#I did make one sale for €100

[bekkathyst]

Well the market ended early in absolute chaos because a random huge storm rolled in with the worst wind gusts I’ve ever seen here and everyone’s tents started blowing away. A couple vendor’s items flew all over the place and pretty much exploded, and it was so heartbreaking to see. The tent of the vendor next to us lifted up in the air and then crashed down on our tent and broke it, but luckily all of the jewelry is SAFE 😭 I feel soooo bad for all the vendor’s whose items broke; it’s so terrible knowing this was specifically a market for high quality handmade items that can’t just be easily replaced or remade.

So now we’re home with most of our setup taken down, and we’re going to get some pizza to console ourselves and then I’ll continue my sale on here. What an experience 😅

[ironicsoap]

had to ban a ripper from my discord yesterday, feels kind of strange someone could be such a huge fan of my models but still steal from me and break my TOS, and think they deserve to be in my community

[toytulini]

i may not be able to open posts from my notes or messages or get more context on posts via looking at the notes, but at least i can make fucked up coffee properly now

[foldingfittedsheets]

When I was working at the sex shop I was pulling poverty wages. I loved my job but I was on food stamps and still barely getting by. When they hired the stores first male employee and he started at my pay rate after I’d been there for three years I quit.

I was initially really nervous when I saw the post for the mattress job. It listed a pay scale that I couldn’t even conceptualize and I appeared qualified. When I got an interview I was over the moon but also petrified. Reactions to my line of work often varied but most people were very embarrassed or skeptical. I worried about how I’d address it in the actual interview.

I lived far to the north of their headquarters and drove almost two hours to get there. When I finally arrived it was in the nicest thrift store clothes I could find, but I shrank inside to see a room full of older white men in nice suits waiting to be interviewed for the same job.

Why did I bother? I was decades younger than anyone else in the room, shabbily dressed, and I suspected I was the only afab person in the entire building. I stewed in my insecurities until I was called in.

The second I met my interviewer I was instantly put at ease. The man had the energy of a therapy dog, he was abound with positive, good natured energy. He was also incredibly beautiful. I grinned back at his welcoming smile as we said our pleasantries. But still. This very beautiful polished man seemed very innocent. How would the sex shop question go?

“I see here you worked at STORE?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

“And that was sales? Or you just rang people up.”

“No, it was sales. I’d help people find products, we were encouraged to upsell, there was sales spiffs, and most importantly we educated customers on products to help them find what they liked best.”

He grinned approvingly and asked, “Can you give me an example of a time you successfully upsold a customer?”

I paused, wringing my hands before I asked, “How vague would you like me to be…?”

“Not at all!” He assured me. “Go for it!”

“Well. A man came in looking for something to make his fingers vibrate so when he was touching his wife it would enhance that sensation. We had cheap $10 cockrings that I showed him first. But we had a rechargeable waterproof one made of nicer material, and after I showed him a demo he bought that one.”

“How much was that one?”

“$110”

“Wow! You had an upsell of 100% from what he came in looking for! That’s incredible!”

He was so truly genuinely stoked and not at all embarrassed that for the first time I saw a tiny glimmer of a future where I didn’t have ramen and peanut butter tiding me over between paychecks.

He asked me to wait then came back to tell me he liked me so much that he wanted to send me right into another interview, if that was okay. He didn’t want me to have to drive back later, it was terribly considerate and exciting. I beamed and told him it would be lovely.

I then had the second worst interview I’ve ever had. The worst goes to the time I applied to be a store manager for a pet food place years later. The district and store manager interviewing me passed notes and texted while I was speaking. When the district manager called to inform me I didn’t get the job I told him I’d never have accepted anyway because I’d never had such a disrespectful interview.

The new man sitting behind the desk radiated an aura of a brick wall. As someone with anxiety I’m highly keyed into the emotional states of people I’m talking to. To receive no feedback at all was my personal hell. After a perfunctory greeting he asked me with no inflection to sell him a pen.

I gathered the shreds of my courage and attempted the Herculean task he’d set me. Through my whole improvised spiel he resisted all attempts at engaging him, regarding me with a cold apathy as I touted the benefits of my fictitious pen.

Halfway through I broke into a cold sweat. My smile didn’t waver but it grew strained as I projected friendliness and warmth into the black hole of his heart. My thoughts scattered and my sales pitch grew redundant in the face of his nothingness. I finally concluded with a hard close and he simply nodded.

He glanced at my resume and commented, “You didn’t ask me to touch or hold it. Though I suppose I can understand from your previous line of work why you wouldn’t.” I shriveled and died inside knowing that I encouraged people to touch dildos all day long and had been too frazzled to offer him the pen.

He bid me a cool farewell. I made it to my car before I started sobbing. I had never been so rattled. I couldn’t understand what I’d done to make him so unfriendly or if my threadbare clothes were what had made him treat me like dirt. I drove an hour and a half to get home, weeping intermittently.

I was therefore taken by complete surprise to receive a call the next day inviting me on board for their five week training program. The first man who’d interviewed me gushed on the phone about how the second guy had loved me and that I was going to be fantastic.

I was in shock. When I showed up to training the second interviewer was charming my new classmates, beaming and laughing. He was an utterly different person. To my dismay I learned he was the trainer for my district and would be my point of contact if I made it through training.

He joked with me later that his interview facade was just a tactic to see how people held up under pressure and I filed him into a category of my deepest enmity. I never forgave him for how small he made me feel that day, but I never showed him the depths of my fury.

I aced every test and went on to be valedictorian of the eight people who had survived the rigorous training process to earn a sales position. When I got my first paycheck I bought myself new clothes, the first non-thrifted things I’d owned in years.

[exopelagic]

I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3

[yuumei-art]

First, I want to address the rumors that I used AI to paint A Thousand Skies. Here is a condensed version of the 10 part video recording of how I painted everything. I normally reserve the full hours long video recordings for my patrons but here they are in case there is still any doubt https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1d-3hxjZWROiZPaI8XeU93cKBBKB1Gz9Z?usp=drive_link

All of my past paintings have full video recordings for my Patrons, going back to 2018 when I first got a Patreon.

Long time followers will also know that I care deeply about the environment, not only in the themes of my art but also in my actions to the best of my ability and knowledge. So much so that every year since 2016, I’ve donated 100% of my Black Friday sales to environmental charities, and you can see all the receipts of the organizations I donated to here https://www.yuumeiart.com/blog 

I realized a comment I’ve made at 2am and while sleep deprived was confusing. I want to clear up the misunderstandings from yesterday's post where I said AI isn’t that bad for the environment. I thought I was specifically answering the question of how much energy it takes to generate 1 AI image on my own computer without any servers, but I realize now that people were talking about how much energy it takes to train AIs by big companies. This was not what I was trying to refer to in my comment, but I recognize it is one of many legitimate concerns with the way current generative AI is developed.

I want to reiterate that I did use AI for a gag scene in my comic—the character, Vance, was objectifying women by seeing them as anime cat girls and pasting them over AI backgrounds. I thought that such a character having AI goggles was making a point. I recognize that regardless of the context, the use of AI carries other ramifications. I will be taking all of this into consideration with my future artwork.

I know AI art is a very heated issue with very real concerns attached to its use. I don’t expect people to change their minds. I will continue to make art as I always have for the past 2 decades before AI existed, and continue to make available to my patrons full video recordings of the paintings I’ve made and will make. Thank you.

[dappermouth]

What happened to your Society6 store? It seems like there's a lot less designs available than there used to be. I was hoping to get some tapestries but everything is gone...

Wow! This ask made me go check out my Society6 shop — and you’re right, it’s pretty much all gone! So, here’s the story on that for anyone who hasn’t heard:

Society6 decided that their outsized profit from artists wasn’t cutting it — they now require artists to pay a monthly subscription for the privilege of letting Society6 profit off of them, while foisting additional shipping fees onto the artist and reducing their payments on top of that. I had heard some months back that they were planning to switch to a subscription model, and it looks like since I didn’t pay up, they permanently deleted everything except 10 random pieces of art from my shop. They did this without notifying me at all (classy!) after years of making tens of thousands of dollars off of my work — but weirdly, this is kind of a relief for me?

My cut of Society6 sales were already a laugh even before the proposed changes (I make more money from someone dropping like $20 at my personal print shop than I do from someone buying $100+ of my stuff from Society6) but the tapestries and blankets were so cool and I loved how much people enjoyed them, so I kept my art available there. They've deleted nearly all of my work now, so I'll go finish the job and close out my account for good.

Anyway, it’s disappointing, but Society6 has chosen to suck profoundly at this point in time. Totally scummy treatment of the artists whose work is the foundation of their entire business model. I’m lucky enough to have a supportive audience and never relied on Society6, but I feel badly for artists whose livelihoods have been impacted by this. (If you’re one of those artists, know this: you deserve better compensation for your hard work than what S6 is giving you!)

OK, with all that said — I’m bringin’ tapestries back, baby! They can’t keep this cowboy off the range! Right now I’ve ordered samples from some different places to compare quality, and once I’ve settled on a manufacturer I‘ll be making them available at my print shop. I’ll post on my socials when I’ve sorted it out!

[jennaflare]

So Disco Elysium is the only game you've ever really liked

I get it! It's a phenomenal game with superb art and writing, and its themes are consistent and deeply explored. It sets a high bar for video games. But there are other really, really fantastic games out there. This is a list that is 100% my own taste of things that aren't necessarily similar, other than the fact that they're really fucking good. (A lot of these are on sale for the Steam Summer Sale until July 11 2024!)

In Stars and Time

In Stars and Time is a time loop game where you play as Siffrin, the rogue of a party at the end of their quest to save the day by defeating the King, who is freezing everybody in time! But something is wrong: every time you die, you loop back to the day before you fight the King. You're the only one who remembers the loops, so it's up to you to figure out why it's happening, and how to break out.

In Stars and Time is a heart-wrenching dive into mental health, friendship, and love. It's about feeling alone, and how awful it is when the people who love you don't notice (and how awful it is when they do). It's about falling deeper and deeper into your worst self and your worst tendencies, and how to come back from it.

The creator also did one of my favorite Disco Elysium comics ever, which is only tangentially relevant but worth mentioning.

Roadwarden

In Roadwarden, you play as the titular Roadwarden for an undeveloped and "wild" part of the kingdom. Monsters roam the forests and roads, and it's your job to keep people safe. On paper, anyway. Your real mission is to find out what is of value in the area, and how to take it from its people. How well you perform this task is up to you. It's an oldschool text-based RPG, and I take a lot of notes by hand when I play.

Roadwarden explores exploitation and industrialization by making you look in the face of your potential victims. You can only learn what your bosses want you to report on by getting close to the residents, after all. There are mysteries to be solved, secrets to be gathered, and hearts to win.

The Longing

The Longing is an adventure-idle game where you play as the solitary servant of a sleeping king. Your task is to wait for him, for four hundred days. Time in the game passes in realtime (for the most part). There are caves to explore, books to be read, and drawings to make.

The Longing is about loneliness and depression. It's about whether or not you decide to stay in that hole, and if you do, what you do with yourself while you're there. Maybe you'll wander. Maybe you'll stare at a wall. Maybe you'll just sleep until it's all over.

Papers, Please

Papers, Please casts you as a newly hired customs officer in a country that is rapidly tightening its borders as its fascist government tightens its fist. This game is stressful. Sometimes you intend to help out the revolutionaries when they asked, but then you got so stressed out trying to make your quota so you can feed your family and pay your bills that you didn't notice the name of the person they were hoping to contact while going through their papers. Sometimes someone puts a bomb in front of you and expects you to defuse it. Sometimes someone suggests you steal people's passports so you can get your family out, and with the horror you see daily, the idea tempts you more than you'd like.

Papers, Please is all about hard choices and testing your moral fortitude. Everything you do has consequences. Being a good person in this game is hardly ever rewarded, but not in a way that feels overly cynical. Papers, Please asks you what kind of person you want to be and what you're willing to sacrifice to get there.

The Return of the Obra Dinn

From the creator of Papers, Please, The Return of the Obra Dinn is a game where you play as an insurance investigator for the East India Trading Company. The ship the Obra Dinn has just floated back into port, its entire crew missing or dead. It's your job to figure out what happened aboard the vessel. For insurance reasons.

I don't know how to go into the themes of this too deeply without giving away too much, but the mechanics of the game itself make the game worth playing. You have a magic stopwatch that allows you to go back to the moment of a person's death, allowing you to try and figure out who (or what) killed them, and how. And the soundtrack is extremely good.

Outer Wilds

In Outer Wilds you play as an unnamed alien, and it's your first day going to space! Your planet's space program is pretty new still, so there's still lots to explore and discover on the planets within your system. There are ancient ruins from a mysterious race that once lived in your system, long before your species began to record history. Why were they here? Where did they go? How are they connected to the weird thing that keeps happening to you?

The fun of Outer Wilds is in the discovery and answering your own questions. The game never tells you where to go, and it never outright tells you anything. There are clues scattered through the system, and it's up to you to put them together and figure out your next steps. It's about the way that life always goes on, no matter what, even when it seems like the end of everything, forever. I'd recommend NOT reading anything else about this game. Just go play it. Seriously, the less you know, the more fun this is.

If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers

In If on a Winter's Night, Four Travelers, you explore the circumstances of the deaths of four individuals.

This is a short one that took me about two and a half hours to play. If for no other reason, play it for the stunning pixel art. The game explores sexism, racism, and homophobia in the Victorian era and leans heavily into horror themes. Best of all: it's completely free!

Pentiment

Pentiment takes you to the 16th century, where you take the role of Andreas Maler, a journeyman artist working on his masterwork in the scriptorium of an abbey. When someone is murdered, Andreas takes responsibility for finding the culprit.

The game is set over 20~ years and you get to watch how Andreas' actions affect the village in various ways (who's alive the next time you come by, have people gotten married and had children...). It's an exploration of how the past affects the future, and what parts of that past we choose to keep or discard. It has beautiful art, and fans of both Disco and Pentiment often compare them.

Other games you might wanna check out

Night in the Woods, Dredge, Oxenfree, A House of Many Doors, Inscryption, Slay the Princess, Citizen Sleeper, Chants of Sennar, Loop Hero, The Cosmic Wheel Sisterhood, The Pale Beyond, Where the Water Tastes Like Wine, Elsinore, Her Story, Before Your Eyes, Pathologic (not delved into above because the venn diagram of Pathologic fans and Disco fans is basically a circle)

[i-am-lifeform24]

Curated Companions: Part 1

--------------🔞Masterlist🔞Part 2🔞Part 3🔞Part 4🔞---------------

-------------[ Artms Heejin - @worldsover ]--------------

Your girlfriend Heejin fucks other men for money; if you weren't cool with it, you would've left by now, but it comes with enough bonuses for you. You get discounts on her coworkers, but that pales to the 100% discount on Heejin. Your apartment is small, but she makes this bedroom cozy. In this hushed evening, as you complete daily gacha game quests on your phone, she's nestling into the hollow of your throat, grinding into your thigh, leaking your creampie from her folds, and making a mess of the sheets. All there is is your heartbeat pounding in your ears, your ragged breathing, and the soft squelch of her pussy sliding up and down your leg as you open card packs to garish yet nonetheless thrilling animations.

"Hey," you whisper. You set the phone down. She is slow to reply, though a few seconds later, she raises her head and gives you a sheepish grin. "Heejin, baby, what are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing…" she replies, pursing her lips in a coquettish smile. You raise a brow; how is she able to appear so innocent even with a pussyful of cum? Well, was ful, now half ful, the other half a syrupy streak on your leg that only grows.

"How's work lately, Heejin?" You stroke her cheek. There it is: the nervous flicker.

Heejin burrows into the crook of your neck. "Same old, same old," she murmurs. Her eyes fall. Her mouth turns into a small frown.

You caress Heejin's sides. "If you want to talk about it, I'm here."

