#1/6 is very cool. almost 11 inches

[figurecollection]

Miku Hatsune (NT Style Casual Wear Ver.) 1/6 Scale by Good Smile Company, of Vocaloid

[incognit0slut]

Right Kind of Wrong (13)

She never thought she would be involved in a murder investigation and encounter her one-night-stand again, the awkward guy who isn’t exactly that good in bed—Or is he? Offended by the sentiment, Spencer is determined to prove her wrong… But as he gets tangled with the beautiful stranger, he realizes there is more to her than what meets the eye.

Part Summary: Seeking pleasure leads them down an unforeseen path. wc: 4k

Part Warnings: 18+ explicit content including handcuffs, overstimulation, dom spence, very rough unprotected sex, and angst. So much angst.

a/n: this part is supposed to be jarring, but it is still consensual, it's just... ill-timed?

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

THERE WAS NOTHING GENTLE ABOUT HIS TOUCH. The moment the cool metal clasped around her wrist there was a subtle change in his demeanor.

There was something foreign about him. Something rough, something rugged, something very different from the soft and warm gestures his hands held every time he touched her. All she could feel now was hot, scorching heat that had her body burning for more.

To think this was the same guy who stuttered the first time they met was bewildering. It was unsettling, even, at how the difference was so jarring. Although she had seen him drown himself in his own anger and frustration, she had never felt it until now. It was exhilarating and nerve-racking at the same time, even when she was the one who had offered herself to him.

"You're nervous," he pointed out, his gaze dropping down towards her wrist.

"No," she blurted before she could stop the lie.

His eyes narrowed just the smallest fraction. Spencer could feel what was left of his rationale was dissipating before his very eyes. He swallowed hard, the Adams of his apple bobbing as his gaze met hers. He wet his lips with one swipe of his tongue.

"You should be."

And then he yanked her, jolting her without warning. He guided her towards the bed, pushed her onto the soft mattress, and soon came to kneel beside her. Her heart hammered against her chest as he lifted the cuffs, effectively pulling her hand up above her before he grabbed onto her other wrist. It wasn't until she heard a clear snap that she realized he had tied both of her hands to one of her bedposts.

The clink of the handcuffs jingling above her head was making a steady rhythm as she tried to wiggle her way out from their cold grasp. The steel bit into her soft flesh, clinging to her wrists with a vice-like grip. A whine escaped her as he backed away, taking in the sight of her, exposed and naked right at his mercy.

Shamelessly and almost predatorily, Spencer's eyes raked over every inch of her body. Her trembling lips, throat swallowing as little whimpers escaped her mouth. Her heaving chest with every labored breath as the muscles on her stomach tensed, goosebumps decorating her skin. And then came the best part of it all, his eyes rested right between her thighs where her heat shimmered with her arousal.

She gulped beneath his gaze. Every limb of her was threatening to jolt off the mattress at any given second, every sense and every nerve alert and on edge. Every bated breath of hers was on tenterhooks. Was this fear? Some part of it felt like it. But the other part? The whole other part that had her feeling breathless as he climbed onto the bed, his hands dropping down onto her bare legs before spreading them apart?

That was definitely lust.

There was a moment of quiet, the air thick with tension and anticipation, as he gazed at her, before he crashed his lips against hers, grabbing her hair to yank her head back, his other hand gently cradling the side of her neck.

The kiss was messy. His lips moved desperately against hers, tongues colliding almost hungrily as if he had been craving her taste this whole time. And maybe he did, after what they had been through—every frustration, every anger—he longed to devour her again. And she tasted just as good, even fucking better, and there was nothing in the world that could stop him from earning what he desired.

His lips moved down her jaw, nipping and kissing down her throat before feeling her move. "Stop squirming," he huffed impatiently, licking a hot, wet stripe down her neck and biting down on the skin at her collarbone.

A soft gasp escaped her. Who was this man? There was something so primal about him. Something that drilled right down to her core. Something dirty, filthy. Something animalistic. Something raw.

Her breath was then caught in her throat as his lips moved lower and she helplessly watched his tongue slip out, licking partway down her cleavage. She whined when his fingers grazed her breasts, his large palms squeezing them as his teeth nipped at her skin.

Almost instinctively, her hands once again pulled at the restraint, desperate to touch him in return, but she couldn't move. It was torture. To crave him yet not have the power to do so, and it wasn't even more torture that all she could do was merely watch.

Her breathing became harsher when he lowered his head and ever so gently, his tongue slid out, circling her nipple. The light touch felt so damn good that her head fell back against the headboard, eyelids closing. He released her nipple from his mouth, a smug smirk on his mouth as his other hand deftly slipped her other breast, pinching the stiffening peak between his fingers as he gazed back at her.

"Are you going to listen now?" He hummed, his breath brushing against her skin. "Are you going to understand how reckless you were?"

"I..." she breathed out, trying to control the pleasure taking over her body. "I wasn't reckless."

He tugged onto her nipple, earning a loud cry from her. "Wrong answer." And then his thumb brushed over it again, soothing the pain he had caused while his mouth closed around the other bud.

Her eyes drifted down to where his tongue lapped around her hard peak—sucking, nipping, grazing it softly between his teeth. She became acutely aware of how aroused she was getting even in this position. Never in her life had she ever considered being bounded and manhandled by a man, yet here she was, restrained to her bedpost with her legs wide apart.

Spencer could feel her body shaking, and he also noticed the way her legs grew further apart the more he continued to suck on her breast. His hand tugged onto her nipple one last time before it trailed down her stomach, past her hips, and stopped right at the center of her heat.

One stroke of his finger between her folds was all it took for her to buck her hips forward, eagerly begging for his attention. She could feel the smile on her skin as he continued to explore the wetness pooling between her thighs. "You'll listen to me now."

And then she felt two of his fingers plunging into her without warning, without mercy. They thrust into her at a mind-numbing pace that had her gasping for air, mouth wide open as she arched off the bed.

She wasn't sure how long his fingers moved inside her, although she was certain she was going to reach her high sooner than expected. He must have noticed it too because he let out a low grunt while her walls clenched around him. His mouth closed over her nipple once again and he began to suck frivolously, leaving wet marks across her already damp skin.

And then he curled his fingers, and she was gone. She screamed, the familiar sensation taking over her body while he continued to thrust his fingers into her, ramming them so quickly while he leaned back, his eyes training on the sight before him. Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth hanging open, her chest heaving in quick breaths, her nipples hard and wet from his assault, and then there were his fingers buried deep inside her, her slick arousal coating every inch of his hand.

He slowed down his movements and felt her slowly relaxing, which was something he didn't approve of. He felt an insidious pull, an irresistible gravity that threatened to drag him into a sinister longing, something so out of character that it sent shivers down his spine.

He knew he shouldn't succumb to this desire, that it was something he would regret. But in that moment, he couldn't help it. The darkness within him surged, and he found himself moving closer to her as he whispered, "One."

Her eyes flickered with slight confusion, but it quickly left as he adjusted himself on the bed, her eyes briefly catching sight of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants before he lowered himself to the bed.  The moment she knew what he was doing, her walls tightened in anticipation around his fingers. And then his mouth was just barely on her clit, his plump lips grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves as his hot breath washed over her. Instantly her hands tugged against the restraints, a moan flying out of her.

"Stop moving," he grunted, before pressing his tongue flatly against her clit and lapping at the small bulb gently, occasionally lowering his tongue lower to lap her arousal that continued to flow, lewd sounds leaving his lips.

His movements were suddenly fast, so feral and animalistic as he shamelessly lapped her skin, swallowing every liquid dripping off her body. Tears brimmed the corner of her eyes as she felt his thick fingers pumping in and out of her at a rate that was sending her closer and closer to her second climax.

It wasn't really the stimulation of his tongue and fingers that had her tethering over the edge, although they did play a big role in the familiar pull building in her stomach, but it was the sight of him between her thighs. The way his soft curls framed his face, a few strands of them sticking onto his forehead from all the sweat. The way his mouth closed around her clit, sucking onto the sensitive bud so hard she could hear the mess her body was making.

And there was his eyes. They held a molten mix of desire and longing, bore into her soul, igniting a fire within her. They held an unmistakable hunger, like a predator fixated on its prey. She couldn't help but be drawn into the intoxicating pull of his lustful gaze, a magnetic force that left her shattering, the intensity of the pleasure finally consuming her body once again.

Her thighs quivered around his face, her stomach coiling as he moaned and tasted her, swallowing every last drop of her scent. Pleasure enveloped her like a sensuous embrace, causing a delicious, tingling sensation to ripple through her body. Her wrists tugged onto the metal link binding her but there was nothing she could do, so she surrendered herself to the all-encompassing ecstasy that consumed her body, leaving her breathless and utterly lost in this blissful chaos.

It wasn't until she felt him slowing down that she focused her attention back on him, panting heavily as she tried to ease her breathing. He then pulled away, his fingers slipping out of her with a squelch, and sat up.

"Two."

It was then she realized what he meant. Two orgasms. He was counting how many times he could make her fall apart.

"H-How much are you going to give me?" She asked in a soft whisper.

"As much as it takes for you to listen."

She was listening. Maybe not in the way he wanted her to, because let's be honest, an hour walking around without protection wasn't that bad. But she was listening to something else— his breath hitching every time his eyes caressed her body, the sound of the metal cuffs hitting the bedpost, and the rustle of clothes as his hand traveled down his body.

There was something about the way he sighed as he did it, about the way he reached down his heavy belt clinked, and opened his pants, she could barely handle the anticipation of what was to come. Pulling off his pants in a hurried manner, she noticed the wetness that stained his boxers. His painfully erect member stood proudly as he pulled it out, and he had no time to waste on the pleasantries—he ached to be inside of her as soon as he possibly could.

"You said I could use you?" He taunted, positioning himself right between her legs. "Should’ve been careful what you asked for."

She let out a gasp as he pushed her body into the mattress, ramming into her in one go. Her whole body throbbed with the way his cock stretched her, goosebumps decorating her skin as she pant eagerly. His hands clutched themselves onto her waist before he began to shallowly thrust himself into her, the wet slick glistening down her thighs and gushing further, coating his pelvis entirely.

His hands roamed down her body before stopping at the back of her thighs, pushing her legs down to her chest as he loomed above her, hips slamming against hers sloppily. A desperate plea fell from her lips as her eyes rolled in the back of her head and he groaned, pushing her body even further as he thrust harder, deeper, faster. The restraints around her wrist felt like they burned the raw skin where she had been struggling against his movements, her body jolting as another wave of pleasure ran through her body.

"Three," she squealed, legs tightening on either of his sides.

Then she spasmed, crying out loud at the sensation traveling along her core. The way her body shook only heightened his senses, and he couldn't help it when his hand fell between them, his thumb brushing over her sensitive clit in quick motions.

"Oh my god," she gasped, trying to squirm away from his assault. "S-Stop."

"Why?" He grunted, slowing down his thrusts yet picking up the speed of his thumb on her clit. "I'm simply using you, just like you asked me to."

He then wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned in closer. "I think I can give you another one."

Eyes locking with hers, he drew his slick-stained cock all the way out of her, just until his tip remained—before pushing back in, hard and fast, earning a loud cry from her. The mix of hurt and pleasure was dangerous, yet it was a welcomed warning that hummed through her body as the speed of his thrusts picked up again.

She slowly looked up at him, and in true honesty, he was a such sight to see. That look in his eyes was unforgettable, the strain on his face as he drove himself into her over and over. The curve of his cock stretched her in a way she had never felt before, and his thrusts were so aggressive it was getting too overwhelming. It was all-consuming as her whole body burned from the way his cock slammed into her, each thrust filling her walls until she was nothing but a whining mess.

"S-Spence." She whimpered through pouty lips, and she wasn't sure if he could even hear her when he sent her a drowsy look before his lips were on hers, tongue-twisting past her lips as he started a pace that was just as quick and ruthless as the last, perhaps even more. She was exhausted, her body was so heavy, and every grind of his cock made something ache deep in her abdomen.

A surprised gasp fell out of her mouth as one of his reached out round her throat with a light pressure. She moaned in response, offering her neck to him further. He let out a grunt before his hips continued their delicious movements, her head rolling even further back along the headboard, not even caring it was repeatedly smacking lightly into the wood behind her. She was too focused on his cock throbbing inside of her and that warm hand on her neck gently choking her.

Before she knew it, her eyes were momentarily rolling back, a moan building in her throat as her orgasm began to consume her. His hips rammed more enthusiastically into her, his hand tightening around her neck. "Four," Spencer announced between battered breaths, his own voice sounding strained. "Come with me."

She cried out, hands tugging at her restraints. She wanted to touch him, she wanted to reach out and run her hands over his back, but the cuff bit harshly into her wrists, holding her back in conjunction with his hand on her throat. The moment his deep, pleasure-filled rumble filled the bedroom at her struggles, she came hard on his cock at the same time he came undone. His body brutally crushed her as she felt his warmth seeping deep inside of her, her own body shuddering against his.

When her climax had washed over her, she was left dizzy and breathless. She slumped against the headboard, arms going slack against the cuffs. His loud panting breaths quickly filled her ears, then very abruptly he slipped his cock out from inside of her, his arms releasing their hold on her just as fast.

She watched as carefully got off the bed and in one quick motion, he zipped himself back into his pants, breath still heavy as he did. And while he did all that, she noticed he was oddly silent. He still remained silent as he maneuvered around to the side of her on the bed, reaching behind her before he pulled out a small key from the back of his pocket.

