#( uh happy sinday? )

[shrineofprophecy]

Do you ever look at someone and wonder, "what is going on inside their head?"

[youcouldbeit]

"Good evening everyone, how has everyone's day be-"

. . .

"...Going well, I see."

[ladyseidr]

The bingo card has me thinking about shipping with Henry. The few relationships he has before marriage (and possibly including his marriage, depending on portrayal) are all fine: mostly healthy, relatively normal, don't work out for fairly typical reasons. But most of all, they involve very likeminded people. Introverted, mostly playing it safe, etc. But the predominant thing that can drive him fucking wild is someone outside of that scope. I listed "thrilling" on the bingo, and that's sort of what I was getting at. Attractive person + thrill = a very infatuated Henry. Combine this with the person being a man—Henry doesn't (by default) explore his sexuality until after his marriage (either post-divorce or uh. before that.)—and you get an even more head-over-heels Henry. Henry isn't a huge risktaker (minus some exceptions regarding business), so somebody who is and encourages that within Henry can really light a fire under him. Volatile, quick-burning, passionate relationships (particularly if they're both sexual and romantic) can bring out an entirely different side of him. He is absolutely capable of getting into toxic dynamics—mutually, for the most part—and will not complain. Obviously a lot of this makes it really obvious why he's so prone to getting involved with William—he fits right into Henry's definition of "thrilling," no matter how reluctant he'd be to actual say that out loud. While we're at it (happy sinday lmao), this more than slightly extends to sex. This man has had nothing but vanilla sex prior to marriage and (again, by default) only explored beyond that some in his marriage. Anybody who is willing to explore his masochistic side and really explore kink can drive him up the wall.

[once-was-muses]

anonymous | Misc. Asks

happy sinday i think some of the masc killers should get together and run a train on phil <3

No. Nope. Philip is cloaking and walking away very fast. Nuh uh. Not dealing with this today, or any other day. He doesn't not like that idea. Obviously.

[irrfahrer]

Sinday Spill🤡🤐😳 bc now tumblr is making me second guess if I actually sent this to you or not LMAO

Sinday Spill!

🤡 A time they made an absolute fool of themself "Oh, another embarassing story about my kriffing sexlife? Do you want to make me kriffing suffer? Okay, to make you laugh- the most kriffing embarassing and shortest quickie I had in public was with a sweet Bothan Lady on some random starstations sickbay. You know, like - ruby red pelt, eyes like honey- like damn. Just damn. She was the kriffing sweetest. So we had been sneakinging around another the whole day, you know, the whole kriffing mating-dance its every time: eyecontact, accidentally finding ways to touch another, stealing glances, knowing smiles, secret whispers, ambiguous comments only we who are totally kriffing horny for another could understand. Aaaaaalllllll kriffing day! It was a kriffing torture!" Ziv rolled her eyes, laughing so loud that her bared sharp teeth shimmered like ivory. "And when we eventually got to be alone on the sickbay,we were justabout to get it on seriously and guess what happned, she grabbed me and I was very okay with it, yet what I had not been okay with was that she sat me down on a gourney and accidentally with that right on a injection with kriffing hard anaesthetic. One minute and I was gone, kriffing gone! I had waited the whole kriffing day to get laid by that beautiful lady and I kriffing fell asleep one kriffing minute after we started! Force just hates me! Really!", She huffed, whiskers bristling in indignation like from electricity. "Obviously the sweet lady did not forgave me that I fell asleep under her before we could even start properly kriffing around and did not talked to me again.", she placed a small, white paw on her chest and let go of a overly dramatically sigh that was too loud and too scenic to be real: "The pain is still kriffing there, woe kriffing me, I am kriffing suffering."