"I know. Thanks." Heejin sighs and lays her head on your shoulder. "The company expects me to increase my sales by ten percent this month. It's ridiculous. I already have the highest customer satisfaction."

"It's not your fault," you say, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer. She squeezes your arm.

"I know that's just how business is. We're expected to sell more, get more clients, increase margins, yada yada."

"Hmm. You should offer incentives to your clients," you say off the cuff. Heejin looks up at you with curiosity. "If someone is going to request your services, offer them a bonus reward, like a photocard."

Heejin shakes her head and laughs dismissively. "Too much gacha on your brain. Wait… actually…"

***

Heejin fucks other men for money, and you care less than you did. You've moved out of your little apartment into a luxury house in an upscale neighborhood. Your new situation is a kind balm to resentment. On a shelf nearby, an official company plaque reads "Girl of the Month" for having the top sales in October. An understatement.

Heejin trails feather-light kisses up your thighs. She takes her sweet time reaching your erection, licking a sensuous, savoring stripe up it. Lowering herself again, her lips wrap while she lightly gags and moans between words.

"I took your idea and ran with it." Oh, she's a runner indeed: runs her mouth as she runs her mouth along your length. "Glk... Guys would get a Neejinie collectible photocard after they book me. Some of the cards are regular ones, mmm, but the rarer ones are nudes and bunny suits and cum-covered selfies. Then I started coming up with new ideas. Nngh—now I have this whole rarity system, with guaranteed rare drops after enough sessions."

You half-laugh, half-gasp. "You're the devil, getting people addicted like that—" She closes her hand around the base of your cock as she huffs out a laugh.

"I like to think I'm more like a succubus," Heejin retorts with a cheeky wink. "You don't even know the half of it."

"My little entrepreneur. I'm so proud of you." You sit up to pat her head, but Heejin presses her tongue flat against your shaft, then swirls around like it's ice cream; you're flat on your back again.

She explains how her cards have a QR code on the back that gives rewards on her bespoke app, with a convoluted currency system. Some of the rewards are in-person: extra time, special activities, or custom outfits; others have virtual rewards like exclusive videos and picture sets. Her whole schedule's booked for months, and people are paying double just to get on her calendar.

"You owe me royalties for all these ideas," you say with a laugh that turns into a groan.

Heejin scoffs. "Just to fund your gacha addiction? Yeah, right." She lets saliva drip down the sides of your erection and gets it nice and shiny before placing the tip inside her mouth again. Nursing your cock, Heejin adds softly, "Mmm… I hope my clients appreciate me, not just the cards."

"I wouldn't worry about that."

Heejin's eyes twinkle before she engulfs you. The smooth warmth of her tongue coaxes your precum onto her tongue; her drool seeps past the edge of her mouth down into her cleavage; the room smells musky and sweet. Heejin hollows out her cheeks and bobs her head faster, letting out slurps and gulps. She manages to make giving a blowjob look, sound, and feel like the most pleasurable act possible. Your hips start bucking upwards until Heejin puts a firm hand on your thigh, after which she lifts off you with a loud pop.

"You're gonna cum for me soon, aren't you?" Heejin asks, kisses the underside of your pulsating, leaking shaft, and sucks your balls into her mouth, one by one. She swirls her tongue around the tender sack. Heejin strokes your length, rubbing it between her hand and face. "Do it, give me my reward, babe."

You're at your breaking point. All you can do is let out a guttural groan as hot cum spurts onto her. Strings stick to her lashes and eyelids, her cheeks, her nose, and her puffy lips, and dribble down to her chin and neck. You gasp, your vision returning as Heejin licks your aching cock clean.

She collects some of the seed on her face and spreads it over her lips as if applying lip gloss. Blinking, she looks up through her cum-laden eyelashes, showing off her white-coated tongue. "Ahh."

"Yeah, I'm sure it's just the photocards that make them return," you say. Heejin's lipstick is smudged; her glossy eyes flutter close, waiting patiently for your next move. You reach for your camera. "But just in case it is... smile." Shutter, click.

--------[ Le Sserafim Sakura @mintwithchoco ]--------

You’ve never understood the concept of falling in love.

Whether it’s that uneasy feeling in your stomach when someone you’re interested in is around, or missing that one person so badly if you hadn't seen them that day, it has never occured to you, despite numerous attractive women appearing in your life. There have been a few chances, but none of them worked out as well as you expected.

Until this night dawns itself upon you, as you end your typical day with an interesting experience.

You are already used to helping out your workmate with his job, but you're definitely unfamiliar with the thank-you gift that he has given you this time. Knowing that you were single and a virgin, he decides to hook you up on a special service.

“Thanks for the dinner earlier. None of my customers have ever treated me like that before.” The woman’s compliment floats into your ears, making your cheeks blush.

You let out a nervous snicker. “It’s nothing really. I just wanted to get to know you better. Besides, we’re gonna do the uhh… t-the thing. You know, so that it won't get awkward later.”

Miyawaki Sakura is a complete stranger to you an hour ago, where thanks to your colleague, you both finally meet for a specific reason. If it wasn’t obvious, you’ve never had the experience of having an escort, so it was a very awkward first meeting. Eventually, you end up inviting her over for dinner, which was successful at breaking the ice. You both talk plentifully over the meal, sharing interests and jokes until finally, the time for your reward came. As Sakura makes herself comfortable on your bed — already in her underwear — tension has been building inside of you since welcoming her into your apartment, and it couldn't be much more obvious.

Sakura smirks, looking at your clueless yet nervous expression. “So,” She makes a swift move to your side. Bringing her lips closer to your ears, she whispers, “Shall we begin?”

Her sultry tone makes you freeze up. You nod dumbly, and with a smile, Sakura straddles onto your lap, letting herself feel the excitement concealed in your pants. Her hands place themselves on your shoulders as she closes in the distance between both of your lips. Simultaneously, your body gradually becomes weaker the longer you both make out, putting all hopes on your arms to support yourself. Sakura then transitions to slow kisses, her hand now caressing your face and the other slipping itself under your shirt to feel your body. You toughen up, now reaching a hand towards her waist to pull her even closer, making her grind slightly on your lower half.

Fuck, I’m actually enjoying this. Sakura remarks in her thoughts.

Not long after exchanging soft moans, Sakura kneels down on the floor, leveling her way down towards your pants. Before you know it, your cock was released from its confines, fully hard and warm in front of her face. Her fingers wrap around your shaft, delicately, and she strokes you off slowly, causing you to throb and twitch with pleasure.

“Sakura, it feels so good…”

“It’s gonna get better now, darling.”

Almost immediately, you enter her mouth, saliva covering the tip on which her lips are gently sucking on. You let out a loud moan every time Sakura draws circles with her tongue on your tip and goes deeper down your cock. Sometimes, Sakura makes eye contact, her beautiful amber colored eyes shining amidst the sinful action she’s committing. You were nothing but mesmerized, forgetting the thought that she was merely here just to ease your desires.

A few minutes passes, and Sakura now optimizes her hand to stroke your shaft while diligently sucking on your tip. You can feel that burning sensation growing — the extra stimulation from her strokes are too good to be true.

“Don’t hold back. Just let it all out.”

Sakura increases the pace of her strokes and licks the underside of your tip. All of a sudden, your body jerks itself and your head falls back as you let out your first orgasm of the night. Two thick ropes of cum cover her tongue, before she sinks her head entirely down on your cock, so that the last few shots fill her mouth. Your eyes widen when you realize that Sakura was swallowing everything that you released without any hesitation. She then pulls away to show off her empty mouth to you, clean without any drop of semen left.

“Wow,” is all you can utter before your body comes back to its senses, your chest heaving to regain your breath.

“You came a lot for a first timer.” Sakura lifts herself back up and straddles you once more. Your cock was still as hard as it was, standing in between her legs. “But it seems that you’re not that satisfied yet.”

“I… I need more.” Sakura smiles upon looking into your desperate eyes, filled with fervor.

“You know, you’re cuter than all of the customers I had.” Sakura trails her finger on your chest and gently pushes you down on the bed . “And I’m quite fond of cute boys.”

Her kiss on your forehead made you realize how Sakura completely took over you — feeling an unbearable thirst in her burning gaze and stealing your entire heart with that beautiful smile. She then takes a hold of your shaft, rubbing her clothed pussy with it, before whispering into your ear, “Get ready, darling. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

“Ah, fuck! Sakura! Sakura!”

“Mmmm, yes! Fuck me harder!”

The sun is about to rise, yet the both of you are still inside each other, drunk off the dopamine. The view of her breasts bouncing up and down is getting familiar to you, given that you have been thrusting into her hungry pussy for hours on end and filling her up with your load countlessly. You did not care about the risks that this night may give you. The only thing that was inside of your mind was just how Miyawaki Sakura managed to mess you up in different ways, dragging you out of your comfort zone and discovering your unknown side.

You look into her eyes once again—the prettiest you’ve ever seen—and it was obvious that she was getting closer to her peak. No words were needed because you know what she wants. You fuck her harder and deeper, hitting all of her right spot with her moans growing louder. The moans then turned into a sudden guttural shriek, with Sakura’s body violently spasming as she squirts around your cock, drenching your crotch and the bed. Not long after, with one last thrust, you erupt deep inside her as well, emptying everything that you had left in your balls. As you pull yourself out, it reveals a heavenly sight of Sakura’s sweaty body with her legs still spread out and your semen slowly spilling out of her pussy like an endless flow.

Expecting her to leave soon, you try your best to get anything that she may need—tissues, water, her clothes—but Sakura seems to not care, as if she doesn’t wanna leave. Suddenly, she hugs you from behind when you are about to grab her panties.

“Hey, can I just stay in?”

“Uhh sure, but I gotta go to work soon—”

“Dummy, don’t you understand?” Sakura then turns you around and brings you in for a kiss. “I like you. And..” Her cheeks began to turn red. “...I wanna stay with you for a while.”

You are astonished by her words because you had a similar thought—getting closer and keeping a relationship with her. She has successfully planted a new feeling inside of your heart just in one night, and you desire to learn about it more.

“Sakura… I like you too.”

---------------[ SNSD Seohyun - @kesujo ]---------------

Seohyun squeals as you push her onto the bed. Her impressive rack threatens to spill out the sides of her black cut-away dress; seeing hints of her almond areola reignites all the fantasies you’ve had about her tits.

This night, you plan on fulfilling all of them.

“Don’t lie, you can’t wait to be fucked by me.”

“You’re so full of it.”

“If anyone’s full of anything, it’ll be you with my cock very shortly.”

Despite rolling her eyes at your remark, Seohyun remains professional when you mount the bed and slip your hands underneath her dress. You can see her breath hitch from your hands cupping her boobs and scooping them out.

“I don’t know why you chose to remain a virgin until now when you have such sexy, fuckable tits.” She responds only with slight gasps and muffled moans, you sparing no expense in fully indulging in the exquisite feeling of having her brimming-to-the-top milk jugs in your hands. “Saving yourself for me, hoping I’d win the bid?”

“In your drea—” she cuts herself off again with another squeal as you pinch her nipples.

“Your voice and body give away your excitement.”

“That’s not…” Your hands dive underneath the dress, making contact with the uncovered intersection of her legs, already damp and sticky with precum. Before she can respond, your two digits are knuckle-deep inside her sweltering hot sex.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Your two digits dig deeper, and Seohyun sighs turn into gasps. You can tell she’s trying to stifle them but failing, and that makes you even harder. When you kick your pants and boxers off, you can see Seohyun’s defiant gaze melting into awe.

Your knees push aside her legs while your hands push aside her dress. Her professionalism keeps her from resisting, even if she squirms a little under the intense gaze of you looking at her freshly shaven pussy. “No hymen?” Seohyun shakes her head. You find it adorable how she, who was so spunky and full of life just seconds prior, has now clammed up. “Good. Goin’ in.”

You watch her eyes widen and lips part as you plunge inside her, gasps turning into moans the more your dick advances. You can feel her tight, virgin walls being pried open by your girth and relish in the delectable pressure she’s exerting onto you. As soon as she gives you to go ahead, you’re thrusting with all the stored-up anticipation and lust this night had built up inside you. Seohyun’s hands tightly grip the bedsheets, red-faced in her failed attempt to hold back the sounds of her ecstasy. The adorable showcasing of her bashful indulgence makes you go even harder, deeper, causing Seohyun to get louder in tandem. “Call me Dex.”

“Wh-What?”

“For when you need to scream my name.”

Seohyun can only respond with a sharp moan, your thumb pressing on her clit. When you finally manage to fully hilt her, you keep it there for a few seconds, letting your thumb circle her clit for a few seconds.

“Wh—” the question dies in her throat, but you can see the desperation on her face.

“Hm?” Seohyun shakes her head. “What is it?” It’s a rhetorical question, though: ecstasy is written all over her face.

“N-Nothing.”

Your index finger brushes over the stub, causing her entire body to spasm. “Really?” She stays silent, but you can tell from her squirming that it’s difficult for her to do so.

So, when you suddenly extract your penis from her, she says, “What—” but catches herself. Shortly, she finds herself seated in your lap, looking at her fully nude body through a body-length mirror. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

“What, did you just want to stare?”

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you senseless.” Stuffing your cock back inside her clams up the chatty escort. |Your eyes drink in the sight, of her round breasts rising and falling, her waist that dips inward and her baby-bearing hips that curve outward, and your cock firmly lodged between her pried-open vaginal lips.| “Watch.”

Seohyun obeys, instantly zeroing in on the same thing you are looking at, watching you fully hilt her. “Hm…”

You can see how much the sight turns her on. “Fuck…” Her tightness serves as resistance, but not enough: soon, Seohyun is bouncing on your lap, your tip repeatedly battering her cervix at the apex of each thrust. Her eyes fixate on your connection, each bounce splattering more juices onto both of them. Eventually, Seohyun is unable to contain her moans, joining you and the wet slapping sounds of her ass on your crotch.

“Fuck, Seohyun…”

You start playing around with different angles until she lets out a squealing moan.

“Oh, there?”

Seohyun refuses to say anything, but is soon lost in ecstasy as you repeatedly assault that very spot. Her hands climb up her body and start playing with her own boobs; her head leans back on your chest and her eyes close.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

“Shit…” You use a bit more force, causing her to moan a bit more loudly than before. “A-Ah!”

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“F-Fuck…”

Both index fingers surround the sensitive nub sitting atop her pried-open folds. “Say it.”

“Damn it—” she lets a muffled scream as your fingers apply pressure to her clit.

“Say it,” you growl into her ear.

“F-Fuck…” The swear is barely audible over the sound of your balls slapping against her ass. “…please…”

“Hm?” Your fingers dance around her clit. You can see her impatience in her body, feel her impending climax as clearly as your own.

“God, god, please…”

“Louder.”

“Please, please!”

You reward her by squeezing the sensitive nub, eliciting a loud moan. “Watch. Watch yourself cum all over my dick.”

She eyes blink open and land back onto your connection. “Oh, fuck…”

The force of your thrusts increases, invigorated by her gaze. “You like that?”

Seohyun unabashedly nods, and when your fingers squeeze her clit again, her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh—”

“Cum for me, Seohyun.”

“Fuck, fuck—DEX!”

Watching her screaming orgasm overtake her is what pushes you over the edge. Your bodies ram against each other relentlessly, Seohyun depositing buckets of fluids onto your groin while you deposit yours into the condom. Her firm, hot walls convulsing against your shaft milks out the last few streams, and by the time your orgasm subsides, so too is Seohyun’s.

Exhausted, Seohyun’s head leans against your chest, her hands coming down to her sides and her shoulders relaxing.

“Pretty good, aren’t I?”

Gone is the combative, stubborn brat, replaced by a teasing smirk playing at her luscious lips. “I’m not sure if I can tell just yet…”

You push the seductress off your lap and throw her onto the soft mattress, face down. She expertly lands with her knees tucked in, pointing her shiny, battered pussy right at you. You take off the condom, tie it up, throw it into the trash, and reach for another one.