With a deliberate and practiced motion, he inserted the key into the small keyhole of the cuff, the tiny teeth of the key fitting perfectly. As the metal link opened and slid off her wrist, her skin underneath revealed the deep imprints left by the restraints, red lines encircling her wrists.

The room was filled with a heavy, unnerving stillness as she studied him, noticing the way his eyes were trained on her hands. He studied the bruises forming on her wrists. It was a visual reminder of the harm he had unintentionally inflicted, a stark testament to the damage done during what was supposed to be something intimate. The moment he stepped back and looked away, a heavyweight formed in her gut.

"I shouldn't have done that," he said, voice oddly quiet.

"What?" She asked, gently sitting up.

"I shouldn't have done that," he repeated. "That—that was so wrong. I..." He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I was too rough."

Her eyes narrowed as he shook his head, still refusing to look at her. Something felt off.

"Spencer," she called out. "It was consensual on my part."

"Look at you!" He snapped, his gaze focusing on her wrist. "I hurt you. You have bruises because of me. I—I tied you up."

She swallowed hard, sliding off of the bed and making her way towards him "I gave you my permission," she reminded him. "I wanted this as much as you did."

"That was wrong of me," he reiterated, still not focusing on her. "Here I am, wanting to protect you, and look what I just did.”

"But you are protecting me. You've been looking out for me this whole time."

"We both know that's not true." He shot. He was shaking his head firmly again, his face shifting away from her. "We both know I haven't been easy on you—and yet I come here to speak to you like that? Touch you like that? Fuck you like that?"

He rarely let such vile words escape his lips, nor did he let his anger take over his emotions. But it wasn't directed at her—no, it was a furious self-condemnation that spilled forth, revealing an inner turmoil that had been simmering beneath his usual calm exterior, a contrast to what she was seeing now. His clenched fists and furrowed brow were clear indicators that the true battle was within himself.

"No. No, I shouldn't have done that to you."

Her mouth fell open, that heavy feeling in her stomach slowly making its way upwards, coming to wrap her heart. "Spencer, I gave you the consent to touch me."

"No," he said, taking another step back. "This—" He said, gesturing a hand between the obvious space between them, "—it can't continue. I'll only hurt you even more."

She was the one who took a step back this time.

"What are you saying?"

"This needs to stop—whatever this is. I-I can't focus on this case if I keep getting involved with you. You're supposed to be under my protection, I'm supposed to keep you safe and yet I'm the one hurting you."

Being questioned of her innocence was hurtful, being left without any word from him after that was also hurtful. But to hear him dismiss the times they had spent together, even when it wasn't perfect, sliced through the air, landing like daggers in her heart.

With her voice trembling but resolute, she asked, "Whatever this is? That's what you think of us... as whatever?"

Her words hung in the air, charged with a mix of hurt, frustration, and a demand for clarity. She locked eyes with him, waiting for his response. He tore away his eyes from her and the avoidance of his gaze only deepened the tension in the room.

"You deserve someone better, someone who won't accuse you wrongly, someone who won't hurt you when you need to be protected." There was a moment of silence before he continued with a certain edge in his voice. "Someone who's not a federal agent far from doing his job."

That was it. That was the nail in the coffin. Exhaustion suddenly settled over her like a heavy shroud. She had always been known for her resilience, and her unwavering determination, but today was different. The exhaustion from the sex, her emotional turmoil, and now his dismissal had drained her of the strength to fight back.

And then to make matters worse, his phone suddenly rang. That fucking damn phone. Her annoyance flared up like a smoldering ember as the phone disrupted yet another conversation. It wasn't the first time, and frustration had been building with each interruption. She wanted to snatch it out of his grip and throw it to the wall.

She saw him catch a glimpse of the device and she busied herself by tearing open her dresser, grabbing the first shirt she saw, and silently throwing it on. He was awfully quiet, which meant that his notification seemed more like a text rather than a phone call, and she continued to show her back to him. Not because she didn't want to see him, but rather she didn't want him to see her.

She was on the verge of tears.

You're a fucking idiot, she snapped to herself. Tears welled up in her eyes, catching her by surprise, and she battled the urge to let them fall. She berated herself inwardly, feeling vulnerable and exposed for getting emotional over what might seem trivial.

But she was too tired—of him, of herself, of everything. The weariness that had been weighing her down finally took its toll. Despite her efforts to stay composed, the overwhelming emotions got the best of her, yet she didn't want him to know how much of his words hurt her. She didn't even want to acknowledge him even when he was calling her attention.

"I need to go."

Of course, you do.

"I'll come back later."

Don't even bother.

"We can talk then."

Just fucking leave me alone.

With the unspoken tension lingering in the air, and knowing she wasn't going to acknowledge him anymore, he quietly left, giving her the solitude she seemed to crave. It wasn't until she heard the soft click of the door closing behind her that she finally fell back onto her bed, burying her face in her hands.

The entirety of the night was finally hitting her hard–she had felt a short freedom, which was considered as 'being reckless' according to Spencer. Then he came unannounced, tied her up onto her bed, and fucked her while also managing to break her heart to pieces, leaving her shattered and lonely.

She had no idea how her day had taken such a dark, heartbreaking turn.

>> NEXT PART

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[nixacorp]

So I think I figured out a new way to make a kandi choker without anything but string and beads. Also doesn't need extra thick string to handle the stretch. You need: - 2 pieces of cord, just make them long you can always trim them later. I'm using a rainbow that I use for most of my kandi. - Measure your neck size. it is adjustable to a certain extent but more coverage is better. For my beads every three beads on the straight part was about .75 of an inch. I used twenty sets of three plus one extra on the end. - Beads! Get cool ones! I'm using clear, pastels, and glow in the dark for the very center piece Step by step: 1. count out your beads, lay them in the pattern you want color wise so they're easy to grab 2. Put all the beads straight on the first string. 3. Put 3 extra on the very end (labeled y above). 4. Take the cord and loop it back through that last bead you put on besides the 3. Make it only go through this bead and pop out 5. String 3 beads. These are going to be side of the x, middle of the x, side of the x 6. Skip 2 beads and put it through the 3rd one. Only put it through the third one and have it pop back out. In the attached picture note I've put a pastel instead of a clear each time you have to do that. 7. Repeat the above 2 steps until you get back to where you started. 8. Tighten! Make sure you tighten it enough that the beads start to form the Xs. I had to wiggle both strings independently and push the beads into position to get this to work 9. Once it's tight enough, wrap both loose ends of the beads through that last one to prevent it sliding. 10. Get your second piece of string. Repeat step 2 through 4 above on this string 11. Now instead of stringing 3 beads, put one, run it through the middle bead of your already built half, and then put on a second. 12. Run it back through, every third bead just like before. Just attach the sides together. 13. Get to the end, tighten. Try to make sure everything is flat and straight and properly x light. Do the same thing where you loop the cord through the final bead and tie to make it tight. 14. Hold the almost finished choker up to your neck. Find out how big the gap is between the ends. I used fingers to measure. 15. Tie a square knot so a loop forms that's a little less then the gap. Repeat for both strings You're done! To wear put around your neck, and put that loop your tied over the 3 end beads. X meeting Y. I normally do this in the front and then spin it around to hide it. Hope this was clear enough. There are for sure other ways to do this but I figured this one out and it's not that hard. Have fun and good luck!

[greenacrefarm]

Caramel Apple Mini Cheesecakes {with Streusel Topping} These tempting mini cheesecakes are the perfect party or after dinner treat! They're loaded with tender apples and finished with the most decadent toppings! #Apples #Butter #CreamCheese #Eggs #Gra…

[rubys-kitchen]

Jalapeño Poppers

Chef’s Notes: Very hot if you aren’t careful getting everything out, to the point that cream cheese will not help. Tasty if you have no heat at all.

Ingredients

4 strips bacon

12 jalapeños, about 4 inches long

8 oz cream cheese, at room temperature

1 cup shredded cheddar cheese

3 Tbsp sour cream

2 Tbsp chives, finely diced

(opt.) 1 Tbsp ranch seasoning

1/2 tsp garlic powder

Topping

1/2 cup Panko breadcrumbs

1 Tbsp unsalted butter (or the bacon fat from earlier)

1/2 tsp garlic powder

Instructions

0. Set the cream cheese aside to allow it to come down to room temperature.

1. Fry the bacon over low heat until crispy on each side. Set it aside on a paper towel lined plate. Dice once cooled.

2. While wearing disposable gloves, carefully slice each jalapeño down the middle lengthwise. Try to slice the stem in half as well and keep it intact for that classic jalapeno shape.

Put gloves on while you prepare the jalapeños and avoid touching your face. The “capsaicin”, (chemical around the seeds and the ribs), is what gives them heat and this can definitely burn your hands/skin during preparation as they require extensive handling.

3. Use a paring knife or a small spoon to carefully remove the membrane and the seeds and discard them.

The more that’s left behind the more heat these will have. I remove them almost completely so that the inside is hollow.

I also chose to run the cleaned shells under hot water. I don’t know if this does anything, but it feels like I’m washing away some of the oil/heat.

4. Preheat oven to 400°F. Line a light-colored 11x16-inch baking sheet with aluminum foil

Dark baking sheets attract more heat and can cause them to cook too quickly.

5. Combine the softened cream cheese, cheddar, sour cream, chives, ranch seasoning, garlic powder, and diced bacon.

6. Use a small spoon or butter spreader to fill each jalapeño and smooth it out at the top.

7. Combine the panko, melted butter, and garlic powder in a medium bowl.

8. Dip the jalapenos into the breadcrumbs, filling-side-down, for a nice even coating on the top. Transfer to the prepared baking sheet.

9. Bake for 18-20 minutes, until golden on the top.

It’s okay if they aren’t golden. Just go by time.

10. If desired, broil at 400°F for 1 minute to brown the tops just a little more.

Watch them closely during this time and ensure the stems don’t get too black.

11. Remove and let cool slightly prior to serving.

Store in an airtight container and refrigerate for up to 3 days or freeze for up to 3 months.

These reheat well in a preheated 350°F oven for 10 minutes.

[giant-menace]

1. On average 50 ft

2. Tiny seems 1-5 inches to me. Maybe smaller?? 👀

3. Giant home would depend on size but um….probably made from abandoned buildings or just a rly big cave i found :3

4. …yes. They r a kaiju tortoise and um…they grow or shrink based on emotions and hunger. I have a separate art account for them, but this is my secret g/t-love space so i won’t mention it but it’s a lot of fun to draw my sona.

5. Nervous giants and overprotective tinies! I’m an anxious bean myself, makes me feel loved and cared for when a tiny still wants to protect me despite size and strength.

6. This is hard cuz i like both. Can i say both??? Both lol

7. Giants. LOVE the concept of being bigger than a house

8. I have stories that do both. Kinda a mix of the two tbh, like semi-realistic magic that adds a bit of science-y shenanigans to it lol

9. Monsters vs. Aliens, How to Train Your Dragon…anything Godzilla or Gamera. Idk, i just like giant creatures

10. Sweet Tooth. And honestly it would be cool if hybrids became the sizes of the animals they were half of. Like the elephant boy just growing up HUGE.

11. It Took Me By Surprise by Maria Mena, Animal by Aurora, We Are Giants by Lindsey Sterling. I have a playlist!

12. If I shrunk I would scream and probably have a panic attack. That thought scares me. If I grew rn…I’m in my bed so the weight would probably break my bed. I’d also probably get stuck somehow, but that’s okay, I like tight spaces for some reason

13. Big. Pubby.

14. Monsters vs. Aliens ngl

15. Funniest is when a giant size shifter grows or shrinks slightly and tinies either have no clue, can tell SOMETHING is different, or shrug it off like it’s normal

16. Again, giant shifters. Love in media when a character loses control of growing abilities and can’t stop. Kinda a way for me to relate to due to emotions and stuff.

17. How long? Yes.

18. I rly love azuldoodles rn…

19. So both daydreaming and just dreaming about (almost every night actually) growing in size and getting stuck and/or breaking out of a building. I also just daydream about being rly big and hugging all my friends at once :3. Just pick em all up and give them a squeeze ❤️

20. 👉👈 Mikey from rottmnt or tmnt2012…mainly cuz he deserves to be the big brother for once and I just like that concept

This was rly fun! Thank u for posting it @so-very-small!

g/t asks!

What is your preferred size?

What size do you like to interact with best?

What would your tiny/giant home look like?

Do you have a sona? Tell us about them!

What’s your favorite size trope?

Fairies or borrowers?

Giants or humans?

Sci-fi shrinking or magic shrinking?

What’s your favorite piece of sizey media?

What’s the last TV show you watched, any size headcanons for it?

What song gives you size vibes?

If you suddenly grew/shrunk where you are right now, what would happen?

What kind of pet would you like at your size?

What was your g/t awakening?

What size scenario is the funniest to you?

What’s your comfort g/t media/tropes?

How long have you been into g/t?

Any favorite g/t content creators? People you wanna hype up?

What’s your all-time favorite g/t daydream - the one thing you keep going back to?

A fictional character you really REALLY wanna shrink/grow?

[inkribbon796]

Egotober 2022 Day 10: A Faulty Wire

Summary: Henrik’s a bit under the weather, which seems to be a perfect time for his favorite glitchy demon to show up.

Prompt: Virus

Characters: Anti, Henrik

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Henrik walked through the hall of his apartment towards the kitchen. He hadn’t been sleeping well all week. Not an uncommon thing to happen to him. The stress he’d been under at the hospital.

