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foreversecrets · 2 years ago

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Cuddle Struggle Chapter 1

Lloyd Hansen x OC (Megan Montgomery)

Summary: Everything her life was supposed to be has been taken away from 25 year old Megan Montgomery and starting over at such a young age seems ridiculous. Even now as Lloyd is coming to terms with the fact that he has a heart and someone else is trying to steal his heart from him.

Working for Denny Carmichael wasn’t the easiest of jobs but Megan could honestly say she loved it.

In college, when she’d been advised due to circumstances that her contract to be a professional softball player had been terminated, she was lost. Her scholarship had been contingent on the sport and no amount of help from the rest of her family could afford the tuition, especially when she’d chosen business as a major but didn’t actually have a backup plan for if she didn’t become a professional athlete. With just an associate degree in business, she dropped out of college, broke up with her boyfriend of a year and moved back in with her parents to figure her shit out.

She’d been lucky, by some miracle Denny had come across her resume and took a chance on her and she completely bombed her interview to become his personal assistant. She’d confessed to her boss, her biggest flaw was becoming complacent when she felt unchallenged, he’d argued at the time that was her biggest advantage. It wasn’t until her first day on the job she understood. Being the CIA chief’s PA meet she had to manage his entire schedule, review emails and paperwork but given her lack of security clearance a majority of her work was redacted. Each and every day was challenging in a new sort of way and kept her enthralled.

Just today she had received three meeting requests for a John Smith, but each of those requests came from separate John Smith’s with separate contact information and reasons for needing to see Carmichael. On top of the 4 phone calls with people who refused to give their name only a ten digit code that she could use to verify this person had approval to discuss matters and to forward off to Denny. She’d developed a system that didn’t threaten the security of the content but made doing her job a little easier but it was still the delicious challenge she craved in her life and it prevented overcrowding and overwhelming her.

Accept moments like this, when a stranger entered from the hall and approached her desk that resided just outside of Denny’s office. The man had bright blue eyes, brown hair that was shaved on the sides and a ridiculous mustache on his upper lips. Despite the stache, he was rather attractive but the air about him was already putting off the ‘i’m superior to you’ vibe and Megan wasn’t about to put up with that-well if she wasn’t at work she wouldn’t.

“Can I help you?” she gave him her sweet customer service voice and a bright, full toothed smile.

“Depends, you single Agenda?” he smirked at her immediate surprise of his boldness. It had been a while since someone had managed to render her speechless. “Denny’s expecting me.” he rolled his head as if to say ‘I’m just joshing ya’ and tapped two fingers on top of her desk.

“Name for the appointment?” she asked, her eyes jumping to her computer monitor, thankful to not meet his intense gaze. The excuse of pulling up Denny’s calendar was plenty to keep her from his eyes that seemed far too knowing, like he already knew all her secrets.

“Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.”

“You’re thirty minutes late,” without looking at him, she began scanning for the next available time slot but there was none until next week unless she could squeeze him in as soon as her boss finished his lunch. “If you want to wait ten minutes, he will have a small opening.”

“Hmmm,” he closed his eyes, the side of his lips quaking in amusement before he composed himself in a bit from jumping on the chance to tease her with the innuendo opening she provided.

“So I get to sit here and admire you?”

Megan looked up at him again, her mouth opening and closing, a blush spreading across her neck and crawling up to their chin. What was she supposed to say to that? No one ever flirted with her, even her ex had just told her how things were going to be and she could accept them or spend her life sad and lonely; his words not hers. Their eyes locked in probably the most intense observation she had ever experienced, it was almost like a staring contest but they weren’t competing-more like they were learning about one another with that locked look of icy blues. There was something dark about Lloyd simmering just below the surface, it was dangerous but hidden beneath the playful outer demeanor he seemed to cling to as wella s enjoy. It was unfamiliar and alluring to her.

“Lloyd” Megan snapped out of her stupor to look over to her boss who was now standing in his doorway beckoning the man with his hands. “Come on, you’re late.”

“Catch you later Dockett.” Oh she liked that one, the first nickname falling short but this one? She liked it. Lloyd waved to her and disappeared behind the door, Meg only picking up on the harsh tone of her voice before the silence fell over her again.

Lloyd Hansen reminded her of her ex-boyfriend but where Ransom’s arrogance had been displayed as a cruel superiority to herself, Lloyd’s arrogance manifested in playful confidence at being about his abilities. Ransom had always wanted her to know he was in charge, not because he deserved it or knew how to manage her or their relationship but because it was how he was raised and he wasn’t about to compromise for anything less. But with Lloyd, she felt like she’d willingly obey his commands knowing he had the skills needed to make things easier and happier for herself.

But God, if she brought home another shitty guy like Ransom, Steve was going to disown. Not that he would ever vocalize it. He’d become a good and stable figure in her life, even helping in the aftermath of the accident that took her future from her. But he had never liked Ransom, not even from day one, he voiced his displeasure for the trust fund man to her in private but respected her to make her own choices. Meg had chalked her taste in men up to residual daddy issues, Steve had shown up a little too late to save her completely in that department.

But Lloyd was different from her previous partners, though none of them had taken anything really seriously but none of them seemed as fun(?) as Lloyd, that was the vibe the man had put off. Maybe that’s what she found attractive about him? It didn’t help that after that initial encounter he seemed to show up everywhere she went: the gas station getting to know the basics about one another while she filled up her beater and he his expensive sports car, at the coffee station at work when she was trying not to confused her sugary goodness with Denny’s straight black order as he joked with her about all manner of things, even the parking garage where they’d conveniently end up in the elevator together and he’d escort her to her vehicle before making his way to his own car that was never parked too far away.

He was friendly and talkative but nothing to indicate he was interested in her romantically until about a month of the ‘coincidental’ encounters. On a Thursday evening heading to her beater car he was leaning on it instead of having waited for her on the first floor of the garage.

“There you are! Was starting to think you and Denny were having a sleepover.” he pushed off her hood and moved to her driver side passenger door to open it for her so she could deposit her lunch bag and purse. “You avoiding me, Dockett?”

“Avoiding you?” she smirked at him. “I’d have to know your schedule to do so, but it seems only one of us sits around memorizing the others.”

“Oh don’t be like that,” he closed the door as she finished but blocked her from moving to her driver door. “How else is a guy supposed to get your attention?”

“And why would you want to do that?” she turned her look to him hoping he couldn’t hear how loudly her heart was beating in her chest.

“Don’t pretend you don’t know how fucking stunning you are,” he laughed. “And that polite act that borders on sassy-God you get me going.” he growled, placing his warm hands on either of her hips, she tried not to let him see how it affected her. “We’re both adults, no need to play games.” Did he study her? Did he know all the right things to say to get her to go home with him? “We both have needs, I think we can come to an arrangement.”

All her eagerness faded instantly, she pulled away and scoffed. “An arrangement?” she pushed him aside and opened her driver door ignoring the so confused defeat that spread across Lloyd’s face. “I am not a booty call kinda girl. I want a life: husband to bicker with, kids to herd, all of that and I see no benefit that offer would provide me in achieving those goals.” she slipped into her car and started it up.

Lloyd watched as she drove away, normally in situations like this, he’d find someone else to state his desires. Emotions weren’t something he was about to entertain, they’d complicated things and made people make sloppy mistakes and his lifestyle couldn’t handle the annoyance of a bitchy/needy woman. But something about Megan Montgomery enthralled him. He wasn’t the kind of man you could say no to and walk away unscathed. He was going to have her, and to do so he was going to need to find a compromise fitting the both of them. His idea of meeting in the middle was pathetic but he caught her in a moment of weakness.

It had been six months since she left Ransom, so why was he still sending her photos and videos of his latest conquests? As if that would drive her back into his arms, if anything, it made her hate him as much as she hated herself for staying with him so long. Maybe if she’d noticed all the negatives in their relationship she could have-no, she wasn’t going to pity herself anymore than she already had. But as lonely as she’d become since recovering from the lust she’d mistaken as love, she wasn’t going to become a meaningless sex toy. But that fucking video, why had Ransom moaned her name instead of the name of the women he was balls deep inside? She didn’t want to play his games anymore! It was the final straw, maybe it was the crush she’d developed on Lloyd that gave her the strength to finally block him on everything.

The spiteful bitch that she truly was decided to stick it to Ransom whether he knew it or not. The next time she encountered Lloyd, she’d pulled him into the women's restroom, and pushed him against the door so no one else could enter. Then she dropped to her knees without a word and pulled him out of his pants, chuckling a bit when she realized he’d gone commando today. All of Lloyd’s attempts at speaking disappeared when she licked his tips, thoughts failed him as she took him as deep as she could, even once she gagged upon. She set a ruthless pace of devouring him and all Lloyd could do was bask in the pleasure she was providing him. He nearly closed his eyes but he acted without thinking, opening his eyes and watching her motions, he gently pulled her hair out of her face and held it as a ponytail as she brought him to completion.

It was a big ‘fuck you’ to Ransom he’d never know about but this was what she needed to let her get back out on the dating market. While Lloyd was still lost in the afterglow of his orgasm she cleaned herself up and slipped out the door. Part of her felt guilty for using Lloyd in that way, especially when he cornered her in the elevator the next and returned the favor.

He knew her schedule and how she could have expected him to just move on from what had happened without addressing it. But no words were spoken as he flipped the switch to halt the elevator and he dropped to his knees this time, pushing her skirt further up her hips and sliding her boring white cotton panties out of his path to get a taste of her himself. At the first sign that she may protest, he grasped her left knee and placed it over his shoulder granting him better access and bringing her pleasure.

He was only returning the favor, maybe if he kept repeating it he would believe himself.

“Does this mean you’ve reconsidered?” he asked as he straightened her outfit out and licked the remaining juices off his glistening lips.

“No, this was fun-”

“And so was yesterday.” he practically purred as he cupped her face in his large hand, her gold pinky ring freezing against her red face.

“But this won’t be happening again.”

“What if I promised to provide aftercare?” he asked starting the elevator back up now that she’d recovered.

“You weren’t going to?” she snapped. Even Ransom, as selfish as he was, had taken care of her afterwards. Stop comparing people and things to that asshole! She reminded herself.

“Come on Dockett, I’m trying.”

“There are plenty of women around here who’d go for no strings attached-”

“They aren’t you.”

Silence surrounded them as they both considered. If he was being choosy with his partners, Megan thought maybe she could persuade him for more. But it was that same kind of thinking that allowed her to accept Ransom originally. She’d learned from past mistakes, she was going to repeat them. Meanwhile, a weird sense of desperation hit him, it was unfamiliar and unwelcome. He was prepared to blow her off to figure his shit out when the elevator dinged and she made her way from him. Watching her walk away from him, he realized he was already too fucking invested, he’d give her whatever she wanted so long as she wouldn’t walk out of his life.

“Wait!” he jogged after her, a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped them both. “I don’t know how to do the dating bullshit but for you …”

“That’s not all I want.” she spoke softly as if trying not to hurt him. He was giving so much for someone who didn’t want commitment but this was a life choice she couldn’t bend on.

“But it's a start and that’s more than anyone has ever gotten out of me,” he sighed, becoming more vulnerable than he’d felt in a long time. “I can’t promise you everything but how about one step at a time?”

“And what’s step one?”

“Dinner and fidelity.” When a wide grin broke out of her face, Lloyd knew he’d nailed it.

“Tomorrow night? I’m sure you already have my number. I’ll spare you and set everything up.” she kissed his cheek and continued on her way to her desk.

Left alone to face the consequences of his decisions, part of him was pissed another part of him-a bigger part of him was determined not to fuck it up.

#llyod hansen #the gray man #lloyd hansen x oc #Denny Carmichael #past ransom drysdale x oc #fluff and angst #car accidents

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lawbreaker13 · 2 years ago

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WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I AM TEARING UP RIGHT NOW

I want to go to NYCC on a Saturday SO BADLY. I think about it every single year. I had to blow an entire paycheck on a hotel to see my favorite artist in concert on a Saturday night AND I had to have someone else who didn’t even like him (and made the whole experience pretty miserable) come with me just so he could scan my ticket from my phone because they wouldn’t sell me physical copies. I miss out on 90% of work that’s offered to me ON TOP of the events that I want to attend because the entire world has been made digital and I can’t even OBSERVE events anymore without a phone. I CANNOT EVEN GET IN MY UNIVERSITY CAMPUS’S BUILDING WITHOUT MY PHONE. I ALMOST COULDN’T ATTEND MY OWN UNDERGRAD COMMENCEMENT CEREMONY BECAUSE IT WAS ON A SATURDAY AND THE ONLY REASON I COULD WAS BECAUSE THE PANDEMIC SCREWED US ALL OVER AND I SPECIFICALLY SPOKE TO THE DEAN TO REQUEST A FRIDAY OPTION SINCE THEY BROKE IT UP INTO FOUR CEREMONIES. I AM LUCKY THAT I HAD WORKED WITH THE DEAN BEFORE AND SHE LIKED ME BECAUSE OTHERWISE, NOTHING.

This. This is incredible.

When I think about accommodations that I need in my life, I think about my autism. I think about my asthma. I think about my allergies or my weight. MAYBE I think about keeping Kosher, but I’d never expect anyone but El Al to do anything about that. But accommodating for myself on Shabbat never comes to mind, because PEOPLE DON’T DO THAT. NO ONE KNOWS HOW AND NO ONE EVER TRIES. I just opt out of EVERYTHING because this world is so centered around technology that I can’t even move from place to place without something digital, and therefore, cannot function publicly on a Friday night. So I always just opt out. And I guess people are finally starting to recognize that.

I cannot believe I’m actually crying over this. But to see something important to me that simultaneously upsets me and stresses me out every day of my life actually acknowledged, considered, and accommodated for? Apparently that was all it took to break me.

