#mmm i was just thinking about today and realized i fucked up a work thing again

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 3.9k

Includes- Fingering, pussy eating, blow job, deepthroating, cum eating, shower sex, wall sex, floor sex, cock riding, sex from behind, missionary, squirting, multiple orgasms for both, fluff

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This is the San 3-4 part fic that won the poll~ Final Part

One month later

San POV

She giggles as I pull her into the shower with me

"Sannie", she laughs as I wrap my arms around her, her back against my chest, holding her under the water

I smile as she leans back, her head against my chest, staying in my arms

"Water's nice and warm. At least you got the temperature right"

"Mm hmmm", I answer, too preoccupied with the feel of her in my arms after such a long time

I got swamped with work and had no time to hang out with her for over a month

Today is the first day I have free

But I haven't stop thinking about her once

It was just about sex at first until my thoughts changed to something else

I think about holding her, sleeping next to her, hearing her laugh

And kissing her

I fantasize about kissing her

How it'd feel, how soft her lips would be, how her tongue ring would feel, how she'd taste

And how her kiss would affect me

I'm almost certain it would completely ruin me

Yeah, I fell in love

I didn't even realize it was happening but as soon as I started wanting her, not sex, I knew

I'm in love

I'm not scared or worried though

I know I want her and I asked her over tonight to tell her how I feel

I'm just waiting for the right time

As soon as she came over, she said she needed to shower, so here we are

She slides one of my hands up her body to her boob and I automatically squeeze it

"Mmm", she murmurs, leaning her head back more

I look down at the view of her pretty body, getting so turned on

Moving my other hand down, I press into her clit, rubbing slowly

"Fuck, Sannie", she murmurs, her hand wrapping around my arm, holding on tightly

"Feels good naekkeo?", I whisper, moving my hand from her boob to her neck, tilting her head all the way back as I lean down, pressing a kiss to her neck

Her soft skin trembles under my lips, making me smile into the kiss

She nods, "So good Sannie"

Moving my hand on her clit down, I slide my fingers into her tight wet hole, feeling her clench tightly around them

Her free hand lands on my thigh, her fingers digging into my skin, soft beautiful moans coming from her gorgeous mouth

I move my fingers slowly, in and out, spreading her pussy, making sure my fingers rub her spot every stroke

My name spills from her mouth and I swear I've never loved hearing my name as much as I do when she says it

I move my hand faster, a river pouring from her pussy right to my hand, my palm rubbing her clit at the same time

Her legs shake as her pussy pulses harder

"Gonna cum for me naekkeo?", I ask, kissing her neck again

She moans, her eyes closed as she nods

"Good girl", I praise her, finger fucking her hard, "Need you to cum now so I can eat your pretty pussy"

God, I crave her taste, crave her clit in my mouth, my face buried in her pussy

Fuck, I need it now

Sliding my fingers inside her, I rub her spot, making her cum

"Sannie", she whines, "Sannie"

"Mm baby, good girl", I praise her, massaging her spot, letting her cunt squeeze my fingers tightly, riding it out, "Coming so good for me"

When she finishes, I pull my hand away immediately putting my fingers in my mouth, sucking her off them as I close my eyes

Oh my god, so fucking good

I feel myself being pushed against the wall, pleasure engulfing my cock, spreading through my body

I open my eyes, looking down, her mouth around my cock, sucking hard

"Baby", I choke out, watching her move back and forth on my length, going down a little more each time

"Mmmm", she murmurs, pulling me out, licking up along my length, her hand jerking me off at the same time, "Wanted to suck your cock for so long baby"

"Yeah naekkeo?", I ask, breathing heavily

She nods, "Yeah. You said I could suck your dick again last time remember?"

I nod, remembering

She smiles, taking me in her mouth again, her tongue running all along my length, the ball of her tongue ring feeling so fucking good

Pressing her tongue firmly on the underside of my cock, she starts sucking and I let out a loud moan at the sheer bliss, so glad I have the wall behind me to lean on

I watch her move down my length every few sucks, taking me deeper in her throat

"Fuck naekkeo", I moan, moving my fingers into her hair, playing with the strands as she completely deep throats me, my cock sliding into her tight throat

She swallows, pleasure running up my spine from the squeeze

I watch her bob up and down my cock, taking all of me again and again, the blow job messy just how she knows I like it

She switches between sucking and bobbing, moaning as she does like she loves sucking dick

Which I think she does

Watching my cock move in and out of her mouth is mesmerizing, I can't keep my eyes off her

I never had any blow jobs as good as hers

"Mmm", she moans, lifting her teary eye to mine

"What baby? What do you want?"

Her hands move to my hips, holding on

She slides down to my head, then surges up, pulling me forwards at the same time, my cock going in so deep

She looks back up at me, pleading in her eyes

I know what she wants and fuck, I'm so glad she's asking

"You want me to fuck your throat?"

She nods, those beautiful fucking eyes of hers on me

God, I can fall into those eyes every single day

"Yeah, baby I can do that for you"

She nods, moving down my cock, sucking on my head

"Ready baby?", I ask

She nods

We move together, her slipping back up while I thrust into her mouth, my cock going so deep in her throat

She lets out a completely pornographic moan that sounds so hot, her voice vibrating blissfully along my length

After that one move, it's like a frenzy, her bobbing as fast as she can, me pummeling her throat, out of this world pleasure taking over

My legs are shaking as I moan uncontrollably, watching her take every stroke into her mouth and moan for more

Her nails dig into my skin, the pain mixing with the pleasure in a blissful way I never felt before

"Fuck, such a good slut", I groan, "You love sucking my cock don't you?"

"Mmmm", she moans, choking around my length, that sound so pretty

"Yeah you love my cock down your throat", I moan, thrusting, my dick throbbing hard, I'm so close, "Couldn't wait to drop to your knees to suck me off"

She nods, the tears running down her face, so pretty

"Gonna swallow all of my load baby girl?"

She nods, pleading in her eyes

That look and the next thrust in combined with her sucking has me seeing starts as I cry out her name, spilling my cum down her throat

"Joanne fuck"

She sucks eagerly, swallowing rapidly, groaning, her eyes closed, her face looking like she's tasting the best thing in the world

It blows my mind

She sucks me through it, my body shaking as I come down from the orgasm

She slowly pulls off, her tongue licking at my slit, getting everything that's leaking

"So good Sannie", she murmurs

I blush as I help her stand, then I go down, sitting against the wall, pulling her closer to me until her gorgeous cunt is in my face

Not wasting any time, I pull one for her legs over my shoulder and bury my face in her sweet pussy, my tongue roaming all over her

I moan in happiness as her delicious taste washes over my tongue, my face already drenched in her sticky juice

"Sannie", she whimpers, her hand sliding in my hair, her fingers tightening in the strands

I keep my hands on her ass, holding her right against me as I lick up and down, closing my eyes as I'm in heaven

I slide my tongue into her hole, her pussy clenching on it, the throbs going down to my cock, slowly making me hard again

I slowly tongue fuck her, making sure I get as much as my tongue in as I can, wiggling it around, feeling her squeeze with every thrust

Her hips move against my face as I devour her, getting turned on by how fast she's moving

My tongue slides up, lavishing her clit in little licks

"Yes Sannie", she cries, fueling me to go faster

Her leg shakes next to my head, her other one she's standing on buckling

Quickly I wrap my arm around her leg, helping her stay up

"I'll never let you fall naekkeo", I tell her softly, gazing up at her

She smiles softly, her fingers running through my hair, sending tingles down my spine

"I know baby", she answers softly

I'm glad she knows

I'll never let anything bad happen to her

I'll always protect her

I realize I'm just staring at her so I go back to her pretty pussy

Sucking her clit in my mouth, I tug on her, her moans so loud

Her pussy gets wetter with every suck, her cream sliding down my neck and I'm living for it

I slurp around her clit, loving the way it throbs in my mouth

I'm fully hard again, ready to go as soon as she cums

I squeeze her cute behind, her hips resuming fucking my mouth

"Sannie", she cries, her chest heaving, one of her hands over me, against the wall, her eyes watching me

The next suck makes her scream my name, coming hard in my mouth

I move my tongue down to her hole, licking up her creamy cum, then sliding up, sucking on her clit again as she orgasms

I continue the movements while she creams my face and I eagerly swallow every last drop, moaning at how utterly good she tastes

Only when I'm sure I got all her cum, I move my face back and help her move her leg from my shoulder to the floor

"Tastes so good naekkeo", I tell her as I kiss her thigh, her cheeks turning red

She takes my hands, pulling me up

Standing and moving closer to her, I look down at her, falling into her insanely beautiful eyes and I can't stop myself

I lean down, crashing my lips into hers, finally kissing her

And I was so right

Complete and utter ruin

Her arms move around my neck, kissing me hard, her tongue against mine

The ball of her ring runs along my tongue and fuck me, it's amazing, sending chills down my spine

Her kiss is fucking incredible, it absolutely wrecks me

Gripping her hips, I lift her up, her legs wrapping around me, leaning her against the wall

Her body is pressed against mine as much as she can be, her fingers in my hair, kissing me desperately

I kiss her back the exact same way, never wanting to stop, never wanting this feeling to end, never wanting her lips apart from mine again

The kiss slowly ends, both of us reluctant to pull away, both of us breathing heavily from the intensity

Our eyes meet and I know, now is the moment

"I love you", I tell her, not knowing what to expect but knowing that I can't keep quiet anymore

Whatever happens happens but I need to tell her

She smiles brightly at me, her hand against my cheek, "I love you Sannie"

"Yeah?", I ask, a smile bursting on my face as her words sink in

She nods, "I love you baby"

"I love you naekkeo"

"Mine?", she asks, her fingers playing with my hair

"All yours. Always yours", I assure her

She nods, "Me too. Yours I mean"

I grin, so fucking happy

"Kiss me Sannie", she asks, "Need your kisses"

"Need yours too naekkeo", I murmur, then kiss her again, everything I felt from the first kiss roaring back

Our tongues are immediately playing with each others, moaning at the same time, her soft skin oressed against mine

My cock is right at her entrance and I start moving, sinking into her slowly

I revel in the feeling of her stretching around me, sucking me in greedily, utterly soaking my cock

Her arms tighten around my neck, her kiss becoming more wild

I bottom out, my head rubbing her spot, her body shaking against me deliciously

"Mm naekkeo", I murmur between kisses, loving the way her cunt pulses around me, "I swear I can stay inside your pussy forever. I can kiss you forever"

"Me too Sannie", she whispers, "I could be with you every minute of everyday. I love you"

"I love you so much Jo", I tell her, my heart bursting in joy hearing her say those words

The words I want to hear only from her

Our lips are back against each others as I stay buried inside her, both of us holding each other tightly

I need more room, I can't be with her the way I want to in this cramp space

Opening the shower door, I carry her out of the shower and bathroom

Her lips press against my neck as I hurry down the hall, clouding my brain and I close my eyes

Of course right at that time I trip over something and I slam into the wall, sliding down, us falling in a heap

Fuck, what a dumbass I am

I'm about to apologize, when she grabs my chin, tilting my head back, her lips against mine in a searing kiss

I don't think, kissing her back, letting her maneuver me to the carpet on my back, my cock engulfed in her pussy right away

She moans in my mouth as she takes me, each inch stretching her wider and wider, until she gets me all in and grinds on my dick, her pussy pulsing blissfully

She breaks the kiss, sitting up, her hand on my abs as she slides up my length then surges back down hard

"Fuck!", we both yell, her hips rocking on my cock once I'm back inside her

She bounces wildly, moaning so loudly as her tight pussy takes my cock again and again, her fingers digging into the skin of my abs

Her legs are spread wide, giving me a completely perfect view of her cunt creaming and swallowing my cock

She's so fucking beautiful it's stupid

"Yes Sannie", she moans as she bounces, the sound of her ass hitting my legs so loud and so erotic, "Feels so good. Perfect cock Sannie"

"Mmm baby, you got the perfect pussy. Wanna be inside you all fucking day", I groan, the pleasure in absolutely every inch of my body

She nods, her head slightly tilted back, her eyes closed as she whimpers, "Stay baby"

"I will baby. Fuck I will"

Fuck, the way she moves on me is hypnotic, bouncing then rocking on my length, her spot rubbing along my head

Her pretty boobs bouncing for me, her tummy bulging when my cock is inside her, her beautiful voice calling my name

And she's mine

All mine

Just that thought makes me so giddy

She makes her pussy tight, purposely clenching along my cock as she moves up and down, making everything feel so much better

I'm so glad my girlfriend can do that with her pussy

Hell, I'm glad she wants to do that for me, glad she wants to give me as much pleasure as I want to give her

It's also fucking fantastic that my girlfriend loves my cock this much

Feelings mutual since I love her pussy that much too

She whines, her throbbing pussy so tight around my shaft she's choking it

"Cum for me naekkeo", I ask, "Wanna see you cum for me"

Dying to see it

"San! San!", she cries, her body arching beautifully as she squirts all over my cock and lap

"Fuck Jo!", I cry, not able to hold it back

Letting go, I cum hard, ecstasy blasting in my body, her pussy milking my cock for all my cum

"Oh god baby", I groan as she sits completely on my cock, squeezing so pleasurably

Jesus Christ, its so fucking good

"Don't stop", I groan, wanting more, so much more, "Fuck me. Make me hard again. Fuck me"

She nods, bouncing on my cock as I'm still coming, her cunt squeezing all along my length as she slides her pussy up and down

It's not overstimulating at all, more pleasure hitting me, my cock staying hard inside her

"Yes baby. Fuck, love this pussy", I groan, "Love you"

"Love you too Sannie", she pants

I don't want her to be tired so I pull her down against me

I roll us over, kissing her passionately, getting her under me

Pulling out, I flip her over with her getting on her hands and knees

I slide back in, watching her hole spread wide, her cunt leaking so much cream, it's dripping to the floor

"Fuck", I groan, shoving my cock all in

I waste no time, pounding her little cunt right away, going so deeply into her

"San", she moans, moving her hips back, meeting my thrusts, her pussy creaming my cock even more

"Mm baby, yes", I moan, the pleasure running in my veins so fucking astounding, "So good naekkeo. Fuck, I love you so much"

"I love you Sannie", she whines, getting so tight as we move together

I slam into her spot with each stroke, her pussy a loud sloppy mess

"My pussy's so fucking loud. You hear it baby?", I ask, the wet sound of us fucking taking over the hallway

"Yes, Sannie", she cries

I move my hands along her back, feeling her soft skin shivering under my fingers

"Sannie", she moans, making me smirk

I continue to touch her back with one hand, sliding the other around her waist, moving my fingers along her swollen clit

"Fuck", she cries with a jolt, her legs spreading wider for me

I play with her clit, her pussy making a bigger mess, that tiny hole so pretty opening for me

"Gonna cum for me?", I ask, pounding her harder, rubbing her clit faster

She nods, moaning loudly, her pussy going crazy on my dick

"Yes naekkeo. So close", I urge her, "You know you wanna cum on my cock. All over me"

"San! San!", she cries, falling over the edge, her pussy squirting all over

Pleasure slams into me from how hard her pussy is spasming around my dick, my abs and chest getting wet as I continue to fuck her

"Good girl", I praise her, "My good girl"

Pulling out, I flip her on her back, moving on top of her

Her arm moves around my body, her small hand on my back, her legs wrapped around my waist tightly

Her other hand moves around my neck, snaking into my hair, pushing me down to her lips

I kiss her deeply, moving my dick to her hole, pushing inside

She moans in my mouth, lifting her hips up, wiggling onto my cock as I sink into her all the way

Her pussy latches on to me, clenching tightly, my head snug against her spot

"Sannie", she whimpers between kisses

I start moving, slow but hard, her pussy taking me in deeply, so wet around my cock

Moving my arm around her waist, I hold her against me, kissing her silly, plunging inside her, brushing against her spot again and again

Each stroke makes her pussy clench desperately around me, sending pleasure all over my body

Her soft skin stays against mine, feeling so good, her fingers gripping my back hard, her other hand playing in my hair, twirling the strands in her fingers

Her lips don't leave mine, her hips meeting my thrusts, our skin connecting making a soft sound

It's so fucking blissful

I'm utterly happy

The girl I love, loves me

Nothing can be better

"Sannie", she moans in-between kisses, "I love you"

