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[qeyond]

Noooo it's not the sketch books I thought they were :((( they're probably still at my parents house ugh

But I did have one of my drafting sketch books for my wammys house au.... Absolutely weird names going on here but go off. That's part of the death note flavor for real tho

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: older!reiner x reader

warnings: smut 18+, age gap (old enough to be readers dad)

Congratulations

Reiner didn't typically consider himself the most neighborly. Sure he'd wave when in passing, or occasionally comment on his neighbors’ yard, but that was it.

It wasn't like him to walk across his lawn to offer help or introduce himself.

That was until he saw you, pout resting on your pretty lips as you struggled to open your door with the large box in your hands.

Maybe it was that he hit multiple aces while golfing or maybe it was your ass peeking from your shorts. Whatever it was it prompted him to approach you, offering to help you inside.

Any other time you'd have declined, aware of the horror stories of seemingly kind men but something told you to trust him. Maybe it was the prominent muscles along his six foot frame, or that he was old enough to be your dad. Whatever it was you accepted.

He helped you bring all of your boxes and furniture in. Happily rearranging your room for the third time and even helping you fix the wobbly leg of your coffee table before wishing you a good night and returning to his house.

That night he jerked off to the memories of you bent over and the small sounds you made when lifting a heavy box.

You talked with him once after that. When you finally settled into the house that was too large for one girl, you went knocking on his door to bring him thank you brownies, praying he didn't notice your eyes lingering on the prominent v-line of his bare torso before you finally handed him the dish.

Of course, there were the occasional waves whenever you two happened to pass by each other but your schedules rarely mixed. That was until he decided to take a day off.

While in the middle of mowing his lawn, he saw you leave your house, gown in hand, and dripped in colorful cords and stoles, your decorated graduation cap sparkling in the sun as you rushed to your car.

He thought about you the entire time you were gone, busying himself with housework, and keeping a close ear by the door. When he caught the sound of your car pulling in your driveway he immediately jogged his way over to you, stopping in the same place he first introduced himself.

“Hi, I just wanted to come over and congratulate you. I saw you this morning but you seemed to be in a rush” He smirked, hazel eyes skimming your bare legs that appeared elongated in the heels you wore.

“Aww thank you, I was, but I'd have loved to talk to you anyway” A nervous giggle escaped you. Despite the low interaction, you couldn't help but grow a small crush on your older neighbor. The sight of him in his suit or tight golf shorts being the star in all of your late night fantasies.

“Would you like to come over to have dinner? Today, or sometime this week? I'm sure you have some plans later but if not, I'd love to have you over.” He rubbed his beard nervously as he awaited your reply.

You did. But you were convinced your friends and family would understand that you just had to take up the opportunity to get to know your hot neighbor.

At least that's what you told yourself when you accepted his invitation.

And let him teach you how to cook a steak.

And maybe when you allowed him to pull you down onto his lap as you watched the sunset.

And definitely when he carried you up his stairs before fucking you senseless.

You lost count of how many orgasms you've had. The moment he laid you on his bed, his lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking the life out of you numerous times, and fingering your pink walls till tears stained your cheeks and you shook from overstimulation.

You thought you'd be safe once he bullied his fat cock into your aching walls. Surely a man of his age didn't have the best stamina, right? Wrong.

He quite literally laughed in your face at your disbelief when he fucked his first load back into your sopping pussy.

You'd never been so full, his tip ramming against your cervix whenever he fully pounded into you and the outline of his dick as he pressed down on your tummy having you drool.

“Rei, too much” You cried. Ass in the air and face buried into the mattress as he pounded into you from behind, hands tied back with your lacey panties. Whines barely audible over the slapping skin.

“Why are you complaining, bunny? Isn't this what you wanted? For daddy to ruin this pretty pussy” He whispered in your ear. The new angle reaching spots you never knew existed.

“Ouuu, yes, please, daddy” You whined, turning to give your signature pout. Oh, how you looked so pretty to him. Face stained with tears and your pouty, plumped, glossy lips looking so soft. He found it cute how you tried to convince him to let you cum.

“No” He pecked your lips before pulling out fully, only to ram his cock back in. A harsh slap landed on your ass cheek at the same time, red bruise forming on the brown skin from his previous spanks.

“Oh my gaaawd please, I can't hold it in anymore” You resisted against the restraints, desperate to slow his movements

“Yes, you can, princess.” He taunts, as he continued his relentless pounding.

You wanted to believe him. You really did as you tried to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was providing you. You tried and tried but nothing stopped the knot from snapping. A string of curses flowing from your pretty lips as your body found the strength to push out the clear stream of squirt, your walls clamping around his cock.

He hissed, unable to resist the pressure applied as his sticky cum decorated the insides of your walls, pounding into you before pulling out to watch it drip onto his sheets.

Confusion settled into your brain as he untied your hands and flipped you over, whispering praises into your ear as he blessed your skin with soft sweet kisses.

“Reiner, I'm sorry I really tried” You started

“I know, baby. I forgive you, it's okay. You did perfect” He engulfed you in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring the path down each others throats.

You were almost convinced he did, until he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a blindfold and a vibrator from the drawer.

“I thought you said you forgive me” Pout once again resting on your lips as he opened your legs, cool air stimulating your already throbbing clit

“I do. But even the prettiest of girls don't get out of punishment”

wheres my dilf neighbor??? also congratulations to anyone who graduated. nothing but love to my fellow class of 24 graduates. even if you didn't get to graduate or you're currently still in school I'm still proud of you nd wish you nothing but success in life. mwah <3

[gracelaurie]

Innocent | Ed Warren x Reader

pairing : Ed Warren (Conjuring) x Female Reader

summary : You have been frequently bothered by a bride ghosts since you were little. But as you grow older you feel increasingly disturbed and you ask for help from Ed and Lorraine Warren, a demonologist, to help you escape the curse.

Instead of focusing on the exorcism case this time, you are caught up in a hot affair with Ed Warren.

After all, who would refuse his cock?

warning : full of smut, cheating, masturbation, virginity loss, unprotected sex, p in v sex, breeding kink, rough sex.

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You snuck into Massachusetts Western University, Wakefield. You’re obviously not a student there, you graduated from uni last year. You knew that Ed and Lorraine Warren would be lecture in there so you disguised yourself as a student.

You’re wearing a white shirt matching with a black short skirt that is above the knee. Your beautiful legs are covered with sheer stockings.

Because of your appearance, many men stare at you stunned, even women seem to steal glances at you. You’re really beautiful and different from others. Your outfit is certainly the opposite in the 70s, but it’s not because of your outfit that makes many people admire you, but because you have a beautiful face with hair that looks very soft.

You have responded politely several times when several people tried to get to know you, and they were surprised why they had never seen you here.

Even though you attract attention there, you remain focused on your purpose here. The thought that told you to focus appeared when you saw the bride's figure appear again at the end of the room while Ed and Lorraine Warren were teaching in front. The bride looks at you with red eyes, and blood comes out of her eyes.

The blood dripped on the floor and when Lorraine walked backwards and stepped on the blood, in an instant the figure disappeared.

Lorraine gasped. She froze in place, looking at the floor which now had no blood at all- then she saw you.

Ed grabbed his wife’s shoulder, and he asked, “what is it, hon?”

“Nothing,” said Lorraine briefly, her eyes still looking straight at you. Ed followed his wife’s gaze, and he’s looking at you now.

“We have to,” Lorraine stopped because she was still trying to digest everything, “we have to continue this.”

Ed nodded, he then turned the video back on, “A French-Canadian farmer with no more than a third-grade education yet after he was possessed, spoke some of the best Latin I’d ever heard.”

You looked at the screen seriously. Suddenly you felt goosebumps, but when you looked to the side of the screen, you saw Ed caught staring at you, then Ed immediately continued talking, “S-sometimes backwards.” said Ed, who surprisingly, he’s stammer.

“He’d been molested by his father, who had also tortured him repeatedly.” Ed said still unable to take his eyes off you.

You realize this. It seems like you stole Ed Warren’s attention since Lorraine stared at you intently- she knew and could feel that you were being followed by the ghost. But her husband gaze at you... seemed different.

To ensure that, you pulled up your short skirt and crossed your legs. Your thighs are clearly visible in the sheer stockings which makes Ed even more unable to focus.

