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JACKPOT

Pairings: Gwen Stacy/Em Jay Watson

Characters: Gwen Stacy (Earth 65), Em Jay Watson (Earth 65), Betty Brant (Earth 65), Glory Grant (Earth 65

Words: 7014

AO3: link

NSFW 18+

Summary:

It's like any other day for the four members of The Mary Janes. Of course, Gwen Stacy is late as usual, and after a lacklustre performance on the drums, Mary Jane Watson takes it upon herself to confront Gwen on some suspicions she's been having lately,

EARTH 65γ

CHELSEA - NEW YORK

Being a workaholic vigilante isn't always the most convenient. Don't get me wrong, it's one of life's greatest pleasures to fly high above the city you and hundreds of others call home. To battle against eight-limbed physicists and electronic engineers with wingspans the size of her apartment, it was all so thrilling for the one and only Spider-Woman! Otherwise known as the beautiful punk-rock Ms. Gwendolyn Maxine Stacy. I'm sure you know the rest - a grizzled old cop always one step behind catching her, a normal school life at the luxurious Midtown High, and of course, her band; the Mary Janes. Well, to say it was Gwen's band wouldn't exactly be one-hundred percent honest, but as a co-founder and drummer, she had found quite a home with the quintet, when not narrowly escaping death in spandex of course… Oh well, it's not like she could complain all that much, after just a few more months she would finally be out of the prison called highschool, she was just finishing up her last year actually. What that meant for the band was up in the air, but maybe that was for the best, y'know? She had missed- ah, how many practice sessions now? Five- no, six! To say she didn't occasionally catch the dirty looks sent her way by the three wardens of punk would be… a lie. Look, it's not like she wanted to quit- things were just complicated. Gwen Stacy adored being in a band, it's been one a huge dream since she was tiny! But- with great responsibility, and yada yada, so…

Gwen Stacy was often late.

Just as grass is green and the sky is blue, these are facts of life- even on a day like today, where well after school hours have ended, The Mary Jane's had reserved the gymnasium for practice- better acoustics and all. Even from outside across track and field the sounds of Mary Jane's ear-bursting choir echoed out. After arriving more than twenty minutes after she was supposed to with bruises aplenty to show for it, Gwen had made her appearance and was half-heartedly playing along the beat of the song; sometimes late, sometimes dragging- to any of the others it was clear she was just somewhere else. Platinum blond hair bouncing up with each smack of sticks against cymbals, her foot nearly breaking the pedal being forced down in a syncopated rhythm. It was truly a testament to the quality of a group like The Mary Jane's if even like this, they still kicked complete and utter ass! The group's drummer would be given no break for her lacklustre performance, however. Even before the sounds of her cymbals faded out, Glory's sigh seemed to cut through it all. Both she and Gwen hadn't ever really spoken outside of this whole band thing, and as you can imagine that left things awfully tense from time to time.

"Should we go again?" Big bad Betty was the first to speak up after the echoing silence of the band's less than stellar performance, with a choice of clothes like that of Adam Sandler and a… strange choice of women - Gloria, of course - She and Gwen got along well enough, even sharing a glance as a droplet of sweat found itself just passing the side of her eye, finding herself a but too into her own drumming- no matter how kick-ass it may be.

Glory's eyes shifted to that of her beloved whilst the band's voice of reason leaned down over her own keyboard. "I don't know." She stated cynically, glancing over to Gwen with deep maroon eyes. "Especially when our drummer is dragging every other note." Was that a jab at her? Gwen thought. "I mean, dude." The pair's eyes made contact across the stage facing an empty crowd. Gwen's lips trembled just as they started to ready a response. As if she could talk, right? Luckily for the two girls though, the fourth member of their quintet decided to join.

"Hey, what did we say about arguing?" There she was, Mary Jane Watson. Who was once the prettiest, preppiest girl in school had now become an utter sensation in the rock scene… she's also one of Gwen Stacy's very best friends. With a twirl of her fiery scarlet afro, catching glances at both the vigilante, as well as the group's guitarist. "Gwen." Mary Jane, or Em Jay as she was called by the others leaned in on her mike, staring into the Spider-Woman's shining sapphires with matching jades for a moment that felt to drag on for hours. "You alright?"

While Gloria was annoyed, their lead vocalist seemed more concerned. It made sense at least, she was always late- sometimes coming in with bruises across pale white arms, black eyes, usually out of breath… Em Jay didn't think she was on drugs or something, did she?! The Hero thought to herself, swallowing a wad of spit before speaking up again. "Yeah- yeah, of course." Gwen cleared her throat, shuffling her stool further forward into her drumset with both hands occupied by the matching sticks. "I'm feeling Great." This was obviously a lie, even to Em Jay, who didn't say a word; at least not at first. The redhead simply let out a little scoff, smile included, as those glimmering emeralds turned away from the Spider-Woman, all with a slight sly smirk. "Let's go again-" the drummer spoke with a tinge of worry in her voice, both eyes darting around the stage to the trio of others.

"Appreciate the enthusiasm, but let's take five."

Mary Jane breathed a hearty sigh, turning to the rest of the band; Glory, Betty, and of course, Gwen. The last of which was sitting awkwardly on that uncomfortable hard oak stool that the school had been so generous to let them use during practice. Gwen felt a tinge of sweat run down the side of her temple, keeping both hands close, sitting still over her lap. Speaking of which, Gwendolyn Stacy was never one for- let's say overly dressing up, especially not for simple little rehearsals and practices. Between a tartan plaid skirt, black leggings stretching high and low- hell, the woman was basically made of legs - and a simple long-sleeved grey top - one decorated with the logo of a licensed brand over her left breast. It wasn't much, sure- but you try having some hella stylish outfits when doing a job like hers! She needed something easy to slip in and out of.

"Hey Gwen?" Once more, Em Jay spoke up, stretching out in an azure tank top, well- it was made as one from how she twisted and tied it to reveal her stomach, as well as a pair of well-fitting hot pink pants… god, Gwen wished she could be as confident as that. These thoughts were interrupted as the lead voice of the band continued on. "You mind grabbing a towel for us?" The group's namesake asked with visible sweat sweeping down her face. It seemed like Gwen wasn't the only one. That was good.

"Oh, uh- sure." She did feel a tad like a towel-boy for obvious reasons, but it's not like Gwen was going to take it personally. Standing up from the oak seat, it grinded against the stairs causing an echoing creek. When it came to Midtown High's gymnasium - just to the left were two changing rooms - one for the boys, and one for the girls. At this time of day, it hardly mattered very much. The only ones still at the school were faculty and of course the four of them. That being said, there shouldn't be any trouble with her going into the girls changing room for this, right? I mean, why would there be? With a small huff from jumping down the stage, Gwendolyn made her way towards the two rooms, unbeknownst to her with a pair of eyes following each step.

The walls were covered in a peeling pink paint, the ground covered in small drains and a number of showers lined up past some lockers. Typically there was always a couple of clean towels left on these hooks typically meant for bags and blazers. This was routine for Gwen- or the group at the very least. If it wasn't her going to get them, then it was Betty or sometimes Gloria… Gwen had to wonder though. Was she really spending her time wisely here? Spending her time practising with girls that didn't seem to like her all that much, well- other than Em Jay. Right now, while they were relaxing and talking she could be out there saving lives! For every moment she's not Spider-Woman, there's someone who needs saving- and who's gonna be the one to save them, The Avengers? Please, when did they ever care about what happened to the people in the city? Felicia was hardly the most heroic, so who was left? The police?! Against mad armies of lizard-people and ninja-army mafias? Gwen didn't think so… after grabbing the least damp towel in the room, she was about to make her way back to the others, all up until…

Click.

The entrance creaked open, and thusly shut and like any normal person would, Gwen moved away from the many hooks and lockers to get a view of the entryway only to see herself greeted by someone. With crossed arms and freckled golden skin, Mary Jane Watson stood between Gwen Stacy and the door back to their temporary set up out in the gym hall. Gwen clutched the towel with both hands as the pair stood in silence for a moment or three. Giving a small wave, greeting her friend with a lighthearted and yet curious, "Hey?" only to clear out her throat with a small grunt, staring the… surprisingly tall woman in the eyes once more. "Is everything-... Alright?" After all, what possible reason would she have to come speak to her alone in here? She was gone less than a minute.

What Gwen didn't notice straight away was that in crossed arms, Em Jay was clutching something by a long strap. "Well, you tell me." To Gwen's confusion, the vocalist threw the item towards Gwen, and what was it, I hear you asking? Well it was a backpack- one a sort of camouflage-ish green- a few different compartments, all packed with who knows what, and some pins too. One for the Mary Janes, a pastel pin with coloured columns of pink, white and blue, and finally one of a little black cat- a symbol of Ms. Felicia Hardy and her pop-funk career, when she wasn't out stealing valuables. This is when it dropped on Gwen, staring down at the packed bag at her feet…

This was hers.

Not only was it hers, but one of the zippers was open… and in Em Jay's show catapult of the item - not only did her notebooks and pens make contact with the damp floor - but a bug-eyed mask did too, one with hot pink outlines and a uniquely solid white mask, staring straight back at Gwen. Her eyes now wide with a look of urgency, turning back towards Mary Jane. "I thought something was up…" Em Jay's words cut through the air like a knife, taking long, echoing steps towards the much shorter superpowered girl, looking up with dilated pupils. "Spider-Woman though-... Well, that's something else." She scoffed, acting all high and mighty to little Ms. Stacy.

"That's- that, that's not mine." Gwen stammered, forcing her gaze away from Em Jay. Either the room was beginning to heat up or the stress may have started to set in on her, sweat falling down just past her ear while her voice stuttered trying to get out an explanation. "It's just a-"

"Oh- Bull. Shit, Gwen." Em Jay rolled her eyes, causing a more visceral reaction from the panicked vigilante.

"Wh- What the fuck are you doing?!" She snapped quickly back. "Going through my stuff like this!" She took a step closer- maybe to try and achieve some kind of intimidation or advantage here- but as it would seem… Gwen was around 5'6" give or take a couple of inches depending on the day- while Mary Jane was… somewhere over six foot. This tactic of intimidation was turned back on its head as without even a pause, Em took a step towards her too- immediately causing Gwen to back up into the pink-painted wall next to sets of bacteria-filled tiles, Em Jay's legs standing between the bag revealing all of Gwen's secrets.

"Shhh…" The redhead replied quickly after, holding a finger up to Gwen's mouth. "Don't be too loud… Glory and Betty are just through that door, you know." Was she… smiling? What kind of enjoyment could this girl possibly be getting out of this?! Still- as smug as she was, Em Jay was right about that. She would need to keep her voice down. "Calm it, Stacy." Gwen's heart was beating faster than it ever should be, and that worry was reflected in her facial expression.

