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[helsafterdark]

since you tallked about it in one post 21 for thee smut promots?-cwanon

Hell yeah thank you for giving me an excuse to indulge in my silly little ideas

( for this )

// ns/fw , light cnc, free use, light somno, semi-public

Hels didn't notice it until the metal clinked against their glass.

The inconspicuous silver band on Ex's middle finger.

She wondered how long it had been there. Ex had obviously been waiting for him to notice, when their eyes met again they smiled innocently.

Ideas surged through Hels' mind, his fingers drumming against the table and her tail not so subtly flicking about of its own accord. He wouldn't do anything right now, she quickly decided, no - he had to wait until they least expected it. Maybe even until they'd forgotten all about putting on the ring in the first place.

Things were more fun that way.

It was hard to sit through the rest of dinner, especially pretending they weren't the real meal he was sizing up the whole time.

By the time it was finally over though Hels knew exactly what he wanted to do to them.

He continued chatting with them casually as the two left the bar, keeping up the act all the way until they had rounded the corner of the back alley.

Only then did she stop and pin them against the brick wall.

Her tongue was in their mouth faster than they could say anything muffling the noises they made as she unbuckled their pants and shoved them down to fall around their boots. He pulled away watched their face intently, seeing them swallow as his fingers traced back and forth over the skin under the waistband of their boxers.

“You better be quiet,” she warned as she dragged the boxers down, “wouldn't want anyone to come see you all…exposed like this, that's my privilege only.”

Obediently, they didn't utter a sound.

Hels unzipped her pants, finally getting some relief from how painfully hard he'd been on and off all dinner. Briefly he squeezed Ex's inner thigh, before immediately shoving her cock into them all the way to the hilt.

He had been hoping to fool them into thinking he'd finger them first and obviously that had worked judging by the shocked gasp they let out.

“Don't make me gag you,” she cooed sweetly, the back of his hand brushing their cheek with the same condescending sweetness.

For once he chased only his own pleasure. He pulled all the way out, briefly frotting the head of his dick with theirs before sliding back in deep as he could get it. Of course they were completely wet, they were probably fantasizing all evening about being used like this. It made it all the easier to thrust in and out of them.

As he continued Ex's legs shook, tears in their eyes from the pure restraint it took not to make a single noise other than heavy panting. They could barely support themself while being fucked into so roughly but Hels' hands were occupied finding new ways to grope them, not hold them up.

“Good, keep taking it just like that,” she groaned in their ear, speeding up and getting rougher by the second, blunt fingernails digging into their thighs, “I'm gonna fill you up and make you walk home with it dripping down your legs as a reminder of what a good slut you were for me.”

Ex couldn't hold back a heady moan.

That was all it took to push Hels over the edge, burying himself in them and releasing with a sharp hiss.

After a second she pulled out and zipped up her pants, pulling up Ex's clothes after. They were still shaking and dazed and - from the way they squirmed and rubbed their thighs together - desperate.

She waited for them to redo their belt then started walking again like nothing happened.

They went home like usual, showering to clean up the mess Hels had made, talking late into the night. No doubt Ex thought Hels was done now.

But she had only completed half her earlier formed plan.

Later when they were finally in bed he waited until their eyelids started to droop, breathing evening out and slowing.

Then she detached from them and sat up. He brushed his fingers feather light from their bare chest down their stomach. It was light enough not to stop them from continuing to fall asleep, their body relaxed and receptive to the touch.

She leaned down and kissed all over their body, their neck and collarbone, chest and stomach, this making them stir slightly.

They only started to wake up when she got between their legs, his breath hot on their crotch through boxers.

“Mm?” Ex made a sleepy hum, starting to sit up as they felt Hels' mouth on them.

Hels shushed them gently, one hand pushing them back down. They moaned still half asleep when he slid off their underwear and licked their dick agonizingly slowly.

Quickly ditching the slow and gentle she manhandled their thighs, spreading their legs and lifting their hips before going down on them again. He shoved his face into their cunt, his tongue moving with the sole purpose of making a mess of them. And that it did.

Ex's noises were soft but unrestrained, not having the energy to do anything but lay back and take it, everything Hels had to offer.