“A dark spirit…” Ed’s hungry gaze at your thighs, made his wife, Lorraine, suspect her husband’s strange behavior. Ed nervously continued, “A dark spirit made its home in- in th- this man.”

“Now, if you look into his eyes, you can see him tearing blood.” said Lorraine. You watched carefully and felt increasingly goosebumps all over your body.

Again, Ed couldn’t stop looking at you. You know that just by looking, you know this is wrong. He’s a married man and maybe they already have children. But you can’t deny that you like being seen by Ed, you feel like you want to tease him again.

“And like that…” Lorraine said while glaring at her husband and you alternately, “an upside-down cross started to appear from within his body.”

“All right, Drew, you can hit the lights.”

Suddenly everyone raised their hands to ask questions. You are surprised by this, not because of the enthusiasm of the class so that everyone wants to ask questions except you, but you are surprised because you feel like you didn’t get anything from their explanation.

Because Ed keeps looking at you and you in your seat keep teasing him. It seems like no one noticed, but if anyone in the room noticed besides his wife, they couldn’t blame you. He’s hot.

You can feel Ed and Lorraine’s relationship immediately strain. After answering questions from various students, they immediately left the room at a fast pace. You immediately follow their steps towards their car.

“Hey,” you said walking over to them as they were about to get into their car, “hey, I need your help.”

Before Ed could reply to your words, you quickly said, “I’m not a student here. I’m not even from this city, I came all the way here because I got news that you were lecture here, and...”

“That ghost bride….” said Lorraine still looking straight at you, “she follows you all the time, wherever you are.”

“And the worst part is…” you lowered your head, “she was the one who made my best friend die. I was driving a car, and I saw her figure right in front of my car, and I was fooled, I...”

“I’m sorry about what happened…” Ed said looking at you guiltily, then he looked at his wife who seemed to be trying to digest something, “I’m sure we can help…”

Lorraine turned to her husband. Don’t know why he really wants to help you even though they were very busy handling other cases that they should have investigated right away. Of course Lorraine wants to help you, but she feels bad instincts between her husband and you.

She knows that you have seduced her husband and his husband can’t take his eyes off you, but she had seen everything through her vision, about a bride ghost who always haunts and disturbs you.

“Of course we can help you,” said Lorraine smiling at you, gesturing for you to get into their car.

When you got into the car, Lorraine’s smile faded as she looked at her husband. She knew that something like this would happen, they had been together for a very long time, she knew that one day her husband would give another woman his gaze as if he wanted to strip her naked. But she didn’t think she could bear this much pain, however she had to focus on her purpose this time to helping you.

“How long have you been bothered by that ghost?”Lorraine asked when you arrived at her house.

You thought that the house will contain terrible things, but it turns out that all of them have been stored in one room. Her house is the same as most houses, classic interior design, and various paintings... Lorraine said that her husband likes pictures.

“When I was little,” you said, then you looked at Ed for a moment. And you realize that you look at him too often, “I don't remember exactly, but I could see her when I was 6 years old.”

“I felt very scared. especially when I no longer live with my parents, I...” you give up. You can’t control yourself from looking at Ed. His proportional body makes you want to be fucked by him.

“I'm not from this country. I studied in America and I have graduated from university and now I live here.” You could feel Ed constantly looking at you.

You bit your bottom lip, “I was alone, in the past if I was disturbed every night I could ask my parents to look after me. I know it was the actions of a spoiled child, but now everything is different, I endure all this alone, and I’m afraid...”

“You are not alone, we are here to help you...” said Lorraine holding your hand gently, “can you explain to us what you experienced…apart from your friend’s accident?”

You think for a moment, then you say quietly, “she often comes into my dreams, I don’t know, she always says something but I never remember it. And the weird thing is, I feel like I dreamed of her only for a moment, maybe 2 minutes ago, and when I woke up, it was already morning.”

“Ed...” said Lorraine softly.

He nodded his head, “yes hon?”

“Can you be here accompany her? I will be right back.” said Lorraine as she stood up. And then she whispered something to her husband, making you feel strange. She turned to you and smiled faintly then left the place.

“Where did she go?” you asked as Ed now sat down next to you.

“She’s just… want to do her thing.”

“No, you always work together. I don’t believe that.” you said feeling suspicious.

“And you believe what?” said Ed, “After you showed me your thighs and bit your sexy lips while me and my wife were lecture in there.”

Ed’s soft fingers touched your pink lips, his thumb combing every corner of your lips while his other fingers held your chin.

You let go of Ed’s hand with a slow movement. “No, Ed, we can’t.” You said trying to avoid eye contact from him.

Ed grinned, “Why not?” he tucked your hair behind your ear, holding your chin, “look at me.”

You’re looking at each other now. You can’t help yourself when you see Ed in his formal suit and tie... his body is very proportional with his very handsome face. You only looked into his eyes for 5 seconds and you immediately kissed Ed’s lips hungrily.

Ed kissed you back, your fingers undoing Ed’s tie. He kissed your neck aggressively, then with quick movements he placed your entire body lying on the sofa. He took off his suit and shirt, as did you at the same time taking off your shirt.

When you were about to take off your skirt-- Ed, who was already topless, bit your neck and then said in a deep, hoarse voice in your ear, “leave the skirt in place. as are those filthy stockings...”

Ed ripped your sheer stocking right at your cunt. He moved your panties to look at your pussy. You could feel Ed’s fingers playing on your clit. His thumb rubs your clit with lazy movements while his other 2 fingers into your cunt.

You groaned in pain, Ed said, “damn, 2 fingers won't really go inside. You’re so tight, honey.”

“You're a virgin huh?” said Ed, who was still playing with your clitoris and with his fingers, you could only nod weakly.

“What a surprise.” You felt his fingers force their way into your vagina making you scream in pain.

You can hear Lorraine calling her husband because he heard your moan, “don't worry hon, this is part of the exorcism I’m doing. I can do it myself.” Ed lied so stupidly.

“Ed...please...” you let out a weak moan, you looked at the door of the house which was still wide open, “Ed... shouldn't we close the door first?”

His fingers slipped from your cunt. He started to unbutton his trousers. You can see his cock which is so big and hard in front of you.

You can feel his cock starting to enter the walls of your cunt which are already very wet. He kisses your thighs which are still covered in stockings then enters his entire penis into you. Makes you groan in pain and shed tears.

You felt sore because Ed’s big cock was inside you, but you really liked it.

“Ed, we have to close the door...”

Ed now put your legs over his shoulders and fucked you very aggressively, he answered, “That's not necessary. If someone else passes by this house, at least they can see what a slut you are.” He squeezed out the last word by thrusting his cock deeper into you.

You were drunk with the pleasure he was giving you. You accidentally said a sentence you didn’t want to say.

“Ed Warren.....a sexy demonologist that I just met. A married man that would exorcise all the demons in my body. Please have my baby, put it all in me…. I want you..” you moaned as he insert his cock into your wet cunt with fast movements.

Ed looked at you with pity, “I really wanted to see you have my baby the first time I saw you with those thighs that were so tempting... obey me and be a good slut.”

You nod and you feel increasingly excited and want to climax when Ed kisses both of your tits and licks your nipples while still inserting his large penis inside you.

“Ed... I want to cum.” you moaned when Ed bit your nipple.

He then kissed your collarbones then you could feel his rough breath on your neck now. He kissed your neck then you felt something flowing inside you.

He releases a lot of sperm inside you. With nothing left. His big cock was still inside you when Lorraine caught you both in the living room.

“So, can we start now?” She asked with a straight face, “of course you can do an exorcism faster than this, right, Ed?”

Ed chuckled, he still hadn't removed his cock from inside you, “yeah hon, give us some time to get dressed again.”

Lorraine left the room still with a straight face. But you know that she really jealous and hurt because she obviously heard all your moans and can imagine how great your sex was. But she can’t do anything for that because she wants her husband to be happy.

You kissed his lips as he pulled his cock out of your pussy, “that was amazing.” you said then he smiled happily.

Your still naked bodies stood up and Ed hugged you from behind, “ready for round two?”

***

[morganbritton132]

Eddie goes on Jimmy Fallon and they do that True Confessions game. The surprise guest that they bring out is Nancy. They pick which card that she has to read and She reads, “I stole drugs from a cop once…Sorry, Mom.”

Eddie, who has already opened one of his cards because he doesn’t follow the rules , holds the card up like, “Ha, mine says that I once sold drugs to a cop.”

