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derangedrhythms · 1 year
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I’ll haunt the world inside you 
Fiona Apple, Slow Like Honey
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aspecialcase · 3 months
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I never want them to leave my brain
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emisoras · 1 year
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fionaapplerocks · 1 year
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Though dreams can be deceiving Like faces are to hearts They serve for sweet relieving When fantasy and reality lie too far apart - Greek theatre LA, 2006 [x]
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calihoney · 2 years
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TENDO SATORI FALLS FOR A CAM GIRL
5679wc. mlist. modern au; smut: toy use (both holes), multi orgasm, masturbation, slight dirty talk. [brackets are meant to be japanese] // thank you to @notsissannis <3
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JUNE 2020
If anyone told Tendo Satori that this is where he’d be at 26, he would have laughed. For any number of reasons, but incredibly particularly for one: you. You, years out of his league and as soft and wonderful as pudding. His mind seems to go haywire at the thought of even being in yours and yet-
He doesn’t stop. He wouldn’t dare.
Instead, he glances at his door, debating turning the lock before mentally saying fuck it. There are very few people in the office, and he’s already taken the fun out of it by shutting the door. He can hear your voice in his head, teasing him about how desperate he is for you as he plops down at his desk and checks the time on his desktop monitor: 12:49 PM.
It’s perfect timing, offering him a moment to breathe as he boots up his personal laptop and signs in VPN before the show starts. He’s left himself a few extra minutes to indulge, and if everything loads- perfect.
He signs into the site, scrolling through a few updates from people he’s benched and really just needs to stop supporting before finding you. There’s a recent photo with a reminder that you’re going live 9pm PDT- similar to what you posted on Twitter, but leaving less to the the imagination as you stand in front of a stream-fogged mirror- and sheer anticipation leaves him fighting off palming himself as he clicks through to find the video you’d shared with him a few nights ago.
Early. Un-fucking- prompted. 
You’d called it ‘a treat,’ the thumbnail a photo of your beautiful smile, lips painted maroon as you coyly bit your fingers. He’d nearly cum in his shorts when he’d seen it accompanied with a simple, for last night, xo honey.
The mixed relationship you all have sets him totally on edge; because, although you typically let him set the pace with what he wants, sometimes you read him too well. Knowing and giving him exactly what he needs after a few short messages, as though you exist solely for him and his desires. 
And he finds that shit sexy as hell.
It doesn’t matter how many people you may be treating the same way (because he isn’t so foolish to think he’s the only one): every one-on-one he has with you feels intimate. Personal in a way that nothing in life is, so much so that it’s sometimes difficult to properly draw the line between where fantasy and reality go fuzzy.
Obviously.
Considering he’s about to jack off in his office (and not for the first time).
12:55.
He clicks on the video, shifting his hips as he hears your sweet voice say, “[Hi Ten.]” Your Japanese is stained with a California accent that he finds almost too cute compared to your natural speaking voice and the lewd things you get up to, but it causes his cock to throb all the same as he watches you tie a ribbon over your eyes.
It’s a touch of anonymity he wishes you’d give up. It’s been a year since he discovered you; and, he knows what color your eyes are from the few times you've worn masquerade style masks during one-on-one.
But, he isn’t above admitting that not knowing what your bare face looks like is a turn on, especially since he’s familiar with far more personal parts of you. It’s a disgusting touch of modesty that eats at his sanity and makes his dick hard.
With your arms lifted to tie the ribbon, the curve of your breasts draw his attention. The white lace is thin and cheap (he watched you tear it apart in a recent video), and he can see the [color] of your nipples peeking through, perfectly matched to the ribbon hiding your gaze from him. He licks his lips, unbuckling his belt as his eyes lazily watch the screen.
“I have to tell you,” you say, “I was a little disappointed when you didn’t say anything during the last live. And you even left early,” you pout, reaching for something off-screen. “It made me feel like I wasn’t quite good enough.”
He unzips his trousers, palming himself in anticipation. He watches you put a dildo on the table in front of you. It’s the same one you dared him to send you a few months ago- a mold of his own cock that leaves him rock hard whenever he even remembers the fact that you kept it. That you use it.
