#for people who were looking for more of a hat under waters apologies. gay cats be upon ye

[randomeggart]

Shoutout to my cat who purred next to me for the entirety of me drawing this. True immersion

[reg-blackx]

Is that REGULUS BLACK we can see entering the Ministry of Magic? Our records tell us that they were born on 19 OCTOBER and are an EIGHTEEN year old, PUREBLOOD who currently works as UNEMPLOYED. Some have said that they can be described as being CALCULATING, POLITE & SCRUPULUS, however, they also see themselves as being ZEALOUS, NAIVE & JEALOUS. Apparently, HE looks a lot like THOMAS DOHERTY, whoever that is, and if they had to pick a side in the war, they would choose to join THE DEATH EATERS.

hi hello, i am notoriously awkward in these but i’m asbury! 26, she/they pronouns (either works, i’m not picky) and est! this is a bit long and i definitely did go overboard but please enjoy this absolutely dumpster fire of a kid! i apologize in advance if he’s an asshole to and/or tries to stab your character.

basics.

001. full name. regulus arcturus black

002. name meaning.           regulus ( latin ): the brightest star in the leo constellation and one of the brightest stars in the galaxy; prince, little king.           arcturus ( greek ): the brightest star in the boötes constellation and the fourth brightest star in the night sky; guardian of the bear.

003. nicknames. his family has been known to call him reg or reggie but he hates nicknames of any sort. calling him a nickname is a surefire way to end up with a knife to the gut or a wand to the throat.

004. gender + pronouns. cismale; he/him.

005. age. eighteen, born october 19, 1961.

006. blood status. pureblood.

007. sexual orientation. homosexual ( closeted )

personality.

001. zodiac. libra.

002. mbti. intj-a

003. enneagram. type six, the skeptic.

004. moral alignment. chaotic neutral.

005. temperament: melancholic. 

006. archetype. the wild card.

007. element. water. 

008. personality traits.           positive. polite, scrupulous, calculating, insightful.           neutral: shrewd, old-fashioned, unpredictable, ambitious.           negative: zealous, haughty, naïve, jealous.

affiliation.

001. parents.           walburga black           orion black

002. siblings.           sirius black ( estranged )

003. extended family.            bellatrix lestrange, andromeda tonks, narcissa black ( cousins )           alphard black ( uncle )           various members of the house of black

004. relationship status. single.

005. allegiance. death eaters.

006. pets. a black turkish angora cat named midnight.

magical stats.

001. wand.            silver lime wood.           10 and ¾ inches.           dragon heartstring.           unyielding. 

002. boggart. sirius dying by his hand.

003. patronus. non-corporeal.

004. amortentia. the pages of an old book, kerosene, black tea and honey, and the smell after a thunderstorm.

character tropes. 

001. hidden heart of gold.

002. break the haughty.

003. affably evil. 

004. wake up call. 

005. while rome burns.

006. wouldn’t hit a girl.

007. motive decay.

008. beware the polite ones.

009. green-eyed monster.

key information.

001. he’s hardly had a conversation with his brother in years and often forgets how easy it is for them to get under each others skin.

002. he cares nothing for his cat, midnight. she was a gift from his uncle alphard for his birthday to teach him responsibility as the future heir but he overheard alphard tell walburga that he was too detached from emotion and needed something to care for. 

003. he was almost a hat stall, with the sorting hat taking four minutes and thirty-seven seconds to sort him. anytime he thought about being separated from sirius, he panicked but anytime the sorting hat tried to put him in a house that wasn’t slytherin, he panicked more out of fear for what his mother may say or do. in the end, he chose slytherin to make her proud. 

004. he tried to befriend the marauders for the first few years, but eventually grew to seeing them as the people who stole his brother. out of the entire group, he hates james the most. 

005. he refuses to hurt sirius, but he has no qualms about hurting the people close to sirius to cause him pain that way.

006. he plays violin and piano and often writes his own music.

007. he joined the death eaters after sirius ran away, because he figured this was the best he had to a family who wouldn’t abandon him.

008. oftentimes, he’ll cause strife just for the hell of it and can’t always pull himself away from the edge, though he does consider himself more sane than some of his fellow death eaters. 

009. he’s never been kissed and hasn’t come to terms with being gay yet.

010. hospitals freak him out though he’ll never admit to it, because having fear is a weakness.

wanted connections.

001. death eaters. whether its competition within the ranks, being sent out on missions together, friends within the organization. 

002. people he’s threatened. he doesn’t go out of his way to really bother people unless they’ve wronged him or pressed too far into his personal business but he carries a knife on him and is a little trigger happy, so people he’ll have pulled a knife on.

003. an arranged fiancée. he’s very, very gay, but knows his duty as the heir and only legitimate son of the black family tree. he knows that sooner or later, he’ll end up getting married and be expected to have kids to perpetuate the bloodline, but it’s not what he wants. he just knows better than to say anything and is surprised he made it out of hogwarts without being engaged. 

004. more to come !