At the same time they both say, “Hopper?” And then laughed about it like they didn’t ruin the whole segment.

Eddie’s just like: Alright, Wheels, make something up or don’t. We’ll try again. Give the people an interesting Nancy Wheeler factoid. That alright with you, Jimbo?

Nancy, after some thought: My first kiss was with a girl

Eddie: I don’t believe that! It took months for you to realize Robin was into you. Robin!

Nancy: It’s true! A first kiss is different than figuring out your sexuality, anyways. It was during spin the bottle. In seventh grade.

Eddie:

Nancy: I was dared to follow through

Eddie: Who’d you kiss?

Nancy: Barbara

Eddie: Well, that’s true. You’re not going to mention her and then lie. Sold yourself out, Wheeler.

Nancy: You go then

Eddie: …My first kiss was with a student athlete. *seeing Nancy get a look* Not Steve! We didn’t both lose our v-cards to King Steve.

Nancy: One day he’s going to divorce you for reminding people of that nickname

Eddie: Steve told me once that I never say anything he doesn’t already know in these interviews. He’s not watching them anymore.

Nancy: Was it Billy? Was it Tommy?

Eddie: it was before - when do you think I had my first kiss? Believe it not, I didn’t graduate high school a virgin

Nancy: No, i unfortunately know that. You guys were very loud. Give me a hint on who it was.

Eddie: It was a test to see if we were gay. Turns out I was. I don’t know about them though-

Nancy: Was it Jeff? He was on the wrestling for a bit, right?

Eddie: Heather Holloway

Nancy: What?!

Eddie: She was on the swim team and ran track. She used to run by where I’d smoke and we shared a few cigs, talked. Actually pretty cool for a conformist. You thought that I was questioning if I liked boys and immediately went for dick, Nance? That’s bold even for me.

[constarlations]

Any HCs on Kris :0

I have a few!

I see Kris as Lyra’s older sister by 2 years! Tho to the Johto gang she’s like their big sis figure of the group always giving advice and taking care of them!

Around the time HGSS is happening Kris already went on her journey and is working under Professor Elm as the lab assistant!

Silver technically stole the starter that Kris specifically hatched for Ethan and Lyra so she has a bit of a attitude towards Silver tho it’s v silly

Kris is actually really good friends with the Kanto cast especially Leaf since she met them on her adventure

In the timeskip, she’s sorta a Sonia role where she’s not a professor /yet/ she’s trying to get her PhD. She and Lucas are friends cause they are in the same internship in Lumiose (under sycamore) together but it’s one of those competitive ones where in the end of the internship only one of them is offered the job to stay under Sycamore but it’s p fun

Her specialty when she graduates is gonna be studying about shiny pokemon! Shiny Pokemon are really rare in the pokemon world not many people have actually seen one irl so there’s not much studies on it so a lot of ppl don’t know if it was a genetic mutation of sorts within the species or environmental factors that caused shiny Pokémon to appear so that’s what she wants to find out but as well protecting those rare pokemon from greedy people like poachers and stuff

She’s afraid of Mareep cause one bit her hand in a petting zoo when she was little

She’s really good with technology like if I would put her in a girls cartoon archetype she’s the smart one of the group who’s a hacker/technology based somehow like the nerd girl tm

Both of the sisters hate this (more so Lyra) but Kris doesn’t really like being compared to Lyra in a large amount of ways (they are both different people who have different strengths and weaknesses. For example Kris was a Stem kid growing up she put alot of time and effort to her studies or to inventions to help Pokémon but she struggled a lot socially with her peers (sorta in a similar way to Dawn) Meanwhile Lyra on the other hand did a lot of sports like lacrosse or volleyball, she was in orchestra and choir and was a social butterfly around people but she struggled with grades ALOT. There was a lot that Lyra admired about Kris and there was a lot that Kris admired about Lyra but their parents constantly pit each other’s weaknesses against each other being like “oh why can’t you be more like your sister” which put a strain on their relationship growing up especially when Kris went to college and Lyra was struggling in high school hearing these comments all the time. Eventually the sisters do talk it out as adults but yeee that’s a big part of the dynamic but it’s hard to explain

Oh yeah another general headcanon is that Kris (and Lyra) are related to Steven Stone through their dad’s side of the family (cousins) which is why he shows up in HGSS

Kris and Leaf are dating in my verse!

[neptunefairytales]

My wishes/predictions for "Kimi to Idol Precure":

Idols is a theme fans have been waiting for, but not me really. I love the franchise "Love Live!" but that the only anime idols I'm into. I tried Aikatsu but it's not really for me. "You and I" could suggest a girl who wants to be an idol and one who is already.

The logo is pretty bold, with lots of straight lines and what I notice first is the red colour! I would love a red leader! (maybe with pink as a subcolour? Kinda like Macherie or Miracle Ruby Style) The othe colours we really see are purple and yellow. I could see a purple/blue Cure as the second member and a yellow as the third. The website show a lot more blue than yellow tho. So maybe a trio of Pink/Blue /Purple. The yellow is for the fairy/public/magic/... And of course the black and white hearts are intriging, maybe it's some sort of styles or modes? After all idols needs a lot of outfits!

As for the names, the obvious one is Cure Idol but it would be so on the nose! If we got a duo at first Cure Dance and Cure Song/Music could be used. Some other words I propose are: Spotline, Note, Live, Encore, Chanson, Stage, Celebrity, Voice, Symphony, Medley, …

For the mascot/fairy I have zero ideas! The transformation items will be mirrors or mics, the weapons can also be mics or instruments (or the attacks will be songs? Like in Mermaid Melody?) They will have some very cutsie and annoying catchphrases and calls for the public help/love, like real idols do. The enemies will of course be a rival bands (who stole love from fans? Popularity turned onto power? Or a girl who became too old to stay an idol will be the big bad of the season?)

Maybe they will have 2 secret identities: the idol one and the Precure one? (Callback to old magical girls anime, like Creamy Mamy or even Sailor V in PGSM?) They will either reveal their secret identities in the end or graduates and get back to normal ("because in the end the only fan I need is You". Unity will be a key or something like that)

That's it for the moment, I will be back when the designs will be revealed!

[mostlysignssomeportents]

This day in history

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

#20yrago Printer cartridges aren’t copyrighted works https://web.archive.org/web/20041102085343/http://lawgeek.typepad.com/lawgeek/2004/10/static_control_.html

#15yrsago Italian politician sues 4000+ YouTube commenters https://web.archive.org/web/20091030044651/http://www.antoniodipietro.com/en/2009/10/we_will_defend_you_all_from_cu.html

#15yrago Terrified London cops spending millions gathering useless intelligence on peaceful protestors https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/libertycentral/2009/oct/26/police-protest-data-protection

#10yrsago Edward Snowden interviewed by Lawrence Lessig https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_Sr96TFQQE

#10yrsago CHP officer who stole and shared nude photos of traffic-stop victim claims “it’s a game” https://www.cbsnews.com/sanfrancisco/news/east-bay-chp-officer-accused-of-stealing-nude-photos-says-its-game-for-police-california-highway-patrol-sean-harrington/

#5yrsago “Affordances”: a new science fiction story that climbs the terrible technology adoption curve https://slate.com/technology/2019/10/affordances-cory-doctorow-sf-story-algorithmic-bias-facial-recognition.html

#5yrsago Nearly all Americans’ taxes will go down under Medicare for All https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2019/oct/25/medicare-for-all-taxes-saez-zucman

#5yrsago Researchers’ budget blown when a migrating eagle’s tracker chip connects to an Iranian cellular tower and sends expensive SMSes https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-50180781

#5yrsago New Hampshire state Rep John Potucek kills Right to Repair bill: “cellphones are throwaways…just get a new one” https://www.vice.com/en/article/lawmaker-kills-repair-bill-because-cellphones-are-throwaways/

#1yrago Amazon Alexa is a graduate of the Darth Vader MBA https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/26/hit-with-a-brick/#graceful-failure

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

[eruhatesu]

look idc if people wanna hc gojo as a whore or whatever but im a big truther of gojo and utahime losing their v cards together, and mostly in a "no strings attached" sense but later they form a very close bond beyond friendship ^^

wwwwwww it was a one drunken night :3 Utahime will always deny it happened when theyre around friends but Shoko and Mei-san knew... oh fr they knew bc she was drunk texting them that night before something happened

[slight nsfw beyond the cut]

Hc: Gojo has graduated from Jujutsu tech and has gone back to the Gojo clan as he should. A year later, Utahime just beginning her life of teaching...saw a tall figure visiting the Kyoto campus. She was just about about to leave and couldnt recognize at first but when that bunch of white hair peeked under his umbrella she knew exactly. Like a muscle memory, she went to greet him. His eyes looked angry, eyebrows almost knitting but she could see how his face lit up into a teasing smile when he heard her voice calling his name "Gojo".

