#and it's just a google slides with one (1) slide that say's 'i suck dick- paul mccartney'

[menlove]

i love this website i just saw someone link a "source" that was literally just a link to a google doc w a quote typed up in it w 0 date, publication info, any elaboration, nothing. just words. that's great. i'm gonna start doing that

[princessmisery666]

Say My Name (mini series) - Part 1 of 4

Series Summary: Rick goes undercover to put an end to a crime syndicate. He makes the rookie mistake of falling for his mark, Ally. Will he go through with it and arrest her along with her family? Or does Amanda Waller have ulterior motives, as always?

Part 1

Summary: Rick has to make a decision to protect the woman he loves or do his job.

Warnings: smut from the off, fluff, angst (what is wrong with me? Why can’t they just be happy? *cries in fangirl*), lovers to enemies, enemies to lovers, betrayal.

W/C: 2.8k

Characters: Rick Flag, metahuman!OFC, Amanda Waller.

Pairing: Rick Flag x OFC (Ally).

Notes: Set after Suicide Squad but before The Suicide Squad (no spoilers - cause f*ck that ending!)

Bingo: @anyfandomgoesbingo Square Filled: Positions by Ariana Grande.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @cockslut-padalecki // @wonder-cole

Graphics: pics found on google, title card made by me, divider by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Series // Main // AFG Bingo

Say My Name

A visible shiver made Ally’s skin prickle under his fingertips, and Rick’s name shuddered from her in a broken whisper. From his place between her legs, he smirked. “That’s my girl,” he praised, chin glistening with her second climax. “I love it when you say my name like that,” he confessed for maybe the hundredth time, crawling up her body, licking the sweat that seeped from her pores.

The weeks between meeting Ally and finally getting her into his bed, he’d fantasized about watching goosebumps decorate her sun-kissed skin from his touch, longed to taste her every flavor, drove himself crazy thinking about burying his face in her breasts, sucking a mark into the sensitive flesh, ached to hear her pretty sounds bleed into passionate screams as his cock throbbed inside of her, so whenever given a chance, he did it all.

He prodded his dick at her entrance and delivered a bruising kiss to her already swollen lips, sliding his cock through her wet heat, nudging and slapping his tip against her clit. “Say it, again.”

She pressed her lips together in a tight line; he loved this game they played. Hearing her say his name was his favorite sound, and she knew it. It was a sweet song that rolled off her tongue, especially when the last syllable got lost in a hitched breath. But she made him work for it every time.

“Babe,” she groaned, needy and impatient. Her back arched, trying to get him to slip inside of her frustratingly empty channel. “You know you shouldn’t tease me.”

His grin turned wicked, and he sat back, butt resting on his heels, his length still tormenting her as it glided, through her folds, up and down. “You’ve cum twice; how am I teasing?”

“Fine,” she huffed and reached for him, “I’ll do it myself.”

Quicker than she thought possible, he had both her hands pinned at the wrist above her head. “Nuh-uh, baby girl, I’m in charge here.”

“Prove it,” she sassed, “show me how in charge you are.”

Rick wet his lips; he liked this game too. That wicked grin morphed to depraved glee while he repositioned her legs around his waist and palmed his leaking cock, placing it at the edge of her hole.

“Take a breath,” he commanded, and as she breathed in, he shoved forward, breaching her pussy.

The breath howled from her chest in a lewd gasping shriek. He kissed her neck, scraped his teeth along her pulse point and jawline, waiting for her to pant through it.

Rick dragged back slowly. “Every time my hips hit your ass,” the hard muscle and bone of his snapping hips collided with hers with a loud slap that her strangled cry drowned out, “you say my name.”

She whined, “Fuck, Rick.”

“Good girl.”

Rick Flag was many things; brave, patriotic, loyal, confident, and intelligent, except now. He’d made a rookie mistake. He’d fucked up in one of the dumbest ways possible, and watching Ally freshen up through the gap in the bathroom door, he knew he wasn’t quite finished screwing up.

He sits butt-ass naked on the edge of the bed, which seems appropriate as he’s about to be as vulnerable and bare as the day he was born. He stared at the grey carpet; again, it seemed apt, his life wasn’t black and white, and he wondered how he came to find himself navigating the grey areas. Again. Had he not learned his lesson after June? But when he really thought about it, it’s a simple answer. He let himself fall for Ally because she’s easy to love, even the parts of her that aren’t. The wall of insecurity that she kept up because she worried that it was her abilities that drew him to her, like everybody else, and not just simply Ally. Kind, stubborn, sweet, reckless, bad-ass, sassy, take no shit from anyone Ally. It took some convincing, but he’d proven that he was immune to her powers of persuasion. She hadn’t understood how and he would have confessed that he took a suppressant - he hadn’t asked where Waller got it from - right then and there if he could have done so without revealing who he really was.

“I don’t know how, baby,” he’d lied, kissing her forehead, “I just know it doesn’t work.”

She tried once more, her hands wrapped around his forearms, eyes locked, training his focus on her. A mauve-colored mist flowed from her hands and swirled around his arms. Rick felt a slight tingle under his skin, like a feather being brushed along his nerve endings, but before it reached his shoulder, it disappeared.

Her tone changed, thick honey layered with a husky echo, “Tell me your deepest desire, Rick,” Ally commanded. She’d never need to use her powers on him if she just said his name like that every time.

His face slackened, and his voice lowered to a barely audible whisper, “my deepest desire,” he started. Hurt painted her features, a hopeful smile dropping to a disheartened scowl. Rick smiled broadly and launched himself at her, knocking her flat on the bed, caging her beneath him. She yelped in surprise but didn’t otherwise fight him off. He continued, “is for you to say my name like that till you can’t remember what it is.”

A happy grin pulled her lips back. “Asshole.”

“Yeah, but I’m your asshole.”

She kissed him, and it felt different from the hundred that had come before it. She’d never been hesitant before, but now she seemed timid.

He broke their connection, worry creasing his brow, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Rick, I’m not,” her voice wavered, and she cleared whatever the doubt was with a small cough but shied from his eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Do what?”

“Us,” she said, wriggled out from under him, and swung her legs off the bed.

“What?” he asked and was glad she’d turned her back to him so she couldn’t see the panic flooding through him like a tidal wave.

“My powers,” she said, watching the mauve mist of her power twist around her fingers, “allow me to know someone’s true intentions. If I don’t know what yours are, I don’t know…” her shoulders slumped.

He pulled himself to sit beside her, “You mean you don’t know how to be vulnerable?”

She nodded, despair screaming from her hazel eyes as she turned them on him. “Yeah. To give myself to someone so completely without...knowing. I don’t know how to be with someone who I have to trust on blind faith.”

“I’m gonna show you how,” he promised, “if you’ll let me.”

Light flooded the room as Ally exited the bathroom before shutting off the light, leaving only the lamp’s soft glow. His heartbeat accelerated, fight or flight adrenaline pumped through his veins in a last-ditch attempt to stop him from doing what he was about to do.

Her feet entered his downcast vision, he’d been staring at the chipped nail polish on her toes for too long, but he wasn’t sure he could face her. Hands gently cradled his face, and she lifted his head to force the eye contact he was reluctant to make. Whatever his expression was, it provoked worry in her, and she asked gently, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Rick rested his hands on her hips, squeezed momentarily to ground himself. It was always a gamble to say those three words, never more so than now, but he was ready to risk it all; he had to be.

“I love you,” he said and hated that he made it sound like it was a bad thing.

Her eyes filled with tears, and her lips curled into a happy smile, as they should. It was the first time either of them had said it; it should have been a joyous occasion. But it wasn’t, at least not for him.

“I love you too,” she admitted and pressed her lips to his.

She made the kiss deeper, tongues meeting in a familiar dance, and straddled his lap. He ran his hands along her legs, up her back, committing each blemish and scar to memory as he clasped his hand at the back of her neck.

Pulling her back, he met her eyes with a wrecked stare, “say it again.”

“I love you.”

“I really hope that’s true,” said Rick, taking a deep breath and manhandling her not so gently to a seat beside him so he could stand up. He paced in the small space the bedroom offered. Thinking over the same things he’d gone over a million times, there must be a way he could protect her without fucking everything up. “I’d do anything for you,” he admitted, stopping to look her in the eye. “I want a life with you, cooking breakfast on a Sunday morning while you dance around in my shirt, then I want you to meet my parents on Monday. Be all charming at the dinner table. My mom would swoon, my dad would be impressed with how I managed to nab such a beautiful and wonderful woman, but then I’d fuck you in the bathroom before dessert.” She hummed in agreement, but he wasn’t done. “I wanna do laundry with you, grocery shopping, everything. I wanna walk your dog on the beach with you.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“So we’ll get one.” He ran his hands through his hair and left them there, tugging slightly to focus on something other than the crippling fear in his chest. He stared earnestly, wishing she could use her power, so he wouldn’t have to say it out loud.

He doesn’t like how she says his name that time, a crack of fear she can’t quite mask. “Rick, what’s going on?”

Nauseated with worry that she’s going to disappear right before his eyes, which he’s afraid she will when he tells her the truth. “I’ve got three thousand dollars stashed in my closet; you can take it, get on a bus, leave town. I can meet you in like a week, and then we can disappear.”

“I can’t leave; tomorrow is the big meet, you know that.” She laughed nervously as the thought of ‘has he gone insane?’ traveled across her face.

“Don’t come tomorrow,” he begged, dropping to his knees at her feet.

“Don’t,” she warned, anger starting to cut through the worry. “I’ve earned my place at that table, just like you.”

He understood how hard she’d worked to earn the trust and respect of her family. “This isn’t about what you’ve earned, Ally.”

“Then what is it about?” she pleaded, hands on his cheeks, and he felt the prickle of her power. He didn’t take it personally; it was a habit she couldn’t break. “You’re not making any sense. You tell me you love me, then rant on about running away. I love you, baby, whatever it is just, tell me.”

“Fuck I hope you do cause I’m about to blow up my whole fuckin’ life, and it’s not gonna be pretty.” He sighed, heavy and regretful, held her eyes for a minute, taking everything in, just in case it was the last time he got the chance to.

He kissed her, desperate and hard. When it all became too much, and she was so breathless she had to push against his chest, he granted her release. Tears pooled in his eyes, anxiety pouring out the only way it could. “Ally, my name isn’t Rick Jones; it’s Rick Flag. Colonel Rick Flag, I’m with an elite Special Forces unit. Tomorrow, at the meet, my team is gonna storm in and arrest everybody.”

“What?” she gasped and searched his face for the punchline, the tell in his eyes to show it was all a joke.

“I’m sorry,” he implored, “I’m so sorry. But you have to believe me; everything I ever told you, everything we shared in this room, was the truth.”

“Why are you telling me now?”

“Cause I love you, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Her hands dropped from his face, and this was it—this is the moment he loses her, and the deplorable dread fizzles in his gut like acid. She stood up and stepped around him, snatching her clothes from where he threw them in his haste to get her naked.

He slumped, back hitting the bed painfully, but it barely registered as he watched her rush to get dressed, rush to leave him.

“I trusted you,” Ally said, shoving her legs into the tight denim jeans, “I vouched for you, I brought you in. You made me fall for you and...and…”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what? For screwing me or using me to screw over my boss? Who also happens to be my brother!” she growled, not expecting an answer as she gathered up her sneakers.

“Ally, please. If you go to that meeting tomorrow, you won’t end up in some high max prison,” Rick explained, one last-ditch attempt to convince her he was trying to save her. “It’ll be some black site, off the grid; they’ll wipe any record you ever existed.” His voice quivered with barely contained emotion. “I won’t be able to save you.”

“I wouldn’t need saving if you weren’t here,” she snapped, marching toward the door.

���Wait,” he called out so desperately she stopped. He felt pathetic, this wasn’t who he was, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Say my name, please.”

She shook her head and continued to leave without saying a word.

It was never going to go smoothly. The bad guys were never going to go quietly. But once the dust settled and the yelling stopped, and the bad guys that managed not to get a bullet to the brain were herded like cattle into the waiting riot vans, Rick breathed a little easier. Well, not easier, the nine-millimeter in his gut made breathing difficult, but the relief that Ally wasn’t among the dead or arrested helped dull the pain.

He limped toward the riot van, a paramedic hot on his heels, berating him for being an idiot and bleeding all over his boots.

“Yo, Max,” he called, leaning on the open door to the full van, “Where’s Ally? She was supposed to be here.”

Max, her asshole of a brother that Rick had never liked, regarded him for a moment, cogs turning behind his fury-filled eyes, and suddenly recognition sparked. “Did she know? Is she the one who ratted us out?”

Rick didn’t hesitate in his denial, “No.”

“So, where is she?” Max asked, “why isn’t she in here with us?”

“We had a fight.” Not a complete lie. “She took off last night, and I haven’t seen her since.” Also, not a lie, but now he was worried that he’d inadvertently made Ally a pariah within her family.

“Flag,” Waller called from somewhere behind him, but he held Max’s suspicious eyes. He couldn’t back down. If something were to go wrong and Max was set free - highly unlikely with Amanda Waller in charge - Rick knew Max would have Ally killed if he even had a slight suspicion that she was the one who set them up.

Rick had played a role for nine months; he was good at faking it, acting a particular type of way even when he didn’t feel it, so he fixed a cocky smile to his face. “You may as well tell us,” he suggested, “we’ll catch up with her eventually, throw her fine ass in jail too.”

“Colonel Flag,” Waller shouted louder, patience non-existent.

“Watch your back, Colonel,” Max sneered.

“I’d say don’t drop the soap,” Rick jested, “but I’m not sure they have soap where you’re going, buddy.”

The cops standing by followed his nodded instruction to close the doors, and Rick shuffled off toward Amanda.

