#but i'll give my thoughts regardless on the hope you're unrelated to all that

[wolpatinga]

regarding your hmsex thoughts. please tell me the good ending is a threesome with heart being the one focused on

who are you. why are you still thinking about those posts. i got no notes on those posts apart from my own reblogs. going back and reading them, maybe it's because of the typos. i can barely understand what i was saying. i'm surprised you want an ending to this outline to a bad lemon i'll never write

but you want me to sing? fine

i don't see a good ending here. because when i think about what heart wants, i think he wants love. and that doesn't necessarily mean sex. sex is a way for him to communicate that he wants their attention, and a way for him to show that he wants to give them one of the few things they could possibly want from him, but he wants love in return

and i don't think that's something he can get from the others. that's just not how things work here. i can see, following the post that i made, mind not knowing what to say but wanting to do something to comfort heart. so he puts on the gloves and sneaks up on heart, embracing him from behind and making it clear that he's willing to accept role-reversal if it'll get heart out of this funk

but heart's too conflicted over whatever the fuck is going on. heart wants attention, yes, but not like this. heart envies that m+s found exactly what heart wanted while he was gone, and that the other two seem to mesh on a level he can't. and mind's confused about why heart isn't dtf when heart's the one who initiated in the first place. and like, heart kind of wants to relent? but it seems like mind's just using him again. so he claws his way out of mind's embrace. heart knows that mind's trying to show that he cares, but it's in a language heart wishes he didn't speak

mind's pissed that heart refused this 'apology'. heart's pissed that he can't get what he wants, but he also can't figure out what it is that he really wants. soul's triplely pissed because 1. heart and mind are fighting again 2. the circumstances over which they're fighting are so wrong, or so he thinks, and 3. mind's not in the mood anymore

so soul tries to find a scapegoat. it seems like it's all heart's fault again, right? so he goes to heart, preparing to deliver some punishment for heart being obstinate. but he gets there and heart's already paying penance

so soul intervenes, asks what's going on, all that, and finally, finally, someone asks what heart wants. and heart crumbles. soul's not really been taking lead in any of this, but part of him is miserable to see heart this way. idk, the two of them cuddle and heart talks about his feelings and soul's just kinda confused but he knows he should listen

as for a real resolution, idk. the urge to screw is the same as any other urge. and sex isn't a substitute for love. if you want me to say there's a happy ending, then polytrident where mind and soul fuck nasty and maybe heart joins in every once in a while for the catharsis of controlled sadism. and they all cuddle and it's sunshine and rainbows or whatever.

soul, one night, with mind and heart on either side of him asleep, is conflicted. they're all together, so where's harmonia? why doesn't this seem to have fixed anything? there's peace, the three are together and happy for once, but this didn't fix it? it troubles him still, this quiet

i don't see it lasting very long. as i said, true love is only possible in the next world for new people. and each one of them has the misfortune of being stuck with the other two, and none of them can ever be truly satisfied. heart will go too far again, or mind will misread something, or soul will fall into despair over whole again and put an end to it. these three can never be happy forever. there is no ending

anyways. some people say loveless aro heart. i say panromantic greyace heart. like aphrodite

[a-dirty-secret]

Johnny's Girl - Part 4

Contains smut.

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex.

Saturday approached slowly. Since meeting you Johnny had stopped stalking you, and he missed seeing you every day. Although he'd never admit that to himself, he just decided depriving himself of you was making him extra horny and refused to think about it any further.

He'd planned on taking you to the house that day, locking you up in the basement and having his way with you, but when he got to the gas station he hesitated. He wasn't sure why he didn't take you, and after thinking about it he still couldn't figure it out. Maybe it was the thought of tricking you into trusting him, or maybe he just wasn't ready to end the anticipation yet, he didn't know.

Regardless, he couldn't get you out of his head. He replayed your interactions over and over, thinking about your soft voice and floral scent. A scent he couldn't quite place. He thought about the brief contact his lips made with your soft skin, closing his eyes as he imagined biting down and tasting you.

He arrived to your house and knocked, his eyes running along every curve of your body when you open the door. You had on a pair of jean shorts and a plain, tight white shirt. Johnny allowed his eyes to linger on your breasts, your nipples exposed through the shirt, showing him you had on no bra.

He bit his lip and finally met your eyes, noticing how flushed your face was because of his obvious display. You loved the attention, you knew what you were doing when you put on this outfit. "So, what do you want to do tonight?" You ask.

"Any ideas, darlin'?" He wasn't the type for typical dating. He'd grin and bear whatever date like thing you wanted to do until he could get you alone. Being around other people was too distracting, he wanted to be able to give you his full attention.