“[That won’t do, baby].”
He watches your fingers rub the mold, polished nails making it look even hotter. It doesn’t matter that he’s already watched the video. That he already knows you’re going to shove his cock into your mouth and down your throat until you're a tear-stained mess: lipstick smudged, spit covering your chin, throat, and chest as you gag and choke yourself for a solid three minutes.
He’s aching by the end of it, his cock begging to be released as he waits for you to ask, “Do I have your attention now?” Your voice is raspy, face so obviously fucked out, and Tendo can only imagine the look in your eyes. Glassy and blown wide. He wonders, not for the first time, how much of the real thing can you really take? It makes his cock throb as he wonders if you’d let him fuck your throat, his hands cradling your head, or if you’d fuck it yourself. 
“Am I good enough?”
He swallows, watching as you wipe your mouth on the back of your hand, looking just like the little savage you play so well.
He’d cum so hard the first time he watched it, your voice asking if you’re good enough echoing in his head for what felt like hours after.
12:59.
He looks at the messages below the video with his last few seconds. He’d sent you too much money  after watching it, double the amount he sends during your lives, hoping it wouldn’t piss you off.
(Honey) I didn’t send that for money
(TenSa) thanks Honey
(Honey) ^^
(Honey) You’re welcome little monster
“Little monster,” he says to himself.  Fucking bitch.
Tendo closes his messages and feels his lips curl into a smirk at the sight of you sitting on the floor, legs folded like a pretzel as you read the chat. He recognizes most of them as regulars for the moment, and you offer little tokens of verbal affection by way of bratty jabs, lazy amusement in your voice.
You’re wearing a plain tshirt, one that he knows is too large to be yours. If anyone else noticed, they haven’t said anything. It sours his stomach just as intensely as it causes his cock to ache, but the smile you’re wearing spreads wider and he forgets what it is that he’s upset about.
“Ah,” you say, fingers brushing a bit of baby hair behind your ear. “There’s my little monster.”
He all but short circuits.
You’ve never spoken to him so promptly and personally before. Every inch of him feels set ablaze as he pulls his cock from his trousers, his long fingers curling around his balls as he holds it at the base. Anticipation builds in his stomach and his chest aches over the idea of you waiting for him to join. Waiting is almost painful, but as you bite your bottom lip and search the chat from behind your familiar eye mask, Tendo realizes that he usually says something by now…that you might still be waiting for him.
“I’m feeling so sweet today,” you say, sitting up and adjusting your shirt over your shoulders. “Am I hiding something?” You laugh. “No. Not really…I thought I was going to be late, actually. I had to run an errand before-
“No, nothing fun,” you shift to sit on your knees. “I did wear a plug, though. You guys know how much I love something up my ass-” You break off with a laugh that leaves you covering your mouth and Tendo feels his chest warming in a way that reminds him that he’s truly ruined for anyone that isn’t you. 
“Yeah, such a butt slut…thank you for all of the donations,” you say, tongue sneaking out to wet your lips in a way all too familiar to him. He feels as though he’s waiting on the edge of his seat, waiting for whatever snarky comment you’re going to make as he bites his thumb. “Gotta admit it, though, you guys are desperate fucking losers for giving me money to just sit here. At least make me take my top off.”
Tendo sends 50$, take it off honey
You giggle, low and warm, and he swears he feels it in his own throat as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal a lacy red bra that perfectly matches your nails. The chat picks up and your tongue runs the length of your teeth as your fingers ghost down your chest to cup your breasts. Your thumbs brush over your nipples, bringing them to peaks as a sigh escapes you.
“It’s quarantine,” you say, voice reflecting the sweetness you claimed to be feeling. “I’ll be home tonight. Where I’m supposed to be.”
You stretch, chest swelling toward the camera before adjusting the angle. “And I’m going to give you something special,” you continue as you turn on your knees to crawl back toward the armchair you usually sit at the foot of. 
Your plush thighs and ass are perfect, but it's the plug nestled between your cheeks that steals his attention. It isn’t one of the cute jewelled ones; instead the base runs flush against the column of your ass, keeping it from slipping in during long wear.
