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sister-lucifer · 10 months ago

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Genre: Fluff, not explicitly romantic

Summary: It’s been raining all day, and you and Tim are stuck inside the cabin together. You can’t sleep because of the thunder, and decide to see if Tim can help you out.

Content/Warnings: Gender neutral reader, brief mentions of alcohol, uh…if you can think of anything else let me know! This is pretty damn soft, but actually not explicitly romantic.

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You don’t really notice the sound of the rain against the windows anymore. It’s been raining nonstop since, what, 7 AM this morning? Its not quite storming, at least not yet, but everything is soaked, and you can hardly even walk out onto the patio without your shoes filling with water. It’s dreary, sure, but not exactly unpleasant. It’s a good day to stay in, that’s all.

You shift your sitting position a bit, wrapping one of the woven blankets from the back of the couch around your shoulders as you gaze out the window. You’re not really expecting to see anything, it’s just trees and trees for miles around, but you always seem to find yourself gazing out into the endless pines. You only turn away when you hear Tim sit down in the recliner, sighing lazily as he puts his feet up. This is a sight you’ve seen many times: A few strands of hair falling between his eyes, an old flannel half unbuttoned over a stained white tank, a beer can in one hand and a nearly finished cigarette in the other. It’s practically Tim’s natural state.

He takes one last drag from his cigarette before snuffing it out in the ash tray he keeps on the end table, chasing the smoke with a sip of his beer before that, too, is set aside. He glances out the window, whistling softly.

“Ain’t nobody goin’ out in that weather,” He drawls, “Nobody with half a mind, anyhow.”

You nod in agreement, taking a little sip of your hot cocoa. It’s a wonderful way to keep warm in this homely old cabin.

You glance over at Tim, who is now absentmindedly flipping through TV channels. He’s probably looking for sports or Storage Wars or something, you think. Some old man show you’ll never find interest in.

As you look at him a bit longer, just spacing out a bit with your eyes on his face, your mind meanders back to before you two were this comfortable with each other. It feels weird to think about that now, though. You couldn’t imagine being in that place again.

Tim’s told you before that you reminded him of himself when he was a younger, when he was ‘new and green’ as he’d say. You were a wide eyed, scared kid, just like he was. You deserved to be living in a dorm somewhere, getting shitfaced at college parties and making choices you’ll regret the next morning but laugh at for years, not to be forced to cope with this reality. No one deserves it, really, to wake up in an unfamiliar place surrounded only by endless woods, no one and nothing around to help you and your body aching all over with injuries you don’t recall getting.

He knows that feeling.

He’s never felt worse. Neither have you. It’s hard to get worse than that, really.

You were still a bit dazed when he first helped you back to his cabin, but something about the worn walls and cozy, lived-in feeling of the old rugs and antique furniture told you you were safe, at least for now. You were out the second your head hit the pillow. You slept for nearly two days straight. You really needed it.

Since then you’ve been a permanent fixture in Tim’s life. You don’t really leave the cabin, and you’ve never left alone. Tim says it’s just until you can find a job and a place of your own, but he doesn’t seem to be in any rush to kick you out. You’re thankful for that, of course, but you can’t help but smile every time he insists that this is only a temporary situation, that if you don’t get off your ass he’ll quite literally throw you to the wolves, but he always smiles too. You’re definitely on the same page, and the headline says you’re not going anywhere.

The rainy day melts into a rainy afternoon, then an evening, then a quiet night. The rain has slowed down a bit, but now the thunder has rolled in, and every ten or fifteen seconds or so you can hear it clapping loudly overhead. The sound is a bit more…penetrating than usual, a bit more raucous, and far more bothersome. You’re not sure why. The only thing you are sure of is that your once comforting outdoor ambience is really ticking you off.

You sit up with a yawn, glancing at the clock and groaning with annoyance when you see it’s already passed 2:00 AM. Damn, you’ve been lying here a while, and still no luck getting to sleep.

The thunder crashes outside once more, making you roll your eyes. It’s mocking you, you think, poking and prodding in an attempt to get a reaction. You simply sit there for a few moments, debating turning your TV on or reading a book to tire yourself a bit more, but neither of those are particularly attractive options at the moment. You bring your knees up and rest your head on them, half lidded eyes lazily wandering around your dark room. It looks the same as usual, no surprise there, but when you look down the hallway you notice that Tim’s door is cracked open.

Hm. Odd. He never leaves it open. Must’ve stumbled off to bed and failed to realize he didn’t close it all the way.

It’s not a big deal at all, really, but the light of his TV leaking out through the cracked door paired with the noise of the thunder gives you an idea.

You slowly slip out of bed, cringing a bit when your feet hit the cold wood. You’re as quiet as you can be, avoiding all the floorboards you know will squeak. There’s really no point, Tim sleeps like a rock most nights, especially if he’s been drinking, but you figure you’re better off safe than sorry.

You make your way to his door, pushing it open just a bit to peek inside. You wince when the door creaks unbearably loudly, but Tim doesn’t move a muscle. He’s sprawled out like a starfish on his bed, limbs in all directions and his single blanket only half covering his body. He looks foolish, but in a charming sort of way. He’s even snoring a bit.

You cautiously make your way to his bedside, watching him for any sign of consciousness. You don’t want to startle him. Even if he didn’t mean to, he could really hurt you if he thought you were a threat, though at the moment he’s not very intimidating. His sweatpants are ratty, there’s no hiding his dad bod in that old sports tee, and his face is illuminated by the cheesy sitcom he left on; not exactly the pinnacle of danger.

You step up to his bed, debating what to do. You should wake him gently, it reduces the risk of injury, but how do you gently wake someone who could sleep through an aerial assault?

“…Pssst, Tim?” You whisper, but get no response. You repeat yourself, a bit louder this time.

“Tim, wake up.”

He stirs a bit, but all you get is a groan and a minute twitch of his eye. Dammit.

You sigh and roll your eyes with annoyance, reaching out to softly shake his shoulder.

“Tim, it’s me. Wake up.”

He lazily swats your hand away, groaning again and mumbling a reply without even opening his eyes.

“Whaddya want, kid…?” He asks, practically chewing his words.

“I can’t sleep,” You respond simply, giving a little shrug. Tim is not amused at this answer.

“And why does this have to involve me?” He huffs, glancing at you for a moment before his eyes close again. He turns onto his side towards you, yawning as he tries to pull his blanket back up.

You don’t really have an answer to that one. Why did you feel the need to come in here and wake Tim up? It’s not like he controls the thunder. It’s not like he controls your inability to sleep…

…But maybe he can help.

“I can’t sleep,” You explain, trying to figure out how to word your request without sounding stupid, “The thunder is too loud. I thought maybe I could…you know…”

Tim’s eyes finally open, for real. He raises a brow at you, and for a moment you fear you’ve overstepped, but his expression shifts to tired once more as he turns onto his back again.

“Kid,” He mutters, clearly annoyed but trying to be gentle, “If you’re old enough to share a beer with me, you are definitely too damn old to be running into my bed ‘cause you’re scared of a li’l thunder.”

“I’m not scared,” You quickly protest, “It’s just too loud for me to sleep. I didn’t know what else to do, I just thought…”

You trail off. You’re not really sure what you thought.

“…Never mind.”

You turn to walk away, hoping he’ll be too tired to remember this in the morning. You’re in the doorway when his gruff voice stops you.

“Wait, wait,” He drawls, sleepily waving you over without moving from where he’s lying, “Get back here, I ain’t chasin’ ya off…”

You pause at that, then slowly walk back to his bed. He’s silent, and for a few moments unmoving, but then he scoots over a bit, patting the bed next to him.

“C’mon.”

You sigh in relief, happy to see Tim responding at least somewhat positively. You climb into bed next to him, though you’re careful not to get too close to him. You and Tim don’t really do physical contact beyond a high five for a job well done.