Little did he know, you're not really one for the dating scene either. You'd go out to the bar occasionally, if a coworker asked, but you preferred to be alone. "I was thinking we could just spend time here. I could make you dinner and we could watch a movie. How does that sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

***

After dinner you and Johnny sat on the couch, not really paying attention to the horror movie you'd chosen. He asked a lot of questions and found himself enjoying your sarcasm and sense of humor, something that showed more as you got comfortable with him.

Some of his questions were personal and intimate, and you'd tell him you didn't feel comfortable answering. He'd just shake his head, moving on to the next question.

"How many men have you been with?"

"It's rude to ask that on the first date, y'know."

"What, don't wanna answer? Too embarrassed?" he smirked.

You roll your eyes, "I've been with 3, all were underwhelming, I don't have high hopes for you."

He laughed, "Tell me how they were underwhelming sweetheart, I'll be sure to put the information to good use."

You blush, not sure if you're willing to respond. Johnny stares at you, unrelenting, determined to get an answer to his question.

"The sex was very... plain. They didn't really know what they were doing, or maybe they just didn't care if I got off, I don't know. What I do know is that you've been asking questions all night, it's my turn. How experienced are you?"

"Mmm.... A woman like you deserves better than that. I'm experienced enough to make you feel good, I can promise you that."

His words caused heat to spread between your legs, but you glared at him. "That's not an answer."

"It's the answer you get." He snapped.

You were somewhat taken aback by his sharp tone, but you too were determined to get an answer to your question. You look Johnny in the eyes as you straddle him, putting your arms around his neck. He freezes at your unexpected closeness, but grunts when you grind your hips into him roughly, the sound of his voice dampening your panties.

He puts his hands on your ass and squeezes when you grind into him again, slowly leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Answer my question and I'll answer any question you want, no matter how personal, or raunchy. Please, Johnny."

Suddenly his gloved hand was in your hair, pulling you back roughly to stare at him, his eyes clouded with lust, you felt him growing hard beneath you. "I've been with more women than I can count, sweetheart. I know what I'm doin'. Good enough?"

You grind your hips against him again and he moves your head down so his mouth is next to your ear, "Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself." He then grabs your ass again, grinding you against him at a slow and steady pace, you can feel through your clothes that he's completely hard now.

You place your forehead on his and close your eyes as light, breathy moans escape your lips, enjoying the way he feels even through your clothes. "I... I think about.. Mmm... Being degraded, being used, being.... forced." At the last word you squeeze your eyes even tighter in embarrassment, ashamed that you're admitting your darkest fantasies to a man you barely know.

Suddenly Johnny's lips crash into yours and your embarrassment is forgotten. He's not usually one for kissing, too intimate. He rarely kisses the women he fucks, but he had to get closer to you, to taste you. His kiss was rough and passionate, his tongue dipping into your mouth and colliding with yours. You whimpered into his mouth, so desperate for more stimulation that you were trembling.

He quickly moves you off of him and gets on his knees, removing your shorts and panties in one swift motion. "I have to fucking taste you." He says roughly, spreading your legs, removing his gloves and staring at your dripping wet pussy. "You're soaking wet, like a good little whore should be." He takes his thumb and presses it to your clit, applying pressure and causing your hips to buck, he uses his other arm to hold you in place.

"Oh god Johnny please! Please move! Oh god please!" Johnny's cock throbs as you beg and twitch, and he could have busted right there. He removes his thumb, licks up your slit then brings his mouth to your sensitive clit. Every movement of his tongue causes you to twitch like you don't have any control over your body. One of his hands trails up your stomach, rubbing your nipple lightly. Your moans are loud and consistent. He's so wrapped up in your taste and sounds he almost feels high.

He slowly puts a finger inside of you, delighting in how tight you are. He pumps his finger in and out at a decent pace and squeezes your nipple roughly, causing you to let out an even louder moan. "You taste so fucking good." He slips another finger in. "I'm gonna make this tight pussy cum all over my fingers, is that what you want darlin'?"

"Yes Johnny, please!" He forces another finger in, earning a long, drawn out moan as you get closer to your climax. You put your hand in Johnny's hair and he lets out a low groan, enjoying your touch more than he should be, more than he's ever enjoyed being touched. Your moans grow more and more erratic and he can tell you're close.

"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" That's all he had to say. Your walls contract around his fingers as you attempt to arch your back further than it can go. Your toes curl and you let out a scream trying desperately to close your legs, but Johnny just laughs and begins pumping his fingers into you fast and hard, the sound of your wet pussy filling the room. He brings his mouth back to your clit and you ball his hair in your fist, letting out moans that are closer to screams as he overstimulates your sensitive cunt.

