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burnyouwithacigarettelighter · 1 year ago

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sugar daddy cillian or robert fischer pls i beggg !!

THIS IS SO!!! had me sweatin writing this fr… also this got rly long by accident and i kinda underutilized the sugar daddy part, i apologize😓

warnings. daddy kink, anal sex, mildly dd/lg, au!cillian (divorced, again not to be disrespectful it’s just to be convenient)

“D’you like it?” Cillian asked, sneaking up behind you in front of the mirror and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You giggled, “You know I like anything you pick out for me, daddy.” He’d bought an expensive pink silky lingerie set for you, skimpy and revealing but with soft cream ruffles and strategically placed bows that made you look like a little angel — his little angel, he’d so often remind you — and you tried it on for him as soon as you got home.

He chuckled deeply, pressing kisses into the crook of your neck, “I know, I know… you’re a good girl like that, aren’t you? Always wantin’ t’please.”

You grinned sweetly, tilting your head to the side to allow further access to your neck as Cillian’s kissing and nipping grew rougher. “Only ‘cause you spoil me so much.”

Cillian’s grip tightened around you, making the seam of your ass press flush against his clothed cock, which you vaguely felt hardened and pulse at the feeling of your sweet ass. “Gotta spoil m’girl, don’t I? What kinda daddy would I be if I didn’t…” he hummed, trailing off as his hands seemed to form a consciousness of their own, sneaking into the waistband of your new panties.

His fingers seemed to graze everywhere but where you needed him most, kneading at the flesh of your ass, imprinting his fingernail marks into the skin of your hips— even fucking petting your mound, but not at all going lower.

“Please, daddy?” you begged with a whimper, your thighs clenching on instinct.

“I’ll only touch your other hole, angel. You’re not on anythin’ right now.” He chastised, pulling away from you completely and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“We could use a condom,” you insisted weakly, despite knowing his answer anyway.

“No,” Cillian shook his head, “you know daddy’ll only come raw.”

You pouted, taking gentle steps and sitting on your plush mattress beside him. Here was the crux of the matter: you ran out of your birth control a few weeks ago and couldn’t get your doctor to prescribe it again — y’know, just tedious medical bullshit — and with Cillian’s existing children, the divorce, your paid arrangement… let’s just say, it’d be the terrible cherry on top if he got you knocked up.

You hadn’t had his cock in you at all, and since running out of your pills it’d just been other stuff, like head or fingering or very, very rough nipple play— all good stuff, just not enough stuff. You wanted him to fill you up, stuff your cunt to the brim with his thick length, but he refused.

He did, however, offer up the alternative: anal, to which you shook your head and shuddered— you’d never done it before, and if your friends' experiences were anything to go by, you didn’t want to. They always said it was too harsh, that it hurt and he’d stretch your hole too painfully, that you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days after.

But by now… you were going stir fucking crazy. It felt like one long game of edging, ‘cept there wasn’t going to be an end ‘till you got back on birth control, which could be in months from now. You missed his delicious cock so much, the sweet curve that tickled your cervix just right, the veins that rubbed your walls like he’d stuck his tongue right in you…

You bit your lip, peering into his soft blue eyes, before sighing. “Okay… you can - put it in my other hole,” you whispered nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You didn’t miss the way Cillian brightened, how his body relaxed with relief at your long-awaited agreement. “Good girl,” he praised, pushing you onto your stomach lightly, petting your hair out of your face.

He then dragged your panties down slowly, hands splaying across your ass cheeks and humming satisfactorily at the wetness your cunt had been collecting. You were sopping, your sweet liquid smearing against your lips and dirtying your soft, supple thighs.

You flushed at his intense staring, pressing your face deeper into your baby pink sheets, feeling every bit the little girl Cillian told you you were, getting ready to be fucked in the ass in your overtly feminine bedroom. You heard him fumble with his jeans, before letting out a sharp gasp when two of his fingers dipped into your cunt, swirling around your hole for a pleasure-filled moment and then coating your puckered asshole with the juice.

“Don’t be scared, my sweet girl,” he soothed softly, lightly toying with the rim of your hole, a finger or two able to comfortably press in. “I’ll be gentle.”

Then, Cillian lined up his thick head with your hole, inhaling sharply as he pushed in. A pained whimper left your throat at the painful stretch, and he cooed, lightly spitting onto your ass to moisten the area up more. “So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned jiltedly, unable to keep in his audible pleasure despite the way you writhed.

You breathed in and out shakily, incredibly glad that Cillian had stopped for a moment to let your tense hole readjust to his thickness. You could see clearly how your friends’ protests were based in fact — but you could also feel that familiar heat building into your stomach, the insatiable little monster in you acting up ‘cause Cillian had you wrenched on his cock.