"I love you naekkeo", I murmur, "So much"

"So fucking much", she whimpers

She kisses me again, her body shaking under me, her cunt getting impossibly tight around me

Moving into her again, my head hits her spot and she moans against my lips, her body arching into mine as she orgasms

Ecstasy pours over me as her orgasm throws me into my own

Her pussy sucks on my cock, taking all my cum deep inside her

Her fingers pull on my hair, her tongue moving against mine, holding me firmly against her as we cum together

When we finish, I pull out but we don't stop kissing each other

I can have her lips on mine forever

After awhile of kissing each other, we slowly pull away, gazing at each other

She smiles, taking my breath away, making me smile

"I love your smile Sannie", she says softly, her fingers touching my dimples, "So cute. So beautiful. Love seeing it"

I blush, chuckling at her loving words

"You're smile is gorgeous too naekkeo. I love seeing you smile"

A cute shade of pink goes over her cheeks, so adorable

"Are you alright naekkeo? I kinda fell on you before"

She giggles, "Baby, I didn't even feel anything. I was too preoccupied by my sexy boyfriend making me unbelievably horny"

I laugh loudly, "Yeah well, my girlfriend is the sexiest woman in this planet and I was extremely horny too"

Laughing, she says, "I guess that makes us a sexy very horny couple"

I nod, chuckling, "I'm very ok with that"

"Me too", she laughs, her arms moving around my neck, "I'm good with it"

Smiling, I lean down, pressing a kiss to her soft lips

"C'mon baby", I say, standing up, taking her hands in mine and pulling her up

"Where we going?", she asks

"Back to the bathroom naekkeo. We got all sweaty again"

"Ok baby", she says

Getting back into the bathroom, I shut the water off in the shower then turn the water in the bathtub on

"A bath?", she asks smirking

"Yeah baby", I say, going close to her, moving my arms around her waist, "We can relax for a little, if you want"

"Of course I want Sannie", she says, "Anything to spend time with you"

I grin, so happy

Once the tub is filled, I get in and sit down first, then she comes in, sitting between my legs, leaning back against me

I wrap my arm around her waist holding her against me

She takes my free hand, lacing our fingers and holding it tightly

Her head leans back against my shoulder, her lips pressing a kiss to my jaw, sending a chill up my spine

"I love you Sannie"

"I love you Jo", I tell her, turning my head, kissing her cheek

Keeping her in my arms, we sit in the warm water together in comfortable silence

I know we're gonna have many more nights like this and I'm grateful it's with the girl I love

[babybluebex]

PLEASE i would die for italy!joe learning how to be with you in London, meeting Lily, having her freak the fuck out bc how the fuck did you not KNOW who he was ???? love you love italy calling pls do little blurbs i neeeeeeeed him (emergency) (pls)

(psst @icallhimjoey you dropped this) (i hope this helps fix the emergency) italy calling masterlist

“Joe should be here any minute,” you told Lily. “He had a meeting across town.”

“Oh, no worries!” Lily said. “I still can’t believe that you actually managed to track him down!” 

“Well, he tracked me down,” you reminded her. “But yeah, what luck that we’re both from London. I can hardly believe it.” 

“Are you sure he’s not a stalker and moved to London just to be with you?” Lily giggled, and you huffed out a laugh. 

“No, he’s got a London accent,” you said. “And his mum lives here, and so does his dad, and—”

“You’ve met his parents?” Lily asked. “Moving fast!” 

“Oi!” you chuckled. “It wasn’t a big deal, it was just coffee with his mum, and his dad popped ‘round while I was at his flat one day and it sorta happened, we didn’t make an event out of it or anything.” 

“That’s cute, though,” Lily said. She sat down on the couch beside you and swirled her wine in her glass, and she said, “Any last minute things I should know about your man before I meet him?”

“No,” you shrugged. “He’s fine, he just… When he comes home from work, it takes him a while to unwind, so he’ll be really high energy for a few minutes when he first shows up. But just as long as you’re prepared for that…”

“A high energy man?” Lily scoffed. “That’s the least of the problems he could have. Bad breath? A weird cowlick? Nothing?”

“He sometimes smells of cigarettes,” you considered. “But I think it’s sorta sexy.” 

“That’s not bad!” Lily said, lightly hitting your shoulder. “Does he have any flaws?”

You chewed your lip as you thought. “He’s a little messy sometimes,” you said. “But not, like, gross or anything. A little disorganized. But he’s always jetting around and he’s pretty much living out of his suitcase right now, so I get it.” 

“He travels a lot for work?” Lily asked, and you nodded. 

Just then, the keys rattled in the doorknob, and Joe bustled in. He looked handsome, leather jacket and t-shirt with his sunglasses nestled in his dark curls, and he smiled at you when he saw you. “Hey, you,” he said cheerfully, setting his bag on the dining table and coming to you. He settled a firm kiss on your forehead as he passed by you to the kitchen, and, as he retreated, he called, “How was your day?”

“Fine,” you called back. “Lil and I opened a bottle of chard, if you want some.” 

“Mmm, can’t,” Joe hummed. “I met with my trainer for Gladiator today, and he’s started me a strict diet, and that includes no alcohol.” 

“Really?” you frowned. “Not even a pint?” 

“Not even a bleeding pint,” Joe sighed. He came back to the living room, shrugging off his jacket, and he wrinkled up his eyebrows at the sight of Lily on the couch. “God, I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m Joe, you must be Lily.” 

Lily was uncharacteristically quiet as she shook your boyfriend’s hand, and she took a healthy drink of her wine before she spoke. “This is the guy you met in Italy?” she asked, eyeing Joe down as he hung up his jacket by the door, then retrieved his bag. 

“One and the same,” you said. You recognized the look on her face— it was the same look that you had seen before, on people’s faces before they asked Joe for a picture on the street. She was thoroughly starstruck, and it made you smile. 

“Babe!” Lily said quickly. “You could have told me you were dating Eddie Munson!”

Joe did his loud, boisterous chortle, deep from his chest, and he flopped down next to you on the couch, throwing his arm around you. “To be fair!” you started over Joe’s laughter. “To be fair, I didn’t even recognize him when I met him, so how could I have told you when I didn’t even know?” 

“But you could have told me when you realized,” Lily said. “And how did you not recognize him? I mean, he’s everywhere!”

“His face was familiar,” you started. “And I knew his name, I just didn’t know where I knew it from. Honestly, I— I really thought he was one of your ex’s from uni, and that’s how I knew his name.”

“I wish!” Lily said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Joe.” 

“Nice to meet you too,” Joe said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 

“Have you?” Lily asked. “Good things?”

“Only the best,” Joe said. 

“I’ve heard good things about you too,” Lily said. Then, she looked at you, confused, and she asked, “Wait, this is the guy that you told me about, how he’s really good at giving—”

“Lily!” you started quickly, cutting her off, and Joe sputtered out a laugh. “Some things are said in confidence, not to be repeated!”

“Aw, darling,” Joe started teasingly. “Did you tell your bestie that I give good head? That’s adorable.” 

“No, I didn’t, I told her nothing,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Even if I had told her that… I mean, shut up, you know it’s true, you don’t need that ego boost.” 

“You’re going to make my head get big,” Joe said. “I won’t be able to fit my wig anymore.” 

“Wig?” Lily repeated. “Like, your Eddie wig?” She gasped, and she said, “Wait, does that mean Eddie’s coming back?” 

“Oh, dear,” Joe said softly, his dark eyes widening. “I’ve done it now.” 

[faegoddessog]

Woman in Red Ch 1/17

Chapter 1: Afternoon Coffee

Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Flirting, mentions of his cock and her cleavage.

A/N: This was supposed to be a wee one shot that jumped into my mind. Apparently there is more to this story than I originally planned. More chapters will be forthcoming as I finish them.

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Chapter 1: Afternoon Coffee

She wore red today. Because a woman of her age can wear whatever the fuck they want and she was feeling the Spring day deep in her bones. She wasn’t old, nah. Never old. Just perfectly seasoned. And everyone knows that seasoned things are more tasty than basic boring things. Yeah, she said it, the young were boring. Most didn’t really know themselves yet and were burdened with too many fucks to give. Youth was easily pretty, but when you dig deeper, they tended to be bland. It’s not their fault, they just don’t know what they don’t know.

Her seasoning was confidence and self worth, the kind that only really comes when you make it through the lessons life gives you and you realize that all those fucks you had been giving were completely misplaced and futile. Fucks about how people you’d never meet again judged you on your body. Fucks concerning all that bullshit societal programming around female sexuality, about how good girls didn’t crave sex. Fucks about how people would react if they knew that the reason she ‘couldn’t keep a partner’ was that really because just one couldn’t keep up with her. She was voracious. Now she saves her precious few fucks that she has left to give for things that really mattered: pure unadulterated joy and things that made her feel delicious and sexy.

It was a beautiful day, warm and full of that awakening potential of springtime. She felt glorious. She had decided to walk from her office to the coffee shop for an early afternoon pick-me-up. Almost on the prowl, eyeing every beautiful person that passed behind her dark sunglasses. There were several lovely specimens. She walks into her favorite coffee shop to wait in line behind a blonde man. He was tall, about 6’2’. Her eyes scan down the lean triangle of his back, covered by a white shirt. She takes in his well muscled arms and lean waist and the outline of his fine ass under his light jeans. She notes the heeled boots, ah, so more like 6ft. Damn, from this angle this man was an outstanding specimen. “Mmm,” her appreciative moan is louder than she realizes. He turns around in response.

He is just standing there, minding his own business, hoping no one would recognize him. Thankfully the little coffee shop is not at all busy. One other customer is in front of him, placing a big order. He had just come from a much needed haircut. Mira was amazing in so many ways. She was so down to earth. It was easy to talk to her in her friendly garage barbershop. He told her how he was single again and how he didn't think he’d find anyone who’d want him for him. The women he’d dated recently all seemed to be with him just for the fame of dating him. Mira had hugged him and counseled him to hold out hope, “they are out there,” she had declared, “they just might not be where, or who, you think they should be.” He is mulling this over in his mind as he waits in line when he hears an appreciative noise behind him. Weird he hadn’t heard anyone come in behind him. He must have been really in his head. He glances over his shoulder and sees her. A woman in red. He tries to look away but can’t help turning back. His gaze passes over the flare of her skirt with the big black buttons trailing up the side of the dress and contouring her curves. The square neckline just teases at her ample cleavage and the thick straps at her shoulders draws his attention to her long hair. Her dark sunglasses did little to hide the fact that she is staring right at him with a little smirk.

He liked to think of himself as a student of human behavior, in a way. She had obviously been checking him out. He was used to this, women oogled him all the time. Usually from behind barriers at red carpets and near press locations. Although lately it had been happening everywhere, even in his own neighborhood, where people had been seeing him for years. Women called his name across the street and sometimes cried when he waved at them. He knew it wasn’t really HIM they were gaga over, but the illusion, the idea of him. It was all mixed, he knew, with his portrayal of Elvis. How could The King not have had an effect on his public persona. But she is different. She doesn’t giggle nervously, doesn’t shake or fawn over him. It’s like she just doesn’t know. She pushes up her sunglasses to the top of her head and looks him in the eye. Her smirk spreads into a sly smile across her face and she nods at him with a flick of her eye brow. An unexpected jolt hits him in the gut.

She watches him glance over his shoulder, then do a double take. ‘Yup, that’s right sir… take in the awesomeness,’ she thinks. His eyes travel up her body and land on her face. She pushes up her sunglasses, looking him right in the eye. His blue eyes go wide at her blatant acknowledgment of his once over. Once he turns around, she sees that the backside of this man is just the amuse bouche. She swears he looks familiar. He is objectively handsome. His sharp jaw is shadowed with a little scruff. His slightly unruly hair is not at all what it seems, but styled so every hair is in perfect place to look disheveled. Suddenly she is thinking what his hair would look like actually mussed, and in between her legs. As though he can see her thoughts, he looks down a little bashfully, then back at her licking his lips. His beautiful, full lips curl into a smile and his high cheekbones pop. She can’t help the intake of breath as his smile sends sparks to her stomach.

“Can I help you?’ says the barista, who had been waiting.

He turns back around, a little addled by the wordless exchange. “Yes, sorry, um… I’ll have a sugar free caramel oat milk latte please.” he says, then decides to be bold. “And whatever the lady would like,” he turns to her, “if I may.”

She looks at him, licking her lips. His voice is deep, resonant and reaches into her belly and tightens. "You may, but only if you will sit and drink it with me,” she counters. He nods. “I’ll have the same, but make it a cappuccino, I love the foam,” she says with a wink to him, “ oo and a blueberry scone please.” He adds a cinnamon scone to his order as well. “Can I get a name?” the barista seems bored at the flirtation they are witnessing. “Austin,” he says. As he pays, she goes to sit at a table in the corner.

He can’t quite believe he is doing this. He is not this guy! But there is something about her that pulls at him. She is definitely not his usual date. He had been dating actresses and models for years, girls so thin he thought he might break them. She was voluptuous and seductive, even though he didn't think she was trying to seduce him. Every move she made said she really lived in her body, a woman who knew herself. He suddenly found it very sexy.

“I’m Austin, by the way,” he says, putting down the plates of scones and putting his hand out. ‘Yes, I heard,” she takes his hand, “I’m Aya. Thank you, Austin,” she says, pulling a plate over. He sits, nervously rubbing with the ring on his right hand. “Do you do this often?” she asks, taking a bite of her scone. “What, get coffee?” he says. “No, check out women and offer to buy them drinks,” she smiles. “Oh no,” he shakes his head, blush rising in his face, “Well to be fair, I was checking you out too, so we are even there,” she winks playfully at him, taking another bite. “No, I don’t ever…I’m actually really shy,“ he looks bashfully away. “Oh hunny, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” she says, dialing down the flirt level. “No, it’s ok,” he looks back at her, eyes bright, “I like it, I am, uh, weirdly drawn to things that make me uncomfortable. What about you, do you usually take men up on offers to buy you drinks?” he asks, putting his focus on her. “It happens less than you may imagine these days,” she confesses, “most people are too involved in their phones or social media to notice what’s around them. Plus, this is LA and if you are not rail thin with something fake somewhere, people don’t think to look at you twice. But that’s fine, I am me and me is good.” “I don't think what people look like matters nearly as much as how they carry themselves or care about themselves,” Austin says with a little blush in his cheeks. “Preach!” she says, throwing her hands in the air. “Order for Austin” says the barista. Aya jumps up to get the drinks. “No, let me” he says, going to get up. She turns around holding out a hand as if to say, ‘I got his, just sit.’ She saunters over, hoping to god he is watching her round ass swish her skirt back and forth. He is. “Honestly,” he continues as she sits, “I can’t imagine anyone NOT seeing you twice. You are beautiful.” “Thank you Austin, that’s very kind coming from someone so objectively handsome and probably ten years younger than me.” He gentlemanly refuses to walk through the ‘oh how old ARE you’ door, instead he just smiles and blushes again. Damn he has a winning smile. “Wait a second, ‘see me twice’? Does this mean you’d like to see me again?” a devilish smile crosses her face teasingly. She dips her finger into the foam of her coffee, licking it off. “Yes, I would,” he says quickly and seriously.

They spend the next half hour dancing on the edge, flirting with one another. His shyness gets less and less the more they talk. Her joi-de-vivre shines through the flirtation. The spark between them is palpable. They are so absorbed in one another, that they don’t even notice the people coming and going from the coffee shop. Aya still has this feeling in the back of her mind that she’s seen him before, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. He said he was an actor, so maybe she’d seen him in a thing or two, but let’s be real, this is L.A. and everyone is an actor. Austin is happily astounded that she doesn’t recognize him, even when he mentioned he was an actor, although he didn’t say his last name. It was like a breath of fresh air, one he didn’t know he needed. In this moment, he got to be just a man meeting a woman. He looks at his watch, “I uh, I have a meeting I need to get ready for, I’d really love to see you again.” “I’d like that too, give it here,” she holds out her hand for his phone. He opens it and hands it to her. She taps in her number and sends herself a text before handing it back. Her phone buzzes. “See, it’s actually my number,” she holds up her own phone. She abruptly stands up and shoos him over in the booth, sitting next to him. She leans back against him and takes a selfie with him. “There, I always put pictures in my contacts.”

