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so maybe its the fact that im neurodivergent or im just. stupid but i don’t understand the color of the sky jokes. (ive only been on tumblr about a year though so maybe its that too)
its mostly because it’s not really a joke? I mean kind of. I don’t really know what it qualifies as-
but its just that even the mention of the color of the sky post fills veteran Tumblr users with dread and anguish. that’s because the post apparently used to constantly be all over everyone’s dashboard, and it took forever to scroll through. (I didn’t experience this, it’s just what i’ve heard.)
so now I have it as my pinned post and like to terrorize people with it because it is fun and nostalgic :)
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philsgirlinprague · 4 months
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I’m begging can you explain the like champagne, snokoplasm and 11 hour fuck session comments? What are they referring to?? explain the deep cuts for the new idiots 😭
I’m not sure I’m the best person for this lol, but I’ll try. The champagne - the first day they met, they basically live tweeted the whole day and Dan posted a photo of a bill from the sky bar they went to and there was 2000£ bottle of champagne. But apparently that wasn’t real lol. Snokoplasm - lmao it’s from this old Phil video and I think that’s something Phil made up? And I think it was supposed to be a metaphor for lube idk. And the 11 hour fuck session was just a big exaggeration from Dan about what was everyone saying about the tackle in pinof one. Also maybe a reference to his tweet “Uma Thurman just watched me have sex”
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guardian-angle22 · 11 months
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Hi, I was wondering if you could help me. I really want to start making my own gifs but I can't figure out if there's a way to do it without paying for some kind of app. I love your gifs and I was wondering if you could tell me how you make your gifs. Also, do you use a screen recording app?
Thank you for liking my gifs, first off, that’s very nice to hear! 💜
I personally do pay monthly for Adobe Creative Cloud and use Photoshop to make my gifs. I’m not familiar with how to use other free programs/sites that people use to make gifs from, but I do know it's fully possible to have amazing gifs made from them. Here's two posts I've seen that talk about using those free software: here and here.
I taught myself how to make gifs via a variety of random gif tutorials here on tumblr that I found by google searching. I wish I could tell you there was one easy tutorial I followed and just immediately could make them, but I really pieced things together from a bunch of different ones and then used trial and error to figure out the basics. I think this blog may have been one I used as reference, but it's been about a year so I couldn't be 100% sure. I will say that once I did figure out the basics, the blog @clubgif has been a really helpful resource for trying out different experimental things on top of that. It's been awhile since I've done anything like that (just because of time and real life), but my 911 Lone Star Enneagram series came as a result of wanting to try out different font effects I saw through different posts on there.
As far as screen recording goes - I do use screen recording just on my laptop (by using Windows+ALT+R) on occasion for things outside of 911LS episodes. For example, this Brian podcast set and this Ronen set were from screen records. 99% of the gifs I make from the episodes though are done from downloads of the episodes. I've been downloading them from this folder that @3416 is fucking amazing for uploading the episodes to. The gif quality will depend on how good the video quality is that you get the frames from, so screen recording is never the best tbh, but sometimes it's the easiest or only option.
I hope this helps at least a little bit. If you really want to learn to make them, I say go for it! Mess around with some of the free software and see how you feel about it. But also don't expect your gifs to immediately look perfect. This is one of the first gifs I ever made:
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compared to one I just made recently:
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I hope think you can tell that there was improvement between the two. Just be patient with yourself and don't be afraid to post things!
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captain-lovelace · 1 year
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My fave japanese bl author is a terf and vaguely homophobic but I’m deeply perplexed because it seemed like her books were against transphobia, and homophobia in ways that I don’t even think are subtle. now the wheels are turning painfully in my head, I’m rereading her work to find malice but I can’t!! . Her text even explicitly supports gay marriage. The reason i even looked for her sm in the first place is that I thought she was trans positive, I’m literally just so massively disappointed. No idea why I am, but I am and I can’t shake it off , it’s weird… I want to move on, but I keep going back to her twitter and reading hateful stuff, like a weird ritual.On the other hand, I literally hate imposing my views on other woc, so I just decided to mind my business, esp because I’m not trans. But it slaps me in the face every-time i even open my kindle so i just deleted the book permanently (I didn’t return it, but i can never access it again). I just wonder how many more “bl” authors are this way??? Considering “bl”was the thing that made engage with lgbtq topics in my deeply conservative country. It just shocks me? Are they just writing to make money? What gives? Like she literally adverises her bl books in the midst of her transphobia ???? Help??!💀💀💀
Anon I’m going to be real, I don’t actually know very much about BL or the state of the genre/industry, so I’m not sure how much I can help here. What I can say is that it’s probably not particularly good for you to be hatereading her Twitter or wondering endlessly about her motivations. People can be bigoted, and contradictory, and weird. It sucks, but it happens. Take your confusion as a sign that you’re not like her and let go.
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galileosballs · 2 months
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Undergrad Etiquette
One thing that has come up a lot in the notes of my various academiaposting posts is that there seem to be a lot of people who were happy to see the invisible rules of the university environment spelled out more explicitly. It looks like a lot of people aren't learning this sort of thing in high school. That gives rise to an equity issue - the only people who learn how to navigate the university are people who can learn it from their parents, and that's obviously going to leave a lot of people out. So, I hope you'll forgive me the pretension of what I'm about to do, which is make some of the invisible rules visible.
My mission here is not to shame, it's to help. I truly believe that the majority of unpleasant student/instructor interactions stem from miscommunications and misunderstandings, not instructors being cruel or students being lazy. The world does have cruel instructors and lazy students in it, but most people are just doing the best they can under imperfect circumstances. The key point is that this is all etiquette, not moral strictures. I'm not saying that all of these things are morally wrong (some of them might be), I'm saying they're rude. If you've done these things before, well, now you know. No hard feelings. With that in mind, let me give you a few pointers. (nb. all of this applies to the US and Canada, but I have no expertise teaching in other locations. If you're an instructor in another place, please feel free to add or subtract points below).
Do: Go to office hours. It's not an imposition. The time has been specifically set aside for you. Your instructor wants you there. Any topic from the class (or related to the class) is fair game, up to and including just talking about what you like about the course or subject. Your instructor is typically someone who likes this subject enough to have written (or be in the process of writing) a 200-page book about this subject, so they're typically pretty down to chat about it.
Don't: treat your instructor like a free therapist, doctor, or conflict mediator. We have no training in those areas. If you're having a mental health crisis the most we can do is point you in the direction of the university's counseling center, so you're better off just going there to begin with. Other things your instructor is not in a position to do include: diagnose you with an illness, make a different instructor change their schedule, prevent another girl in class from stealing your boyfriend, prove to your mom that this degree is worth it, comment on controversial world events beyond the scope of the class, and go on a date with you. These are all real examples.
Do: Communicate problems you are having with the class early and directly. We can't stop the train unless we know that someone has been left behind. If you're struggling with something, we want to know - both so that we can help you, and because it's quite likely that someone else in the class has the same problem and also needs help. The more information we have the more we can do.
Don't: Do any of the above without first a) reading the syllabus and b) making one solid attempt to do the work on your own. It is infuriating to answer endless emails from students asking questions that are answered in a document that they already have and that I already asked them to read. This is the most mystifying one of all. I do not know why students don't read these things. The syllabus is always on the LMS. It will answer 80% of your questions. Similarly, homework is designed to give you an opportunity to learn something. It does not assume you already know how to do it. Even if what you're looking at is very unfamiliar to you, try it on your own first to see if it clicks. If it doesn't, we're there to help.
Do: Stay home from school when you're sick. I won't be impressed with your diligence if you come in sniffling, I'll be annoyed that I'm going to be sick again. Anyone who works in education gets sick just constantly. And before you think 'but I'll be punished for not attending and I need a doctor's note!', check your syllabus first. Very often this is not the case. Some real old-timers insist on perfect attendance, but most instructors don't care. Sometimes we'll slap a really tiny nominal penalty for attendance on, but that's just to help people actually get out of bed in the morning. Usually it's not enough of a penalty to worry about for a one-time illness.
Don't: Go on vacation during the term. This is the other one I just find baffling. No, you can't reschedule the test because you've decided to leave early for Spring Break. I'm not going to re-teach you all the lessons you missed because you 'needed' to go to florida for your cousin's birthday. Doing this is an extremely good way to annoy your instructor, who almost certainly cannot go on vacation during the term. We're not going to do extra work for you so that you can go have fun. You are paying (quite a lot) for the opportunity to take a set of classes in a term. That does not mean you can just decide to get the benefits of those things on any schedule you please. We are not an on-demand service and it does annoy us to be treated like one.