“Can I move?” He asked breathlessly a short bit later, cock swelling when your hole clenched at his words.

“Ah… uh-huh,” you responded weakly, spreading your legs more, as if it would help lessen the sting. It didn’t do much, other than spur Cillian’s hungry appetite more, but the effort was appreciated at least mentally.

“Fuck,” he cursed when he pulled out then slid back in, a measly few seconds interval between the two actions. It was so quick it made your head spin and your insides burn, but he noticed this rather quickly and massaged your hips with his fingers gently.

“I’m sorry, angel,” he apologized, “just need y’so bad. Haven’t had you in so long.”

You blinked blearily, shaking your head. “N-no, don’t be… I’ll… I’ll be a better angel for daddy.”

He smiled, pressing a wet kiss to your ass cheek, “Thank you, my sweet.” Then, he pulled out again - slower, thankfully - and then pressed back in. He gathered a good pace: not too fast, not too slow, and the pain that you’d felt taking you over scarily dripped away into a pleasure you’d never felt before.

His cock just felt so much bigger in your ass, and it was already plenty for your cunt. “God, I love your little holes,” he wheezed out, and your back arched, your first moan slipping out of you that night.

Cillian grinned. “Such cute noises, all for this cock in your tight ass.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but were cut off by your second sound: a wet mewl as his balls brushed past your puffy clit. Your head was swimming with these stranger sensations swirling all over your body, the weird, out of place knot stirring in your lower stomach from anal.

“Oh, baby, you’re so good for me,” Cillian praised, seemingly out of nowhere, but you didn’t have time to be confused when his thrusts got harder, a modicum of the pain you’d felt earlier returning as he forced his cock deeper within your ass.

You’d realize a little later what he meant, why he fucked you rougher so suddenly: your walls finally relaxed sround his length, pulsing every so often and feeling like it wanted him to have his way with you.

“Big,” you squeaked out, squirming and gripping your mattress for dear life. He rutted into you carnally, your ass bouncing with every needy push, jaw falling slack when the pads of his fingers cheekily found your clit, rubbing and pressing on it.

Your sticky, filthy orgasm was sneaky, hiding behind his groans or your shallow intakes of breath, and came out to surprise you when Cillian’s hips jutted right against yours, his cock deeper than he’d ever been in your cunt. Your cunt clenched around nothing, creaming on his balls as you choked out his name, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“You came on my cock in your ass,” he said, amazed and a hundred percent more turned on, sliding in and out of you hurriedly like if he didn’t climax as quickly as you you’d change your mind about anal and leave him in the dust.

After another loud moment of fucking, skin slapping on clammy skin, breathy whines falling from your lips, desperate growls out of his, you felt the familiar rush of warmth fill you — in your ass, this time, which was similar and completely different all at once. Like, you certainly felt full, but his load didn’t easily drip out of you like it would’ve in your cunt.

Cillian released a satisfied sigh, leading his softening cock out of your stretched out asshole delicately, telling you to breathe when his head had to exit and reawaken the terrible initial stretch.

You were face down into the mattress, ass up in the air directly in Cillian’s eye line, knees pried open, back arched— you were utterly, completely wrecked, fucked out beyond belief at the strange combination of pain and pleasure. Cillian leaned down slightly to suckle on your sensitive clit, the torturing tease, before leaning back slightly and frowning, because his come still didn’t spill out of your tight hole.

“Push f’me, my sweet girl, let daddy see himself drip out’a you,” he ordered huskily, spreading your ass cheeks wide with his large hands.

You pushed once, and sighed tiredly, feeling his come slowly slide out of your spent hole. It was wet, warm, and thick, coating your cunt’s outer lips lightly.

“That’s a good girl,” he patted the small of your back sweetly, then turned you over to your side to face him. “Now, baby, because you’ve been so good, what do you say about going to Paris? We’ll get those pretty red-bottoms for you, and the sweet Chanel dress too…”

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darlingsfandom · 1 year ago

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Do you write for Robert Fischer? If you do, can you please make a drabble about reader being sooiled rotten by them? And reader being a bit shy about it. Thanks!

I write for all of Cillians character !!

"What's the matter darling ? Do you not like the tennis bracelet?" Robert sat down next to you holding his glass of scotch.

"No, it's beautiful. I love it! Thank you." You gave him a soft smile and kissed his cheek. Robert took a sip of his scotch before he set it down and pulled you into his lap.

"You're beautiful!" He stroked your cheek gently while you tried to hide your face in his neck. Robert let out a chuckle as he pulled you back out. "Darling, why do you always get so shy when I complement you or buy you such pretty things? My pretty baby deserves nice things." His finger tips ran up and down your spine making you shiver while your cheeks burned red. "See? You're adorable!"