“You’re a mess,” Waller acknowledged, “get to the hospital, I need a full briefing, and you can’t do that while you’re bleeding out.”

He tried to sound casual and nonchalant, but the blood loss made him lightheaded, and he failed. “Any word on Ally?”

Amanda, always one step ahead, smiled knowingly while she followed the paramedics that guided him toward the waiting ambulance. “We picked her up not long after she left your apartment last night.” Confusion knitted his brow, and Waller took pleasure in that. “What? Did you think we didn’t have eyes and ears on the place? Come on, Flag, you know me better than that.”

“You have to let me see her,” Rick implored, resisting the help offered. “Please, Waller, I need to see her.”

“Get yourself cleaned up,” she nodded toward the ambulance. “Then we’ll talk.”

Part 2 - Two Birds, One Stone.

Tags:

Dabbling in DC: @xoxabs88xox // @petitgateau911

Risking it all for Rick Flag: @cockslut-padalecki

Say My Name series: @loverhymeswith // @b3autyfuldisast3r // @harper-emory-writes

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[emwritesfootball]

Lockdown Punishments 1 | Eric Dier

Over the last three months you have been separated from Eric because of covid-19. You have not been able to go over to his place and have mind blowing sex which mainly ends up being punishments. The first couple of weeks of lockdown were the hardest. You were craving his touch and were super horny. You decide you would tease him one day and sent him a video of you touching yourself whilst in his favourite lingerie. Eric was not happy. He had seen the video but never replied. Two days later you received a delivery from Eric. It was some lube and a dildo but not just any dildo it was a clone of his dick. He had it made especially for you. Also, with this dildo was a note. It said, “Meet me tonight on zoom in that black lingerie at 10pm sharp for your punishment.”.

Word Count: 1,086

Warnings: beginnings of a D/s relationship, masturbation, mentions of sex toys and punishments

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Lockdown: Day One.

“I miss you,” are the first words out of his mouth the moment his face comes up on your screen.

“Eric!” You giggle, placing your chin in your palm. “It’s only been twelve hours!”

“Thirteen, actually,” he corrects, smiling. “So, yes - I miss you.”

You soften at his tone. “I miss you, too. I wish I hadn’t left to go to work this morning, but I had to.”

Eric nods sagely. “I know. I just hate that lockdown was announced while you were at work and you couldn’t come back to mine.”

“Me, too.” There was a moment of silence as you wracked your brain for something to say. “But I didn’t have any clothes over there and we wouldn’t’ve been able to survive living together and-”

“I know. Clay misses you, though.” The aforementioned dog barks and Eric turns the camera to show him and your heart breaks a little at the knowledge that you don’t know how long the lockdown is going to be. It’s intimidating and scary, but you know you have to hold it together for both your sake and Eric’s.

***

Lockdown: Day Eight.

The squelching sounds of your dildo sliding in and out of your pussy come through Eric’s audio as the Zoom video connects. “Please, Eric!” You whimper. Your wrist is throbbing, your pussy aching because your new dildo is just a little girthier than what you’re used to.

A week ago, a package arrived on your doorstep courtesy of Eric. Inside were a variety of toys - some you instantly recognized and others you’d needed to Google - along with a note that read Be a good girl and I’ll let you use these. Be a bad girl and…

The note ended there and Eric wouldn’t give you any hints until the next day when a second package was waiting for you at the end of your workday. ...I’ll have to punish you with these. The second package was full of every variety of punishment implement - whips, restraints, and nipple clamps to name a few; there was even a Sybian which threw you off because you couldn’t possibly imagine how such a device designed for pleasure would even be among the punishments.

You’d been too busy with work to even think about the meaning of the toys until you got so horny you put on his favourite lingerie, pulled out the Rabbit and went to town on yourself. After the second orgasm you were delirious, sending him pictures and videos of the toy sliding in and out of you as you whimpered his name over and over.

Eric took two days to respond even though his Read Receipts had been on and you knew he’d seen the video. There was a part of you that doubted your relationship - neither of you had ever really done the sexy-texting thing with each other before and you worried you’d crossed some sort of invisible line in your relationship.

Now here you were, thrusting the dildo in and out of your dripping centre as Eric watched on Zoom. It wasn’t just any dildo, either - it was a clone of Eric’s cock that he’d had made especially for you. All he’d included with the third package had been a note that read Meet me tonight on Zoom at 10pm sharp for your punishment. It had weighed on your mind all day, your pussy dripping in anticipation as your stomach fluttered each time you thought about it.

“You’ve been a bad girl,” are the first words Eric says once the Zoom properly connects. “You touched yourself without my permission.”

“I-” you stutter, trying to find an excuse but you really don’t have one. “I’m sorry. It’s just that you weren’t here and I got needy and I didn’t realize that-”

Eric shushed you, cutting you off. “That’s okay, but you’ve still gotta take this punishment because I need you to know that your actions have consequences.”

“O-Okay.” You bit down on your bottom lip, nodding.

“You say ‘Yes, Sir’ for things like this, okay?”

“Yes, S-Sir.”

Eric softened for a bit as he explained the new dynamic of your relationship, making sure you agreed to each detail before continuing. “Are you ready for your punishment now, Babygirl?” He asked when he was done explaining everything.

“Yes, Sir,” you replied, this time with more confidence.

“Good.” Eric nodded, his expression intense. “Now, lay back. I want you to position the camera so I can see that pretty little pussy. Good girl.”

Your stomach fluttered at the praise, surprising yourself. You never thought you’d be the kind of girl who would get giddy for being praised as a good girl, but Eric brought out the kinky in you that even you didn’t know you had.

“Touch yourself for me. Slide your hands between your legs and show me how wet you are.” You let out a whimper as your fingers parted your slick lower lips and you swirled your middle finger around your entrance and dragged it up over your clit.

“I’m so wet,” you groaned, the camera angled perfectly so that Eric could see your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Suck on your fingers for me. Get them nice and wet because you’re going to need all the lube you can get if you’re gonna take my cock.”

You made sure Eric could see and hear you doing exactly as he said, your spit-covered fingers going back to your pussy. “Can I...May I finger myself, please, Sir?”

“One finger. That’s it.”

“Fuck, that feels good,” you moaned when you got your finger in as deep as it would go. It didn’t fill you like Eric’s did but you were going to have to deal with it for now.

“Take it out now. Suck on it. Taste yourself. Tell me how you good you taste.”

“So good. I taste s-so good.”

“Take my cock in your hands,” Eric rasped, the sound of him stroking his actual cock coming through the speakers. “Show me how you’d suck it if it was actually my own.”

You put on the perfect show for him, sucking off the replica like you’d sucked him off many times until Eric commanded you. “Good, now slide it inside you.”

“This isn’t much of a punishment,” you said without thinking, sighing as you fit the clone inside yourself, your pussy adjusting to the girth.

Eric’s eyes darkened and his expression changed over the Zoom. “Oh, Babygirl,” he chided, smirking. “Your punishment has just begun.”

[yamithediaperdork]

Cry baby and Pee pants, part 1 (Digimon)

Matt cussed loud and long as he searched though his locker and the dressing room for the 5th time. The young blond had been trying out for a band, hoping to launch his music carer after more or less calling it quits as a digi destined, after barely keeping Tokyo from being blown up by a rouge digimon. This was actually his 6th audition, his young age and well, not exactly stellar skills on the guitar meant that he was told thanks for trying out, but he wasn't right for any of the bands till now. The leaping lizards had gushed over the raw talent being there, and had welcomed him on board, even pouring him a couple drinks of sake despite him being underage to celebrate. The last thing Matt recalled before waking up five hours later was them laughing at how stupid he was and.. Giving up the search, he had to finally admit the truth. they hadn't ever been serious about their offer to join the band and had just wanted to steal his guitar, a newer model and worth at least 300 bucks even being pawned. 'I suppose I should feel lucky I woke up with both kidneys.' Matt thought to himself. 'But how the fuck am I suppose to try out for the lone wolfs in two days with no instrument?' There was NO way he'd be able to get his parents to get him anther guitar, he'd had to basically break out the water works and plead on his knees for a month to get the last one. His antics had earned him the nick name of cry baby around both his dad's house and his mom's, and TK still wasn't letting it go and would ask if baby wanted his ba-ba. That left asking the others for a few loans, and most of them weren't too pleased he'd given up the hero game for fortune. Joe was blowing all his money on his studies anyways, Izzy on computer junk.. Sora and Mimi had been giving him the cold shoulder and he knew neither Kari nor TK would have the cash. '...I wonder if Tai's still hella gay?' Matt though, a Cheshire grin coming across his face. the always needy boy kisser had been good for getting a few video games before and junk, it was like 20 minutes of gay stuff like smooching and cuddling and then a little shopping spree AND Tai had just come into a fat wad of cash after a uncle that adored him had left him a big hefty inheritance. 'I can gay out for like, a hour for this.' Matt thought and getting his bag (and of course finding his wallet dry) he headed towards home, thinking about getting a even better guitar then before.

Tai was shocked when Matt called him the next morning, asking if he could meet up. After Matt had ditched the team only Tai and TK made any real efforts to hang with him, and TK only because they were brothers. In truth Izzy was giving Tai a hard time about it, but since Izzy was being a little bitch about a lot of things lately Tai just ignored his on and off again boyfriend. 'I mean, I was willing to get him that new computer he wanted and he couldn't rock a pamper butt for me? RUDE!' Tai thought and huffed. It was Tai's new fetish, and one he'd discovered by mistake when googling more on that Willis kid and finding out the little cutie had a website set up to show him modeling in diapers. Naturally seeing that Tai had begged and pleaded with Izzy to try out diapers but apparently Izzy had been a late bloomer and had only recently gotten out of daytime diapers before their whole adventure started. Naturally this had only made Tai wanna diaper him more, but again, Izzy was being a little pecker head about it. (at least from Tai's point of view.) 'heh. if Matt is expecting a little shopping spree today..he's in for a surprise. the boy is gonna earn it.' Tai thought, and went and checked on the supplies he kept under his bed on the off chance he lucked into a diaper boy. there they were, 2 packs of the diaper brand Willis recommended on his site, nice and thick, and a few onesies along with a changing pad and pacifiers and a baby bottle. 'Oh yeah..come onnn Matt..be desperate for money~'

Matt made sure to wear a nice tight sleeveless top and a pair of tight jeans (So tight he'd needed TK's help getting into them.) and made sure to spike his hair just the way that Tai liked it. TK wasn't dumb though, and knew what Matt was doing. "Looking good for your sugar daddy Cry baby." He teased and winked. "Your lucky Tai's expecting me, or I'd give you the noogie to end all noogies." Matt said, raising a eyebrow. it was just the two of them at their mothers apartment at the moment and TK used to know better then to push his luck when it was just them. "Mmhhhhmm.. your dadddy calls and cry baby Matt comes running. maybe HE'S gonna give ya yer ba-ba~" TK giggled. the giggles died off as TK saw the look on Matt's face, and when their mom would get back she'd find TK hanging by his undies from a nail on the wall. "...pushed cry baby too far again huh?" she asked, smirking and taking off her jacket. "Y-Yeah..uh..a little help?"TK squeaked. "Righttt after I put the groceries away.. think of this as time to reflect on watching your mouth." mom said and walked away. "B-But my undies are so far up my crack i can taste themmm!" TK whined. "then I don't need to worry about lunch." came the reply. "...Funny fucker aren't you." TK huffed under his breath, crossing his arms. "I hear that!"

Making his way to Tai's Matt got more then a few looks from both guys and girls, and likewise, a few wolf whistles. He ignored them for the most part, but had a smirk on his face knowing just how sexy he looked and soon was knocking on Tai's door. Tai gave him a once over as he opened the door and Matt smirked, he was almost drooling. "So, Like what you see?" Matt asked, and flexed a arm. "heh, Oh yeah. so gonna stand out there and look hot, or come inside and tell me what you want?" Tai asked, standing aside and gesturing into the apartment. "Don' worry, Kari had a school thing out of town and mom and dad are with her.I have you allll to myself." Tai added, slapping Matt's ass as he walked past, making Matt yelp and blush. Still, Matt knew what was expected of him for the most part and just flashed Tai a grin and blew a kiss. 'fucking bastard! he knows i hate spanking stuff!' Matt fumed. Matt went to sit down on the couch by Tai had closed the door and taken a seat in a arm chair, then patted his lap. '..He's totally getting me the latest guitar if he keeps this shit up.' Matt fumed, but walked over and sat on Tai's lap,putting his arms around the bigger boy. Matt might of been taller, but with all the sports that Tai played he had a bulked up look and was pound for pound much stronger. "So, You normally only get THIS dressed up if you want something, so what's my little Mattie need?" Tai asked, cradling Matt in a way that Matt recognized as using back when TK was toddler. "I..I uh..I have a band audition coming up..but some jerk's stole my guitar..and um.." Matt swallowed and then batted his eyes at Tai. "I was wondering, hoping if maybe you'd get me a new one.I've been practicing my kissing and we can cuddle and stuff for like, 2 hours even!" "heh. Well that IS a tempting offer. doubly so when your cute ass is in my lap. but I have a boyfriend if I just wanted to make out with a cutie. and Izzy is willing to go all the way." Tai chuckled. "O-Oh..but..I uh..I'm not..you...know..I'm.." Matt stammered. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna make you suck dick or take it up the poop chute. and I WILL get you whatever kinda guitar you want for your silly little audition which by the way is when?" Tai asked, kissing Matt's forehead and making alarm bells go off in the blond mind. "I-It's tomorrow at 3 pm sharp. And..what do you want then?" Matt asked, a nervous twitch to his voice. "Oh nothing too much. something really easy actually." Tai said and smiled. 'Bullshit' Matt thought but kept the smile on his face. "and that is?..." "For every say.. 20 dollars I spend on your little guitar I get one hour with you being my darling little diaper boy." "..What?!"

