#but it's the only thing I can do and I don't know what I would want to do if I had the choice

[bi-writes]

i wanna know about john n his pretty wife!! i have questions!!! how does she deal with the times he gets called in too much, their first big spat? gimme all the angsty details that end with him giving her a little shake 🥴

today marks 37 days. (18+)

he said he would be home 23 days ago, but it's still 36 days too long for you. you talked to him about this, you think.

no—that can't be it. you talked. john did not listen.

you're tired. you knew you would be. you knew it the first time john looked in your eyes when he came inside of you—really came inside of you. no condom, hand fixed against the bend of your jaw, blue eyes wide and focused. john was chasing something then, determined to make it to the finish line of a race, but the thing that always strikes you as strange is that he is always the only one running. there is no competition, and yet john treats your relationship that way.

he always has to win. the winner of the argument. the more expensive gift. the more thoughtful response. the heavier hand, the fatter wallet, the softer kiss—

but he can shove all of it up his fucking ass. he's a liar.

john likes the red carpet whenever he comes home. he likes routine. he likes stomping his boots out on the welcome mat, dropping his duffel by the door, and eating a big meal before he puts you on your back on the marble kitchen counter and eats you out with a voracious growl.

the ring placated you for a bit. big, sparkly thing, something you loved showing off to your friends, at the office, dangling it in front of the gossips at your spin class just to get them to shut the fuck up for once. it made you docile—you liked it for a little while. you liked playing dress-up.

frilly apron. dutch oven full of tender meat. big, wet eyes as you knelt between his legs and let him come on your tongue for being so brave, so good, such a hero. you put the rose-tinted glasses on and let a man fuck you so brain-dead, you forgot your own convictions.

and for what? a fucking BMW?

you're smiling to yourself when you pull into the garage. john's car is there, and you shut your car door with your heel as you make your way inside. you shut the door hard behind you, barely glancing at john's duffel bag by the door as you hang up your leather purse and drop your keys in the bowl.

john's in the dining room. he's sitting at the table, manspreading, and there's a bottle of some dark liquor and a glass sitting in front of him. there's also an ashtray there, where a fat cigar sits, and you scowl when you see it.

it's not allowed in the house.

he doesn't move when he hears your heels hit the hardwood. he does clench his jaw, however, when you pick up the bottle of liquor from in front of him and tip it upside down over the tray. you watch with a bored expression as you fill the ashtray with liquor until it overflows, putting out the cigar and flooding the wood table with a sodden cigar and ashy alcohol.

you take a swig from the bottle once you're satisfied, gritting your teeth as it goes down hard. scotch. fucking gross.

"welcome home," you say bitterly, wiping your hand off on his shirt before making your way into the kitchen. you reach into the freezer for a pint of ice cream, closing it with your hip as you fish out a spoon and pop the lid off.

john is standing in the doorway when you sit on the couch. he's angry, that much is clear, but you pretend that it doesn't bother you. you stick a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth before giving him your eyes. you smile.

"yes, john?"

"i don't ask for much," he starts. you laugh, tucking your feet up underneath you. you take another spoonful of ice cream—this is gonna be good. "do i, love?"

you raise a brow. "you're asking me, honey? or telling me?"

john crosses his arms over his chest, rocking on his feet as he walks further into the room.

"don't get smart with me, baby."

"oooo..." you laugh, and it makes him flinch. "i'm terrified, john."

"i'm not tryin' to scare you, i'm trying to make you listen," john snaps. you point the spoon at him and wink, nodding your head.

"mmm..." you smile. "now you have it, john. bingo. it feels good when your wife listens, doesn't it? and it fucking sucks when she doesn't, huh, honey? when she doesn't do what you expect her to? when she fibs...when she goes back on her word—"

"oh, that's what this is about?" john comes forward, bending low, cupping your jaw with a soft hand before he grips it tight between his fingers. his paw dwarfs your throat, and you glare up at him. "cause i'm late?"

"i feel lucky when you're late," you push his hand off of you. his brow furrows. "you could be dead for all i know, but at least when you're late, your sorry ass comes through the door and can just pretend all over again like everything is fine."

"you knew," john murmurs. "you knew what you were signing up for."

"i did!" you snap. you throw the spoon at him, but he just hits it away, letting it clatter onto the floor. your eyes water. "i did know, and i told you to let me go! i told you!"

"you knew that was never going to happen," john spits. you're startled by the way he snarls at you. john is normally so good at keeping his composure. he fights, but he does it with a smart mouth and a smug smile, but this—the idea of losing you, of letting you go—that pushes him over some edge? "you knew i was never going to let you go, so i don't even know why you fuckin' asked me to. if you think for one second that what we have isn't until death, i don't mind giving you a reminder."

"john," you whisper. your lip wobbles. "john, i love you more than anything in the world." you blink away tears, but they spill over anyways, unforgiving. "please...i can't do this anymore with you. i-i can't spend weeks in agony thinking that you're dead. i can't do it, john. i-i can't, i can't spend one more night in that bed without you—"

"oh, love."

you hate that the sex is so good. you hate more than anything that john is anything but a selfish lover. he might be a man with a few years on him, but his stamina endures. he tests your flexibility with the way he spreads your thighs to accommodate the width of himself, but you welcome the stretch. thick cock splitting you open, sweaty chest against yours, a big hand under your head to keep you close as he licks into your mouth and tells you how beautiful his wife looks, just like always.

how good she feels. how wet she is. how tight her pretty pussy is, how nice it'll feel when it's full of him—i'll keep you forever, i'll make it forever, in, in, in, inside you—

john tastes the way fine wine does. bitter, warm, better with time. it takes a bit to get used to him. it takes a bit of breathing and a bit of familiarity to realize what it is that you have in your hands, but you are just as bad.

he cannot let you go, and you cannot let him go. you claw, and you scream, and you beg for a life that's different from this one, but you won't walk away because it's just not possible.

but what is love if not something that mends what is broken? that drips glue into the spaces between the cracks and keeps what will come apart from falling into itself?

your kisses taste like chocolate, of course.

it's john's favorite.

[westleyjackson]

I don't know how to answer the poll... because I got Elon Musk.

On one hand, holy shit, now I'M inside. Just think about what I could do! I'd have to be very very careful because if I changed things too fast I might be ousted. But god, just anything I could change would help so much. Even if it's just being sand in thr gears because I'm "eccentric" If nothing else, I'm the perfect mole and could leak info to others that can do something with the info. Aside from that, I could perhaps find ways to salvage tesla and Twitter and all the other businesses he has that -could- be amazing and actually help drag us all into a new era. Imagine starlink being used in a humanitarian way like it was at first doing for places like Ukraine. Imagine space x not being a glory project and actually following more sound principles so they stop constantly exploding. And no I'm not smart enough or trained in any of these things, but neither is he. Only I'd hire people who know this shit and respect it's potential and not just be yes men. And then I could put his money to work -for- the people instead of hoarding it like an evil dragon.

The reason I don't know how to answer tho is cause dear god I wouldn't want his life. His life would be miserable. He is a deeply poor man in every way but actual money. I wouldn't-want- his wealth. But here's the thing. I'd take one for the team. The team being, ya know, people. The human race. So I guess "oh fuck, oh fuck" applies, but it doesn't get the real feeling across.

Spin a wheel to be assigned someone!

[deepspacedandelion]

How They Would Talk To You In Bed: Love and Deepspace LI’s

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Warnings: Smut, little cursing, dirty talk, mentions of cum/slightly hinted creampie’s (wrap it ‘fo you tap it yall.”)

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Caleb:

Caleb is a freak, low(high)key, so he’d be very vocal. He likes a little teasing (both giving and receiving) that is mixed with praise. Caleb loves to question you (in an EXTREMELY lewd way) and he wants you, not only to ACTUALLY answer but to question him as-well, not in a doubtful way, but in a reassuring (-ly lewd) way. He just wants to hear a self proclamation of your love and pleasure like he self-proclaims his. Nearing his climax, he’d absolutely LOVE reassurance from you that HE is YOURS—compared to the more commonly used (by male LI's) “you are mine”—, It’d make him cum so hard. HE knows you’re his, YOU know you’re his, and even though HE knows he’s yours, he wants to be told by you over and over again. He wants you to willingly claim him out of your own desire, not just because he claims you. Another thing I think he (his freaky ass) would LOVE is talking to your pussy. He relishes in the way the blush creeps up your cheeks and you get so shy, trying to hide your face from him (which he definitely wouldn't allow). He knows it drives you and her (your pussy) crazy, he can tell by how wet you're getting, how your legs shake subtly. Afterall, he knows his girls so well.

• "Hear that, baby? She's talking to me. She's begging me to fuck her so good, remind her who she belongs to."

• "Look at it, baby. Look how she's taking me so well. Look at how pretty she looks suckin' in my cock? All for you, right? No one else. They can't take it from you, I won't let them."

• "No, no. Don't hide. I want to see your pretty face when I make you cum all over my cock, yeah?"

• "I'm yours, baby, only yours. Let me show you, hm? Let me fuck my cum so deep in you and show you. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

• "So quiet now, are you, Pipsqeak? You were so mouthy earlier, now all I can hear is your pussy swallowing my fingers. How 'bout a few pretty moans for me? Let me know how good I'm making you feel."

Zayne:

Contrary to his seemingly less talkative nature, Zayne is actually quite vocal in bed (in terms of using actual words to express himself). Don’t get me wrong, he LOVES to moan and groan in your ear, your pussy always clenches so tight around him when he does, but he would LOVE to praise you (and receive a little for himself). His reputation as a medical professional requires him to be VERY specific which definitely translates well in the bedroom. His comments are always so specific, making you feel so seen. He tells you EXACTLY what he likes and EXACTLY how and why you’re doing so good. He'll throw in a few questions here and there, genuinely curious on how to make every time even better for you both. One last thing he'd include (mainly in foreplay) is some sexual observations he'd researched (he just wants to make you feel the best he can)

• “You’re taking me so well, My Love, always making me feel so good. Do you like to see me like this? Falling apart right above you?”

• "I love when you clench around me. Do it again and again. Yes~ Like that. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

• "Do you like kissing my neck that much? I like it too.”

• "Is it alright if I kiss you here? I think it could be another erogenous zone for you. Oh~ you must like it. Don’t worry, My Love, I won’t stop.”

• "Deep breaths, My Love, it could make your orgasm more powerful. Would you like to try that? I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Sylus:

Firstly, let me just start off by saying Sylus is EXTREMLY sensitive and reactive to your touch (*cough* Innocent Birdcage *cough*). I just know this man is a TRUE SWITCH but, anyway, anyway, He talks a little here and there, mostly about how good it feels, how close he is, where he wants you to touch him, how he wants you to touch him, and a little praise sprinkled in between, but, overall it’s mostly moans, groans, mewls, whimpers, and pants as he loses himself in the pleasure given to him by you. He can’t help how his head throws back or hangs low and his face scrunches up in ecstasy, eyes closed as he loses himself. He craves your touch all over his body, any and everywhere you can. Truthfully, he cums multiple times (atleast 2-3) every time you two make love. Majority of the time, he's a mewling, moaning mess, but he'll throw in a couple words every now and again. On the rare occasion though, he'd throw in a snide question (which he is genuinely asking, it's not rhetorical lol, so, definitely answer that, *cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*).

• "Are you teasing me? That's not very nice of you, Sweetie."

• “Have you forgotten how good I made you feel last time? It’s okay, Kitten. I don’t mind reminding you.”

• “I love being inside you this way. The two of us, becoming one, it’s my favorite thing. After all, we are true kindred spirits.”

• “What a pretty kitten you are. Does it feel good? Is that why you’re purring? My, my, kitten, you look ravishing.”

• “I want to look into your darling eyes when I cum inside you. Do you want that, sweetheart? Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.”

Xavier:

Xavier is quite different from the rest of the bunch; not that he doesn’t talk or moan, but he does prefer to listen to you mostly. You just sound so pretty pinned beneath him. He absolutely LOVES to kiss, (*cough* Nightly Rendezvous *cough*), so his mouth is pretty occupied most of the time. But on occasion, he does enjoy dropping ‘comments’ (for lack of better terms), a little bit of praise, a few questions to reassure him, and lastly, the cherry on top, a few soft commands. Majority of his “bedroom sounds” is just the wet sounds of kissing, and a few pants/deep breaths to keep him grounded in the pleasure. But he is a sucker for eye contact, especially when he’s commenting on how good you feel.

• “Put your legs around my waist. I can get deeper that way.”

• “Oh! Right there~ It feels so good. I don’t think I can hold it much longer.”

• “Don’t stop, I’m almost there. I want to fill you up. I want to fuck it deeper into you. No! Don’t turn away. If you turn away, I’ll stop.”

• “Do you like when I touch you here? Or maybe you prefer… here. Is that why you bite your lip?”

• “You’re doing good, yes, please, more. Just like that and I’ll cum.”

Rafayel:

Oh boy. Rafayel is a bit of a wild card in my opinion, depending on his mood. He’s definitely a switch (from being a bratty sub ( *cough* Gem Affection *cough*) to a crybaby top (*cough* Tailwag Moment *cough*) to a soft dom, (*cough* Tipsy Evasion and Intertidal Zone *cough*), so his sounds do fluctuate, but when he’s a soft dom, they mostly range between: subtle praise, teasing, taunting questions, and snide comments. When he’s a crybaby top, he loves to moan and mewl but he also can’t help apologizing, he doesn’t mean to cum so fast, or grip you too hard, or to be too rough and incontrollable when he loses himself in how good you feel. As for being a bratty sub, oh boy, does he live to tease you. He pokes fun at your methods; how lightly you’re touching him, how you could tie him down tighter, how you could fuck him harder. He comments on your wavering confidence with a cocky smirk, but it’s all in good fun. He’d never actually say anything demeaning or something that would hurt your feelings (he’d cry if he ever did, oh no🥺, poor baby would be in shambles), but he’d poke just enough to see how much rougher you can get. He just wants to build your confidence in yourself, he knows you’re capable of putting him in his place (just the way he likes), and he wants you to know it too.

• (Bratty Sub): “C’mon, Princess, You can fuck me harder than that. I know you can.”

• (Bratty Sub): “Growing bolder, I see. I didn’t expect that from you. Oh? A punishment? Maybe that’s what I wanted in the first place.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to cum so soon. I can’t help it, you just make me feel too good.”

• (Crybaby Top): “I’ve been good, I’ve been so good for you I swear. Please… please let me cum inside you again. Just one more time.”

• (Soft Dom): “You’re getting wetter and wetter, like ocean waves. I like that.”

• (Soft Dom) “Yes, touch me, just like that. Gently, up and down. Ah yes~ So obedient for me. Maybe I should give you a reward. Would you like that? I knew you would, Princess.”

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Kinda debating how much I like this, but yeah, they all freaks lowkey. Next up is probably more ships, but I definitely have some more (smut) ideas brewing😏 as always, feel free to send in any requests!~😌🫶🏽💙

[madamechrissy]

Surprising Zayne at work

Pairings- Zayne x F!reader CW- smut drabble, you decide you need to surprise your boyfriend Zayne at work, by hiding under his desk because you miss him of course! Warnings-blow jobs, teasing, cunnlingus, ovulation talk hehe

"Honey..." Zayne's murmuring as you sit right under his desk, taking his thick length in your mouth, his brows together in worry as his huge hands grip your hair, just a little too harshly for a moment, only earning your moan. "You're such a ... troublemaker..."

You would giggle but you're far too busy sucking him down, feeling his cock pulse as you race your tongue on the ridge of his tip. Your cunt is eager and dripping when someone walks into the office, Zayne shoves you off as you curl up, and he clears his throat, trying to act professional. "Yes, what is it?"

Zayne can barely hear what the nurse says while you're flicking your damn tongue on his tip, he damn near whimpers how dare you do this right now. He's firmly planning on giving you quite the punishment, his hand yanking on your hair, so hard the nurse hears your yelp.

Shit.

"Is everything okay Dr. Zayne?" She asks, Zayne clears his throat, trying to bite back his moan, a hand rushing through his disheveled dark hair now.

"Everything is quite alright, was there something e-else?" The nurse blinks as the very practical Dr. Zayne is blushing across his cheeks, curious for just a moment, not realizing his cock is being swallowed down your tight little throat.

"No, that was it. Thank you." She shuts the door with a resounding click, and Zayne finally lets out his moan, before looking down at your pretty eyes, glaring at you with pretty brown eyes, you can't keep the cockdrunk grin off your face, tummy clenching with excitement.

"You're always getting me into trouble, I swear, get up here. Now." At his quiet command you pull back with a loud suctioned pop, precum coating your tongue, you gasp when he turns you and bends you over, shoving up your skirt.