“Those photos received such a sweet and sickening response that I’ve decided to treat you all to the real thing.”
Tendo groans, cock throbbing at the thought of the real thing. 
The photos had been a time-lapse of your pussy as you pleasured yourself, core opening and slicking beautifully. It’d been stupidly hot, so much so that he’d called a friend and asked if it would be ok to come over. He’d needed to see it for himself, to bury his face into lush thighs and taste- it hadn’t been what he wanted but it worked well enough.
You pull him from his thoughts with a smile over your shoulder before you sit down and open your thighs for everyone. Your arms circle the backs of your thighs, red nails teasing your folds.
“Do I have your attention?” You ask, voice mimicking the broken tone it’d taken after you’d throroughly fucked your throat for him, and Tendo finds himself whimpering.
Could you be talking to some other follower?  Would you? It’s oddly distressing, thinking that you’re talking directly to him during a live for everyone. 
Distressing, but he wants it. Bad.
He mirrors your actions as your fingers slide up the backs of your thighs, running his fingertips along the underside of his cock. You finger your clit, rubbing barely there circles, and he does the same to the head of his cock, licking his lips hungrily as his eyes stay fixed on the screen.
You alternate between responding to people, repeating degrading statements, and moaning at your own touch; rubbing fast as you grow nearer, your lips and hole opening deliciously as your skin darkens with arousal.
Tendo pumps into his fist, keeping his touch slow and firm as you begin to clench around nothing, the toy in your ass moving in time with each pulse as you cum. Your head falls back, the straining expanse of your curved throat replacing the view of your face. Your skin begs to be marked with handprints and hickies that he’s never seen blemish your skin. His mouth and fingers ache to do it.
“Shit, shit, shit, fuck,” you breathe, fingers still rubbing as you draw it out until you can’t stand it anymore, curling into yourself as you lean to the side.
He watches you tremble, your face pressed to the seat of the chair, listening to your soft sighs as he edges himself in his office. Shame pulses through him every now and again, but in truth he left the majority of the feeling behind months ago. When he direct-messaged you for the first time.
You don’t give yourself much time to recover, reaching off-camera and returning with a bottle of lube, a thick dildo he hasn’t seen before,  and your vibrator. You sit back up, lifting your hips just enough to shove the toy into your messy hole. “Haaa,” you breathe, tongue lolling out of your mouth for the briefest of moments and fucking yourself a little deeper and harder with every stroke. “Such a tight fit.”
Tendo matches your pace, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he keeps himself from cumming too soon. But your honeyed moans wash over him as he fucks his fist, long fingers squeezing his length as he imagines you would, and he feels his cock throbbing against the warmth of his palm and realizes he’s way too close to keep going.
His hips pump into his fist as he slows down, his entire body protesting. But, he distracts himself by watching you cum for a second time, your desperate cries causing a low groan to escape him despite attempting to smother it by biting his lip. “Fuck,” he pants, blindly thumbing pre from the head of his cock as your body pulses under the effects of one orgasm so soon after the other.
But, you’re a glutton and that’s what he fucking loves about you; so, it isn’t surprising when you push the toy as deep in as you can, the little smile that begins to play on your lips disappearing off screen as you shift, leaning over the seat of the chair as you position yourself on your knees. Your back arches as you reach behind you to ghost your fingers over the base of the toy in your ass, a giggle escaping you as you shake your bum and ask, “Oh? You like that view?”
He searches the chat, reading through the things people want to do to you. Things they want you to do to them. And he has to swallow the lump that forms in his throat when he realizes he isn’t much better than any of  them. 
His fingers hover over the keyboard as he watches you tug at the toy in your ass, your hole not quite slack enough to let it go so easily.
Tendo’s stomach swoops as he watches you wiggle around, your knees spreading apart as you sink your hips toward the floor. You position the base of the dildo to lay flat, mashing your clit to the balls as you sink deeper onto it. Your cunt stretches open around the thick girth, leaving you twitching and moaning as you look over your shoulder. The sight of your parted lips and sounds of pleasure leave him aching for something so far out of reach it makes it easy for him to pretend.