Tai smirked as he got ready to put Matt back into padding. the blond was looking huffy as fuck, but was keeping his mouth shut all the same, likely trying not to blow his semi good deal. Tai of course fully understood WHY Matt wouldn't be happy with the deal, but couldn't help but tease the impending little uy a little bit. "Awww come on widdle Mattie, can't you give daddy a smile? Your making daddy think you don't wanna do our widdle deal." He he teased, reaching over and tickling mat''s chin while the blond sat cross legged next to him. "...Your a sick man, you know that?" Matt asked, but he was grinning all the same, though whether it was from the chin tickles or humoring him Tai couldn't be sure. "Flattery will get you everywhere." Tai said with a wink, and as he finished getting the changing pad (with a adorable teddy bear print) set up and the changing supplies ready, he looked over Matt's jeans as he tugged out 3 of the thick puffy diapers. "So, are gonna be able to get out of those by yourself? they almost look spray painted on." Tai asked. "I can totally undress myself!" Matt huffed and stood up, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding his thumbs into the belt loops and tugging. And tugging some more. and then more tugging as they didn't budge. "You were saying?" Tai asked, in a clearly delighted tone. "..Shut up and help me get these things off." Matt huffed.

Matt was crimson after they FINALLY got his jeans off, partly due to the fact it had taken 10 minutes of effort, and well, needing Tai's help to undress. Not helping matters was the fact that Matt had chosen to go commando and well, liked to keep it shaved down there. "Awww somebody was a good boy and knew what was coming and saved daddy some time!" Tai teased. 'oh shut the fuck up!' Matt thought. "Yeah, let's go with that." was his sulky reply. Tai had oddly grabbed a razor blade all the same and cut silts in the back and front of two of the three massive diapers he was planing on putting on Matt, making the blond give his impending 'daddy' a weird look. "It's so when you go tinkle, the wetness is shared and you can go longer in your diapies. Same for when you go boom boom." Tai said cheerfully. THAT had caused the blush to leave Matt's face, at least for a little bit as he paled. "W-Wait.. you mean..you want me to.. uh.. go.." Matt stammered, and the blush returned as he struggled to say the words, then hissed and blew a raspberry. "in my diapers!?!" "..Ok that was hella cute. and Yup, I'm even gonna be nice and let you use them all on your own for today, though if I don't like the results I'm seeing I'll be sure to get you some potty med's to help." Tai said and winked, then patting the changing mat. "come on Little guy, let's get your diapies on and then you can sit in daddies lap while we order you a guitar so you can make music for daddy." "But..I thought we were going and getting one today!" Matt whined. "Oh, does somebody wanna go out shopping in his diapers? So bold!" Tai teased. "NO! I just..uh.." mental images of Matt waddling around in the big bulky diapers, holding Tai's hand and sucking his thumb flooded his mind and he started to squirm lots even as he laid down on the changing pad. "Don't worry. I'll pay for rush delivery. if we get it in town it'll be here by this afternoon. Maybe I'll let my little exhibitionist answer the door." Tai teased, and grabbed the first diaper. '...I could really go for anther glass of sake right now.' Matt thought and lifted up his butt like a good boy.

Back at the apartment TK was having pain fueled day dreams of all the times his undies hadn't of been lodged up his crack and wished his mom would hurry up and come and get him down. Not helping the whole situation was the fact that he had a growing bladder issue and any attempt's to shift around and relive the pressure there only made the undies ride up more. His mom had gone from putting things away to excuse herself to the bathroom, an like she was the worlds greatest comedian she'd told him not to move, and to hang in there. TK had wisely kept his opinions of her humor to himself as he had a sneaking suspicion that his earlier comments had helped extend his wedgie time. Still as the need to tinkle grew more and more TK couldn't keep quiet. "MOMMY! I hafa go pee! if you don't wanna clean up a puddle you needa get me down NOW!" He called. the bathroom door opened and Nancy walked out, smirking. "Why didn't you say something sooner wedgie boy?" she asked, taping a finger on his nose. "...You were just waiting in there!?!" TK shouted and huffed, crossing his arms and glaring. Sadly as his attention was focused on his mom and being mad at her, it was diverted from where it needed to be. "Well you were being a little brat an-" She started, then looked down as a hissing noise was heard and looked at the growing wet patch on the front of TK's undies, and the puddle that was starting to form on the floor. "Really?" "T-This is your fault!" TK huffed even as she grabbed him under the arms and lifted him down, though holding him away from her so she didn't get any pee on her. The flow was weakling and stopping as she got him on his feet, turning him so he could add to the puddle while not standing in it since he was in socks. (not that they weren't already wet) "Mhmm.. Well go and finish in the bathroom and clean up." She said, rolling her eyes then noticed a super guilty look on TK's face. "The..flow DID stop because you got it under control right?" She asked, a smirk tugging on her face. "Er..well..see.." TK said, rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously. "Go grab a shower pee pants, and meet mommy in your room. you know the rule for pant's wetters in this house." She said and turned away to go and get the mop and bucket as TK whined. "MOOOM! NOT THE PULL UPS!"

Back at Tai's and Matt was powdered and tapped in his triple thick white diapers, and squirming like crazy as he looked at himself in the mirror. Tai had tugged off his shirt so at the moment Matt was JUST in his white socks and white diapers, and he couldn't even close his legs! and as bad as it looked from the front, once he turned around and looked over his shoulder it was WAY worse in the back! He hadn't of even been able to get to his feet without Tai's help (well, he was gonna use Tai's bed to pull himself up but Tai had insisted daddy was here to help) and to say he was waddling was a massive understatement. "So what do you think little guy?" Tai asked, coming up behind him and making Matt look front ward in the mirror again, kissing Matt's cheek as he patted Matt's fat diapered bottom. "...I feel like I'm gonna knock lamps off of end tables, and there should be a beeping noise when i back up!" Matt whined. "heh, cute idea. I'll see what i can rig up for your next diaper day with daddy." Tai chuckled and kissed Matt's cheek. 'I need to stop giving him ideas.' Matt mentally groaned. "Can I at least put my shirt back on or something? or you have some shorts I can put over these? I wanna try and cover the diapers up!" Matt whined. "oh, You're just in luck little guy! Daddy DOES have something to go over your adorable huggies." Tai said. The old familiar warning bells were going off in Matt's head as Tai went and reached under the bed, and pulled out two onesie's, or as Matt called them, diaper shirts. One was light blue with a yellow trim on the sleeves, neck and leg hole, and had a yellow star on the front, that had a smiling face and said 'daddies little star' under it in yellow text. the second one was a white one with a dinosaur print all over it, and Matt fought the urge to facepalm. 'I really need to start watching my goddamn mouth.' he thought. "So buddy, what do you thin? wanna be my widdle star, or a dino boy?" Tai asked. "Gee, they're BOTH so tempting." Matt said, unable to keep the sarcasm out of his voice. If Tai noticed though he didn't show it and just nodded instead. "You're right, I'll pick for you." '...REALLY need to just keep my effing mouth shut!'

In the end Tai went with the little star onesie, though he'd over estimated just how thick he could go and still use them as it was a bit of a fight to get the crotch snaps to close. "I think after we get you your little guitar, we'll go shopping and get more cute outfits for my widdle musician." Tai said. He could tell Matt was less then pleased, but the boy forced a smile on his face and nodded. "whatever you want ta-" he started to say. "ah ah ah, when your butt is in diapers, it's DADDY. Got it?" Tai said, wagging a finger and smirking. "..Yeah OK." Matt replied, rolling his eyes. "yeah OK what?" Tai questioned, the grin getting bigger. "...Yeah OK daddy." Matt said, smiling but clenching his teeth. Tugging Matt over/ helping the padded cutie keep his balance, Tai sat down in his big comfy computer chair and tugged Matt into his lap, giving the big baby's neck a kiss. "Now did you have a certain store in mind, or just want me to google and shop around?" Tai asked.

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Camp Camp Secret Santa, Chapter 1

Hello, @thebeesfriend! I'm your Secret Santa this year, and I hope you enjoy this story! The tags make it sound a lot more intense than it is; it's really very sweet and silly, mostly.

Gwen begins questioning her sexuality, and comes to her coworkers for help. Jasper starts reminiscing about his own past, and just how lucky he is today.

(Updates every 2-3 days until Christmas 2019)

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June 25, 2016

2:17 PM

“Hey, can I ask you kind of a weird question?”

Jasper paused, wax dripping from a lit stub of candle onto the paper airplane in his other hand. “Is it ‘what the fuck are you doing with our emergency lights-out supplies?” he asked, knowing before the words left his mouth that it wasn’t. Gwen didn’t ask permission to tear into her co-counselors for being idiots, especially when fire was involved, and her expression and voice both had a nervous, hesitant lilt he wasn’t used to and didn’t like. She was a firecracker -- quietly smoldering until something made her explode, and then she was gone in a flash of fire too dangerous to stand nearby. Shyness didn’t suit her.

At least she wasn’t popping tranquilizers like they were Skittles, he noted hopefully, shifting his supplies to make room for her to sit down. Things couldn’t be camp-ruining bad or she’d be having twelve different panic attacks simultaneously. As she sat down, Jasper noticed she kept tugging strands of hair free from her ponytail, twisting them around her fingers.

“Everything okay?” he finally tried, when a solid fifteen seconds had gone by without a response. He wasn’t exactly a “fill the silence with chatter” kinda guy, but with David off preparing for one of his ill-advised contests against the Woodscouts, Jasper was alone for the first time all summer with the only person at camp he tried to avoid being alone with. Gwen . . . intimidated him. A little bit. Maybe it was that she’d been a counselor longer than him and had seniority, maybe it was the way David was convinced she could do no wrong. Maybe it was because she could do more damage to -- and with -- a guitar than Pete Townsend and smiled even less than Quartermaster, and he couldn’t get a read on her no matter how many summers passed. Or hell, maybe it was because he was just as much of an awkward disaster around pretty girls as any other nerd, and being madly in love with his boyfriend hadn’t magically given him social skills. It was a mystery, really. “What’s crackin, cap’n?”

(Case in point.)

She groaned, rubbing the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger -- a tic of Jasper's that had rubbed off on both Gwen and David. “I . . . what the fuck am I doing? No, fuck it, it’s -- I’m gonna go --”

“Hey.” Jasper took her wrist before she could get up, setting aside his airplane and candle. “You need to talk?” When she shrugged, not meeting his eyes and looking extremely reluctant, he tried a smile and added, “Come on, we're CBFLs. It’s gotta have some perks, right?”

She shook her head with an amused huff of air and made no move to stand back up. She’d twirled a strand of hair so many times around her finger that the poor finger was striped red and white as she released the hair. “Fuck, yeah. I guess. It’s not even a big deal or anything,” she said, puffing her cheeks out in a sigh. “Might as well.”

And then she . . . didn’t say anything. Just pressed her lips together and stared down at the scarred wooden table, sliding her hands under her thighs (to keep from playing with her hair again, he suspected).

After a few minutes Jasper shrugged and went back to his project, tilting the candle so wax drizzled into the crevices of the airplane’s wings. If he had something to spread the wax around, this would probably be a lot easier and --

“How’d you know you were into guys?”

The suddenness of the question, and the too-loud way she’d blurted it out, made him jump, spilling a thick glob of wax onto his knuckles. “Jinkies Christ!” he hissed, quickly setting the candle down and shaking his hand (which didn’t do anything to either remove the wax or cool it down, but it made him feel better regardless). “Sorry,  what was that?”

Gwen stared at him, the corners of her lips twitching. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand, so all he caught was a glimpse of a fledgling smile. “Did you just say  ‘jinkies christ’?”

Some of the tension drained away, lightening the air in the Mess Hall. “David wants me to stop swearing so much at camp,” he admitted, grinning. “Results so far have been . . . mixed.”

“If you’re not careful, that might catch on.”

Jasper’s heart leapt at the idea. “I have literally never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.” They fell silent again, though he made no move to pick the candle back up.

She nodded, picking up his airplane and inspecting it absently. “I -- might be bi?” she said uncertainly, gently scraping the excess wax off of the paper plane with her fingernail. “I don’t know for sure, so maybe not, but . . .”

Oh, fuck. This was a big moment. It was the kind of Big Moments David dreamed of, the kind he handled with so much more warm-heartedness than Jasper, who always sounded sarcastic when he tried to be nice; David would be so jealous he missed out, and he’d demand Jasper remember every detail (and not the ones about Gwen accidentally destroying his plane project), and would be so disappointed if he fucked this up . . .

Aaaand he’d been sitting here for like ten seconds not saying anything, like a dick. Fuck. “Hey, that’s cool!” he said, making her jump because he practically yelled it out of nowhere like a goddamn psycho. “I mean, welcome to the club!”

She didn’t make fun of him for being a massive goober, and for that he’d be eternally grateful. “But I should -- like,  know, right?” she asked, setting aside his slightly-mangled plane (and making him breathe a sigh of relief). “I feel like it’s one of those things that . . . people fucking know. Like you are or you aren’t, and you can tell.” 

“Not always,” he said, probably telling the truth but not really sure. Could he Google “how to help your friend come out without having a huge anxiety attack” without her noticing? “You hear about people who’re . . . y’know, super old and come out as gay or bi or trans or whatever. So I bet there are a lotta people like that.”

Could he just call David and have him talk her through this over the phone? Then he could do what he was actually good at: making paper airplanes -- he didn’t know how to do boats -- and coating them in wax, so that he could reenact the opening scene of It the next time it rained (hopefully minus the clowns and dismemberment).