"Please..." You're arching your ass, making him lose his mind.

"Are you going to be a good girl, or will you continue this behavior? Hmm?" He gently smacks your backside now, watching your thighs tremble. "Answer me."

"I just wanted to taste you." You pout now, looking back at him, and he can't ever defend himself against your cute little pout damn it. He sighs, cupping your face.

"We can do this after hours, not at the workplace." You pout more.

"You work too much Zayne. I miss you." He sighs now, kissing you, as he presses you against the desk, a hand slipping to your breast under your blouse, toying with a nipple, you barely bite back your cry.

"I miss you too, think I don't want to go lick your pretty pussy at your job? But I don't do I?"

"Mmm, you could- ah!" He's on his knees now, slipping down your panties hungrily, which are so soaked that they're sticking to your puffy lips, trails of glittery wetness enamoring him, earning his soft moan. "Zayne, please..."

"You should drink more water, to stay hydrated enough for all this soaking mess, love." You're covering your mouth not to scream out loud in his pristine office, as his tongue laps a stripe right up your slit, hot breath tickling as his tastebuds glide along you. "This wet from sucking me, honey?"

"Y-yes, I've been wet all day- mnh!" He's spreading your folds wide, moaning at the sight of your perfect pussy, pressing a precise kiss on it with plump lips.

"That, love, means you're ovulating." He leans up now, turning and lifting you onto his fancy desk, shoving things aside, the movement so sexy you can't take it, as you're clinging to his white lab coat, whining out before he has a hand on your mouth. "Know what ovulation is, don't you?"

He releases his hand now, and you nod, taking a shaky breath. "It means I'm horny as fuck?"

His full lips twitch just a bit, when he's guiding his blushed, drooly tip against your soppy folds now, up and down, hitting your sensitive clit, he watches as your eyes dilate so much they're almost black, as you're whining against your little palm. "No, honey - it means your body is ready to make a baby."

Hehe- first Sylus drabbles now onto Zayne! My next one up is psycho, yan ass Caleb- but he's probably gonna be a longer oneshot lol. I'm dipping my toes into LADS every dayyy hehe

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[mcflymemes]

"I'M KIND BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO BE" PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue for remaining good despite it all, adjust as necessary

they've suffered enough.

i have seen the worst that humanity has to offer... and yet i'm still standing.

the world can keep knocking me down, but i'll get back up.

i don't give up.

i just want to live a peaceful life.

i don't want conflict.

there were nicer ways to ask that, you know.

i don't want to hurt anybody.

i still don't hate you.

i want peace at all costs.

if you would only try and see the world from my point of view.

i don't want to fight with you.

things always get better.

this isn't the end.

you have to stand tall.

the world is cruel, but i won't be.

i believe in you. i always have.

my morals are firm.

there's no harm in a little kindness.

just be gentle with them.

i mean well.

there's too much pain in this world. i don't intend to add to it.

i don't want to fight anyone.

don't you believe in yourself?

i'm not leaving them.

there is enough hate in this world.

i try to lead with love.

it's the right thing to do.

this doesn't have to end in violence.

why don't we talk this through?

maybe he's having a bad day.

i'm going to try again.

there has to be another way to do this.

this isn't the time to quit.

i've seen too many things go wrong. this has to go right.

i'm not giving up just yet.

kindness is not weakness.

you can do better than that.

i try to see the good in everyone.

you can't just give up!

you're a special person.

i deserve better than this.

you deserve happiness.

it costs nothing to be kind.

there's no need to be so mean.

if only you could see yourself the way i see you.

it's still a beautiful day.

there's always tomorrow.

are you asking me to quit?

tomorrow will be better.

you didn't mean that, did you?

maybe we should talk this out.

i will always choose to be kind.

despite everything, i just want to be good.

i do my best to see the good in everyone, no matter what.

you didn't have to do that.

that wasn't very nice.

do you have to be so rude?

a nice word goes a long way.

try smiling at them. see what happens.

you could try being nicer.

i deserve a happy ending.

don't beat yourself up.

don't talk about yourself like that.

i see the goodness in you.

life is truly beautiful.

[foxxear]

It's very true. I will say, you can feel frustrated if you did something bad, and you can commit to doing better. You can ponder if things could have been different, and you can be wistful about an alternate past/present in moderation.

What you cannot do, is definitively say that things would have worked out better had you done something differently. This distinction from those other concepts is imperative. You never actually know what horrors an alternate path could have held.

I've learned that regrets don't exist so we can rewrite the past, they exist so we can rewrite the future.

The fire may yet claim us all the same, but we need only choose the best way forward, because that's the only direction the path goes. Your feelings are valid and all that but ultimately just pick your head up and regret your way into smarter choices

i think ultimately you do really have to kill that part of your brain that vividly imagines how you would redo parts of your life.

[dollfacefantasy]

If you still write for jjk you should write for nanami blindfolding you with his tie :3

kento nanami x fem!reader cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, blindfold, daddy kink/ddlg, brat taming, overstimulation a/n: i totally still write for jjk <3

"ken..." you whimper as your bottom lip juts out into a wobbly pout.

he hums in acknowledgement. a short, low sound that doesn't offer much sympathy or relief to your problem. you're sure his face reflects the same mood. you can imagine it now - that flat line his lips settle into, the unyielding nature of his eyes. if only his stupid tie wasn't wrapped around your head, then you'd actually be able to see it.

"what is it, sweetheart?" he asks, as if he doesn't know. as if he's not the one who tied the knot at the back of your skull.

"i wanna- wanna see you," you plead. your voice breaks between words. it's hard to get out a coherent sentence while he's teasing you down below.

every few seconds, he drags the tip of his cock through your soaked folds. the leaky head nudges your sensitive little clit, drawing more whines from you. he won't stop, but he also won't slip it in. and you're pretty sure your lack of sight only makes the feeling more severe.

you're already all twitchy. the aftershocks of overstimulation still fizzle around in your tummy. he'd spent the last however-long devouring you, lapping at your cunt until you were begging for mercy. now he has you spread out before him. a pile of pillows supports your upper-half while his body between your legs keeps them nice and wide for him.

"i told you what the price would be if you acted up," he says coolly. "you know not to bother me when i'm working."

"but they already make you work so much. why do you gotta do work at home?" you say.

"it doesn't matter why. the reason why doesn't change the fact that i told you i needed some time to finish things up," he says.

"i'm sorry," you whimper. you want to squirm so bad, but you know it'll only get you in deeper trouble. "i just missed you."

"hmm. well, what else did i tell you?" he asks, leading you into answering away your chances at redemption.

"that you would spend the rest of the night with me when you were done..." you respond. the will to argue fades with every word.

"that's right. i told you that you would have all my attention as soon as i finished. but you couldn't be patient, so now as soon as i'm done with you, i'll have to go back in there and stay up for another hour to get it done."

not seeing kento's eyes right now is killer. you can't plead your case as well without your vision. you can't gauge his reactions or predict his next move. and without eye contact, his tone is so much more biting. it actually puts some shame into you. maybe that's why he's doing it...

"i'm sorry," you say for what feels like the fiftieth time tonight. "i know i should've left you alone. i just really missed you. you've been gone so much this week. you know i get a little stupid without you looking out for me..."

"don't give me that. don't try and blame your bad behavior on stupidity," he scolds. "you're a smart girl. you don't get stupid. you get bratty."

and with that, he rocks his hips forward, sliding his cock into you.

your back arches off the mattress, and you gasp at the unexpected intrusion. he pushes all the way inside in one go, not being gentle or giving you time to adjust to his size like he usually does. you whine at first, but the sound melts down into a pitiful symphony of whimpers. your body is on fire, burning in the best possible way. you're aching with sensitivity yet yearning for more all at the same time.

"mhm. my sweet, bratty girl. you're not dumb. you just choose not to think. you want what you want, and you believe you deserve it whenever it is that you want it," kento continues to lecture.

you feel the pressure of his palms dipping the mattress on either side of your head. your wish for the blindfold to come off gets even more intense as images of his flexing biceps and strong forearms fill your head.

"you don't care about my time or what i'm doing," he says with a particularly deep thrust.

you moan and grab at his shoulders. even though you can't see, you know exactly where they are and what they feel like.

"i- i do care. i-" you try to defend yourself. but he cuts you off with a sharp tug of your hips, spearing you further on his length and making you yelp.

"shhh, shhh. no more excuses," he hushes. his pelvis rolls against you rhythmically, thrusting his cock nice and deep every time. "you were a bad girl earlier, and nothing you say will change that."

a little cry escapes you upon hearing that. nothing you say? nothing can make it better?! so you're just supposed to accept the eternal damnation that is him considering you a bad girl? you can't. your eyes water under the silky fabric of the blindfold.

"but daddy," you whine, the title slipping out under the pressure of both your emotions and physical pleasure, "i don't want you to be mad at me."

"i'm not mad at you," he says simply. "i just want you to understand the consequences of your actions."

kento always wins at this game. it's just not fair. you got all whiny and needy so he'd do this, but of course, he had to do it in a way to make you genuinely regret it.

"you miss me, and you feel neglected, don't you? but instead of talking that out with me like a big girl, you get so fussy and throw a fit. and that never works out for you, does it?" he continues.

you shake your head, lip quivering. your too spun out of place for words.

"mhm, so next time, what are you gonna do?" he asks.

"use my words," you whimper.

"that's my good girl," he praises.

his thrusts are still deep and evenly-paced, but he's starting to pick up some speed now. you loop your arms around his neck, pulling him down close as can be. he reciprocates your desire for closeness with a tight hold on your waist.

he lays some kisses on your face. you feel his lips pepper over your cheeks and jaw, past the strap of silk and up to your hairline. every touch lets you know without words that he still loves you and you're still his even when you act up.

it's easy for you to fall over the edge. you were already half way there at the start from the overstimulation. but kento cums too after a few more breathless pumps. he grips you tight and buries his face in your neck, letting out a deep groan against your skin.

you feel his warmth flood you, and your eyes flutter. he fucks the ropes of cum into you, thrusting erratically against your center.

when he's all spent, he stays on top of you for a few moments, just basking in the afterglow. but once he's come down enough, he starts peeling himself off of your body. he pulls out and sits up beside you.

the first thing he does is pull his tie of your head. he unties the knot with his nimble fingers and then lays it on the nightstand. after that he gets up and goes through the normal routine - puts some clothes on, cleans you up, gets you tucked in.

only this time, he doesn't join you in bed. he stands at the edge, petting your head. you look up at him with guilty eyes.

"do you really have to do it tonight?" you ask.

he nods. "i want you to get some rest. i'll be back by the time you wake up. think about this before you try distracting me again," he murmurs.

he kisses your forehead once more before shutting off the light and slipping out of your bedroom to head down the hall towards his office.

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington showing up to Hellfire made sense.

He knew the kids. After The Incident of which they Do Not Speak Of, he knew Eddie. There was a friendship there that was pulling him into Hellfire’s orbit, and the elder members followed their leader's cues when it came to jocks who had decided to redeem themselves and evolve into beloved town hall heroes. 

Showing up to Corroded Coffin’s recently restarted band practice required a bit more adjusting, but it was fine. 

Everything was fine.

Steve showing up in the middle of a heated, completely nonsensical argument with Eddie, was also, unfortunately, growing to be something normal and fine--but arguing over Jeff specifically?

That was a little harder to ignore. 

“That’s my Robin.”  Eddie had started, pointing sternly towards Jeff as he marched up Gareth’s driveway. 

Steve rolled his eyes. 

“You already claimed Gareth as your Robin, you can't also claim Jeff.”

Yes I can! Because I have two--no, no, three!” Eddie counted on waiving fingers, “I have three Robin's, Grant’s one too!

Jeff blinked, before turning to his other bandmates. “Any idea about what this is about or…”

Nope.” Gareth refused to even look at the duo arguing. “And I don't want to know.”

“Okay then.” 

“They each have different specialties,” Eddie was animatedly arguing, having stopped in the center of the garage to square up to Steve. “So combined they make up one Robin.” 

“That's not how that works!” Steve loudly scoffed, arms winging out in a way that disturbingly, looked like a move he had copied from Eddie. 

He got a smirk in return. “Don't  be mad because I'm more popular than you are these days, Steven.” 

Oh now they were approaching dangerous territory-- Eddie was getting smug.

A smug Eddie, Jeff knew, was an obnoxious Eddie. The kind of obnoxious that refused to let things go and claimed victory over random bullshit. The type of obnoxious that would take weeks to kill, with them all suffering through Eddie’s crowing in the meantime.

Given the look on Steve’s face, he knew it too.

There was only one way to prevent the monster known as Smug Eddie, and that was to cut him at the knees before he properly got started. 

Something no member of Hellfire had ever before managed to accomplish--on purpose.

Steve, Jeff thought, was not a member of Hellfire. 

With a sudden and distrustworthy narrowing of his eyes, the ex-jock asked. “Didn't you say Jeff bakes?”

“No--” Eddie spat instantly but it was too late, Steve was already turning and--oh God, trying to pull Jeff into this shit. 

“Yes--hey Jeff, man, do you bake?”

“Uh…”

Grant looked between Steve, Eddie and Jeff, before taking one giant step to the right of them all.

The traitor. 

“Don't answer that!” Eddie commanded, stalking around to put himself between Jeff and Steve. “Do not answer that!” 

“I--yeah?” Jeff answered anyway, confused to hell but choosing to trust Steve on this one.   

Unfortunately for Corroded Coffin as a whole, and Jeff specifically, what they were missing was the fact that Steve could be a downright petty bitch. 

“What’s the hardest thing you can reliably bake?” 

It took a moment for Jeff to realize Steve was still talking to him, given his eyes were locked onto Eddie’s. 

“I like doing those kind complicated swirls with frosting sometimes?” Realizing how that sounded he quickly added; “To make cool patterns and shit!”

Steve nodded once, before boldly declaring: “I'm taking Jeff.” 

Eddie sputtered. 

“No you are not--” 

“That way,” Steve said, steamrolling right over, “you have two and I have two.”  

“Were not sharing cookies here, Steve!” 

“I know,” Steve retorted and oh God, now he sounded smug, “because Jeff and I haven't baked them yet.

“No--no! Jeff, Jeffery look at me.” The older teen whirled around to face Jeff, face serious. “You are forbidden to bake with this heathen.” 

“Wow, controlling much?” Steve drawled, moving fluidly around to stand shoulder to shoulder with Eddie, facing Jeff. With a weighty sincerity, he said, “I would never tell you what to do.”

“Yes he would! Yes He absolutely would! 

“What the fuck.” Jeff muttered, as they both continued to stare at him while maintaining their argument with each other. 

“You made eye contact, this is on you.” Grant told him. 

20 minutes later and Jeff would finally announce he was not going to do anything with anyone until after band practice. 

20 hours later, Steve would invite himself into Jeff’s house with a bag full of baking ingredients and a look in his eye that terrified Jeff more than Jason ever had. 

2 days later, Eddie would loudly declare Jeff’s status as a traitor, only to renounce it five seconds later after Gareth shoved one of the cookies they baked in his mouth mid rant. Only then would he agree that Steve could have Jeff as “his second Robin.” 

Unfortunately, he did this in front of the real Robin, who, as it turns out, can give one hell of a rant. 

(Later, Jeff, Grant and Gareth would loudly declare Robin their Queen and expert in all things Steve and Eddie, going so far as to present her with a Burger King crown to seal the deal. 

She would proudly wear it, despite all the bitching it caused from Steve and Eddie.) 

[cutiefulism]

cw. spoilers for magnum opus, smut, semi-public, p i v, fluff..?, aftercare, not proofread lol, jealous but loverboy sylus (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

note. sry if anything is inaccurate plot wise, as i dont have the card💔💔! i used this scene as ref, and this is my first time writing for crowboy so pls don't jump me i beg

oh, how the great leader of onychinus has fallen.

“are you jealous?”

the briefest of pauses, and that perpetual smirk on his face falters, crimson eyes shifting a few shades darker.