That’s what makes it all the more surprising when he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side but making sure to be gentle, giving you ample opportunity to pull away if you need to. You don’t.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, keeping his eyes closed and his face towards the ceiling, his free hand idly resting over his stomach.

“…You ain’t too scared, are ya?” He drawls. You’re confused for a moment, but then the thunder sounds again and you realize what he means. You hadn’t even noticed the thunder since you walked in. It was nice.

“No, I’m fine, really,” You insist, “I’m not scared, it’s just hard to sleep with the noise. It’s more annoying than anything else.”

He gives a grunt of acknowledgment.

“You get on to sleep, then. Ain’t no reason for you to be tired tomorrow.”

You nod, moving a bit closer to him. He, in turn, wraps him arm a bit tighter around you. It feels…nice. Foreign, yes, but far from unpleasant. He smells like pine trees and faded Old Spice cologne.

You yawn softly, pulling the blanket up over the two of you as you get comfortable. A comfortable silence settles over you both as the sound of the thunder mixed with the blurry noise of the TV. You’re the first to break it, a question falling from your lips before you can really think of stopping it.

“…You were worried I was afraid?”

Tim shrugs, scratching at his stubble as he answers.

“I mean, I guess…I just wanted to make sure, ya know? Make sure you didn’t need me to do nothing to make you feel better…”

That makes you smile.

“Didn’t think you’d care that much…” You murmur with a hint of a giggle.

“Don’t be stupid,” Tim quickly snaps, “Course I care. I care about you. Ain’t no way for me not to. I’ve cared about you since the second I took you in. You’re not that young, I know, but back then you were just a kid to me. You’ve matured since then, yeah, but I’ll never forget the way you looked when I found you wandering the trail that day…”

“Yeah, yeah, and you remember when I was three apples tall, I get it,” You tease with a playful laugh. Tim can’t help but chuckle, giving you a little squeeze.

“Can it, ya little shit. You know what I’m sayin’. I knew what I was doin’ when I let you into my home, I wouldn’t have done that if I didn’t care.”

He’s got a point there. Most of the time Tim’s number one priority is self preservation. He rarely goes out of his way to do anything that doesn’t directly benefit him. He must’ve seen something in you absolutely worth the trouble. What exactly it is you’ll never know, but you’re certainly happy with where it’s gotten you.

You turn to him a bit, giving him a tired smile. He turns to you as though he can sense your stare, cracking open one eye to return your smile before laying his head back again.

“Alright, alright, ‘nuff yammerin’. Go to sleep,” He orders, reaching over to ruffle your hair before his hand rests back on his stomach. He never was good at being strict.

You stretch a bit before settling into your spot, getting as comfortable as you can so that you won’t have to shift around and risk bothering or waking up Tim later on. He hasn’t moved a muscle, his breathing already slowed and all of his muscles relaxed for once. It’s an odd sight, really. Usually he’s always holding some tension in his brow or jaw or shoulders, but he’s completely relaxed now, as are you. You finally feel like you could fall asleep.

“Night,” You mutter, your eyes fluttering shut. The last thing you hear before you fall asleep is Tim’s southern drawl ringing in your ears.

“Sweet dreams, kid.”

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the-sweet-abyss · 3 months ago

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Hey! I'm Alex or Alexander but you can call me whatever you'd like, the sweeter the better ^^

I'm trans FTM, 20 years old, gay and T4T but not exclusively, on T, top surgery but no bottom surgery. I'm 100% a bottom and a brat (if i want to be) <3

I'll use this account for my little fantasies and to horny post when the T is doing its job yet again. I'm very much into blasphemy as a kink, I'm a theistic Satanist myself but used to be a good little christian.

⛧ Teeny tiny idea: You fuck me silly on top of an altar below the cross while we praise Satan together with our shared orgasms in his unholy name :)

⛧ Hashtags:

#my-asks🧸 for all the asks i answered

Asks are always appreciated! DMs are closed. Make me blush, tame me, make me hard, be horny, I dare you pretty boys ♡

Kinks and Limits & DNI below!

⫘⫘ Kinks ⫘⫘

Praise

Degradation

Hierophilia (satanic or christian settings, people and objects)

BDSM

Size difference

Puppy play (only online though)

Monster fucking & anything involving demons/angels

Free to use

Anal

Gloves & Masks

Belly bulges

Deepthroat & Face fucking

Threesomes & Orgies

Orgasm control/denial, edging

Overstim

Cockwarming

Sensory deprivation

Marking (scratching, biting etc.)

I'm not that much into breeding as a kink but i have no problem if you are! It's not considered a limit, but anything involving actual pregnancy is.

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Age play

MISGENDERING/DETRANS satan below, please do not interact with me.

Beastiality

Gore, Scat, Vomit

Feederism

Pregnancy kink

Incest

Necrophilia

Feet

⫘⫘ Dni ⫘⫘

⛧ If you're a christian and have anything against satanists or my stated kink. Any serious "God loves you/you're going to hell" stuff and similar will be blocked

⛧ If you're under 18 years old

⛧ If you're a cishet man

⛧ If you're a Racist, Homophobe, Transphobe, Pedophile, Zoophile, Chaser or someone who disrespects religions, no, this is not a safe space for you.

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gockruler · 4 months ago

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arent u guys embarrassed posting this shit on main

After taking a look at your profile it seems this is a genuine comment rather than someone trying to engage in kink space, so I'll give a genuine response here. Note that I probably won't do this for every hate comment that pops up. Please note that in my blog description I have described this blog as a fantasy blog. This is also stated in my pinned intro post. This is a space to engage in fantasies with CONSENTING adults. A lot of people have fantasies of being taken advantage of for whatever reason. The one I hear most often is as a trauma response. As a matter of fact I'm a victim of rape and SA and have been my whole life. I often have fantasies of being raped and abused by other people. They're actually the majority of my fantasies believe it or not. I am however something of a service top. It feels unfair of me to ask for other people's efforts to roleplay these scenarios with me without giving anything back. This blog is my attempt to give back. When an anon walks in here there is an expectation that they are doing so in a horny way, to engage in the kink. In my DMs with others a safe word is established so they can move out of kink convo whenever they wish. These are also fantasies I engage in through text only. I could never be comfortable roleplaying cnc with someone irl because there are too many opportunities for something to go wrong. And anyone who truly believes people deserve to be actually raped are not welcome here. And before you tell me I should be in therapy I would like to confirm that not only am I but my kinks are discussed. I THINK that's everything I wanted to say but I'm probably forgetting something lol.

#ooc #ooc post #out of character.#tw rap3 #tw sa mention #also notice a lot of your hate blogs say that transmasc people don't have fantasies of raping gay men to love pussy #to that i say you're just not looking in the right places #or ignoring it

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badaziraphaletakes · 3 months ago

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I accept that you likely won't take this well, but I would carefully suggest that you take a step back, and recognize that not every post is serious, and not every opinion is intended to harm you. You are going to see stuff that hurts you, and you are going to see stuff that you disagree with (I do too!), and it is important to learn how to accept that everyone comes from their own place and are going to have their own backgrounds and traumas and opinions. You are allowed to have your opinion too! But you usually come across (unintentionally or not) as attacking the poster, not their opinion, and you really have no idea who they are or where they are coming from, or what trauma they are dealing with (and I am not trying to make you feel bad here!). No, you've never disagreed with one of my posts, we don't follow each other, I'm not personally hurt (and I often agree with your opinions, I think Aziraphale didn't have a choice, he was doing everything he could to protect Crowley, he is not the villain here - and neither are you!) - I just think there are a lot of bad things in the world, and I would offer a gentle constructive criticism that you can do a better job of refuting negative opinions of Aziraphale without causing more harm or hurt feelings (and I know you're not the only one, but it's the whole point of your blog). This fandom is fading (but will hopefully come back with S3), so can't we all be just a bit nicer to each other?