🤐 Safeword, why they chose it, and what event, if any, made them decide to add it "Hot stones.", the young woman looked as if something slimey and wet was running down her back: "So, you know, I had never been a fan of planets with hot temperatures, so I bounded with the guy one of my clients had put beside me to watch over me while I went out every morning to fetch some herbs before the heat got too unbearable. For both of us, because he was a whipid and mammals made for icy planets better stick together and this kriffing kriffery. Anyway, we got along well and-" The young woman shrugged and looked even more agonized: "Weeeeeell, i am always a fan of going for it where the urge is coming, so after some flirting and his hand already on my ass, I just thought, eh why not if he is so into it, climb him like the mountain he is and thats okay and we both are happy. Welll, anyway...he wanted to be on top and I am a krifing people-pleaser and the morningsun got really hot and-I swear, i had kriffing scorchmarks on my kriffing ass! I couldn´t sit down for weeks afterwards, like Kriff the Force, It was sooo kriffing bad!"

😳 A time where they tried something new and liked it "Tentacles!", Ziv blurted the word so fast it seemd she woud win a price for it, a bright light was in her big eyes: "Listen, I respect and love every kriffing feature and bodypart possible on sentient aliens as soon as the owner of said bodyparts can flirt properly enough to make me laugh, but I also have to say after years of what I had seen on the Holonet when a partner wanted to watch some kriffing research-kriffery for inspiration-if -you-know-what-I-mean, I might had gotten a little uncomfortable with the notion of beeing, uh-" She grimaced a little, waddling her small paw in the air and making a quiet "eeeeeeeh" noise: "-of having body parts on and in me that are not kriffing fingers, hands or genitals." "Aaaaany-kriffing-way, I met a Parwan and I really fast learned that I am really kriffing weak to sentences like "Is it OK if I follow you out of here? My parents always told me to follow my dreams." and kriff my life did he indeed followed me for the evening, got me drinks and set one kriffing pick-up-line after another. I only got back to their appartment with them, becaus if they would have contineud to make me laugh, I would have died of suffocation. It was a serious life or dead situation, you see. For the rest of the night I was kriffing all theirs and they were very kriffing determinated to proof me wrong. Like, don´t get me wrong, Parwans HAVE kriffing hands but they also had something to proof." Ziv smiled, wriggling her fluffy ears like a happy puppy: "They did. They also made me kriffing pancakes in the morning, I mean I couldn´t kriffing eat them because I can´t disgest gluten, but we still sat together and we shared the sweet fruitsauce they wanted to serve to the pancakes, kriff, they had been so krififng sweet. But yeh, I had to flee very kriffing fast, before they had started to spurt out their jokes and little flirts again, because if they would have started I would have kriffing married them there and than." Theatralically she sighed, shaking her head dramatically: " I am not the Forc strongest creature, not at kriffing all."

[carnivalofchaos]

HAPPY SINDAY

Idk how to make a good RP call, but uh... baker!Wil is up for grabs, as well as normal Wil

[insidious-journalist]

I just wanna sit under your desk with your dick down my throat. <3 Happy Sinday

To say he was a bit flustered would be an understatement. He adjusted his scarf to loosen it up a bit, taking a deep breath to calm his red face. That definitely seemed to do something for him considering he stayed quiet for a moment, occasionally glancing a little under his desk and thinking it over. There was a fair bit of space under there after all...

Danny took a sip of his drink and snapped back to attention, not used to his mind wandering off like that. "... Interesting. Ahem... Uh... Proposition... Anyways-"

[direwombat]

“Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” + jacob/syb mayhaps <3

technically this is more of a followup to a fic that i have partially drafted, but since the porn spirits possessed me with this one, it's coming out first

tags/warnings: bondage, dom/sub, collars, vaginal sex, rough sex, creampie, orgasm delay/denial, light dacryphilia, implied squirting, and also some aftercare

wrapped (not in linen or lace, but leather) | explicit | ~2.1k | on ao3

It had taken some negotiating on Jacob’s part, but in the end, Sybille had agreed to the collar. She doesn’t wear it everywhere, of course. She isn’t exactly open about her relationship with the man she’s spent the better part of a month trying to subdue, and the last thing she needs is Adelaide — who would definitely recognize the choker for what it is — asking questions about it. She thinks she would actually curl up and die if she ever had to have that conversation.

So instead, whenever she isn’t at their cabin or his office at the Veterans Center, she wears a necklace. A simple chain with a cross pendant around her neck. It’s subtle enough to claim it’s a representation of her faith, while bold enough to carry the weight of what it actually means. That she’s taken. Bound. Chained to the person who manipulates the clasp, because she isn’t allowed to do it herself. 