Hey anyway, looks like I love vidcon now.

[Image description: a card on a lanyard reading “VidCon” in large letters, and above that, reading “In observance of the Sabbath, this attendee is not required to use their wristband at RFID locations from Friday, July 12 at 5:00pm through Saturday, July 13 at 11:59pm.]

This is so incredibly important. Religious Jews who keep Shabbat (the Jewish Sabbath) can’t use electronics (among other things) from sundown on Friday until nightfall on Saturday. As someone who used to keep Shabbat, it was so hard to participate in so many things. Simple things like electronic hotel door locks — or, in this case, RFID wristbands, can mean an event isn’t accessible to those who keep Shabbat. So, even though I’m not at VidCon myself (I’ve never been and I’m on the opposite side of the country!) and I don’t keep Shabbat anymore, I’m incredibly grateful and moved that they did this. This isn’t just a kind staffer waiving a rule for an individual, this is a convention-wide policy and system that allows observant Jews full participation in the con. This is what inclusion looks like. This is what welcoming diversity looks like. This is what making sure your space welcomes Jewish people looks like. Thank you thank you thank you.

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mossea · 3 months ago

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oc thingz

tw: sui cidal

i think it was just last year when i made a list of the things that portray my condition. i made that list because i planned to just show it to the expert that i would get to talk to as i might have trouble opening up when the time comes. last year, as well, i agreed with my partner to finally get an appointment next summer break, but that summer break is almost over now, yet i haven't made a single effort to get in touch with a medical professional. haha. also, listing helps me remind myself to not let others invalidate my condition and/or experiences. ^__^

anyway, i thought of doing another list—an updated one, and here it is:

counting how many times i push down the mop in its spinner to get it dry

counting how long until a pitcher gets filled with water

excessively cleaning the toilet before using it, guided by the numbers 4, 5, 7, 8, 10, 11, and 12

pouring water on myself 4, 5, 10, 11, or 12 times at the start of the bath for good luck

avoiding certain keys of a keyboard that remind me of stuff i dislike

saying the antonym of a negative word i just heard in my mind or out loud before doing or saying something to ward off negativity

waiting for the time to change so that the digits won't sum up to 13 before doing anything

thinking that i "own" the negative thought once i have done something somewhat irreversible to not feel bad

randomly smiling to combat negative thoughts

clutching my hands together for good luck

sending an emoji or anything to my partner on "lucky" times (e.g. 01:43, 04:04, 11:11, 14:14, 22:00, 23:11, etc.)

lowkey wanting to *ill myself

having murderous thoughts

oversharing on social media

being too sentimental, hoarding receipts, tickets, tissues, etc.

being over-organized and too messy both at the same time

disassociating and forgetting that things actually happened even though i am the doer

being unsure about whether i'm doing things because I WANT to do them or MY MIND IS ORDERING ME to do them

ending up being mediocre to avoid stressing over things

counting or saying something before entering another space

having *rituals* before and after charging my devices

sleeping so late (almost morning or morning) every day due to a very active and anxious brain

over-organizing my wallet, using the old bills/bills that i got first before the new ones even if they are just the same + putting new bills in my wallet first even though i’m using them right away

retrieving the trash i just threw because i think i threw it the *wrong* way (so gross tbh lol) and throwing it again *properly*

retyping words/sentences even though there are no typos because i thought of something negative while typing them

avoiding using and looking at “sad” avatars, emojis, gifs, etc.

unnecessarily organizing things alphabetically

bookmarking every post to either get its positive energy or *prevent* similar bad news

unsending and resending messages to make them *better*

having rituals before and during uploading things online

taking pictures of everything, especially food and drinks, before consuming or using them even though i won’t upload nor send them to anyone

having rituals before ending calls or leaving conversations, taking screenshots sometimes

copying and pasting every message before sending + excessively using effects (messenger)

using “complete” words instead of acronyms or abbreviations to really honor their meanings

imagining vivid positive images/having happy thoughts before accomplishing something for good luck

not using a towel after taking a bath because hanging it up to dry has a *proper* way that is exhausting

bothered by the things in my peripheral vision

☆ to be updated

#mental health #ocd

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mywifeleftme · 8 months ago

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337: The Bats // The Law of Things

The Law of Things The Bats 1988, Flying Nun (Bandcamp)

As of 2024, the key Bats albums have been out of print for at least ten years, which has sent prices skyrocketing on the secondary market. I was lucky enough to score Captured Tracks’ double-LP reissue of their sophomore effort The Law of Things (which includes a second disc of single and EP tracks from the period) for a price I wouldn’t be ashamed to tell you, but it’s a shame Flying Nun hasn’t been able to keep more of their classic catalogue on the shelves. These records continue to be such a definitive influence on a lot of today’s melancholy guitar pop that they’ve begun to feel truly timeless—you’d need to have a good ear for production to be able to say conclusively that Law of Things is a product of the late ‘80s rather than the mid-‘10s.

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Like the other key Flying Nun acts, the Bats play sunny jangle pop that has a contradictory-seeming note of melancholy or hesitancy, like an underlying draft that signals the coming of fall. More than the others though, the Bats have an almost Zen consistency to their approach that makes them perfect ambient rock music (later Feelies is a good comparison here). It’s probably too much to attribute this quality to the band having been started by a musician who first made his name as a bassist (with the Clean), but between Scott’s unprepossessing voice, Paul Kean’s preference for playing pretty high up the neck on his bass, the circular qualities of their chiming riffs, and their stolid rhythmic pulse, the songs on a Bats album can blend together—especially on a record like The Law of Things, which lacks a stylistic departure like Daddy’s Highway’s strafing “North by North” or a relentlessly catchy hook like “Take It.”

But the band’s lulling consistency is part of their charm. I’ve listened to this record dozens of times in the past few weeks while working on things between other reviews, and I haven’t wearied of it. Law has a way of sneaking up on me when the band locks into something magic, like having anonymous scraps of poetry slid beneath my door. When they strike up the buoyant melody of “Time to Get Ready” (which sits almost perfectly in the middle of the album), I find my mood has risen almost before I realize I’m listening to this song again. It’s almost like someone’s graciously set a little splint on my heart without my knowing it. I’m constantly tuning in for the subtle changes, as when the faintly Joy Division-y melody of “Nine Days” reaches its climax in the ride-out, the riff never quite resolving but taking on an almost Eastern-inflected shading. Theirs is a subtle mastery, and in these moments The Law of Things reveals a group operating at a rare level of craft.

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(The 2017 release includes a bonus disc of tracks from the contemporaneous 4 Songs and Smoking Her Wings EPs that might be of even better quality than the album itself; they’re worth tracking down for fans, whether digitally or on wax.)

337/365

#the bats #flying nun #christchurch #dunedin #dunedin sound #jangle pop #indie pop #new zealand music #music review #vinyl record #'80s music #the clean

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justbadcompass31 · 2 years ago

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The Bunker initiative: briefing

“Hel- Hell- Hello future friends and welcome to your new life as a member of bunker-”, the endlessly cheery voice cuts and is quickly replaced with that of a tired office worker saying the numbers “2” then “7”, amateurishly spliced together.

“Now I understand you probably have a lot of questions, “Who are you ?”, “How did I get here?”, “Where is my family ?”and other unimportant queries. You’ll be glad to hear that I’m here in order to tell you fine folk the answers to all of your questions, as long as they just so happen to be the one’s we thought you'd’ ask” the voice once again cuts and a sound like the laughing and hollering of a happy crowd echoes from the tired old speakers. It’s unnerving, it didn’t sound like a joke when you heard it. None of this sounded particularly funny.

“Starting from the top we’ve got “where am I”, well I've already answered that at the start of this, you have the pleasure of being a member of bunker [2-7] !” Another cut and this time the voice is switched out for the clapping of many people, wonder if those were the same people who were laughing earlier. “Aren’t you lucky ! Of course I’m sure you want more than that so I’ll do my best to give you a quick rundown of your new forever home.”

“Bunker [2-7] is one of a series of bunkers created and placed tens of kilometres under the earth as part of the ever so creatively named Bunker Initiative, this initiative was put forward by your government to preserve those it considered to be stellar examples of humanity in case of the worst. Which I’m sure you're keenly aware is a real possibility with the pandemic and the bombing and the rioting and looting and OH the list just goes on doesn’t it ! So depressing. But don’t be sad now you people hearing this are ever so lucky after all. Only a mere 10,000 people total get to be a part of this initiative, the bright among you will know this is less than 0.01% of our great nation's population! Of course we would have liked to save everyone but in times like this it's best to be pragmatic.”

“I’m sure many of you noticed me saying forever home back there and that's right! This bunker is now your forever home!” This announcement was followed with yet more clapping, and a small amount of cheering could be heard in the distance. “Now I’m sure this sounds scary to many of you, change often is after all, but you will soon see this is a good change. In this bunker your every need will be accounted for, for food we’ve got hydroponic gardens, let's say you’re more preferential to your meat, don’t worry ! We can grow that. There are of course room’s for you to stay, in fact each of you has your own personal room just for yourself, with this housing crisis that’s probably already a marked improvement for most of you”. Another attempt at a joke and another batch of laughter came pouring out those speakers so suddenly it was as if a dam had burst. The same laughter with- yep, that one random guy whistling right there towards the end. The laughter ended as suddenly as it started. “I’m sure some of you are sitting there wondering how this terminal is being powered and for that my friend we’ve gone NUCLEAR.” It was said like a gameshow host announcing the prize. Except the prize was the ability to use a lightbulb. “We even have a digital library on which every single piece of literature (that is of importance)” , this was said very quickly, like a child telling a secret, “has been downloaded. There are of course other faculties included in this fine establishment but you will get to see those as part of your induction and I unfortunately don’t have time to go over all of them here.”

“You see we don’t know how long this crisis upstairs is going to last, could be a few years or it could be centuries. Could easily be long enough that you folks will never see the sun again!” The laugh track returned, it only became more unnerving when you realised you were listening to the laughter of dead men. “As such we want to make sure that you folk have the ability to educate the next generation, not only on how to operate and maintain this bunker but also how to rebuild a civilization. We want to make sure that when this whole mess clears up, whoever is living in this bunker is in the position to rebuild the world.”

“For our next question we’ve got “How did I get here”, another excellent question, and luckily quite easy to answer. I’m sure you will all remember going about your daily routine as you normally would and taking a glass of water last night and noticing you suddenly feel very tired. That is how you got here! Unfortunately due to the importance of these bunkers to the future of humanity we cannot leak their exact location or the details of how one enters these facilities. All you really need to know is your here now, and even if, for some strange reason, you decided you wanted to leave well I’m afraid to say that simply is not possible without the consent of the captain of this bunker,” The voice cut and the familiar tired office worker replaced it, lazily it said “Allen Clark”, the cheery voice rapidly overthrew this pretender “who I’m sure you’ll become familiar with soon enough. The captain will only open this bunker once it is presumed that the worst is over and it is safe for humans to venture forth once more unto the earth”.

“Now I’m afraid to say I only have the time to answer one more question, so I’m going to tell you lovely people why you have the luck you do and were chosen to be a member of this bunker. As I’m sure you're keenly aware, your government collects and processes a lot of data about you. You see we’ve been planning this project for years cause that's just how much we care about you”. A new sound this time, a condescending “awww” such as one that may be produced by a person who has seen a kitten. “And as part of this preparation we have gone through our data on every single person in this fine country based on things such as your education, jobs, age, and so on. We have chosen those who are capable and qualified to operate and maintain the essential machinery of this facility, as well as doctors to keep all you fine folk healthy and teachers in order to teach the next generation we know you will produce. Apart from them we have also got your captain”, the same tired voice returned for their finale, and said his line with the same enthusiasm he had done previously, “Allen Clark”. “As well as guards in order to make sure none of you get a bit cheeky and start doing anything you shouldn’t. Now I’m afraid that’s all the time I have, any further questions can be directed to your captain who should be entering nnnnnnow, so I will hand this over to him. Thank you and goodbye”, one last applause played across the speaker and was then cut short as it sparked against the wall and seemed to finally give in.

Tara stood there for a moment processing the information he had heard. He had pressed the button out of curiosity and it had given him an answer. Just to a question he hadn’t had. He had wondered if this place was somehow still receiving power and it was. That means there was probably some seriously valuable stuff in there. You heard stories about Scav’s who had made their fortunes from finding bunkers like this, though eyeing the rubble that laid in the place that was probably once a doorway he came to the conclusion that he wouldn’t be one of them. At least not today. Now he was just wondering what could have possibly happened to this place that was meant to survive the apocalypse, other people had survived and they weren’t from bunkers. So what had gone wrong here ? He stared at the walls around him, nothing more than cold, boring, crumbling white concrete on every side. He chuckled to himself, maybe boredom had killed this place. The speaker hadn’t exactly made this place seem appealing. Or at least he couldn’t imagine living in a place like this for his whole life. “Meh '', he shrugged, it was probably impossible to find out what had happened to this place. At least for him. So he returned to the task at hand, ransacking what was for all intents and purposes, a graveyard. “That speakers probably worth something”.

#writing #creative writing #Tale of Tara

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melodowska · 2 years ago

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Student showcase

So a week after PGF was our university’s student showcase, which they called the buzz. It was showing classwork from the mostly digital art majors; games art, photography, Drama, screen, sound, graphic design, strategic communications and creative writing.

It was similar in setup for us to PGF; we just got a computer and left the stuff from PGF there for people who played to grab. We were the only students there that had to be there, from set up hours beforehand to pack up after closing. The other students didn’t have to be there at all. The lucky bastards, I hung out with my friends for the first two hours after it opened but then they left and I was so bored.