✅ "You likely won't take this well"

✅ Confusing calling out bigotry with “attacking people”

✅ And then not pointing to any specific examples

✅ "You need to 'accept' that..."

✅ "People are just joking"

✅ "It wasn't 'intended' to be harmful"

✅ Conflating offensive content with "content you don't agree with"

✅ Clearly not having read the pinned intro post, where we address all of these points, even though it would have taken less time than writing this ask

✅ Conflating people being offensive with "people having their own opinions"

✅ Implying that trauma means you get a pass on being bigoted

✅ Tone-policing

✅ Implying moral equivalency between saying offensive things and getting angry at the offensive things

✅ Choosing a blog that explicitly states up-front that it exists to be a safe space for Autistic, survivor, queer, and fat fans to be the blog to call out, out of all the blogs in the fandom (and plenty of them are far, far more "not nice" than we have ever been)

✅ Telling people calling out bigotry to "be nice" and implying that the lack of "niceness" in the fandom is our fault, rather than the fault of the people saying the offensive things in the first place

...Yeaaaaaah, we'd be more likely to stop running BAT if we *didn't* get asks like this. 😇

#We're not changing a thing

#Why mess with a winning formula?

#good omens #goodomens #badaziraphaletakes #BAT gets asks #BAT answers asks

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seth-burroughs · 3 months ago

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Still genuinely so fucking shocked and appalled that people STILL sexualize Yomi while knowing he's literally 3. That is a child no matter how many proshitter mental gymnastics you do in order to convince yourself you aren't a predator. It DOES NOT MATTER whether he was an adult with a job before the cloning, ALL IT MATTERS IS THAT HE IS TECHNICALLY, LITERALLY, LEGITIMATELY A SMALL CHILD(!!!) RIGHT NOW ACCORDING TO ALL LAWS. A normal, non-icky person wouldn't even doubt that, so if you, like, thought that far in order to justify it that's pretty weirddddd imo lolll likeeee why are you so adamant on sexualizing 3-y*ar oldsss lmaoooooo

I didn't want to mention this at first, but I cannot just leave it unadressed, no matter how sick to the core it makes me... and that is, the concerning rise of m*koy///omi content in Rain Code fandom. No matter how much Yomi himself is minor-coded, Makoto is minor-coded to a way higher degree. You cannot argue with this. Listen I don't want to hear anything about "ohhhh but he is an adulttt" I do not care. I do not care about how much proof there is that he's a major, that does not fucking matter if he LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING CHILD. Is THIS your fucking waifu? Is that the hill you wanna die on. Then do it. Not like I care. I'm making a callout post. I'm hunting down all your mutuals and telling them you're a sicko that fetishizes minor x minor-coded minor content. I wonder what you'll do then.

But, you know. Whatever. Shit like this happens every day in fandom. People are disgusting. People dissapoint me. People leave me. Discard me. Because I tell them how illegal their ships are. No one cares, because they're all sickos, and I am the only normal person in fandom. I don't let it get to me. Life goes on, you know? If I ever get too stressed out scrolling yaoi on tumblr I can always scroll yaoi on twitter. My own son won't even speak to me. He's 6 months old, but I know he's just giving me the silent treatment. Because he fucking hates me. Because I'm the only one in this fandom to try and keep the fucking order, and people hate that. They hate all authority.

So please. Sophia, sugarplum. Please. Unprivate your likes tab. Don't let the fucking likes tab get between us, Sophia. Show me the yaoi you've been looking up. Why are you scared? Because you've been lying to me? Because, when my back was turned, you were romanticizing abusive relationships? No. No, Sophia. It's not just fiction. It's my life, Sophia. So. Unprivate your likes section. Unprivate your likes. Why won't you discord call me anymore. Do you remember how we used to run. I will not lose my twin flame to the fiendish predatory height difference. Not ever again. Not ever.

Do Not Fucking Interact with this post if you are a: basic DNI criteria, timeskip plot apologist, axclusionist, support lesbians, an abuser/racist/groomer/illegal ship supporter/a serial killer, below 18 or above 19, engage in k*nk, if you enjoy irredeemable media such as D*nganronpa, Homesfuck, Gr*vity Fa//s, Mcyt, H*zbin H*tel, FnaF or musicals (complete list at pinned), ship Yuma or Makoto with adults, ship Yuma or Makoto with minors, are a Sh*nigami apologist, a self-shipper, if you have impure thoughts, are anti-harassment, a system, toothpaste flag users, h*llectro shipper (IT'S LITERAL ABUSE YOU FREAKS), do not approach all media critically, do not approach all media with contempt, annoying people, icky people, bots, do not approach state-sanctioned executions uncritically, if you support abuse especially in fiction, sexualize Fubuki (minor-coded), yanderes, if you enjoy gross characters, cannot respect my safe space, interact positively with my disowned disgusting daughter, are an asshole, are a freak (you know who you are), if you reblog from my mutuals (they are mine. no one elses.) s*th fans are fine ig but on thin fucking ice. will be updated with time always check the og post for edits before reblogging or I will make a callout post for your offense

#mine #shitpost tag

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v-tired-queer · 3 months ago

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So You're A Queer Kid and You Spot a Fellow Queer In Public: A Very Quick Guide Because I Have Class in an Hour

I just saw (and reblogged) a post talking about how queer kids will all too commonly approach a fellow queer person in public and unfortunately, are putting others--and themselves--in potentially dangerous situations, not to mention just straight (*snorts*) out uncomfortable. So I got to thinking, "Did . . . did anyone teach the baby gays how to interact with fellow queers in public . . . ?" because, lets face it--technology is advancing, and weather you think it's a good or bad thing, that doesn't change the fact that culture changes with it, especially for kids, teens and young adults. Even language changes for them, like it did for us (I do, in fact, use Vine Language, but I have no idea what drip, rizz or cap is, and at this point, I'm too afraid to ask).

So, queer kids: first of all, hi, nice to meet you! I--a demiflux lesbian--know it's exciting to meet or see another queer person in public, outside of the internet, but remember: safety comes first. So, as stated in the title, here's a quick guide to interacting with other queers in public.

Don't: Assume Anything

Seeing a patch on a jacket or dyed hair and a lot of piercings doesn't always indicate that that person is queer. Maybe they're an ally and wearing the patch in solidarity with a loved one, or maybe they just like alt fashion. Of course there's every possibility that this person is queer, but remember that looks =/= sexuality or gender identity. I'm absolutely positive that you've passed by or met a lot more queer people in public than you realize because a lot of us don't "look" queer. For example, I'm fem presenting and wear a lot of floral print dresses, heels and makeup--a lot of people assume I'm straight (which, rude.) So remember, looks won't always tell you if someone is also queer or not.

Don't: Ask

You know that policy that the US military had called Don't Ask, Don't Tell? Basically, it allowed queer people to enter the military but only on a hush-hush agreement--higher ups didn't ask, and you, as a queer person, didn't tell. Unfortunately, being in public spaces, it's kind of like that. The world just isn't as safe as we'd all like it to be, so we have to be careful. That means not asking someone their sexuality or gender identity in public, where others could hear. If the wrong person overhears that conversation, it could trigger a whole host of bad situations for everyone involved.

Not to mention, it can just be plain uncomfortable. Not every queer person wants to be approached about their sexuality or gender identity. Use your discretion. If someone looks like they really don't want to be approached, respect that.

You also want to be careful about accidentally outing someone. If someone is out with another person, but has a pin on their bag, that doesn't always mean that that person knows about the other person's presumed queerness. For example, when I was a young girl, my mom took me into the city, to buy some new clothes. I used to have a pin with the pride flag on it on my bag, but I wasn't out to her yet. Someone flat out announcing my sexuality to mom because of a pin would have outed me way before I was ready to come out to her. So remember to be discreet.