“[What should I do]?”
“Fucking-” He grips his cock, whimpering as he tries to think of literally anything else. He squeezes his eyes closed for a moment, tongue darting out to lick him lips before using one hand to type: [Pull it out]
You mouth out the words -once, twice- before realization seems to dawn on you, because a grin spreads across your lips as your fingers curl around the base of the plug. “Should I pull it out?...Keep it in my pussy while I do? Ouch. I don’t think-”
Settling a little more heavily on the dildo, you shift your hips and your mouth drops open as you try to pull the plug out, a small cry escaping you. “K…I said I would be nice. Not that I’d let you losers be mean to me.”
You push the plug in firmly, tongue curling over your teeth for a moment before you quickly lift your hips and push the dildo out. It falls, thick and heavy and wet before you tug the plug from your hole with a whimper.
“Are you new?” You ask as you read through messages. “I do this for my pleasure…yours is inconsequential…if you don’t like it, there are plenty of other people you can watch-
“No one does it like me?” You push two fingers into your asshole. “This guy gets it- ha, ok, all of you get it,” you smile as tips pour in. “I wanna cum again- one more time for you,” you stick your tongue out. “My cunt again? That seems like such a waste.”
Licking his lips, he reaches out to type: other hole, honey
He sends another 50$ as others second his request.
Your fingers slip into your cunt, pumping a few times before swirling around your clit and sliding back to rub your asshole. You press in, fingers prodding as your body pushes them back out, leftover lube -thick and white like cum- adding to the mess. 
“You want me to fuck my ass, Daddy?” You ask, the title cruel on your lips. “[Or my mouth?]”
He groans, loving the direct communication. He responds: fuck your little asshole, honey. Make it gape for me.
You hum when you see his message in the sea of others. “Ok…that’s much better.”
You reach for the vibrator and push it into your cunt. The squelching sound causes you to moan in pleasure as it sets the chat crazy. “Should I ride it?” You ask, but you’re already grabbing the dildo and turning to sit on your side, free hand pulling one of your cheeks to open yourself up for everyone to see. “Or should I just fuck myself?”
Tendo lets go of his cock as he watches your fingers tease your hole, feeling himself get far too close, especially as your hips twitch, cunt and asshole clenching as tips fly in. “Holy shit,” you sigh, letting go of your ass for a moment, enjoying the feel of the little pink toy.
“So good. Thank you,” you cry, pout soaking your words as you lube up your ass and the dildo. “Ha, you noticed that? Yes, it’s new. I love it,” you say, stroking the length of the toy. “People say size doesn’t matter but-” You press the black dildo into your little hole, pushing against the intrusion as you force it deeper. “Fuck yes- mmmm’haa- I like to feel nice and full…”
You begin to pump it once you’ve got a third of it in, hips still twitching. Your moans are endless now, clouding Tendo’s thoughts and rationale as he pumps himself in time with you, squeezing the head of his dick as you gasp in pleasure when it sinks a bit deeper. You have to hold your other hand over your cunt to keep the vibrator from slipping out and the sight is filthy- sinful and perfect and leaves his mouth watering as his heart and cock throb desperately. 
“Rub my clit n’ play with my tits?” You breathlessly ask. “I don’t have enough hands for all these requests,” you laugh but oblige, slowly rubbing your clit as you continue to fuck yourself, each stroke seeming deeper until you can’t take any more in. The orgasm that washes over you causes you to cry out, hand coming down to keep the toy in again.
“Fucking hell,” you breath.
He remembers the mischievous glint in your eyes when you’d done this for him during a one-on-one. You’d been using his mold and your eyes had rolled back in pleasure before you even forced yourself to take all of it. As though the sheer thought of taking all of it -all of him- had been enough to leave you seeing stars.
“[R-remember?] I bet you wish this was yours, don’t you?” You question breathlessly. “Me, too.”
He has to again pull his hand away to keep himself from cumming. You’d admitted that his was the only mold of anyone’s cock that you had. He accepts now that he isn’t mistaken- you’re talking to him.