One moment her mouth was around their cock and the next his tongue was filling their hole and pressing against their sweet spot in a way that made their eyes roll back. They couldn't keep up with the pace and delicious pleasure, couldn't even give a warning before the intensity of their long awaited orgasm washed out any scrap of wakefulness they had left.

They were only vaguely aware of rolling onto their stomach, drifting in and out of sleep as Hels' tip slid against and eventually into them, using their hole again just like he had in the alley. At least this time he had the sense to pull out and cum on their back so they wouldn't have to get up and clean off again.

Hels knew they were too deep in sleep to hear his praise as he cleaned them off but that didn't stop him, murmuring their perfection and wiping the sweat and cum from their thighs.

Then he laid behind them, holding them against him and using them to keep his cock warm - after all, they hadn't taken the ring off yet.

[astronnova]

yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[gaynfl]

Representative Rashida Tlaib (the only Palestinian member of the US Congress) holds up a sign saying "WAR CRIMINAL" and "GUILTY OF GENOCIDE" as Benjamin Netanyahu addresses Congress.

[lemonbubble]

me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty

the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.

me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right

the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy

[uhhhhhhhh-might-go]

Spooning but I press the tip of my cock to the entrance of your pussy then play with your tits and bite your neck until you're wet enough to thrust all the way inside in one go~

[crystaltoa]

And now for something completely different.

This is the ADHD Teapot. I made it in a ceramics class a few years ago. I use it to explain executive dysfunction to people who haven’t come across the term before (and those who think of ADHD mostly as Hyperactive Eight Year Old Boy Syndrome).

So, most people’s brains are like a regular shaped teapot with a single spout. Let’s say that your time, energy, focus etc is the liquid you have in the teapot. Your executive function is the spout, that directs the tea into the specific cup you want to fill-aka the task that you’re meant to be doing. Spills happen occasionally, but generally most of the tea goes in the right cup.

If you have executive dysfunction, (a symptom of ADHD, trauma, autism, schizophrenia etc.) you have multiple spouts going in different directions. You can try pointing one of them at your chosen cup and you will probably get some liquid in there, perhaps you will even fill it right up (finish the task). But meanwhile, tea is also pouring out of several other places and not going where you want it. If you have another container nearby, perhaps some of it will end up in there. But quite a lot of it is going to end up on the floor and accomplish nothing.

And at the end of the day you’ll have filled one or two cups ( or sometimes not even one) compared to the five or six that somebody with the same sized teapot (but only one spout) has filled, and everyone wonders why you’re so bad at getting tea poured, and why you make such a mess in the process.

One day I’d like to spend more time learning pottery and create a really technically good fucked up little adhd teapot. But that’s a long way off since i currently live in the outback and the nearest pottery workshop is some 400km away. But I figure that for now, it might be a useful or interesting metaphor to somebody even in its rough draft form.

This post is the cup I filled instead of cleaning my house btw.

[skygenders]

That’s not how slurs work but not like genocide supporters give a shit.

[nezreblogz]

[w0rnoutsock]

uhm.. yeah..

[reactionimagesdaily]

[minart-was-taken]

Autism be upon ye

[redvelvetwishtree]

[moonlayl]

[dummy-daisy]

“accidental” anal. i'm laying on my stomach and you're over me, pinning me down with your weight. your cock is pounding into my willing, wet pussy hole when it slips. there is no prep, just brute force, your hard cock, still wet from my other hole, pressing against the tight muscle, pain, then it gives in and you sink your length into my ass. you've planned this all along. you love the way my thightest hole grips your cock. how i tense and scream underneath you and you just hold me down and make me take it. you whisper your apologies into my ear as you force your cock in again and again. it just feels so good for you. you can't stop. it was just an accident, but i'm doing so well taking it. fuck, you're going to cum. you fuck me harder. accidentally.

[reeksandfumes]

actually getting pregnant? no. bad. awful. I do NOT want that!!

having them grunt in your ear how they're going to knock you the fuck up like the worthless breeding bitch you are while they pound you into the mattress before cumming deep inside of you? YES. YESYESYESYESYESYES. LITERALLY NOTHING BETTER. YESSSSS. THE BEST. YES PLEASE!!!