“Yeah?” She looked a little bit less depressed than usual, and Jasper decided to take that as a win. The guidance counselor in high school who told him he’d be a “total nightmare for anyone who needed therapy and should never ever ever go into psychology” could suck it! He was great at this.

Probably.

As long as the conversation ended right now, before he had the chance to put his foot in his mouth.

“So did you just always know?” she asked after a moment.

Or not.

Jasper hadn’t started his day with the intention to have an involved conversation with his not-very-close coworker about his sexuality. But fuck if Camp Campbell wasn’t full of fun unexpected surprises. “I mean, I figured it out pretty early,” he said with a shrug. “There was this annoying little redheaded kid who wouldn’t leave me alone --” She snorted, making him smile. “-- and eventually he grew on me. And then I didn’t have to wonder if I liked boys, because I already . . . just sort of did.”

David had made it easy to come to terms with his sexuality, because he’d fallen for him before he’d had a chance to even question it.

It was always just him.

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wi rehab week 3 review: the Week™. i KNOW this post is long but god please read about my misfortune if yall want a Saga

current status on raccoons: clement

number of monster energy drinks consumed: 2

number of buns directly killed: 1

Days Since Last Diarrhead on: 1

Baby Raccoon Count: 150ish? probably 130 that need to be bottle fed 

new tasks performed:

baby opossum cage maintenance

baby waterfowl cage maintenance

SQ fluid administration on raccoons

SQ vaccine administration on raccoons

What To Do When Your Tire Goes Flat 101

oral medication administration on possums

CHRONOLOGICAL TALE OF MISFORTUNE: i’m not going to do this regularly but the sheer amount of bad shit that happened this week was COMICAL so let me break down everything that happened to me this work week

MONDAY 6/8

got diarrhead on during 6am raccoon feeding

straight up killed a baby rabbit during bun feeding. they stress real easily and i’m bad at tubing so i had him out for a while and he just fuckin. died. from stress. in my hands. directly because of me being bad at my job. so you know that was uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

shovelled out wet dirty woodchips out of a walk-in enclosure with like 8 goslings using a snowshovel w/ another baby intern. you can’t put a ton of woodchips into one trash bag so we had to keep changing out the trash bag and it was like 92 degrees out and we were both wearing cloth masks and on god i really thought we were gonna die in there

during the pm feeding i get peed on by the EXACT SAME RACCOON that diarrhead on me during the am feeding 

TUESDAY 6/9: the Day(tm)

i have a therapy appointment scheduled at 2pm. my shift is 6am-2pm. i’ll need to leave at 1:30pm to get to it. i tell my supervisors this. it’s chill. i still feel bad about it, because i have anxiety.

right off the bat, i get scolded by my Actual Boss for doing something i watched one of the supervising interns do 

6am raccoon feeding: get diarrhead on again. 

a rac RIPS the fucking nipple off of the baby bottle we’re feeding them with and formula gets fucking everywhere. i say out loud at this moment “IM HAVING A GREAT WEEK”. one of my supervising interns feels bad for me and keeps trying to cheer me up throughout the day. she does make me feel better.

i get dishes which is fine bc i dont mind dishes for real but my hands turn into sandpaper the day after doing dishes for 2 hours so this is more :| than :/. i make jokes about how bad my week is going. the mood is, generally, looking up.

next raccoon feeding is scheduled for noon. raccoons are housed in a separate building, so it’s about a 5 minute drive to get there from the main area. we get ready to leave around 1pm. recap: i need to leave at 1:30pm for a therapy appointment. i’m planning on driving my own car down there so i can do this. it’s chill.

on my way down there, i start hearing the most godawful screeching of metal. i am, quote, “like uhhh.” when i open the gate to turn onto the highway, i stick my head out the window to look

my tire is flat.

i have a flat tire.

my fucking tire is FLAT dude.

>mfw

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pull over after gate

tell the staff member following me “hey i have a flat tire so im probably not going to make it down to feed today” and shes like flkdjsalfksd okay

call the ONE supervising intern whose number i have, who is the one who heard me say IM HAVING A GREAT WEEK, like GUESS WHICH BITCH HAS A FLAT TIRE LMFAOOOOOOO. just making that one call was the funniest fucking thing that’s ever happened in my entire life

to quote her verbatim: “i guess you are having a bad week”

call my dad, who as it turns out was actively teaching a class when i called, so i am well and truly facked and am DEFINITELY not making this therapy appointment

ok. take a deep breath. check my car. i have a donut in my car. i have not changed a tire in three years, and have never changed one in the scenario of I Have A Flat Tire. fack. relay this to the one supervising intern whos number i know (i’m going to call her supervising intern 1 going forward here). ask her if anyone knows how to change a tire. 

supervising intern 1 calls back. apparently there’s a guy who lives on the same property we’re on named donnie. donnie is a maintenance worker who helps out a lot around the rehab place. donnie can help me change my tire. apparently someone currently down feeding raccoons is going to come pick me up and bring me over there so i can continue to feed raccoons until donnie can fix my tire. 

get call from supervising intern 2, whose number i did not have, apparently it got relayed. i ask her if anyone down there can change a tire. she says she can change a tire. she will help me change my tire she finishes on raccoon feeding. ok sounds good. someone is still going to come pick me up.

get call back 10 minutes later. apparently donnie is in the middle of a field right now and it is unlikely that he can fix my tire. someone is still going to come get me to feed raccoons, maybe. i tell her supervising intern 2 can help me change my tire after we finish our shift. she says thats fine. ok cool sick.

try to call therapist. i have no signal. send email which is, verbatim: “Hey! I'm currently on the the side of of the the road in [TOWN 30 MILES AWAY] with a flat tire, so I'm not going to make our appointment today. If we could reschedule for sometime soon, that would be great.” signal is bad, so this ends up being sent at 3pm.

(ALSO I LEARNED ABOUT THIS TODAY BUT APPARENTLY IN THE TIMELINE THERE’S A FIGHT HERE BETWEEN SUPERVISING INTERNS 1 AND 2 OVER HOW THE SITUATION IS PLAYING OUT WHICH IS EQUAL PARTS HILARIOUS AND “MAKES ME FEEL BAD”)

one of the other baby interns comes to pick me up and bring me down to racs. i walk in like AYYYYYYY and start feeding raccoons.

i get diarrhead on again.

i get diarrhead on again again. 

apparently 3 in one day is a record.

my shift is supposed to end at 2pm. we usually end up staying until 2:15-2:30ish, because that’s usually when the other team gets down here. since supervising intern 2 is currently my savior, she is going to drive me back over when the other team gets here and she leaves. other baby interns leave at 2:15ish, i think. 

the other team is, apparently, running late. they get here at 3pm.

supervising intern 2 drives me back over at 3pm. we get to my car.

the donut is on.

the tire is in the trunk.

apparently donnie was, in fact, able to come change my tire. no one told me this. 

im like ok. this is fine. i tell supervising intern 2 thank u for my life. i leave.

my donut has a 50mph max speed limit. i tell google maps to avoid highways on my way home. this turns my 30 minute drive home into a 50 minute one, and still ends up with me being terrifyingly tailgated by trucks for going 10 miles under the speed limit. i almost, but do not, run out of gas on the way home.

i get home around 4:10pm. i call the auto shop across the street from me and tell them i have a flat tire, but i need the car by 6am tomorrow. do they think they can have it fixed by then. they tell me to bring it over and they’ll let me know.

i bring the car over. i give them my keys. i say thank you and leave.

i realize that my garage door opener is in my car, which is now locked. i have no other way into the house, because our garage door keypad has been broken for 2 years. the sliding glass door in the backyard is locked.

i walk back into the auto shop 5 minutes later and ask in the Polite But Obviously Having A Day tone if i can have my keys back so i can get it. i get my garage door opener out of my car. i give the keys back.

i enter my home. i lay spread-eagled on my bed for one hour.

auto place calls back and tells me they fixed the tire. im like did you replace it or did u fix it. theyre like we fixed it come on over. i almost cry on the phone.

go back over. guy is like “ya u ran over a screw LOL”. gives me my keys back. i wait to pay

after a bit hes like “you dont have to pay anything. this is on the house.”

almost cry

thank him

get car

go home

eat

shower

go to bed at 8pm 

WEDNESDAY (6/10)

everyone at work is immediately like AYYY and in general just very nice about the whole thing. i thank everyone involved for helping. its chill

dont get diarrhead on this feeding but i do get bit for like NO got dam reason what the fack

next up is cleaning juvenile cages and i swear to god i get the nastiest. fucking. raccoon cage i have ever seen in my entire life. there was an...i wanna say eigth-of-an-inch thick layer of raccoon diarrhea across this 2 foot x 4 foot cage

like on GOD the smell was so bad i was gagging through a goddamn cloth mask just. oh my god. i had to just go stand outside and stare into the abyss afterwards for a few minutes it was so NASTY IT WAS SO NASTY

mercifully, i am spared from further misfortune for the rest of the day. i come home. i am so tired.

WAIT I HAVE TO MENTION THAT SUPERVISING INTERN 1 HAD SUCH BAD LUCK FEEDING RABBITS TODAY SO LIKE...my luck is contagious 

notes and observations

anyone who is anti-euthanasia in animal shelters and any other large-scale animal welfare places in general can absolutely suck my dick

most other baby animals will generally have various stages of “baby x”, but opossums look like Adults Except Tiny from a very early age. they have stolen my heart.

birds are poopy little creatures

[afutureteacher-blog1]

Personal Choice Piece #1: Creative Writing Short Story

The Slippery Sock

By: Paige Barmakian

I knew from the start that this would kill me. I was in no way prepared for what I would have to deal with if he stayed with me forever. He was the best thing in my life for a while, and I will always love him. But he is not mine, and I don’t think he ever was. It was the biggest decision I’ve ever made, letting him go. And for an 18 year old, it was a shit ton to deal with.

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I dressed for school this morning as I do for every morning as of late. I pull on my stretchiest leggings that are getting maddeningly stretchier everyday. I pick out my blue socks with the wrong day of the week on them (because who cares), and pull on my UGG boots over them. Then, I stick my head through the hole of another oversized t-shirt (it’s always an oversized t-shirt these days) and pile my white blonde hair at the top of my head. I don’t bother putting on makeup anymore. There’s no one to impress; no one at school even looks me in the eye.

When I go downstairs for breakfast, my dad is waiting for me with everything I need for the day. Ever since he and my mom found out about him, they have become extremely involved in my life: overbearing and suffocating. I guess they are just being protective, but I wish they would leave me alone. Especially now when he has been with me for so long already. I know what I am doing, and I am clearly not a child anymore.

I wish they would just act like they used to. Before him.

My dad hands me my lunch bag, and I leave for school. I am a senior in high school, which would be really cool if I could drive like the rest of my classmates. But, living right down the street from school means I have to walk like a pathetic freshmen every day of my life. As I’m walking, I feel my right sock slowly sliding off my foot with each step. Well, fuck. This is what my day is going to consist of: me constantly pulling up my sock. Perfect! That is just what I needed to worry about today. I don’t bother adjusting it, though. It will just start slipping off again.

Once I get to class, I take off my shoe and fix my sock. At least it will be comfortable while I’m sitting down. Well, as comfortable as I can be. No one looks at me anymore as I take my “special” seat by the door, allowing me easy access to leave whenever I need to and has a desk I can sit comfortably in. I have this set up in basically every class with the exception of gym. Then, I am allowed a free period because of my “situation” as the school calls it. I wish I had clothes in my gym locker, though. That way I could get a new pair of socks whose sole purpose isn’t to drive me crazy.

At lunch I meet up with Jamie. He has sandy blonde hair that he is constantly brushing out of his eyes and freckles that cover every inch of his body. He is my best friend, and no, I am not secretly in love with him. He is a total goofball and also a complete dick at the same time. But, I put up with him because he puts up with me and well, I’m a bit of a handful myself if I’m being quite honest (which I always painfully am). He is the only one that will sit with me anymore, anyway. He has that “I don’t give a fuck about what other people think” quality that connects us. All the girls are too embarrassed to be seen around me and the other boys are afraid of me. It pisses me off, but there really isn’t anything I can do about that.

“Hey, Fal!” I jump as he comes up behind me and then double over in shock.

“Shit. Are you okay? I didn’t mean to scare you” He takes my lunch from me and helps me over to a table.

“I’m fine it was actually nothing” I assure him, exasperated and rolling my eyes. I re-adjust that damn sock again.

“Are you sure?” he says, and then, without waiting for me to answer, “So, are we working on the project after that doctor thing you’ve got today? My shift ends at five.”

“Yeah. It should be over at like four thirty. Just come by my place when you’re done, and you better bring me The Fallon special.”

“Oh, of course. How could I forget that?” he says, sarcasm heavy with each word.

The Fallon special is a milkshake from the ice cream parlor he works at. The parlor has these amazing milkshakes with like 50 different flavors and candy topping options.  Everyone is obsessed with it in our town, and Jamie’s brother owns it. We named the one I always get the Fallon special as a joke because there is literally nothing special about it at all. It’s just a chocolate milkshake. No toppings or special flavors whatsoever. He makes fun of me all the time for liking it the best and that’s where the running joke came from. But, he always brings me one after work and it is one of the main reasons I keep him around. Along with the fact that he’s my only friend and as much as I hate to admit it, we are basically the same person.

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It’s five now, and I am waiting for Jamie. I just ate an enormous dinner and I feel like I am about a thousand pounds. I sink into the couch in the living room and idly rub my stomach. I watch Netflix on my computer while I wait for him to show up. I hear the familiar sound of my side door creaking followed by the slam of it hitting the wall as it opens. Jamie comes into the living room with a grocery bag of supplies in one hand and a milkshake in the other.

