#Why doesn't the one on the left have a saucer section

[shortguyswag]

Bizarre headline aside, that image is absolutely ai generated

[agoraphobic-artist]

Kuro-Shit Haul (Late Sep.)

The merchandise shown in this post was all sourced from Japan and is related to the Public School Arc of the series.

Starting with the set of shikishi artboards produced by MOVIC.

I loved that the art shows each person in their representative formal attire for each house, as could be seen during the opening ceremony for the cricket tournament.

The character line-up is pretty much the same as with previous merch for this season: Sebastian and Ciel, followed by the P4 - and our bonus character of Soma.

Next up, a set from the musical rather than the anime.

The Secret of the Public School 2024 Musical were selling Enamel Keychains of the outfits and I absolutely fell in love with them!

(The only thing to keep in mind is that they are a magnet for dust and fingerprints!)

Again, the main six characters we have come to expect but with a bonus character of The Undertaker this time; not sure why he is in those clothes, especially as he doesn't have his mourning locket at this point in the story either but it still is a very nice piece of merchandise.

Next, is the 3rd Japanese release DVD for Season Four of the Kuro Anime.

We have Herman Greenhill and Gregory Violet gracing our outer case this time and the inner illustration is another landscape shot this time of the Thames River.

Included inside the case are:

Episodes 6, 7 and 8 on the Main Disc, A soundtrack Disc, Information booklet and mini pop-up illustration.

The Soundtrack disc is labelled Vol. 2; The Vol. 1 disc was included with the first boxed DVD.

As a side note, a full list of the 19 tracks can be found within the information guide.

Moving onto the guide, inside are a breakdown of the individual episodes, what appears to be an interview and a couple of promotional art pictures in the back.

And lastly, my favourite part of each DVD is the bonus mini Pop-up scene. This particular one is named "Afternoon Break".

Depicting the characters in the Swan Gazebo, Violet is sketching in the foreground, in the middle we have Ciel contemplating his next move.

... and in the background we can find Sebastian... in a tree...

The very last item, is a "Project-Black-Butler" Tea set!

The set includes a Boarding School Edition Cup and Saucer, manufactured by MOVIC in partnership with Aniplex.

Recently, Aniplex held an online lottery, in which the "A" Prizes were themed cups for each house and one relating to the Main characters.

If I had infinite Money and space, I would happily purchase and display all six, however I feel that this separate one encompasses all of the elements tastefully into one commemorative piece.

The teacups pattern begins with a cameo motif wrapped in striped ribbon, there are two fountain pens crafted into the design with a large font initialling the item as Black Butler.

Subsequently, as you work your way around the cup, each house is honoured by their respective flower bordered with more filigree.

The only thing worth mention, is that the gold sections are gritty, like a fine sandpaper to the touch and had left gold streaks on the inside of the box from production. As a decorative piece I am sure that this would cause no issue. However, if someone were handling this item excessively or using it to drink from I am not sure that the pattern would remain intact as it seems to be some sort of transfer as opposed to painted.

[originemesis]

@bored2deathiswear xxx

And of course the bastard is adept at lip-reading even when the lips in question are latched to a pair between the legs. Because why wouldn't he be? Probably had penned entire novels down there at this point from how much he likely fingered his own sad clown of a cunt. Anything to make the most microscopic acts of defiance dwarfed even in comparison to the simplicity of a raised middle finger hard on the first man.

And as the sharp burn of hellfire fills the webbing of cracks sustained along the shattering side of his cheek with a molten gold saturation that bit much like a hornet's sting, he mouths a classic 'fuck' next against the slippery heat. It graduates into a livelier 'ow- fuck!' with the other's persistence in grinding a heel around the dislocated droop of the ensnared exorcist's shoulder. Trapped talons, from the arm still stuck painfully beneath him and threaded backwards at its own agonizing angle through the window, twitch and dig in to the outer frame, carving impatient grooves into the wood. If the restraints detect the scratching post like damage, they don't flare up to let him know. Possibly because their owner is much too preoccupied riding his face to focus on property damage that doesn't correlate to the relentless plunge of yellowed taste buds.

There's a brief moment before the restless jerk of horns that he swivels his gaze upwards at the near whisper of his name- if only because the tight assed tone he's been subjected to all of this unintended stay in solitary confinement seems to have done nothing but evaporate, leaving a quivering hint of... exactly what, he can't be sure (and who can with the literal fucking devil-), only that it seems to be something worth whittling away at for yet another chance at his captor's throat.

