#i DID toy with the idea of rabbit hole i do think that could be really really funny

[spoookyb0t]

i think i will remake the tyler inscryption card because on my old one i put many lives and bifurcated strike because they were my Favorites

BUT i think i want loose tail [ on account of the . scared of everything ] and maybe instead of a second sigil i will just be a little. Better.. and i want to cost bones ☝ ghost style .. yea i think 3/2 x3 bones with loose tail might be it

[tired-and-ticklish]

Employee Training

Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic, so if that isn’t your thing, then just ignore this. 

Summary: Jax isn’t taking his job seriously, so Gangle decides he needs some extra… training.

TW: Tickling (maybe a bit intense?), Restraints, Jax Being Jax, Spoilers for Episode 4: Fast Food Masquerade.

(Let’s face it, a lot of us saw that scene and were all thinking the same thing.)

Working a normal fast food job wasn’t at the top of Jax’s list of adventures. He’d rather be back at the circus, putting more centipedes in Ragatha’s room or stealing Zooble’s parts. But instead, he and the others were forced to work a terrible minimum wage job with an annoying Gangle as their shift manager.  Hell, it was the crybaby’s idea in the first place!

���Ooooh Jaaaaax~!” Speaking of the pain in his tail, Gangle called out from behind the rabbit, that stupid smile from the mask Zooble gave her still plastered across her face.

“The bathroom looks like a biohazard and needs a good scrubbin’!” Gangle told him.

“Shouldn’t like, a biohazard crew take care of that?” Jax asked, not wanting to put in anymore effort than the job was already requiring.

Gangle laughed. “Ohoh, Jaxy boy, don’t you want to be a model employee?”

“No, I don’t care about any of this.” Jax responded, crossing his arms.

“Well, that doesn’t sound like a can-do attitude to me!”

God, was she getting more annoying? “It’s not.”

Another laugh, simply followed by one word. “Bad.”

“I like you better when you’re sad.”

There was a sound, like glass cracking, but Jax ignored it. Honestly, the whole ‘chipper, happy-go-lucky’ attitude Gangle had at the current moment was making him wish they had stuck to the butcher adventure Caine suggested in the first place. Darn Pomni, darn suggestion box, darn not being able to actually swear in this Hell hole called a circus.

“Well..” Gangle replied, Jax either not noticing, or more likely, not caring, how close she sounded to strangling him. “Maybe you need some more…”

She paused, like Caine did sometimes, it was a bit uncanny to see. “More-”

“Training!” Gangle interrupted before he could finish.

Suddenly, two hands grabbed Jax, squishing him like a squeaky toy before dragging him into the back of the restaurant. Once they let go of him, Jax was shocked to find himself in a completely empty, dark room, save for the TV that suddenly turned on. On it was an employee training video, complete with the ‘motivational music, staring and made by Gangle, explaining how it would teach him how to be a good team member and asset to the cooperation.

Jax questioned when Gangle even made the video. Or maybe it was Caine’s doing? The adventures made no sense, so why did he expect a ‘normal’ one to make sense? The way the Gangle in the video spoke made Jax uncomfortable, talking about how dreams were unrealistic, and to stop trying. It was like she was losing it.

“But before we get into all that, first things first!” The Video-Gangle asked, smiling. “Are you smiling?”

“Uh, no…?” 

The music stopped. “Why not…?” Gangle wasn’t smiling anymore, just staring right at him.

Faster than Jax could respond, he was suddenly in a chair, four mechanical arms coming out and grabbing his limbs. They twisted him a few different ways, before shoving his face right into the TV. “Wait- Wait wait! N-Nobody can see this… right?” Jax asked nervously, suddenly regretting any and all decisions in his life that had led to this moment.

“Time for your employee reevaluation!”

With that, the robotic limbs pulled Jax back into the chair, his arms pulled up as far as they would go, his legs pinned down to the leg rest. Jax’s eyes darted around the room, trying to see anything he could use to try to free himself. He couldn’t move, couldn’t escape, couldn’t stop whatever Gangle had planned for him. 

“As an employee, you have to remember to smile!” The video continued, Gangle sounding more and more manic. “Don’t worry, we can help you with that!”

More arms popped out of the chair, Jax feeling his heart skip a few beats when he saw what the hands were doing, wiggling their fingers at him teasingly. Gangle couldn’t be serious, right?! His dread only grew as two of the hands removed his shoes, another unbuttoning his work shirt.

“G-Gangle wait wait wait! I-I-I’m smiling! I’m smiling!” Jax cried in a panic, trying to pull his arms down. “Y-You don’t have to do this!”

The Video-Gangle tsked lightly “Silly, we have to make sure our employees know that we serve with a smile~!” A sinister giggle came from her as she said that.

Jax swore he was going to find a way to break that plastic mask Zooble gave her! However, his thoughts of revenge were put on hold as one of the hands made a few test pokes to his stomach, causing him to jolt. This was bad, the way Jax’s body had been designed in this digital world physically made him unable to bite his lip, so that strategy was out the window. Seems like the jolts he made were all the hands needed, descending upon him.

“W-Wahahahit wahhait nohhohohoho!” Jax snorted, trying to twist and turn away from the devilish hands.

“See, isn’t that better~?” Video-Gangle asked, her ribbons wiggling as well “I’ll check on you in a while!”

A while?! How long was a while?! The darn clock seemed busted, what if he was in there for hours?! Unfortunately, it didn’t seem like Gangle, or the robotic arms cared, the TV turning off as a pair of hands attacked his armpits.

“N-Nohohohoh nohohoho come bahahahack!” Jax pleaded. “I-Ihihihih’m smihihihihihling!”

The robotic hands continued their assault, gently tracing around his armpits, while the ones on his stomach dug right in, causing him to attempt to kick his legs. They hadn’t exactly gotten to his absolute worst spots yet, but Jax had a feeling it was only a matter of time. His paws were exposed, and he could swear he could sense two hands just behind his ears, waiting for the go-ahead to strike.

“Cohohohohome ohohohohon!”

He really hated how much they could actually feel in the circus sometimes. Sure, it was funny to see the others in pain, or watch their panic as he attacked their own worst spots, but having the tables turned on him? It also didn’t help that, thanks to Gangle, the arms knew exactly where his worst spots were, and how harshly or softly to tickle them to drive him up the wall. 

Case in point, one hand swirling a finger right on his navel, threatening to tickle the inside, while also cruelly never actually doing it. The ones on his armpits spidered up and down, even attacking his ribs at a few points. Jax wasn’t sure how long the tickling had gone on for, before the TV turned back on, Gangle’s face smiling at him. The hands stopped, allowing the rabbit to catch his breath. The relief Jax felt was short-lived, however, as the Video-Gangle spoke again. “Step one of your employee reevaluation is complete!” Gangle told him, sounding proud. “Now that you’re smiling, we’ve got to work on your attitude! Being rude to customers, or other coworkers, especially by throwing them in the deep fryer, is strictly forbidden at Spudsy’s!”

“Come on, it’s not like Rags was hurt all that badly.” Jax tried to argue, before immediately regretting it as he noticed the arms were grabbing something just out of his field of vision, making him dread whatever would be next.

“That’s the kind of attitude I’m talking about!” Video-Gangle huffed, before smiling again. “So, I thought you could use some extra motivation!”

Jax’s heart, or, what he supposed he could call a heart in this digital body, nearly stopped as the mechanical hands came back with paint brushes.

“Oh… [trumpet honk]...” The rabbit responded in disbelief. “Y-You’re not actually [quack]ing serious, r-right?!”

Unfortunately for him, Gangle was dead serious, as the paintbrushes glided up and down his paws, making him snort. The pair of hands by his head also got in on the action, softly, slowly, and tortuously rubbing up and down the insides of ears, making him scream out in ticklish agony.

“GA-GAHAHAHANGLE NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Aww don’t worry, I’ll check on you in a while again!” More random noises came from Jax’s mouth, trying to swear, but instead there were a few more musical instrument noises, a car honk, and even a cow moo at one point. That only seemed to encourage the hands to be even harsher toward him, one of the paintbrushes going in between his toes. Jax howled with laughter, trying to twist and turn away from his fate.

“IIHIHIHIHIHIH HAHAHAHAHATE THIHIHIHIHIHIS STUHUHUHUHUHPID AHAHAHAHAHAVEHEHEHENTURE!”