"No! You think I'm just gonna be cool with-" In a flash, Gwen was interrupted. Warm hands with decorated crimson nails took hold of her cheeks, not even letting the girl finish before Em interrupted once again.

"Oh face it, Tiger…"

Her words were quiet, methodical. Like she had rehearsed all this- yet someone like Em Jay wouldn't need too. Her mystique comes so naturally, she's so cool without even trying, and with a grasp around Gwen's face, the de facto leader of the band held Gwen up till she was standing on her tip-toes, and pulled her in close. Gwen hardly even understood what was going on until her lips were drenched with the redhead's saliva. Her eyes bulged wide, and groans were made for moments while Em Jay held a tight grip on Gwen. She didn't want to say that she kissed back but that would be hard to say. Their mouths were open wide while this act was committed, the Spider-Woman's face turning a nasty shade of red, all the while breaths were hard to get in, while Gwen's groans and moans became all the less frequent while Em's curious tongue explored the recesses of her mouth, forcing her lips apart and slobbering over her top. It could have lasted hours, or it could have lasted seconds - but nonetheless, as Em Jay separated, Gwen breathed in deep- still with trails of spit and saliva keeping the two connected, all until Mary Jane wiped them away. Gwen's mind was utterly filled with questions and confusion- her heart rate off the charts and breathing infrequent. She was finally allowed to stand on her own two feet normally, but not before Em kept that firm grasp around her chin, forcing the vigilante to stare up at a disgustingly beautiful woman licking away the Spider-Woman's own spit from her own lips.

"You just hit the jackpot…"

Em Jay looked so proud of herself, all the while Gwen stayed in shock, staring up at the redhead with such a firm grasp around her chin. She was utterly frozen even after they separated, feeling Mary Jane's fingers run past her cheek and move onto her hair- sliding some behind her ear. Gwen was… confused. She hardly understood what had just taken place. Gulping, not just her own spit - but the vocalists too. "Wh-... What?" God, Gwen sounded absolutely exasperated, and from just a kiss too? Gwen was certain she wasn't imagining it anymore, the air must have gotten hotter, right? Why else would her face be so blisteringly red hot… still with the fresh taste of Mary Jane on her lips.

Em scoffed again, actively shadowing Gwen all the while. "What's the matter?" Was she being rhetorical?! Gwen thought to herself… "First kiss?" She laughed, saying it as a… joke?

…fuck.

There was silence between the pair, Gwen utterly unable to keep any sort of eye contact anymore - especially after being called out like that from a girl as… tall and- pretty as Em Jay. "...Sh- Shut up…" Gwen mumbled. Fuck, what was her probelm?! She was supposed to be a crime-fighting badass! Not crumbling to a kiss! Felicia's advances never made her feel anything like this- even if they were more playful but-... This lit a fire in Gwen, one she couldn't at all describe.

Em's face turned to genuine surprise, letting out a gentle and short laugh. "Aw, I'm sorry…" That hardly sounded genuine. "Did I steal the Spider-Woman's first kiss?" Gwen was ready to crumble from her voice. The low tone, how quiet she kept herself, the gaps between words… What was this feeling?

"Fuck you…" Gwen clearly wasn't all that good at this. Leading only to Em's laughs to transform into a crescendo of embarrassment for the young hero.

"You wish." Mary Jane managed to push Gwen further and further back- all until her entire body was up against a back wall. Her shirt stained with spit and face absolutely pink all over. Even her mouth was covered in Em Jay's own maroon lipstick, standing out like a sore thumb. She leaned in close, Gwen's face covered in the giant fluff of red hair, and the smell of strawberries, all the while Em spoke quietly into her ear. "C'mon, don't get pouty with me…" A hand with indents from years playing guitar made its way down to Gwen's covered thigh, one protected with a thin layer of black leggins, slowly making its way up and raising Gwen's skirt. "I bet superhero-ing doesn't leave a whole lot of time to yourself, huh?"

Gwen let out a sigh, trying her best - and struggling - to keep her cool through all of this. "It's- part of the job…" She sniffled, her flushed face becoming a deepening red whilst Em made her way further up her thigh.

"Aw… well, I guess I can excuse it if you're late every now and then." Her teasing was relentless, though that did make Gwen feel a little better, leaving the two to share a small smile… god, what was she doing? Gwen could've stopped this all at any point but she didn't. She's been staying here and letting Mary Jane touch her absolutely wherever she wants… all the while in the room just next to them were their two bandmates. It felt wrong, and yet she chose not to stop it. "God, I own merch of you, y'know." Em chuckled, trailing circles around Gwen's thighs - getting higher and higher up.

As it so happens, any merchandise of Spider-Woman is not endorsed by Gwen - nor does she receive any financial compensation at all, which… stung. "I'm honoured." Gwen mumbled out sarcastically, feeling Em's warm breath on her face as the two stood inches apart… When she was so up close like this, it was hard not to acknowledge not only Em Jay's height- but her strength too… She wasn't exactly ripped, but the girl had plenty of muscle, something Gwen took a very apparent mental note of, even if she still struggled to look Em in the eyes.

Em Jay let out a light scoff. "As you should be." She responded playfully, giggling along as her gentle grazing up Gwen's leg turned into a firm grasp in her upper thighs - causing an audible squeak from the poor girl. Her skirt was halfway covering Em Jay's arm as the vocalist held tight. Any sort of control that Gwen found through her comments of sarcasm became null and void the second her body squeaked from getting grabbed like a dog's toy.

"Okay-" Gwen stuttered out. "Okay, okayokayokay-" She hardly got out through such constant and heaving breaths.. Em's smug smile was a constant. She thinks that just because she's beautiful that she can get away with this?! Oh… Gwen may have been acting reserved, but with something like this, her heart was bursting out of her chest. Em Jay and her had been friends since-... Hell, diapers. They all went to the same preschool, and with Em being Pete's neighbour that's sorta just how their friendship came to be… though, Gwen has always known Em to be reserved. Maybe a little spur of the moment, but never something like this! What if Betty or- god forbid Gloria come to check on them?! Yet if she was so concerned why was she sat here with trembling knees, allowing the free hand of the adusk-skinned girl to move her neck to the side, lean in deep; covering Gwen's face with the neverending scarlet locks, all scented with strawberry, and allow her to bite deep into Gwen's sensitive, porcelain skin. Whimpering with shaking legs, both of Gwen's arms had to wrap around the taller girl for support, shutting both eyes and becoming lost in her scent while the itching pain and pleasure of her teeth mixed into one. "Em-..." Gwen barely muttered out, almost slobbering from just a few little bites.

"God, you bruise like a peach-"

Well hell, it's not like she was wrong. With a complexion like Gwen's, it's to be expected. Em Jay's bites stood out like raspberry marks over her sensitive-skinned neck. From the looks of it, that was a particularly sensitive spot for Gwen- who at the moment was trying her very best to keep her cool, staring into Em's seafoam eyes, the sort that put the poor girl under a spell. Maybe it was the atmosphere of this-... Highschool changing room? Or all the more likely it could just be Em Jay. She was able to push every single one of Gwen's buttons like this… she leaned back; getting a view at the heavy-breathing drummer and her beautifully marked neck, smiling at her work- still with a hand beneath her skirt… etching… further and further towards Gwen's-

…FUCK!

She froze once again, a shock running up and down her body as the callous hands of Em Jay finally made contact. It throbbed through her leggings and pants, desperately begging for the redhead's attention, whilst her thumb ran up and down the double-layered womanhood of Spider-Woman. "That's- that's not-" Whatever desperate excuse the young woman was trying to come up with for this member of hers was ultimately useless as Em's smile only widened. Keeping herself only inches from Gwen's own lips.

Gwen, even now - was literally under her thumb - both hands still clutching tightly onto Em Jay's arctic top. She was shaking from the way Em's toughened hands travelled up and down in such a rhythmic fashion. Her heart was in her mouth while this took place. Not wanting to say a word- just in case she stopped- god, don't stop… those thoughts echoed out loudly in Gwen's head as she thrust her thighs forward only a few inches, bringing them back in after… all for just that bit more of sensation - whilst fabrics kept her utterly trapped. She thoroughly messed around with Gwen for longer than she had any right to - knowing full well just what she was doing, with each finger trailing its way down the side of this pointing growth, Gwen becoming ever more desperate while only letting out small whimpers for the broad singer all the while.

"You're cute." Em joked, keeping the shorter woman clutched on for dear life as she teased her through those leggings… speaking of the leggings; both of Em's hands wandered up near the top of her skirt, getting a grip around the set of dark stockings and slowly revealing Gwen's pretty-pink pants. They were frilly- matching with her bra of course, and believe it or not excellent for tucking… though that aspect didn't shine through, as her entire member was almost all visible up till Em forced those down too- revealing a leaking, throbbing manifestation made from all of Gwen's love and lust poking and grinding against the denim of Em Jay's hot pink chaps, leaking herself on the larger woman. She pulled down both layers till they reached the floor, a spot Em would take too. Gwen didn't quite realise exactly what was happening until Em was on her knees in this damp changing room, sitting before Spider-Woman and her utterly desperate prick. Just a few minutes ago Gwen was berating her and now this?! The perversion of it all and just how natural it was for Em, she had to wonder just how common of an occurrence this was… maybe it's best left not to think about- especially as her perfectly methodical hands began to run up and down Gwen's dripping shaft, fit with hearty breaths from the pierced hero. "Jesus Christ…" She seemed surprised, her eyes moving from the desperate shaft up to a desperate hero. "You seriously are a virgin, huh."

"Th- THAT is not what I said!" Gwen's blossoming pink cheeks flourished once again, her pale hand making contact with the comparatively much more tawny skin of Em.

"Yeah, but it's what you meant!" The vocalist laughed out, having to stop herself under the worry that their bandmates would hear, covering her own mouth under stifled laughs, her teasing hand perpetually leaving the vigilante wanting so much more.

"Still, it's surprising…" Em's low tone was heard once again, as her hand stopped pleasuring the pleading member of the drummer, only to lean in beneath it - shadowing over her face as she allowed Gwen's womanhood to cover one of her own eyes - taking in everything about it - the size, texture, smell… even pecking the underside, leaving to an understandable reaction of twitching. "You'd think everyone would be lining up to get dicked down by Spider-Woman…"

Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck, Gwen couldn't deal with this. She had to cover her mouth out of the pure shock of hearing that. Sure, Em could be a little profane sometimes but… nothing like that. It was as if she knew just what to say to hit deep into Gwen's soul. "Well, it sounds dumb if you say it like that-" Gwen pouted in embarrassment.

"I don't think it's dumb..."