“why would i be jealous of a plastic mannequin?”

his words are smooth and suave as usual, even laced with a hint of arrogance, but there was no mistaking that look on his face, the undertone of his words.

sylus was jealous.

jealous of a plastic mannequin that wouldn’t be able to move even if it wanted to. you couldn’t love it or kiss it, tease it about getting scratched by a kitty or run your hands through its hair when it’s sleeping the day away. sure, its physique is nice, you weren’t lying about that, but that was sculpted. it’s fake. and it certainly doesn’t compare to the breathing greek statue that is your boyfriend.

nothing does, actually.

everything about sylus is big and broad. hands, shoulders, back. his limbs are long and corded with thick muscles that have old ladies swooning, and the veins underneath tan skin map to places you’ve explored many, many times.

anything even slightly fitted clings to and stretches for every contour and bulge, and when he walks or lifts (or does anything, really), you can literally see them flex.

why would you want anyone (or anything) else, when sylus is right there?

he is the pinnacle of beauty, and you know it. you’re sure he knows it, too — otherwise, why would he be splitting you open in the dressing room?

two massive hands hold onto your hips, pulling you back to meet every single one of his sharp thrusts. sylus is usually deep, slow, passionate, taking his time to worship you and prolong your pleasure, but now?

now he’s a man on a fucking mission.

“thaaat’s it, mhm,” he hums, barely sounding winded like his tip isn’t kissing your cervix with every rut of his hips, pushing sounds out of you that certainly aren’t appropriate for mere dress shopping.

that was all this was meant to be. something fun for you and sylus to do, time that you two desperately need with each other, especially considering how busy both of you are.

even if he’s his own boss, he can’t take off when he wants to. meetings and dealings overseas wait for no one, and if he doesn’t show up, how will he spoil you?

can’t do much when you don’t have any gold to your name, and he could never disappoint his one and only beloved.

one hand abandons your hip to deliver a sharp swat to your ass, one that has you clamping down around him and your fingers digging into the leather. “mmngh, sy– sylus—”

“you should be ashamed of yourself, sweetie.” smack! “letting another man fuck you like this, when your precious, plastic boyfriend is standing outside.” smack! “what would he think of you now, hm?” smack!

stinging, red handprints bloom on your ass, a pretty color that has sylus salivating and his palm smooths over the mark with gentle, soothing circles that have both your heart and your pussy fluttering.

“h-he’s not . . not my boyfriend,” you huff out in-between poorly stifled moans.

you hope and pray the walls here are thick.

if not, well . . those outside have been subjected to a lot of squelching, moaning, and groaning. sylus will reimburse them at a later date.

“. . oh?”

his hips slow, now shallow thrusts and periodic grind, giving you much needed reprieve from the way he was pummeling you within an inch of your life earlier.

a shameful whine pries itself free from your sore throat, and he only chuckles, pupils expanding when he sees the way you wriggle back.

naughty thing, trying to use him to fuck yourself how you want to be fucked.

sadly for you, sylus is in a selfish mood, and his movements stop completely, leaving you stranded like a ship at sea.

one big arm slips beneath your tummy before yanking you upright, his warm breath ghosting across the shell of your ear.

“so who is your boyfriend, kitten?”

you too often forget how petulant sylus can be.

your throat and mind work, mustering up enough willpower to say something other than “please keep going”.

“you’re my boyfriend, sylus,” you say, and it isn’t some shy little murmur like he thought it would be. no, your voice, despite its breathiness, is firm, sure.

and that, honestly, is all sylus needs.

all of his previous irritation, jealousy, and ire fade away, swamped beneath the sheer and irrevocable amount of love and adoration sylus holds for you.

he moves, flipping you over and shoving himself right back in with a lewd squelch and a deep groan.

his pace, if possible, is more needy than before, and sylus makes sure that with every thrust, his cock is nestled deep within the haven of your cunt.

by this point, you’ve given up on coherent speech — not that you had anything else to say besides the obvious: i love you, keep going, and it feels so good.

all those things are true, too. you love him, you certainly don’t want him to stop, not with how you’re nearing the edge, and there are days where you’re sorely tempted to move to the n109 just to feel sylus hit your g-spot every morning.

perhaps one day, that will come true, when you two have matching wedding bands and a little girl with silver hair and red eyes stumbling about.

“i love you,” sylus groans, that measured control in his husky voice gone, replaced by sappy obsession. “f-fuck, darling, so perfect, so mine . .”

he truly is a vision like this.

lids, dropped to half mast, jaw slack, brows drawn together in both concentration and pleasure. sweat rolls down the sides of his face and neck, and you wish you were in a position to lick it up.

sylus is just as close as you are, if not moreso.

your arm, despite feeling like a wet noodle, lifts up, and it only takes him a milisecond to understand what you want. his fingers slot between yours as his pace gets sloppier and the both of you get louder.

if the employees couldn’t hear you two before, they certainly can now!

“mmm, s-shit, sylus! c-cum with me, please, fuck—!”

you aren’t asking, you’re telling. and, well, how could he say no to that, especially when your voice is like a siren’s song?

lulling and irresistible. just like you.

the nanosecond you’re tumbling off the edge, nails clawing into the leather for purchase as your back curves into a delicious arch, sylus is following with a long groan of your name. his pelvis is pressed right against your thighs as he dumps his load, thick spurts that paint your gummy insides a gorgeous, creamy shade of white.

the hand not holding yours slips between the two of you, rubbing slow, small circles onto your swollen clit, and his dick gives a happy twitch when he gets that overstimulated whimper.

once sylus is sure you’re back down to earth, he’s hoisting you up into his arms, stopping only to grab the box of tissues before plopping down on the loveseat with you in his lap.

“you’re so good to me, sweetie,” he murmurs as he wipes you down, shifting you a bit to get the cum from between your thighs. it’ll leak out, unfortunately, but he’ll pump you full again later. “are you okay? ready to go? we’ll stop and get some water on the way home, okay?”

his voice is unbelievably soft and quiet. you’d say meek if you didn’t know any better.

but you really, truly don’t mind. how could you, when this is the real sylus? your sylus. soft and sweet and kind, a gentleman in every aspect of the word.

you wouldn’t want him any other way.

you nod your head with a little “mhm”, slumping forward to tuck your face into his neck. he smells like a luxurious musk now, and you can’t resist sucking a tiny mark into his skin. not visible, but it doesn’t need to be.

only you and sylus know it’s there, your adorable claim on him.

you two are barely dressed when an attendant pops her head in, a polite, professional smile on her face. “are the dresses to your liking?”

shame licks at the back of your neck while sylus only smirks. “i’ll take them all, please.”

unfazed as always.

he leans down to whisper in your ear. “give me a chance to show you what your mannequin boyfriend can’t do, yeah?”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Can't Have One Without the Other 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, body insecurity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your marriage is on the rocks.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You sit before your tablet. The screen is blanket as you twirl it around and around. It's easy when you have an assignment. On your own, you have nothing. Every ounce of inspiration is gone. Wrung out by your indifference and exhaustion.

You sigh and put the pen down. You lean your head in your hands and sigh. There's something wrong with you. A lot, actually. It's not just Bucky and whatever's going on there, it's you. Something's missing. Or broken.

You lock the screen and stick the pen to the side. You shut the light off as you leave your office and go down to the kitchen. You open the fridge and take out what you need.

After your workout, you went to that all-organic store. Then you came home and did a deep clean of the fridge, switching out all the junk for the healthier options. It kept you busy enough not to think. That seems to be the problem. Thinking.

You rinse the chickpeas and the lettuce, you cut the chicken into strips to bake. High protein, low cal. It will keep you from snacking but a double chocolate cheesecake would be better. You sigh and push away the craving.

As the chicken cooks, you stand by the oven and absorb its warmth. You zone out as you stare at the wall. You used to cook together. He even taught you how to make the water cake his mom cooked during the hard years. That was fun. It was the closest he got to talking about before.

"Hey, doll," Bucky startles you and your eyes come into focus. "How's my best gal?"

You're jarred by the brightness in his voice. More so by the colourful bunch in his hand. He wiggles the bouquet towards your face.

"Got some of that German beer," he lifts the six pack of short bottles. "The kind you like."

You accept the carnations. You look over the pink, white, and purple petals. You make yourself smile as your insides rot. What were you thinking earlier?

"I'll get a vase," you say then pause. "Thanks, honey."

You shift and pucker your lips. He cranes to kiss you and taps your ass. "That's what I'm talking about," he comments as he parts.

You turn and search for a vase. You take it out and add water and the stems. The stove opens.

"What're we having?" He asks.

"Um, I was making a chicken and chickpea salad but if you want, I can do up some rice with yours."

"Sounds good to me," he says as he shuts the door. "You know my favourite part is dessert."

You set the vase on the corner of the counter and turn it to show the most vibrant flowers. He comes up behind you and his hands settle on your hips. He inhales the scent of your hair.

"You worked out today," he mutters. He can smell the sweat. You changed your clothes but since you cleaned up, you didn't bother showering yet. You assumed he'd be late.

"Just a bit," you shrug and touch his hands.

He reluctantly lets you go as you move around him. You take down two bowls. You feel him watching.

"You know you only think those things about yourself, I don't," he leans on the counter. "I never said you were fat."

You wince, "I know, Bucky. It's not... It's my own problem. I understand."

"Hm, it's our problem, we're married," he comes closer. "You know, you're saying I'm the one not talking. You're not exactly chatty yourself."

"Sorry, I... I'm tired. I went shopping and cleaned and... probably didn't do as much as you," you look down guiltily.

"Doesn't matter. You did lots," he insists as he touches your lower back. "Again, not me saying so, is it?"

"No, guess not. Sorry." You keep your head down.

He reaches to frame your chin, his fingers stretching up your cheek. He turns your head. You meet his eyes as he smiles. It doesn't reach his eyes.

"Don't be, not for that," He squeezes and you whimper. You grab onto his wrist as panic surges in your chest. You turn to him completely. "But you should be sorry."

"Ow, Bucky, ow, what're you--" His metal fingers dig into your cheeks. He's never touched you like this. He was always a bit reticent to do so with his metal hand.

"Divorce." He growls. "Nat fucking told me." He scoffs and pens you against the counter. "It's called fucking loyalty and she's got a lot more than you do."

"What? No, I didn't... Bucky... I haven't--"

"You're not going to. We'll fix this."

You whine and slap his bicep, "you're hurting me--"

"Me hurting you?" He hisses. "You went behind my fucking back."

"No, I didn't-- argh! Get off of me," you smack him again. "Bucky, please."

"After last night, I thought we were back, baby."

"It's... I was confused. I didn't do anything--"

"You lied to me. You faked it, didn't you?"

"What?" You wheeze, head thrumming from the pressure.

"Last night, when you came for me. You were fucking lying." He snarls as his nose touches yours. "Then you went out and fucking humiliated me. Saying you're gonna leave me."

"I didn't say that--"

"I love you. You know I do. You fucking know it," he breathes.

"I know, Bucky, I love you too." You rub his chest, "but you're hurting me."

He bares his teeth and shoves you away. A hot pain sears along your cheekbones. You cradle your face as the sudden warm flow at the gash left from the vibranium plate. You gasp and look at him, shakily pulling your fingers away to see the blood. He sees it too. He heaves visibly.

"Shit," he looks at his hand, "I shoulda got that fixed--"

You press your fingers back to the cut as the iron smell of blood overwhelms you. He comes toward you and you slide along the counter.

"Doll, I didn't mean to do that--"

"Don't--" you put your other hand out. "I... I'll just clean up. Please." You barely hold back the quaver in your voice. "Please, just... take the chicken out before it burns."

You move cautiously past him, too afraid too look directly at him. He doesn't try to follow you. You rush out to the bathroom and shut the door with your foot. You turn and look in the mirror. Ow.

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Final Chapter

This is it. This is what the series is about. The joy of sharing meals with those you love.

The title image has several dishes that were made throughout the series. Here's what I identified:

Huge Scorpion and Walking Mushroom Hotpot (Chapter 1)

Man-Eating Plant Tart (Chapter 2)

Mandrake and Basilisk Omelet (Chapter 4)

Living Armor Soup (Chapter 7) and /or Hippogriff Soup (Chapter 49)

Grilled Living Armor (Chapter 7), Boiled Mimic (Chapter 13), and Steamed Nightmares (Chapter 42)

Coin Bug Crackers (Chapter 10)

Prayer to Ward Off Evil! Exorcism Sorbet (Chapter 11)

Golden Wheat Bread (Chapter 12)

Giant Parasite From a Giant Squid (Chapter 16)

Tentacle Gnocchi (Chapter 21)

Sauerkraut-Style Dryad Buds (Chapter 34)

Barometz Balut (Chapter 44)

Sausage and Pancakes from the Breakfast Senshi Made (Chapter 47)

Boiled Hippogriff Potstickers (Chapter 50)

Hamburg Steak with Changeling Sauce (Chapter 55)

Unnamed Egg Dish Kabru Served Mithrun (Chapter 62)

Golden Country Dragon Wing (Chapter 72)

Pie That Marcille Wanted (Chapter 85)

Izutsumi has a bowl with a mushroom in it. She hasn't eaten it yet, but she might be trying to eat things she doesn't like.

I'll bet it was Kabru's idea to invite people from all around. The Town Crier's words sound like the kind of propaganda Kabru would create.

Flamela and her aide become very talkative when drunk. Those orcs may have learned ancient secrets that Kabru and Marcille have been trying to uncover their whole lives.

The demon wanted to make a blissful meal that lasts for eternity. Laios put on a grand feast and everyone in attendance was sick of eating after just seven days. More proof that the demon's plan was doomed to fail.

Fleki has eaten so much that she's got a balloon belly.

Twin braids is probably the most elaborate hairstyle Chilchuck can do. At least Marcille's braids have matching clips.

Could this be the curse?!?

Izutsumi has to always be edgelord cool person.

Huh. I would have thought Laios would have already told everyone about the lion's curse by now. But they all agree that there's no way the lion's curse has anything to do with Falin.

Not entirely sure why Marcille is afraid of hurting Laios by telling him the curse likely doesn't have to do with Falin. I guess he just already has enough to worry about. The last thing he needs is to worry about being able to resurrect Falin AND there's some other goal he is cosmically denied.

This series has a lot of themes surrounding eating as a form of social bonding and happiness. And this final chapter is explaining how it's not possible to enjoy a meal together forever because death is an inevitability.

And in addition, another theme of this series is the connection to what we eat. We eat to live, but something has to die to do that, and we shouldn't take life for granted.

But also, this is a comedy manga about a bunch of goofballs eating weird monsters. You're free to find deeper meaning to anything, but you don't need to ascribe meaning to everything.

I wonder if Izutsumi and Lycion have a similar scenario in their souls. Their human souls pin down the beast souls in them so they are the dominant being.

The moment her legs were restored.

She had the chance to discard the dragon entirely, but she chose to bring it with her.

The demon is a form and personality mana took to better understand humans and other living things. When it first came to the world, it responded to the millions of creatures wanting to eat. It understood that eating doesn't satisfy forever, and whatever gets eaten becomes part of the world.

The demon decided to join in on eating and being eaten because it wanted to know why everything participated in this. But it came to the wrong conclusion that eating was something done only for temporary pleasure. It thought the eternal happiness the ancients wished for was simply infinite food and eternally full bellies. And it couldn't understand why they wished for their destruction even though they had that.

The demon was okay with being eaten because it was infinite. No matter how much of it was consumed, it never lost anything. But Laios ate its desires and that core bit that defined the demon's self was lost. It's appetite became part of Laios and the demon has since realized that eating is more than just a pleasurable activity. It's also how we obtain the nutrients we need to stay alive and maintain our bodies. We don't just eat food and then poop it out. What we eat becomes part of us.

Laios kept a brooch of the winged lion as part of his royal garments because he believes the winged lion genuinely wanted to make people happy. He wished for the lion to not be forgotten and keep watching over the world. And the lion has chosen to fulfill that wish.

At its core, the demon may have actually desired to be part of the world. While its infinite self makes it impossible to truly exist within the finite world, it has found a role it is satisfied to have. It has stopped being a living creature and is now a force that living beings can use and helps their existence.

Falin's dress was fine until this moment. The threads look like blood vessels.

Pattadol probably styled Marcille's hair here. Unlike Marcille, Pattadol had only one way she decorated her hair and it's pretty similar to this.

Happy reunions all around. Falin's a little better at remembering people than Laios, but she only remembers Senshi as that guy who cooked them a meal.

Since when?

Pattadol is trying to look proper and not nosy at all, but her fairy was trying to listen in on everything as well.

Shuro can't bear to look at Falin right now.

The orcs like to gift vegetable crops. Maybe that adds to why they like Senshi so much.

Of course, they might also be trying to cozy up to King Laios by giving his sister gifts.

Not the most exciting final meal the series could have had.

She's got little dragon fangs too.

And it makes one last joke at Laios's expense. Despite achieving everything most people could ever desire, it meant nothing to him because he couldn't be around monsters anymore.

And one of the themes of this series is accepting that you can't have everything you want but you can still find joy in what you have. Laios may not be able to make a kingdom of monsters, but he can still make a kingdom where all races can live together, share meals, and eat what they like with the people they like.