"Stop! Oh please stop! Fuck!"

He laughs. "You're so pretty when you beg." He pumps his fingers even harder and continues working your clit with his tongue. Your second orgasm comes suddenly, so intense you can hardly breathe. Johnny's movements finally stop, his fingers leaving you. He puts his fingers in your mouth and you lick them clean. "Good girl. Now, get on your knees."

You comply, still desperate for him. "Such a compliant little slut." He grabs you by the hair and pushes your face against the crotch of his jeans, grinding his hips into you as he does so. "Stick your fucking tongue out, slut." You comply, and he guides your tongue along the bulge in his jeans.

He lets go of your hair and undoes his belt, pulling his cock out of his jeans. It was the biggest you've ever seen, you might be intimidated if you weren't so desperately horny for this man. You grip the base and lick the precum off of the tip, then proceed to lick up and down the underside, every once in a while leaving a sloppy wet kiss.

You lock eyes with Johnny's as you push his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue across the tip. He grabs hold of your hair again and pushes his cock in deeper, drunk on the feeling of your soft mouth around his length. He looks down and notices that you're so wet it's dripping onto the floor, and he breaks, grunting as he shoves his cock as far down your throat as he can manage and brutally fucks your face, lost in a haze of lust and desire.

After a while he pulls out and allows you to catch your breath, but the break doesn't last long, and soon he's back to the same brutal pace. "So fucking good." It doesn't take long before his thrusts become erratic, his groans becoming more frequent. With one final loud grunt and rough thrust he pushes himself so far down your throat your nose is against him and empties himself into you.

He pulls out and you cough and gasp for air, you thought for sure you were going to pass out. Tears stream down your face and spit dribbles down your chin, you were a mess. After buckling his belt he helps you off of the floor, sitting you on the couch.

He bends over, grabbing his gloves and your panties, putting them in his pocket. "A souvenir." He smirks, throwing you a wink and walking towards the door.

"Wait!" You didn't expect him to leave so abruptly. You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. He's stiff, but he returns the kiss. It's slow and tender, but soon his hand is on your neck and he's spinning you around, pushing you against the door and forcing his tongue into your mouth.

You moan into the kiss, feeling needy when he pulls away. "When will I see you again?" you ask.

"Soon, I can't stay away from you for long sweetheart." You move and allow him to leave, watching him as he goes. You hadn't intended on things getting so heated.

You go to your bedroom and lay down, thinking about what just happened with Johnny. His hands were rough and felt amazing against your soft skin. His lips were surprisingly soft, his kissing, however, was not. You fall asleep quickly, fantasizing about what your next encounter may bring.

[leopardmuffinxo]

Hey, hope you're doing well. Me again with some BG3 questions (hope I'm not bothering you, just really love talking about the game :)

What's a decision big or small you always make in game no matter what character you play, what's a decision you never make, which decisions are the hardest for you?

Also unrelated but I saw your Skyrim gif sets (Harper is so cute!) and nooo please don't tempt me back into Skyrim nooo. I love the game but the thought of updating, rebuilding and patching my modlist makes me weep (definitely not opening MO2as we speak...)

Hope you'll have a great day! :)

Hello! ♡ Asks never bother me, I promise! I sometimes take a second to respond because my brain short circuits and I forget lol.

I haven't played a Durge playthrough or even finished the game yet (wild I know lol, I blame getting sidetracked with so many Tavs), so I can't comment on every decision that can be made.

As far as I know, a decision I've made in every playthrough thus far is convincing Wyll not to kill Karlach. I do have some evil aligned characters that I have yet to play with, because I'm still tweaking their appearances, but I feel like my answer would still be the same. I roleplay as their personalities when I'm making decisions, and none of them fit the type to allow it to happen once they know the truth. A decision I'll never make was hard to think of for a second, because I do get curious and tend to play out all options just to see what happens. But if we're talking about actually choosing the option and continuing to play once I've made a choice, I don't know if I could allow Orin to kill on of my companions once they've been kidnapped, allow Gale to blow himself up in Act 2, give Astarion to Cazador, or give a Selunite Shadowheart to Viconia DeVir. I can't honestly say NEVER, since my mind might change once I'm in game lol, but for now those are a few off the top of my head.

Hardest so far on any of them is literally just what to do in the end for all my characters. Like I mentioned above, I still haven't finished the game, but I have spoiled endings for myself just to give myself an idea lol. I'm working on finishing the game this weekend at least once, hopefully.

Regarding Skyrim, I completely decided to torture myself the last few days and clean up/update my mods. I genuinely don't know if I'll ever get tired of that game, regardless of how many hours I sink into it.

Hope you have an amazing weekend! ♡