When Aya puts her hand out for his phone, Austin doesn’t even think twice about handing it over, something he never did upon meeting anyone. There is just something about her that makes him feel… safe. When she perches next to him and leans her body against his, he can barely think straight. Luckily, his selfie smile is so ingrained as to be second nature anytime anyone holds up a phone. She lingers against him as she fills in the contact info. He finds himself staring over her shoulder right down her cleavage. Oh fuck, she smells good too, like sweet oranges and vanilla and clean. “Um.. yeah th-that’s a good idea.” He holds his phone out, she leans in closer to him, hand on his thigh. It takes all of his acting training to not let out a little whimper at her touch. Did Aya know what she was doing when she touched his thigh? Of course she did. He said he liked things that made him uncomfortable, so she decided to push him a little and see what he’d do. After taking the picture, he covers her hand with his, holding it there.

“What are you doing tonight?” he asks all of a sudden. The breath of Austin’s words flow over her shoulder and down her cleavage. The warmth of his unexpected hand makes her breath hitch slightly in her throat. She turns her head to look up at him and she is lost in his gaze. His blue eyes sparkle from this close distance, his plush lower lip quivering just slightly. A little lean in and she could capture that lip. And suddenly she wants to kiss him. It takes all her willpower NOT to kiss him.

His thumb strokes the back of her hand lightly. He barely knows he’s doing it. In fact he is unsure exactly when he covered her hand with his own. Her fingers feel slightly chilled to his warm hand. There is no time for self doubt as he blurts out the question. All he knows is that he wants to spend more time with her. Thoughts of unbuttoning those large black buttons, unwrapping her from that red fabric, and burying his face in her cleavage come unbidden to his mind. He was about to shake them from his head when she turns to look at him. His thigh tenses and his cock twitches. She is inches from his face. A little dip of his head and he could touch those daring red lips with his own. He wants to kiss her; almost needs to kiss her. It takes all his will power to keep himself put.

“What?” she blinks, realizing the meaning of his words fell apart when she turned to face him. “I asked what you are doing tonight,” he says surely, quietly. She swallows her first response, which was ‘hopefully you’. Nope, a little too forward for a shy guy. A shy guy who is holding her hand on his leg, still grazing it with his thumb. Maybe he won’t be that shy for long. “You tell me,” she settles for a safer reply. “How about I pick you up for dinner at 6?” he says, “and we can figure the rest out from there.” “Ok. How, uh, fancy do I need to dress?” she asks. “Oh please,” his eyes glance down,” wear what you have on. It’s… perfect.” She can tell he is imagining her red dress falling to the ground, perfect indeed. “Then I’ll have you pick me up from my office, it’s near here,” she pulls her hand away and texts him the address as he tries to gain control over his burgeoning hard on.

She stands up and he tries in vain not to look at her ass. He adjusts himself as he stands. They walk to the door, he holds it open for her. “Would a hug be out of the question?” he asks on the sidewalk. He wants to feel her body against his again. “Oh no, I am a hugger,” she replies with a smile, opening her arms to him. Aya rises onto her toes when he leans in to embrace her. Her arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, pressing her torso close to his. She doesn’t give him any room for doubt about her physical boundaries, or lack thereof. She inhales. The fresh scent of his hair and light woodsy essential oil mixing at the crook of his neck. A soft ‘mmmm” floats from her throat to his ear, as her arms tighten around him and she presses close for a few seconds before releasing him. She does not miss the swell of his cock pressed against her belly.

He wraps his arms around her waist albeit politely, tentatively at first. But she shows no such qualms, pulling herself into him. Her body is warm against his, he can’t help but imagine what it would be like being skin to skin with her. He tucks his head down, breathing in her refreshing yet intoxicating scent. She tightens her arms around him. The little sound of pleasure she makes almost causes him to abandon being a gentleman altogether. Flashes of taking her somewhere private and seeing what other noises she makes fill his mind as her body presses gently into his.

She pulls back but not away, hands on his shoulders. Her lip curls into a little smile as he unknowingly smolders at her. He slides his hands lightly to her hips, not realizing how familiar he is being with this woman he met not 45 minutes ago. Slowly, reluctantly, they both let their arms fall away, yet neither take a step back. The tension of their attraction is palpable between them. “I look forward to tonight, Austin,” she says, fisting her hand to stop it from cupping his crotch. He takes a deep breath as though just remembering that breathing is necessary. “As do I,” his voice is low. “Until tonight then” she takes a slow step away, unwilling to stop looking at him. “Until tonight,” he nods. Aya turns with a swirl of her skirt and starts walking towards her office. “Behold my dramatic exit,” she throws the words over her shoulder, raising a hand with a flourish. Austin shakes his head and laughs, watching her walk away. ‘Dear god,’ he thinks,’how am I ever gonna be able to focus for the rest of the day?’

[neverlookatthisblog]

Look up at the ceilin

You were chilling in the house today you sat on the bed listening to the rain hit the widows jack was in the kitchen doing god knows what

"Hey babe I was thinking and we should get a mirror on the wall"

"Oh I've been wanting to do that we should put it right here" you said pointing to the wall behind you

"Nah that's not where it's going ma..."

"What do you mean"

"I mean getting a mirror on the ceiling"

˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗

The next day you came home from work jack was on the couch watching some show on next

"Hey babe" you said kissing him on his cheek

"Hey ma" he said

You felt awkward he was so into the tv that you decided you go get comfortable

You took a shower washing all the sweat and dirt off of you

Once you got out you wrapped the towel around you and walked out the bathroom you sat on the bed you tilted your head back a little closing your eye

you were so stressed from work your boss never gave you a break you put your hands over your face

You didn't realize it at first but when you looked up again you were confused

"JACKMAN!" You yelled

"What!!!" he rushed into the room

"What is this?" You pointed at the mirror above you

"What do you mean it's a mirror"

"Jack I know you said you wanted a mirror but did you really have to get it installed on the ceiling"

"Yes you thought I was playing or something?"

You slapped his shoulder

"I hate you for this" you crossed your arms

"You won't hate me for long now can we please just give it a chance and if you don't like it then we'll take it down"

you sighed "Fine"

˗ˏˋ 'ˎ˗

Jack had you sit on top of him while he held you neck he kissed your lips softly

"Look up ma" you looked up at the mirror seeing yourself naked sitting on jack made you bit your lip

"I want you to watch yourself while you ride me" jack smile look up at the mirror seeing y'alls reflection

"You got it ma" jack smacked your ass

"Mm-yess" and with that you began to bounce up and down watch yourself

Jack also loved watch the way you ass bounce in the mirror

"Babe" you moaned

"Hmm" jack said looking at you

"My neck is starting to hurt a little bit"

"Okay hold on" jack flipped you over

You were now on your back

"I still want you looking up at that mirror just because you're on your back doesn't change a thing" jack said before he started thrusting into you

"Oh fuck" you gasped something about seeing yourself in the mirror made you wanna cum faster

"You like the way my dick goes in and out of you"

He started thrusting a little faster

"Mmm" you moaned jack grabbed your hips roughly

"Answer my question you whore" jack slapped your thigh

"Shit-Yess" you moaned

"Since we have this mirrorYou can watch me fuck you all the time now" jack said rubbing circle around your clit

"Yes don't stop" you moaned

"Don't worry I'm gonna make sure all of your cum is on my dick" jack says pushing himself into you

"Fuck y/n" jack moaned

You gasped as you felt yourself come kissing your neck jack thrusted into you slowly as he came

"So do you like the mirror" jack asked

"Yes" you smiled

[modern-inheritance]

"Dark Magic"

*Rubbing temples*

Paolini never really defines dark magic in Inheritance Cycle. It's most frequently associated with Shades and Galbatorix. Durza taught Galbatorix 'dark magics' before he went on his traitorous rampage. Durza uses 'dark magics' to give Eragon his curse (??? look I'm still not fully clear on wtf Eragon's seizures were, we could go into a full side tangent rant on this but I digress) and used it in a variety of other ways. There's scattered mentions of 'dark magic' throughout the books beyond these.

But we are never told, as far as I am aware, about what exactly it is. What we know of magic is that it is typically shaped through use of the Ancient Language, some creatures, like dragons, can effect the world through the use of instinctive magic, and that magic in other cases and places just appears in the world (floating rocks, etc, though come to think of it no wait stop sciencing).

In this TED Talk I wi– I'm kidding. We're here to talk about MIC adaptations again.

MIC has always been a bit of a science experiment. In the later books we can see Paolini really using science to explain what happens when Eragon or others craft certain spells. Hell, he even uses coding in Murtagh, which made me grin a bit. I'm awful at it but If/Then statements are coding 101 kinda things. But a lot of the time we are left in the dark (pun somewhat intended) on how certain things work.

I (have I??) explain some things via science/biology/etc in MIC. Elves bones have to be stronger to resist their innate strength or else they'd shatter their skeletons every time then did something with force, so I adapted the Spartan-III augmentations of Titanium Carbide replacing the typical materials of calcium and whatnot. There's a weird bit of their diet that changes because of that. I have a few others but that's the main one I think I spent ages going over in my head.

So what is 'dark magic?' How do we explain it scientifically, or in context of the mix of language and science that the IC magic system is based off of?

WELL!

I just realized I don't remember what I was LANGUAGE!

RIGHT! WHY DID I TALK ABOUT SCIENCE?!

I am currently writing a story about Eragon's seizures and what people are doing to see about finding a cure. This requires me to look at dark magic. And since we have no canon idea of if dark magic would draw from the same language as 'regular' magic, making it just...regular magic with inherently dark motives, which is boring, I decided to change it up a bit.

The Ancient Language is, well, ancient. One day I will spell Language properly without autocorrect but here we are. Although AL (it is not today) is considered locked in, I wouldn't be surprised if there were other languages and/or dialects of AL. The dwarves and the dragons are the 'true' inhabitants of Alagäesia (were-creatures?? more like where did they come from but again, I digress)–

and you know what I just read the Ancient Language and Grey Folk pages on the wiki and now I'm kinda mad bUT I'M DOING WHAT I'M DOING ANYWAY.

Long story short: there are several different dialects of AL, influenced by a lot of different factors. The dark magic Ancient Language dialect was created by shades and other malevolent creatures w/ sentience and magic usage, and is purposefully absolutely fucking convoluted, varied and jumbled with lots of uuuuh what's the word influence fuck I just had it

the caster can choose and mix and match their syntax and structure at will. to prevent their curses from being undone unless you were present during the casting and know almost word for word what was said and used for the curse/spell. The dragon's magic that undid Eragon's curse was basically like a cleanse and used dragon's instinctive world weave magic to rewrite Eragon enough that he sorta DNA mixed (sorry Paolini, in MIC we do get some fun DNA rewriting because Ket wants the science....mmm....science......) with elf code and a little bit of dragon code (possibly, I'm a little on unsure on this, elves are already a mix of their original base with dragon code due to the orignal bond and I'M GETTING OFF TOPIC AGAIN) and he became different enough that the curse no longer worked and because he was uh...well, he was kinda factory reset. It wiped any and all spells attached to his body.

uh

okay. I...think I made my point. I'm...I'm sorry I just completely lost my train of thought after 'attached to his body.'

um.

Have a good day, I guess.

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I present to you ten pages of 89-year-old Midge Maisel on Hot Ones.

“Hey, what’s up, everybody. For First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you’re watching Hot Ones. The show with hot questions and even hotter wings. Today we’re joined by Midge Maisel. She’s a comedy legend with credits that span the Gordon Ford program, the Tonight Show, the Carol Burnett Show, as well as countless other variety shows and comedy specials as well as her own show, Midge Hour. She has a new memoir coming out, entitled ‘What’s My Name Again?’ Midge, welcome to the show.” 

“Quite an introduction, thank you,” Midge beams. 

“Now, Midge, how are you with spicy food?” Sean asks. 

“I love spicy food,” she tells him, her smile still big. “I used to eat hot peppers to get out of dates.”

Sean blinks. “Wow. That is…so you’re ready for this, huh?” 

“Fuck yeah.” 

They dig into the first wing, and Midge doesn’t flinch, taking a nice bite, and nodding. “Mm. This one is nice.” 

“High praise, that’s one of ours,” Sean tells her.

“Oh, can I get a bottle?”

“You can have that bottle.” 

“Oh.” She reaches out, taking it and shoving it into her purse, making Sean and the crew laugh.

“Midge, you’ve written a few books now about comedy and show business and your experiences, what makes this new one different?” Sean asks, as he tries to control his laughter. 

Midge chews and swallows, sitting back. “This one got personal in ways I’d previously shied away from,” she explains. “You know, before it felt a little salacious to talk about my personal life, and my struggles outside of show business, but at this point in my life, I don’t really care anymore. And I think if people can relate to those personal struggles and see themselves in some of them, then that’s valuable. Also, all of the men I mention in the book have died, so everyone is fair game.” 

More laughter. 

They eat the next wing and Midge nods thoughtfully. “Sweeter. Nice.” 

“Yeah, the tropiqante is real unique,” Sean agrees. “So your father went from a math professor at Columbia to a renowned theater critic, and your mother went from being a housewife to a popular matchmaker in the Upper West Side. They went through transitions in the early sixties in the same way you did, finding themselves and these new passions and careers. Did that influence your comedy trajectory?” 

Midge laughs softly. “Oh. No. No, no, no, my comedy career influenced them. They saw me going out and going after what I wanted and they both realized that they could also do more. Be more than they were, and they were both very talented, determined people. My mother actually became a matchmaker out of necessity. My father’s journalism career was nowhere near lucrative enough to support himself and Mama, so she went pro with the matchmaking to support the family. We definitely pool resources. But they blamed me for the changes they wound up making in their lives. I got yelled at about a few times.” 

They move on to the next wing and Midge takes a bite, stopping and nodding. “Mmm. I like that one. That one is great.” 

“Right?” Sean agrees. “That’s my favorite this season.” 

Midge picks up the bottle, grinning. “I like the kitty label. Can I have this one too?” 

“You sure can.” 

She grins and drops it into her purse, earning her more laughter. 

“You’re off to a great start,” Sean chuckles. 

“It’s good!” Midge chirps happily. 

“Is it true that when you were working on the Gordon Ford Show, Lucille Ball used to come backstage to hang out with you?” Sean asks. 

Midge laughs, clapping her hands and shaking her head. “Not even a little bit! I met Lucille Ball a few times, at things like awards shows, but by and large, we didn’t run into each other. I had nothing but respect for her, but we just didn’t run in the same circles. There were two women who, when they came on the show, would come backstage and we’d smoke cigarettes and gossip and have a good time.” 

“Carol Burnett and Julie Andrews?” Sean guesses. 

She nods, beaming at him. “I love them both dearly. Desperately. They once helped me scare off Warren Beatty. All we had to do was tell him how old I was, and he lost interest.” 

The laughs from that joke are a little more nervous.

“See, I should have been more prepared for you to make jokes like that,” Sean says nervously.

Midge smirks as they eat the next wing.

“Los Calientes Barbacoa Hot Sauce,” Midge reads the label. “Hmm.” She drops the bottle into her bag.

“High praise again, we make that one, too,” Sean tells her.

She grins. “You guys do good work.” 

“Thank you. So back in the day, Lenny hosted his own late night show that you wrote for on the side while working for Gordon Ford. Was it hard to balance the two shows? And what was the most fun you ever had doing that kind of work?” 

“It was actually pretty easy,” Midge admits. “I mean, from a time perspective, it was challenging, because it was doing double duty and working two jobs, but it was easy to keep the two shows separate, you know? Lenny’s humor was so much more irreverent and bad boy than Gordon’s was, so it was easy to keep it straight in my head. And I was paid well for both jobs. Obviously a little more from Gordon because I was spending more time and I was a regular on the show, but Lenny made sure the studio paid me for my work on his show. The most fun I ever had, was writing them the same monologue. And everyone was in on it. Everybody knew that was the joke, but having Gordon deliver it early in the night on his show, and then having Lenny deliver later on his show and having Gordon storm onto Lenny’s set and watching those two get into a fake fight and then realize that I’d written it and given it to both of them. That was so fun. That aha moment still gets used in clip reels for both of them on tributes and retrospectives, and it was just the best. Both of those men were so talented and so different in how they saw and related to the world, but they made this almost perfect odd couple when you put them on screen together, and I loved working with both of them. Gordon was easy-going but firm. He knew what he wanted, but he was always open to new things, or other suggestions, and he could spot talent and great ideas easily. And Lenny, yes, had a dark side, but there was such a joy in him when he was having a good time. It’s not something people think of when they think of him, but when he’s on a role, you can tell how happy he is, and he’s never above changing things if he realizes someone has something better. He wasn’t terribly precious about his material, and creating with the person you’re in love with is really the best thing ever.” 