As he stumbled through his house, still half asleep, and went to his fridge to find the light on the fridge was off and the microwave was turned off. The fridge and freezer were still cold but they didn’t feel as cold as they should have been.

Because he was so tired and already hadn’t been sleeping well, he banged on the wall next to the closet light switch. “Anti! Get out here!”

The glitch demon shot out of the coffee machine, holding a cup of coffee and looking incredibly smug with himself. He glitches as his aura infected his own like a computer virus. “Hey, what’s up doc.”

“Vhy is this damaged?” Henrik demanded, gesturing to his cooling fridge. “Vhy does nothing in my house have power?”

“I stress eat,” Anti told him, shrugging.

“Then don’t do it in my house, I need my coffee in the morning,” Henrik said.

“I got it, I got it,” Anti walked over to the closest lightswitch and his aura sank into the lightswitch. All the lights in the house flickered twice before the microwave began blinkering and the light in the fridge came back on.

Henrik grabbed the jug of cold water to get himself a drink, put back the jug and then slammed the fridge door and went back to bed.

Henrik did manage to get a little bit of sleep. Anti didn’t bother him.

When he came back into his kitchen, Anti was lurking around in his electronics, fucking with the anti-virus in his computer. His already old computer would probably have to be replaced and Henrik was not looking forward to it.

The German doctor felt so incredibly tired and he immediately began making a pot of coffee. His head hurt and he generally felt awful.

“You don’t look so hot, doc,” Anti said, startling Henrik a little bit because he hadn’t hurt him get closer.

“I am fine,” Henrik said as he waited for his coffee and tried to make himself some toast.

Anti was watching him very intently and Henrik glared at him.

“You look sick,” Anti said.

“I cannot be sick, the hospital needs me,” Henrik said.

He tried to take stock of his body. He felt sick, maybe there was some illness working its way through him. And that weird bout of symptoms he’d seen at the hospital a couple of days ago had worked its way into his system. Like some insidious virus in his body. He hadn’t noticed himself coughing up blood yet but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

As Henrik thought he was cut off when he became away of Anti moving closer to him.

“You smell weird,” Anti said.

“I’ll take a shower then,” Henrik said, glaring at Anti.

“No, like you smell weird,” Anti said, inching closer until he was almost a couple of inches away from Henrik’s face.

And something in Henrik just snapped.

“Anti!” Henrik shouted before beginning to berate him in German, his English just falling away as he told Anti to leave him alone and then snagged his bag before storming out of the apartment.

Anti just watched him go with a look on his face. He committed himself to following Henrik at work but kept his distance from the doctor.

Henrik was left to stew in his thoughts. Shortly after leaving the house he started feeling better but he did get tested to make sure his lungs were alright. They were and Henrik was already feeling better. So he just assumed it was because he hadn’t been sleeping very well and was just stressed out.

It didn’t make Henrik feel any better, and it made him feel bad about yelling at Anti in the morning.

As he was leaving, Anti met him at his car. He was just sitting in the backseat of Henrik’s car and gave him a bit of a freight and caused Henrik to curse at him in German before calming down.

“Got bored, saw you coming out of work,” Anti lied, looking disinterested enough for Henrik to believe it without a second thought.

“I am sorry I snapped at you earlier,” Henrik told Anti. “It should not have been done.”

“It’s fine, doc, I’m sure we’ll think of something you can do to make it up to me,” Anti said, his normal smug self.

He moved to the front seat, glitching through the seat itself to get to the spot he wanted.

Henrik smiled at him. He started the car. “I am certain we could think of something.”

Anti began shit talking as they drove back to Henrik’s apartment. The doctor seemed fine and seemed eager to put the rather minor argument they’d had behind them.

But Anti knew better, he’d gotten a good look at Henrik in the morning while his defenses had been down. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but he’d seen it in Henrik’s face. There was some insidious virus working its way through the doctor’s body.

Obviously it wasn’t killing him yet, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in danger.

So, Anti had decided to keep an especially close eye on Henrik. Something had been done to him while Anti had his back turned and he didn’t like it. When he found out who had gotten Henrik sick, he would have to kill them.

[neonthewrite]

Neon's Masterpost of Stories

Updated 11/22/2023: Added some more parts of Grey Islands section; Added Borrower Chase AU section; reordered some stories, marked some as Dormant.

Under the cut I have compiled a series of links to various writings of mine. It is not comprehensive by any means, but it highlights some of my favorites. I'll work on adding to this masterpost as needed, and may add more sections in the future as I get the energy.

Published Novel: Bowman of Wellwood

Bowman Leafwing is always flying himself right into trouble. In an idyllic forest haven, a young wood sprite must make his own adventures, and Bowman does so by sneaking out at night to fly in the dark. After a race with his friends is interrupted by an owl, Bowman makes a discovery that the village of Wellwood hasn’t seen in generations.

Giant beings right out of the legends have moved into the forest, and though Bowman was once proud of his lofty four inch height, these newcomers tower over even him. Curiosity and miscommunication land Bowman in trouble, and he is left wondering: are these "humans" enemies, or are they allies?

Lulu (Publishing Platform): Paperback EBook

Amazon

Can be found on most other bookselling sites depending on your preference!

Chase in Lilliput (Ongoing)

An AU of utter shenanigans. Crossover between my Bowman of Wellwood characters in a Gulliver's Travels setting.

1 Chase In Lilliput - Chase falls off a cliff and onto a sleeping giant.

2 Discovered 1 2 - Chase is discovered by the sleeping giant.

3 Lost Giant - Jacob convinces Chase not to run off.

4 Got any Better Ideas? - Chase and Jacob come up with a plan.

5 Panic! In the Streets 1 2 - Jacob notices that the other Lilliputians aren't as cool with him as Chase.

6 Can we Keep Him? - Chase claims the giant.

7 All That Introduction Stuff 1 2 - Chase introduces his giant to the city.

8 Meet Minnie - Jacob meets Chase's sister.

9 Moving In - Chase shows Jacob where he'll be staying while he's in Lilliput.

Trust Your Giant - Chase is a dork and Jacob is very patient.

Birthday Party - Happy Birthday, Jacob Andris!

Barn Razing 1 2 - Jacob does what he can to help with a barn that's caught fire.

New Friend 1 2 - Jacob meets Chase's friend Bobby, who's a lil bit alarmed.

Taxi! - Jacob explores the outskirts of the city.

Wildflower Dust - Jacob wakes up to find the field covered in flowers.

Washed Up Winchesters (Complete)

An AU of the Chase in Lilliput AU ... just another layer of AU-ness. This crossover brings in the Winchester brothers (of Supernatural fame), reimagined as residents of Blefuscu! They're on a case and somehow the local giant is going along with the mission. Co-written with @nightmares06

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Grey Islands (Ongoing)

A prompt challenge begat an entire story that I hope to do more work on. Isaac Grey is a capable sailor, but even the best can risk a shipwreck. Most of them don't wash ashore on a strange island of giants, however. Isaac has a lot more to deal with than a broken boat and a lack of a map, as the first giant he saw also saw him and decided to carry him along on a fishing trip.

Includes a language barrier and some mystery.

1 2 3  4 5 6 7 8 9

Borrower Chase and Minnie (Ongoing)

Prompt challenges mainly spawned this AU, in which Chase and his younger sister Minnie are borrower sized - specifically, I borrowed the curse portrayed quite often over at @brothersapart, leaving someone small but also granting them some benefits in return. In this AU, Chase and Minnie are simply trying to live their lives in the walls of an apartment, where a familiar character happens to live ...

Forbidden Fruit Snacks | Fried Potatoes | Minnie’s Supply Run | Nailed It | Orange You Glad | Almost a Thief | Lies Under Duress | Shoot the Breeze

GT July 2022 (Prompt Challenge)

For GT July I managed to complete all of the prompts on time and with varying stories! Rather than copy all of the links over again, find the masterpost here:

GT July 2022

Size Swap AU (Ongoing)

A story in which Bowman and Jacob magically swap sizes. As can be expected, there is a lot of relearning how to Exist while they figure out what happened, and see what they can do about fixing it.

A Little Change

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

One Shots: Fairy Tales

Wake Up Call - In which Bowman wakes up with Rischa's gentle encouragement

Flying Lesson - In which a young Bowman flutters.

Bowman Left Behind 1 2 3 - In which Bowman's father leaves him in the care of his aunt.

Bowman Meets Birdie 1 2 - In which Rischa is born and Bowman becomes a big brother.

Human Music - In which Jacob has Bowman listen to some human music to see what he thinks of it.

A Chance Encounter 1 2 - In which Jacob meets a water sprite and startles them both.

Untitled Prompt - In which Bowman learns Jacob is still growing to his adult height.

Glow - In which Bowman sneaks out at night.

Keeping Warm - In which Bowman and his family deal with winter.

R & R - In which Bowman falls asleep near a giant.

Umbrella - In which Jacob protects Bowman from the rain.

Rain is a Good Thing 1 2 - In which Jacob does not protect Bowman from the rain.

Don't Trust a Leafwing - In which Bowman convinces Jacob to eat pine sap.

In Trouble Again? - In which Bowman gets stuck in Jacob's hood.

Are You Challenging Me? - In which Bowman and Jiria flirt.

Eclipse Over Wellwood - A look at how Wellwood might deal with a total solar eclipse.

Untitled - In which Jacob and Bowman discuss birthdays.

Bike Ride - In which Bowman learns how fast bicycles go.

Doing Good, Kiddo? - TW Upsetting subject matter. Young Jacob visits his ailing father in the hospital.

Visiting Hours - In which Jacob visits a grave.

Food and Monsters (Brothers Apart AU/Complete)

The first story that I wrote for Oscar, who finds himself in many AUs these days, was Pizza and Hexbags. That story was so much fun to write that I ended up writing several more, creating a full series meant to run alongside the Brothers Apart story's timeline. It's my fanfiction of a fanfiction! There are so many stories in it that it has its own post:

Masterpost

Oz & Jake AU (Ongoing/Dormant)

Oscar Meets Jacob - First story in the AU. Just what it says on the tin, though naturally with the most nervous little guy and the most chill tall guy it doesn't go 100% smoothly.

1 2 3 4 5

Oz & Cas AU (Ongoing/Dormant)

Quiet As a Mouse - Oscar meets Castiel, Angel of the Lord. When Oscar is hiding in a motel room and gets hurt, the angel comes to his aid.

Beggars Can't Be Choosers 1 2 3 - Oscar is caught out by a certain pair of supernatural hunters. He remembers advice from his friend Castiel, an angel.

One Shots: Oscar

I'll be Back Soon 1 2 - In which Oscar's mother disappears and he is left on his own. Subject matter may be upsetting.

One Shots: Misc

An Appreciation for the Sun 1 2 3 4 - Cowritten with @nightmares06. In which Rischa Songbird meets Castiel, Angel of the Lord.

[soupza]

1. Are you named after anyone?

i named myself :3 after all the cool neils like neil cicierega and neil gaiman and neil from camp camp and the other neil from camp camp etc,, is such a nice goofy name !!!

2. When was the last time you cried?

today,, it was in the shower 

3. Do you have kids?

i ‘adopted’ a fake family and we have entire lore and im like. the Main Dad also my dog

4. Do u use sarcasm a lot?

autism stops me from doing it i am either super monotone or super GFEWDJKL idk how to describe it lmao

5. What is the first thing you notice about people?

hair... i’m always in love with an egirl or smth also hair looks cool 

6. What color are your eyes?

so brown its almost black

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

omfg happy endings,,, i can’t watch scary movies ... always have to have a friend or two there or else i cant watch sdjhukfila

8. Any special talents?

oh i can eat a lot of butter at once and digest things that shouldn’t be digested or even consumed at all [wd-40, shower curtains, etc] also i know a ton of fun facts i am a walking fun fact database and i also have the ability to annoy people very easily <3 also i can read really fast i finished 7 400 page books in 3 days or smth

9. Where were you born?

california :P 

10. What are your hobbies?

writing fanfic, playing chess, watching stupid movies, reading 

11. Do you have any pets?

yes :D a dog today is actually his birthday !! my first pets were two fish that my brother named after geometry dash levels [xstep and clutterfunk]

12. What sports do I do?

karate, track, and baseball :3

13. How tall are you?

kinda average but i would like to be six feet and two inches tall

14. Favorite subject in school??

physics and history <3

15. Dream job?

film director or mortician ehehehe :D

wow so fun anyways : @tree-rave @infinityodds​ @buttermyfeet​ @quiets-cradle​

15 questions 15 people

answer the questions and tag 15 people! thank u brody @walkingmouth

1. are you named after anyone?

yeah!! first name after a movie star and middle name after my aunt ^^

2. when was the last time you cried?

earlier today i cried a little bit bc my big sister was leaving after visiting us!

3. do you have kids?

not yet but i really want them in teh future!!

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

yes in a jokey way w people im close to haha

5. what is the first thing you notice about people?

hmm idk!! if theyre nice ig lol

6. what color are your eyes?

blue-gray!

7. scary movies or happy endings?

both!!!

8. any special talents?

not really lmao

9. where were you born?

america unfortunately.

10. what are your hobbies?

drawing, writing fanfiction

11. do you have any pets?

2 cats!

12. what sports do you/have you played

none

13. how tall are you?

5'8” i think??.