Do: Ask questions about why you were graded the way you were. If you don't understand why you got the mark you got, it's fine to ask us directly. You can't learn from something you don't understand. So long as you go in with the goal of understanding (rather than changing) your grade and don't accuse us of anything shady, we're pretty happy to explain it. You can also do this before the project, to an extent. For some people it's much easier to do well at a task if its purpose has been explicitly explained. Don't try to get 'cheat codes' or anything, but feel free to ask questions about the purpose of the assignment if you're confused. Professors often forget that you might not already know what these things are for. You'll get way more out of school if you try to understand why you're doing what you're doing.
Don't: Beg for grades or extra credit assignments. It's not fair to the rest of the class for us to give you these just because you begged. We shouldn't be doing it, and mostly we don't. If the stakes are really as high as they invariably are when I have this conversation, you needed to have been keeping an eye on your grades throughout the term and correcting early, before it was too late. Hopefully the fact that I'm making this post in January will make sure that's the case for you.
Do: Make your own arguments, even though you're not an expert. Most humanities classes present a body of material that the instructor does not all think is right. We typically try to present multiple perspectives on issues and let you figure out what you think. So, even if an author is a big fancy famous historical guy, you're absolutely still allowed to disagree with him. We want you to do that. Just try to take your interlocutor seriously on their own terms so you don't end up with a weak argument. And no, it is not sufficient to merely mention that the author is a white cis man. Some of them are right about stuff too.
Don't: let your mother phone me. And if your parents are the sort of people that do wildly inappropriate things without your permission, don't give them enough information to contact me. In many jurisdictions I'm not even allowed to talk to them (or anyone else) about your grades. Even in jurisdictions where it is allowed, I'm not going to do it. If you're in university, you're an adult and will be treated like one. Also I don't enjoy being threatened.
Do: Back up your files. Computer problems do happen, but you're still responsible for your work when they happen. That's true in every other human context. Shit happens, so bring toilet paper. There are a million ways to do this - pick one that works for you.
Don't: try to submit written assignments in a format other than .doc, .docx, or .pdf unless you have explicit permission to do otherwise. These formats are industry standard and basically all programs do one of them. I'm not going to risk my computer trying to convert your shit from whatever baroque new .fhqwhgads extension you've given me, I'm going to mark it late.
Do: Read comments we leave on your work! Those are there to help you improve! I know it's a difficult thing to muster up the will to do, but we really are only trying to help you. It's very dispiriting to watch a student who could easily improve a lot make the same mistakes over and over.
Don't: Eat in class unless the instructor has explicitly said it's ok. It's straight-up banned in lots of buildings for reasons of historical preservation or pest control. Moreover, a lot of instructors and fellow students (present company included) find the sight, sound, and smell of students eating in class to be intensely distracting. If there's a medical reason you have to eat, tell your instructor and they'll propose a reasonable alternative (like ducking out for a few minutes to have a granola bar).
Do: send your instructors things like news articles or memes about course material. We want these things.
Don't: send your instructors porn, fanfiction, thirst traps, or pictures of you relaxing at the beach. Yes, I've heard of all of these things happening, and one happened to me. We do not want these things. Even if it's really funny, like that one Newton/Leibniz smut fic.
Do: check what your university's standards for plagiarism actually are. They are very likely not what you think. Your professor has to use them, so you had better know them. Arguments from ignorance will not save you.
Don't: post any classroom recordings, photographs, or notes online. Even if they're funny. When students do this it doesn't typically result in armed nutjobs turning up at our place of work and trying to kill us, but it doesn't never result in that. Also, classroom recordings contain the voices and faces of other students, and you don't have permission to use them. Don't record anything without getting your teacher's consent first. Some of us need to be a lot more careful than others.
Do: fill out your course evaluations! Most students don't, and typically the only ones who are sure to fill them out are the ones who are salty about something or other. If you thought the class was good, give your prof a hand (especially if that prof is a gender or racial minority, and especially especially if they have an accent that's unusual in your region. Those factors make student evaluations measurably worse).
Don't: talk about how much you do or don't want to fuck us on Rate My Professor. We try not to look at it but curiosity always gets the better of us eventually. Please also do not be mean about our voice, appearance, or dress sense.
In general: do deal with us as if we're all good-faith actors trying to make education happen. Don't treat us like we're arbitrary monsters.
I'll be monitoring the notes on this post if anyone would like additional clarification. Making education accessible is something I care a lot about, and this is part of that. I've tried to explain the reasons for all these things as best as I can, but I can elaborate upon request.
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luverboychris · 19 days
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HATE ME | MATT STURNIOLO
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IN WHICH.. things are complicated when two friends in the same group like you. one being your secret fuck buddy.
dom!matt x fem reader, secret fuckbuddy — 1460 words
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why were you feeling like this? this god damn feeling arising inside you for the fourth time this week. you weren’t used to it. and you never have felt it before this much, especially towards him. so why was this happening so much recently?
the feeling of jealousy. just seeing a girl by his side made your face go a shade of red you didn’t want to come to terms with.
“y/n baby! come here.” cole shouts. you couldn’t really begin to explain your relationship with this boy. almost dating.. but not quite yet. what was stopping you from dating him?
well you knew the answer. you just didn’t want to say it out loud because the answer was his friend, matt.
you snap your gaze towards cole, seeing him flick his hand out to you with a drink in front of all his friends. and of course a random girl sitting next to matt. who was she? you never felt so vulnerable, as a bunch of male eyes are on you, looking you up and down. you gulp before walking over to him.
cole sitting down on one of the chairs, you standing above him as he wraps his free arm around your waist. “tell the boys the story on how we met, you tell it better than i do.” he laughs.
matt almost burns holes with his eyes as he looks at his friend’s hold on your body. you attempt to swallow your guilt, the guilt of how oblivious the boy was to your attraction to his friend matt. oblivious to how you and matt will fuck whenever you get the chance. in his head, he thinks he’s the reason you know matt but he has it all wrong.. you’ve known him for way longer. you would never tell him though, it would break him.
all of his friends flip their eyes onto you then to their good old friend cole that they care for so much, yet you know damn well matt is only looking at you.
“yeah, please.” matt blurts, “tell us how you two lovebirds met.” he adds. you wanted to completely ignore him but you didn’t want to come off as weird and suspicious. his cocky smirk forming against his drink as his lips grip onto the top of the glass cup.
you hated him. you hated this.
he loved you. and he loved this.
“well.. uh.” you stutter. cole’s grip on your waist tightens. “he was in my english class and he accidentally bumped into me. it was cute, i was a hot mess.. nervous for my exam and he was kind enough to calm me down.”
matt melts into his chair a little, arms crossed with his lips still lingering over his cup as he man spreads his legs. he was starting to act as if he owns the bar. “continue..” matt says.
“after that.. we sat down and he helped me with studying. we talked and talked for hours—”
“then he asked you out?” matt asks.
cole looks up at you to see your response, such innocence absorbing his face. “he asked me out on a date yeah..” you mumble out.
“ah i see.. he took you out on a date. but you’re not dating?” matt questions. you wanted to crawl across the table and punch him with how dumb he was playing in front of everyone. he knew the situation more than anyone, he just loved to tease.
“y/n isn’t ready to date.. but i’ll wait for her i don’t care.” cole jumped in and responded for you. all the friends smile but you catch matt sneakily roll his eyes.
“you’re simping so bad for her man.” matt scoffs, “i hate love, makes me sick to my stomach.” the boys laugh in unison as matt pretends to projectile vomit.
“i mean do you see her? how could i not matt?” cole laughs out.
you watch matt as he begins to look you up and down with his blue sensual eyes, “mhm, i see her.” he whispers out. is everyone blind?!— you thought to yourself. can they not see the sexual tension just roaming through the air coming off of matt right towards you? because you can, and matt definitely knows as well.
he loves how much sexual tension you two have. just the eyes alone that he gives you makes you weak to your knees but you’re good at hiding it, for the most part.
the random girl’s hand sneaks up around matt’s chair and you blink profusely at her flirty positioning. you begin to fidget, taking cole’s hand off your waist causing it to fall to his side.
“um, i’m going to the bathroom.” you blurt out. the table nods at your words and you don’t look back to look at him. you don’t want to give him even a taste of satisfaction from doing that. you knew he would feed off of it, and get excited.
the bathroom still having the music from the bar playing on the speakers in every corner. the bar’s bathroom had no privacy whatsoever.. meaning anyone could come in at any time.
you turn on the faucet and scrub your hands, hoping you can at least wash off just a smidge of jealousy that was steaming off of you. but it was no use.. you still wash your hands with agression as you cuss at yourself. you look at your reflection in the mirror, feeling ever so guilty.
“well hi cole’s girl.” he says, sarcasm laced in his voice. there was matt leaning against the door frame with his hands in the pocket of his black jeans. his car keys dangling from the front right one.