The turnout was about the same as PGF but it felt more packed as the tables were much more cramped in the library. They gave out books for free when you entered that talked about a lot of the work however despite the largest section of the event being for games art they didn’t mention a single game in it (there was 6 PC games, about 40 VR mini games and 6 mobile games, the VR and mobile i get it they were small assignments but the PC games were a year long project). This book was thick and professionally done, there was no excuse. Funnily enough the sound student who did the music and effects for mobility, Michael, was one of two sound students to get a table for their work at the showcase and he got half a page in the book, the other groups sound students weren’t in the showcase so we got that over them I guess.

I talked to a few other games art students who were also annoyed at the lack of 3D art included, they had 5 small 3D prints left in a corner and then the rest of the 3D work was just showed in a loop with all the rest of the art including 2D (which were also printed on the walls) on a TV screen at the back of the room. Even the website for the showcase had little 3D art and what was there was right at the bottom.

You can just see the table Michael got in the background of this photo. We only go the one flimsy poster glued to the library’s old bus stop signs for this event while he got two printed out professionally on fabric. Though that’s probably because there was only 2 sounds students compared to the 6 PC games. Though our PGF posters were literally 200 metres away in the media lab that are much bigger and could’ve been used too.

After the student showcase ended, I got to get the game poster from the lab. It’s A0 in size and is much bigger in person than it looks in these photos. I’m hanging it up on the wall adjacent to my desk once I find something to hang it up with. It printed a lot darker than the other group’s posters but I designed it and it’s for the game we made, the first proper one I’ve finished so it’s sentimental.

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blooming-violets · 3 years ago

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Peter’s Angel || TASM

Summary: Peter Parker decides one evening that he needs to take his friend’s virginity.

Warnings: 18+, this is just pure smut, slightly possessive and obsessive peter, biting kink, praise kink, virgin kink

A/N: tasm!peter with an unnamed woman (though has vague enough descriptions that I consider her an oc), written in 3rd person

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“Mmmm…” She moaned as she rolled over on Peter’s bed. Her hair fanned out over her face and she brushed it away. “Did I doze off again?”

She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. She pulled herself up and curled her legs under her, gazing at him from across the room with big, glassy eyes.

Her roommates had been fighting a lot. Peter knew sharing a small freshman dorm with two other girls was not her idea of fun. He had offered to let her crash in his room any time she wanted. She was prone to taking naps on his bed in the evenings after her classes. It wasn’t like he didn’t adore the fact that she was sleeping in his bed. He had to resist the urge to curl up next to her and spoon her while she slept. He was lucky that he got, not only, a single dorm but one with a private bathroom attached. It was the kind of college luxury most students could only dream of.

“Sure did. You were snoring and everything.” Peter sat in his wooden desk chair in front of his laptop while he fiddled with touching up some digital pictures. She hadn’t actually been snoring but he liked how embarrassed she got when he said it.

He was a year above her. They were both a part of the photography club on campus. From the moment he met her, he had been enamored with her. Something about the quiet way she spoke, like she was forever nervous to raise her voice, made her incredibly endearing to him. Everything about her personality was soft and gentle. He wanted to wrap her up in a protective bubble and keep her safe with him forever.

She had no idea how he felt, of course. It had been a few years since he had even allowed himself to feel this way for someone. He forgot how to woo a girl. So far, he tried sticking to being nothing but a good friend. That was enough to fulfill him for now. At least that’s what he tried to convince himself as she danced through his thoughts every night before bed. He’d desperately try to keep his late night imagination from spiraling into debauchery but sometimes he couldn’t control himself.

She had told him once that she had never dated anyone before. Her parents had been really strict and kept a close eye on her. They had gone to a party one night. It was her first college party. She insisted he come with her. She was nervous because it was her first time drinking. He vowed to be the sober one to keep a close eye on her. She was getting tipsy and found herself talking to group of her girlfriends. Peter assumed it would be safe for him to sneak off to the bathroom to quickly relieve himself. When he got back she wasn’t with the group anymore.

He had searched the whole house for her only to find her in one of the bedrooms with an upperclassman. The man had her pressed against the wall and was sticking his tongue down her throat. He was grabbing her breasts through her shirt. She was squirming and Peter couldn’t tell if it was because she was uncomfortable or from pleasure. Either way, he refused to let it go any further. He had practically thrown the guy across the room and pulled her out of there.

While they sat outside in the backyard, she had teared up. She drunkenly told him she just wanted someone to love her. She confessed she had never had been with anyone before. She just wanted to feel desired. Peter remembered telling her that this was not the way to get that. She’d of regretted it in the morning. She tried to kiss him then but he gently refused. She was too intoxicated. The next day, he didn’t think she even remembered any of it. She never drank again after that.

It was enough to fuel his secret fantasies though. At night, he liked to imagine her naked and splayed out on his bed. He longed to be the one to take her virginity. He wanted to be the first person to get the privilege to delve deeper into her most private places. He fantasied about the noises she would make as he played with her body. Her usually soft spoken voice unraveling into shrieks of pleasure. He would be the one to show her how good her body could really feel.

He watched as she stretched her arms above her head and yawned. Her loose shirt pulled up and exposed her midsection. He could see the black elastic of her underwear peeking out over the waist band of her shorts. He licked his suddenly dry lips and forced himself to drag his eyes away from her skin. Peter turned his attention back to the computer as a distraction. God, he was too horny. Even the slightest bit of skin could set him off lately. She had cast her spell over him. Every little movement she made felt like she was purposefully calling out to him like a siren of the sea. Out of the corner of his eyes, he subtly watched as she adjusted her bra. It must have shifted slightly during her nap. He chewed on his top lip while envisioning what it would be like to hold her bare breasts in his hands. He longed to throw her down onto the bed and tear her clothes straight from her body.

“Do you think I can take a shower here before I leave for the night?” She asked, cutting through his spiraling crude thoughts. “The showers in my dorm are so gross. Yesterday when I went to take one, someone had puked all over the drain. It was disgusting. Plus the curtains they have are about an inch too short on either side. It’s like they were designed by a huge pervert.”

The idea of her naked, wet and soapy, in his shower caused his cock to twitch in his pants. He carefully maneuvered himself to hide his arousal from her. He kept his eyes carefully trained on his screen. Did he think she could take a shower here? Ha. That was only the greatest idea he’d ever heard.

“Yeah, sure. That’s not a problem.” He tried his best to keep any excitement out of his voice. “Go right ahead.”

“Thanks, Petey. You’re the best!” She hopped off his bed, her shirt clinging around her chest and exposing her stomach for a beautiful moment before she tugged it back into place. She flashed him a charming smile and shut herself in the bathroom.

If anyone else had dared call him “Petey” he would have launched them out a window. When it was her though, she could get away with calling him anything as long as it came out of those pretty lips of hers.

The sound of the shower flooded his ears. His heart beat sped up at the thought of her stripping off her clothes mere feet away from him. He tried to close his eyes and take a few deep breaths. This was not how a good friend behaved. He was raised better than this. Apparently no one informed his cock though. It pressed uncomfortably in his pants. He was itching to touch himself.

She was a girl and girls usually took a long time in the shower. If he was quick enough, he might be able to take care of the pressing problem at hand before she got out. Peter glanced towards the bathroom door and nearly had a heart attack. He had forgot to warn her that door was fidgety. If you didn’t close it in just the right way, it would fall open again. It was usually never an issue because he lived alone. A three inch gap was now beckoning his eyes inside. His siren was calling for him. From his spot on the chair he couldn’t quite see her. But if he leaned back just a little...

The chair almost fell over in his eagerness to catch a glimpse of her. He caught himself on his desk and pulled it back into position. What was he doing? This was so wrong. A sense of shame washed over him. This was not the kind of person he wanted to be. He should be a proper gentlemen and go close the door. He wasn’t going to be driven by his own horniness and greed. He was supposed to be respectful of her privacy.

And, yet, what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

He grabbed a Chemistry book and brought it to his bed. He settled down and pretended to give it a read. From here, he had the perfect vantage spot. He held the book up to his face and peeked out over the top. His eyes hungrily searched through the gap for her. He had never bought a new shower curtain when he moved in. It was just the clear liner to keep the water from spilling out onto the floor. That meant he had a straight view right to her. The universe was aligning. This was their fate. This was supposed to happen. Peter was sure of it.

His heart was pounding out of his chest. His beautiful, wet angel stood before him. Her body was even more perfect than the one in his dreams. She had her back facing the shower stream. Her hair was full of suds from his shampoo as she massaged her scalp. He watched as the bubbles cascaded down her slippery body. Before he knew it, his cock was out of his pants and in his hand.

Her ass cheeks were plump with cute, little dimples. He envisioned himself grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh, his fingernails digging into her skin, while he pumped his cock through his fist. She had a slight belly with the cutest bellybutton Peter had ever seen. He wanted to bathe it with his tongue. Her breasts sat high on her chest. From the side view he got, he could see her perfectly taught nipples poking out. Fuck, she looked so inviting.

He took a shuttered breath and licked his dry lips. The water glistened off her. He watched in a trance as it slid over her silky skin. A water droplet clung from the end of her nipple and dangled in the air before falling. He longed to catch it in his mouth and drink from her body. The steam clung around her like her own personal cloud. She really was an angel.

His eyes follow the stream of water falling from her face down to her chest and between her breasts. It slid over her soft belly and spilled out to slide into the tight junction between her legs. Her beautiful, virgin pussy. Peter’s stomach flipped with excitement as he imagined pulling her legs apart to get a look at the place no one else had been granted permission to see.

He could feel his climax growing. It was very apparent to him now that Peter could not just be friends with her. He needed more. She had tried to kiss him that one time. Maybe she wanted this too. He would need to make his move tonight. There was no more waiting. Taking her virginity was no longer a decision Peter could deny. It was purely a need. An unconscious need like food or breathing. He was starving for her. She had no idea what was in store for her when she got out. He would ravish her until she could no longer walk. He would spend all night feasting on her flesh. He would make her his.

Peter let his hand fall from his throbbing, aching member. He couldn’t waste his load on anything other than her. She would be the one to receive him. He shuddered at the thought of being allowed to fill up her cunt with his seed. His sweet, beautiful, perfect angel dripping with this cum. There was no doubt in his mind that he would have her. Peter Parker was put on this earth for the sole purpose of taking this angel’s virginity.

The Chemistry book he had planned to use as a cover to steal glimpses of her slipped from his chest and onto the floor. His body couldn’t handle little glimpses. He had needed so much more. The book hit the ground with a heavy thud. The noise caused her to look up.

She made eye contact with him through the crack in the door. Her eyes darted down to his exposed erection laying proudly against his stomach.

Peter’s eyes widened and he quickly covered himself with his pillow. He jumped up and slammed the door shut. His heart was racing and he squeezed his eyes closed. The sudden humiliation of getting caught pulled him out of whatever obsessive trance he had fallen in to. He was such a creep. What was he doing? He had never been this horny in his life. She was never going to trust him again.

He took a shaky breath and tried to compose himself. How could he salvage this so he could still get what he wanted? He needed her and only her. No one else was ever allowed to have her. She belonged to Peter. The images of her wet naked body fluttered back into his vision. They pushed out the shame and horror he was feeling for his own perverted thoughts. All he could see was her. A sense of calm settled around him. He stood up straighter. There was no doubt. If she allowed him, he was still going to go through with it. He just had to be smooth about it. He had to be strong. This was no place for shame.

He knocked on the bathroom door and called out her name, “Hey, we need to talk when you’re done in there.” The head of his stiff prick rubbed against the smooth surface of the door. He couldn’t remember the last time he had ever been this hard. It was all her. His angel. He tried to tuck it back into his pants the best he could while he spoke. “I know what you saw. My robe is on the back of the door. Just put that on and we can talk about this.”

He purposely didn’t want her to get dressed again. The less clothes she had on, the better. He heard the shower shut off. Her wet feet padded against the tiles. He could hear her grab the robe off the door and a smile crept onto his face. She was probably so nervous she wasn’t thinking very clearly. She had all her clothes in there with her but she listened to him instead. That was a good sign. “I’m gonna move back to the bed. So, you can come out whenever you’re ready.”

Peter sat on the edge of his bed and kept his eyes trained on the door. Butterflies erupted in his stomach the second he saw it creak open. She peeked her head out first then slowly shuffled out into the room.

The white robe was tied tightly around her wet, glistening skin. Her hair was combed back over her head. The ends made little dripping noises as wet droplets fell from the tips and onto the floor. He could practically feel the heat of embarrassment radiating off her cheeks and she kept her eyes cast to the floor. He could hear her nervous heart beating out of her chest.

Peter smiled sweetly at her, “Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful.”

A little smile tugged at the corner of her lips and she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Stop,” she whispered.

He shook his head. He’d never stop complimenting her. She was the type of woman who deserved to be worshiped. “I should have told you about the door. I’m sorry. That was really creepy of me. You just looked so...” He swallowed his words. “You’re a vision. A perfect angel. I don’t know what came over me but I couldn’t stop myself when I saw you there. I need to kiss you. Please. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a very long time.” He sounded so desperate but he remembered how badly she said she wanted to feel desired. Well, this was him, shamelessly lusting after her.

Her bashfulness deepened. He could hear her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to be kissed. He could tell. He wouldn’t dare keep her waiting.

Peter stood up and moved directly in front of her. His hands reached out to graze over her wrists. His fingers entwined with hers. He pulled her against his body, pressing his hips into her so she could feel how hard she had made him. He leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Let me finally show you how good a man can make a woman feel,” he whispered into her skin.

She shuddered under him. A little whine escaped her lips. Her breathe was already becoming ragged in anticipation. She was acting almost as needy as he was.

“Peter,” her voice was so quiet even he could hardly head it. “I haven’t ever...no one has...”

She was too embarrassed to tell him she had never had sex before. She must not have remembered their conversation that drunken night but knew what path they were headed down. He smiled down at her and nuzzled his forehead against hers.