“Then I guess I’ll have to beat it into you.”

--------------[ VIVIZ Eunha - @0cta9on ]----------------

“Do you think I would be a good escort?”

You spit out your coffee, nearly choking to death from utter shock. “Eunha, what the hell are you talking about?”

She shrugs, not looking up from her phone. “Just a thought. Job hunting is a bitch, but I need money.”

“Why don’t you work at the cafe down the street?” You suggest. “They’ve had that ‘We’re Hiring’ sign in front of their store for weeks.”

Eunha groans, sinking into her chair. “I’d rather eat glass than spend a second working food service.”

You furrow your brow at her. “And you think sex with strangers is better than making coffee?”

“If I’m getting paid $800 an hour, then absolutely. All I have to do is sleep with some guy once a week and I’ll be making at least $3000 a month. That’s more than your silly little subway job pays,” she says smugly.

You open her mouth to argue but concede after realizing she’s right. “Still, I don’t think it’s a good idea to sell your body just because you don’t want to work a normal job. How do you plan on getting ‘clients’ anyways?”

“What, you don’t think people would pay just to see these puppies?” Eunha squeezes her breast, soft yet hefty in her small hands. You look away, blushing profusely. “Don’t pretend like you don’t stare at my chest whenever I walk around the apartment in a sports bra,” she teases you.

“I- W-well, uh… N-no, I… Hmm…” You blabber like an idiot, trying to scootch away from her as she leans in with a mischievous smile.

“C’mon, just a few hundred bucks and I’ll let you touch them~ I’ll even give you a little roommate discount,’ she giggles, deriving great pleasure from watching you squirm in your seat.

“H-how… How much?” You stutter, keeping your gaze away from her.

“Oh my god, really!?” She exclaims. “Hmm, how about $500?”

“$500!?”

“Ugh, fine, $450. But that’s the lowest I’m going, that’s nearly half of my hourly rate!”

“You didn’t even have an hourly rate until two seconds ago…” You mutter, taking out your phone. You can’t believe you’re about to do this. If Eunha was a guy, you would’ve kicked her out of the apartment ages ago with how awful of a roommate she is, but unfortunately, you’re a sucker for petite girls with big tits and you would be lying if you said you didn’t have hot roommate fantasies about her. $450 is nothing compared to the experience you’re about to have.

You send her the money, watching her face light up as she gets the notification on her phone. “Woohoo! Alright, first customer, what do you wanna do first?” She asks, leaning in with intrigue.

“I-I, um…”

“C’monnnn, what are you getting nervous for? There’s gotta be something in that perverted little head of yours. Plus, I’m not issuing refunds, so you better make this worth your while.”

“O-okay, fine! Uh…” With shaky hands, you grab her tits, giving them a gentle squeeze. They’re softer than you could ever imagine, yet still firm like weighted pillows on her chest. You lift them a bit and drop them, slowly becoming hypnotized by the way they jiggle to and fro.

Eunha giggles as you play with her breasts. “They’re nice, aren’t they?”

“So nice…” You glance at her lips, supple and glossy, and suddenly you find yourself on top of Eunha, kissing her puffy lips as your hands explore her curvaceous body. She moans into your mouth as you lift her top, tweaking and pinching her exposed nipples. Fuck, her moans are so high-pitched, it's adorable. You want to hear that sound all the time, put it in your playlist and listen to it 24/7.

Clothing flies all around the living room as the two of you are caught in a tornado of lust. Your shirt by the front door. Her panties hanging off of the TV. Your boxers are probably underneath the sofa, but that’s an issue for a later time. Eunha pushes you against the sofa, stroking your cock as she gazes into your eyes with intensity.

“I was expecting you to be a bit bigger, but this isn’t bad,” she teases with a smirk.

“Are you gonna insult all your clients like this?” You run your thumb over her lips, grinning as she takes it between her lips for a split second.

“Just the perverted ones that stare at my tits.” She winks at you before running her tongue along your entire length, producing a guttural moan from your mouth. Watching her cute and innocent face inhale your cock is a sight that you’ll surely remember forever. 

Your tip barely grazes the back of her throat with each pump of her head, sucking you off like it’s the last dick she’ll ever suck. Eunha’s pretty round eyes never leave yours, watching contentedly as your face morphs with pleasure. Suddenly, she removes your cock from her mouth, jumping onto your lap and lining up your rod with her dripping hot core.

“I need you inside of me,” she says, her lips coated in saliva.

“Who’s the pervert now?” You tease, watching with bated breath as your tip slowly disappears in between her legs.

“Don’t act like you haven’t imagined this before.” Eunha’s smirk fades into a look of pure ecstasy as you bottom out inside of her. Her velvety walls squeeze and cling to you, never letting you go as she bounces on your cock like a good girl.

Her tits jiggle tantalizingly in front of your face, practically begging you to suck on them. As you succumb to your basest desires, your fingers sink into the meaty flesh of her ass, pulling her into you as you thrust up. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Eunha’s pornographic moans is like music to your ears, a sentiment your neighbors definitely won’t share. 

Pretty soon, you feel that familiar pressure in your stomach, and with one last thrust, you shoot the biggest load you’ve ever had straight into your roommate’s waiting pussy. Eunha collapses on top of you, her hot breath hitting your ear.

“H-holy fuck… M-maybe we should… D-do this again…” She utters in between breaths.

You chuckle, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. “Fine, but I want a 100% discount next time.”

-------------[ Aespa Karina - @sumirhatos ]-------------

"I've told you I won't go for that old schmuck", Karina complains to her manager, "He's a creep, he's ugly and he's old as my grandpa", she continued while her face is visibly fills up with an absolute disgust.

"But, imagine how good would it be to get this company in the palm of your hand?", the manager replied to the idol's antics.

"Yes, but even imagining it makes me want to vomit", she gagged demonstrating how much aversion she has and started to sob...

"Okay, okay I understand, I won't insist on that", the manager got close to her and hugged Karina, comforting the girl sitting in front of him. She eased accepting the embrace.

"You know what? I actually have an idea!", the manager wiped the tears from her cheek and continued, "He has a grandson, quite young and handsome, it's not a 100% chance that you will get any sort of a benefit from this, but there is a possibility he's going to be of use.

"Fine... Worth a shot, I guess...", she yearned with no interest in her voice.

"Okay, I'll get in touch with you later, when I arrange the meeting", manager said standing up and leaving her place.

@Later that night@

The taxi brought her to the destination, getting out of the car Karina can see a mansion hidden behind high fences. Getting to the gates she's faced by two big men, supposedly guards.

"May I help you miss?", one of the guards asks the girl.

"I'm expected, my name is Yu Jimin", she replies in a low voice.

"Please wait", the other guard said and then reported to someone on the radio about her arrival, "Please go ahead miss Yu", he said opening the gates for her.

She goes past the gates and to the entrance door. Entering the manor, she's greeted by a butler wearing a gray suit.

"Greeting miss Yu Jimin. Please leave your belonging here, young master is at his office at the 2nd floor, he's awaiting you", he rambled pointing at the counter near the door.

Jimin took off her coat and left her bag on a counter taking just her phone with her, after which she followed the butler upstairs to a fancy office room.

"Master, your guest is here", butler says entering the room to the guy sitting at the desk.

"Thank you, that would be all", he replied to the butler. Butler bows and closes the double doors behind him.

"Miss Yu Jimin", he gets out of his chair and rushes to the girl, "it is such an honor to meet you", he greets her and kisses her hand, causing her to jerk her hand away in surprise.

"Just Jimin", she replied awkwardly.

"Okay, Miss Jimin. My name is Lee Seokjin, but call me Seokjin" he points to the couch and the table set out in front of the desk, "please sit"

"Listen, we both know why I'm here, so let's just get it over with", she spills starting to unbuckle his belt.

"Woah woah woah, Miss Jimin let's not rush things", he said getting her hands away from him, "I know you are not a slut, you just pretend to be one, we both know that".

"What is it I'm after then?", she leans back on the couch folding her arms on her chest.

"You are after my grandfather's money, everyone wants a piece of that", he sighs, sitting down on the couch on the left side of Jimin, "To be absolutely honest with you I'm also after it, that old fart is not giving me shit", he exclaims.

"Oh really? I feel sorry for you Mister Seokjin", she says sarcastically glancing at the whole place, "you're having such a bad life, such a poor guy".

"Nah, that's not it Jimin", he said," all of this is nothing, just a drop in the ocean", he continued.

"What do you want then?", she asks curiously.

"That's when you come into the play", he says putting his hand on her knee, "I have a proposal for you", he ran his hand over her dress covered thigh.

"Mmm, I'm all ears", she said biting her lip, leaning towards him, her cleavage is now right in his face, "what is it you crave for Mister Seokjin?", she whispered, tracing her hand over her cleavage.

"I want you... Umm...", he was a bit startled by the last move, but quickly recovered he continued, "I want you to help me get what is rightfully mine", he leaned towards Jimin, getting his face closer to hers.

"Yes? Tell me more Mister Lee", she leaned forward him, their lips are almost touching.

"I'm the heir of this family and you can be a part of it", he traced her face with his left hand while the right hand was still remaining on her thigh, "I'm going to look as very perspective heir for the family if I land myself a girl like you".

"Oh my, is that a marriage proposal?", she laughs, "are you that desperate that you want to marry a complete stranger?" she asks grinning at him.

"Not a marriage proposal, silly", he leans away from her stopping the touchy-touchy act, "You just need to pretend to be my girlfriend, so I can get my old man's approval and you can get the money you want so much", he continued.

"So that's what you think of me?", she asks angrily, "Am I some kind of a fucking whore to you?", she continues getting angrier.

"Are you not?", Seokjin asks her calmly.

"W-what?", she responds confused and agitated, "NO, I'm not, who the fuck do you think you are?", she asks furiously, starting to shout.

"That's what I thought", Seokjin responds calmly, "I don't think that you are a whore, I did not say that, you said it yourself", he continued.

"But you implied it!", Jimin exclaimed

"I did not imply anything, I simply offered you a job, no implications, just pure logic, so do you want the money, no?", he asked curiously.

"I'm don't need your fucking money", she exclaimed jumping up from the couch "I have enough money for the rest of my life, I just want fucking respect, recognition, that I'm not some sort of a fucking toy that you can play with", she continued in a lower tone, tears forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Turns out we are not so different after all", Seokjin got up, handing her a handkerchief, "I also want the recognition from others, my whole life I was just a son and grandson", he continued, "I want to be Lee Seokjin, I don't want to dwell in the shadow of my relatives. Same as you I want power".

For a minute there was nothing but the silence. Jimin wiped her tears and handed the handkerchief back to Seokjin.

"So, what's your decision", Seokjin broke the silence first.

"I'll do it", Karina replied extending her hand.

"Deal", Seokjin said shaking Jimin's hand.

----------------[ IVE Yujin - @craycr4y ]------------------

“Ohh fuck you’re tight” you unconsciously uttered as you what’s the right word? plow? pound? Yujin. You don’t remember if that was her really her name since both of you just went down into it the moment, she stepped foot on your room. As you try to rest on your bed, a knock on the door got your attention, walked up to it, asked who is it, “Your dinner’s here Sir” she answered, for a moment it made you think if you ordered something that you totally forgot and when you opened the door there you saw her, wearing a black leather jacket, crop top that perfectly hugs her perky chest, leather shorts that envelops her ample ass, fishnets stocking on her toned legs, and some weird ass heels. You’re not staring at her; you’re ogling her. “You done stripping me with your eyes perv?” she said, you were kind of embarrassed that you were caught, and “Welcome make yourself comfy” is all what you can manage to reply. And oh boy she did. As soon as you turn your back from the door, she jumped you, like a hyena to a deer, full of hunger, consumed with lust, that got you surprised but you have no plans on backing down, she started kissing your lips that lead to your tongue fighting back hers. She’s short and light so you pulled her up carrying her by her plump ass and walked to the bedroom. “I’m gonna fucking cu……” your thought was cut off by the woman shuddering in front of you that you totally forgot. You slowed down your thrusts as you let her enjoy her climax, you can feel her pussy clench in every thrust. You leaned then kissed her back, giving her time to breath.

“Lay down, I want to ride you.” Yujin told you. You’re now on your back and in front of you is her full glory, perky chest, lean stomach, toned thighs, her tight and wet cunt lowering on you. You finally penetrated her again, she stopped for a moment trying to get used to your size. Yujin feels wet, warm, and so fucking tight. Her hands on your chest and hips bouncing on you. Wet sound started to echo and her movement becomes more powerful, more frantic. Her pussy perfectly hugs your dick as she fucks herself on to it. You pulled her into a hug lifted you hips and started hammering her “You fucking like huh you slut? Bouncing on my cock when you don’t even know what my name is” right to her ear and you felt it again her pussy squeezing your cock again, she’s mewling, body convulsing, possibly creaming on your cock. “I want it ….” Yujin uttered. You moved her beside of you and now face to face with her, swiped her disheveled hair, “She’s so cute what the fuck” you told yourself. “Finish your sentence baby, you want what?” “I want you to fill me up” she finally managed to finish her thought “And I have no plans of pulling out” Now your places are switched you are now on top of her. It still impresses you how tight she is when you entered her again, she closed her eyes and bit her lips. This time it’s you who will chase your climax, just spreading her legs and your hips thrusting vigorously, her pussy is so wet it’s squelching, you proceeded to suck on her tits, nipples razor sharp, licking one and pinching the other, this made her a mess and whimper. You felt your balls tingle and abdomen tighten. “I'm cumming baby” you said as you make out with her while painting her insides white. You keep on thrusting on Yujin. After you filled her, you lay down beside her and she unconsciously went to your arms and snuggled with you.

------------[ Busters Takara - @writerpeach ]------------

“Ah, I’m so full,” you say with a sigh, wiping your mouth with a napkin and sitting back in your chair, utterly content. “This is the best ramen I’ve ever had in my life.” 

“Told you.” Across the table, your date smirks, with this look of smug elation on her face, taking one last slurp of her own meal as if she’s savoring every little drop. You’re not quite sure what her secret is to keeping a figure like that—especially when she can pile on the food. 

Her name is Takara you’ve been told—but you’re not sure if that’s her real name or not. Not that it matters much. Takara’s a local to the area, which means she’s the perfect person to guide you around the city, letting you know all the ins and outs, including this little hole in the wall restaurant that you never would have known about otherwise. 

She’s incredibly gorgeous, showing off her body in this tight little gray crop top and jeans that you can’t take your eyes off. But hey, you’re allowed to stare—it’s what you’ve paid for after all. 

“So,” Takara starts, right by your side with a bright smile on your face while you two leisurely traverse the riverwalk, taking in the medley of colors, the vibrant lights, and the serene water. “You’ve got a little over an hour left. If we keep heading in this direction and take a right, there’s a cozy little hotel that I like to take people to. I think you’ll like it.” 

“Yeah? Well, lead the way then. You haven’t steered me wrong yet.” 

No more than a few minutes later and you’re whisked along to a more docile part of the city, where the nightlife lingers in the distance. Takara speaks to the man at the front desk, and while you don’t quite understand every word, you get the gist of it. All that really matters is she gets handed a key, one that soon becomes yours as you follow her into an elevator. 

A short ride up and you’re at a door with a number that matches what’s in your hand. You don’t have a second to spare, so the lock clicks open, and shoes are off before your next breath, heading towards a surprisingly large bed. It’s unexpectedly gorgeous, illuminated by red lights, with more amenities than you can count. But you’re not here to gawk over what this place looks like—not when Takara is right there.

“I assume you’ll want to start with my tits?” 

“You read my mind, Takara.” 

She giggles, gesturing for you to take a seat at the foot of the bed while she lifts her shirt off, exposing a huge set of breasts hiding underneath that you get a much closer look at when her body straddles your lap. 

“What exactly does platinum get me again? The details were a little vague.” 