“matt, why’d you follow me?” you say, flipping your gaze off of him and back to yourself in the mirror.
he walks up from behind you, leaning down towards the back of your neck as he goes to remove your hair. he pushes it all to one side, letting your exposed skin be all out on display for him.
“you know why.” he whispers, reaching down to leave a trail of kisses softly down your neck. you feel chills run throughout your body with the gentleness of his lips pressed against your sensitive skin.
“i-i don’t.” you sigh out. you couldn’t help but close your eyes because of every kiss he leaves on your neck. he then starts to let his cold fingertips wander up your unclothed arms. 
“baby don’t lie to me.” he says, “you’re thinking about me.” he grabs all your hair, softly pulling it to the other side now as he kisses the skin he hasn’t given attention to, “just like how i’m only thinking about you..” he adds.
“and you want me to fuck the shit out of you like i did last week. i can tell, don’t deny it.” he whispers against your skin.
you feel your face heat up as you open your eyes. you push him off of you, “shut the fuck up matt!” you say. and there he was again with that snarky smile, so confident and dark looking.
a small laugh escapes his lips, “relax.” he says. god, he was such a dick. not only could anyone come in at anytime, he was trying to make you horny and it was working.
“ugh i..” is all you say, sucking on the inside of your mouth with your fists clenching.
“hmm? you what? you hate me?” he teases, coming closer to you. you don’t respond to him, “tell me that you hate me.”
“i hate you.” you say, the words flowing out like a stream. you say it again, over and over. three words that you didn’t actually mean, “i hate you, i hate you, i hate you.”
he reaches down to kiss your babbling lips, kissing you harder as ever. “i hate you.” you breath into his mouth.
“baby.. you love me.” he breaths out.
he reaches his left arm down to your inner thigh and grips onto it tightly, making a moan come out of you. he always does things with his left arm, he knows it gets a rise out of you. the arm filled with all his tattoos.
“let another man touch you like that again..” matt’s lips brush onto yours with each word, “and i will fucking kill them.”
he rubs his ring and middle finger against your underwear. “matt, h-he’s your friend.” you moan out. that sentence makes him rub you with more aggression.
“i don’t give a fuck.” he groans against your lips when he finally can feel how wet you are. “friend or not.. you’re not letting a man wrap his hands around your waist like that in front of me.”
“but you can have a girl have her hands around you?” you snap, the image of the girl’s arm around matts back while he was sitting down started to replay.
“oh shut up. you fucking know i only want you.” he says.
“you have me.” you moan out, as he rubs your clit through your underwear, the thin fabric blocking his touch made the sensation feel so much more intense, “im yours.” you add.
“for someone who hates me, you sure obey me well baby.”
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─── aid speaks ᝰ.ᐟ ───
╰┈ ⌞₊˚ est. march 9th 2024🗒 ˎˊ˗ ⌝
so im trying a new style lmk if u guys like it. someone requested to do a cheating type fic and i dont write that so i did my own twist wee! i hope i exceeded your expectations, anonymous cutie! i would love to do a part 2 on this so lmk if u want that maybe. i love u guys sm.
UPDATE: PART 2 IS UP NOW PRESS HERE
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mxqdii · 7 months
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hey! i love love your work, and i was wondering if i could request a chris sturniolo x fem!reader?
maybe reader is also a well known influencer, or an actress or something of the sort, and there’s rumours about her and chris being together that they haven’t really confirmed?
but they are dating and she’s on live one day and he calls her like an intimate pet name, or just overall says something that shows they are in fact together and like the comments on the live just go crazy and stuff and shes like telling chris she’s on live or whatver
im so sorry if this doesnt make sense 🙏🙏
stop bc i requested pretty much this same thing to another author (on wattpad) a few months back, so when i read this request it was such an "i made it" moment (i love u sm, you're just like me fr fr)
baby - c.s
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pairings: chris sturniolo x reader
summary: chris accidentally calls reader 'baby' while she's on live, revealing to the whole world that they're dating/
warning(s): fluff, reader calling chris bro 😔
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i'm sitting on the couch, watching tv, bored out of my mind.
then an idea hits me, i could go on live!
i used to go live a lot with the triplets, but only on their account, so it would be fun to go live on mine.
i open instagram and click the live button, watching the stream fill with thousands of people
"holy shit that's a lot of people" i say with a nervous laugh
"uhh i guess i'll answer any questions anyone has! so feel free to ask anything!" i add, smiling
i read through the comments, lots of them asking where the triplets are
i can't help but notice seeing a few asking if me and chris are dating.
fortunately, those allegations are true! but we've decided to keep it quiet for, just for now.
still, there’s only so much one can hide from the public
and although me and chris haven't said anything, i think everybody knows anyway.
people can see our glances, our gestures, how close we are, it's all pretty obvious.
i answer a few questions like my favorite singer, when my next video is coming out, podcast stuff with the triplets, and just some other various topics.
suddenly i hear the door unlock, looking over at it, but not really caring.
maybe i can get whichever triplet that is to join my live.
chris walks in and i smile in his direction
"hey baby" he says and my expression immediately drops.
i look at him, PALE.
(absolutely terrified to look back at the screen)
"what?" he says, walking closer, i turn my head to the screen, anticipating my death.
i let out a sigh of relief seeing the comments
@ssturniolo BABY???
@strniolo AWWWWWWWW
@lvrsparadise GOODBYE I LOVE THEM.
@ellieswifie this is such a chris and y/n mistake 😭
@lavieenvalentina i'm so happy for them i'll cry
(shoutout to everyone tagged ILY<;3)
as i'm reading the comments, i smile, chris hovering over me reading them too
suddenly he hugs me from behind, squeezing me tight
"chris!" i say laughing
"let me go bro" i whine
"you did not just call me bro" he says, immediately stopping
his death glare makes me laugh
"consider it payback for you calling me baby on live" i say laughing
(him clearly not amused)
"okay fine fine im sorry, guys it's all okay he's not my bro please let me redeem myself" i say joking on the last part
me and chris stay on live for another 30 minutes, answering questions about how we got together and just stuff about our relationship.
"bye guys we love you!!" i say, ending the live
i close out of insta, putting my phone down with an exhausted sigh
"so?" i mumble, anticipating chris's response
"so? so nothing" he say's with a smile and i face palm
"chris! we just told like, the world that we're dating" i laugh
"yeah, and i'm happy about it, like honestly i can't think of a better way it could've happened" he says
we both look at eachother and burst out laughing
"we're a little interesting thats for sure" i say
"i can't believe we tell the world we're dating ON ACCIDENT and then you start calling me bro" chris says, making me laugh harder
"i was nervous! im sorry!" i yell with my hands up in defense
"yeah yeah, it's fine" he says, wrapping his arms around me
"bro" he adds on
"chris i swear to god-"
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photogirl894 · 1 month
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A couple points of note before we venture into Bad Batch season 3 tomorrow...
Let us remember a few things before Bad Batch season 3 begins tomorrow.
It is NOT Dave Filoni that we "blame" for any emotional trauma. It is Jennifer Corbett and Brad Rau 😝 He may be one of the executive producers, but Filoni hasn't been involved in the writing of this show since the pilot, it's all Jennifer and Brad.
Our theories/headcanons are NOT canon! Which also means that if your theories don't pan out, it's NOT "bad writing". WE are not the tellers of this story, we are the receivers of it. We do not determine how this season is going to go. That is Jennifer, Brad and Lucasfilm. So don't get mad and pissy if certain theories don't happen or if things didn't go the way you thought they would. (Unless anyone dies, then you have every right to be mad 😝)
BE! PATIENT!! If we haven't seen certain characters in a while...be patient. They might show up in the next episode or two. You never know. If we haven't had certain questions answered yet...be patient. They'll most likely get answered in time. There are 16 episodes, so not everything is gonna happen at once. It's okay to wonder, but don't be getting mad that certain things haven't happened yet. We've got a couple months of this and it's gonna be a very long ride if you're not patient!
If things happen in the show that you don't agree with, but other people do, don't be rude about it. Either just keep scrolling and don't engage with discussions about those topics if you're not gonna be nice about them or just block the posts/people who talk about them. It's not that hard!
ACT YOUR AGE!! A good majority of us in this fandom are adults. ACT like adults and don't get pissy about things. Get as emotional as you want (cuz we all know it's inevitable), but still be mature about it all. Follow all of the above points and you should be fine. Don't be hateful, don't be rude, don't act like you're better than anyone, etc.
If anyone has other things they think the fandom needs reminding of before tomorrow, feel free to add them!
Otherwise...once more unto the breach, my friends 🥺 We're in for a long, emotional ride, so let's get through it together!
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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months
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Merry and Bright
Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas
Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)
Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.