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[sixty-silver-wishes]

ADHD and not autism here, but that story about the English teacher hit me like a truck. It also didn't surprise me at all, because when I was in high school, that was my experience with several English and humanities teachers. They'd bill themselves as accepting and "quirky," and go on huge spiels about how "everyone is welcome." And the second you're the wrong kind of quirky, they immediately make it known how much you'll never fit in.

anyway I have a personal experience with that but it's long and emotional so uh. under the cut if you don't mind

this isn't to detract from the fact that the post is specifically about autism ofc. but this is something I can really relate to and I think is a familiar experience for many nd people

Growing up, I was super into English and literature. (Still am- it was my degree and is a huge part of my current career!) As such, I DESPERATELY wanted these sorts of teachers to like me. They wanted "inspired, involved, enthusiastic students who always asked questions and thought outside the box?" Well, that was me, I thought! I had a place where I could finally feel welcome, an adult I could look up to!

Except that wasn't the case. I could tell these teachers didn't like me. I saw how they treated me vs. the other students. I saw how they were silly and joking with everyone else, and dismissive towards me. I thought, if I was witty enough, if I gave the right answers, if I asked the right questions, then they could clearly see that I was exactly what they said they wanted. And it was never enough; if anything, it only made things worse. And because I looked up to these people, because I was obsessed with their approval, I decided to switch tactics. I HAD to be normal now. So I became obsessed with being quiet, with not speaking up, with sitting still and not being too loud when I did speak. Except it was hard. I had these impulses I didn't know how to control, and I didn't know where they were coming from. I kept wanting to speak up and talk about whatever we were learning about, because I was interested in English, goddammit. It didn't come from a place of pretentiousness or intellectual superiority; it came from the fact that I was an excitable kid who really wanted to be a writer at the time. And because I had to keep talking, and because I wanted approval so badly, I ruthlessly policed every single thing I said. I graded and evaluated all my questions and answers, all my interjections I hoped were clever or would score me friends. I developed really bad anxiety; I liked those teachers, and I knew they would like me too if I just acted differently- except I didn't know how to do that.

Fast forward to college. I was taking Russian classes for a few years, because I was hyperfixated on Soviet classical music history at the time and I wanted to read some historical letters in the original language. Once, I was trying to translate some letters I found online, and I came across a word I couldn't find a single direct translation for. I wanted to ask my professor what it meant, but I remembered what high school had been like. I didn't want to be the pretentious, disruptive kid who asked annoying questions in class and irritated the teacher. So I sent her an email to ask about the translation, and the next day, she announced to the entire class that I had a great question. I was MORTIFIED. I wished she'd just email me instead; now, she was telling the whole class about how I was reading Dmitri Shostakovich's letters and asking how to translate 'blagopoluchen.' That's like, two nerd points right there. She explained what the word meant and talked about how impressed she was with me, and i wanted to die right there. Which is weird, because like... wasn't that what I wanted? Didn't I want my teachers to be proud of me for years? My high school desire to be quiet and fit in was so deeply ingrained, I was terrified of praise, maybe moreso than I was of irritating my teachers as I had been before. No matter what, I always stood out.

My experience clearly wasn't as bad as the kid's in the above story. Nor is it probably as bad as many people's in the notes. I ended up having a great time in Russian class, and in college in general. But it took a while before I was able to feel that way. I don't think I can call myself traumatized, per se, but the way those high school teachers treated me while waxing about how "it's great to be different" had repercussions. I'm still dealing with the anxiety I developed trying to please them; that's why I told that anecdote about Russian class. What should have been a good experience for me was a terrifying one.

So, I guess my point is this. For all those teachers and authority figures who paint themselves as trustworthy, progressive, accepting people, we will believe you. People who need acceptance, who are desperate for validation, will believe you. We may let our guards down and maybe act a bit weird- and sometimes that's weird in a different way than you might want. And why shouldn't we let our guards down? Why shouldn't we view you as a sanctuary for our weirdness? That's what you said we could do.

By touting yourself as a safe space, you have a lot of power over the mental well-being of people like us. You have the opportunity to be the refuge you say you are, or you could cause lasting damage. So you'd better stick by your words, and use that power fucking responsibly.

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

[johanna-517]

"Special and unique"

(CHAPTER 6)

After what happened, you stayed locked in your room again. It was for the best... Staying within these four walls, hoping that being here would protect you from being hurt by your siblings again.

Maybe if you stay in this room for the rest of your life, they won't be able to find you, and they won't be able to hurt you again, right?

Alfred quickly noticed your depressed expression and the fact that, once again, you completely refused to leave your room. He asked if something had happened, but you denied it and lied, saying you were just sad because you couldn't get along with your family.

Alfred also didn't know you had a little monarch butterfly that came to your room from time to time. So there was no point in telling him you were depressed because Jason killed your little butterfly friend.

So, just as you had been doing since you arrived here, you had to suffer in silence, inside this large, empty room.

The only good thing was that Alfred recently found Toti for you and returned him to you. At least your faithful stuffed animal was back in your arms. He was the only one who made you feel less alone.

Because yes, you know, Toti is just a stuffed animal, just a fuzzy bear-shaped thing stuffed with cotton. But what of that? That doesn't change the fact that you've been with him for years, doesn't change the fact that during the nights, when you cried over your mother's death, or when you cried about not being accepted here, he always stayed with you.

You don't need Toti to talk, he already comforts you enough just by being with you, in your arms.

As you lay on the bed, hugging Toti, your eyes scanned the room.

The room you were given when you arrived at Wayne Manor... It's big. You're still not used to its size, because you never thought you'd have a room like this.

However, no matter how big the room is, or how elegant the furniture looks... It doesn't make you hate it any less. You don't like it. You don't like this place, you don't like this cold room. Its large walls simply serve to remind you how alone you are.

You hate it, you hate how even when it's daytime, this room still seems dark and gray.

Or maybe it's because at some point everything started to feel gray for you?

"I want to get out of here..." you murmured to yourself, hugging Toti tighter.

You closed your eyes tightly, you just wanted your mother... You tried to imagine, you tried to remember your mother's voice, her sweet, soft voice, and the gentle way her hands used to caress your hair.

You smiled slightly as you remembered her, as you remembered the warm color of your mother's eyes, the beautiful color of her hair, and the beautiful smile she always used to dedicate only to you.

But then your thoughts were interrupted, remembering now what had happened and what you wanted so much to forget; your father's indifference, receiving false promises and false kindness from Dick, being seen as nothing more than a nuisance by Tim, Stephanie's attitude towards you, the cold indifference of Cassandra and Barbara as well, and Jason's cruel comments towards you from the first time he met you.

You opened your eyes instantly, wanting to push those terrible memories away. You just wanted to remember your mother, not what happened to you with this family.

"Now I can see why Mom never let me meet my father," you said softly, staring up at the ceiling. Now you understood your mother. Surely she already knew that, right? She already knew how cold and indifferent Bruce can be, which is why she kept you away from him. She didn't want you to have a father who made you suffer. She would never have allowed anyone to hurt you, not even your father.

You sighed softly. Well... Now Mom wasn't here, and you were too far away from your aunt and cousins, so... There was no one to protect you anymore. You were alone... Where's your family? They're definitely not in this mansion. Those heartless guys can't be your family. You don't want them to be.

It's late at night, and you can hear the rain pounding against your window. Almost without thinking, you get out of bed, leaving Toti on the bed as you head for the door and leave the room.

You haven't left your room for days, so why are you doing it now? Well, not even you know. You just... got fed up with being in your room, maybe.

Since it's already late, the mansion's hallways are darker than usual, but you don't care. You just walk aimlessly through the mansion, not thinking about anything.

After walking for a while, you see some lights coming from a room.

You raise an eyebrow in curiosity and decide to approach, peeking a little through the half-open door.

Your eyes widen in surprise as soon as you see them. They're... several people in strange outfits, and Alfred is with them. After paying a little more attention, you notice who they are... It's Batman and his companions, right? There's Robin too, and Nightwing. You don't recognize the rest, but you know they were related to Batman as well.

You only knew Batman and his companions because you saw them in a newspaper when you arrived in Gotham with your aunt. But definitely... Never in your life did you expect to see them yourself, much less here.

Your heart freezes the moment you hear Alfred call Batman 'Bruce.' Then... Everything in that moment started to fall into place. You discovered that... Your father was Batman, the famous Gotham hero. And your brothers were vigilantes too.

You stood there, almost forgetting to even breathe as you tried to process this information.

Wait... If your father is Batman, and the others are vigilantes too, no one is supposed to know their identities, right? And now, you found out by mistake. You shuddered at the realization... If they find out you know who they are, they'll be really angry, right? Bruce will probably scold you severely, and the others will intimidate you just to make sure you don't say anything. You can't... You don't want them to do that, you don't want them to scold you, to yell at you, to hate you more... You don't want.

So, with shaky breaths, you start walking as quietly as you can away from the door, mentally praying that you'll make it out without being noticed.

Then... Because the hallway was dimly lit, and you were too focused on looking back to make sure no one saw you, you inadvertently... You trip over your own feet and fall to the floor, obviously making a noise.

Your heart nearly stops when you feel someone's presence right behind you. When you turn around, you see your father—or rather, Bruce in his black Batman suit. He stares at you, and you shudder at how serious he seems.

The others leave the room as well, a little surprised to see you on the floor. It's obvious that you've now discovered their identities.

Receiving each of their intense stares is completely unbearable. Why did this have to happen?

You sigh softly, and stand up on your own, since of course, no one will help you up.

You watch as Batman opens his mouth, wanting to start talking. But you don't need to listen to him, not when you already know what he's going to say. You know he's going to scold you for being nosy and finding out something you shouldn't. And you know the others will agree with him, talking about how rude and stupid you are for wandering around the mansion at this hour in the first place.

And honestly... By now, you've had enough of them, you don't want to hear them anymore.

So, before Bruce can start talking... You just look at him indifferently, and turn around, starting to walk, intending to go back to your room.

But then... Before you can get too far away, you feel someone stop you, you feel that strong grip on one of your arms, and oh my... You instantly know who it is. It's not the first time you've felt this rough grasp.

"Where do you think you're going, you little freak?" Jason asked, his tone serious and demanding. "You can't just leave, not after being nosy and discovering something you shouldn't have. Seriously... Didn't anyone teach you not to eavesdrop?"

Just hearing Jason's voice makes you grit your teeth, that bastard... He's still the same. He still thinks he can talk to you however he wants, that he can do whatever he wants.

He's wearing that red helmet, and yet... It's completely obvious to you what kind of expression he has right now. The same angry expression as always, right? Well, that's to be expected from someone like him.

You look away for a moment, now looking at the others. So now you know everyone's identity. It's obvious, you can recognize them even if they're wearing masks.

And... None of them come closer, they just stare. Boy, they really don't care about the way Jason roughly handles you, a 9-year-old girl. You'd say it surprises you, but it really doesn't. They won't do anything because they don't care about you, right?

At that moment, Alfred looks at Bruce, trying to tell him that he needs to do something to stop Jason's attitude.

Bruce understands, so he takes a step forward, staring at Jason.

"Let her go, Jason. That's not the way," Batman said, his tone completely serious.

But before Jason could respond, you jumped in. "Save your words, Batman," you replied in a flat, gruff tone, slipping out of Jason's grasp.

"It's not like I really care if they wear colorful suits at night to go out on the streets to fight... I don't care" you muttered under your breath, walking away quickly without looking back, with no one able to stop you.

Finally, you reach your room and slam the door behind you. Then, you collapse onto the floor, your legs feeling completely weak now.

Even though you walked away from them seemingly indifferent, deep down... you were actually an emotional wreck. But you didn't want to show it to them, you didn't want them to see you vulnerable, no more. Because, when you were weak and sought them out, no one was there for you, so you don't need to be weak in front of them again.

Tears stream down your cheeks as you gaze up at the mansion's ceiling.

Finding out your father is Batman, that this is a family of vigilantes... You never expected this, there were a lot of things you never expected when you arrived in Gotham, but this is number one, definitely.

Replaying the scene in your mind made your lips tremble slightly... The fear and panic you felt in your chest as soon as they discovered you, the way even with his Batman suit, Bruce still had a strict look for you, the way Jason called you that way again and took you by the arm tightly, and no one said anything to him, no one stopped him, they just... They just stared.

And above all, knowing that Bruce simply tried to stop Jason because Alfred asked him to, but if it hadn't been for that, he would surely have stood by and done nothing like the others, right?

Besides, even though you tried to hide it, you actually... actually freaked out when you realized Jason was near you again. You almost wanted to cry at the way he held you. Even more so because it brought back memories of your first encounter with him, those painful memories of how he destroyed your butterfly in front of your very eyes without a shred of guilt.

None of them ever do anything for you. They just hurt you more and more. And that's... That's not what a family should do. But then again, you have to remind yourself that they probably don't even see you as part of their family in the first place.

Finally, you get up, walk around your room, and stop until you reach your closet. You take out a medium-sized box and open it. Inside, there's a small Batman plush.

When you arrived in Gotham, your aunt bought it for you, and gave it to you before leaving you at Wayne Manor.

"Lo siento, tía... Pero realmente, no planeó conservar esto." And with that, you took some scissors and instantly, you started to destroy the Batman plush.

You hated him, you hated Batman, because Batman is your father, he's everyone's hero in Gotham, except yours. He can save everyone, except you. He can protect everyone, except you. And it's just... Because he doesn't even care about you in the first place, right? He's probably so busy being Batman at night and a famous billionaire by day that he never has time for you, even if you're his daughter. Which is funny, considering he always has at least a little time for his other children, except for you.

He never has time for you, and he never will, right?

With one last movement of anger and frustration, you finally... finish destroying the small Batman plush that was left in pieces by you.

You pick it up, you pick up every single piece of the Batman plush, and you just go and throw it in the trash.

Ah... Somehow, this helped you relax a little, to vent your anger at the way Bruce has treated you. Feeling a little better, you finally get into bed, beginning to sleep peacefully with Toti in your arms.

❦: (In this chapter we could see the different emotions that the reader now has for the batfamily. First she tried to seem indifferent, then she felt bad and at last she was angry while destroying the Batman plush. Here it can be reflected that she feels both sadness, fear and anguish for the batfamily, but also hatred and anger. It could also be observed that in this chapter she tried to hide it, since now she develops a quite strong need to avoid them seeing her vulnerable again due to the previous events. We know that in some cases, it is difficult not to end up hating those who hurt you. And it would be a mixture of sadness, pain and anger. Because even if you hate them, it does not mean that you are not really affected by what they do.// Well, I hope you liked this chapter, and I plan to make the next chapter longer, so it will probably take longer to publish it.)

✯/Tag list: @hopingtoclearmedschool @simpingpandas @ryuushou @ninihrtss @soulsire @artistwithcreativeburnout @the-dumber-scaramouche

[dustpages]

Today, tomorrow, forever.

" Wrooom" a thunder echoed in the night, the storm was picking up speed and you could see the rain coming down hard against the window. " Wrooom"

I hated it with all the fibers of my body. I jumped scared to the umpteenth thunder, I removed the blanket from my body, the cold hit me, I didn't like it. It was almost midnight. I couldn't sleep at all with the loud noise.

I got out of bed, grabbed a robe, and put it on. I went out of my room and reached my little brother's room. He was sleeping soundly, as  always. His hair was a mess, and his blanket covered half of his face, leaving the other half uncovered. He was breathing softly and deeply.

I got in, sat on the floor and rested my head on the bed. I listened to the raindrops outside, they were hitting the window so hard that I thought they could break it. My brother moved in his sleep and opened his eyes, he looked at me and smiled.

" Sana." his voice was sleepy. " Come into the bed, I know you are scared of  thunderstorms."

I took the chance and snuggled next to him, he rested his head on my boobies and wrapped his arms around me. I rested my hands on top of his, I felt a warmth that wasn't there before and hugged him tighter. I was 12 years old when he was born, I remember it clearly.

I had to help with my brother, my parents used to work full time so I had to do my homework while watching him.

I was never tired, my brother was always worth it. He was my everything, he made me laugh, smile and forget all the problems I had. Now that I was older, I saw him more like a son than a brother. I took care of him, fed him, bathed him and tucked him into bed. 

We grew up together, and even now, being older, we still slept together whenever I wanted. It had became our thing, especially after the death of our parents. 

" Don't worry about the thunderstorm, I am here and I won't let anything happen to you." he affirmed.

I caressed his head and kissed his hair. He was so sweet and gentle, he always tried to make me feel better.

" I love you." I said softly.

" I love you too." he whispered back.

" Sana, your bra is irritating my skin." he complained.

