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hey, handsome! what about something with seungkwan and etl or frenemies with benefits?? i can see a lot of teasing and rage sex... honestly, i would love to be bratty with kwan, to push his buttons and make him put me in my place... if he's bad, i'd be worse :) what r your thoughts?? thank you in advance <3
â brag about it
oh lord i have never written for seungkwan or anyone besides uji rlly so uh. i hope this is okay. this was a nice break from all the other stuff im writing. i donât think i can truly write mean dom anyone without like the softest aftercare ever so. I hope this is an okay response. this is blond seungkwan suggested but I donât rlly describe him that much but just imagine heâs blond.
warnings: seungkwan is sooo mean ugh. ass slapping. pussy slapping. orgasm denial (reader). reader called seungkwan gay n it pissed him off (in good fun, not a derogatory way). rough sex. unprotected sex. cream pie. choking (kinda). kinda big dick seungkwan. dom-ish kwan. hair pulling. rough messy blow jobs. gagging. crying during sex from pleasure. crying after sex (from emotions). etl kinda w a very open ending. not that much aftercare but yolo.
âQuit running you fucking mouth.â Seungkwan hisses, his grip on your wrist tight as he pulls you into his bedroom. He doesnât spare you a single glance as he pushes you down onto his bed. You squeak softly, laughing in his face at his obvious anger towards you.
âIâm not wrong, am I though? You are kind of gay for Hansol.â You smirk, biting at you bottom lip as Seungkwan pulls his shirt over his head. He scoffs in disbelief, flipping you over on your stomach. His hand cracks down on your ass over the tight fabric of your jeans.
You gasp softly before it turns into a long, deeply satisfied moan. Seungkwan just scoffs, lifting your hips off the bed and pulling your jeans down over your ass. He rubs the soft skin with an unnatural tenderness. You turn your head to look at him, but another sharp crack halts the movement of your neck halfway.
âGay? Yeah, sure. Weâll see about that one, sweetheart.â He scoffs in disbelief. Seungkwanâs hand dips down into your underwear, fingers sliding over the tight muscle of your asshole before they dip down towards your entrance. âGod, youâre fucking soaked. Embarrassing.â He laughs at you, tone so sharp it elicits another moan in response.
You push your hips back against Seungkwanâs palm for more friction but he pulls his hand away. You whine softly. All he does is pull your jeans and underwear down further in one go, not quite off of you. You kick them off the rest of the way.
Seungkwan pops the button on his pants, pulling his cock out of its constraints and moving to stand closer to the headboard. âWhy donât we put your big fucking mouth to good use for once, hm?â He sneers, grabbing a fist full of your hair to pull your head up.
You bite your lip to silence a moan. Seungkwan catches you in the act, laughing softly in disbelief as his other hand grabs a hold of your face. His thumb pushes past your lips, against your teeth to force your mouth open, not like itâs much of a fight to begin with. You roll over onto your side, hands grabbing at the belt loops of his pants to pull him closer.
The hand in your hair lets go as he uses it to guide the tip of his cock to your lips. You open your mouth to say something, to tease him, but before you get the chance, his cock is already half way inside your mouth. Seungkwan bucks his hips forwards, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. His hands find your hair again, holding you down as your throat spasms around his tip.
âNot so smart now, are we?â He hisses, a satisfied groan slipping from his lips as his head falls back. He thrusts into your mouth, making you gag softly as tears start to fill your eyes. Seungkwan pouts at you mockingly. âWhat? Canât take my cock in your mouth today? Is it too much for you?â He coos, tone so soft itâs almost tender and genuine, but thereâs an edge to his voice that tells you heâs not sincere at all.
You nod the best you can with the restriction of your neck, sputtering softly around his cock. Spit drips from your bottom lip onto the sheets of Seungkwanâs bed. He tisks softly, slowly fucking your throat as he contemplates scolding you for making such a mess. You know he wonât though, because if thereâs one thing you know about Seungkwan and this weird not-quite-friends-yet-also-not-exactly-civil thing you two have going on, is that thereâs nothing he loves more than a messy blowjob.
Instead of scolding you, Seungkwan just forces your head down further on his cock, triggering your gag reflex. Instead of his normal course of action where heâd make you gag and then give you the grace of letting you breathe at least a little bit, he keeps his cock down your throat until you gag so violently heâs worried you might throw up if he keeps you there.
Seungkwan pulls his cock out of your mouth entirely. You whine, gasping for air and blinking away the tears in your eyes. He just laughs at you, climbing onto his bed. âOn your back.â Not bothering to take off his pants, he pushes them down to his knees. You roll over, struggling to pull your shirt over your head, but Seungkwan just looks at you with this deadpan stare and you stop fighting with the piece of clothing entirely.
âItâs not so hard to listen to me, is it?â Seungkwan pushes, settling in between your legs.
âYou didnât give me any directions.â You push back, spreading your legs farther apart. Seungkwan pushes your legs apart, delivering a taut slap directly against your pussy. Your hips lift off the bed ever so slightly, and Seungkwan is quick to force you back down.
âYâknow, I really wanted to take my time and prep you properly today, but youâre really pissing me off.â He bites, hand pressed into your thigh.
âEnlighten me, Kwannie. Itâs not like I need the prep anyway.â You laugh softly, wiggling your hips against the mattress.
âHm? âCause youâre that much of a slut that gagging on my dick has you soaked?â He asks, one hand wrapped lazily around his cock, coating it in your spit.
âNah, âcause youâre hardly anything to brag about.â You bite, tone almost bitter. You need him now.
Much to your liking, Seungkwan pushes himself all the way in, filling you to the brim with his cock in one quick movement. You donât even see it coming until heâs filling you completely. You gasp softly, the stretch of his cock very clear with the way your thighs shake softly as you adjust. You always need prep with Seungkwan. This is the one time you scold yourself internally for running your mouth around him.
âNot much to brag about huh? You can hardly take me, even with how wet you are.â He laughs, giving you a few seconds to settle into the feeling of his cock almost splitting you in half. Seungkwan pulls out a bit, before he thrusts back in, hard and deep. You gasp softly, tears resurfacing in your eyes at the pace he sets.
Itâs hard and fast; heâs ruthless. Seungkwan leans over you, hand delicately wrapping around your throat. He doesnât squeeze, doesnât make any effort to choke you quite yet. All he does is lean down and kiss you. Itâs hungry, all teeth and spit and tongue. It would be too messy for him in normal circumstances, but nothing about this is normal.
His cock jack hammers against that spot inside of you, forcing the air out of your lungs as you let out a long, unsteady moan. Itâs then that Seungkwan takes his chance to tighten his grip on your neck, fingers digging into the sides to create a pressure so good it has you seeing stars in seconds.