“Shh, it’s alright. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop at any time, you just tell me, okay? My job is to make you feel good. If, at any point, I’m not doing that then you need to let me know.” He rubbed her arms soothingly as he carefully studied her face.

She slowly nodded. Her eyes were glued to the tent in his pants pushing against her. He watched as she chewed her bottom lip nervously.

He pressed his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up to him. He lightly kissed her full, pouty lips. She hesitated only a moment before melting into him.

Peter started slowly, not wanting to startle her or move too fast. This was all for her. He would take his time and savor every moment. He gave her bottom lip a quick peck and then the corners of her full mouth, he moved to her jaw and cheeks. Even the tip of her nose. He could feel her tensing as he traveled around her face. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention. The moment he returned to her luscious lips, she relaxed again. A quiet moan pressed out of his mouth as his tongue pushed its way past her lips. He drew his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands reached for his hair and tangled his locks in her fingers. The more passionately he kissed her, the more she would tear at his hair. He adored the way it felt. The harder she pulled, the faster the fire grew in his stomach.

Peter eventually pried his mouth away from hers. She whined in response. He chuckled under his breath as his lips traced up her jaw and found her cute, little ear lobes. He flicked his tongue over it then sucked it into his mouth, giving the lobe a gentle nibble.

Her jaw fell open in pleasure, “Mmm.” She was practically purring in his arms. He had clearly found one of her erogenous zones. His lips curled into a smile at his find as he bathed her ear with attention. Her wet hair and the smell of his shampoo lingering on her hair filled his nose. The thought of her covered in his own scent was intoxicating like she was marked as his.

Peter began moving his lips and tongue down her collar bone and into the hollow of her graceful neck.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” He mumbled into her skin.

She replied with a far away groan. Her eyes were closed and a soft smile danced on her lips. He took that as a yes. He continued his decent. His tongue trailed down her neck and he slowly pushed the robe off her shoulders, leaving kisses on her newly exposed skin.

When she felt the robe start to slide off her, she quickly caught it in her hands and held it up. Her eyes shot open. The dazed look on her face was replaced with one of anxiety.

Peter pulled away at her sudden change in behavior, “Are you okay?” As much as he wanted to attack her body, it wouldn’t be worth it for him unless she was completely enjoying his advances. She needed to be fully on board. They were in this together.

She shook her head no. Her eyes were big and round. They filled with worry. “What if you don’t like what you see?”

He had to refrain from laughing. He already knew he liked what he saw. She was built just for him and nobody else. “That’s impossible. You could have full on lizard scales under that robe and I would still adore every inch of them.”

She gave him a shy, breathy laugh, “Are you sure?”

Peter tried to soothe her nerves, “Did you enjoy me kissing you?”

She nodded and sighed happily.

“Good. Then what comes next is only going to be a better version of that.” He gave his lips a quick lick and smiled warmly at her.

He could tell she was thinking it over. No one had ever made her feel as good as Peter had in those sheer few minutes of heaven. She wanted to see what else he could do. He could feel it. Her hand reached out and their fingers brushed together. It was her way of letting him know it was okay to continue.

“That’s my good girl,” he whispered. He could sense her arousal at his praise. He would lock that information in his the depths of his brain for later.

Peter placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed the robe off. His eyes hungrily watched at her bare shoulder’s were exposed, then her chest, his heart skipped a beat when her perfect tits capped with her hard nipples were releveled, then her abdomen followed by her soft stomach. Finally her hips and her pussy gave way for his eyes to feast on. The robe puddled to the ground around her legs and settled at her feet. His throat was dry as he stared longingly at the glistening, still wet pubic hair around her mound. He would burry his face in there soon enough.

Peter reached for her hand, lifting her arm above her head, and gave her a slow twirl so he could take in every inch of her from all angles.

“See? No lizard scales,” he was able let out a small joke to break the tension.

Her body relaxed and she giggled. Her cheeks were burning but she seemed okay with his admirations.

“Don’t let me be the only one naked,” she murmured. Her quiet voice was always so tantalizing. It made him want to lean in closer just to catch every word. This beautiful vixen was so unassuming and floated under everyone’s radar. Yet here she was, standing before him, with nothing pure grace and elegance. He was the luckiest man alive. He would bring her body to the brink of destruction tonight. A world of endless possibilities was laid out before him. Her innocence would play well with the dark, immoral places his mind was dragging him to.

Peter tossed his shirt off with one fluid motion. His heart fluttered as he watched her eyes widen while she took in the muscles rippling over his chest. She had never seen him with his shirt off. She had yet to figure out his secret identity. His cut and muscular physique was a surprise to her. He hid it well under his clothes.

His own pompous cockiness flooded his senses. He would show her exactly how strong he was tonight. Peter reached for her waist and pulled her tightly against him. His lips attacked hers as he kissed her deeply. Her supple breasts pressed against his bare chest and his fingers trailed down her spine until they stopped over her perfect, rounded ass cheeks. He gave her plump cheeks a squeeze. He was amazed at how silky and smooth they felt. His hands got to work softly kneading and massaging her ass. Her skin felt flush and warm in his greedy hands. She moaned in pleasure.

Peter braced his arm under her bottom and hoisted her effortlessly into the air. A gasp fell from her lips and her eyes widened. She probably hadn’t been lifted like this since she was child. She instinctively wrapped her bare legs around his torso. He could feel the heat of her core boring into his skin. Her breasts were perfectly level with his mouth. No time was wasted in devouring her nipples while he carried her to the bed. Her body squirmed above him and he could see her head lull back with a low moan. She was truly a goddess. Did she have any idea how seductive her movements were?

He threw her backwards onto the bed. The mattress shuddered under her as she fell and the cheap, college bed boards groaned. He’d be lucky if they didn’t completely break the bed in half tonight. She laid there watching him with her lips parted and her chest rising. He made a show of unbuttoning his pants. His cock was begging to be released from the confines of the fabric. He pushed his pants and boxers off, kicking them to side, and stood proudly before her. He let her take a moment to soak it all in.

Her eyes feasted over his body and down to his bulging member. It was leaning heavily against his leg. Her bottom lip was sucked into her mouth and she couldn’t pull her eyes away. He wondered if this was the first penis she had ever seen in person before. Don’t worry, he thought to himself, she’ll get plenty of time to be introduced to it later.

Peter climbed on top of her. She parted her legs as if she was ready to take him right then. He couldn’t help but give her a little smile. She was so eager.

“Not yet,” he cooed. "Don’t be in such a rush. I have lots to do before I get to that.”

He settled over her and his lips found her breasts again. Her breath caught in her throat and her back arched to push them deeper into his mouth. He softly kissed and licked at the tender, sensitive skin of her tits. Her nipples felt like they were sizzling with pleasure as he nibbled on the firm flesh. He made sure to alternate between the two twins. Each one needed to receive as much enjoyment as the other.

“Oh, Peter!” She choked out when he used his teeth to lightly bite down against the hard nub.

He had no idea what sort of kinks she might have. She probably had no idea herself. He’d work through her slowly and carefully to find exactly what she enjoyed. It seemed she responded well with light biting. He wanted to try and push it a little further. His teeth bore down on her nipple and pulled her breast away from her body.

“Oh!” Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened. Her hips bucked up to grind against him as she let out a low moan.

He watched her breast rise away from her body before releasing. The flesh jiggled as it settle back into place. He attacked it again. This time using gentle flicks of his tongue to stimulate her and help soothe the soreness forming around her nipple. She was loving it. Her hands entangled around the back of his head and held him tightly to her chest.

He snaked a hand up her stomach to give love to her other tit while he nursed the one clasped in his mouth. His fingers pinched her nipple between them while he gave light, rapid strokes over the top.

Her skin tasted like heaven. Just like an angel’s should.

Her body was writhing under him. Her skin felt like it was burning against his. She was so hot he wouldn’t be surprised to see steam rising off of her.

Peter stopped working on the breast in his mouth and switched over to the other. While he expertly used his tongue to pleasure her chest, his hand slid down her body, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. He let his hand softly caress over her stomach, his fingers slowly circling her navel. He made wider and wider circles down the length of her until he he came to the warm, wet juncture between her legs.

At this point, she was practically vibrating under Peter’s knowing fingers. He seemed to know just where to touch or kiss her. It was like he already knew every inch of her body. She was trusting him more and more with each passing minute. He could tell she wanted desperately to open herself up to him. He urged her legs apart and she obliged. She spread them wider for his hand to easily tuck between her thighs. Her fear was being replaced with lust. Peter only wanted to make her feel good.

There was no doubt in his mind that her body was made for him. From the way her skin tasted of his soap, to the way her thick ass cheeks filled his hands, to the way she held his head to her ripe tits, down to the way she opened her legs just enough for his hand to be a perfect fit. She was his. He traced her wet slit with his fingertips causing her to tremble. As he slowly started sliding his fingers up and down, coating him in her wetness, he leaned his head back up to kiss her.

Peter’s finger carefully parted her virgin pussy while his tongue slid past her lips and into her mouth. She was panting harder into him the deeper he sunk his finger. He had never felt anything so tight before. It was like her cunt was trying to squeeze his finger from his hand. He wondered if she had ever even had her own fingers in here. He almost doubted if he’d even be able to get his dick past her walls. He’d have to remember to move very delicately.

Her body was on fire. She broke the kiss to call out in pleasure which gave Peter time to go back to nursing her tits.

“Oh god, Pete,” she whimpered while his long, skinny finger probed into her until she had completely swallowed it whole.

She was so wet he wasn’t worried about it hurting with just one finger. He’d have to work carefully before adding a second though. She would need a lot of warming up if he wanted to properly fuck her. His thumb found her clit and he traced delicate little circles over it.

“Oh yes, Pete. That feels so good...” She hissed through clenched teeth. Her eyes had closed in bliss.

A smug smiled pulled at his lips from her words. She was panting and squirming while his finger worked around inside her impossibly tight cunt. He was almost giddy with excitement for when he would finally get to slide his cock into her. Gradually he started to push a second finger in. His eyes stayed on her face to watch how she’d react to more stretching. A quick flash of pain hit her features but he didn’t pull out, only held his fingers steady for a moment.

“You good?” He asked.

She took a second but nodded, “Keep going.”

He returned to massaging her clit with his thumb. He waited until he watched her body relax again before continuing to push in the second finger. Eventually, she had swallowed them both.

Peter felt a bit of pride on her behalf. She was doing so good. His tight, sexy angel stretching to accommodate him. He felt her body respond the moment he located her G-spot. Her back arched and her breath increased. He kept a steady pace as he slowly pumped his fingers back and forth, curling them upwards to brush over that special spot each time. He wanted her to cum for him. He could tell she was getting closer.

He wished he had a camera set up so he could keep this moment with him forever. Her first time orgasming from him. If he had his way, there would be many more times, but this time was special. It would be what he would use as late night material for many nights to come. His eyes were plastered to her face. He didn’t want to miss a single moment.

“Look at me,” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open. They had a bleary, dazed look in them. Pure pleasure filled her face and a dopey smile crossed her lips. Her nipples were rock hard against his chest. She was so close now.

“I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” He smiled down at her. All at once he slid his two fingers slowly against the rough patch of skin buried deep in her pussy while he pressed his thumb to her hard clit.

A quiet yelp burst out of her, she was still trying to keep her voice reserved, and an orgasm thundered through her. Her already tight pussy clenched down on his fingers and he felt warm wetness flow out of her spasming hole. Her legs trembled and her knees rose up while her hand reached over her head to grip onto his headboard. Waves of pleasure continued to flow back and forth like the tide inside of her. Her hips bucked against his hand while she worked to fuck his his fingers deeper into her. He didn’t even have to move, she was doing it all herself now.

“Oooohh...” she moaned as she slowly came down back to reality.

He was so pleased with her. She pulled his neck down so his body would be pressed against hers. Her face nuzzled into his cheek. Reluctantly, he pulled his fingers from her clutching hole. She moaned and shuddered when he did then melted into him.

“Such a good girl,” he mused at her. “My beautiful angel.” He lovingly stroked his hands up and down her smooth arms.

She shuddered one last time and leaned back into the pillow to gaze up at him. Peter had a twinkle in his eye as he admired her back. Perfection.

“Thank you,” she whispered. She tugged his back of his head down to her lips and kissed him deeply. The action took Peter by surprise. She was so forceful in the way she pressed him to her face. She had known exactly what she wanted. It made his heart flutter with excitement. She was getting so confident. His special girl.

She broke the kiss and whispered again, “Thank you.”

Peter wasn’t sure why she was thanking him but he would give her a million more orgasms if it meant receiving her praise. She now owned his soul. He would do anything to please her. Only she had other ideas.

A fiery look flamed behind her eyes. Peter’s brow furrowed trying to figure out what she was thinking. He didn’t have to wait long to get the answer. Her hand pressed against his shoulder and she flipped him onto his back, taking his place above him instead. His eyes widened. It was like her orgasm had released a wild animal inside of her. He could only imagine what kind of person she would be with a few months of practice under her belt. Oh, he had so many future plans for her.

She settled between his legs and gawked down at his cock. He could see her confidence falter a bit at the sight. His hand reached up to brush her wet hair back from her face and he smiled.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he murmured. Obviously he would adore her swollen lips wrapped around his member. The thought alone was enough to make his hips tremble but he didn’t want to push her too far.

She shook her head, her voice back to it’s soft, timid tones, “I want to.”

Tenderly, her hand gripped around the base of his cock. Her eyes peered back at him from behind her lashes and he gave her an encouraging nod. She leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his throbbing head, tasting his salty pre-cum on her lips and tongue.

It was singlehandedly the hottest and most adorable act he had ever witnessed. She licked her lips in preparation and carefully placed her mouth around the head of his cock. She ran her wet tongue all the way around the tip and sucked it into her mouth.