Word Count: 1.4k+ words
Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.
A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!
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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.
Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.
“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”
You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”
“Sergeant, not a cop.”
“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”
He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.
“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”
Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”
You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.
“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”
“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”
“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”
“Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.
Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.
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“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.
“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”
“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.
“Not exactly.”
“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.
“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.
Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.
“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”
“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.
“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.
“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.
“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.
Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.
“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”
“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”
“How do you-?” Tim asks.
“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”
Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.
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You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.
When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll. 
“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.
“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.
He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.
“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.
“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.
“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”
“I’m not always.”
You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.
“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.
“Thanks for inviting me.”
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After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.
“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”
“It’s a classic,” you agree.
“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.
“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”
Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”
You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.
“Are you sure?” you whisper.
“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.
You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist. 
He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.
“How’d you get off work?” you ask.
“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”
You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”
He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.
“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.
“Until next year?” Tim asks.
“What happens next year?”
“We’ll see.”
“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.
“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.
Merry and Bright, indeed.
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anistarrose · 5 months
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This is my online accessibility (especially image descriptions) masterpost, which I update periodically whenever I find a new resource or guide. I worry this has the side effect of looking overwhelming in scope, so if you're learning about IDs or Tumblr-specific accessibility for the first time, I recommend you start with the first five starred posts.
*Why and how to write image descriptions (with examples linked)
*Accessibility on Tumblr for new users (has templates, also talks about how to tag for flashing lights to accommodate photosensitive folks)
*I see an image and want to describe it: a step by step guide
*Fanart-specific and Tumblr-specific advice for image descriptions
*How to describe screenshots of tags
Why a short ID is always better than no ID
I want to make my posts more accessible, but can’t write IDs myself: a guide
Describing skin tone and describing hair (heads up that the posts themselves are undescribed and were written with fiction writers in mind; potentially still very useful)
Google Doc full of template descriptions for memes
Online image to text converter
How to remember to write descriptions (spoiler: by putting yourself in situations where you see descriptions more often)
Related, a Google doc of described blogs (almost all the blogs linked earlier in this post have tons of described posts and resources too)
(In my opinion, writing IDs is easiest to learn by doing — but especially if combined with watching other people do so. So follow some described blogs!)
Why not to put image descriptions in small fonts/italics (also, some non-definitive thoughts on IDs vs alt text, and why "both" actually makes sense as an answer in many cases)
The People's Accessibility Discord sever (a very friendly community for crowdsourcing image descriptions)
How to make your blog's colors visually accessible - one of the easiest thing on this list!
Other easy things: show love to artists who describe their work, edit descriptions into your original post when someone provides one in the notes, and copy-paste inaccessible (eg, small text or italicized) descriptions as plain text when you reblog!
Lastly, and maybe most importantly, how to continue writing image descriptions while avoiding burnout.
Let me know if any of these links break! I personally don't describe nearly as much audio/video (got those audio processing issues), but if anyone has good guides/blog recommendations for that too, feel free to add on!
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lullabestie14 · 4 days
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Found this comment on Reddit. Couldn’t explain it better than this.
“It’s clear from Mist and Fury that the original ships were: Feysand, Nessian, Elucien, and Mor/Azriel. Like it’s so obvious the way she wrote Mor and Azriel; Mor even seems vaguely interested/torn about Az. Looking at interviews, SJM even talks about Elucien as a couple (eg where would they like to travel together, etc).
Flash forward to ACOWAR. For whatever reason (lack of chemistry with Az, wanting more diversity) SJM has Mor say that she prefers women. This time the Az-pining-for-Mor is more desperate/feels like a zero chance of being requited. SJM also introduces Az as a potential love interest for Elain because she loves throwing a wrench. Just because Elucien are mates doesn’t mean they’ll have it easy; SJM’s whole thing is angst. She had to throw in a love triangle to make it uncertain. This is the first couple where mate status is confirmed upon meeting.
But there’s a problem now. If Az and Mor are no longer endgame, who will they end up with? is it not suspicious that the two new characters introduced in SF (Gwyn and Emerie) just HAPPEN to be potentially be good partners for Az and Mor? Like it’s not a coincidence that Emerie looks at Mor and blushes, remarking how pretty she is. It’s not a coincidence that Az and Gwyn have so many interactions in the text. It’s not a coincidence that a “random side character” shows up in a bonus chapter.
When SJM created Gwyn and Emerie, it wasn’t just to give Nesta friends. These characters clearly didn’t exist when she wrote MAF. SJM wanted new characters that would solve her retcon of ending Az/Mor. She wanted to solve the Mor/Az retcon so bad that she created a NEW RETCON of Az going to Sangravah. Like why bother to add that detail if it’s not important.
Also: poor Lucien. His endgame heroine was supposed to be Nesta until SJM realized they would be terrible together and that Nessian had better chemistry. So she gives Elucien the mating bond. Like is she really going to fuck Lucien over TWICE? She loves him as a character and has put him through the wringer. Yes, I agree that SJM can change her mind and maybe is open to mate rejection, but Lucien has already switched love interests from Nesta to Elain! Who else is he going to switch to, considering that Jurian and Vassa are “at each other’s throats?”
Finally, please think about the number of books left. Ignoring novellas (which are probably gonna be fluffy ones like ACOFAS where nothing happens), there are two main books left. Two couples.
Option A:
• ⁠Gwynriel (Valkyrie growth, Illyrian rebellion, exploring Ramiel, Gwyn’s autumn heritage and maybe lightsinger?? powers)
• ⁠Elucien (Helion secret baby, defeating Koschei, freeing Vassa, fixing spring court)
Option B
• ⁠Elriel (mate rejection storyline, potentially some stuff above)
• ⁠?????
Literally WHO is the second book in this equation? Lucien and Vassa?? We barely know Vassa and there’s barely any connection to Night Court. And Lucien’s book is going to be depressing as fuck dealing with mate rejection; does anyone want to read two heavy books of rejection? Jurian and Vassa: again, we barely know them! At least with Tower of Dawn, Chaol had been a main character for a long time with POV. SJM will not do a full-length Emerie/Mor book as much as I would love for one. She’s very cognizant of criticism re: Mor bi rep in the past; she doesn’t want to open a can of worms and be accused of writing bad sapphic rep. If anything, I can see a fluffy Emerie/Mor novella with little angst (or them getting together in the background of other books).
So from a meta structural level, I don’t understand who the second couple will be if Elriel is endgame. Lucien/Vassa is the most plausible answer, but 1) we barely know Vassa, 2) she’s human and Lucien is immortal. So are we going to toss her into the Cauldron to make her immortal? Serious question, and 3) I don’t want TWO books about mate rejection, it’s depressing as hell. I can see one but not two.
But with Gwynriel and Elucien, you have enormous fan and audience interest in ALL FOUR CHARACTERS. They’re directly tied to Night Court and SJM so far has no intention of staying away from the core group.”
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aziraphales-library · 3 months
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The requests for Christmas fics have started to come in... far, far too late. Remember folks, it takes us months to answer asks and then they're in the queue for a while before publishing.
Luckily this blog is a resource, not simply an ask blog. We already have a #christmas tag you can check for fics we've recommended before!
As a little bonus, here are a few new fics from this year...
City Of Blinding Lights by ShadesOfDeviant (G)
“Well, I sometimes—that is to say—I often considered an early evening walk round the area to see the lights quite the romantic endeavour. Arm in arm under the glow of the fairy lights, I even have a route planned out for should I ever get the chance to go.” “Should you ever get the chance?” Crowley snorts in a way that would be unattractive to almost anyone other than Aziraphale before he folds his newspaper in half and then half again, and casually tosses it onto the coffee table beside him. “You need to be a bit more subtle when you’re aiming for a temptation angel.” He adds with a quick wink before he rolls up onto his feet. AKA: Aziraphale has always wanted to go on a romantic evening walk round London to see all the Christmas lights. Now free of Heaven & Hell and able to openly express his feelings for Crowley, Aziraphale can't think of a better time to implement a plan nearly 40 years in the making.
A Dream Is A Soft Place To Land (may we all be so lucky) by randomramblingsofme (T)
Crowley feels as if the universe won't let him get his feet back under him. He has no plan, is juggling two jobs, coping with chronic pain from an old injury, expertly (so he thinks) hiding a raging crush on the bookseller across the street, and he is currently covered in tree sap. But things could be worse. For example, he could forget all about the Whickber Street Christmas party being hosted by said crush until five minutes beforehand. Oh shit. --- Modern AU, Barista Crowley/Bookseller Aziraphale
Eggnog and Effervescence by RepQueen15 (T)
Crowley turned so as to be able to watch the rest of the movie, and his ear pressed against Aziraphale’s thigh. He felt the angel tremble a little, as though this weren’t just some small service to him either, though that was nothing short of ridicule. Or perhaps…? No. This was just Aziraphale being his perfect, soft self. Though maybe, just maybe, Crowley wasn’t the only one who needed a little more physical contact in his life. *** Crowley and Aziraphale spend a quiet Christmas Eve putting up fairy lights, getting tipsy on eggnog, watching ridiculous Christmas movies and... cuddling.