" Sorry, I'll take it off." I answered.

I removed it and threw it on the ground. I rested my hand on his waist and squeezed it. His body was skinny and so different from mine, he was so much younger than me but he was my best friend. My confidant, my brother and everything.

I nested his head on my chest, he rubbed his cheek against my boobs. " So soft." he commented.  

The skin-to-skin contact was sending shivers down my spine. His fingers traced the curves of my boobies, he squeezed them and moaned. " They are so soft." he repeated.

I chuckled, and it tickled. He rested his head on them and closed his eyes. I massaged his scalp with my fingertips until I felt him relax completely. The thunderstorm didn't bother me at all, I only felt his warm body next to mine, his sweet breath against my skin. 

 The warmth and the comfort he gave me were something that no one could ever replace, none of my exes could dream to be like him for me.

" Sana," his voice was soft. " Can I kiss you?"

I blushed, he never asked for anything before, it was always me who started it. I looked at him and smiled. " Of course you can." I answered.

His lips touched mine timidly, unexperienced. I caressed his cheek and returned the kiss.

It was warm and comfortable, my little brother was my home. I let him kiss me, I let him take what he wanted from me. I would never deny him.

He rested his forehead on mine and moaned softly. " It feels good." he whispered.

I blushed even more and smiled, it felt good for me too. " Yeah, it does." I confirmed.

We kissed again, this time with more intensity. His tongue entered my mouth and tangled with mine, we danced our tongues. I caressed the back of his head and moaned, it felt so good.

As the kiss progressed it got more heated, he got confident and started to move his tongue in my mouth faster, he sucked on my lower lip and bit it gently.

I gasped and let him do whatever he wanted to. I felt my heart beating fast, my breathing was uneven. I never felt this way with any other person, the passion was palpable.

" Sana" his voice was low and husky. " Can you please let me touch your tits?" he asked.

I didn't say anything, I just moved my head back and looked at him. I removed the robe and threw it on the floor. His eyes widened, he took his eyes from my face to my boobies and back to my face. He gulped. " They are so beautiful." he said.

He cupped them and squeezed them, he moaned and closed his eyes, his hands massaged my breasts until he found the nipples. He pinched them and made me moan.

" They are so soft," he murmured. " I love them." he confessed.

His hands traced the curves of my boobs, he caressed them with a soft touch. I moaned louder, I lowered his face on one of my nipples. " Suck on it." I moaned.

He sucked it hard, making me feel pleasure, his tongue traced my nipple, licking it gently. He moved his head to the other and repeated the process. My pussy was wet and warm, I needed him to touch it. I needed him.

I stopped him and removed his shirt. His body was so skinny compared to mine. He had no chest hair, and no muscles; he was just a skinny teenager. But I didn't care about any of that; I cared about how he made me feel.

I leaned down and kissed him; his lips were soft and warm. I sucked on his lower lip and bit it. "I want you." I moaned. "I need you."

He looked at me perplexed. " What do you mean?" his ingenuity was adorable.

" I want you to finger me, I need it." I clarified.

" How do I do it?" he asked. He really didn't know, it was adorable how ingenuous he was.

I smiled, I would teach him how to touch a woman, it was going to be fun. I guided his fingers to my pussy, I could see the confusion on his face. " There are no holes there." he said. " Where do I put my fingers?" he asked.

He was so cute, it made me blush even more. " You have to touch my pussy with your fingers." I explained. " Start by caressing it, don't go in yet."

He did as I told him and started caressing my pussy. He was gentle but clumsy, it felt good but not enough to make me cum.

" That feels good," I moaned. " Now put one finger inside me."

He did it, it felt warm and nice. I wanted more. I moved my hips up and down, he gasped. " What are you doing?" he asked. His voice was full of lust.

" I'm riding your finger." I answered. " You have to move it in and out of me."

He did as I said and moved his finger in and out of me, it felt good, he was a quick learner. He kissed my boobies again, sucking on them. His fingers moved faster and harder. I moaned even louder.

 " Add another finger." I ordered.

He did it and moved them inside of me. I gasped and moaned loudly. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to cum. " More, please." I begged.

He added another finger and moved it inside me. " That's it, that's good." I purred. I started moving my hips again, riding his fingers.

He kissed me, his mouth was warm and passionate. " Harder." I ordered.

His fingers moved harder and faster, it felt amazing. I came loudly, my body trembled and my pussy clenched his fingers. He removed them from inside me and looked at them, they were covered in my juices.

He smeared his fingers on his lips and connected them with mine,  he shared my taste. " It tastes good." he smiled.

I blushed and giggled. I pulled him closer to me and rested his head on my chest. " I love you so much." I whispered.

" I love you more." he murmured.

I held him in my arms and kissed the top of his head, his body was warm against mine. It felt amazing to be with him, it felt like home.

As I fell asleep, I realized that I could never love anyone else as much as I loved him. He was my everything, my little brother, the only member of the family left given the death of our parents.

The following morning was one of those Saturday mornings extremely lazy, we slept till late and then I woke up, and my brother was still sleeping.

" Wake up, we are late for breakfast." I told him. His eyes opened slowly, his hair was messy and his eyes were still sleepy. He yawned and stretched his body. " Five more minutes please." he asked.

" No, let's go,  we have to eat something." I said, and dragged him to the kitchen. I had on just my robe and no panties, he didn't have his shirt on. We ate some toast with coffee and milk, it was a light breakfast. We had nothing else to eat at home.

" Sana, we have to go shopping." he said. " We are running out of food."

I nodded, he was right. We didn't have much food at home, it was one of our problems. Our parents died when he was still a baby, I had to raise him on my own and work too. I sacrificed a lot for him and I loved him more than anything. I was proud to be his older sister.

" Let's go shopping then." I answered.

We went to the grocery store and bought the essential products for the days ahead. On our way back home we walked for Omotesando enjoying the nice temperature on our bodies.

He suddenly dead stopped in front of a Supreme shop, on the display window he saw some clothes he liked, he dragged me inside. I reluctantly followed him, not sure of what he wanted. 

Talking to the shop assistant he got a white hoodie with a red logo, it seemed to be too big for him so I questioned him. " Isn't it the wrong size for you?" 

" You are correct, but if we buy this size we can share the hoodie." he affirmed adorably. 

I melted at his cuteness, and of course I agreed to buy it for us. The clerk eyed me languidly, his gaze stopped on my tits and then moved to my waist, then to my thighs. I blushed when I noticed the way he looked at me, my brother didn't notice anything though.

The clerk signaled me to move closer to the cash desk, I did it while he kept eating me with his eyes. 

"Give me 10 minutes of your time, and that expensive hoodie is on the house," he boldly proposed.

I glared at him; his behaviour went from weird to worse. "How dare you!!" I scolded.

Hearing me raise my tone, my brother came to my side, sliding his right arm behind my waist; his fingers dug into my flesh.

"Excuse me, but she is mine, and I won't share her with anyone. Do you understand?" His voice was low. "Do you get me?" he insisted.

The clerk stepped back, surprised at the sudden change in my brother's behaviour. He looked at us and noticed our family resemblance; our eyes were the same shade of blue.

" I apologize, I didn't know you two are siblings." he said.

My brother moved his hand to my ass and squeezed it, it sent shivers down my spine and I felt my pussy clench. " You should pay more attention to what you're doing." he growled. 

The man nodded and rang the purchase. " Forgive me, let me gift you the hoodie for my behaviour." he offered. 

My brother grabbed the bag with the hoodie and took me away, from the shop. As soon as we stepped out he stopped me and turned to me. His eyes were wild with lust and anger, he pressed his lips on mine and kissed me. 

It was a rough kiss, different from the way he usually kissed me. His free hand went behind my neck pulling me closer to him. He bit my lower lip, I tasted blood on his tongue as our tongues tangled. 

He growled in frustration when he had to stop kissing me because we were in public, the sound sent shivers down my body. He held me by the waist and pushed me against a wall.

" What are you doing?" I gasped, he was being too aggressive with me.

" He looked at you like you were a piece of meat, I don't like that." he pouted. " I hate to see you being objectified, you are my sister and I love you."

His words made me melt and I started to giggle. " Are you jealous of me?" I teased. " Are you possessive over me?" 

He glared at me, he was serious and pouting. " Yes, I am." he answered. 

His answer made me smile. I hugged him and kissed his cheeks. " You are so cute." I murmured.

He pouted even more. " Don't make fun of me." he said, his voice full of innocence.

I kissed him softly, my tongue tracing the lines of his mouth, he opened it and let my tongue in, our tongues danced together.

" I am not making fun of you, you are just cute when you're jealous." I giggled.

He glared at me again, but he couldn't hide the smile forming on his lips. " Quit teasing me." he ordered.

I kissed him again. " I won't, I am not sorry for it." I giggled again.

He glared harder at me. " Stop." he said. His voice had a serious tone but his eyes were laughing. 

" I won't." I repeated.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. He pushed his hips against mine and made me feel his erection. " Why are you so devilish today?" he complained. 

" Because you are jealous, it turns me on." I giggled more. 

He pouted again and his hands went for my waist, pulling me into his arms. His lips trailed a wet path of peppering kisses along my neck, down to my collarbone.

I moaned loudly throwing my head back. His hands moved down my body until they stopped on my ass cheeks, he grabbed them firmly and squeezed.

He licked my neck slowly, moving his tongue up and down my throat. I moved my hands up his back and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him into a deeper kiss. I moaned loudly as I felt his lips on my skin, burning and leaving me hot and sweaty.

" Oh god," I moaned, his touch was too much for me. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. " Take me home, I want more." I demanded. 

" You'll have to wait." he smirked.

I growled and pulled his lips back to mine, I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and nibbled at it. He hissed and pulled back, I saw blood on his lip where I bit him. 

" Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized, kissing the place where I bit.

 " You marked me as yours, it's okay." he giggled.

I blushed and kissed him again, his lips were so soft and warm. He was amazing, the best thing that ever happened to me, I was lucky to have him in my life.

Once we got home I led him into my bedroom and locked the door behind us. The cockiness he had shown on the street dissolved into thin air, his eyes stared down at the ground and he looked nervous.

I discarded my clothes on the spot, I stood in front of him completely naked, and my tits were jiggling a little with my breathing. His eyes snapped up to mine and his cheeks flushed. He gulped and moved to take off his shirt too. 

" Let me." I offered, I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, he was skinny but his abs were visible through the skin. I ran my fingers up his body and around his neck pulling him into a kiss. 

His lips were warm and soft, he had a unique taste that drove me crazy, I moaned into the kiss and sucked his tongue into my mouth.

" Sana." he moaned. His voice was deep and hoarse. He sounded desperate. 

" What?" I murmured against his lips. 

" Touch me, please." he pleaded.

I took my lips from his and stared at him, he looked desperate. I dropped to my knees and undid his pants, pulling them down. He kicked off his shoes and his pants. 

I licked his abs, making him groan in pleasure. His cock was rock hard, I licked it gently, my tongue flicked against the tip and he moaned louder.

" I'm gonna suck you so  hard you'll feel me everywhere." I growled against his skin.

He whimpered at my words. I licked the tip again and swirled my tongue around it before opening my mouth wide and swallowing his cock whole. 

"Fuck!" he cursed, removing a lock of my hair from my face and pushing it behind my ear.

I sucked his cock hard, my mouth moving up and down on him, my hands caressing his thighs. His moans were getting louder, his breathing heavy. He thrust his hips up and fucked my mouth slowly.

His hands tangled in my hair gently, he was acting like a true gentleman. I took his cock out of my mouth and licked it, then I moved my tongue up and licked his balls. He groaned and his breathing hitched.

" You are fantastic." he praised me. 

I bobbed my head on him again, taking him deep into my throat. His breathing was getting heavier and heavier, his moans were louder and louder. I felt him twitching inside my mouth, he was getting ready to cum.

I let him fuck my mouth hard, his hips moving fast and rough. " I'm cumming." he warned me. 

His warning wasn't enough, his cock twitched once, twice before spurting ropes of white jizz in my mouth. I swallowed all of it, cleaning his cock with my tongue.

He pulled me up into a hug and kissed me softly, his lips were warm and tasted like sex. I kissed him back with the same passion, his lips were too addictive. 

 I sucked his tongue into my mouth, making him moan softly.

" Now it's your turn." he murmured against my lips. He dropped to his knees in front of me and kissed my pussy gently, his tongue tracing my folds and flicking my clit. His fingers caressed my thighs and his hands moved up my body to my tits. 

He squeezed them gently and moaned softly. His mouth was getting more aggressive on my pussy, sucking harder and licking faster. I moaned loudly and started riding his face. He groaned and grabbed my ass cheeks to pull me harder against his face.

" More." I demanded, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into me.

He groaned louder and sucked harder, his tongue moving fast on my clit. I moaned again and started moving my hips against his face. I was so close, my orgasm was building inside me. He squeezed my tits harder, making me moan louder.

I came with a loud cry, my pussy clenched around his fingers and my body trembled. He licked me until he cleaned me completely.

He stood up and kissed me, we were both sweaty and hot. I tasted myself on his mouth, it made me want more. 

His lips were warm and perfect, I loved kissing him.

" I love you." he whispered against my lips.

" I love you too." I murmured back. 

His arms snaked around my waist and squeezed me closer to his chest. " Sana," he murmured. " You're so warm and comfortable."

I giggled and kissed his forehead. " You are sweet." I complimented him.

He blushed and hid his face in between my boobies, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I giggled more and ruffled his hair with my fingertips.

" Stop." he whined.

I chuckled more, it felt good to tease him. He peeked at me, his cheeks were still flushed. I pulled him in another kiss, he moaned softly and rested his head on my chest.

He put it on and wrapped his arms around my waist. " Sana." he whispered. 

" Yes baby." I answered. 

" Let me stay with you tonight." he pleaded, his voice was full of hope.

I smiled and kissed his lips softly. " My baby boyfriend has no other place to stay than besides me at night."  I cooed. 

His eyes lit up, and he grinned, his smile was so pure. I wrapped him in my arms and we cuddled together under the sheets, our bodies warm against each other. He snuggled closer to my chest and closed his eyes.

" I love you, Sana." he murmured with sleep already heavy in his eyes.

" I love more." I whispered back. I caressed his head with my fingertips until he fell asleep, his snores were soft and peaceful, the perfect lullaby to make me fall into my slumber. 

My baby woke up first, he tried to move without waking me up. He failed at his mission, my eyes snapped open and I smiled at him.

" Morning baby." he whispered, planting a kiss on my cheek.

" Good morning." I answered, caressing his cheek with my fingertips. " How did you sleep?"

His cheeks flushed with a soft pink colour, his eyes darted to the side, his hands playing with the edge of the sheet. " Good," he answered shyly. "Good."

I giggled, his reaction was cute. " It was really good." he repeated.

I nodded, I understood him. I got up and swung my legs over the bed, and as naked as I was born, walked to the wardrobe. " Come here." I called him. 

He got up and approached me, his body was warm against mine. " I'm going to wear the hoodie you bought for us yesterday." I told him.

" Are you?" he asked. His eyes brightened with excitement, a smile formed on his lips. He was so cute when he was happy. 

I put the hoodie on, it was oversized but I adored it nonetheless.  I looked back at him and smiled. " It's so comfy, baby."

He nodded in agreement. " It is," he said. " And you look cute in it."

I blushed at the compliment, it was nice to feel appreciated. " Thanks." I whispered, kissing his cheek softly. 

He blushed at my kiss and lowered his head in embarrassment. " Oh no, it's hot in here." he complained, fanning himself.

I laughed at him, he was so dramatic. " It's not that bad." I said, smiling at him.

He shook his head; his hair flew to the sides and covered his face. I giggled at the sight. "I'm going to let you finish," he murmured, heading back to his room.

I watched him leave; his ass was so round and cute, I wanted to bite it. "I'll see you later, baby." I called after him.

He turned and sent me a flying kiss . " See you, Sana."

I watched him enter his room and close the door behind him. I smiled, he was the best little brother ever, he deserved only the best.

I went to the kitchen to cook us some breakfast. The sun was shining in through the windows, it was going to be a beautiful day. I took a pan and some eggs from the fridge, I started cooking our meal while singing a happy tune. My mood was excellent, I had everything I dreamt of.

The pan emitted an unpleasant smell of burned eggs, my clumsy ass  had messed up the breakfast. " No, no, no." I complained.

I heard the door opening behind me. " What are you doing?" his voice asked me. 

I turned to look at him and smiled sheepishly. " Just cooking." I answered.

His face scrunched up in disgust. " What did you do?" he asked, covering his nose with his hand. 

