#day 4: videotape

[laiine1]

steph paid him to say this

[lxnarphase]

chef's kiss, she's a treat ๋࣭ ⚝

❝ do you like my new lip combo, baby? ❞ wc: 4.1k

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : blk!fem!reader + g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + h. hiromi + f. toji + k. shiu + k. choso + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. fumihiko + t. aoi ☾₊‧⁺...cw : sloppy kissing + messy make-outs, marking, grinding + dry humping, praise kink, oral fixation, finger sucking, spit kink, overstimulation, cock-warming, dacryphilia, daddy kink, size difference + size kink, desperate men, videotaping, breeding kink

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis + a/n : jjk men seeing their blk!gf's new lip gloss/lip combo that just makes her lips so fucking good they can't keep away from her | i have been working on this for 3-4 days because it had to be PERFECT or i would never forgive myself, so enjoy this absolute filthy creation of mine that i poured my heart into 🤎 ☾₊‧⁺...tags : @currentlyaways

can't stop kissing you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; he doesn't say anything when you first come out of the bathroom, asking if you nailed the 'clear coat with the 5% tint edges' look. no he's letting out a needy, shaky sigh when he pulls you into his lap by your wrist. he looks so conflicted as he stares at your lips, running his finger just under your bottom one, not wanting to ruin your lip gloss.

"y'so pretty, y'know that," he whispers against your lips, just barely pulling away before diving back in for more. each kiss is sticky and messy from the gloss, satou having smeared it all over his mouth and yours. his hand his buried in your mess of curls as he keeps you from pulling away for air. he knows when you really need it, don't worry, just let him kiss you, yeah? you don't have a choice, not when his other arm is wrapped around your waist, keeping you in one spot. "s-shit, satoru, b-baby," you start before getting cut off by the rolling of his hips. "yeah? feel good? mn, shit, you're so so pretty, princess," he moans into your mouth, his tongue slipping past your lips again to taste you again. he can feel that he's just smudging more of your lip gloss and he can't help but whine. it always felt so fucking good knowing he got to be the one to see you all pretty and gussied up just to fucking ruin it with his touches. satoru's breathe hitches when your hips begin to grind down against his own. "pretty thing," he hisses, giving a little tug on your soft coils. "you keep this shit up, and i'm gonna mess up more than just that pretty lip makeup." you can't help but laugh against his lips, giving him a quick, messy kiss. "you started it, 'toru, 'm just finishing it."

✧ k. choso ; choso was just being a sweetheart, clingy for your attention as he whines, pouting until you kiss him on his lips. he instinctively lips his lips and is pleasantly surprised at the sweet taste on his lips. 'are you...why do you taste so good," he innocently asks, looking at your lips in confusion. when you pull out the little tube of lip gloss, pink and green, the words 'watermelon flavor' catch his eye. '...oh...can i kiss you again?'

you know you're gonna have to clean the couch. you want to be upset, but you can't. not when choso has you folded in half as he desperately fucks into your creamy cunt, his mouth smushed against yours. he's barely even kissing you, he's just fucking your mouth with his tongue at this point. all of your lip gloss has been effectively licked off by choso, but he didn't care. you still tasted like watermelon, and he wanted more. he's moaning into your mouth, pulling away from you with sticky strands of saliva connecting him to you. his hand comes up to run over your lips, whining when he realizes all of your lip gloss is gone. "'m sorry, baby, i-i licked it off, 'm sorry," he whimpers, his hips stuttering briefly as he cums. he grinds into you with a loud cry of your name, pumping another hot load into your pussy. it's okay, it's messy, but he's gonna clean you up after with his mouth. "d'you wanna taste? wanna see how g-good you taste? yeah? c-come on, open up, please." you do as he says, sticking out your tongue with a moan, and he opens his, too, saliva dripping from his tongue onto yours. when you close your tongue and swallow, choso's crying, sobbing your name, and he throbs violently inside of you, picking up speed. before he smashes your mouths together, he moans against your mouth, "so good, so f-fuckin' good, babyyy, your pussy 'n' m-mouth are gonna make me melt, i love you s'fucking bad."

✧ h. hiromi ; you had the new lip gloss on all day and hiromi was so sweet about it, giving you little pecks here and there, chuckling whenever you'd playfully scold him for stealing some of the gloss. he'd just tease you, asking if he looked pretty with the gloss on, too, before kissing you again. even now, when you're both on the couch, your back resting against his chest, he can't stop kissing you

hiromi plants soft kisses along her jawline, peppering her with affectionate whispers. "there you go, my sweet girl," he murmurs, his thick fingers thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole. "you are the sweetest little thing. you're so gorgeous today, i love it when you wear lip gloss, even if it is a bit sticky," he chuckles against your cheek, turning you to kiss you. his tongue slips into your mouth, rubbing over yours as you softly moan, trying your best to fuck yourself on his fingers. "please, hiromi," you softly keen, desperately kissing his lips, smearing your lip gloss all over him. "please, honey, m-make me cum," you whine, one of her hands moving to her glistening cunt to swirl circles around your throbbing clit. "i-i wanna cum on your fingers s' you can fuck me, baby." hiromi let out another soft chuckle, his nose nuzzling into your soft curls that were getting frizzy. "god, you're so fucking adorable," he murmurs, knocking your hand away from your clit so he could pick up speed without bumping against your hand. "of course, baby girl. i'll take care of you. just relax, and I'll make you cum all over my fingers, sweetheart."

✧ t. fumihiko ; all you do is pull out the peach lip oil and roll it on your lips, smacking them together, and fumihiko's attention is zeroed in on you. he's up in your face, asking what you just rubbed onto your lips. he can smell it, and it smells so sweet. if it smells good, it must taste good, right? you managed to stop him from running his tongue all over your lips in front of everyone at the bar, managing to pull him away when you caught that curious lick of his lips. once you're away from everyone in a corner, he's on you.

the poor thing, still inexperienced with kissing with the way he's messily pressing his lips into yours, enjoying the faint peachy flavor he swears he can taste on you. you don't have the heart to tell fumihiko it's just the peach whiskey, enjoying the way he was desperately pressing you into the wall with the force of his kisses. "taste so good," fumihiko whines, finally pulling away to look at your mouth. "gosh, i-i could kiss you all day, s-so sweet..." it's messy from the smearing of the lip oil and the mixture of saliva. just the view of you all messy...it makes him snap, his eyes wide and brow furrowed as his fingers run over your lips to smear more of the mess around. next thing you know, he's slipping his fingers into your mouth, pushing them down on your tongue. "t-this okay?" fumihiko's nervous as he asks, his free hand unconsciously coming up to wrap around your neck to hold you in place, a shudder wracking his body from the soft moan he gets from you. "that's a good noise," he mutters to himself, trying to keep himself from getting to excited. "y-your mouth 's so wet, so hot, it's not fair, i w-wanna feel you it again. c-can i put it in? we can go home, i-i wanna put my dick in your m-mouth, want to fuck it, it's so pretty—" he won't shut the fuck up now, past the point where he was able to. not with the way you were drooling and moaning against his fingers. fuck, he's so hard, he can feel the way his tip rubs against the fabric of his jeans. why the fuck did he go commando, this friction was gonna drive him mad. you notice it, too, feeling the way fumihiko was so pathetically humping into your thigh. and oh, the pitiful whine of your name he lets out is music to your ears. easing his hand out of your mouth, you press a wet kiss into his palm, looking up at him so prettily through your lashes. "c'mon, baby boy, lemme take you home, i'll take good care of you...wet and sloppy, just how you like it."

likes when you mark him ↴

✧ n. kento ; while kento was away, you felt like playing around with your makeup, trying out a simple dark brown upper lip and clear gloss look. you look so precious, your curly hair in a messy puff ball as you greet him in the bedroom. all you had on was a tank top and some pink lounge shorts as you got up from your vanity. the second he comes home, he's complimenting you, telling you how nice your makeup looks. when you ask him coyly if he wants to see the color, how can he say no?

kento is melted into the mattress, breathless as you continue to cover him with kisses. he promised he'd buy you new tubes of lipstick and lip gloss as long as you just kept kissing him everywhere. "aww, ken, you look so handsome," you say with a giggle, pressing yet another kiss on his neck. "did you miss me while you were at work? wanted your wifey to cover you in kisses baby?" you can feel his cock pulsing inside of you with each press of your lips. poor thing was doing his best to not buck up into you, to just flip you over and pound into your pretty pussy. but it was so fucking hard with the love of his life marking his entire upper body in kiss marks, occasionally licking and nipping at his skin. "honey, i'm gonna move jus' a little bit," he rasps, a groan bubbling out of him when you grind your hips as a response. "just keep kissing my neck, darling, lemme make us both feel good." the first roll of his hips has you moaning against his neck, smearing lipstick all over it. he feels so fucking deep, he's kissing your cervix with these deep, slow strokes. "god...your cunt is gushing for me, baby," he sighs, his eyes rolling back when he feels you mouthing right under his ear. "d-did, mm, fuck, did marking me up get you this wet? yes? aw, baby, you like marking me as yours?" you nod with a giggle before getting cut off with a gasp, his hips snapping up hard into your pussy. "c'mon, honey. keep kissing, i'm gonna fuck you good until you run out of lipstick."

✧ g. suguru ; suguru is mean. he's so mean to you today, he doesn't let you suck him off, he just tells you to kiss all over his cock with those pretty stained lips, tugging you away from his tip when you try to suck on it. no, no, you're not gonna taste him, not yet. he wants you to mark him up, condescendingly soothing you each time you whine when he tugs you by your locs away from his tip. with the way he keeps looking up at the mirror, he's got a plan for you.

"sugu, sugu, sugu, s-sugu!" "oh, you moan so pretty, princess...keep sucking me in that little pussy, take this fat cock, baby girl, doin' so good for me." he's got you in a full nelson in front of the mirror, making you watch as his cock fucks in and out of your messy little cunt. the best part? he could see the dark kiss marks all over his dick. "aww, you can see your kiss marks," he coos into your ear, his breath fanning against it as he pants. seeing your eyes start to roll back, suguru chuckles. poor thing, it felt so good you couldn't even listen to him when he said to keep your fucking eyes on him in the mirror. he slows his hips, smirking when you whine in protest. "shhh, don't whine, you don't wanna behave? don't wanna see my cock that you marked up all pretty get wet from your messy pussy? tch, my poor baby..." that's all it takes for you to squeeze your eyes shut, a choked-off sob leaving you as you start to make a mess. each time his cock pulls out of you, thick cream is pulled out of you too, the milky substance dripping down his length. suguru laughs meanly in your ear, cooing to you as he finally starts to pick up speed just from that. "awwww, babyyyy! did you cream? mm, but i didn't feel you cum," he teases with a coo of your name. "your covering up some of the kiss marks...pfft, don't cry like that, you look too fuckin' pretty. let's make you get creamier, okay?"

✧ h. kinji ; kinji buys you all kinds of lipstick and lip gloss because this man is obsessed with seeing your lips all shiny and pretty. his favorite on to buy you? the dior lip oil. god, he loves how it makes you look so delicious, he can barely keep himself from kissing you until you can't think, but the day you try on the mahogany lip oil with a soft pink lipstick under it? he's obsessed with how juicy it makes your soft lips look, and kinji cannot stay off of you.

after about 30 minutes and what felt like 100 reapplications of the lipstick and gloss combo, kinji is covered in kiss marks from his forehead down to his cock that is currently pistoning in and out of you. you're so fucking glad he made you hold your phone to record him fucking you like this because you could not stop looking at him. he looked so good, and that stupid fucking grin on his face told you he knew you liked it. "shit, cupcake, your so fucking tight right now," he choked out with a laugh. when you pout and try to hold the phone at a better angle to catch the way his cock slid in and out of you, his rhythm falters. he just knows whatever the fuck comes out of your mouth is about to break him. "i-i want to do this to you more, k-kinji. marking you up makes you look pretty an' it means y-you're mine." the phone is squished between you and kinji when he shifts positions, folding you into a mating press that just pushes him in deeper, the head of his dick nudging right against that spot that makes you fucking cry. "kinji—!"mmn, s' there? yeah, 's there, right fuckin' there," he mutters against your lips, picking his pace up again right where he left off. his fingers are laced on top of your head and fuck, he's reminded of the pretty purple faux locs you got to match his purple hair and he curses, angling his hips to get as deep as possible inside of your tight, slick walls. "i'm all fuckin' yours, cupcake, all yours, all fuckin' yours. fuck, gonna mark me up every time we fuck? huh? oooh shit, 'm-'m not lettin' you go until this fuckin' cunt is flooded with my cum, baby, you're gettin' bred t'night like a good fucking girl."