She smiled wide, her voice barely audible, clearly in this almost entirely for Gwen's reactions… or maybe she just had a thing for superheroes. No matter the reason, Em Jay ran her tongue over her maroon lipstick, whilst a little over five inches of Gwen lined itself up with her mouth - all the while they kept eye contact, the sensual, seductive, tempting eyes of Mary Jane staring deep into her own soul as she lunged down like a predator onto its prey, overtaking all of the poor girl till there was absolutely nothing left. The sounds from Gwen could hardly be contained - forcefully covering her own mouth as a harmony of pleasure made its way through, muffled to hell and back.

Gwen's legs were shaking as the band's vocalist drooled on the marble floor under her… a hand found itself in the endless abyss of Em's hair, holding her eyes up to make contact with her all the way through this. She sounded like a pornstar and looked like a goddess, knowing exactly what would turn Gwen into a complete mess. You could tell the confidence boost that the redhead was getting from this, down on her knees giving head to Spider-Woman? It's hardly something that most people could say… actually/ she's the only one that could say it. Em kept both hands firmly grasped on Gwen's sides, pulling her skirt up the way so it wouldn't get in the way at all. She must have become tongue-tied with the way each and every part of Gwen's member was tasted, wrapping her tongue around the Spider-Woman's member and taking it deep into her throat. If not for the support of the painted-pink bricks just behind her, Gwen would have rightfully lost all balance, breathing hot breaths as her fingers twirled around strands of Em Jay's hair, her bewitching gaze speaking in languages far beyond those of Gwen Stacy.

This changing room had become their lair of filth, the ongoing sensation leading Gwen to complete ecstasy. Em's lips teased her shaft in unspeakable ways, as cardinal lipstick covered Gwen with inconsistent thickness, clear marks of Em Jay's work up and down her drummer's frenzied prick. "Em Jay…" Gwen could hardly speak - finding true beauty in the utter smut displayed before her. The sensations of pleasure raised, and thus so did the muffled sounds of ecstasy, if you could make it out past the vocalist gurgling on her own spit, gagging herself on the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman, all until…

She stopped.

Even with the pleading sounds of Gwen, Em Jay allowed Gwen's soaking love to sit idle whilst she breathed warmly against it, licking around her now smudged lipstick as she savoured the taste, wiping away any spit still connecting her mouth to Gwen's twitching affection. Still, she pleaded, both hands running through Em's afro of scarlet, being met only by a smile in return. "Wh- why-" She begged. "Please- Em…"

This everlasting affection Gwen was overtaken with threw reason out the window. Mary Jane stood back up on her own two feet, shadowing the hero once more. She was still a little exasperated, swallowing wads of spit without speaking a word. Even she looked a little embarrassed. Messier hair, warm cheeks, and ruined lipstick drooling down past her perfect lips. Gwen's hands trailed behind Em once more - holding onto the back of her shirt just as she had done prior, pushing herself up against her - her sodden cock ready to burst with utter lust, grinding against the pink denim covering Em's crotch. Gwen looked utterly desperate… Well, Em Jay made this mess, didn't she? Wouldn't it be her job to clean it up?

"Have a little patience…"

Through Gwen's euphoria, she could hardly follow her bandmate's words, pleading sapphires staring up at Em, complete desperation taking over. All interrupted by the echoing sound of a belt unbuckling. The strip of leather fell to the floor as the space between the pair became null. Em didn't leave the poor vigilante with any room to breathe, their bodies moulding into one another which left Stacy in complete ecstasy. "I appreciate the enthusiasm, believe me-" Em gripped Gwen's collar tight, pulling her up to stand on the ends of her feet, pulling her in close- both of their red hot cheeks making contact. With full lips, she whispered to Gwen. "But you gotta calm down, tiger."

"Alright…"

God, it was hard to keep it cool when she was this close… Gwen's head was completely clouded by thoughts from a girl who just a little while ago she was pissed at… what was her goal here? Gwen wondered to herself. This couldn't be blackmail- Em was hardly that type of person… or did she just… want to do it with a hero? Or was it more like-... she wanted to do it with Spider-Woman… Did she want to see what made Spider-Woman tick? What made her squeak, squeal, scream? N-No, that couldn't be it! Gwen needed to calm down, she wasn't Felicia! Ugh, thinking about this was useless while her head was spinning like this. Everything about Em, her looks, her smell, her voice. The marks on her neck still stung with pleasure- while she listened to the sounds of Em stripping off her bottom half, licking off the pink pants into the same pile as Gwen's own bag and suit. To say Em Jay was skinny would be a lie. She didn't have the so-called perfect body, yet she looked absolutely stunning no matter the day. Whatever rolls she had or stretch marks making their way up her sides she had only made Gwen love her further. On top of that she was particularly… gifted in certain aspects, far more than Gwen, much to the blonde's dismay.

She positioned her body just adjacent to Gwen's. The warm embrace of Em's inner thighs covering the drummer's leaking womanhood. The vocalist placed a hand on Gwen's cheek, her palm practically sizzling from the heat. "Let's see just how spectacular you are, hm?" she laughed, leaving a small peck on the girl's forehead.

"You're not funny…" Yet Gwen couldn't help but smile, she sighed and shook her yet, but still smiled. Those more petite and pale hands moving to Em's revealed sides, staring up while their bodies yearned for one another - the two seconds away from jumping on one another like savage dogs. Mary Jane's hands trailed all the way down to a thin piece of fabric keeping her damp entrance from Gwen's own desperate sex, taking two hands, placing her head on the hero's shoulder as they dropped to the floor, staying between her ankles as Gwen's member bore witness to a small taste of Mary Jane's dampening flower, her miraculous fingers keeping her entrance bare and open… she had dark red hairs springing up all the way to her stomach, getting progressively thinner the higher up it all went… wait, did she not shave her body hair? Ugh, for some reason that left Gwen wanting her even more! Maybe it was something about the attitude of not caring what others think of you, or maybe the addition of this ginger hair springing up over her body was just intoxicating to her in it's own right… m-maybe it's not worth thinking about. Not when Gwen felt her head tinge with the sticky substance… "God… you're- you're really not funny…" she swallowed her spit, shaking hands making their way to the bottom of this crop-top of Em's, and etching it's way up… while Em Jay lowered her hips down, completely engulfing the desperate girl.

To say that the sensation was pleasure wouldn't be doing it justice, Gwen's hand rushed up Em's shirt, every touch of skin sent tingles down Gwen's body - all while she managed to take a shaking grasp of-... Huh? Wait- was Em Jay not wearing a-... Well, it's on track at least. Stacy was hardly complaining, not when her hand was filled with such a soft piece of Em, while Gwen's member was slowly used by the group's singer at her own pace. Both of their breathing combined into one- Em making sure to get a firm grip of Gwen's hair, towards the back of her head, only encouraging her slow and methodical hip movements, the both of them overtaken with lust for each other, staring deeply into each other's eyes with Gwen's thrusting keeping the both of them in a constant state of sensation.

"Is that really all you got, Stacy…?" Her breath was torrid against Gwen's skin. "I'm disappointed." Obviously she was enjoying herself, but was she hoping for something else? Gwen gave her a small glare while Em just continued on, caressing Gwen's hair all the while. "I mean, I get it's your first time and all but this isn't exactly the mind-breaking experience I was hoping for." She giggled, leading to yet another look of annoyance from Gwen, and a smug one from Em in return. "You're not just gonna waste me like this, are you? C'mon, don't you just want to let loose and fuck me~?" The shorter of the two looked unamused, scoffing as the speed of her thrusts was increased, leading to Em Jay laughing quietly, all the while being groped by this girl she was provoking.

"Y-You're an asshole…" Gwen retorted, scoffing at this entire ridiculous conversation.

"Oh yeah?" The redhead leaned into Gwen's ear, still slowly allowing the girl's love to push into her, all the while ridiculing her for this performance. "I might as well just call for Betty and Glory-"

"Try it-" Even filled with such pleasure, the drummer still managed to give Em what she was looking for- a retort, leaning in closer, their their lips making short contact for seconds at a time whenever one took a breath, the two of them caught up in each other completely.

"You think I won't?" Em laughed. "You think I won't yell for them- so they can see what a fucking limp-dicked loser Spider-Wom-" In only a moment, Gwen's member pulled out - covered from head to shaft in Em's love, still strings connecting the two. The reason for the interruption would become far more apparent as both of Gwen's hands moved down- down to the back of Em Jay's thighs - taking a firm grasp and completely effortlessly picking the larger girl up. Her hands sunk deep into Em's legs, keeping this eye contact of love and annoyance as Mary Jane - for the first time today - seemed genuinely surprised. "Woah- hey, Gwen-" The feat of picking this girl up was one that no typical woman Gwen's height could accomplish. Em Jay was a ridiculously tall girl, and she weighed a good amount too. Yet it didn't even break a sweat for Gwen to get her feet dangling from the ground. All in a flash, she took steps forward to push Em against an opposing wall, hard. For the first time in the evening, it seemed that Gwen finally decided to show a little of those powers of hers, and not for no reason too.

Em wrapped her hands around Gwen's neck for dear life whilst her entrance dripped along the marble floor. Gwen pushed her entire body into Em's, moaning out in pleasure while the redhead couldn't even place her feet on the ground. She was perfectly set up for Stacy to thrust deep into, moulding out her insides with quickening speed, and for another first time today - Em Jay gave up that sense of superiority. She couldn't act above all of this while literally being taken off of her feet. Whatever confidence boost that the drummer received seemed to be doing an awful lot for the both of them. Moaning and squealing out in pure ecstasy. Mary Jane wrapped her legs tightly around Gwen- forcing Spider-Woman's body into her own as her pleading came to the forefront. "G-Gwen~..." She could hardly get it out anymore, the pair entirely having switched places. "Fuck, Gwen- what the f-fuck…?!"

"Shut up-" Even Gwen herself was shocked- either Felicia was rubbing off on her or this has caused Gwen to discover something about herself. With the pair's infatuation growing by the second, the drummer leaned into her singer, their lips colliding once more as saliva dripped down both of their chins, this kiss turning into something more primal, animalistic - not a single care in the world except for one another, their bodies moving in sync purely for one another's pleasure. This kiss was visceral, a mix of love and lust indescribable in any other context. The two were reaching their complete limit. Gwen could tell by the way Em's body moved, the speed of her sounds, and by just how high her voice got, moaning into Gwen's own mouth, tongues wrapping around each other while Em Jay kept a firm grip on this superpowered girl, the pair becoming one for but a moment as during this long, uninterrupted kiss - Gwen's love throbbed in anticipation - taken over by thie Lust she had felt towards Em Jay for god knows how long now - all of this stress from the band coming to a forefront as it's founder was practically begging Gwen for her to-

Fuck-

Their sounds were out of this world, holding onto one another until they bruised. Em dug those nails of hers into the vigilante and Gwen just not knowing her own strength as the pair echoed out in a melody of pleasure, liquids dripping from the pair down onto the ground below. Gwen's clear, sticky love melded together with Em's as it dripped down their legs… their grip on one another tight even now, not wanting to let each other go while they soaked the floor with a symbol of their lust. With all the smudged makeup along each others faces, the obvious bite marks along Gwen's neck, and the soaked spots on one another's clothes, how could they ever hide what happened here from the others but… oh, who gave a shit? These two certainly didn't, not right now…

"Sooooo…" Betty smacked her lips, leaning up against the side of this large stage the group had been allowed to use for tonight. "Those two sure have been gone a while, huh?" Her words were of course directed to Glory, who was sitting by the front of the stage - facing an imaginary crowd as she quietly tuned the strings of her guitar.