"I... I'm not use to being spoiled! First it was just flowers and chocolates but now it's perfume, jewelry that cost more than my car! I'm not used to it."

"Oh? You don't have a car anymore." Robert picked up his glass and took another drink.

"What? What do you mean I don't have a car?" Your eyebrows came together as you tried to get off his lap.

"Relax honey, all your stuff is in a box in your new car. I couldn't have you driving that old junker around. You have a new car that's much better." Robert took your hand, helped you off his lap and walked with you to the big window of his living room.

"Robert! You shouldn't have!" Your jaw hit the ground as a brand new cherry red love bug sat in the driveway. "This is way too much! We've only been going out for a year!"

"Hey now , I could've bought you a new apartment too, but maybe it's time you finally let down your guard and let me in!" Robert kissed the side of your neck as he stood there holding you while you looked out the window. "Why don't you move in with me?"

You swallowed the lump and wiped away your tears as he spun you around to look at him. Robert had a smile on his face as you smiled up at him and nodded. "Okay, yeah, I'll move in with you." You kissed him lovingly as he kissed you back with the same amount of passion.

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aphroditeslover11 · 1 year ago

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Cherry Lips

A few of the boys’ reactions to a reader who enjoys a bold red lip.

Moodboard pictures all sourced from Pinterest.

Neil Lewis

Every time that he sees you, you are always wearing some shade of red lipstick. At first it freaked him out a bit because he thought it was intimidating, that you would be unapproachable, but that all changed when he got to know you properly.

You’d have a conversation one day and he’d say that it reminded him of classic movie stars when red lips were all the range in the golden era of cinema. By chance it turned out that you got the idea to try it out from watching Marilyn Monroe in ‘Gentlemen Prefer Blondes’ and hadn’t looked back since.

You can be certain that he will ask you along to promotions when he does them for classic movies, dressing up together like a couple from a classic film noir.

Lenny Miller

When you first met him it was your lipstick that made a lasting impression, specifically on his shirt collar which he found days later when he realised that the stain hadn’t washed out. When you started to date each other he realised quickly that it was a part of your image that you never went without.

When you eventually starting going away together for weekends he became more acquainted with your makeup collection, he was the one that started treating you to ridiculously expensive lipstick that you could never otherwise afford, moving you away from the drugstore ones that you used to use. When you asked him why he just said that “If you’re going to make such a statement, then you might as well do it properly.”

Jonathon Crane

He may be just about as obsessed about your lipstick as you are. He loves how confident and sexy wearing it makes you feel, which in turn makes him feel powerful for having been able to claim you.

When you’re home alone together he will frequently ask you to kiss him, loving the way that the transfer mark makes him feel like he belongs to you. He’ll quite often go to work with a patchwork of lipstick marks across his collar bones. No-one else can see them but he knows that they’re there, it’s like he’s carrying around a little piece of you with him all day.

Robert Fischer

He loves the way that red lipstick looks on you, but he isn’t so much a fan of the more practical side of you wearing it. There have been many times at galas where you have absent-mindedly gone to kiss him, leaving him with a mark on his cheek that he has to awkwardly rush to the toilets to clean away before anyone sees it.

Whenever he travels he makes a joke of bringing you back a new shade of red, so you now have a very large and international collection.

His favourite thing about it though is how you light up as soon as you put it on every morning. It’s like you put on armour, ready to go into battle, and it reminds him that there is nothing that you cannot face together.

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lizbethborden · 1 year ago

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Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

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brightlight-dazzlingeyes · 2 years ago

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the french exit | chapter 04

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice is a lonely rich girl whose biggest fear is to become a lonely rich woman. ever since they moved to paris, her fiancé doesn’t seem to be interested in her anymore. so alice decides to find comfort in the arms of another man. warnings: cheating; angst; smut; i have never been to france; minors dni.

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Chapter 04 | Cherry

“I fall to pieces

when I'm with you,

I fall to pieces”

“Hello, chérie!” Rose and Robert McConnell, David’s parents, were visiting. Rose was wearing a red bonnet hat and a beige Celine trench coat. They were meeting at a tourist trap bistro that Rose loved. Alice and her fiancé arrived early, the bistro was filled with people, but there was a palpable sense of loneliness that hung in the air. The couple sat together, but their eyes were empty, their conversation forced. Even after the future in-laws sat together, the younger couple’s smiles were strained, as if they were struggling to find joy in the melancholic atmosphere.

“So… How’s life in Paris?” “How is the business doing?” Rose and Robert asked at the same time, respectively. David was playing with his food and didn’t bother looking up, Alice answered then.

“Life is good. Business is good.”