He forces inches in with as much dexterity as one can lacking arms and hellfire burnt wrists for any leverage, but there's not much to make of the task other than curl the studded section of tongue upwards against a spongy target as the other hiked up over his shoulder pulls him in deeper by the horns, and then out some with the needy roll of hips. Rolls that obscure his vision in more than just the physical sense with the heat from the exchange fogging up his mask and smearing pungent streaks of need around the glass with each forward fixation.

Once horns are free of the demanding pace, he simply pumps in place at the depth he's left, no real way of assisting the task only to keep the object the other's determined to fuck himself more stupid with out enough for him to do so. The talons have scratched enough at the window frame by now to have loosened its hold on his scalded arm, and as the bastard claws his collar, he twists it until its free and still slightly smoking, the restraints no where to be found during their master's temporary climb to just short of the actual glory from where he'd been flung down.

It isn't noticeable that he's wrested it free until it comes to rest on the inner portion of the other's thigh once the twitch of inner muscles spasm around a pained groan that vibrates up through his tongue as waves of contractions swallows at the intrusion. Well that was time sparingly fast...is he for fucking real? Not that he's complaining.

A moment braced against the other's leg later, he's unwinding the shock of yellow muscle from the messy waves within, a wet pop once its out. It doesn't drift far from the source as he drags its length back up through the sticky crevice of flushed folds, an exhausted grunt and the sudden squeeze of a thigh signaling the dissolving of the restraints with far less energy than the last time he'd had been afforded the arm movement to smother and choke. A weary "hey-" with the same tone the other had taken with his name follows, along with the saucers of his eyes swiveling up to pass unspoken judgement for the speed of the exchange...if it could even be called that. Though he had picked up on something that might be of some use to him yet...so maybe it was just that. His talons are surprisingly tame, resting against a leg under the looming gaze of a breathless captor.

"Can you...like get me out of this already? Hurts like a bitch-"

[thegeminisage]

STAR TREK UPDATE TIME. tuesday we kicked off s2 of voy with "the 37s" and "initiations" and wednesday we did voy's "projections" and "elogium."

the 37s:

pretty sure i read somewhere that this was originally either filmed or written as the finale of s1 and they moved it to the s2 opening for scheduling reasons...IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FINALE! it was very very good and actually made me CRY??

firstly, lmao that this ship can land. we were so shocked by this. like watching tng split the saucer section off. "can you DO that?" i guess they can

amelia earhart perfect choice for janeway's little dyke crush...normally this kind of concept would have set my teeth on edge for being tngcore but i liked this one actually

the only problem is that after the 37s got out of their tubes we spent a HUGE amount of time just trying to convince them they were in the future. which was dumb when the way to convince them was to show them the ship, which is ultimately what happened. this suspicion doesn't fuel the narrative at all and doesn't even really serve the ideal of "realism." realistically they'd all want to leave. all it served to do was make us really hate the guy earhart came out of the tube with and waste time that was DESPERATELY needed to do other things - that misue of time was also very tngcore and took this episode down from a "must see" to a "watch."

things i wish we had time for in this episode: earhart taking a spin in the spaceship, earhart getting any screentime at all, those very impressive cities they mentioned but never showed us, the ethical debate

the major emotional beat of this episode relied HEAVILY on setting up staying on this planet as not only a viable possibility but a desirable one. we laid out that it was similar to earth culture, and a nice place to live, but why was it BETTER than earth? why might people facing a potentially 70-year journey, even with star trek's longer human lifespans (i looked up and the average is 120 years, though bones hit 137 and still managed to walk around on his own), choose not to spend quite literally half their lives aboard a starship?

i mean, if you're in your 20s, sure, you'll have some time to enjoy being back on earth, though admittedly not as much time as you spent on the starship. but if you're 40 or 50 and you can expect to die around age 120, 70 years is almost all of the journey, or all of the journey. janeway is 35. if she gets home in 70 years, she will be 105, and have perhaps 15 years left to enjoy being on earth. and almost everyone she knew that was 50 or older will be dead - many people younger than that will be dead - her home will be unrecognizable to her. anyone her age is facing the same predicament. and that's IF they get home...they could very well perish on the way. voyager wasn't built or launched with the intention to send it on a 70-year journey without pit stops. it's not a generation ship. there's nowhere to have or educate children, they didn't even send a medic besides the hologram. the earth being totally alien and unrecognizable to them is the absolute best-case scenario here