They eat the next wing and Midge narrows her eyes as she looks at the bottle. “Fly boy Jing - this is very - I don’t know. It’s not for me. I mean, the flavor is good, but- hmm.” 

“A lot of people say it’s an oily texture,” Sean tells her.

“Mm, that might be it. I mean it’s not bad! It’s just not my favorite,” she tells him. “I’ll leave this one behind. Sorry, Fly by Jing.” 

“So we have a segment on our show called Explain that ‘Gram, where we do a deep dive on our guests’ Instagram, pull interesting pictures that need more context. So we’ll pull up photos on the monitor, and you tell us the bigger story,” Sean tells her. 

Midge nods and smiles. “Okay.” She looks at the monitor, and her smile goes wider as she sees a photo of Herself and Lenny in the middle of the snow storm, newspapers over their heads, clearly unable to see in the storm. “Ooooooh,” she laughs. “I love that photo.”

“It was taken in November of 1960,” Sean says. 

“That was a night or two before Lenny’s very first Carnegie Hall gig, before we got together,” Midge explains. “And he had come to the strip club I was MC’ing at to apologize to me for some truly dramatic, bad behavior. So we’re backstage, and we’re talking, and suddenly, there’s screaming from onstage. Because it was an illegal strip club, and it was being raided by the cops! So he grabs my hand and we’re trying to get out without getting arrested, and I stop to try and find my coat and purse and he comes back for me, and I’m like ‘I need to get my things!’ and he’s like ‘get more things!’ and drags me out the door, and into the snow, and I have no coat and no umbrella, and my shoes are ruined and Lenny refuses to carry me, but he gave me his suit jacket, and we stole newspapers from a corner newsstand to cover our heads as he rushes me to the hotel the Carnegie people put him up in.” 

“That is wild,” Sean laughs.

“Oh, it was really crazy,” Midge giggles, looking a couple of decades younger than she actually is suddenly. “And we…we waited out the snow together. We kissed for the first time that night. Well, we did a lot of things for the first time that night. It’s in the new book!” 

Sean and the crew laugh at that. 

“Once the snow had let up a little, we trekked back out, and we bailed out Lenny’s friends and a few of the strippers from the club, and then we get the worst Chinese food I have ever had. What a great night. That was the night I fell in love with Lenny. You know, the world thinks of Lenny Bruce as this bad boy, who was seen as a degenerate and a sicknik, but behind closed doors, when he wasn’t on stage, he was so sweet. He wanted to make people laugh and tell truth to power in his career, but at home, he just wanted to be a good husband and a good father, and he was both of those things. I was very lucky to find him, and share almost fifty years with him.” 

They move onto the next wing, and Midge takes a bite, chewing slowly as she reads the label. “Turmeric bomb. Hm. It’s not bad. It’s not my favorite. But it is getting hotter. I’m starting to feel it now.” 

“Yeah, we’re getting to the back half, here,” Sean agrees. “The scotch bonnets in this one make it hotter.” 

Midge nods, chewing still. “Mm. Yeah. Not my favorite. It’s not going in the bag.” 

“It’s become legend that Sophie Lennon was not your favorite person, and one of your early sets roasted her for a number of things you found insufferable about her,” Sean comments. “Where did that feud come from? How did that start?” 

Midge laughs a little and picks up her egg cream, taking a sip. “Mm. So. I almost scored a gig opening for Sophie back at the beginning of my career, and before she made a decision on giving me the job, she asked me to come to her house to talk. And it turned out that the Sophie Lennon audiences get on stage, and the real Sophie Lennon could not have been more different. She presents as a very humble, down-to-earth working class house wife type to the public, and in private, she is…not that at all. And I get keeping those two personas separate. Lenny did that. You know, his whole face would change just before hitting the stage. But the real Sophie Lennon was not a good person. She was, in fact, cruel, and she was cruel to me. The thing about that conversation that sticks out to me is that she looked at me and she said ‘darling, look at you. I mean really, men don’t want to laugh at you. They want to fuck you.’ And she told me that if I wanted to get ahead in comedy, I couldn’t go on stage and be a woman. I had to be a thing. A character, like her. And I left, bewildered, and then the more I thought about the things she said, the angrier I got about it, and I absolutely fucked myself over by trash talking her onstage. She had me blackballed for as long as she could manage. And we made a little peace eventually, but for a very long time we just couldn’t stand each other. She thought I was a hack, and I thought she was a phony.” 

“Cosmic Disco,” Midge reads as she eats, wrinkling her nose. “It’s good. It’s not bad. It’s not as good as some of the earlier ones. And Cosmic disco sounds like something my kids would have been into in the seventies.” 

Sean laughs. “It’s well documented that you hold brunch every Sunday and invite both well-known and up-and-coming comedians. How did these brunches come about?” 

Midge smiles as she sips more of her egg cream. “Fuck, these really are getting hotter. Okay. So funny brunch is something I started doing back in the eighties, and Lenny just kind of went along with it. But something that really struck me about Sophie Lennon was that she was this hugely successful icon in comedy, and she had no interest in holding the door open for the next generation of comedians, and I hated that. Not just because I was someone she slammed the door on, but because comedy is a living, breathing thing that changes with the times, right? New people are constantly finding different ways to make people laugh, and that’s a good thing. An important thing. So I started using the brunches as a way to meet other comedians, and to - to really help them, too. Comedy is a tough career, so for the people that were really struggling, it was a hot meal once a week that didn’t come in a pouch, and for the more successful comedians it was a way to hang out, and maybe get some career advice from myself or Lenny or the other old timers who would drop in. And I just loved it. I loved doing that. Robin Williams was a regular, what a sweetie he was. I miss him. Bob Sagat used to pop in. Whoopi Goldberg would show up after a tough Saturday night club crowd. And I still hold them. My kids will come by and help with the cooking sometimes, but I just love it. Amber Ruffin comes sometimes, and I just adore her. She’s amazing. And John Oliver will show up most weekends. Kenan Thompson has been coming for brunch for ten years now. Once in a blue moon, I’ll open the door and Steve Martin will be standing on my doorstep with a bottle of fresh squeezed orange juice. The first time Patton Oswalt showed up at my door, he was so nervous, I thought he was going to pass out, poor thing. You know. It’s all sorts of comics. Occasionally, when the College Humor guys are in town, I invite them - the- the Game Changer guys, those guys. Sam Reich and his unruly pre-schoolers, I call them. They’re fun. It’s just wonderful to be able to connect with people who do the same job that I’ve been doing all this time. It’s a strange community. We should all be thrown into a mental ward, probably, but almost everyone is great.” 

“Almost everyone,” Sean repeats, grinning.

Midge takes a breath and lets it out slowly. “I’m not going to name names. But there are a few people who just aren’t interested in being a part of the community. They want to be famous, and they don’t care about other people. And that’s fine, that’s their choice, but they do miss out on nice things.” 

They move on to the next wing, and midge blows out a breath. 

“Da Bomb, Beyond Insanity,” she reads, before sniffing her wing and wrinkling her nose. “Ugh. This- Sean. This smells like something Lenny vomited up while he was going through withdrawal.” 

“Not quite a ringing endorsement,” Sean says. 

Midge sigh softly and lifts it up. “Whelp. Tits up.” With that, she takes a bite, and wrinkles her nose. “Augh. Sean. What the fuck.” 

Sean takes his own bite and nods. “I know.” 

“Fuck,” 

“Yeah.” 

“Sean. Why. Jesus.” 

“Just do your best with it. You’re doing great.” 

“I get that this is how you get views, but holy fuck is this bad,” Midge tells him. “And hot. Christ!” She takes her egg cream and takes a big gulp. “Sean. I am going to be ninety in a few months! Why would you do this to an old woman?!” 

“I’m sorry, Midge,” Sean says, trying not to laugh.

“No you’re not. You’re not sorry. People who are sorry don’t smile like that,” Midge accuses him. “If the devil exists, his jizz probably tastes just like this hot sauce.” 

The crew and Sean burst out laughing at that. 

He tries to catch his breath as he drinks his own egg cream. “You grew up during World War II.” 

Midge nods, drinking more of her egg cream. “I’m gonna need another. Ethan, Sweetie, can you please grab me another egg cream, I’m melting.” 

“Sure, Ma,” Ethan says from off camera. 

“Thank you. That’s my son. He’s wonderful. He took over my manager’s company after she retired and he’s been doing an amazing job,” Midge tells Sean. “Yes. I grew up during the war.” 

“Was that something that informed the way you’ve lived your life since then?” Sean asks. 

“Not at first,” Midge admits as Ethan brings her another egg cream. “Thank you, Sweetie, you really are the best.” She takes another sip. “Fuck. Okay. So. You know, after the war ended, America really wanted us to forget about it. To forget about all the changes. The fifties were, on their surface, a perfect time in America, but they truly were very scary for women and for people of color. And even for white men. It was- how to explain - we were expected to be perfect. We were expected to be…happy. Just happy. All the time. And yes, there was an economic boom, and that was good, but the men who survived the war and came back had shell shock - PTSD as we know it now - and women were expected to go from working in factories to being homemakers again and it was an existence that hurt a lot of people. I keep bringing up Lenny, but his drug use was a direct result of fighting in the war. They gave him amphetamines to keep him alert, and he got hooked, and to calm him down and get him off them, they gave him morphine and then he got hooked on that. And so many people went through those kinds painful experiences, but you weren’t supposed to talk about them. It was why a lot of people hated my comedy at first. I wasn’t supposed to get on a stage and tell strangers about how my husband fucked someone else and left. I was just supposed to keep going. But keeping it in - lying to people, because that’s what you did when you got divorced, you lied to your neighbors and acquaintances about it to save face - was too much for me. And that kind of swallowing of pain and trauma became too much for a lot of people. You can draw a line from that mindset to how sick of it people were by the time the Vietnam War really blew up. It was too much. But I didn’t understand that until my first husband left me, and my life blew up. And then all bets were off.” 

“You ready for the next wing?” Sean asks.

“Fuck, I guess so,” Midge says, sipping more egg cream and then picking up her next wing.

She takes a bite and looks at the bottle. “Puckerbutt,” she giggles. “Sean, you dirty, dirty boy.” 

The crew laughs and Sean shakes his head, resting his arm against his eyes so he doesn’t get hot sauce in them. “Midge.” 

“God, this one is hot too, it’s all building, fuck, why did I agree to this?” 

“Well, we’re glad you did, and you’re getting so close to the end,” Sean assures her. “You’re doing great.” 

Midge picks up a tissue and blows her nose. “Jesus. So. Back before I met him, Lenny did a guest spot on the Playboy Penthouse TV show with Hugh Hefner, and he had to blow his nose in the middle of the interview, and now I know exactly how he feels.” 

Sean smiles. “Do you think he’d have come on here?” 

“No,” Midge says immediately. “I love spicy food, he really didn’t. He would have come to sit next to me and dab my forehead, but he would have told you to fuck yourself if you’d offered him one of these.” 

The crew laughs again. 

“Shy Baldwin is one of your best friends, but you’ve had a rocky history. Can you talk a little about how you’ve kept that friendship going, even through difficult times?” Sean asks. 

Midge drinks more egg cream and sighs. “I love Shy. I have always loved Shy. It’s like having a little brother. I love him to death, but I really fucked things up back in the early early sixties, and I’m really lucky he forgave me. But after we put that kind of behind us, we were just there for each other. He’s my youngest daughter’s godfather, and I when he and his partner adopted a baby in the seventies, we talked a lot about parenting and what it is to really give up a big chunk of your life to care for someone else, and when the AIDS crisis hit in the eighties, we started performing together again to raise money and awareness. Shy had come out about five years before it truly hit, and we took shit-tons of photos together, hugging and holding hands and kissing cheeks and eating together to assure the public that you couldn’t get AIDS just by touching someone or being around someone. But there was so much misinformation - so much non-information at the time - it was tough, but because our government was fucking up everything about the AIDS crisis, as public figures, we felt like it was our responsibility to try and help get accurate information to the masses. And the people who hated me for it, largely already hated me because I was Jewish anyway, so it wasn’t any extra skin off my back.” 

She watches as Sean picks up the last bottle and gives it a shake. 

“What- what is this?” Midge asks. “Are you going to throw that on me?” 

Sean laughs. “No, no, I promise, that’s not what’s happening. This is called the last dab. We put a little hot sauce on the last wing in the lineup.” 

“Do I have to?” 

“You don’t. But you can.” 

“Well, if you’re doing it, I don’t wanna look like a pussy,” Midge says, lifting her own bottle and giving it a shake. “I’ve come this far.” She pours a little on her wing. “The Last Dab Apollo. That’s the gig that got me kicked off that first Shy Baldwin tour.” 

The crew laugh, as she picks up her wing.

“What did you say before? Tits up?” Sean asks, as he lifts his wing.

Midge smiles and nods, lifting her own. “Tits up,” she says, before taking a bite. “Mm. Hot. But good hot.” She lifts the bottle and tosses it into her bag.

Sean watches her and shakes his head. “Midge. I am floored. I - you are 89 years old, likely the oldest person we’ve ever had on this show, and you crushed it. We’ve reached the end, and you have beaten the gauntlet.” 

“Fuck yeah,” Midge cheers, tossing down her half-eaten wing and taking another sip of her egg cream.

“Just one more question. I want to ask you about something that Lenny once said about you.” 

“Oh, no,” Midge smirks. 

“He said ‘Midge Maisel is the voice of women throughout time. She speaks for the women in our society who have been subjected to horrors only men can dream up, and she does so with an unparalleled sense of humor. There is no one like her.’” 

“Fuck,” Midge sniffles. She looks up. “You died! You’re not supposed to keep making me cry, you schmuck!” She takes a breath. “He was really my champion, but I don’t think he’s right. Because women’s experiences aren’t universal. I can’t possibly speak for all women, because my experiences as a white, Jewish woman don’t line up with those of black women, or Asian women, or Latina women, or gay women, or- or Non-binary female-presenting- is that right? God I get confused sometimes. But I don’t think he’s right. I think I do the best I can. But as always, Lenny remains sweet.” 

“Midge Maisel,” Sean grins. “You’ve beaten the wings of death. Plowed through these hot sauces like they were nothing, and now all that’s left to do is take a bow. This camera, this camera, this camera - let the people know what you have going on in your life.” 

Midge laughs and turns to one of the cameras he pointed out. “Hi. I’m Mrs. Maisel. I have a new book coming out, it’s called ‘What’s My Name Again?’ because I’ve had so fucking many. I’m co-producing a documentary on New York’s West Village nightlight and what it was like back when I was still a size two, and my daughter runs a charity that helps recovering addicts get back on their feet and support their families and loved ones through difficult times. I’m going to force Sean to put the link in the description. Thank you and goodnight!” 

Sean and the crew laugh. 

“Ma, it’s ten AM!” Ethan calls.

“Fuck you!” Midge chirps back as everyone applauds and laughs. 

[dreamingdarklyblog]

So what to write?

So I'm trying to think of what to write for my writing partner. He got called away before he could get off, and that's just no fun. Though I did get him to fuck my big soft tits and cum allll over them... Mmm...

If you're confused by how those two thoughts make sense it's because the tit fucking happened all in my head =/. I mean, that should probably be obvious since I don't have big soft tits, lol

It's also kind of a let down, cause... Well I guess it depends on how it's implemented somehow, but the way he does these things I don't have a lot of control over what happens. I mean I can more and do whatever, but because everything else is happening in my head, it can be hard to interact with it in like, unscripted ways?

Basically I really wanted to blow him and have him cum down my throat but I couldn't even get a taste, tried licking it off my tits but I guess my brain just couldn't make it happen. *sighs*

I'm not sure what the difference is, as I'm not generally awake for that part, but I've done uh... similar things before, and it worked okay. So there's something different I'm not seeing. *shrugs*

Aaaanyway. I'm trying to think what I should write about, and I figured actually I sorta did write about one thing earlier today when I was trying to make him cum.