David giggled at that and every other eye at the table turned to him, who sat straight upon realizing he shifted the attention to himself.

“Everything is great.” He reassured his parents. “Now tell us about you guys, is this a second honeymoon or something?”

Rose and Robert looked at each with worried expressions.

“Something like that, yes.” Robert said, still looking at his wife.

Rose McConnell and Caroline Fischer have been best friends since they were 13. They have never lied or hid anything from one another. They raised their children together and when Alice and David inevitably fell in love, they planned a big spring wedding and a long line of grandchildren. They were over the moon when David finally proposed a few years later. So when Alice called her mother complaining about feeling lonely, Caroline would immediately call Rose to relay the gossip. The incessant complaints worried the two friends and they decided the best thing to do was to pay a visit to the young couple and assert just exactly how big the issue was.

“We’re worried about the two of you. You look so… So sad.” Rose said carefully. “What is happening, kids? I can barely recognize the two of you!”

Alice feels a chill down her spine and her mind hurries her to give an excuse. She remembers how she used to be. How they used to be. Young, in love and overly optimistic. They had the whole world and were ready to take it.

“It’s just…” She starts, stuttering. “It's France! Everybody is always either angry or sad here, or both. I guess we just need some time to get used to it.” David had an unreadable look on his face, he held out his hand in Alice's direction, who immediately took it. He kissed her hand and held it for the rest of the brunch.

“Yes, we’re having a hard time adapting to the culture. I didn’t want to admit it, it’s a bit embarrassing.” David spoke in a monotone voice.

“Nonsense!” Robert said, laughing. "That 's normal, son. But once everything is settled with the company, and after the wedding, you guys will go back home. Where you two belong.”

“I hope you didn’t come all the way here just for that.” David says to his father.

“Oh, no!” Rose laughs, feeling relieved already after believing Alice’s lie. “We are having a second honeymoon, yes! We’re going to Nice tomorrow, and then Monaco!”

The rest of the brunch went smoothly and Rose hugged both of them tightly before saying goodbye. David and Alice stayed at the bistro for a couple more drinks before deciding to go back home. Their shared apartment looked bigger and colder each passing day. Neither of them was spending much time there recently, it was almost like nobody actually lived there.

“So,” David says, throwing his coat on the couch. “You think we need some time to get used to France?” He’s smirking but his humor doesn't meet his eyes.

“What are you implying?” Alice feels angry, standing tall by the doorway in her Jimmy Choo heels and tightly holding her Hermès handbag, as if she’s ready to run away at any moment.

“We have to talk at some point, Alice.” David sits on the couch and taps the seat on his side, motioning for Alice to sit beside him. She refuses and continues to stand by the door. They’ve been like that for a couple of weeks. It’s hard to remember the last time they shared the same bed.

“I don't want to talk.” Tears start streaming down Alice’s eyes.

“So we continue to ignore what’s happening?” David had his hands on his face, his voice muffled, when he looks back at her, his face is red and he’s crying too.

“You heard your parents.” Alice feels her voice sounding like a little child. She cries harder at that. “Once everything is settled with the company, and after the wedding, we’ll go back home. And everything will be fine.”

“You’re in denial” David yells.

“You don't love me anymore?”

“Of course I love you! I just don’t know how to make you happy.” He’s still yelling and Alice drops to her knee in front of him, she holds his hand and looks deep into his eyes.

“Come home, David. Stay with me. Spend time with. That’s how you make me happy.” She’s desperate, Alice feels like she’s going crazy, begging him for something she’s not even sure she wants.

“Okay. Okay, love. Don't cry.” David kisses her forehead hoping to calm her down. They take deep breaths in each other's arms. “I’ll come home. I promise.”

He doesn't. He continues to spend his weekends and off days everywhere but home. They continue to avoid each other, only speaking when extremely necessary. So Alice went back to Kylian, as she got used to, and turned his bed into her personal oasis.

"Which one?”

Kylian shows her two different pairs of sneakers and Alice picks one. He’s dressing up to a marketing event for the club and the blonde woman lying in his bed watches him in admiration.

“You’re beautiful.” Alice says, smiling.

“Don't say things like that.” Kylian laughs, throwing a pillow at her. “You know I can't stay.” He goes to her on the bed and gives her a peck on the lips. “I’ll take care of you when I come home, I promise.”

He always kept his promises. Alice waited for him on the couch, watching some random tv show, and as soon as he walked in the door, late at night, he carried her to bed. Kylian got rid of their clothes before they reached the bedroom. He’s hard and Alice puts her hand on his member, feeling him, how big he is. She feels desperate to have him inside of her.

“With your other hand.” Kylian says, moaning.

“No, can’t. The ring is going to hurt you.”