it is, in essence, the exact same situation that awaited the 37s if they chose to go back home, and why THEY chose to stay, and the fact that he could have been leaning on those parallels and doing cool emotional development at the same time as cool scifi stuff and then...didn't, because we had to do ha ha quirky guy waving the gun around. is a major mark against this episode

that said, somehow i still wasn't expecting the beat at the end. chakotay and janeway talked so much about the people they'd be sorry to lose that the cargo bay being totally and completely empty of people wanting to leave managed to surprise me AND move me to tears. i honestly don't know how janeway walked back onto that fucking bridge without losing it

this is the first time that you feel like the crew are in it for keeps and really care about each other, despite them coming from different places and political opinions...that they're loyal to janeway and trust her to get them home and not to face 70 years aboard this ship instead of with their families. it was genuinely touching!!

initiations:

ok, we got racism bookends on this episode, but other than that it was pretty good

i do wish the kazon weren't...like that. they feel like the klingons of this show in that their culture is razor-focused on being warriors and then also as a simple coincidence we're putting them in what is borderline brownface. like, sure, it's "orange." like you'd make an orion green or an andorian blue. but also you have these guys wearing loincloths and killing children for being weak. pick a different fucking color.

THAT ASIDE. i recognized nog's voice before his face. it was nice to see him even as a different guy, but i'm cracking up at the idea that he's supposed to be 13 when i'm sure this actor was pushing 30 by then

it was nice to get a little something for chakotay that didn't totally involve the bogus that guy was feeding them...i like him a lot, so it was about time. he values life and he's very compassionate but he's also very stubborn and not afraid of tough love. i cannot BELIEVE he was gonna die for that kid.

it was about time we got some good action sequences w him too!!!!

LOVED neelix's little moment giving the kazon a hard time. ostensibly this IS why he's here so it was nice to actually see it come into play. my good friend neelix <3

plot twist at the end w the kid killing that guy who was trying to kill him was soooo smart and clever. didn't see it coming but it made total sense AND demonstrated that this kid wasn't being handed something he didn't earn - even chakotay didn't think of that solution

projections:

i was sooo nervous about this one because it was a barclay episode.........but all in all, i gotta say, this was, weirdly, the most tolerable barclay has ever been. i didn't love the PLOT of this episode always, but barclay himself was fine and actually even made me laugh one time (when the doctor asked if he was having a psychotic episode and barclay rapidfire went "no! yes.")

like, it's not as if i'm suddenly a barclay stan, but if he was like this all the time i wouldn't mind him nearly so much. i think the big difference here is that nobody has to hold his hand to get him to do basic tasks...in fact, he's sort of holding the doctor's hand, and he's also doing a comically bad job, so the energy is WAY different

that said. barclay being the one to test the doctor's personality parameters is probably why he's like that

dream within a dream was pretty weird...i DID like the callbacks to the pilot (this also would have made a decent s1 finale), but since we KNOW the doctor is really a hologram and that he's not gonna blow up the ship it didn't hold much suspense for me. it was nice to see him get to go to other parts of the ship though!

did NOT like the fakeout wife kes thing. first of all, she has a boyfriend. second of all, no hologram has ever been gayer than this little doctor. i'm not prepared to deal with unrequited love for kes plotline. so i was glad when it turned out to be a false ending or whatever, even though the false ending was scary. i would never trust reality again lol

and i liked kes asking him if he was sure he knew who he was at the end...give him room to GROW. i know she leaves eventually and im gonna miss her so much

also lol him sticking his arm out at the end. good for him

elogium:

ELOGIUM MY BELOVED...initially this ep also scared me really bad because of neelix's jealousy problem...there's being insecure and then there's being possessive, and the former is ok esp if it's in small doses, which it has been so far, but the latter is WAY over the line. shocking and upsetting behavior from my new friend neelix who is normally so chill.

also did not love him mentioning so many times about kes being young and naive. like ok then why are YOU dating her? tbh if she's only two and we're in the second season they CAN'Thave known each other long before the pilot...initially was also upset by the idea that he was dating someone who was prepubescent, but technically speaking, spock was also prepubescent until season 2 of tos. alien puberty works different. that's what i'm telling myself anyway bc i like neelix and want to go on liking him, even if this episode made it hard

ALSO, BUGS?? NO BUGS. NO EATING BUGS. PLEASE STOP THAT.