✧ t. aoi ; another victim of the the clear coat with the 5% tint edges. he's weak for it, so fucking weak. your lips are already one of his favorite parts of you, with how soft and plump they are, how sweet they taste whenever he places a peck on them. so when todo walks into the kitchen and sees you, his pretty girl in his shirt, and that simple but oddly sexy lip combo? he's already getting hard in his sweats, struggling to maintain eye contact with you as he greets you.

all you did was kiss his chest and giggle at the faint pink lip gloss mark left on it. your front is pressed against the cool counter of the marble island, your drool dripping onto the surface. he's so fucking big that your toes are barely touching the floor. todo's thick fingers are in your mouth, keeping your mouth open to let those pretty noises out that you kept trying to hide. he holds onto your hips, using the leverage to drive himself deeper into you, relishing in the tightness and wetness of your pussy. "you're such a pretty thing," he groans, his voice filled with a mix of lust and dominance. "taking my cock like a good little whore, bunny." he grunts with each tight squeeze of your cunt. you clenching around him so fucking much, so fucking needy for him. todo doesn't hold back, thrusting into you with a primal need as a rhythmic plap, plap, plap fills the kitchen. "a-aoi, baby, baby, please, m-move a little, s-so close to my spot," you beg around his fingers, squirming around to try and aim his cock right at that sweet spot. anything, anything for you. todo angles your hips just a little differently, and you practically scream, his cock now hitting your sensitive spot with each deep thrust. "oohmygod, baby, i-i can't, 's too deep," you cry, hips trying to tilt away when you realize that he's abusing that spongy spot inside your slick walls. "'s your fault, bunny. you wanna mark me up? hm?" he can sense your getting closer to cumming as he targets your sweet spot relentlessly. "fuck, i was so hard the second i saw those pretty lips of yours, and you fucking mark me." the pitiful whine he gets from you has his hips stuttering momentarily, eyes rolling with a groan. "you're such a fucking mess, bunny," he growls, his voice laced with possessiveness. "you're taking this dick like a good fucking girl. lemme fuck you just the way you need it."

wants it smeared on him ↴

✧ f. toji ; when he sees the glittery gloss coat on your lips, toji lets out a low whistle. he loves when you wear lipstick, but this shimmery look on you has his attention. you're talking to him, and he's trying to look you in the eye, but his eyes keep drifting to your lips. in the middle of your sentence, he gently takes your hand and places it right on the bulge in his white sweats, smirking when you falter for a moment as he just goes, 'mhm, keep going, mama, 'm listenin.'

if you could, you would laugh, knowing that toji's cock was all shiny and glittery from the combination of your spit and your pink-tinted shimmer gloss. but with the way he was busy fucking your mouth, his fist full of your braids. toji's grip keeps your head in place as he slides his cock in and out of your hot mouth, green eyes occasionally rolling back in his head. you've gotten so much better at this, at letting his fat dick stretch your throat. and the view, god, the view. you are so pretty like this, your mascara smudging down those cute cheeks of yours while thick strands of saliva and precum messily dripped from your chin to your chest. "that's it, baby, you're taking it like a champ," he praises breathlessly, savoring every time he feels you swallow around him. his praise made your eyes flutter, a muffled moan vibrating so deliciously around his dick. "ohh, shit," toji hisses, thrusting his hips a little deeper and making you choke, the feeling of your throat restricting around him, making him groan your name. fuck, seeing him hunch over like this made you drag your nails down his thighs, desperate to taste his cum. he just looked so fucking good when he felt good. with a huff, toji looks down at you, eyes narrowed. he's getting so close, and he can't wait to pull you off him and kiss you before helping you apply another coat of lip gloss so he can kiss you dumb while he fucks his fingers into you. and that look in your eye...tells him you want it too. "y-yeah? y'like it when i use your, shit, your pretty mouth? god, looking so beautiful, ma, love how you look in this lip gloss." yeah, he loves it when you smear it all over him so he can grin in the mirror after, seeing how glittery he is.

✧ r. sukuna ; he's so mean. sukuna acts like it's not his fault that you both will be late, all because he thinks your new lip gloss combo will catch the attention of men and make them stare at your lips. it might cause a little flicker of the eye to your mouth, but no one could get to the same level of sukuna. no, it was impossible to compare to how he'd glare at your lips before growling and smearing your lip liner all over his mouth.

he wishes he could take a picture of this and frame it on the fucking wall. the visual of you between his legs as he sits on the bed, his cock pulled out of his dress pants. the slow drag of your lips up and down his cock, seeing the pretty smear of your pinkish-brown lip gloss...fuck, he wants you like this all the time. "thaaaat's right," he praises you, brushing back your soft curls from your face. "let me see how much you like having my cock in your mouth. such a slut, fuckin' slobbering all over it." sukuna throbs in your mouth, his tip hot as it presses against the back of your throat. if you weren't used to it, you would've choked from how much precum he's dripping into your mouth, forcing you to constantly swallow to keep your mouth from getting too full. however, sukuna is caught off guard when you pull yourself off him, glaring into his eyes. "sukuna, we are 20 minutes late," you scold him, sneering a little as you grip his spit-coated cock and stroke him furiously, taking out your annoyance on him. the deep groan he rewards you isn't enough, no, you wanted a nice date, and instead sukuna was thinking with the wrong fucking head. again. "you ruined my makeup, ruined my lipstick, and i already fuckin' know my mascara is fucked." it is, and he loves it, the dark streaks of it dripping down your cheeks that are framed by your soft curls. "did all that just to get my lipstick on your dick? hm? you're so fucking nasty," you huff with a roll of your eyes before taking him back into your mouth, a choked moan, his legs jumping in surprise. " shut up, 'kuna. do you wanna ruin my lipstick and make us miss our reservation? fine, but you're gonna cum until you can't anymore."

✧ k. shiu ; shiu is tired of his new client, ready to get out of his clothes, into the shower, and then in bed with you wrapped in his arms. so imagine his pleasant surprise when he comes out of the shower to his pretty wife sitting all pretty on the bed in lacy lingerie and soft makeup. and all shiu can think about is you smearing that pretty pink coat of gloss all over the length of his cock.

"atta girl," he grunts, his fingers thrusting in and out of your mouth slooowly. you're between his legs, manicured hand stroking up and down his length that's covered in pink kiss marks, the tip a pretty saturated pink from all of your suckling. "such a desperate little thing for me, aren't you? got all dolled up for daddy t' come home, and you look so gorgeous," he softly coos, one of your braids twirled around his free hand. you were so cute, you didn't even know. the baby blue lingerie you had on contrasted against your skin so perfectly, and seeing you look up at him with such a cock drunk expression was the best thing shiu could've come home to. "you're doing so good, angel, sucking my fingers like it's my dick. d'you want it?" when you nod, tongue sliding over his fingers slowly, shiu chuckles, the deepness of his voice going right to your core. he sounds so good when he talks, when he laughs, it's unfair. slipping his fingers out of your mouth, he cups your chin. "you gonna suck me off? i want your pretty lipstick smeared on me, okay? there you go," shiu hums with a little groan. you had the prettiest little mouth, and even if you could only fit half of him inside of it, that's okay. you still look so cute as you try to take more of him in. "take every inch like you need it, baby."

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[rosygaze]

i think we’re alone now

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

synopsis: you and eddie are experts at hiding your relationship but your friends would say otherwise.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, secret relationships, cursing

word count: 3.2k+

masterlist

Lucas Sinclair was excited.

The entire year he’d been on the bench waiting patiently for a turn on those hardwood floors. He was there every practice, training just as hard as if he was even close to being on the starting lineup. He was there for every game, feet tapping with anxious excitement whenever his coach would look his way. Only for him to call the teammate beside him.

Any other person would’ve been discouraged by the second game but Lucas was determined. Something in his gut told him that today was the day.

The game was just about to start any minute now and the air inside the gym was electric. Lucas bounced on the balls of his feet in an attempt to keep his body warm and ready for action. He turned and saw his friends sitting on the bleachers right behind him.

Max, Dustin, Mike, Erica, and Steve all sat beside each other. Dustin gave him a toothy grin and two thumbs up and Max smiled at him in a way that made his heart race. Robin was off on the other side, sitting with the rest of the band. The one he was most surprised to see was Eddie. His feelings towards the basketball team weren’t exactly a secret. The only thing the Hawkins Tigers and the Hellfire Club had in common was their equal hatred for each other.

Somehow, you convinced the Dungeon Master to come tonight. Stating that it was only fair that Eddie supported all of his “little sheepies” no matter what. Whatever magic spell you cast on him worked, but that didn’t stop Eddie from looking completely bored and annoyed though.

Speaking of, Lucas noticed you weren’t here. He craned his neck but he couldn’t spot you anywhere. You hadn’t missed a game the entire year so he was a bit worried.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure running through the doors of the gym. Lucas sighed when he saw you hurrying to join your friends. You were mumbling your apologies to the other audience members as you awkwardly shuffled in the small walking space.

Instead of taking the nearest open seat beside Dustin, Lucas watched you continue your shuffling until you reached the open seat beside Eddie. The metalhead’s previously annoyed demeanor melted away as soon as he laid eyes on you. Lucas’ brow raised when he saw the two of you greet each other with wide smiles and soft glances.

He had never seen Eddie smile that way before.

When you were able to pull your attention away from Eddie, you looked in his direction and gave him a big wave. “Go Lucas!” You yelled, not caring about the weird looks you got for cheering on a benchwarmer. Eddie was looking at you the same way Lucas knew he looked at Max whenever she sniped at a mouth breather.

Before he could think about that any further, a loud whistle cut through the air.

Game time.

Robin Buckley was bored.

Tuesdays were always quiet at Family Video. Everyone was too busy with their jobs or school to take the time to choose the perfect movie for the night. She was stuck watching the clock, willing for 4 P.M. to come faster. Steve wasn’t even here to keep her company today. How else was she going to make the time pass if she couldn’t annoy her favorite dingus until closing time?

All of a sudden, the bell rang and you walked into the store.

“Hey, Robs.” You greeted.

“Finally! An actual human being!” Robin shouted into the empty store. Her voice echoed through the aisles of videotapes. You laughed.

“Figured you might be lonely so I thought I’d visit.” Crossing the entrance, you stopped in front of the counter. “Also, I needed to return some tapes.”

“Give it here.” Robin patted the countertop and you plopped your paper bag on top of it. You watched Robin take the tapes out and stack them into a pile. She typed your name into the computer and looked at your stack, taking inventory. Robin’s eyes narrowed when she realized that three of the tapes weren’t showing under your name. “Some of these aren’t in your file.”

“Oh, I forgot.” You slapped a palm on your forehead.  “Those are Eddie’s.”

“Eddie’s?” Robin’s head snapped up. She heard how your voice sounded softer when you said his name.

“Yeah, he heard that I was visiting you today and asked me to bring over his tapes too. Said he didn’t want to pay the late fees again.” You waved your hand in the air dismissively.

“Hmm.” Robin turned back to the computer to hide the knowing smirk growing on her face.

“Something wrong?” You checked on your tapes, thinking that you’d broken something on your drive here.  

“Nothing.” She said quickly and a bit too high-pitched for her liking. One last hit to the ‘Enter’ button and Robin gave you a big smile. “You’re all good.”

“Thanks, Robs. You wanna watch a movie? Your boss won’t mind if I stick around right?” You pushed yourself up onto the counter.

“Nah, he won’t care. Just bat your eyelashes at him and he’d probably hire you on the spot.” Robin blinked at you furiously in a terrible attempt at looking flirtatious.

“Haha.” You said, dryly. “Go pick us a movie or I’m leaving.” Your arm extended, pointing at the aisles.

“Yes, ma’am.” Robin saluted at you. Her gaze glanced down to your wrist. “Nice bracelet.”

“Thanks.” You shook your wrist, showing off your little collection.

Robin wasn’t talking about the pink bangle or the dainty gold chain. She had her eyes set on the black leather band that clearly didn’t belong with the others. The same black leather band she had definitely seen on Eddie’s wrist last week.

Dustin Henderson was impatient.

It had been 20 minutes since Eddie said he would pick him up from the library. He watched every car that passed by with hawk eyes but there was still no sign of the beat-up van that his older friend loved to drive. When another mini-van zoomed past, Dustin rolled his eyes and put the walkie up to his mouth.

“Eddie, this is Dustin. Where are you? Over.” He released the button but only got static in response. He pressed the button again. “I swear to god if you forgot about me, you’re on your own for the next session!” Dustin hissed into the walkie.

An elderly woman passed by, giving him a curious look. Dustin smiled at her politely. When she was out of hearing distance, Dustin yelled into the walkie again.

“Eddie, what the fu-”

“Slow your roll, Henderson. I’m almost there.” Eddie’s gruff voice crackled through the speaker. In the distance, Dustin could basically hear rubber burning as Eddie sped down the pavement. Not even a few seconds later, the white van came barrelling down the quiet streets of Downtown Hawkins.

Dustin stomped over to the van and threw the door open. “Took you long enough.” He grumbled and slid into the seat.

“Got caught up with something.” Eddie stepped on the gas.

“Yeah? What’s their name?” Dustin joked.

“Your mom.”

“Dude!” Dustin’s mouth dropped open.

“Walked straight into that one, bud. Sorry.” Eddie smirked and reached over to ruffle his curly hair affectionately.

“Because of that little comment, I’m picking the music today.” He aggressively turned on the radio and was immediately bombarded with the familiar tune of ‘Like a Virgin’. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “Were you listening to pop radio?”

“Maybe I was. What’s it to you?” Eddie took his eyes off the road for a second to give him a challenging look, Madonna’s voice echoing against the metal walls. Dustin held his hands up. “Nothing! I think it’s pretty cool for you to expand your music tastes.”

“Yeah okay, kiss ass. I got tapes over there.” Eddie stretched a finger and pointed at the dashboard.

Dustin opened the dash and saw the small collection of tapes that Eddie had hidden. He gathered them up and put them on his lap, scanning through the different plastic cases. One tape stood out to him. Among the sea of black and red tapes, was a singular pink tape. He picked it up and saw the handwritten scribbles on the front—a cluster of hearts surrounding two sets of initials in the center.

Eddie’s. And yours.

Dustin smiled. He was about to open the case when Eddie grabbed one of the tapes.

“Too slow! I’m playing this.” Eddie opened the plastic case with one hand and shoved the tape into the radio.

“Hey! I said I was gonna pick!” Dustin crossed his arms and glared at daggers into the side of his head.

“You’ll like this one. Trust me.” Eddie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the beats that were slowly creeping in. He was right, though. A minute into the song and Dustin was banging his head along with him.

Nancy Wheeler was frustrated.

This was the third time this week that her car had broken down. The past two times she could get it to work again but this time it wouldn’t budge. She sighed and swiped her hand across her forehead, wiping away the sweat that built while she tried everything to get the damned car to start.

Nancy paused, taking a minute to think. Jonathan was way too far and on the other side of town. Robin didn’t know how to drive so she was out of the question. She wouldn’t even dare ask Steve for help.

Wait.

She took in her surroundings and realized that she couldn’t be more than a 10-minute walk from the local car shop where a certain Eddie Munson worked. Nancy’s luck just might be turning around. She grabbed her purse and her keys and walked quickly along the side of the road until she saw the sign for the car shop.