She knew he was so done with whatever business he has with his clan and the school so without thinking she basically stole him from his entourage for a dinner and beer on a cheap yakiniku downtown. Her treat she says ! She got her first salary. It's not much but she mumbles "I enjoy it".

Few more pints and theyre walking back to her apartment. Struggling with every step with her orientation skewed reaching her door, they both couldn't leave each other's lips. They've done this countless times but there was this warmth below asking her for something more. With the hint in her turn and bend of her hips, his fingers went on to her clothed core to provide anything she would ask him to.. it took a while but now she has unlocked the door. A smile on his face while kissing her sent more warmth down below...she knew she fucked up but that's a problem for tomorrow.

[justtluffythings]

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“Cheers, team! Here’s to a great game today and to the great season to come!” The Ravenclaw team minus Mavis clinked their glasses and cheered. “Now I don’t want to see any of you again until Tuesday!” The team chuckled as Veronica turned to Reggie. “Come on, let’s go to the upper level. It’ll be quieter up there.” Once on the upper level of the pub, the two found a table in the corner and sat across from each other. “Thanks again for coming today, Reg. I’m sure you must be so busy at work.”

“Actually, we had the day off today anyway, so it worked out well.”

“Nice! I still can’t believe you get to play Quidditch for a living. The Pride of Portree team is so lucky to have you.”

“It’s definitely a dream come true. I was so lucky that one of their Beaters was retiring this year.”

“So how is it going? Is it anything like Quidditch at Hogwarts?”

Reggie chuckled. “Sort of, but it’s much more intense, as you can imagine. The coach is definitely a hard ass, but what else can you expect from the Scottish?”

Veronica raised her hands in the air and laughed. “You said it, not me.”

Reggie shoved her shoulder playfully. “Yeah, yeah. You know V, I heard through the grapevine that the Holyhead Harpies are losing a Beater in a couple years. You should try out. I know you’d get the job.”

“I think you have too much faith in me.” Veronica smiled as she shook her head. “Anyway, I don’t want to give up on my dream of teaching just yet. Flitwick made some comments to me that sounded like something was coming my way. I don’t know what it possibly could be, but I’m holding on to hope, so we’ll see.”

“Wait, what? What did he say?”

“He just said not to worry too much about figuring out a plan B because my plan A, which was teaching, ‘might come to pass.’ He was so cryptic, so I don’t know what that meant, but–”

“What if someone on the staff is leaving and Dumbledore is thinking of having you replace them?”

“I thought about that, but who could possibly be leaving? And besides, I can’t imagine that a new graduate would be the best candidate to teach at Hogwarts.”

“What? Veronica… you’re not just a regular student. You’re brilliant beyond your years, you would be more than capable of teaching any subject.”

“Thanks Reg. We’ll see, but it’s very possible that that’s not what he meant, so I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“Alright, alright, fine. But you’ve got to tell me what happens with that.”

“You know I will.”

***

“Thanks for walking me back to the castle, Reg.”

“Of course! It’s late; I would never let you walk back alone.”

“Such a gentleman.” Veronica smiled and pulled him into a hug. “I had a great time catching up today. Thanks for coming to watch the game, it really meant a lot to me.”

“I had a great time too, V. And it’s my pleasure, I’m so glad you told me it was happening today. I miss Hogwarts so much, so it’s so nice to be back. And I’d love any chance to come back while I still have friends here.” Reggie chuckled softly. “But Charlie might just kill me if I come back too often, I stole you away from him all day.”

Veronica rolled her eyes as she laughed. “He’ll get over it.”

Reggie hugged her one more time before pulling away. “Good, because I’m planning on coming back as often as I can. But for now, you should get going. Dinner will be over soon, and you need to eat something before bed.”

“Ugh, I don’t want the night to be over! I really miss you, Reg.”

“I miss you too, but I’ll be back soon, V. I promise.”

The two hugged again and said their goodbyes before Veronica turned and made her way into the castle. Arriving at the Great Hall just in time, she joined Charlie at the Gryffindor table where he had already prepared her a plate of all her favorite things, and Veronica’s eyes sparkled as she saw all the sweet treats he had piled high for her. Squealing in delight, she jumped up and down in her seat and clapped her hands giddily, thanking him. She could not wait to dig in.

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Day Four: Alternate Universe or Free Choice

A v simple Alternate Universe: modern, and everyone is poly in one direction or the other with each other. This means lots of big group dates, sleepovers and schedules for who stays with who when, and-

sharing clothes. Sharing hoodies. Stealing hoodies. There's an ungodly large supply of hoodies, but no one has their original items of clothing in their house unless it's on whoever they're staying with at the time lkfajdsalf.

Main focus is on steddyhands, left stizzy, with a drizzle of rizzy, mentions of Olu/Jim/Spanish Jackie as a thing. They have a shared online calendar to keep things straight (genuinely what I would do myself lol.) Slightly NSFW for the stizzy at the end. FTM Izzy.

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"Well, I had to steal yours," Ed scoffs and pulls Stede's old college hoodie over his head. "Izzy has mine!"

"Ask him for it back," Stede says, kicking off his shoes at the front door mat. "Where is he; I'll ask him if you want."

"Just let me wear yours for tonight," Ed whines. "You can wear the one of Roach's that Izzy stole from him, that I stole from Iz."

"How do you even remember anymore?" Stede says as he kisses his cheek. "What belongs to who, if it isn't mine, I swear I lose track."

"I know you do," Ed motions to the decoration on his hoodie. "Because this isn't yours. This is actually Jackie's."

"No fucking," Stede pauses and leans in to peer at it. "The year is wrong for graduation. Oh my fucking god, for how long...does she know?"

"Yeah, because she's been sharing yours with Jim and Olu."

Stede pinches the bridge of his nose. "Polyamory is a mistake for clothing. Do we have any of our original wardrobes anymore?"

"Yes, because your robe that we've been sharing, just the three of us, hasn't left this house," Ed smiles. "And I won't let it either. Anyway, once you see Iz in it, you'll get it. He's still doing the rest of his laundry, you should know."

"I should know," Stede chuckles. "Should I know if dinner's been started?"

"If you mean Roach sent out his meal of the week today, yes, it is. AKA we just need to warm it up."

"Oh thank fuck. No actual cooking."

"No actual cooking, not tonight."

Ed doesn't follow him upstairs to their rooms, but that's nothing out of the ordinary. He'll start heating up what Roach sent, and by the time they're back downstairs with him, things will be ready.

"Izzy, I know we share a lot," Stede opens the door to Izzy's room. "But..."

Izzy is in nothing but Ed's hoodie, ironically enough an old piece of merch Jackie had made up for her bar years ago. It shows its age, but in a comfortable way: loose and slightly more shapeless than it started, thinning but not enough to be too thin to wear, and ridiculously soft.

He's flopped back on the bed, legs open just enough to catch Stede's eye first thing, flipping aimlessly through a book.

"I just don't think I'm ever getting through some of these you've recommended," he sighs. "I won't debate the worthiness of Jude the Obscure overall as literature, but I won't say I enjoyed this either. But then, no one in this book enjoyed...anything. Ever. At all."

"But you finished it," Stede says. "And you'd just started it too!"

"Why waste time hanging around in that depressing fucking story if I could get through it quickly instead?" Izzy pats the bed. "Ed said he's got dinner for us."

"Roach sent over his-"

"I know, why do you think I'm laying out like this?" Izzy grins. "Ed was kind; he agreed to unpack everything-"

"How much did he send?"

"Enough to last the next three days for leftovers," Izzy says, dropping Jude the Obscure to the floor beside the bed. "He's concerned we order food in too often."

"He won an extra gift card from the chain down the road," Stede scoffs and strides over to drop onto the bed. "For ordering from them so often."

"Yeah, but he doesn't always feel like cooking for himself in between shifts."

"Fair enough. But still, pot, kettle, all that."