Takara gazes upon you, and you can’t hide the lust building in your eyes when she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra—and in a matter of moments, those pale breasts are freed, ready to receive your full attention. “Whatever you want, sweetie. You’ve got me for the full hour.” 

You take one good look at her heavy breasts, so full and inviting, with this immaculate shape that you immediately dive into, latching your lips onto a nipple, suckling harshly. “Jesus, Takara. Your tits are fucking perfect.” 

She moans at the praise, fingers working your zipper at the same time you cover her pretty nipples in saliva, only coming up for a breath when absolutely necessary. 

“That’s what everyone says. Even people who aren’t my clients.” Her head tilts back while you feast on her tits, taking your time, slobbering them up so well before you get another pause in. “If you like the way they taste, wait until you try out how they feel.” 

There’s a moment of disappointment when Takara dismounts your lap, dropping to her knees to get your pants off, boxers falling down right after. She gets this glint in her eyes, not so dissimilar to when you first laid your eyes on her delicious chest. “And you—have a perfect cock.” 

Takara looks around the room, leaving her position when she finds her target and reaches into a small box on the counter. Not gone for long, she returns with a small bottle in her delicate hands that she unwraps. The top flips open, and your eyes widen when she drizzles clear liquid onto her breasts, pouring a little extra for good measure. You’re practically hypnotized 

by how she rubs it into her chest, those immaculate tits even better all slicked up, glistening, waiting for one thing left—

She slides your cock in between the oily flesh, and you groan so desperately when she cups her breasts, squeezing them so tightly around you. Then she begins to move, up and down, and you fucking lose it. 

“Fuck, Takara—this feels so fucking good.” Your breath gets taken away whenever you disappear into that delicious cleavage, as she uses her heavenly, soft breasts to repeat it all over again. 

“Just a little warm up. Like the way your cock looks between my tits?” 

A weak nod is all you can answer with, because before she can even get a rhythm started, you’re falling apart. The pleasure only gets better, a deadly smile on her face while her tits squeeze and squeeze around your cock, creating all this delicious friction. Clearly, she’s good at her job—the look on her face knows how devastating all this oiled up flesh that surrounds every inch is, the intoxicating bliss spiraling out of control. 

Takara keeps looking into your eyes with every pump, her amazing tits massaging your cock in ways you’ve never felt before, an absolute dream come to reality. “Talk to me, baby. Want me to slow down? Go faster?” 

“Just stay like that. Fuck, those tits—not gonna lost long, oh my god, I love these tits around my cock—“ 

“That’s what I like to hear, make a fucking mess all over me. You can cum as many times as this beautiful cock can handle.” 

“Takara—“ All you can do is groan, your length trapped in this slippery flesh, giving the perfect view of how she slides you in and out. She grinds her chest, never losing eye contact, keeping up the pace as she squeezes, right until the last moment—

When your cock disappears in between the delicious valley of her breasts, you fucking explode, and your cock shoots hot cum in thick, white spurts, filling up her cleavage. A stray strand hits her chin, making her gasp in surprise. Takara milks it all out with a smile, keeps the friction going to get your balls all emptied, these creamy streaks painting her chest like a canvas. 

“Now that’s a good first load,” Takara says, letting your cock slip out from her oiled breasts with a few lazy pumps, before rubbing your hot mess in all over until it glistens even more. You’re spent, but not exactly exhausted, not with how this pretty girl looks up at you, like she’ll be disappointed if you stop now. 

“F-fuck,” you manage to say, voice all heavy and shaky, leaning back on the mattress. 

“What do you think, got more in you?” she asks, so proud of a job well done. “Because we’ve got plenty of lube left…” 

And before Takara climbs up the bed, she gets rid of those bothersome clothes, heading up to join you with bottle in hand, all naked, giving you such a good glimpse at the rest of her divine figure. 

“I think we’ll figure out a good way to use it all up.” 

-----------[ Kiss of Life Julie - @authorhjk1 ]------------

“Well, that’s awkward.”

You break the uncomfortable silence in your hotel room.

“Julie, how could you do this to me?”

The man in the doorframe looks at the woman in front of you.

Julie slowly lifts her head and you have to force back a groan as her lips glide along your length. Still on her knees, she turns around, her hand holding your cock.

“What are you doing here?”

She sounds more annoyed than ashamed.

“I work here! Who the hell is this guy!?”

You guess he must’ve seen Julie go to your room and followed her.

“I’m working too.  Now get out, we can talk about this at home.”

“Talk about this? Julie, you’re sucking another man’s cock! You’re married for god’s sake!”

Groaning in annoyance, you grab Julie’s shoulders and turn her around.

“I’m not paying you for talking.”

When you push her head into your lap, you can’t tell if she opens her mouth to suck your dick or to protest. Either way, Julie’s lips close around your cock when she is just about to choke.

“P-Paying?”

Her husband covers his mouth in shock as he watches her sucking off someone else.

“Yeah, she isn’t cheap, man. But so far, she is worth the money. Except for…”

You loosely gesture in his direction.

 Julie keeps bobbing her head on your shaft as you talk.

“Julie, stop! Please!”

His voice sounds like he is about to cry. You can’t blame him. If your wife did the same, you’d be devastated too.

When Julie looks up at you, you raise an eyebrow. She rolls her eyes. She suddenly opens her mouth wider and shoves your cock as deep into her throat as it would go. Her choking makes some of her spit fall into your lap and onto the carpet. You groan, feeling her tight throat. After gagging a couple of times, Julie raises her head. Your wet cock leaves her mouth. She keeps stroking it, without looking at her husband.

“Do you think this the first time? I’ve been doing this job for years now. How do you think I was able to afford this new dress?”

She gestures at her own figure.

“You have a choice here, man.”

You talk again, but not before guiding Julie’s mouth back onto your cock. She diligently resumes her blowjob.

“You either leave and wait for her, until we’re done here, or you can watch, if that’s what you’re into. But stop yapping already.”

You almost have to chuckle at his shocked expression.

“Just telling you the facts man. Although I doubt you will enjoy what the two of us are up to.”

Julie lifts her head again, looking up at you.

“If you want anything ass related, you will have to pay extra though.”

Your eyes are focused on her, but you can tell that her husband just sank into one of the chairs.

“I thought I already paid for everything.”

“You did. Everything. Except anal.”

You roll your eyes.

“You are already expensive enough. I’m not paying you more.”

“No anal, then.”

Julie shrugs her shoulders.

“Fine.”

You snarl, grabbing her chin with one hand and forcing her mouth open. You spit into Julie’s mouth, before dragging her onto the bed.

“Let’s get this little dress off of you.”

Her husband is making some noise in the background, but you’re too busy with robbing Julie off her clothes. You pull at the black fabric, exposing her tits. The lack of a bra enables you to dive in immediately.

“Julie…”

Her husband cries as you suck on his wife’s tits. You fondle them, enjoying how they feel in your hands. Her smooth skin tastes wonderful. Julie moans, when you flick your tongue against her nipples. One of your hands wanders down her body, while the other keeps playing with her tits. When you reach her ass, you give it a hard squeeze, making Julie yelp first and then giggle.

“Bad boy.”

You squeeze her ass for a second time.

“Turn around, slut.”

Julie gets on all fours, her face turned towards the chair her husband is sitting in. The lower part of her dress rides up by itself.

“Huh, no panties.”

You remark, as you glance at her husband. He is still sitting there, his face in his hands. As you align yourself with Julie’s pussy, you give her ass a nice slap.

“Let’s see if this pussy is worth the money.”

Your words make her husband look up. He can’t believe his eyes as he witnesses the exact same moment you enter his wife. Her mouth falls open, her eyes wide in surprise. Julie’s hands have formed fists as she holds onto the sheets. You give her a deep thrust, not allowing her to get accustomed your size.

“Oh damn, that’s deep!”

Her slutty moan spurs you on. You hold her waist with both hands and start to fuck her. Your thrusts are quick and hard. You pull her body back into you, whenever you thrust forward. It makes you hit spots her husband probably will never be able to reach.

“Such a nice cock.”

Another moan from her, another cry from him. You take a fistful of her hair and push her face into the sheets. It muffles her moans, but by the time you fuck her with all you’ve got, it doesn’t make much of a difference. You swear, Julie’s pussy tightens, whenever she accidently makes eye contact with her husband.

“I’m a whore for your cock.”

You have your first orgasm about twenty minutes later. Julie is lying on her back, pressing her tits together with her hands, while her legs are wrapped around you.

“Fuck!” You groan as you pull out. Your cum paints her tits and her face. Julie’s whole upper body is covered in your semen as you walk around her husband and the table. When you reach her face, Julie quickly opens her mouth to clean your cock.

You have three more hours.

------[ Dreamcatcher JiU - @midnightdancingsol ]-----

The hour passes and lets another take its place.

You know it’s supposed to be different now, that everything’s changed, but how is it that it feels the same?

It was supposed to have long gone by then, a distant memory to place out along with the rest of the last few years of your life, but all it took was a single shadow of a shadow to pass you by, and once again that feeling floods back by the time your other foot steps off the stage, engulfs you as you walk back to your seat, submerges you well before the applause concludes.

Afterwards, there’s no quiet moment for you to find out at the end of the anxious anticipation, where time slows for you as you make your way through a parting crowd—it’s quite the opposite that greets you at the end of the faceless celebration, a speeding pulse that follows you, pushes you everywhere in the clumping press until it finally leaves you, alone, soaked in its wake.

From here, it’s just a short walk down the washed stone steps, and then from there to the grey pavement outside where you finally find her patiently waiting, a black-clad figure that briefly tips her cap to you, wearing a smile that you had never forgotten, familiarly unfamiliar from how deeply it’s been etched into your memory.

She steps forward to meet you at the gates, and then once again past, and then again until it’s just you and her in the shroud of the afternoon.

"Congratulations, darling," she murmurs fondly in her lofty drawl still as clear as the bells that continue to ring out above—the sound of crisp white linens and sweet red wine, of tickling bruised lips and warming light touches, of lonely whispered goodbyes and set uncertain futures.

“Thank you, for everything, Miss.”

Yes, it’s so easy to ignore the howling wind, the drizzling rain, to focus on her fingers thoughtfully tucking your hair behind your ear, fixing the loosely ribboned silk around your neck, closing around your chin with her thumb resting upon your lip—like no time had passed, it’s so comfortable to leave behind the chilly admiration in the eyes of strangers you’ve barely known even up until these last hours of your shared existences and climb up into the comfortable warmth of her fond gaze where you spent the best years of your life.

“Have you decided?”

Of course you had—it was the most selfish, stupid thing you could have asked of her then, of her now.

Though heavy with anticipation, the memory is light with hope, and so languidly, it makes its way on top of thin envelopes, tiny trinkets, and tender surrender, where it stays, it stays, and it stays, until languidly, it finally leaves your lips.

Today is the first day of the rest of your life…

"I want you to buy me jjajjangmyeon…

“Unnie.”

…but, maybe yesterday can stay with you for a little bit longer.

“It would be my pleasure.”

--------------[ TWICE Sana - @co-reborn ]---------------

“What do you want to do?”

You’re not entirely sure. You don’t even know how this stunning woman ended up knocking on your hotel room door. The only clue you have is the text message from your friend: ‘Happy Birthday bro. Enjoy the gift :)’ 

“Can I see more of you?”

“Of course, dear.”

That sweet angelic voice of hers just pulls you in as you sit closer to the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the sinful performance. The slow pull of the zipper behind her, then the dress off her shoulders. When it finally falls into a crumpled mess by her feet, you’re salivating. Her figure looks great, and she looks a thousand times better when just in her bra and panties. It’s a sight to remember, you’re sure it’s going to be carved into your mind, but you want to keep a souvenir for the night. 

When you pick up your phone, Sana seems to get your idea and starts posing for you. First, she leans a little closer to you and brings her arms together to accentuate her cleavage. Then more pictures where a strap of her bra is off her shoulders, then both straps. Just as you’re waiting for the inevitable complete removal of her bra, she turns away from you and flaunts her ass. She’s bending over, looking back at the camera with a seductive smile. By this point, you’re in a trance and mindlessly clicking away to gather as many photos as you can. 

She sits on the bed next to you and leans in close. When you turn to face her, you find yourself face to face with her, nose almost touching hers, and the first thing you notice is how attractive her eyes truly are, followed by how good she smells. You barely realise when her hand is on your thigh and dangerously close to your bulge. 

“Do you want to spend all the time taking pictures? Your friend only paid for an hour.” She then whispers directly into your ear, “I can take good care of you if you want.”

You’re nodding like an idiot, confused and overwhelmed by the circumstances you’re in, and you find your pants being unbuttoned. Autopilot has taken over your system, you’re letting Sana have her way with you. It does seem that she knows what she’s doing given that she’s smiling while kneeling between your spread legs and your erect cock in front of her. Her lips press against your cock, her tongue teases your tip. You’re tense on the bed, nervous yet excited for the moment when she opens her mouth to take you in. 

The sheer hotness of her mouth all over you, the pure filth of her lips at the base of your cock in contrast with that happy glimmer in her eyes are all too much to take in. As much as you’d like to keep your eyes on Sana, you just can’t. You’re left gripping the bed sheets and tossing your head back to gather your composure. 

It’s almost a new experience for you. The expert mouth bobbing up and down your cock works in perfect tandem with her hands twisting the base of your length. Time feels foreign to you. You don’t know how much time has truly passed. All you know is that you’re about to cum and trying to hold it back is just going to end up with torn bed sheets. 

A quick peek down at Sana makes it tenfold worse. She’s so damn hot, especially when she’s making eye contact with you with those seductive eyes of hers. It’s like she knows how close you are. How could she not? You’re moaning without restraint. You can’t help it of course, but it seems like the louder you are, the more intense Sana gets with the blowjob.

The pleasure suddenly diminishes. “Where do you want to cum, dear?”

You struggle to choose, especially when she’s still jerking you off rapidly. “Your face. Please!”

“You might want to record this.” She winks before going back down on you.

Your hand is shaky, you can barely hold your phone up in place. You aren’t completely sure if it’s even capturing all the action. What you’re sure of is that Sana is blowing you faster than earlier and that you’re about to cum and that your other hand is guiding her head, almost pushing her deeper onto yourself as if that’s possible. Then your grip loosens, your self control vanishes. 

Without warning, you cum inside her mouth. She reacts quickly to the first shot, pulling your cock out and aiming the rest of your shots on her face. The pleasure is immeasurable. It’s been too long since you’ve relieved yourself and the volume of your load surprises her as her face is painted white.

“Fuck Sana!” 

You remain seated, exhausted, and appreciate the sight of Sana painted with your cum. She cleans herself up with her fingers and licks them clean while you catch your breath before she dresses back up. God how can a woman look so sexy putting clothes back on. 

“It’s a pity we don’t have more time together. It seems like you need it dear.” Right before she exits the room, you hear a faint “Call me again.”

You just might do exactly that.

[lacroixqueen]

i can fix him no really i can (18+, dubcon) ex bf deadpool x down bad reader

Summary: your ex boyfriend deadpool shows up at your apartment after many years and he's badly hurt so you need to help him but he also wants to fuck you because he's toxic :/

Pairing: ex bf deadpool x fem!reader with unresolved feelings

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings/Tags: dubcon, making out, flirting, wounded, angsty

It was Friday night, so naturally, it was pouring rain outside. You were already snuggled up in bed with a bowl of popcorn and your favorite movie locked and loaded ready to play. Until you realized exactly what this perfect evening was missing: ice cream. You quickly got up out of bed and moseyed your way into the kitchen.

 

Before you could swipe your favorite gelato from the top shelf, you heard a loud crash emanating from your living room window. You froze in your steps for a moment, and then grabbed the largest kitchen knife you could find in your vicinity. 

Inching your way towards the noise, you were about to swing your weapon at the intruder before a nearby lamp flickered on and you laid eyes on a face you could recognize from a mile away. 

“Holy fuck, put that shit down!” the assassin in all red and black exclaimed, taking the knife out of your hand with ease. 