[artificialqueens]

Art & Anatomy 3.5 (Trixya) - Pinky

 AN: For the Shrooms to my Pink! I hope you like this QweenKimChi/Rose/Shrooms/Squeaky 😊  This takes place between parts 3 & 4 - a little summer interlude. I apologize in advance for the concerning lack of pee scenes, this was a gift for Squeaks and we all know I’m the pee qween. ~ Pinky 🎀

LAST DAY OF SOPHOMORE YEAR

Katya turns in her last final exam and practically skips back to her dorm room. She and Trixie had decided to spend the summer together taking a road trip down the East Coast. Trixie in barely any clothes all summer? Sign Katya the fuck up.

She enters the room to find Trixie almost naked. She’s not surprised. Trixie is only wearing a pair of see-through, pink lace panties. She is facing sideways as she’s packing on her bed. Her voluptuous chest is on display for Katya to see. Katya admires the soft curves of Trixie’s tummy and hips. Although she’s lived with Trixie and been her girlfriend for months, she’s never quite gotten used to the fact that someone could be this gorgeous.

Trixie turns to her and giggles. “You gonna come in or just stare at me?”

“Uh, I can do both.”

“Wow. You’re really talented,” Trixie laughs.

Living with someone this attractive just isn’t fair.

“I hope you pack all of your clothes and have nothing left to wear.”

Trixie raises an eyebrow. “I can’t tell if you’re joking. Just for that, I hope you forget Catya.”

Katya gasps dramatically. She rushes over to her bed and hugs Catya to her chest.

“How dare you, Trixie Mattel?! That’s a new low!” Katya holds Catya out in front of her. “Don’t worry, I’d never forget you.” She kisses her nose.

Trixie rolls her eyes. “Oh, Katya, I had a great idea!”

Katya holds up Catya’s ears. “We’re all ears.”

Trixie gives Katya a look. “I literally have no idea why I’m even dating you. Anyway, I think we should do coordinated outfits on our trip! Like, the ultimate girlfriend goals! Sundresses one day, rompers the next, you know, coordinate!”

“Gay,” Katya deadpans and then adds, “so it’s perfect! I also think we should wear our birthday suits some days. Just because I love when you wear that.”

“We are not driving naked, Katya. God, I’ve turned you into a nudist!”

“Ok, so I’ll wear clothes and you be nude. Compromise.”

Trixie throws a pillow at Katya. “Are you all packed? I want to get out of here while it’s still light!”

There’s a knock on the door and then a voice calls: “Save the sex for the road trip! I wanna say goodbye!”

“One sec, Sharon!” Trixie calls back. She throws on a pink sundress with white polka dots. No bra - a fact Katya is acutely aware of.

Katya and Trixie take the time to say goodbye to their hallmates. They pack up Katya’s car and are off to Katya’s house before their road trip. Katya’s mom, Pat, wanted to make sure the car was inspected before they took off down the coast.

“Bye, devil room! See ya in the fall!” Katya calls to the 666 plaque as Trixie closes the door.

Katya is ready for a summer full of nothing but the open road, sparkling waters, and the most beautiful girl in the world, Trixie Mattel.

—————————————-

ON THE ROAD

Pat sends Trixie and Katya off with hugs and kisses, money, and a box full of cookies. Katya drives while Trixie munches in the passenger seat. They’ve begun their summer of ‘coordinated couples couture’ in floral sundresses. Trixie’s is light pink with pink flowers whereas Katya’s is dark blue with white flowers. Both dresses are problematically low cut, but Katya paid enough for hers that she likes to have them on display.

The previous night, they had made a playlist together for their trip. Trixie had incorporated Dragonette and Blondie while Katya added Erykah Badu and Alla Pugacheva. They both agreed on Lady Gaga, though. What kind of monster hates Lady Gaga?

They drive along for a few hours, happily singing to their playlist.

“Can we stop? I’m hungry,” Trixie asks.

“You’ve eaten like ten cookies.”

“So?! Those were snacks. I want real food, Katya. I need to maintain this girlish figure,” Trixie runs her hands down the side of her body, accentuating her curves. “I looked on Google Maps and there are some seaside restaurants in the next town. It’s like 15 minutes away. Please.”

“Ugh, fine. But as long as we can walk along the beach, too.”

Trixie leans over and kisses her on the cheek. “Thank you, baby.”

Katya smiles sheepishly. She really would do anything to make Trixie happy, and Trixie knows it.

Fifteen minutes later, like Google Maps predicted, Katya and Trixie arrive in a small town along the coast. They find an American style restaurant with tables on the sand overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

Trixie puts on her floppy sun hat and oversized sunglasses while Katya wears cat sunglasses. They slip off their shoes and walk in the sand to the restaurant.

They place their orders then go to sit at a picnic table.

“Ooh, Katya! It says they’re known for their ice cream. We should save room for dessert!”

“If you wanted to lick something white and sweet all you had to do was ask…”

Trixie flicks Katya on the arm. “You’re disgusting.”

Katya flashes Trixie a blindingly white smile. “You love it, though.”

“I tolerate it.”

The waiter comes and delivers their food. They eat burgers and fries while chatting about places they want to see this summer.

“Please, Katya. You know I want this so, so badly. I’ve never wanted anything more! Think of the even tan! No tan lines! It’ll be so freeing! Please! For me?” Trixie begs.