She supposes there’s really nothing stopping her from disobeying and taking it off when she’s in the Valley or Henbane, but somehow it would feel wrong to do so. 

But when it’s just the two of them, she lets Jacob slip the chain from her neck and replace it with a leather collar instead. It rests snug against the pale column of her throat, loose enough that she never worries about her breath, but tight enough that she can never forget it’s there. When she wears it, she’s owned. 

And to make matters worse, she likes it.

If you’d asked her not long after the Reaping if she’d ever let a man treat her like this, her answer would have been an adamant and resounding “Hell, no.”

Yet, here she lay, her wrists bound above her head to the bed-frame with her own goddamned handcuffs as Jacob Seed fucks into her like a demon. She doesn’t know what it is about him that makes her act like this. It’s not as if his technique is anything special. He fucks her hard and he fucks her fast, all rough touches and biting teeth, but somehow, it makes her feel like her brain is leaking out through her cunt. 

There’s a raw power to him, a sheer animosity, that he isn’t afraid to embrace. Nobody, man or woman, has ever taken her own strength as a challenge and the way he succeeds in wrestling her into submission is oddly refreshing. 

And hot as fuck. 

The coils of the bed squeak obnoxiously beneath the thin mattress, and the headboard bangs loudly against the cabin wall. He hits that sweet spot inside of her with an almost pointed aggression. It rips a ragged groan from her throat and her eyes roll back into her skull. Her back arches violently, pressing as much of herself as she can against him. One of his hands snakes underneath her, holding her hips in place as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from her body. 

Her eyes squeeze shut, head falling back and her hands gripping the bars of the headboard, desperate to hold onto something as he uses her. But just as her head makes contact with the pillow, there’s a strong tug on her collar, yanking her back towards him. She gasps and her eyes fly open to find that Jacob has hooked his fingers through the D-ring sewn into the leather. 

Without breaking his pace, he crashes his lips roughly against hers. His tongue fucks into her mouth before he bites down on her lower lip and pulls away. “You know the rules,” he growls, dragging his teeth over the line of her jaw and sucking a bruise that she’s somehow gonna have to pass off as either the result of a fist fight or getting popped with the butt of a gun. “Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart. Look at me when I’m fucking you.”

He punctuates it with a particularly hard thrust. She bites back a whimpering moan as his cock drags just right against her walls. Heat coils in her gut and her poor, neglected clit throbs almost painfully. The sounds he pulls from her are broken and undignified, and fuck hearing herself make them only turns her on even more. 

He keeps his fingers hooked through her collar and he leans his forehead against hers. His breath is hot and wet against her face, and his pupils are blown wide with lust. Ragged moans and growls rumble in his throat and chest. She clenches around him, bucking her hips seeking any kind of friction against her clit, but her pleas go ignored. He just smiles wickedly at her, all teeth and teasing mirth. 

Sybille whimpers again, tugging fruitlessly at her restraints. All she wants is to bury her face in his shoulder and cum, but he’s not letting her do either of those things. He keeps her gaze locked on his, and it’s too much. Too intense. She wants to look away. She wants to touch herself. But both those things are against the rules, and the way Jacob holds her in place, make them impossible. 

He kisses her again, a bit more gently this time, and she shudders in his grasp. “You gettin’ close, Jackrabbit?” he asks, his voice harsh and rasping. “You gonna cum? You gonna fall apart around my cock?”

God, he has no right sounding as good as he does, all rough and ragged, like he’s barely hanging on by a thread himself. “Jacob,” she whines. “Please.”

And cruelly, he slows his thrusting, lazily moving in and out of her. He releases his hold on her collar, in favor of letting his hands roam, but he never touches her where she needs him to. “I know you can beg better than that, angel,” he grunts. “Tell me what you need.” A hand comes to rest warm over the scar tissue of her lower abdomen. It’s just enough pressure to get her bucking harder against him, so close and yet so far to where she wants him. 