Jax then let out an uncharacteristic squeal as he felt feathers brushing up and down his ears. This was maddening! As the paintbrushes picked up their pace, Jax felt a horrible thought enter his mind. Would Gangle actually let him out of here? Or would she just keep him there until the end of the adventure, making sure he couldn’t destroy anything or cause problems for anyone else? “P-PLEHEHEHEASE PLHEHEHEHEASE IIHIHIHIHI’LL BEHEHEHEHEHAVE!” Jax cried out desperately.

It seemed to work, as the tickling suddenly stopped, the arms releasing him. Jax caught his breath, feeling a few phantom tickles linger. He brought his hands up to his ears, trying to rub the tingling sensation away as the TV turned back on.

“Thank you, valued employee, for deciding to be a team player!” Video-Gangle told him, looking happy, proud, and… relieved? Maybe Jax was imagining things. “Of course, here at Spudsy’s, we respect our employees needing time for themselves, so you may take a few moments to get yourself together before heading back out there!”

Small mercies, Jax supposed. “You’re uh… not going to tell anyone about this, right?”

Video-Gangle simply giggled, before the TV turned off once again, leaving Jax alone with his thoughts. Well, he supposed this made both of them even, in a way. Jax knew about the figurine thing, and Gangle managed to make him beg for mercy. He shook his head, getting his dumb uniform back in order. Once he was more composed, one of the large hands from before gently pushed him out of the room and back into the work area, patting his head before disappearing to God knows where.

Back to work, Jax supposed.

[sesmiq]

"do you really wanna die as a virgin, boy?"

Haruto Shimizu (oc) x switch ? incubus male reader

warning: blood mentioned, subby top!1!1, blowjob, boobjob, not proofread,, short

not finished 😔,, listened to will stetson's rabbit hole cover and had this idea but after i wrote the boobjob scene my mind went blank 🧠💣💥

Haruto knew this probably wasn't the best idea.

He had tried doing this countless times before and failed, but who knows he's gonna succeed this time?

..summoning a demon by himself isn't the smartest thing to do, too bad cause he’s gonna do it anyways. (yolo)

Standing in the center of the magic circle he had painted in blood (pig’s blood, he was too much of a pussy to use human blood.), he carefully lit up the candles around the bloody circle.

Opening the magic book he borrowed from the library, Haruto began to chant words in another language. Once he was done, he looked up from his book to see.. nothing.

Safe to say he was disappointed but not surprised, sighing in defeat, he got out of the circle to start cleaning up,,

Suddenly, a gust of wind forcefully opened the window and entered the room blowing out the candle, the room became surrounded with pink mist.

He put an arm in front of his face, backing up from the center of the room. The mist was too thick for him to see, but he's able to make out a dark silhouette of a.. human?

with horns and tails, that is.

“How desperate are you for you to use blood this time?” a deep alluring and sweet voice said, startling Haruto. 

Walking out of the mist reveals you, with dark red horns and tail, wearing clothes that look like they came from Japan edo era.

“d-demon?” Haruto stuttered, you grinned at this and walked closer to him.

“mm.. close.” you successfully trapped him against the wall, towering over the trembling boy.

“I didn't think that it would work..” he muttered, looking up at you in fear.

“mm.. by the look of you, you want something don't you? Perhaps a contract?” you asked.

“huh?” 

“People summon incubus for a reason. so, what do you want?” you ask once again, walking away from Haruto to look around the room. slightly cringing when you see a bucket of blood in the corner of the room

“i-i don't want anything.. wait— did you just say incubus-” poor guy didn't get to finish his sentence before getting cut off by you,

“sex? or something just to please yourself? c’mon, it gotta be something.. don't tell me you summoned me for nothing.” you huffed.

“w-well.. u-um.. I was just.. curious..?”

you looked at Haruto with a blank face, as if you’re saying ‘you're joking, right?’

you saw how Haruto fiddled with his fingers and looked down at the floor, letting out a sigh, you snapped your fingers to grab his attention.

“Well, I suppose there's nothing you’d like. so, I'll go back. bye.”

right before you could summon a portal to go back where you come from, he suddenly grabbed your wrist and mumbled out something,

“yousaidyouwereaincubuscanyoupleasetakemyvirginity”

“what?”

he looks up at you, eyes filled with determination and repeated his words, louder this time.

“please take my virginity!”

“fine.”

so you agreed, thinking this is just another case of ‘pls let me hit plsplsspls im bitchless since birth’

you pushed him down the bed, straddling his waist and marking his jaw and neck while pulling down his pants along with his underwear, slowly stroking his manhood to life.

..for someone small and shy as Haruto, he definitely is packing, you grinned. 

getting off from him, you kneel down to face his dripping cock, softly sucking on the tip while toying with the remainder of the length before taking it all the way to the hilt. you hummed after hearing the other whine, you looks up for the human’s reaction.

Haruto stares at you, his face slightly red and is letting out a few groans and whines, trying his best not to buckle his hips into your mouth.

how cute. you thought to yourself.

deciding to tease him more, you pull off from his cock with a pop, he let out a confused whine at your action,

“hhah what are you-” haruto whined, almost getting up from the bed but was stopped by you when you slide his now wet member between your pecs (manboobs??)

his already red face turned into an even darker shade of red, eyes wide open with his jaw dropped,

“a-ah?!” he stared at his member resting on your chest, his pupils turning into swirls.. is that even possible? I thought that thing only happens in slice of life manga whenever one of the 

“go wild.” you told him, taking his tip back into your mouth, humming when you felt him thrusting his hips between your chest.

you grabbed the base of his member, tugging him into your chest like you would jerk him off.

he didn't last long, you felt him throbbing in your mouth and pulled off right before he could come into your mouth.

white sticky substances spurted out of his member, landing on your chest and some on your lips.

you grinned, swiping your lips with your finger before licking the baby batter.

“salty.”

Haruto was suspiciously quiet, you rose from your feet, crawling back onto the bed and straddling him on his waist. You lightly poked him from the side looking for a reaction.

“Human? Helloooo.. Is post nut clarity that bad for you- woah!” 

He unexpectedly wrapped his arms around you and hid his face into your chest, face clearly red and mumbling nonsense.

“please..”

“mm?” you lift his chin up, holding in your giggle when you see him drooling and tears slowly filling his eyes.

He really reminds you of a puppy.

“please.. want to be inside of you,,"

how can you say no when he's begging so nicely?

a/n me trying to find motivation so i can finish this (soon i hope),, i was stranded in the airport for 4 hours bcos my flight keep delaying and i didnt have any money ww. anyways,, lev lauv laurve

[thecuriousbeauty]

i had a funny idea: harry catches his friend (co-worker/assistant/photographer or whatever) reading a dirty fanfic about him 🤭

He catches you reading fan fiction

Harry Styles x Assistant! reader

A/N:- Thank you for the request, anon! Loved writing this spicy blurb! Please like and reblog to support me, xx.

Word Count: 1.2K

Warnings: Dirty talk, fingering, spanking, daddy kink.

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“You’ve been such a naughty girl. What should I do with you, hm?”

You suck in a breath and clench your thighs together as you move your finger over your phone, scrolling down on the story you just found out. You had noticed a lot of fans at Harry’s concert holding up signs that said, Tumblr girls and you were curious. Little did you know that once you’d open the site, you’d fall down into a rabbit hole full of fan fiction.

And not just fanfic. You were reading the dirty ones. The smut, as it was called.

“What’d you feel like eating, babe?”

You look up from the phone quickly. You had not noticed that Harry was out of the bathroom after his shower and he was standing there, looking at you as he dried his hair. Little drops of water still clung to his sculpted torso and his legs. He only had boxers on. 

Harry smirks, noticing you’re distracted and throws the towel away before running his fingers through his curly locks and flipping them back. “Like what you see, love?”

You blushed and looked away, making Harry chuckle as he walked towards you. “No, it’s cute! You look all blushy and flustered. What were you doing?”

“I um, uh I was going through emails..”, you say, quickly looking down at your phone to change tabs, but Harry was quick. He smelled amazing, being just out of the shower. It was a gentle fragrance, but it gave you a luxurious feel. 

“Going through emails got you clenching your thighs, baby?”, Harry asked as he leaned over you on the bed. “I wonder what that email’s about.”

“Harry-”, you squeak as his eyes move to your phone screen, his forehead pressing against the side of yours as he reads it from your hands. “It’s silly, I was just checking out what this was all about.”

“Hm, fan fiction, huh? So what do you think? Is it good?”, he asks, a smile tugging at his lips as his green eyes look into yours. 

“Y-Yeah. I’m sorry Harry, t-this must be awkward for you, I’ll-”

“-No, no, it’s not awkward, this is pretty interesting.”, he hums, settling beside you and starting to kiss down your jawline to your neck.His hand rides up your skirt. “Has it made you wet?”