Once she was close enough, Nancy all but ran inside and looked for her friend’s familiar head of hair. Instead, she found you sitting on the hood of a car with a book in your lap. You looked up when you heard footsteps coming in and gave Nancy a big smile.

“Hi, Nance!”

“Hi,” Nancy was happy to see you of course but a bit confused to see you here. “Are you having your car fixed?”

“Nah, I’m just visiting Eds.” You closed the book in your lap, marking the page with your finger.

“Oh,” She thought it was a bit weird. You and Eddie were friends but she’d never seen the two of you alone together. “Where is he by the way? My car stopped working and I left it on the road.”

You hissed at her predicament. “He’s just getting something in the back but he should be out any second now.”

As if on cue, Eddie came strutting out of the back office with two Coke cans in hand. “A can of Coke as requested, m’lad- Oh hey, Wheeler.” Eddie cut himself off when he saw Nancy.

“Hey…” Nancy trailed off.

“You need something?” Eddie handed you the soda can. Nancy, ever observant, noticed how his fingers lingered against yours for a second too long.

“Uh, yeah. My car broke down and I need a tow.” Nancy jutted her thumb behind her.

“I’ve been telling you for weeks that you needed to let me take a look at her. Now, look what’s happened.” She rolled her eyes at Eddie’s cocky tone.

“Yeah, yeah. So, can you help me or not?”

“Course I can! Lemme start the truck.” Eddie whipped out the keys from his pocket. He turned back to you. “I’ll be back in a jiff. You’ll be okay here?”

“Mhmm,” You nodded. “Go help, Nance.”

He nodded at you and walked towards the truck. Nancy noted how you stared after Eddie’s retreating form. Looking down, you shyly brushed your hair behind your ear. She was about to ask you what was up between the two of you when she was cut off by the sound of the engine spurring to life.

“Chop chop, Wheeler! I don’t have all day!” Eddie slapped his palm against the metal door and stuck his head out the window, his loud voice ringing through the garage.

Nancy rolled her eyes again.

Steve Harrington was drunk.

Or at least he was getting there.

Yes, his King Steve days were long gone. And yes, he would rather fight a demogorgon again than spend another minute with Tommy H. and Carol, but he did miss the occasional party game sometimes. Which is why he occasionally held parties for his little group of misfit friends.

Steve had his hand in the air, the ball gripped loosely in between his fingers. He shook out his wrist to relax the muscles. His eyes were target locked on the cup and he threw the ball. It made an arch in the air before missing the cup by inches, the ball bouncing off the edge of the table and clattering to the floor.

“Damnit!” He exclaimed.

“I thought you were supposed to be good at this game.” You joked, fiddling with the ball in your hand. You’d taken Eddie’s place when he excused himself to get his “special stash” and Steve was losing to you. Badly. You threw the ball again and it landed perfectly into the cup.

Steve groaned. “And I thought you were going to be bad at this. Isn’t this your first time playing beer pong?”

“Yup. Now, drink up.” You smirked. The drink burned Steve’s throat as it went down.

“I’m gonna get you.” Steve pointed at you.

“You beating his ass?” Eddie had finally rejoined the two of you, metal lunchbox in hand.

“To a pulp.” You beamed at him.

Steve glared at you and grabbed the ball. He shook out the cloudiness that was starting to tunnel his vision. By sheer luck, the ball went into the cup. “Ha! I got you. Now, you drink up.” He pointed a finger at you.

Almost instantly, Eddie grabbed the cup and chugged the drink. Once he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He met Steve’s confused look and shrugged. “She doesn’t like alcohol.” Eddie looked at you and you smiled at him gratefully.

Steve knew that move. He’d seen enough happy couples in his life to know how to tell when two people were together. There were the subtle touches, the lingering looks, always finding a way to be near each other. Drinking for your partner during beer pong because they don't drink themselves

No. Steve was no idiot. He knew exactly what was going on when you and Eddie slyly slid out of the room when you thought no one was looking.

Eddie stood close behind you and whispered in your ear to follow him. His warm breath made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You looked around at your friends and checked if anyone had seen him but they were all too busy with their own conversations to notice. Eddie had slipped out of the room first. You counted to ten before leaving the room yourself and closing the door behind you.

Once you got outside, the cold Indiana air bit your cheeks. Eddie stood a couple of feet away from the door where he knew the two of you wouldn’t be seen if someone would come out. Even in dark with just the blue pool lights from the Harrington pool, you saw how Eddie’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw you. He opened his arms and you all but ran into them.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist and you were pulled flush against his chest. You nuzzled into him, feeling warmth return to your body. He kissed your temple with an exaggerated ‘mwah’. You braced yourself on his shoulders and looked up at him.

“Hey there, beautiful.” Eddie said, ever the smooth-talker.

“Hi.” You replied.

“You looked so hot playing beer pong.” He played with the hem of your shirt.

“Well, I learned from the best.”

“Yeah? And who’s that?” He furrowed his brows but the playful glint never left his eyes.

“My amazing, talented, and handsome boyfriend.” You tugged on the ends of his hair by his chin. You watched the corners of his lips tug up into a smirk.

“You have a boyfriend? Shit. I was gonna ask you out.” Eddie pretended to be devastated, pouting those full lips and everything.

“I’m taken, sorry.”

“Lucky guy.” He wiggled his brows and made you giggle. The sound made him pull you even closer to him. Not wanting a single inch of space between you.

“I think I’m pretty lucky, too.” You cupped his cheek and rubbed small, affectionate circles with your thumb. Eddie leaned into your touch and pressed his lips against the pad of your thumb.

“I missed you.” He pressed his forehead against yours.

“We were literally in the same room a minute ago.” You smiled despite your teasing.

“Yeah, but I couldn’t touch you.” He sounded so sad that it made your heart pang. When you and Eddie finally got together a month ago, you’d decided to keep it a secret from your friends. Not because you didn’t trust them. No, you’d trust any of them to save your life from interdimensional beings.

There was just something about your relationship with Eddie that you wanted to keep to yourselves. You two were living in this magical bubble. As if you two were the only people in the world. You wanted to hold onto that magic for as long as you could but you both knew that the bubble had to pop at some point.

“We should just tell them.” You whispered.

“I know. I’m surprised they haven’t found out already.” Eddie dropped his head to your shoulder and nuzzled his face in your neck.

“It was nice to just keep things to ourselves though.” You scratched his scalp lightly.

“Yeah. The hiding was kinda hot too.” He kissed your neck. A shiver ran down your spine and you were sure that Eddie knew since you could feel his smug smirk against your skin.

“Settle down, Romeo. Our friends are here.” You slapped his shoulder playfully.

“I’ll just have to wait until we get home then.” Eddie tickled your sides, making you squeal. His heart soared. He knew it was way too early in your relationship to be thinking about the L-word but he knew that was something he was starting to feel for you. When he finally relented, you were out of breath. Eddie noticed your hair had gone messy from your wiggling and he brushed it away from your face. With your cheeks cupped in his big hands, he looked into your eyes. “We’ll tell them.”

“Soon.” You nodded.

Eddie ducked down and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed in relief, feeling any sort of tension leave your body the second he kissed you. His hands tilted your head so he could deepen the kiss. Kissing Eddie just felt right.

Being with Eddie was right.

You brought your hand up to hold Eddie’s wrist, squeezing it three times slowly. Three times to say the three words you were too scared to say out loud just yet. It was way too soon anyways. You’d tell him one day.

Behind you, the party raged on. Pop music was blaring from the speakers. The soundtrack for the tender moment between you and your boyfriend. When the lyrics came in, the two of you chuckled into the kiss.

I think we’re alone now….

There doesn’t seem to be anyone around…

[countrymusiclover]

It's About Time

Y/n and Georgie have been best friends for years. Everyone in town is waiting on when they will get together...including Y/n herself. When a new girl comes into town and interests Georgie will they ever get together??

1 - Matching Marks

2 - Possible Futures

3 - Memaw's Car

4 - New Feelings and a Videotape

5 - The Birthday Surprise

6 - Will He Ever Realize?

7 - Love Letter

8 - The Jealousy Plan

9 - Jealousy Plan in Motion

10 - Switching Coopers

11 - Changing the Game

12 - Late Night Confession

13 - Good / bad decisions

14 - The First Date

15 - Moving to the next Level

16 - The Day My Life Changed

17 - We’ll be Bonnie and Clyde

18 - Cooper Baby Video

19 - My New Family

20 - Man of the House

21 - Lot Can Happen in 10 Years

???

Comments really appreciated ❤️

Tags just ask - @lover-of-books-and-tea @bvbwestfall @bubble-blu @liesanddreams @bethanymccauley @skeletonontheroad @ashsallyblue2 @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @herondale-lightworm @afraidofshrimp @eclipse134

[burningreactor]

Beslan school siege (1-3 September 2004)

333 people died (186 children), 783 were injured

On the morning of September 1, 2004, during the celebration of the beginning of the new school year, terrorists attacked School № 1 in the city of Beslan (North Ossetia). The terrorist attack in Beslan was the final in a series of terrorist attacks committed in Russia in 2004, after which the country's political leadership implemented a number of serious legislative reforms. Shamil Basayev claimed responsibility for organizing the attack, publishing a statement on the website of the Chechen separatists "Kavkaz-Center" on September 17, 2004.

On September 1, 2004, a group of armed militants drove up to the school building. Shooting into the air, the terrorists drove all the children present, their parents and relatives, as well as school staff into the building.

Most of the hostages were herded into the main gym. The militants took away their things, began to barricade the building and install improvised explosive devices. The terrorists studied the school's plan in advance.

The authorities knew how many people were being held hostage. They began to pull special forces to the school, organized the operational headquarters of the counter-terrorism operation, and opened a criminal case. However, all official reports said that there were not as many hostages in the school as there actually were. Figures ranging from 120 to 354 people were mentioned. "If they think that there are 300 of you, then we will make sure that there are so many of you left here!" — one of the terrorists told the hostages.

Two hours after the seizure of the school, the terrorists handed over a note from one of the hostages, in which they voiced their demands. The negotiators asked for water and medicines to be handed over to the hostages, offered to exchange children for adults — and also offered free way to terrorists in Chechnya and Ingushetia. All offers were rejected.

At about 16:00, an explosion occurred at the school. One of the suicide bombers blew up next to the hostages who barricaded the building. Another militant was seriously wounded. Following this, the terrorists shot 21 hostages.

Vladimir Putin addressed the nation only a day later, at 11:00 a.m. on September 2. The terrorists continued negotiations, but they did not lead to anything. Officially, the authorities claimed that the terrorists did not negotiate and did not demand anything. In fact, they handed over a videotape with Shamil Basayev's direct appeal to Putin through the hostages. The leader of the Chechen militants demanded the cessation of hostilities and the withdrawal of Russian army from Chechnya.

On September 3, at 13:03 and at 13:05, two explosions occurred at the school, after which the assault began. Both military and unarmed civilians rushed to the school. At 13:19, the third explosion occurred. By this time, there was already an intense firefight at the school, and the hostages were randomly evacuated, or they tried to escape on their own. At 13:30, the roof collapsed in the gym.

Only 116 dead bodies were found in the gym. According to a report by military expert Yuri Saveliev, most of the hostages died in the southern wing of the school, where they were taken by terrorists after the first explosions. This wing was without bombs. It was demolished immediately after the terrorist attack on the night of September 4.

On September 6 and 7, mourning was declared in Russia. Spontaneous rallies have been going on in North Ossetia for almost two weeks demanding that the perpetrators of the terrorist attack be named and brought to justice. Rallies were held in other Russian cities as well. Most Russians were of the opinion that the hostage rescue operation had failed.

On September 15, classes began in Beslan schools, but parents were afraid to let their children go to school. Classes began with a minute of silence, and since then every new academic year in North Ossetia begins with mourning events.

[insidetheravensmind]

Stray Kids Recommended Masterlist

This is a masterlist dedicated Stray Kids fanfics. Most of the works are smutty, but not all. I do not know which ones are which. None of these works are mine, as I have a separate list for those. All credit goes to the owners who wrote these, and I hope all of you enjoy them. I will try to update this as much as I can! Note: All members will have their own separated sections, however, anything with 2+ members in them will be located below in their own section.

EDIT (9/15/23): I will be adding more very soon. I am working on making masterlists for each member and linking them at the bottom of their list on here! It will take me awhile because I've got many lines up.