Here’s a Hand (My Dearest Friend) by perilit (T)
Wherein Crowley allows himself to be comforted in the days leading up to the Christmas holiday, and repays with some comforting of his own.
I’m Dreaming of a Light (and Dark) Christmas by cheeseplants (T)
Aziraphale had begun plotting his revenge a few days after the encounter with the man he had begun to refer to as the demon in his head. Not that he was a vengeful person. He was a good and righteous person who believed it was important to bring light into people's lives. Lights, in fact. Several of them. _______ Two shopkeepers with very different ideas about Christmas battle it out on Whickber Street to create the most extravagant Christmas lights in London. But when the lights go out, they start to find they may have more in common than they first thought. An enemies to lovers human-AU Christmas decorations feud!
If the Fates Allow by catherineland (T)
Crowley makes a shocking discovery: Aziraphale claims to hate Christmas. Crowley’s new mission is to show his angel what he’s been missing.
- Mod D
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matchaxmatcha · 3 months
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ok so me and berrie came up with this silly little idea during her taegyu brain rot moment, tell me what you think about it!
@razsberrie is probably going to contribute to a lot of my works in the future, so I'm making them the tag "brainstorming with berrie" for anyone who's interested in seeing us go delulu together ^^
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Tutor!Taehyun x Tutor!Beomgyu x fem!reader
Warnings: smut, college au, semi-public sex, threesome, marking, biting, cream pie, unedited
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Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who are assigned to tutor you by the biology professor to help you stop from failing class.
Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who realize you're cute, and take this opportunity to make their move on you.
Tutor!Beomgyu who convinces Taehyun to pick a table at the library that only has two chairs, so that you're forced to sit on one of their laps. You decide to sit on Taehyun's lap, thinking it looks the most comfy.
Tutor!Taehyun who smiles at your choice, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on top of your shoulder.
Tutor!Beomgyu who gets annoyed at Taehyun's actions. Why hadn't you chosen him? He was obviously the better option. He was originally going to take things slow with you, but seeing you perched on Taehyun's lap like that just made his blood boil.
Tutor!Beomgyu who sees that you've answered a question wrong on the assignment, pulling you away from Taehyun lap and onto his instead. He plants a kiss on your neck, sucking and biting until he leaves a dark purple mark. He continues to do this for every question you mess up on.
Tutor!Taehyun who finds it suspicious that you're suddenly getting EVERY question wrong. It's almost like you were doing it on purpose to get Beomgyu to keep kissing your neck. "It seems you're not very good at this particular subject are you.... Why don't we switch to a different topic then? How about.... Sex ed?"
Tutor!Taehyun and Tutor!Beomgyu who not only give you a short lesson on sex ed, but also give demonstrations, later asking you to show them what you've learned so they know that you're retaining the information.
Tutor!Beomgyu who slides off your skirt and has you ride him. "You need this experience. Need to know how to make a baby properly. Unless you'd rather fail...?"
Tutor!Taehyun who reads off a list of sex positions out loud, telling Gyu to do these with you. "You have to know and experience every position to ace this class."
Tutor!Taehyun who jacks himself off while watching Beomgyu fuck you.
Tutor!Beomgyu who makes sure you experience everything. An orgasm, squirting, and most importantly.... A cream pie. How else were you supposed to know how to make a baby?
"There you are, filled to the brim with my seed. I think its safe to say you won't be failing for much longer."
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Sorry this is literally all over the place, I feel like I barely did the idea any justice 😭
Feel free to add onto this Berrie, in fact, please do-
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deandoesthingstome · 5 months
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Haunted Fantasy
Pairing: Ghost!Mike x Reader
Summary: Just a little fun.
Word Count: 3.8K
Warnings: 18+, NO MINORS, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), p in v (doggy style), monster fucking (right?).
A/N: This is about half as short as the others, but I still love it and I hope you do, too. This is my first time writing for Mike as main and I hope I did him justice for those of you who live for this guy.
A/N 2: For those of you who picked a different character for this visit, just know, you weren't entirely wrong. He's coming.
A/N 3: And finally, at one point I had imagined these chapters could all stand alone. Walter feels differently, so maybe check out the masterlist if you're new here.
Fantasy Hotel Masterlist
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August was a hit just like you knew he would be. Maybe your best writing yet. Something about the experience with him just brought it out of you and the story flowed from your fingertips to the keyboard as soon as you stepped into your apartment the next morning. 
Yes, you had sprung for an actual overnight. And though he didn’t sleep with you, he was there when you fell asleep and woke again the next day. Apologizing, if you could believe it. He felt he hadn’t truly given you the strict dom experience you had asked for and wondered if he could talk you into a do-over. Maybe even throw in an add-on for free.
You were flattered, but assured him the night had been wonderful and you’d definitely felt satiated this morning. You did want to ask about the…sounds you’d heard the night before, but something told you it wouldn’t be received well so you just thanked him again, enjoyed a little morning coffee while you showered and changed, then headed home. 
Where the story practically wrote itself and was up on the site by the evening.
MNstrluvr: what do you mean? sendmeanangel: it was like someone knew I was in there with August MNstrluvr: so you DO think it was him sendmeanangel: idk. Probably just wishful thinking darkgothnightengale: you have it so bad for him don’t you? sendmeanangel: it’s ridiculous. He must have seen dozens of women in a month or two. I don’t know why i would think he’d be thinking of me ever darkgothnightengale: because August said as much. And Sy too for that matter MNstrluvr: yeah, didn’t Sy tell you Walter rarely uses his gifts during visits? And August said he’d see you at the window. He has it bad for you, too, no doubt sendmeanangel: it doesn't matter anyway. I don’t even know his last name. And i haven’t been able to find any available bookings for him for weeks.   darkgothnightengale: well, are you at least going back? sendmeanangel: if i do, i need something lighter. The room, the bite, August…it was all so intense.  MNstrluvr: so the ghost? sendmeanangel: the ghost
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When you closed the door to room 7-743, you found yourself in what looked like the living room of every house on every sitcom you'd ever seen. TV. Couch. Dad's recliner. Coffee table. End tables. A few bookshelves. A fireplace. Standard middle-class scenery. Nothing ornate or fancy. But also, no bed.
You wondered if the door across from the entry led to a bathroom, or another room, similar to the suite you'd found yourself in with August. Before you could step to the other side of the room to find out, a chill passed through the air around you and just as suddenly, as if to counter the effect, a roaring fire eased to life in the fireplace.
"That's better."
"Hello?" you called out in response to the voice, that was both a whisper and a warm tenor in your ear. "Is anyone there?"
Nothing. No answer. Despite the fire next to you, you felt goosebumps and crossed your arms to rub your hands over your skin.
Another deep breath before you continued across the room, determined to see what was behind the other door. Before you made it, an end table lamp switched on.
"Who's there?" You turned in place, looking for any form in the room that could have turned the light on. You were starting to wonder if this was not the haunting you’d signed up for. As you turned again, you felt a cool breeze drift across your chest, and while it felt nice, it also felt a little invasive. “This isn’t funny.”
“Easy, sweet cheeks. It’s just me.” A not-totally opaque figure appeared right in front of you, wide-eyed and with an apologetic smile. “I probably took that introduction too far. I’m Mike.”
You reached your hand for his and grasped nothing but air while he grinned like a fool at you.
“Cute,” you smiled back, even while wondering if you’d ever get to place your hands on something solid this evening.
“Why, thank you,” he took a small bow as you reached to smack his shoulder and found your hand drifting through air again.
“I wasn’t talking about you,” you laughed.
“Oh? You don’t find me pleasant to look at?” Mike grabbed at his chest and stumbled back as if deeply wounded, and for a moment you thought you really had hurt his feelings. “That’s alright. I have a feeling I can change your mind.” Mike stood tall and wiggled his eyebrows at you. Yeah, he definitely had the height you’d come to desire. You wondered about the rest.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to imply… I was just talking about the…” you waved your hand through the air to indicate his less-than-corporeal state and threw a worried look on your face to match your concern that you’d flubbed this meeting already.
Mike let out a full body laugh. “Don’t worry. I’m only joking. You’re free to like whatever looks you like. Wanna sit?” He swept a transparent arm toward the couch as an invitation. You sat on one side, while he drifted down to the other. “You did know you booked the ghost room, right?”