"Mhm…" She replied in a monotone fashion, her auburn eyes moving to see the pianist clearly, using both hands to keep herself upright as she leaned back.

"You think they're banging?" Betty asked this as if it was an entirely normal question and, to be entirely fair she was correct, so it would be a little hard to get mad at her for this.

"Oh, definitely." Gloria smiled at Brant's comment, crossing both legs as her second-hand guitar was placed down across her lap. The guitarist would've continued on, if it wasn't for the sound of the the changing room doors opening, leading her to mumble out, "Oh, here we go."

The two girls exiting the changing room looked… rough, to say the least. Gwen was obviously trying to hide her right side, and though any smudging had been wiped off with many of the towels, their actions prior had still been left quite obvious. The only major difference was that finally, Gwen had her backpack on - and of course, Em Jay had an arm wrapped firmly around Gwen's side - keeping her close even now. Now Gwen, she… seemed more reserved than Em after what had just occurred, her face red and quiet while Glory gave a wave to the pair.

"Oh… Jesus Christ…" Betty snorted, climbing atop the stage to get a clearer view as she began to giggle quietly to herself, only to be joined in by Gloria, laughing along until it echoed out, with any chance of an excuse well off the table for the Spectacular Spider-Woman and Mary Jane Watson.

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whitewarrior02 · 3 months ago

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White's After-Gaming Archive - Entry #1: I Don't Know What I'm Doing

To be fair, who does?

Greetings, my name is White and, as the entry title implies, this was a spur of the moment decision to record some of my thoughts after one of my numerous gaming sessions. I'll try not to make them boring.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Currently Playing: Genshin Impact, Zenless Zone Zero, Palworld

So first I should premise this with: I am sick, and whatever I am sick with has been kicking my butt something fierce. As such, most of what I've been doing has just been some busywork in most games. Dailies and the like. HOWEVER, I do have some thoughts of substance.

Genshin-wise, I am doing some clownshoes nonsense that is neither efficient nor practical, but it is something I am doing nonetheless. See, I only started playing in May of last year. [God, I have to start referring to 2024 as last year, ugh.] As such, I am behind on. Many A Thing. One of which is character story quests. So, in my catching up I noticed that completing one stage of the quest grants full Daily Commission progress. "Aha!" I thought to myself. "Surely, then, if I just slowly chip away at character stories I can avoid having to do the busywork dailies!" But honestly, it would probably just be faster to just. Do the dailies.

Ah well.

Four remain anywho; Chiori [ugh], Arlecchino, Sigewinne and Emilie. I'm... not in a rush to start Chiori's, she rubs me the wrong way.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Apart from that, Zenless! The cooler younger sibling of the Gensh. Dailies here are quick, though there's arguably more to focus on than Genshin. My current struggle is the ffffffffffffffffffFRIGGIN' DISKS THAT WON'T DROP. [Though I suspect this is a common occurrence in Hoyo games]

Lemme explain. See, much like Genshin you need to do combat challenges to get items to boost a character's stats and make them viable at a high level. In Genshin it's artifacts, in Zenless it's Drive Disks. ISSUE: each challenge has two sets that can drop and the drops are randomized for each completion. I recently got Miyabi, great character, currently underpowered, need Woodpecker Electro disks [Critical Hit Rate]. Woodpecker Electro also drops with... I think it was Soul Rock? Either way, Defense based disk set, useless to me since I have One [1] Defense character and wow I just noticed the brackets in Tumblr's text editor are misaligned that makes me mad.

Look at this crap.

Anyways, I have gotten a total of 6 Woodpeckers over the course of 4 days. Challenge completion grants you 6 drops per run. Everything else is Soul Rock and I'm gonna bite the deployment board at Scott Outpost in half.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lastly, Palworld- y'know this has honestly just kind of become a weekly report instead of like, a one session afterthought. I'll try and be brief.

Uuuuhhh, yeah, Palworld. Base #1 is doing good, pretty much self-autonomous now. Made sure to put everyone on low-work mode so they aren't stressed out and overworked. Base #2 reeeally needs some Pals at it but I haven't even finished creating the new main building yet. It looks cool though! Gonna build my way into the sky and get ...smited? Smotten? Hold on what's the past tense of smite.

...that... I mean it's Merriam-Webster but that still sounds wrong. Smited it is. You can't stop me Merriam and/or Webster. Anyways I'm gonna get Kadingr'd like I'm Finé at the end of Symphogear. The wild pals around Base #2 seem to want it bad enough, it could happen.

Aaaaand that's 'bout it. Entry #1 complete. Sorry for rambling, but I warned you it'd be my thoughts. This train of thought is specialized on off-roading and by anything it WILL go off-roading whenever available. You can't stop it. We go at full-speed BABEYYYYY

Still don't know what I'm doing, White

#um #uh #After-Gaming Archive

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glapplebloom · 3 months ago

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Thank you generation 4.

I started the MLP Revisit Series on November 4, 2019. 1885 days since then. That’s 5 years, 1 month, 28 days. Granted, I did a lot of other stuff related to Generation 4. Took tangents to review Equestria Girls and Fan Projects for example. And G4 will still be reviewed as there are still books to read and Pony Life to finish. But to end this series on the final day of 2024 was too good to pass up. So here we go...

WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF TOMORROW!! We join Celestia Recolored Twilight and Buff Boy Spike many moons after that last episode (and honestly comparing how Twilight looked in G5 plus the prototypes of how they would look in Season 3 of Tell Your Tail, much older). Twilight is asking Spike for help because her top student is ignoring the most important lesson of all: Friendship is Magic. Yep, like Twilight her age, Luster Dawn doesn’t think making friends is necessary.

She wants to do an independent study thing, like EQG Twilight, so she could accomplish as many things as Pony Twilight, but she thinks friendship is more of a distraction than actual help. She thinks since Twilight is ruling on her own without them and friendship fades away, why even make them in the first place. Twilight agrees that friendship takes work and doesn’t always last, and it leads to the day of the coronation. Twilight is Twilighting hard because she’s afraid of change.

While she’s ready to rule, doesn’t mean she’s ready to leave Ponyville. Lyra and Bon Bon are married and Twilight is worried because they have their own lives their friendship may fade away. Spike suggests talking to them since they may be feeling the same way. Cue all of them being busy getting ready for the coronation to really give Twilight the time. Each one in their own way. When Twilight confronted them about it, that’s when they broke down.

They too are sad about this big change as well and hoped working on the coronation would take their minds off of it. But with them all admitting, they get crying. After a good cry session, they realize they’re late and all rush to the train. Let’s just say things do not go as planned and it was probably the worst coronation ever. While Luster hears this story and thinks that explains how their friendship drifted apart, she was only half right.

Here comes the older friends. We see Pinkie with Lil’ Cheese, Rarity coming late since her business is booming, AJ and Dash entering together and Fluttershy coming in thanks to Discord. We continue the story with Twilight getting the Memory Book from the Clip Show and proclaiming that they will meet up once a moon as the Council of Friendship. Luster finally gets that while it is hard, it is worth it. And we get the final song which I think is the best of the series.

Over 5 years later, and I do not regret following this series. It is still as enjoyable as when I first saw it. And while I am sad that G5 was basically held back because of this series, it is a fear I understand. But regardless of how they treated G5, and how they’ll be trying to milk G4, this is a series worth being a fan of. And I am happy to continue to be one to this day.

Click here for the original review and how it fits in GLAB canon.

#green lantern apple bloom #mlp review #mlp revisit #season 9

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hekate1308 · 3 months ago

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Hushed, Dark, Familial A Drowley Advent Calendar December 23

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Christmas.

Dean didn’t care that it was just for kids, the holidays had always been special to him and would continue to be so, no matter how old he got, and furthermore, it had been a long time since he’d had a significant other to celebrate with, so he would enjoy this, damn it, even if it was the last thing he did.

Granted, he had not exactly asked for permission, but –

“What is this?”

“Hello to you too, Peaches.”

Crowley looked around then, very distinctly and rather haughtily, announced, “Demons do not decorate for Christmas.”

“And you don’t” he said happily, finishing hanging up the wreath. “But I do. Been a tradition since I had a place to decorate.”

“I seem to recall that this is not your place.”

“Ah, home is where you sleep.”

“I don’t”.

“But I do, so I get to decorate.”

”I think the Christmas cheer has gone to your head. There is a distinct flaw in your logic, these days.”

Dean barely managed not to roll his eyes, especially because if Crowley had really been upset, he would let him know, and this was far from that. “Yes, yes anyway, we still have to get the tree – ”

“Absolutely not.”

Half an hour later they were off to the small Christmas tree farm the forest spirits that had decided to make a home in their neck of the woods after they had been chased out of their wood by some vengeful family members kept healthy and happy all the year round. It certainly didn’t hurt that thanks to them, they could just take a tree home, have Christmas, return it and still have a living tree at the end of it.

“Hey Massie.”

“Dean!” she turned to Crowley and smiled happily. “Heard all about – thanks for your help with the Krampus. So how are you?”

This was clearly not something Crowley was comfortable with, but there was little he could do about it.

“Oh, you know me I’m peachy. Crowley made sure of that.”

“Hm” she nodded happily at him again and his partner looked like he might have a stroke, which thankfully was not an option, him being a demon and all.

“So I assume you want a tree?”

“Yeah, you know, Sammy is coming over and everything…”

“The usual?”

“You know I don’t really have room for –“

“About six feet. I’d say”. He turned to Crowley, who looked surprised at himself when he realized what he had said, Dean felt scarcely any les confused. When he had told him they were going tree shopping, he had assumed they’d get two small ones at most, and now –

“But of course” she agreed happily, “Let me just show you – “

Dean could have said a lot of things but felt it was probably safer not to do so, and anyway, who would be looking at the trees f he started a discussion now?

In the end, they settled on one surprisingly easy, certainly much more easily than some of the other couples Dean had seen over the years, not that he would ever mention that.