“Then do it slowly. I want to see.”

The bedroom is being illuminated by the moonlight, making her diamond ring shine bright on her hand. As she touches him, her fingers become coated with his precum. They both admire the view. The sigh is filthy, obscene. It only makes them hornier, hungrier for each other. It doesn't take long and they’re kissing again, Kylian holds her in his lap and Alice guides his cock, having him where he belongs. Inside of her, fucking her.

“So deep.” She’s moaning incoherently.

“Yeah? Keep talking, baby.”

Kylian is focused, his eyes glued on where their bodies meet, his hands on her hips, pushing her into himself.

“You’re so big, Kyky. I feel so full.”

“You like it?” He kisses her neck, her ear. “Is my baby happy?”

“Yes. Yes.”

Their movements become faster, erratic.

“I want to…” Kylian closes his eyes, trying to focus. “I want to.” He doesn't know how to ask for what he really wants. “Alice, baby, you’re…” Mine. Mine. Mine. Is all he can think of. She hears it, somehow, she’s thinking about it too.

“You can do whatever you want.” Alice says in between kisses. “Whatever you want.”

Kylian bites her. Her lips, her neck, the side of her breasts. He turns her and she’s lying on her stomach. He enters her again and slaps her ass. He’s trying to mark her, trying to show her. Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Good girl. That 's right. You’re taking me so well.”

She’s on all fours and Kylian continues his mission, distributing love bites all over her back. She cums hard, her legs shaking. Kylian has to hold her up as he continues to fuck her. Alice tries to say something, but she can’t find the right words. Her brain and body feels like gelatin after her orgasm.

“What is it, baby?” Kylian pulled her closer, listening carefully. “Just ask me and I’ll give it to you. Anything."

“Cum on my face, please. Please.”

He has to hold back, stopping abruptly, not to cum right at that moment. Kylian grants her wish with great pleasure. Painting her beautiful face in white. Mine. Mine. Mine. The next day Alice wakes up with Kylian giving her soft kisses. From the bed, she looks out the window. Winter is dying outside and that realization worries her.

“The weather is changing.” She speaks, still half asleep. There’s something left unsaid. Spring is coming.

“We’re running out of time.” Kylian says and Alice feels like she’s been punched in the gut. He sees the pain in her face and looks worried at her. “What?” He gives a dry laugh, humorless. “You don’t expect me to continue this after you marry another man, do you?”

Alice takes a second to process what he said. Suddenly, she becomes enraged. She gets up, pointing a finger to his face.

“You…” She’s seeing red. “You don’t care about me, do you? Fuck! You never did.” She’s accusing him, even though she doesn't know exactly what crime he committed that she didn’t commit as well. “You’re just using me!”

“How can you say that?” Kylian sits up on the bed, not fully understanding what’s going on.

“You’re so… You’re so… Selfish! Fuck you, Kylian.”

“What the fuck. Don't talk to me like that. You don’t get to call me selfish. Everybody else in the world says that about me, but you can't. Not you. I was never selfish with you.”

They stare at each other in disbelief, both yelling.

“This was always some sort of kink to you.” Alice looks disgusted at him. “Some sort of twisted one sided competition that you created in your head and you actually think you’re winning.” She feels like her head is about to explode. She closes her eyes trying to collect herself.

“I'm winning.” Kylian yells harshly. “Look at where you are. I won already. And it’s not one sided, baby.”

“He doesn’t even know about you.” Alice whispers, crying.

Kylian takes a deep breath and stares at his phone, he’ll be late to practice if he doesn't get up soon. He doesn’t know what to do, or what caused the fight.

“I’m taking a shower.” He gets up, speaking softly now, no longer angry. He tries to touch her shoulder but she recoils. “We can talk when I come out.”

When Alice hears the water running she puts on her clothes and walks out. For a while that’s all she does, just walking and walking and walking. A couple hours later, when she’s tired and out of breath, she sits at a café. On her phone there’s a notification. Alice lights up a cigarette as she reads the messages.

k.mbappe you have been using me too this whole time it’s not just me don’t act like you’re better than me alice answer me you don’t get to just walk out like this answer me

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beyourselfchulanmaria · 1 year ago

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Sting: A Winter's Night... Live from Durham Cathedral

Track list: 01. Intro (Sting/A Winter's Night Concert) 02. The Snow It Melts The Soonest 03. Gabriel's Message 04. Soul Cake 05. There Is No Rose Of Such Virtue 06. Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming 07. Christmas At Sea 08. Now Winter Comes Slowly 09. Cold Song 10. The Burning Babe 11. Ghost Story 12. Team Spirit 13. The Hounds Of Winter 14. Cherry Tree Carol 15. Balulalow 16. Bethelehem Down 17. Coventry Carol 18. Lullaby For An Anxious Child 19. I Saw Three Ships 20. You Only Cross My Mind In Winter