Peter’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Fuck yes.” He was officially in love with her. All it took was a little attention from her mouth for him to fall head over heels. He’d do anything she’d ever ask of him for the rest of time. Anything she wanted was hers.

She slowly started moving her hand along with her bobbing mouth. She seemed to be able to only able to get the first few inches into her mouth before it bumped against the back of her throat. He could tell she almost gagged a few times when he hit too deep.

Peter strummed his fingers through her hair, “Take your time. There’s no rush, baby. Don’t worry about getting it all in there.” He placed a hand over hers and helped show her how to move it over the base of his cock. “Like this. Then you can just focus on sucking on the head. Use your tongue a lot. You’re doing great.”

In truth, she wasn’t the best at sucking a dick, but he knew she would learn with time. It was hard to complain when her mouth felt so warm and inviting. One day, he’d get her to deep throat the whole thing. For now, he’d be happy just letting her play around with him. It was their first meeting. She had to get used to the way he felt in her hand and mouth. Even if her technique was nearly non-existent, Peter loved the sight of his prick sliding past her lips. As her inexperienced head rocked up and down in his lap, he felt his balls begin to draw up and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was already so tender and ready from his interrupted masturbation session earlier.

“I’m gonna cum soon,” he prepared her. “Do you-” He had to swallow and close his eyes in an attempt to hold back his body before he could ask her. “Do you want me to cum in your mouth? ‘Cause, if not, you might want to move.”

Her eyes widened a little at his question but she kept her mouth over him. She worked him deeper into her throat. That was all it took for his first shot of hot cum to erupt into her mouth. She jumped at the sensation and started swallowing. She might not of have the best blow job skills but she sure knew how to swallow like a pro. Load after thick load shot into her mouth and with pride she swallowed every last drop. Her eyes were locked to his face, waiting and watching for his approval.

Peter shuddered in bliss and gazed with half closed lids down at the beautiful, naked angel with the head of his dick still resting between her lips. He loved her.

She let his softening cock slip from her mouth and wiped the drool from her chin with the back of her hand, “Did I do good?”

She wanted his praise. He wouldn’t ever deny her that. He wanted her to crave his compliments.

“Best little cock sucker in the world, angel.” He grinned down at her and pulled her back over him. He adored the way her breasts felt pressed against his bare chest. He loved the way he could feel the heat coming from between her legs.

A huge smile broke out over her face at his admiration of her. Her cheeks burned with pride. She was beautiful. He kissed her mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass cheeks. He was such an ass man. Her legs fell to either side of his hips so his cock nestled under her pussy lips. He was already hard again. One of the many perks of his spider bite was his ability to rejuvenate with ease. She also had that effect on him.

Peter took his time to simply kiss her while they both relaxed from their orgasms. He wanted to space hers out enough that she didn’t become overstimulated and call it quits too early. He nibbled and sucked on her bottom lip while massaging her ass. Eventually he released her cheeks from his grasp and instead cupped her face in his hands. His brown eyes studied her delicate features with adoration. He tucked her drying hair behind her ears.

“Beautiful,” he breathed while staring at her.

He knew the moment he said it, the timid look would appear back on her expression. He wasn’t wrong.

“Peter?” She whispered.

“Hmm?” His eyes closed while he grazed his lips over her burning cheeks.

“I’ve wanted this for a really long time,” she confessed to him. “Since the first day I saw you. I’ve dreamed about this moment.”

His eyes opened to stare into hers. There was no hint of deceit hiding behind them. She meant every word. He smiled at her.

“I guess that makes two of us then,” he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

She deepened it. Her tongue slid past his lips and danced around his. His hands returned to her ass while hers tangled in his hair. The longer she kissed him, the more her hips began to grind against his dick. He helped glide her along the length of him by gripping tightly onto her cheeks and pushing or pulling her. She was already sopping wet down there and she slid over him with ease. She broke their kiss for her back to arch as she pointed her hips down to maximize the amount of stimulation her clit was receiving. A whimper rumbled in the back of her throat. Peter could do nothing but stare up at her in awe. He couldn’t even fully appreciate the feeling of her cunt rubbing against him. He was too worked up at just staring at her face. A virginal seduction goddess was hovering above him. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head was hanging back while she worked her hips to create her own satisfaction. He wasn’t even helping anymore. She was doing it all on her own. He could only watch while she used him for her pleasure. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. She was completely lost in her own feelings, rubbing her clit faster against his dick. Her hands were braced against his chest. The rolling of her hips sped up. Her panting got heavier. Peter stared in wonderment as her second orgasm of the night hit her.

Her entire body shook and convulsed over him. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth hung wide open in a silent scream. Her hips gyrating and trembling until she collapsed on top of him. Her whole body crumbled over his chest. He wrapped her up in his strong arms and held her tightly there. His hands stroked over her hair and down the back of her head to soothe her.

“Wow,” was all he was able to breathe out.

He heard her laugh quietly and it only made his love for her grow. She kept her head buried in the crook of his neck. She was breathing heavily.

“You keep that up and you’ll be too tired for me fuck you,” he joked.

Her head peeked up at him and she kissed under his jaw, “No way. Give me a minute and I’ll be ready. I want this.”

She truly was his gift sent from the heavens.

“I haven’t ever felt like this before,” she lamented. “I never even really touched myself. I mean, I definitely I have a little, but not like this. Nothing ever came of it. It’d just make me more frustrated that I couldn’t find a release to all that tension. I thought I was broken. I feel like I’m being woken up to a new revelation.”

Peter traced the tips of his fingers up and down her spine, “You’re not broken. I don’t think you have any idea how incredibly sexy you are. The way you lose yourself in your orgasm, the way your body moves, it’s something else. If this college thing doesn’t work out for you, you should try porn.”

Her light laughter filled the room. It was heavenly.

“I’m serious,” he said. “I’ll film it for you. I’ll be the best director you’ve ever seen.”

The thought of cameras popped into his head. He wished he could have a picture of her to remember this night by. Something to look back on. He was unsure how revolted by the idea she might be. He was afraid to ruin their perfect mood.

“I’m not sexy,” she whispered.

It was Peter’s turn to laugh now. He carefully rolled her off his chest and onto her back.

“Wait right there,” he said as he climbed out of the bed.

He grabbed his polaroid camera out of his closet. He held it up to show her and stepped onto the bed. Peter stood over her and pointed the camera down at her.

“Just stay still, exactly as you are, and I’ll show you what I see,” he ordered.

She made no protests to being photographed. The act of the polaroid was probably less of a scary thought. It wasn’t something that could be shared on the internet. It was more intimate which was exactly why Peter loved them. He snapped the pic. The flash went off to illuminate her body lazily draped over his bed sheets. Her arm was resting above her head causing her breasts to be lifted. Her back was slightly arched and twisted so you could get a great glimpse at the roundness of her bottom. Her bedroom eyes were piercing up at the camera. She was posing like a nude model without even releasing it. He grabbed the picture when it emerged from the camera and placed it on his bedside table to develop. If she was willing to let him take photographs of her now, he could only imagine what the future would hold. He predicted the back of his closet door would be covered in her nude photos in no time.

Peter took advantage of the fact that she was now under him. He could spend all night just staring at her beautiful naked body but he still needed to sneak a taste of her before he claimed her virginity. He trailed wet kisses down her neck only for her to respond with soft moans. If he didn’t eat her out soon, he thought he might die of starvation. He felt her small intake of breath as he reached her perfect breasts. He kissed all around the firm flesh before dragging his tongue across the sensitive nipple.

“Yes,” she hissed and pushed her chest forward.

He didn’t stay there for long though. He had other appointments to make. She closed her eyes as he worked her way down her body. Peter slid down the bed until he was practically kneeling on the floor with his upper body draped across the foot of the bed. The college mattress they were given always felt so small compared to his one at home.

She knew where he was going, knew what he was planning. Her legs fell open for him. For the first time, he got a proper peek at her hidden treasure. He took a beat to simply admire the beauty before him. He longed for his polaroid again but knew that would be taking it one step too far for her.

While he took in the sights, he was pleased in knowing that she was finally his. This beautiful pussy was going to belong to Peter Parker tonight. He greeted it by sticking out his tongue and licking the length of her slit. Her body jumped at the touch.

“Peter!” She cried. “Oh...please...”

With a finger from each hand, Peter opened up the pretty, little flower of her heated pussy. A trickle of her juices trailed out of the tight hole and her hard clit stood out from beneath its hood. She was most certainly still a virgin. He licked his lips, his mouth was watering at the sight. Peter lightly licked the flesh between her swollen lips and gave a small kiss at the entrance to her hole just like she had for him. He felt her hips start to roll against his face, begging for more attention. His tongue slipped inside of her.

“Yes, Peter,” she panted.

His eyes flicked up to catch her playing with her breasts. She was pinching her nipples hard between her fingers and tugging her breasts away from her chest. She liked them to be played with more roughly he could tell. He’d keep that in mind for another night. His tongue probed into her as deeply as he could reach. She tasted absolutely divine. The only time he pulled out was to bathe her clit with mouth then he’d dive back in again. Her panting was getting louder and her hips were starting to lift off the mattress as she humped his face. He could tell she was nearing her third orgasm. He debated it he should allow her to ride it out but decided against it. He wanted her needy for him. The hungrier her pussy was, the easier it would be to swallow his cock.

Regrettably, Peter pulled his head away from her. There would be times in the future when he would spend the entire day doing nothing but eating her out. Today was not that day though. Her slick juices coated his chin and he licked them off of his lips. She wailed in displeasure as he left her cresting on the verge of euphoria. Her hips bucks against the empty air and she pouted down at him.

“No!” She cried at him. “Why did you stop?”

He gave a breathy laugh and climbed up her body, pecking her lips, “Because I think it’s about time I made love to you, don’t you think?”

She seemed to accept that idea. A tiny smile hinting on her lips. She gave him a little nod and a slow, sweet kiss. He could tell she was starting to get nervous.

Peter gently pulled away from her and grabbed a condom out of his bedside stand. His eyes caught sight of the now developed polaroid sitting there. He smiled as he picked it up and handed it to her.

“Look at you,” he mused. “An angel.”

She took the picture in her hand and studied it over. It was a good distraction for her while he placed the condom onto himself. It was one of the rubbers that was already pre-lubed. It was nothing ribbed or special, just a simple, basic condom. He figured that would be easiest for her.

“Are you sure that’s me?” She asked.

He plucked the picture from her hands, glancing between the two, and nodding, “Yep. I’d say they’re a perfect match.” He put it back on the bedside table. He looked deep into her eyes and asked seriously, “Do you trust me?”

She nodded silently, her apprehensive eyes searching his.

“Then I trust you to tell me to stop if it hurts too much. We can go as slow as you need but you have to tell me.” He bent down and pecked her lips. “Now spread your legs for me, baby.”

She did as she was told, her legs spreading wide to accommodate him between them. She suddenly looked so vulnerable. His confidence flew out the window when he gazed down at her. He wanted nothing more than to protect her. It made him nervous just looking at her. She was too beautiful for him. What was he doing?

“Peter?” She questioned him when he had hovered there frozen for a beat too long.

He snapped out of his daze, “I...I want you to say it.” He wanted to hear it from her. He wanted to make sure this was all okay. He was scared he was taking advantage of her.

She brought her lips up to his ear and whispered with hot breath into him, “I want you to fuck me, Peter.”

His confidence came rushing back. This was exactly what he was meant to be doing. She was made for him and he was made for her. He needed to savor this moment. He would be the first person to fuck her. It was all him.

He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet cunt. He leaned down to kiss her when he started pushing the tip inside. She cooed at the feeling of him parting her lips. He knew the pleasant feeling wouldn’t last long when he reached her hymen. At least he could rest in knowing that her body was still in heat from the assault of his tongue. If she was ever going to be ready, now was the time.

“I want you all the way inside me, Pete.” She breathed. “Please. Please. I can’t wait anymore. I need you.”

He wouldn’t argue with that. Peter kept his slow, diligent penetration. Inch by inch he would burry himself into his beautiful angel. He felt her tensing when he hit a certain point. He stopped to check on her.

She shook her head, “Keep going. Don’t stop. It hurts more when you stop.”

He continued even when she let out a loud yelp and hissed under her breath. Her body was tensing and he could tell she was extremely uncomfortable. Peter slipped his hand between their thighs and found her clit. It was a little awkward of a position for him to reach but he did his best to keep a finger flicking over it in an effort to soothe her. His mouth also found her nipple and sucked it against his wet tongue. Anything to try and help bring her more pleasure than pain as he continued to stretch her open. She was just so tight. He had heard the term “like a glove” before but she was tighter than that. Her pussy was like a velvet vice, squeezing him harder than anything ever had before. She seemed to be drawing him deeper into her depths. His whole life had lead up to this exact moment. He was cherishing every second.

As Peter carefully filled her up, her moans started to switch from unease to pleasure. His added ministrations must be providing some much needed relief for her. She started to raise her hips to meet him more and more. He felt wanted. By the time his balls were resting against her ass cheeks, she gave him a little smile. He waited there. Letting his cock stretch her out and better accommodate him. He released her nipple and turned back to her mouth.

“Are you okay?” He asked between kisses.

She nodded, “It wasn’t as bad as I thought.”

His tongue swirled around hers. She was okay. She wasn’t in pain and she was no long virgin. That belonged to Peter now. He wanted to fuck her. He couldn’t keep waiting inside of her without doing anything. Slowly, he pulled back just a few inches and pushed into her again. She sucked in a sharp breath of air.

“Oh, yes.” She moaned. “Again.”

Peter began his slow and rhythmic thrusts, gently but deliberately fucking her now. Her breath became rapid and her beautiful tits were moving along with each thrust into her. His cock felt wonderful filling her, stretching her tight walls, and scraping over her sensitive flesh as his dick rubbed against her G-spot with every inch. There was nothing in the world that could possibly feel better than this. They both wanted each other. Needed each other. He was in heaven.