" I burnt the eggs." I admitted, pouting at him.

He moved closer to me and took the pan out of my hands. " As honoured as I am to have you cooking for us, I beg of you to spare my taste buds."

I pouted at his words. " I am not that bad."

He discarded the burned breakfast into the sink before burring himself into myself. " Your cooking skills are terrible but all the rest is top tier." he praised.

I giggled at his words, he was such a good liar. " Thanks, baby." I thanked him.

He pulled my face down, his hands cupped my  cheeks and pulled me into a kiss. His lips moved slow and sweet over mine, he tasted like mint and morning.

" You taste good." I whispered against his lips.

He chuckled and kissed me again. " So do you."

I pulled back from him and looked at the mess I made. " I am really sorry." I apologized. " I made a mess."

He waved his hand in dismissal. " Don't worry about it, we'll eat something else." he stated. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me to his chest. His body was warm against mine, his scent was so good, a mix of shampoo and male.

I leaned into him, feeling safe and happy. His lips kissed the top of my head, he held me in his arms for a while.

" Let me take care of the breakfast." he bit my lower lip and licked my upper one. " I want you to relax."

I nodded, my lips tingling with his kiss. He pulled away and started washing the dishes, he cleaned up the mess I made and cooked a new meal.

I watched him, his movements were smooth and fluid, his muscles moving underneath his skin. His hair was messy and his cheeks were red from the heat of the kitchen. He was wearing one of my jumpers, the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the hem was falling to his hips. He looked so cute.

He felt my eyes on him and turned to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

I blushed at being caught staring. " Like what?" I denied. 

He raised an eyebrow, he was calling me out. " Like I am the best thing you ever seen."

I giggled nervously, my cheeks flushing red. " Maybe you are." I admitted.

He chuckled and winked at me. " Then we have something in common." he teased, turning back to finish cooking.

I watched him as he expertly cooked a plate of eggs and bacon, he added a slice of toast and some milk too. He served the plate and sat next to me on the kitchen table.

" Breakfast is ready." he announced.

I took the fork and tasted a piece of bacon, it was cooked to perfection. " Mmm, it tastes amazing." I praised him. 

We ate our breakfast in comfortable silence, our knees touching each other underneath the table. The only sound was the clinking of silverware on the plate.

Once we finished, I got up to wash the dishes, he stayed behind me to dry them. I felt his eyes on my back, my spine tingling with awareness. His hand landed on my waist, making me jump in surprise. 

I looked at him over my shoulder, his eyes were twinkling with amusement. " You scared me." I complained, hitting his chest with my hand.

He laughed at my reaction, his hand caressing my waist. "Sorry, Sha," he apologised, kissing my cheek softly.

I nodded and turned back to wash the rest of the dishes. He moved closer to me, his front pressing against my back. His hands snaked around my hips and held me tighter to himself. I gasped at his touch, his erection digging into my ass crack.

"You know I want you so badly," he purred against my ear. "It takes all my strength not to bend you over this counter and fuck you into oblivion."

I shivered at his words; they made me feel so alive. I could feel the heat from his body; he felt like a furnace behind me. He licked my ear and nibbled on it; I gasped at the sensation. His hands slid under my hoodie and caressed my thighs.

"Sana," he panted. "Tell me to stop, please."

I shook my head, my lips curling up into a smirk. "I want it." I moaned.

He growled and turned me around, his mouth attacking mine, our tongues tangling together. I took charge of the operation, hoisting him on my arms and driving us towards his bedroom.

 I threw him on the bed and jumped on top of him, straddling him. His eyes were dark with lust, his cock was rock hard.

"Sana," he groaned. "Be gentle."

I laughed at his words. He knew what I was capable of and how rough I could be. My hands moved to his shorts and undid them, his cock springing free. It was perfect, a sight to behold, his skin red with arousal.

" Who does it belong to?" I asked him. 

He looked at me innocently, his blue eyes sparkling. " To you." he answered.

I giggled at him and leaned down to lick his cockhead. " Exactly. It belongs to me." I stated.

I took him into my mouth, swallowing him deep into my throat. He gasped at the feeling. 

I sucked him hard and rough, he groaned in pleasure. His hands cupped the back of my head and guided me. 

I moaned around his dick, he tasted good, salty and male. I licked him all over, making him twitch in pleasure. 

" Sana, stop." he whined. " Or I'll cum in your mouth."

I ignored him sucking his shaft with all my love for him, my hands stroking his balls. 

" I'm going to make you cum everywhere today, cutie pie." I warned him. " I'll deflower you."

His eyes beamed with lust. " Does it mean that..."

I cut him off. " Just trust me, and enjoy the process." 

I kept blowing him for a few more minutes before having him quivering under my ministration, his seed coated my throat. My tongue cleaned him from the leftovers before swallowing it down.

He was still panting when I sat up on the bed next to him, my smile beamed at his spent expression. 

" Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, still catching his breath. " It was good, it was amazing." he gasped.

I leaned down and kissed his lips, my tongue sweeping over his mouth. He moaned softly under me and deepened the kiss. 

We devoured each other like there was no tomorrow, with an impish smile I pulled away and pinned him down on the mattress.

" Guess what is going to happen next?" I questioned straddling him. 

His breathing hitched and he paled, he knew what was coming for him. He tried to struggle but I kept him in place.

" Please don't." he begged.

I licked my lips and gave him a cruel smile. " Too late for that."

He whined at my answer. " Not again." 

My hands moved under him and grabbed his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. 

I leaned down and licked his hole slowly, he tensed up in fear. My tongue danced circles around his rim, making him relax.

" This isn't so bad, right?" I teased. 

His body started relaxing under me, I knew I had to take advantage of the moment. I moved my head in between his legs and spread them wide, his ass crack was so inviting, his hole still untouched by anyone.

My tongue licked it gently, making him moan loudly. " You are so good." he complimented me.

I giggled and licked him again, my tongue dancing circles around his rim. I added a little more pressure, making him groan. I could hear his breathing getting heavy, his hips were moving up and down.

" More," he begged. His voice was deep and hoarse.

I added a little more pressure until I slipped my tongue inside him, he gasped at the intrusion. I sucked it inside and out of him, making him moan louder. 

" Oh god." he cried out.

My finger joined my tongue, stretching his rim, he hissed at the new sensation. " Relaxed, baby." I soothed.

My finger moved deeper into his hole, he gasped loudly. I licked his rim with my tongue, my mouth sucking it inside him. My finger moved inside of him deeper and deeper, he groaned loudly.

" Oh fuck." he cursed, his hips moving up and down. 

My finger moved faster and harder, stretching him wider, he groaned louder.

" More, please." he begged, his eyes closed in pleasure.

I licked his rim one last time and removed my finger from inside him, leaving him empty and wanting more. 

He paled at the sudden loss of the intrusion and whimpered. "I need it," he pouted.

I giggled; he was so needy and cute. My lips moved to kiss his scrotum before going back against his rim.

My hand wrapped around his shaft, while my tongue darted in and out of his hole. He groaned louder at the sensation, my hand moving faster and faster.

"Shit, I'm cumming," he warned me.

I licked him faster and sucked harder, his cock twitching in my grip. (My hand moved faster until he came with a loud cry, his cum covering my hand.)

I licked him until he softened completely; he lay down on the bed panting hard, his eyes still closed.

I crawled up his body and rested my head on his chest; he opened his arms and welcomed me in a hug. He kissed my forehead and smiled lazily.

"That was amazing," he praised me.

I giggled, my cheeks flushing with pride. "Did you like it?" I asked.

"Everything you do is to my liking, but your cooking," he teased.

"You are going to pay for your attitude." I smirked, crawling up on his body.

I set my pussy above his face and lowered myself down. "Eat me out, like the good boy you are." I ordered.

He moaned softly and grabbed my ass cheeks; he started licking my pussy. His tongue was so soft and gentle that he licked me with ease.

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with pleasure. "Harder," I demanded.

His tongue moved faster on me, making me moan even louder. His hands squeezed my ass harder, making me feel his nails. He sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it, making me shake even more.

" I am going to cum." I warned him.

He licked me harder and sucked stronger, his moans echoing mine. I came with a loud scream, my body trembling like an earthquake. I fell down on him, extremely aroused. 

I rolled on my back, my legs parted wide open. " Baby is your time to shine." I encouraged him. " I need you so bad." 

He moved over me, his eyes were showing hesitation. " Sana, I don't want to disappoint you. I might cumming in seconds." he noted. 

I giggled, I loved his honesty. " Don't worry, baby, I want to see you lose your control." I promised him.

He nodded and positioned himself over me, my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his shoulders. His cock brushed my pussy, making me shiver.

" You're so wet." he groaned.

" Take it." I whispered in his ear. 

He entered me slowly, his eyes fixed on mine. His lips pressed on mine softly, our mouths breathing together. My hands caressed his back and pulled him closer to me. His hips moved slowly, his cock thrusting into me.

" Sana." he moaned, his voice hoarse with lust.

His hands cupped my boobies, squeezing them softly. His mouth went down to my neck and kissed it, his tongue tracing circles on my skin. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

His lips moved up to mine and kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. He started moving faster, his cock thrusting harder and faster into me.

My hands grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, pulling him deeper into me. His moans echoed mine, his breathing heavy.

" I'm getting close." he warned me. His voice sounded strained with lust.

I moved my hips up and down, making him fuck me harder. His lips were soft against mine, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbling on it.

" Bear with me, cutie pie." I panted. " Pull out and cool off for a moment, you still have a long way to go tonight."

Whining he withdrew his length,  leaving me empty and wanting. 

" You are a very demanding lover." he complained, his face red and his breathing heavy. 

I smirked, I loved it when he was like that, all wild and possessive. My digits played with my clit, his eyes were blazing in lust.

" Cutie pie, can you pound me harder?" I teased him in a childish voice.

He probed  my entrance with his cock, his eyes begging to be let in. " Please." he asked.

My fingers spread my folds for him, and he slid into me, his groan filled the air. He started thrusting into me hard and fast, his body moving wildly on me. My legs wrapped around him tighter and my nails dug into his back. 

" Oh god," he cursed. " You feel so good."

I moaned loudly and moved my hips under him, encouraging him to go harder. 

His lips were hot and wet against my skin, kissing me in every place of my body. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, he cupped my face in his palms and kissed me passionately. 

My clit  was throbbing with pleasure, his thrusts were getting harder and wilder. I was so close to cumming. 

" Harder." I demanded.

" So greedy." he groaned.

" Just give it to me." I growled, my teeth sinking into his shoulder.

He gasped in pain and moved faster, he was getting close as well. 

" You are making me cum." I cried out. My pussy clenched around him and my body trembled. 

" Good Sana, make me feel how much  you want me." he groaned.

I came loudly, my pussy pulsing around him. A flood of juice leaked out of my pussy and soaked the sheets. 

His dick moved with ease, squelching sounds filled the room. " So god damn wet, you are squeezing  me so good." he groaned, his eyes closed in bliss. 

I came down from my high and stared at him, he looked so handsome and lost in pleasure. 

He opened his eyes and stared at me, his smile so wide. " That was fucking amazing." he praised.

I giggled at his words; his dirty mouth was so hot. His cock twitched inside me, and he started moving again.

"I don't know how much I can handle." I whined, my pussy was sore and swollen. 

"You will handle whatever I want," he growled. "Because you're my good little slut and you want me."

My cheeks flushed red at his words, and I nodded. "The lust made you more cocky." I opined.

He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. His lips brushed my skin again, kissing it slowly. He whispered in my ear, making me shiver. "Do not worry; I'm almost there," he promised.

"I want to ride you." I affirmed. "Let me be the one to finish you off."

He nodded and lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him and guided his cock inside me; it was still hard and thick.

I rode him with all my strength, bouncing up and down on him. His eyes closed in bliss, and his hips thrust up and into me.

"That's it; ride me good," he ordered. "Make me cum."

I nodded and rode him faster, my tits bouncing up and down, my hair flying in every direction. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them. He pinched my nipples and made me moan louder.

I was getting close too, my pussy clenched around his cock. I could see the lust burning in his eyes, his fingers moved from my nipples to my clit.

He rubbed it with vigour, making me lose it. I quivered on top of him, my cunt squirted again drenching him. My climax triggered his.

" Sana, I'm cumming." he moaned. 

" Fill me up." I shouted. 

He started fucking me harder, his hips thrusting into me like a wild beast. His moans got louder, his breathing heavier. His cum filled my pussy, spilling out of it and coating us. 

We collapsed on the bed exhausted, our bodies trembling with pleasure. I fell on top of him and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. 

He kissed my hair softly and whispered. " I love you." 

I smiled and kissed his chest, feeling his heartbeat against my lips. " I love you too." I replied.

His fingers tangled in my hair, caressing the strands. " You smell, get a shower." he suggested me. 

I got off of him. " Care to follow me?" I swung my hips languidly.

He shook his head and rested on the bed. I proceeded into the bathroom running the tub, I took my time nursing my aches. His touches and kisses still lingered on my skin, it felt good to feel his presence on me.

I finished cleaning myself and went back to the bedroom, he was with my phone in hands. " What are you doing?" I questioned getting closer to him.

" It chimed nonstop, someone bombarded you with messages." he explained glaring at me. " I had to check it." 

He turned the screen to me and I froze. 

There was displayed, a photo of me and my ex Mark, taken while having sex. Our relationship was going strong, we seemed meant to be. After the fatality occurred to my parents, I had to take care of my little brother but Mark didn't handle the situation well and I broke up with him. Even if we never had a proper closure. 

" I've been missing making you scream my name." my baby read one of the messages. " Fucking you into oblivion for hours." 

The messages kept on the same line, Mark complaining about how much he missed me and how horny he was for me. 

My cheeks flushed red in embarrassment, it was so mortifying. The voice of my baby was stained. 

" I'll get you back." those were the last words typed in the messages. 

My baby put back my phone on my bedside table. " How come you still have his phone number?" he questioned standing up.  

I shrugged at him. " He was part of my life for two years, I couldn't just delete him and forget about him." 

I watched him, his face was twisted with pain. " So sweet of you." his voice full of sarcasm. " You must be buzzing now that he is coming to get you back."

He collected his clothes from the floor and walked out, the door of his room slammed shut making me jump. 

I remained alone for a few minutes, my mind drifting to Mark's words. The thought of him longing for me made me feel appreciated. 

I  vividly remembered him, the way he used to ravage my body, making me scream in pleasure. 

My pussy clenched at the memories, it was missing him. 

I couldn't help myself and sat on the bed to text him back. " What makes you hit me up after two years?" 

Instead of sending me a message he called me immediately.  " Hi babe." he greeted me. His voice was so familiar and warm.

" Hi." I answered.

" Are you free to meet up?" he asked me, not wasting any time.

I bit my lip, my mind torn in two. My baby was already mad at me and this would definitely trigger his jealousy. At the same time, my desire to see my ex again was too strong. 

" I am not sure." I hedged. " I have plans for tonight."

He laughed at my words. " Plans?" he repeated. " With your new boyfriend?"

My cheeks flushed red at being caught, he sounded so mad. " Let him out of this." I growled at him. 

" Then you're free." he stated.

I sighed and rubbed my eyes. " Mark, why are you doing this? I broke up with you two years ago, you should be over me by now." 

He chuckled. " Can't you see?" his voice sounded so confident. " I do not care about the past, let's just enjoy the night." he offered. 

His words sounded tempting. " I'll take you home before dawn, your not so called boyfriend will be none the wiser." he promised. 

I nodded, my decision already made. " Okay." 

" I'll be waiting at your door in thirty minutes." he said before hanging up. 

I went to my wardrobe and put on a black top with a matching pair of shorts.  I checked myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed red and my hair was messy. I ran my hands through my locks to comb them and put on my heels. 

I left the room and found my baby on the kitchen, eating a plate of eggs. His head snapped up when I walked in and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

" Where are you going?" he asked me.

I chewed on my lip. "Out."

He frowned at my answer. "As expected, I don't even have to ask you with whom."

He shoved the leftovers of his food into the rubbish with contempt; the plate and the cutlery flew onto the sink.

He ran towards his room, while the horn of my ex's car beeped in the distance.

He stopped and turned to me. "Go, don't make him wait." His voice was full of disdain for me.

I observed him with pain, I could see how hurt he was. " I'm just going out, nothing more." I explained.

He scoffed. " Save it for Mark, I don't give a flying fuck to your excuses."

I shook my head. " No, you're wrong, I don't plan anything with him." I assured him.

His eyes were showing his frustration. " Like I do believe you." he turned his back to me and proceeded to his room.