Izzy nods. "Anyway. Ed took care of that while Roach and I caught up. I know I'll be back with him in a few days for a week, but-"

"I know how Roach gets after a cooking spree," Stede interrupts. "He's probably dead asleep now."

"He is," Izzy gestures to his phone on the nightstand. "He video called me once he got home, and fell asleep during it. I've got a bet with Jim now as to if he'll wake up before I have to end the call."

Stede leans over and peers at it, and sure enough, there's Roach sleeping hard with his face nearly smashed into his phone.

"You couldn't find any pants or trousers of ours to steal?" he asks as he leans back and rests his head on Izzy's shoulder.

"Thought about it," Izzy shrugs. "Then I remembered you'd be home soon, and thought, why bother?"

"You used my soap in the shower."

"I did. Do you like it?"

Stede kisses Izzy's cheek, then down to his neck.

"Is that a yes?"

He nods into the fabric of the hoodie as he kisses his way further down.

"Food will be ready soon enough, and don't you dare make the jo-"

"But I'm hungry now," Stede barely gets it out before giggling into Izzy's stomach.

"Terrible. Horrible. Cannot believe I love you with jokes like that."

"Yes you can."

"Yeah," Izzy smiles down fondly at him. "I can, and I do. That said, are you going to make yourself wait any longer then?"

He's only just shoved his face between Izzy's legs when Ed calls for them.

"Stede, we can wait. I know you're actually hungry."

"No, no, I can speed run this and still have it be good!"

Izzy shakes his head. "I believe you, but you don't need to do that. Toss me the sweatpants on the floor, and we can get back to this later."

"Which ones?" Stede presses a quick kiss to Izzy's cock before moving to look for them.

"The grey ones."

"They're all grey, all four pairs."

"The ones with what looks like blood on them."

"That narrows it down to two."

Izzy sighs. "The one's that don't look too long for me. Jim's."

"Is any of the clothing in this room actually yours?" Stede snags the correct pair and hands them over.

"Your button up is mine, those trousers are Ed's and the shoes are Roach's, right?"

He can only blush. "Maybe. You can check when you take them off of me later."

"If the two of you are fucking," Ed shouts up. "Then you have to tell me! So I can put this in the oven to keep warm, and come up there!"

"I can wait a little longer," Stede reaches over and plucks the sweatpants from Izzy's hands. "Come on up!"

"Figured as much, be up in a moment!"

"Like I said," Stede gently flops back into place between Izzy's legs. "I'm hungry."

[petitjury]

(CANADA) does everyone know about canlii? court transcripts are public information and they’re stored in a big, accessible database that any old joe can explore and read for free.

Link: https://www.canlii.org/en/

Most court cases aren’t reported by the media, especially those related to gang crimes. (because, simply, there’s not enough people and we (being the reporters) need to judge a court docket based on what people will care most about.) So if you’re interested in/curious about what’s going on in the courthouse in your province, or just a crime buff, it’s a great and morally good resource to check out. There's also links to codes, rules and more.

It’s a bit tough to use if you’re new to how courts in Canada work, though. Here’s a cheat sheet, explained in the simplest possible terms (by a college graduate journalist who’s done court reporting before):

COURTS IN CANADA FOR DUMMIES:

Courts in Canada are a system. they’re ranked in order of importance, with the federal supreme court being on top and the provincial court being on the bottom. (in the simplest of terms.) filing for divorce? Provincial court. On trial for first degree murder? Court of King’s Bench.

So—when it comes to actually looking these things up on Canlii, you’ll be immediately faced with the fact that it’s all there. It’s a mouthful at first, but once you know which words mean what, it’s easy enough.

PROVINCIAL COURT:

This is very basic stuff, and the starting ground for anything you'll see in the courts above it. Here, the accused faces the court and everything is laid out on the table to determine if they must stand trial. If the accused pleads guilty, this is where they determine the sentence.

This is also where basically anything happens that wouldn't be remarkably newsworthy. On the docket in the courthouse, you're able to see what kind of hearing it is. Browsing Canlii, you won't be able to specifically see what's going on before you click, but it's usually presented to you right away on the transcript.

it differs depending on province, but this is where we would see cases related to drugs and substances, aggravated assault, aggravated assault with a weapon, robberies, theft, traffic, wrongful deaths, suing, small claims (carpenter stole something from my house, etc.) community court sentencings, police misconduct, suings, wills, divorces, custody, etc.

COURT OF KING’S BENCH (or Supreme/Superior Court of the province):

Court of King’s Bench handles the, for lack of a better term, more extreme cases such as 1st, 2nd, 3rd degree murder, attempted murder, sexual assault, etc. If it’s not a situation where the accused person has been arrested and is going up against the cold first of the law, applicants must have their cases reviewed by the Crown. (For example, “I think my sister killed my brother but I don’t know. Here’s the evidence I’ve collected. Review.”)

These are the cases that are most commonly reported on by the media. They typically involve an extreme, intriguing situation or a person of interest. These are also the only hearings that require a jury, but not all do. Reporters who sit in on these trials must not show any shred of a sign that the accused person is guilty or not.

These trials last a long time and occur long after the accused person was charged. (A serial murder suspect arrested in 2022 may not see a judge and jury before 2026. It all depends.)

For hearings that are person v. person, person v. company, etc. you’ll see it listed that way in the list. Cases involving an accused person facing the law will be labelled R V. (NAME)

COURT OF APPEAL:

These hearings are not generally something you’d sit in on, but there’s potential. On a provincial level, the court of appeal is the senior court, usually with an array of multiple judges, separated into panels and led by the chief justice, overseeing the court. They hear appeals on judgements from the provincial court and king’s bench, and sometimes third parties if mandated. They’re there to make sure that, if there’s a chance that something has happened unfairly, they put an end to it right away. If the original judgement and sentence is justifiable without reasonable doubt, the appeal is dismissed. (The FEDERAL court of appeal is similar, but its basic purpose is to make sure that the federal law is being upheld constantly and consistently. Think about copyright.)

The most eye-catching opening these dockets could have, in my opinion, is “Crown sentence appeal,” which brings an entire case back to light. The applicant, often the accused in these cases, find that they were sentenced unfairly and demand better justice.

And once again—a case involving an accused person, see “R V. JANE DOE”

There are more niche sections of court, but this is all you need to know on a casual basis.

More, if it’s useful:

-Sentencing hearings are labelled SENT. These hand feed you information, quick and easy.

-In Canada, we cannot reveal the identity of accused minors. You won’t find that here. Even more, you cannot find information on trials involving young people, including any way to identify them or their families.

-A Gladue Factor comes into play when the accused is Indigenous and carries generational trauma from the country’s past and current treatment of Indigenous Peoples. Sentences are modified.

-You obviously can’t find audio or pictures.

-CanLii has a blog you can check out for what’s making noise on the site: https://blog.canlii.org/

Basic court and ethics rules apply i’m not your dad

My ask box is always open. Have fun

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get to know your mutuals

late to the party, but tada! tagging @ylangelegy by their request and also cos i stole it from them w their consent

what's the origin of your blog title? hana (wqnwoos) complimented my user—not sure if she was referring to heartepub or vivimvs, my main, but it was a shot of serotonin nonetheless LMAOOO—it feels a little on the nose, but epub is the ebook file format suffix + heart . so it's like this account is a lil ebook of my heart <3

favorite fandoms: i liked the hq fandom in the early 2020-2022 era (while i was still active in those spaces) ,, not in a lot of fandoms anymore tho, mostly for my mental health

OTP(s)/shipname: victuuri has a special place in my heart hehe . re: haikyuu, i love bokuaka but osaaka was my comfort ship esp w fiendishpal art on twitter (WHAT A TIME THAT WAS) ,,, also anne and wentworth (persuasion) my beloveds

favorite color: navy blue (hi tara haha), periwinkle, and that specific shade of red that's rich/slightly cool but not like red wine deep (kinda pomegranate ish)

favorite game: i am not a gamer (the most i got was finishing tekken 5 on ps4—i mained asuka) BUTTT i have fond memories of gamebox ;; i also like playing speed, bluff, pusoy dos, uno, and chess (not that I'm good)

song stuck in your head: sigh— would you fall in love with me again (got me so bad i downloaded fagles' translations of Iliad and odyssey)

weirdest habit/trait? bc i have friends who are v musical, i adopted their unconscious harmonizing w any music currently on—unfortunately i am very bad at it and so only do it when I'm alone

hobbies: cooking, reading, downloading jstor articles on niche subjects (and never quite getting to reading them); i also dive (both scuba and free) and my friend recently got me into bouldering

if you work, what's your profession? im a [graduating] student <3

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? lit professor <//3, social sciences researcher, dive instructor / marinebiologist—OH AND i'd love to be paid to travel

something you're good at: cooking!