Do: Complement Them

So, you see a person, you've deduced that they're probably queer, just like you--yay! That's a very exciting thing. I still get excited when I see other members of the community out in public. But again, safety comes first. So, how can you low-key let them know that you know? Complement them! But you want to do it in a safe way, too.

See a patch on their jacket? Complement their jacket, not necessarily the patch itself.

A person has a lot of pins on their bag and one or more is representative of who they are as a queer person? Compliment their pins, plural.

There's a person with blue hair that is just giving off That Vibe? Don't ask if they're queer, just smile and complement their hair.

Trust me, we'll know what you're talking about.

Do: Use Code in Social Settings

I. Freaking. LOVE queer codes. Basically, back in the day, there were a couple of ways that someone could discreetly ask another person if they were queer. For example, asking someone--usually a gay man--"Are you a friend of Dorothy?" was a way of asking if they're gay, Dorothy being a reference to the Wizard of Oz, as the actress who played Dorothy, Judy Garland, is widely considered to be a queer icon. I couldn't find any information on her sexuality, but I did find that a lot of queer people related to her back in the day, if not on a sexuality level than on a personal one.

There was also the green carnations, started by Oscar Wilde, as a subtle cue to fellow queer men that you yourself were a queer man. For women, you could give another woman violets as a representation of sapphic love and desire. Though, to be honest, I'm not sure how well known this one was, especially after the fall of using floriography, or the Victorian language of flowers (which can also be used to express negative feelings for someone, too, just so you know--don't like someone? Send 'em a bouquet. They probably won't get it, but you will).

Queer code still exists and is used to this day! For example, sometimes a sapphic person will ask someone if they listen to Girl In Red, which is a modern way to discreetly ask if someone is also sapphic.

Queer code should really only be used in a social setting. If you're at a café, and you spot someone who is fem presenting, and they seem open to conversation and you want to actually meet fellow queer people, you can ask if they listen to Girl In Red. But remember to read the room, and the person. Not a place where conversation can be had? Then probably not the appropriate place to be using queer code.

Long Story Short

While spotting a fellow queer out in the wild is a very exciting thing, remember that safety and comfort for everyone involved comes first. You never want to accidentally out someone, or put you and them in an unsafe situation. Use common sense and manners.

Happy socializing! 🏳️‍🌈🩷🏳️‍⚧️

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lu-lus-dicks · 9 months ago

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Hi, here's about me and some questions you might have!

Updated: april 26th 2024

MINORS DNI please

Important!! Please don't use real money to do things for me in any capacity. It makes me uneasy, uncomfortable and puts a lot of pressure on me. Thank you for your understanding <3 also Important: I can not and will not take anything seriously, if you want to say something serious to me, send me a DM, I'm more likely to respond seriously there

Who are you?

@ nunalastor's emotional support white boy™

People just call me lulu on here. I'm 20 and go by any pronouns. AFAB (and cis). my gender is whatever makes you gay. somewhere on the ace spectrum.

Also CEO of forcing people to get some fucking sleep!

important note: I respond in the horniest ways to @ nunalastorscursedkitten, but they have explicitly stated they don't want sexual stuff directed towards them without their consent. I have confirmed that they are okay with me responding in a horny way and you should make sure before doing it too

tags (will not sort these out at all):

who is safe here?

lulu is delulu - my posts

babygirl anon fest - asks specifically from babygirl

revoke lulu's art license - my art stuff

nunwhiskers - the ship of nunalastor x huskers-bar

lulu is feral - reblogs where I am feral

lulus nun reblogs - I just tend to reblog everything of nunalastors so it's a tag now

lulu reblogs - art/theories/incorrect quotes ect

lulu convos - me interracting with peeps here

lulu crooks - going into detail about things i shouldn't be going into detail of. (maybe infodumping)

cursed polycule - me and the 100+ husbands/wives interracting (xxx-angie list in their pinned)

lulu asks - me answering asks

this is a nunalastor simp blog - anytime I openly bark for nunalastor

lulu lore - me accidentally dropping irl lulu lore

lulu fun facts - exactly what it says

lulu polls - polls

lulu is a boomer - me not knowing basic pop culture things cuz I live under a rock

lulu loves nunalastorscursedkitten / and paincaat too / lulu loves paincaat / and nunalastorscursedkitten too - my interractions with @ paincaat / @ nunalastorscursedkitten

lulu loves getting called slurs - me getting called the f-word

lulu infodumps - infodumps about stuff that might not always be hazbin hotel

fools being sexy - @ the-aprilfools-bitch tag

everyone except minors. I don't judge. This is a safe space regardless of race, gender, sexuality or anything else. Be as cringe/not cringe as you want

What is this blog?

Used to be a hazbin blog, now turned to me simping for daddy nunalastor and interracting with the cursed polycule

What can I ask or share with you?

Literally anything you want to share, no limits. I respond to everything, even hate so if I haven't responded I'm either asleep or the message didn't appear in my inbox.

One thing I don't respond to is chain sends cuz I can't be bothered with that shit. Anything else is a yes

What's with the bad English?

English is my second language. I pride myself on being able to read it fluently, but I might have problems with talking in a way that flows naturally to native speakers. So sorry bout that

What time are you active?

Honestly, all over the place. Don't look too much into it, but I'm from the country of Georgia if that helps

Can I use your ideas?

Absolutely! You don't even need to ask. I won't say this is a necessity, but If you decide to use them, I'd love it if you'd tag me. I love seeing all kinds of things people make and I'd love to see yours too!

Why are you so unhinged and sexual? Aren't you ace?

Asexuals aren't all sex-repulssed and can enjoy it too. I am uncomfy with the act of sex but I love joking and shitting about it. Me saying something is hot/sexy/makes my dick hard is just me saying "I love this and i think it's cool" when that isn't enough to express my love. (I think I'm being funny)

Is the art on nunalastor's blog you sometimes repost yours?

Yes, the art posted on their asks by mylz-flick is by me. It's my primary blog and i don't use it for anything so all my asks are submitted through there

Why don't you post as often anymore?

Because all my posts go straight to nunalastor's blog. Go check them out, it's great

By nunalastor s request:

Who hurt you?

Nunalastor did when they rizzed up my mom

What's with the worms? That's disgusting

Well, nunalastor made this post and it turned me on a little ngl

What is the cursed polycule?

Well, I spontaneously decided that my go to funny (not funny) joke would be to start asking everyone who agreed with me or had similar tastes to kiss me. Long story short, now I'm a whore™ with 100+ husbands that I can't keep track of and that's the cursed polycule

Why do you keep calling nunalastor daddy?

Many reasons. First, Nunalastor saying they would fuck my mom in the DMs when I told them about her. So naturally, if my mom and nunalastor got married they would be the dad hence, daddy. Also, nunalastor is unapologetically my favourite blog on here and the title "daddy" is reserved for them. Also their word is law to me and they deserve the respectful title

The way you interract with minors is disgusting

I have minors please don't interract in my bio for a reason. I expect a decent human being to see that and kindly leave my blog. I don't check who I'm responding to most of the time so I probably didn't even notice it was a minor. I'm just trying to be fun.

If you are a minor and I responded/reblogged your art or post with some batshit crazy shenanigans like I do with everyone, send me a DM and I'll delete it. I'd rather it be in the DMs instead of out in public because out here I have people acting like they hate me and I don't want to accidentally take something that's meant to be a serious request to stop like a joke.

What's with that one pregnant anon stuff at nunalastors blog?

Listen, I don't care what shit people send me, but if you even dare harm, harass or just in general be an asshole to the ones I consider nice people, I will not take that lightly.

To everyone: if you get haters, tag me so I can draw them pregnant.

Is the cursed polycule an actual relationship or just a joke?

It's just a joke between us.

Can I join the polycule?

Daddy has revoked my marriage license so you'll have to consult with the other members. I take what daddy demands very seriously

You can however, talk to the other members of the polycule and join. We could also have a platonic relationship going on in the polycule if you want

What is up with you and pronouns?