You gasp as his fingers press onto your cover over your panties. His teeth nibble on the skin of your neck before his tongue laps over the mark he left, and you moan softly, parting your legs as his fingers slip inside your panties and stroke over your folds. 

“You’re soaking, baby girl. Guess you’re really enjoying reading this, right?” You didn’t get a chance to answer as he slipped two fingers inside you, starting to pump them in and out of you. “Were you imagining me doing all this to you?”, he asks. “Hm, baby?”

“Y-Yes, daddy.” Harry’s eyes turn darker with lust as the name rolls off your lips so easily. 

“Start reading darling, from the beginning.”, he tells you, adjusting your body so that you are in between his legs, your back pressing to his chest and your legs spread, letting him toy with your pussy. 

“W-What?” 

“You heard me.”, he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, the other hand sneaking under your top to grab a hold of your breast. You weren’t wearing a bra, so he had easy access.

You swallow hard, before bringing your phone up so you can start reading. Harry kept scissoring his fingers inside you and playing with your nipples while his lips sucked on the soft skin in the back of your neck, making it harder and harder for you to read.

“A-And then he curled his fingers, stroking over the spot that could make her unfold in seconds..” You moaned as Harry did exactly that, his fingers petting over your grainy spot. “Is that the spot?”, he asks, even though he knows the answer. 

“Y-Yes..please..”, you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Read, baby. You can cum if y/n gets to cum.” You groaned, knowing you wouldn’t last long. 

“Just as she’s about to cum, he r-removes his fingers. N-Naughty girls don’t get to cum, t-they get punished.” 

You whine as Harry moves his hands away, and you drop the phone, turning to look back at him. “I-I was so close! Please Harry-”

“Ah, ah, what did you call me earlier?”, he strokes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Daddy.”, you squeeze his arm. “P-Please let me cum.”

“It’s not up to me baby, it’s up to the writer.” He leans forward to give you a soft kiss. “ Now stop whining, and continue reading like a good girl. Daddy wants to know what happens next.”

You whimper as he pulls you back against his chest. You really hoped the writer showed some mercy to y/n, or you were going to have a hard time tonight. It was all just too much. Harry was being so hot. You loved this, and you wanted this to keep going on, but god, you needed that release.

“H-He bends over his lap and flips up her skirt, hand stroking over the plump of her ass before landing the first strike. 'Naughty girls get spanked.”

A shiver ran down your spine as you read it. You can also feel Harry getting hard, his member was prodding hard against your ass. Harry groaned. “You know what to do, love. Up you get. Take off your top and bend over my lap.”

You thought you could cum from just hearing that. When you don’t move, he takes your chin, eyes peering into yours to check if you’re still okay with this. “I-I like it.”, you give him a small smile, assuring him. 

“Good. Let me know if you wanna stop, okay?” You nod and kiss him before getting up and taking your top off. Harry scooted to the edge of the bed and patted his thighs. “Take your phone too, you’re not gonna stop reading, baby.”

You grabbed the phone before bending over his thighs and he adjusts you so your ass is propped up. He flips your skirt up, running his hand over your soft, bare, skin. Your panties had already been discarded long ago. 

 “Such a cute little arse. Gonna look so pretty with my handprints on it, right baby?”

“Y-Yes daddy, mark me up..”, you hum and Harry groans, giving your right cheek a squeeze before lifting his hand in the air and bringing it back down with a smack. You let out a small yelp, but the pain quickly fades into pleasure as Harry rubs his hand over the sting. 

“Feels good, daddy, more..”, you moan, and he slaps your other cheek. “Dirty little slut. I bet you’re gonna cum from getting your ass spanked by your daddy.”

You were a mess over his lap, moaning and mumbling his name. His hand grips your ass cheek, fingers digging into the supple flesh as his other hand fists around your hair and lifts your head up. 

 “What’re you waiting for? I thought I told you to read.”

You moaned as he let your head drop, giving you another slap as you struggled to keep reading. You really should’ve picked a shorter fic.

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[lint-beetle4]

Stamen And Pistil (Nezha X Reader! Smut)

We are officially at one more request to finish, and the last one's going to end the request hiatus with a bang, chat

Enjoy Nezha! I had some fun with this one!

Smut below

“My blossom, can I ask you a question?”

Your partner was a wonderful man, you swore to heaven and back. He was stern yet caring, bold yet apprehensive, but most importantly, he was static yet curious all the same.

“What is pegging?”

Your head snapped to Nezha in that moment, an expression akin to someone watching a live car crash combust into flames so clear on your face that your partner took a step back, a light blush on his face with widened eyes and parted lips.

“Is it…bad?”

You loved Nezha, but he was tempting you with something far more than love. He was being experimental–the celestial being Nezha, Third Lotus Prince and Marshal of the Central Altar, looked at you with wonder and slight fear. You took a deep breath and looked straight into Nezha’s eyes, gaining another curious semi-flinch from your usually unshakable partner.

“Where did you hear about pegging?”

Online, Nezha had responded, and soon the both of you were embarking on an internet journey together. Your own shock had shifted into the same curiosity that filled Nezha, and Nezha seemed quite into the idea with each blog post and search term you two had stumbled upon. Ending the self-imposed rabbit hole, you turned to Nezha whose cheeks had yet to be any less redder.

“So…”

Nezha swallowed, “So…”

“You wanna try it?”

You didn’t own any dildos. The sex life between you and Nezha wasn’t new, but it wasn’t common either. Nezha rarely had time nor energy to give you with his celestial duties, but his father was gracious enough to allow Nezha a break–more so, he forced Nezha to leave his post for the week.

So, with a newfound purpose and much persuasion to Nezha, you two stood in a sex toy shop, browsing through various toys and ropes that you had no intent on buying until later.

You did however spot of nice pair of lingerie that would fit perfectly on Nezha's lithe body.

"You want me to wear this?" Nezha whispered to you, his eyes staring at the piece, almost examining it. "I don't think I can wear this anywhere."

"It's not to wear out, doofus." You teased, "It's so you can look pretty for me."

Nezha was a simple man after all.

In the privacy of your apartment, you waited patiently for Nezha who was changing in the bathroom. A giddy feeling of excitement rose in you, bubbling into your heart as Nezha walked out of the door, clad in casual attire ready to be torn off of him.

You grinned hungrily at Nezha, the man silent as you sat him by your shared bed.

"You sure you want to do this now?"

Nezha nodded eagerly, fire in his eyes as he spoke confidently. "I suggested this, and I'm fully ready to try it out...Just--be gentle?"

"When am I ever not?" You licked your lips, pressing them against Nezha's before he could again. Nezha yelped inside of your mouth, warming up to the way you eagerly took dominance, your tongue teasing the corners of his mouth while he melted into you.

You pulled away quickly, tasting the strawberry chapstick that he took a liking to some time ago.

Nezha's eye were blown, dilated as he merely stared at you in surprise.

"You're...excited today."

You chuckled, tugging at the collar of the shirt Nezha wore. "You're just irresistible."

Nezha smiled softly, pressing against you for another kiss. You grabbed the back of Nezha hair, tugging it slightly and reveling in the sultry moan that escaped him. Your hands tangled in the mess of Nezha's hair, undoing his signature buns to stroke the stiff locks of hair that fell from their ribbon-ed prison.

You pulled away, catching your breath quickly as you latched onto Nezha's neck, pressed kisses and nips along his pulse line. Nezha shivered before you, removing his shirt as his body further relaxed into your touch. You slid lower, trailing kisses and discrete bites that only you two would be able to see.

"You can't--" Nezha stifled a moan. "They can't be visible, my love."

You grinned, placing a harsh mark onto his shoulder as Nezha yelped, a shuddering breath escaping him.

"No one will see a thing," You reassured your flushed partner, licking along the bruising wound as your hands explored Nezha's chest, fondling and lightly pinching at his nipples. Nezha whimpered another time, a hand covering his mouth as you traced your tongue around one of his nipples, suckling it tenderly with light bites.

Nezha moaned into his hand, hips bucking into nothing as you practical held him in your hands, now giving due to attention to the nipple, warm tongue sliding across the hard surface. You could hear the way Nezha's heartbeat thudded against his chest, how his moans rumbled so wonderfully in your ears. You pulled away from the nipple with a slight 'pop,' and you grabbed Nezha's face who panted roughly.

"Don't hide your voice," You commanded the lotus prince who seemed lost in your eyes. "You can't cover your mouth. I want to hear each noise you make."