“Wade?!” you said, placing your hands on your hips. “What the hell are you doing here? I haven’t seen you in what, five years?”

“Great to see you again too, sweetheart,” he replied, noticeably clutching the lower part of his abdomen. “I just thought I’d swing by and say hi.”

“Wade, you are bleeding,” you pointed out, rushing to his side. “What the heck even happened to you?”

“Don’t worry about it too much,” he muttered through gritted teeth, sliding his arm over your shoulder, which immediately caused your back to tense up. “But if you want the short version of the story, let’s just say I pissed off someone who had a giant sword for an arm. Like, he drove that shit through my fucking brain! It’s okay though, I’ll get him back for that one of these days, he’ll see.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed as you guided him to sit down on your couch. “Just.. don’t go anywhere. I’m gonna grab some stuff real quick.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it!” he chuckled playfully. “Also, did you do something new with your hair? I love it. It’s like your old color but just subtly different. Hey, did you like tone it? Was it that salon next door? Because their cut and color deal is to die for.”

“Stop doing that,” you shot back, ambling over to your first aid cabinet. 

“Stop doing what?” he said with a feigned innocence. 

“You know what,” you responded bluntly, pulling out a set of tweezers, gauze, and saline. 

“What, flirt with you?” Deadpool asked, sitting up a little bit more enthusiastically now. “Honey, we’ve been broken up for a long time, do you seriously think I would pick this moment to hit on you? Because you would be sorely mistaken. I am happy to report that I am 100% completely over our relationship and have moved on to bigger better things in life like car sales and snorting cocaine with Blind Al. Oh, she said she misses you by the way.”

“Your timing has never been impeccable,” you commented, kneeling before him with your wound care supplies. Before he could protest, you parted his legs open and rested your forearms on his thighs. This was making him blush harder than he would ever care to admit to you. “Now can you lift your suit up for me, please.”

“We’ve barely caught up for five minutes, and you want me to strip for you already?” Wade chirped, placing a melodramatic hand on his chest. “I mean, I’m all for it but aren’t we moving a little bit fast here?”

“You’re doing it again..” you sighed while shaking your head. “Can you just please not make this more awkward than it already is?”

He grumbled a bit before finally lifting up his suit, revealing a sizable gash slightly to the side of his V-line. There were multiple shards of glass embedded into the wound, glistening menacingly in the dim lighting of your living room. 

“Holy shit, Wade,” you breathed while laying out your instruments. “What the hell have you gotten yourself into this time?”

“Look, maybe I pissed off an intergalactic space fascist or two,” he mumbled while shrugging his shoulders. “But who’s counting? Besides, the next time I get my hands on that freak I’m going to gut him from the inside out and make him eat it. Ooh, that would be satisfying, it’s making me so hard right now.”

“Always the pacifist,” you murmured sarcastically, taking your tweezers and dislodging one of the largest glass shards from his wound. “Have you ever considered, oh I don’t know, volunteering at the soup kitchen? Being a contributing member of your community? It doesn’t always have to be about bashing people’s faces in.”

“Jesus fucking shit on a stick motherfucker! Fuck!” he yelled as you removed the glass piece. “What kind of archaic method was that? At least numb me up first? Or I don’t know, buy me dinner?”

“Oh don’t be such a little bitch. If you wanted anesthetic, you could have just gone to the urgent care across the street,” you said matter-of-factly. “Besides, this isn’t exactly a professional clinic.”

Wade’s breathing became heavier when he noticed your soft tits pressing up against his leg as you focused harder on prying out a stubborn shard of glass. And how your lips curled into an adorable little pout when you were extra concentrated on something. 

“You know, this would be the perfect opportunity to give me head right now,” he said with a smirk under his mask. “Like, you could not be in a better position.”

You tried to ignore his lewd statement, focusing on removing the smaller shards of glass in his wound. You gasped when you felt his leathered hands reach into your hair, gathering the locks between his fingers to form a ponytail. 

“Wade!” you groaned, immediately setting down your tweezers. “I said stop, so quit it.” You shook his hands out of your hair, re-directing your attention back to his injury. 

“Oh, but you always looked so hot doing it!” he reminisced, clasping his hands together like some dazed fangirl. “And you were amazing! Like, took the entire length, it’s like you didn’t even have a gag reflex! I’ve never seen anything like it. Oh, and you always swallowed without me even having to tell you. Do you know how rare of a find that is? Because I haven’t gotten head that good since the day we broke-”

“One more word out of your mouth and I’m literally not going to help you anymore,” you interrupted, staring him dead in the eye, which was quite effective at shutting him up. 

You finally removed the last piece of glass, working a bit more efficiently now that he is not constantly interjecting with his fantasies about you. 

“Aaand, all done!” you said, tucking the debris into a wad of gauze. You cleaned the wound with some saline and covered it with a large bandage. “Yay, that actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

“Well of course, I’m literally a self-healing mutant,” Wade replied, pulling his suit back down to cover his wound. “Someone has literally shot me in the head before, but here I am, still kicking!”

“But it’s not like you can just heal foreign bodies out of yourself,” you countered as you cleaned your bloodstained tweezers with some bleach and a cloth. “You would have been in pain for days if it weren’t for me.”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he sneered. “But thank you sweetheart, that actually did get me out of a pinch. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big ugly bad guy to send back to his dimension, and time is money, so I really should get out there before he blows up another building downtown or God forbid beheads a baby or something.”

“Nope, you are going to stay right here,” you established as you closed the lid of your first aid kit. “Because I’m not gonna have you come back here multiple times again throughout the night and me not sleeping at all.” 

“Wow, so now you’re just being a selfish bitch!” Wade said, crossing his arms over your chest. “Did you hear that, innocent bystanders? She could give less of a fuck if the world was set ablaze the next morning because I wasn’t there to stop it!”

“Oh, the world will be just fine,” you stated. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go to bed and you are going to sleep on the couch-”

As you got up, your stance wobbled a bit and you found yourself collapsing face forward onto Wade’s lap, your lips just barely brushing against his mask. You grasped onto his shoulders out of instinct, steadying yourself. 

“Ohhh I see what you’re doing here!” the assassin called out. “You want me to stay so badly because you are just a horny little slut who can’t get enough of me! Well that’s no problem at all, because I am actually completely open and willing to do this, just know that my hard lines are scat, vomit, and furry. I don’t know why I can’t get into those animal costume things by the way, just something about the eyes..”

“I don’t want to sleep with you tonight, Wade Wilson,” you said, enunciating every single word. “I just.. lost balance.”

“Uh huh, ‘lost balance’,” he repeated, making air quotes with his fingers, his gaze not wavering. “Well if that’s the case, why don’t you kiss me and not do anything else? Since you’re so certain.”

“I’m not kissing you either,” you snapped, gasping a bit as you felt his hands slide over the curve of your waist, tugging gently at the fabric of your cami. 

“You’re just saying that because you know if you did you wouldn’t be able to resist doing more,” he accused, voice darkening all of a sudden. He lifted up his mask to reveal just his lips. “So kiss me, Y/N. Since you’re sooo not attracted to me like that anymore.”

You sighed a bit as you felt the tips of his lips brush against yours, his hot breath entering your mouth, almost inviting you to lean in closer. You also realized you were never one to back down from a challenge. You went ahead and wrapped your arms around his neck, rolling your hips into his. You tilted your head slightly to the side, allowing a couple strands of hair to fall down your face. 

So you kissed him, your soft pouty lips blending seamlessly with his bruised, callused mouth. He was hungry, voracious for you even, wanting you so desperately as he pushed his tongue into you. And you allowed him to. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer towards his body as you kissed him back. Your tongue twirled against his, a little whine escaping from your lips as he broke the kiss momentarily to catch his breath. 

He grasped one of your bloodstained fingers, and sucked his own blood off of them, licking his lips mischievously after.

“W-wait, Wade, stop..” you gasped, leaning back a bit once you felt his hand sneak over your taut stomach and grasp your neck firmly. “I-I can’t do this.”

“Aw, but we were getting so into it babydoll,” Wade whined, his grip tightening a bit around your neck before finally releasing you. “What happened? Are you getting cold feet because you remembered I’m so good at it?”

“No, it’s just I can’t catch feelings for you again,” you admitted, unclasping your hands from over his shoulders. “I don’t like it when I get like this with you.”

You stood up from the couch and turned your back to him, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“Ugggghhhh you always get so dramatic like this,” he said, standing up to follow right behind you. “I promise you it’s not that serious. Think of it like this: just two people fooling around and then calling it a night. We don’t have to get into all that messy bullshit from the past if you don’t want to. We could just.. What’s the word my therapist says all the time.. Oh! Compartmentalize. Yeahhh that’s it. You know, you get really good at shit like that when you watch multiple people you care about die in front of you, it’s pretty great.”

“But it’s not that simple Wade, I can’t just..” you sighed as he wrapped his arms over your torso, pressing his chest tightly against your back. He slightly lifted up the bottom of your cami, playing with the top of your panties that peaked out of your shorts. “Please.. don’t do this to me.”

“What, this?” he asked before sliding his tongue over your exposed neck, still playing with the top of your lacy panties and twisting the little bows around his fingertips. “Love these by the way, are they new?”

“St-stop..” you stammered, breath quickening as he rolled up your tank top to eventually reveal your delicate bralette, which accentuated your cleavage perfectly. You felt his hot breath splash against your shoulder as he panted at the sight of your body gradually revealing itself to him. 

“Wow, you look even better than I remember!” he commented, playing with the little ribbon in the center of your bra. He used the palm of his gloved hand to rub aching, undulating circles over your toned stomach. “Have you been working out? And by the way, love the statement piece, it goes really well with what you have under too! Ugh, I love when you wear a matching set for me, which reminds me, remember that gorgeous lingerie you had on that one Valentine’s day? I still can’t get it out of my head! Oooh, do you still have it? Because if so I would love to uh, borrow it for a few days if you don’t mind?”

You broke away from him, stepping towards your bedroom door, back still faced to him. “I have to go to sleep now,” you said, trying to conceal how flushed your cheeks were getting in the dim lighting. “You can use the sofa but please be gone by morning.”

You twisted the handle to enter your bedroom and slammed the door behind you. You pressed your back against the cold wood, trying to regulate your breathing by counting numbers and steadying yourself by grasping your dresser while the room spun. 

“Welp, at least I tried,” you overheard Wade mutter nonchalantly. He stepped over to your living room window, unclasped the locks, and disappeared out into the night. Like it was just another pit stop in the evening for him. 

Eventually, you found yourself back in bed, staring at the ceiling as your heart continued to pound against your chest. You tossed and turned the entire time, wide awake, until eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore and had to find some relief. 

So you regrettably, masturbated to the thought of him, legs shaking underneath your sheets while you clasped your hand over your mouth. This was something you did way more often than you care to admit. And only then was sleep able to reward you. 

[simphornies]

Glitchy [ Vox x F!Reader ] pt. 2 (NSFW)

A/N: Was not expecting the attention the last one got. I already had a part 2 in my head as soon as I posted it. Sorry if the writing is off! I'm a bit rusty. Enjoy!

MINORS DNI

Warnings: smut, teasing, light bondage(?), oral, creampie

Velvette's fashion show was ongoing. She somehow set you up to model one of her latest pieces as the grand finale. You liked to dress up but being in front of crowds that didn't involve killing made you nervous. "C'mon bitch! Are you ready?" She switches up your hair into a fitting updo, showing off your TV wire inspired earrings. "Oh Vox is going to love this one." To be honest, you did want to tease Vox a little bit to get back at him for spying on you. Valentino sneaked you into his office while he was asleep at his desk and you saw that most of the cameras were paused on you. "Did you really put on a whole show to fuck with him?" You asked, straightening out the skirt she had you put on, "And does this outfit have to be this short. You know I don't like showing off too much skin. Gives too much to look at." Your statement made Velvette and Valentino laugh, "Babe, with a body like that you should be showing off. It's almost a crime to keep them hidden." Val slaps your ass and pushed you towards the curtain, "You're almost up, knock Vox dead. Do that move I showed you too."

You rolled your eyes at them and walked away. Val looks down at Velvette, "$100 bucks if he short-circuits." She grinned, "$100 if he gets up and they fuck later." The two shook on their deal and walked around to get to their seats.

Vox didn't typically sit for Velvette's shows but you had asked him to show up because of a piece you said you wanted him to see. The two other Vees sit next to him, "You look like you're having the time of your life, Vox." Val teased. "Fuck off, if Y/N didn't ask me to be here, I wouldn't be. Where is she anyways? I would expect her to be here considering she wants me to see this piece so bad." Velvette gasps, "Wow. So you wouldn't even show up to my show if I told you to come? I'm so hurt." Her words filled with sarcasm. "Shut up. It's almost time for her part."

Vox blinked, "What? What do you mean he-" Her finger covered his mouth and Val moved his head to look at the stage, blowing out some smoke for "effect" as you make your way down the catwalk.

You donned a gorgeous off shoulder top that showed too much, or too little as Val would say, of your cleavage. A skin tight skirt that rode up a little bit as you walked the catwalk hugged your hips. Above your skirt, the strings of your thong (that Velvette insisted you wore) peeked over adding a little extra flair. And the best part? You were of course in Vox's signature colors. You did a spin showing off the outfit and scanned the crowd. Your eyes locked with Vox's and you smirked as you thought about what Val taught you hours before. You bent over in his direction, one hand on your knee and one hand on your hip. You spun on your red bottom heels and posed one last time for the cameras, looking at Vox before leaving him with a wink. You looked away as soon as you see his screen glitch, red liquid oozing from the side of his mouth.

After the show, you put on a mesh coat. Velvette came running at you with a hug, "You did wonderful! I knew you could nail that. Have you seen the ratings?" She whipped out her phone with an article raving about the latest show with you front and center of the pictures, "The people love you! And the sales are coming in." You smiled, happy that you impressed the fashion critic herself. "Glad I could make you proud, Velv." Claps came from behind you and you turn to see Valentino and Vox, walking side by side. "Amazing work, sweetie. You nailed the tit show." He smiled, giving you a hug as well. "Thanks Val. I would never have done that move if you didn't teach me the art of captivating an audience with my tits. You're the master." You elbowed the tall sex demon. "So, did you like the show Vox?" You looked up at him, trying to make the eye contact that he wasn't reciprocating. "Come on~ Did my tits glitch you out." You teased. He cleared his throat, finally making eye contact with you with his signature smile. "I already knew you were hot, baby. I love the color combo." He gives you a hug, whispering into your ear, "Did you do that on purpose to fuck with me?" "Pfff. Me? Why would I ever do such a thing?" You spin around and pulled Velvette close to you, arm over her shoulder, "Besides, I'm not the fashion genius here. She is." Velvette gave him a teasing look and laughed, "Oh I would never! You're reading too much into it. Now shoo, Y/N and I have an afterparty to go to!"