“Fuck, Jacob,” she cries, and were she more aware of herself, she’d be appalled by the actual tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. She rattles against her cuffs and rocks her hips in a feeble attempt to get him to start moving faster. “Touch me. Please. I need to cum. Fuck, Jacob, I need to cum so bad.”

He hums mockingly and leans in to lick the tears from her face. “You’ve been more convincing, but the crying is a nice touch.”

She’s not proud of the sound she makes at that. A desperate groan of frustration that feels like her ribs are cracking open. He plays her like she’s a goddamned instrument, and she would hate it if it didn’t feel so goddamn good. “I need you to fuck me,” she tries again. “I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk. I need you to make me cum so hard I can’t fucking see, please, Jacob. Jacob.”

A slow, lecherous smile creeps across his face and the hand not on her abdomen comes to rest at her throat, his fingers dancing across the leather. “That’s better,” he purrs, and fucking finally, he touches her. He thumbs rough, tight circles over her clit as he pounds into her without mercy. She pants into his open mouth, and her head falls back again only for him to hook his finger through the D-ring once more. “Nuh-uh,” he tuts. “You look at me when you cum. Wanna see those pretty fucking eyes when you come undone.”

Her face somehow flushes even more, and she opens her mouth to say something in response, but all that comes out is a fucking squeal. He rolls her clit brutally between two fingers. The feeling of him inside her, his hands against her skin, the intensity of his unwavering stare — her jaw locks in a silent scream, as he winds her tighter than she ever thought possible. Shrill whimpering sounds are punched from her, heat spools in her belly, and she’s so close to crashing over the edge. 

But he hasn’t told her she could yet. 

Her vision blurs with tears and she blinks them away, swallows thickly. “Jacob, sir, please.”

“You waitin’ for permission, sweetheart?”

“Yes, sir,” she gasps.

“Good girl,” he says, and then with the same authority a General would command his troops, he gives her the order she’s been waiting for. “Cum.”

She shrieks as she writhes beneath and seizes around him. Obeying his orders, her eyes never leave him, and even though they go wide, she can’t see a damn thing. Her vision goes white and her ears pop with the force of her orgasm, and she’s not sure whether the stutter in his hips is due to him being close too or if she’s simply gripping him so tight he’s struggling to move. 

The next thing Sybille knows, she’s limp against the mattress, breathing heavily and so wet with both his cum and her own that she feels like she’s pissed herself. Either that or her brains really are leaking out of her sore and abused cunt. They certainly aren’t in her head anymore. 

She moans, distantly aware of Jacob pulling out of her and undoing her handcuffs. Her wrists fall onto the pillows above her head, and she blinks dumbly at him. He’s speaking to her, but she can’t quite make out what he’s saying over the ringing in her ears. Her entire lower body feels numb, and she groans as he presses down on her abdomen again, causing her muscles to tense and making her squeeze out more slick and cum. 

Slowly, the world comes back into focus, just in time for her to accept the canteen of water Jacob holds to her lips. He looks at her with incredulous amazement, an astounded smile tugging at his lips. “So that’s what does it for ya, huh?” he asks. 

She barks a laugh and drinks her fill. “Guess so,” she answers. “Might’ve liked a bit more attention paid to my nipples, but overall? Yeah, that was good.”

“Noted,” Jacob nods with a smile, and he settles back onto the bed beside her. He takes a moment to rummage through the bedside table drawers and pulls out a roll of gauze along with some rubbing alcohol. Tugging gently at her raw and bleeding wrists, he treats the shallow cuts. One of these days she’ll figure out how to steal a pair of fuzzy ones from Adelaide. Hot pink or leopard print may not quite be their style, but beggars can’t be choosers. It’s not like she can order a pair online anymore and the closest sex shop is the next county over.

He finishes wrapping the bandages and she curls against him, throwing her arm around his waist. Her head comes to rest against his chest. He clicks his tongue, but she squeezes him tighter, refusing to let him go and leaning harder into the solid warmth of his body. “You know the rules,” she hums, her eyelids suddenly growing heavy. “I let you do shit like that to me, you gotta hold me for a bit afterwards.”

She feels his chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh, but his arms wrap around her and one of his hands comes to play with her hair. “You like it when I fuck you like that,” he says.