Katya rolls her eyes. “I really don’t want to go to nude beaches, Trixie.”

“You don’t even have to be fully naked if you don’t want to! I mean, I’d like it if you were, but, like, no pressure.”

“People are just going to be staring at you! I don’t think you realize the effect you have on people!”

Trixie smiles gently at Katya. “That’s really sweet, baby, but I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I love my body and I’m comfortable in it. Plus, I like making you blush.” Trixie adds a wink at the end, successfully making Katya blush.

“I hate it when you do that,” Katya mumbles, looking down at her plate.

“Aw, cheer up, baby! You get to see me naked every single day!”

That actually did cheer Katya up. She smiles at how lucky she is. Not only is Trixie gorgeous, but she is also Katya’s best friend. She just understands Katya like no one else does.

“Wanna go for a walk along the beach before we get ice cream? I really can’t eat another bite. Plus, I kind of want to kiss you with the waves at our ankles and the wind blowing our hair,” Katya suggests.

“For someone who spends a lot of time talking to a stuffed cat and jerking off to questionable Russian music, you really are so romantic.”

“It’s not questionable! You just don’t understand it!”

“Whatever. Let’s go, Romeo.”

Katya takes Trixie’s hand. “That’s Juliet to you, thank you.”

Trixie snorts but takes Katya’s hand anyway. They do just as Katya wanted - kiss in the surf with the wind blowing at their hair. Trixie’s hat blows off and Katya chases it down the shore. Trixie giggles as Katya returns, slightly out of breath, holding her hat up like a trophy.

They walk along the beach for awhile, enjoying having nothing to do and nowhere to be. They decide they need to keep driving and find a hotel for the night, but Katya had promised Trixie they’d get ice cream first.

Trixie gets a large vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles in a cone. Katya steals a few licks from her cone. They walk back to the car as they eat.

The large ice cream is no match for the hot summer sun, and soon Trixie and Katya are ferociously trying to stop the ice cream from dripping over Trixie’s hand. Unfortunately, they’re not fast enough, and a large drop drips down onto Trixie: the white ice cream drop rolls slowly down Trixie’s chest. Fuck.

“Wanna get that for me, baby? My hands are a little full,” Trixie asks innocently.

“Yeah, sure. Let me get a napkin-”

“No. Use your tongue.”

Katya freezes and blushes. She looks around anxiously only to find that they are mostly alone. There are a few black silhouettes in the distance, but no one seems to be paying them any attention. Katya quickly leans down and licks the ice cream off of Trixie.

Another drop falls.

“Oops.”

Katya smirks. “You’re doing this on purpose!”

“Am not! But I’m not complaining,” Trixie shrugs. “C’mon. The car is parked under trees. If you’re gonna lick my tits, you might as well do it right.”

Katya tugs at her short sundress. She’s always down to do anything involving Trixie’s perfect breasts. But in public? Her cock twitches at the thought.

Before they step into the car, Trixie casually causes a few more drops of ice cream to fall onto her breasts. “Whoops,” she says with a grin. She tosses the rest of the cone into the garbage. As Trixie gets into the back seat, she unzips the top of her dress.

Katya climbs in from the other side. She glances out the window to check for passersby.

“My tits are literally out and you’re busy gazing out the window,” Trixie says snippily.

Fuck. Trixie sounds angry. “I-I was just trying to make sure no one was coming-”

“No one will be cuming if you keep ignoring me, Katya.”

Katya gulps. “S-sorry.”

Then she leans down and licks ice cream from Trixie’s perfect breast. As if Katya didn’t love Trixie’s breasts enough, adding ice cream made a sweet experience even sweeter. She swirls her tongue around Trixie’s pink nipple. She can feel both Trixie’s nipple (and her own cock) harden as she nibbles her girlfriend gently. She then moves her attention to Trixie’s other breast.

Trixie leans back and rests her head against the window. She lets out a moan. Katya can feel herself getting harder under her sundress. She licks the remaining ice cream off of Trixie’s breasts, enjoying the sweet stickiness. The ice cream imagery is too much for Katya - she can’t stop thinking about cumming all over Trixie’s chest. The thought makes her fully hard.

Soft sighs and moans continue to escape Trixie’s lips. Trixie lifts up her short sundress and Katya keeps sucking on Trixie’s nipple while moving her hand in between Trixie’s thighs. She can feel how wet Trixie is over her pink panties. Katya moves Trixie’s underwear to the side and circles her clit with her forefinger. Katya’s other hand rolls Trixie’s nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Trixie’s eyes are closed and her breathing is getting heavier. Katya knows Trixie wants more. When Katya slides a finger between Trixie’s wet folds, Trixie lets out a whimper. The noise makes Katya’s cock strain in her tight panties. She involuntarily ruts against the seat of the car, desperate for some friction.

Just as Katya easily slides another finger into Trixie, Trixie’s hand tangles in Katya’s hair, pulling her closer. Katya lays kisses down Trixie’s breast. She continues to kiss along Trixie’s soft tummy, moving down to her wetness.

Katya swirls her tongue around Trixie’s clit, eliciting loud moans from her girlfriend. Katya can taste her girlfriend’s desperation. As Trixie gets closer to climaxing, Katya also chases her own orgasm. She can’t help but notice the precum leaking onto her panties.