Mark 's car honked again and I walked to the door. I grabbed my jacket and my bag and went outside to join him. I left my baby all alone in the house, I could see his face on the window of his room, he was staring at us with a sad expression. 

I sighed and sat in the car, it was going to be a long night. Mark leaned over to kiss me, his mouth hot against mine. My body trembled at the sensation and I moaned softly. His hand caressed my thigh, squeezing my flesh. 

" What did you tell to your boyfriend to convince him to let you come?" he questioned. 

" Mind  your own business." I scolded him, slapping his hand away.

He chuckled at my reaction. " Fine, we can have fun without talking about your new toy."

We reached a private club, he held my hand to guide me inside. We passed through the crowd and we reached the VIP section of the club. It was packed with people, the music was so loud that made my ears ring. 

Mark led me to the bar and ordered us a drink. " Have fun." he shouted against my ear.

I smiled at him, taking a sip from my cocktail. He had got more handsome with the years, his hair was styled to perfection and his beard was well trimmed. His abs were defined, his muscles toned. He was wearing a shirt that showcased his arms perfectly. 

I took another sip from my drink, it burned my throat going down. I felt Mark's lips on my ear. " Want to dance?" 

I nodded and followed him to the dance floor. The music was loud and the lights flashed so fast, it made me dizzy. The smell of smoke and booze filled the air, everyone around us was drinking and having fun.

Mark danced closer to me, his hand resting on my hip. I let him pull me closer and his other arm snaked around my waist. 

We danced for a while, our bodies rubbing together. The alcohol was lowering my inhibitions, making me feel lighter and more free. 

The lights flashed to a darker light and the music got slower, and a sensual song played.

Mark leaned into my neck and bit the flesh, making me groan. His hand went up my shorts and he fingered me, making me wet. He took out his fingers and sucked them clean, moaning softly. 

"You still taste delicious." he praised.

I gasped at his words, they made me feel so wanted. His lips moved to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine.

" I still want you." he confessed. " My cock is aching to split you in half, you know what I can do."

I moaned louder, my body responding to his words. His lips sucked my neck, leaving a hickey on my flesh. 

The image of my cute pie crossed my mind, my baby, with his pure eyes and cute smile. I shook my head. " Stop it." 

Mark growled in frustration. " Come on." he guided me out into the club car park.

Mark pulled me against him and kissed me roughly, his hands undid my shorts. I felt his cock hardening against me and I moaned in pleasure. His finger slipped inside my pussy and he fingered it hard, making me quiver. His lips left my mouth and sucked my neck.

" Let me fuck you." he whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine.

I shook my head, my hands pushing him away. " Stop." I warned him.

His face fell in disappointment. " Alright, just let give you my last present." 

His teeth sunk into my neck again, his tongue licking my skin. " Good luck with him when he will see you marked." he mused.  

I pushed him away annoyed by his antics. " Drive me home, idiot."  I ordered him. 

He smirked and helped me get in the car.  His hand brushed against my thigh while driving, his touch sending shivers to my pussy. 

The drive home was quiet, I could feel the tension in the air. I sighed when we arrived at my house, thanking him for the ride.

He leaned over and kissed me goodbye. " Goodbye, babe."

I reciprocated the kiss. " It's a farewell, do not contact me again."

He smiled at me and nodded. " I am sorry about your boyfriend." he mocked. 

I shook my head and got out of the car, slamming the door behind me. I watched him leave, before entering my house.

The house was quiet and dark, I flicked the light on and went to my room. 

I entered my room and put my heels down on the floor. My lips were swollen from Mark's kisses, my pussy ached from his touch. I slipped under the cover and closed my eyes, the memories of the night flashed on my mind.

" You come back at dawn and don't you even care to check on me." my cutie pie stated leaning on the door frame of my room. " Did you have a good time, Sana?" 

He was wearing my t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. His hair was messy and his eyes were red from sleep deprivation. 

I frowned at his words. " I just got back, I haven't done anything wrong."

He got closer to me, removing the sheets from my body. " Your shorts were undone." he accused me, his finger pointed to my groin.

I shrugged, feeling embarrassed. " It's not what you think." 

He trailed his fingers on my neck. " He gave you a bunch of hickeys, very proud of you." his voice bitter as hell. 

" Do not make fun of me, I'm still your girlfriend after all." I countered.  

He jumped on the bed and pulled down my shorts, his nose buried between my legs. " You still have your addictive smell." he whispered against my skin.

His lips sucked on my pussy lips, making me moan softly. His tongue slipped inside me, making my hips jolt up. His fingers played with my clit, teasing it mercilessly. 

" Cutie pie." I panted.

His head peeked out from in between my legs and he grinned at me. " Yes, Sha?" he answered. 

I  bit my lip, trying to find the right words. " I'm sorry, it won't happen again." 

He snorted. " I'm sure of that."  his lips brushed my inner thigh. " You came back to me and that's  all that matters." 

My fingers played with his hair. " You're mine, my own boyfriend." I cooed. 

His face beamed at my words and he crawled up my body. He settled between my legs, his cock already hard. 

" So let me show you how much I missed you." he kissed me.

His lips moved sweet against mine, his hands cupping my breast. His cock rubbed my clit, making me moan in pleasure. He kissed my neck and licked it. 

I bit his ear and sucked it into my mouth. His hands gripped my ass cheeks and he lifted me up, entering me with ease. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my pussy stretching around his length. He thrust into me hard and fast, my body moving to meet his rhythm. 

I licked his earlobe and sucked it, he moaned loudly. His hands moved up my body until they reached my neck, cupping it gently. He kissed me again and again.

His mouth moved down to suck my breast, his lips and tongue teasing my nipple. My hips moved up and down, his cock filling me up. 

He groaned in pleasure, his hips thrusting faster and harder. My pussy clenched around him, his body was rubbing against mine.

" You feel so good." he complimented me. " So tight." 

His hands squeezed my boobies, his lips kissed my skin. My body shivered at the feeling, he knew all my pleasure points. He nibbled on my shoulder and sucked the skin, marking me. He moved down my body and licked my belly button, his tongue making my muscles tremble. 

" Brace yourself." he warned me. " Time to get rough."

He let me fall on the mattress and guided my legs over his shoulder. He entered me again, fucking me hard. His cock hitting my cervix, making me moan louder.

" So good." I praised him. " Don't stop."

He groaned and fucked me faster. " You are so greedy." he complained.

" I'm your greedy little slut." I agreed with him. " Now fuck me harder."

He growled and slammed his dick into me, his balls slapped my ass. I could feel his pubes brushing against mine.

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his shaft. I caressed it and cupped his balls. He moaned loudly and fucked me harder.

His hand went down my stomach until he reached my clit. He rubbed it with vigour. " You are making me cum." I arched my back.

My walls clamped around him, I squirted all over him. My legs trembled, my body feeling boneless. 

He let my legs go around his waist, his dick still hard inside me. His eyes were blazing with lust, he was so handsome. 

" How should I fuck you now?" he asked pumping into me lazily. 

" You're in charge, baby." I conceded.

His smiled and leaned down. " These boobies demand a bit of love." his tongue lapped around the areola, making me shiver. He bit the nipple gently and sucked on it. My hands caressed his hair, my hips moving up and down. He moved to the other boob and treated it with the same attention, my moans echoed in the room. 

He sat up on his knees and grabbed my legs, he pulled them wide apart. His cock thrust into me so easily, his hips moving faster and faster.

I moaned loudly at the feeling, my nails digging into his skin. His hand grabbed my neck, holding me in place. I bit my lip at the roughness of his touch, his cock slamming into me.

" You want more?" he asked grinning at me.

I nodded eagerly, I needed it so badly. " Cum for me, princess." he rubbed my clit with passion. 

I wailed loudly at his words and came all over him, my body trembling like an earthquake. My walls clenched around his cock, his hips pistoning in and out of me. He fucked me through my orgasm making me see the stars. 

His movement slowed down, he leaned on my body kissing my lips tenderly. " You are so gorgeous." he whispered.

I hugged him tightly. " You are not so bad yourself, cutie pie." 

He licked my earlobe making me tremble again. " You know I love you." he admitted. 

My hands caressed his back and I kissed his hair. " I love you too." I replied. " Just remember it." 

He pulled out of me and admired my body. " Enough with the vanilla love, you gotta make me cum." he claimed jerking off his shaft.

I watched him with excitement. "Make me feel like a dirty slut," I begged.

He laughed and positioned himself between my legs. His cockhead was already leaking; he rubbed it against my rim.

" Get inside, you bastard." I complained, my pussy clenching in need. 

He chuckled and smacked my ass. " Shut up and be a good girl." he ordered. " You'll get it when I want you to." 

He continued teasing my rim with his cock head, making me squirm. My hands slapped the bed in frustration, I wanted him so bad.

" Fuck it, do it." I complained.

He finally slid inside me, my breath caught in my throat. I gasped in pleasure and my pussy clenched around him.

" You like it?" he questioned, his lips kissing my neck. 

I moaned and nodded, my body trembling in pleasure. I licked his neck and sucked the skin. He groaned at my touch. His hands cupped my breasts and squeezed them roughly.

His lips kissed me again, our tongues dancing together. His hips moved faster, his cock thrusting harder and harder into me. My legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him deeper into me. 

He bit my shoulder making me whine in pleasure. " Such a good little slut." he praised me.

I giggled and moved my hips up and down. " Yours, all yours." I promised. 

He nodded at my words, and with a twist he made me land on top of him.  He slapped my ass hard. " Get to work." he demanded.

I frowned at him. " What do you want?" 

He smacked my ass again. " You got two choices, but I'm going to make it simple for you. Ride me like you mean it." he explained. 

I giggled at his choice and complied. I bounced on his cock with all my strength, his moans echoing mine. He watched me with lust in his eyes, his hands cupped my breasts.

I bit my lip and continued riding him, his cock sliding into me. His hand spanked my ass, making me move faster. My fingers played with my nipples, pinching them and making me moan.

He groaned louder and grabbed my waist, helping me ride him. His breathing got heavier and his moans louder.

" How close are you?" I asked.

He squeezed my ass cheek harder. " In this position the view is too awesome to stop it." 

I chuckled and licked my lips. " Is there something I can do to help you?"

He shook his head, his eyes were still focused on my movements. " You're good, baby, keep it up." 

I bounced on him harder, making him moan even louder. I pinched my nipples and made myself cum.

" That is new." he commented. 

His hands held me down on his body, caging me in. My tits rubbed against his chest, his cock pounding me from beneath. 

I squealed at the new feeling, my lips sucked his neck into my mouth. " Baby, please." I begged.

His hand spanked my ass hard, making me squeal louder. " You want me to cum?" he questioned me. 

I nodded, my body begging for it. His lips brushed mine and his tongue slipped inside, making me moan. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth and nibbled it. The friction between my clit and his pubes made me feel the orgasm building. 

" Baby, I'm coming." I warned.

His lips left mine and he kissed my forehead. " Make it all more slippery for me."  

I nodded and came all over his cock. A puddle of juice leaked out of my pussy and dripped down on his balls. 

He moaned at the feeling and moved faster into me. " That feels so good, my cock is covered in your cream." he praised. " Good girl, keep cumming for me."

His hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him, his eyes blazed with lust. " Make out with me, while I 'm cumming." he ordered.

I nodded and kissed him roughly. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making me moan loudly. His cock twitched inside me and his hot cum filled me up. He continued to move his hips and make me feel him deeper. 

His cum dripped out of my pussy and down his balls. My body felt so spent, but I still felt the need to be filled up.

" More." I demanded.

He smiled and nodded. He rolled me on my back and moved between my legs, he started fucking me again. His dick was so soft and warm inside me.

I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy, making it so slippery. His cock slid into me easily, with no effort. 

I bit my lip and moaned louder, my orgasm building again. My hands squeezed his ass cheeks making him thrust harder into me.

He licked my neck and kissed it, his lips sucking the skin into his mouth. I squealed loudly and came, my pussy clamping around his cock.

He continued pumping into me with utter desperation to please me. " I'm cumming again." he groaned. 

His cock twitched inside me again and his cum leaked out of my pussy. I moaned in delight at the feeling of being so full. 

His lips left my neck and he kissed me, his tongue slipping inside my mouth. His hands cupped my boobies and squeezed them softly. He made me feel loved and cherished.

" Princess." he whispered into my mouth.

His words were so sweet; he called me like that when I was being a good girl for him. I nodded, and he slipped out of me, his cum dripping down his shaft.

His finger caressed my stomach, the liquid dripping on my skin. I gasped at his touch, my body still trembling. His lips kissed my belly button and licked the cum off my skin.

He cleaned my stomach completely and lay down next to me, his arms wrapping around my body. My head rested on his shoulder, and his lips kissed my hair.

The sun was beaming through the curtains, a sunny day awaited us. I cuddled closer to his body and closed my eyes.

" I do not have the energy to stand up and closed those damn  curtains." I complained. 

He chuckled at my words and pulled me closer. " Sleep, I'll take care of it later."

I nodded and closed my eyes. My mind drifted to the events of last night, my body aching in all the right places. 

" I'm sorry again for what happened last night." I apologized again.

He kissed my hair. " It's okay, I forgave you." he reassured me.

I bit my lip. " What if I will do it again?" I asked him, making him smile.

" My girl would never make the same error again." he laughed, and my hand caressed his chest.

 I sucked his nipple, swirling my tongue around it. " How did you know that?" I questioned, my teeth nibbling on his skin. 

He gasped and his hand grabbed the back of my head, guiding me to suck his nipple properly. " Because you're my good little princess." 

I giggled and kissed his neck, I felt so happy. I was happy that he forgave me and that he wanted me so bad. I closed my eyes and continued to kiss him, his heart beating so fast against my lips.

His hands cupped my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to him. I licked his lips and he smiled at me, his tongue tangling with mine. 

" My princess." he whispered. His voice sounded so happy. " Sleep now." he guided my head to his chest.

I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. His heart beat against my ear, his chest moving up and down while breathing. He was so warm and soft, I loved being in his arms. 

My eyes were closing, my mind drifting away. I felt his hand caress my back, making me feel so safe. 

" I love you, baby." I murmured.

" I love you too, princess." his voice sounded sleepy. " Sleep tight."

I smiled and closed my eyes completely, the darkness took me. His arms tightened around me, holding me closer to him.

His cum dried up on my belly and my pussy was sore. My limbs felt heavy, my muscles were tired. I needed rest and my cutie pie was giving it to me.

I had no clue how much I slept, I could only notice that my baby had cleaned my up the best he could without waking me up. His cum was still leaking out of me but he did a good job.

I could feel him looking at me, I opened my eyes and found him sitting on the bed with his phone in hand. His face was pure adoration for me,  he was so happy to see me awake.

" How are you feeling?" he asked, his hand caressing my hair. His touch sent shivers down my spine.

I licked my dry lips. " Thirsty." 

He nodded and stood up. " I'll get you water, I have already cooked something for lunch." he informed me. 

I smiled at his words. " Thank you." 

He nodded and left the room. I stood up and went to the bathroom to clean myself properly. I felt sticky and dirty, my pussy needed a good cleaning.

I returned to the room and found him with a tray of food in his hand. I blushed at him being so nice, he put the tray on the bedside table.

" I hope you like it." he said, his face showing his nervousness.

I looked at the dish and found it to be beans on toast and a cup of tea. ( A/N: aware she hates beans.) 

I indulged him and smiled at him. " Looks delicious."

He grinned at my words. " Great." he pulled the chair and sat in front of me.

I started eating the dish, it was not so bad as I imagined. The beans were not mushy and the toast was still crispy. My baby had done a great job. I drank from my cup and looked at him with appreciation.

" This is yummy." I praised.

His face beamed at my words, he looked so proud. His hand caressed my thigh softly, making me blush. 

I finished my meal and put the plate on the tray. I took a sip of my tea, looking at him from beneath my lashes.

" What do you want to do?" I asked. " We can watch a movie." 

He smirked at my words and his hand cupped my pussy. " This is the best movie for me."

I squealed at his touch and he pulled my panties down, revealing my pussy. He leaned over and licked it slowly, his tongue making me quiver.

" Cutie pie." I gasped. " I feel too sore." 

He kissed my inner thigh softly and looked at me. " I won't touch your folds, just let me workship your magnificent legs." he purred. " Let me kiss these soft thighs, your cutie pie needs something to lick."

His lips trailed kisses all over my thighs, his teeth nibbling the skin. My pussy clenched at his words, it was so hot. " Do it." I conceded.  

His lips moved down my body until they reached my thigh; he sucked the skin into his mouth and licked it. I squealed at the feeling.

He did the same on the other thigh, and I moaned louder. My nails dug into the sheets, my body shivering with pleasure.