“Thanks, J.” I take the milkshake and begin sucking at it without hesitation despite the massive dinner I had just consumed. A pain in my stomach interrupts me, though, and I have to put it down while I wait for it to pass. I guess that’s what I get for having eyes that are bigger than my stomach.

“So, I know I said I’d do most of the work for this one, but I gotta say I have absolutely no idea what I am doing here.” Jamie sits next to me and I close my laptop, shutting Netflix off and cutting off yet another one of Ross and Rachel’s fights mid sentence.

“That doesn’t surprise me,” I say, unconcerned “But it should also not surprise you that I have no idea what I’m doing, either”

We stare at each other for a second in silence and then both start laughing at the same time. Typical.

The laughing causes my stomach to hurt again and I clutch the pillow next to me for support before it passes. Jamie doesn’t notice.

“Just start googling shit and I’ll get us some water” I say and stand up off of the couch.

The second my feet touch the ground, though, something happens. My pants are suddenly soaked and I let out a noise of disgust.

“What’s wrong?” Jamie looks over at me, his face forming a look of surprise and realization almost simultaneously.

“We have to go.” He starts yelling for my parents and helping them pack. I can’t seem to move. I can’t even process what is happening. I just stand there as chaos ensues around me.

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I am lying in the hospital bed. The last 24 hours being the most painful of my life, but I am finally done now. It’s over. I look to my left, and I can see him. My mom is in the room, and she is sitting on my bed beside me. I can see my dad outside talking to the Clarks. The couple looks overjoyed, but they’ve been asked to stay outside for the time being. The nurse walks in, and I ask to hold him one last time. She brings him over to me and I take him in my arms. They wrapped him up in a blue blanket, giving him a matching blue hat and tiny blue socks. I can tell he looks a lot like me, his hair so white you can barely tell he even has any. But he also has features I don’t recognize, and I know they must belong to him. My mom and the nurse leave us alone so I can say goodbye. When the door shuts behind them, I touch my forehead to his and give his nose a kiss.

It is an odd feeling that builds in my chest. The idea of him reminds me of that terrible night. The night I was taken advantage of. The night that repulses me to my very core. The night where I lost my self worth, and am only barely beginning to find it again. Even though I cannot even fully remember that night, the thought of it is more than I can bare. But, the little boy in my arms right now is not at fault. As he lays in front of me and opens his eyes, I again become soft.

“They will take care of you little bean. You were never mine; you were always theirs.”

For some reason no tears come. Probably because I feel empty. No pain, just numbness. We wait together for the nurse and my mom to come back, and a few minutes later they do. The nurse comes over and reaches for the baby, but I don’t let her take him.

“Do you mind if… if I give him to them?”

“Not at all,” she says with a look of sadness in her eyes. She and my mom help me into a wheelchair with the baby in my arms. They wheel me into the hallway and I see them waiting. I know this will be the best day of their lives, because I can’t think of a worse day in mine. When we reach them, they are very kind. They ask me how I am feeling and we make small talk for a couple of minutes. I know it is time to give him up, though. I take a deep, shaky breath, and one last look at his face. He smiles at me. My heart completely skips a beat. He’s going to be okay. I hand him to Mrs. Clark.

“Thank you so much,” she says, starting to cry for what seems to be the millionth time today by the redness in her eyes. “We can’t even begin to tell you how happy you’ve made us.”

“I know you will make great parents.” I try to smile, but I know it must look forced. My mother pushes my wheelchair as we leave the Clarks at the hospital’s entrance. I watch them take him away. Take him home. I am keeping my eyes locked on him as they strap him into the carseat, and I notice something. His sock has slipped halfway off of his foot. Suddenly, my body is slammed with pain as my emotions of him leaving hit me like a brick. The car door is closing, and my eyes are filling with tears. Everything is turning blurry, and when I blink the tears away and open my eyes again the door is closed and he is gone. I blink away more tears, silently rushing down my face, and see something where the car had just been. I step out of my wheelchair and walk over.

I bend over and pick it up:

his tiny blue sock.

[taronfanfic]

Graduate’s Escape

Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 and 7

Sorry - long chapter... I got a bit carried away! 

Chapter 8

Entering Taron’s apartment was much less daunting this time around. You kicked your shoes straight off and allowed the thick carpet to sooth your soles. A hasty trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up gave Taron chance to pour a couple of drinks and dim the lights. As you returned he was relaxed in the centre of his sofa with one leg resting over his knee and his arm outstretched along the cushions, inviting you to nestle down against his side.

“I’ve been trying to work out how’s best to phrase this, but I don’t think there is a good way. I need to ask… well check with you about something – and it’s just because I know I’ve got to do press all this week. I wouldn’t normally bring it up so soon-” You silenced him with a kiss.

“Get to the point, Egerton.” You made him smile as you used his surname.

“I’m probably going to be asked about my personal life in some shape or form next week, even more so after what Hugh said on TV tonight, so I wanted to know how you felt about me potentially mentioning it.” He pulled his arm back away from you and rested his head on his hand.

“Well, it’s really early days isn’t it? There’s not going to be much to tell other than we’ve been on a date, and I don’t think anyone in the world can hold that against you.”

“Yes, and that’s perfectly fine for now. But if things go forward, or when they do…” he couldn’t hide his smile as he suggested a future together. “I don’t consider myself to be famous, but it does kind of come with the job. I just want to make sure you’ve thought about it, and what it could mean.”

“You act because you enjoy it, the fame part just tags along for the ride whether you want it to or not. Dating you is the same for me. I’m not interested in fame, and I don’t think I’ll be of any interest to other people. My life is very average. So no, it wouldn’t be fair to censor you and I trust you with sharing as much or as little as you’re comfortable with.” You explained as concisely as you could.

“Thanks, I wasn’t really sure what you were going to say, especially as this is only our first date. I’m going to have a chat with my publicist tomorrow, she’ll know what’s best for how much or little I should be revealing.” He ran his fingers through the back of his hair, a small sign of how much this had been playing on his mind.

“I bet she tells you to deny all rumours and play the single life card.”

“Mmm, it’s what I’m expecting too.”

“If I were you I’d be tempted to try the exact opposite. I think the less you know about a celebrity’s private life, the more intrigued you are to google it. If you’re happy to share some details, insignificant ones, then you’ll be trusted and seen as an open and relatable person. People will have less need to go digging into the past.”

“Brains and beauty.” You felt him relax as his arm wrapped back around you. “You talk a lot of sense and that perspective is so refreshing. As soon as I got into drama school the ‘keep your personal life private’ mantra was drilled into us daily… So I may well go against what my publicist says, we’ll see.” Taron thanked you with a slow and tender kiss.

“Weirdly, I think I’m more bothered by all the stunning actresses you have to kiss in scenes…” You thought aloud.

“Please don’t let that bother you, I really really don’t like shooting those scenes, honestly. It feels as weird as it would do to anyone if you asked them to make out with a work colleague whilst the rest of the team stood round watching.” His facial expressions flinched as he thought about it.

“Ha, I thought you were going to be scared of getting turned with all those people watching.”

“God, no! It’s so far from that! But I can assure you there’ll be no kissing girls in the next film I’m shooting... I think it gets announced officially soon, but I’ve been cast as Elton John in his sort of biopic.” Taron’s face lit up with excitement as he told you.

“No way! That’s a brilliant role!” You sat up and faced him properly, mirroring his excitement.

“I can’t wait! I get to sing again too, hopefully more often than I have to kiss guys.” He joked.

“You’ll be amazing. I already feel bizarrely proud and I’ve not even heard you sing yet!” You couldn’t hide your smile as Taron looked down to take your hand in his. You were hit right in the chest with the overwhelming sense of just how quickly your feeling were developing. You felt a genuine friendship forming, you wanted him to be happy and successful. Even more so you now felt invested in his future. Whatever happens from here you knew you wanted him to be in your life for a very long time.

“And you can tell everybody, that this is your song.” Taron started to softly sing to you. “It may be quite simple but, now that it’s done, I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, that I put down in words…How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.” He’d not broken eye contact as he sang to you. You were stunned into silence at how beautiful his voice was and frozen to the spot by how much you felt he meant it. An incoming kiss saved you from your daze and gave you a much better way to react. You kissed him with passion and force, overwhelmed by an impulsive lust. Wrapping your arms around his neck you repositioned yourself onto his lap, never breaking apart from the kiss. His hands rubbed up and down your back as the kiss became heavier. He located the zip of your dress and started to firmly tug it down. Pausing for a moment you pulled your hair round to one side and reached over your shoulders to undo the hook at the top of your dress. Taron helped you to slide your arms out of your sleeves and then lowered the material down to your waist, leaving you topless. “I should sing to you more often if it gets this reaction!” he commented with wide eyes at the sight of you before him.

“Shhh” you hushed him gently as you moved in to kiss him again, grazing his tongue lightly and moving yours deeper into his mouth. The buttons of his shirt were easy to open, your hands sped down to release his chest and stroke his warm skin. As he sat forwards your bodies connected. You pushed his shirt away from his shoulders allowing it to fall off his arms. His breaths were heavy as you moved round to kiss his neck. You lightly licked just below his earlobe and blew gently to cool the skin, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to rise. His hands were all over your body, one stroking the side of your breast, the other working up and down your thigh under the skirt of your dress. You shifted your weight from your knees, lowering yourself into his crotch and rubbing yourself against his stiff jeans. “I need you.” You whispered into his ear. “Right now.”

Taron lifted you off his lap before pulling his phone and wallet from his pockets. You stood up to take your dress off and then took the condom from his wallet whilst he lowered his jeans and boxers. Moving down to the floor between Taron’s knees you tore open the packet and positioned the condom in your open mouth.

“Fuuuuck.” he swore slowly as he figured out what was about to happen. The guy who seemed so dominant earlier on was on the back foot as his cock twitched in anticipation. You ran your hands up his thighs and round to the base of his shaft, holding it in place as you lowered your mouth around him and rolled the condom down onto him at the same time. You looked up to watch his face as you sucked back up his length, your fingers dropping down to caress his balls at the same time. He was now harder than ever and in the perfect position for you to mount him. As you stood up Taron’s hands reached out for your hips. He hooked his fingers inside the elastic of your knickers and slowly drew them down your legs, involuntarily biting his lip at the same time. You stepped out of them and kneeled on the sofa as you positioned yourself over Taron. Starting slowly you moved against his tip, rubbing your clit against it and drawing it all the way down to your vagina and back up again. Taron’s eyes were firmly fixed on you, mesmerised by the way you were moving against him. You pushed him against your clit harder this time and let out a soft moan. His hands ran up your thighs and round to your arse, grabbing it encouragingly and applying a slight downward pressure. You moved your hands from his chest up to his shoulders and leant in to kiss him teasingly.

“Please?” he begged in between your kisses. “I can’t take it.” You giggled against his lips, kissing him harder as you obliged and lowered yourself onto him. He took in a deep breath and tensed beneath you. “Yes!” Lifting off and sliding down again felt incredible. Using a slow pace allowed you to hit every single spot you wanted one after the other, exactly how you liked it. You pushed your hips forwards to tighten things and increase the friction, causing Taron to moan heavily. His head had dropped to the back of the sofa, his mouth open and eyes closed. You ran your fingers down his chest to his stomach and traced them across his tensed abs. His hips were starting to buck up into you, urging you to go faster and harder. As he moved up into you, you pushed down against him, slamming him into you with force. Sitting up straight allowed you to take him deeper and faster, bouncing on top of him with a quick rhythm. He sat up slightly to watch you, his mouth still open and breathing heavily. “Don’t stop.” He moaned.

“Don’t come yet.” You moaned back as you felt your heat building and starting to spread around your body. It made the soles of your feet tingle as you worked yourself up. Your thighs were starting to burn but you couldn’t stop now, you were too close. You reached out for Taron’s hand and pulled it down towards your clit, encouraging him to touch you at the same time as you lifted up and pulsed against the top of his dick to finish him off. He didn’t have to touch you for long before you fell apart and swore “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You tensed around him in quick succession and sent him into his own orgasm, feeling him pause beneath you as he came. A few seconds later and he sighed heavily, his hands resting softly on the top of your thighs. You planted a kiss to his forehead as you climbed off him and collapsed down next to him on the sofa. He turned his head to look at you broke out in a smile.

“Shall we move things to the bedroom?” he joked with mocking suggestion.

[hayjeon]

Give and Take [M] (ft. Taehyung) | 01 prologue

→ friendswithbenefits!au with a twist (edging, oral, overstimulation, uh some really dirty shit, and oh yeah, Taehyung teaching you sex) → 12.6k (oneshot)  → part 1 | part 2 | part 3

A/N: sorry im such a sinner omg but thank you so much for 1k followers + 1k notes on You Who! This is a surprise upload :) Enjoyyyyyyyyy

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Your thighs are trembling, but he just gives you a glare and continues lazily moving his fingertips against your skin, dipping a knuckle into your heat before slightly pressing his thumb over your clit. 

And repeat. 

“Taehyung,--fuck--please.” You moan, straining against the neckties that bind you to his headboard. 

He props up his chin in his hand in between your legs and glares up at you. The hand in between your legs stills and you groan at the lack of sensation, and clench your teeth. He rolls his eyes. “Can you take this or not?” 

You let out a breath, calming your heavy breaths before loosening your grip on the binds and letting your body relax a bit. Closing your eyes and swallowing your dry throat, you speak up. Your voice is small and hoarse from the previous hour of exertion. “I-I can.” 

“Good. I thought so.” 