Between the way Katya teases her and cocks her fingers inside her, Trixie’s thighs can’t help but tremble with pleasure.

The noises Trixie makes cause Katya to rut harder and harder into the seat as she removes her fingers and eats out her girlfriend. Trixie is so wet she’s practically leaking. Katya takes in the salty taste, loving every drop.

Trixie cums with a loud groan. As Trixie’s orgasm washes over her, Katya reaches down to rub herself through her briefs. She doesn’t want Trixie to know that she needs to cum so badly she’s just doing it herself. When she cums, she’s much quieter than Trixie.

After the initial relief washes over Katya, she feels shame. Trixie hates when she cums early. Usually it involves punishment. Maybe Trixie won’t notice?

When Trixie finally opens her eyes, Katya snuggles up to her. She kisses her sensitive nipple then gently kisses her cheek.

“I love you, baby,” Trixie says sweetly. Katya smiles in return.

Trixie looks down as Katya cuddles into her. “You’re such a good girlfriend,” Trixie adds. She’s always very loving when Katya does a good job. “Can I return the favor?”

She reaches down towards Katya’s panties. As she lifts Katya’s sundress, Katya grabs her wrist. “No, don’t, I-”

But then Trixie feels the wet spot on Katya’s panties. Trixie’s eyes go wide and then she smirks. “Seriously?”

“I… I…” Katya starts but doesn’t even know what to say. Her face is a bright red. She looks away from Trixie.

Trixie removes her hand. She kisses the top of Katya’s blonde head. “It’s okay, baby. Next time.”

“You just make these noises! And they’re just - just so sexy. I- I can’t help it!” Katya tries to defend.

This time, Trixie puts her pointer finger under Katya’s chin and tilts her face. She kisses her girlfriend on the lips. “I love you,” she says again. Katya is still flushed red. She hates cuming early. She feels like she disappoints Trixie when she does, but she really can’t help it.

“Why don’t I drive a little? You relax,” Trixie suggests. “Pick a song.”

Katya nods. She helps Trixie get dressed and they move into the front of the car. On the road again.

———————————–

NUDE BEACH

They spend the night in a cheap motel. In the morning, they decide tight denim shorts with tank tops is the way to go. Trixie, unsurprisingly, chooses a pink tank top while Katya wears a questionable lime green. They have their bikinis on under their clothes just in case they find a beach to stop at. Trixie has a floral pink pattern and Katya has a sparkly teal suit. They feel like a princess and a mermaid, respectively.

Trixie drives for the first few hours. They get sandwiches and drinks at a local shop to have a picnic on the beach. Trixie finds a secluded spot and they settle on the sand with their picnic basket.

They lounge for about an hour after eating, just enjoying the warm sun and each other’s presence.

“Ya know… we’ve been here for like an hour and a half and haven’t seen a soul,” Trixie observes.

“Yeah! It’s nice! Like our own personal beach,” Katya agrees. She and Trixie are holding hands as they sun themselves. Katya is sure this was what heaven feels like.

Trixie then lets go of her hand and undoes her bikini top. It slides off of her chest and onto the sand next to her. Katya retracts her previous sentiment - this is what heaven feels like.

Katya can see Trixie smirking. Trixie flips on her stomach and pulls off her bottoms.

“Uh, Trix. You’re, uh, nude,” Katya stumbles.

“Really? I didn’t notice. Thanks for the insight, Katya,” Trixie sasses back. After a few seconds she adds “I’m not even looking at you, but I’m 99% sure you’re staring at my ass.”

“It’s just such a perfect ass.”

“Fair.”

They sun themselves for another fifteen minutes before Trixie speaks again. “We should go swimming!” Trixie sits up. “Naked.”

“You are naked…”

“Yes, we established this, Katya. But you’re still wearing clothes. Can I help you with that top of yours?”

Katya swallows. She wants to become as comfortable with her body as Trixie is with hers, but she’s just not there yet. Baby steps though, right?

“Uh, sure.”

Katya stares at her red toenails in the sand. She feels Trixie come up behind her and waits for Trixie’s soft hands to untie her suit, but Trixie doesn’t. Trixie tilts Katya’s chin up to make eye contact with her.

“Katya. We’ve both talked about you embracing nudity more. This is the perfect opportunity! No one is around - this is our private slice of beach. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, though. I just think you’ll like it,” Trixie says gently. Katya had told Trixie how stuff like this was huge for her, and she appreciates how soft Trixie is acting. While Trixie can be demanding at times, she is also Katya’s biggest supporter.

“You can untie it,” Katya says more confidently than she feels.

Trixie presses a kiss to her cheek. “I’m so proud of you, baby!”

Katya smiles at Trixie’s praise. Although she likes to make Trixie proud, she is also proud of herself for stepping so far outside of her comfort zone.

Katya’s bikini top falls next to Trixie’s. Katya stands up and grabs Trixie’s hand. “Let’s go!”

She tries dragging Trixie, but Trixie isn’t budging.

“Uh, Katya?”

“Yeah?”

“Bottoms.”

Katya freezes. She looks at Trixie and raises her eyebrow. “Uh, no. I don’t think so.”