There was, of course still the question of Crowley’s present, which he had admittedly left a little late, but he had called in a favour from their bedroom this morning when Crowley had been making breakfast, so… And indeed he found a parcel when they brought the tree back. Through sheer luck, he could put it in his pocket before Crowley saw but then, he was busy muttering about the tree and how this was going to ruin his image, whatever that meant.

“So who wants to help me decorate the tree?”

“if you really think –“

But guess who did end up helping after all barely five minuets alter because apparently the branches were not allowed to bend down, no matter how heavy the decorations Dean had kept over the years were, and there was a right and proper way to do this, and oh my God how could you…

Well, it was all good fun, so he didn’t say anything except that he made sure he got to drag his partner into a corner for a proper snogging session, in Crowley’s language.

And then they were sitting under the tree and admiring their handywork.

“You know for a demon you’ve got pretty good taste, even if I do say so myself” he said, feeling rather satisfied about it all.”

“Of course you would say that.”

Dean raised an eyebrow. “If the shoe fits…”

Crowley glared at him, but it was somewhat hampered by the fact that he had a few needles stuck in his hair. Dean plucked one out, laughing. “Well look at you, Father Christmas”.

“Oh come here you – “

And then they were kissing again, and Dean’s heart was soaring, and it did feel like Christmas alright.

#my writings #spn #drowley #dean winchester #crowley #advent calendar

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umichenginabroad · 1 year ago

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Week 13: The Unseen Marathon, a Tale of Late Nights and Quiet Chaos

G’day folks,

I wish something had happened this week but its really felt like one of the most uneventful weeks of my time here. It doesn’t help that I am coming off one of the most eventful weeks of my life, but still, this week was school, school, and more school. Our roommate Viv, whom Joe and I pretty much only see on the way out to spend the day at the library, said it best: “When will you guys be fun again??”... not for a while I’m afraid.

Upon arriving back in Sydney, I decided to face what the next three weeks were looking like in terms of assignments. And pretty much 60% to 70% of every class’s grade is being determined by assignments, tests, essays, and portfolios crammed into the next couple of weeks.

One major difference I’ve noticed in schooling here vs. the States is the assignments' weighting and timing. If you plan on coming here beware of this. For nearly every class I’ve taken in the States, class material that you learn is almost immediately applied, whether it be a lab, a problem set, etc. It's a system I’ve become beyond grateful for since hopping the pond. UNSW and likely other schools in Australia essentially wait until 2/3rds of the semester is past and then assess everything you’ve learned up until then. It's frustrating because the earlier fundamentals are lost. If you’re not careful, you could very well end up in the position Joe and I were on Wednesday night.

Alright… it's 15 pages long… based on two labs we weren’t there for… and we can’t recognize half of the terminology…

*Yikes* Luckily for us procrastinators, the late penalty for every 24 hours late was 5%. Thinking ourselves saved at just a 5% loss, we worked through the night. Before we knew it we were shaking ourselves awake at 4:30 AM to look down at a report that was maybe 10% done.

The next three days made for the worst academic sprint I’ve ever done. It quickly became clear to Joe and me how little we knew, so we were left scrambling over 3 days clocking in an average of 12-14 hours of work. Rewatching lectures, tearing through scribbled notes, and working out our own hypothesis’ on what the questions were really asking. The last day was a 24-hour 12 pm to 12 pm session, all to get the thing submitted before more penalties could be accumulated.

Disclaimer, Joe and I conducted our own work completely but it was spiritually invaluable to not be alone and have someone else there struggling with me.

Outside of studies, we did make time for an exciting trip to an escape room with our New Zealand friends. It was titled ‘Lost in the Woods’ and we enjoyed 70 minutes of scrambling, gaslighting, laughing, and ‘No way!’s as the intricate engineering of the room unfolded with every solved clue. It's an expensive hobby but every time we finish we get told how well we've done. I guess we just can't get enough of the praise, I mean puzzles.

‘Till next week!

Grant Touchette

Aerospace Engineering

University of New South Wales in Sydney, Australia

#ipewinter24 #umichenginabroad #ipeunsw #australia #GrantTouchette

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kinetic-elaboration · 1 year ago

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January 9: Storms

Another brutal day today. I have yet again barely gotten any of my backlog of work done. This doesn’t really worry me personally but I’m a little paranoid about it because my supervisor noticed the number of carts I’m hoarding today… I wasn’t sure if there was an implied ‘don’t’ in there but in my defense one major distraction from work has been listening to her emotional rants about old admin issues that have come up in the wake of our co-worker’s passing, and another has been moving my office, something I did not ask to do right now but nevertheless completed in half the time I was given. That move is officially done, except for the ‘unpacking’ portion. I finished up this morning with the moving of my last essential supplies and all my various printers and electronics. I think it’s going to be a bit of an adjustment: the views are different, the desk sections are a little different, subtly so, but I’m not quite in the same part of the desk that I’m used to… but I also haven’t had much time there.

I’m trying, with mixed success, to keep things in perspective this year. S was yet again impatient to move the fucking filing cabinet. I had planned to move my shit at 10:00 or 10:30 and at 9:45 he comes in and suddenly he just NEEDS to move the cabinet RIGHT NOW. So of course it HAD to be moved in 2 sessions, because he had nowhere to put it but if he had just waited literally an hour he could have moved it in 1. I realize this is a him problem but I just hate this sense of being squeezed, being pressured. Especially, especially, especially, for literally no reason. I just hate when we insist on doing things the hard way when we could do them the easy way.

Anyway, I tried to do some processing, and I also did a lot of just running around, answering questions, keeping up with the latest news about the memorial and remembrance plans… My supervisor is going to be a pallbearer at the service and she mentioned that she had been wondering if she should give my name instead… I do not feel emotionally resilient enough to be in front of people while grieving but I actually did appreciate that she had thought of me as a library representative. There were multiple discussions, in person and on Teams, about all of this, which is understandable, but just a little overwhelming. I also spent about an hour looking through old library photos for pictures of her that could be used as part of the service or memorial. That was fun and also… felt right, but it was tough to think, like, I can’t ask her about this, I didn’t know about that. I felt like I knew her well but there was so much I didn’t know. It’s also sad to see all these old print photos and to think… we don’t document things as well anymore. We don’t do as many events but we also just don’t take photos, especially not communal photos and especially not physical photos. Truly a sign of a world going downhill.

Finally, I settled in to listen to some loud music on my headphones and process books, when my supervisor asked if I was going home early. I asked if she meant for weather or emotional reasons. She said there had been an email about the university “granting liberal leave policies” because of the storm (which had already closed all the local k-12s and daycares)—which is another way of saying the university wants us off their property but we have to use our own leave to do it because they’re pussies who won’t just close the school. I decided to leave early, but I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, so it was maybe a bad idea. Maybe I should have stayed an hour later and left an hour earlier. I would have gotten home before dark still and otherwise been better off. It was very rainy on my way to the bus, windy but without rain on my way to my apartment. But the rain picked up again later and we had a tornado warning. I got home and ate a late lunch, then sat around waiting for my timesheet to be opened back up again. When it wasn’t by six, I gave up and took a nap.

The nap was good in a I-am-in-a-cocoon-where-I-belong way. It was hard to pull myself out. Then I had to warm up again slowly. I eventually scrounged up some stuff for dinner. I still haven’t taken a shower. I still need to do that, pack up a couple things in my bag for tomorrow, and work on my drawer fic, which I’ve worked on every day since the 2nd, which means it’s a streak I rather care about keeping up. I also actively look forward to it. It’s a good way to finish my day.

I really need tomorrow to be easier. I need the work day to be quieter. I need to feel productive. I need to come home and have a normal evening and follow the new routine I’m trying to establish, or re-establish really, for 2024. I need to get some proper rest. I understand it’s okay to be miserable now; it’s appropriate to be sad. But I just worry that I can’t sustain too many days in a row like the last couple—that’s how brutal they’ve been. I’m afraid I’ll start crying at work or be unable to get out of bed in the morning or trip on the sidewalk and break my ankle, or some other kind of ‘it’s quite all of a sudden too MUCH’ moment. I’m just trying to stave that off from happening.

#the year 2024 #2024: rl

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storybyboysforboys · 1 year ago

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This is a story about Justin, my swimmer friend. Justin is a tall 16-year-old boy with muscular body, tanned skin, manly look, and has a deep voice, and I obviously has feelings for him. We went to the same swimming centre near our houses area but we didn't go to the same school. However, Justin is so popular and most of my schoolmates know him. Everybody likes to talk about him and one day, someone said that he has stuggled a little bit to balance off his swimming and academic that he might be pulled out from the swimming team.

So I went to the swimming centre to find him. He sat at the side of the swimming pool. Probably just finished training but he looked so sad. His eyes were empty. But looking at him drenched by the pool water dripping on his sixpack wearing just speedo made me super uneasy I could melt. But I set my head straight. I gathered all the courage and started our conversations.

"Hi Justin!" I approached him. But my heart was thumping like crazy.

"Hey, hi!". He looked at me.

"My name is Darrel, I just passing by here, are you alright?" I asked.

"I know who you are. Yes I am fine". He answered.

"You do? How?" My voice shattered this time.

"I always saw you looking at me. When I swim, you always at the side of the pool and looking at me." He said. "Not to mention all the time that you were always in the changing room whenever I took my shower." Justin added.

My cheeks instantly turned red and I couldn't say anything. Speechless.

"Hey, there is nothing to feel embarrass about. Come sit next to me".

I sat next to him. We had a small chat and it went pretty well. I talked about school and told him that I am good in certain subjects.

"You think you can help me with my homeworks?" He asked.

I nodded but in my mind I was scared that he will only take me for granted. What if he just want to use me to benefit him. I want him to see the real me. The one who adores him no matter what.

"Sure, I can help, when do we start?" I answered.

"Tomorrow?". "Sure, tomorrow it is".

The next day, we went to Starbucks for our study session. I arrived first. Suddenly I saw him walking towards me and damn he looked so handsomely fine in the school uniforms.

"Hey, thanks for willing to help me." He approached me.

I have to pretend I wasn't looking so he will not notice my red cheeks again.

"Ha ha here you are with your blushed cheeks again." Oops, he noticed it too.

I pretend I wasn't listening and we grabbed a couple of drinks and started our studies.

Since then, we got closer together and he is still in the swimming team. Sometimes, we went for swimming together but I was trying so hard to control my sexual urge. When we swimming and took shower together, of course I got to see more of him, luckily not naked yet.

Three months has passed and we really got ever closer than ever. One day, he invited me to swim at his house. He lives in a condominium that has its own swimming pool. I said yes because it would be fun. When I arrived at his house, I dropped off my stuff in his room first. He lives alone apparently. His mom and dad got separated and the rest of his siblings are with his mom. His dad only comes home once in a while because he worked on a ship. We put our speedos and trunks, got our towels then we went to the swimming pool. We swam for a bit then suddenly it rained. We got no choice but to get out from the pool. We went to the changing room but it was packed and there were only one cubicle available. He told me to use it first, but when I entered, he pushed the door's opened and entered it too.