So he asked me to like, make up stories about images and gifs for him to jerk off to? Which is pretty hot ;). I mean, I'd rather blow him, of course, but if the things in my head are getting him off, that's great too.

So anyway... I'm doing that, making up stories, and then I hit one and I started making one up and I realized, wait a second, I don't have to. Cause I've basically done this one before. So the gif is this lady sucking a guys cock by some trees, and I start telling him a story about how she's out for a walk with her boyfriend, and he whispers in her ear and she just HAD to suck his cock...

So yeah that totally happened to me when I was younger. The same guy as the classroom story I told you earlier. Really all these stories of me going along with really stupid shit were all that guy. We were young and stupid. I was reeeally far gone into how hot the hypnosis kink was, and making some REALLY poor choices, lol. And was letting him get away with stuff I really shouldn't have. Way worse than this. But yeah.

One of those things was a blowjob trigger. I know right? So creative... Did I mention we were young and stupid? I don't know if I always would have had a thing for giving blowjobs, or if it just started because of him abusing the fuck out of it, but yeah, I've had a thing for sucking cock ever since. But like I said, he was my first for a lot of things (including that) so maybe it's like, hypnotic conditioning, or maybe it's just the totally standard "formative sexual experiences establish very strong neural connections" thing. But like 95% of the physical stuff we did was what you'd call 3rd base. Oral, manual, etc.

So it was a pretty established trigger. I knew it existed, but not what it was, still don't really. We were out on a hike to a place not that far from here, a fairly popular hiking spot. There's lots of those around here. There were other people on the trail, we'd passed a few as they came back down, and could occasionally hear other groups in the distance behind us. The hike wasn't that long, about a half hour or so. And when we got to the top of the trail, at the nice scenic overlook, he sorta pulled me in and kissed me. A kiss with intent, I'd call it. I kissed him back, but pushed him back a bit. I didn't really want to make out in a public place. I was pretty embarrassed by the thought of getting caught (and we'd already been caught in the parking garage at school like the week before).

He smirked. And I had about two seconds to be concerned before he said something, and I wanted his cock.

That's how sudden it was. Always was. I just wanted it. Really badly. I kind of clenched my hands and closed my eyes I think, biting my lip, reminding myself we were in public and I couldn't suck him off. But I heard him say something again and my knees got weak. All I could see were scenes of me sucking his cock. His glorious cock. Rock hard and filling my mouth with cum. I wanted it so, So badly. I opened my eyes so I'd stop seeing those images, those thoughts, and I saw him. All I could see was his crotch. The jeans he was wearing. The zipper. His belt. It was like the rest of him vanished. The forest vanished. The world shrunk.

I was breathing hard. Trying to control the urge, trying to say something about it being a bad idea, but I don't know what words actually came out. And then he said something again and I couldn't think anymore. My knees gave out. My mouth was open and moaning. My hands were fumbling with his belt, waddling towards him on my knees as he back-peddled away from me to the side of the clearing. He was saying something like "Stop, Wait" but I didn't care. I needed it. I needed his cock in my mouth. I needed his cum down my throat. It was all I could think about. I could taste it. I was desperate. Like I was drowning and it was a giant inflatable cock for me to float on while I sucked it dry. Yes, terrible metaphor, what are you gonna do?

He kept trying to pull away but I wouldn't let him. I couldn't. He had the cock and I needed it. He couldn't leave! I yanked his pants down and grabbed his ass so he couldn't back away, but he tripped over his pants and fell on the ground. Bare assed on moss and dirt. I just followed. I was on my hands and knees over him, his legs under me, his cock in my mouth, and that was the only thought I had room for. His cock was in my mouth! I had it! I was sucking his cock! His amazing, perfect cock that I needed more than anything!

I sucked and slurped but, he was barely hard. He was talking but I couldn't really hear him. I assume telling me to wait, or get off, or something like that. But I really didn't care. I had his cock and that was all that mattered. I stroked him with my hand, sucked on the head, frantically trying to make him harder, moaning around it in my mouth. I'm not sure what worked exactly, but clearly something did, because he quickly got hard. Rock hard. I bobbed up and down, stroking him faster and faster. I wanted his cum. So badly. I needed it.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position so he could push my hair back (it was longer then) and put his hand to the side of my face. He was still talking, I ignored him and just sped up. He was so close. I could taste it. Literally. I could taste his pre-cum and it tasted So fucking good. I was moaning louder. I could feel myself getting more and more worked up too. Which was a thing that seemed to happen when I sucked his cock. I wonder why? (sarcasm)

I heard voices coming from down the trail. He tapped me on the head, once, then again, then repeatedly. Probably trying to get me to stop, but I didn't care. I couldn't care. He was going to cum. I could taste it. That was all that mattered. I just sucked harder, my neck was straining. I knew somehow if I didn't hurry than he wouldn't cum. That I wouldn't get to taste it. And I couldn't let that happen. I needed it! So I did the only thing I could think of and sped up more. My tongue was circling the head of his cock while my hand pumped up and down frantically. I was moaning, gasping for air around his shaft, when he finally came.

I could finally taste him. Exploding. I could hear him gasping. Feel him twitch and pulse. Every glorious spasm. It filled my mouth. I gulped, swallowing as fast as I could, and I felt that heat spreading through my body. That taste. I could feel the heat burning through me. Feel my body pulsing in time. Feel it building and building as I moaned and gulped and shuddered and Came.

So hard.

I lay gasping and moaning and twitching on the ground. In that little clearing. As he pulled away and pulled up his pants. Zipping and buckling. I caught my breath and pulled myself together. Straightened my clothes and took a big gulp of water. Then blushed furiously as we quickly left, passing another group on their way up, who gave me so strange looks.

Was it because I was blushing? Was it because they had heard what happened? I have no idea.

Anyway. Most of the walk back down was me telling him what a colossal moron he was, and to never do that where we could get caught again... >_<

Sadly he... Wasn't a great listener. *sigh*

[littleperilstories]

TPOT finale cyoe: Ending B: it ends with a promise

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Ending B: it ends with a promise

Sighing, I scooch closer to Bree’s door until there’s enough room for her to pass, and I realize only once the woman’s halfway down the stairs that Bree didn’t move, and our bodies are pressed against one another’s.

“Sorry,” we say at the same time, and both of us practically topple over in our haste to shift away.

And then we’re laughing, giggling like school children, because… What? What are we so embarrassed about? We fell asleep on a cold floor clinging to one another’s hands. I was half-naked and half-dead for most of the time we spent together inside the prison. I’ve seen her back, bare and scarred like painted porcelain, seen her clothes nearly ripped to shreds.

Today, suddenly, we’re both modest.

Well, I don’t know if that’s what she’s laughing about, but that’s what’s going through my head.

“Don’t run away again,” I say. “Please.”

“Okay.” Slowly, she nods, her eyes solemn. But earnest. “I won’t.”

“You promise?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“You really, truly, fucking promise me you’re not going to sneak off in the night and leave another goddamn cryptic note that I can dwell on for the rest of my life?”

She bursts into a new laugh. “Will Wardrew,” she says, taking my hands in hers now, “I swear on my life I won’t run away again.”

“Good—”

“Without telling you.”

“Fuck it, Bree, don’t—”

“Unless I have a really good reason to.”

“No!” I squeeze her fingers tight. “Not even then. Tell me if you’re going to leave.”

She fixes me with a disbelieving stare. “And what would you do about it if I did?”

I pause. Think. “Talk you out of it. At the very least…get you to say goodbye. Properly.”

For a moment, silence.

Then she makes a face, saying, “You’re full of shit, you know,” and I grin.

When she tries to pull back her hand again, though, I’m not quite ready to let go. “For real this time. Promise.”

I don’t know why I am so desperate for these words, why I wait with bated breath. 

“All right.” There’s no hint of teasing in her voice now. “I promise.”

Downstairs my family is waiting for me, surely still ready to beat me up for being a reckless idiot.

Oh, well. It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to knock some sense into me. Hasn’t worked so far.

“Come down and see everyone,” I say, not ready to let her go just yet. But her face pales, and she shakes her head.

“Why not? Jamie saw you. It’s not like it’s a secret. Also, he can’t beat the shit out of me for climbing up here while you’re sitting there. And,” I add, unable to keep the grin off my face, “you can pay Allan back what you stole from him.”

Her cheeks flush again, and she’s obviously hiding a smile, but she still shakes her head. After a moment, she grows more solemn. “The last thing I said to your brother…” Her voice trails off.

“What?”

“Well, it wasn’t very nice.”

I think back, trying to remember if Jamie ever mentioned a last conversation with Bree. “Who cares? He probably deserved it.”

Bree bites her lip, holding back another laugh, and I wish she wouldn’t. There was enough of that in the darkness together. I don’t want her—I don’t want either of us—to ever have to hold back any pinch of happiness ever again.

“Come on.” I grip her hands tightly and stand, pulling her up with me. “I'm sure you’ve got some stories to tell. And us, too. Oh, and Colette will probably be happy to see you. I think she gets a little tired of being the only girl sometimes.”

Am I rambling?

That seems to put her more at ease, but her smile stays uncertain. “All right. Fine. If you insist.” She takes a deep breath. “It’s… It’s safe, right? All of us? Here? Together?” Her hand worries at the fabric of her sleeve, right over the spot where I know her IA tattoo is hidden.

I know what she really means: You don’t think Hatchett could possibly know you’re here, right?

“Yeah. Don’t worry.” None of us have dared to go near any constables since we left the city—and we all plan to keep it that way. I reach for her arm, run my fingers over the invisible ink beneath her clothes. “You’re safe. I promise.” Deciding the mood’s gotten too gloomy, I add, “Anyway, if there’s trouble, you’ve got that cute little knife. You’ll protect me, right?”

“You think you’re so funny. I almost got you with that cute little knife.” But she’s laughing. Smiling.

Living.

Against all odds, we both are.

All I ever wanted, I realize as we head for the table where Jamie, Geoff, Colette, and Allan are waiting—Jamie with his brow furrowed and his arms crossed but the barest hint of something that isn’t disapproval on his face, Colette and Geoff pretending not to grin and gossip in one another’s ears, and Allan looking so concerned and confused and awed, I almost choke.

All I ever wanted—friends and family.

Safe and sound and alive.

Together.

THE END

[storiesofsvu]

Journey to the Past Ch 10

Bryan Kneef x reader Warnings: language, mentions of smut, that's about it for this chapter? A/N: this piece is kind of a filler chapter, and kinda hops around from anecdote to anecdote, a little glimpse inside of these two as they start to get more serious, everything takes place over a series of weeks, so it might seem kinda jumpy? Anyways, the plot thickens next chapter....

It was over the next passing months that you realized exactly what it meant to be dating Bryan Kneef, even if it was still casual and you were incredibly thankful for it. For once, the man you were dating actually understood your workload and how important your career was, there was no complaining or fighting when dates had to be pushed or cancelled, even if it was last minute. There were no annoyed huffs when a phone went off halfway through dinner and you had to leave, and there certainly wasn’t any annoying commentary when after dinner you’d pick up your work and continue to sift through cases while the television was on in the background. And this was because Bryan was on the offending end just as much as he was on the receiving end, things were actually balanced for once. Instead of trying to get you to focus on whatever nightly drama was on the television, he was focused on reading through arguments for tomorrow’s case, your legs strewn across his lap while you researched your own case. His free hand occasionally coming to trace mindless patterns on your skin.

It also meant that you got a weekly delivery of fresh flowers. Even if the last bouquet from the previous week wasn’t dead yet, every Wednesday when you got home you’d fine the parcel sitting outside your apartment door. Sometimes it was just the flowers, sometimes there were little treats, chocolate, gourmet coffee beans and the like. Sometimes there were hints of what your date night was that weekend, theatre tickets, a brochure for a gallery opening, a print off of a menu. You couldn’t help but smirk when the little added gift was something for your and Bryan’s eyes only, lingerie, a set of jeweled plugs, a lush vibrator he was able to control even if he wasn’t in the same city as you.

You managed to see each other at least once a week, even if it was only a quick cup of coffee or a late night hook up, though they did frequently get cut short, especially if you tried to meet for lunch. Which is why you had an extra cup of coffee in your hand, and were earlier than needed for your meeting with Diane at STR. Last weeks date night had been cut short before drinks had even hit the table and this week’s was already getting pushed, a quick coffee break was the least you could do. You knocked on the doorframe of Bryan’s office, waiting for him to finish a phone call before you intruded.  

His attention was on the computer screen in front of him, ignoring the sound of the knock as he held back an eyeroll, he’d already been interrupted more times than he could count today. He wrapped up his phone call, letting out a huff as he hung up, scribbling a couple of things down on his calendar as he spoke.

“What?”

“You ever heard of a pleasant greeting?” You replied with a tease and his eyes widened as his head shot up.

“What’re you doing here?”

“Figured you’d need a fix.” You held up the coffee in your hand, crossing through the space to place it down on the desk in front of him, perching on the edge of his desk.

“You’re a goddess, you know that?” One hand picked up the coffee to take a hefty sip while the other reached out, squeezing at your thigh, remaining there as he moved to stand. His hand moved from the coffee, cupping the back of your neck while your arms draped over his shoulders and he kissed you softly, “a real fucking goddess.”

“Careful,” you warned, “you’re stroking my ego.”

“Mmm… I can think of a few other things I could stroke instead.” He grinned and you laughed, rolling your eyes.

“Maybe next time, I’ve got a meeting.”

“Awee.” He stepped away, dropping back into his chair, “you mean you didn’t come all the way across town just to see me?”

“No.” You chuckled, “but it’s the thought that counts.” You leant down, giving him another kiss before sliding off the desk, “let me know about the verdict for Thursday.”

“I will. I really don’t want to lose those seats.”

“Meh.” You shrugged, “take out on Saturday sounds just as good to me.” He pulled you back for one more kiss before you finally slipped from his office to get back to work.

As it turned out, you did lose the seats and it was a late night of take out and old movies at your place before Bryan managed to get you into the bedroom, not that it took much convincing. His hands started wandering halfway through the movie and honestly, you weren’t complaining.

The following week you’d managed to pick up three more cases, working what felt like far too much overtime and had to push Tuesday’s date to Thursday instead. Bryan wasn’t upset by the matter, reminding you that he understood and it was your surprise when he showed up in your office doorway at twelve thirty on Tuesday.

“I was in the neighbourhood.” He explained with a shrug, and you raised a brow in his direction, “okay, I’ve got a meeting with Harrison.” He nodded down the hallway and you chuckled, “but I also can’t help but notice you’re working through lunch and as much as I’m not surprised I am disappointed.”

“Who says I’m not taking a late lunch.” You countered and it was his turn to laugh, pulling the bag of take out from behind his back, placing it on the desk.

“I know how lawyers are, remember?” He grinned and you let out a huff of defeated surrender, putting down your pen.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly, accepting the kiss he left on your lips before opening the bag. “How’d you manage to know I was craving pad Thai?”

“A hunch I guess.” He replied and when you looked up at him you caught him studying your face.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He grinned, “just trying to figure out if you’d look better in rubies or emeralds.”

“I prefer diamonds.” You teased back with a laugh and he scoffed.

When you got home that night you found a package containing gorgeous emerald earrings with the note ‘diamonds are overrated’ attached.

The next time he showed up at your office to find you wearing the jewelry he simply locked the door behind him and hoisted you up onto your desk. He bunched your skirt around your waist and pulled down your panties and when you reached down to palm at him through his pants his hand closed around your wrist a simple “your office, your pleasure,” uttered before he sunk to his knees and started to eat you out.

You returned the favour the following week in his office, Bryan fucking your face until your make up was ruined and you used his private bathroom to make sure you were presentable before you went about your day.

It became routine to sleep over at each other’s places during the week, simply giving the two of your more time together considering the tight schedules. Most of the time the evenings were spent chattering on about work, helping each other work through parts of cases you were stuck on while eating. Morning were either rushed, quiet as you got ready quickly and went your own ways after breakfast, or you were blessed with a day neither of you had to be in right at nine and you were able to laze around a little bit, wake up and lazily explore each other’s bodies, have the time for breakfast and a little extra time of sleepily cuddling while getting ready.