He doesn’t say anything and returns his gaze to your center, lowering his lips against your core and thickly running his tongue up your slit, and settling on your clit to suck hard. You cry out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you arch your back. Your body is reacting on its own, unsure of whether to press itself closer to the heat from his mouth and take the pleasure he’s giving you, or to shy away from the onslaught of an orgasm. 

A heavy hand comes down on your hip bone and presses down, rooting you to his bed. He mutters, “You need to learn how to stay still. Buck up again and I won’t let you come for another week.” 

You swallow thickly, eyes rolling back as you drop to the sheets, trying to keep your body as limp as possible. He’s not joking. You focus your entire mind on trying not to buck up again, but it’s difficult when he ducks down again and presses another long, hard suck to your clit before flattening his tongue against it to soothe it. A long finger comes tentatively into your core and you moan loudly when it slides in with no difficulty and presses immediately to the spot that makes your mind go blank. 

Taehyung can feel how you tighten around his finger, and so he reaches up to grasp your breast, pinching the nipple and running his thumb over it because he knows you’re extremely sensitive there. 

Well, to put it correctly, you were sensitive everywhere, he notes with a pause. But he wasn’t about to admit how much that excited him and made his dick twitch in his tight jeans. So he moves his finger faster against you and watches up from between your legs as you throw your head back and your fists clench against the neckties from his high school uniforms he used to bind you to the wooden bars on his bed. 

“T-taehyung,” you begin, and trail off into a moan, and he knows without you having to say it, that its a question of permission. So he grits out against your skin, “Hold it Y/N, wouldn’t want to look like you can’t handle this much for him, don’t you?”

The feeling of his finger inside of you, his thumb on your nipple, his tongue against your clit, and the vibrations of his deep growl against your skin is now too overwhelming. But his words tear you back into reality. 

The both of you, somehow along the way, had become partners, sexually. But contrary to normal progressions of a regular relationship, you and Taehyung were not dating, nor in love, nor flirting, nor anything but friends. But neither was it just for the pleasure, just a friends with benefits relationship that many would assume. No, Taehyung was teaching you for someone else.

It all started when you two were paired up for the horrid end-of-the-year-shitsignment, from what everyone called it, from Mr. Kim’s class in Engineering 160. It was a two-person project that basically was about 40% of the entire grade, for the class that was pivotal in your graduation credits for college. And to your best luck, you were paired up with Kim Taehyung, sex-on-legs, has-a-long-list-of-girls-he-fucked, fuckboy of the century. You’d avoided him and his friends like the plague during your first two years of college, holing yourself up in your room, determined to get perfect grades and graduate this horrible shit hole and move onto a better place like Google or something. 

But cue two weeks of being rude to him and assuming he was a good-for-nothing asshole, but then becoming surprised at how diligent he was and how okay of a friend and guy he was outside the public eye. And so after two more weeks of spending every waking moment together and an A+ later, you and Taehyung had forged some sort of friendship. 

One that wasn’t really typical. The perfect small-town girl with straight A’s ever since elementary school had become a sort of sidekick to the one guy on campus no girl could resist. But you stayed with him because you realized underneath the cockiness and the sex drive, was just a boy who was really kind and sort of funny at times. But also fucking smart, and after a few moments with him, he was quick to catch on to your little crush. 

“Oh my god, you’re in love with him?” He asked, looking up from his graph table to watch you staring off into the entrance where six boys were fooling around quite loudly. Laughing, he tipped back in his chair, drawing attention from the others in the library this late at night. 

“Shut up!” You hissed, throwing your pencil at him. 

“Wow! This is gold, the innocent virginity-on-two-legs is in love with Jeon Jeongguk, the guy on campus who’d fuck anything on two legs?!” At your glare, he held up two hands in defense, “And that’s coming from me, which says a lot about his sexcapades.” 

You roll your eyes and duck your head as you pretend to focus on the article about cloud software engineering. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you snap, “get back to your work, this project isn’t gonna do itself.” 

He smirks, setting his chair legs down with a bang. “Well said, my friend. Cause neither are you. Jeon Jeongguk only does girls who are, how do I say this, skilled in that department. So unless you find a way to do yourself, then I’d say forget about it.” 

“Agh, Kim Taehyung will you shut the fuck up and finish?” You hiss, unable to really say anything back. He was a really fun guy to be around until these moments where he started acting like his fuckboy friends. 

“That’s what she said.” He quipped before returning to drawing another model on the table. And you returned home that night, wondering if what he said was actually true and if you really didn’t have an inkling of a chance with Jeon Jeongguk unless you were laid. 

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that you were a virgin. You were a top student, only focusing on getting your grades perfect and your extracurriculars in top shape before coming to this really nice university, only to rinse and repeat. And now you were a junior, 21 years into your life and you could swear your crotch probably had cobwebs or something because you’ve never done anything sexual in your life. 

So it was the night after your professor returned your projects and you accepted the excited hug that Taehyung gave you and his invite to some celebratory drinks at the A+ grade you both received. 

Maybe it was after you got piss drunk and couldn’t really see where you were going and ended up crashing into an even drunker Jeongguk who mistook you as his girlfriend and kissed the heck out of you. Maybe it was the way his tongue moved against you and slipped past your lips as he pressed you against the wall set a fire in your stomach that you couldn’t quench. Maybe it was the way you stumbled into Taehyung, who was really warm and the shorts and t-shirt you had on wasn’t really doing much to keep you insulated in the air-conditioned frat house. 

But nonetheless, you murmured something into his ear that changed the course of your friendship forever. 

“Kim Taehyung, please teach me how to be good at sex.” You drawled into his ear. 

“What the fuck?” He exclaimed, grabbing you away from his body and looking down at your red cheeks and your dinky smile. “Are you okay? Y/N? Hello?” 

You shook him off, “I’m fine! I’m just asking you to please fuck me.” You reached for another cup of beer and he yanked it out of your reach. “Christ, Y/N, you’re fucking drunk as shit. Let’s get you home.” 

“No, Taehyung! I’m serious!” You whined, tipping over dangerously as he steadied you. “I don’t know who else I trust and who else to ask. Just, just please, help me cause I don’t know shit about anything and I just wanna date him and ‘m gonna die a virgin like you tease m’ about all the damn time ‘nd if this doesn’t happen then ‘m doomed.” You slur, before you completely grow limp in his arms and pass out. 

Gritting his jaw, he looks over into the living room, where he sees Jeon Jeongguk making out with his girlfriend of the week, who’s dressed quite similarly to you, and figures out by your smeared lip gloss what’s happened. Rolling his eyes, he leans down and grabs your back and legs, tucking you under his chin as he carries you upstairs into an empty room. He’d just explain to Seokjin later why he ended up sleeping in one of the spare frat rooms. 

But he tucked you in and laid next to you, promising himself he would just rest his eyes a little bit, but then all of a sudden he’s waking up the next morning, groggy and hungover as fuck, and you’re staring at him with determination. 

“I meant what I said last night, Taehyung.” 

Rubbing his face, he sighs. “Are you serious? Where did this come from? It’s not like you to ask me stuff like this. We’ve only been friends for what, two months?” 

You nod furiously, “I know. But I really trust you, because you’ve been nothing but kind and real with me. And I need someone like that to teach me, to tell me what to do better and let me know when I’m not doing something right.” 

When he doesn’t respond, a look of sheer determination comes over your features and Taehyung gawks as you whip off your shirt to reveal a cute little lace bralette that has his heart racing and his dick hardening even more. “Is it cause you don’t think I’m attractive?” Your lip trembles at his unreadable expression, and your expression falls as you slowly move to retrieve your discarded shirt. 

But he grabs your wrist with a growl and presses you into the sheets before the feeling of regret can wash over you and convince your mind that maybe this wasn’t a good idea, as he glares down at you. “No, Y/N, are you fucking kidding me? That’s not why.” 

“Then why won’t you take my virginity Taehyung?” You whisper up at him, still a bit hungover and still a bit nervous.

He groans at how soft your voice gets, the whisper doing horrible things to his morning hard-on. It also doesn’t help that you look absolutely breathtaking even in the morning and a raging hangover. 

“I-I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. You deserve more than me, you deserve a nice husband to put a ring on it first and then take your virginity, you deserve dates and flowers and shit like that. Shit I can’t do, won’t do, for anyone.” 

You mull his words over and shake your head. “That’s not what I’m asking for. I don’t care about all of that. You once told me every guy always wants to have a friend who he can have sex with, no strings attached? But then like the movies, someone always ends up messing up and falling?” He nods in response, confused at where you’re taking this. 

“Well, then here’s your opportunity. It’ll be give and take. You teach me how to be good at sex so I can finally date Jeongguk, and I can do my best to be a good fuck buddy. And you won’t have to worry about me catching feelings cause you’ll know the reason we started this in the first place.” 

And maybe Taehyung is still a little drunk from the night before, or maybe even a little lightheaded at the way you smell really really good even after becoming drunk enough to pass out. Maybe its the way he gets a little competitive, knowing that this is one of the few times, he gets to fuck a girl first before Jeon Jeongguk gets to her. And maybe your offer is a little too enticing for him after weeks of not being able to get some because of the stupid project. 

So he swoops down with a groan and presses his mouth to you, and although he doesn’t yet take your virginity that morning, he kisses and fingers you into your first orgasm, marking your deal with a silent promise. 

The overwhelming urge to orgasm draws you back into your thoughts and you breathe heavily as your back arches again and you try and twist your hips away from his mouth. But his large hand splays over your stomach, anchoring you to the bed and preventing you from doing anything but take the pleasure he’s giving you. 

You’re trembling and crying at this point, desperate to come, but afraid that if you do, he’ll prolong his so-called lesson into hours and hours of torture like that one time you were accidentally too loud and his roommate had caught on to your relationship. 

Taehyung notices the signs, your eyes screwing shut and your head tipped back in a silent cry, your fingers clenching and unclenching at the head of the bed, and your stomach muscles trembling at the onslaught of his tongue on your clit. He knows that if he flicks his fingers against your spot one time, presses the flat of his tongue against you roughly, you’ll be coming in no time. So he slows down, gives you a little bit of slack as the quick movements of his lips against your core detach and press against your thigh as he catches his own breath, smirking at the way you sigh in relief. 

The fingers inside of you slow down and just run lightly over your trembling pussy, applying enough pressure to keep you on edge, but retreating enough to give you a break. 

“Good job,” He murmurs as your trembles decrease into light shudders and your whimpers fade into rushed pants. Glancing at his watch, he presses a congratulatory kiss onto your engorged clit, ripping a surprised cry from your throat. “Congrats, you held your orgasm for ten minutes.” 

“Now let me show you how it’s really done.” 

He lowers himself and returns to your core with newfound intensity, pressing the flat of his tongue against you and his upper lip sucking against your clit in the process. His fingers enter you again, crooking upwards to find your spot and pressing against it in harmony with the movements of his tongue. 

In seconds, he draws you straight up to the edge again, minutes of endless teasing and edging has you as tight as a wire and your body is screaming for release. And Taehyung rewards just that. 

The heavy hand on your hip drops underneath your bum in a sign of approval for you to move, and your heels immediately dig into his back as you angle your hips up to his mouth in desperation to come. You can literally feel him smile against your core as he chuckles, the vibrations hurtling you straight up to the pinnacle. 

“Come, Y/N,” he grits against you and moves his tongue even faster against you and everything explodes as the orgasm you’d been chasing for the past half hour finally comes, and it doesn’t disappoint. 

Taehyung lets you grind against him as you come, your thighs shaking and your arms numb as they strain against the binds. It washes over you in intense waves, you body trembling as the muscles in your stomach relax, and as your back arches in the sheer pleasure coursing throughout your body. You’re moaning and sighing and you lose control of your volume as the best orgasm in your life is still overwhelming your senses. 

Taehyung moves his tongue against you when he notices you calming down from the orgasm, both hands firmly pressing down into your hipbones and rooting you to the bed as he continues his onslaught on your throbbing core. 

You literally scream, tears springing up at the overstimulation of your senses and your instinct is to cringe away from the overwhelming immediacy of his movements, but the lanky boy is surprisingly strong as he grunts against your squirming hips and anchors you even harder against the sheets. 

The pleasure begins to border on pain and the mixture has you biting your lip so hard it feels like it’s going to bleed and your fingernails pressing into your palms as you ball your fists in a haphazard effort to somehow escape the knots in the neckties. Only when you croak out, “T-too much! Too much! Taehyung, please! Too much!” He breaks away with a smirk, licking his lips with satisfaction and dotting kisses up your belly and up to your breasts with a satisfied groan. 

He kneels up between your legs and watches with growing arousal at the way you still tremble, your arms and legs twitching at the intensity of this lesson, torso dotted with his hickeys and wetness shining in between your thighs. Your dainty little wrists are red at the straining against the binds and he smirks as he thinks about how you were going to hide the marks from Jeongguk whenever you were taking your tests or writing down notes. 

Leaning up, he releases you from the binds, thanking his lucky stars that he, whilst complaining, had retained at least some useful information from the boy scouts on tying good knots. Except that probably wasn’t the whole point of the respected activity, but you know, whatever justifies the means. 

He licks his lips clean, and sucks on his digits as you open your eyes. He watches as your tired lids flutter at the erotic sight of him licking your wetness from his fingers and he takes the time to lick every single one of them clean before walking over to the restroom and grabbing a towel for you. 

He wipes you clean, gently enough to prevent you from cringing away from his touch, and makes sure you’re nice and comfortable before straightening up and moving to sit on the edge of the bed. He covers your body with his thin sheets, as he smirks down at you. “Now thats how you achieve an awesome orgasm. That’s what edging feels like.” 