You weren't a fan of parties but Velvette insisted you come. Well, she bribed you with some drinks. You grab a glass of wine and walked out of the club to get a breath of fresh air. As you scrolled through your phone, you see from the corner of your eye a familiar red figure walking towards you. It was the radio demon himself, Alastor. "Alastor! Pleasure to be meeting you. Quite the pleasure!" He grabs your hand to shake it, "I've seen your influence around town from the latest fashion show put on by the overlord Velvette and might I say you're quite the stunning lady." He plants a kiss on the back of your hand. You had your guards up, this was Alastor. The demon that brought down overlords as soon as he manifested into hell. What the fuck could he want from you? "Thank you for the praise." You say as you pull your hand away from him, "What can I do for you, Alastor sir?" You back up slightly, taking steps back towards the entrance of the club hoping Velvette could see the predicament you're in. "Nothing too much. I just have a couple of...questions for you, my dear!" He grins menacingly, "You seem to be in close quarters with Vox, would you like to make a deal?" You scoff, "A deal? I'm not stupid. I'm not making a deal with you. What do you want?" "Would you like to go on a little outing with me?" "A what." "An outing! A gorgeous doll such as yourself must be exhausted having to deal with that annoyingly loud picture show." He was talking about Vox, "I could show you a better time. I can give you aid taking down all those who you wish if you permit me." Before you could answer, a glowing blue circle appears at your feet plunging you down to hell knows where. You land in Vox's lap, his face glitching with rage. "That fucker--Thank the seven rings I was watching around the club you were at." "Vox I-" "That little prick! I'll show him he shouldn't mess around with the Vees! That motherfucker-" "Vox." "-is lucky I wasn't there!" He chuckles, his one eye going crazy at the thought of Alastor hurting you. "Vox!" You yell, finally getting his attention. He seemed to have forgotten you were still in his lap in his fit of rage. He looks down at you, blushing a bit as you were still in the clothes from the fashion show. "Can you let me down please. Your little desk is cramped and I can't get myself off without getting tangled in your cords." Vox, in a panic, backs his chair up, a cord getting caught in one of the wheels and throwing you both back. He catches your head with his hand as to not hurt it. "Fuck. My bad. I was ju-" He cuts himself off noticing the position you're both in and the state of your clothes. He was on top of you and your top got yanked down a bit which meant your tits are now in full view. Not to mention the fact that you somehow got wrapped up in his cables. Him glitching at the sight of you made you smirk, "You like what you see? Or are you too angry at the radio demon talking to me to notice anything?" You cockily said before laughing, pulling your top up to put your tits away, "Now can you help me out of your cables, please?" Vox didn't move. He was frozen. You thought that maybe he short circuited. "Hello? Vox?" You place your hand on his screen, trying to knock him out of his daze, "Vox are you in the-" Before you could say another word he pins your wrist down above your head as he crashes his lips on yours. You melt against his, returning his affection. You taste a faint hint of mint on his tongue as he wraps it around yours, almost battling for a spot in your mouth.

When he pulls away, you were out of breath. You watch his eyes scan your body and take in the sight. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself to you. You just look...so hot right now." He says, taking his hand off of your wrists and trying to back up to free you. Your eyes wander and notice the bulge in his pants. A dirty thought crossing your mind. "If I look so hot, why don't you do something about it." You smirk up at him, gently guiding your knee over his bulge, sending shivers down his spine. "I'm stuck Vox, helpless under you. You really going to throw this golden opportunity away for both of us?" You teased. Vox composes himself and lets out a low chuckle, the antenna on his head letting out some sparks. "You've been driving me insane all day, babe." He speaks in a low tone, his voice turning you on. You feel around above you and grab the nearest cables and tangle your wrists in it, "Show me what you can do, Vox."

He didn't hesitate to undo his bowtie. He took off your top, tossing them to the side before lifting up your skirt. He was taken aback at the thongs you were wearing, they matched his shirt. "Did Velvette put this one on you too?" He asks as he caresses your inner thigh. You purr at his touch, "Mmm...No. Those ones are mine. I got them after your confession~" "You know how to drive me crazy." He slides your thongs off and lightly drags his finger over your slit, making you shiver in excitement. "Now it's my turn to drive you crazy." His blue tongue sticks out of his screen and goes straight into eating you out, relishing your taste. You suppress your moans as to not let anybody else hear. "Be loud, this room is soundproof."

His tongue enters you and swirls around, driving you as crazy as you've been driving him. You squirm in pleasure as the overlord feasts upon you, licking up all the juices. You feel a knot forming in your stomach, your face flushing in delight, "Ah. V-Vox." You moan out, "I-I'm gonna-" He doesn't stop one bit, if anything it seems like he sped up. The knot grew tighter and tighter until you came all over his face. He pulls away, grinning as he looks at your shaking body.

"Let's go somewhere, more comfortable for you." He untangles you with ease, besides your wrists, and teleports the two of you into his already locked bedroom. He plops you down on the bed before taking his pants off, his cock leaking pre-cum. You drool at the sight of his length, "Come here." You say, still a bit out of breath, as you get on your knees for him. "Giving me orders now?" He chuckles as he got closer to your face, his cock resting on your cheek, "Is this what you want, babe?" You look up at him with lust filled eyes before you take him into your mouth, tongue wrapping around his length as you your head up and down. He grabs your hair, making sure it stays out of your face as he looks down at you sucking him, "What a good girl," He purrs, caressing your cheek. You pick up your speed, eager to taste him. Vox grunts in pleasure, thrusting his hips as he pushed himself deeper into you, "Make sure you take every last drop." He grabs your head and starts fucking your face deeper as he gets closer. His cock twitched before letting a load down your throat. He pulls himself out of you, your lips making a pop as he did. You open your mouth to show him what was left, closing it to swallow and opening it back up again to show him that you didn't leave a single drop. He puts his hand under your chin, "Now ass up, sweetheart." You wasted no second getting into position for him. You've been dying to take his cock ever since he confessed to you. Ever since you found out he watched you on his screens. Ever since you laid eyes on him actually. "You're drenched, babe." He grins as he rubs his tip at your entrance, "Beg." You whine and wiggle your hips, trying to see if you can slide him in yourself. He grabbed your hips firmly, slapping your ass, "I said, BEG." he demanded. "Please Vox." "Please what?" He teased his tip, pushing just a little bit in, "What do you want? Speak up." "Please fuck me senseless, Vox. Please." You pleaded in desperation. He grabs your hair, pulling your head up closer so he can whisper in your ear, "Good girl." God the way his voice changes sent shockwaves through out your body.

He enters you slowly, "I'm going to make your entire body glitch the way you made me glitch." He was relentless. Torturing you almost. He picked up his speed and started pounding into you. You moaned in delight, enjoying how rough he was with you. "Faster, please Vox." Your request filled with pleasure, "Vox. Pl-please!" He slaps your ass in response, letting go of your hair and holding your head down on the bed, "Since you asked so nicely." He kept himself at a quick pace, taking in the sight of you drooling on his sheets. He pulls out of you to flip you over, you were about to whine but him suddenly filling you back up again stopped that quick.

Your walls tightened around him, "You're so tight. Are you gonna cum for me like a good girl?" Your brain was turning into mush, rendering you unable to form a real response. The only sounds coming from your mouth were ineligible slurred words and moans. "I'm going to fill you up as deep as I can. I'm making you mine." He growls, pinning your tied wrists above your head. He plants on your chest before licking your exposed chest. He leaves hickies all over your chest, marking this night on your body for only him to see. You feel the familiar knot forming in your stomach again and you're positive he can feel it too. He grunts as he thrusted into you with reckless abandon, pounding you senseless into his mattress.

"V-Vox. Pl-please." He kisses you with as much passion as he could give as you cum around his cock, tightening your walls so much you squeeze him dry as he released his fluids deep into you. The electricity crackled as soon as he came before everything powered down around you. He pulls away from you, resting his head on your neck as he tried to catch his breath. You can see the light emitting from his face flickering different colors.

He pulls out of you, his cum flowing out. He grabs a towel to clean you off as well as he was able to before cleaning himself off. He unties your wrist before plopping down next to you. You nuzzle up next to him. The city lights turn back on and the light seeped into his room. He seems to have kept the lights off in the room. You feel his arm wrap around you. You look up at him, hand resting on his chest.

"Was the teasing worth it or what?" You asked, giggling a little bit. "Hell yeah it did. I'm so glad I sat through the whole show just for you." He sighs contently, pulling you closer to him. "Will you run this entire hell with me, dear?"

"Gladly, Vox."

Valentino groans as he sends over $100 to Velvette. "You of all people should know he wasn't going to be able to pussy out this time." She grins.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Look, This is gonna be one of those things that sounds bad until you read the whole story. Please don't read the title and go to 'yta' without reading.

AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

Look, My brother ISNT trans. He likes to wear kilts and sew, Which is what kind of started all of this. My brother is NOT trans, He loves being a boy (trust me, I can hear him enjoying being a boy in his room all the time. Theres no way he'd wanna chop it off(I mean this as a joke I don't actually know how the surgery works), He's told me multiple times that being told by others what he likes is 'feminine' and 'girly' upsets him because he's proud of being a boy and doesn't like being called a girl. Its not because he hates girls or thinks less of them, He just does not like being called the wrong gender which I'm sure you want to be called the correct gender too.)

Anyways lets begin. I (16F) am my little brothers (15M) best friend, Basically. We grew up together and do everything together, Including sewing. I liked it when I was younger, And eventually convinced him to try it as well. He loved it, And we love just sitting together and making random crap we usually end up selling at our yearly garage sale. (Our mom makes us sell all our unneeded crap every year, But we aren't complaining when we make like $100 for it, Mom and dad even help us figure out what we actually wanna keep (we sometimes see old things and go 'Oh I could never get rid of this' and then throw it away))

Sorry for the rambling, But you'll see why some of this is important to know.

Basically, We were getting our shit together for the garage sale, And invited over a mutual friend of ours, Who I'll call uhhh Ley (16F). Shes kind of obsessed with the LGBTQ and loves to help people 'realize' they're gay or trans or non-binary. By this I mean she'll literally bully people she 'knows' is gay or trans by always telling them they are and spreading rumors about them saying they are. The way she 'knows' these things are from gut feelings. I thought maybe she needed friends who would be honest with her and tell her gently that it needed to stop. She stopped being so bad with it and we even convinced her to admit to the rumors she started being fake. We've known her for around 3 years now, And she's stopped doing it as aggressively for 2 of those years. She still makes jabs and 'jokes' saying things like "Oh thats so girly, Are you sure you're not trans?" and "Oh thats such a boy thing to do, Are you a lesbian?", Both quotes she's said to me and my brother less than a week ago. I am straight and cis, So is my brother. We have nothing against the lgbt, We just aren't apart of it. We support the lgbtq as much as possible (with my part time job I like to donate some of my paycheck towards point of pride so people who need the surgeries or binders can get them), And are very open about supporting them.

While we were cleaning out my brothers room and finding stuff to throw into the 'sell' box (we like to do precleaning before our parents help us, It makes everything faster and less work on the people trying to help), And Ley found my brothers kilt. She did a long exaggerated gasp, Looking at my brother.

"So, How long have you been trans? Why didn't you tell me?? I knew it the whole time!"

My brother tried to explain that it was a kilt for men, And he wasn't trans, But she kept interrupting him saying crap like 'you don't have to lie I know now' and 'Its nothing to be embarrassed about, I knew ever since you started to sew'. The last straw for me was when she continued not listening to him and started to ask about how he was gonna come out as school. I yelled at her to get out, That neither of us were gay, Neither of us are trans, And neither of us are apart of any of the lgbtq. We are allies and nothing more. She tried to argue that he had a 'skirt' which OBVIOUSLY meant he was trans, I basically screamed at her that she was a stupid know it all who made everyone who wasn't apart of the lgbtq's life hell because she made sure everyone knew them as someone they arent (I know, I shouldn't of brought up 2 years in the past) and that I was tired of her trying to force everyone to be in the LGBTQ when its just not realistic. Not everyone is gay or trans, Some people are cis and straight. She started crying and left, We haven't spoken in a few days but I think I'm justified. I'm tired of living my life being told I'm something I'm not, I'm tired of seeing it happen to my brother too.

My brother later thanked me for standing up for him, Telling me it made him really upset when she said those things. To cheer him up we watched his favorite movies and I made him his favorite dinner (mom and dad both work day jobs so we both make lunch and dinner)

And for those who are gonna say that allies are apart of the LGBTQ I strongly believe the A is for aro/ace. Being an ally isn't a gender or sexuality

(unless people identify using ally/allyself of course or whatever it is, I'm not quite sure how neos work or whatever but I love to see how creative people get with it and am happy it gives people who don't identify with any of the normalized(? Idk the correct term but yknow the man woman and nb) genders a chance to be who they actually are)

Extra info on why I think I could be the asshole: I feel like we might've been able to explain it if we got her to shut up for a minute, But she kept talking over us. I feel like I went too far by insulting her, And I feel like I might be TA because she's also autistic (so is my brother though, And I have ADHD).

Why I think I'm NTA: My brother is really quiet and doesn't really defend himself often. He doesn't really know how to stand up for himself and is 'easy' to talk over (soft spoken, Quiet talking voice and nonconfrontational) which is why I believe I had to step in in his place, And I don't believe I did anything wrong defending my brother and making her stop calling him what hes not.

Anyways. AITA for yelling at our friend that my brother isn't trans?

To see later: PINK PANTHER

What are these acronyms?

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Plushies 4 - Teddy

Joel Miller x F!Reader - Yet ANOTHER plushie fic, follows Cluster

Plushies Series Masterlist

Can be read as standalone

Summary: Joel buys you two toys: a giant teddy bear from Costco. And a strap-on dildo.

Warnings: omg where to begin- stuffed animal masturbation, stuffed animal fucking, humping, 69-ing a stuffed bear, sucking dildo, dildo riding, anal play, anal sex, double penetration, pet names, daddy kink, slight cuck!Joel behavior, pussy slapping, finger fucking, vaginal fluids, language, Joel's plush obsession gone too far

18+ ONLY

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He's shopping in Costco when he sees the absolute behemoth of a Teddy Bear. Standing 7 feet tall, 75 pound of cotton belly, AND $100 off? Joel stares up at the thing and instantly knows he needs to get it for his girl. He doesn't care how ridiculous he looks lugging it into the shopping cart, women in the store eying him curiously as he checks out, and the jealous stares of children in the parking lot as hauls it in bed of the truck and speeds off home.

It just needs one more accessory and then it will be perfect.

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Joel swipes his arm over the neatly made bed of squishmellows, not thinking twice as they clutter to the ground. He fetches big Teddy over his shoulder and slams its soft booty on the bed. The thing practically takes up the entire surface.

He hears you putting your purse and keys down on the counter in the kitchen. Quickly, he fashions his accessory to the bear before stepping away right as you open the door and are surprised to see him.

And a big fucking teddy bear on your bed.

"Joel! Oh my god!" You squeal giddily.

"You like it? This is Teddy's big brother. Like me"

"So the teddy you bought me for Valentine's day and I've buried in my pussy is...Tommy?"

Joel's hand twitches by his side as he stares at the bear. "Ok, This is Papi Teddy instead."

You kiss him on the cheek before jumping on the bed, legs spread like a starfish to latch yourself to the side. Joel laughs at how small you are compared to the monster. You wrap yourself around its side and smush your face into its dark soft curls, running your hands all over its body thinking about how Joel's hair is just as fluffy.

You go to sit in its lap to make Joel take a pic when you pause, noticing the hard thing between its chubby thighs.

"Joel. Why does this teddy have a strap on dildo?"

"Because he's a mature Teddy, baby."

Why can't I just have a normal fucking boyfriend who punches my stuffed animals' faces, you think to yourself.

"You spent $500 on a giant bear just so I could fuck it?"

"No. Of course not!" He exclaimed, hands on his hips. "It was on sale for $399."

"How much was the strap on?"

"... ok that was $79 with $20 shipping. Anyway, since you wanna fuck it so bad, go ahead. I didnt say shit. How did I end up with such a horny little girl?"

Sometimes you just wanted to slap him in his smug face.

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Being such a hornly little girl (with your equally perverted boyfriend) is exactly how you found yourself in your current position, wearing cute lacy lingerie and bent over the enormous leg of the teddy bear, hand wrapped around it's silicon pink cock as you took it in and out of your mouth.

"Look so good swallowing Teddy's cock." Joel says. He sat in the chair opposite of the bed and watched you, leaning forward to get every detail of the way you slobbered all over it. "Like it when ya make a mess like that."

You hummed contently, bobbing your head to suck on the tip, giving Joel the show he wanted. It was like being front seat to his own private porno. He's been resisting touching himself, his bulge pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

You pussy throbbs with need at the scene, the pink jeweled plug Joel had placed in your rear twitching each time you felt the tip of the cock gag your throat.