14. favorite subjects in school?

none i do not like school

15. dream job?

piercer and child therapist. yes both.

tagging: @clandeztine @offtheheezayy @austinwehaveaproblem @mostlytins @daddymikeyway @deesaster @dxzys @h0use-of-w0lves @pagesixlovers @peterpansexual19 @p1ckthep01son @lj-girlie @untitledrockshow @littletroubledgrrrl @teenytinydancer34

[romirola]

For the fanfic author meme! for Secrets between Friends (as I love what you're doing with it): 2, 8 (no pressure!), 11 and 15! :D

Thank you so much for the ask, friend! And what perfect timing. I'm aiming to post the next chapter either today or tomorrow! Answers are long (because I am me), so I'm putting them below a cut.

2) What scene did you first put down?

I am a very strange type of author who, at least in my creative work, tends to draft the full story in order. I go back to add coherency, among other things, during revisions. However, I often think of/see/hear short bits of scenes that, for one reason or another, pull at my attention, so I'm going to answer this question with the first scene of this story that I saw, even though I didn't yet have the context or the narrative around it. It's from Chapter 6.

Sweetheart took a step forward to make their way to Angel's car, but a rush of dizziness threatened to undo their efforts. "I… I..." they stuttered. "Whoa."

Milo was quick to react, coming to Sweetheart's side and bringing an arm around their waist. "Hey, you okay?"

"F-f-fine," they said, the quiver in their legs matching the quiver in their speech. "I'm… I'm…” They flailed their arms out, as if to steady themselves. “Fine…”

In a flash, Milo caught their arm and ducked under it to press his hip to theirs and to offer them some more balance. As soon as Sweetheart felt the shape of Milo’s body press against theirs, they almost lost their footing completely, their weight slamming into him full force once they knew he was there to catch them.

“Alright,” he soothed, huddling close enough to feel them shake and shiver. “Alright, I got you now.” Milo shifted his weight so that he could keep a better grip on Sweetheart. “Did you slip in the snow, or is something wrong?” The wolf took one look at his mate’s suddenly unfocused eyes and knew that it had to be the latter, but he asked anyway.

“I…” they croaked, trying to find their voice as a wave of dizziness threatened to drag them back to the ground. Sweetheart’s head rested in the crook of Milo’s neck, as if they did not have the strength to hold it upright for one second longer. "I'm… not fine." Despite their best efforts, they could not summon an ability to push away from Milo to stand on their own two feet. It felt like all their energy had been drained out of their body. Their vision blurred and a piercing ring filled their ears. "I think something's wrong." Whatever semblance of composure they had maintained after the accident was completely gone. “I… I don’t feel good,” they slurred pitifully, eyes slipping shut as their legs buckled and a rush of breath left their lungs.

“Sweetheart!” Milo shrieked as they slumped into oblivion. Milo barely let Sweetheart’s limp fall an inch towards the ground, pulling them close and holding them upright as best he could.

8: Did any real people or events inspire any part of it?

Indeed. As I added in a note, Chapter 1 was adapted from my own experience and conversation with a friend. And little bits of myself and people I know always end up fleshing out characters and events featured in fics (and all writing, tbh.) In this particular story, Asher is... quite competitive... when playing Monopoly. For better or worse, I've got my own competitive streak, though I do NOT think I'm as bad as Asher.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

I like that I got the chance to imagine and to explore the dynamics between character who have little or no interaction in the audios. It was so fun to think about how each character might react to, admire, tease, or support those they don't necessarily always spend time with. I also got to write a few of the same scenes from different POVs in the latter half of the story, so we'd get the chance to see everyone's reactions to the accident, which was new for me and cool to try out.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

As far as writing technique goes, I learned that have an ensemble of eight characters can be difficult to juggle in one story. I really wanted to make sure that all eight characters contribute something and take center stage equally, and that proved to be more difficult than I expected. Hopefully, I worked it out but only time will tell as I posted the rest of it! On a more conceptual level, I guess I learned (or at least reflected on) that sometimes letting people in your life means sharing with them the secrets you'd most like to keep hidden, and that can be a worthwhile, valuable thing.

Thank you so much, @ejunkiet!

[hockey-hoe-24-7]

4 times you were a tease + 1 time he didn’t let you get away with it, feat. Frederik Andersen

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Teasing, Light bondage, Dom Freddie, Didn’t really spell check, the end is rushed cause I was over it. So this kind of sucks.

Length: 4.0k

You wouldn’t actually call yourself a tease. It wasn’t, like, a personality trait. But you would admit that you loved teasing your boyfriend. 

Starting goalie for the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen was the quintessential strong silent type, known for his calming presence in the net and out of it. The rare moments he did let his temper show, it was a shock to most. As his girlfriend, you had witnessed that temper than most others, but not often. He had confided in you that it had taken him a long time to reign in his anger and you respected that, were proud of him for it. 

The place you really wanted him to let go, though, was in the bedroom. You had only been dating for 6 months, sleeping together for 5 and you could tell he was holding back sexually. Whether it be his size or for fear of hurting or scaring you in some way, you weren’t sure. The sex was absolutely amazing...but there was something missing. 

You planned on addressing that.

I.

“Babe, are you ready?” Freddie’s voice echoed through the hallways of his apartment to where you stood in his master bathroom, putting the finishing touches on your makeup. 

“Yeah, can you come help me for a second?” You called back. You hear his heavy footsteps on the wood floors before he appeared in the doorway to the bathroom, looking fan-fucking-tastic in a navy blue suit. His eyebrows popped when he saw you standing at the mirror in only a black lace bra and a matching thong, hair and makeup done to the nines. 

Uncapping a tube of deep red lipstick, you took your time applying it, very aware that he was watching your every move with rapt attention. He had always loved your mouth. After a very drawn out lipstick application, you capped it, set it down on the marble counter, and reached for your dress hanging on the door in a dry cleaner bag. 

You made a point of ignoring Freddie as he continued to watch all your movements. You bent over, brushing your hair casually over your shoulder to give him an unobstructed view of your cleavage.  You caught him shifting out of the corner of your eye, his arms crossing over his chest and his body leaning against the doorframe. 

You slowly pulled the dress up your legs, letting him enjoy the show...and so you wouldn’t tear it because it was a very expensive dress and you happened to really like it. 

When you got to your hips, you shimmied a bit and you saw him twitch, as if he only just restrained himself from moving toward you.  Once you had the dress over your hips, you raised your head and looked at him innocently. 

“Help me with the zipper?” With that, you turned your back on him and waited, subtly watching him in the mirror. His face was serious as he stepped forward and slowly moved to stand behind you, the heat of him flush against the bare skin of your back. Instead of going straight to the zipper of your dress, his hands settled at your bares shoulders and wandered slowly down your spine before cradling your hips. You shuddered and heard his inhale sharply before he pulled you back against his chest and buried his face in your neck, laying a hot open mouthed kiss to your throat. Groaning, your eyes fluttered shut and you let your head fall to the side for him. 

When you felt his fingers inch under the waistband of your thong, your eyes snapped open and you stepped out of his grip. Looking over your shoulder, you almost laughed aloud at his surprised expression. “Zipper.” His beautiful face fell into a pout, but he did as instructed, leaving one chaste kiss on your exposed shoulder. With that, you brushed past him and made for the door, not even sparing him a glance as he mumbled something in Danish and skulked after you.

II.

The charity event had been a blast for many reasons. It was always fun to hang out with the other players and their SOs. 

You also had ample chance to tease your boyfriend. 

Light touches throughout the evening, leaning back against him when talking to other people, pressing your chest flush to his when you needed to pass by him. Like all the other players, he was expected to be social tonight so he couldn’t just drag you to the bathroom and fuck you, but you could tell he was beginning to lose patience. 

Unfortunately, before he could take you home and fuck the hell out of you, the two of you were invited out for a teammate’s birthday and ended up staying out until nearly 3:30 am. Both of you had been too exhausted to do much of anything when you got home. You had barely gotten your dress and makeup off before passing out. 

Now, the next day, you woke up by yourself, the bed noticeably colder without Freddie next to you. Patting around the bed, you eventually found your phone and checked the time. 11:15 am. Damn. You had really slept in. You were meeting your mom for lunch and shopping at 12. That worked out perfectly. 

Making quick work of a shower, make up and changing into something clean, you sauntered out to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, playing video games. 

Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzled your face into his neck, savoring the warmth and familiar smell of him. You wish you had woken up sooner so you could stay exactly like this for a few more hours. 

“Morning, min elskede,” he rumbled, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “Heading out soon?” You made a sound of confirmation against the fabric of his hoodie. Pulling your head up to rest your chin on his shoulder, you watched him play for a few seconds. “Can they hear me?” You asked. “Yeah,” he answered distractedly. He wasn’t particularly good at video games, but he was getting better. 

Pressing your face back into his neck, you let your lips only just graze the dribbled skin there. He inhaled sharply and went rigid. His hands stilling on the controller. “Think you can stay quiet?” You murmured against the shell of his ear. He didn’t answer so you moved your hands down the broad width of his chest until you reached the band of his sweatpants. Hesitating a long second, you reached down - not very easily because he was so damn tall - and palmed his cock. He let out a streak of curses and instinctively bucked his hips against your grip. You reminded him that you had an audience with a “ssshhhhh” against the shell of his ear. You felt his jaw tense against the side of your head as you let your fingers slowly massage his cock, which was growing harder and harder against your hand. When you loosened your grip, his own hand slapped over yours, forcing your fingers to tighten. You nipped his ear in retaliation and he sucked in another right breath, his hips jackknifing nearly off the couch.

Just as quick as you had started, you pulled away. “Shit, I’m late.” Which wasn’t actually a lie. Freddie looked at you furiously and you thought you had him this time. He certainly looked like he was ready to pull you over the couch and fuck you raw.  But much to your chagrin, he took a deep breath and looked away, his body still pulled right with anticipation.

Dammit. The cool,calm and collected had won again.

“Have fun,” he all but snarled at you. “Tell your mom hello.” Ignoring the pang of irritation, you kissed the top of his head and snatched up your purse. 

III.

You ended up spending the entire day with your mom, grabbing lunch, walking up and down the streets of Toronto, stopping into different shops, etc. You had a dinner tonight with Freddie and some other couples on the team, so you stopped by your own apartment to get ready. You were already pushing it with the time so you told Freddie to come pick you up instead of going to his place first.

An hour later, there was a rapping at your door. Giving yourself a final once over in the mirror, you opened the door to see Freddie looking as gorgeous as ever in another well tailored suit. He went completely still as he took you in. Whereas the dress you had worn to the charity event had been elegant and sexy in an understated way, this dress was more of a smack-you-in-the-face, grab-you-by-the-dick kind of sexy. Short and figuring hugging, it fit you like a second skin and made you feel like a goddess.

“Ready?” You asked nonchalantly. As you made to brush past him, his hand was suddenly at your elbow and he was hauling you back until your body met the open door. You grunted in surprise, but it was short lived as Freddie pressed his body against yours, dwarfing you even in your four inch heels. Hands framing your head, he pressed you back until you had to crane your neck to meet his gaze.

“I know what you’re doing,” he growled down at you. You could barely hold in your gasp as he pushed his knee up between your legs, the fabric of his dress pants coarse against the bare skin of your thighs. “And you need to watch it, little girl. It won’t end well for you.” A burst of heat in your belly and you were immediately wet.

You could have given in, let him have you right there in the hallway of your apartment building, let him release all that isn’t up frustration you knew he was keeping from you. You could feel it like like a pulse beneath his skin and a deep part of you screamed out for it. Instead, you mustered every ounce of willpower you had to rise onto your tiptoes and murmur against his lips, “I have no idea what you are talking about.” A soft peck and you were wiggling out of his grip and sauntering down the hallway, an extra swing in your hips.

IV.

The entire car ride to the restaurant, Freddie had his hand dangerously high on your thigh, his fingers nearly wrapping completely around your leg. You always loved his hands. Whether they were holding your hands, holding your leg, or holding your throat, you loved them. Now, you let your fingers toy with his, an absentminded display of intimacy you had both grown to enjoy.

When you reached the restaurant, Freddie rounded the car to open the door for you and help you out. You in made sure he got a nice view of your legs as you took your time stepping out of the car. Aware that people were staring, he kept an arm tight around your waist as he ushered you into the restaurant and toward the table the other couples were already seated at. It was Mitch who let out a good hearted wolf whistle and Steph who pinched him, even though she was smiling too. She stood up to greet you, arms open. “Damn, Y/N, if I didn’t know better I’d think you were single in that dress.” You laughed and embraced her.

The dinner was delicious, as usual, and the wine was making you all warm and fuzzy inside. As planned, Freddie couldn’t keep his hands off of you all night, from wrapping his arm around your shoulders to stroking his hand up and down your leg. After an hour or so, you excused yourself to use the restroom. Seeing the bathroom hallway and the women’s bathroom were empty, you took out your phone and furiously texted your boyfriend to meet you ASAP. He was at your side in less than 15 seconds, looking so concerned you almost felt bad for what you we’re about to do. Almost. 

“Y/N, what’s—“

Grabbing him by the front of his jacket, you dragged him into the women’s bathroom, shoving him up against the door once it was closed. Standing as far as you could on your tiptoes, you threw your arms around his neck and crushed your mouth onto his. It took him no time to respond instinctively, his mouth slanting over yours and his hands clapping over your hips. He lifted you like you weighed nothing and you wrapped your legs tight around his hips. He crossed the small bathroom in three long strides until he could set you on the sink counter. His hands thrust into your hair, moving your head to suit his needs. You bit his bottom lip and he groaned deep in reply, giving your hair a sharp yank. Tightening your grip around his neck, you pulled until he palmed your ass and pulled you closer to the edge of the sink, bending your body back and against his own until you could feel every taut muscle in his chest. One large hand was then running down your thigh and back up beneath your dress. You gasped into his mouth when we pushed two fingers slowly inside of you. He bit hard on your bottom lip, as if reminding you to not stop kissing him.  Just as you were slipping your hands under his shirt, a loud burst of male laughter from the hallway startled you both. Freddie leapt always from you, struggling to catch his breath, his cock straining against his dress pants. You put a hand to your chest, trying to catch your own breath. 