Nezha nodded, hiding his flushed face into the crook of your shoulder as he whimpered from the lack of stimulation. You chuckled, quickly removing your clothes before your hands trailed lower down Nezha's body, feeling his rigid yet soft muscles and the way his bones felt against your fingers.

You lowered yourself, hands tugging at the line of Nezha's pants in a silent question. Nezha nodded silently, his breath still heavy. You slowly removed Nezha's pants, seeing the bulge that lines the boxers he wore. With a teasing smirk, you pressed your palm against the bulge, Nezha yelping at the touch as his hips bucked into your palm.

"Haa," Nezha whimpered, desperately looking at you with those glorious eyes that spoke nothing but submission. "Stop--Stop teasing me. Get on with it."

You raised an eyebrow, pushing your palm harder against Nezha's clothed dick.

"You want me to get on with what?"

Nezha growled weakly, his hands gripping at the bed sheets, threatening to tear them. "You know what I want--just, please."

"Please, what?" You smirked, hand slipping through his boxers and ghosting the edge of Nezha's cock. "You're gonna have to speak up, Nezhie. I don't understand you."

"Are you really going to make me do this?"

You chuckled, "Do what? I'm only checking to make sure we're on the right boat."

"Either touch me or fuck me, stop teasing me already!" Nezha yelled out, hissing at your hand stroked his cock quickly.

"You should've just said so," You hummed satisfied, releasing Nezha to remove his boxers. "Now, I know what you want."

You motioned Nezha to slide back, crawling between his legs as his back his the bed post. Your hand trailed against Nezha's dick, gripping it lightly as you kissed along a vein, smirking at the way Nezha shivered. Your tongue slid along Nezha's cock, your mouth enveloping Nezha.

Nezha moaned against you, his hand gently laying on top of your head as you bottomed out, teasing Nezha with a hum that had him whimpering and almost bucking into your throat. You moved along, slurping and sucking Nezha's cock as if you had been starved for days. Nezha panted loudly, moans easily sliding out of him while you continued to service your partner. You felt Nezha's cock twitch inside of your throat before his hand suddenly gripped your hair, pushing you lower.

"--Sorry," Nezha whimpered, "I--I'm about to..."

You chuckled breathily, pulling away from Nezha, cooing as he keened loudly, hips bucking for release.

"Calm down, you big baby." You chided softy, pressing a kiss to Nezha's cheek before walking out. "Stay there, and don't touch yourself. I'll be quick."

And quick you were, while Nezha was patient, you weren't, and you walked back in the room, clad with your dildo as Nezha looked at you pathetically. You pulled out a bottle of lube from a drawer, sticking your hand into Nezha's mouth before he could ask any questions.

"Suck."

Nezha did so obediently, drool dripping from his mouth as his tongue pressed against your fingers. You hummed, chuckling slightly as Nezha jolted from the cool lube sliding down his legs.

You whispered to Nezha, pulling your soaked fingers out of his mouth. "Are you ready? I need you to turn over for me, on all-fours."

Nezha nodded, weakly shifting around and raising his ass. You smiled supportively, pressing a kiss onto Nezha's back. Slowly, you slid a lubed finger into Nezha, whispering praises to him.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

You inserted another finger, scissoring Nezha's hole as he mewed softly at the new sensation.

"Let me hear you. You sound so pretty."

Your fingers explored around Nezha, pressing and prodding at certain area before Nezha choked on a moan, his hands clutching the blankets in his surprise.

You smiled, entering a third finger to continue the slowly growing assault on the nerves that had Nezha's legs shaking. Nezha panted, his voice echoing through the room while you entered a fourth finger into him. Nezha swallowed, his moans never ceasing as he stuttered with bucking hips.

"I'm about to--ghh--fuck!"

Nezha whimpered, his entire body jolting as ropes of cum escaped him, staining the bed sheets.

"There you go," you whispered lowly to Nezha, kissing his shoulder as he rode out the orgasm. You slowly pulled your fingers out, Nezha gasping quietly at the emptiness in him.

You rubbed Nezha's back as he panted, his eyes tightly shut as his body slowly caught up.

"You alright?" You asked, your hand never leaving where it laid. "You wanna stop here?"

Nezha shook his head with a whine, "Keep going, I had a task to accomplish."

"Do you want to rest first?" You asked, almost taken aback by Nezha's resolve.

"No," Nezha sat up, stretching his sore muscles before turning to you. "I want you to keep going, I'm not satisfied yet.

You nodded, a wide grin as you poured lube onto the dildo that you wore. You rubbed the toy carefully, watching as Nezha laid on his back, legs spread for you while showing the half-hard cock that slowly rose higher.

You pressed your lips to Nezha's, his tongue wrapping around yours hungrily while you pushed against Nezha entrance, a hand rubbing his hips soothingly as you slowly entered inside of him.

Nezha pulled away from you with a low moan as he slowly got filled up, his breath heavy as you bottomed out inside of him.

"You doing alright?"

Nezha's chest heaved, his eyes tightly shut while you stroked his jaw.

"Breathe, love. How are you?"

Nezha swallowed, his voice deep and heavy. "Full."

You chuckled, watching as Nezha slowly adjusted to you. He looked...ethereal, to say the least.

Nezha's body suited the pale, pink lingerie around him, the way it clung to his hips and chest while your partner laid silently. His body was gorgeous, the way his arms laid on the bed, lightly gripping the blankets below the two of you. It was a sight for sore eyes, and the way Nezha stared back at you brought you out of your thoughts.

"...What is it?" Nezha stammered.

You shook your head, eyes softening as you pressed a kiss to Nezha's cheek. "Nothing, beautiful. Are you alright?"

Nezha nodded, his hips rolling against your dildo. "Move."

You thrusted slowly into Nezha, almost feeling the way he gripped around you.

"Mn--" Nezha covered his mouth as you quickened your pace. "-Gods."

"Nezha--" You panted, nearly growling at your partner. Your hands grabbed the one covering Nezha's mouth, lifting it above his head before trapping the other hand as well. "Let me hear you."

You laid a particularly hard thrust into Nezha whose hips bucked in response as he whimpered and writhed below you.

"I want to hear your voice."

Nezha's moans were melodic, uncontrolled yet musical in your ears. As you continued to thrust into the lotus prince, Nezha only got louder, senseless noises and dumb mumbles filling the room. You felt the dildo grind against you, sending jolts of pleasure through you as Nezha's back arched when you found his prostate. His voice grew higher and higher, a bitch in heat.

You slammed into that spot, groaning as Nezha continued to sing through the abuse you were giving him.

Nezha clenched around you, nearly sucking your dildo in, and as you felt yourself getting stimulated further and further, you blindly bit onto Nezha's neck, a dark mark surely to appear there as Nezha's chest rubbed against yours.

"Fuck--My--Hahh!" Nezha stammered, hips grinding in unison with your thrusts. "I'm--I'm gonna--"

You growled into Nezha's neck, a low rumble that only commanded Nezha further. You lifted a hand, stroking Nezha who writhed beneath you with a loud keen. You released Nezha's neck, lowly whispering to him.

"Cum for me. Scream my name for everyone to hear."

Nezha, like a good bitch, submitted, releasing into your hand while yelling out your name as he thrusted hopelessly into your palm. You slowly slid out of Nezha as he went limp. His breaths were airy yet still carried remnants of his voice. You panted, arms shaking as you laid by Nezha.

You hadn't cum yet, but frankly, the sight of seeing Nezha's worn down body, how he seemed truly relaxed and blissful, you didn't need anything else.

"How was it?" You asked, feeling your own wetness stick to the dildo.

Nezha turned to you, pupils blown out and mouth parted open in the clearest display of post-nut clarity you've seen. "Amazing."

After a pause, Nezha had dragged you closer to him, sitting on top of you with a renewed hunger.

"Nezha?" You chuckled, almost nervously. "We don't have to continue if you--"

"I didn't say I was finished yet." Nezha interrupted, nibbling along your neck while his hands fondled your chest tenderly. "You still need to be rewarded for doing such a good job."

[anogete]

Hi. Update of random shit in case anyone cares.

The scary test I was stressed over in the fall when I was posting my last fic? It was the CFP (Certified Financial Planner) exam. Yes, I passed it. The designation requires a bachelor's degree, so I had to go back to school to finish my last 10 classes. Then I had to take 7 more classes that are pre-reqs for the exam. Then I spent probably 700 hours attempting to cram everything you could think of related to personal finance (my god, there is a metric shit ton) into my head. The designation also requires 5,000 hours of experience in the planning field (which I thankfully already had). By the time I passed the test, I was no longer proud of the accomplishment, just relieved to have it behind me.