Sorry, in my native language there are no gendered pronouns. We just have a singular he/she/they for everyone. I use he/him for me (despite being a woman) because it's what rolls off the tongue easier for me. For everyone else I use they/them because you can never go wrong with neutral.

Are you actually attracted to nunalastor?

Why do you keep mentioning nunalastor calling you the f-word?

No. It's me and paincaat my beloved. They say gay shit to me and I find that hot

Because I genuinely /gen /srs loved it. This isn't a joke. It made me overstimmed and honestly was a little overwhelmed with giddiness. keep in mind though, that while I enjoy getting called the slur, I will not be calling anyone that because that makes me uncomfy.

why haven't you responded to my reblog/comment/ask?

I generally respond to everyone I can. but either it was

lost in my notifs

was posted by a minor and I don't want to attract minors here

If it was on a reblog of something, I assumed it was meant for op

I just couldn't think of anything to respond with (which is rare)

feel free to let me know if it was either 1 or 3 but I won't respond to minors

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taki-yaki · 8 months ago

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If you’re still taking prompts: Tav was abducted from wildspace, maybe she was a crew member of a spelljammer, maybe she was a passenger or a merchant, either way she’s not from Faerun. She falls for Astarion, but after the brain is defeated she has to return to wildspace. Perhaps staying in Faerun drastically shortens her very long lifespan, and her realm isn’t safe for Astarion, but she vows to return every so often, like once a year (e.g. origin story of the Tanabata festival in Japan). They essentially become immortal star-crossed lovers.

Hi Anon, my inbox is always open, unless stated otherwise on my pinned post as the first thing you see.

I haven’t really read much on dnd spelljammer stuff so this finally got me around to reading it. For this Tav though, I’ll make them an astral elf as I found their culture to be interesting.

Astarion x Astral Elf Tav/Spell Jammer Headcanons

You are an Astral elf, known for exploring the wild space cosmos for over 150 years of your life, as a part of a crew of spell-jammers. Being one of the younger members of the crew, as a gifted aristocrat, able to channel the power of sunlight through your magic that courses through you.

Despite your bounty of skills at your disposal, the only weakness you face is leaving that plane seemed to shorten your lifespan making you bound to the astral plane for your entire lifetime. But after the mind flayers snatched you from your ship, the tadpole inside seemed to have gifted you a normal lifespan, allowing you to survive in the land of Toril.

But exploring the land of Faerûn seemed to be a short-lived dream, as your new goal was to rid yourself of the guest who has now taken up residence inside your head, wishing to transform you into a mindflayer.

The Githyanki in your group, who’ve you known to be hostile in most of your encounters in the astral high seas, seemed to have both united over a common hatred for the mind flayers who put you in this position in the first place.

However, you weren’t the only one who realisation that having these tadpoles isn’t for the best in the long term. Astarion, who you thought at a glance was a variant of astral elf himself, was a vampire. Now able to giddily enjoy the glow of the sun without having to feel as he describes “the wrath of biting ants all over your skin.”

Most of Faerûn’s customs are unfamiliar to you, from the ritual the priest makes you go through in the goblin camp to the gifting of wild floral plants to ones you care deeply for.

Another struggle that you face is your lack of elvish language knowledge. Growing up, you only ever saw the need to learn common and celestial.

Astarion would notice your lack of elven knowledge and try to teach you some basic phrases, although most of his classes would involve him trying to teach you flirty phrases to say under the pretence that it’s a common greeting.

Despite his teasing, you would attempt to return the favour by showing him simple celestial phrases, with the surprise that it doesn’t set his throat on fire after speaking in a holy tongue.

During the nights in the shadow-cursed lands, when the warmth of the sun can’t reach, you use some of your solar magic to replicate the feeling of warmth on his skin.

One of these nights on the road towards Baldur's Gate, the two of you are star gazing in silence, until you point up at the sky at two lone stars in the inky darkness above you. “In my culture, we believe our people get carried into the astral sea and turned into stars, I think those two are like us.”“Really, just some little lights in the sky?”, you turn to meet his gaze, “Well you have ‘star’ in your name right?”.

Astarion even suggests going through with the ritual, before having to stop him stating that even if you were made immortal, your soul is still bound to the astral realm and immortality would make you nothing but a husk of a person over time. But you make the promise to visit him one day every year, by opening a portal to the realm of Toril.

During the weeks leading up to fighting the brain, you gift him a small wrapped parcel. “Hmm? Darling, what’s this?” ”Something special, just open it” Looking back at him with a grin, upon peeling off the wrapping, revealed a smooth carved stone with an odd pattern on it.

He looks back at you, slightly confused as if you’ve got mad “Darling, this is just a rock”, “Not just any rock silly”. You pull out an identical stone to the one he’s holding and quietly mutter some words into it, for the one in Astarions hand to parrot back what was just spoken.“It’s for when I have to go, we can still speak to each other through it, but for now I prefer to hear your voice from you.”

He lets out a soft sigh “You’re always thinking a few steps ahead my sweet, but obviously my voice sounds better coming from my throat than some rock” letting out a smile.

After the defeat of the netherbrain, the tadpole now destroyed, you feel the effects of your lifespan being shortened after being outside your realm for so long, knowing that it is your time to leave, Astarion runs to you carrying you into the safety of the shadows to avoid himself from burning up. “I’m sorry, I want to stay with you, but I have to go now ”

Astarion holds you as tight as he can, uttering the phrase “Ai armiel telere maenen hir.” "You hold my heart forever.” as many times as he can count before you climb onto the dragon, to return to the astral plane, home.

Every night after he would visit the surface from the Underdark at night, looking up into the stars, muttering into the sending stone, message after message, all in Elven tongue, “I love you so much” “I’ve been doing well with the other spawn” “I’m thinking of you every day my love”. He’d wait with bated breath to hear your response back in return.

However, when the day arrives when the two of you are reunited only for a day every year, you stay in each other's embrace, practically bound together, before having to return home to the astral plane.

#astarion x tav #astarion x reader #bg3 astarion #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion headcanons

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bookscandlesnbts · 1 year ago

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One thing you’ll never catch me saying on my blog:

Yep, I’m going there. Because while I haven’t gotten an ask of this type (hopefully never) I’ve been on Tumblr and Twitter spaces in the Jikook community enough to see this recycled phrasing enough to address it.

You’ll never see me perpetuate stereotypes like:

“You must never get laid if you can’t see the intimacy of Jikook. They definitely fuck so you are either young or a virgin” or “you’ve never been in a serious relationship to not see their bond as one that is romantic”

I’ve seen this type of commentary from both anons and bloggers as some kind of “gotcha” moment.

If you have stopped by my blog before and read my pinned about me section, you’ll see that I stated that I’m asexual.

These rhetorics are not only insulting to someone who is ace like me but also bogus. I haven’t been in an intimate relationship in ten years (shock and awe because that’s by choice) but I’m still a jikooker. I can read body language cues and notice patterns in behavior that suggest intimacy even if that is something I don’t want for myself.

I think the rampant heteronormative society and engrained homophobia are much more to blame as the reason people deny the possibility of Jikook constantly.

I’d be remiss to admit that I still follow some of these bloggers that say this type of rhetoric or post asks that say things similar and don’t call them out. Not that any of those bloggers follow me back probably, but I’m putting it out there in case they see this post. Can we stop with this? It’s not even true and it’s demeaning. I’ve thought many times about commenting and saying my thoughts on it, but I’m generally a non confrontational person (mommy issues) so I just keep it moving.

No one literally thinks about asexuals existing. People forget that people exist who could care less about having sex, so they use it as some sort of insult which is gross. Let’s stop making these assumptions. My ability to perceive Jikook’s special bond as what I think is a very romantic and yes, sexual relationship has nothing to do with my own sexual experiences. That’s not a barrier for getting someone to notice their intimacy. Let’s stick to what we know are. Heteronormativity and Homophobia. All my fellow ace people, this is a safe space. We don’t put those that have sex and people in relationships on a pedestal here.