In no time, you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. You mumble out a warning to Seungkwan, not even fully aware of what youâre saying yourself.
Just like that, the tightness is gone. Seungkwan releases his grip on your throat and pulls out of you completely. âNo, no, no, fuck!â You whine, the tears in your eyes now falling down your cheeks. âI was so close, you fucking asshole.â You hiss, but thereâs no real malice behind any of it. Youâre too fucked out to mean it. Seungkwan laughs at you, and it starts to infuriate you.
âYou donât get to cum yet. I donât think youâve really learned your lesson quite yet.â His eyes narrow, obviously displeased with the way youâre speaking to him. Before you have time to fight him on the subject, he slides back in, tip kissing your cervix softly.
He goes back to his brutal pace immediately, spares choking you for now as he watches the way your expression changes from slight anger to being immediately fucked out. He lifts one of your ankles over his shoulder, changing the angle to hit deeper. You babble incoherently in between moans that sound straight out of a shitty 90sâ porno. Seungkwan bites his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning in response to you.
âYou gonna stop being such a pain in my ass all the time?â Seungkwan asks, hand gripping your thigh. You grab at the material of your shirt, pulling it up your torso. You nod, unable to form coherent words. âAnswer me with words.â He snaps his hips harder, just to make the task that much more difficult.
âY-yes, fuck.â You whine, voice hardly above a whisper.
âYou gonna start behaving in front of my friends?â He asks. As you start to speak again, he delivers another slap to your clit, though he keeps his hand there, rubbing tight circles over the swollen bud.
âMm, fuck, yeah.â You gasp.
âWhat was that? I didnât hear a yes.â His thumb flicks over the nerve, making your whole body jerk.
âYes, fuck, yes, Iâll behave.â You mewl, eyes rolling back into your head.
âGood.â Is all he offers, cock hammering into you, nudging the spot inside of you with such force your thighs start to shake, threatening to close from their spread state.
âClose.â You manage to get out in one solid syllable. The hand on your thigh moves back to your throat, squeezing with just enough pressure to make every other sense heightened.
âCum for me, sweetheart.â Seungkwan nearly purrs. Just like that, the building pressure overflows so suddenly that your whole body thrashes with the force of your orgasm. You tighten impossibly around him, sucking his cock in and making it impossible for him to move. Your cum coats his cock, and thatâs all he needs.
Seungkwan cums inside of you, a stifled groan against your neck as his pillowy lips mouth at the skin there. He drops his weight on top of you, exhaling deeply as the last of his cum fills you up.
Nothing but the sound of laboured breathing fills his bedroom as the two of you come down from your highs. And then, quietly, a small sniff. Seungkwan almost misses it, misses the way your hands hesitate to find their spot in his hair, or the wetness on your cheeks that wasnât there before.
Still deep in his post orgasm bliss, he can hardly pay attention to you, but thereâs just enough clarity that he notices how stiff your body is, and then a few seconds later, he registers the fact that youâre crying. Seungkwan pushes himself off of you, quickly pulling his boxers back over his softening cock and kicking his pants off. Wordlessly, he lays down beside you, pulling your head to his chest as he carefully strokes your hair.
âTalk to me, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â He asks carefully, scared to shatter your resolve completely.
âDo you actually think Iâm a slut? Or that Iâm annoying?â You ask, voice shaky and quiet, hardly above a whisper.
âWhat? Did I say that?â You nod, a shaky hand attempting to wipe at your tears. âNo, of course not. It was just a heat of the moment thing, Y/N.â He stops himself from adding more to that statement, suddenly aware of just how harsh he can be. Seungkwanâs hand carefully strokes your hair.
ââKay.â You mutter softly, breaths getting deeper as you start to give into your fatigue.
âIâll lay off on the degradation. I guess we need to sit down and talk about this.â Seungkwan sighs softly, suddenly feeling guilty. He knows you love it when heâs mean, but maybe the personal attacks are too much.
âLater, âm sleepy.â You mumble. Seungkwan kisses the top of your head, eyes staring blankly at his wall.
âLater, then.â He agrees quietly. You crane your neck up to look at him through half lidded eyes. Seungkwan doesnât even think about it, he just leans down and kisses you.
Itâs so incredibly tender and soft, the way his hand finds your jaw and strokes it softly with his thumb. Youâre not together, and maybe the tears that slip down your cheeks at the simple action of a tender kiss is enough of a sign that you should put a stop to whatever this is between you and Seungkwan. Later, though, as you both said.
Seungkwan feels the salt of your tears on his lips, and he pulls away from the kiss to hold you. âIâve got you, sweetheart. Shh, Iâve got you.â He coos, fingers tangling in your hair, and you get this gut feeling that itâs all fine.
Maybe Boo Seungkwan is something to brag about.
#seventeen x reader#seventeen x y/n#seventeen x you#seventeen x carat#boo seungkwan x reader#boo seungkwan x you#boo seungkwan x y/n#seungkwan x reader#seungkwan x you#seungkwan x y/n#boo seungkwan smut#seungkwan smut
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how did your quick prediction before the last few pages turn out? đđ
I HAD A SLIGHT HUNCH AND I WAS RIGHT BUT I STILL ENDED UP SCREAMING AND CRYING
#spoilers for tpw:#I mean the only way for it to end is for Rin to die.#as I was nearing the end I knew she couldn't be placed in any place of legal power#because that's not RIN. she's not a ruler; she's a soldier. a weapon.#and in the last quarter or so I was thinking that I wouldn't put it past Kuang to kill Rin.#I am so very satisfied with the ending though#like don't get me wrong it's not a HAPPY ending not for anyone#it hurt. it really fucking hurt.#but it was the only way to end a trilogy like that and a character like that#don't get me wrong I would have loved for a character like rin to get absolution and peace at the end of everything.#but this isn't that kind of story.#and I think with all of her destruction - like this girl is 21 and has committed genocide.#the blood of hundreds of thousands on her hand(s)#and she showed no remorse. like the book said she would have razed the world to keep her semblance of peace#she's doomed by the narrative#she's been dead since the beginning#there is no other way this story ends#a war orphan beaten and ridiculed who clawed her way to power who stank of addiction to keep herself sane with a god that threatened#to break her psyche screeching in her mind as she burned people and cities and COUNTRIES to ash and brittle like they were paper.#gosh I can write a paper on her character. it has been so long since a book has made me want to write an essay.#ANYWAYS I'm getting off track lollz what was your question?#oh yes the ending was excruciating but also so liberating I want to drink warm cider and stare deeply into the abyss#and let the finale swallow me whole#tldr I kinda suspected it but the way it was executed was everything. so good. what a fitting ending.#answered asks
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I'll give them shelter like you've done for me
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#jujutsu kaisen fanart#megumi fushiguro#yuji itadori#itafushi#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jjk leaks#jjk art#fushiguro tsumiki#took all afternoon but we wrangled the colours in2 submission#it was looking very green and kind of muddy#so i toned down the saturation in a bunch of places pulled in a lot more grey#kept a lot of the shadows Hard#i think it works#not sure it's the absolute best it cld be but i am Satisfied with it#overall i ws just kind of worried that it was looking rly similar to past pieces colour-wise#i think it kind of still Is but not as much as it would have been had i not made those edits#anyway. emo hours#ive been listening to jubyphonic's piano arr of shelter and thinking abt megumi#thinking abt him growing up n looking back on himself n seeing himself in tht lonely little boy#'it's a long way forward so trust in me' smth smth finding the strength to guide that kid forward even though both of u are scared#bc at the end of the day u Are still that kid#inner child stuff usually doesnt resonate much with me bc i don't like who i was/am/whatever this aint abt me#but in regards to megumi????? OW#in lighter news i remembered at the absolute last minute to lob off the top of yuuji's ear#bc that injury at least i think he keeps ghfssdfhfgsj
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One of my biggest pet peeves is the assumption that something has to be sad for it to be tragic.