Her hot cunt was a velvet fist gripping his cock as he drew it in and out of her. He loved the sounds of her deep moans. They were getting less reserved with each passing minute. Every new thrust, Peter would pull out further and push in deeper. Soon he was able to slide through her without any restrictions. He could tell she was falling deeper in love with the act of sex too. Her hips would roll up to meet him. They both fell into a perfect rhythm together.

“Peter, oh, Peter,” she kept moaning his name with her eyes closed. He could listen to that sound forever. His name never sounded so good.

Peter increased his tempo, plunging in and out, harder and faster, his own needs taking over. He felt her hands slide up his arms and wrap around his neck, his body pressed flat against hers as he fucked her into the mattress.

“You feel so good, baby. Such a good girl. My sweet angel. Look at how well your pussy is taking me. It feels so good. So tight,” he grunted out the words, not even fully knowing what he was saying. He just wanted to praise her and remind her how lovely she was.

He felt like a steam engine, slowly starting then picking up the pace as he plowed along. Her rock hard nipples scraped against his abs. He attacked her neck with wet, heavy kisses to leave little bruises over her perfect skin.

She couldn’t speak as the erotic sensations coursed through her body. She could only moan. Her voice was getting louder. Surely, everyone on the floor could hear her now but that only made Peter want to fuck her harder. Let everyone know. She was his. He was the reason she was screaming like that. All his.

The sounds she was making was a good hint that she was about to cum soon. Peter could last a long time if he tried but he wanted to climax along with her. He closed his eyes and focused on the feelings electrifying his body. He could feel it building. He pumped harder. His hips were working over time to drive himself into her as far as he possibly could.

Her grip around his neck tightened and a loud shriek burst from her throat, “I’m coming! Oooh!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock as she spasmed around him. She continued shrieking as pure bliss washed through her body. Her pussy rippled around him like it was trying to milk the cum right out of him.

That was all it took. Peter sucked in a breath as he buried himself balls deep into her tight, little cunt and shot his load deep into the end of the condom while she drained him of everything he had. A low growl escaped his throat and he bit down hard on her shoulder to keep from screaming.

The bite must have unlocked something in her because her dying orgasm suddenly flared back up. She rocked her hips harder against him and thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow. Her entire body trembled underneath him. She was gasping for air.

Peter finally felt himself relax. He was finding it difficult to hold himself up over her any longer so he rolled off her, flipping her over to spoon naked together in the small bed. His hand found her breasts and he palmed it lazily while he closed his eyes. She was panting heavily, having trouble catching her breath.

She lay there stunned, unable to move or form words, letting Peter pull her into whatever position he wanted. He buried his face in the back of her neck and breathed her in. At some point he pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash by his bed. Now his freed cock laid nestled between her ass cheeks while she dozed in and out of sleep. Anytime she’d move, she’d brush against his dick. He was already hard again. She was in a for a treat when she realized just long he could really last. He gently grinded his hips into her while his dick slipped between her cheeks and his hands toyed with her breasts.

“That was the best moment of my entire life,” he mumbled.

She responded with nothing but a sleepy, “Mmm.”

He’d let her rest for a little while longer but he knew the night would be one with no sleep.

He’d be fucking her again in no time.

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pianostarinwonderland · 2 years ago

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You guys have no idea how much Azul’s new SSR means to me.

There are things I’m going to be losing from this. Obviously, I’m going to see my gem and key count dwindle because I have no idea if I’m going to be lucky tomorrow. I have exams next week, and this event is going to really affect my concentration horribly. I really can’t afford to not get low scores on these exams since my grades are horrible.

But this card… It’s everything that I’ve been dreaming of for the past two years.

I’ve gone through two whole years of eating crumbs, and maybe that sounds entitled since Azul got his story and SSR really early on. But it’s because his story was concluded really early on that afterwards, I don’t get to hear much from him. I really only look forward to February, I have to seek food about him from other characters (especially from Jade and Floyd), I have to feed myself every day with my own thoughts. Some days, I’ve considered on looking for new fandoms to join because I’ve gotten bored of even myself. But I still stay because of two things: (1) I have friends who still love this game very much, and (2) Azul means so much to me that it’s enough of a reason to stay.

And now, here we have him. A beautiful SSR in the most gorgeous outfit. There are so many things I want to say about this card because it is every single fantasy in my head coming to life.

Like, the setting? I once had a Honeymoon Un Deux Trois phase back in 2020-early 2021. There was something about dancing a waltz with Azul that really made me feel so giddy for months. I would always imagine us under the moonlight, on stone streets and bridges with lamps on, and dancing to that song. I never cared if it was graceful or not, because it was a dance with Azul.

Babes, besties, and bitches, the setting of that card art is exactly the setting of that imagination. Even the lights of those buildings are the same. It’s like Yana read my mind and put it on a digital canvas. The only thing different is the gate behind Azul, but otherwise, it’s everything that I’ve seen in my dreams.

Then Azul’s outfit! I’ve long entertained the idea of Azul in a masquerade outfit since last year. It was so appealing because he hides behind a mask all the time to seem more pleasing to others. It pushed me to plan out and write a (work in progress) fic where Azul is a masked pianist. He’d be decked in black and purple, mostly purple. He’d have a hat with a feather, and he’d be wearing a mask with that same shape you see on the card.

You know in fact, I always imagined since late last year that the next Abema stream was going to be me seeing Azul getting a masquerade SSR. And then I would be screaming.

And 😭 I got it. I got the masquerade card, and his outfit has similarities to what I envisioned for him. I now also know that his hat is called a tricone, and that is really awesome to know.

And to top it all off? His tailcoat. I always loved tailcoats even as a kid. There was something about how simple it is yet the way it billows in the breeze as it trails behind you creates a certain aura about you. It looks classy and almost authoritative. It catches your attention.

And guess what? Azul Ashengrotto comes in with at least 6 tail ends on his tailcoat.🧍This mcfucking octopus.

Anyway, I’m just… I am just so happy right now. 😭 Sundays have recently been my worst day of the week for certain reasons, but I had such a great day today because of Azul.

The gacha is coming tomorrow, which is really exciting but also anxiety inducing xD! I really want to stream for everyone, but I don’t think I can :( I think my stream would end up lagging horribly. But I’ll definitely share what happens here.

This post is really different from how I’d usually scream about Azul. I’ll admit, much of my energy is gone because I have melted down in a vc with friends xD but mainly, I just feel so tender about this card. It’s two years of my dreams put on a screen for the world to see. It’s two years of all the times I thought about him, talked about him, wrote about him, bringing me to a time when I can actually for the first time freak out about his event SSR when I could not do that for Beans Day. It’s two years of loving him, and now I’m here. 🥲 And I’m so thankful and happy right now.

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #twst jp

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sixfrigates · 3 years ago

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Twitter got this rant last night, but I think Tumblr needs it too. I’m still seeing some terrible fucking takes about recent events in the museum ship community. Taking care of a museum ship is A LOT of work. More so than many people realize. I’m going to try and shed some light on the monumentalism of this task below the cut.

Buckle up cuz this is gonna be a long one.

First, these ships were never intended to be preserved. Most museum ships today were wartime construction that the Navy expected to do away with after cessation of hostilities when the budget inevitably shrank again. Those that stayed would get 20-30 years at best before being mothballed. That so many of these ships are in their 70s and 80s is astounding and something these ships were NEVER built for.

Second, those ships that did eventually become museums frequently started that portion of their life as memorials and veterans clubs by those seeking to honor their fellows or relive their glory days. Preservation was not at the fore of their plans, at least not in the long term sense we typically associate with museums. In that sense, museum ships are a very young corner of this industry. While the first handful of museum ships appeared in the late 40s and early 50s, the bulk of them did not pop up until the 70s and 80s. On top of that, the shift from old boys clubs to professional museums has only happened in the last 20 years and that shift is far from complete or comprehensive. The Secretary of the Interior’s Standards for Historic Vessel Preservation Projects wasn’t published until 1990. That means most museum ships at that point had suffered several decades of poor or outright zero proper preservation practices.

Third, keeping a museum ship afloat takes A LOT of resources. Money. Manpower. Proper facilities. The Navy has all of these things in spades and even it struggles to properly care for its active ships reasonably. A museum has a fraction of that, and is trying to do the same. So let’s address some of those points.

Money- With perhaps maybe two exceptions, your tax dollars do not go towards these vessels. If I had a quarter for everyone who bitched about an entry fee because “I pAy My TaXeS” I could fucking fund my own goddamn navy. The organizations taking care of these museum ships are private nonprofits listed as 501c3′s. The Navy and the federal government have absolutely nothing to do with their operation and we don’t see one red cent from either of them. Funding comes from ticket sales, private donations, and grants. None of those are guaranteed.

Manpower- A single active duty vessel could have anywhere between 50 to several hundred sailors aboard depending on its size. Most museum ships are lucky to have staffs in the double digits. To put some perspective on this, USS Olympia (C-6) typically had a crew between 400-450 men when she was in service. Today, her maintenance staff numbers 5, and they are responsible for her AND USS Becuna (SS-319). Luckier museums have strong volunteer bases to supplement their staff, but volunteers are fickle things, but volunteers are fickle things and are in no way guaranteed either.

Facilities- Museum ships need regular out-of-water maintenance just the same as any active vessel. This usually means drydock. A decent drydock schedule for a museum ship is usually every 15-20 years depending on conditions. Lucky ones go more frequently. Unlike the navy, there is absolutely no museum ship that has its own drydock and the staff to man it. This means they have to rely on private repair companies. Yes, the Navy also resorts to contracting private drydocks as well, but this brings us to the next point. Museum ships are not a profitable project for drydock companies. They take up time and space that could be used to turn a profit instead. This means museum ships have to work exponentially harder to secure a drydock berth because companies are driven by profit (yay capitalism) and they all know working on a museum ship will be a break-even contract for them at best. Now there are some exceptions to this. Some companies will happily complete the work just for the prestige of it. Most, however, look at their bottom line and shy away.

All of these issues are further compounded if the organization is caretaking multiple ships. Invariably, one of them takes precedence for any number of reasons to the detriment of the others. It becomes a fine balancing act to provide for them all.

At the end of the day there is no guarantee that any of these museums will survive forever and the sad truth is we will lost more and more of them as time goes on. Given the Navy’s current stance on handing out new ships to be museums, this niche field could start shrinking rapidly in the next 10-20 years. But we have no way of knowing for sure.

We we do know for sure, however, is that no caretaker EVER wants to come in to work to find their charge listing, sinking, or sunk. I have before. It is an awful feeling. To see people making baseless claims about fraud, malpractice or “tHe DeMoCrAtS” is absolutely infuriating and shows a lack of understanding about how anything in this business fucking works. Saying nothing and staying in your fucking lane is more useful to us than spouting off drivel.

Now, those of you who have read this far might be wondering what you can do to actually help these museums. The answer is simple: support them.

Museums are a public trust, and while they have staff supporting immediate operations absolutely NO museum survives long term without support from its surrounding community.

So support your local museum ship. If there isn’t one local to you than pick your favorite. How do you support them? Get involved. Donate money. Donate time. Volunteer if you can. Even if it’s just once or twice a month. An extra hand goes a long way when your staff is small. I will caveat this, however, by saying you need to volunteer for the sake of the organization and not your own ego.

Money is easier. Most organizations allow you do donate online through their website. If you enjoy what a museum is doing you can make the entire staff’s day by sending in a donation with a note telling them what you think they are doing right and how much you appreciate it. Donations are also tax deductible so you get that generosity back during tax season.

Visiting also helps. Ticket sales are not only a major source of revenue but visitor counts can help secure grant funding. Visit often and bring friends. Purchase a membership. Memberships are also useful to development and grant writing, and often pay for themselves after two or three visits.

Post on social media. It’s simple but its an effective way to spread word about an organization. Post photos of your visit. Show yourself having a good time. Use hashtags and share them in groups so other people can find and see them. Write reviews on travel websites. Wax poetic about what a great time you had. Help get other people excited and interested so they go and visit too.

Alright. That’s it. I’m off my soapbox. For now, at least. I will leave you all with a link. Click it. Donate.

Then go get involved.

https://savethesullivans.org/

#museum ships #museumships #not history

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leia-writes · 2 years ago

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Hi! iread These Violent Delights

Have Violent Ends and i loved it sooo much! Can i request a femreader smut with the front man character? i don't have any plot ideas, it's up to you !

of course! I decided to take an enemies to lovers route with this one, I really enjoyed writing it. thank you!!

Kiss With A Fist

hwang in-ho | front man x reader

ao3 link

masterlist

song inspiration: kiss with a fist by florence + the machine

warnings: SMUT - 18+ ONLY

“Do we really have to do this now?”

You stood in the elevator with In-ho, making your way to one of the several storage rooms on site. It was almost midnight and you just wanted to go to sleep. The next round of games were about to start, and you’d mistakenly misplaced some critical information on some of the players. You suspected a guard moved the files to one of the storage rooms, but with the amount of information the organization kept, finding it might take a while.

In-ho scoffed next to you. “Yes. And you’re lucky I’m going with you to help look for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “I just don’t see why this can’t get done tomorrow. It’s late.”

“If you hadn’t been so careless, we wouldn’t have to do this in the first place.”

“Why does everything have to be on paper anyways? Everything should be digital now. There’s no reason for us to have all this paper.” You knew you made a mistake, but having to go through all of this was too much.

He sighed sharply. “Would you stop complaining?”

Before you could respond, the elevator door opened, and you started searching for the missing files. It was beyond annoying having to search through everything when it could be so much simpler if everything was digital. You spent almost an hour searching before In-ho approached you and pushed the files into your chest, shoving you backwards a bit.