Work was intensely busy in November and December. I got little reading and no writing done.

I have a WIP featuring the Darcy/Rumlow pairing that has been languishing on my computer since 2020. To be honest, I've mosty forgotten what the conflict driving the plot was going to be. I think I was trying to tie it into the events of Wandavision. Took place after the show and had Monica Rambeau and Darcy kinda sorta working together and trying to figure out what, if anything, crossing the barrier that Wanda had thrown up did to them. Of course, Rumlow is alive and scarred and back with the good guys. And also really annoyed that his recent gunshot wound stuck him on desk duty watching the nerds complete their physicals as part of employee onboarding. Darcy doesn't want to have gym class with Rumlow, and Rumlow doesn't want to be there either but he's also kinda into the sassy brunette who tried to sweet talk him into passing her without making her run a mile. In the chapter or two I did write, the banter between Darcy and Rumlow was so fun, so I'd love to go back to it and try to move it along.

I got sucked into reading Draco/Hermione fanfic recently. Blame those damn Snow edits from the latest Hunger Games movie. Guys, I have never read those books or seen the movies, but blonde Tom Blyth is looking like the fanfic Draco of my dreams. How dare. This rabbit hole led to me deciding I needed to write a Dramione piece. It's maybe 6 pages and has gone nowhere even though I have a vague idea of the plot. My muse is struggling.

I found my old folder of all the fic I wrote in the past 20 years. There are still a couple hockey fics I haven't posted to AO3. There are also Anita Blake fics (I was a hardcore Anita/Edward girlie) and Harry Potter fics (don't cancel me but I used to write Snape/Hermione; NO student/teacher stuff though). I think I have an old Doctor Who fic featuring Nine/Rose (yes, I'm a Nine girlie). And a very old Forgotten Realms fic that paired Catti-Brie up with Jarlaxle. Look, I don't know. It was ages ago. With the exception of the hockey fics, I do not think any of these are of the same quality I've posted on AO3, but I've been toying with the idea of trying to clean them up and posting them so more of my work is archived together instead of spread over various fan sites. Does anyone have any interest at all in reading this shit? Like, at all?

I decided 2024 is going to be my book binding era. I bound isthisselfcare's Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love a couple weeks ago. I did all the typesetting with the help of some macros. Printed it, folded the signatures (the booklets that comprise the book), sewed them together with waxed linen thread, glued the text block together with some mull, and used chip board and book cloth to make the case. It feels and looks like a book, y'all! I could do a better job with lining the signatures up when punching the holes for sewing and with the measurements on the case, but overall I am pretty proud of it. If anyone is interested, I can link a nice tutorial series on TT and/or post progress pictures I took during my book binding experiment. I have to say, it's exciting to have the ability to put my fav fanfics on my physical bookshelf.

[theroseceleste]

Pilot Miguel - Part 9 - Don't Toy With Me

Miguel has a surprise for you but you can only see it when you next see him. What could it be? And where are you going next?

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Word count : 5180

Minors DNI

Contains : Smut : use of vibrator, penetrative sex, oral

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“I bought you something…”

Your phone flashes up with a message from Miguel one afternoon while you’re cleaning the kitchen in your apartment. Putting the sponge down, you pick up your phone and reply after rolling your eyes. The keyboard clacks as you type.

“I thought we agreed you weren’t going to spend any more money on me…”

You hold the phone and wait. It isn’t long before you see him typing back.

“I think you’ll find we agreed I won’t spend money on you during our trips. You never said anything about when we’re not on our trips.”

Damn it! He’s such a smart ass…

“Trust you to find a loophole. Go on, what did you get me?” you ask in your message back.

“You shall have to wait until we next see each other.”

You groan out loud when you read his reply.

“And when will that be?”

“In a few days time. I'm flying to England and you will be too.”

The phone almost drops out of your hands. England?! That’s one of the top countries you want to visit and you get to do it with your boyfriend!

Paris joins Acapulco in your small but growing collection of distant dreams. However, since then, you have decided to make things official.

Ashley, your roommate, is over the moon for you. Your stories of him getting your phone back in Paris and taking you to Versailles swayed her more to thinking that Miguel is genuine.

You and Ashley did some digging when you returned from Paris. The pair of you searched the hotel’s website for room prices. That man blasted nearly €10,000 for the two nights you spent together! No man who is after just screwing around until he gets bored would throw away that kind of money. This guy likes you. Like, he really likes you. €10,000… And you worried that the Chanel dress was too much… The fact that he spent that crazy amount of money so willingly, without a bat of an eyelid, makes you feel woozy.

Another way of making the relationship ‘official’ is mentioning you have a boyfriend to your parents. Yours and his picture in Paris has been sent to any member of the family who has a phone which is pretty much everyone. The whole freaking family knows about Miguel - thanks to your mother. She’s excited for you though. She can see the stars in your eyes and the blush in your cheeks when you talk about him. It’s only been a short amount of time in the grand scheme of things but the relationship is becoming more serious each time you meet.

The both of you are yet to visit each other’s homes still. But at least you now know he lives in the same city as you.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N).”

Another text comes in. Your mind went down a rabbit hole for a moment.

“England? Wow! I’ve always wanted to go! Still want to know what you got me…”

“Patience, chiquita…”

Your mind runs wild with ideas about what he’s bought you. You wonder if it has anything to do with England… Well, whatever it is, it better not be nearly ten thousand in any currency!

Now feeling too excited about your upcoming travel, the kitchen suddenly feels even less appealing.

You know it’s the day you fly with Miguel because that’s when you wake up with butterflies fluttering in your stomach the moment you open your eyes.

It’s a blessing and a curse. The blessing; what other way is better than waking up feeling like this? You can’t wait to get the day started, get ready for work, get ready for flying, get ready for him. The curse; why does it have to be so damn early? Looking at the clock, it’s not even seven AM. What makes things worse is that it’s an evening flight, so now that you’re wide awake, you’ll have to wait even longer.

After the hours painfully pass by, you finally make it to the airport. As arranged, you meet up in the staff car park first for a quick, secret reunion kiss before you walk together into the terminal. Now begins the usual airport routine. Queue at check-in, stare daggers at the other girls who wave at your man, then head for security.

He lets you go ahead of him in the queue for security and you start to do the usual. Remove your shoes, placing them into a crate alongside your hand-luggage and cellphone.

As always, you step through the metal detector without triggering it and you begin to get your items packed back in your luggage again as Miguel goes through. By the time you’re done, he comes away from the hand-luggage check area with a bit of a smirk.

“Are you alright?” you ask as he approaches you.

“Fine,” he replies, “they just wanted to check something in my bag.”

After security, you walk through the Duty Free section and find out what gate the plane will be at. Before you approach the staff lounge, you’re surprised when Miguel pulls you aside into a quiet, slightly secluded area near a bathroom.

“Take my luggage into the ladies, open it and wear the thing you find in the clear plastic bag.”

He speaks to you in a hushed tone, causing you to raise an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Please…”

“Miguel—“

He looks at you with an expression he hasn’t given you in a while. The novelty of calling him by his name wore off in Paris but you two have been apart since. It seems uttering his name once more does something to him.

“Just do it, chiquita. Por favor?”

You have to admit, you are intrigued.

“Fine.”

Taking his bag, which isn’t at all suspicious - it totally is… you roll it into the deserted ladies bathroom and into a cubicle. You sigh before opening it, your heart pounding slightly as you wonder what he wants you to wear. Probably a different pair of panties or something…

WRONG

Opening the lid, you’re greeted with the plastic bag he told you about. Only it doesn’t have sexy panties in there. Picking it up, you find a silicone vibrator complete with a cord, an absorbent pad and a small bottle of lube. Oh, shit.

You grab your phone and text him immediately.

“Are you fucking serious?!”

The text bubble indicating that he’s typing flashes up, only for a second before a one word reply appears.

“Absolutely.”

The keyboard clacks as you type back.

“You do know there’s supposed to be a remote with this?”

“In my pocket.”

Oh dear lord. This is what security wanted to check. That explains his smirk earlier.

You nearly gasp when you realise this is the thing he bought you.

Another text comes in.

“Better hurry. Your team will be starting the pre-flight brief soon.”

A groan reverberates in your cubicle. Is this really happening? You pinch yourself - ouch - yes, it’s really happening…

Another text flashes up.

“Tick tock…”

You jab back on the screen.