“I did. I don’t know what I was expecting. Not that, obviously. Sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize, but I should ask. Do you want me to stay in this form?”
“You mean this form that I can’t actually feel?” you teased.
Again as if floating, Mike sidled over the length of the couch and right on next to you. You still couldn’t feel a physical connection, no matter how close to you he appeared to be, though the shiver that ran through your body was certainly not due to his cool temperature. He really was cute, no matter what little word games you’d started to play with him.
“It’s that much of a bummer, huh?”
“I mean…”
“Okay, look. I can do one, or the other, or both.”
“Both?” You were intrigued.
“Yeah, but honestly. This can be good and I’d love to show you. Doesn’t have to be now, though. We can start solid.” Mike raised an eyebrow at you and waited for your nod.
“I think for the storyline, it makes more sense, yeah?”
“Oh, fuck!” he exclaimed, suddenly off the couch as if embarrassed. “I totally spaced that! Yeah, yeah, of course. The scene.”
You laughed out loud. This guy was honestly a trip already and you weren’t even naked. In the next moment, you could suddenly no longer glimpse the room through his translucent form and you stood and took another moment to take it in fully.
Black Chucks, dark-washed blue jeans almost too tight around the thighs and definitely supporting a package that appeared to match his predecessors, plain white tee, and a black leather motorcycle jacket. The perfect delinquent boyfriend planning to sneak into the house once the kids you were watching were sound asleep, their parents still several hours away from returning for the evening. To be fair, you weren't sure how you expected a solid form host to deliver the ghost fantasy, but thankfully it sounded like Mike had a plan. And that had to be plenty of time for some fun.
“I’ll step out for a minute. Reset the scene, okay?” he tilted his adorable head full of somewhat unruly curls at you, gave a ridiculous wink and exited the room. 
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You settled back down on the couch, grabbed the random book sitting on the end table and started to thumb through the pages, as if just settling down after putting the kids to bed. The passage you flipped to caught your attention and you barely even noticed that you’d read through several pages before a loud bump sounded on the ceiling above you, followed by the sound of chains dragging before the window behind you started rattling.
“Jesus! What the fuck!” you exclaimed, already forgetting the story you’d put yourself in. You set your book down and stood, ear tilted up waiting for more noise before you stepped to the window, placing a palm against the glass to still the shaking. You checked the lock and found it holding, so imagined yourself safe again.
You sat back down, picked up the book, flipped a few more pages before you decided to turn on the TV, first glancing at your watch to check the time. He’s got to be close now, you thought. This was the time I told him to come. The kids are out like lights.
The TV sprang to life with a scary movie already in progress. You recognized it and wished Mike were here, already. If you knew the time marker, you were about to be scared out of your wits. The imagery always made you jump, no matter how many times you saw it. Almost on queue, a heavy knock sounded at the door, just as the jump scare presented on screen, and you could swear you heard the chains rattling again.
At your shriek, the door burst open and Mike had you in his arms.
“You okay, sweet cheeks? I heard a scream just as I got here. Sorry I was late.”
“Mike! There’s something in the house. Plus this godforsaken movie.” You clung to your temporary boyfriend, trembling in his arms.
“Whoa, whoa, something in the house?” he inquired with concern. “Want me to take a look?”
“NO! Stay here with me,” you implored him. “Please, Mike.”
“Okay, okay. Come on, let’s sit. But if we hear something else, I’m checking it out, okay?”
You agreed and took a spot on the couch, waiting for Mike to take off his jacket and sit down as well. You cuddled up next to him, curling your knees under you and leaning against his side. You draped a hand over his chest and could hardly stifle a small smile as you felt his firm body beside you. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his hand and fingers caressed your upper arm. 
The movie only got a few more moments of your eyes before Mike’s hand began to wander further and further from your upper arm to instead drape down the front of your collarbone and onto your breast. At your soft moan, Mike gave a small squeeze as if testing the waters further and your response gave him permission to begin to knead in earnest as he bent his head to capture your lips with his.
His kiss was hungry and erratic, a little messy partly due to the orientation of your bodies, which Mike took upon himself to remedy. As deftly as anyone had ever been, he simultaneously withdrew his arm from around your shoulder, turned and pushed you eagerly to your back while he scooped your legs straight to stretch you out beneath him.
He slotted a leg between your thighs and pressed into your tender core as he bent to kiss you again. It was then that you realized the hungry, messy style had nothing to do with body positioning. His tongue swiped over your lips and into your open waiting mouth and you gasped as a hand roamed all over your body, but paid special attention to your breasts.
“Mmm, Mike, that feels so nice,” you moaned.
“I’ll gladly give these amazing tits more attention,” he smirked, pulling the v-neck of your loose t-shirt to give his mouth room to move. You didn’t think about how you would never get the shape back and the shirt was basically ruined, but honestly it wasn’t the most comfortable feeling so you pushed him back a bit to give you space to cross your arms and grab the hem. 
As soon as he saw the motion, he was grappling with your body and the fabric around it with the same frenzy he used to kiss you. It wasn’t exactly a help, but together you removed your shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor as you reclined back to receive him over you again. More kisses, with his lips burning yours and your hands running up his back and neck to grip into his luscious brown wavy hair and hold his face to yours. More grinding of your hips up into his where the growing bulge in his pants pushed into your belly. 
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned into your ear before nipping his way down your neck and back onto your chest. Wet, sloppy kisses trailed down the swell of your breast before he wrapped his kissable lips around your ever-hardening bud, licking and nipping and sucking several moans from you before giving the other nipple the same attention.
At the same time you felt fingers trailing down your tummy and into your jeans, where they slipped between the fabric of your underwear and the slick already seeping from you.
“Holy pussy, you are wet!” Mike exclaimed and you giggled, relishing the lightness of the evening. This was simply a little fun, with a bit of strapping young fluff and you were grateful for the time already.
“It’s all for you, baby. I get so wet for you. Can’t wait to feel you.”
Mike dove for your lips again, pressing his tongue into your mouth and his fingers into your burning core. He was driving you crazy and you never wanted it to stop. Mike withdrew his fingers only long enough to pop the button and pull the zipper down on your jeans, allowing more space for his hand to snake behind your panties and curl into your aching cunt.
With what felt like very practiced ease, he stroked and nudged your walls, pushing in and pulling out while he pressed a thumb against your tender pearl. With every new moan of pleasure, Mike slid his fingers a little deeper and crooked them a little more until he found a spot that clearly made you scream in a way that was so completely unlike the one he heard when he re-entered the room that he had to crack a wide grin, knowing he was making you come undone. He kissed the last of your gasps away, still stroking slow and lazily around your soaked folds.
You let him place one last deep kiss on your lips before you gathered your wits and pressed him back, moving up and over to straddle his lap. It was your turn now to kiss him deep while your fingers curled around an article of his clothing and you urged him to lift his arms so you could remove his shirt. With the break of the kiss he found time to ask a quick question.
“Are you sure they won’t be back soon?” he asked, still playing along with the fantasy that you had made up for the room.
“Mike, since when have you cared if you get caught fucking the babysitter?” you teased. 
“You’re right, I don’t. But I think you do, so we have time, right?”
God he was so sweet. “Yeah, baby. We have all the time we need. Now sit back and let me make you feel good.”
You pressed up to standing so you could step your legs inside his and kneel in front of him. Once you’d pulled off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans, he helped you drag them down with a press of his hips up off the couch. God, you wanted to feel that press into you.
You licked your lips to get ready as you pulled them all the way off, along with his underwear. You were positively salivating. From your spot on the floor, you took him into your mouth and began to bob, slowly at first, building up saliva to lubricate your movements before you started to really go for it.
When he put his hand on the back of your head, the moan you let go reverberated through your body. As you peered up at him through your eyelashes, you saw him toss his head back as he pushed one last time into your throat before he stilled both his hips and your head and held you there, telling you how he was "about to come in that pretty little mouth of yours, just gimme a minute cause I don’t want to finish just yet, and oh fuck!" the moment you wiggled your tongue in your mouth and sent him over the edge.
He had just pulled you back up into his lap, pressing your chest against his and kissing you again, completely unfazed by any lingering come he might encounter as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, when the noise returned.
You jumped right off his lap, grabbing for any shirt you could reach and holding it over your chest.
“Jesus, sweet cheeks. You weren’t joking,” Mike said, bending to grab his pants. “I’m checking it out. Stay here.”
You looked around the room, trying to identify the safest place to huddle up. Why you decided standing with your back against the door was it, you couldn’t really say. Mike stepped back to the door on the opposite side of the room. The one you’d never had a chance to open. You had no idea where he was going.
Or how long he’d be gone.
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It had to be two hours later, when you woke up to find yourself curled up on the couch, Mike’s shirt all the way on, your feet freezing. Had you really fallen asleep waiting for Mike to come back? Had you bothered to call anyone? What had happened? 