“Here. Now put them where they belong. And don’t fuck up again.”

He walked away, and you stood there angrily. He was so fucking irritating. You knew he probably relished in seeing you make a mistake. You’d worked with him almost a year now, and from the very beginning the two of you never got along. He clearly felt threatened by your presence, having worked alone before you came along. Anytime you contributed, he treated you like a nuisance.

But that never discouraged you. Like In-ho, you’d won a round of the Squid Games yourself, so dealing with him was nothing. You had no problem giving him the same treatment he’d given you. The problem was, you worked together every single day, almost all of your time spent side by side. Being around someone who constantly tried to undermine you was a daily challenge.

You shook off your anger and put the files away before going to bed. You and In-ho had a shared living space, with separate rooms. There was no escaping him, so you tried your best to let it go. Of course, things didn’t always work out that way.

~~~

A few days later, the Squid Games began, and everything seemed to go by without any problems. Even after the players had voted to leave, a good amount decided to come back. It wasn’t until you noticed In-ho acting strange that you realized something was going on.

He’d been acting particularly stressed and distant, constantly running off to go do some unknown task. You knew the games added another level of stress to your job, but his behavior wasn’t normal. Anytime you tried to question him, he’d give you the usual cold shoulder or rude demeanor.

He was away yet again when you heard the guards speaking over the radio. A guard had gone missing? What the hell was he up to? You immediately made your way to the VIP escape area, where In-ho was kneeling next to a guard.

“What the hell is going on?”

He stood and turned around, his fingers bloody, holding a bullet. His mask was on, but you could tell he was annoyed to see you. “It’s being handled.”

“Clearly it isn’t.” You gestured towards the guard, dead on the ground.

He threw the bullet to the side. “Go check the rooms.” He walked past you, leaving before you could say anything else. He always got like that when he made a mistake, not wanting to give you the benefit of seeing him fail.

You made your way to the guard dorms, quickly discovering a guard was missing. Instead of looking for the guard himself, though, In-ho instructed the guards to search for him, leaving the two of you to oversee the next game. The VIPs would arrive soon after, and you’d both have to tend to them immediately.

As you watched the players in the control room, standing next to In-ho, you turned to him. “Why don’t you tell me what the hell is happening?”

“It’s none of your concern,” he said coldly, facing forward.

“A guard was killed. Of course it’s my fucking concern.”

“I told you I’m handling it.”

You scoffed, turning away. “You better hope it gets handled before the VIPs arrive.”

In-ho shifted uncomfortably, his hands tightening into fists. You could tell he had more to say, but kept it in and stayed silent. You smirked under your mask as you continued to observe the game.

Once the game was over, you decided to join the guards searching for the intruder outside, rather than do nothing with In-ho. He seemed to be too caught up in his own thoughts to notice you leave anyways. You walked the shoreline, looking for any sign, when the guards found the body.

They called In-ho on the radio, who quickly showed up afterwards. As In-ho approached the body, you couldn’t help yourself from rubbing it in a bit.

“You seem to be handling it just fine, huh?”

He slowly turned to you, and you could tell he was seething under the mask.

“Watch it.”

You chuckled, and handed him the wallet you found on the body. “Looks like we’re dealing with the police now.”

In-ho observed the ID, and let out a long, deep sigh. Clearly this was troubling for him.

“This is a much bigger issue now, you know that ri-”

“Would you just shut the fuck up for one minute?” In-ho interrupted, tension clear in his voice. He threw the wallet to the ground and turned away, hands on his hips. He was clearly battling with something you knew nothing about. For a moment, your curiosity outweighed your annoyance.

You took a moment to wonder what exactly he was going through, and why he was so upset. Normally he didn’t let your words get under his skin so much, so why was he so reactive to them now?

Before you could think further, you were both pinged on your radios. The VIPs arrived, and you both would have to tend to them for a while. In-ho directed the guards to burn the body and the two of you met with the VIPs.

You greeted the VIPs and prepared for the next game. During the glass bridge game, you stood with In-ho at the control desk, but your mind was anywhere but the game. In-ho seemed distracted as well, constantly checking his radio to make sure it was working. It was incredibly boring, and knowing the intruder was still out there, with the VIPs around, made you on edge.

“I’m going to go search with them. There’s no reason I need to be here too.”

“No. You’re staying.”

You rolled your eyes, under the mask, and ignored him. “I’ll let you know what we find.”

You turned to walk away, but In-ho roughly grabbed your arm. You looked at his hand indignantly before looking at him.

“Let go of me.”

“You’re not going anywhere.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

You could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle darkly under his mask.

“I’m not telling you. I’m making you.” He pulled you back in front of the controls, closer to him, his grip on your arm becoming impossibly tight. The sudden proximity made you uncomfortable, an unexplainable feeling starting to form inside you.

He leaned towards you, whispering. “Don’t fucking move.”

He shoved you, letting go of your arm. You could feel some of the VIPs watching you, and you knew better than to make a scene now. In-ho promptly walked away, forcing you to be the one to stay and oversee the game. The lingering pain from his grip on your arm just added to your frustration.

How dare he think he can treat you like that? The more you thought about it, the more upset it made you. He had no right to put his hands on you like that. You cursed yourself for wavering when he pulled you close to him. The strange feeling from before started to come back, but you quickly pushed it away.

Once the game was over, you returned to your shared living space. Whatever In-ho had to deal with, you decided he would deal with it alone. If he wanted you out of the way, that was fine. It wasn’t your responsibility anyways. With how chaotic everything had been, you deserved a break.

After a while, you heard In-ho exit the elevator. You expected him to give you an update, but he went straight to the bathroom. A few minutes passed and you heard him groaning, before hearing the sound of metal falling to the ground. What the hell?

You walked to the bathroom door, softly knocking. “Where’s the intruder?”

You heard In-ho sigh out of frustration. “Taken care of.”

“Is he dead?”

“Yes.”

“Where’s the body?”

In-ho yelled out of frustration, and unbeknownst to you, pain. “I fucking took care of it, he’s at the bottom of the ocean now, are you happy?”

You paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you incinerate the body? That’s protocol.”

In-ho suddenly opened the door, anger written all over his face. You quickly noticed the wound he was holding a towel to.

“What the fuck happened?”

“Why do you have to be so fucking nosy? I told you it was taken care of.” He grimaced in pain and went to shut the door, but you blocked it.

“What happened?”

In-ho sighed, clearly worn down. He walked back to the sink and threw the towel down before preparing to stitch his wound. You noticed a bullet in the sink.

“He shot me. I shot him back. It’s over now.”

Something felt off to you. There was no way In-ho would let the intruder shoot him before killing him himself.

“You didn’t answer my question. Why didn’t you take care of the body?”

In-ho shut his eyes in frustration for a moment, but continued to focus on stitching his wound. “I told you, he’s dead in the ocean now.”

“But his body could show up somewhere.”

He huffed in pain, ignoring you.

You stayed silent for a moment, deciding not to bother him while he was stitching himself. As you stewed in your thoughts, it all seemed more and more strange to you. When he was finished, he turned to you, annoyed.

“What do you want?”

“I want to know why you left the body.”

He turned away, cleaning himself up and ignoring you again.

You rolled your eyes. “Are you sure he’s even dead?”

He looked down, letting out a deep breath, and in the mirror you could see rage on his face. His fists were clenched, his body shaking. He stayed silent again.

“Why won’t you tell me what the fuck is going on?!”

In an instant, In-ho punched forward on the mirror, shattering it to pieces, screaming. The sudden sound made you jump back. He turned to you, his hand bloody.

He looked you right in the eyes, shaking in fierce anger. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”

You stared at him for a few moments, anger brewing inside of you as well. He acted violent, but you weren’t scared. “Then don’t endanger all of us with your careless behavior.”

“Careless?” he said, his voice shaking. He turned away and leaned forward on the counter, grimacing. He took in a shaky breath, and let out a sob through gritted teeth.

He started to cry. He was crying.

That caught you off guard. You’d never seen anything close to this kind of emotion coming from him. For a moment, your anger subsided, and you felt… concern.

Why did you even care? You despised this man. But… the way he was breaking down in front of you, it was so bizarre. You knew something significant had to have happened.

“In-ho, just… just tell me what happened.”

He looked at you again, and you could tell inside he was truly falling apart. He looked deranged. “What happened? I’ll tell you what happened… That intruder, he…” he paused, his face contorting in pain, “he… he was my brother.”

His… brother? You stood there in shock, not sure how to react. You were mortified.

In-ho laughed wildly, his emotions out of control. “And you want to know why I didn’t burn his body? I already shot him, isn’t that enough?”

He stepped closer to you as you stayed speechless.

“Isn’t it enough that I had to shoot him? Isn’t that all we’re good for now? Shooting and killing people?”

You were absolutely stunned. You never expected this, and you weren’t sure what to do. You wished you had never asked anything at all.

“In-ho, I’m… I’m sor-”

He cut you off by grabbing your throat with his hand, pushing you on the wall behind you. His fingers, bloody from punching the mirror, gripped your throat harshly.

“Maybe I should start with you, huh? Then you would finally shut the fuck up.”

Your mouth was wide open, desperate to breathe, as he choked you. His face was inches from yours, and the sight of you struggling against him just encouraged him further. He dug his fingers into your skin, tightening his grip on your throat.

You brought your hands to his arm to try and pry him off of you to no avail. You kicked his legs, tried everything you could, but his strength was too much. His anger was too much. No matter what you did, he wouldn’t let go of you.

Tears started to fall from your eyes and you were pleading for relief. You had never been scared of him like you were in that moment. You knew he was temperamental, you knew he had issues, but you never expected him to take it out on you like that. In that moment, what truly scared you was the possibility he would kill you right then and there.

You started seeing spots in your vision, and your strength was faltering. Your harsh punches were turning into soft shoves. You felt yourself slowly starting to pass out. At what felt like the very last moment, In-ho grimaced, and threw you to the ground. You gasped for air, coughing and holding your throat gently.

“Get the fuck out of my sight.”

He went back to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You stayed on the ground for a moment, trying to compose yourself. He really almost killed you then. You were beyond upset, you were disturbed. What kind of fucked up place had you found yourself in? You found yourself questioning every decision you made that led up to this moment, regretting the day you decided to work with In-ho.

But it didn’t matter. None of that meant anything when it was In-ho who took his problems out on you. You at least had some solace there, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but it made you even angrier. It wasn’t your fault his brother found his way here. It wasn’t your fault he had to kill his own brother.

But, somewhere deep inside your mind, you honestly felt bad for him. If you had done the same, you knew you’d go mad just like he did. Why did he just have to deal with things so poorly?

You groaned in frustration. “Fuck!”

You quickly stood up and went to your room, getting ready to sleep. Your mind was whirling with thoughts, and as time went on nothing was making sense to you. Hopefully, after a night’s sleep and once the games are over, you’ll have a moment to think clearly.

~~~

The next evening, you were riding in the limo with In-ho, sitting next to him. The two of you had managed to set aside your emotions enough to not fight in front of anyone, but they were brewing inside you intensely. After you dropped off the winner, you made your way to the island, dreading the long drive back.

You took off your mask and threw it to the side, leaning forward to pour yourself more champagne. In-ho, his mask off, eyed you with disdain. You could tell from the corner of your eye. You rolled your eyes and drank the glass in one sitting. He had no right to act this way towards you. There was nothing wrong with questioning him.

He scoffed, drinking as well.

You eyed him. “What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to. I can see it on your face.”

“So you can’t control yourself if someone merely looks at you?”

You looked at him, offended. “Don’t talk to me about control. I merely rolled my eyes and you’re upset.”

“I’m just sick of working with a brat like you.”

You laughed. “What exactly did I do that was so wrong? You would’ve questioned me just the same last night, if not worse.”

In-ho stayed silent, jaw clenched, looking away.

“I didn’t know it was your brother,” you said softly.

That really set him off. He drank the rest of the champagne in his glass and forcefully threw it forward, the glass shattering at the front of the limo. You turned to him, initially shocked but not surprised. Before you could react, he grabbed your throat again. Though he wasn’t as forceful as before, the bruises made it painful still.

“Don’t make me finish what I started last night.”

Anger was stewing inside of you, but you laughed. “We both know you won’t.”

He glared and gripped your throat harder, though still not like before. You swiftly slapped him square in the cheek, redness appearing almost instantly.

“Stop acting like you can control me,” you sneered.

He pushed you to the back of your seat, practically hovering over you at this point, his face dangerously close to yours. He raised his hand, as if he was going to slap you, but lowered it.

“What, too scared to hit me?” You knew you were provoking him, but it was too good to pass up.

He raised his hand again, but instead of hitting you, he covered your mouth.

“Just. shut. up. For once.”

You brought your arm to his, trying to force his hand off your mouth, but he just leaned into you harder. You glared at him since you were unable to speak. Both of you were staring into each other’s eyes so intensely, you felt like you could feel everything he felt in that moment. All of the anger, pain, frustration, and the tension between you two. It was all becoming so palpable.

You scanned his face, noticing all the little features you never noticed before. You felt that same unfamiliar feeling start to overwhelm you, just like when he pulled you close to him in front of the VIPs. It frustrated you to no end. You felt helpless.

After a few moments, In-ho slowly lowered his hand, his eyes fixating on your lips. You squirmed under his gaze, feeling frustrated and… desperate, but you weren’t sure for what.

Suddenly, In-ho leaned forward, and kissed you.

His kiss was just as strong as his hands, his lips crushing yours with intense force. For a moment, you were unable to think or move. Was he really doing this? Was this really happening?

The desperate feeling from before just blossomed into something much more, something like… desire.

Did you really want him? Like this?