AFTER WE GOT OVER THESE HURDLES THOUGH. wow what an episode

firstly, kes going through pon farr. i love scifi. she literally was eating flowers and mashed potatoes like a crazy person. neelix bodily carrying her to sickbay with the flowers still falling out of her mouth was genuinely very funny

also, janeway's mom hug for kes. wonderful

the doctor giving kes a FOOT MASSAGE? idk why that struck me as so funny but it did. star trek is at its best when it's wildly horny i think and somehow this foot massage being totally platonic made it hornier

and let's not forget the protozoa, which i initially mistook for sperm, given the content of the episode, which can eat at 3000mph, and which gave us such amazing lines of dialogue such as "it seems we've lost our sex appeal captain" and "next time i need mating advice i know where to go" and "we have to make voyager submissive and breedable" that last one isn't a real line but it is essentially what they said

anyway, i was feeling ify on janeway/chakotay until now - like i think any two people on this crew could get it as long as one of them wasn't tom paris, but i wasn't like OH WAIT OKAY but now. i am. good for them.

TONIGHT: ds9's season 4!!!! probably.

[spaceleveln]

A possibly better idea than my first for the Polity.

My thought for the Polity is a sort of Federation version of the Romulan D'deridex class.

Just with a Saucer section because it isn't a Federation ship for me without a saucer section.

I definitely want it D'deridex size as well, thus the little stuck in Galaxy Class ship.

One of my thoughts for the tech that makes everything work is that there is a trade off for size and functionality. The bigger the ship, the better the tech works but the harder the ship is to manage. The smaller the ship, the more finicky the tech but you get all the benefits of a little ship. So it's a constant give and take. But that's why essentially all the ships are capital ships and not little fighters. It's impractical to shove the Warp tech that underlies pretty much every other tech in the Federation into anything as small as a fighter or a shuttle. This is why most of the ships are relatively large capital ships. There's a kind of minimum size for a ship to go FTL and faster speeds require bigger ships.

The ships also require empty space for safety. The warp field generation, before it envelops the ship, happens between the nacelles and its safest if there isn't anything there. Anything in between the nacelles is vulnerable to radiation and pretty much anything that can go wrong.

The empty space also allows the ship to work with other things besides itself in the Warp field. Stick a sublight shuttle in there and the ship can hurl the shuttle at FTL speeds. Fire a torpedo through there and you can hurl it at FTL speeds, too. On the other side, you can line up and catch things moving at superluminal speeds and bring it into the frame of the ship.

Thus the transport shuttle bay is right at the back of the support circle and the lower secondary hull, so it can spit out and grab shuttles right into the warp field.

The transport shuttle bay is also where you go for transporters. Much safer to extend the field just to the transport bay and fire the field from there than to extend the field to somewhere deep inside the ship.

The extreme majority of regularly used space is in the large and relatively safe saucer section, the main hull, which doesn't get put in newly generating field layers until the ship is already pretty sure everything is safe.

In a truly dire emergency, the saucer section ejects from the secondary hulls and warp pylons structure. The saucer section loses artificial gravity (generated by one of the layers of the Warp field), FTL speeds, and most of the rest of its technological superiority (communications and sensors are also affected) but doesn't get atomized and blown across the system.

While it is absolutely meant for emergencies and not as a tactical solution, it is possible for a clever plan to use saucer separation to advantage. Such as rigging the warp structure to hurl a ship and then explode before flying through the ring to escape the destruction being left behind for the enemy.

Warp Nacelles can only work in multiples and a Warp field can only be generated between all the working nacelles. More nacelles allow for more precision placement and movement of a field but the gains are fairly low for the costs. The diminishing returns make it most cost effective to simply have a pair and leave it at that. Trying to make a warp field layer with only one nacelle is asking for trouble. Trying to make a warp field near a larger mass or greater source of artificial gravity is also usually asking for trouble because warp fields are affected by gravity and it is very possible for a highly gravitational object to function as another nacelle for generating the layer. It is not a good idea to turn on a new layer too close to a planet, star, or even another ship because it might move the center of the field to a different place than intended.

The Federation is aware of all this and aware that there is physics that allows for different variations of FTL. Warp technology is simply the branch of the technology that works best with what the Federation knows, gives the best returns on effort, and operates the most reliably and safely given what they want to do. All the other FTL tech that they understand well enough to make work has different trade offs and is usually worse. They are certainly interested in the tech of others but it's not a high priority because of the costs and learning curves. There is no known BEST way to go faster than light. And anyone who knows a definitively better way isn't sharing.