something you're bad at: high-maintenance organizing; my filing system is very simple bc anything more "organized" passing would just make me dump everything in a single place anyway

something you love: catching up w friends <3 bonus if i cook for them

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: if spain had 3g's when colonizing, i have 3g's for long coversations—gender, ghibli, [ancient] greek [stories]

something you collect: i still have all the physical letters I've been given—catholic school ppl know but retreat letters hehe ;; also movie tickets, esp when going to watching indie/film fests

something you forget: i always forget my jacket and end up shivering when my classes are in those rooms w full blast air-conditioning </33

what's your love language? doing acts of service—not sure on what i like receiving (maybe I'm just not picky ,, and/or still icked bc my last almost-rel still makes me mad)

favorite movie/show: i think this is one of those q's where the answer can change on a given day (same w fave book); but for now, I'll say princess mononoke—comfort binges are the lotr trilogy and haikyuu. fave ph movie as of late is iti mapukpukaw, and i still think about magnifico and balangiga every now and again

favorite food: hot soup/stew. could be tomato-based, clear, puree, spiced, miso, jjigae, etc — idc, its a hug in a bowl <3

favorite animal: cats. but sea turtles have a special place in my heart cos seeing one on a dive is like a straight shot of serotonin

are you musical? i have band friends ++ my early education was in a school known for their music curriculum, and i did violin for a little—so a lil above average ig, but don't count on me to belt or be conversant in complex music theory

what were you like as a child? loved being the smartest in the room lol—also much more uptight and high strung

favorite subject at school? i liked everything, most of the time. i was part of the crowd that would be arguing solutions and/or doing last-minute tutoring on test days. in uni, though, my favorite was def my "stories and narratives" elective.

least favorite subject? i unfortunately disliked the service component of my senior high formation—it was nice to tutor kids, but i didn't get how our teacher could be perfectly gallant talking to girls in conversations but have the most twisted performance of masculinity while lecturing

what's your best character trait? i like to think I'm a good listener

what's your worst character trait? very aggressive "say yikes and move on" / conflict avoidant energy when someone does something hurtful to me

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? i wish i woke up earlier sdfsfddsf

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? the younger version of my mom or maternal grandmother—just to glimpse what it was like growing up in japan in the decades they did

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): i wont ever shut up about kae's like real people do (proof). but i also love @/mingtinys noah's how flowers bloom and wither — i reblogged it on sarangcoups but i haven't yet here (i will soon), but please show noah love if you do read it!

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━ 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — silverfox!DBF!sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 4.4k 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — i have no explanation for this, but i don't think it needs one. i think it's pretty obvious i... indulged before sitting down to write

18+ MDNI | content warnings under the cut.

𝐜𝐰 — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you)

THE BATHROOM DOOR swings open before you can snub it out against the windowsill.

Your heart lurches against your sternum.

You could’ve tossed the joint out into your mother’s rose bushes, and it still wouldn’t have mattered. If the hazy cloud didn’t make it obvious, the potent smell certainly did. And, unfortunately for you, the window above the toilet is barely wide enough to accommodate your arm, let alone act as an escape route.

Hesitantly—and crossing your fingers it isn’t either of your parents or uptight Aunt Karen—you pivot on the balls of your feet.

Standing in the doorway is Sidney Crosby. A wealthy bachelor and the recent purchaser of 239 Cherry Lane, the picturesque two-story with a white-picket fence two doors down from your childhood home.

And your father’s newly minted best friend.

You hadn’t spent any time with him yet, having been hunkered down wrapping up your final semester of graduate school, but from the stories you heard, you felt as though you had.

Mainly from your mother, who complained incessantly about the poker nights, fishing trips, and the Penguins tickets that stole him away during your weekly mother-daughter phone calls.

You thought it was nice that this stranger cared. A very handsome stranger—but you already knew that.

The way you saw it, there's no harm done in introducing a few of his Facebook and LinkedIn photos into the visual rotation during your nocturnal... endeavors.

What he—and your parents—didn't know wouldn't kill them.

By now, you’ve come undone to the licks of silver at his temples and the thick bulge of his experienced body, namely his corded forearms, more times than you’d ever admit. You fantasized often about the web of veins and how it might feel pressed against your stomach as he pet you from the inside out. Or how erotic the moonlight would look, crawling through the valleys of his firm muscles as he cages you beneath him, entirely at his mercy.

The intimate acts of your overactive imagination were to blame for a false sense of familiarity, no matter how or if you pretended otherwise.

“It’s medicinal?” you offer meekly.

His expression is hard, unconvinced.

With a sigh, you concede. The milky fog was starting to waft into the hallway anyway. If you don’t act quickly, someone else might follow the trail and discover your illicit habit.

So, you try your hand at honesty. “Not technically prescribed by a medical professional per se, but I use it that way. I have terrible migraines. And anxiety.” When Sidney still doesn’t respond, your mouth keeps running. “With the holidays and finals and everything else... I just needed to take the edge off. Just—just please shut the door.”

He does.

Behind himself.

“Please,” you murmur, voice falling soft. You have an inkling as to why he’s trapped you in here with him, and you desperately hope you’re right. You sweeten your voice, “Please, don’t tell anyone.”

In the midst of your appeal, the hem of your skirt jumped into the pocket fashioned out of your upper thighs and lower abdomen. If your mother could see you now, she’d scold you for creating such an indecent, unladylike display. She’d call you rude for "burdening a gentleman with your sensuality."

Mr. Crosby doesn't seem to mind.

You can tell he’s enjoying the view; his gaze is steady as he shamelessly assesses your body. Crouching on top of the toilet seat begins to feel like kneeling centerstage. When his exploration ceases—for the time being—his eyes are impossibly dark, inky with lust.

Even from your perch, you can tell he's big. Far larger than anyone you've been with previously. He is going to wreck you forever; you need to be ruined for anyone else. His heavy, unwavering stare has placed you on the cusp of a freefall; there's no going back now. Once he touches you, it's over for anyone else.

You're giddy, laser-focused on the outline of his erection, impossible to ignore as it twitches beneath his immaculately pressed slacks.

“I won’t,” he promises and takes a step closer. “So long as you share.”

“You get high?”

It comes out more crassly than you intend. Embarrassment creeps over the bridge of your nose, burning the skin from the inside out.

“Don’t look so surprised,” Sidney chuckles, mercifully un-offended.

You drink in the rich sound with the intention of drowning in it.

Sidney lowers himself onto the ground beside your feet, his back against the wall. He starts talking again, looking up at you through his eyelashes, “I was getting stoned before you were even born, kid.”

Your thighs rub at the pet name. Your body clenches around nothing. No one had ever called you that before, at least not in this way, let alone someone as attractive as your father's best friend.

You never could have anticipated how viscerally your body would react to such an overtly corrupt term of endearment—it's incredible.

He catches the subtle shift in your demeanor and smirks.

Desperate to distract him, you hold out the joint. “Here.”

He takes it.

“Cute,” Sidney muses at the novelty hemp paper.

Your face warms, suddenly feeling much younger than you are. Head empty and body heavy, you're stuck between floating and falling.

The polka-dots, which felt like a fun idea at the time of purchase, now make you want to bury your head into the decorative hand towels by the sink.

You don't want to be cute. Not now, maybe not ever. And definitely not in the eyes of Sidney Crosby.

Men like him don’t fuck “cute."

“Could use some work, but you’ll learn. Over time,” he says, tone carefully neutral, as he puffs out the residual smoke and moves the joint between his fingers.

He’s not trying to be cruel or to embarrass you further. Just making an observation; it wasn’t balanced, too thick at one end. You’ve done better, and you’ve done worse.

Sidney holds it out to you. You slide down onto the floor to retrieve it, but as you move to take it back, Sidney clicks his tongue.

Only when he lifts it a bit higher do you understand what he wants from you.

Slowly, you lean over his massive thigh and wrap your lips around the joint. Your body trembles, and you try to focus on the comforting taste of the rolling paper to soothe yourself.