Last updated: 09/15/23

BANGCHAN ~ Crayons ~ Cold Face ~ Channie's Room ~ All Mine ~ Hot and Cold ~ Pain Killer ~ Runaway with Me

MINHO ~ 6:00 ~ Untitled #7 ~ Horror House ~ Nasty ~ Appease Part Two ~ Barb Wired Brat CHANGBIN ~ This Is What I Want ~ Remedy ~ Untitled #4 ~ Mr. Tough Guy ~ Petty Works ~ Prettier When I'm A Mess ~ A Numbing Surprise ~ (No Title) ~ Roommate ~ Say Sorry ~ Needy ~ Dress ~ Trying ~ Red Dress On the Balcony ~ The Island ~ Admiration ~ Pay Attention ~ For Your Eyes Only ~ Reset ~ Own Me ~ Passion ~ Lift ~ Think About Nothing But Me ~ Kinktober Day 12 ~ Sensitive ~ Kinktober Day 3 ~ 7:48 PM ~ Begging Binnie ~ Rubdown ~ Videotapes

HYUNJIN ~ Red Lights Part One ~ Red Lights Part Two ~ Oblivious ~ Spicy Vanilla ~ (No Title) ~ Battle of Wills

HAN ~ A Penny For Your Thoughts ~ Like A Rockstar ~ Hate Sex ~ Inhale Me ~ Payback ~ Public Display of Affection ~ Disobey? Disturb? Disrespect? | Appease Part Three ~ The Right Type Of Wrong ~ Chill ~ Otherworldly

FELIX ~ Pancakes for Two ~ Kinktober Day 15 ~ 20:09 PM ~ Kinktober Day 24 ~ Sharing A Bed

SEUNGMIN ~ Catfish (from series: One By One) ~ Dirty ~ Jealousy, Jealousy ~ Routine ~ (No Title) ~ Home Run

JEONGIN ~ Dean's List ~ Kiss Me, Not Him! ~ The New Pledge ~ Be Mine ~ Oh, Angel

3RACHA ~ Behind the Screen | 3RACHA ~ Your Moans Would Sound Nice | 3RACHA ~ Complicated | 3RACHA ~ Sharing is Caring | 3RACHA ~ Appease Part One | 3RACHA ~ 3RACHA X Thick Reader

OT8 ~ Share You With the Boys | OT8 ~ Chubby Reader | OT8 ~ When was the last time you went to the circus? | OT8 ~ Yandere Headcanons | OT8 ~ Stray Kids React to Squirting | OT8 ~ S(inister)KZ Maniacs: Masterlist ~ Game Night

SEVERAL MEMBERS ( x reader) ~ Rekindled | Changbin and Hyunjin ~ Want to watch my girlfriend? | Minho, Changbin, and Hyunjin ~ Don't Stop | Bangchan and Changbin ~ Kinktober Day 9 | Changbin and Felix ~ The More The Merrier | Minho and Han ~ Kinktober Day 29 | Changbin and Jeongin ~ Thick Reader | Minho and Felix ~ Cheating on You | Bangchan and Changbin ~ Angel in the Studio | Bangchan and Han ~ Deadlines Pt 2 | Changbin and Han

[fans4wga]

25 June: IATSE and studios reach tentative agreement

"With more than a month to go before IATSE‘s current contracts expires, the union and the studios have come to a tentative agreement on a new deal.

As fears of another Hot Labor Summer had Hollywood anxious, the successful negotiation news Tuesday evening comes a mere two days into the resumption of talks between the parties this week.

Touting wage gains, AI guardrails, and pension and health plans increases, IATSE leaders just sent out the news to its members of its 13 Locals in Hollywood. As you can see below, with increased penalties for extended workdays, safety concerns and crew well-being played a not insignificant role in the bargaining:

Dear Basic Agreement Sisters, Brothers, and Kin: The Basic Agreement Negotiating Committee has reached a tentative agreement with the AMPTP. Below are a few of the details about the proposed deal. A complete summary of the tentative agreement will be released in a few days, and in addition to local town hall meetings, a multi-local webinar will take place on Saturday, July 13th at noon PST to review the proposed language in the Memorandum of Agreement (MOA). To avoid undermining our fellow members in the Area Standards Agreement (ASA) Locals, who remain in negotiations with the AMPTP, we will wait to release full summaries of both tentative agreements simultaneously. Some of the proposed changes in the Basic tentative agreement include: scale rate increases of 7%, 4%, and 3.5% over the three-year term; hourly workers will receive triple time (3x hourly) wage when any workday exceeds 15 elapsed hours, all On Call classifications will now receive double time on the 7th day of the workweek, and additional increases in pay will take effect on non-dramatic productions under the Videotape Supplemental Agreement. The tentative deal includes new protections around Artificial Intelligence, including language that ensures no employee is required to provide AI prompts in any manner that would result in the displacement of any covered employee. These changes in the Basic Agreement are in addition to the tentative agreements reached in the Local Agreement negotiations. For the Motion Picture Industry Pension and Health Plans (MPIPHP), the tentative agreement includes additional payments from employers that would address the $670M funding gap, including new streaming residuals. Additionally, no participant shall incur a break in service for plan year 2023. We thank everyone who participated in the 2024 Basic Agreement negotiations process. From start to finish, your input was invaluable and ensured that our Negotiations Committee was at the bargaining table with clear goals and a consensus for how to achieve them. The ratification timeline will be forthcoming and we look forward to presenting to you the complete package. In Solidarity

The correspondence to members was signed by Tobey Bays of Local 44, Cathy Repola of Local 700, Greg Reeves of Local 728, Bob Denne of Local 729, Chuck Parker of Local 800, DeJon Ellis Jr of Local 80, Alex Tonisson of Local 600, Marcy Brooks of Local 884, Patric Abaravich of Local 871, Karen Westerfield of Local 706, Brigitta Romanov of Local 892, Adam Nestra-West of Local 705, and Scott Bernard of Local 685.

The announcement to members from the Locals leaders was followed within minutes by a joint statement from IATSE and the Carol Lombardini-led Alliance of Motion Picture & Television Producers:

The International Alliance of Theatrical Stage Employees (IATSE) and Alliance of Motion Picture and Television Producers (AMPTP) announced a tentative agreement on all issues for the Hollywood Basic Agreement and Videotape Agreement negotiations. The tentative agreement is now pending ratification by the unions’ membership. Members and signatories will have the opportunity to review the agreement in the form of a Detailed Summary 2-3 days following this announcement, as well as a Memorandum of Agreement (M.O.A.) an estimated 2 weeks following this announcement. The parties now look forward to closing negotiations for the Area Standards Agreement.

To put tonight’s deal in context, the IATSE Basic Agreement covers the around 50,000 members of the mainly L.A.-based 13 West Coast Locals. The still to be completed Area Standards Agreement is for the 23 Locals across the nation and their 20,000 members.

Working on the schedule laid out by IATSE and the AMPTP tonight, and if the landing for a new Area Standards Agreement is smooth, August could usher in a rare lack of labor anxiety for a town and an industry still reeling from the pandemic, some bad business decisions, and last year’s WGA and SAG-AFTRA strikes."

[cuips-not-cute]

Steve’s pen scratches, loud in the empty kitchen. “So that’s six, then. I think if we average around one a month that’d be pretty convincing, that’s what…? Thirty-six? Total?”

Eddie gulps. Thirty-six videos. That would mean they’re filming more days than not.

“Is it, though?” Eddie asks, brain half melted. “Started in October, right now it’s June, that’s a little less, right?”

“Ohh, yeah it is.” Steve says. “By how much, though?”

Both of them are silent. Eddie’s mind melts a little more with the effort of mental math.

“Thirty…two?”

“Sounds right to me,” Steve scratches something out on the notepad, tallying up their ideas so far. “Five on the list, one already made, we’re making good progress, I think.”

Eddie hums. So just thirty-one more times. No biggie.

He’s going to have sex with Steve thirty-one more times.

That’s like, every other day. He shifts in his seat, his earlier soreness twanging.

from chapter 4 of my fic, blinking red light. click for subby eddie and angsty, sexy videotapes❤️

[david-talks-sw]

An argument I hear from time to time is the following:

"I don't care that this novel is considered Legends, if it was canon when George Lucas was in charge of Lucasfilm, it's still canon to me now. Whatever George says is what counts, I don't care what Disney says."

Putting the Expanded Universe's Star Wars and George Lucas' Star Wars in the same basket. And that's, uh... inaccurate.

So without further ado, let's explore:

George Lucas’ involvement in the Expanded Universe

Early years of the EU...

When the first bit of EU content came out in the form of the novel Splinter of the Mind's Eye, Lucas was too busy working on the films, so Alan Dean Foster wrote it by himself (which explains why Luke and Leia's relationship plays out romantically).

After the movies came out, when new material was going to be created, George told Lucas Licensing and other authors that the Prequel era was off-limits to write about, because he might tell that story one day.

Beyond that, they could go to town and write sequels, for instance. After all, part of why Star Wars was created was to let people's imagination run wild and George was happy to let other artists play in the sandbox he created.

That said, things were very clear from the get-go.

These weren't his stories.

The Thrawn books, Dark Empire, all this material was explicitly just Tom Veitch and Timothy Zahn and whoever else's creation. Not George's, who was described by Lucas Licensing's Lucy Autrey Wilson as "not very involved".

The most he did was answers "OK/Not OK" questionnaires about what the EU writers could or couldn't write.

Telling Yoda's backstory? Not OK.

Telling Han's backstory, between the Prequel and Ep. 4? OK.

Having someone wear Vader's suit after his death? Not OK.

The Emperor returning in a clone body? OK.

So that's it. That was his involvement in the 90s.

Him saying "don't write something set during this/that period".

"OK/Not OK" questionnaires.

It's also worth mentioning he didn't approve of Mara Jade, Luke's wife in the EU. In his mind, "Jedi don't marry".

Rather, the character herself wasn't an issue... until she married Luke. When Timothy Zahn asked for Luke and Mara to be married or engaged, back in 1993, Lucasfilm initially vetoed the idea.

According to Brian Jay Jones (author of "A Life", George Lucas' biography), in 1995 George convened a 'Star Wars Summit' wherein he gathered licensees and international agents to Skywalker Ranch to reinforce "the need for him to maintain quality control, especially in the areas of publishing, where some characters—such as Luke Skywalker, who’d been given a love interest in a fiery smuggler named Mara Jade—were living lives far beyond the ones he had written for them in the original trilogy".

Sources:

During the Prequels...

George Lucas was writing and directing three movies with large themes, shot almost back-to-back, commuting between Australia and California. That's hard enough as it is.

Also, in the 90s, most movies were still shot on film. During the making of Phantom Menace, Lucas shot parts of the film by combining prototype digital Sony cameras and using them in combination with videotapes, rather than shooting on film.

For Attack of the Clones, George worked with Panavision and Sony to develop fully digital cameras, which eventually became the standard.

As if that wasn't enough, by making the Prequels, Lucas and ILM were also creating fully-digitized worlds (Coruscant, Geonosis) and characters (Jar Jar, Yoda) and laying the groundwork for the CGI technology that has now become essential for today's blockbusters.

Having established all this...

Do you really think he had the time or the patience to read through a bunch of novels and guidebooks?!

Simply put: George Lucas was too busy revolutionizing cinema to be involved in the development of the EU.

So if you ask George who Tahl or Vitiate are, or what the Stark Hyperspace War or a vapor manifold are, if you ask him to recite you the Sith Code... he'll grumble and say "heck if I know".

He outright admitted that fans know more Star Wars lore than him.

Because SOMEBODY ELSE wrote that stuff.

And he let them do it because:

It made money. A lot of money, especially after TPM came out. Money that could fund his next films. You don't mess with licensing. Hell, it's why he was so cool with there being all those Star Wars parodies.

He didn't see those stories as canon anyway, so it couldn't hurt. He saw them as a separate universe, an alternate timeline wherein the films happened ALONG with all these other tales.

So associating the EU content with Lucas is unreasonable. He was too busy, so he just let Howard Roffman, Lucy Autrey Wilson, Sue Rostoni and Lucas Licensing do their thing and crank out new stories and transmedia content for the fans.

It was a one-way relationship. The licensing parallel universe needed to have some internal consistency AND adhere to what Lucas established in the new films movies (which was difficult because they weren't involved in the production process), but he didn't need to be in line or consistent with anything they established.

Now, George did set some guidelines/boundaries and there were obviously do's and don'ts. But once those boundaries were set and the brief was established, the authors had a lot of freedom and, like, 99% of their interaction was with their editors from the respective publishing houses (Scholastic, Del Rey, Dark Horse) and the folks at Lucas Licensing.

George was only really brought in to sign off on, like, some of the major plot points only once in a blue moon. Stuff like:

"Let's make a Maul novel". George would go "fine, just keep him mysterious."

"What species should Plagueis be?" George: "he could be a Muun, here's concept art."

Nothing more than that. Again: the Expanded Universe was other storyteller's interpretation of what Lucas had created.

Sometimes, it was spot on and it aligned with George's vision.

Other times, this additional lore was created by writers who didn't know what he was doing with the Prequels, so they were in the dark regarding certain plot points.

And then you have the authors who absolutely disagreed with George's vision of the Prequels, or of Star Wars, in general, but wanted to engage with the material nonetheless.

Which is why, whilst sometimes the EU fixed some plot-holes, sometimes the EU had inconsistencies.

Inconsistencies such as Ki-Adi Mundi being a Knight on the Council, who is married and has kids (when the Jedi being prohibited from marrying is a major plot point in the Prequels)...

… or the Jedi being essentially superhuman (when one of the narrative reasons Qui-Gon is killed is to show that the Jedi are mortals, not supermen)…

... or other stuff like Mace having a blue lightsaber for a period (because who the hell knew purple was an option?!) or some Jedi having red lightsabers, or Sith Lords being able to become ghosts after death, when that's a feat you can only achieve by being selfless.

It's also why you get conflicting definitions of what the Jedi call "attachment" or conflicting narratives trying to reframe midi-chlorians as a cold, intentionally-flawed way of seeing the Force (when they're meant to be a beautiful metaphor for symbiosis and how the Force works).

And it makes sense that some of this stuff wouldn't track, considering how Lucas stated multiple times that he didn't have anything to do with it, that it was a separate universe from his own...

Safe to say that if George had any involvement in the EU, it was so minimal that he, himself, didn't count it as "involvement".

Additional sources:

Later years of the EU...

After the Prequels were over and done with, Lucas created The Clone Wars with Dave Filoni. At first, he'd just suggest a few storylines, but he quickly got VERY involved in the whole process. Far more involved than he ever was with EU content.

And y'know... Dave Filoni is a massive Star Wars fan and an avid EU reader. So, from time to time, Filoni would bring up EU material for Lucas to consider during the story conferences, and they'd look at what was out there together.

But it's important to note that George's stance toward the EU didn't change and became a rule for everyone on the writing staff: the EU content was nothing more than a pool of "fun what-if ideas" that they could draw inspiration from.

If they could, they'd try to not mess with continuity... but if the story called for it, they could retcon anything without batting an eye. Because it wasn't canon to them.

It's why author Karen Traviss quit working with Lucasfilm after the Mandalorians were retconned into pacifists in The Clone Wars.

The only things that were truly canon were:

George Lucas' own word.

The movies.

Previously established The Clone Wars lore.

And that's it.

Everything else was somebody's else's concern. Not George's.

Sources:

This way of seeing the EU continued all the way to the time shortly before George sold the company to Disney as his drafts for the Sequels featured:

no Jacen, Jaina or Anakin Solo (Han and Leia's kids from the EU),

a still-alive Chewbacca (who died, later in the EU),

no "New Jedi Order".