He leaned back, lips separating from yours. You almost whined at the loss of contact. What the fuck was wrong with you? You looked at him, shock and confusion on your face.

In-ho smirked. “That seems to shut you up.”

That sent you over the edge. You grabbed his face and pushed him back in his seat, kissing him fiercely again. You wouldn’t let him take control that easily.

You sat on his lap and started grinding on him, making any attempt to take down his defenses. He groaned into your mouth as you kissed over and over, both of you trying to be more forceful than the other. You brought both your hands to his throat, digging your fingers into his skin as you continued to kiss him. You wanted him to feel exactly what he did to you. That feeling of power fed the fire of your desire even more.

He grabbed your sides and pushed you on your back onto the seat, hovering over you. The force of falling down caused you to yelp and remove your hands from him. In-ho took the opportunity and grabbed both of your arms, pinning them above your head.

You wanted to feel frustrated, but he started to kiss and bite your neck, and you couldn’t help yourself from moaning. Fuck. You felt embarrassed but just couldn’t be bothered to care too much. You struggled under his hold, and he chuckled into your neck.

“Who knew you’d be so desperate for me?”

You blushed, flustered knowing he was relishing in having this power over you. He let your hands go to unzip your coat, immediately grasping one of your breasts, returning his mouth to your neck. You moaned before pushing him off of you, onto the floor next to you. You turned over and straddled him again, smirking.

“Don’t act like you weren’t the one to kiss me first.”

You shrugged off your coat before unzipping his. In-ho leaned forward to take it off and pull you in for another rough kiss. You grinded down on him again, feeling his erection under his pants, moaning into his mouth. You pulled his shirt off and his hands went to your sides to pull yours off.

At this point, you didn’t care how you got it, you just needed him. You needed to take everything from him just like he wanted with you. You could feel yourself getting wetter as you continued grinding on him. His hands went to your hips to push you down harder, guiding your movements. He just had to have control, didn’t he?

You grasped his jaw, pushing him away from you harshly.

“Fuck me. Now.”

He huffed and lifted you back on the seat, unzipping his pants. You unzipped yours and pulled them off along with your underwear, taking your bra off and leaving yourself bare in front of him. Suddenly, you felt vulnerable in front of him, which annoyed you.

As he took off his pants, you watched his cock spring out, your desperation growing even more. You shoved him back onto the seat, going to straddle him before he shoved you back.

“I don’t think so.”

He turned you around, your knees resting on the edge of the seat as he lined his hips with yours behind you. He held your neck from behind, hovering over you and shoving your face onto the top of the seat cushions. He lined his cock with your entrance, immediately feeling how wet you were. You groaned, wiggling your hips, desperate for any sort of control you could get.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, did I do this to you?”

You groaned out of frustration, knowing he was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

“Just hurry up.”

He leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock into you. You let out a long moan together as he completely filled you, staying still for a brief moment before he started pounding into you relentlessly.

The sudden pleasure made your mind go blank. All you could focus on was the feeling of him fucking you and how fucking good it felt. You moaned nonstop now, not even caring what you sounded like. You didn’t care if it meant he thought he had complete control over you now. All that mattered was you were getting what you wanted and he was giving it to you.

You could tell In-ho was losing himself as well, groaning and grunting as he thrust into you roughly. He grabbed your ass with one hand and smacked it, causing you to yelp. The sudden sting just added to your pleasure. You clenched around his cock and he leaned forward, groaning into your neck.

The more he fucked you, the more you could feel all of your defenses coming down. You couldn’t even remember why you were so upset with him before. All of the anger you’d felt had completely dissipated into desire. As you thought about it more, you realized… maybe you never hated him to begin with.

Yes, he was annoying, and stubborn, and irritating, but he was also the one person who could understand you the best. The one person you knew who had been through the same thing as you. You fought every day, but at least that meant you cared. It meant you longed for something better. If you didn’t care at all, he wouldn’t get under your skin so easily.

You did care. A lot. And you longed for so much more… you longed for him.

In-ho could sense the shift in your demeanor and slowed down, gently holding on to your shoulders. You turned around and looked him in the eyes, your features soft now instead of the fierce looks you’d given before. You were almost… pleading for him. He could tell you weren’t angry anymore. In an instant, you felt the most vulnerable you ever had.

His face softened, as if he knew exactly what you were thinking at that moment. He reached forward to gently cup your face, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. You looked at his lips briefly, silently begging for them.

He stilled inside of you and leaned forward to kiss you gently. You moaned softly and brought a hand to his face. You knew at that moment you wanted him, just him. No ulterior motives, no fights for dominance, no revenge to be had anymore. You broke from the kiss, feeling overwhelmed at your shift in energy. He looked at you concerned, holding you as if you’d break in his hands. He was being so gentle, so caring, it made your heart swell, and you started to cry.

He immediately grabbed your shoulders and brought you close to him, sitting down in the seat and bringing you to his lap. You faced him and sank down on his cock, moaning and continuing to cry. It was all so overwhelming, the rush of emotion with the pleasure you were feeling. In-ho held your face, wiping your tears as they fell.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at you with such concern it made you cry even more. You couldn’t even get any words out, you just continued to ride him and pulled him close, resting your head near his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on yours, confused but overwhelmed just as much as you were. The moment you laid bare before him, he felt a shift in his emotions as well. Maybe all the conflict the two of you had was meant to lead to this moment, maybe all the frustration he felt about you was really a deep longing.

After losing his brother, he was sure he had no one left. When he saw your face drop when he told you he killed him, he’d never admit it but it broke his heart even more. Not because you were afraid of him, not because you despised him. But because he could tell you cared. It was so much easier to push you away, to get upset at you, rather than face his feelings and be vulnerable. He’d already lost so much.

He brought your face to his and kissed you deeply. You kept crying and it destroyed him inside. “I’m sorry,” his voice breaking, “I’m sorry.”

You paused, taken aback. “No, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. Stop crying, darling. It’s okay.”

That made you cry even more. Fuck, you were so far gone now. You couldn’t imagine how you spent all this time together without realizing how much you actually cared for him.

He rested your forehead on his. “Just focus on me. You’re okay. You’re doing so well.”

Your heart fluttered wildly at his words, and you couldn’t believe that just a while ago you were at each other’s throats. His hands rested on your hips as you rode him, your emotions starting to calm down. You felt pleasure rise again in your core.

In-ho kissed your neck. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. So fucking good.”

You whined against him, his praises encouraging you further. You started riding him faster and he groaned beneath you. He shifted his hips and began to thrust upwards into you.

You moaned and met his thrusts, the force of his pounding setting your body on fire. You kissed him roughly.

“You feel so good inside me.”

He kissed you again, encouraged by your words as well, thrusting into you harder. You wanted to show him how good you felt. You wanted to express your desire for him physically just like you had done so to express your anger and frustration earlier.

You felt tension starting to form in your core, begging for release. “You’re gonna make me cum fucking me like this,” you whispered into his ear.

You clenched on his cock and he groaned loudly beneath you. He grabbed your hair and pulled you in for a kiss roughly before turning you over on your back, your hips on the edge of the seat. He thrust into you again and looked at your body up and down.

“You’re gonna make me cum looking like this.”

You mewled beneath him and pulled him close, wanting as much of him as you could get. He kissed your neck where he had left marks before. The new angle of his thrusts sent waves of pleasure over your body, and you knew you were close.

“In-ho.” You pulled his face in front of yours. “I need you.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he moaned, almost whimpering. It almost looked like he was about to cry, and your heart broke for him… is this how he felt for you when you cried?

You held his face gently. “I need you. I need you so fucking much. I’ve always needed you.”

He cried out, and you could tell he was close too. He rested his head on your shoulder, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

“No. I need you.”

The intensity of his words almost sent you over the edge. You held him close, grabbing his shoulders desperately.

“In-ho, please… please cum inside me.”

You couldn’t hold back anymore, and came intensely as he fucked you. You cried out, holding on to him as you let the pleasure fully take over, your body shuddering beneath him. In-ho groaned loudly and came, releasing loads of his cum inside of you. The feeling of being filled by him just added to your pleasure. He slowly thrust into you, both of you riding out your high as long as possible.

He pulled out of you and he looked down, noticing his cum leak out of you. You whined at the empty feeling. As you calmed down, you worried what this might mean for you. What if In-ho was just caught up in the moment? Did he really want you like this?

He sat down next to you, catching his breath. For a moment, you felt awkward. You were just sitting there, naked and silent. Before you could think further, he pulled you close to him again, sitting in his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and guided your head to his shoulders.

After a few moments, he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You sighed, relieved, and nodded into his neck. The fact he was considering you in this moment reassured you he still wanted you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Stop saying that. You have nothing to be sorry about.”

You sighed, pouting.

He softly chuckled. “Who knew you could be so nice?”

You scoffed playfully. “I could say the same for you.”

You looked up and noticed him smiling, realizing you’d never seen him smile before. Your heart swelled at the sight. How could the two of you have gone this long without realizing how much you actually cared for each other?

What about all the horrible things you did to each other?

As if he was reading your mind, he held you tighter, and whispered, “I’m sorry for everything.”

You sighed. “Me too.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked, as he gently rubbed your hair. He loved taking in all the little things about you, all the things he missed out on all this time.

“No. Just you.”

“Good. You have me.”

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Unlocking The Marauders Daddy Kink

Calling Remus “Daddy” for the first time:

It’s the summer before 7th year. Remus has been sleeping over at your house for two weeks before going to visit James and Sirius at the Potter’s.

You’re in the middle of putting together an Ikea couch that’s intended to go in the flat the two of you are getting after graduation, but in the meantime it’s staying in your room.

You’re focusing in on the directions and manage to accidentally get your finger pinched under the wood.

“Ouch!”

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks, popping up from the other side of the mountain of blocks and cushions. “Did you hurt yourself, angel?”

“Yeah.” You answer with a wince, showing him the finger. “I just pinched it, but damn that hurt!”

He chuckles at the pout on your lips, gently clasping your hand and pressing a comforting kiss against the offended digit.

“My poor baby, how’s that feel?” He asks in an overly sweet voice and you grin despite his patronizing tone.

“ ‘S okay now. Although I’d feel even better if you gave me more kisses, Daddy.”

You laughed at the way he froze, you loved the rare moments when you got to one-up him at quick thinking.

Something you didn’t account for was how his brow arched in intrigue, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before they slid into a sly smirk.

“Really now? Well I can give you more than just kisses, sweetheart. How would that make you feel?”

Calling James “Daddy” for the first time:

It was the morning of Hogsmeade weekend and you’d figured it wouldn’t hurt to check on the assigned plot in the greenhouses, that was granted to you by Professor Sprout, after breakfast.

And no matter how many warnings you gave, James insisted on tagging along even though it was clear he was freezing from the snow and extreme temperature drop.

He stood all but subtly shivering beside you as you checked the soil, watered the plants and fussed over whether or not they needed to be pruned.

“You could’ve waited inside the castle, love. It’s not like I’m in any sort of immediate danger out here.” You noted teasingly, beginning to put away your tools.

“I know.” He huffed, attempting to warm his hands for the umpteenth time. “Just didn’t want you to be alone. Besides, instead of you walking all the way back to the common room to find me, we can head straight to the Three Broomsticks from here.”

You laughed at his justification, not once since you’d started dating had he made a single decision without considering how it’d involve and affect you.

Cupping a hand on his shoulder and leaning up on your tippy toes, he ducked down closing the distance, allowing you to kiss his cheek sweetly.

“Hm, I have such a caring daddy. How’d I ever get so lucky?” You remarked with fond smile, turning back to the chore of clearing your work table.

Just as you closed your kit, you felt him lifting you over his shoulder, a firm arm hooked around your thighs.

“Oh! What are you doing!?” You tried not to scramble, desperately clawing at the back of his coat to keep you from slipping.

“Well, Hogsmeade’s canceled now, love. But don’t worry, we’ll still have plenty of fun.”

Calling Sirius “Daddy” for the first time:

“Don’t make such a put-out face, Y/N. I didn’t say no, I just said you’d have to wait.” He rolled his eyes dismissively at your severe pout, turning back to the unfinished Transfiguration essay on the table in front of him.

You looked down at your lap sadly, kicking your feet aimlessly and picking at your fingernails. His timing was impeccable. The exact minute you’d randomly slipped into a fuzzy headspace, he’d decided it was ample time to start his homework.

Your thoughts were moving very slowly, but the main idea at the forefront of your mind, was that you wanted him. It didn’t matter if he spent an hour teasing you, you just wanted to feel him. To run you fingers through his hair- to moan his name.

“I-“ You began, only to be interrupted.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it right now. Let me at least finish the initial draft. Don’t start acting like a brat.” He hadn’t even bothered to look at you and this snapped the thin cord of patience you’d been weakly trying to maintain.

Suddenly it didn’t matter that you were in the library or that you were a seventh year and not a preschooler.

He hadn’t given you the only thing that seemed to matter at that second and you couldn’t help but let the tears spill. Cradling your face, you sobbed weakly, your hands shaking.

“Are you- What are you crying for?” He asked exasperatedly, causing you to cry a little harder at the thought of upsetting him.

“I’m sorry.” You whined helplessly, working yourself up into nervous hiccups. “Didn’t mean to make you angry. I just wanted you, Daddy! Wanted to feel you in me.”

He tsked at your state, taking one good look at you before pulling you into his chest.

After a good minute of rubbing your back and reassuring you he wasn’t really cross with you, your sobs ceased and breathing evened. The only signs of your tantrum were your puffy eyes and the occasional hiccup.

“What did I tell you about looking so sorry for yourself.” He scolded mildly, tenderly yanking at your nose before moving to stand. Neatly collecting his parchment and quill set, he extended a broad hand your way.

“Cmon, dear. Let’s get you taken care of.”

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gingersnaaps · 4 years ago

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too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

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Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

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