"Straddle his face baby. Let Teddy get a taste of that pussy." You do as he says, pulling your lips off of him to position yourself reverse cowgirl on the enormous plush. Your thigh swings over his massive head, pressing your hips down.

"Oooooohhhhhhh, fuck Joel," you moan when his giant snout makes contact with your clit, mounting it like a horse.

"Not me, princess. Tell 'im."

"Ahhhh, OH , oh God teddy. Love riding your f-face."

Joel humms in content, watching you arch your back with each grind against the plush. "Get back to swallowin that cock with those pretty lips. Show him what a real fuckin nasty girl you are."

You push your hair back with one hand and grab the base of dildo with the other, wrapping your lips around the tip before inching it deeper. Your hips continued to hump the bears face, his massive nose parting your thong, through your folds. A guilty wetness smears against the fluff, its curls darkening to Joel's likeness from your juices.

"Yeahhh, oh baby, you should see yourself right now. Gagging on a big fuckin bear cock. My slutty little whore. Takin it so deep—yeah thats it— all the way. Put 'im in your throat."

You gagg around the plastic, holding your head there as your eyes squeeze shut. You knew Joel loved the feeling, so letting him watch it from another perspective would drive him crazy. You pull away and sucked a breath of air before going to jerk the cock with the copious amounts of saliva you had coated on it. Drool hangs out of your mouth, dripping to your tits and onto the plush but you didn't care. Not when the satisfying grind against Teddy's face brought you closer and closer.

"Wanna cum on Teddy's face, Daddy," you moan, putting the tip back in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks as your hips moved faster.

"Bet Teddy would love it. Do it, rub your slutty cunt all over his face."

Your pace slows with a long whine, eyes closing as your moan around the cock while cumming.

"Fuck, that's so fucking hot, baby. You're a goddamn dream, ya know that?" He groans, leaning back and pressing his palm to his crotch to finally put some pressure on his tented dick.

Your orgasm had barely finished before you were picking up speed again, humping your Teddy's face with your fresh arousal. Your hole twitched against the anal plug. "Daddy, need you to take care of me."

"Ah uh. Teddy might not be able to cum in you like I can but his cock still needs some lovin' from that tight pussy of yours." Joel stands and walks close to the bed, no shame in rubbing his cock through his pants. You whine at the sight, rubbing your pussy faster.

"You makin' a mess over here yet?"

You proudly lay back from Teddy's face and spread your legs, showcasing the large wet area on the stuffed animals face and the equally dripping arousal between your legs, swirling your clit with your fingertip and moaning loudly.

Joel ran his thigh hands through the matted wet fur of the bears face. "Fuck yeah, good girl, good fucking girl." His other hand finds your puffy pussy, smacking your finger away as he drove two thick digits into your wet heat. He finger fucks you aggressively, marveling at your juices splashing against your thigh and down Teddy's forehead. "God damn, got me my own little pornstar."

You throw your head back, clawing to keep your own legs parted as he works your oversensitive spot over. He presses downward, feeling the bulge of the plug through your vaginal walls. Your juices leak down to the jewel, generously coating your puckered hole.

He quickly withdraws his finger, tugging at his button and zipper with a renewed sense of pace. "Get on that dildo and ride your new teddy bear."

Joel moves away to stand close to the bed as you flipp your leg around to straddle the plush's belly. You inch your hips lower, wiggling them slightly to entice Joel. He platfully slaps your ass, making you giggle. Your hand wrapping around the width of the cock to line up at your entrance.

A high pitched moan escapes your lips as you sunk down on the toy all the way to the base in one motion. Your lips find Teddy's nose as you adjust to the girth inside you, kissing it and tasting the remnets of your slick.

"Fuck me, princess," Joel coos, running his hand over the length of your back soothingly. You look stunning like this, the most gorgeous thing he'd ever seen. Is this what you always look like while riding his dick?

Gently yet sternly, you feel the pressure of his palm against your back, gliding along each ridge of your spin, urging you to move up and down on the dildo. You set off a slow pace, hands fisting the fluffy chest of your new Teddy friend, slick walls clamping down on both toys buried deep inside you. The plug in your ass occasionally nudged the tip of the dildo, making you whine. You felt very full, but not entirely too much. It was just perfect.

"How's Teddy's cock feel in your tight little snatch?" Joel guides your movements into a faster pace, now bouncing on the cock, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Fuck, Teddy, feels so good inside me, fills me up so full." You glance at Joel who's licking his lips down at you. "Not as full as my Daddy's cock makes me feel," you add, smiling and biting your lip.

His lips clash against yours at the confession. Suddenly you feel your bralette being ripped off your chest. "Joel—" Your protest muffled by his incessant mouth, biting at your lips and sucking your tongue. You couldn't help but grind faster on the bear while Joel's fingers tweak your bare nipples and cup your swaying tits.

His other hand trails down your spine, swatting your ass. He tugs the thin fabric of the thong over your crack, pressing the anal plug further imside you. You keen into his mouth, tongue swiping his. His fingers honing on your hole, tapping it to remind you of its presence. He slinks further down to where you and Teddy's cock are joined together, your slick pouring down and staining the fluff below.

He feels your wetness at where your folds part to accommodate the pink length inside you. Hand now slick with your arousal, he inches back up to the plug, pressing it further inside you.

You gasp, breaking your heated kiss. "D-daddy, oh fuck... please," you cried, leaning forward, desperate to escape his pressure.

"You want me here?"

You nod, drunk on the need to cum again.

"Cum on Teddy's dick first."

You nod hazily again, arms propping you further up to recapture Joel's lips as he used the plug, tugging and pushing it inside your ass. Your hips move faster, now bouncing on your knees to get the tip of the cock to tap your g-spot inside. Joel loves how good you are at riding, always seeking your pleasure, knowing the exact angles to get yourself to cum.

Joel's fingers wrap around the exterior of the plug and pulls the base expanding around your hole and pulling it out. You cried out in ecstacy. "TEDDY oh—fu-fuuuccckk, s'good oh shit! M'cummin'—cumming on Teddy's cock! Yesyesyes, ughhh—teddyteddyteddyteddy—" you chant, cumming hard on the dildo, arms giving way as you crashed down on Teddy's chest, pussy grinding down against the plush surroundings as you floated in your orgasm.

Joel wastes no time, mounting you from behind, one knee pressing into the mattress with his foot planted directly next to the plush bear foot. You yelp as Joel pushes your body fully flush against the bear, the dildo sinking deeper into your cunt. "Hold on to Teddy, baby."

Your arms wrap around Teddy's middle. You felt a gob of slimy liquid fall directly on your puckered hole, gaping as it swallowes down Joel's spit. His hand spread your ass to watch it twitch, rubbing the tip of his cock to smear it all over, dipping inside ever so slightly before retreating, prepping you.

"Obedient little bitch in heat, just begging to get stuffed full of cock tonight. Gonna take both our dicks at the same time?"

You whine in the bears fluffy chest, wiggling your hips in the air to entice Joel's movements into action.

He lines the tip of his cock against your pulsing little hole before pushing in just the tip, your muffled moans being swallowed by the plush below you.

"So fuckin' tight, babygirl. Holy shit. Never gonna get used to this perfect little ass," He groans, eyes fluttering at the squeeze of your walls struggling to accommodate his length. While the dildo buries in your pussy was generously sized, it was nothing compared to Joel's girth and length, practically splitting you in half.

Teeth clenching into the fluff fabric, you swallow down a cry as Joel's hips inched further, invading your guts.

Joel let out a pained breath as he bottoms out inside your ass. "Fuck, princess. How you feelin'?"

"S-so-so f-mm-fuullll."

He leaned over your body, pressing his cock further into you, his belly slotting perfectly along your arched back. He brushes your hair away from your face to kiss your cheek.

God, you loved this man so fucking much.

He sits back up, aggressive hands seaking your waist as set a brutal pace, hips rutting into the fat of your cheeks.

Nevermind, fuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoelfuckJoel—

You were trapped between the giant head of the bear and Joel's incessant pounding. Each drive of his hips push you down further into Teddy's softness, the dildo inside you plunging deeper, rubbing against the inside of your belly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, tongue out panting like a dog, arms wrapped so tightly around the plush as you held on for dear life.

"So fuckin' good, oh my Fuck, you're an angel. Just a doll, takin' my cock like this. Getting fucked by your Daddy and your Teddy too—FUCK—sweetest little cunt and ass, my perfect little cock slut, so amazing, 'm so lucky, love ruinin' this ass—holy s-shit!"

The combined fullness of the dildo and Joel's cock inside you rubbed all the deepest, desperate parts inside you, filling you to the brim over and over again. Both cocks rubbing against your walls, their tips nudging, lengths pressing against each other through the membrane. You could feel a drop of Joel's sweat trickle down your back, his harsh almost pained breaths filling the room along side the obscene slapping of his hips against yours.

"You like this? Like getting pounded like the little whore you are?"

"Yes,yesyes holy fuck Daddy yes! Love getting railed by your big cock in my ass, Teddy deep in my pussy—oh fuck Joel 'm cumming!"

You clenched around both Joel's and Teddy's length as you came, screaming into air, uncontrollable shaking as you hump and grind your clit into the soft plush under you, tits pressing against its fullness.

Joel's fingernails dig painfully into the sides of your hips, stuttering his pace as the feeling of you clamping down on him. Brows furrowed, he let out a pained and long growl as he stills completely, cock pulsing, dumping a massive load of his seed deep inside you.

He slips his softening cock out of you carefully before collapsing on top of your sweaty back, sandwiching you between him and the bear.

"I love you," he whispers right into your ear, only for you.

-

Afterwards, Joel cleaned you up with a warm towel, leaving you sprawled arms and legs draped over the bear in the same position he fucked you in, exhaustion preventing you from doing anything other than wince when Joel slipped the silicon cock out of you. He showered you in praise and sweet kisses all over your body, cradling you to lie on your back as he removed the soaked Teddy bear from the bed. He climbed into the sheet with you, after having tossed a few more plushies around your body to surround you in extra softness.

You slept for a few hours. When you awoke, your eyes adjusted the blurriness to see Joel luing next to you on his back, a squishy sitting on his chest as he playfully tilted it to brush again his nose, staring at it with a straight face.

"That one's cute. You wanna take him home?" You asked curiously.

"Well, I mean Kitty is there all by herself on my big bed, could use a friend..." he mumbled, not totally aware that you were watching him eye your stuffed animals on the bed. "Or that's the shit you'd say, right?" He added quickly.

You playfully pout with him, trying to hold a giggle. "He does need a friend..." You said, hoping to encourage this newfound softness of the man you love.

Joel nodded briefly before pausing his fiddling. "Kitty's a he?"

- -

Extended scene:

"Nah uh, I read all cats are girlies on the little machine at The Olive Garden."

"The what?"

"The little tablet thing at Chili's? Says all cats are ladies."

"You mean the true or false quiz that says: Calico cats are almost all female?"

"Yeah 'ats that one."

"That's ONE breed of Kitty Joel."

"I'd like to breed your kitty."

"I can't take you anywhere."

- - - -

Next: Piggy

Or more Teddy special

[mournings-stars]

so lute and velvette… opinions on what they would like to receive as gifts? 👀

OHHH OK i got carried away and did how theyd react to gifts but trust i followed the prompt at first

so lute doesn’t like gifts (this is a lie). if you get her anything she’ll just throw it away (she will treasure that shit til the day she dies). just dont get her a work-related gift and she’ll love it forever

velvette on the other hand loves gifts — she expects them and you know it’d be a death wish to get her anything related to her work — even if its shallow, she’d rather have that because something work related feels undermining

say you get lute flowers? she’ll appreciate them in private because no one ever gets her anything, and she doesn’t know when she’ll get a spontaneous “they made me think of you” gift again

get velvette flowers? that woman is expecting flowers with every gift you give her because flowers can’t be a gift again silly, now they’re just common courtesy

but don’t worry, velvette is gushing about you all over social media because you meet her expectations so well — she posts things like “never settle for less” and its more and more every time

lute is discreet about her fawning. rather than broadcasting her appreciation, she’ll find herself staring at the flowers she’s been keeping healthy with fresh trims and water whenever it was needed and thinking she should probably do something to show her gratitude — so that you weren’t just giving her something unwarranted ofc. not because she wanted you to start giving each other gifts

of course that would be exactly what happens

i don’t think velvette would put too much effort into getting you a gift, like shes not thinking about what you might like in return or anything, but if she sees something you’ll like?? (and she knows what you like) best believe she’s getting that no mater the price

and vel is not the type to take off price tags. not because she wants you to feel bad about her spending so much money, but because she wants you and everyone else to know that she’s going to do everything possible to keep you happy, so that price tag going on her story with a casual “anything for my baby”, is 1000% percent a threat to the world

i have half a mind to think she makes sure to buy you the most obscenely expensive things when you’re not there to object and tells you it was final sale, but “it’s okay, love, we’ll go and get you something else, yeah?” and thats how she gets you because she knows you love her gifts, and she will be getting you more

with lute, you’d definitely be the one buying things on a whim. however, she would make you return things that were too pricey, only to find something she’d want to get you — conveniently she’d forget to check the tag, or she’ll talk to the shop owner until she got the price down

“what about this?” she’d ask when she saw something she wanted to get you, and you’d have to ask her whether it was for you her her. she’d lie, obviously, and end up finding a way to give it to you in the future

lute would also tell you not to get her anything then be walking with adam down the promenade and tell you to “catch” as she tossed you something she got for you

and that girl is 100% watching to see you fawn over it, smiling when she sees how excited you are only to be pulled out of it by you coming back to give her something in return because you just knew if she told you not to get anything, that meant she got you something. like it’s basically a competition at this point and she counts that as a loss — and lute does not lose

velvette, on the other hand? not a competition; she’s winning either way. she has a partner who gets her gifts that meet her expectations, and she has a partner she can give gifts that meet her expectations

but lute’s competitiveness about gifts is hot so who’s really winning…

[hussyknee]

Jesus is Under the Rubble

“This Advent, while global Christians prepare to commemorate the arrival of the Prince of Peace, our Palestinian kin in Gaza suffer unthinkable violence. Their cries of deliverance, echoing those of two millennia ago, seem to be falling unheard on the United States.”

— by Kelly Latimore icons. All proceeds from sales of this digital image will go toward Red Letter Christians trusted partners in Gaza.

Transcript: Christ in the Rubble A Liturgy of Lament Rev. Dr. Munther Isaac Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church Bethlehem Saturday, December 23rd, 2023 We are angry…

We are broken…

This should have been a time of joy; instead, we are mourning. We are fearful.

Twenty thousand killed. Thousands under the rubble still. Close to 9,000 children killed in the most brutal ways. Day after day after day. 1.9 million displaced! Hundreds of thousands of homes were destroyed. Gaza as we know it no longer exists. This is an annihilation. A genocide.

The world is watching; Churches are watching. Gazans are sending live images of their own execution. Maybe the world cares? But it goes on.

We are asking, could this be our fate in Bethlehem? In Ramallah? In Jenin? Is this our destiny too?

We are tormented by the silence of the world. Leaders of the so-called “free” lined up one after the other to give the green light for this genocide against a captive population. They gave the cover. Not only did they make sure to pay the bill in advance, they veiled the truth and context, providing political cover. And, yet another layer has been added: the theological cover with the Western Church stepping into the spotlight.

The South African Church taught us the concept of “The state theology,” defined as “the theological justification of the status quo with its racism, capitalism and totalitarianism.” It does so by misusing theological concepts and biblical texts for its own political purposes.

Here in Palestine, the Bible is weaponized against our very own sacred text. In our terminology in Palestine, we speak of the Empire. Here we confront the theology of the Empire. A disguise for superiority, supremacy, “chosenness,” and entitlement. It is sometimes given a nice cover using words like mission and evangelism, fulfillment of prophecy, and spreading freedom and liberty. The theology of the Empire becomes a powerful tool to mask oppression under the cloak of divine sanction. It divides people into “us” and “them.” It dehumanizes and demonizes. It speaks of land without people even when they know the land has people – and not just any people. It calls for emptying Gaza, just like it called the ethnic cleansing in 1948 “a divine miracle.” It calls for us Palestinians to go to Egypt, maybe Jordan, or why not just the sea?