“Uh-huh,” she hums, “And you like it when I trust you enough to let you. This is part of that.”

He says nothing, but he presses a kiss to the top of her head. If he truly hates holding her like she’s some weak, fragile thing to protect, he has her fooled. She listens to his heartbeat as it slows, enjoying the silence and his company. But for as loose and fucked out as she is, she can’t quite relax. Not completely. 

“Hey, Jacob?”

"Mm-hmm?"

“Can you loosen the collar?” she asks. “Doesn’t have to be a lot. Just…just a little.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” he says, and he slips the leather through the metal buckle at the nape of her neck. He only loosens it by a size or two, but it’s enough to alleviate the pressure around her throat. 

“Thank you,” she sighs.

He just hums in response, pulling himself away from her just long enough to pull the covers up from where they had fallen to the ground, and dragging the blankets over their bodies. Sleep doesn’t normally come easily to either of them, but here in the afterglow, Sybille’s eyes drift shut, and she lets the sound of Jacob’s steady heartbeat and slowing breathing lull her into a well needed dreamless oblivion. 

[nanlanmoarchived]

@evilsded​ said :  “it’s been a tough few days. how are you holding up?”

    “I uh-- I just dumped possibly the only person in my world who understands both bein’ a supe and havin’ enough baggage to fill a plane’s cargo hold because I’m shit at relationships and I don’t have any sort of work-life balance so I panicked and now I weirdly feel like I did after Bill died and no matter how much blood I drink or how much sleep I get I still feel like I have a giant fuckin’ hole in my chest that’s never gonna heal.” At least she isn’t crying anymore. Though much longer on the subject, or if Ash manages to hold eye contact for much longer than the few seconds she’s willing to give him, she’s going to break. She can feel it. “I’m startin’ to understand why Bill did what he did for Sookie. It fuckin’ hurts standin’ on the outside lookin’ in, even when you’re the one who closed the door.”​

[viirales]

💘 💑

💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

For Alex, all that icky love crap is actually more about trust than anything, so if he’s consistently and rather obviously letting his guard down around someone, sharing his past, and divulging plans with seemingly no second thought, it’s a fair assumption to say he’s smitten with the other party involved.

Fuck off I do what I want will, to a certain extent, become Okay, I’ll listen to your opinion on the matter before I go do what I want anyway.

His methods for doing it may be a little…skewered, and he may get a little annoying with them, but keeping his person safe will become a high priority.  And it shows.

Favors aren’t favors anymore.  In other words, he’ll do stuff for the other person in question without expecting or demanding anything in return.

Is his partner a cuddler?  Yes?  Well, they’re in luck, because despite his dislike of people hanging all over him, not only will he tolerate his partner laying on and/or clinging to him, but he may actually initiate from time to time, since he knows they enjoy it and it makes them happy.

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

To name a couple…

Intelligence and drive

He has to trust them completely so good luck, anyone who wants to give this a shot

Is either equal to him in terms of what you might call “dominance”, or else more submissive than he is ( but still has a mind of their own and is not completely submissive).  Basically, don’t be a doormat, but don’t think attempts at bossing him around is going to fly (all the time).

Conscientiousness.

Independence

And then, of course, they have to be okay with the whole…y’know.  Virus thing.  

[ladyseidr]

happy sinday here's the flirtation headcanon post which def has some suggestive themes lmao. some aren't exclusively abt flirting but who cares lmao

very good at flirting, but maybe a little blunt for some people's taste

knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it

absolutely will speak French if she thinks sb will find it attractive

big physical flirter—both in a body language sense and in a touch sense ( def has this in common with my william )

technically uses flirtation to keep her distance at times. she doesn't have trust issues per say ( er. well. unless it's post-divorce lmao ) but she has a habit of hesitating to commit at the start of a relationship. she will blow off questions of dating / etc with noncommittal flirting at first

cannot start a flirtation with a stranger to save his life

however: if sb else starts flirting with him, he can usually match the energy and actually isn't a bad flirt

gets significantly better at flirting with sb he has an established relationship with. he loves good flirty banter with someone

loves a good flirtation mind game. he won't initiate one, but he will play into it HARD. yes, it is unhealthy. yes, he does know that. no, he had no plans on changing

will use jealousy and / or challenging his partner as a flirtation tactic "against" them ( if relevant ). not in an immoral way ( as in, he's not going to actually flirt with someone else or something shitty like that ), but he will like. bring up that someone hit on him for literally no reason other than to make his partner jealous and hopefully get fucked out of his mind