Today, you were at Bryan’s apartment, he’d let you in, kissed your cheek and said he’d be in the home office if you needed him. You had no issues with that, knowing his workload was heavier than yours at the moment and settled in at the kitchen island with your own. A few hours later your stomach growled and you let out a small sigh, packing up your work and wandering down the hallway and into the office, leaning against the side of the desk.

“I’m gonna raid your fridge and make dinner, you have any preferences?”

“No.” He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face, scrunching his eyes shut tightly before he blinked a couple of times and huffed, “I’m not really hungry anyways.”

“You okay?” You asked, noticing the slump in his shoulders, the steadily darkening bags under his eyes, “you seem pretty wiped.”

“Just tired.” He cast a small smile up at you and you frowned.

“I can go,” you offered, “one less thing to worry about. I promise I won’t be offended.”

“No, no.” He reached out, squeezing at your hand, “I know shutting myself away in the office doesn’t exactly make it seem like I want you here, but I do.”

“Okay.” You smiled softly, your hand moving from his to his cheek, thumb rubbing across his skin, scratching gently at his beard and you frowned once again, your hand flipping over and moving to his forehead, “Bry, you’re burning up!”

“It’s fine. I told you I’m just tired.”

“No.” Your voice hardened, “ah!” You swatted at him as he picked up a glass of alcohol, snagging the glass from him, “you need tea not bourbon!”

“Oh come on!” He scoffed and you shot him a glare that was enough to shut him up.

“Put this away.” You gestured to the papers in front of him, “and get into bed. You need rest, but you do need to eat something first, I’ll see what you’ve got that’s suitable and then get outta your hair.”

Bryan let out a little grumble but did as you suggested, packing up his work and standing from the desk, though he did manage to snag the tumbler of bourbon, downing it as you let out an offended scoff, snatching the now empty glass back from him.

“Bed.” You nudged him in the direction of the bedroom, “do you have anything to take to combat the fever?”

“I’m sure I’ve got something.” He mumbled before wandering down the hallway and you retreated to the kitchen.

You were happy to hear the shower starting, letting out a little sigh as you started digging through Bryan’s fridge and pantry to put something easy together. When the water stopped running there was only a brief amount of silence before the bedroom t.v. was flicked on at a low volume and you were happy that he wasn’t trying to continue to work. You managed to find some soup and toasted up some bread to go along with it, plating it up and bringing it down to the bedroom with a mug of tea and bottle of water.

“Thank you.” Bryan smiled up at you as you placed the items down on the bedside table, “you really didn’t have to.”

“On the contrary I think I did. It would’ve been whiskey for dinner otherwise.” You teased and he scoffed, wincing as the scoff turned into a cough.

“Are you gonna be okay if I go? Or are you one of those men who turn into whiney petulant toddlers when they’re sick?”

“Fuck off.” Bryan grumbled, letting out a huff before taking a sip of water, “and I’d like you to stay… please?”

“You baby.” You laughed, leaning in to leave a kiss on the top of his head.

“I don’t want to get you sick though; I know how much you’ve got on your plate right now.”

“I’ll stay in the guest room.” You offered with a shrug and Bryan finally surrendered with a small nod.

As much as he knew he’d likely be fine, maybe warding off a flu for the rest of the week, he really did appreciate your company, especially at a time like this. He knew you’d take better care of him than he would himself, after all, you’d already gotten him into bed (and for sleeping) much earlier than he would have otherwise. He felt a warmth building in his chest and an uneasy sensation in the pit of his stomach,

“What?” You asked, your brow furrowing and he cleared his throat.

“Nothing, just… you’re definitely right. I can feel something coming on.”

“I’ll run down to the pharmacy to grab a few things that’ll help.” You smiled softly, “eat that, take some medication and sleep. Alright?”

“Yes nurse.” He grinned and you rolled your eyes.

“Please, with a Harvard education? Those are doctor’s orders.” You turned to cross through the room, “and get me your assistant’s number, I’ll call and get your day shifted around as much as possible tomorrow. No alarms, you’re not going into the office.”

“Well if that’s what the doctor says, then it goes.” He replied with a small chuckle that caused him to cough again, “thank you.”

“Of course.”

*

Bryan knew he woke up a couple of times during the night, mainly the times he needed more water or medicine, but otherwise he was dead to the world. When he finally did wake up sun was streaming through his bedroom and it was well past noon. He had some kind of memory, possibly a dream of you still being there, checking on him throughout the night, making sure he was okay and that dream became a memory with the sight of a fresh package of Advil cold & flu on the bedside table. As much as he felt like shit, his stomach was grumbling so he slowly made his way from the bedroom out to the main part of the apartment.

He had to admit, he was a little disappointed to find the space empty, you were clearly gone and he frowned at the fact. Though he very quickly found the get well soon basket on the kitchen island, along with a handwritten note. You’d picked up both dry cough syrup and mucus relieving cough syrup, Tylenol, Advil, cold and sinus medication, NeoCitran, there were cans of soup and when he opened the fridge there was a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice and Tupper wear filled with homemade chicken noodle soup. He picked up the note,

‘Bry,

Sorry I had to leave, I honestly feel terrible and I’ll try to come back later today to check on you but I got a new case. Your assistant has pushed all your current caseload and you won’t need to be back in the office til Friday. Take care of yourself, okay?’

He couldn’t help but smile, a gentle hum escaping his lips as he read the words. He felt that new feeling of warmth in his chest and started to wonder if his flu was going to last longer than originally thought. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this taken care of or cared for. Back in college you’d always made sure he’d gotten enough sleep and proper nutrition and that was showing right now. As he sat down at the island he started to trace back through his past, wondering if anyone had ever put in as much effort as you had and they never did. He felt the warmth again, though this time it started in his stomach, working its way up through his body until he finally shook it off, taking a large swig from the water bottle, he couldn’t afford this flu to last any longer than a couple of days, he had too much on his plate.

Across town you were on your way out of the courthouse, rattling a list of tasks off to your assistant to help split up your workload for the rest of the day when your phone pinged. You let out a soft sigh, stopping on the corner to wait for the light to change and pulled out your phone to find a text from Bryan.

‘You’re an angel sweetheart, you really didn’t have to go all out for me’

A small smile crept onto your lips, half the reason you’d been splitting up your tasks was so that you could get back to Bryan’s place after work at a reasonable time to see how he was doing.

‘Well we can’t have the very important Mr Kneef out for the rest of the week, can we? Just wanted to cover all the bases. How’re you feeling?’

‘I think it might be getting worse, thought it was just a fever when I woke up but my stomach’s got this weird feeling.’

‘There’s Pepto in the basket and Pedialyte freezies in the freezer. I can probably be there around six?’

‘Don’t worry about it darlin’. If I am worse I really don’t want you to catch it. But I am buying you dinner, let me know when you’re home and what you want.’

‘Thank you. You’re a gem. And sorry about leaving your door unlocked when I left, I really didn’t want to wake you up.’

‘I’ve got a doorman for a reason. You’ve got the tickets for that silent auction Friday, right?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Take Kim, I don’t want you missing out.’

‘Alright. Keep me posted, get some rest Bry.’

‘Will do.’

You pocketed your phone, laughing off the look your assistant was giving you and ignoring the comments about how you must’ve been talking to ‘someone special’, nodding in the direction of the changed light so the two of you could get back to the office and back to the task at hand. You could worry about Bryan later, right now you had a job to do.

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[starvels]

Top 5 ways to get your goat

i've had a couple of days of being rly annoyed at little things so i think this is actually a very time appropriate question lmfaooo. not top 5 probably, but just the ones i've come up with right now upon first thought:

being mean for no reason. my own personal mantra is 'is it true, is it kind, is it necessary' and i really hold that to heart, both in life and in writing and fandom. what is literally the point at all to being unnecessarily rude and untruthful?? fucking yike. when i see someone being rude to a service person/in public/to someone w less power than them, i immediately drop kick them verbally into the next year. i don't tolerate that shit.

being asked how i am doing in a disingenuous way/not being giving room to respond in truth/not being asked at all. i think asking after someone can be a beautiful infinitesimal celebration of their importance to you. i like to engage in that a lot and like to receive that as well.

inability to see things in a nuanced fashion. i wholeheartedly believe that reactive, self-centering extremism in all forms and functions is exceptionally damaging and i don't think enough people in today's day and age have considered how they have been adversely affected by the omnipresent need to have One Right Verifiable Easy Googlable Answer and for that one answer to be theirs. perfect example of this is fandom itself and the conversation about constructive critique in instances of racist/transphobic/eurocentric/ableist/etc. portrayals. and i think it boils down to [the good place voice] what we owe to each other. and what we owe is not a reflexive hard answer, but an open query and a second of listening. do i have an answer for how to perfectly balance safety and open creativity? no. but i care a lot about asking other people how they feel and asking them to work with me to find out the full range of the set of our answers.

being constrained. by the narrative or by circumstance or expectation or my own limitation. exploring is so wholeheartedly the point for me in so many things. i've realized the more and more i write, the more and more i want to explore and try my hand at new things -- slow unfolding horror, unreliable narration, kinks oh so many kinks, articulations of relationships, meticulous data based stories, etc. i like growth, i like network expansion, i like mycellium, what can i say?

under-seasoning things. it's such a small thing but the longer i live the more i'm like i do NOT want to experience blandness in food or in life. under-seasoning an AU or a worldbuilding in a story? so exceptionally frustrating. to be like, iunno. 'oh it's a/b/o but just with lubricating assholes and mean assholes' is mmm, let me lisa frank and say, "that is a waste!" make it unhinged! make it inhuman in weird ass ways! make it goddamn! queer! and! intersex! (tshirt that says: stop being pussies abt including pussies in your porn dhjgfkbjndk).

+bonus/pursuant to the last: not being enthusiastic/being ashamed about things you enjoy. i'm a type 7w8 on the enneagram and a libra and i just so sincerely think that people should experience the full range of their emotional spectrum and delight in every heightened and aroused moment of it. same in fandom, too, tell me! what you like about a thing! make 20 art pieces with the same palette and concept!! i fucking love it!!!! show me the heart of your muse!!

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other top 5 answers

[focusandrelaxforme]

Documenting My Subject's Hypno Slavery Journey (Part 5)

Some notes:

- At the end of today's entry, I had KittySub talk about what her long-term goals and wants are. For me, personally, I'm primarily focused on a few things in the intermediate; first is her health. Keeping her motivated and adhering to her diet and exercise regiment is not only going to help her by keeping her physically healthy, but should also have knock on mental health benefits as well. Secondly, improving the depth and quality of her trances. Unfortunately, the last couple days, and the next few days are difficult in terms of finding enough time to do this. My plan is for some fractionation, probably intermixed with some progressive relaxation, but these do take time that we don't always have. Regardless, we shall soldier forward and continue to make her the best slave she can be, both in mind and body.

Anyways, that's enough from me. Here's the part you're all really here for:

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Dear Diary,

Today started out like every day this week.. I woke up with my pussy feeling empty and aching. I instantly rolled over and slid my lush back inside me and messaged my Master good morning. He had more plans for me than usual though. Usually I find myself scrambling all over before work, but I found myself with a bit extra time. Master took advantage of that. Using the time to put me under and train my mind more for him . I have to tell him exactly how deep I am when he outs me to sleep .and I must sleep instantly...even if it is mid conversation. He also decided today he would show me how obedient I have become. He instructed me to removed my lush and slide in my dildo. He then convinced me that wearing a dildo would be perfectly fine for the day...and I wouldn't feel it at all...and he repeatedly told me how good it is to obey.. and I felt myself craving the dildo inside me...and thinking how good it feels to be even more filled for him. But deep in the back of my brain.. my inner kittysub was screaming.. omg no.. haha. Could you imagine walking all day with a large dildo pressed inside you. I am starting to think i need to add to my growing dildo collection before I have this large dildo pressed inside me at work. Is that a health risk Master? I don't know . But I do know Master cares greatly for my health.

Anyway.. back to my story, thankfully after fully convincing me that I would be the most obedient slave to ever exist.. cough. Lol.. and I would wear my dildo all day for him.. he sweetly told me to go remove it and put my lush back in. .but not without giving me a nice fucking and orgasm with my dildo. Mmm.. that is such a nice way to start your day!

Then I was settled in at work later this morning.. I was having anxiety and thoughts about an upcoming trip I have...where I will be forced to do a lot of tough adulting.. I informed Master about my trip and told him I would have 4 days around family.. so we might need to be creative. Then I proceeded to ask if a lush could go through airport security. Oh my was that a mistake. Hehe. Master gave me lots of other options for my plane trip.. my dildo pressed inside me, an anal plug, a dildo gag under a mask.. or a combination of all 3. What nice choices. I started to panic a bit. He sounded quite serious. Its hard to read my Masters humor though. Was/ is he joking?? I really must research smaller dildos. Can they see dildos on the x-ray? ����😳 I realized I might cry from the public humiliation of having a dildo pressed inside me through security. Master then calmed me.. telling me how great it would feel to obey.. and what a good slave I am.. and how much pleasure I would get if I just obey. He told me I would be soo happy to obey.. and instantly turned into a puddle in his hands. Master is making me want to worship him. What has this slave got herself into.. and why does it excite me so much to be such a good girl.

I am really enjoyed our lovely conversations too.. not just the dirty aspects of our relationship. I can sense Masters care towards me...even though he doesn't always show his affection. I know he wouldn't wish anything bad on me.

He's asked me to talk about my long term goals.. and quite honestly.. they are mostly just to feel confident in my own skin. Just being his slave and knowing i have someone looking out for me has helped me greatly. I already feel more confident. But I look forward to being able to buy some smaller clothes, feel relaxed in stores and public places.. and I want to be treated better by people.. and I would love to tell my family to kiss my butt. Haha. That's terrible. But true.

Another long term goal I have . Is that I have always wanted to be collared. I know to some..it doesn't mean much .but to me it seems so exciting and like you have found a connection. Yes I am married...but I am poly.. is it bad to want that? I just want to be able to look down or touch myself and feel like I am owned fully and wanted. Its stupid probably. But a goal nonetheless. Anyway.. I'm sure I've said entirely too much now. I feel as though I have no filter when I write these diary entries. I have to be so honest and vulnerable. Its scary yet so rewarding to be my Masters slave.

Xoxo

Master's sometimes sassy...but really a good girl...slave 🙂

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[badass-sunshine]

I may be a mess but at least I'm cute

[starryeyedmunson]

never worked (pt. 4) - e.m.

pairing: eddie munson x fem!henderson!reader

warnings: smut (minors dni), pet name: sweetheart, pretty girl, baby, doll; driving under influence (pls do not do this people), being drunk, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap in today’s political climate), light choking, oral (f receiving), soft sex turned not as soft, slight orgasm denial, handjob over the clothes, finishing inside, swearing, lmk if any more

author’s note: here we are. we are here. not such an experienced smut writer but we’re gonna do it and none of you are going to judge me about it. also come on we all know eddie fucks. so it’s not off character. love you all

word count: 5.1k (i literally am so sorry)

You started saying hi to Eddie at school. It almost felt wrong because of how much your friends teased you about it, so you kept the greetings and waves to a minimum. It didn’t stop you from talking to him completely, though.

“Why are you always offering to drive me now?” Dustin asked on the way home from Hellfire Club. You were silent for a minute while trying to find the best lie to come up with.

“It’s not that safe to be biking home in the dark so far,” you said, trying to act casual. Skepticism was radiating from the passenger seat, and you kept your eyes on the road to avoid it. All you heard was an “mmm” after a few moments, and you were hoping your lie had worked on your nosy little brother. It’s true, it wasn’t safe to be biking home like that, but you weren’t going to tell him the real reason of just wanting to see Eddie Munson. You weren’t sure what had come over you, but you were always disappointed to never see him walk out of the door, as he was probably staying later to clean up the game. Every time you would pick up Dustin, you hoped he would show but were always met with a nagging feeling that he was avoiding you. You shook the thought from your head, chalking it up to wrong timing, and went on to the next day just to shyly say hi to the new basis of your thoughts.

“Alright, what is this about,” Chrissy said as you looked down at your freshly manicured nails. You looked up at her accusatory face, and hummed in confusion. “Ever since you bought those drugs from the freak you’ve been so weird. Jake has been so far up your ass and you barely pay him any attention now. So, like I said, what is this about?”

“I-” you started, not knowing what to say. She raised her eyebrows as she waited for an answer, and you finally just blurted it out. “He’s just a lot cooler than everyone thinks he is, okay?”