He locked the door. I was speechless I didn't know what to say. He covered my mouth telling me to stay quiet. I pretend it was okay so we both took off our speedos and try to wash ourselves. When he pulled down his speedo, my jaw literally wide opened, and my face turned red. It was a circumcised dick, big and half-hardened. He looked at me and smiled. I was so embarassed. I turned to the wall.

Suddenly his hands are on my shoulder and wilding on my body. His right hand was reaching my speedo and slowly he pulled my speedo's down. My dick was already hard when he pulled my speedo. He grabbed my dick and started to play with it. He gently stroked my dick that was already hard. I can't say anything I was just biting my lips and enjoyed Justin hands.

"Are you enjoying this?" Asked Justin.

"Yes, so much." I replied.

"Can I suck it?" He asked again.

"Do it!"

Justin turned to my front and get on his knees. Slowly he lick the head of my dick. He licked all around it. I was so helpless I started moaning. Then he put my dick head in his mouth and slowly moves his head forward and backward to give me a wild arousement of his blow jobs.

Then I asked him to stand up and I got on my knees. I didn't say or think anything too much I straight away put his pink hard dick in my mouth. I sucked it without hesitation and he started moaning too. He grabbed my hair and even push my head harder so I can reach the base of the dick. I was chocking and its head has reached my throat. He didn't let me go from sucking so I was suffocated a liitle bit. Then he took the turn to suck my dick again and this time he did it more fastly and after a while I started to feel the urge to cum and I asked him to stop. I took the turn again to suck his dick and after around 20 minutes, he moaned louder and he groaned like he's about to cum. Shortly after that, his dick still in my mouth and he released his warm cum in my mouth. I was almost chocking but I swallowed a little bit and spewed out the rest. He was super satisfied and now that he's done, he asked me to stand up and he is now sucking my dick. I can't help it but to moan along with him and after a while, I cummed and this time on his face. He licked all my cummed and swallowed it all. He smiled at me knowing that I was satisfied too.

We cleaned up after that and went to his house. At his house, Justin begged me to stay as he was staying alone anyway. I said yes. Justin can't stop smiling and he treated me better than ever. He even hold the door for me and even brought all my stuff with him. We ordered food from Grab and then we watched tv. After we finished watching, Justin held my hand and said "Do you want to do more than what we did just now?". I blushed but I didn't turn him away. He picked me up and took me to his bedroom. He put me on his bed and he kissed my lips gently and vigorous. He repetedly kissed me and he undressed his clothes leaving just his underwear. I did the same thing too leaving us both in only underwear. He then got to my dick and start sucking it again. Just a few minutes my dick got so hard already. Then he point his dick on my face giving me the signal to suck it. I didn't say much but suck Justin's dick. It wasn't as hard yet but already filled my mouth. Then it got really really hard and I told him I was ready if he wants to fuck me.

He lifted my legs up and lick my butt hole. He used his saliba at first and the he grabbed a lubricant and lubricised my hole. He put on a condom on his long hard dick and slowly he put it in my hole. He started with the dick hole but that was my first time so I scremed a little bit. It was painful but he did it repeatedly but softly. In a while it started to feel so nice and pleasure. He put his dick even deeper. I grabbed his neck and groned a little louder. He then put his dick all the way and fuck I wasn't expecting this to be so painful. I screamed a little more and tears rolling down my cheeks. He apologised but didn't stop. I can feel his dick grinding my stomache. It was so painful I begged him to stop but he ignored me. After a while I feel the pleasure and I was enjoying the process but can't say anything but moaned.

"Ahhhh this feels so good, Darrel!" He claimed.

"Uhh uhh uhh yes Justin, fuck me harder!"

"Oh I will my love, I will fuck you!"

"Mmmmm ahh yes yes ahh uhh"

He turned me on the different direction and he fucked me quite a while. After around 30 minutes he laid me on the back again and while fucking he played with my dick too.

"Ahhhhh Justin!!! I will cum!!!"

"Yes, Darrel! Just come!"

"FUCKKKKKKK!!!!!!" I cummed hard and my semen squirted all over my body and oh his bedsheet.

"Sorry I made a mess"

"It's okay love, I will just punish you more with more fucking"

"Get ready, I will cum too"

He unplugged his dick and removed his condom. He got on my face and...

"FUCKKINGG HELL IM CUMMINGGG!!!!" He cummed in my mouth and his semen got all over my face.

Fuck! That was an amazing fuck and I lost my virginity to Justin. We were both just lying on the bed that night but I was worrying if this is going to be the end for us.

"Justin, can I ask something?" I asked.

"Yes babe, what is it?" He replied.

"Is this...mmm... I don't know how to say this.." I was reluctant but he cut my words.

"You scared if I will leave you and this is the end?" He said.

I nodded.

"Darrel, I like you since the first time we met. I just don't have the courage to talk to you. And I only fuck the one that I truly love and you are my first and I hope you are the last too. I love you!"

My faced turned really red and he put his arms around me. And that night, he fucked me around 3 times. We still love and fuck each other until now. And I hope we will still be fucking each other until we die.

#gay #gaylove #boys #boyslove #asian #asiangay #asiangaylove #asianboys #asianboyslove #boystoboys #asianboyslove #asianblstory #asianbl #loveislove

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tracinginwardinvestigation · 1 year ago

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Play #9: Talisman’s emergent narrative: making meaning out of chance

A few weeks ago, I played Talisman: Digital Edition with my friends. As its name suggests, the game is a digital adaption of Games Workshop’s classic board game from 1983, Talisman. The game’s main objective has players taking turns rolling dice to travel around the gameboard, fighting enemies and collecting loot before they can venture into inner zones to become the winner. Indeed, if that description hasn’t reminded you of a typical RPG’s gameplay loop yet, then the fact that the game’s aesthetic theme is western fantasy should cement that. That being said, the board game is definitely not meant to be a storytelling-focused game like Dixit or the typical Tabletop RPG; none of Talisman’s rules mentions nor encourages players to tell a story as they play along. Yet nevertheless, the emergent narrative formed unintentionally through our playing was what made the game really fun for us.

This emergent narrative caught my attention when after we finished our first session, one of my friends said that the campaign was fun and then proceeded to describe the experience in fantasy narrative style. To call our session a “campaign” reminded me of Dungeons & Dragons (my friend knows a little bit about DnD), and when I looked back to our playing session, our Talisman session did feel similar to a fantasy adventure: we worked together to take down the Sentinel, we kept losing our healths inside the harder areas, we made fun of each other when our lucks weren’t in our favor, and so on. The game was already fun to play as it was, but by describing the session in terms of DnD style, we also produced a fun story too. For example, this was our most favorite moment in our first session:

Reality: I accidentally lost my last Life Point by not paying attention. Unexpectedly, that death gave me a chance to turn the game around. When I got revived, I got lucky and drew a spell that lets me steal a powerful item from my friend. This one singular decision ended up having a big ramification to the point of leading me to victory.

Narrative: The Exorcist visited the graveyard to make a pact with the Devil. In exchange for his life, he gained immense power that let him steal a powerful artifact from his ally—a wand that lets him cast numerous spells. With this newfound power, obtaining the Crown of Command was an easy task for him.

Notably though, the way we created narrative here was slightly different from roleplaying: instead of acting in alternate persona in order to form a narrative, here, the narrative was formed retrospectively. None of us played the game with the intention to tell a story, and yet we nonetheless looked forward to the kind of absurd narrative that could be generated from our playing.

One specific feature of Talisman that contributes the most to the creation of this emergent narrative is the matter of “fortune”, a central point of playing according to Sarah Lynne Bowman. While Talisman has been met with criticism before for being too luck-based, I think half the fun of the game is dealing with bad luck. The unpredictableness of dice rolls opens up opportunities for us to laugh at each other’s misfortunes or to get surprised by an unexpected turn of event. Granted this randomness might not be fun for everyone, but for my friend group, who loves “stories so absurd it is fun” (it’s the reason we watch Riverdale weekly), Talisman is perfect for us! Even boring moments can be translated into something memorable, such as with our second run. New to the game, we were unaware of the Firelands Expansion’s difficulty, so our combination of the expansion with a specific victory condition that did not gel well ended up making the run horrible. To put it plainly, we had to end the run prematurely because it was miserable to keep playing when everyone just died every turn due to fire tiles. As a story, however, it was frankly entertaining to look back on: just a bunch of heroes who failed to save the world from hellfire, so they slowly burned in hell for their damnation sins. This sort of emergent narrative, which is resulted from unpredictable dice rolls and our interpretation of events, demonstrates the power of narrating: it can turn individual gameplay moments into a meaningful sequence.

Overall, I find it interesting that this emergent narrative is “forcefully” constructed by the players instead of being a natural part of the game’s convention. In a way, such a narrative making process can serve as an example of how players' experience doesn’t necessarily have to correlate to a game’s intended design in order for them to have fun.

P/S: I wonder what it would be like to play Talisman as a roleplaying game?

#tracingthemagiccircle #tmc_plays #tmc_impression #tmc_engaging

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steamishot · 2 years ago

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end of april

i’m currently at 95% program completion of my BS accounting degree. i need to complete my auditing course by end of this month, then intermediate accounting III by end of may and i am doneeee! i get so stressed and overwhelmed whenever i think about all that needs to be done (while also juggling work), but i remind myself to take it one step at a time and it’s not as bad if slowly chug along.

my director finally followed up on the new position/promotion he brought up to me in february. it’ll be a 50% compliance manager/50% payroll auditing manager role and he’ll send me the JD in a couple weeks. my manager let me know that this role would be an in-person thing (something my director did not mention). the way my director worded it almost sounds like the ball is in my court, i.e. if i want the job, i can have it. i wonder if this is a way to get me back into the office, as i believe i am the only one in the whole department who is fully remote (let alone working out of state). i can’t wait to see the JD, and hope it is something i am interested in doing. UCLA also announced that staff will receive a 4.6% raise this summer. ideally, it would be cool if i could get promoted and then a raise on top of that. if i’m able to grow and increase my income at UCLA, then i don’t see a need to jump ship and utilize my accounting degree. however, i do want to see if the degree completion affects my salary at all.

matt and i did a lot of normal people activities this last week he was off and it was great. i think this was the only one week ever that we didn’t have any morning plans for the whole 7 days, no trips planned (!!!) or no upcoming trip planning, and overall a very chill time. we did hot yoga twice, cooked hot pot/shabu shabu many times, binged how to get rich and beef, got takeout sushi, thai food, and fried chicken, visited the botanical garden and laid on a picnic blanket, and went for boba runs. we also got a PS5 and will be playing it takes two.

my bro SIL and baby are wrapping up month 2 of 3 in cambodia. my dad is also there and will be returning to LA may 9. my brother was laid off in january and my parents are concerned by the lack of urgency they are exhibiting about finding employment. apparently my bro is only applying to about 3 jobs a week (to meet the minimum requirement for government assistance).

i have asked my mom to jump on the wealthfront HYSA bandwagon for any money just sitting there. these days (she’s only early-mid 60s and healthy for her age, and her mom/my grandma is still alive and well), she keeps talking about “anything might happen” and wants to ensure that i’m her beneficiary on her financial accounts and that i’m granted access. it makes me a little sad.

therapy: we haven’t had couples counseling in about a month (half due to our own schedules and half due to our therapist calling out sick). however, matt has now met with gabbie twice now, and finished up the 5 sessions of EAP with josephine. there’s a lot to uncover in regards to his childhood and all the pressure that he faced growing up with overachieving chinese parents. my reddit friend K has face similar hardships (as have millions of asian kids - funny how many of the asian american media today have very similar themes), and she has shared much of her therapy journey with me.