“I fucking hate you, Taehyung,” you groan, wincing as you struggle to sit up. “That wasn’t only edging.” 

He laughs at your state and reaches over to help you sit up against his pillows. “Oh right, might’ve sprinkled in some overstim in there too, but who knows?” He gives you a cheeky shrug and dodges your kick. 

You glare at him, but it all fades into a laugh as you lean in for a quick kiss, pressing your lips against his as a thank you. You cradle his chin in your hand, stroking the soft skin there and coaxing his jaw to open as you lick at his lips. You tentatively prod your tongue at the seam of his lips, before retreating and nipping at his lower lip and pecking him, exactly how he’d taught you to make out. And Taehyung thinks about how damn good you’ve gotten at kissing compared to the first time you accidentally made him bleed, and despite a swell of pride welling up in his chest, he also feels a teensy bit regretful at teaching you so well, because the way you playfully and softly lick into his mouth has his dick straining against his jeans that he has to literally clench his fist to prevent himself from jumping you right then and there. 

 You take the way he opens his lips for you and lets you explore his mouth as a sign that he wants to continue. Because it was pretty obvious how much he wanted to release given that his pupils were blown out as if he was high and his dick was looking so uncomfortable against his tight jeans you almost felt a little bad for him, despite what he’d just done to you in his bed. 

But he pulls away from you with a tight smile, and grabs your wrist in his large hand as he leans away. You frown at him inquisitively, and he just responds, “You’re probably feeling a little too sore for that right now. You can just sleep for tonight, we can finish the other lessons later.” 

He makes a move to leave, patting himself on the back for being a gentleman for once in his life, but then your soft hand is curling around his bicep and pulling him onto the bed again. You smile up at him with a knowing grin, your skin absolutely gleaming in the post-orgasm bliss and as you sit up he can see that your nipples are hard again. 

“We had a deal, Taehyung. Give and take. You gave me the best orgasm of my life, let me help you with your little problem.” You tip your chin at his crotch, and a strangled unsuccessful attempt at a protest dies on his lips. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt and pressing him down into the sheets, you situate him up against the pillows and grab his hands. 

You lean down to distract him with your lips as you press them on either side of his head, anchoring him down. He protests as you kiss down his neck and pull his shirt off to attack his chest with little nips and hickeys, and you glare up at him, instructing, “Don’t move your hands, Taehyung, or I’ll make sure this is the last blowjob you’ll ever get.” 

He laughs at your attempt to be dominant because he knows at the end of all this, you’d rather have him above you and telling you what to do instead. But he leans back and closes his eyes as you softly smooth your way down his chest and towards his pants and pull them off, settling between his legs and nuzzling into his crotch so softly that a moan escapes his lips. 

“You think you’re the only one who can give? Hm, Taehyung?” You ask softly as your fingers dance over the his dick over the thin material of his boxers, blinking up at him innocently. 

He can’t respond because his head is spinning at the sight of you naked, kneeling between his legs and leaning your cheek on his thigh with a playful glint in your eye. At his silence, you continue. 

“Well, you’ve taught me well, because from now on, you’re gonna also have to learn how to take it from me.” 

And you pull his boxers down and envelop his length into your hot mouth and he lets out a strangled groan as he throws his head back into the pillows. 

Maybe he feels a little bit guilty for enjoying this, because that was definitely not what was supposed to be happening. Maybe he feels a little angry that you’ve gotten really good at this and soon it’ll all be ending and you’ll prance over to Jeon Jeongguk just so the little shit that Taehyung calls a friend will fuck you over just like he did all the other girls he played with. But as you grin around his length and your fingers reach up to intertwine with his in a mock attempt to calm him down, he indulges a little more. 

Because, what was the worst thing that could happen? It was give and take, after all. 

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Viktuuri AU (CHAPTER 1)

I couldn't help but tremble as I felt a tongue slide in circular motions on the tip of my dick. It was sobbing wet, actually my entire middle felt soaked. I felt hands, no, they weren't hands, they were soft like hands, but the nails were long and clawlike. They slid up and down my thighs, dragging their sharp ends softly, leaving a lingering sting. Every line the claws drew only made me harder, not only were they painful, they felt sensual almost. I felt the continuous waves of pleasure rush in as my entire dick slid deeply into what felt like a mouth, warm and wet. On the very end of my member, it felt like I was touching flesh, something like the back of a throat. I arched my back as a long, cold finger made its way into my backside, squeezing itself skillfully into me. The pressure in my hips throbbed, and all at once I exploded, feeling a sucking sensation, and lips closing around my tip as they popped off, as if someone had swallowed it entirely. *BEEP BEEP BEEP* My eyes opened wide, a stinging sensation on my bottom lids. For a few seconds, I laid there, half panting, sweat pouring off my forehead, an overwhelmingly refreshing feeling all over my body. What in the living hell kind of wet dream was that?! I sat up, and lifted the covers to check myself, and as predicted, my boxers were, although surprising, only a bit sticky and wet from sweat. Jesus... I hadn't had a wet dream so vivid like that in.... well ever. Not even in high school. I rubbed my eyes a bit, and decided to start getting ready to help mom in the restaurant today. It's been a little hard since I moved into the town instead of living above the bathhouse. Although it's been 3 years living in this small house, it was always a lot nicer waking up to the cherry blossom tree just outside my window. However, having my own space has been worth it. I take off my damp night clothes, and hop into the shower. I quickly get ready, and as I walk out my front door, I notice the moving truck and men carrying furniture into the house next door. They finally sold it huh? I guess I have a new neighbor. Looking at the kinds of furniture being brought in it's obvious this person is... rich? Well they sure know how make a statement. Those fucking couches look costlier than my entire salary. I scoff at the obviously expensive coffee table, and turn my head to ride my bike towards the ninja castle. *** "Oh, Yuuri!" I heard my mother yell from behind the kitchen counters. "Yeah mom?" "A new costumer walked in could you take care of that for me? He looks new." She hummed. "Yeah sure" I walked over to the shelves and got a pitcher of water, a pair of chopsticks, and an order booklet. As I made my way to the table our newest costumer was seated, I realized he was a foreigner. Not only foreign... but beautiful. In fact he was the most beautiful man I'd ever seen. He was pale, not a flaw on his snowy white skin, eyes bluer than the ocean view from our bathhouse. They seemed to have been starring off into the distance. The one thing I noticed first, was his silky silver hair, it looked almost like it was swaying like waves with each movement. Everything about him was perfect, looked perfect. But there was one tiny thing missing. There was no life in his eyes. As I walked closer and looked at them, it was apparent... they were empty. It may have looked like something had his attention, but those eyes were as blank as blank was. "Welcome to our bathhouse, would you like any appetizers? Saki perhaps?" I asked routinely, but in English just in case he was only a tourist. Just then, the beautiful foreigner turned his gaze towards me, and for just a second, if I had blinked I swear I would've missed it, but I saw it clear as day, the moment our eyes met, there was a glimmer, even a sparkle in his now again sad eyes. "Coffee" he muttered, his voice low, he answered in Japanese. He put down his menu, and again muttered, "what do you recommend?" I blushed, knowing exactly what I'd say. "T-the katsudon is really good-" "Oh yeah?" He cut me off. "Yeah... it's... my favorite actually." I blushed a little harder, but tried regaining my composure again and looking at the beautiful man sitting in front of me. He was looking up at me, eyes glistening and eagerly waiting for me to talk more. I gasped just a bit taken back by how different he looked now, how full his eyes looked while I spoke. I wondered what it even was that I said to make his expression change so much. He smiled gently, and tilted his head up at me, "then I'll have the katsudon please" he spoke cheerfully now. Whoa. As I took care of my other costumers, running back and forth from the kitchen, I watched as the flawlessly handsome man quietly ate and seemed to enjoy his food, engaging in small talk with me every time I passed by his table. Eventually, there came a point where I came back out to serve, and he was gone. I felt some sort of disappointment I didn't get to say bye. *** I stretched as far as my arms and legs would let me, kissed my mother's cheek, said my goodbyes to dad and hopped on my bike for the 25 minute ride to home. I was exhausted, actually, it had been an unusually busy day. I looked down at my watch, and realized it wouldn't hurt to take a nap at 3 in the afternoon. As I arrived home, I realized the moving trucks were gone. I felt a bit relieved, I didn't have to stare in envy at their nice things from my front yard. As I walked up onto my steps, I heard a door open in the distance. I turned my head in the direction of the noise, and almost fell back as I watched my new neighbor walk out onto his front porch. His light hair shining in the afternoon sunlight, he turned his head towards me, a blushing, shocked mess. He cocked his head to the side, and grinned. "Bathhouse boy?" He chimed. "Uh.." "Haha, looks like we're neighbors?" "..." I can feel my face getting hot. "Well... I guess since I'm the one moving in, I should probably introduce myself? I'm Viktor!" His voice was light and cheery, and he gave me an even cheerier heart- shaped smile. "I-I'm Yuuri..." I choked out. Just then, a pretty big poodle happily ran outside, tongue and slobber flying through the air as he hopped all over the front lawn. As I stood there, the dog began skipping towards me, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited and just as eager to run towards him as well to pet his fluffy brown curls. As he jumped up onto my chest, I couldn't help but laugh and feel utter joy as he licked my face. I fucking love dogs. "Ha! Makkachin likes you too!" He chimed. Too? I flashed viktor a small smile, as nervous as it made me, and he returned an even gentler one in my direction. This guy is my new rich neighbor?. *** As I turned off my tv and got ready for bed, I decided not to wear boxers. I just wanted to be extra cautious. As I began drifting off into sleep, I felt those familiar claws start to drag across the most sensitive areas on my middle and thighs. I wasn't fully asleep yet however, but I sprang up as soon as I saw the dark, hovering figure on top of my waist. It jumped back, and quickly made its way to the window, disappearing in an instant. I couldn't see any definable features, but I sat there, confused as ever. The first thing I did was hop out of bed to close my window. I was now seated in front of my laptop, typing in the word "succubus" into the google search bar.

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RELEASE BLITZ Title: The Billionaire’s Claim: Obsession Series: The Billionaire’s Claim #1 Author: Nadia Lee Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: April 26, 2018

BLURB

DOMINIC

Elizabeth Pryce-Reed.

An angel. A virgin. My first love.

I fell for her hard and fast ten years ago...and paid the price on a night of shattering betrayal.

So I built a billion-dollar empire out of vengeance...

And now I'm coming for her.

ELIZABETH

Dominic King.

A maverick. A self-made billionaire. My soul mate.

Ten years ago, he shredded my heart, even as he vowed he'd take what matters most to me.

I know he's coming, and I welcome it. I need closure for what happened that night.

But the more time I spend with him, the more I wonder...

Can I ever move on...?

Note: This is the first book in The Billionaire's Claim duet.

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EXCERPTS

#1

"Do you really go by Elizabeth with everyone?" I ask, enjoying the smooth taste of the vodka. "No nickname?"

"Yeah. Everyone calls me that, except this one cousin who calls me Eliza. I think he felt rebellious when he was younger, you know? And it stuck. With him, anyway."

She's probably wrong about her cousin. Elizabeth is too formal a name for this woman. She's too vivacious, too open and too sexy. She needs a shorter, snappier name.

"But..." She knocks back the second shot of vodka. "You can call me Liza. Nobody calls me that, and I think it suits me better than Elizabeth or Eliza, don't you?"

I nod, ridiculously pleased I'm going to get my own name for her.

"So what's your name?" she asks.

"Dominic."

"Nice. I like it." She smiles and runs a fingertip along my lips as she leans forward. "Can I call you something else, though?"

I feel the touch like an electric shock. My heart thuds. "Like what?"

"Mine."

#2

I lose the track of my friends' conversation as the fine hair at my nape bristles -- not unpleasantly -- and my gaze lands on the sole bartender on the other side of the counter.

Everything fades away except him.

I've met handsome men, hot men, aristocratic men, charming men on both sides of the Atlantic. My family alone has four brothers and four cousins who make women stupid with their looks. Having grown up around such male beauty, I've always considered myself immune -- able to appreciate it without turning into some kind of infatuated drooler.

But the bartender...

Everything about him is absurd.

The absurd perfection of his bone structure. The absurd blue of his eyes. The absurd firmness of his lips. The absurd muscularity of his big, strong body.

When our gazes collide, I feel like every cell in my body is waking up after a lifetime of slumber. My heart beats a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Blood flows a little quicker, a little hotter.

Is this sexual attraction?

I shake my head inwardly. I've felt attraction to guys before. But nothing like this. This man shines like a brilliant gemstone, like the heavens opened up and a halo appeared around him.

Then I remember what Grandpa used to say.

"When I first met your grandmother, I knew she was the one."

"How?" I asked. An exceptional artist, Grandpa has a propensity for exaggeration and dramatic flair.

"Because she made me forget where I was. Every time I laid eyes on her, nothing else mattered. Colors were brighter, food tasted better, and the air felt cleaner. All because I met her."

I laughed. "That's just infatuation, Grandpa."

He shook his head. "No, no, my little angel. It's called love. My soul recognized hers."

I tried not to laugh at such a ridiculous story. On the other hand, Grandpa's first marriage lasted until the death of his wife in a sailing accident. And by all accounts, they adored each other.

Suddenly Vanessa taps my elbow. "Earth to Elizabeth. Come on." She tilts her shiny red head toward the bar. "We're sitting at the counter."

Apparently the decision has been made. "Okay." I park my butt across from the bartender, Grandpa's words about soul mates circling in my head.

Because if this bartender's mine, he's popped up at the most inconvenient time and the most inconvenient location.

#3

I cut and toast the bagels, Liza's first. After spreading a generous amount of cream cheese, Liza takes a big bite, then moans around the food.