“I wish I was fucking your big, thick cock for everyone to see. It feels like heaven, baby.”
You groan as you get the dildo balls deep. Tips roll in. He takes hold of his dick again, feeling as though he’s standing on the fucking edge as he holds out. He knows you’re not even near your limit.
“Would you let me?” You ask, voice too desperate. He squeezes the head of his cock, groaning hungrily. “Would that hold your attention?”
You whimper, holding the toy still as your body is wracked with tremors.
“Are you touching yourself?” You ask, fucking yourself again. “Fucking your fist like you wish you were fucking my asshole?” There’s a smile in your voice as you read the chat. “In my dirty asshole? If that’s what gets you- o-o-my god- off. If that’s what gets you off, babe.
“But, I promise-” you pull the toy out, showing off your pink, gaping hole “-I’m clean. I can be dirty for you, though. If you really want a little dirty honey.”
Tendo sends more money, hoping you understand he wants you to stop talking to whoever it is. Your laugh echoes in his ears, his dick throbbing at the thought of shutting you up by pressing your head down on him, forcing you to take his full length in one shove.
“Yours doesn’t seem to be a popular desire. Looks like you’ll have to- ah yes shit fuck-” your back arches, fingers mashing hard on your clit as you shove the toy in hard and hold it. “You guys are being so nice to me tonight. I’m about to lose all -hhnng, yesss- sense.”
You start fucking yourself again, slow and distractedly. “What? Oh- you’ll have to pay for a private show.”
Tendo groans in annoyance now: honey…
“Ooo, I’d love to be anal only,” you say, grinning as you read messages. “My body reacts but the pleasure is dull. Numbing,” you admit. “So I’d just be a needy mess. [Would you like that?]”
You know he absolutely would. That he would pay whatever you want if you promised not to have another cock in your cunt until you had his. You always only ever laugh when he says it and he always wants to tell you that he isn’t joking. Not even a little bit.
Your laughter pulls him from his head as he rubs pre-cum down his length. “You guys are dumb,” you say, smiling prettily. “I’m losing brain cells here.”
You slowly rub your clit, moaning sweetly as your body twitches in pleasure. “Are you going to cum for me?” You ask. “I want you to. I want your cum as I fuck my ass. I think I deserve it, don’t you?
“Let me show you how desperate I am for it.” You pull your upper leg to your chest, opening yourself up as you pound your ass, moans and groans once again endless. “I love it. Please cum so I can, too. You know exactly what I want.”
You giggle as messages flood in, calling you an anal whore and a cock slut. Some beg you to take off the mask while others praise and degrade you. Tendo knows you love all of it. And he so very stupidly loves seeing it.
“Please tell me I can,” you plead, hips shaking attractively, the vibrator forcing you to fuck the dildo as your body tremors. “I’m so close n’ I want it so bad. Please cum and give me permission so I can too, babe.” You sniffle. “Please tell me I’ve been good enough. I don’t want to wear it anymore.”
In the flood of messages you always get when you start to beg to cum in particular, Tendo sends: put the vibrator in your mouth
You groan, holes so obviously clenching.
“Why are you guys agreeing with him? You were being so nice to me before. I’ve been such a g-good girl,” you moan. “I was only a little mean earlier. Only because of that loser [username].”
You cum again, crying desperately, but it doesn’t stop you. Your hand is shaking when you tug the pink string, walls holding onto the toy as you pull it out. The sound your cunt makes when it’s tugged free is fucking sinful.
He watches as you push the toy into your mouth, lips not closing. Not on your face or between your thighs. It’s such a sight. He wants to keep it forever.
Tendo sends more money: you’re such a sweet little butt slut
Your fingers curl into your cunt as you fuck both holes. Someone asks if you really want to come from getting your ass fucked and people question whether or not the asker is new.
“I do,” you moan around the toy. “Need permission,” you ‘say,’ sounding so stupid with your full mouth that Tendo feels himself pulsing in his fist.