I leaned back and closed my eyes, enjoying his ministrations. His fingers caressed my kneecaps softly, and I shuddered at the feeling. His mouth licked my ankle, and I giggled at the ticklishness.

He pulled my foot closer to his face and licked my toes. His hands squeezed my calf, and I squealed at his roughness. I tried to pull away, but he held me tight.

"Stay still," he admonished me. "Or you will have to take punishment."

His words made me shiver, I loved his dirty talk. I nodded at him and let him continue his workship of my body.

His lips brushed my instep, making me giggle. His teeth nibbled my toe and he sucked it into his mouth.

" You are so ticklish." he stated. 

I laughed and nodded, I could not deny the truth. He chuckled at me and continued his ministrations, making me feel cherished and loved. 

His mouth trailed kisses up my body until he reached my lips and kissed me. I moaned at his taste and wrapped my arms around him.

His hand cupped my boob and squeezed it roughly. " Do you want more?" he asked.

I nodded and moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirled with mine. His finger pinched my nipple making me groan loudly. 

I moved my hands down his body until I reached his cock and jerked it off. It was already hard, his moan echoed mine. His lips sucked my neck and his hand squeezed my ass cheeks.

" Princess, squeeze your thighs together for me to penetrate them." he whispered.  

I giggled at his words, he was so filthy. I turned on my side, with him behind me sat on his knees. 

His spat on his dick and slid  it between my thigh, making me shudder. His groan echoed mine, his hand claimed my hip and he thrust into me harder. 

His hips moved faster and faster into me, making me pant. My thighs were trembling at the force of his thrusts. His hot breath blew against my skin and I shivered with pleasure. 

" That's it, take it." he praised me. " Be a good little girl." 

His hand caressed my stomach and kneaded both my tits, making me squeal. 

" You are such a good girl for me." he murmured. " Your little legs are so soft." 

" Never thought someone could enjoy  fucking my thighs." I panted.

" I adore every single atom of your body." he stated bluntly. " Every inch of you is so perfect." 

His thrust became harder and his breathing faster. I felt his cock twitching between my thighs.

" You are making me cum." he whispered against my neck.

I squealed and moaned at his words. His hips pistoned into me faster and faster, I was so close to coming.

" Cum on my thighs." I begged. 

He groaned loudly and came between my legs. I felt his cum dripping down my pussy and I clenched around it, trying to keep it inside.

I felt so satisfied by him, he was so good to me. His lips sucked my shoulder, making me tremble. His arm wrapped around me and held me close to him.

" I gotta wash you up again." he laughed.

" It's your duty." I smiled back. " But not sex for the next day, please."

" Can we at least make out?" he asked innocently.  " A bit of kissing, nothing more." 

I chuckled at his words, his eyes were so cute. I leaned back and kissed him, his tongue slipped into my mouth. 

He licked me with passion, making me melt into his arms. My hands played with his hair, caressing it softly. 

He pulled away and looked at me with love. " I do love you." he confessed.

" I love you too." I replied smiling at him. 

His lips kissed my forehead and he stood up, he walked into the bathroom and ran the tub. " Need support to walk or can you handle it?" he questioned from the ensuite.  

I rolled my eyes at his question. " I'm fine." I answered.

I walked in the bathroom and watched him sitting on the tub, his dick still hard and leaking cum. I giggled at him and got in the tub with him. The water was hot and I relaxed into his arms, my head resting on his shoulder.

His lips kissed my hair and his hands caressed my body, making me feel so loved. His hand cupped my pussy and he cleaned it with gentle care, making sure not to hurt me.

" Thank you." I thanked him.

He nodded at my words and continued cleaning me up. When he finished, we washed each other and dried ourselves up.

We got back in the bedroom, he pulled under the duvet and I cuddled against him. 

" I got a different position I want to try with you." he murmured. 

" Tomorrow." I cajoled.

He chuckled and pulled me closer to him, I smiled at him.  We cuddled together and fell asleep till the new dawn. 

I had dreamt all night about the idea he could have had, so much so I had a wet dream.

" Wake up, sleepy boy." I  whispered against his ear.

He snorted and rolled on his back. "You are a very mean woman," he complained, his hand slapping my butt cheeks. "First you have your fun, and now you're waking me up." 

I grinned at him. "Come on, let's have fun."

His lips kissed me, and we made out passionately, our tongues swirled together. My hands caressed his back, and I moved my legs to straddle him.

"You are already wet," he remarked, his finger dipping inside me. "Someone had a dream, I suppose."

I blushed at his words, and he chuckled. He sat up and kissed me again, his tongue dancing with mine. His hand guided my pussy down on his cock, and I moaned in pleasure at the feeling. My walls were still sore, but they stretched around him easily.

"Ride me like a good little slut," he ordered. His hand spanked my ass hard, making me bounce on his dick.

I moaned in pleasure and moved my hips up and down, his cock sliding in and out of me. His hands cupped my tits and squeezed them roughly.

" You feel so good." he praised.

His hand pinched my nipples and I squealed. His lips sucked them into his mouth, making me arch my back. His hand played with my clit, his fingers rubbing it with passion.

" That's it." he whispered. " Cum for me, my princess."

I came hard, my pussy clenching around him. His hips moved faster, his cock fucking me harder.

" Such a good little girl." he praised me.

His hand slapped my ass and I moaned loudly, his cock was filling me up. I bit my lip and moved my hips faster, wanting more of him

I licked his neck and sucked it into my mouth, nibbling the skin lightly. He growled in pleasure. " Hold on and let me do it." 

 I dismounted him, he grabbed my ankle and made me spin on my belly, my legs fell open. He smacked my ass hard, the sound echoing in the room.

" I likes to see your ass clench when I 'm fucking you." his voice so sweet. 

I arched my back and he spanked my ass again, the feeling sending shivers down my spine. His cock entered me with ease, my pussy was so slippery.

His hands grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to him, he fucked me with all his might. His thrusts were so hard that I could feel his cock in my stomach. 

I cried out in pleasure, my pussy clenched around his shaft. My orgasm built again, his thrusts hitting my cervix over and over again. He rubbed my asshole with his finger, making my body tremble with pleasure.  

I bit the pillow to stifle my moans, his thrust became faster and harder. His hand slapped my ass hard. " Cum for your cutie pie." he growled. 

 " Shit, you are so deep." I moaned loudly, my hands holding the sheets. " I'm cumming." 

My pussy gushed around him, my walls clamping around his dick.  He continued thrusting into me, his hips moving so fast. 

" I had turned you into a greedy little beast." I moaned.

" Just for you, princess." he pounded me into me with wild abandon. " Take it all."

I could feel him getting closer, his breathing faster.  

" Fuck, cutie pie, you are making me crazy." I squealed.

He moved one of his hands and rubbed my clit with vigor. His thrust became erratic, his breathing ragged. He pounded me harder and harder, making my pussy feel so full.

His moan echoed mine and his cock twitched inside me. " I'm about to burst." he moaned. 

I looked  at him over my shoulder, his eyes were closed and his face so concentrated. His hair was messy and his lips parted, his breath coming out in gasps. He was so handsome.

" Fill this  pussy up, cutie pie." I moaned. 

His cock twitched inside me and his cum filled me up, my pussy clenched around him. My body trembled with pleasure, my orgasm building again.

" Oh shit." I squealed, my walls clamping hard around his cock. He continued moving inside me, filling me up so well.

I collapsed on the mattress, my body spent. His weight fell on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder. I could feel his heart beating so hard against my back. 

" Cutie pie." I murmured. 

His arm wrapped around my waist and he turned us on our side. His lips kissed my neck softly and his hand caressed my belly.

" Good girl." he whispered. " Such a good little princess."

His voice was so gentle and loving, I melted in his embrace. My hands wrapped around him, pulling him closer to me.

We slept soundly embraced, his cum leaking out of my pussy. I felt so safe and loved, I couldn't imagine my life without him. He was my everything and I was his. We were made for each other.

I woke up alone, I stretched my body and stood up. The sun was already set and I had spent the day in bed, sleeping.

My baby came into the room fully dressed. " Where have you been?" I questioned.

He smiled softly. " To the temple to pray for Mum and Dad, I needed a bit of me time."

I stood up and hugged him. " Next time take me with you." I requested. " We were, are and going to be a family, till death do us apart." 

                                           Hand in hand.You & me.

                                           Today, tomorrow, forever.

[lotuzies]

𝜗𝜚 humanizing your dr — and why you don't necessarily need it.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖⌗﹒ there are countless posts that will help you "humanize your dr", in other words, make it seem a bit more "realistic". now, although i am not against it, i mean sure, it's great for visualization, i'm not entirely for it, because it's following the premise that shifting requires a detailed process, requires specific steps in order to do it, and that's just not true.

i have seen many shifting content creators (specially on shifttok (get out of there) (seriously)) claiming that the reason why you haven't shifted yet is because you put your dr on a pedestal, then they proceed to "humanize it", listing a bunch of struggles you might encounter when you shift.

now, let me make clear the bottom line of this post: the way you perceive your desired reality does NOT influence whether you shift or not.

when someone claims that the way you perceive your dr is wrong, or that is something that needs to be changed/improved, they are reinforcing the idea that in order to shift you NEED something, you need to do certain things. (and thats WRONGGGGGHSJSHQGGAG)

shifting is simply putting your perception of this reality to another. that's it. that is the definition of shifting, that is the only thing you actually need to do.

as long as you keep endlessly looking for ways to try and stop putting your dr on a pedestal, the more you will keep persisting on the idea that something NEEDS to be changed, that shifting is this whole difficult process. and if you're familiar with the law of assumption, you already know where this is going, persisting = manifesting it into reality. and just like that, you end up in this loop of searching for something that doesn't exist in the first place.

also, this goes hand in hand with the fact that you don't necessarily need visualization. i do believe it's a great tool to shift, at least for me, but not a must due to the same reason i already listed above. so if you're not great with it, stop stressing about it.

so, it genuinely doesn't matter if you put your dr on a pedestal or if you don't even care for it as much — you are already there, the only thing you'll do is perceive it.

"alright izzy, nice! but how do i change my perception to there, then?"

ehhh, it's not really changing, it's more about recognizing it, because, like i said, you are already there. once again, nothing NEEDS to be CHANGED, stop chasing that "something", stop living in that illusion.

as to how you actually recognize it, i can't really tell you something concrete because it's different for everyone, and i'm sure you've seen thousands of methods, some may work better for you then others. what you can do is implement this new info into your attempts. (still, i can make a post explaining what works for me and why it does)

in other words: put your dr on a pedestal all you want, it's okay. WHY would that even stop you lmao?

also, lil side note: but i HATEEE when people say "humanizing your dr" (as in telling you that's what's stopping you from shifting) and then list a bunch of stuff like "oh you'll stub your toe!" "you'll get sick" "you'll break your nail!" mf if i shift to a reality where that doesn't happen simply because i am a god, then what. THEN WHAT. not everything needs to be realistic or logical. gosh. (it's fine if u do it just for visualizing tho)

that is all, byebye & go shift

[blakelywintersfield]

I want to add two things to this:

Firstly, the insinuation that the medicated version of you is different from the unmedicated version of you is a false narrative. We are not 2D creatures. We are extremely complex beings. There are many "versions" of you and they're all you. The only way to actually become inauthentic is to literally have your brain destroyed in a matter that removes your entire personality (think: lobotomy). Medications do not do this. Drugs in general cannot do this unless they destroy a part of your brain. There are so many different things that make you the person you are (your likes and dislikes, your memories, your mannerisms, etc.) and no medication is capable of taking all that away. People will focus on the things they've "lost" and believe "I am no longer really me", when the reality is that it's simply what they were known for that was lost. And oftentimes what they were known for were the severe symptoms of their health issues.

As an anecdote, I was known for constantly being bitter about being alive to the point that I made it a joke. A bitter joke, but a joke nonetheless. "I can't die, the gods won't let me because I'm their favorite thing to point and laugh at as I suffer" was basically the attitude I was known for. On the surface, it was a bit, but the reality was I really wanted to fucking die and I was miserable waking up every single day.

To add to that, I was also known for sleeping. Constantly. I also made a joke out of that but I was genuinely tired 24/7. I never felt awake. I never felt rested. "Gotta get my quad shot coffee and three Red Bulls plus a Rockstar Energy for my Sleepy Bitch Disease" type deal.

I was also the alcoholic. I wasn't an aggressive or angry alcoholic so it didn't seem like a major problem to many, and I handled my alcohol well (only blacked out once, only threw up five times in the entire decade I'd spent drinking). My go-to spirits, my boisterous and jubilant behavior (around others), and my ability to drink people twice my size under the table and still be able to walk straight were key personality points for me.

All of these things practically defined me. Whenever I'd do DnD with friends, those traits were always key to my characters. These were the first things most people got to know about me. One could say they were the authentic me.

And they were killing me.

Sure, those were definitely authentic parts of who I was; I wasn't faking any of it, I wasn't putting on a show for fun. But they were unhealthy and actively inhibiting my ability to actually live my life in a fulfilling, meaningful manner.

Nowadays, the "Sleepy Bitch Disease", which is now officially diagnosed narcolepsy, medicated with a very heavily controlled substance. I still get sleepy, I still take a nap every now and then, and I can still sleep 14 hours straight, but I no longer need enough caffeine to kill a horse to get through the day. I no longer have to take two hours to wake up. I can get out of bed and be awake within 15 minutes. I no longer have to take a coffee break or get an energy drink every two hours. I'm no longer known for downing so much coffee that people question how I haven't had a heart attack.

Today, I'm no longer known for downing half a bottle of vodka just to catch a buzz. I don't do tequila shooters and go nuts. I'm not a rambunctious alcohol-pounding party boy who still can't get drunk enough to get past his self-esteem issues to tell the dude he thinks is cute "hi". (I would never be able to get that drunk, even now.)

And the chronic suicidal desire and the feeling that life isn't worth living are handled with medication and therapy -- which leads into my second point.

Sometimes medication isn't enough, which means to say that it can help, but you may need therapy in junction with medication. This is common if your condition is more severe (though all levels from mild to severe can benefit from the med/therapy combo). And most people who say "medication isn't for me / medication doesn't help" tend to be the same people who say "therapy doesn't help" as well, and are the same people who tried at most two different medications and talk-therapy.

Therapy is expansive. There is a wide array of therapy. And just like the doctors that provide medication, if you have a therapist and they aren't helping, find another! Look for therapists who specialize in certain conditions or certain forms of therapy! Look for different therapy groups! Try hybridized therapies!

Sometimes medication alone can help, and that's wonderful! And don't think that just because your condition is severe, you have to find a specialized therapy to help as well -- if medication does the job and you're able to live your life comfortably, that's good! But if medication seems to be only doing so much, on top of seeing about trying a different med, look into therapy as well. I hit a wall with medication with the chronic suicidal behaviors/ideation -- but therapy (specifically Dialectical Behavioral Therapy or DBT) helped me change my pattern of thought (along with teaching me coping and communication skills). That, alongside medication which helped on the chemical side (sorta; biopsychology is a complex study and the chemical imbalance theory is extremely simplistic but unfortunately the easiest way to explain medication) resulted in me being a happier, more productive person. And I don't mean productive in capitalist terms (well, kind of; I can actually hold down a job now) but I can actually write, and plan trips, and spend my whole day doing errands and going out and having fun! I couldn't do that before as the so-called "authentic" me. The friends I have who've been with me pre- and post-DBT/medicine all still love me, and the feedback has been unanimous: they're all happy to see me happy and healthy. None of them have hinted at me being fake, or not myself (and they would -- I've specifically asked that they watch for any behavior changes that seem out of the ordinary, just in case). I've gone off my meds before and it was always hell, every time. Your unmedicated self isn't more authentic than you medicated self. Your unmedicated self is your unhealthiest self.

Is the person using a wheelchair not being authentic? Is the person taking antibiotics to clear an infection not being authentic? Is someone with breast cancer undergoing a double mastectomy not being authentic? Change is authentic to the human condition, especially when that change is to better yourself and your life.

Stagnation is death. Don't be afraid of change. You will not lose your authenticity, just the chains that keep you down.

90s movies: Psychopharmacology is as good as a lobotomy. If you take pills to treat your mental illness it will literally murder your imaginary friends and you will become a boring, lotus-eating conformist drone.

Me after taking my meds: drives the scenic route home to see if there are any geese on the pond and does a little dance in line at the grocery store and comes home to throw everything​ in my fridge into a stew pot because I can finally taste food again while singing songs at my birds in which I replace all the instances of "she" with "Cheese" and doing a Dolly Parton impression on the phone to my sister