So far as the Federation knows (and so far as they suspect anyone else knows) there is no way to go faster than the speed of light without pulling some kind of field out of a space that is not part of our 4 dimensional universe and wrapping it around what you want to go faster than light or actually entering a space that is not part of our 4 dimensional universe and traveling through it instead. The closest to being able to use our universe to go FTL is to shortcut through a wormhole (extremely common) that is large enough to accommodate the size and mass of the ship (profoundly rare) and long lived enough (also extremely rare) to not collapse on the ship during transit.

That is the origin of the term N-Space and the letter designations of Federation ships (instead of being the number of the ship to bear the name). The Federation warp capable Star Ship Polity, registry FSS 93101-G is a G-class warp ship meaning its Warp Core Spools, housed in the Nacelles, can pull out and manipulate up to 7 additional layers of other spaces to wrap around the ship beyond the normal 4 dimensional (3 spatial and 1 time dimension) space of this universe. This places its top manipulation / speed at Warp 8. Warp 1 being the manipulation of this space time that allows the ship to move AT the speed of light through the medium at hand. N is usually used as the abstract term for some unknown number of parallel dimensions / other spaces that Warp and other techs can use. N coincidentally also happens to be the count under the Federation system where, as far as anyone is able to tell from the extremely limited evidence, the number of other spaces ends. There is no evidence that Warp 15 (our universe plus 14 layers of other spaces) is, or ever was, possible. There are multiple (but not excessive) pieces of exo-archeological evidence that suggest it is a fundamental barrier of physics that no civilization was ever able to crack. The Federation therefore uses N to designate ships that are capable of warping regular space to go at light speed but not faster than light speed. Lack of a letter means the ship is not warp capable.

The Polity, although about 16 years old as of 59949.8, is still a top of the line ship. All Federation ships able to exceed Warp 8 are currently designated X for experimental.

The experimental Excelsior project, currently in its early design phase and expected to finish construction and enter testing in about a decade has been given the registry number FSS 20287-X. It is expected to have a final registry letter of J when it enters full service, if it ever does. A lot of registry numbers get scrapped when the plans don't pan out. A registry number is issued at the point of project approval.

[ad-astrah]

I feel like the Spock/Chapel thing was a little forced here, but also I feel like Spock and Chapel left things on a bad footing and they DO care about each other (as friends or as lovers or whatever, doesn't matter. They care about each other like everyone on the ship cares for one another) so of course Spock didn't want to have her be gone and not have had a chance to resolve things, at least. What I WAS confused about was why Spock thought HE was the one who had to apologize for anything????, Like, Christine was the one who did HIM wrong?!? Recasting based on looks shouldn't be the focus of casting, so I'm not upset about it. It's nice to see someone who looks familiar to a familiar character, but I'd rather see someone with a bit of a new take on an old character and who can play the role well rather than look like the old actor and try to be a carbon copy of them. I mean, even in reboot trek, Zoe Saldana is a wonderful Uhura but she doesn't look that much like Nichelle Nichols. And the new Uhura in SNW is lovely but she looks even less like Nichelle. Does the new Kirk look like Shatner or Chris Pine? No, but he does an awesome job. Doesn't matter what they look like as long as they have the characteristics of the character. The times where looks Do count is if it's another species like Vulcans needing pointy ears and slanted brows or if a species has a specific and unique eye color or skin color, etc. The thing that I think made me most upset in this episode is how Scotty was the ONLY survivor from his ENTIRE ship and how Christine was the ONLU survivor from the Cayuga. More so with Christine, because she woke up in that section of the saucer and I thought after restoring life support she was gonna see who was around but nope. She didn't even check for injured people she could save and help get out of there and when she found Spock, he didn't ask about survivors either? They just hurled that saucer into the planet without checking for anyone else which BAFFLED me. I mean, it wouldn't have taken much for them to add even just a line about her being like, "I checked and no one made it". Also, all the things she needed were right there like how crazy convenient was that? "Oh, look, a space suit! Right there for me!"

my thoughts on the snw season 2 finale so far:

- for the last time, the federation never heard of the gorn until cestus iii, this whole storyline makes no fucking sense