( which is to say, yes, jealousy turns him on. and also he himself is extremely jealous, though he tries to hide it if it's uh. not a welcome trait lmao )

FLIRTING. THROUGH. HUMOR.

seriously. loves joke flirting and just very playful flirting in general

not afraid to get blunt with it, lbr. if it's cool, she is going to joke abt ur muse sitting on her face and then, ideally, will follow through with the idea dsfkdshfkal

very charming smile ( literally this is genetic because i have said this about hers, william's, and michael's. singular positive af.ton family trait lmaoooo ) and she uses it

abso-fucking-lutely uses the fact that she's an artist and "you're the perfect muse, can i draw you?" as a flirtation. but also like she genuinely means it every time fdkhfakshdja

literally loves nothing more than hitting sb with a hugely obvious flirtation out of nowhere

if he's flirting and sb doesn't realize?? he is not afraid to literally point it out.

also loves humor as flirting

enjoy giving compliments sm like appearance, skills, personality—it's all fair game

will interrupt ( mild ) bickering with some dumb shit like "god just kiss me already" and not only does it diffuse the situation, it sometimes actually works lmao

despite his own style of flirting, can and will get very sweetly flustered over sb he likes flirting with him unexpectedly

another case of humor for flirting lmao

literally has no qualms abt calling someone hot to their face with absolutely no warning, but in such a weirdly casual way that it won't always be clear whether they're flirting or not ( they are )

despite that, he's very attracted to personality and if he likes someone's personality he becomes much more obviously flirtatious

will back off flirting if he doesn't get a positive response after the first attempt, which can technically backfire if the person doesn't recognize it and / or is just shy. likes clear reciprocity.

their love language is quality time so like. if they're hanging around a lot, they've probably got a crush <3

Flirting With Anxiety ( tm ) dskhsfdkshsaj

no but like literally Won't flirt with sb unless she's 100000% sure they're interested in her. or, like. . . flirts so mildly that it's not recognizable as flirting ( meeeeee )

will blush when flirted with or when flirting herself. literally so easy to read that it hurts and i love that for her

early on / with new ppl will not have quick responses to flirting and will be way more prone to just like. laughing and blushing.

in an established relationship, definitely gets better at flirting and can develop quite a playful flirting style because she feels more confident

honestly if she's acting visibly shy, she likely has a crush / is in the presence of a pretty woman

[sonicanary]

Dinah, Ollie, && Connor on Injustice 2  #44

[atyped-archive]

❣

*  ⟡   ⋮   ❛  SEND ❣  FOR RANDOM KISSES.  //  no longer accepting

whatever STUPID twitter roast  santana was engaging in could wait !!  courtney was DYING over here !!  well,  that was a bit melodramatic but she despised being ignored when she could be the centre of attention.  pouting lips first press to the side of santana’s neck before trailing up to the girl’s ear,  quietest of hums as she plucks the phone out of her grip and tosses it further down the bed,  out of arms’ reach.  before santana can say anything courtney’s captured her lips in a kiss before her teeth gently tug at her bottom lip,  nuzzling of her nose as she feels her knee lift and land between her girlfriend’s legs.  interestingly,  such a good,  good girl knew some naughty things.  tongue soothes the nibble she left on santana’s lip with a gentle swipe as knee presses higher,  contact is made beneath her skirt;  whatever complaints the cheerio may have had would be moans soon enough,  courtney could guarantee that.  

&&.  a teasing/sensual kiss for @awesomegaydar.

[babbushka]

For Sinday can you please write something with Flip or Clyde taking you to a county fair? They can even sneak behind a ride to rail you senseless if they want 🌹

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope that you enjoy this spicy little something! :)

1.5k, NSFW (ferris wheel shenanigans)

After such a long, difficult winter, you can’t express how good it feels to be out and about with the sunshine on your face, the breeze in your hair. Arms stuffed full of toys and prizes that your boyfriend has won you, you take in the Boone County Fair for all that it has to offer -- and you find that the offerin’s good.