Every version of George's Sequels ignored the EU.

Which would explain why the EU reboot was planned in the summer of 2012 (when Lucas was in charge)!

I'll repeat: the EU reboot was planned months BEFORE George Lucas sold the company to Disney.

Because of course it was! It's a natural result of 30 years' worth of content that's so intermeshed that it would stop future artists - namely George himself - from creating anything else.

Sources:

Exceptions to the rule:

1. Comics (kinda)

He did read the comics. Or at least, he gave them a glance.

Aside from the fact that he grew up reading comics, understand that George Lucas is a visual artist, first and foremost.

That's what he's about and that's what he loves, that's what speaks to him. There's a reason his upcoming Museum of Narrative Art will feature comic panels and pages of all kind.

During pre-production on Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, Lucas had the art team draw concept art before a script had ever been written so he'd have ideas for set-pieces.

Later on, J.W. Rinzler pitched him the idea of adapting his early drafts for Star Wars into comic form. Lucas' initial reaction was going "hell no". Rinzler had concept art made…

… and George took one look and was on board.

So it's not a stretch to assume that a book telling a story through beautiful drawings would catch his attention more than a novel.

Case in point: He knew who Quinlan Vos was and was enamored with the character. He knew Aayla enough to put her in Attack of the Clones after seeing a cover of Republic by John Forster featuring her (below, left).

(although, it's worth pointing out that he doesn't call her out by name a single time, in the director's commentary of the Attack of the Clones, she's just the "Twi'Lek Jedi" and her inclusion was done mainly to add more diversity to the Jedi fighting in the arena)

Over a decade later, when the comic Star Wars #7 came out in 2015, Lucasfilm acquired artist Simone Bianchi's original 20 pages and cover art for George, so he could feature it in his the Museum of Narrative Art:

So at the very least, he looked at the comics and admired the visuals.

Whether he actually read the comics in detail or just skimmed through most of them because he liked the pretty pictures (likelier, imo) is an entirely different matter.

Sources:

2. Video-Games (kinda)

Lucas would periodically check in on the status of LucasArts games, lending creative input and advice.

Sometimes, his advice ranged from "weird" to "he's gotta be fucking with us, right?"

Apparently, he advised the team developing Star Wars: The Force Unleashed that they dub Starkiller "Darth Insanius" or "Darth Icky".

And you know what? I have no trouble believing it.

Firstly because if you're going by the idea that he gave no fucks about the EU, then of course he'll come up with "meh" names. But also, this is the same guy who created "Winkie" in 2012/2013, the character who'd go on to be named "Rey".

He also told the team creating Star Wars: 1313 that he wanted a fresh face as the main character, then only weeks before the game was announced he went "let's make it Boba Fett".

Finally... the cancelled Darth Maul game by Red Fly.

Codenamed “Damage”, then “Battle of the Sith Lords”. Think Batman: Arkham City meets Star Wars.

Red Fly pitched it as a coming of age story where we see Maul be kidnapped, tortured, eventually joining the Dark Side, and ending in TPM. Then they had interactions with LucasArts and found out Maul survived his fight with Obi-Wan.

The game went through several iterations, partly because the people at Red Fly were kept in the dark about the developments in The Clone Wars (Season 4 wasn't out yet), and even when some tidbits came out and they knew characters like Savage Oppress and Death Watch would be included, they didn't get more details.

Whatever. They do their best to make something from what they're told. Then they have a meeting with George. As this GameInformer article explains:

“A friendly George Lucas entered the room and was eager to hear the pitch from Red Fly’s creatives. “Before they could finish their spiel, Lucas cut them off, stood up, walked over to [two Sideshow Collectibles statues of Darth Maul and Darth Talon], rotated them to be facing the same direction, pushed them together, and said ‘They’re friends!’” adds the source. “He wanted these characters to be friends, and to play off of each other. […] The problem with the idea of Maul and Talon teaming up for a buddy cop-like experience was that they were separated by over 170 years […] When this vast time divide was brought up to Lucas’ attention, he brushed off the notion of it not working, and said that it could instead be a descendant of Darth Maul or a clone of him.”

So now the game is about a descendant of Maul, guided by his ancestor and fighting a redesigned Darth Krayt, etc?

The game was eventually cancelled when George sold the company.

Worth pointing out that this was circa 2010/2011... around the time that George started working on his Sequels, according to Jett Lucas. And we know that the treatment for the Sequels that Lucas presented to Bob Iger featured old man Maul and Darth Talon as the villains of the trilogy... take from that what you will.

3. The Prequel novelizations (kinda)

They were all given a copy of Lucas' screenplay.

While most of their work was with Sue Rostoni, Lucy Autrey Wilson, and Howard Roffman on the Lucasfilm team (like some of the other authors), Terry Brooks, R.A. Salvatore and Matthew Stover all spent a bit of time with George before writing their respective novels.

George told Terry Brooks to write some additional material for Anakin Skywalker because there wasn't enough of that in the movie. He was shown rushes from the set, they "opened the safe" for him. When Terry had further questions re: midi-chlorians and the history of the Sith, George goes on a 30-minute monologue about all that.

R.A. Salvatore had a 45-minute interview with him that turned into a 3-hour chat. He was able to go back to the Ranch a few times during the writing process, and one of those times George chatted with him and his wife during lunch. He was shown various cuts of the film and concept art.

Matthew Stover and George talked for a whole afternoon (I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume he was also shown the other stuff like some cuts/deleted scenes, concept art, etc etc).

Was there a line-edit of the ROTS novel from Lucas? Regarding the Revenge of the Sith novelization, some people bring up the idea that George Lucas did a line-edit on the book because Stover wrote this statement on theforce.net:

That said...

Stover, also stated that Lucas told him to write whatever he wanted as long as it was good,

he also said he didn't actually see Lucas type the edits,

an anonymous Del Rey editor stated on theforce.net that the notion that George edited the novel himself is "extremely incorrect".

There's enough "reasonable doubt" for the argument to be made that the Revenge of the Sith novelization was edited the same way as any other Star Wars novel, rather than by George himself.

The fact remains, though, that it was a novel written by someone who understood the source material, as it was explained to him in detail by George Lucas himself (a luxury many SW authors never got).

Lucas' backstory for the Sith in the TPM novel: If Pablo Hidalgo is to be believed, the backstory of the Sith, as detailed in the Phantom Menace novelization, came from Lucas.

(Obviously, I'd allow for the very likely possibility that there was some embellishment by Terry Brooks)

20 years later, however, it seems George decided to stick to the idea that there was no war between the Jedi and the Sith.

Final thought:

A lot of people will insist that George was involved in spite of all the above-posted evidence. Saying stuff like:

"But [X person] said that it was canon..."

Sometimes, they’ll link you to this whole website collecting quotes of other people saying "the EU was canon" (never George Lucas except for, like, one/two quotes where he acknowledges the existence of Sequel books which MUST mean he saw them as canon, right?) and...

On the one hand... of course they'll all vaguely say he's "involved" and tip-toe around the subject; it's technically true and, again, they're trying to make money. It's a business, folks.

On the other... yeah? Duh. Of course it was canon to Lucas Licensing and the authors who wrote for the EU. But it wasn't canon to George. And I just gave you a whole bunch of quotes directly from him and/or the same people quoted on that website, all confirming that he didn't see them as canon and he wasn't involved (or barely was).

Other times, we're straight-up approaching "burying head in the sand/lalalala I'm not listening!" levels of justifications.

Like, we just talked about the Sith's origins, right?

I remember a while ago, this Star Wars YouTuber was reviewing this quote from Lucas, in The Star Wars Archives: 1999-1995:

The YouTuber's reaction the second after reading the quote is saying:

"And of course, what George is referring to, here, is the Battle of Ruusan and the Brotherhood of Darkness using the Thought Bomb created by Lord Khan to kill the Jedi Lord Hoth and…"

My guy! You read a whole excerpt that started with "there was never a war between the Jedi and the Sith" and the words "Ruusan" or "Thought Bomb" never being mentioned once in the passage (or in the TPM novelization)... and concluded that George was referring to the Jedi/Sith Battle of Ruusan? And all that other EU stuff?

See what I mean, folks?

Now, look, I grew up with these stories (heck, I grew up with these stories in three different languages). So I get it. I know they're awesome.

And, yes, there is a difference between the kind of content we used to get and the content we're getting now (for one, lightsabers used to be lightsabers, in video-games, not baseball bats).

But if you're trying to prop up the EU, the facts show that the "George Lucas signed off on them" authority argument isn't a valid one. Because he clearly wasn't very interested or involved in it.

And why would you want to use this authority argument, anyway?

You shouldn't need to say "this came from Lucas" to like those stories. They don't need to be George Lucas Approved™ to matter and to be validated as "worthy of appreciation". They're valid on their own, they're great stories. And if you like them better than the Sequels, go to town. I know I do.

The only thing you can't do (with a straight face, at least) is hold them up as "the True Lucas-Approved Canon™ as opposed to the Disney Trash" in a rant, because you'd be wrong and/or lying. Neither had Lucas' hand in them in any meaningful way.

Finally... I was devastated when the EU was officially made non-canon, in 2014. And for a few years, I saw the new Star Wars continuity through this lens:

"Any EU content is still canon unless it's directly retconned...!"

Trust me, when I say that only pain lies that way. Because that's not how a lot of Star Wars creators, including the Flanelled One himself, see it. The way they saw/see it is:

"Unless it's been shown in a movie or TCW... it's a legend, it might have happened."

This line of thought seems to be increasingly applied to the new Disney canon too, by the way. "If it's not shown on a screen, then it's probably canon yet also up for grabs to be retconned."

And the sooner you accept that this is how it's being treated, the sooner you accept that the EU was never canon to Lucas or Filoni...

... the less painful it'll be when, I dunno, you watch The Acolyte and it's nothing like the Darth Plagueis novel or Plagueis himself is absent, or he's there, but as an Ithorian instead of a Muun.

(note how I didn't use the word "painless")

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

y/nn = your nickname for any confusion🩷

Chapter 10

It was the era of the Polaroid and the beginning of videotape. He was the director and I his star acting out fantasies. We dressed up and undressed, played and wrestled, told stories, acted out our fantasies, and invented scenes. Whether it was dressing up in my school uniform and playing at being a sweet, innocent schoolgirl, or a secretary coming home from work and relaxing in the privacy of her own bedroom, or a teacher seducing her student, we were always inventing new stories, and eventually, I learned what stimulated Matt the most.

Almost every night I made quick trips to the local drugstore to buy considerable amounts of Polaroid film. Some of the cashiers knew me, and I wondered if they suspected what we were doing.

I put on dark glasses to “disguise” myself, but ended up looking even more conspicuous as I’d sweetly request twelve packs of Polaroid film while making excuses like, “Gee, the others must have been defective. I just can’t seem to get them to come out right,” or “You’re not going to believe this, but someone stole my film.”

Making it in and out of Graceland was no easy feat, either. I’d pass Mr. Stall at the gate at odd hours of the night, smiling and waving hello, returning shortly with the same smile and the same wave. I was sure he harbored some suspicious thoughts about what I was doing.

Matt laughed when I told him. “It’s all in your mind. He’s no more thinking anything than a dog sleeping.”

“Well, what if he starts spreading rumors, like I go out at night?”

“It might create some excitement around here. This town’s dead. Boston needs a little gossip!”

Matt and I both loved creating these sexual fantasies and it seemed to bring us closer together. I had no previous sexual experience to compare with his inventive sexuality and I was ready to indulge him any way I could. Being in the fast lane, he was exposed to every pleasure available in life. Ordinary thrills sometimes were not enough, especially when he was under the influence of powerful drugs.

At first I was totally open to Matt and many of his ideas. I lived for those moments we were alone. I was careful to say little that might jeopardize my bond with him. I fulfilled his needs, and his beliefs became mine. Under no circumstances were his ideas or playfulness perverted or in any way harmful.

A few days after he came home, he led me to his long black limousine and we sped off to one of Boston’s most exclusive boutiques on Union Street for some after-hours shopping, just as we’d done in Las Vegas. While the boys milled around the shop and the store’s sales staff tried to look nonchalant, Matt got a big kick out of having me model dozens of stunning dresses and suits and coats that were so stylish I was doubtful I could wear them. I was still an insecure teenager.

“Matt,” I said, wearing a sexy gold lamé gown that clung to my every curve, “these clothes are too sophisticated for me.”

“Sophisticated?” he said, regarding me admiringly. “What’s sophisticated? You could go around wearing a feather and that would be sophisticated.”

“Well, bring me a feather then.”

We spent four hours at that shop and during that time, I had a personalized lesson in the Matt Sturniolo Fashion Course.

As I tried on dress after dress, Matt delivered a running commentary on color. He liked me in red, blue, turquoise, emerald green, and black and white—the same colors he himself wore. He liked solids only, declaring that large prints took away from my looks. “Too distracting,” he said. He hated browns and dark green, colors inextricably associated in his mind with the Army.

Exhausted and a little confused about my new look, I walked out of the shop dressed in a sleek black linen suit with four-inch highheeled shoes to match. With Matt sitting proudly beside me, the guys loaded the trunk of the limo with armfuls of packages, and I felt very special.

Back at Graceland he had me model all my new clothes again for Grandma, who patiently sat through a long two hours of changes. I was Matt’s doll, his own living doll, to fashion as he pleased.

It was the early sixties, when clothes and makeup veered to extremes. Women’s eyeliner was heavier, their hair more teased, and their skirts shorter than ever before. All the rules I’d learned about dressing and applying makeup (less is more, the simpler the better) were being broken, and men seemed to love it. Matt certainly did. If I went a little light with the mascara or black eyeliner, he’d send me back upstairs to apply it more heavily.

Matt liked long hair. When I’d cut mine without asking his permission, he was shocked.

“How could you cut your goddamn hair? You know I like long hair. Men love long hair.”