You heard a door open and shut and sat up quickly, expecting to see Mike returned from wherever but instead you saw nothing. No one was there.
You felt a chill near you for a brief moment before it started to warm against the skin on your back, and you felt the breath on your nape. 
“I told you. I’m gonna take real good care of you,” the voice whispered in your ear while invisible fingertips slipped the shirt from your body, pausing for a moment to appreciate that you hadn’t put your bra back on. You arched into the squeeze and wished that when you lifted your arms behind your head, you’d have been able to grab onto the back of his head as he continued to nuzzle into your neck.
Instead you felt a gentle pull and push that had you backed up against the back of the couch, slouched low so that your jeans came off easily enough. Funnily, you hadn’t bothered to re-zip or button them before you fell asleep apparently.
You didn’t have time to think about that any longer because suddenly, the most amazing, ethereal touch was drifting up one thigh and then the other before settling back inside your pussy. And for a few moments, it felt so familiar and you trusted Mike to get you where you needed to go now, the same way he did then.
But he didn’t. What he did instead was put his ghostly mouth right on your flower, slipping the feeling of a tongue deep in your core as if he were a bee seeking the nectar. There was nothing for you to do but enjoy it. There was no head to clasp onto, no hands to reach for, no face to caress. There was only the exquisite feeling of having your pussy eaten, with licks and sucks in the exact right combination to keep you moaning and begging for mercy even though he knew you could take more.
You were right there, almost there, you could feel it and then it was suddenly gone and your eyes sprung open when you heard the voice in your ear.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I could do that all night, but fuck what I really want right now is to bend you over and fuck you. Can I do that? I’ll go back down if that’s what you want, but I would love to make you come all over my cock. Wrapped of course.”
You were dumb-struck, trying to swim back to shore. You’d been so close and you thought it was over, but every word that dripped out of his mouth made you clench around nothing and you wanted to be clenching around something. 
“Fuck yes, Mike. Fuck. Please fuck me,’ you pleaded. 
And you were well rewarded. A gentle, but urgent force shifting you to bend over, knees on the edge of the couch, hands braced against the back. Sounds of crinkly wrapper. Faint rubbery squeaks as he struggled to fit the condom over his erection. Pop of top and cool liquid rubbed into your heat. Tip pressed in, head popped through, length dragging along your insides. In and out and for all you knew there was an actual body behind you, fucking you into the back of this couch like there was no tomorrow. A body you were bucking back against as well.
When you twisted your head back, to try to get a glimpse, to try to see what this guy looked like fucking into you with wild abandon, angling to reach all the good spots, you saw nothing. It was like you were just going through the motions in some kind of fever dream, but it felt so fucking real. 
And it sounded real, too. Because for as many moans and gasps and ohs and fuck yeahs that come out of your mouth, the same number of sensual and mind melting sounds came from him somehow too,
“Fuck, yeah, sweet cheeks. Fuck back onto my cock. Just like that.”
“God Mike, I’m gonna come again.”
“Yeah you are. You’re gonna come all over this cock. Just like that.”
And with that he managed to speed up just enough to send himself careening over the edge, widening and pulsing inside you, so that you, too, got to join him on the trip back to the bottom. From the highest of the highs. You felt like you were floating.
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When you woke up again, you were back in Mike’s shirt, a blanket over your lap, and Mike’s arm around you as you rested your head in his lap. Him. Solid Mike. Jeans and socks. Nothing else.
“There you are, sweet cheeks. Have a good nap?’ he grinned down at you.
“I don’t think I had any other choice but to try to recoup some energy after you completely and totally fucked me into the void. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Mike replied in a tone you could tell was meant to dispel your concern. “Sweet cheeks, we have as long as you need.”
It took you a moment, but you finally realized what he was saying.
“Do you have the same gift Walt, uh, the werewolf, has?” you asked, hoping Mike didn’t hear your slip.
“Yeah, sweet cheeks, Marshall and me have the same gift.”
Well, no luck. Wait a minute…
“Who’s Marshall?” you asked.
“Walter. Walter Marshall. Our werewolf,” Mike answered. “Well, former werewolf.”
It was like a record scratch. You knew now why finding a slot with him had proven so hard lately. And you knew his last name.
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IM OBSESSED WITH UR CROSSOVER IDEA, BUT I GOTTA ASK QUESTIONS
1: When Donnie grows to be 14-16, does that mean his bros are gonna be 30? Or does time work diffrently? (Ex: Time works 4x faster in RISE universe)
2: When did Danny adopt Don? In guessing somewhere from year 2012 since that prob when he died
3: you mentioned that RISE!Donnie and Don become friends, just what is the age difference exactly?
4: How would the brother reunite? (If they do) do they accidentoy get thrown into the dimension and be like “ah nit this again and find Don? Or will they meet their other versions and itll go like this:
“Oh that Don, the mafias son-“
“DONNIE?”
(sorry if this a lot pf questions and you don't wanna spoil/ don’t have this planned out, im just rlly excited. No pressure to answer)
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GVAJSUSYBS IM GLAD YOU LIKE IT!
Honestly, the AU was for anyone who wanted to pick it up cause I'm not known for staying on top of things, but I'm happy to answer any questions anyway susnwkjs!
1) They will srill be the same age. Fortunately, time isn't all that different, well sorta. Donnie, despite dying around 2012 or so(the timeline is a mess, fuck time travel) would've been reincarnated to around 2002-2004 in the Rise Universe. So when they eventually go to get Donnie, it would've been only a few months since his death, but in the rise universe, he's been there his whole life.
So I suppose a better answer would be, fuck it we ball. Or really, they went to the future (~ ._.)~
2) Danny adopted Don in 2002-2003. Why? Cause I've made enough angst aus for my liking 😔
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3) Don is older by 2 years. So Donatello looks up to him.
4)They do reunite! :D I'm not sure what specifically since I have many ideas on how, most include April if not, then Donatello doing something silly to show how amazing he is. Either way, when they get there, it won't be easy, obviously, since Don was raised there and is not gonna believe these random weirdos that look like him and come and tell him he doesn't belong there. The kid probably has enough imposter syndrome.
Although...
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I do think this is funny.
Feel free to add to this AU! It would be greatly appreciated ehjekwuw
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Drive With You Forever
Chapter 4.5: Fumbling through intimacy
Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader
Chapter summary: Max helps out our reader with exploring themselves
Warnings: It's just smut. P in V sex, innocence corruption, minor dom/sub vibes, oral (both receiving), fingering
Notes: I decided I wanted to explore how Max and our protagonist would figure this out. Max had experience, and the reader has litterly never tried anything.
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She knew about it. Hanna had explained sex to her. What she'd not explained was the things leading up to it.
Her and Max had been together romanticly for six months now. Though they had discovered they had felt things for each other for longer.
It's the end of a race weekend, and Max had taken the win. They were supposed to go to an after party but Max had kissed her. Then, he kissed her again. And again. And now his tongue was down her throat.
They'd gotten thos far before, but never further. Something about tonight felt different. Max was high on his confidence, and she was feeling open to new things.
Plus, if her vision is right, she doesn't want to add a third without getting to this stage as two. It sounds weird outloud but makes sense in her head.
Max pulls away for air. Leaving both of them panting. He's searching her face for confirmation he's reading this right. "Do you want to go further tonight? We don't have to-"
"No, I want to, I've just never done anything like this before."
Max thinks for a moment. "Have you ever touched yourself?"
She looks at him skeptically. "Like in my own body? Because don't we all touch ourselves all the time?"
Her answer tells him everything he needs to know. Something about the innocence in her eyes turns him on even more.
He sometimes forgets that she is barely on any social media. She uses Google if someone can't answer her questions. She reads novels that he can just tell from the cover don't have any sex scenes.
They've watched some movies where things got heated, but she always cringes and turns her head away. Yelling at Max to skip past it.
Max puts his lips back on hers. "Jump." He orders in-between breaths.
She obliges, and Max catches her weight. His hands tucked firmly under thighs. He walks them to the bed and tosses her on it.
"If you need to stop or even get a tiny bit uncomfortable, say the word and I'll clean you up and we can go to bed."
She nods her head. Something about his tone is making her excited. She felt that warm feeling in her stomach before but had never known what to do with it. Maybe this will help her understand.
Max crawls over the top of her. His kisses now leave her lips to travel elsewhere. He places them around her ear, her jaw, then her neck. The collar bone, though, has her making a noise.
Her hand covers her mouth in embarrassment. Much to Max's displeasure. He removes her hand from her face and holds it in his.
"You can make sounds. It means I'm doing a good job." He smirks. Then he continues kissing her.