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years ago

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Tattoos and Mischief

Tattoo Artist! Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 4483

The reader goes to get a new tattoo, and when Eddie's needle passes over a particularly sensitive spot shenanigans ensue...

Based on this Tiktok

Warning: Oral sex (female receiving), squirting, fingering, slight pain kink, tattoos, aftercare. This is unsanitary.

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The chime of the bell above my head made me stiffen, anxiety coursing through my body. I was already on edge and the fact that my presence had just been announced to whoever was in the tiny Tattoo parlor made me want to die. I wasn’t scared of getting a tattoo, I’ve had many they just have never required me to practically take my pants off around a super attractive, tatted-up, heavy metal-looking artist. Granted I wouldn’t really have to take my pants off, they were super flowy shorts so that he could get to my hip easily, but it still made me nervous.

As I stood fumbling with my fingers at the counter up front, I heard Eddie’s loud boots stomping through the building on his way from the back. When his mane of curly brown hair peaked through the curtain leading to his studio space my heart started to flip. He wore an old Iron Maiden shirt which he had cut the sleeves off of to show the full sleeves of tattoos running down his arms and well behind the fabric of the shirt. I imagined he was covered under there as well, with almost no inch of space left with virgin skin. He looked at me with those large eyes which always seemed to be excited whenever I met them and his smile was just beaming.

“Hey, Princess, back for another one I see.” He greeted me, coming around the counter to give me a big hug. We had become good friends since he had started tattooing me over two years ago, even sometimes hanging out outside of sessions.

“Oh, you know me, can’t go too long without having a new piece.”

He pulled away to lean against the counter. “So, You mentioned the other day where you wanted the piece, but never said what.”

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, head hung low, shrugging. “I’m still not too sure, thought I told you to pick.”

He grinned big, eyes mischievous, “Oh you know better than to let me do what I want.”

“Come on Eddie, I know you’ll pick out something good.” I urged him and he laughed, shaking his head before heading behind the counter to rummage through a drawer of filed papers.

“Well,” he slapped down one of the papers in front of me, placing a pen on top. “You know the drill, need you to sign this. And while you do, I’ll go finish up a few details on what I’ve been planning and set up, you know where my chair is, Princess.” Then he sauntered off to the back, leaving me to check off a couple of boxes and sign my name.

I placed the paper on the desk just behind the counter and continued on my way, heading in the direction Eddie had gone moments earlier, only slightly worried about what he had come up with over the past few days.

His space was clean, as opposed to the mess that was his home which I had been to several times. It looked like he had just whipped down the black pleather of the chair, still drying smudges of rubbing alcohol shone in the light. I place my army green, canvas, messenger bag on the small chair in the corner then go and take a seat in the big chair designated for me to sit in. My gaze wandered over the new inks placed out on a tray as well as the multiple sizes of sterile tattooing needles then to the heavy metal and playboy posters on the wall, shaking my head I laughed at the half-naked woman staring down at me.

While the front of the building was relatively quiet, from here, I could hear Eddie's music playing quietly from the radio in the corner. The new Metallica album, which came out only a couple weeks ago, plays from it. I laid my head back on the headrest, trying to calm my breathing. It was hard having a desperate crush on your tattoo artist, especially when you got turned on every time his hands swiped across your skin or pulled and stretched it to be able to do his job, that, coupled with the slight pain kink I had discovered a few years ago were sure to give me a heart attack.

Eddie came bounding through the open door a few minutes later, stencil in one hand and a coke in the other. “For you m’lady,” he offered the open can to me and I took it greedily, tipping it back and gulping some down, wincing at the sudden sting of the carbonation hitting my throat.

“Thanks, Eddie. So, what did you come up with?” I tried to peek at the stencil in his hands which looked kinda long.

“Nothing too complicated, just this.” He turned it around to show me and I gasped. It wasn’t as bad as I was expecting, knowing him it would have been some fire-breathing dragon crawling down my leg, but this, this was amazing. A long wispy, dainty stem with leaves growing out from it and only a hand full of flowers in various stages of bloom, sprouting from the vine.

“Wow, Eddie, that's actually really beautiful.” I gushed out, reaching to trace my fingers along the lines.

“I know it's a little longer than you had previously mentioned but I thought it would look better wrapping down your leg.” He shrugged, “I can trim it down, redo a few bits to make it work for just your hip and upper thigh though.”

“No, no,” I shook my head, “I like it, um, let's stencil it on and see what it looks like and decide from there?”

He clipped my chin with his finger and nodded, “Smart girl.” He stood over me and I turned on my side, lifting the leg of my shorts as high as they would go, which admittedly was pretty high, without exposing undying private.

Eddie got to work, taking a new disposable raiser and clearing away any hair I might have missed in preparation for the tattoo. Then he placed the stencil down, tediously making sure it was in the perfect place, snipping the edges so it would lay down nicely along the curves of my body from my hip to ankle. After it was all lined up, he was ready to actually stick the stencil on. I watched as he nodded his head in approval, slowly peeling back the stencil to reveal the image now on my leg.

“That looks even better than I imagined it would.” he gawked at his own work grazing my skin. “Here,” he offered his hands, pulling me up and guiding me over to the mirror.

I raised my pant leg up and admired what was there. It was really pretty, the stem didn’t fully wrap around my leg, only viewing off closer to the back of my thigh and calf than the front. The flowers at the top bloomed and drew fairly close to the inside of my thigh and hip. I turned and smiled at Eddie. “I love it so much.”

“You sure? I can still trim it down if you think it's too much.”

“I’m super sure Eddie, I think it's wonderful.”

His hand caught my shoulder, “Then let's get started, Princess.” He tugged me to the chair. I held myself back up into it and let him lean it all the way down so that I was laying flat. My heart bounded in my ears, no matter how many times I put myself through this, it still made me sickly nervous. “Gonna start up here on your hip since it's the most time-consuming part, then we’ll see how you're feeling in a bit and if you wanna keep going, okay?” He pats my hip as he looked me in the eyes.

“Sounds good to me.” I gave him a short nod before reclining back, taking a deep breath, and closing my eyes.

“Tiem for the fun part,” I could hear the massive grin in his voice. The sounds of metal and plastic filled my ears as he fiddled with the gun and needles then all of a sudden the buzz of the machine overpowered it all. “I’m going to lift your pant leg up, okay? Hold it in place for me, yeah?”

I reached my fingers down to hold onto the fabric, keeping it away from the ink and his needle as he began to work. I winced only a little at the surprise but soon it became normal, the slight pain numbing my skin. The feel of Eddie’s rough hands pulling at the soft skin of my hip over the bone and going down dear the apex of my thighs had my stomach flipping and my cunt clenching. I would say I tried to ignore it but it was impossible not to.

My eyes opened to peek at him and I was instantly mesmerized, he had tied his hair back in a very messy bun and the look of pure concentration on his face had me pulsing with delight. His brow was furrowed, tongue sticking out between his plump lips, eyes big and round, taking in his work.

I bit my lip as I looked away, trying to concentrate on the buzzing of the gun and the prick, prick, prick of it across my skin. Eddie was totally blissfully unaware of how horny I was becoming because of him and it was taking everything in my power to keep it that way. My hands were becoming clammy the more he worked, only getting a second of relief when he submerged the needle in fresh ink.

My lip-biting and wheel power only worked so long until Eddie passed over the bone. The needle passing over the super-sensitive spot had me clenching my thighs very noticeably and a low moan spewing past my lips. I clapped my free hand over my mouth the second it came out. My face already heating up and possibly bright red from embarrassment.

“Ya good Sweetheart?” Eddie asked, concerned.

“Y-yeah Eddie, I’m- uh, I’m good. Keep going.” I let out a shaky breath, hoping he just thought tI was frazzled by the sudden pain and not because I had enjoyed it. He took his gun away from the bone, deciding to give me a short break.

“You sure, sounded like it really hurt.”

“No, no, just surprised me is all.” I looked at him and he stares me down, face unreadable. “Really,” I assured him, “the new feeling just surprised me. Promise it didn’t hurt.”

“Okay,” He replied reluctantly, “but if it does hurt, tell me to stop.”

I didn’t answer him as he started back in a different, more fleshy spot towards the inside of my thigh. His hand smoothed over the skin, pulling my leg out a bit so that he could work easier. Now with one straight leg and one bent, I could feel the cool air of the room hitting my hot core. The flowy material lets all the breeze pass by my leaking pussy. Eddie had been tattooing for only ten minutes and I could practically feel my arousal dripping down my ass. I cursed myself, I so should have worn underwear.

Then, Eddie switched areas again, going right back to the bone. Another low, more drawn-out moan, came from my throat, “Fuck”. My pussy clenched around nothing, sending another wave of arousal down my ass, surely there was a wet spot now covering the chair under me.

Eddie pulled away again quickly and this time, I whined at the loss of his hands and the pain. My eyes were bulging from their sockets as he stared me down, besides the still buzzing gun, you could practically hear me gulping down the saliva which was accumulating in my mouth before it all went dry. My pussy fluttered at the dark look in His eyes as he began to smirk and without a word went back to the tattoo.

Shit, he knows. He so fucking knows. Why else would he look at me like that, with those eyes and that smirk? He knows.

My life was over as soon as another moan flew from me without permission as Eddie once again passed over the bone. I turned my head from him too embarrassed to look him in the eye now. I had moved three times and whimpered once when he pulled away. How could I ever face him again? How could I even begin to apologize?

I was startled when he spoke, voice raspy and rough, totally unlike how he sounded mear minutes ago. “You liked that didn’t you, Princess?” That nickname once a term of endearment now sounded patronizing.

I didn’t answer.

“Come on, Princess, answer me.” He switched the machine off. Without the noise I could hear my heart beating out of my chest, blood flowing a mile a minute.