He wanted it long and jet black, dyed to match his because, as he said, “You have pretty eyes, baby. Black hair will make your eyes stand out more.” He made a lot of sense to me and soon my hair was dyed jet black, like his.

The more we were together the more I came to resemble him in every way. His tastes, his insecurities, his hang-ups—all became mine.

For instance, high collars were his trademark, not because he especially liked them, but because he felt his neck looked too long. He never felt comfortable unless he was in a customized high-collared shirt, though in a pinch he’d turn the collar up on a regular shirt as he had when he was in school.

When he told me that the collar I was wearing on a particular blouse was too small for my “long, skinny neck,” I too began wearing high-collared shirts. Why not? My sole ambition was to please him, to be rewarded with his approval and affection. When he criticized me, I fell to pieces.

The Pygmalion nature of our relationship was a mixed blessing. The most fundamental thing at this stage in our life together was that Matt was my mentor, someone who studied my every gesture, listened critically to my every utterance, and was generous, to a fault, with advice.

When I did something that wasn’t to his liking, I was corrected. It is extremely difficult to relax under such scrutiny. Little escaped him. Little except the most salient fact of allthat I was a volcano about to erupt.

There were evenings when he’d send me back upstairs to change clothes because my choice was “dull,” “unflattering,” or “not dressy enough” for him. Even the way I walked came under review; he told me to move more slowly, and for a short while, he had me walking around the house with a book on my head.

I appreciated his interest, but I hated having to hear him remind me of my shortcomings so many times, and each time having to promise him that he’d never have to tell me again.

Would I ever be able to live up to his vision of how his ideal woman should behave and appear? She had to be sensitive, loving, and extremely understanding, meeting unusual demands any average woman might reject. This included being left behind when he made spur-of-the-moment, questionable “business” trips.

She had to be pretty and she had to possess an offbeat sense of humor to survive all the joking at Graceland. Often I’d walk into Sunday afternoon football gatherings and hear inside jokes about the cute all-American cheerleaders. Eventually I found myself thinking like one of the guys. “Nice tits and ass,” I’d say to myself. “A little heavy in the thighs, but the face makes up for it.”

Matt had a strong aversion to wearing jeans. As a poor boy, he had no choice but to wear them and he never wanted to lay eyes on another pair. That applied to everyone in the group.

His firm ideas on my wardrobe didn’t make it easy for me to go out and buy clothes for myself. One day I came home proud of a dress I’d just bought and couldn’t wait to put on. I knew he didn’t like prints, but this was a blackand-white flowered silk that I thought very special.

The first words out of his mouth when he saw me were: “That dress doesn’t suit you. Does nothing for you. Takes away from your face, your eyes. All you see’s the dress.”

As he tore me apart I started to cry. “Are you quite finished?” I inquired. I didn’t give him a chance to answer, bolting for my bathroom and slamming the door.

A few minutes later I heard his voice from the other side of the door: “You gotta keep away from those large prints. You’re a small girl, Sattnin.”

I opened the bathroom door and snapped, “Okay, I’ll return the fuckin’ dress.”

Matt fell to the floor laughing; eventually I joined in, unable to stop myself. Once again I’d compromised my own taste.

He ignored no aspect of my appearance, including my teeth. He took me to his dentist, told him to clean my teeth and give me a thorough examination. He was to look for probable cavities only and should I need any fillings, they were to be made of white porcelain. To him a mouth loaded with gold or silver was an eyesore.

He was equally fanatical about posture. If I slumped, he’d straighten my back. When I’d look up at him and wrinkle my forehead, he’d smooth it out—or tap it—telling me not to get in that habit. I didn’t like him rapping me, so I learned that one fast.

When we came home from the movies one night, I was getting ready for bed and he was in his office playing the piano. I came in to listen, propping my foot on the bench where he was sitting. He looked down at a small chip in my nail polish and I immediately withdrew my foot from the bench and started making up excuses about why it wasn’t fixed. “I’m going to have my pedicure tomorrow,” I promised.

“Good,” he said, “cause that doesn’t look like my Little Girl’s. You should always keep them looking nice.”

I was leading a double life—a schoolgirl by day, a femme fatale by night. Our evening appearance downstairs usually resembled a grand entrance. Even when our only intention was to have dinner, we always dressed for the occasion. Matt might wear a three-piece suit with a brocade vest and a Stetson hat. Under his coat he always carried a gun. He’d given me a small pearl-handled derringer and I carried it in my bra or tucked it into a holster around my waist. We were a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde.

Matt loved films, and we went to the Memphian almost every night. He was still renting the whole house after regular hours since he couldn’t attend a movie without being mobbed. One of the guys always lined up several films in case Matt didn’t like one of them or decided to see as many as three or four in a row. We usually arrived around midnight, our limousine pulling around to the back of the Memphian. From there we’d proceed into the side door like a royal couple leading their court.

Already seated in the theater were the usual crowd of thirty to fifty local friends and fans. Matt always sat in the same seat—with Nate Doe to his right, me to his left.

Before calling “Roll ’em!” he looked around the theater to make sure everyone was seated. He was an acutely aware person and could immediately spot any unwanted or unfamiliar faces. If any new faces were sitting too close to him, Matt suggested they move elsewhere. He was more lenient with the girls. He might not demand they move but he certainly wanted to know who they were, and should they object to being asked for this information or smart off in any way, he would not hesitate to have one of the boys escort them out, telling them never to come back.

There were times Matt rented the entire Boston Fairgrounds after closing and we all  spent hours on our favorite rides. We tried such daredevil feats on the roller-coaster as seeing who could stand the longest with both arms outstretched as it whipped and twisted around the track again and again.

Matt loved the bumper cars and would team up with the entourage against some locals. They’d spend the night seemingly trying to kill each other, laughing and bruising themselves like tough little boys while we girls watched and cheered them on. After several hours my own enthusiasm waned.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - hope u enjoyed this chapter!!🎀

[elliot-bridgerton]

Nicola Mary Tina Coughlan,

born on 9 January 1987 in Galway, Ireland, and raised up in Oranmore.

At the age of 4, she realized her dream to be an actor after watching an videotape film of "The Wizard of Oz". Likewise, she grew up watching her older sister perform in a school play. She attended Scoil Mhuire for primary school and Calasanctius College for secondary school. She graduated with a degree in English and Classical Civilization from the National University of Ireland, Galway. She then went on to train in England at the Oxford School of Drama and Birmingham School of Acting.

At the age of 9, in 1997, Nicola Coughlan had an uncredited role in action thriller film My Brother’s War. Coughlan was able to take the day off school and was paid £30 to feed swans, though she was scared of them. In 2004, she started her career with a role in Tom Collins’ short film, The Phantom Cnut, a revenge comedy. In the following years, she did various voice works in animated series. She was suffering from depression during this period and her family helped her through the entire process.

"There wasn’t one thing that turned it around for me — I got myself out of that stage very slowly."

Due to financial difficulties, Nicola moved home to Galway, Ireland, to work part time at an optician and get back on her feet. During that time, she responded to an open casting call on Twitter for Jess and Joe Forever at The Old Vic in London, and she just so happened to land the role of Jess. The show has a special place in her heart, as it was her first real break into the acting industry.

In 2018, Coughlan began playing Clare Devlin, one of the main characters, in Derry Girls. This sitcom is set in Derry, Northern Ireland, in the 1990s. The series was broadcast in January and February 2018 on Channel 4. But it was after its rerelease onto streaming platform Netflix in December of the same year that the show gained an international audience and an instant popularity.

In the same year, she also played Hannah Dalton in Hulu’s Harlots. The period drama television series is set in 18th-century London. This year also marked her West End debut in The Donmar Warehouse’s production of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie. Evening Standard named her as “one of the Rising Stars of 2018”. Unfortunately, not everyone was a fan and Nicola was forced to call out a critic for the British Theatre Guide, Philip Fisher, due to his rude comments about her weight. In a poignant op-ed for The Guardian, where she demanded for critics to

“Judge me for my work in Derry Girls and on the stage, not on my body.”

In the following year, she made headlines again for rebutting the Daily Mirror’s comment on her 2019 British Academy Television Awards look as not the most flattering. She tweeted “I mean incorrect @DailyMirror I look smokin’, sorry bout it”. In July 2020, she auctioned off this Alex Perry dress and €5,000 raised funds went towards LauraLynn Hospice, an Irish children’s hospice which provides specialist palliative and supportive care services.

In 2019, it was announced that Coughlan had been cast in the Netflix series Bridgerton, which premiered in late December 2020. Nicola only had to audition once, and was soon given the role. In this period-drama series based on the best-selling Julia Quinn book series of the same name, Coughlan played Penelope Featherington. The girl is a reluctant debutante and youngest daughter of a nouveau-riche family in Regency-era London. Soon after its released, it was announced that over 63 million people had watched the series.

Nicola has remained an avid advocate for LGBTQ+ and Women’s Rights. Back in 2015, she went from door to door campaigning to legalize same-sex marriage in Ireland. “This was pre anyone knowing who I was, so I didn’t have a big platform to do stuff, but I did what I could,” she told The Guardian in December 2020. She also campaigns for the rights of women and LGBTQ+ communities, including with This Is Me in Ireland (which is run by her friend Noah Halpin) and The Rainbow Project in Northern Ireland. As she explained to Bustle during a December 2020 interview,

"Playing a gay character in Derry Girls and same-sex marriage being illegal until this year, I wanted to lend my voice. It’s not a cozy issue that’s easy to talk about, but I’ve got friends who have suffered because of legislation like this."

In February 2019, Nicola and, her Derry Girl’s co-star, Siobhan McSweeney women led 26 with their suitcases across London’s Westminster Bridge to demand the decriminalization of abortion in Northern Ireland. They represented the estimated number of women a week who had to travel to England to access abortion. Despite many celebrities calling for a boycott to filming in Northern Ireland, Nicola refuses. Of the matter, she said: “Just to state I would never boycott working in NI, I absolutely love working there and feel like my time is better spent supporting the women there by speaking out in interviews, protesting, etc.”

[tlouxobsessed]

Abby Anderson oneshot —>

“High spirited”

You and your girlfriend Abby Anderson, have some fun after not seeing each other for a long weekend ;)

contains - daddy kink, switch behavior, smut, sex in general, BDSM, squirting and or creaming, tit play, ass play, vagina play (obvi) , shower sex, strapping, details of sexual behaviors.

I scrammed to take off my apron tossing it to the side, I was exhausted, I had been at the bakery all day, since five am. It was now '4:43' There was cake batter under my finger nails, frosting in my hair and crushed cake bites stuck in the creases of my converse.

"yuck"

I walked out to the front area shutting the glass door flipping the "WE'RE OPEN!" sign to the "closed :(" I swept, wiped windows, cleaned counters. I was done with this place for the weekend. It was Saturday night, holy fuck. Abby comes home today, once the realization hit me; I starting putting a little pep into my step with cleaning.

I've owned the bakery for well over two years now, the first time I met Abby was early Summer of 18' she was young, I was too. We played around a little, makeouts and sleepovers. Never sex. That was until my girlfriend of six years, Ellie Williams, left me to move to California. She was an amazing artist so I tried not to blame her until two weeks later, a post with her new GIRLFRIEND. I was devastated.

Abby hopped into my dms soon after that day, she asked to go get coffee. I explained I had a bakery so we agreed to meet here. She came here which one thing led to another and we fucked in the back room. It was one of the best days of my life...after that we smoked then ate an unhealthy amount of cupcakes, she ended up spending almost everyday with me at that bakery since. Or at least that was until last month....

“Baby…I’m so sorry but I got called down for some meetings next week back in Seattle ): I love you so much and once I get back I’ll take you on an amazing date.”

I wanted to die, genuinely. What if she leaves me like Ellie did? I wanted to vomit. I felt like I was going to when I had heard the news. But she texted me all day long; checking on me, sexting; I needed her so badly when she’d do that, and she knew I did. I had a plan for when she was coming back. I bought some lingerie, I was going to surprise her in the shower once she got home.

I arrived home, cleaning up, opening up a bottle of wine and plopping down on our sofa. I pulled out my phone checking messages….

Abby<3 - at the airport waiting…so bored and i’m missin’ you princess )):

y/n - ugh my baby, maybe i could help with that?

Abby<3 - oh god y/n…. don’t do this to me right now baby

y/n - I cannot wait to taste that pretty pussy of yours

Abby<3 - baby…..

y/n - making you feel good, rubbing my fingers down your slit. Rubbing your clit until you cum all over me.

I pulled down my pants and began rubbing my clit, videotaping it.

“fuck yeah- oh my god i’m gonna cum” I rubbed faster and faster until I felt my stomach churn, I released all over my hands licking them clean while recording. I pressed send and took a long sip of the wine. Tonight was going to be great.

Abby<3 - oh my god princess, I’m going to fuck the life out of you after. i’m getting in my taxi now, im fucking soaked. you have such a hold over me.

I smirked at the phone, I had to get everything ready now. She was forty minutes away, I had made some cookies and brownies; a charcoochie board and some pasta. I was beyond excited to fuck then eat.

I settled back down on the couch, it eating me up. I heard the door twisting to be unlocked, I quickly sipped my wine running to the door to welcome my girlfriend home.

“Y/N!!!” She screamed, I jumped up wrapping my arms tightly around her neck nuzzling. I began sucking on her neck, she pushed me away…

“y/n…” I leaned in kissing her not letting her finish that sentence, I could feel her face heating up. She needed me in her.

“baby- let me go shower first okay?” I nodded. All part of my plan. I pretended to go back and sit on the couch. Once I heard the water turn on, I made my way back into the bedroom. I took off all my clothes, the cold air made my nipples harden. I slipped on our pink strap-on, all eight inches, thick and girthy. God I couldn't wait.

~ Third person ~

Y/N slowly creppted into the bathroom, the glass door too fogged up to be seen through. You smirk as you slide the door open inviting yourself in. You wrap your arms around Abby kissing her neck, you taste her pine soap on her neck, the sweetness from it makes you even wetter.