I've always been a big believer of the 'Apollo has an awful love life'/'Apollo is plain unlucky with love' line of thinking but it does bother me that the general reasoning for that statement is given to the concept of 'Apollo is somehow undesireable and thus rejected' (Cassandra/Daphne/Marpessa) or 'his lovers die young and thus their love is unfulfilled' (Cyparissus/Hyacinthus/Coronis). I personally think that's a very unfortunate way of looking at things - not only because it neglects the many perfectly cordial entanglements and affairs Apollo has had, both mortal and divine - but because it presents a very shallow interpretation of the concepts of love and loss and how loss affects people.
Apollo can still grieve lovers that have a long, healthy life. The inherent tragedy of an immortal who knows his lovers and children will die and cannot stop it does not stop being tragic simply because those lovers and children live long, fulfilled lives. The inherent tragedy of loss does not stop being tragic simply because someone knows better than to mourn something that was always going to end.
What is tragic is not that Apollo loves and loses but that loss itself follows him. Apollo does not love with the distance of an immortal, he does not have affairs and then leaves never to listen to their prayers again. He does not have offspring and then abandon them to their trials only to appear when it is time to lead them to their destinies. He raises his young, he protects the mothers of his children, he blesses the households that have his favour and multiplies their flocks that they may never go hungry. He educates his sons, he adorns his daughters and even in wrath he is quick to come to his senses and regret the punishments he doles out.
Apollo loves. And like mortals, there will always be some part of him that wishes to protect the objects of his affections. Apollo, however, is also an emissary of Fate. He knows that the fate of all mortal things is death. He knows that to love a mortal is to accept that eventually he will have to bury them. There is no illusion of forever, there is no fantasy where he fights against the nature of living things and shields his beloveds from death. Apollo loves and because of that love, he also accepts.
And that, while beautiful, is also tragic.
#ginger rambles#ginger chats about greek myths#greek mythology#apollo#Listen man#I think there's something extremely beautiful about Apollo's affairs#Yes I know that Ares also loves and cares for his daughters but this isn't about him#There's just something about the way that Apollo put his all into it every single time#To the point that even when he does know better he still fights because of the strength of his love#The Iliad to me will always be a love story#Yes Achilles' wrath is said to come from his overwhelming feelings towards Patroclus#but what Achilles does has nothing to do with grief or love#By the end of everything Achilles forsook that love which ought to have defined his actions based on what he was saying#and warped it into a weapon meant to satisfy the void left by his loss#Apollo though - I am always taken aback by the sheer weight of his love#towards not only Hektor but towards all of Troy in the Iliad#And how he is very careful to balance that love and all the ways he wishes he could fight against their inevitably end#with his duties as one who is both aware of the impending end and whose position in the war#has put him in opposition with his elders#That delicate balance between a love so powerful that he is willing to take on the full weight of Athena and Hera's wrath#and an understanding that the battle he fights is not for victory but simply because for love's sake#How could you not think of that as beautiful and awesome and so achingly tragic#I feel the same about both Asclepius' and Actaeon's deaths#Apollo loved BOTH of his sons - Asclepius and Aristaeus - so so SO much#He was so incredibly proud of them both and delighted immensely in the both of their victories and talents#And so when Asclepius dies and it is by his own father's hand - I have always found his act of wrath so fascinating#Honestly this could be its own separate post - but the fact that Apollo does not beg Zeus to reconsider or to bring Asclepius back#when Apollo has made cases for lenience on things like that before speaks of a level of understanding from Apollo that Asclepius was always#going to die because of his pushing of the boundary between life and death#so he doesn't bother trying to reason with Zeus or plea his grief - instead going directly to destroying something important to Zeus
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When youâre switching from the anime to the manga of a series and the pick up chapter is the start of a fresh volume:
#Squiggily rambles#Iâm reading wind breaker now#officially caught up manga wise what the anime covered#the chapter following is the start of Vol. 6#and I am so happy-#usually the pick up chapter is either halfway through a vol or at the very end#this though?#this is so satisfying
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Read Lonely Castle in the Mirror and I am an absolute emotional wreck. God, it's been a while since a story managed to cause me cry this much and just lie down and stare at the ceiling thinking about it.
10/10 for the psychological damage inflicted upon me.