“But why not?!” Trixie whines. “We’re literally naked together all the time. I love your body just as much as you love mine! We’re completely alone, Katya. C’mon! It’ll be so freeing.”

Katya glances around. It’s true - they are completely alone. She hasn’t seen another human for around two hours. They can’t even see the road from their spot on the beach.

Before Katya can say anything, Trixie adds, “You’re just so beautiful, Kat. I wish you saw yourself like I did. You have nothing to be self-conscious about. Don’t do it if you truly don’t want to, but if you want to even a little bit, you should let yourself feel free.”

Deep down, Katya does want to experience nudity like Trixie always does. Trixie makes her feel safe. She wants to enjoy this moment to the fullest with her girlfriend. Katya nods hesitantly and Trixie breaks out into a grin.

“Yeah?” Trixie asks enthusiastically.

“Y-yeah. You’re right. We’re alone and I just want to have fun with my favorite person.” With that, Katya slides her bottoms off and tosses them on top of her bikini top.

Trixie gazes upon Katya lovingly. “You’re so gorgeous.” Katya blushes. Trixie continues, “I love you so much, baby. You’re so brave.” She leans in and kisses Katya.

This time, Katya smiles. She’s also proud of herself. “Race you to the water!” she tells Trixie.

They both take off running. Katya has a head start but would have won anyway. They swim for a bit then dry off on their towels. After a while, Katya sort of forgets that society demands she wear clothing. She is embracing being free from all restrictions. The restrictions of school, society, time, clothing… everything.

It is the most free Katya has ever felt. It really is like she has entered heaven.

————————————-

AT THE HOTEL

They find a nicer hotel to stay at for the night. There is an outdoor jacuzzi that Trixie insists they relax in. They wear coordinated one pieces - Trixie’s is navy blue with white polka dots and Katya’s is all black. They aren’t kidding about the coordinated girlfriend attire.

After relaxing in the jacuzzi, they lazily make their way back to their room. Upon entering, Trixie’s hand wraps in Katya’s blonde waves as she deeply kisses her girlfriend.

“I’m so proud of you for doing something that made you uncomfortable today. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks for the encouragement. I couldn’t have done it without you. I’m glad you pushed me - it really was worth it.”

Trixie’s lips meet Katya’s once more. She pushes her body closer to Katya’s so their breasts are squished together. She starts gently grinding on Katya’s body.

“We should get out of these swimsuits-” Katya starts.

“No.”

“…No?”

Trixie pulls away and places a hand on her hip. “What happened yesterday in the car?”

“Uh, I licked ice cream from your breasts.”

“And?”

“And you orgasmed.”

“And?”

Katya knows exactly what Trixie is getting at. She bites her lip and tugs at her bathing suit. “I, uh, came early.”

“Exactly. So, to prevent that from happening again, I propose that I teach you self restraint, since you clearly don’t possess any yourself.”

Katya’s cock twitches in anticipation. Trixie notices and smirks. “On the bed.”

Katya obeys immediately. Trixie pulls out fuzzy pink handcuffs and ties Katya’s arms to the bedpost and ankles spread out on the footboard. “I want you to be silent.” Katya nods enthusiastically.

Trixie straddles her girlfriend’s waist. She massages her breasts over the tight swimsuit. She plays with her nipple through the fabric, rolling it in her fingers as it hardens.

Katya makes a whining sound. Trixie leans down and kisses her roughly to shut her up. She lengthens her body and grinds herself against Katya’s hard cock. Katya relishes in the pleasure. She loves the feeling of her girlfriend’s body on her own.

“You were right, these swimsuits are awfully restricting. I should take it off,” Trixie tells Katya as she strips from her onepiece. Katya whimpers in anticipation as her cock pushes at the tight fabric. She loves that Trixie is going to be naked, but she wants to get out of the taut material as well.

Trixie resumes her position, soft breasts grazing Katya’s. Trixie hovers above Katya, not giving Katya the friction she so desperately craves. Katya squirms as her hard cock is trapped in the restricting swimsuit. She can’t help it when her hips buck up so she can rut against Trixie. She needs more.

Trixie stops kissing Katya and pushes her hipbone down onto the bed.

“If I wanted to grind against you, I would. Clearly, I don’t. So you will stay where I put you until I’m ready. Got it?” Trixie asks harshly. She is not playing around.

Katya squeaks and nods her head. Her pupils are blown with arousal.

Trixie hovers above Katya again, this time even closer to her straining cock. She has one hand on Katya’s hipbone, firmly holding her down. Katya does all she can not to buck her hips into Trixie.

“I’m so wet right now,” Trixie teases.

She removes her hand from Katya’s hipbone and moves it to circle her own clit. Katya watches her intently, trying to stay as quiet as she can.

Trixie grinds down on Katya’s cock, but only for a second. Katya squirms underneath Trixie.

Trixie rolls off of Katya so she is in full view of her girlfriend. She inserts a finger and Katya can hear just how wet she is. Trixie makes eye contact with Katya and smirks. Katya hates how much she loves the desperation. She wants to be pleasuring Trixie. She wants to feel Trixie. She wants more than this.