Sting - vocals, lute, guitar Robert Sadin - musical director, conductor Lisa Fischer - vocals Laila Biali - vocals Jo Lawry - vocals Steven Santoro - vocals Dominic Miller - guitar David Mansfield - mandolin, various strung instruments Kathryn Tickell - fiddle, northumbrian smallpipes Peter Tickell - fiddle Vincent Segal - cello Ira Coleman - bass Julian Sutton - melodeon Mary Macmaster - harp Chris Gekker - trumpet Cyro Baptista - percussion Bashiri Johnson - percussion Rhani Krija - percussion

#sting #a winter's night #durham cathedral england #live

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justinspoliticalcorner · 7 months ago

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Isabela Dias at Mother Jones:

Earlier this week, the Biden administration officially announced a long-anticipated border crackdown. The executive action—which relies on the same presidential authority former President Donald Trump invoked to enact an entry ban on travelers from Muslim-majority countries—circumvents a key provision of US law: The legal right to seek asylum, regardless of where or how a person enters the country. Under Biden’s order, with narrow exceptions, only migrants coming to official ports of entry will qualify for asylum after encounters at the border reach a certain threshold. This may sound wonky. But it is in line with what Biden vowed to try to do as the November election approaches: shut down the border “right now.” And, still, not even a Democratic president gutting asylum has placated the anti-immigrant fearmongers on the right.

Even before Biden gave his speech about the new border proclamation, Republican Sen. Josh Hawley of Missouri was live on Fox News calling the measures “mass amnesty” for “illegals.” He was echoed by Stephen Miller, a former senior adviser to Donald Trump and president of the “lawfare” America First Legal group, who wasted no time cherry-picking sections of the executive order and sharing them without context to baselessly claim the new rule gives “fast-pass entry to unlimited numbers of fighting-age” migrants. “This border EO makes mass migration permanent,” Miller wrote on X. Not to be outdone, House Speaker Mike Johnson—who declared the now-defunct bipartisan senate border deal “dead on arrival”—called it “window dressing” and said President Biden is “allowing thousands of illegals to cross because he wants to turn them into voters.” None of this is true. The proclamation halts the entry of migrants between ports of entry when apprehensions at the border average 2,500 per day over the course of a week. The suspension can only be lifted 14 days after that number drops to a seven-day average of 1,500 daily encounters, meaning it would be in effect for at least 21 days. How could that not be considered a harsh enforcement measure?

Yes, the rule allows for exemptions for unaccompanied minors, victims of “severe form of trafficking,” as well as in some cases based on “operational considerations” and “urgent humanitarian” circumstances. And it doesn’t affect the processing of claims from asylum seekers through the CBP One cellphone application at ports of entry. But we are talking about a fundamental violation of asylum law and the Refugee Convention on the part of the Biden administration to appease right-wing anger over migration. “President Biden’s action sets a dangerous international precedent as a first-of-its-kind numerical cap on asylum,” Amy Fischer, director of refugee and migrant rights at Amnesty International USA, said in a statement, “limiting the number of people who can claim asylum in the United States.”

Plus, this is far from the first restriction. The Biden administration has already limited access to asylum with another ban known as “Circumvention of Lawful Pathways.” It created a “presumption of ineligibility” for asylum if migrants can’t show that they made an appointment on the flawed CBP One app to come to a port of entry, had previously sought and been denied protection in another country on their way to the United States, or qualified for narrow exceptions under “exceptionally compelling circumstances.”

President Joe Biden (D) gave everything the right-wing immigration restrictionists wanted, and it’s still not good enough for them, as they continue to whine about Biden giving out “mass amnesty” for undocumented immigrants.

#Joe Biden #Immigration #US/Mexico Border #Border Crisis #Biden Administration #Asylum

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jefferyryanlong · 1 year ago

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Infinite Pau Hana - December 6, 2023

Hour 1

Hope - Tage Siven, Okay Temiz, Tommy Koverhult, Maffy Falay, and Don Cherry Soul Fusion - Milt Jackson and the Monty Alexander Trio Moment of Joy - Chicano Batman Chains - William Fischer R.I.P. - Elephant's Memory One Rainy Wish - The Jimi Hendrix Hendrix Experience High Tide - Eddie Suzuki Maunalani Hale - Eddie Suzuki Waves - Harry Sonoda Tony - Tony Williams Norwegian Wood (live) - Herbie Mann