#jikook #jungkook #kookmin #asexual #acespec

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faegoddessog · 9 months ago

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Woman in Red Ch. 6/17

Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Sex toys, sex furniture, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll!) squirting, overstimulation, Creampie

A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3

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Chapter 6: Not Yet Daylight

A huge canopy bed of black coated steel dominates the room. It looks custom made for the space and like it could hold at least 4 people comfortably. The wall behind is painted black with a mural of the cosmos that oozes out onto the ceiling. There are tiny reflectors embedded into the painting, giving it an otherworldly feel. There are two doors opposite the wall of floor to ceiling windows. There is another fluffy rug on the floor and something strappy hanging in the corner from the ceiling. There is a black leather piece at the end of the bed. Is it furniture? Art? It is reminiscent of a fainting couch, only it’s not flat anywhere. It’s contoured high on one end and lower on the other, with a dip in the middle.

“Sit,” she points to the oddly shaped item.

Austin looks at it, trying to decide where to sit, before tentatively perching on the curve of the low end. Guess it’s furniture then. He watches in silence as she wanders to her bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a black rolled up bundle. She unrolls it on the end of the bed, revealing a modest collection of toys in a microfiber towel. There are a couple dildos, a vibrator or two, a bottle of lube and a small vibrator type thing that looks like it’d fit in the palm of her hand.

Aya watches his face as he takes in her bedroom. He sees, but doesn’t seem to recognize the sex swing in the corner. She watches him sit on the edge of her Tantra Chair, not really sure what he was sitting on. His eyebrow lifts as she unveils some of her toys. She had no worries about his prowess, he’d already shown he had skill and if the current state of his cock was anything to judge from, he was well on his way to proving his stamina. Really, she just liked having her favorites at hand.

“Aya, won’t need-”, her finger on his lips interrupts his train of thought.

“I like options, that’s all,” she says, “and maybe they’re not all for me.” she winks. “I DO have a strap on, if you are interested.” She turns to go back to the drawer.

Austin grabs her wrist quickly, stopping her.

“Uh, n-, no thank you, not now,” he bites his lip, unsure of how to respond. Fuck, he’d not been ready to think about that. The idea of her playing at all with his ass was hot and nerve wracking all at once. How is it that she throws these curve balls at him while also being irresistibly sexy?

Aya just had to poke fun with a little pegging tease when she saw his shy self popping up. “Ok, we’ll put a pin in that,” she makes a poking gesture with her thumb and forefinger.

“Not tonight we won’t,” he says smiling, his abs contracting for a laugh.

She giggles when she realizes her unintended innuendo.

How is it that he can be so masterfully sexy and powerful, yet so boyish and absolutely adorable?

Smiling, her manicured hand gently presses into his chest and he scoots back into the dip of the chair. His legs fall to either side of the chaise. His legs are low to the floor and the tall part of the chaise cradles his back. Flowing like a cat, she positions herself in his lap, straddling him like a fucking motorcycle. He suddenly sees the possibilities inherent in this piece. It's like it was made for sex. Of course it was made for sex, he corrects himself. It’s in Aya’s bedroom, everything about her was made for sex.

Aya watches his eyes dart around the chaise as he realizes what he’s sitting on. His eyes fall back to hers and she smiles knowingly. This was her favorite purchase for her bedroom. It’s been a long time since she brought anyone to this bedroom. She had almost forgotten how much she loves this thing. She slides herself into position and his dick is thick against his stomach, twitching and ready. She grinds her wet pussy against his lower shaft, hands behind her on the lower curve for support and leverage

Austin’s view between their legs is gratuitous, her labia seemingly grasping at his shaft as she moves in circles. The curves of the chair make the angle of their hips perfect. He presses his hips up to her, pumping against her, coating himself in her slick. She is soaked and he can smell it. It’s maddening. God he wants to feel her hot and tight around him. Strike that, he needs to feel it. Nevermind that he had just had her an hour and a half ago, nevermind too, the amazing way she sucked his cock not 30 minutes ago. ‘Here and now’, his desire states and his cock greedily agrees. His arms wrap around her back, pulling her body to his.

“Come here, let me fuck that beautiful pussy.” He murmurs, lips against her neck. He nips at her skin, sucks, nips again.

It’s like magic, this room, the Tantra chair, the music,the lighting, Austin; sexy, horny magic. Aya’s hips are doing a spell of their own. They are teasing the fuck out of him by rolling around his swollen tip with her engorged clit. She wonders how long she can tease him until he just can’t stand it anymore. Leaning forward, she holds his face, palms on his jaw and tilts his gorgeous face up. Bent over him, she captures his mouth. Her tongue is demanding, dipping into his mouth, sucking his full lip. Fuck he is so hot.

“I like that dirty mouth of yours. Tell me filthy things Austin,” she stares into his blown pupils rimmed with blue. “Tell me what you want to do to this beautiful pussy.”

The friction is intoxicating; the friction of her tongue on his lip and of her pussy against his cock. Austin swallows thickly when he hears her words. For a moment he’s reluctant to speak. As he looks at her dark eyes, her lips wet with their mingled saliva, his hesitation falls away. Words come to his lips unbidden, unfiltered, uncontrolled.

“I want to watch my cockhead stretch those plump lips,” his fingertips trace long lines down each side of her pussy, “to watch these soft, pink lips swallow me, centimeter by hot fucking centimeter. I want to feel every inch of your skin react as I go deep,” two fingers slip into her. His eyes drift up her body to bore into her own.

“I want to feel you clench around me over and over as a litany of obscene sounds pour from you,” he curls his fingers to brush on the spongy tissue just behind her pubic bone. A shaky little moan puffs from her mouth, parting her lips.

“I want your every cell to be drunk on me as I pound into your hot cunt,” each /t/ deliberate and percussive on his tongue. His fingers slide in and out. Austin leans forward, his plush lips centimeters from her own.

“I want you filled to the brim with my cum. So much so that when I pull away from your blissed-out, quivering sex, I can watch my cum dribbling out,” he slowly withdraws his fingers, wet with her desire. A breathy peep escapes her lips.

As she listens to his baritone voice rumble out his descriptive narrative, Aya’s breath comes shorter accompanied by little sounds. His dirty mouth coupled with his sure fingers quickly send all thoughts of teasing him to fall by the wayside. She fucking wants him, wants everything he just described and she wants it right now.

He is leaning closer, his lips about to brush her own. Then his fingers are between them and pushing into her mouth. Her tongue licks eagerly up between his fingers, pushing them apart, sucking her juices from them. She holds his hand in both of hers, automatically moving her head back and forth. Eyes closed, she luxuriates in the texture of his fingerprints gliding over her tongue.

Austin’s mouth falls open in a little ‘o’ and his forehead crinkles as he watches. Her tongue wrangles his fingers, engrossing them with its soft velvet feel. God she is good with her mouth.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes out, barely audible, “fuckin’ like that.” He’d not expected having his fingers sucked could be so erotic.

He removes his fingers with a little pop from her mouth, leans back and pulls her pussy lips apart, guiding his cock to her opening.

He has the perfect vantage point to see how much he is stretching those inner lips. He watches the strain on her clit from his pushing cock and from his pulling fingers.

Aya leans back on her hands against the small curve, her eyes roll back in her head.Glottal ughs and ohs stream from her, obscene sounds indeed. Pushing with her legs, she rises and falls on him slowly, savoring every inch of him.

“I’zat what chu needed, darlin’?” his voice dangerously melty and accented as he watches the sumptuous view of his cock appearing and disappearing, in and out, in and out.