“Yes, alright!”

You finally pull your skirt and panties down. Opening the bottle of lube, you pour some of it onto your fingers and smother it over the curved vibrator, the smooth pink silicone glistening in the light.

Your phone buzzes again, making you flinch. What now?

“Don’t forget to turn it on. I’ll know if you don’t…”

Turning the now slippery item over in your hand you find the power button. You hold it down until a tiny LED light starts blinking.

Another soft groan fills the enclosed space as you position it at your entrance. A gentle push is all it takes as the lubricant does its job. Now nestled inside against your g-spot is the vibrator, primed and ready to make the next six hours an exhausting rollercoaster - starting from now.

BUZZ

“Ahhh!” you cry out as your core is rudely awakened by the intrusive buzzing.

Your legs give out immediately before you fall to the floor. That cheeky bastard of a boyfriend of yours has just activated it. Now you know why he left an absorbent pad in the bag too. At the end of this, you’re going to be wetter than the Atlantic Ocean. The vibrations are jamming everything, your muscles and your thoughts. It’s going to be a miracle if you survive this flight.

The buzzing deep within you stops, and your phone vibrates twice, shortly after.

“Just testing the range.” - Thanks for the warning…

“Also, I hope you’re alone in there. I heard you from here.”

You grumble as you stagger back to your feet, fit the pad into your underwear and get dressed again. He’s going to pay for this, and you have a whole night flight to cook up an evil plan.

Leaving the bathroom is easier than you expected. The toy is nestled nicely within you while cord pokes out, being bent against your clit as your panties are holding it there.

The sound of your heels striking the floor with every footstep makes Miguel look up from his phone.

“There you are,” he says softly as he takes his bag back from you.

He opens it to check the toy is definitively not in there.

“I’m definitely wearing it, O’Hara,” you say, sounding perhaps with a little more attitude than originally intended.

Miguel grabs your arm and pulls you close. His mouth grazes against your ear as he whispers darkly.

“I can hardly grab your pussy to che—“

“Migs!”

He lets go of you immediately and straightens up, eyes wide and twitching slightly.

Oh no…

A short woman with strawberry-blonde bob poking out under her pilot’s hat slides into view. She saw Miguel’s broad shoulder poking out from your little alcove further along the corridor and knew instantly it was him.

“It’s my favourite Captain! Yay!”

“Lyla…” you hear him un-enthusiastic reply.

Like with every flight, when surrounded by people he doesn’t know, he gets uncomfortable and his personality disappears in an instant. You find it strange, but sweet that you have been able to break his barrier, his defensive walls, and see the real him.

Lyla spots you as she approaches.

“Oh… I hope I’m not interrupting anything...”

She looks left and right with an animated expression as if to say ‘oops’.

You don’t feel the slightest bit threatened by Lyla’s presence, and come to think of it, Jess Drew too. They both seem totally unaware of Miguel’s handsomely good looks. Which is relieving for the both of you. However, Lyla makes up for the lack of infatuation by teasing him it seems.

“C’mon, we’ll be boarding soon!”

She pats Miguel on the shoulder as he reluctantly steps away from you. You follow closely behind, amused at how stiff Miguel is in comparison to Lyla. It seems like his comeuppance is starting earlier than you thought. But you have your own delicious plan brewing in your mind…

The pre-flight brief goes well. As always, you’re in first class, which is good news and bad news. First class is the smallest section of the plane so you have fewer people to serve. But this also means you’re likely to be in range from Miguel’s remote control. You squeeze your legs together, feeling the pink cord press against your clit as you do so.

You know for sure Miguel won’t play with the toy until after take off and flying at cruising altitude. He takes check-lists and safety measures far too seriously to get distracted by making you squirm, no matter how much he wants to. However, you just know the first time he does turn it on, it will render you useless.

“So, what’s the story with you and the first-class girl, Migs?” Lyla asks, interrupting the sweet silence as the plane cruises comfortably at forty-thousand feet.

Miguel growls slightly at her nickname for him.

“Who says there’s a story to tell?” he finally responds, sounding cryptic as he keeps a keen eye on the sky.

Quite a bit off to the right, he sees a plane flying in the same direction but at a different altitude. Its engines leave trails streaking behind it.

“C’mon Migs, it’s obvious there’s something going on between you two.”

He blinks momentarily in silence.

“Is that so?”

Lyla shrugs as she watches the sky too.

“The way you look at her for a start. Then, there’s the way she looks back at you. I’ve noticed those quick, not-so-subtle glances between the two of you. The reaffirming smiles before resuming your usual neutral expressions,” she pauses to clear her throat.

“Then, of course I overheard you say something about grabbing her puss—“

“Lyla!” he snaps, doing everything he can to stop her completing her sentence.

“What?! Just saying - there’s a story to tell…”

Miguel’s cheeks redden.

“Don’t forget the black boxes are listening to every word you say in the cockpit,” he growls.

“Yeah, I know. And that only gets listened to if something bad happens to the plane. Besides, we’re just having a conversation. Not my fault you can’t keep your cool.”

He notices a grin on her face. She’s so laid back and carefree it’s a wonder how she got into flying. Very much like Parker; good when it comes to the serious stuff, but the moment the plane’s on autopilot, they relax almost a little too much.

“I’d just appreciate it if we don’t discuss my personal life in the cockpit.”

Miguel glances at the apparatus, making sure everything is as it should be.

“Whatever you say, Migs,” Lyla replies as she gets up from her chair and leaves the cockpit to take a short bathroom break.

Now alone, a small smile creeps across his face as his hand leaves the yoke and goes into his pocket…

You have just finished serving dinner to the first-class passengers as the plane soars eastwards into the darkening sky. Standing in the galley, you’re aware that Lyla has exited the cockpit and locked the door behind her, to stop anyone unauthorised from getting in.

Just as you’re about to take a sip of your drink of water, it begins. A deep, buzzing sensation erupts in your core, pressing right up against your g-spot. You double over and clasp a hand over your mouth to stifle a yelp. Fuck!

As the strong vibrations stimulate your insides, the cord of the toy tickles your sensitive bud too. Your eyes almost roll backwards as you feel like your body has been jump started with an electric shock. Your muscles tensing as you sink to the floor of the galley as quietly as possible.

Then you feel a trickle of arousal begin to drip. You’re thankful that he considered the state you’d be in once he’s done toying with you.

The persistent buzzing changes into a pulsing rhythm, he’s changed it to a different mode and you curse him under your breath as it arouses you even further.

You take deep breaths to try and push through the hampering moment. Your body adjusting to the pleasurable disturbances within you.

Finally, it stops just before Lyla unlocks the bathroom door. You quickly rise to your feet, albeit a little wobbly and looking wildly flustered.

Lyla’s eyes land on you as she emerges from the bathroom and looks at you quizzically.

“You alright?” she asks, raising an amused eyebrow.

You nod as you’re not sure you’re able to speak.

“Ooookay…” Lyla says, strongly suspecting that something is definitely going on as she shuts the bathroom door and enters the security code to gain access to the cockpit.

Miguel stores the remote back in his pocket, his cock twitches slightly at the thought of you clenching around the vibrator. However he has to stop fantasising over how wet and needy you’re going to be for him later as Lyla steps back into the cockpit.

“Whatever you did to her just now, she’s all flustered in the galley…” Lyla reports as she takes her seat and straps herself in.

“And you say there’s no story to tell…”

The Captain stares blankly into the dark blue sky, transitioning into solid black. Eventually, a small smirk grows across his lips which his co-pilot notices.

“Naughty boy…”

“I didn’t go out there and do anything…”

“You don’t have to, I know what you’re doing.”

Miguel can tell that Lyla is avoiding saying exactly what he’s doing in fear of him snapping at her again, but he’s amazed that she worked it out so damn quickly. She definitely is smart and incredibly observant.

A few times within every hour the flight takes, your boyfriend activates that damn toy. Each time, you nearly drop, or accidentally throw something into the air; the vibrations are that powerful and distracting. You recover quickly from them though as your body becomes desensitised to the initial shock when it starts each time. There have been a few occasions where he left it on long enough to nearly trigger an orgasm, only to cruelly leave you gasping and panting heavily as he turns it off before you get your release.

When Miguel’s voice sounds throughout the cabin telling passengers and crew to prepare for landing, you feel great relief as you know he’ll be leaving that remote well alone for the rest of the flight.

You’re absolutely soaked. The pad Miguel gave you did a good job, but even that is starting to struggle. If you feel one more vibration you’re certain you’ll cum on the spot. And you swear, when you get your hands on that man when you’re alone, you’ll give him everything he deserves.