Hour 2

Tamalpais High (at About 3) - David Crosby The Inflated Tear - Rahsaan Roland Kirk That's How I Feel - Sun Ra We Are Starzz - Angel Bat Dawid D'Jorolen - Oumou Sangare and Bela Fleck Cycle - Joan Shelley Miss Sarajevo - Passengers Sing - Blur In My Room (live) - The Langley Schools Project Sparkplug Minuet - Mark Mothersbaugh Para O Sol - Misha Paniflov Sound Combo

Hour 3

I Ain't Gonna Stand for It - Stevie Wonder Rocksteady - Aretha Franklin Windy City Theme (Chi-Town Theme) - The Windy City Orchestra I Feel Love - Donna Summer Come to My Party - The Impressions Rock with You - Michael Jackson Touching in the Dark - Walter Jackson Also Sprach Zarathustra - Deodato A Minha Menina - Os Mutantes Love's a Real Thing - Super Eagles Tessassategn Eko - Bahta Gebre-Heywet Come on Home - Lijadu Sisters

KTUH - 90.1 FM Honolulu, 91.1 FM North Shore, ktuh.org

#playlists #infinitepauhana

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starwhoopsass · 2 years ago

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#starwhoopsass #Cherry Fischer #my ocs drawing #fire alpaca #digital drawing

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flowerb00yz · 1 year ago

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Again. Warning for vent.

Why does anyone want anything to do with me.

I don’t know what I’m supposed to do anymore. Death is tempting. It’s been tempting for months.

Do I annoy everyone?? Am I too pushy with Daniel? Does Colby actually like me, or am I delusional?? Am I good enough to be friends with someone like cherry?? Why does Fischer want anything to Do with me all of a sudden??..

Why should anyone like me. Am I good enough to talk to anyone.? Am I supposed to feel this way.? Do I just, stop existing.?. I don’t know what. To do. He’s getting out this summer. I can’t do it. I can’t. I know what that man has done. The headmistress contacted the authorities, they still haven’t done anything. The time is running out. My time is running out. I’m scared.

It’s so nice to see everyone find love but I just…what do I do..?? They want to go to Hogwarts too, one of them is already here— cherry wasn’t very pleased with how Cedric talked to me in the shop..nor was Mr. Weasley..I just- what am I to do.? I can’t just- tell them that’s how ALL of them talk to me…- I still need to provide. If I can’t do that, what more am I useful for.? I wish I were someone else. Anyone else. I don’t care. I’m just tired of being me. I’m tired of feeling dirty and broken like an old stuffed animal in the trash.

…Maybe a few wouldn’t be so bad, would they? My arms still sting. They haven’t noticed. The PROFESSORS haven’t noticed. Hopefully nobody sees this. It’s just journaling. I shouldn’t matter. Maybe I need a smoke. Or a drink. Or maybe I’m just delusional. Maybe I really am ‘begging for attention’. Maybe I asked for it. I don’t care, I need to apply for more jobs. More money, means I can provide more over the summer. It doesn’t matter if I run off of 5 minutes of sleep and caffeine. Nothing I do should matter. Nothing I have ever done, matters.

#basil sprootley #harry potter magic awakened #roleplay #harry potter #hpma #hpma oc #magic awakened #harry potter oc #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #year3

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stormofsharpthings · 2 years ago

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AO3 First Lines

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

Thank you for tagging me @samanthahirr and @thestalwartheart!

Saito stared at the bare spot on the display shelf where a tiny netsuke, an intricately sculpted figurine of a fish that fit comfortably in the palm of a hand, was missing. To Catch A Thief - Inception

Nomi crossed her arms and leaned back against the cabinet, watching the scowling Q Branch minions tap away at their keyboards outside of Q’s office. Trouble - James Bond 'verse

Robert Fischer woke up. Dawn - Inception

"Yeah, sorry, but…what exactly are we doing out here, darling?" It's the Great Pumpkin, Mr. Eames - Inception/co-written with @deinvatiwrites

Arthur had never been in the Peak District of England before, and he hadn't realized that it would be so…mountainous, despite the name. Cache - Inception

"A dart board? I ask for a gun and you give me little pointy throwing toys?" Bad Hare Day - James Bond 'verse

Arthur glared at the sobbing man huddled on the floor. Personal Demons - Inception (AELDWS)

009 set a reddish cocktail, served in a tall curvy glass and garnished with an overabundance of maraschino cherries and orange slices, on the table with a glare. Matters of Taste - James Bond 'verse

MI6 was quiet this late at night. A Midsummer Night's Mission - James Bond 'verse

Arthur paced around their bedroom, poking at his phone and scowling. With A Little Help From My Friends - Inception (AELDWS)

I think I'll throw a few friends under the bus in alphabetical order... @christinefromsherwood @deinvatiwrites @iamanonniemouse @soufflegirl91 and anyone else who would like to play along!