#lonely castle in the mirror#i am not completely satisfied with the ending and wished we saw more of how the rest of the cast fared#and personally i wasn't that much of a fan of the final plot twist even though it made complete sense and very much foreshadowed#but it's the way the characters were crafted and how incredibly human and real and relatable and grounded they were#their inner conflicts and psychology and problems were just *chefs kiss*#so incredibly well written it drew me right in and also many scenes very much directly called me out#i will definitely buy the physical copies sometime later
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2024 reads / storygraph
Calling of Light
final book in the Shamanborn trilogy
about a young woman training to be a royal spy who discovered she had powers after bringing her best friend back to life
now, as the new kingâs new shadow, must finally find a way to stop the Soulless, save her best friend from a magical rot, and stop the ever-encroaching dead forest
elemental & spirit magic
bi MC, no romance
read an arc from netgalley (but itâs since released)
#calling of light#forest of souls#lori m. lee#aroaessidhe 2024 reads#no romance#A solid end to the trilogy! I did find that it solved everything quite quickly#. - i thought i was maybe approaching half way then checked and it was 80% lol... I think thatâs just it being YA#Itâs more wrapping up the plot from the previous two books than anything else. I definitely had forgotten the intricacies of the politics a#- but the focus of this series is definitely on the MCâs journey and her relationships with others anyway.#Really all I wanted for this book was for it to continue to have no romance! So I am satisfied in that regard!#endlessly amused over reviews (for all the books) referring to the two dudes as the love interests. for who?#just bc theyâre men of a similar age to the MC????#I thought the amount of times they were referred to pointedly as Friend and Family was overdone but apparently not djfghfd#also - there's a light implication that the two dudes would marry each OTHER for political reasons.#(though probably not actually bc heirs etc dfghkjfdgh) (I'm very amused about it all anyway.)#I did switch from the arc to the finished copy when it showed up available on libby
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Nancy Drew being over still feels so weird idk if it still hasn't fully sunk in or if I'm just doing better than I thought I would or maybe-
#it had to have helped we knew#like after l&co was canceled i was so miserable fkslfosl#it also helps that the ending was very satisfying#it's just disappointing we'll never see nace dating#but then i think about how 3 of the otps ive had for 5+ years never even kissed so like#comparatively it's still a win#and with all this being said i still randomly cry like IM NEVER SEEING THEM AGAIN#but overall#not doing as bad as i thought?!?!#i have to be careful how much i think about it too though because that is when i start to feel disappointed#so i'll probably have to wait a while to rewatch#ANYWAY#am i still typing#flythepost
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not to be dramatic but I literally feel like Iâm going insane lol
#first of all I must acknowledge the percy of it all. I donât know how many of you are reading those posts and honestly Iâm not conveying#how I feel very well but Iâm so deadly serious when I say I feel sick when I think about those books and not even in a bad way necessarily#just nauseous whatever. second most pressing issue is the whole âam I going to drop out transfer suck it up or kill myselfâ#okay Iâm really not considering that last one I have to live to see dani in july but I havenât the slightest clue what Iâm gonna do next#year. on one hand I hope this school explodes on the other transferring sounds so unfun but back to the first hand I hate this city#and I hope it explodes to and I have nobody I know to live with off campus next year and tbh I would rather die than live w sarah suitemate#which brings us to sarah suitemate. how in the hell is my only friend in this god forsaken city like kind of subtly homophobic#In addition to kind of being a bad fucking person. like lol! yes ladies six months deep with no other friends and I Am that desperate#also itâs the very beginning of the quarter and I kind of hate all my classes. okay I know they just started and itâs very early to judge#but I already feel like Iâm going crazy I preferred my other two quarters where I was eating literally 12 credits I was satisfied with that#Iâm just scared and lonely can I say that outright is it embarrassing to admit that outright at 11am on tumblr#the only thing that gives me comfort genuinely is just repeating that âeverything works out in the endâ saying bc I really do believe that#even though I hope my closest friend within a reasonable radius of me drops dead and Iâm directionless and I want to kill myself#whenever I think about the book Iâm reading it will all be okay#anyways time to eat the pastry I got from the campus market is not a good time to tell you guys I didnât eat breakfast or could you tell#carmen.txt
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*⧠â FEBRUARY 2023 WRAP UP
not much to add other than that the number of rereads is more than a third of my reading this month, which really surprised me bc it didnât feel like it. the new stuff i read was quite goodânothing under a three star, which is great! oh, yeah, and ofc fuck jkr (read the books in preparation for a childrenâs & ya lit course. has not paid off yet, even though the books were on the general syllabus. not much else to say on the topic; i think we all know the good and the bad this series has to offer lol.)
2023 goal:Â 40/100 books
as alway, feel free to drop book recs, questions, or opinions in my inbox; i am always happy to talk to you about books!
* â> newly added to my favorites shelf
follow my goodreads | follow my storygraph | previous wrap ups
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The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White | 4.5â
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Elektra by Jennifer Saint | 3.25â
Dig. by A.S. King | 4.75â
* The Razor's Edge by W. Somerset Maugham | 5â
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Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys | 3.75â
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The Hidden Face of Eve by Nawal El Saadawi | no rating
The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak | 3.75â
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Agnes Grey by Anne BrontĂ« | 4.25â
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The Book of the Most Precious Substance by Sara Gran | 4â
The Last Tale of the Flower Bride by Roshani Chokshi | 4.75â
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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling | no rating
Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling | no rating
Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler | 4.5â
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Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by J.K. Rowling | no rating
Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia | 4.5â
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern | 5â
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#wrap up#goodreads#book recs#mish reads#the storygraph#funny thing about rereading hp after +10 years was that as an adult i am now even more intrigued by and interested with everything 'before'#as a kid i was already very fascinated with the 'adult characters' and the order stuff and everything to do with the marauders era#but now as an adult even more so#i am a sucker for complex and nuanced/complicated friendship dynamics and the marauders and friends just really offer that#the love the betrayal the angstâtruly such potential#not that i'd ever want jkr to do anything with that but MY BRAIN is doing stuff with it. it's headcanon food.#anyway enough of that#razor's edge was SO GOOD!!!#another fav classic for the collection lol#very slow and philosophical and character-drivenâso exactly my cup of tea#and the last tale of the flower bride was a great book to end the month on!!!#my tnc reread is probably what i enjoyed the most this month though. simply bc it was relaxing yet so very satisfying.........#maybe i'll reread tss soon(-ish)
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do you mind if i ramble in the tags about my weird relationship with making art in fandom for a second