You didn’t blame him for his reaction. He had a reputation to uphold here. One that didn’t include breaking a sink while fucking his girlfriend in the bathroom of an upscale restaurant. As you straightened your hair, he was suddenly on top of you again, clenching your chin in his hand and forcing your head back to meet his gaze. “We’re finishing this tonight.” An order. You took a deep breath. “You know I’m meeting some out of town friends after this. I haven’t see them in 5 months.” Freddie’s expression was murderous and, for a small moment, you wondered if you had gone too far. But then he was leaning forward until you were nearly nose to nose. "You are going to pay for this." And then he was turning around and stalking out of the bathroom, nearly breaking the door in half. You gave yourself a few more seconds to compose yourself before following him back to the table.

V.

You ended up staying out until 3 am with your out of town friends and crashing at the apartment on an in town friend,having gotten too drunk to navigate your route home. You had shot Freddie a quick text explaining the situation and gotten a simple “ok” in response. Not abnormal for him. But you could practically feel his frustration through the phone. Good.

When you did finally make your way back to his apartment around 9 am the next morning, it was to hear the shower going in his room.  Shedding your own clothes, you took a long moment to admire the view of him standing beneath the shower head, rivulets of water running across the plains of his skin, the crevices of his muscles. You could stare at him for hours, but you were beginning to shiver. Knocking on the glass door to alert him to your presence, your heart twittered when he smiled softly and stepped back to make room for you. Stepping beneath the spray, you shivered as your body adjusted to the new temperature. The two of you showered in a comfortable silence and you found yourself being done before he was. He was definitely more of a leisurely showerer when he was at home.

Before you stepped out of the shower, you pushed yourself as far up on your tiptoes as you could go and placed a long, wet kiss to the strong column of his throat. He groaned and let his head fall back, his hands skimming down your sides to your hips. As he began to pull you tighter into him, you stepped out of his grip. Looking up at him, you almost laughed at his expression. 

“I’m all done.” A kiss to the center of his chest and you were stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel and heading back to the bedroom. You hadn’t even stepped into the bedroom before you heard the shower turn off and Fred’s feet hitting the marble floor. You squealed in surprise when he latched a hand over your wrist and pulled you back into his chest. You hit it with a thud and didn’t even have time to recover before he was slamming his mouth on yours in a punishing kiss. You groaned and clutched at his shoulders. You squealed again when he plucked you up off the ground, you legs wrapping tight around his hips, one arm holding you to him effortlessly. Then the two of you were moving, walking through the bedroom and collapsing onto the bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you reached in between your bodies, desperate to have him inside of you. You fisted his cock, intent on guiding him inside of you, but he was faster. Grabbing both of your wrists in his hands, he shackled them to the mattress above your head. He pulled his mouth from yours, your breath still mingling.

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he murmured. “It won’t be half that easy.”

“Fred-”

But he was moving off of you, landing a stinging slap to your hip. “Don’t move.” You didn’t think twice about disobeying him, only watched as he crossed the room and picked last night’s tie from the floor.  His eyes were dark and hooded as he moved toward you again. 

“Hands on the bedpost.”

Heat flooding between your legs, you did as you were told, wiggling across the mattress to grab the corner bedpost. He met you there, jerking your hands roughly so you were holding the post between your wrists. With quick hands, he tied you to the bedpost. Instinctively, you pulled at the bondage, found that it was nice and tight, but you could probably get loose if you really tried.

Not that you wanted to. 

Freddie was looming over you, leaning down until you were nearly nose to nose. “Safe word is blue. Say it.”

“Blue.”

“Again.”

“Blue.”

A satisfied smirk. “Good girl.” 

He pecked you on the mouth before moving onto the bed again, parting your legs and kneeling between them. You were completely exposed to him, no part of you hidden from eyes that shamelessly roamed your body like he owned it.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve put me through these last few days?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with arousal as he leaned over you, brushing his lips over your jaw. “Teasing me.” A light kiss. “Driving me insane.” Another. “Then walking away.” A sharp bite that made you flinch.  His mouth came to yours again and took it in a long, hard kiss. “Now it’s your turn,” he continued. “To be teased until you’re begging me to fuck you.” You whimpered in response, flexing your hips beneath his weight.

But he was pulling away, trailing his mouth back to your jaw and down your throat with exquisite slowness. Arching your neck for him, you whimpered again when he ignored the obvious plea and moved his mouth down your breastbone to the valley of your breasts. He kissed one beaded nipple with just enough pressure that you gave a light gasp and arched into him. He moved to the other, taking this one fully into his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against it.  As pleasure began to build, he moved yet again and you let out a frustrated curse. You felt his lips quirk into a smile against your skin before he continued moving, kissing down your stomach until he was just above your pussy. Suddenly he was leaning back and pulling your hips up off the bed, raising your ankles over his shoulders so you were completely helpless. You felt a tight kiss a breath above your clit and you tried to close your legs around his head, but he easily pried them back open. After a few more teasing kisses just shy of where you needed them, his mouth pressed lightly to your clit. You gasped and arched your hips into the touch. You were being shameless and you knew it. And you didn’t care. Here, with him, you felt nothing but want.

He didn’t open his mouth and eat you like wanted-needed-him to. All he gave you were small, tight lipped kisses that drove your desperation higher and higher. When he finally did open his mouth slightly to lick your throbbing clit, you thought he might just push you over...but he pulled away. Writhing in his grip, you tried to chase the high, but it faded away.

Giving you one last nip to the thigh, Freddie moved your legs back down to the bed, slowly running his hands up to your thighs. “What do you need, baby?” he asked, his voice low and taunting. “Tell me.”

“Fred, I need-I need you.”

He grinned at that, clearly amused and satisfied by your words.

“Hmmm. This what you need?”

Leaning over you, he slid his cock through the folds of your pussy. You moaned long and loud as your eyes fluttered shut with pleasure. Pulling back, he gave another long, slow thrust, his cock only just grazing your clit. 

Bracing his arms on either side of your head, he took your mouth in a deep, wet kiss. You instinctively moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders, but came up against the binds. It was brutal, having no anchor against the onslaught of sensation. Freddie was breathing deeply, his chest pressing deep into yours as he continued to slide his cock through your folds, keeping you at a torturous level of pleasure. Back and forth, back and forth, it was an exquisite pain.

As if he knew you were finally going to reach your climax, he backed off again, leaving you just at the edge.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your cheek. “Not yet. Not yet.” He leaned away again, running his hands down your body as he did.

You heaved in a breath as you dangled on the edge of your climax, then fell back again. 

“What’s it like, baby?” he asked, running his hands up your thighs and then back down again. “To just get there? And not have it?”

You only whimpered in reply, your entire body begging for him. He had you and he knew it. You would do anything for him now.

He slowly leaned back down, hovering over you until your mouths barely touched. “Apologize for teasing me.”

“I’m-I’m sorry for teasing you.”

You were rewarded by him guiding just the tip of his cock inside of you. You both groaned and shuddered at the burning pleasure, Freddie’s head dropping to your chest as he struggled for control. You writhed, trying to get him deeper, but he slapped a hand to your hip, stilling you instantly.

“God, Y/N, you drive me fucking crazy.”

“Freddie, baby, please-”

You both groaned as he pushed deeper inside of you, pushing slowly until he reached the hilt.  You shuddered and let yourself be taken over by the pleasure of having him inside of you. You clenched around him and he cursed. He suddenly reared up onto his knees and grabbed your hips, pulling you up off the bed. Pulling out of you, he slammed back in again. Soon, he took up a brutal pace, his hands digging hard into your hips, your body nearly completely off the bed.  All you could do was give yourself up to the sex, to what he was demanding from you.

The orgasm, when it came, was violent and overwhelming, robbing you of breath as it washed over every inch of you, stuttered your heart in your chest.

Freddie came with a curse his hips slamming into yours one last time before he collapsed on top of you, keeping his full weight braced on his arm. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment, struggling to catch your breath as your orgasms slowly faded. You felt Freddie’s hand cup your cheek and he turned it to face him.

“Okay?” he asked. You nodded in reply and pressed your mouth to his.

“If you think this is going to deter me from teasing you again, you are very wrong.”

He laughed, the sound so deep and husky you shivered with renewed arousal.

“I hope not.”

[rinharu-purple]

About S2 PV CH 10-13

Yes, it is a belated post, since the chapters are out. But you still might enjoy reading this 😄😄

Starting with Kiro/Helios with a mullet (I can’t believe that he’s wearing a mullet).

He is in a seemingly abandoned venue with a fading microphone. Maybe he is imagining himself on the stage again? Someone has also pointed out that he might be deaf, because of the hear aid, but the singers always wear one on stage, so I don’t think that’s the case.

And then we switch to the embodiment of awesomeness goes by the name Gavin in a rooftop bar, chilling with a bottle of Tiger beer. Greeting MC with a “I am not here for you”, which is ironic, because in the previous PV 6-9 he said the exact opposite:

The way I see it, Gavin is giving us the good old push and pull treatment. Thanks babe :/

---

Victor is probably overseas (San Francisco maybe, it looks like the Golden Gate bridge in the background) and is buying a New CLA? (the letters on the background). But its a Maybach you’re leaning on Vic (and nobody buys them with the Mercedes star anymore btw, its too old school, but because it's a Maybach I'll let it slide unnecessary info)

His smile while texting with MC is very cute (probably his inside voice his calling her dummy but as long as it cant be heard from the outside we’re cool).

And the way the picture suits to the melody in those 4 single piano notes is really nice.

Lucien is back to his assassin mode, stealing stuff and going behind people’s backs, playing all sides against each other, scheming and such. Same old same old. Gotta admit though, that I like him like this the most. especially when he gets caught by the MC and keeps his composure like “Haven’t you heard? I am the lizard king in this no horse town��� Smooth.

Nothing on Shaw. Sorry.

Joker is finally getting a sprite and is out there to get our LIs. Gathering proof on them etc. Let’s see where it goes.

Enter the angst:

Victor warns MC about pretending not to know him. Probably because he is already aware of the facht, that they are being watched, so he might be trying to conceal his relationship to MC, but I have no idea, how he is planning to do that, when they are both working for the BS.

But more importantly. Victor, a beige suit, with a black/brown shirt and a blue tie?!! You are an extremely rich guy, don’t you think that you should have the fashion sense which goes with it? Just because it looks good on Gavin doesn’t mean, it would look good on you too. Try something like this maybe?

While I am busy criticizing Victor’s Printemps ‘21 prét á porter look, this scene pops up out of nowhere accompanied by the melody going all crescendo, hitting me HARD:

I don’t even know where to start in this 4,5 seconds of heartbreak. Bullet points help:

- Symbolism is very strong with this scene. MC is shown falling into an inferno-like abyss with all red-fiery colors. And Gavin is responsible for it. 

- Gavin is wearing his trench coat from S1 CH1, reminiscence to the start of the story. Also the red ribbon part of MC’s pullover might have been put there to symbolize the red string of fate. Having read @cheri-translate s translation on Gavin’s R&S earlier today about their inevitable attraction, it  doesn’t feel like a far fetched speculation. Their souls are bound together and yet their hands are pulled apart in a way. We are so used to seeing Gavin and MC hand in hand or embracing, this feels like being hit by a truck. It also gives me some break-up vibes. Specifically because MC is reaching out for his hand but Gavin doesn’t move an inch.

- I need to say this though, his body and his face tell us two different stories. His body is stiff and doesn’t move, but look at his face:

Two things that stand out is 1) Ohmaygadheissohandsomeitmustbeillegal just kidding, not Gavin-stan gotta Gavin-stan swh 1) He is slightly biting his lip (the down curve on the edge of his mouth), so he is restraining himself from holding her (though I am almost certain that he would still subtly soften her fall with his evol). And 2) His eyes are filled with mixed emotions and his brows are furrowed very very little. He is showing only micro mimics so I am guessing that he is also trying to hide his relationship to MC, much like Victor.

Helios cutting MCs hair makes me only think about the Halloween 2020 event. No other comment on this. Again, PG is giving us some good throwbacks.

And the final blow with Lucien. The way its shown and the filter thats put on the scene hints towards a dream sequence. I don’t think it happens in the real world. Because for Lucien to lose the only source of color in his life is probably his worst fear. So having such a nightmare will probably lead to him distancing himself from MC even more.

OR, MC is going S1 CH11 all over again but this time around with Lucien. OR OR S2 CH 10-13 is S1 11-14 all over again, thus history repeats itself. Victor and MCs’ scene reminds me of this:

Helios threatening MC is much like MC finding out about Ares and as Areas threatens her not to be caught by him again.

MC falls again, but this time Gavin doesn’t catch her mid air.

Pretty sure its such my mind going to odd places, but the parallels are there, right? RIGHT? 

Anyways this post didn’t come out as I desired it to be, probably because I took my sweet time contemplating it and the new chapter are out, so many of you must already know where I am wrong lol.

But above all CH32 falls tomorrow!!!!The most anticipated moment is right around to corner guys and gals!!!! 