#first lines #tag game #ao3 #fanfic

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libertys-lovers · 2 years ago

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OOH okay wait, can i get a list of "Would kiss you on the forehead" and "Would get kissed on the forehead" for your goobers? This is vital information to me 👀 (also Licorice has to be "kisses you" i don't make the rules😤)

WHA-!?!

🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💕💖💞💗💗💓💘💖💖💗💝💞💝💕💞💗💗

Well… I guess a cheating answer is that all of them get kissed on the forehead, because smoochin’ their skulls is one of my favorite pastimes, yes indeed!

BUT… because you’re based… I’ll make a proper list too~

Just warning you tho… this is a long as hell post BEJKDKFKG

Kara - Gets Forehead Kisses: The married life has lead to MANY nights where I get to hold him in my arms and kiss his head mindlessly as he falls asleep… so-. But, even then, Kara’s not much of a forehead kisser; he much more prefers to kiss my hands!

Flug - Gives Forehead Kisses: Mainly because Flug prefers to be the one initiating affection, but also because it’s a quick & easy kiss to give when he’s busy!

Sniper - Gives Forehead Kisses: He’s real tall, so it’s kinda the easiest kiss for him to give. It’s also just nice for him to hold me & plant a soft kiss on the noggin sometimes.

Pauling - Gives Forehead Kisses: There’s not really like… some deeper reason on why she does it; it’s just one of the kisses she leans towards doing!

Lúcio - Gets Forehead Kisses: It’s a simple game we have; he’ll kiss my cheeks purely because he wants to be cute, and then I kiss him all over his face to get revenge 💖😈💖. I do this for just about everyone, but doing it to Lúcio is real fun just because of how much he giggles 🥰

Stein - Gets Forehead Kisses: This is… a strange one to put down. ‘Cause like, the man is HUGE compared to me?? What do you MEAN I’m the one to kiss his forehead? It’s not like he never kisses my forehead; he often does it when I’m busy and he’s passing by. But I love being able to levitate myself to his height and giving him a kiss back! And I love doing it… a l o t

Licorice - Gives Forehead Kisses: I guess you’re right… you don’t make the rules 🥰🤷‍♀️. Make no mistake, I smother this man in kisses… but he sure has an affinity for holding me close and kissing my forehead with blush painted on his face… only for him to deny that’s he’s blushing at all-

Cherry Blossom - Gives Forehead Kisses: Cherry Blossom is one of the few that enjoys mindlessly smooching their partners more than I do! She just adore kissing my face in general, really 🥺😭

Royal Margarine - Gets Forehead Kisses: He’s in a similar boat as Kara; by default, he prefers giving hand kisses or or peppering kisses up my arm. So, he gets more forehead kisses than he receives by default~

Rengoku - Gives Forehead Kisses: There’s no deeper reason for this outside of the fact he’s slightly taller than me; he just happens to give them more!

Hawks - Gets Forehead Kisses: Hawks is more of a cheek kisser than a forehead kisser, not to mention that I always let him cuddle into me and talk about his day when we have a private moment of peace, which is a prime way to attack his forehead 😈

Dororo - Gets Forehead Kisses: I get to pick him up like a little ragdoll, which works greatly in my favor for this, ha!

2-D - Gives Forehead Kisses: Mainly because of his height; it’s a lazy but intimate sort of kiss for him to give, which is PERFECT for him!

Gary Fischer - Gives Forehead Kisses: His height definitely plays a factor into it, but it just seems to be one of his default kisses to give anyway!

Sasha Nein - Gets Forehead Kisses: Another Stein situation. Like, this man is LITERALLY 2 feet taller than me. For most kisses I gotta levitate up to his face anyway… so I might as well spoil him if I’m up there!

Red - Gives Forehead Kisses: Mainly saying this cause like… his eyes are where his forehead should be, so it’s a lil difficult to kiss him there? But he’s tall enough to give them to me anyway so~!

Wally - Gets Forehead Kisses: Largely because of his height, but he also just enjoys the attention! He’ll always try to return the favor tho, with his own Wally brand of smooch (AKA he tries to put his mouth to my forehead & just makes a comedic “mwah” sound! Which is a canon thing he does! Ya love to hear it!)

Gamma 2 - Gives Forehead Kisses: Oh he ADORES giving these kisses… or, well, he enjoys face kissing in general. It just feels like a superhero move to him, kissing his partner in those cute but intimate ways. And also… once again, his height influences things as well BWKDKFK

#SLEP. You’re a sweetheart Slep. Never change.#Thank you so much man this genuinely made yesterday so much better 🥺😭#self ship #self shipper #self shipping #romantic f/o #🏩lavender lovers🏩

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