His free hand plays with the hem of her shirt. Still the Ferrari shirt she was wearing fir the race.
"I've always liked you better in blue. Can I take this off, please, love?"
"Sure." It definitely does not sound confident. Something about Max right now was making her feel things she had never before.
Soon, her shirt is discarded to somewhere in the room. Max makes quick work of his also and tosses it to the void.
Skin on skin in a new place has her whining. Max is taking his time, memorizing every inch of her torso with his lips. He takes care to kiss every single scar he can make out.
Now he's eyes her waistband. Her jeans definitely weren't the most stylish thing, but they are comfortable. "Can I get these off of you?"
"Please." The new word came out on its own. Max's pupils dilate at the miniscule beg. He somehow stripped her of the jeans faster then her shirt.
His jeans are next. He's doing his best to make it even so she feels comfortable.
Her mouth falls open. Max had always been rather attractive to her, but lord this was another level. She reaches out to him before he can continue kissing her everywhere. Her fingers dance across his chest through the lines of his abs.
His thighs, though, hold her attention for longer. The way the muscles are flexing with every movement. Her hands run along the sides of them, and Max is in heaven. He hums his approval at her motions.
"I had a plan in mind, but you seem to have taken a liking to something in particular."
Max throws himself back on the bed. Pulling the females body in between his legs. "You can explore me if you want." He encourages.
She takes her time learning his body. How kisses feel in different places. Her hands find every outline of his thighs. Max is putty in her hands. He guides her to different areas. Letting their bare skin touch more and more.
It's not long before she gets eager to move forward. Her fingers tug at the waistband of his boxers.
"Can I?" She stutters. Her cheeks are turning pink. She was copying his words from when he took off her clothes.
Max kisses her again reassuringly. "Go ahead." He whispers into her neck. His hot breath sticks to her skin.
She tugs them down and off completely. Her eyes widen just a bit. She's clueless now. Her eyes moving between him and his dick.
Max grabs her hand and guides her to him. He leads her through some small touches, letting her get used to new sensations and textures. Then she's stroking him and his mouth falls open.
She looks pleased at herself now. His actions bring some confidence back to her.
"Do you want to try something else?"
Again, she's eager, but Max dosen't want to take advantage.
"If you feel comfortable, you can use your mouth instead of your hand."
To her credit, she is trying. Her body repostions so she can reach him. She eyes Max again. Looking for some sort of instruction. He guides her head to him.
You'd think she's done this before with how easily he slides down her throat. He's still guiding her but not holding her there. He kets her do things at her own pace. "If you need a break or need to breathe, just come back up. I won't be upset."
She doesn't, though. The taste is weird, and her mouth is sore, but she continues. Max is a moaning mess beneath her, and the pain is stimulating. She finds comfort in pain, and this is no different.
"Fuck- I'm gonna cum if you keep going." Max is writhing now. His hands tangled up in her hair. Her hands are still tracing around his thighs.
Cum. That's a word she hadn't heard yet. Well, she had, but she didn't know what it meant.
Max is twitching now. His legs are shaking. She makes eye contact with him to check if he's okay and it sends him over the edge.
He spills into her throat. His muscles twitching as he hits his high.
She doesn't pull off, though. She's coughing and gagging, but she's still there. It takes max, pulling her off to get her to stop.
Her mouth is drenched with her spit and his cum. Her eyes are teary from the soreness.
He wipes her mouth with his hand. "Do you need water? I'm sorry I probably should have warned you sooner-"
She dosent say anything, just points to the sink. Indicating she does want water.
Max gets up to get her some. She takes the glass thoughtfully. Swishing it around her mouth before swallowing.
Max is cradling her. "You did so good schat. You are absolutely amazing."
She melts into him. His words are a stark contrast from those she heard growing up. His eyes scan her face. "Do you want to keep going?"
She nods her head again.
"Words this time love."
"Yeah, I want to try more things.”
"How are you feeling?" Max is back to caressing every inch of her body.
"It's warm in some areas, I guess." She shrugs. The feeling is hard to describe out loud.
Max knows exactly what she's talking about. He's already tugging at the waistband of her underwear.
"Can I take these off of you."
She nods her head and then quickly slips a yes in there. Remebering he said to use her words. She's not super sure why words are neccecary, but if it makes him comfortable, then she'll run with it.
Max slides the rest of her clothing off with ease. Taking special care to admit every aspect of her body. Running his fingers along every scar.
She leans into his touch. The mild insecure feeling she had at his his initial hungry gaze now gone.
Max gently guides her down, and she just lets it happen. Confused at every moment, but she trusts him to let him guide her.
He spreads her legs apart and sets himself in between them, placing chaste kisses along her inner thighs. Hums of pleasure slip past her lips.
His tongue hits her most sensitive area. A place she's never touched. A place nobody has ever touched. That fact alone is probably what has her whining at the single action.
Max is lapping at her. His tongue memorizing her taste. His teeth barely graze her.
She doesn't understand the feeling. It's amazing, and yet her body is trying to pull away. Her hands are still at her sides, clutching the bed.
Max takes one of her hands and sets it in his hair. The new sensation only adds to the pleasure. His arms wrap under her legs, and his hands grip into her waist, effectively holding her in place.
Her moans set him alight. Determind to bring her to the edge. He works his tongue furiously. Coating her in endless layers of his saliva.
Something is building inside of her. A new sensation she's never had before. It's hot, and it's good, and she never wants it to end.
"Max I-" He doesn't let her get her words out. The coil in her snapping and white heat flooding through every inch of her.
She's leaking her pleasure into his mouth. Her back and body trying to escape from his hold.
Max keeps her held in place as he brings her through her high. His name falling from her lips as a prayer.
He pulls back finally. Not bothering to wipe his mouth as he pulls her into a hungry kiss. The taste is new to her, but she doesn't care.
She tries to get more even as he's pulling away. Their breaths heavy. She wants to keep going. She wants to feel that high again.
Max holds her for a minute, keeping her face an inch away from his. "Do you want to keep going? We can stop if this is to much."
"No, I- that felt good - I want more of whatever thay was." She pants.
Max smiles. "You mean an orgasm?"
"Sure?"
He laughs and pulls her in again. Successfully pushing her back down and straddling over the top of her.
He keeps his lips on hers as his fingers begin toying with her entrance. He searches her eyes, the pleading look she's giving him enough to send him over the brink again.
He slips his middle finger inside of her. Her little gasp against his lips and buck of her hips makes him excited.
He keeps his eyes glued to her face. His free hand settles on her breast as he slips another finger in. The flow of his hand making her bite her lip.
Her moans are picking up, and shes already trying to chase her high again. Max takes this as his signal to pull his fingers out.
She looks at him, confused and frustrated. "Need to be in you." He mumbles into her skin.
Max reaches for the nightstand where he smartly put a condom before they could get far. His mind made sure he did something rational first. He tears it open and slips it over himself.
Again, the female beneath him looks confused. Whatever the question is, he'll have to answer it later.
He lines himself up with her. "This is probably going to sting. If you need a break or need to stop just tell me."
"Okay."
Then he's slowly sliding himself into her.
He's right, she thinks, or does her best to. It burns. But it's a pleasant burn. It's a good kind of pain compared to the one she's used to causing herself.
Max is watching her face and body for signs to stop and slow down. However, the blessed out look on her face as she takes him entirely makes him think she likes it more then what they were doing before.
"Are you okay?" He pants. Bottoming in out in her. The warmth and tightness of it all make words difficult for him.
"Better then okay."
Then he's moving. Slowly at first, letting them both adjust. The glossy look in her eyes and sounds falling from her mouth pull him closer to the edge.
She's taking every inch of him. Her arms wrap around his body, pulling him closer to her. Their skin rubbing against each other. Moans filling the empty space of the room.
It doesn't take long for them to both get there. Max can feel her clenching around him. "You're doing so good for me. You feel better than I'd have ever imagined."
Their on the edge. Max is getting sloppy, and her nails are digging into his skin, only encouraging him to continue.
"Let go."
Then their their. Strings of the others' names fall from their lips. Max slips into his mother tongue as he finishes. Every one of her muscles is twitching.
Max slows himself. Wiping tears that had escaped her eyes. Doing his best to pull out gently.
Her eyes look foggy. Max's lingering touch the only thing keeping her grounded to reality. He plants kisses on her face before standing up to clean himself and starting a bath.
When he comes back into the room, she's sitting there awkwardly. Like she doesn't know what to do with herself.
Max finds himself kneeling in front of her. "Do you need anything? Are you hurting?" His concern for the girl evident.
She shakes her head. Not knowing what she should do now or what she needs. "Was that good? Did I do well?" She's asks. The initial insecurities coming back into play.
Max cradles her face. "You are absolutely perfect."
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