#as someone who is studying art as a career one thing i have realized and also been explicitly told by various teachers#is the fact that having a 'consistent' art style is so overvalued sometimes that it ends up limiting you as an artist#literally i'd say 99 percent of the stuff we do in uni doesn't require consistency. it's actually valued when there isn't one#after all it is about learning and honing skills isn't it#so it has kind of put my personal conflicts in a different perspective#because before i started this degree i used to struggle so much with creation in non-academic spaces (which is pretty ironic. i know)#because the ppl and art i admired was mostly composed of art in fandom spaces#and the most appreciated artists in these spaces tend to be the ones who have a nice defined unique style#which isn't bad. i actually do still wish i could reach something like that#but it made me not want to create as much as i desired because i felt 'inconsistent' and i took that as a negative quality in my art#and it was so frustrating because nothing i tried seemed to 'stick'#which was also due to the fact that none of the varyingly different styles of drawings i posted seemed to reach many people#and yes i have heard time and again the whole schpiel of 'creating for yourself is better and quantity of likes/notes shouldn't mean as muc#to you as long as you're satisfied with your art blah blah blah'â c'mon. we all want our creations to be admired i'm tired of pretending#like i don't. i put it out there for a reason and it is for people to at least acknowledge it. it's the point of fandom. it's community#it's interaction. or at least it should be. that's another conversation though#so anyways since i started uni some time ago this frustration has been receding but it's very much still present#even more so when i get excited about doing/drawing something and then halfway through i get that pull in my chest of like. i'm actually#starting to hate it bc i can't reach what i want to#and so there's this disconnect that happens because i have many ideas and desires to create but i feel (even if it might not be true)#that i don't have the skillset to meet those ideas#which literally happens to almost if not everyone i know i'm not alone in this. it still sucks though#so i end up with about a dozen unfinished works monthly bc i start it/i reach halfway and hate it/i look at art and get inspired bc artists#in fandom are SO talented/i go back to it/i still can't reach the skill level i desperately want/i abandon it indefinitely#it's a horrible cycle that i really haven't been able to escape lately#it's also worse when you're at a time in your life when you don't actually have the opportunity or the time to try to achieve consistency#because you really just physically don't have the time to practice. which is the number one advice every good artist will give you#i am running out of tags but the point is. i hope we stop subconsciously putting consistent art styles in a higher pedestal bc it can be#very stressful for artists who struggle to find that in their creation#art related
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Incoming personal thoughts
Move on pls
now that Iâm no longer on medication for my adhd and honestly managing and coping well I remember how much my âgrounding actionsâ (stomping my foot to clear my mind of unnecessary thoughts, slamming my fists on a surface to bring me back to reality, sighing or clapping) or like my attempts to refocus were negatively viewed always and so it always feels like the people around me view me negatively and so I was constantly masking which left me frustrated and so exhausted cause I constantly have to manage my actions instead of being in the moment
#Iâm really tired of feeling like everyone views me negatively all the time#it makes me feel like nothing I do is good enough which leaves me with two options#either I mask again and end up in an indefinite psych hold or#I stay isolated for the rest of my life since it constantly feels like I wonât ever have satisfying close connections#admittedly I am jealous of ânormal peopleâ because they are able to have close connection with no problems#but I digress#I am just not built for them so instead of completely redesigning into someone Iâm not and be unhappy#I can be happy albeit alone#and not framing it as being unloveable or anything but I think Iâm just too much for people and even though itâs common to hear that youâll#find your people or more cringey âsoul tribeâ I find that Iâm even too much for 99 percent of the population#since my most banal actions seem to carry such negative connotations#then I have to explain.. âno Iâm not upset or anything my brain was attempting to recall the song I made up to help#me remember my library card number while you were talking and I have to stomp to refocus on what your sayingâ#and itâs very very tiring
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AITA for going no contact with my brother after he pulled a scare on my husband?
EDIT: For those of you coming here from my brotherâs post (X) to shit on me, you look like idiots. Try to have an original thought and really contemplate whoâs telling the truth after hearing both sides.
I (32f) am one of three siblings. We come from a very well off family. My dad is a former Cryptid and he pioneered the Hook Man in the 70s, so he still gets residuals off of that. We grew up very comfortable and with the ability to do anything we wanted in life. My older brother went to a very prestigious school and my dad gave him the money for tuition. Because my older brother got scholarships, he was able to save some of that money. Right now he works in human tech (very lucrative), but his long-term plan is to use the money to start a Cyber Spook business once he is satisfied with his knowledge foundation.
I ended up taking a gap year before going to community college, but I never felt anything click. I worked part-time jobs spinning out scarer costumes and even did some part-time work as a slasher before deciding it wasnât for me. I finally found my calling when I offered to help cater for my high school reunion, and now I run a fairly successful catering business.
When it came time for my younger brother, âSteve,â to get his money, he didnât tell anyone what he was going to use it for. He was working as a Slasher at a small firm in town. We all assumed heâd either go to Scare School or invest the money to start a business like our older brother did.
So when Steve showed up to Halloween dinner one day, six feet taller with extra joints in his arms and legs, we were all shocked.
Dad was furious. He gave us all the same talk about the scare industry when we got our first part-time jobs documenting missions at his company. He told us that scare work was hard and backbreaking. We couldnât buy our way into it or use his connections to become successful. If we were interested in it, we had to work our way up from the ground like he did. If we didnât, weâd more than likely end up dead at the hands of a final girl.
He especially emphasized that mods had to be considered carefully and were NOT a substitute for skill.
Steve thought they were. When his company didnât pay him back for his body modification AND didnât promote him from Slasher to Regional Nightmare, he quit. But the surgeries drained his cash and he couldnât afford his apartment anymore. He had to move back in with Mom and Dad. As always, Mom totally coddled him. She said that he didnât have to pay rent and agreed with whatever he said when heâd go on these long tirades about his former company.
I could tell Dad wasnât happy with the arrangement, but heâs never been able to go against Mom. So he mostly kept his mouth shut though he did try to get Steve a job at his old company. However, last I heard, Steve was set against anything corporate and was spending a dozen hours a day driving around using the app SlashDash to find jobs.
About a year and a half ago, I was over for dinner with Steve, Mom and Dad. Steve was talking about work. He said SlashDash wasnât working out for him and was taking too many fees out. I offered advice since Iâd done Slashing in high school. I recommended sites like Scarework and Midnighterr to get more gigs.
Mom told me I interrupted Steve. She gestured for him to continue and tell me about his exciting new setup.
Steve told me he was beyond the sites I recommended. He said heâd bought a scanner so he could listen to broadcasts of active corporate missions. When those fail, he arrives on scene to kill any straggling humans before the scare company in question can send a cleanup crew. And since heâs a Slasher on their scene, they have to give him emergency pay for doing it. Itâs a total ambulance-chaser, bottom-feeder move.
Dad was just staring at his plate, not saying anything, but I could tell he was ashamed of Steve. Steve was bragging about being a vulture in the profession Dad helped build.
I asked Steve if he was proud of himself for living off of leftovers. Steve blew up at me, but so did Mom. She chided me for not respecting my brotherâs hard work and that his idea to get a scanner was genius, not predatory.
After that dinner, Steve and I rarely talked. Most of the news I got about him came from our older brother bitching about Steve badgering him for scare connections or Mom bragging about Steve killing and âmeeting quota.â She would get very cold with me when I told her he was finishing a quota someone else started and not doing his own work. She told me if I couldnât respect Steve, then I was welcome to not come over while he lived with her.
(Yes, Steveâs always been the golden child.)
