was building again, this time deeper within your core. All the tension was pulling, pulling so tight. Fuck. You wanted to last longer but it was impossible. The feeling of him inside you made that impossible. You gasped, “I’m - I’m going to - Ah!”

A primal sound tore its way out of your throat as you reached your climax. Dewdrops hands grasped possessively at your hips, forcing you to continue to fuck yourself on him through your orgasm. His hands kept you moving steadily on his cock and had you feeling completely overstimulated in seconds. You cried out a series of unintelligible words, the feeling so foreign to you but familiar at the same time. After several more deep, hard thrusts, his cock twitched inside you and you knew he would come soon too. The thought of him coming inside you became your undoing. You came again, screaming his name in praise and adoration and he pulled you down hard one final time before he jerked inside you and you felt his hot load coat your walls. Your pussy still spasmed from your own orgasm, milking him dry.

The two of you sat in silence while you caught your breath. You slid off his lap, wincing slightly as you felt his cock leave your cunt. You stooped to the floor, picking up your torn panties and then fixing your night dress. Straightening up you noticed he had zipped his pants back up and was sprawled lazily in the chair again. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. Is he sleeping?

Before you left the room, a red light amongst the blue caught your eye and confirmed your suspicion from earlier. You were being watched again, just as you had in the confession. You averted your eyes away quickly, not wanting whoever was on the other end to know you had discovered them. Hoping that by doing so, you could have another encounter with Sodo soon if he so wished.

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... hope that ticked your taints *with love and adoration* (～￣▽￣)～