He brings your palm to his quad to steady you, but it only makes the nerves worse.

“Inhale,” he whispers into your hair.

Compelled by his voice or reflex, your body obeys.

His free thumb coasts along your jaw, keeping you in place while you get your fill. Hunched over his lap, his intimidating bulge is directly below your chest. If you bent down any lower, you’d be resting right on it.

You (more than) like the idea but still aren't unsure if he wants to act on the mutual—and palpable—desire. Maybe he's feeling particularly responsible tonight.

But maybe he's feeling irresponsible instead.

You lean away once you’ve inhaled enough, pursed lips falling away from the damp paper. Before you can open your mouth to release the cloud, Sidney lifts your chin.

“Hold it for me. That's it, kid—just like that."

Your exhalation is mortifying. Choked and rough, it’s worse than the first time you tried your hand at Ron Slaters’ bong in his parents’ basement. You felt like a novice who couldn’t match their bite up with their bark.

For someone with a habit, you weren’t behaving like it.

Sidney’s smile is one of gentle amusement as he gently rubs your lower back.

Though not at your expense. It's the sound of fondness, the affectionate kind of touch—the kind that encourages you to do something you might regret.

“Please,” you beg, nose brushing against his.

You begged him earlier, but for something mostly innocent: to keep a secret. Now, you’re begging him to be one.

“Please, what, kid?” Sidney whispers.

His breath is humid on your skin. He closes some of the distance, but not all. He wants this—wants you, but he's careful about how he conveys it. Decades your senior, he’s more patient and calculated than you are, or are even capable of being.

“Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it plainly before I touch you. I won’t if you have any doubts. Can’t have any wires getting crossed.”

“Please—kiss me.”

“That’s it?” he teases. “You could’ve gotten a kiss earlier when we were under the mistletoe at your front door.”

He knows damn well why you hadn’t kissed him then. Your father appeared with a beer before you could even exchange pleasantries. But you’re too needy to fight with him over minor details. At least, not right now.

“I need you to touch me, please. Anywhere—everywhere. Want you so badly. I’ll take anything you give me. I promise I’ll be so good for you, Mr. Crosby.”

Your pleas stun you both.

He growls at the moniker, eyes darkening. “Such a filthy mouth for such a sweet little girl. I wonder how well it handles cock."

Immediately, your hands jump to his belt. Sidney catches your wrists and shakes his head. You whimper, pouting like a petulant child.

Sensory input is amplified tenfold now, and just the firm grip of his large, strong hand sets off a million tiny fireworks beneath your skin. Your emotions are intensified, too. His intervention is discouraging, and it leaves you feeling juvenile, small and dejected.

“I want to find out what you taste like, princess. I want to see if you taste as good as you look,” Sidney explains. “Will you let me?”

A nod is all he needs.

You’re pliant in his hold as he pulls you up to stand. Still holding your wrists in his palm, he turns the sink on and tosses the shrunken joint into the puddle that forms.

Then, Sidney walks you backward until you’re pinned between the cold wall and his warm chest. He leans into you further, lips finally drawing yours into a surprisingly chaste kiss.

He tastes like eggnog and weed—your new favorite flavor.

You whine as he pulls away but go quiet when he sinks down onto his knees.

Sidney grabs your left ankle, gently placing your foot onto the porcelain lid that was formerly your throne.

A cool rush of air mingles with the mind-altering buzz from your strain of choice, making you feel as if you’ve been on vibrate for hours.

The intensity of your arousal prevents you from realizing how quickly the situation has devolved into depravity.

“No panties?” Sidney tsks as his thumbs stroke your inner thighs. “Maybe you aren’t as sweet and innocent as you want people to believe you are.”

“I don’t like how suffocating they feel,” you mumble in response.

Bashful, like you’ve done something naughty. And maybe you had…

“Oh, I believe you; pussies this ripe need to breathe,” he says with a bout of quiet laughter.

After his palms push your thighs further apart, his dry chuckle morphs into an awestruck sigh.

“My God, you have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, kid. Even through your tights, I can tell. Could probably tell with my eyes closed—you smell that sweet. Your little hole is already weeping for me, ’s so wet and ready. Can I get a better look, princess? Are you gonna let me rip these open and lick you real good?”

Chest heaving, you nod.

“Words, kid. I need words.”

“Yes, Mr. Crosby—rip my tights and let me feel your tongue,” you moan into the ceiling.

“There's my good girl.”

You aren’t sure if it's the praise or the possessive edge to his voice or the thundering tear that sends your hands carding through his salt and pepper hair, but you know it's his lips ghosting over your clit that warrants the harsh tug.

Sidney hisses, but the pain only encourages him to consume you fully.

Eventually, his thumb takes over on behalf of his mouth. He rests his cheek against your thigh, those wide, chocolatey eyes boring into yours. “I want to feel you squeeze my tongue while you’re cumming. Ride my face, bump that cute clit against my nose—use me to get yourself off. Show me how filthy my girl can be."

And you do, passionately bucking your hips with reckless abandon. You’re locked on the thrill; the danger crumbles away. The floor drops out from under your feet.

Sidney remains latched to your folds, tongue deep and wide, lapping up your orgasm like a starved man.

“You know, you’ve got some good tricks.” Your compliment is mostly air, expression placid. But the light jab that follows is all husk. “—for an old man.”

Sidney chuckles as he swipes his thumb across his bottom lip, now both glistening with the evidence of your undoing. He catches you staring and dips the finger into his mouth, savoring the last few drops as he corners you.

You gulp, shocked by his brazen display and intimidated by his closeness.

“Have you ever been with an old man, princess, or am I your first?”

The way his voice drops off into the question reminds you of summer camp. Like you’d chosen truth over dare and now had to admit to your entire cabin that you were still a virgin. Like Josh Meyers noticed your hands were shaking as you fumbled with his belt in the backseat of his Land Rover.

This time, you hesitate because the answer isn’t simple anymore. The admission gets caught in your throat, so you nod. Your gaze droops to the bathroom floor as you wait for the door to click shut.

You anticipate losing your appeal for him because he won’t get to claim anything special for the effort.

“Naughty girl,” Sidney chides from behind a toothy grin as his blunt fingers prod at your sensitive entrance. You gasp as he pushes a few in. “Who was he? Anyone I would know?”

You shake your head. His chin dips.

Sidney coaxes more details out of you with a flick of his wrist. His digits curl up, the pads of his fingers massaging that delicious, spongy spot.

“My Russian Literature professor last semester. After I handed in my final.”

Even though he's knuckle-deep, you feel the need to clarify the timeline. As if he was going to be disappointed in you if you seduced your professor sooner, unbothered by the risk your wonton behavior posed for the man.

If anything, Sidney looks enraptured by your vulgar candor.

Emboldened, you tack on salacious details. “Directly after I handed in my final. At the front of the empty lecture hall on his desk. Over it, actually. He told me he prefers fucking his students from behind so they can keep watch while he loses himself. Anyone could’ve walked in, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel him too badly, and I’d been forced to wait all semester.”

“That must’ve been so hard, huh?” he muses, tone violently patronizing.

Your hips buck in his hand. You like that he speaks to you like he knows more than you—knows better than you.

Like he should make your choices for you.

His smile twists, “Poor baby had to be patient to get what she wanted rather than just having it handed to her on a silver platter? I can’t imagine how badly this greedy little cunt,” Sidney swirls your clit for emphasis, and your stomach jolts, “...ached every day that you weren’t stuffed to the brim with an older man’s cum.

Don’t worry, princess, you won’t have to wait very long to feel the stretch of my big cock. Or the flood of my seed. Just a little bit longer, okay? You can wait for me, can’t you? You need to give me another before I can fuck you. Need you nice and relaxed—receptive.”

Dumbly, you bob your head.

He drags his unoccupied thumb over your closed lips. Languidly, from corner to corner. In the middle, he lingers on your cupid's bow as if committing the feel of it to memory. Then, his thumb fixes itself on the lax seam of your lips. It doesn’t take any effort to slot the tip inside. He rests atop your bottom teeth.

Tentatively, your tongue slips forward to greet him. When you make contact, Sidney groans. He shoves the digit forward, causing you to gag in surprise. With the rest of his fingers wrapped around your chin and jaw, his thumb starts gently massaging your tongue.

Sidney is fucking you at both ends.

“So easy—already broken in,” he hums.