“Uh huh” she whines, not even registering the pet name. The slowness, the sensations around her clit make her slowly climb towards climax.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognizes that this sex they are having is definitely not first date sex. This is the kind of sex that you have when you’ve already started to know someone and thus far nothing has started driving you crazy. The kind of sex where you know your bodies and minds work well together, where you’ve not yet explored everything and you are excited to see what might happen this time. It’s been a long, long time since she had this kind of sex. Every red flag should be going off in her brain, every alarm buzzing. It should be nerve wracking to her, but she can't bring herself to give it creedance. It’s just so good.

“Oh that’s fucking gorgeous,” he says, mostly to himself. He wants to see her lose it, to watch her pussy as she creams all over this thick dick. He reaches out his hand, pushing his thumb into her mouth. She moans and sucks it, loving having anything in her mouth. He withdraws it wet and slides it onto her clit. He is still holding her lips apart, as he lightly grazes her nub.

Aya’s legs nearly come out from under her at his soft touch. Zings fire over and over again from his oscillating thumb straight to her core. His thumb pushes harder and he lets go of her labia. His hand palms her breast, then pulls and rolls her nipple between his fingers.

“I want to watch this pussy cum all around my cock’,” his voice is low and soft, “will you do that for me?” The hint at possession in his voice should have pinged her anxiety.

“Just keep fucking me Austin,” she moans.

“Yes Ma’am,” the look in his eye speaks volumes. He takes over with slow thrusts. His every move is measured and sensuous. It’s torturous and beautiful.

He can feel her pussy tighter and tighter each time she grips his cock. Her breath betrays the immediacy of her orgasm. Most would be tempted to speed up, but he thumbs her clit steadily, fucks her cunt invariably, pulls her nipple persistently.

Her head falls back and her mouth falls open in a groan. Her back contracts into an arch.

He watches as his cock and balls are bathed in her cum, juices running in little rivulets down his shaft and into the patch of his pubic hair.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck yeah,” his voice is sonorous and sexy. “Give it all to me.”

She shakes and shivers, her orgasm coursing through her like a slow waterfall.

He stops his stimulation of her, taking in her gorgeous form. She looks fucking delectable under him. As she begins to regain her breath.

“That was delicious Austin,” she says in a tone gratitude. She begins to sit up and scoot away from him.

“Oh I am not done with you,” he intones. His hands dive under her ass and pull. “You told me to keep fucking you, that you would wear me out,” he growls in her ear, “ and as I recall I said I would take you over and over all night long.” He nods to the windows, “I don’t see the sun and I’m nowhere near tired yet. If there is one thing you need to know about me, Aya, it’s that I’m a man of my word.” The look in his eye is positively devilish as he pins her shoulders against the leather and drives back into her.

Typically, ss he is ever the gentleman, he’d have to hold himself up during sex like this. Sometimes in a plank, sometimes sort of an all-fours deal to get that good angle. He never had a problem with it, even when pounding into them. His exercise habits have extra perks, not just keeping him camera ready. Holding that position for long times does fatigue him faster though. It dawns on him that with the curve he is sitting on, he can easily push his cock into her using his legs as well as his glutes and holding himself up is a nonissue at this angle. He really could do this all night.

A feral smile crosses his face. He reaches over and grabs the little palm toy and presses it into her hand. “Show me,” he growls.

His voice is deep, imposing and so salacious as it pours over her ears, reminding her of their promises; such mind fuckery. When he holds her down and thrusts into her, her eyes go big then her face contorts in pleasure as he moves in and out of her. When he presses her clit sucker into her hand she knows that all the pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking of the past few hours were all just warm ups, appetisers. They have arrived now at the main course, and she is here for it.

Her lip curls deviously and she licks her lips as she turns on the toy and presses it between them. The toy on her clit hums, sucking and releasing. Her feet move onto the high curve on either side of his trim waist giving her leverage. God he feels so amazing inside her. When he starts pumping in and out of her in earnest, her pussy starts going wild. Her mind wants to narrate, wants to tell him how god damned good it feels. But the pathway to her mouth is short circuited by the buzz and suck on her clit and push and pull of his dick. She begins several words but completes none of them, “fu- O gaw- ye- shi- goo.” Luckily, she registers none of it as her whole body is coiling more and more tense, blood pumping so hard she can feel it in her ears. Then it hits her like lightning. Her orgasm slams into her, intense and deep.

He wraps his hands on her hips, gripping tight as leans forward a little so he can plunge into her harder. Her head falls back as she lays back her tits bouncing in opposing circles with his thrusts.The partial words and screaming moans only serve to make her sound deliciously demented. Her pussy is fluttering around his cock. The muscles in her neck strain and cord. Red engulfs her face and she is screaming. At first it’s a high pitched ‘ya ya ya’ then it descends into a throaty bellow. She heaves in a breath, the nonwords flow out of her as her eyelids tremble in pleasure. At her utter climax, her legs shoot straight, shoving herself nearly off and onto the floor. It’s all he can do to keep her from braining herself, much less to keep himself inside her. Not one to surrender, he pushes two fingers inside her, finger fucking her ferociously. He’s never seen a woman go this hard on an orgasm, but he’ll be damned to just sit by and watch. She is writhing, twisting, curling, aching all the while holding the little toy and his fingers hostage between her legs.

She is fucking gone, has abandoned her psyche to the raging. Cumming, orgasm, climax… none are strong enough for the hurricane of sensations coursing through her nervous system right now. Her back stiffens and the flood gates open. Sweet sticky fluid gushes from her pussy and all over his hand, waterfalling over the leather and dripping onto the floor. Her screaming borders full on wailing. Thank the gods there are literally no neighbors.

He takes the toy from her hand, panting at his own effort and turns it off. Her face is blissed out, rolling shakes undulate her spine in aftershocks. He leans back, pulling her rag-doll form into his chest.

“Shhhhh,” he holds her, petting her head. He is a little worried that she may have had some kind of epileptic episode.

She seems to hover above herself for a few minutes until her breathing begins to bring her back into her body. She starts to feel the sensations of the floor beneath her feet, the sodden buzzing of her pussy, the warmth of his body next to hers, the gentle stroke of his hand on her hair.

Wait, is he cuddling her?

“Whoa,” is all she can manage to get out. It’s a response to both her orgasmic experience and his aftercare.

“Hey, you ok? Back with me now?” he says softly.

She nods slowly, lifting her head to look into his eyes. Blue pools that crinkle at the corners when she smiles up at him.

“Aya, that was… damn I don’t think I have the words.” Austin shakes his head.

“It’s been a long time since that happened,” she has a half smile on her face. She blows out a big breath, “Thank you Austin.” She sits up with an audible humming sigh. It’s now that she notices his cock is still rock fucking hard. Her head tilts to the side. she had assumed he’d climaxed too.

“Did, uh, did you take a viagra or something?” She looks at him with questioning eyes. “Not that I’m judging or anything, I just figured that’d be uh…gone after that session.”

He looks down shyly, shaking his head.

“No, I just uh… didn’t… cum, that’s all.” He is so fucking cute as shy boy.

“Oh, so this is all you,” her fingertips lightly make their way up his shaft, “still being turned on.”

“Well,” he sucks in his breath, “watching you cum like that was fucking hot.”

“I do so hate to leave a man in such a state,” she pets his cock up and down.

“Aya, it’s ok, I know my body and a third time in a night can um.. take me a lot to get there.” he explains.

“Oh, that sounds like a potentially rewarding undertaking.” Her thumb rubs tiny circles in the precum welling from his tip.

His brows furrow slightly, his body and mind in contention. “I..,I”. His hips betray him, pressing forward, “I don’t want you to feel used or anything after you just… I can uh, take care of it myself. You don’t… have… to…” the sentence falling off as she brings her thumb to her mouth, coated in his pre-cum.

“Mmmmm,” she sucks the viscous gel off her thumb, not taking her eyes off his. After the out of body orgasm she just had, she didn’t think she’d be so turned on so quickly. But there is just something magnetic about Austin sitting there with a hard dick, being all thoughtful and gentlemanly.