[the-deeds-to-shibden]

Saturday 30 May 1840

[up at] 4

[to bed at] 11 40/”

off at 5. Fahrenheit 73º at 4 a.m. – good grass-valley like last night – white arid mountains begun about 1/2 way to be near (right) – at Goktchaiskoi at 6 41/” – the man brought the lock-bolt I had ordered in going – rough job – to give what I pleased – offered 2 abasses – no! asked 1/2 silver ruble gave it – this station in process of new roofing (like the one yesterday at Kululinskoi) with sloping ealing instead of flat mud covered roof – at 7 1/2 the broad boulder bedded streamy river –  one or 2 of the streams deepish – this stage     one or 2 of the streams deepish – this stage /Anne’s repetition/

                                                                                                   versts

5 to 6 41/” Karamanskoi to Goktchaiskoi                          .           17

7 2/” to 8 25/” Goktchaiskoi to Turiantchaiskoi                  .           21

8 47/” to 9 55/” Turiantchaiskoi to Aranskii                        .           17

10 1/4 to 11 36/” Aranskii to Post Tchemaklinskii              .           18

11 58/” to 3 Post Tchemaklinskii to Kurulutchaiskii            .           33 1/7

3 27/” to 4 58/” Kurulutchaiskii to Kuraktchaiskii                .           20

5 17/” to 6 55/” Kuraktchaiskii to Elizabethpol                    .           19

                                                                                             145 1/7      

 (from Goktchaiskoi to Turiantchaiskoi) arid mountains near, right –  boundless plain, left – green and shrubby –  very dusty – white short southern wood (an artemisia) this stage, and the pink onionplant-like Baku flower? – at Turiantchaiskoi neat nice little station at 8 25/” and breakfast in the carriage I on cold boiled rice and Ann on hard boiled eggs and some raisins that had been washed and steeped in water – off again at 8 47/”  and almost immediately crossed one little deepish stream of the broad streamy river deepish streams coming from the dangerous valley (20 versts from the Lesghiens) – a little rice-ground (left) 1just after leaving this station – laid out in little squares in the water (marais) i.e. a little ridge between each square so that a man might just walk along it? at Aranskii at 9 55/” – here and there considerable patches of purplish red – orchis? no! larkspur, and these larkspurs all along sprinkled in the grass with bits of low white southern wood – arid mountains near (right) and shrubby plain, left –  pretty little village at 11 amid groves of mulberry and fruit trees – clouds of dust – very hot, tho’ a cool air, and the sun subdued – and at 11 1/4 deepest stream yet – and ruined mosque near (left) – at 11 36/” neat little station house and 3 or 4 cottages – reed-thatched mud-plastered cottages and wooded and pretty – arid mountains close behind (right) and partly wooded to the left – Kour (Kura) at 12 50/” – strongish wind, and more water than before – awoke at 12 50/” just as the carriage was put on the raft – I had been dreaming of being on a ladder which people were moving and the ordering the ladder not to be moved while I was on it awoke me! we had the wheel to bur and Ann and I alighted and stood on the raft – over in 8 minutes at 1 3/4 (3 minutes past one) – fine rapid river – very muddy today – beautifully woody and shrubby banks below us – the horses over on another raft 5 minutes after us –  gave as before 1/. silver – a couple of tree-boats on the river fishing – threw out their lines with large wooden-pitcher-like floats when we were there, – and ran down with the current – 2 or 3 mud huts and shed on 4 poles on left bank a little below us – off again at 1 22/” – how singular these bare, white rock, rounded furrow, bossy, protuberancy mountains! by making a considerable detour missed our little narrow deep river – not passable just now – at our nice neat station (Kurulutchaiskii) at 3 – this last stage the road had begun to be good again – good as a field road (field road) can be – i.e. tolerably level and not muddy nor sandy – at 4 tortoise (largeish – 10 or 11 inches long?) basking in the sun a little distance from the road and grove of mulberry trees pomegranate bushes etc. –  woody shrubby stage – the white arid mountains right near – left in distance, the fine snow-streaked mountains seem only a few miles off – some good bearded wheat and barly this stage –  at 4 1/2 clear enough – see well the singular, rock-hillocky plain along the foot of snow-streaked mountains – at the neat good station at 4 58/” (Kuraktchaiskii), and sent off one of our 3 escort Cossacks with our cards and to announce our arrival to the commandant of Elizabethpol – drove up and stopt at his door at 6 33/” – a merely tolerable looking house in a largish court – the poor man looking pale and thin and ill himself came to the carriage door to say his wife was very ill – sorry he could not receive us – asked him to sign our podorojna that we might go forwards – he did so – and we sent to order the horses –  but on arriving at the Caravanserai at 6 55/” they said the Shamfort river was too deep now to cross except in a chariot – and it was 7 p.m. – determined to stay all night and be off at 3 in the morning – the horses to remain here waiting for us – Ann and I immediately went out (at 7) and walked about – to the mosque – then along the bazaar and its still remaining dome-covered street, still entire nearly the whole length of the grande place – the  domes one immediately after another rest on 4 pointed-arch arcades and cover a square of about 5 yards singularly striking pretty effect inside, and singular line of round stone-hillocks outside – a narrow inferior street, or alley,  

                                                                                             Elizabethpol.

along side it at the back of the present shops (wood sheds) opening upon the grand place –  nothing more interesting than our evening ramble among the ruins of Castel Abbas (hodie Elizabethpol surrounded by a wide extent of ruins mosques and walls) formerly very handsome  town – domed streets opening into handsome caravansarais apparently with gardens and fountain in the centre as at the pretty caravanserai we saw at Old Shemacha –  4 very handsome caravansarais traceable, partly standing – one and some shops recently done up –  bath (like the one at Baku) near the great mosque here sunk (entered by a flight of stairs) considerably in the ground – ruins for some versts round the town – came in at 8 5/” and a soldier from the commandant brought us a present of a considerable round brown loaf, and a brown (good) cake, and several little white pain au lait twisted cakes for which to the man’s agreeable surprise gave him 1/. silver – tea at 8 1/2 and making our beds and siding and I know not what till lay down (merely took my gown off) at 11 40/” – Fahrenheit 68º and Reaumur 16º+ at 11 40/” p.m. have the next room to that we had before much more convenient tho’ not quite so large? and feel it less close – an officer or some gentleman in our former room with several of his friends or people talking with him till we went to bed –  

 Anne’s marginal notes:

cross the Kura at 12 55/” to 1 3/” and this stage good road again vide line 20 of next page

rice ground

cross the Kour.

Vc (for visit/call)

 WYAS pages:  SH:7/ML/E/24/0119     SH:7/ML/E/24/0120

[sorrelchestnut]

EVERYBODY’S PICKIN’ UP ON THAT FELINE BEAT, PART 37

holy shit I finished a scene.  We’re really close to the end now, y’all.  That being said: this definitely ends on a cliffhanger.  Fair warning.

Part 1.  Part 2.  Part 3.  Part 4.  Part 5.  Part 6.  Part 7.  Part 8.  Part 9.  Part 10.  Part 11. Part 12.  Part 13.  Part 14.  Part 15.  Part 16.  Part 17.  Part 18.  Part 19. Part 20.  Part 21.  Part 22. Part 23. Part 24. Part 25. Part 26.  Part 27. Part 28. Part 29. Part 30. Part 31. Part 32. Part 33.  Part 34. Part 35. Part 36.

Title: everybody’s picking up on that feline beat Author: Sorrel Fandom: Fallout 4 Rating: Mature Warnings: None Relationships: Deacon/Female Sole Survivor Series: Part 3 of everybody wants to be a cat

Coffee helps; fresh air and sunshine helps more.  For someone who spends a significant majority of her life inside, underground, nocturnal, and/or just generally skulking around in the shadows, Whisper can be surprisingly solar-powered at times.  By the time they're over the river she's in almost obnoxiously high spirits, singing "Anything Goes" in a squeaky falsetto that makes him think longingly of the roll of duct tape in his pack.

"The world has gone mad today, and good's bad today, and black's white today, and day's night today-"

"Whisper, I swear to God-"

"And that gent today you gave a cent today once had sev-er-al chateaus!"

"Alright, Cole Porter, that's enough."  She grins wider and opens her mouth, and he hastily slaps a hand over it before she can start the next verse.  "No."

Her lips tickle against his palm as she grumbles, "You're no fun."

"What, because I like living?  You're going to bring down every raider in the greater Boston area, the way you're caterwaul- ow!  Fuck!"

She tucks her thumbs in the straps of her pack and gives him a cheerful, empty-headed smile, showing off the pearly white teeth she just sunk into the base of his thumb.  "Talk shit, get hit."

"Jesus, you're aggressive."  He studies his hand but doesn't find any sign of bleeding, just a neat row of stark white tooth marks rapidly flushing back pink.  "Whatever happened to licking my hand to gross me out?"

"Sometimes I can really tell you were an only child," she informs him, shaking her head faux-mournfully.  "You gotta go big or go home, that's my motto."

"Good thing we're going home, isn't it?"  When she squints at him, he smiles sunnily and holds his injured hand a couple inches above her head.  "I mean, 'big' isn't exactly your strong suit, so..."

She launches herself at him with a war cry.

Bickering aside, they straighten up when they come into sight of Diamond City, falling into character as a pair of road-weary mercenaries coming off an all-night hike and desperate for a shower and some sleep.  (Which, to be fair, isn't that far off from the truth, all things considered.)  They're both in costume already, not that that took long.  All Whisper had to do was slick back her hair and throw on a pair of sunglasses and hey presto: Olivia Bailey, ruins-rover extraordinaire.  Next to her all Deacon has to do is look suitably grizzled and road-weary, so he pretty much just tossed the least-disgusting raider's jacket on over his travel clothes and smeared some dust artistically through his stubble and called it a goddamn day.

It certainly works well enough on the second-shift gate guard, a pockmarked woman with nicotine stains on her fingers.  She waves them through with a disinterested nod, already going back to her book before they even clear the gate.  Deacon squashes down the contrary impulse to make some kind of scene and just nods back, professional and cool, as he wraps an arm around Whisper's shoulder.  She gives him a little sideways look that says I know what you're doing but doesn't bother to pull away until they're in the tunnel.

Deacon looks around and then back to her, pointedly.  Whisper huffs a laugh.

"What now?"

"Nothing," he says, and waggles his eyebrows.  "It's just… here we are again.  Where it all started.  Back to the site of our fateful first meeting."

Her eyes narrow.  "Weren't you the one who said-"

"Mm, yeah, but I've had time to think about it, and I think you made a compelling point.  First contact is definitely the first one that counts."

"You just don't want to 'fess up on just how long you were following me around."

"Why, partner, I'm hurt that you would think of such a thing," he says, and moves swiftly on before she can call him on the obvious evasion.  "You know, you keep bringing me back here, I'm going to start thinking you've got a secret romantic streak."  She gives him a look.  "Very secret."

"That's me, all hearts and flowers," says quite the most ruthlessly practical woman Deacon's ever met.  "Besides, if I was going to start up with romantical remembrances at this late date, that wouldn't be the one I'd pick.  I was so sleep-deprived I'm lucky I remembered my own name."

"Couldn't tell to look at you," Deacon says, in massive understatement.  She was all easy swagger and magazine-cover grin, on her way to bigger and better things.  She sure as shit didn't look like she was running on the ragged edge of her endurance - but then, he knows better than most just how well she can lie with a smile.

She glances over at him as they break out of the tunnel, her gaze shrewd over the rim of her shades.  "You remember it pretty well, huh?"

Nope, nuh-uh, not going there.  "Your hair was longer," Deacon says, tweaking the end of one of her curls in a transparent bid for distraction.  "I remember that for sure."

"Well, yeah," she says, ducking neatly around a kid that seems really intent on wherever she's running.  "You told me to cut it."

"I did?"  He definitely doesn't remember that.  "When?"

"When we were prepping for the Covenant op.  You said blonde, I said I had to grab some bleach, and you gave me that 'oh honey' look you do when people are being particularly stupid and told me to just cut it off, you had a spare wig lying around someplace."

That does sound like him.  "And you just did it?" he says, because Whisper is a lot of things, but 'obedient' sure as shit isn't one of them.

"You were brandishing a knife when you said it," she admits.  "It seemed easier to give in than argue."

Yeah, that definitely sounds like him.  Especially then: that must've been, what, their first week together?  Back then everything was one long haze of exhaustion, staggering from one crisis to the next with barely enough time to take a shit.  Hauling her into the Covenant op was a desperation play, pure and simple: he needed backup, and anyone had to be better than Glory.  He hadn't known, then, what she could do with nothing more than a smile and a little room to work.

Though he figured it out pretty damn quick.

"I'd say it worked out," he says, and tweaks her dark hair again.  "You do make a fetching blonde."

She gives him a look over the tops of her shades, knowing and a bit amused.  "They do have more fun."

Aaaand now he's thinking about their first time, that silver dress pushed up around her thighs, blonde wig spilling across the mattress above her and blue eyes begging him in the dark.  He clears his throat.  "You want to go talk to Valentine?"

"In a bit," she says, and wraps her arm around his waist.  He automatically puts his arm around her in turn, and she leans her head on his shoulder, a picture-perfect image of a lovesick spouse.  "Need to make the rounds, hit up a few of the merchants first.  It'd be weird if I didn't."

"God forbid we look weird," he agrees, and laughs at her elbow in his stomach.