It feels like an insult (because it probably is), but your nipples pebble all the same. He notices and grinds his bulge against your stocking-clad thigh.

“I didn’t even need to say anything. You already knew exactly what to do. And you’re doing such a good job sucking on it. Blowing my thumb while you hump my palm like the good little bitch you are. Make yourself gush, little girl. Get my hand nice and soaked so I can play with that pretty clit as I pound your hole.”

You want him to fuck you so badly you’ll do anything he tells you to.

And he knows it, too.

Your walls constrict around the three fingers you’ve eagerly welcomed between your thighs, and, as if on command, the tight knot in your stomach snaps. Your vision goes fuzzy around the edges as you flood his hand.

“My little girl likes my filthy words, doesn’t she?” Sidney coos. He wrenches his thumb from your mouth so he can hear you whimper a small affirmation. “I bet I could make you come apart with them alone, don’t you? This pussy knows its master—knows the sound of his voice.”

Sidney devours your wide eyes. His meaty tongue, the one that lapped at your folds minutes ago, pokes at his cheek. With his head cocked to the side with delight, he hits the last nail in your coffin.

One hand beside your head on the wall and the other still buried in the warmth between your legs, he asks, “What would your parents say if they knew their perfect princess seduces older men for sport? Men older than her own father?”

You’re writhing now, drowning in sweltering euphoria. The words coming from your mouth are barely there, and the sentences they attempt to form are incoherent.

Sidney revels in your blank stare and tacky cheeks. He’s barely started, and he's already fucked you dumb. Now, he’s going to reap his reward.

“A girl like you needs a man. A boy your age wouldn’t know what to do with you,” he moans, fishing out his cock.

Sidney strokes himself a few times as you watch. He teases your clit with the bulbous head, hissing as he does. Soon, Sidney lines himself up with your entrance but only pushes in an inch or so.

Too shallow, too empty.

Desperately, you claw at his sweater-clad shoulders, begging for more. Sidney takes pity on you and sheathes himself, hips flush to yours with one stroke.

You shriek into his chest at the dull pressure.

He burrows his head into the crook of your neck. His teeth graze your pulse point as he kisses his way up to your ear. Sidney's words are stifling.

“They’re too inexperienced, too young. They can’t give you what you want. What your body needs. A good girl like you deserves to be fucked the way she craves. Dirty and hard. I am the only one capable of that.”

You nod your agreement, body limp between him and the bathroom wall.

A ragdoll at best.

Sidney is caressing parts of yourself you hadn’t known existed, and each with little fanfare. He moves, and you fall apart at the seams. He breathes, and you crumble at his feet. He looks your way, and you kneel at his altar. You get lost in the moment and in your own head. In his dark brown eyes and upturned mouth.

After two orgasms and over half of a joint, you’re incredibly sensitive. On the brink. Your third peak arises far sooner than you’re accustomed to, inner walls fluttering around his length as the tip rubs them so tenderly.

Sidney grabs hold of your chin and forces you to show him; he wants to watch your ruin.

He looks like he’s about to say something—no doubt something that would make you feel as though you needed to repent tomorrow morning—but he’s interrupted before he can.

By your father.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re lighting up in there. I can smell it from out here. You know I don’t care, but your mother does. Even more, considering we have guests over.”

He sounds defeated. Your mother probably yanked him from the garage (see: the makeshift man cave) so she wouldn’t have to deal with it.

“Finish up and get back out here. The Finnegans have been waiting to talk to you about a lead on a job since they arrived half an hour ago. And you haven’t said hello to Ben yet.”

You dig your teeth into your bottom lip so hard that it splits open. Sidney’s thumb pushes down harder on your clit; he laps up the beads of crimson.

“Go on, little girl. Your father’s talking to you,” he whispers against your skin.

His hips slow, but never stop. Relentless. He nips your earlobe, then your pulse point, before settling his incisors into what of your shoulder the hideous sweater allows. Sidney pacifies the angry indentations with the tip of his tongue before continuing to taunt you.

“It would be very, very rude not to acknowledge him. And you’re not rude, are you? Tell him you’re so close to finishing. Be a good girl for me and repeat exactly that. We wouldn’t want to keep Ben waiting, now would we?”

Jealousy is rolling off of his body in brutal waves.

As if you’d trade him out for a boyish loser you broke up with in high school. That might've been nearly a decade ago, and you doubted he’d matured any since then.

Besides, why would you bother with him when you already had the perfect man rutting into you like it's his last night on Earth?

“I-I hear you, I’m almost done,” you croak. Sidney takes issue with your diction and nips at your ear once more. A warning—the first and last. You rephrase, “I’m almost finished. T-hen, I need a m-minute to clean myself up. But I’ll be right out! Promise!”

Writing off the stuttering as a guilty tick, your father retreats.

Sidney waits to speak until you can no longer hear his footsteps padding down the hall.

“Atta girl,” he says sweetly against your brow. “Taking me so deep with your own father on the other side of the door. Me, his best friend. You’re fucking yourself with his best friend’s cock. You’re going to cream all over his cock, too, aren’t you? You dirty fucking slut. C’mon, use your words. Tell me how your slutty little pussy is going to cream all over my huge cock and then milk it dry.”

“Mr. Crosby—Sidney…” you whine. Just his name pouring from your mouth sends him to the edge. “’m going to cum all over your cock. I’m so fucking close to creaming all over your cock. My s-slutty little pussy is going to milk you dry—fuck—milk it until you’re empty.”

“If your pussy does a good job and swallows all of it, I might just keep you,” he rasps. “Hell, I might keep you regardless. This is the hottest, tightest pussy I’ve ever been inside. I couldn’t give that up, and I don't think I will. You don't mind if I keep you, do you, princess?”

You whimper with delight. After tasting forbidden fruit, you weren’t sure you could go without. It's a relief to know you won’t have to.

Sidney will take care of you.

“Of course, you wouldn’t. That was your intention all along, wasn’t it, naughty girl? You were practically eye-fucking me when you answered the door. But don't give yourself too much credit, kid. I’ve been waiting to get you alone—to have you to myself—all evening. How could I not follow you back here?

Now that I have you, I’m going to make you cum, and then, I’m going to make you taste yourself. I want you to know what your fucked-out cunt tastes like after taking a fat, creamy load from your dad’s best friend.”

What happens next feels like being thrust into the eye of a storm after spending days in the thick of the destruction. Brilliant clarity. A breath of fresh air you hadn’t known you required. But you aren’t the one in control, and neither is he. You’re both at the mercy of carnal desire. Like a puppet on a string, you succumb to its power, letting go of everything you were holding back. You give, and you give until there’s nothing left but wobbly knees and labored breathing.

When his forehead kisses yours, you welcome the newfound warmth spreading below your navel. You clench down. Yes, to milk him as you promised, but also to prevent him from leaving before you're ready. As if you'd ever be. He’d have to go eventually; someone would come looking for one or both of you, but not yet.

“Let’s have a taste, shall we?” he whispers after a few minutes of relative quiet.

That's not really what he’s asking. He wants to know if you’re okay with him sliding out. Reluctant but enticed by the idea, you nod.

True to his word, Sidney sinks onto the floor to slot himself between your knees. His warm palms graze your skin from ankle to knee, then back down again. He pushes your wrinkled skirt into your shaking hands before nudging your legs further apart with his own palms.

Sidney sighs with contentment as he takes in the mess you made together. He dives in without letting another moment pass.

“Delicious—I could drink from you all night,” he hums against your sopping-wet folds.

Sidney drags his tongue across your heat a few more times before standing.

“Open,” he demands.

You comply, and he hooks open your mouth with his pointer finger. Sidney’s face brushes yours as he spits the evidence of your tryst down your sore throat. Your knees weaken, your body relaxing in the afterglow of the ephemeral high.

“All clean,” he says, smug as ever.

He pecks your cheek and steps back.

With a wink, Sidney adds, “Mistletoe is my favorite holiday tradition.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what we were smoking,” you quip, breathless.

Mr. Crosby's lips curl at the ends. He fucked you good and hard, and, still, you have cheek to spare.

He's going to have fun with you.

“I’ll be at your father’s poker night on Wednesday," is all he says before stepping out into the dim hallway.

Sidney shuts the door, and, like the first time, he's standing on the wrong side of it.

As he retreats, his cum drips down your inner thighs.

Your body trembles with anticipation; he wants to see you again.

Soon.

──── PART TWO ────

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