“Answer me honestly,” she says low, with a gleam in her eye, “are you worn out?”

He shakes his head, licking his lower lip.

Aya glances over her shoulder at the large windows.

“Do you see daylight?” she asks.

Again he shakes his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Do you still want to see your cum dripping from me?” she says the word ‘dripping’ as though it were a groan in and of itself.

He takes in a shaky breath and nods his head, brows furrowed.

“Austin,” she says quietly, cocking an eyebrow, “then stop being sweet and fuck me, believe me, I can take it.”

Holy crap, is she part succubus or just insatiable? His cock seems to get impossibly harder and something in him shifts at her words. With an inhale his mouth is on hers, fierce and demanding. Without thinking about what he is doing, he stands up with her in his arms. Her legs tighten around his waist. Their mouths are still locked together. He shuffles the few steps to the back of the chair and puts her down on the high curve. He threads his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck. He didn't think his desire for her could increase, especially after all the other sex they’d had tonight, but it wells up in him intensely.

“Aya,” his deep voice comes out shaky, “remind me of your safeword again?”

“Why, Austin,” the corners of her mouth curl slightly.

“Because I am going to fuck you so hard and so long and in case you need to me to stop…” He is trying so hard to be good. His leg is shaking with the effort of not ravaging her.

He watches through hooded eyes as she calmly reaches over to the bed and grabs the lube from the black towel. Better to get a little insurance now then be sore later. She gets a palmful and turns back to him.

“It’s Newfoundland,” she slides her hand between her legs, coating her opening. He breathes out a lust-filled ‘oh’. She then wraps her lubed hand around his hard cock, “and I won’t need it,” she strokes down.

Austin’s breath catches in a groan from the back of his throat as she coats him.

“Oh hoh hoh,” he half grunts out. He is just reacting now, no planning, no thought, just acquiescence to his deepest urges. He reaches across her chest to her opposite shoulder and pulls. She twists in place and his hand is on her back, bending her over the tall side of the Tantra Chair. His cock needs no help and slams home into her. Her back arches and her head is thrown back. He doesn't even register her squeal. He catches her shoulder in his big hand, holding her in that position. Over and over he pounds into her, one hand pressing on her sacrum, holding her down, the other as an anchor point to his thrusts.

Aya’s grin is deviant as he flips her around. When he slams deep into her, it hits her cervix and makes her jerk back, squealing. Then his hands are locked onto her and he drives into her. She knew when she saw the look in his eye that she was in for it. It’s nearly perfect.

She wants just that little bit more restraint, little less control. She reaches back, offering him her arms. Taking the hint, he grabs her wrists and binds them together on her low back with his long fingered hands. Her lubed hand smears on her crack. He uses his grip as leverage to fuck her harder still. The stability of the chair gives him leave to practically lift her from it with each stroke.

“Like that? Is that what you want?” his voice hisses behind her ear. She whines and nods. She nearly expected him to spit out something like ‘deviant little slut’ or ‘voracious cockwhore’. The fact that she was proudly both a deviant slut and a voracious cockwhore wouldn’t make him call her out on it though. He was too much of a good guy, she was surprised that she got him to this point, honestly. She was learning just how intense Austin could be.

“Fu-uck yeah, s-so good,” her voice staccato with his thrusts urges him on. He’s never let THIS loose with a woman. Had he been in his usual mind, he would be asking what the hell he was doing. But his mind was on fire with passion, with the need to simply take her. He pummels her pussy. The slap of skin and the squelch of the lube and her juices around his cock are the only sounds for a few minutes. His breath begins to bear traces of becoming ragged. Little drops of perspiration fall from his forehead gleaming like diamonds on her ass.

She can feel all of her nerve endings seemingly condensing deep inside. Pressure getting tighter and tighter with each maniacal thrust he gives her. Sound burst from between her lips.

“Bwah, AUs-tin oh oh oh fuck I’m- “

His grip on her wrists tightens as her internal muscles start to pulsate around him. Her nerve endings fold inside out before ripping apart, bursting and cascading over her entire body. She screams, pinned, despite her serpentine movements, underneath his relentless thrusting. She cums, and cums and cums and still he doesn't stop fucking her.

She is so fucking gorgeous, all wandering curves and slickness on his cock., Her sex noises, grunts, moans, screams are made with complete abandon and utterly shameless. It’s so fucking hot, he just can’t slow down. When her pussy clamps down on his ramming cock his fucking of her becomes primal. Her ass shakes as she cums. He is grunting and groaning, harder and harder he pounds her. He is lost in her quivering cunt, his hips blurring with the strength of his desire. Finally, after who knows how long, it reaches fever pitch. He lets go of her wrists and grabs fistfulls of her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. In almost a mimic of her thrashing, his thrusts become erratic, his grunts become a bellow which becomes a roar. His balls are mashed against her clit as he tries to get even deeper into her.

Suddenly all is sinfully still as his big cock injects his cum into her so fucking deep.

He releases his breath in a huge groan. He shivers as air gasps past his throat.

“God, Aya, you are fucking amazing,” his hands shake as they slide over her damp back.

“Me?” she lets out a puffing little laugh, “tha’ was all you,” a tremor runs through her.

“Heh heh heh” his chuckle is spine tingling. He wants to see his handiwork, “You ready to show me?”

She nods.

“Spread those legs and push that ass back to me.” Austin stays buried to the hilt in her as she complies.

“Reach back here and pull these cheeks apart,” he instructs. She follows.

“Ok, here we go,” he pulls out slowly, both of them heightened, quivering, gasping.

He squats behind her, spreading her lips with his fingers as his creamy white cum winks into sight. He is fucking turned on… again.

“Oh my god that is beautiful. Your pussy is all swollen and red and my cum is dripping out.”

He dips his finger in his cum, then gently rubs along her red lips.

“Oh Austin,” she moans, “you gottta-”

With a wicked smile that she can’t see, he flutters his finger against her clit.

-fuuuuuck.” She clenches down, more of his cum drips out and onto his wrist.

“Oh yeah?” he slowly slides two fingers inside her dripping cunt, his thumb on her clit.

“Oh, Oh, Oh” each syllable accompanied by a jerking of her hips.

He brings his fingers and thumb towards each other, her pubic bone in between.

‘What. The. Fuck.’ she thinks. She is all shivery and shaky on his delicate fingers. The sensations vastly different from his hard fucking just mintues before. She hardly knows what to make of it. She both wants more and wants him to stop.

“St– st– oh gah gah gahd” she is inarticulate.

“You want me to stop?” his words are close and hot on her ear as he bends over her back.

She nods and shakes her head, nods and shakes her head.

“You know what to say…” he leaves the words hanging.

Her whole body shakes as he gently milks her cunt. She squirms up and over the curve of the chaise, leaving a trail of cum on the leather. Her body is trying to get away from his persistent fingers, but she just can’t say it.

He stands and wraps his arm around her waist, high-centering her on the top of the curve.

“One word, and I’ll stop…” his fingers move faster.

Fuck it’s so good, dammit it’s so tortuous.

“Ohmigod, ohmigod, ohmigod, No, No, No, YEEEEEEESSSSSS!” She wails. Unbelievably she is cumming on his fingers again.

But he doesn’t stop.

“FUCK AUSTIN!” she just can’t.

He keeps fingering her.

“FUCK OK OKOKOK watermelon, Waterford, fuck!” her mind is totally blanking on her safe word.

“No, I don’t think that’s right,” he presses in harder, rubbing deeper.

Her spine flails, he has to cinch down on her waist with all he had to keep her from falling to the floor.

“NEWFOUNDLAND!! “ she finally screams. “Fucking Newfoundland!!”

“There it is,” he murmurs as he withdraws his fingers, he loves making a woman cum, but she was exceptional.