I shook my head, too humiliated to answer aloud.

“Oh, I think you did. Why else would you be avoiding my eyes?” The sound of his latex gloves coming off made me hesitantly spare a glance his way. “Bet if pulled these down, you'd be soaking wet, huh?”

I shook my head again even though I knew it was true, even now as he was talking so condescendingly to me, my cunt pulsed, wanting nothing more than for him to touch, to play.

“Are you lying to me? I think you want me to make you feel good, that's what you want, baby?” his fingers trail over mine, taking the leg of my shorts away from me.

I nodded my head warily.

“Huh? What was that Princess, I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes,” My voice was scratchy as it came out in a whisper.

“Still can't hear you, you’re gonna have to speak up.”

“Yes, Eddie!” I practically yelled at him, too needy to be talked to like a child. I wanted him now and I didn’t care if that was somehow crossing a line or if it ruined any semblance of a friendship we had.

“Why don’t we take these off then?” Eddie waited for my go-ahead before he took my shorts off, careful not to let them touch the fresh tattoo. “Wow, would ya look at that? No panties, were you planning for this to happen, Sweetheart?”

“N-no, I just thought they would get in the way of you working,” I admitted to him, snapping my legs closed in self-consciousness.

“Ah ah ah, don’t close those legs, wanna see your pretty little pussy.” He gently pried my legs apart, lifting them so that they bent at the knee and my feet were planted on the chair.

“Fuck, would’ya looks at that,” he breathed, one hand racking back the stray hairs falling into his eyes. “So fucking wet for me Baby, you practically soaked the chair.” He helped to move my body, shimmying me into a better position, where he was now directly between my legs.

“Eddie, please.” I whimper, head thrown back. I needed him to touch me after he could look as much as he wanted.

“What?” he asked softly, smirking at me.

“Touch me.” I clenched once again around nothing and heard Eddie chuckle.

“As you wish.” With that, he slowly trailed his hands down the backs of my thighs, thumbs going directly for my lips and spreading them out with ease. “Mmm, you look absolutely delicious.”

He continued to rub his thumps gently up and down my lips, spreading the accumulated wetness around but never touching where I needed it most. Soft moans came forth freely now, I didn’t try to hide them, and sighs of discontent followed every time he would skirt past my clit.

“Look how needy she is already,” he cooed. I shivered under his intense gaze, hole quivering with want. “I could fucking eat you up.” He licked his lips as he started to lean in, mouth descending on my cunt.

“Oh fuck!” I cried feeling the intense heat of his mouth covering my entrance. His tongue lapped around my hole, tasting the juices that had been produced. His nose nudged against my clit, giving it some much-needed touch.

His hand, closest to my non-tattooed leg, tugged it away from where it was propped up, pulling it out to open me up farther. His other hand stayed, holding my pussy lips apart, but not for long. My hips started to sputter upwards, no longer satisfied with his nose just barely nudging against my clit. Eddie moved that hand up past his head and laid the whole arm across my hips, holding them down.

He hummed into my cunt before pulling back. “Don’t be greedy, Princess. Take what you’re given and then maybe you’ll be rewarded.”

“But Eddie-,” my complaint was stopped short by him going back to lapping around my hole but never delving in.

“Please,” I begged him, hips fighting against his hold.

He shook his head. “Fine,” he huffed, “only because you asked so nicely.” He let his tongue delve into me, gathering my juices into his mouth and swallowing. He moaned a the taste and I whimpered as his wet muscle pushed its way from my entrance all the way up to my clit. A sharp, stomach-dropping pleasure extended from that sensitive spot to the tips of my toes and fingers, causing my back to arch and my eyes to roll back in my head.

“Ah! Eddie!” My hands flew to his hair, holding him in place over my clit. He wasn’t being pretty about it, slobber and spit and arousal coated the lower half of his face as he ate me out like a man starved, shaking his head every so often like he was trying to nuzzle deeper into my pussy.

Eddie responded with short moans as he began to suckle at my sensitive nub. The feeling was so all-encompassing I felt like I was flying with no way back down to earth. My cunt was throbbing, avid in its hunger to be filled. My hips still bucked slightly under him, craving more.

“More. More Eddie, need more.” My hands pushed him harder into my wanting cunt. I could feel him chuckling against me before the fingers which held my leg out were now closing in on my pussy, circling around my tight hole.

Without warning he stuffed his middle finger inside, the feeling of him being devoured by me had soft whines leaving my slightly open mouth. He prodded me, flicking his finger up into the spongy walls of my core eliciting shuddering reactions from me.

My body was keening into him, taking everything that he gave even if it wasn’t enough. Eddie popped off my clit a string of spit still connecting him to me as he made eye contact.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, you know that? Fucking beautiful and you taste divine.” His words had my stomach flipping. His hand slithered up from its place on my hip, under my shirt, and stopped over my bra. Tugging the flimsy fabric of the cups away one at a time and shoving it farther up my chest.

I arched my back, pushing my aching breasts into his warm hands. He didn't have his rings on like he usually did, as they all wouldn’t fit under the gloves when he tattooed. I could feel the cold bite of metal flittering over my hardened nipples and I whined at the thought of it. Eddie pinched my right nipple between his thumb and middle finger, rolling it as he did so.

“Yes, yes, do that again.” My breathing hitched in my throat as he pinched and tugged slightly harder on my breast. I gasped at the feeling, a warmth exploding in my abdomen. My cunt clenched around his finger as it moved within me at a monotonous pace.

Such a cranial, frustrated moan flowed past my lips. My pussy gripped down harder on Eddie’s finger and my eyes shut tight. I needed more from him, more fingers, more touching, more everything. I needed to be overloaded with his presence around me.

“Shit,” I pulled his hair hard, “need more.”

“Hum?”

“More, I need more, Eddie!” I cried into the hand I brought up to whip away the sudden tears of frustration and pleasure which fell down my cheeks.

“More what?” He grinned up from my pussy, eyes terrifyingly dark as they bore into mine.

My heart hammered against my chest. He looked so fucking hot looking up at me like that, it made my cunt flutter around him.

“Fuck me with your fingers, need more fingers.” I closed my eyes again as he took his finger out, bucking my hips up to follow him.

“Look at me Princess.” he cooed. I shook my head, not knowing if I could take his intense stare again. “Look at me.” His commanded, voice biting.

I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. He smirked.

“Such a good girl.” He praised me as he placed his ring and middle fingers at my entrance, pushing in slowly. I mewled at the stretch, eyes still making eye contact.

“Fuck, feels so good,” I mumbled, mind fogging over little by little.

Eddie broke away from my eyes, looking down at the puffy lips of my pussy then he spat directly onto the folds. I groaned at the mouth-watering sight. He delved straight in after that, pushing his saliva around, stopping to suck harshly on my clit again.

I couldn’t keep myself quiet and I definitely couldn’t keep still. The ache in my stomach started to grow the more Eddie ate at my pussy and fingered up into the places my own could never reach. My teeth clenched at the almost overwhelming emotions and feelings coursing through me. My hand stayed latched in his hair while the other tried to cover up the moans that turned to blissed-out screams.

He pulled away from my clit, mouth sliding over the inside of my thighs, stopping to suck and nip at them, creating love bites wherever there was a free expanse of skin. Eddie started to move his fingers faster as well, chuckling as my walls spasmed around him practically begging for more.

There was a rush of heat through my body, skin becoming clammy, muscles contracting, and stiffening.

“Good- ah! Fuck! Gonna cum!” I wailed out, back arching as Eddie fucked his fingers faster and deeper into me. “Gonna cum, gunna cum, gunna cum!” I said those two words over and over again like a mantra as blissful tears just kept poling in my eyes. Eddie was blurry in my sight because of it.

“Cum for me, Princess, let go.” He coaxed my orgasm from me with gentle words and deft fingers.

He kissed my clit with his soft lips and the barely their touches had me arching into him sobbing his name. My legs clamped around his head and my hand finally let go of his hair. My orgasm had me shaking in the chair, juices spewing out of me into eddies mouth and onto his shirt. I hadn’t a care in the world that I was making a huge mess of his studio.

“Fuck,” My chest heaved up and down as I came back to reality, my heart pumping like I had just run a mile. My body relaxed into the chair and Eddie pulled his mouth and fingers away from my now sensitive cunt and breast.

“Did so good.” Eddie grinned from ear to ear as he stood up. He took the dry part of the bottom of his shirt and whipped down his drenched face. “Come on now, need to get you cleaned up.”

He reached his arms under mine, my body so pliant and limp that he had to use all his strength to lift me up and to my feet. I felt gross as the liquids which came out of me trickled down my legs and onto the floor, but I was too fucked out to even care or be embraced. He carefully tugged my bra back into its original place and situated my shirt back down as well.

Eddie led me over to the sink in the corner of the room and leaned me up against the counter before quickly dampening a cloth from the cabinet and whipping every inch of my skin down, save for the tattooed part.

“Hey, look at me.” He spoke softly, taking my chin between his fingers and tilting me to look at him. My tears had fallen and no longer obstructed my vision, yet there was still a post-sex haziness. “You with me? You good?”

I nodded tiredly. “Yeah, m’good. More than good,” I gushed at him.

“Then let's get your tattoo cleaned up and wrapped.” He got to work hastily, dousing the art in a cleaning solution and patting it dry before wrapping it up to keep it safe from infection.

“Eddie?” I asked, eyes heavy and head lulling to the side.

“Hum?”

“Where are my pants?” My legs were cold and standing half-naked in a tattoo parlor was not helping.

“Oh, uh,” I could tell he was searching the room by his pause. “Ah! Here they are.” He slid his hands down my legs, tapping my left foot to let me know to step up. He helped me dress and then sat me in the chair I had originally placed my bag in earlier. “Stay right here.”

I nodded, laying my head in my hands, practically falling asleep as he walked off. He came back a moment later, hands tapping my cheeks gently. My eyes fluttered open and I smiled at him, he smiled back.

“Here, head back.” I did as instructed, mouth opening slightly. He brought a water bottle to my lips and helped me to drink. I hadn't realized how dry my throat was until the water began to coat it.

“Thank you,” I mumbled.

“Any time, Princess, any time.”

“I don't think-,” I was interrupted by a yawn. “I don’t think I can drive myself home.” My legs felt like jelly as well as my arms and I was only moments away from falling asleep sitting up.

“I can bring you back to my place, was gonna close up shop after our session was done anyway. Just hang tight for a few more minutes while I clean up our mess, okay?”

“Okay.” I closed my eyes again and sighed into him as he squeezed my knee, standing to his feet, and kissed my forehead.

I didn’t know what this was or what would happen to our friendship when I inevitably came back to earth but Something was gonna have to change and I so hoped it would be for the better. I definitely want to experience that again.

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