The plane lands safely and smoothly as always, despite the raging arousal coursing through you, you can’t help but feel proud of your man.

Going through customs is once again hell, but this time for different reasons. Most of the excitable cabin crew have given up trying to flirt with the Captain. They eventually get the idea that they’d have better chances with a brick wall. This time, the struggle is Miguel being a smug bastard.

At any given moment that he can touch you, he does, without it looking too obvious. He’s driving you crazy and he knows it as you queue to have your passport checked. With all the teasing during the flight, you’re extremely aroused and needy. You can’t wait to get your hands on him.

“Do you need to head to the bathroom to, um… sort yourself out?” he asks quietly once you’re both cleared from customs.

A smirk forms on your face.

“Oh no, I’m good, thanks.”

He raises a quizzical eyebrow.

“You’ve removed it already?” he asks as his brown eyes wander over your hand luggage.

“Nope, still in there.”

His gaze snaps back to you.

“Did you enjoy your new toy?”

“Oh yes. I can’t wait to use it again later too…”

You give him a Cheshire Cat grin, the plan you have in mind will be delicious. The both of you make your way out of the airport terminal and to the hotel you’re booked into.

The room you have is nothing special, but you don’t care. What’s more important is who’s with you and what you’re about to do with them.

As soon as your hotel room door is closed you pounce on him. Desperate hands seize his uniform as hungry lips meet his. There’s a loud thud as he falls against the wall while the pair of you make-out furiously.

Before you become aware, his hand slips into his pocket. You hear a click followed by the deep buzzing sound inside your overstimulated core.

“Fuck!” you almost yell into his mouth as you lean against him for support.

His arms wrap around you, leaving the vibrator going, pulsing against your g-spot.

“The whole flight I wondered how you looked when I turned this on.”

He kisses your neck as you shudder, mouth agape, struggling to hold yourself together. Your plan is slowly slipping out of your hands. Losing yourself to this rapidly building orgasm. Do you surrender?

“I wish I was there for the first time I did it.”

Your resolve strengthens, trying to ignore every intrusive pulse massaging your sensitive spot.

“The first time had me on the floor in the galley,” you manage to reply in a breathless manner.

Miguel groans in your ear. Clearly the image of you sinking to the floor where anyone could find you while your body conceals a vibrator turns him on. He imagines how flustered you’d look if you were discovered. Or how you’d feel if it brought you to orgasm in front of a passenger.

You have to have the last laugh today. He can’t win again.

Your fingers begin to undo his jacket as you look at his tie; giving you an idea. A desperate groan leaves your lips as you squeeze your thighs together. The vibrations are almost too much.

“Turn it off…” you whisper, your brows knitted together with need.

“I want you to cum on it…”

“I want to cum on your cock,” you retort, you aren’t simply stating what you want, it’s an order.

He looks down at you as he feels you peel the jacket off of his shoulders. This is a new tone from you and he thinks he likes it. So demanding. But then again, what else should he expect from someone who’s been teased over five to six hours?

Your fingers now undo his tie, slipping the regal purple material from under his collar.

Another desperate groan fills the room as you try to resist a climax, spurring him on to reach for his pocket and turn it off.

A heavy sigh of relief is released from your parted lips. Your eyes close as you relish in the peace and stillness within you. The muscles in your core relax once more, unclenching around the toy.

You step away and remove your uniform, keeping his tie wrapped around your hand.

“What do you intend to do with that?” Miguel asks, gesturing towards his tie before removing his crisp white shirt.

“Finish getting undressed and you’ll find out,” you reply slyly.

Before long, you’re both naked and lying on the bed, kissing one another hungrily. You decide to turn it up a notch.

“I’m so wet for you…”

He moans as he imagines what it’s going to feel like, sliding into your heat with ease.

Your hand glides down his front as you watch his muscles flex under your delicate touch, until they reach his urgent dick.

“Looks like you’re ready for me…”

Miguel nods in response. Now it’s him looking all needy. Perfect.

“Turn over, baby. Hands behind your back.”

His half-closed eyes widen as he puts two and two together.

“You’re using my tie to restrain me, chiquita?” he mumbles.

You bite your lip and nod your head, hoping he’ll go ahead with this.

To your surprise, he does as you say. His magnificent body turns over on the bed. The muscles in his arms and back flex as he places his hands behind him.

Slowly you wrap the long purple material around his wrists and tie them together, making it as complex as possible so he can’t wriggle out of it.

Then, just because it’s there, you bite his ass cheek, like you did in Paris, earning a grunt before a groan as you suck on his firm skin.

“Fuck, baby… You hungry?”

“Mhmmm… very…”

“Get up and sit on the couch,” you instruct him before spanking his peachy ass which elicits a yelp.

You like this power you have over him. It feels good to change things up a bit.

Now, without the use of his arms, he struggles to get off of the bed. You decided to help him up.

He flops back into the couch, positioning his backside further forward on the cushion so he can make room for his restrained arms. His gorgeous, narrow hips presented perfectly for you. Ready and waiting.

His gaze rests upon you as you finally pull the vibrator from your pussy. It almost feels strange now that it’s gone. He nearly moans as he notices how much it glistens in the light.

The cushion dips even lower as you straddle his hips. The two of you look at each other quietly as you rest your hands against his shoulders and lower your hips slightly until the tip of his length kisses your drenched entrance.

“Is this my punishment for teasing you? I’m not allowed to touch you?” he asks seductively, thinking it’s cute you want to punish him.

“Maybe…” you whisper against his lips as you slowly start to sit.

“Maybe not…”

The tight ring of your core crowns his cock before sinking lower, taking him in deeper and deeper. You’re that wet, no hands are required to keep him in place. He just slides in with complete ease.

Whether it is his punishment or not, it’s already working. Your torturous descent on his shaft spurs him on to wriggle his arms to try and break free. To pull you onto him fully, to get you to take him right up to the hilt.

He feels so deep inside you, far deeper than the toy ever reached. It’s so satisfying feeling the hot skin of his dick infiltrating you, only adding to the inferno generated inside of you from the vibrator.

“Mhmmm chiquita, if this isn’t my punishment, then what is?”

His breath is shaky, making it almost impossible to speak. He starts to wonder what he’s got himself into.

“You’ll see…” you reply with a smirk.

You start off slow. Rippling your body with every rise and fall. Each ripple generates a delicious grind of your clit against his perfectly defined ‘V’ above his hips. With all the teasing you endured, you don’t think it’ll take too long. The smooth, pre-cum dripping head of his shaft gently massages over your g-spot, making up for the persistent, sharp, buzzing it has received over the last few hours.

“Mhmm you’re so deep inside me baby…” you moan to him before speeding up a bit.

He lets out a pathetic moan as you compliment his size, commenting how far inside of you he can reach.

“Keep riding me, chiquita - more…”

“You want more?”

“Ssssí~” he hisses with pleasure, his eyes almost closed.

You increase your efforts, speeding up, grinding harder. But then you cool things down, slowing and doing lighter ripples. He simply whimpers for more. You grin, this still isn’t his punishment.

For what feels like the millionth time today, a tightening sensation builds within you. His noises of need working alongside physical and satisfying stimulation, inside and out, brings you closer to your release.

He senses this too. Your moans are increasing in pitch and your breathing quickens. The hot, moist walls of your core clench hard around him. Harder than ever. He’s certainly given you a workout.

“Faster, please baby, faster!” he begs you, his voice breaking as he tries to speak

That desperation in his voice as he begs you is your tipping point. Your release feels well and truly mind blowing. You kiss him between your moans as you slow down your efforts.

“No…” he pauses as you kiss him, “no, don’t stop…”

You smirk against his lips as you brush his hair from his face.

“I’m all tired out, baby… it’s been a long day.”

“No! Please! You can’t just stop right now…”

Despite his urgent protests, you dismount him and step away from the couch. He cries out for you, moaning, begging.

His voice dies down however when he sees you grab the toy and the remote from his trousers pocket.

“What- what are you…”

“Shhh…” you hush him as you kneel between his parted legs in front of the sofa.

“You must be quiet, people are still sleeping…” you whisper to him with a grin.

The relentless buzz returns as you turn it on with the remote. This time, it’s louder as it’s no longer buried within you.

Miguel pants as he watches you inch the toy closer to his throbbing cock.

You press it against the sensitive tip, making his whole body tense up as he cries out again.

“Shhh… don’t make a sound remember? Just like how I couldn’t on the plane.”