- stop trying to make spock/chapel happen, it’s never going to happen

- why all the buildup/suspense over whether chapel survived? we know she made it, she was in tos for fuck’s sake

- once again, a tos character recast in snw looks nothing like the original (but i was so excited to hear that scottish accent, even though he looked nothing like scotty i knew that’s who he was supposed to be)

[mxchellesworld]

punk rock princess

spencer reid x reader

synopsis; where spencer’s working on the final paper for his third phd meanwhile you take on the task of making sure he takes a break.

warnings; smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, sub!spence if you squint, nipple piercings;),

a/n; i’m not saying this is my fantasy but .. this is my fantasy,, inspired by this song, y’all know the drill. you don't have to listen while reading but i always love to set the vibe. lastly y/n doesn't have any mentioned features or looks besides piercings/tattoos,, the rest is all up to you:)

pls send in feedback!

***

A shiver crawled down your spine from the first squirt of dye hitting your scalp. The bubblegum pink shade being a change from the firey red which inhabited your head a mere 24 hours prior.

The process was muscle memory at this point. Brushing out your hair then parting and sectioning it off. However that was the only methodical part. The fun was in slapping on the dye, not a single worry about staining your hands or neck.

The sounds of heavy drums and bass guitar bounced off the walls in the bathroom of the small apartment. Even though the door was shut it wasn't enough to stop the sound from flowing into the living room where your boyfriend was working.

Spencer sat at the dining table, flipping through copious amounts of folders and books. His third thesis in the process of being written. The computer screen in front of him looking back with a mocking glow. Since apparently things had to be digital now.

Your feet padding on the wooden floor made him look up from the pages. Humming to the music as you walked into your bedroom. Then back out a few seconds later holding a towel and robe.

A small smile tugged across his face. Ever since you had moved in together he loved to watch your day to day actions. The way you played your music concerningly loud, your skincare routine which included cleaning your facial piercings. What fascinated him the most was that in the 13 months you’d been together he’d seen you dye your hair 7 times.

Not including any touch ups.

He stood from his place at the table, making his way to the bathroom. Two quick rasps on the door to check if you were decent. The action made you giggle.

“Come in!” you called, “I don’t know why you knock weirdo you’ve seen me naked plenty of times.”

A blush spread across his cheeks from both your words and your state of undress. His eyes tried to focus on the splotches of color on the counter, keeping the blood flowing to the head on his shoulders.

But it was hard when the sheer bralette you had on did very little to hide the metal bars in each of your breasts.

“Spence?” you said snapping a fingers in front of him.

He cleared his throat, eyes snapping to your face which held a smirk.

“Are uh those n-new?” he questioned, hand going to scratch the nape of his neck.

The usual silver balls at the end of the bars were now tiny jewell hearts. The color was a little hard to tell due to the material of your bra but from the change in your hair he could almost bet money they were also pink.

With swift hands you unclipped your bra and threw it on the closed toilet seat before turning to face him.

“Got them when I bought the dye yesterday,” you said pushing your boobs up with your hands, “You like?”

Spencer’s eyes were as big as saucers, frantically nodding, “Y-yeah they look nice.”

You dropped your hands to your hips, tugging off the shorts you had on. The wide brown eyes before you couldn’t get any bigger, trailing down your frame stopping to admire the bar in your belly button along with the ink which littered your ribs.

He watched as you got to your knees, turning on the bath faucet. You dipped your head under the water, a stream of pink filling the tub.

The slope of your spine bent over was a sight he'd seen more than enough times. He could pinpoint the beauty marks on your left shoulder, the small sun he sketched which ended up permanently on the back of your neck. But if he let his gaze drift a little further south he could see how deliciously the dark lace looked barley covering up your most intimate parts.

A smack to his calf got his attention.

“Earth to Spencer! Can you hand me the shampoo,” you asked which came out sounding a bit muffled.

He quickly scurried to the tub and reached over to grab the bottle, squeezing a bit of gel onto your open palm.

"I'm gonna go work on my thesis some more," Spencer said slowly shutting the door behind him.

Making his way back to the living room, he pulled a few files and sat down on the couch. Glasses sat on the bridge of his nose and red pen between his teeth and he stared in concentration.

They were the same words he had read over and over again. The lack of sleep causing a dull ache in his skull.

"You need to take a break love," you said walking over and sitting next to Spencer on the couch.

"I did take one," he argued back flipping through the file.