~*~

She does break off eventually, slips away to discuss things with Valentine and leaves him with a key and strict instructions to take care of dinner.  Deacon makes a quick loop of his own, touching base with the runners they placed last time and offloading some of their scav while he's at it.  Myrna's girl has been promoted to working the afternoon shift solo, and is more than happy to take a few extra minutes dickering in order to fill him in on the local gossip.  He rounds it off with a visit to the Dugout where the cocky one is still serving drinks - Deacon makes a note to collect the ten caps from Whisper later - and picks up some dinner to go on his way out.  Never let it be said he can't follow orders when it suits him.

He's setting out the plates when Whisper follows him in just a few minutes later with a slammed door and a cheerful, "Hallo the house!" from the far end of her little warehouse.

"Kitchen!" he calls back, and a moment later she appears, weaving her way through the stacked boxes and dropping a noticeably emptier pack on the floor by the stove.

"Need a hand?"

The food's pretty much done, so he tilts his head to the table with a hopeful, "Something to drink?"

"I've got just the thing," and she grabs her pack again, fishing around inside until she comes up with a couple bottles of Bobrov's homebrew.  "I tried to catch you at the Dugout but Vadim said you just left.  Good enough?"

"We-ell, everyone knows a dry white pairs best with seafood, but for day-old mirelurk I suppose it will just have to do."

"You're trying to ruin my appetite but it's not working," she informs him, nose in the air.  "I'm so hungry I'd eat a mirelurk raw."

He laughs and nudges in behind her as she turns to grab a bottle opener.  "C'mon, darlin', don't be like that.  You know it's only the best for my girl."

"Flatterer," she says, nothing in her voice now but laughter.  "You talk any sweeter, I'm gonna be forced to check those lips for honey."

"Aw, babe.  You say the - ha ha - sweetest things."  He buries his nose in the back of her neck and inhales.  "I get the cigarettes, but why do you smell like one of Tom's experiments?  Hot metal and burnt wiring," he clarifies, when she gives him a truly weird look.

"Oh, I stopped by Piper's after I talked to Nick," she says, all offhand as if she's not talking about the biggest gossip in the Commonwealth.

Deacon unpeels himself from her back and takes her by the shoulders.  "Whisper," he says, seriously.  "Do we need to have a conversation about operational security?  Because I feel like you may have been out that day."

"Oh, so you want her to come by and harangue me in person?  Because that is one hundred percent what she'd do if she heard I was in town and didn't go see her first."

Okay, so maybe she has a point.  The thought of Piper fucking Wright showing up at his door - well, Whisper's door, whatever - demanding to know his intentions toward her friend… Yeah, no.  That's gonna be a haaaard pass.

Whisper grins at him, the devil in her eyes.  He knows that look.  "Whisper-"

"Ohhhh, I see what this is about."

"Fear," he assures her, trying to head whatever this is off at the pass, "this is a very healthy and reasonable level of fear," but she's on her way to a punchline and won't be deterred.

"You're a fan!" she declares, over his groan of protest.  "Aww, sweetheart, why didn't you say something earlier?  I could totally arrange an introduction for you."

"Ahhh, no thanks," Deacon manages, through the bolt of terror that thought inspires.  "Little-known fact, spies are in fact allergic to reporters?  Like, clinically.  The hives are brutal."

She takes pity on him and gives way with a laugh, her eyes crinkling up at the corners.  "Don't worry, babe, I'll protect you."

"You're the best."

"And don't you forget it."  She pops open one of the bottles one-handed, handing it off to him with a cheery flourish.  "Besides, you don't wanna bitch too much about my girl Piper.  Her caps bought you this booze."

"I take it back, she's my new favorite person.  After your radiant self, of course."  He takes a swig and passes it back, enjoying the flush of boozy heat down through his chest as he turns back to the stove.  After a moment's consideration, he adds a couple extra tatos to the pan.  If they're drinking Bobrov's then he definitely wants to lay down a hearty base.  "Something interesting afoot?"

"Mhm?"

"Your payout from Wright.  Anything I should know about?"

She wobbles her flat hand side-to-side, a wordless eh.  "Not really.  Just a side project I've been working on."

Interesting.  It's not as if they tell each other everything they get up to - he certainly has any number of moving parts at any given moment she's not read in on, and this business with Hancock gave him a good idea about how much he doesn't know about her adventures - but the fun stuff, yeah, that's usually share and share alike.  Then again, maybe it's a leftover from her little enforced vacation back in August.  He's mostly kept his nose out of whatever she was up to those weeks in hopes she'll do him the same courtesy, so there's a gap in his intel.

"Very mysterious," he teases, nudging a little.  "C'mon, not even a hint for your faithful partner?"

She refuses to be nudged, only smiles faintly and hunches one shoulder into a lopsided shrug.  "You can read it in the paper tomorrow like everyone else."

"Way harsh."

"That's me, cruel and unusual."  She passes him back a plate with an absent kiss to his scruffy cheek.  "C'mon, quit fondling that pot holder and get me some supper.  I'm starving."

~*~

It's a good night, maybe the best he's had in a while.  Deacon sort of figured she'd be distracted, mind on her mission tomorrow, but instead it's the opposite: for the first time in what seems like weeks, he has her full and undivided attention, and he basks in it like winter sunshine.  They trade stories and quips, mostly things they've told each other a dozen times over but still fresh, still funny, still so much fun to watch her trying out a new spin, a new angle.  She's so fucking good at that, always has been.  Yet another thing Deacon never needed to teach her, but damn does he never get tired of watching her reinvent herself on the fly.

Deacon, for his part, finds himself mugging shamelessly for her attention, chasing her approval as fervently as any junkie he's ever pretended to be.  And unlike a junkie Deacon gets what he's craving in spades, because she's as generous with her smiles as she is with her stories, lounging back in her chair with her glass in her hand, thighs sprawled wide and her voice gone syrup-slow with that insinuating smirk that only ever spurs him on.

Later, he doesn't entirely remember how they end up in bed.  The booze turns everything smeary and soft-focus, like light coming in through a stained-glass window, and his memory preserves only a series of snapshots: pulling Whisper into his lap, her startled yelp of laughter muffled with his mouth.  Making out on the landing, one foot braced a step down to put him closer to her height, his fingers busy on her shirt buttons and hers on his belt buckle.  Tumbling into bed in a snarl of limbs, laughingly disentangling them until Whisper tugs him up over her in the dark.  Burying his face in the sweat-slicked curve of her neck as he works his cock inside of her, her blunt nails scoring lines down the length of his back and her heels digging into the backs of his thighs to urge him on.  The flicker of the candlelight playing across her lush mouth and her dark, shadowed eyes, her damp hair clinging to her forehead as she tosses her head back against the pillows.  The low breathy rasp of her voice, "Deacon," murmured against his ear, "Deacon, Deacon, please-"

And then when he wakes up, he's alone.

The radio downstairs is playing “The Wanderer,” and Deacon lies there for a moment, listening to the clatter of the rain against the windows, experiencing an overwhelming surge of deja vu.

Then he hauls himself out of bed, picks up his boots, and goes in search of his wayward accomplice.

Unlike last time, there's no pint-sized partner clattering around in the kitchen, cooking breakfast and dancing around like temptation on two legs.  The room is cool and dim, only the faint mid-morning sunshine straggling in through an upper window to light the way, and the only sign of habitation is the soft strains of the radio.  Deacon does a quick check in the warehouse section just in case - have the boxes been breeding back there? - but the only sign of life in here is him.  Most damningly of all, Whisper's pack is gone from the hook beside the door, leaving his looking lopsided next to the empty space where its partner used to be.

Do not project onto an inanimate object, Deacon my lad, he tells himself, and checks the counter next to the radio, where he previously saw a pad and a pencil half-buried under a precarious stack of ammo boxes.  Sure enough, there's a note there, torn loose from the pad and folded into thirds with John scrawled across the front in unfamiliar handwriting that must belong to Liv.

She's just keeping cover, not stupid enough to write anything else out here in the open where anyone could walk in and see it, but Deacon still stares at it for a long moment, that single syllable knocking around somewhere at the bottom of his ribs.  Then he shakes his head at himself, reaches out, and unfolds the note.

hey handsome, you looked so peaceful i couldn't bring myself to wake you.  at least one of us should get to sleep in, and nick had me up with the sun.  (you know what he's like when he's on a case!)  shouldn't take long though, just a quick run down to goodneighbor and fingers crossed we'll be back by supper.  take care of my best guy while i'm gone.  xoxo, liv

The radio changes to “One More Tomorrow,” and Deacon glares at it as he folds up the note.  Reading between the breezy, heavily fictionalized lines, it's clear enough she decided to handle this Kellogg business solo.  Which is… fair enough, he supposes, but something about it doesn't sit square.  Did she think he would have told her no, if she asked him to stay put?  He thought he made it pretty clear the whole thing was hers to handle or not as she saw fit.  Or maybe she just thought it'd be too awkward, having him up in her business like that?  Maybe after their last op, she's about had her fill of personal.  He couldn't blame her if that's the case, but he hopes she knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is make things harder for her.

Well, there's not much he can do about it either way, not with her at least a few hours ahead of him, judging by the sun, and definitely not with her clear instruction to sit tight.  Waiting isn't much his favorite part and he didn't really plan to be hanging out in Diamond City all day, but Deacon's an adaptable fellow; he'll find a way to keep himself occupied.

The market is bustling at this hour of the morning, and Deacon lets the crowd carry him along, thinking vaguely about picking up some noodles for breakfast and then maybe having a wander around.  It's not great for his cover to spend so much time out and about on his own, but with the right sidelong look most people will probably assume she's sleeping off a wild night, which would be great for his ego, at least.  Besides, there's really no substitute for market gossip when it comes to keeping a pulse on the goings-on in the Commonwealth, which is what he plans to tell Dez if she gives him shit for the wasted day.  Not that she will, because if Deacon has his way she'll never hear about any of this, but he likes having a contingency plan in place.  Makes him feel all nice and comfy.

It's when he's looping around the counter in search of an open stool that he catches the familiar sound of Piper Junior hawking her wares at full volume.  Which is funny, 'cause by his calculation they're not due for another issue for at least a week.  Normally Piper's pretty regular with the print, except-

Deacon gets a sinking sensation in his chest.

-except when she has something too juicy to wait and damn it, Whisper, what the hell are you up to?

Normally the last place he wants to be is anywhere near someone named Wright, but since his partner has been up to shenanigans without bothering to inform him first, he figures that in this case 'better safe than sorry' means getting out ahead of whatever nonsense Whisper's been cooking up rather than running the other way.  He makes sure to pull his cap low over his eyes, hitches his pack higher on his shoulders, and sidles over towards the Public Occurrences like he just doesn't have anything better to do.

"Extra, extra, read all about it!  Minutemen General has the tell-all of the century!"

Oh, it's Minutemen business.  Geez, why didn't she just say so?  If she's running some propaganda job for Garvey, the last thing he'd want to do is get in her way.  It was obvious they needed something after the trip to the Slog the other week, and throwing Piper at the problem is probably the most efficient way to get the word out.  Half the damn Commonwealth reads her paper at some point or another, even if it's just so they can tell themselves how wrong she is.

Still, Whisper did tell him he'd find out today, so she probably expects him to read up on whatever it is.  He snatches a paper off the top of the stack and flips it over, scanning for the headline.

Woman out of Time: Savior of the Minutemen Tells All About Life Before the Bomb!

"-not the current General," Little Wright's saying, when Deacon manages to stop staring at the paper and drag his attention back to the real world.  "The first one, the one that retook the Cast- hey!"

Deacon finds the paper snatched right from his hands, a pint-sized version of a familiar glare beaming up at him.  "You gotta pay before you read," Little Wright informs him.  "We're not running a charity here!"

"Uh, right," says Deacon, who still feels like he's hearing everything underwater, slow-motion and echoing strangely.  "What's the deal with this General, then?"

"Didn'tcha see the headline?  She's from before the War!  Vault froze her in cryo, right here in the Commonwealth!"

Vault 111.  Oh, fuck.   Ohhhh fuck.

"So you gonna buy or just stand there and stare?"  Little Wright brandished the paper at him.  "Hot off the presses!  Only ten caps, and you can be the first to know!"

[casnextdoor]

30 questions Game!

i was tagged by the lovely @oasiswithmyg 💕

1. Name/Nickname; my Name is Casaandra but please please i am begging you .,, call me cas .

2. Star Sign; I am a pisces .

3. Height; 5’4

4. Birthday; February

5. favorite band; i got quite a few.,, BTS GOT7, Stray Kidz, Chase Atlantic, at one point i was a HUGE seventeen and blackpink stan .,, not so much anymore.,, odd future if you consider them a band .,, and Ateez

6. favorite solo artist; lemme preface by saying,,, separate the art from the artist . that being said ,,, im really into brent faiyaz, H.E.R, tyler, the creator, frank ocean, sza, partynextdoor.., summer walker.,, daniel ceasar.,, kali uchis.,, joey Bada$$ , joji.,, clairo, miguel… i feel like you can see where this is going . very versatile when it comes to todays music .

7. time; 2:56 pm

8. Song stuck in my head; Friends by Chase Atlantic for some reason and The Need To Know by SZA

9. Last movie i watched; the bee movie .,, idk why either but i put it on to fall asleep and then i got kinda intrigued because when i first seen it .,, i hated it … but it was kinda … inch resting

10. free space; Im allergic to peanut butter and shell fish .,, but i love them . so i always keep an epipen and Benadryl on me .