“Lord, do you want us to command fire to come down from heaven and consume them?” they said of us. This is the theology of Empire.

This war has confirmed to us that the world does not see us as equal. Maybe it is the color of our skin. Maybe it is because we are on the wrong side of the political equation. Even our kinship in Christ did not shield us. As they said, if it takes killing 100 Palestinians to get a single “Hamas militant” then so be it! We are not humans in their eyes. (But in God’s eyes… no one can tell us we are not!)

The hypocrisy and racism of the Western world is transparent and appalling! They always take the words of Palestinians with suspicion and qualification. No, we are not treated equally. Yet, the other side, despite a clear track record of misinformation, is almost always deemed infallible!

To our European friends. I never ever want to hear you lecture us on human rights or international law again. We are not white— it does not apply to us according to your own logic.

In this war, the many Christians in the Western world made sure the Empire has the theology needed. It is self-defense, we were told! (And I ask: how?)

In the shadow of the Empire, they turned the colonizer into the victim, and the colonized into the aggressor. Have we forgotten that the state was built on the ruins of the towns and villages of those very same Gazans?

We are outraged by the complicity of the church. Let it be clear: Silence is complicity, and empty calls for peace without a ceasefire and end to occupation, and the shallow words of empathy without direct action— are all under the banner of complicity. So here is my message: Gaza today has become the moral compass of the world. Gaza was hell on earth before October 7th.

If you are not appalled by what is happening; if you are not shaken to your core— there is something wrong with your humanity. If we, as Christians, are not outraged by this genocide, by the weaponizing of the Bible to justify it, there is something wrong with our Christian witness, and compromising the credibility of the Gospel!

If you fail to call this a genocide. It is on you. It is a sin and a darkness you willingly embrace.

Some have not even called for a ceasefire.

I feel sorry for you. We will be okay. Despite the immense blow we have endured, we will recover. We will rise and stand up again from the midst of destruction, as we have always done as Palestinians, although this is by far the biggest blow we have received in a long time.

But again, for those who are complicit, I feel sorry for you. Will you ever recover from this?

Your charity, your words of shock AFTER the genocide, won’t make a difference. Words of regret will not suffice for you. We will not accept your apology after the genocide. What has been done, has been done. I want you to look at the mirror… and ask: where was I?

To our friends who are here with us: You have left your families and churches to be with us. You embody the term accompaniment— a costly solidarity. “We were in prison and you visited us.” What a stark difference from the silence and complicity of others. Your presence here is the meaning of solidarity. Your visit has already left an impression that will never be taken from us. Through you, God has spoken to us that “we are not forsaken.” As Father Rami of the Catholic Church said this morning, you have come to Bethlehem, and like the Magi, you brought gifts with, but gifts that are more precious than gold, frankincense, and myrrh. You brought the gift of love and solidarity.

We needed this. For this season, maybe more than anything, we were troubled by the silence of God. In these last two months, the Psalms of lament have become a precious companion. We cried out: My God, My God, why have you forsaken Gaza? Why do you hide your face from Gaza?

In our pain, anguish, and lament, we have searched for God, and found him under the rubble in Gaza. Jesus became the victim of the very same violence of the Empire. He was tortured. Crucified. He bled out as others watched. He was killed and cried out in pain— My God, where are you?

In Gaza today, God is under the rubble.

And in this Christmas season, as we search for Jesus, he is to be found not on the side of Rome, but our side of the wall. In a cave, with a simple family. Vulnerable. Barely, and miraculously surviving a massacre. Among a refugee family. This is where Jesus is found.

If Jesus were to be born today, he would be born under the rubble in Gaza. When we glorify pride and richness, Jesus is under the rubble.

When we rely on power, might, and weapons, Jesus is under the rubble.

When we justify, rationalize, and theologize the bombing of children, Jesus is under the rubble.

Jesus is under the rubble. This is his manger. He is at home with the marginalized, the suffering, the oppressed, and displaced. This is his manger.

I have been looking, contemplating on this iconic image….God with us, precisely in this way. THIS is the incarnation. Messy. Bloody. Poverty.

This child is our hope and inspiration. We look and see him in every child killed and pulled from under the rubble. While the world continues to reject the children of Gaza, Jesus says: “just as you did it to one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did it to me.” “You did to ME.” Jesus not only calls them his own, he is them!

We look at the holy family and see them in every family displaced and wandering, now homeless in despair. While the world discusses the fate of the people of Gaza as if they are unwanted boxes in a garage, God in the Christmas narrative shares in their fate; He walks with them and calls them his own.

This manger is about resilience— صمود. The resilience of Jesus is in his meekness; weakness, and vulnerability. The majesty of the incarnation lies in its solidarity with the marginalized. Resilience because this very same child, rose up from the midst of pain, destruction, darkness and death to challenge empires; to speak truth to power and deliver an everlasting victory over death and darkness.

This is Christmas today in Palestine and this is the Christmas message. It is not about Santa, trees, gifts, lights… etc. My goodness how we twisted the meaning of Christmas. How we have commercialized Christmas. I was in the USA last month, the first Monday after Thanksgiving, and I was amazed by the amount of Christmas decorations and lights, all the and commercial goods. I couldn’t help but think: They send us bombs, while celebrating Christmas in their land. They sing about the prince of peace in their land, while playing the drum of war in our land.

Christmas in Bethlehem, the birthplace of Jesus, is this manger. This is our message to the world today. It is a Gospel message, a true and authentic Christmas message, about the God who did not stay silent, but said his word, and his Word is Jesus. Born among the occupied and marginalized. He is in solidarity with us in our pain and brokenness.

This manger is our message to the world today – and it is simply this: this genocide must stop NOW. Let us repeat to the world: STOP this Genocide NOW.

This is our call. This is our plea. This is our prayer. Hear oh God. Amen.

(Source)

I found these on Twitter a while ago. Original creator unknown.

I can't stop you ascribing hateful, paranoid meanings to these images, but they're not about blaming religions. Jesus was a Jew born to a community of Jews in Palestine, the cradle of the Abrahamic faiths. He was raised and loved by them, betrayed by their rulers* and killed by Romans. He's a Prophet of Islam. End of.

*Y'know, like how the people of the Arab and Muslim nations love Palestine and crying to help them, except their leaders are greedy and rotted to the core. The ruling class will always only serve the empire.

Edit: alt text provided by @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters

[janeyseymour]

Dancing On My Own (Tiesto Remix)

Summary: You're a Cowboys fan in Eagles territory. Melissa finds out.

WC: ~2.05k

You have a secret- a deep, dark secret that you never ever want your fiery, die hard Eagles fan girlfriend to find out. You’re terrified of what will happen if she does. You’re a Dallas Cowboys fan. Okay, so maybe you were a second-hand Cowboys fan, but your dad bought you one of the jerseys because he absolutely adores them. And when you go home to Texas (how you ended up in the one state, one city that hates Dallas more than anything, you’ll never know), your dad always drags you to a game.

Upon moving to Philly, you took down every indication that you would ever associate yourself with the team that the Eagles love to hate. You couldn’t risk becoming an outcast before you even start your new life here.

And it did you good. You somehow land in the heart of the city, and you work for a school that absolutely bleeds Philadelphia. The principal adores the Eagles, Mr. Johnson is constantly yelling ‘Go Birds!’, Janine has a few trinkets in her room for each of the Philly Sports teams… even Gregory has come around to love Gritty. And then there’s Melissa Schemmenti. She’s had to go to court for throwing a corn cob at Ben Simmons when he pissed her off, she has ins with those who worked the demolition at the Linc,  she’s a season ticket holder for the Phillies and the Eagles… and she absolutely detests the Cowboys- more than most Eagles fans too. She’s gotten into more trouble for heckling the Dallas team than she’s willing to admit- knocking over portapotties when Cowboys fans are in them, throwing Philly cheesesteaks, hurling eggs and Molotov cocktails at the bus. 

And yet, she’s your girlfriend. How? You’re nearly perfect. You’re smart, you’re funny, you can sing and play instruments to make her swoon, you’re a wonderful teacher and great with the kids, and you’re more than easy on the eyes. And that was what she knew of you before she fell madly in love with you. 

With the season coming up, your girlfriend is more than excited. She’s been waiting for the season tickets to go on sale, but even then… if she doesn’t get them the legal way, she knows a guy.

She does end up getting them. Of course she does. And as soon as she does, she’s coming into the teachers lounge doing her happy dance and making her way over to you. She kisses you soundly before proclaiming that she is 100% taking you to an Eagles game.

“And,” she notes. “I’m gonna make sure it’s a good one… Eagles versus the fuckin’ Cowgirls! Go birds!”

She’s met with a chorus of ‘Go birds!’ right back, but you stay quiet.

She turns to you with a curious look, amused grin now gone. “Babe, aren’t you excited?!”

You shrug. “I just… haven’t ever really been into football?” you offer weakly.

“Well, I’m gonna make sure that you have a great time there. I’m gonna get you an Eagles jersey, a Jalen Hurts one, and you’re gonna have the damn time of your life!”

Again, you shrug your shoulders, looking unsure.

“Aye, if she ain’t gonna use the ticket for good, I’m right here!” Mr. Johnson points to himself. “You know we’ll have a good time.”

“Nah, Mr. J,” your girlfriend rolls her eyes. “I’m taking Y/N, and she’s gonna leave the Linc a die hard Eagles fan, right?” She looks at you in a way that tells you there’s no convincing her otherwise unless you want to out yourself right now as a fan of the Cowboys.

You just nod, knowing you can’t have this conversation in public- you do not want to be shunned by the rest of your coworkers. You could potentially lose this job; Ava has fired people for less despite the fact that she really couldn’t afford to fire them and that’s why both you and Melissa are teaching two different grades at a time.

That’s the end of that conversation.

Until she comes over to your apartment that night, ready to cook dinner for you and stay over. 

“You gonna tell me why you got so weird about going to a football game with me? Is it because we might see our students at the game?” she asks. “Because if it is, I promise you… you know Philly is pretty cool about LGBT stuff.”

“I know, I know,” you say softly. “I’ve just… could we go to a baseball game instead?” You never pledged your allegiance to any baseball team, so you would be willing to wear a Harper or Nola jersey.

“I mean, I could get us tickets to a game,” she tells you as she puts the meat into the pan to start cooking. “But I really love football and the Eagles, and that’s something I want to share with you.”

“Does it have to be a game with the Cowboys?” you ask.

She turns to you at that. “Those are the best games.”

“I-” you sigh. Deciding to just rip off the bandaid, you take off the Abbott sweatshirt that you’re wearing to reveal the Day Prescott jersey your dad had given you the last time you visited your hometown. 

Her jaw drops, and her eyes fill with a fire. “When the fuck were you gonna tell me that you were the enemy?” she seethes.

“Mel,” you say softly, trying to calm her down.

“Don’t ‘Mel’ me right now,” the redhead hisses. “What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!”

“Melissa, honey,” you continue. “Please-”

“I- no,” she stops you from getting any closer to her when you attempt. “Don’t. Don’t you even fucking dare.”

She’s out of your house before you can say anything else, and the only thing that you can hear is the flank steak sizzling quietly in the pan on the stove.

When you get to school the next day, you head straight for her room to try to talk to her again.

“Melissa,” you knock on the door, a cup of her favorite coffee in your hands as a peace offering.

“No.”

You set the warm drink on her desk, which she promptly smacks into the garbage can under her desk. She stands hastily and storms out of the room in the direction of the staff room.

“Melissa, please!” you beg as you chase after her. “Please!”

“I have nothing to say to you,” she hisses as she rips her arm away from you when you catch her gently. She storms into the break room and heads right for the coffee mugs.

“Please!” your voice cracks, and everyone that is already gathered there turns at the commotion.

“Ooh,” Ava says. “Trouble in paradise. Spill.”

“This one-” your girlfriend, if she even still is after your reveal last night, points to you and looks at you with disgust. “-is a Cowgirls fan, and decided not to let me know until last night!”

“Boo!” Mr. Johnson heckles you. You give him a nearly murderous look.

“Just let me explain!” you plead.

“You have nothin’ to explain! You’re a traitor!” the redhead barks at you before turning back to the mugs. She slams the door as she closes it, slams her coffee mug down on the counter, and storms her way to her seat next to Barbara. She makes it so that there is absolutely no way you could sit next to her.

All eyes are on you, and you hate it. So you do what you know how to do: run.

You avoid the second grade teacher at all possible costs for the next few days, giving her the chance to cool down. Finally, at the end of the week, you attempt to talk to her.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she huffs. She doesn’t even bother looking up from her nails. She doesn’t even give you the chance to explain yourself. “I ain’t dating no Cowgirl.”

You cry the entire way home. You lost your girlfriend, and all because of some stupid football team.

You call your father that night, a sobbing mess.

“You were dating an Eagles fan?!”

“Dad,” you cry. “Please. I don’t- I just need you to tell me that it’s all going to be okay.”

“It is,” he promises you. “But, seriously?”

You hang up on him.

He calls back a few minutes later, apologizing for his words. You forgive him of course. You love your father more than anything. 

“If you really love her, you’ll get her back… even if it means you betray our team,” he tells you.

“R-really?” you whisper.

“You’re in Philly now,” your dad sighs softly. “If you can’t beat ‘em, and the lord knows you can’t because no one can beat Philly fans, join ‘em.”

That’s all you need to hear to know what you’re going to do. “Thank you, Dad.”

“Of course, kiddo. Just know that when you come home to visit, you are back on my team.”

“I know,” you chuckle through your tears. “But if I bring Mel back home, there is to be absolutely no football talk.”

“Deal,” he laughs. “I’m not trying to get our house lit on fire.”

You thank him again, tell him you love him and hang up. 

That weekend, you go out and buy a bunch of Philadelphia sports apparel; your credit card statement this month is going to be a doozy. But if it means you’ll get Melissa back, it’ll be worth it.

On Monday, you show up in your baseball gear, rooting for the Phillies as they play against the Cincinnati Twins. It gets the redhead’s attention, just slightly. But she turns her head when you look in her direction.

You wear your Flyers gear the next day. That gets Gregory’s attention.

The Sixers are the next. Janine grins.

You had even bought a Philadelphia Union jersey that you wear on Thursday. Jacob tells you how massively underrated they are and that he thinks they deserve to have a bigger following.

When you come in on Friday, not clad in Eagles gear like Melissa thought you would be, that is the final straw for her. She has you backed into a corner telling you that you can pretend to bleed Philly all you want, but at the end of the day you’re just a traitor.

You let her get up in your face, red with anger. You know that you didn’t wear it because you’re saving it for Monday- when they play.

You actually managed to get a ticket to the game, one next to hers- not that she knows it. You thank Barbara profusely when she’s able to get you the name of Melissa’s guy and where her tickets for this game are. Your plan is to show up in your new Jalen Hurts jersey that you spent a fortune on and win her back. You don’t want to lose her. Never. 

You race home after school to change out of your green shirt that you wore to school and into your Hurts jersey and a pair of leggings. You grab the baseball cap that you bought and pop it on your head before heading out to your car.

You park your car for the ridiculous amount of money they’re charging before going to find your seat. 

As you approach though, you see someone new with Melissa- someone you’ve never seen before. She has an arm around the woman’s waist like the way she used to hold you. You convince yourself it’s just a friend and continue on your way to your seat. But then she plants a kiss to the new woman’s lips, and your world shatters.

You might be at a football game, but you should be at a Phillies game with their unofficial anthem playing.

I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, oh no

And I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Oh no

And I'm giving it my all

But I'm not the guy you're taking home, ooh

I keep dancing on my own

So far away, but still so near

The lights come on, the music dies

But you don't see me standing here