It seems you aren’t the only one grateful for the break of the frigid cold that had swept through your West Virginia home, as the fairgrounds are swamped with just about every Tom Dick and Harry that you recognized. You didn’t care about anyone else though, only payin’ mind to the one man that had captured your heart and kept it for good.

Walkin’ hand in mechanical hand with Clyde, you take in a deep breath of the smell of fried foods and smoked meats, and smile.

“Damn I missed Summer, I always forget how much fun these fairs are until they come back around. You did such a good job at that one shootin’ game -- not that I thought you wouldn’t, but shit, the look on that man’s face when you won me my teddy bear was priceless!” You laugh as you and your boyfriend try not to bump into folks waitin’ in line for rides that you already went on that mornin’.

Clyde, for his part, slurps on his cherry icee, and you can tell that he’s overwhelmed. You’ve been together a real long time by now, so you know all the signs, and you quietly lead him over to a shady spot away from the noise, giving him a small smile as you squeeze his prosthetic.

“Hey honey?” You get his attention gently, his big brown eyes snappin’ to yours, “You doin’ okay?”

“Yeah I uh,” Clyde’s brain trips up for a minute, and your man who is normally so careful with his words, finds that the best he can come up with is another, “Yeah.”

That’s all you need to know, so you’re already pulling out your phone and are about to dial Mellie’s number to let her know that you’re leaving early, when you feel Clyde turn slightly towards you to put his good hand on your arm.

“No.” His voice is pensive as he chews on his lower lip, like he’s having a big think about what he wants, eventually settlin’ on, “I don’t want the day to be ruined just ‘cause of me.”

“It wouldn’t be ruined at all. I’ve had a wonderful time, we’ve been here for enough time to make it worth the ticket price, let’s go on home.” You know how in his own guilt trip Clyde can get, and you try to mitigate that as much as possible, but he still has that look in his eye, so you just wait to hear him out.

After a moment or two, he finally blushes real deep, from the tips of his ears to the flush on his neck that disappears beneath his undershirt, and reaches for your hand again, chewin’ on his lip.

“What do you think about maybe goin’ up on the ferris wheel?” Clyde practically whispers, just loud enough for you to get the hint, sealin’ the deal with a deep rumblin’, “Just you and me?”

You’re on him faster than a bee on honey, the second that the ferris wheel moves up up and away. It’s one of the newer kinds, the enclosed kind, with a tinted window so the sun don’t go blindin’ anyone out in the summertime, and you take advantage of that straight away.

He tastes like cherry, his stained tongue slidin’ against yours, sticky and cool from the drink that he had tossed into the trash only seconds before climbin’ into the little car, needin’ both hands to grope and grab at ya. And grope and grab he does -- he squeezes you nice and tight as his mouth moves over yours, your eyes closed, happy sighs and gasps already steamin’ up the window.

“If we rock the damn thing they’ll know what we’re up to.” Clyde murmurs against your lips, and you whine in the back of your throat, not givin’ a damn.

“But Clyde...” You guide his good hand down between your legs, the button and zipper already tugged aside, “I’m so wet for ya, honey. Feel how slick you get me.”

“Goddamn...” His fingers push their way past your soakin’ panties, and he goes blushin’ again, lickin’ his lips like he’d rather be lickin’ up your cunt, “That's all for me?”

“Yes, please -- please won’t you touch me?” Gaspin’ a little for him, you spread your legs as wide as your jean shorts will allow, and he nods, givin’ you what you want, givin’ in to what he wants too.

The squelch of his thick fingers in your pussy is heady, thick, and you moan from the touch. He’s got such a big fuckin’ hand, you always thought so, and when he shoves three in with little preamble, your hips grind down onto them as subtly as you can manage, so you don’t go gettin’ in trouble with the ride car operator. They push in and out and your cunt flutters and grips on the sweet drag of the blunt edge of his nails, your clit already achin’ to be rubbed.