I stopped interfering with Steve and focused on my own life. Shortly after, I met my wonderful fiancĂ© âReginaldâ while catering an event at Dadâs old company. Reginald is the head of sanitation and heâs the one who gets sent out to clean up any unexpected events during a Scare (like any magical residue or body parts that canât be explained away through human means). He used to want to be a Cryptid, but heâs got a heart condition that prevents him from working in the field. He says that heâs happy being the âjanitorâ and happier being with me đ
Reginald and I got engaged after only eight months of dating. Dad always says that when you know, you know. I invited everyone in my family to an engagement party. Steve didnât bother answering the invitation. Even though Steve and I werenât on good terms, I was still hurt when he didnât show.
When I confronted him about it afterwards, he said that heâd been promoted to Regional Nightmare and he was patrolling his territory, and thatâs why he couldnât come. I asked him what company he was working for, and he said he was still using the scanner.
I pointed out that he couldnât be a Regional Nightmare without a state license since only the state can assign territories. He started going on and on about being his own âMonsterâ (and let me tell you, extra joints DOESNâT make you a Monster, those guys are way more committed) and that he had passed the state exam.
When I told Reginald about my brother calling himself a Regional Nightmare, he was concerned. He works closely with the legal department, and he said that Steve is opening himself up to lawsuits by declaring public slashing grounds as his âterritory.â He offered to talk to Steve.
We went over to Mom and Dadâs house together to confront him. Dad didnât know he was calling himself a Regional Nightmare and he went pale when I told them why we were there. Reginald explained to Steve and Mom that being certified was different than being licensed. Legally, Steve is a Slasher even if he can control shadows now (which is a VERY expensive talent to acquire if you arenât born with it. I think Mom may have paid for it).
The conversation didnât go well. Steve said a lot of nasty things about Reginald not hacking it as Slasher and claimed he was just jealous. He picked on Reginaldâs health which I had me seeing red. I asked Steve what there was to be jealous of since he still mooches off of our parents? Mom got involved and it went downhill from there.
All this to say that I didnât expect Steve to show up at my gender reveal party less than 5 months later.
Reginald and I werenât planning on kids this early, but we knew it was meant to be as soon as I got that pregnancy test back. We decided to put off our wedding so that our baby can be part of the ceremony that makes us a family. That being said, I did still have a lot of things ordered for the wedding so I turned the day into a baby shower/gender reveal instead.
That brings us to the party my lovely brother wrote about. First of all, he wasnât invited by me. Mom invited him, and when I found out, I wasnât happy with her, considering he never apologized to Reginald after our last fight.
Reginald was stuck at work (some idiot brought together a whole summer camp of final girls and the aftermath was brutal) so I had to force myself to be a good hostess. It was mostly fine. We have good friends and my older brother was very kind in helping me with some of the baby games we were planning to play when Reginald finally got there.
Steve, however, was NOT helpful.
He was annoying the whole time. He messed with the kitchen and he hounded the guests. Iâm PREGNANT and the smell of raw meat triggers my gag reflex. He took the meat off the heat without me noticing and basically prevented me from eating lunch with everyone else.
Additionally, Steve claimed in his post that the party was dying??? Reginald and Dad have a lot of friends in common so the party did NOT die. They were all interested in talking to Dad. Dadâs voice is very quiet and raspy from strain over the years, so everyone was being quiet to hear him better. Steve was the one practically screaming over him to talk about his scummy job. The new Hook Man who succeeded Dad was there and Steve basically treated the poor man like a novice even though heâs a Cryptid.
Reginald finally got home and I could tell he was exhausted when I met him at the door. He still put on a smile for me though and said he didnât need to miss out even when I told him it would be okay. He wanted to be there in our big moment to celebrate our family. He went upstairs to change.
I went back to the guests to tell them that we would start the games soon. Thatâs when I heard Reginald scream and fall down the stairs.
Iâll never forget the look on Reginaldâs face. He was lying at the base of the stairs and looked like he was dying. He was gasping for breath and clutching at his chest. I was terrified his heart was giving up. I asked Hook Man to call an ambulance.
Thatâs when Steve started laughing.
I lost it. I screamed at Steve to get out. He told me to calm down, heâd just scared Reginald a little bit as a joke. I told him he knew about Reginaldâs heart condition and that it was incredibly disrespectful to scare my fiancĂ© in our own house.
He said he didnât mean to scare him that bad, but that he was just better at it than he thought. His scares were too powerful. He seemed smug and was still laughing.
I accused him of intentionally hurting Reginald because of the licensing versus certification argument we had. I said he was a bully and an idiot.
Mom jumped in and said it was an accident.
Dad FINALLY said something. He shadow-walked (the first time in YEARS) up the stairs and hooked Steve by the neck. He dragged all twelve feet of him down the stairs and told him to get out.
Steve said, âFor what? Itâs not my fault that weak-hearted son of a bitch canât take a joke.â
Dad lost it. He told Steve a REAL scarer wouldnât use their abilities like that on their own families. He told Mom and Steve it didnât matter if he meant it as a joke. The fact is he used his scare tactics on a layperson, and he could get blacklisted from the profession for it.
Dad kicked Steve out and told him he wasnât welcome back into the basement until he got a REAL job. Steve kept arguing, but the paramedics arrived then and I lost track of the rest of it.
I went with Reginald to the hospital where Reginald insisted we both get checked out. The stress wasnât good for the baby and doctor told me it might be best to go on maternity leave sooner rather than later. Reginald is also going to be taking a leave from work. He had a heart attack because of my brother.
Things could have ended worse, but they didnât end well. I told my parents that I refuse to have Steve at my wedding or even to see my child after theyâre born (and now I STILL donât know the gender! Only our older brother knows since he got the gender reveal cake).
Mom started to protest, but Dad said he understood. He said that both he and Mom just wanted me to be happy and healthy and that they would take care of Steve.
So now I leave it up to you. Having read both of our posts, who do you think is the real asshole? My brother for being âproudâ of scaring my fiancĂ© into a heart attack at our babyâs gender reveal party? Or me for never talking to said brother again for the health of my future family?
AITA?
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*through gritted teeth, rocking back and forth* Being bad at art isnât a moral failing. Youâre not bad youâre learning. Itâs okay if youâve been drawing almost daily for four years and arenât at the level you want to be. Look back and see how much youâve improved. Do studies. Practise areas youâre bad at. Stop drawing only the same characters chest up in 3/4 profile view. Step out of your comfort zone. Look at tutorials. Use references. Study anatomy and colour theory and how light and shadow work. Stop making yourself upset over it. Stop hating yourself for not being good enough. Stop comparing yourself to others and getting angry over how theyâre better than you. Learn to have fun while drawing. Art is supposed to be fun. Why would you do it if itâs wasnât fun? Stop crying.