As Katya struggles internally, Trixie adds another finger. Trixie then pulls away and rides her own fingers right next to Katya. Her breasts bounce with the movement.

Watching Trixie get herself off is too much for Katya. She thrashes in her restraints, trying to get some pressure where she needs it most. She’s leaking pre-cum all over her stomach.

Just as Trixie is about to finish, she lines herself up so she’s positioned over Katya’s face. Thank the lord Trixie is finally letting Katya take part in this. The relief Katya feels getting to taste Trixie momentarily distracts her from the pain in her straining cock.

Katya expertly uses her tongue to finish her off, causing Trixie to cum loudly. Katya licks at the wet folds, loving the salty taste of her girlfriend.

“You’re so good, baby,” Trixie coos.

Katya whimpers in response. Her cock is painfully hard and she’s had no friction. She twists around, trying to feel some sort of pressure. The swimsuit is just so tight. Her cock is trapped.

Trixie ghosts her hand up Katya’s shaft. Katya gasps at the sudden sensation. She tries not to buck her hips into Trixie’s hand. She needs more.

Trixie leaves her hand hovering just over Katya’s cock. It takes every cell in Katya’s body to resist pushing up into her.

“Good girl. Go ahead,” Trixie allows.

Katya bucks her hips up rapidly. She ruts into Trixie’s hand a few times before she realizes she’s humping the air. She whines at the loss of contact. Why is Trixie teasing her so much?

Trixie reaches down and releases Katya’s cock from the tight prison that is her swimsuit. She strokes teasing circles along the tip.

There are tears forming in Katya’s eyes. She’s so close. Why won’t Trixie add more pressure?

Finally, Trixie takes the head of her cock into her mouth. She grasps her cock with one hand and moves her hand forcefully in time with the movements of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip, eliciting moans from Katya.

Katya whines pitifully; her cock is a bright red. She can’t help but rut into the air. This is cruel and unusual punishment. Isn’t this shit unconstitutional?

“Do you want to cum, baby?” Trixie asks sweetly.

Katya frantically nods her head.

“Use your words.”

Katya chokes back tears. “P-please, Trixie. Please!”

“Aw, so polite. You’ve done so well,” Trixie says as she kisses the tip of Katya’s cock. Katya tries not to thrust into her mouth.

Trixie grasps her shaft again and strokes her a few times. That’s all Katya needs to cum with a strangled moan. After all the teasing, she finally feels some release.

Katya’s panting. Trixie kisses her inner thigh and releases her from the restraints. She helps her girlfriend get out of the tight swimsuit. Katya still hasn’t said anything.

“You okay?” Trixie asks. The concern in her voice makes Katya smile.

“Better than okay,” she smiles back. Trixie takes Katya by the hand into the bathroom where they shower together.

When they climb into bed together, exhausted, Katya can’t stop smiling. She has an entire summer of this to look forward to. Sophomore year may have been a challenge, but getting to spend her break with her girlfriend was the perfect end to a not-so-perfect year.

[ziggykazenzakis]

i heard medium is a dyieng website so imma drop here all i had there just to have it somewhere

Schedule

12:02  —  Get up slowly, smoke the first cigarette. Find out you’re out of toothpaste.

12:10  —  Watch the new episode of Men Are Important, a show about the world where Men Are Important.

12:32  —  Fall asleep in the middle of Men Are Important.

13:11  —  Wake up nervously, smoke the second cigarette. Eat something.

13:17  —  Download a collection of short stories by someone incredibly obscure, some comic books, bit of contemporary french cinema. Never open downloads.

14:00  —  Go to the store to get groceries and toothpaste, come back with cigarettes, white wine and frozen pizza.

14:23  —  Write post for Community Buzzfeed, titled “28 reasons my God is better than yours”.

16:00  —  Go outside.

17:00  —  Point fingers at journalism majors.

19:27  —  Tell strangers at a bar how comic books and radio are close as mediums.

20:52  —  Get hit in the face.

22:12  —  Come home, write an essay on cultural significance of 400 Blows (never watch 400 Blows). Smoke fourteenth cigarette.

23:49  —  Look in the mirror.

00:28  —  Read Batman comics, open another pack of cigarettes.

01:02  —  Read Batman comics, but ironically.

02:37  —  Think of your own grandeur for prolonged periods of time, do absolutely nothing.

03:58  —  Find the strangest porno possible.

04:49  —  Try to fall asleep, cry silently.

12:02  —  Get up slowly, smoke the first cigarette. Find out you’re out of toothpaste.