He smirks, watching as you drool, spit coating your chin and chest as so many give you permission. Your fingers continue to fuck your cunt, nails an absolute tease as a small cry escapes you. He reaches out and types: you’ve been such a good girl, honey
You groan, patience so obviously thread-thin. Your head falls back, against the chair. The toy makes a gross, wet sound in your mouth, fingers shiny with every loud shove into your cunt as you continue to fuck the full length of the dildo in and out of your hole. You’re an absolute mess, desperate and needy, but he’s seen you at your limit and knows you still aren’t near it.
He leans back, head against his chair for a moment, pumping his hips into his fist as his eyes bounce back and forth between you and the messages, refusing to totally acknowledge how all of it feeds a sick hunger in him. One that, like you, has ruined him for much else.
You’d joked about him being thirsty, teaching him a slew of bullshit English that he’ll never actually be able to use, but he’d swallowed it down, anyway. Because he’s a fucking dumbass. A thirsty fucking dumbass.
You look back at the screen and he quickly leans in to send more than normal: you have it, baby
The tremble you give is solely his, your groan of pleasure sweet against his ears, sticky and thick because of the vibrator.
You pump the toy in earnest, using both hands as your muffled cries dig into every inch of him. He watches, totally focused on you as you fuck yourself in short, hard thrusts.
Tendo fucks his fists in time with you, both hands around his hard length as he inches closer and closer. “Fuck,” he breathes. “Cum, baby,” he murmurs, eyes focused intently. “Show everyone. Show me.”
He watches as you tilt the toy, aiming at the upper wall of your ass, it pushes your juices out of your cunt, your soft, pink walls clenching desperately around nothing. His chest fills with an empty, anxious feeling as your actions turn sloppy and he’s reminded why you’re in the top whatever percent on the site because your desperation is suddenly so overwhelming that Tendo can’t believe you aren’t in the room with him. That he can’t touch you. Because he feels so fucking close.
His eyes fall closed as he finally cums, bliss flooding his body as he moans in pleasure.
Hearing you cry, his eyes fly open, the need to watch you cum so desperate that it burns his chest and stomach, his spent cock aching in his fist. You spit the vibrator out, the half-second of nearly your full face etching into his brain- absolutely ruining him.
It’s all he can see even as you fuck yourself through your orgasm, moaning and crying fractured in pleasure. It takes a few seconds longer than normal for you to recover, burrowing your face in the seat and leaving the toy in your ass in such a lewd display that Tendo finds himself gripping his cock for more. Eventually, you pull yourself together, your free hand finding the vibrator as you push the dildo out.
You moan as it falls out, hole gaping in its empty state and clenching weakly as you rub the vibrator around your folds. 
It's exactly what he wanted. Tendo sends the last bit of money without comment.
“That was so good,” you say, voice soft and sated. “I love being able to fuck my ass until I have a pretty fucked up orgasm.”
You sit up, breasts still hanging over the cups of your bra as you flash a sweet smile and you open your legs, feet flat on the floor. As you continue to rub the vibrator along your swollen, sensitive pussy, you reply to some messages, free hand playing with your tits. Tendo watches as you laugh and play coy despite being totally bared to them.
He knows he needs to get back to work. That you won’t really be doing anything else sexual- the problem is that he finds everything about you perfectly fascinating. He wants to hear whatever silly things you’re going to say. Hell, you could log in to read from an economics text book and he’d hang on every word. So, he can’t hang up. He can’t leave until you do and he’s perfectly fine with it. 
“Do I have a favorite follower?” You ask, the smile on your face turning bratty as you wrinkle your nose and say, “Well, it isn’t you,” before sticking your tongue out.
“How many times do I have to say I only swallow if I love you for you all to get it through your thick skulls? Not that it matters. I’m not fucking any of you losers, anyway.
“How much for...you guys are so annoying sometimes. Check my Twitter for prices. You can’t miss it.
“No, I’m absolutely not meeting anyone from here- well, yeah, maybe for a million dollars,” you roll your eyes, body gently trembling as you push the vibrator back inside you. You start to rub and pinch your nipples, pulling them away from your chest. “I should meet people? I think half of you log in from psych wards-” Tendo laughs as he lazily reaches to unlock his work computer “-the girlfriend experience? What is this, that weird show on E! or something?