#*deep sigh* I donât know how many more 2 a.m hysterical fits over hating my art Iâve got in me chief#I donât know why Iâm like this#usually I explain my behaviour by blaming it on childhood trauma#but my art wasnât a trauma point#as in. I just never really showed it to my parents so they couldnât say bad things about it even if they wanted to#well⊠there were those art classes with that one girl whoshe mom wouldnât shut up about how great she was#and my mom spent tons of time with her so if I complained Iâd just be compared to the girl#actually⊠I was so much more confident in my art before those classes#like I look back at what I posted pre April 2022 and I had absolutely no shame#wonky anatomy? post it anyway. extremely amateur colour and shading and backgrounds? who cares#and no one in those classes was mean to me#everyone was so nice and supporting#but the very first time I was brought there was when I realised that I am objectively bad at art#and donât understand the fundamentals and am only good at drawing the same thing over and over again#I was so close to crying that day#and I kept going back and it kept getting worse#holy fuckâŠ#I enjoyed those classes a lot#even though I was having breakdowns left and right I was mostly satisfied with the end results#(yeah because the teachers usually ended up finishing everything for you ŃŃ ŃŃĐșĐŸĐ¶ĐŸĐżĐ°Ń Đ±Đ”Đ·ĐŽĐ°ŃĐœĐ°Ń ŃĐČĐ°ŃŃ)#but I guess that is where my problems started#god.. I wish I never went to those now#maybe I wouldnât be like this#maybe Iâd act even half well adjusted rather than sobbing into my pilllow every time my#(no reference no practice no knowledge of anatomy colour or shading)#drawing turns out less than perfect#good fucking god how pathetic can I get#and this is like the 10th time Iâm making long ass tag rant posts about the same issue#and since writing them did I attempt to fix it? practise and study and improve? no. I just keep crying#like a little whiny bitch
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i have rewritten this fic four times. i am about to go insane.
#me: i spend too much energy making an outline before i ever begin writing. this time i'm just going to write and see where it takes me :)#me: meanders my way into a climax that doesn't make any sense#then i retroactively outlined to try and force what i had into a structure with a satisfying conclusion#but then the conclusion was very obviously forced and unnatural#after many attempts and pulling my hair out i think i have an actual story that makes sense with a natural conclusion#but i've rewritten it so many times that i feel like there are chunks that don't gel right#because they were working toward a different ending#so i am rewriting one final time and if it doesn't come out right this time then the fic goes in the graveyard#the nice thing about the fourth attempt though is that i've written it so many times that the scenes come easily. so that's nice.
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Intoxicated By Your Sweet Taste đ
summary: Zayne thinks he hasnât given you much attention due to his work.
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Pussy drunk! Zayne canât get enough of you.
word count: 2k tags: NSFW, zayne x reader (afab), no plot just filth, oral sex, oral fixation, cunnilingus, clit play, swearing, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, overstimulation, coming multiple times, domestic fluff at the end, pet names, breeding kink, creampie, established relationship fish notes: as always, pls heed the tags ~ nevertheless, this fic was inspired by this twt here ! hope all of u enjoy <3 ââ ao3 link â
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It was past midnight when the door creaked open, revealing a tired looking Zayne. She was already in bed, snuggled up with the plushies her dear lover got for her. Zayne smiled at the sight before striding towards her, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
That action caused her to stir, fluttering her eyes open to look at her partner. âYouâre back.â She mumbled sleepily.
Zayne gently stroked her hair, lulling her back to sleep. âGo back to sleep, love.â He said as he continued to play with her hair.
âIâll only sleep if you do too.â She replied, which earned her a small smile from Zayne.
Once he had finished showering, she couldnât help but marvel at his chiseled chest, glistening with droplets of water, running down ever so slowly. She tore her eyes away, feeling a little bit flushed.
It doesnât go unnoticed by her observant lover though as Zayne pointed out, âWerenât you half awake earlier? It seems like youâve got your attention elsewhere now.â
She didnât even bother to attempt and deflate herself because itâs true. She is enjoying this view very much.
Just like that, she hoisted herself up and had her eyes solely on him. Desire and lust coursing through her veins. âYeah⊠youâre not wrong. Itâs because youâre so fucking hot, you know that?â
A chuckle rumbled out of Zayne, a little surprised by her bold declaration, considering how sleepy she was earlier. âAh, so thatâs what caught your attention?â
Before she could even reply, Zayne is already making his way to the bed. Her eyes widened slightly as he pushed her down gently, making her gaze up at him.
âHave I neglected my darling? Am I not pleasuring you enough?â He spoke as his face inched closer. She felt her breath hitched in her throat as the pit of her stomach coiled with pure lust.
The words she wanted to say were caught up, speechless by the sudden mood change. She bit her lip, âWhat are you gonna do if I say yes?â
Thick, strong fingers found its way to cup her face, âThen I shall take it upon myself to satisfy you until all your needs are met.â Without any hesitation, Zayne closed the distance between them and passionately kissed her.
She gasped as his other hand went to grab her hips, keeping her firmly in place as his tongue explored her mouth. Every ounce of sleepiness she had in her quickly vanished, instantly replaced by a primal hunger for him. She needs, no, she yearned to be one with him. To feel him in every way possible.
âDonât⊠hold back.â He murmured in between her lips before he moved to trail kisses down on her neck, eliciting moans and whimpers. She closed her eyes shut, taking in the pleasure sheâs receiving as he continued to suck and bite on her neck, leaving behind marks.
It was just a pure coincidence that she decided to wear a nightgown but sheâs thankful nevertheless since it gave Zayne easy access to slip his hand up and caress her soft skin, feeling her up. She can feel her pussy growing needier and wetter with each touch he makes.
She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers began to rub against her slick, âSomeoneâs excited.â Zayne remarked as he suddenly pulled his fingers away and moved down to crouch in between her legs.
Instinctively, she spread wide open, staring down at him. âSo wet for me⊠you really want this, hm?â She nodded eagerly, âPlease⊠I need it.â
The once impassive doctor morphed into something else entirely. His expression held a plethora of emotions behind them as he felt his own hardness beneath his towel. âVery well. Scream for me princess.â
Any sort of thoughts she conjured up turned into nothing the moment Zayne licked her drooling pussy. His tongue expertly flicked her clit as she laid back down on the bed and writhed in intense pleasure.
âF- fuck! Zayne⊠hghh!â She moaned out as Zayne lapped at her needy cunt, savoring all of her wetness, wanting to taste all of her.
Her hands immediately tugged onto his hair, pulling him closer to her crotch as she screamed out his name repeatedly. It was too good that she could barely keep still, Zayne held onto her thighs to stop her from squirming.