The satisfied sound causes my dick to swell as though we didn't roll around in bed for hours last night.

Five orgasms -- a new record.

Right now, my half-hard cock says we should go for six.

She swallows. "I haven't had a good bagel since I came home."

"How come?" I want her fed before seducing her again.

"Mom's not a fan of carbs." Exasperation crosses her face. "She thinks they'll make me blow up."

"Pssh." Liza is model slim with curves in all the right places. Her mother's gotta be crazy to think she needs to watch her diet. "Eat what you like."

Liza polishes off the last bite. "Seriously? You aren't going to scream and run the other way if I blow up like..." She spreads her arms, elbows straight.

"More of you to kiss and lick."

Her eyes sparkle. "That's nice. And such a smooth line."

"It's not a line."

And it's actually not. I mean it. I've had beautiful girls, awkward girls, confident girls, bratty girls, sweet girls, but none of them measure up to Liza. She has the power to make all other women fade away, and it has nothing to do with her weight or appearance. It's something as fundamental and innate as the air we share.

If I were the woo-woo type, I would say it's her soul.

Liza looks away for a moment, biting into her lip. There's a fleeting sadness in her that comes and goes, and I don't like it. I raise a hand, trace the curve of her cheekbone with my thumb and then, very carefully, cradle her face. She places a hand over mine, her eyes fluttering closed. She looks so vulnerable, so lovely.

Before I can pull her in for a kiss, she takes a deep breath and gives me a smile brilliant enough to make the gears my head stutter. "I'll hold you to that."

#4

Elizabeth reaches over and runs her fingers along my thigh. Her scent -- vanilla and lavender -- tickles my nose. An electric charge sizzles at the base of my spine, and heated blood pumps hard through my veins. "You going to start the car or what?" She smiles, her cheeks flushed.

Logic and good intentions grow fuzzy. I don't hook up with women I meet at the bar. I want to set a good example for my baby sister so she knows to look for a guy who'll take her seriously and treat her well. And I'm usually just too busy with life -- college courses, taking care of my sister and working two jobs.

But with Elizabeth, none of that matters. The only thing is her being with me...and the undercurrent of instinctive knowledge that if I end this now, she's going to slip away, never to be seen again.

My mouth dry, I speed toward my place, half an hour from the bar. I don't run any red lights, but it's pretty close a couple of times.

She laughs softly. "Love it that you're impatient."

"Do you?"

"You want me."

"What man wouldn't?"

She grows wistful. "Not everyone wants me."

"You've been with the wrong men."

She opens her mouth, then instead of saying anything, drags her teeth along her lower lip.

#5

"Don't cry." Dominic's thumb brushes away tears I didn't realize I'd shed, and I look at him. My heart is breaking again. I miss this touch... The tenderness, the caring.

I close my eyes, overwhelmed by old grief and the need for any scrap of affection. Nobody knows me the way Dominic does. Nobody ever had my love like he did.

He used to be the center of my universe. The whole celestial vault -- it was all him. I should've kidnapped him, just dragged him away by his hair, using whatever means necessary. Then I'd still have the sun, the moon and the stars.

Except I know it was the right thing for him to stay. Running away with me wouldn't have given him what he needed to fulfill his dream, give him the life he imagined.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum. My heart beats, the throb so hard and painful I can feel it all the way to my fingertips. My eyelids lower. That way I don't have to see the hate and disgust in his eyes...but can still bask in the heat from his body, smell the malt, spices and soap on him.

Then I feel it -- his lips on mine. My mind is so sluggish I don't even know who started the kiss, but I don't care.

The touch is tentative at first, more of a stolen breath...barely there. I hold myself as still as possible, afraid he's going to pull away.

His lips continue to move over mine, feather soft and sweet -- like he's afraid to spook me. The heat from his mouth slowly warms my lips, and I tremble as the rest of my body starts to thaw, my senses spinning.

"Breathe, Elizabeth," he whispers against a corner of my mouth, still using only his lips to tease me.

Only then do I realize I've been holding my breath. I inhale shakily, and he runs his tongue along my lower lip.

A tide of longing spreads through me. My fingers fist around his shirt, pulling him closer. I part my lips, stroke his tongue with mine. He boldly slides his tongue in, and a hot bolt of lust crackles through me, chasing away the chill and ugly memories. I suck on his tongue, desperately wanting to cling to the hot need and sense of safety.

This is probably just temporary, and might just be sex, but I want it. My starving body wants it.

#6

Dominic lavishes the same tender care to my other breast, as though he wants to make all my hurt go away. A cold sliver of guilt pierces the haze of pleasure.

You don't deserve this.

And I don't. I don't deserve to have him worship my body like he used to. I don't deserve any of this comfort, this warmth, this tenderness. I'm being selfish, using him to salve my old wound.

His lips leave a hot trail, tickling my navel and kissing my belly. Slowly he pulls my bikini bottom down my legs...and off. I feel his heated breath over my inner thighs, his lips traveling from my knee to my slick core.

And I know what he's about to do. He always loved to drive me crazy with his mouth between my legs. And suddenly, I don't want that -- I can't have that.

"Make it hurt," I say, my voice breaking.

He pauses, raising his head. "What?"

"Make me hurt. Please."

His thumb brushing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, he looks into my eyes. His pupils are so dark and intense, I feel like I'm being stripped layer by layer, revealing how little I have now. Because I have nothing -- no heart, no soul.

What I have is a mask that I've perfected over the years. I know I look like a woman with a big heart and gentle soul when I put it on, even though it doesn't fool Dominic. He can see what's underneath.

AUTHOR BIO

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nadia Lee writes sexy, emotional contemporary romance. Born with a love for excellent food, travel and adventure, she has lived in four different countries, kissed stingrays, been bitten by a shark, ridden an elephant and petted tigers.

Currently, she shares a condo overlooking a small river and sakura trees in Japan with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, she can be found reading books by her favorite authors or planning another trip.

Stay in touch with her via her website, http://www.nadialee.net, or her blog http://www.nadialee.net/blog

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#TMIishTuesday #49 - Am I gay because of...

Hey, Announcement before we start: I've posted dozens of #TMIishTuesday's already - as you can tell by the number above. And I realised, pretty much all of them fall into two categories: - LGBTQ+ and - society/language. And I also think that these two topics are actually targeted at quite a different audience. So I thought, I'd try to organise this blog a little better so you know when to get here for your favorite topic. Here's how: This week, and every second Tuesday of the month from now on, I'll post on LGBTQ+ related topics. So, if you don't want to miss them, mark 14 March, 11 April, and 9 May in your agenda already. However, if you're here for language and society topics: Mark each last Tuesday of the month: 28 February, 28 March, and 25 April are what you should be looking for. The other two or three Tuesdays there'll be topics related to other things. However, if I just posted on languages and next day the Trumpet's government announces it was to prohibit the use of the English language anywhere in world but the U. S., I might slide in an extra language post as the next one. :D I hope this way you know what to expect a little better and know when it's really worth checking this page, if you're only interested in one topic. And now… Enjoy this month's LGBTQ+ related post: "Am I gay because of…?"

Hey there mighty people of the internet! And welcome to issue #49 of #TMIishTuesday - my weekly Tumblr post about what goes through my weird mind and what you guys want to know more about. It can be something very personal, it can be something political, it can be completely pointless - but in 99.9 % of the cases, it involves opinions. And mine as well. // Last week I told you about my favorite album at the moment: Troye Sivan's Blue Neighbourhood which was actually released more than a year ago. Here's why I find it so cool all of a sudden. // Following the rooster I mentioned in the foreword, this post is regarded as "LGBTQ+", but it certainly touches on other topics as well: Society, language, and more. And to be quite honest, I probably would have put it into the "society and language" category, if it wasn't that most LGBTQ+ topics in my list are based around sources on the internet, like articles of newspapers or magazines. But I have a spare hour at my parents at the moment - and their telephone and internet provider fails to execute its most crucial option: Provide telephone and internet. :D So… I'm tugging this topic in. This topic was actually inspired by questions asked on a German forum called "gutefrage.net" where you can get advice by other users on virtually any topic: Computer stuff, visa stuff, school problems, sexuality questions, and I'm convinced there'll be a section for make-up as well. If you google a question in German, chances are that one of the first hits will be a user of gutefrage.net asking your exact question, or a very similar one. That's also how I initially found the forum. And after I had read up on cooking skills - or whatever it was - I just clicked around a little more. And I came across the "gay" tag where people ask questions about their sexuality. And I was like: Maybe I could help some of those people. So I made an account - and every now and then, I'll browse the "gay" tag trying to help the people on there. As I expected, most of them are teens. And since I'm browsing the "gay" tag, most are male as well. And I found that some questions are quite amusing actually. Obviously there are those really deep-cutting problems with teens struggling with either their sexuality or coming out - who I happily help. But some… Man! People's minds can get so creative! I see SO many questions along the lines of: “I'm shy/dressing slightly different than others/young/old/have a smaller dick than others - does that make me gay?" I mean, I kinda get those people who ask questions like "I accidently touched a friend's dick. I think I'm gay now?". On the one hand, if you think about it, it's quite irrational. But on the other hand: If - like in most of Germany - students don't learn about the different sexualities at school until they are 14, 15 (if at all!), it's only natural that our internet-exposed 12- or 13-year-olds ask such questions. They just don't know. (And thanks to society and the use of "gay" as an insult, they are scared of being gay.) But let's get back to the totally strange questions that I find every other day on the forum. These just don't make any sense! Examples? Here you go:

1) "Is it gay when guys listen to Beyoncé songs?" Yeah, totally! Right? Music totally defines your sexuality! Right? If you're a guy and like a song that features a female singer, you're gay! The same goes for a girl who likes songs sung by guys! Oh, and if you like a duet featuring a guy and a girl, you're bi! Right? I don't have to elaborate on this one, do I?

2) "Am I gay just because I have a diamond tattoo behind my ear?" Yeah, totally! If you get a diamond tattooed that's so gay! You should have gotten a gold ingot instead! And why did you pick a spot behind your ear!? You should have gotten it on your back! Like a man! Excuse me? Get whatever tattoo you like on whatever part of your body you like. Okay, maybe don't go all the way IN. That's just dangerous. But for the rest - why not get a diamond behind your ear or a tiny pink bird on your forearm?

3) "Is it gay to dye your hair?" Yeah, totally! Only homosexual people dye their hair! See, I've been debating doing it for years now. And I might talk to my hair dresser about it this upcoming weekend actually. Oh, and my Mum dyes her hair as well to prevent the grey from showing. Oh, wait. My mum still lives with my father. Almost 26 years after having me. And she has been dyeing her hair for a good 5 years now. Why hasn't she turned lesbian, yet? Erm… I'm afraid our oh-so-promising hypothesis didn't pass the practice test again. Shit! Why is that!? Okay, and to finish this off, let me show you two more examples off the same site. The first one is a very bad troll who didn't even bother to get creative creating multiple accounts.

Mr. "Am I gay please help me maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan?"  And he says: "I m/15 think that I am gay cause I accidently touched ONE friend's dick. Please help me!" I mean, poor guy! It's so easy to change your sexuality by just a slip of your hand. Damn, THAT must suck! But I didn't even have to intervene in the original post cause this happened. Note the usernames:

Let’s start with the post 25 mins ago: "I mean just because you touched his dick doesn't mean you're gay, but you grabbed it and I have to say you're doing a good job :3" 1. The start looks quite good tbh. It only gets bad after the comma. 2. The username 3. In the question it doesn't say he grabbed it. And then he replied again: "Yeah, man, you're gay …But that's okay , I'll suck you for 5 euros :)" Erm… Total troll!? :P To finish this off, let's have a laugh at a guy who totally nailed his answer to a guy who asked: "Which optical indications are there that you are gay?"

That guy replied: "At your wrist are clearly visible lines that cross diagonally to your arm (only those count that go from left to right). Their number tells you which kind of person you are dealing with: Homosexuals have two lines; if you are a pedophile, there's one; and there are three, when you're intellectual gifted. If you have a few interrupted ones, you can tell by their amount, distance, and length how often the person had sex." This guy is bloody brilliant!! …and I think that's a good one to finish off this post. Before I go, though, let me know what you thought of this post. What's the most stupid question you ever asked? Place a comment, tweet me, dm me, or do anything else you can think of to get to me. Talking about brilliant stuff: Today’s TMIish Queer Shoutout (let's get rid of the TMIish. That's just too long of a title!) is a film again. Moonlight, an American drama from last year. I don't watch films to easily, but after Ash Hardell talked about it in one of her videos, the plot just got to me and I had to watch it. It tells the story of Chiron, a shy kid who is picked on during school and whose single mother barely devotes time to him. He gets to know Juan, a drug dealer in his 40s or 50s. I won't spoil too much here cause the story is really well thought-through. Only that much: Chiron has to face some more challenges growing up and he eventually struggles with all the problems that arise in the typical ghetto-kind of neighbourhood - and gets to know his sexuality which will play a role later in the film as well. The film is split into three spans of Chiron's life: The small school kid Chiron, the high school kid Chiron (who is still bullied), and the grown-up Chiron who has moved out and lives his own life. As you can tell the gay theme only plays a minor part in this movie, so I can recommend this film to anyone without hesitation. So, if you have a spare two hours this week, find it online somewhere, go ahead and watch it! (Or, if you live in Germany: Wait until 9 March. It's supposed to hit the cinemas then. Might even watch it again then.) As always: Next #TMIishTuesday next Tuesday. If you have any questions in the meantime, just ask away. Whatever you’re curious about - I don’t bite. :) Until then: Stay mighty! Linkage: - gutefrage.net: www.gutefrage.net - Ash Hardell: www.youtube.com/HeyThere005

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