“Uh, Q&A? I’m not that interesting.”
He knows that to be a lie. 
“What would you even want to know, anyway? Just a warm place to stick your cock. Sometimes. If I’m feeling sweet.
“Other times? Are you new? Other times I remind you worms how useless you are for stupid amounts of money. 
“How stupid? One of you just bought me a new Audi- Ha, no. He knows he most certainly isn’t my favorite. And yes, I do have a few favs…No, they have nothing to do with money.
“What do they...dunno. I guess they’re people I would fuck if I met them under any other circumstance.
“Do they know? I guess, if they can read the signs. I certainly haven’t told anyone…I actually exclusively fuck women, so, unless you’ve got a vag or a cock exactly like one of my toys,” you shrug and Tendo about dies. “Chances are less than slim to none.”
He can’t tell if you’re joking or not.
You laugh, squeezing your tits as you shift around needily. “Now that would be something! Cin-dick-ella. Trying to find who fits the mold.”
“Holy shit,” he breathes. Are you...are you saying he has a chance?
His chest goes tight with something starved and disgusting.
“The weather in California?” Your smile is a secret he wants to know. “It’s always sunny in California, silly.
“Anyway- Gotta go. I have a PB&J with my name on it.” You grin, and Tendo knows you’re staring dead at the camera even if he can’t see you. “And stuff to do before bed- Yes, I do actually eat one after every live. They’re the perfect snack. I make it and put it in the fridge beforehand,” you laugh, sitting up and leaning closer to the camera.
“See you guys,” you blow a kiss before leaving.
Tendo stares blankly, wondering who your favorites are and if you offered them nights like this one. He figures he has to be one of them...right? Before he even realizes what he’s doing, he’s opening his messages.
(TenSa) can i see you
(TenSa) just to talk
(Honey) Sorry, Tenny. I actually have something to do
He watches as you type for a long time.
(Honey) tmro tho? Same time? It’s lunchtime in Tokyo, yeah? We could eat together.
He stares at the screen. You’ve only suggested eating together once, months ago, and he’d been way too nervous to turn the camera on, even after you told him to just angle it so you could see what he was eating. He’d worried that you wouldn’t like him anymore, but that doesn’t really matter does it? Not if he’s paying. Not if...he’s a favorite.
The sheer thought leaves him aching in places he knows he shouldn’t feel anything. Especially not for his relationship with you.
Tendo groans, deciding that it would be beneficial to feel some level of shame or embarrassment. For it to consume him so wholly that he deletes his accounts and asks his mom to find him a nice girl to marry. But, it doesn’t and he doesn’t really want it to, anyway.
(TenSa) how much
(Honey) Oh burn, Ten. You think I only want you for money?
(Honey) Srsly tho - nothing. We’re literally just going to eat. Be a pal
(Honey) No pressure. I’ll be on google at 9PM PDT. I’m eating either way
(Honey) Enjoy your afternoon my little monster
rewritten/reposted from my old account / DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE.
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slow like honey heavy with mood
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ronronnn · 7 days
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slow like honey, heavy with mood
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sassyredheadedmess · 2 years
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necromicosis · 1 year
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aspecialcase · 4 months
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muadweeb · 1 year
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when i say that this is my alysaemond song. im dead serious about this.
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moocowmoocow · 1 year
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Slow like honey Heavy with mood
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sabindensmore · 1 year
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This is my partner’s animated performance of Fiona Apple’s ‘Slow Like Honey’ from Tidal. It is part of a series of portrayals of living portraits as embodiment of song. She is seeking collaborators and friends. Musicians and others to help her on this quest. Take a look and reach out if you'd like. She will appreciate it.
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pythiaswine · 1 year
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top two fiona apple songs for JL are 1. Tymps (the Sick In the Head Song) and 2. Love Ridden
for AH it's 1. The Way Things Are and 2. The Child is Gone but also honorable mentions: Slow Like Honey, Shadowboxer, Paper Bag, and Sleep to Dream
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