"Gawking at me before I shower for 2 minutes isn't a break," you said with a giggle, the warmth flooding back to his cheeks, "Cmon 25 minutes at least without a file in your hand. "

When he didn't respond you took matters into your own hands. Ripping the file from his grasp, earning a grumble of disapproval before you straddled his hips. Your arms circled his neck and your hands went straight to the back of his scalp, fingertips running in soothing motions.

"Isn't this so much better baby," you asked whispering in his ear.

He nodded quickly, staying silent as he let his actions speak louder. His large palms went right to your plush hips. Bucking up as he led you to grind yourself on his lap.

Letting his hands explore the material of your satin rope he could feel the lack of undergarments on your frame. Spencer dared to let his hands dip under the black fabric and take each one of your cheeks in the palm of your hand with a gentle squeeze.

You could feel his cock stiffening under you. If you looked down you'd probably be able to see a wet spot on his sweats, most likely a mix of your arousals.

Leaning forward you let your lips attack his neck, placing sloppy kisses sure to leave marks. The process of licking and biting making Spencer hold onto you tighter, almost as if he had his very own vampire to mark him up.

Trailing up to his ear you bit on the lobe before whispering, "Tell me what you need baby."

Lust filled brown orbs met your own as you each continued your steady grind.

"Please fuck me," he pleaded.

If only he knew how wrapped around his finger you were. As pretty as he sounded begging you'd give him anything.

You pulled the metal frames off his face, tossing them to the other side of the couch. He had complained one too many times about foggy glasses during sex. No matter how cute you thought he looked.

Your hands slid down his torso and reached to pull down his sweats. His precum soaked length was heavy in your hands. Pretty pink tip leaky and throbbing already. The first few pumps had whiny moans slipping from his lips, red from biting so hard.

"Unwrap me baby, it's all for you," you said tilting your head down, motioning to the strings holding your robe together.

Quickly he let his slender fingers go to the ends, a swift tug and it was like opening a gift on Christmas. Leaning forward he let his lips wrap around one of your nipples. A strangled moan leaving your mouth from the stimulation.

With a raise of your hips you lined his cock with your opening before sliding down. You both sighed at the same time, the feeling of him stretching you out and your warm walls hugging his length was just too good.

Slowly you rocked your hips testing the waters, soft gasps and curses left your lips. You could feel very vein and inch stuffed inside you.

Spencer on the other hand was having an out of body experience, there wasn't an inch of your skin which was left untouched. Unkissed. After you were settled he raised his hips meeting you halfway with each thrust.

"You're doing so well baby," you cooed down at him, "You love when I ride you hm? Best fucking seat in the house."

His eyes shut closed in pleasure as your pace quickened, "Love it so much. So so pretty," he mumbled out.

His arms pulled you close again. Chest to chest as you continued your movements. Your lips met in a lazy kiss, panting in each others mouths when you ran out of air.

You could feel him pulsating inside you. The iron grip he had on your hips as he helped drive you up and down on his cock was sure to feel sore the next day. His shoulders were sure to have corresponding crescent marks from your nails digging in.

"Touch me Spence m'so close love," you said breathlessly.

One of his hands fell down to the space where you both connected. Skilled fingers rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circular motions.

Loud moans escaped your lips. Your head fell back to the familiar junction of his neck and shoulder, biting the skin in order to stifle your noises of pleasure.

"Y/n I can't hold it any longer, please cum with me," he whimpered out.

Nodding your head you grabbed onto the back of his neck, "Right behind you baby. Let go for me, I got you."

With a few more upward thrusts you felt him pull you down onto his cock, warmth spreading in your tummy. The feeling of his seed filling you up and his euphoric groans sent you over the edge.

You both rode out your orgasms, swiveling hips and satisfactory sighs of release leaving your lips.

After a few minutes of content silence listening to the music still flowing through the hall you moved to get up, the sticky mess between your thighs less than comfortable.

Warm arms kept you in place, denying your movement.

"Spence I gotta clean up," you said trying to push yourself off his chest.

"If I remember correctly you said at least 25 minutes and from my calculations I have 3 minutes and 38 seconds left of cuddle time," the lanky man under you said matter of factly.

You rolled your eyes, sighing but resting your head back on his shoulder, "If I get a UTI thats 3 minutes and 38 seconds of me playing screamo in your ear at full volume."

With one last squeeze he kissed the side of your head, the scent of ammonia only sightly bothering him, "Worth it."