"Fuck y/n" Abby let's out a choked moan while you rub the strap in between her folds. Pushing her over so she's holding onto the bench in the shower. You spit into your hand, she's already wet enough but you needed more.

You begin stroking the strap, slowly starting to push the tip into her.

"Holy fuck- oh my god..."

You smirk at her moans, she's so sexy when she's submissive. You begin grinding, reaching a hand up to cup one of her breasts. Your finger goes over her nipple immediately hardening it. You speed up, your stroking becomes faster as do her moans. The hot water hitting your back like shards of glass, the sweat pouring down your face. It was all so hot.

"babe...I'm gonna cum"

Abby let out her thick juices which proceeds to drip down the faux cock. You smile at her pleasure knowing you made her feel this way. "Princess...why don't you let mommy shower then I'll take care of you, okay?" You hurried out making your way into the bedroom, the strap falls from your waist. Drying yourself then slipping on your, sexy black and red lingerie.

Your feet smack against the ground, plopping onto the couch waiting for your lover to return. Abby walks out from the bathroom, steam spreading throughout the house, a fluffy white towel wrapped around her waist. Her black sports bra held her figure nicely. You were soaked just at her standing there.

Abby walks over to you flinging you over her shoulder like a rag-doll, you weigh nothing to her based on her muscular physique. She tosses you onto the bed, the comfortable material warming you.

"fuck you're so sexy y/n" Abby says staring you down like a hungry wolf. She begins to pull you up, motioning for you to lift your arms. Once the shirt is off, Abby stares at you, analyzing your body.

Each and every inch of you is perfect, she never fails to make you feel beautiful. "Let me have my way with you pretty girl" Abby says flipping you over and palming your ass cheeks.

You moan out when you felt the friction between the two. She slips her two thick fingers in between your slits from behind, your ass still facing up. Laying on your stomach, she rubs your clit in circular motions.

"Fuck Ab-"

"call me daddy" Abby demands cutting you off.

"Fuck daddy- oh my god" You moan out as Abby begins slipping her fingers inside touching the spongy part of your pussy. You feel yourself building up slowly, as she fastens her pace.

"you like that you little fucking slut" the muscular girl says going faster and faster. You can't even reply, suddenly she stops flipping you over once again.

"I'm going to tie you up like the little animal you are" Abby begins to take out the faux rope you guys had purchased from a sex shop. She ties your legs and hands up. Hands behind the backboard and feet down at the bottom of the bed.

You looked up at Abby with doe eyes, her towel drops. You lick your slips staring at her soaking wet slit. She pounces on you like a wild animal, smacking her tongue onto your pussy. Unable to contain yourself, your moans get louder and louder. Her slow circles around your clit releasing a smacking sound.

"holy fuck-"

"Take it" Abby says shoving her two fingers inside, your tight walls wrap around them. You feel yourself stretching, the pain is bearable but the feeling isn't. Your stomach begins to bubble, her pace quickens inside you.

"Oh my god daddy- I'm gonna cum"

"Hold it princess" Abby says.

You try and try, as hard as you can until you release, Abby's hand quickly pushes on your lower stomach. You release all over the bed, a solid stream of liquid. Before you could relax Abby straps up, slipping on the leather harness. Once again pouncing on you, kissing on your neck and sucking on your ears.

"jesus-" Was all you could make out until she shoves her fingers in your mouth gagging you, scooping some spit to use as lube. She strokes the cock, then slowly rubbing it up and down against your hot cunt.

The tip, then the mid section went in. She went in and out ensuring not to hurt you. Once the cock was in, she began sucking on your tits, leaving small purple and red marks on them. You moan in pleasure as she gets closer to your right ear once again.

"You're so hot when you're vulnerable for mommy" The girl says looking into your eyes, leaning in for a kiss. Meanwhile her stroking was getting faster, and faster. "Abby- babe please I'm gonna-" You don't get to finish, she covers your mouth.

"Shut up slut and let me do as I please" she speeds up once again.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, she lazily rubs your clit until finally pulling out. She plops next to you, staring deeply into your eyes.

"we're gonna have to shower again babe" Chuckling you look back at her, then down. Her pussy is dripping and red. You knew what you wanted to do.

You just had to figure out when.

[zukiarise]

Kinktober Masterlist<3

Date:                 Prompt:                   Character/s

Day 1-            Humiliation             Eddie Munson

Day 2-                Spanking             Billy Hargrove

Day 3-        VideoTape                  Charlie Walker

Day 4-                Toys                      Hobie Brown

Day 5-           Hair Pulling        Steve Harrington

Day 6-                Choking                       Rooster

Day 7- Threesome   Billy Loomis w/ Stu

Day 8-     Bondage               TASM!Peter Parker

Day 9-      Daddy Kink               Rooster

Day 10-        Knife Play                     Stu Macher

Day 11-           Aftercare        Steve Harrington

Day 12-               Overstimulation          Rooster

Day 13-       Jealousy                 Steve Harington

Day 14-     Degradation              Billy Hargrove

Day 15-    Corruption Kink                Billy Loomis

Day 16-                Somnophilia       Hobie Brown

Day 17-              Praise       TASM!Peter Parker

Day 18-     Orgasm Denial            Ethan Landry

Day 19-         Cock Warming   Charlie Walker

Day 20-        Vanilla                  Steve Harington

Day 21-    Size Difference          Miguel O’Hara Day 22-        Mirror                                Rooster

Day 23-        Thigh Riding           Charlie Walker

Day 24-        Breeding            Billy Loomis

Day 25-        Pollen              TASM!Peter Parker

Day 26-        Voyeurism            Miguel O’Hara

Day 27-        Exhibitionism           Hobie Brown

Day 28-        Overstimulation     Billy Hargrove

Day 29-        Eating Out                 Rooster

Day 30-        Public Sex            Ethan Landry

Day 31- Handjob Charlie Walker

[cryptidjapan]

One day around 4:00 p.m., a person viewing the mouth of the Caco River from Mukoujima Park in Hyogo Prefecture witnessed and videotaped what appeared to be a huge blue-black creature. It was moving with its body wriggling like a snake.

Witnesses asked radio personalities to investigate. The radio personality wrote an article about the creature on a website about radio, analyzing that the creature was 6 to 10 meters long.

The cryptid was named Mussie after Mukoujima Park and Nessie.

Although Mussie's appearance and identity are not known, some blogs have posted illustrations of Mussie that resemble a spinosaurus as an illustration of Mussie's imagination.

[bubbleguppyyy]

Encapsulated in Time: Pt. 4

Bucky x fem! reader

~ I destroyed my mouth eating Captn Crunch while writing this ~

Story Synopsis: Bucky knew something was missing from his memories. Something important, something special. He had tried everything to try and recover what it was, but he never could grasp anything. However, he never expected to find those missing memories in a file and an old box of videotapes.

Her body was never found. The only trace left of her in the apartment was the crimson splatter of her blood on the curtain. 

All of her belongings had been taken, even the nails used to hang her paintings. The walls had been repainted to look brand new and the floor had been re-polished. 

Bucky had dropped the phone when Fury told him. Steve had immediately caught it and demanded Fury tell him what was going on. As he explained everything to Steve, Bucky slowly got up and made the familiar trek to the training room. 

Every step he took suddenly felt wrong, every bit of The Soldier draining from him. Suddenly, he wasn’t aware of any of his surroundings, he wouldn’t even know if someone was right in front of him. He suddenly felt like he was back in the 40s. He felt bare and alive, and he didn’t know what to do. 

The training room door slid open the moment he was in front of it. He immediately ripped his t-shirt off and grabbed a punching bag from the side of the room. Bucky watched himself in the mirror as his metal arm dragged the bag. His eyes narrowed as he walked faster to the hook. He barely got the bag hung up before he was throwing punches, knuckles immediately reddening from the rough material. 

Breath labored and a pair of knuckles cracked open, Bucky started to cry. Not because of his knuckles and not because of his arm. It was because of you. He had one job, all he had to do was kill you. He would’ve saved you from any misery Hydra would’ve put you through, but of course, he had to follow orders. There was no way you could’ve known the difference between the words. 

Bucky sobbed harder as he watched the blood from his knuckles splatter on the floor. Why did he have to be so weak when it came to you? Why did he immediately hesitate and switch out of The Soldier the moment he saw you? He should’ve told you the difference between the orders shoot and execute. Maybe then, all he would have had to do was find your gravestone, not your body. 

“Tell me, Soldat, when I give the order to execute, what does it mean?”

“It means to kill no matter what, sir.” 

“Good good, now, what does it mean when I give the order to shoot?”

“It means to just shoot, doesn’t matter where.”

“You’re getting better every day, Soldat.”

The bag flung off the hook, sand spilling out where it landed. 

Bucky gasped for air, throat constricting from the sobs racking his body. Everything hurt, his knuckles, his heart, his lungs. He couldn’t decide if he liked it better when he didn’t feel anything or when he felt everything. Nothing felt real anymore. 

Bucky slipped to his knees, his hands coming to rest in his lap. He turned a shaking hand over to look at his knuckles. They would need some ointment and bandaging but he would live. The glint of his metallic fingers caught his eye, subconsciously causing him to flex them. He watched as the metal plates shifted smoothly with his ministrations, softly smiling as he remembered something you used to do.

“Why do you always hold that hand?”

“Because it’s my favorite part about you. I mean, come on James, a metal arm is pretty radical. I know you don’t like the origin of it, but I think it’s one of the super cool things about you.”

“Whatever you say, dork.”

Bucky kneeled on the mat a little longer before he decided to get up and wrap his knuckles. He would most likely be healed by morning but Steve would kick his ass if he saw that Bucky didn’t wrap his knuckles beforehand. Grabbing his shirt on the way out, Bucky made his way to his room. 

Upon entering, he noticed that another file had been added to the top of the tape box. His curiosity threatened to send him off track but he quickly padded over to the sink to wash his hand. He needs to keep his mind on track. If he keeps getting sidetracked by the thought of you, he might just descend into madness. His routine was already destroyed. 

Slowly turning on the water, Bucky winced as it came rushing out onto the sensitive skin. He watched as the blood washed down the drain, the image of your blood splattering coming to mind. The pain in his hand subsided as Bucky started to daydream again. Different scenarios of what could’ve happened to you playing through his mind.

A knock at the door slipped Bucky out of his dreaming state. Noticing that the bleeding stopped, Bucky turned off the water and grabbed a small towel to dab over his knuckles. Another knock resounded, a voice coming right behind it. 

“Buck, open the door, I just want to check in on you.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at Steve’s overly worried voice. It reminded him of his mothers, always worrying he was overexerting himself. “I’m fine, ma, I promise,” he would say. 

“Friday, let him in and alert him I’m in the restroom and will be right out.” 

“Of course, Sergeant Barnes.” 

Bucky shook his head at the name programmed for him as he grabbed some wrap. He had tried to change it many times but Tony kept changing it back. At least it wasn’t Manchurian Candidate anymore. It only took Bucky threatening to destroy Tony’s CD collection before it was changed. Bucky huffed a laugh at that memory. 

Finishing up wrapping his hand, Bucky walked out of the bathroom to Steve pacing around the room. Bucky watched as the picture of you and him caught Steve’s eye. He went to pick it up but Bucky cleared his throat, causing Steve to whip his head around. Steve averted his eyes, knowing he had been caught. He quickly cleared his throat, covering up his reddened cheeks. 

“I just wanted to check up on you. You left quickly after Fury told you what he found. You know you can talk to me about this stuff, right? I’m always here for you, Bucky.”

Bucky just sighed and shook his head. He knew he could tell Steve anything but this was different. There was so much he still didn’t remember and so much he just wanted to keep to himself. Steve told Bucky all about Peggy back in the day but he also knew Steve kept some things to himself. He would understand if Bucky didn’t want to tell him everything 

“I know I can, Steve, but I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything as well. Once I know more, I’ll tell you what I can.” 

Steve gave him a small smile and nod, his mood lifting some. Bucky sat on the side of the bed and grabbed the new file. He patted the spot next to him, beckoning Steve to come read the information with him. Steve scurried over and plopped beside him, causing Bucky to bounce in his spot some. 

They huddled together and sat the file on each other's leg. Bucky took a deep breath, deja vu hitting him hard. Steve rubbed his shoulder, a silent encouragement. Grabbing the edge of the file, Bucky flipped it open and immediately read the first page. 

Encapsulated in Time: Classified

[sugurusbaby]

Trying to remember how tumblr works so I can cross post my fics here — this is a test post to see. Find me on ao3 under same handle

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"Having lost all sensitivity, they have given themselves over to sensuality so as to indulge in every kind of impurity, with a continual lust for more. " - Ephesians 4:19

REPENT:

Your heels click loudly on the steps of the church as you ascend them to the front doors, in an anxious effort to get to the confessional. Once inside the expansive cathedral, you could already feel at ease. The sanctuary was quiet; the myriad of pinks, oranges and purples from the setting sun shine through the stained glass windows, creating a peaceful atmosphere. You make your way to the confessional booth to the far right of the sanctuary, checking for other patrons before climbing in. You slide across the dark wood of the seat inside, smoothing out the skirt of your sundress before facing the decorative screen.

The priest of the church, Father Suguru Geto, on the other side made the sign of the cross and you mirrored the action.

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” you said through a breathy whisper.

Ah, it’s you. Back again, you filthy girl.

“It’s been two days since my last confession,” you continue on.

And already sinning again? What a busy little lamb you are..

Every other day for the past three weeks, you’ve been coming to make your confessions to this particular church. You were walking past it one day and decided you had nothing to lose.After the first time, you were so enraptured by Father Geto’s encouraging words of wisdom and the soothing lilt of his voice, you were curious and looked him up. Lord, he was gorgeous. Unfairly HOT to be a priest if we are being honest. With his long dark hair, broad shoulders, and kind eyes…and a soft smile that seemed to be hiding something…you needed to find out what it was. But that voice….