bad joke from 2014

a man walks into a bar man drinks and drinks as he tries to drown his sorrow in cheap yet over-priced liquor which is probably watered down too he comes to a realization epiphany, perhaps not even that though because he spent the most of his adulthood trying to shrug off that idea deep back into the ether he comes to a realization that whatever he does is meaningless meaningless beyond the point of comprehension he doesn’t care for dead philosophers mind masturbation nor for the idea of time and space being the same intertwined thing all he knows is that his actions have no impact on the world around him none

after that setup you might expect a cheerful twist or an absurd one nihilism is intensely boring you might think, “it’s not about the journey it’s about the destination, honey” well first of all, don’t patronize me secondly, we can still get back to the base of this anecdote some slapstick comedy, maybe? or salvage the entire thing with some pop-cultural references that y’all hate but pretend to love it’s actually quite an art, to be pretentious whilst talking about Batman of all things

man keeps on drinking he looks up at the tiny TV atop the bar it’s a rerun of some sports game is that what they called? sports games? the whole thing is ridiculous and way past my control over it commentator says, “stop wallowing in self-pity” man is confused he looks to his left he looks to his right he looks right at the screen and gulps a shot of whiskey “that is what you’re doing with your life? little cry-baby anyway, back to you Johnson” “the game is quite a race today, folks…” and the voice trails off barkeep already saw the game he doesn’t care it’s not like there was much to care about in the first place man pays the bill leaves a tip not too much, not too little he goes home he’ll try to forget and he’ll inevitably fail

the bar was called “Huge Sweaty Balls” are you happy now that’s the punchline that’s the joke you’ve been waiting for everything is fucking great

Banned Names

Amir left the subway, avoiding stranger’s gaze, awkwardly tapping into it ever so often, apologizing as much as he can for snow-covered ten gallon hat using only his eyes. Through side streets and backstreets, which lead to crooked steps, which lead to a heavy door, which leads to basement. Hit aperture with his hat, bowed a bit, came in. Through hallway, and must shake hands with everyone, came. “Sorry guys, slept through”, Amir said. “What’s with the hat, did Haggard die?”, said Jim. “I’ve decided, that the band is called Astral Cowboys”.

“No”, said Thrasy. “Why?”, said Amir. “Cause that’s some fucking bullshit. I disagree”, said Thrasy. Thrasy was sure that the might one is the right one. Not many people agreed with him on things but less have tried to argue.

“Your will and we would have been called Wacky Eugenics”, said Amir. “I like it”, said Jim, not expecting spited glances from both sides. “And what would that be, in your idea? Delta Witchhouse?”, said Thrasy. “Nah, pretty casual psychedelics”, said Amir. “Why not just post-punk”, said Jim, fully expecting spited glances from both sides.

“Alright”, said Amir, “Astral Cowboys, gimme something better”. “Heinous Crime”, said Thrasy. “Circumstances”, said Jim. “No, Complications”. “Upvotes From The Underground”, said Jim. “If you won’t take it seriously then shut the fuck up”, said Thrasy. “A Kilo Of Potatoes”, said Jim.

“You got some bad ideas, Astral Cowboys”, said Amir. “Where does this preconception comes from, that you got the final word?”, said Thrasy. “Main vocals, lead guitar, lyrics — who else?”, said Amir. “Richards rules the Stones”, said Thrasy.

“Imma smoke”, said Jim, and left. “And one who dares to think that Astral Cowboys is a good title for anything should not write anything let alone songs”, said Thrasy. “It’s a good title! Intentionally kitsch but comfortable, relaxed, some chick shit, in a good way”, said Amir. “Here’s what’s going to happen”, said Thrasy. “Justice will be accomplished. Great, strong people been showered in mud by the weak, time and time again. Because they were allowed to. We’re going to punk. And it won’t be a riot. It will be anger. My holy mission is to continue what the Ramones started, convinced conservatives and a bunch of beautiful, rare bastards. I’m going to hit you, and you are going to hit the ground, and the band shall be called Circumstances. Or whatever the hell, Jim had some good ideas, but not Astral Cowboys, chief”.

Jim looked at the falling snow under the light of the street lamp. As he was lighting up a cigarette, he thought that he should learn to draw. He opened up a two years old text file on his three years old phone which was titled “bandnames.txt” and contained such as “Damn, A Burger? Don’t Mind If I Do”, “The Whatnots”, “No Weekends” and so on. He added “Ciet Vong”, which put up the file at the top of the list, threw the cig into a snowdrift, and walked back.

Jim walked in on a couple of grown children, trying to wrestle somewhat, and to hit, and not to damage all the appliance around. “How about Homoerotic Subtext? For a band name”, said Jim.

The band was standing and smoking. “We wasted three paid hours without touching the instruments”, said Amir. “Next week, same time?”

et in arcadia ego

looked barely dead and the cats started chewing on my thigh. They are sure that I’m dead, that I have no need for it, and that the still warm flesh is much more enjoyable than dry feed. The screens around blink with bright imagery of sin. Pick up the phone, look at the list of recent calls, which consists of the same number. After a click, beeps, before someone could reply, say “large pepperoni”, tell address, say, that I won’t need the change. Full cats fell asleep under the warm screens. After an hour to the dot, knock on the door. A kid paler than me holds a large white box the content of which is covered in sand round-shaped bread. He left without saying anything with his ten percent tip (cause death isn’t a reason to be uncorteous). Someone vaguely familiar comes in, full of energy, greets, tells how someone somewhere robbed a bank and uploaded the video of it on one of those sites. Says that if you take a city map and connect all the banks and their subsidiaries you’ll see a pentagram made of pentagrams which are made of pentagrams. “Dude, the main problem with you-know-who is that he didn’t transform hell into heaven but just sits there being a cog”, he says. After a brief pause, I say “we gotta call some five acquaintances and play some basketball”. “Good thinking, dude, good thinking. If all’s well we gotta smash some ATM afterwards. I don’t know why people don’t do it all the time, those things don’t look that hardy”, he says. We leave, the weather is perfect.