11. Last show i watched; Manifest ., and i rewatched naruto and my hero

12. When was this blog created; Okay so this one .,, i created last … august i think . but i had one before this and .,, yeah .

13. what i post; bullshit .

14. last think i googled; pinkpantheress. they are an interesting artist and i like their music.

15. other blog .,, i got one but its more of a personal situation .,, if u find it .,, thats cool too

16. do i get asks; not a lot but yes .,, mostly becuz my wife really likes to give me writing prompts to get my mind working .,,

17. why did i choose my url; originally it was brattybae00; and that’s because when i was younger and i did have a semi good relationship with my father; he lovingly (i think) use to call me brat . for context an often used sentence would be “what do you want for dinner, brat? I was thinking pizza.” i changed it because i haven’t gotten along with my dad in years and the name kinda soured over time,, and i had nothing else to use for tumblr . now it casnextdoor because 1) i love partynextdoor’s music.,, and because its very average . something someone wouldn’t really think twice about .

18. following; i follow 87 people .,, i am N O T naming every single one of them .

19. followers; im almost at 100 which FUCKING COOL ! but yeah .,,

20. i dont really sleep at night . but on a good day maybe 6 hours . on a bad day not at all .

21. lucky number.,, 3. and ill explain just a bit . im 3rd born out of all 6 of my siblings (dont ask😕) the letter in my name is the third letter of the alphabet and because three alwats seems to pop up everywhere for me .

22. instruments; saxaphone . not explaining further .

23. what am i wearing; my work shirt and my roommates boxers .

24. a fucking BEHAVIORAL ANALYSIS !! growing up i watch A LOTTTTT of criminal minds which is kinda how i picked my major . because i wanna meet the garcia to my derek . thats a joke .

25. favorite food; store bought ramen and anything that can be eaten with Nutella and taste good .

26. tea or coffee; depends on the day .

27. Nationality; i feel like thats different from race so specifically.,, i am hispanic and haitian .

28. favorite song; My time by Jk ..,, Mic Drop by BTS.,, paper hearts by tori kelly, OHMAMI by Chase Atlantic .

29. Last Book I read; Paper Towns by John Green ; i sincerely love that mans work

30. top 3 fictional universes id want to live in; Harry Potter because why not.,, twilight because someone gotta slap sense into bella.,, haikyuu because bokuto🥺

tagging my love @jaysdimples

[cuddle-me-slash-bear]

Horny Woman Gets Plowed by Stranger, More at 11

A/N 1: I'm on mobile so I'm terribly sorry there's no cut. This was crossposted from AO3. This may not be the best, but it is rated EXPLICIT.

A/N 2: Howdy all! I'm a slut for Vincent, so much so that he's made me want to write for the first time in 6 years, and my first smut no less. Due to that, this is extremely turbulent. I wrote this over the course of two weeks so I probably lost my track a lot. Vincent is no doubt OOC. No beta, all mistakes are my own. Comments and criticism VERY much appreciated!

Description: Vincent Finds you hot and needy.

You don't know if it's the hot Louisiana air or the fact that you haven't seen another person in a week, but you just want to get split open as soon as possible. It's a good thing you've already made camp, because you can hardly stand how horny you are right now.

Now it's time to unwind inside your nice little tent, and riffle through your bag in the dark for exactly what you need. Your fingers run along the rubber ridged shaft, and your underwear gets impossibly wetter at the prospects of it filling you completely up. Shimmying your pants off, you get right to work at pulling your underwear to the side and lubing the toy with your slick, all the while pinching your nipples.

You moan freely at the prospect that you saw no 'private property' sign. Being miles out from the city sure has it's benefits, you think, teasing your hole with the head of the toy. There's rustling to the right of your tent, and you can feel your pussy clench in excitement. Could be a person come to fuck you out of your misery, but what the hell are they doing out here in the middle of nowhere? It's a deer, you reassure your almost disappointed mind, finally shoving the toy inside you.

Oh goood, the slide is so agonizingly amazing that you don't even try to stop the whimper that crawls up your throat. You take a deep breath and realize just how tense you are. You hold the protrusion in place while you move your legs and stretch, feeling pleasure piling on itself in different ways. Relaxing, you prop a leg up and lazily pump the toy inside and out. The sounds coming from your soaked pussy sound absolutely sinful, and it's a crying shame there isn't a fat cock to ease your burdens right now. The rustle sounds again, and accompanying it is a tall and broad shadow crossing the front of your tent. The clench is accompanied by a harsh pulse that you can feel in every muscle, exhilarating and spine-tingling. Whoever is out there has already heard you moaning like a whore, so no sense in beating around the bush. You hope he wants to beat around your bush.

You call out in a breathy voice, "Are you going to help me out, or just hide?" The figure stops in their tracks, and you can see their shadow widen as they turn towards the opening of the tent. You're no stranger to sex with strangers, partaking in a glory hole more than once.

Pulling out the toy, you toss it to the side before sitting up and ripping the tent's flap to the side. You remember the air being stifling outside, but when your head pokes out, all that hits your cheeks is a cool breeze. Right in front of your face is the stranger, towering and powerful. If you hadn't pulled that vibrator out, your juices would be running down it amidst your climax. "Well? Care to join me, stranger?" The man looks behind himself, before looking down at you and crouching. Fuck yes! Some perverted angel took pity on you. Scrambling to the side, you allow the man to crawl in and situate himself on the farthest side of the tent from you.

"Oh come on honey, you just heard me about to cream my panties. There's no room to be shy here." You lean on your hands and knees and crawl towards him, before noticing his face is very unchanging. "Are you wearing a mask?" You stop at his feet and sit on your haunches. He seems to be looking at everywhere else but you, before nodding and scooting back just a bit farther. "You can keep it on, but I will take these off," you smile deviously as you untie his boots, caked with dry mud, and toss them behind you. You tug at his ankle, urging him to scoot and lay down. Once he's propped against your pillow, you throw your leg over his hips and grind yourself along his hardening member. You bend, and make sure to press every inch of your torso to his before you nuzzle your face into his neck and nip at his ears. "Before this goes any further, I'll ask you for a color. Green means keep going, yellow means pause, and red means stop. I expect you to be honest when you answer me. Do you understand?" His cock twitches, and he nods. You wonder how far you could push this guy, but you don't want to scare him off. Not when your cunt is clenching this pathetically around nothing. His breathing gets heavier, made worse by the mask he has on. You steal a glance up at his eyes, and can see the shine in one. Planting your hands on his biceps, you set a rhythm of gyrating your underwear clad cunt along the seam of his jeans and moan under your breath with him.

"You're wearing too much," you mewl, tugging at his jacket and sweater. You're not moving from this spot on his lap, so you pull him into a sitting position to help him strip. He pulls off the layers one by one, each letting his hair cascade along his shoulders and creamy skin. You push him back down, lovingly moaning as you kiss and nibble at parts of his neck. "You smell heavenly, and you look even sexier." A whining noise sounds from in his throat, and you get just a bit wetter. You chance a look down…. Yup. You've soaked a patch into this dude's jeans. "Look at how bothered you've gotten me." He looks from your face down to where your eyes are glued, and he throws his head back with a groan. Your lips return to his neck, trailing down to his collarbone to suckle a hickey just below neckline. "Now you won't forget me so easily," you smile at him as your lips travel a little further down to his pert nipples. Pink and mouthwatering, you take one in your mouth gently and swirl it around. Your tongue has him arching his back up and choking on gasps. His legs bend, which pushes you just a little higher and just a little firmer into his chest. You come up for a second and firmly ask, "Color?" A glance at his sides shows he's clinging to your comforter like a lifeline.

"G-gree-een!" The first word he's said to you, and it's urging you to continue. A raspy reply, cut off by his stuttering breaths and moans. You giggle, and say, "You can touch me, ya know." You watch as his eye settles on different parts of you, too frazzled to choose…

"Here," you take his right hand in yours, and bring it to the back of your head. "Run your fingers through my hair, and pull." He does just that, but instead opting to do it a few inches from the tip of your hair. You let out an involuntary 'Ow!' The stranger's hand recoils, and you rush to console him.

Still giggling, you ask, "You haven't ever pulled hair before, have you?" His gaze refuses to lock on yours, slowly shaking his head. "Let me show you." You sit him up again, lightly grazing his skin all the way to the back of his neck, before raking your nails along his scalp to the center of his crown, gathering the hair there. "You slide your hand along the base of my head…." You breathe out, feeling the straps of his mask clasped in-between soft locks of silk, "and gather the hair there. Then you pull, honey." You demonstrate on him, earning a soft 'Fuck…' and a shiver. "Color?"

"Greeen," he drawls, sounding almost close to tears. He would be absolutely breathtaking when wrecked, you think, switching to the other nipple to lather it with love. The stranger uses his newfound knowledge on you, and you grace him with a deep, sultry moan and a grind across his cock to reward him. He's keening so beautifully, and you can't help but say….

"You sound so breathless, almost like-" The stranger cuts you off.

"A virgin?" Your lips pause their rhythm to gaze past his heaving chest. Eyes connect, and you sit like that for a second.

"Are you?" His visible eye darts to the right, and your pussy clenches painfully. "Holy fuck, that changes things," you moan out, pulling back. He rushes to fill the space you left, whimpering and shaking his head.

His arms circle your waist, locking you to him.

You press against him, and wrap your arms around his shoulders. "I'm not going to stop, but if this is your first, I've gotta make it as special as possible. Considering I've already went ahead and made you hard without being introduced, I'm [Y/N]." Your legs maneuver around his waist, and you use the leverage to rotate your hips in a circle around his straining dick. His head falls to your shoulder, mumbling, "V-Vincent…"

"I like that name, Vincent. Do you still want to continue?" You're soft now, less hasty just so you can make this extremely pleasurable for him. Vincent nods fervently, still bashful even with you being a couple of layers from taking his virginity. A smile crosses your face as he crushes his hips to yours and grinds up, breath shaking.

Your hands slip down, trapped between two scorching bodies to his jeans button. Unbuttoned, unzipped, and now thrown somewhere in your tent. Vincent seems to prefer commando, and now all that's left is your underwear and shirt. Both are gone in a flash, and you're seated right back where you belong, dragging your heated slick along the length of Vincent's dick. It's a good thing you're on top, because Vincent's legs are shaking behind you. From excitement, arousal, all of the above?

You reach down and grasp his leaking member before giving it a few strokes and leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I'm honored to be your first, Vincent." You tease the tip of his aching cock, slowly taking in more each time you descend. Vincent is gripping your hips hard, digging his nails into the meat of your sides. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, hitting your cervix in an uncomfortable way. "Fuck, you're huge…" you cry, rocking back and forth to get some friction on your clit to ease the discomfort. Vincent keens so beautifully underneath you.

"C-close…." He breathes out.

You take one of his hands in yours, and guide it along your sweaty skin up to your breasts, urging to grab and squeeze. "Please?" He twitches again inside you before doing as instructed. At first, a little too softly. You urge him to be a little rougher, and he gets the confidence once his action invokes a guttural moan from you.

Tingles are sent straight to your filled pussy, all of this becoming overwhelming. Your hands glide over Vincent's toned body, brushing his nipples again and humping Vincent to soothe your swollen clit. "Oh fuck, Vincent…" you throw your head back, core heating up. You can feel Vincent's eyes glued to you, and you're aiming to make a lasting impression. And so is he, you think, your pussy will feel his cock's imprint for days after this.

Vincent's legs shuffles behind you to plant his feet on the ground, angling his hips up and completely filling you. "Hah, I'm gonna cum!" You cry, muscles seizing and pussy clenching. You grip his forearms as you roll your spasming cunt to finish, opening your eyes just in time to see him throwing his head back.

"Hmmf-h-HA!" His hips drive up and lift you just a little bit, and you can feel his warm seed filling you up impossibly more. His neck is tensing, and it makes youou want to mark him up.

You don't move off of him, but hunch so you can lay against his chest. Your pelvis is tense, still filled with Vincent's softening cock and load of cum. Catching your breath, you trail kisses all over his collarbones and neck. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, you slowly pull up from him, thoroughly sore and ruined. Before he's even halfway out, his cum starts dripping down on himself, before emptying out completely when his dick pops out. "Fuck, that's hot." You whisper, eyes locked down. Vincent apparently agrees, because his breath hitches. You decide to be mean, and tease him a little. Maneuvering down his body, continuing the onslaught over his skin all the way down, you supply kitten licks over his sensitive flesh, cleaning him. After you feel he's sufficiently clean, you plop next to his sprawled form.

Your eyes feel so heavy. You trail your nails up and down the length of Vincent's back, and before you know it, you've slipped into a deep and comforting sleep.

 

You can see the sunlight even through your eyelids, and hear all kinds of birds and cicadas outside your tent. Giving a good stretch, one accompanied with many pops and soft groans from your mouth, you sit up and look to the side.

Nothing. That's startling, but not surprising. Damn, it would've been nice to at least get his details. But this is an encounter you won't soon forget, that being the best sex you've had in a while. Time to pack up camp and get back on the road, you guess.

It's early enough in the morning that the air isn't so stifling, and you gladly trump down the road in your truck with the windows down, allowing the breeze and Louisiana flora to grace your senses. You hope you'll be able to find a shop or something and ask directions. It's not the end of the world if you don't, but that means another night of camping in your tent. If every tent night ends like last night, you wouldn't mind sleeping in a tent for the rest of your life. You can't get him out of your head, and the vibrating from your old truck certainly doesn't help your moistening cunt. You spy a sign for a neighboring town, and push the gas just a little harder.