She laughed in your face, but then regained her composure when she realized you were serious. “Are you kidding me?” Your head was now in your hands from embarrassment and you could sense Chrissy’s judgmental stare.

“He is! People just don’t really get to know him, but he’s actually really nice,” you defended both yourself and him. She put her hands up in defense from your slightly aggressive tone.

“Fine, fine,” she said. “I don’t really believe you, he looks mean and scary.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you said. You wanted to vouch for him, but you knew it would blow up in your friend group, and they would all make fun of you. For some reason you cared about what they thought. Even though you had confusing feelings around Eddie, you weren’t ready to admit that you liked him. Katherine’s voice brought you out of your thoughts as she cracked a joke, and your plagued mind was quickly cleared as you brought yourself back into the conversation.

You made your way to the library and sat down, as this Bio test was going to kick your ass after your distraction of going to Eddie’s house. You whipped out your notebook and began studying the notes, highlighting things instinctively as you went. The time was moving so slowly, but you kept going through the notes until someone sat down across from you. You didn’t look up until after a while they spoke.

“Going back to ignoring me?” Your head raised but you were still looking at the paper, because it could have honestly been anyone. But when your eyes found Eddie Munson, your instinct was to give him the most surprised and confused look your face had ever made.

“Do you know where you are?” you asked, genuinely concerned.

“Yes…?” he whispered slowly.

“This is a library. How did you even know where it was?” you whispered back. He let out a small laugh, earning some sideways glances from the other people in the library.

“I elect not to do my work, but I’m not stupid, Henderson,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “I actually came here to do an assignment for Ms. O’Donnell’s. I need to pass in order to graduate, and it’s safe to assume I don’t want to spend another year here.” You gave a quiet ‘ah’ in response, and you watched him pull out a brand new notebook that he clearly had never opened. He took out a pencil and began writing as you looked back down at your own notebook. You two sat in a comfortable silence as you worked, stealing occasional glances at each other without the other seeing.

About thirty minutes passed before Eddie let out a quiet groan, and you looked up at his furrowed brows and unmoving pencil. “Everything good, Munson?” you asked. He flipped you off without even looking up, and you smirked at him. He sat there for a minute before shaking his head and closing the notebook.

“I am never coming in here again,” he stated flatly. You tried not to laugh as he put the notebook back in his bag, and you felt the wave of disappointment wash over you. “Seriously, I don’t like it in here. I can’t do this essay for shit without some sort of music.”

“You mean you can’t write without Metallica screaming in your ears?” you asked sarcastically. He gave you a look as you smiled again, then put on a sly face.

“I’d rather listen to that Journey concert I experienced a couple days ago,” he said, and your cheeks flushed.

“You shut up,” you said a little too loud, inducing the annoyed looks you got previously. He chuckled to himself then thought of an idea.

“On a more serious note, can you help me? You can keep me motivated,” he whispered. Your face faltered, and you could see Eddie’s cheeks blushing slightly from your reaction.

“Uh, okay,” you said.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just asking. I can get your brother to help me or something,” he said quickly. Your brows scrunched as you put your hand up in dismissal.

“No, no, I want to,” you said, and the grin reappeared on Eddie’s face.

“Cool, it’s due Tuesday so you can focus on your bio test before you help me,” he said. You smiled at how thoughtful he was, and nodded your head. He gave you a small ‘bye’ and turned around, walking quickly out of the library. The rest of your studying was useless because you thought about him the entire time.

After the school day was over, you went to Chrissy’s house to get ready for the basketball game that night. You were less excited than usual, but you played the part for your friends. The game ended up flying by given that you were distracted the entire time. You walked fast out of the gymnasium with your friends, all talking and laughing.

“Jason’s?” Chrissy asked you. Without thinking, you were nodding your head yes, and Chrissy smiled widely. When you got to his house, however, you were in another world. You were drinking lightly, barely paying any attention to the conversation you were in. No one seemed to notice because they were all plastered, and you were able to sneak away to your car. You drove home, only slightly buzzed, and walked into your house. Feeling socially drained, you slowly took off your makeup and uniform, slumping into your bed with Eddie on your mind.

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You stared at the ringing phone and took a deep breath, preparing yourself for who was on the other line. You finally picked it up and closed your eyes while saying “Hello?” in quite possibly the most girly and out-of-character voice you had ever made. You mentally face palmed when you heard the boy on the other line ask “What was that?”

“Oh, Eddie?” you said, trying to sound normal again.

“Um, yeah,” he said hesitantly. You sighed with contentment and greeted him normally with a light ‘oh, hi’ compared to your last attempt. “Listen, uh, I was thinking we could work on the paper tonight? I know it’s a Saturday, but I, uh, want to have it done sooner,” lying through his teeth. He was so nervous and spoke quickly, knowing you could see right through it.

“Sounds good to me, I’m not doing anything anyways,” you said, knowing full well you said you would hang out with Jason, Chrissy, Jake, and Katherine. The two of you didn’t buy a single word of what each other said, but Eddie responded nonetheless.

“Alright, cool,” he said, and you smiled from the other line. “When works best for you?”

“I should probably eat dinner first, at around 9?” you said a little too quickly, bringing a laugh out of Eddie.

“9 is good, see you then, sweetheart.” Your face broke into a smile as if it was a trained response to the pet name.

“See you,” you said, trying to sound casual this time. You hung up the phone and turned around quickly, unable to keep the smile off of your face. You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling before being interrupted by Dustin yelling out a loud ‘son of a bitch,’ followed by your mother saying back ‘Dusty!’

A couple hours later, you had finished dinner and were standing in your room in a pile of clothes. For some reason this was the outfit you had put the most effort into since freshman year, and there you stood in a hurricane of a room. You groaned in frustration, holding up various t-shirts to your body. You were on the verge of giving up and finally just went with a plain white t-shirt and some jeans. You put on your Nikes and practically ran out of the house when you heard your brother yell “Where are you going?” as you closed the door.

You arrived at his house after driving the slowest anyone had ever seen. You walked up equally as slow to the door, knocking four times again. The door opened immediately to reveal Eddie back in his Hellfire shirt that he wore the day before. You two stared at each other for a moment, then said “hi” at the same exact time, causing you both to blush. 

“Hi,” he said again, a soft smile appearing on his face. You looked down and smiled, then walked into the house and looked up at him. He donned the same smile as yours, gesturing for you to go towards his room. You obliged, walking into the now familiar, but cleaner room. You sat down on the bed as he walked in, and he nervously sat next to you. He was running his hands back and forth on his thighs and was avoiding your gaze until he finally spoke up and said, “should we get started?”

“Yes, perfect,” you said, trying to maintain your composure. He leaned forward and pulled out his notebook, opening it and clearing his throat. He read you what he had so far, and it actually wasn’t that bad. Little tweaks, here and there, but the gist of it was understandable enough. You let him know the changes he should make and what he should keep in, and he seemed to genuinely listen to them. You stole glances at him, watching his lips as he talked. One time you stared a little too long, and he caught you in the act. You instantly looked away before taking a glance at him, who was still staring at you. He had a smug look on his face, and you made a face at him. He just laughed and set down the notebook, causing your breath to hitch. He looked back up at you with narrowed eyes.

“Are you even listening to me?” he asked. Your eyebrows raised and you responded with a ‘yes!’ in your defense. “Really, what did I just say?” he asked, raising his eyebrows too.

You sat there with your mouth open like you were about to respond, but nothing came out. You nervously laughed as he smirked at you, and you smacked him on the arm. He just laughed and turned to face you on the bed, but you faced forward still. You played with your nails before you watched Eddie’s ringed fingers place them on your hand. You slowly looked at him, and his hand pulled back quickly.

“Sorry, I don’t-” he muttered before clearing his throat. “I’m going to do something and I hope you’re okay with it.” You nodded your head two times, and breathed in deeply before exhaling. He looked at you for a while, nervousness all over his face. He coughed nervously before saying “I think I should maybe smo-”

“Eddie?” you interrupted. He looked at you again, almost scared. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He leaned in instantly. You felt his lips press against yours and melted into him, putting your hands in his hair as he snuck his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. It was honestly a little awkward, but once you two moved your bodies toward each other, it clicked. You were pulling on his hair lightly, and he hummed into your mouth in delight. His hands were on your waist, tightly holding on and keeping you close to him. He pulled away breathlessly and rested his forehead on yours.

“That was way overdue,” he said, and you lightly laughed. Your hands were still resting in his hair, and you used it to your advantage and pulled him back in. It was almost like your lips were made for each other, the way he swiped his tongue across them and how they slotted perfectly together. He began to lean forward, in turn laying you down on the bed. He didn’t put too much pressure on you as he fit himself between your legs, and he sighed into your kiss with contentment. His hand roamed up and down your body, feeling every curve and every bump. You would normally be insecure about it, but for some reason you felt comfortable with him. He went to move under your shirt, and you let him continue his exploration of your body while he moved to kiss your neck. Sloppy, hot kisses were placed everywhere, and you moved your head up to allow more access. At this point his thumb was running along the under wiring of your bra, and he pulled away for a moment.

“Is this okay?” he asked, searching your eyes for any hesitation. You nodded your head, but he wouldn’t bite. “Words, baby.” You felt a rush headed straight for between your legs at the new name, and you responded with a ‘yes’ that you couldn’t even say fully as you pulled him back towards your lips. He took the signal to lift your shirt completely, and he helped you out of it before returning to look at your body. He stared in admiration, running his hand along your side. “So beautiful,” he said to himself. He went back to your neck, biting lightly before smoothing it over with his tongue. You let out a small moan as he did so, tightening your grip on his back and pulling him impossibly close. Your nails softly moved down his back, and you felt yourself getting lost in the feeling of his kisses leaving a trail down to your breasts. His trail of adoration diverged as he kissed you on your chest, sliding his hand to your back to remove your bra. He did it in a swift motion as if it was practiced, but you didn’t care. He slid the bra down your shoulders and discarded it to the side of his bed, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. You watched him suck lightly, taking it in between his teeth and circling it with his tongue. It felt amazing before he cut it short and moved to the other side.

You felt his hand move from your breast down your stomach which slightly tickled, but as soon as he got to your jeans zipper you were back in focus. He looked up at you, asking for permission with his eyes, and you undid it yourself before having him pull them off of you. He sat up to take his shirt off, and you took a long look at him. He wasn’t the most buff person you had ever seen, yet he was still naturally toned. Tattoos littered his chest, and you sat up to touch them. You ran your fingers over the black ink in awe until he took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. You watched him do so, and his eyes were locked on you. He put your hand back down and slowly laid you back down, laying your head on the pillow. He kissed you once and slowly, then returned to trail kisses down your stomach to the top of your underwear. He brought his hand to your heat, lightly running his finger up and down. You moaned in impatience as he took his time applying more pressure with each stripe he drew. He began to kiss your hips until they finally led him down to where his fingers were now intensely pressed against the cloth separating them from your practically dripping core.

“Eddie,” you said, breathless. He looked up at you with a smirk and you gave him an impatient look. “Stop teasing.” He laughed to himself, hot breath hitting your pussy and causing you to squirm from the good feeling. 

“Eager, are we?” he said, the smirk still on his face. You whined, trying not to close your eyes at the feeling of his breath so close to where you wanted him most. He shook his head and leaned back, taking your underwear with him. You lifted your hips as he slid the cloth down your legs, growing more and more anticipatory by the second. He took his time returning to his position with his head in between your legs. It was then that he finally attached his mouth to your most sensitive spot, but only for a moment. He left pressured kisses all up and down your pussy, licking his way up and down. You threw your head back when he honed in on your clit, taking it in his mouth and sucking lightly. It turned more harsh, but it was exactly what you needed to feel. You couldn’t get enough when he began swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud, his mouth moving expertly as he inserted his middle finger into you. You felt it curl, hitting just below the spot you needed it most, and begged him for more. You felt his hummed laughter, and it drove you insane. He put a second finger in and filled you up perfectly to reach the spongy spot inside of you. His tongue worked you as he pumped his fingers in and out, keeping them there for a couple seconds and curling them to drive you absolutely wild. Your hands flew to his hair and tugged on it as you felt pure bliss, and he made small noises because the feeling of your fingers in his hair was amazing.

He continued to work his magic, and you started to lose it. “Eddie,” you said, not even being able to focus on the words. “I’m going to-”

And he stops.

Your head whips down at him, having the knot in your lower stomach dissipate. “What the hell?” He laughed and moved his way back up to you, kissing you deeply. You tasted yourself on his lips and moaned as he pushed his tongue further into your mouth. Desperate for more, your hands found their way to his black jeans and began to push them down, which he gladly helped with. Once they were off you could see the outline of his cock through his briefs. You reached down to run your fingers over the cloth, and his head fell down as he shuddered at the feeling. The way your hands moved so delicately and at the perfect pace sent him into bliss. He breathed heavily as your grip tightened, letting out a small moan himself. You smiled, loving the sound of him being so needy, and you began to move your hand up and down ever so slowly. 

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathed out, “feels so good.” You smiled at the praise as he looked up at you, and he noticed the way you responded. His hand moved from the side of your head to your cheek, running it down your face and finally landing on your neck to wrap around it lightly. He tightened his hand, and it was foreign to you. No guy had ever done that to you, but you strangely liked it to the point where you placed your hand over his and tightened your own hand around his. He sat there in awe as you looked up at him with doe eyes, and he had to take his hand out from under yours to remove his briefs that were straining his now-fully hard cock. He took them off and moved back towards you, lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed in ever-so slowly, pulling back out every couple times until he was fully inside of you. Your mouth was open as he filled you up, loving the feeling of him buried in you, and he began to move back and forth slowly.

You don’t know what came over you, but suddenly you turned feral and grabbed his face. “Faster,” you said, staring into his now-blown pupils.

“Are you sure?” he asked, not wanting to go too far.

“Always have been,” you responded, and you moved your gaze to in between the two of you, watching him pick up the pace quickly. You sat there mesmerized at the sight of his cock moving and out of you, becoming more and more cock drunk by the second. He watched you throw your head back again, shutting your eyes tightly in ecstasy. He moved his hand down and rubbed tight circles around your clit, causing your eyes to open due to the new and heightened feeling. His pace became even faster, and he kept his eyes on you as you moaned louder this time.

“Such a pretty girl,” he said, causing you to look at him. He was staring at you and scanned your flushed face.

“Eddie,” you said, unable to break eye contact. He smiled, but it turned darker than before.

“Tell me, princess,” he said. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you laid back on the pillow only to have Eddie take your face by the chin and make you look at him. “Words, remember?”

You couldn’t even think about what you wanted to say, but you knew what you wanted. “M-more please,” you said, stuttering. He removed himself from you completely before flipping you over to be face down, ass up in the air that he quickly grabbed. He returned to fucking you, hitting a spot he hadn’t before and causing you to moan loudly. He let you continue to make sounds of pleasure before he reached down and put his hands over your mouth, causing you to be pulled up and also kneeling. Both of you were restless at this point, his hands still gripping your waist as you made muffled sounds against his hand. He began kissing your neck and your hand reached behind your side to his head, bringing him closer. He ceased his kisses and pressed you harshly down on the bed, holding your position with his hand on your back. Obscenities were coming out of your mouth and Eddie was drowning in your sounds, grunting occasionally. You began to rub circles on your clit where he couldn’t reach, sending you to the same point you were before with the knot in your stomach growing in size.

“Tell me how it feels, doll,” he said. “Want to hear you.”

“S-so” you started, but you couldn’t finish. You were too busy focusing on the now tight knot in your stomach. “C-can’t- I’m going t-to cum.”

“Mm-mm, not yet, pretty girl,” he said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. You tried your best to put off the feeling, but it was so hard with Eddie snapping his hips into you. Your eyes closed as he ruined you, loving every second of it. The tightness was getting too tough to hold, and you whined in protest.

“P-please, I need t-to,” you said out of breath.

“Just a little bit longer, baby, I promise,” he said in a low voice. His hand moved from your back to your hair and began to tug on it, bringing your face from the pillow to facing forward. You were across from a mirror, and you saw yourself, completely fucked out. Sex had never felt this good with anyone else, and you found yourself loving the aggressive side of it that no one else had tried with you. You watched yourself in the mirror, and your eyes moved up to Eddie. You could see the beads of sweat on his forehead as he concentrated on not cumming himself. He glanced up to find you looking in the mirror with flushed cheeks and hair in a makeshift ponytail, and he lost it.