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Sportscaster screams “verbiage” when I’m on a stroll Decribing empty vistas filled with horny patrols My dead self is my best self mind not in Malcolm’s way Beware of feedback loops every step of the way Give me a reason to leave my poorly assembled set To this very day les tricoteuses make content

Well you have ears and you have eyes Don’t listen to me look at some other guy There’s some courage to be had Writing down history of victorious empty heads It must be side effect of broken sleep patterns Finding rhythm and beauty in fecal matter

Stinging bland colors exorting a laugh Soundbites of worst to offer, what a fun life I’m asking others how to feel Plateauted yet again it’s no big deal When there’s light again over parks and backdoors I’ll try to mute proclivities towards bromide and havenots

My Dear Friends

The only thing here separating a lion and a man is a lousy moat. Jack Drowsey stands alone in Miami Zoo and stares at the animal. The sun is high on this weekday, Jack ignores a text from his boss, the lion looks back at Jack serenely, Jack puts phone on silent when boss calls, the lion yawns and stretches, Jacks turns the phone off when his wife calls. Jack leaves the zoo and gets in a car for which he has a key. Turns the ignition on, rips off BMW Dealership sticker off the glass and drives. He spent four years in Florida and never seen an alligator, but plenty of idiots. When Castro died, he saw a miami cuban and a skinhead hug. He drives among palm trees and potholes and thinks of his childhood in rural California. He had two friends, Barney and Billy. Barney now lives in San Francisco doing “some gay bullshit”, as Jack calls it. Billy died a few years back, OD’d on Xanax. It gets dark as he crosses the state line. Back in Bakersfield, Jack, Barney and Billy had a game. There was this guy everyone called just Dirty who had a real oxy problem. He was about twenty, but no one knew for sure, while Jack and the gang were all thirteen at the time. The goal of the game was as follows: get Dirty in a cage. They had a cage. The game was usually lost, except for that one time, when Billy told Dirty that if he stayed in the cage for an hour, they’d give him twelve dollars. Dirty walked into the cage, the boys locked it and left. From then on, Dirty was the wiser. Jack has been driving for three days straight now. Once, Barney had a Problem, he wanted to enlist. This curly pudgy kid, the kind who listens to Talking Heads, seventeen at the time, decided he had enough. He shaved his head, started running in the morning, talking about some evils from abroad gathering upon our doorstep, with nothing but vile intentions under their brown skins. Jack didn’t really care, he was happy for his friend to lose some weight and get a better chance at getting laid, but Billy was fuming. For three weeks there were constant arguing, until the two stopped talking and shaking hands altogether. Two months later, Jack’s birthday, which he saw as an opportunity to reconcile his buddies. They spent most of the night at the opposite ends of the room until they were drunk enough to get into some altercations. The previously routine arguing quickly turned when Billy yelled “Bash the fash!”. He must’ve forgotten that previously an artsy cunt spent time working on his body, while Billy was smoking weed and telling young women that they should all look more like Suicide Girls. Barney broke Billy’s nose, who was then smiling and coughing blood laying on the ground. Barney cried a bit. Everything returned to normal. Jack is approaching LA. He hadn’t slept, he hadn’t eaten, he stopped at a gas station once and got a bottle of water. He shuts his eyes for a second at an intersection and a truck is swift and merciless. Now he’s in LA, of sorts. It’s snowing. Dirty approaches him, but he’s clean, and he’s dressed up as Elvis. “Hi, Jack, remember me?”, says clean Dirty. “It’s me, Bruce”, he says. “You’re dead, buddy. Billy is here too, you wanna meet him? Or maybe someone famous first, how does a date with Rita Hayworth sounds to ya, huh, old pal?”, says Dirty. Jack keeps walking, Dirty follows. There’s no sunshine, only snow. There are no cars and Dirty is the only person around. Where would be banners and posters and billboards that advertise a multibillion industry of boredom is nothing; all of them show nothing. “Where are you going, you little shit?”, says Dirty, and Jack finds himself to be thirteen. He keeps walking. “You think I don’t remember? Here it’s hard to forget. All you do is remember”, says Dirty to the kid. “Where the fuck did you even find a cage?”, says Dirty, stops walking, mumbles something, pulls out a cigarette. Jack stops walking too. “We were just kids”, Jack says. “Whatever, asshole. I don’t care. There isn’t some lesson to be had here. Just go”, Dirty says, puffing on a newport. Jack is adult again, and he keeps walking. Until he sees Billy, whose skin is whiter than the snow around. “Why did you leave them?”, he says. Jack punches Billy in the shoulder. “Why did you leave us?”, he says. Billy can’t handle the punch and falls on his ass. “You and Barney seemed to have it figured out, somewhat. He with his art, you with your wife and a job. Not a great job, but a real job, doing something, being able to afford shit and all. I had absolutely nothing. I had no one. I did not leave you two, you did that before. I had bills, I had no fun, I had an easy way out. I took it. What’s your excuse?”, says Billy. And Jack has none.