You started off tame when venting your frustrations those first few visits, genuinely interested in counsel. But instead of finding solace in the religious guidance you were receiving, you found comfort with touching yourself every night, playing Father Geto’s voice in your head over and over. Ever so vividly in your ear like your favorite hymn, using it to bring yourself to climax repeatedly. But it wasn’t enough. It did not take long for you to start testing the waters of the good Father’s will. What began as a vague description of carnal desires, quickly turned into detailed accounts of every transgression. Every time you had impure thoughts, every dick you have sucked and fucked, and how much you loved being an object of pure lust. Now as you sit back on the seat and spread your legs wide to skim your lithe fingers across your bare folds, you recall your most recent escapade.

“...and then I let him cum on my face and chest while his friend videotaped it,” you rasped, rubbing tight circles on your clit, “then I sucked his friend off too while he fucked me from behind.” Your soft pants were slowly morphing into whimpers as you pleasured yourself, relishing in the memory of being stuffed from both ends.

Father Geto on the opposite side, unbeknownst to you, had freed his aching cock from its confines the moment he recognized your voice. He began looking forward to your confessions as it allowed him momentary reprieve. Gasping as he leans his forehead against his side of the booth, stroking himself in time with the wet sounds of your cunt. He could just barely make out your features through the screen; your wet lips parting on silent moans, your wrist flexing as you finger fuck yourself, and your bare neck and shoulders peeking out of your dress.

“How did it make you feel to indulge yourself like that?” Father Geto asked in a low voice.

You propped one of your legs up on the seat and slid your fingers along your slit before dipping into your wetness, “that’s just it, Father. It makes me feel so good . I know I should feel shame but I don’t…I love being watched, I love being used. Something about being the thing that makes a man fall apart is empowering..I can’t get enough. What would that sin be?”

Geto rolls his eyes back and bites his bottom lip hard to stifle a groan. Of course you loved being a whore. You were like a succubus sent to test his faith and you were rapidly diminishing his resolve. The precum that has gathered at his tip helps create a wet slide of his hand along his length, quickly bringing himself to the edge.

“You didn’t come here to be saved,” Geto whispers harshly through the screen, “you came to indulge yourself and tempt me in the process.”

A mischievous smirk spread across your face because he was right. What is the point of righteousness when wickedness makes you feel alive?

“And what if that is the case, Father ?” You respond in a seductive voice, “are you going to make me repent for my sins? How many hail Marys are you gonna give me, huh?” The taunt sent a shiver down Geto’s spine, eliciting a groan he didn’t even bother to hide “What a filthy, filthy girl,” he mumbles as he jerks himself faster, “how dare you seduce a man of the cloth?

Just then Geto releases himself and exits the confessional booth, rounding it to come swing open your side. You sat startled with your hand still on your cunt and your other massaging your breast. You looked up at him with doe eyes, biting your lip as you eyed him below the belt. Geto never bothered to tuck himself away, so his hard, throbbing cock hung from the waistband of his boxer briefs. Looking not quite how you expected, he stood there with his long sleeve black shirt and pants, rosary hanging around his neck, with that white collar taunting you. His hair was pulled into a low bun, save for his bangs hanging in his eye. Holding out his hand for you to take which you do, he pulls you out of the booth and walks you towards the altar. A wide surface covered in lit candles, an open Bible and a few other holy relics. You look up to see the large statue of Jesus on the cross right in your line of sight, casting judgment down on you.

“Kneel,” he commands. You obey immediately, the position familiar.

Geto stands in front of you and gently tilts your chin up to meet his gaze while you see him pushing his pants and boxers down further, “I’m going to make sure you repent for your sins, but first we’re going to commit so many more you’ll have to ask for forgiveness for.”

You shudder as you reach forward to grab him at the base of his cock and stroke him slowly. Licking your palm you jerk him a few times before sticking your tongue out as far as it will go, mouth wide to take him in. Engulfed in the warm wetness of your mouth, Geto threw his head back with a hiss and a groan. He held you at the base of your skull and shallow thrusted into your throat. You braced one hand on his leg for balance and looked up at him with those same wide eyes. You were like a wolf in sheep’s clothing; masquerading as one who got separated from the flock, then revealing your true form once the shepard was close enough. Devouring him like prey.

“What a little whore fitting the whole thing in your mouth like that,” Geto groaned in appreciation, “this is how you act when God is watching?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes back. You moaned around his length attempting to answer him. Geto holds onto the sides of your head with both hands and slams his cock forcefully into your windpipe, cutting off your air supply. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes and yet you were smiling. From this angle he was ethereal; beautiful enough to convert even the worst of sinners. His brown eyes were blown wide with lust, staring down at you as if the road to salvation was in the tight heat of your throat.You hollow your cheeks and run your tongue along the pulsing vein, groaning in pleasure with every breath you could manage.

“You’re a filthy, unholy woman, you know that?” Geto grits out. Replacing his cock with his thumb to press down hard on your tongue, he leans over you and spits lewdly into your mouth before shoving his full length back in with no warning. Spit was dribbling along your bottom lip, falling in strings onto your breasts. The sight was too much and after a few more harsh thrusts, he held your face down, nose pressed against his pubic bone as he came hard down your throat. You were forced to swallow it as he was still twitching inside of your mouth.

With a fistful of your hair Geto pulls you off of him, panting as he regains his composure. You were still on your knees, smacking your lips and cleaning the spit from your chin, “oh Father, you taste absolutely heavenly .”

He hums appreciatively as he helps you stand. Maneuvering you to stand in front of the altar, he moves behind you and places your hands on either side of the Bible. “Forgive me Lord for the sins I am about to commit in your holy house,” Geto says as he places a hand in the middle of your back, prompting you to lean forward. Getting down on his knees behind you he flips your dress up and over your ass, exposing you to him. He lets out a low growl as he uses his thumbs to spread your folds open to admire your wet entrance and throbbing clit. “And you shall eat and be full, and you shall bless the Lord your God for the good land he has given you,” Geto murmurs.

With that he places two chaste kisses to each of your ass cheeks before licking a wide strip from your clit all the way to your back entrance. You moaned unabashedly, your voice echoing throughout the sanctuary. Geto sucks lightly on your clit, groaning at your taste as he slips a finger into your waiting cunt. Finger fucking you in time with the swirls of his tongue around your clit, you were clutching the white tablecloth for dear life.

“Holy fuck, Father, it’s so good please don’t stop,” you cry out, panting like a dog in heat. With his bangs slick with sweat against his forehead and your juices on his chin, he leans back to speak to you, “see that Bible there? Flip to the book of Matthew, chapter 26.” He buries his face one again, tongue fucking your hole as he heard you flipping page after page.

“Found it,” you say breathlessly.

“Find me verse 41 and read it out loud.”

Your eyes flutter for a brief moment before refocusing on the page in front of you. Finding the passage you whimper, “Oh fuck - “Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.’ ”

Just then Geto thrusts his fingers back inside of you, curling into your spot making your knees buckle. He roams his hot tongue along every crevice and every fold, before focusing on the rim of your ass. “I prayed that I would be able to resist you, that I would honor my vows,” he says between sucking your clit, “but as the good word says the flesh is weak.” He firmly grips onto the back of your thighs and flicks his tongue over your back entrance over and over and over. Your breathing became rapid and shallow, “Holy shit….Father I’m going to cum.” You spread your legs wider, pushing your hips back against his face. Keeping up the same tempo and pressure but adding his fingers back into your wet entrance, he coaxed you to climax with ease. When you released, you rejoiced to the heavens, thanking whatever deity bestowed pleasure unto humankind. Geto drank you down, moaning against you, taking pleasure in the way your hole twitches violently around his fingers.

When he pulled back, you collapsed to the floor taking slow deep breaths.Geto reaches up and grabs the Bible and something else from the altar that you did not see. With no preamble he grabs you by the waist, pushing your chest to the red carpet, then plops the Bible back in front of you.

“Find me first Corinthians, chapter six,” he commands from his position behind you. While you searched, Geto found your clit again with two deft fingers, and rubbed slowly on the sensitive bud. You let out a stuttering mewl as you rushed to find the verse. When you found it you made it known by slamming your hand on the page. “What an obedient lamb,” he praised, “now read me verse 12.” As you found the passage, Geto took that moment to guide his cock, now hard again, to your waiting hole. He began teasing the entrance with the thick head, making you gasp when it caught on your clit, before plunging into your heat, slotting his pelvis against your ass.

“ ‘The body is not meant for sexual immorality, but for the Lord, and the Lord for the body’ ,” you manage to squeak out.

With a tight grip on your hips and your hair, Geto starts pounding into you mercilessly. The slapping sound resounded through the sanctuary, putting all choir hymns to shame. “You understand what you just read, hm?” he says through clenched teeth against the shell of your ear, “you don’t treat your body with grace so why should I? I’m going to defile you before the eyes of God.” Without a break in his strokes, he releases your hair to wrap both hands around your neck. Sliding along to grip onto your shoulders as leverage as he rolls his hips hard into you. The bite in his tone and the rough way he was fucking into you had you cock-drunk. The shame that you should be feeling was nothing but pure desire.

He reaches up to the altar and grabs one of the candle holders closest to him. He slow stroked as he removed the candle from the holder, tossing it aside. He pressed a palm into the arch in your back and hovered the lit candle over your back dimples. The next sensation you felt was hot wax dripping along the top of your ass and along your lower back. You hissed at first followed by a soft keen that had Geto smiling devilishly. He watched it cool against your skin as he continued his onslaught to your sopping wet cunt. Pouring hot wax along your entire back, watching you writhe underneath him. He blew out the flame and tossed the candle aside, trailing his fingers through the cooling wax on your spine.

Geto leans over and grabs the other item he pulled from the altar. You could hear something being screwed open. Without losing his rhythm, he drizzles some holy oil on your forbidden back entrance. It feels cool against your hot, sweaty skin. He spreads your cheeks apart and groans at your hole puckering, enticing him, calling to him. He takes his thumb and lightly runs it through the oil sliding down to gather at the base of his cock, and draws a small cross across your ass hole before plunging it deep past the tight ring. You both moan in pleasure at the intrusion; you because of the foreign feeling, Geto because your hole has a vice grip on his digit. He fucked into you in tandem with his thumb plunging as deep as it could go, loosening the muscle there. Sliding his free hand back up your spine, he rests it on the back of your neck, holding onto your tightly.

Geto watched mesmerized at how the flesh of your ass rippled every time he plowed into you. The way the curve of your cheeks smacked against his thighs made a wet sound that was music to your ears. Suddenly he stops and pulls out, making you whine, and flips you over onto your back. You stared up at him with glazed eyes, your tears have returned but not fallen. He throws both of your legs over his shoulders, holding you by your thighs pressed against his chest. He reaches down with one hand to prod at your ass hole once more, “will you let me take you here?”

You nod eagerly, “oh my fucking God yes please.”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” he reprimands, as he guides himself between your cheeks, “relax and breathe for me.” This wasn’t your first rodeo but you obeyed nonetheless. When Geto started thrusting forward and breaching you, you gasped loudly, gripping on the carpet below you. Halfway in and this holy man was already falling apart. This was not like pussy at all. It felt as if he was enveloping his cock in a hot weighted blanket. When you twitched he groaned loudly, jerking a bit, forcing himself in deeper. You moaned in response, loving the stretch, “fuck my ass, Father. Defile me like you said you would.” You were goading him but he took the bait. With a heavy stroke he bottomed out, twitching inside of you. He pinned your knees to his temples as he looked down at your empty cunt. He dribbled spit directly onto your clit, watching it mix with your most recent release.

“Play with yourself while I fuck this ass,” he uttered.

You bit your lip as you used one hand to grab your breast and the other to rub on your clit. You were still so sensitive and turned on that every pass of your fingers had you clenching. Geto closed his eyes slowly before holding onto your thighs once more and pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. The force of it sent a jolt of pleasure mixed with pain up your spine. The moan you released was guttural; like a sound that should not have come out of someone like you. In the next moment you were being fucked into the carpet repeatedly; Geto was strategically folding you in half, lifting your bottom half off of the floor. You were certain you would have carpet burn on your back but you didn’t give a fuck.

“Lord Jesus, I ask your forgiveness for every act of sexual sin,” Geto starts praying, “you promised that if we confess our sins, you are faithful and just to forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness I ask you to cleanse me of my sexual sins now; cleanse my body, my soul, and my spirit, cleanse my heart and mind and will, cleanse my sexuality.” He fucked into you harder, using his fingers to join yours at your clit. You both headed to the edge, praying for release. Feeling bold, you pushed Geto backwards so you could move to sit on top of him. The new position has you impaled on him; seated with him deep inside, adding more pleasure. You throw your head back to rest on your shoulders, spread your legs wide to give him the perfect view of your cunt.

Geto grips onto your waist as you lean back on both hands and begin bouncing hard on his cock. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, the tears that threatened to fall, cascaded down your face as the sheen of sweat coats your skin. Fuck salvation. Fuck deliverance. “Gonna cum again for you, Father,” you whine. You reach your hand back to your clit and massage furiously, moaning like a greedy whore. Geto watched in awe, returning your cries of satisfaction with his own, praising you.

“Oh fuck yes, cum all over me. Cum for me so I can offer you penance,” he groans out, “we’ll seek forgiveness together….shit, I need to cum too.”

You slam your hips down harder and faster, chasing your release once more. With a blood-curdling cry, you came. All of your limbs trembled, your pussy contracted around nothing, dripping down onto Geto’s cock that was battering your insides adding extra lubrication. It was a full bodied orgasm; making you lightheaded and weightless. The twitching of your ass around his cock sent him over the edge not too long after you. With a long groan he fucked his seed deep into your ass. You could feel his pulsing length spasming against your walls. You both were a sweating, filthy mess as you both come to the realization of what just took place.

“Thank you for forgiving me and cleansing me. I receive your forgiveness and cleansing,” Geto breathes out, “I renounce every claim I have given Satan to my life or sexuality through my sexual sins. Those claims are now broken by the cross and blood of Jesus Christ…Amen.”