The familiar pit in her stomach intensified, itching her closer to release. âHahhâŠ! Z- Zayne! Iâm close, Iâm so close!â She whined out, to which he kept tonguing her entrance vigorously until she arched her back and came all over his face.
Zayne pulled away slightly and licked his lips. There are traces of pussy juice on his mouth but he didnât care. Not when his precious sweetheart tastes so divine. Before she could even beg him to put his hard shaft inside her, she gasped once she felt Zayneâs tongue on her folds again.
âW- wait! I⊠I just came!â She exclaimed, feeling like her legs were gonna give out from pleasure. But Zayne paid no mind as he resumed his ministrations on her sopping wet cunt. Even after orgasming, her pussy still throbbed for more.
At this point, sheâs pretty sure sheâs on cloud nine, especially when Zayne sucked on her nub, making her tremble. Green eyes observing her movements, watching as she moans and whimpers. Looking beautiful like this, Zayne wanted to keep this memory etched into his mind forever.
It was unbearable, she tried to push him away but he kept a strong grip on her legs, his tongue relentlessly flicking her eager pussy, swallowing all of her juices. He can feel himself getting intoxicated by her dripping cunt. There is nothing more rewarding than coming home everyday and getting to lap at her entrance like a starved man whilst also relishing her delightful sounds.
âC- coming!â Her hands scrambled for purchase as she came undone. Zayne lifted his head and spoke in a raspy voice, âDid you feel good, honey?â
There was no single coherent thought in her mind right now. She couldnât even think properly, itâs all a muddled mess, too foggy with pleasure. Sensing her pliant demeanor, Zayne moved to her side, brushing off the strands of her hair from her face.
âYouâre so good for me, dear.â Was the only thing she heard before Zayne trailed his fingers down to caress her inner thighs, igniting goosebumps all over. She weakly muttered, âWhat are you doing?â Instead of responding, Zayne leaned down and pecked her lips. âAre you a good girl for me?â
His finger easily slipped in her gaping pussy, thrusting it in and out, earning a mewl from her. She bit her lips, âT- too sensitive... ZayneâŠâ She clutched onto his arm, looking at him with glassy eyes.
âI said, are you a good girl?â Zayne repeated his question but this time, he inserted another finger in, taking away all of her last resolve.
âMhmm⊠ah! Yes! Yes!â That further drove Zayne to keep plunging his fingers deep inside her gummy walls.
It has been hours since Zayne has been pushing her far off into her limits. Sleep be damned as he is now lapping up at her loose, dripping cunt. She could only let out soft mewls and moans whenever he skillfully buried his head in between her thighs. No amount of protest could get him to stop. Itâs like Zayne has been possessed by an insatiable lust demon or some sort, at least thatâs what she thought.
Tears stained her cheeks as she stared at Zayne who was lazily eating her out. âZayne⊠pleaseâŠâ
He gave her pussy one last lick before meeting her teary gaze, âPlease what?â
âPlease⊠fuck meâŠâ She pleaded, her hands reaching out to pull him on top of her. âYouâve been torturing my pussy non-stop⊠I want to make you feel good too.â
âAh, I see. So, my needy princess wants it that bad?â He spoke as he discarded his towel. Itâs kind of amazing at how he managed to hold back his desire to mount her completely, especially since she looked ravishing like this. Blissed out and glowing from the amount of orgasm she lets out.
She nodded eagerly, âGive it to me, please? Iâve been so good.â To emphasize, she wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to close the gap between them and feel his body against hers.
âI guess someone deserves it, after all.â With ease, Zayne lined his cock on her entrance, sliding it in and immediately began to thrust.
While their love-making session was always tender, albeit sometimes a bit passionate, it was never really like this. Intense and unrelenting with vigor as Zayne continued to pound into her deep. Her cunt spasming and clenching tightly around his cock. âFuck⊠you feel so wonderful around me, sweetheart.â
Even if she wanted to say something, each thrust made her eyes roll back. Her mind is running into an overdrive as Zayne picks up his pace, unfaltering and burning with the need to come inside her.
Noticing Zayneâs furrowed brows and his eyes closed shut, âCome for me. Come inside me, baby. Want you to breed me.â She spoke, her voice laced with urgency and desperation.
At last, Zayne thrusted inside her hard before stilling, heaving and burying his face in her neck. She smiled at him dazedly as she cards her fingers through his hair. When Zayne pulled out, he watched in fascination at how her cunt drooled with cum. The sight alone made him want to ravage her right then and there, but he knew, they both had to sleep.
So, instead, Zayne helped clean her up and cuddled her as they both drifted off to slumber.
Something was wet⊠and there were sounds of shuffling. When she woke up, her eyes widened as she saw Zayne languidly circling her clit with his tongue. âH- huh?â She uttered out, confused and yet, Zayne only mumbled out, âLay back. Let me please you once more before I leave for work.â
How could she refuse when her lover had asked so sweetly? She did as he instructed and laid back down on the soft bed, letting him spread her wide open. At this point, she had lost track of how many times she came, especially from last night.
This time, Zayne made sure to take his time, flicking her folds ever so slowly. One part of her felt like he was torturing her but another part of her couldnât help but preened at how good it feels when heâs savoring her like this.
The morning sun casted a soft glow around the room, making this even more enjoyable as she focused on Zayne, tasting every drop her cunt oozed, not letting any of it go to waste. The slurping sound reverberated across the walls as she flushed.
Despite coming so many times, the familiar pit in her stomach still lingered, coiling and intensifying as she neared her climax. âHghh⊠Zayne⊠baby, Iâm so close.â She meekly mewled out, her legs shaking. Zayne sucked on her nub and sneakily thrusted a finger into her cunt, scissoring her whilst he ate her out.
Just like that, it was enough to drive her to the edge. She came, hard on his face. Her vision blurs and she shuts her eyes closed, letting the euphoria wash over her.
She faintly heard Zayne uttering a soft, âI love youâ to her before getting up and tucking her in bed.
The second time she woke up, she found that Zayne had already left for work. She groggily got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. There, she found a plate of breakfast ready made for her and a bouquet of flowers.
Her body was sore all over but this gesture made it all worth it. Smiling, she walked up to the table and picked up the bouquet, smelling the flowers before sitting down and stuffing the food, the tiredness fading away and was replaced by hunger.
Luckily for her, she had a day off today and was able to cozy up at home until Zayne comes back. He gave her a fond smile as he placed the bag on the coffee table, âI got you macarons from the cafe. What do you feel like having for dinner? Let me cook for you.â
Safe to say, she is indeed a lucky girl to be able to love and be with Zayne.
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