“C-can I,” you said, not being able to hold off any longer after watching yourself get completely railed by Eddie.

“Go on, pretty girl,” he said, not letting go of your hair. “Let me see you.”

It was over at that point. The release of the knot sent you into euphoria, and your eyes squeezed shut before widening at the feeling of your pussy pulsating around his cock. Your mouth was open in pleasure, and Eddie took one look at you before losing control as well, painting your walls with his cum. He stayed inside you for a little bit, catching his breath before he finally pulled out and left you empty. You fell back down onto your forearms and sat in that position for a while. You heard Eddie get up as you breathed heavily, still sitting there. He walked back over and took a towel to your pussy, wiping the dripping cum from it lightly. He ran over your clit and you winced, having it be sensitive after your orgasm. Once he was done, he helped you up and laid you down, your hips and legs sore from the position you were in. Your legs were shaking slightly, and Eddie rubbed them as he laid beside you.

You two finally caught your breath as you stared at the ceiling, and you were the first to look at him. He glanced at you before looking back to the ceiling, and you became self-conscious. “Is everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said, unmoving. “I just- I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like I’m being too harsh or anything,” he said quickly. You moved closer to him and turned his face towards you with your finger.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable at all, Eds,” you said, and he smiled softly at the nickname “Sure it was new for me, but I liked it a lot.”

“Okay,” he said, still skeptical. “Have you- you know- was that your first time?”

“Ouch,” you said, and his eyes widened.

“Wait, that came out wrong,” he said, instantly facing his body towards yours.

“I’m only joking,” you laughed, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “No, it was not my first time. But I’ve only been with two other guys before.” He nodded slowly.

“Who were they, if you don’t mind me asking?” he said quietly.

“Just two guys on the basketball team,” you shrugged. “Didn’t really mean anything; it only happened once.” He gave you a small ‘ah’ before settling his hand on your waist.

“Well I’m honored,” he said, and you smiled. You moved towards him and he enveloped you in his arms, holding you. You were just falling asleep before you felt a light tapping on your arm. You looked up with tired eyes as Eddie looked down at you. “Do you need to be home, baby?” You looked at the clock on his nightstand and widened your eyes when it read 1:36 AM. 

“Shit,” you said, instantly sitting up. He smiled as he sat up with you, watching you get off the bed and struggle to put your clothes on quickly. You looked like Bambi on ice as you tried to put your jeans on as fast as possible, but you finally got them on before you looked at an amused Eddie. “I hate you,” you said.

“I beg to differ, sweetheart,” he said smoothly, causing you to flip him off before putting your shoes on. You stood back up, and Eddie got up as well and walked you to the door. He opened it for you, and you stepped outside into the cold night air, turning back around to face him. He had a childish smile on his face, and you couldn’t help but return it. “Um, I’ll see you later?” he said with a hopeful tone.

“Definitely,” you said, still smiling. His face softened, and nodded his head. You turned around and walked down the stairs to your car. You looked back, and he was still standing in the doorway with the light from the living room surrounding his frame. You gave a small wave, and he gave one back, then you got into your car.

Once you got home, you completely blew past your mom who had asked where you had been. You mumbled a small “Chrissy’s” without even looking at her, trying so hard to keep the smile off of your face. Once you got into your room you closed the door and leaned against it, letting your emotions show on your face. Visions of Eddie fucking you in the mirror flashed in your mind, and you felt the same warm feeling between your legs even just over the flashback.

You finally got into bed after changing into pajamas, laying down under the covers and falling asleep instantly with thoughts of Eddie swimming in your head. 

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“Keep playing that video game. I want to see if you can keep that focus while I suck your cock.”

Harry’s throat bobbed as he fiddled with the controller.

This was hard. Way harder than he realized it would be. With Y/N on her knees, his pants around his ankles, the game going on the screen in front of him, and the cursing and stupid smack talk from the guys on his head set, he was suddenly enveloped in a plushy, warm mouth and it all felt fuzzy.

His cheeks were slightly flushed, glasses a bit lower on his face than usual. His eyes were on the screen but a bit hazier than normal, making her feel a bubble of pleasure. She always distracted him, she was his favorite and he couldn’t ever resist her mouth.

“Harry! Where the fuck are you?” He was snapped out of his bubble of pleasure as his name was called over the head set.

“S-Sorry, M’on level 3. Come find me up there.”

It was hard to think about anything but the hot and wet suction on his cock. Especially when she dipped her head down a bit more and took it deeper into her mouth. Y/N’s mouth was immaculate. Every time he got it, he was shocked at the fact that she was so eager to take it.

In contrast, Y/N loved sucking him off. Feeling the weight of his length on her tongue, the taste, adding in she must have some oral fixation… she was beyond eager to please him. His reactions were the best part though.

His jaw clenching and his stomach tensing when she got to a spot he particularly liked, or when he would curse under his breath and grip her hair firm. One of her favorites was when he would take control and fuck her mouth, lazily thrust his hips into her throat and make her gag a little bit. Taking that pleasure. That wasn’t super often, but she loved it.

She pulled off of his cock and looked up at his face, his eyes on the screen and the clicking of buttons above her head. Her hand gripped him and she spit thickly on to the length, letting her fingers collect it and spread it all over the hot skin while her mouth suckled at the sensitive tip.

Harry groaned quietly, looking down for a moment to see her pretty eyes looking up at him and the soft soft of her slick hand moving on the length. It felt so fucking good. Especially knowing that she was, in theory, doing it without a care where people could hear.

“Are you alright Harry?” A voice came from his headset, irritating him from the distraction. He wanted to hear her mouth more but, he had promised this game.

“Mmm.. yeah? I’m good. Really good.” He cleared his throat, leaning further back on the chair and spreading his thighs further so Y/N could scoot closer to his body. This delighted her, sinking her mouth down as he lowered his hands to rest on the back of her head. His controller was held between them, but he liked the contact.

Gently, he pushed her down a bit with the heels of his hand, encouraging her to take more. Obviously it was arousing the both of them, a soft whine coming against his cock as Y/N did as told and began to fully suck. Messily, bobbing her head up and down as the dribble dripped down his cock and towards his balls.

Y/N was focused on it, and Harry could feel the effort. Her lips dragging over the length, her sweet whimpers and letting herself be messy and drool all over his cock, the tongue lulling over the underside… safe to say this was heaven.

His breathing was heavier and he nudged the mic away from his face, head rolling against the back of the seat. The hot suction of her mouth over and over made his vision fuzzy. He got off on her delighted soft noises he didn’t even think she was aware of making. Y/N genuinely enjoyed sucking him and that only made it better for him. Loving pleasing her and feeling her excitement as her hands explore him.

The burning in his stomach was rising, trying to focus on the chatter in his ear and the explosions on the screen but the sight in his lap was much more appealing to him. The glistening of her swollen lips as they moved up and down, seeing how wet she had gotten him with her spit and her fingers fixed around him, her lashes touching her sweet cheeks, it was the filthiest, most beautiful thing he got to see today.

“Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, hips moving up and sinking deeper into her throat. The hand on his thigh tightened, a weak moan vibrating around his cock as he bit his lip and rolled his head back to avoid groaning loudly. The slick sound of her mouth and hand working him into one of the hottest places was getting him closer to his end.

“I’m- im almost done.” He said out loud, eyes hazy and looking down at her. Of course his buddies thought it was for the game, but he was warning her as well. Orgasm bubbles in his stomach, balls full of cum for her and wet with her spit.

That’s what she wanted.

Y/N looked up as she pulled off for a moment, speaking with her lips pursed against his tip. “In my mouth.” She purred, dripping some more spit on to the already soaked length and letting him watch it drip down. “Want it in my mouth, baby.” Her lips dragged over the slit, smearing his arousal and her own wetness over her mouth. The tip was sucked into it, eyes lazily looking up at him and seeing his fucked out face.

Harry was flushed, jaw clenched tight and glasses a bit foggy. They were promptly pushed up into his hair ,as he wanted an unobstructed view of her, the hand around him making a filthy click with each wet pass. He truly was fucking gorgeous, and Y/N knew she was a lucky bitch for getting to be the only one to see it.

Keeping her voice down, she pulled off of him again with a gentle ‘pop’ sound, shifting on her knees.

“Please, cum f’me, baby.” She cooed, stroking fast. Hand twisting just so, his hips bucking into it as his mouth fell open. “Want it all over my tongue, Daddy. You’ve been so nice, lettin’ me suck you while you play your own game. I want my reward for being good and patient.”

The whimpery tone was something that sent him over the edge many times, and she knew that. Y/N could feel him pulsing in her hand, pushing her mouth down and taking him as deep as she could, bobbing her head a few times and feeling smug when he let out a growl of arousal.

The other players thought it was of frustration, but Harry threw down his controller and grabbed a handful of her hair. Pushing his hips up as he felt the sweet bubble of heat rise.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Y/N let her mouth be used, happy that she got him to break in this little game. Her mouth was better than any game, and he was to be reminded of it. She choked a bit on him, eyes tearing up as he thrust into her mouth and his thigh went rigid under her hand.

“Shit.” His hiss and the throb of his cock clued her in, pulling back slightly as he began to cum. The bubble popped, making the heat wash through his whole body as he let go.

Y/N was his good girl, catching the tip with her lips and letting the stream coat her tongue. Her wet eyes looking up at him a bit wild but ultimately satisfied, moaning against him as it was given to her. Her tongue ran over the tip, hand continuing to stroke and get every drop she could before pulling off.

Harry was already gone, but when she looked up at him and opened her mouth… he was wrecked. Seeing the pool of cum in her mouth, he twitched in her palm and let out another stream of curses. He knew what she was waiting for.

Pushing the mic away, he leaned forward and tilted her chin slightly, gathering up some spit and letting it drip into her mouth. Her thighs clenched as she felt it hit her tongue and his knuckle urged her mouth closed, palm stroking her cheek as he urged her to swallow.

When she did, he grinned lazily and pulled her up to kiss him, not at all shy about running his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself.

Ignoring the buzzing coming from the headset, he pulled her into his lap. “God. I fucking love you.” He laughed out breathily, stroking his thumb under her chin and wiping away any residual wetness. Her mouth caught it, sucking it into her swollen lips before pulling back to smooth his hair and place the glasses back on his face gently.

“Mm. I love you too. But you better get back to your game. Think you’re winning.”

[terezis]

this is unrelated to today’s episode of imbalance i just thought it’d be funny

Lup comes home to the mouth-watering smell of garlic sautéing on the stove. It's fucking delightful. She loves having a body again. Not enough people appreciate having a working nose; for a long moment, it's all she can do to stand in the hallway and inhale. Mmm. Fuck yeah, that's the good stuff. 

Then she kicks off her shoes and heads on into the kitchen, because after twelve years trapped inside an umbrella and several months as a lich, Lup also greatly enjoys having legs. It's the little things, you know? Taako's standing by stove, and when she enters, he glances back and waves her over to the counter.

"Oh, good, you're just in time," he says. "Come grate this parm. Where’s Barold?"

Lup rolls her eyes, but pads over and pulls a box grater out of the drawer. "What, no hello? Barry’s still filling out paperwork, he told me to go on ahead. What's cookin’?"

Taako sticks his tongue out and reaches past her for a bowl of diced tomatoes. "Pasta puttanesca," he says. The tomatoes sizzle finely as they're added to the pan. Lup watches as he stirs, then lowers the heat to let them simmer. "How was day one of Reaper school? You gank some ghouls yet? Slurp up any souls?"

"Nah, no soul slurping," Lup says. "That's day two." She eyes the skillet, then his mise en place. "You never add enough red pepper." She reaches for the little bowl.

Taako slaps at her hand. "Don't you fuckin' dare,” he says. “If you add it now it'll burn."

"Um, excuse you, it'll be nicely toasted." Lup elbows him back, then picks up the block of cheese and resolves to try again when he's not looking. "Orientation was good, though," she says. "Pretty standard onboarding. It reminded me of the IPRE a little, actually. Krav made us do icebreakers."

"What, like two truths and a lie?” Taako snorts and reaches for the salt. “’Course he did."

"I like him, though. He's a good egg."

"Who, Kravitz?"

"Yeah, he's a huge dork," she says, nibbling on a bit of cheese. "Like I almost feel bad about trying to kill him that one time. Did you know he collects board games?"

Taako thinks he's slick, but Lup catches the little smile on his face as he goes to taste the sauce. "Ch'yeah, I went over to his place after our third date, but instead of getting nasty—”

"Taako, gross!"

"—instead of getting nasty, we sat on the floor and played Fantasy Pokémon cards for three hours."

That startles a laugh out of her. "What?"

Taako shrugs. "Well, he kept demanding rematches. Took ‘im a while to realize I was transmuting the cards into fruit leather and eating them when he wasn't looking." He passes her the spoon. "Try this. More salt?"

"Too much salt. Also, oh my gods."

Taako purses his lips but thankfully puts down the salt shaker. "You shoulda seen the look on his face,” he says. “Fucking priceless. Ch’boy spent fuckin’ hours afterwards looking for a replacement deck, but like, totally worth it.”

Lup looks over at him, brows raised. Taako's still watching the sauce, but when he feels her eyes on him he glances up at her, frowning suspiciously. “What?”

“No, just—you did all that? Like you didn't blackmail Angus into scoping out the hobby shops for you? You went yourself?”

That gets him. Taako stiffens and he turns away again. “So what if I did?”

Lup whistles. "Damn, son. you got it bad, huh?"

Taako’s face reddens, and not from the heat of the stovetop. "I—no. Shut up!"

"Aw, I think it's sweet! Reminds me of me an' Bear."

Oh, he's definitely blushing. This is great. He tries to cover for it by stirring the olives and capers into the skillet, but jokes on him; Lup has eyes, and she can see the way his ears twitch. Taako says, "That's worse. You see how that's worse for me, your brother, right?"

Lup laughs. "I mean it! I'm glad. Today I watched your boy hold a conversation with a raven for thirty minutes. It wasn't even like, a familiar. It was just a regular bird."

"Yeah, he does that."

Lup nods decisively. "He's a keeper. You gotta be nice to him, you hear? Or I'll fill your socks with fruit punch. I will burn holes in all your favorite hats if you ever break this boy's heart. Lup's on Team Kravitz now. I’m gonna make t-shirts."

"Jokes on you, goofus, there are already holes in my hats. It's a fashion statement," Taako says. There's a pause, then he looks up, frowning. "Wait. Is this a shovel talk? You’re not—are you giving me a shovel talk right now?"

Lup grins.

"I’m your brother! Shouldn't you be giving Kravitz a shovel talk?" 

"Nah, everybody knows Krav's a sweetheart," Lup says. She hip checks him out of the way and sprinkles a little pepper into the sauce, while he’s distracted; some oregano, too, while she’s at it. "You, on the other hand..."

Taako brandishes his spoon at her, probably for emphasis. "I am your heart!" Mostly he’s emphasizing the way he just flicked sauce all over the wall.

"Give me that! I’m kidding. Mostly."

"Mostly," Taako scoffs.

Lup snatches the spoon away from him. "I'm just saying, he's sensitive! The other day Magnus jumped out at him from behind the couch and it scared him so bad he was all bones and no boy for like twenty minutes. You gotta be nice."

"I’m very nice!"

Lup raises a brow.

"I’m nice to Kravitz," Taako says, after a beat.

"Good!" Lup covers the skillet and leaves it to thicken. "Kravitz deserves a nice boy. Not a boy who eats his toys when he's not looking."

"I didn't eat the rare ones," Taako grumbles.

Lup laughs. "Is he coming over for dinner? He didn't say."

Taako dares a glance at her, eyes narrowed in suspicion like this is a trick. "Yeah. I've got a tart chilling in the ice box. He goes nutso for that shit, you’d think he’d never had a dessert before.”

Lup feels a little bad, because she was trying to offer him an olive branch, but Taako just makes it too easy for her. "Oh, you made his favorite, huh?"

Taako summons a Mage Hand to push her bodily out the door. “And we’re done! Out! Get out of my kitchen. You’re dead to me, goodbye!"

“Aw, since when is being dead a problem for you? Kravitz will be so sad!”

Taako’s outrage is music to her ears.