He makes out with you while he does it, while he stuffs his good hand right up into your pussy, the heat from his fingers and the heat from your cunt makin’ you moan and sweat. Clyde’s sweatin’ too, but he’s focused, breathin’ hard, sucking in the breaths that you keep huffin’ and puffin’ out. Your legs are spread for him and he makes himself comfortable between them, the weight of his body comforting, safe.

“I’d suck your cock but the damn bar’s in the way.” The back of your throat clicks from the spit that you keep havin’ to swallow, and Clyde’s blush deepens at the thought. He always did love the look of you on your knees, you know.

“That’s okay, that’s -- we’ll go home and I’ll fuck you proper when we’re off this thing. I’ll blow your fuckin’ back out, promise.” He pants, his hand speedin’ up, fingers crookin’ inside you to find that sweet spot that makes your whole body jolt.

You can feel the wheel start to move again, your few minutes at the top now over, but it’s still a long way back down, and Clyde only fingers your pussy with more vigor, his thumb droppin’ onto your swollen desperate clit in a way that has your head thunkin’ against the back of the car.

“Okay -- oh! Yes Clyde, honey -- right there!” Legs closin’ around his body, your knees pinch in, toes curlin’ in your sneakers, mouth droppin’ open as he finds it, as he starts to rub rub rub against it with all his might, milkin’ it for all he can. The sounds that your body makes are sick, the high pitched moans, the gasps, the sheer soppin’ wetness of it, Clyde’s glad that it’s a soundproofed little car, all the way up here in the sky.

“Come on my fingers darlin’, we don’t got much time left up here.” Clyde peppers kisses to your neck as you sweat and drool all over yourself, drippin’ from both ends as your breath comes in faster and faster.

“Yesyesyes, a little more, a little -- fuck!”

When you come, it feels like the fireworks in the park on Memorial Day, the unofficial start of Summer explodin’ behind your eyelids, and you gasp, your hand snappin’ down to his wrist to hold him in place as you ride out your orgasm.

Sly as a cat, Clyde pulls his hand away and sucks your come off of his fingers, grinnin’ to himself as you buttoned yourself back up to look presentable -- especially because the ride was almost over, the ferris wheel makin’ its way back down to Earth.

“You’re sweeter than that cherry icee.” Clyde says, soundin’ all too pleased right in your ear, as he lets you out of the car first, holdin’ you up on shaky legs.

The operator, some bored out of their mind teenager, doesn’t even notice, too busy scrollin’ on their phone to care. You don’t blame them, and in fact are grateful for their lack of attention, as you and Clyde walk away. You’re about to say somethin’, when your stomach growls real loud, and for the first time in a good couple hours, Clyde grins.

“Shit, sorry darlin’, didn’t realize how late in the afternoon it was.” He scratches the back of his neck, and you can’t help but smile back.

“That’s alright, how about I get us some of them fried pickles you love, and we’ll have ourselves some lunch, and then you take me home and fuck me hard like you promised?” Winking and bumpin’ your hip against his, you have to agree with your man when he leans down to kiss you and whispers,

“Sounds like a summertime dream.”

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[mino-diabolik]

7, 8 and 9!

Happy Sinday!

7. Biggest turn on?

“You all have absolutely no idea just what a sucker I am for eye contact. If you give me bed eyes from across the room, I will start planning just how fucked and you are going to be by the time we’re cornered up against the bed or the wall. At that point, I could care less…”

8. Biggest turn off?

Mystic crossed his arm, thoughtfully looking up at the ceiling, growing increasingly worried when nothing came to mind. Having his partner angry at him could be scary… but not exactly a turn off. The same applied for being harmed and the like.

——Oh, lord.

“Uh,” Mystic mumbled, “I suppose when their stamina is low. Or they lack hygiene, but that might just be a common thing amongst everyone.”

9. Quickest way to get horny?

“Run your hands over my thighs, make eye contact, kiss my neck,” he spilled, “or straight up go for that bite. I don’t care.” He snickered. “I’m very much sensitive, all of you know that very well. Anything that has to do with touching me is enough for me to agree into whatever vile thoughts you had in mind for me.”