He tips his head back as he tries to breathe deeply through the intense sensation. This is his punishment, like-for-like payback.

Slowly, you swirl the vibrating toy around the top, alternating in pressure with every revolution. His body jolts and tenses with each agonising moment that passes.

Then you drag the vibrator down the underside of his dick, running over every vein until you reach his balls.

He arches his back violently as his legs open wider in response to your teasing. You notice that he’s being quiet now, gritting his teeth.

Pre-cum beads at his slit after a large throb.

“Chi- chiquita…” he whispers, his big brown eyes looking at you pleadingly.

“Lo siento~” (I’m sorry)

His hips jolt again.

“Por favor, lo siento~” (Please, I’m sorry)

To change things up, you run the toy up and down his shaft, all around it.

You’re teasing him so much that pre-cum pools at the base of his length.

Another click on the remote changes the intensity and pattern. Rather than just constant buzzing, it pulses in a slow and steady rhythm. You watch, hypnotised as his hips thrust against the toy, desperately seeking more contact and stimulation.

Sweat beads on his skin, glinting in the light as he struggles to find his release.

Finally, you feel he’s been punished enough. The buzzing instantly stops at the press of the remote button and you put the toy aside.

Before he can say or do anything, your hands reach behind him to undo his restraints as you take him into your mouth. The taste of salt spreads across your tongue as you swirl it around the head.

“Fuck, chiquita!” he grunts as his arms break free.

Desperate fingers tug at your perfect bun, destroying the hair style and letting your locks tumble down around your face. With his hands in your hair, he pulls you down gently, careful not to make you choke.

Eventually, he pulls you up, making you release him with a wet pop. In one swift motion, he picks you up and carries you to the bed.

“I need to be inside you, properly…” he mumbles before placing you gently on the mattress.

Within seconds he’s on top of you, making love to you, grunting heavily into your ear.

He brings you to climax, one after another, until he finally gets his release. Loud groans fill the hotel room, erupting from his parted lips.

“Shhh! You’ll wake the other hotel guests…” you hush him before giggling quietly.

“I don’t care - fuck them…” he groans into your ear again.

“I’d rather you fuck me,” you retort.

“Your wish is my command…”

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Hi ! KagaKuro for the ship bingo ? ✨

*I think I've already exhausted all the ways to express how much they belong together.

*Their dynamic is The One for me even though I don't actually believe in the concept.

*It took me about two years to start shipping them, slowly, at first I was like, besties-for-life, then I moved to something like queerplatonic partners, finally realising I just wanted to ship them very traditionally. Not that those other things are any lesser, I just needed steps because until then I was so boring I only shipped canon ships or ships that were hinted at in canon. KagaKuro was my first ever non-canon ship, out of anything. I had to break so many mental barriers to get there, I really worked for it, that's why my brain is forever attached.

*It was literally the joke from Izuki that opened the can of worms. My friend pointed out that they would be a good couple and sent me a song they jokingly associated with KagaKuro. It was some popular song, Sleeping With a Friend...? I'm bad with popular music. Anyway it was literally a joke first and then at some point I was like.... unless? (This is a theme with all my dearest headcanons, at first I think, no, never, then, oh well as a joke, then I begin to toy with the idea and it's a rabbit hole from there).

*I don't really see much fix-it potential in KnB in general because the whole story is like a fix-it fic. But if there's one thing to fix that relates to this ship it's that God damned Last Game ending. (So I did, of course.)

*I'm convinced they are so soft with each other when no one is looking that it's not even funny.

*Well yes, I'm thinking about them constantly. I'm a disabled neurodivergent who can't even drive and lives in the middle of nowhere, there's not that much I can do for stress relief so they are my stress relief. I'm making that sound like it's an excuse for my obsession but honestly I'm also just obsessed and there's no helping it.

*Yes they are exactly That Deep. And I bet I could convince some people who disagree, otherwise. (Because I already have.)

*I did say I realised I wanted to ship them very traditionally so yes they are getting married in my head.

*Literally wasn't sure if they wanted to fight when I was just introduced to them. Also wasn't sure if they wanted to fuck when I started shipping them and I needed to write about 300 000 words about them before I figured it out.

Thank you for letting me ramble about my favourite couple again. ✨

[brandonjohnbarnard]

Production history around: Tinguely Feeling

Tinguely Feeling was one of the most complicated projects I have done so far. The seed of this idea was originally planted in June of 2024, when I started reading into Nouveau réalisme. Jumping down rabbit hole after rabbit hole eventually dropped me onto a page about Jean Tinguely and Métamatics.

Métamatics was a series of works started in the 1950s which used robots and automation to create works of art. Often, these works would use chance elements, meaning that each work created by these machines was unique in some capacity, with interesting results being churned out.

That really simplifies it, though. There were pieces that exploded, many water fountains, and pieces that evoked many of the themes that Duchamp’s readymades did as well. I really recommend reading further into the topic yourself.

At this point, I was still on a DADA high, so the similarities between the areas was compelling to me too.

I was really drawn in by many of the points made with Métamatics, and how they parallel a lot of the arguments currently around AI art and ownership, creativity, and the ‘soul’ present in art.

Métamatics also explores an aspect of chance which I am very interested in: destruction. Often Tinguely’s machines would destroy themselves in the process of being shown off, with this being part of the performance. Homage to New York (1960) and Study for an End of the World №2 (1962) are both examples of this.

I had explored destruction before with Eggistential, but like most chance investigations I want to explore them all more thoroughly. This destruction aspect of Métamatics influenced the dancing stages in the film having debris that got knocked around everywhere, like the buttons, rice, and sea glass.

It was also inspired by the works of Robert Morris, like his untitled 1968 piece. The way the work fell was inspired by chance, further amplified by the actions of non-human actors, which I thought was a fun idea.

This film is also an offshoot of my exploration into non-human agency. Previously I had explored that idea with animals in ‘Doggy Style’, with its medium article explaining the reasoning.

Having the robots decide what the narrative of the piece ending up being was actually a lot more fun that I expected, and not nearly as stressful. The robots did actions which would have been so difficult to plan, but ended up being the heart of the piece. Them dancing in the ring, both falling over at the same time. The comedy they brought was great. In a way, it feels similar to improv.

A week after this reading into Tinguely (July, 2024), I found a cosmojetz wind-up toy, created by the company Kikkerland, at the Children’s Hospice charity shop on Mutley. At that moment, I knew what I was making next.

This led me down the path of trying to see if I could learn more about these Kikkerland robots. I learned way more about the designer, how many robot variants and colours there were, and also about how hard they were to acquire on the second-hand market. The UK and Europe do not have many available compared to the USA.

I ended up getting: a pink Pea, a Cosmojetz, a Pintacuda, a Cranky, and two Katitas. I still look occasionally to see if any are listed, as they are fun to collect and play with.

Originally, I wanted to merge this Kikkerland robot idea with a separate found object idea. I used to regularly litter pick in Plymouth (this stopped after I got my dog Toffee — not enough hands when walking), and while litter picking, I would find people’s faces. Torn up IDs, polaroid pictures, key charms, etc. I saved these oddities, among others, as it was something fun to do. I was thinking of sticking these face to the robots to add a weird ‘look where you ended up’ type of energy to the film. The main one I wanted to use was found in 2021 at Freedom Fields Park.

Though, the robots moved around too chaotically for this to work, and I also worried about privacy concerns.

I bought the walking robots from Cancer UK charity shops. These were Halloween themed since it was October. I bought 2 of them, thinking I may use them for something. Early on in production, I wanted there to be some purity of only using Kikkerland robots, though this waned over time. After playing with them, decided to buy many more.

These robots meant the idea of attaching faces to the non-human actors came back, but in a different way.

The nodding sunlight cat was bought in Japan, back in April of 2024 during my honeymoon (when Gacha’nce was filmed). The cat normally sits on my wife’s desk, agreeing with everything she says.

Originally, I wanted the robots (bugs) to be dancing around in a vase. I bought one and tested it out, and while the sound was cool, it didn’t really have further directions it could have gone (feel free to play with the idea and prove me wrong).

The rule of three was there in the beginning, in terms of there being 3 dances, and 3 skits. Also, having a wind-up phase, a release, and the slow down captures was thought of near the beginning as well.

Recently, I have been thinking more about visualising chance, and why film is a good mechanism for its capture.

With an explosion, what do you capture? The object before it explodes? Well, that’s just an object. After, it is just a mess on the floor. In the middle, it is neither a mess, nor an item. There is no semblance of what type of transformation took place, just that one is taking place. That’s why I think its best to show pre-prompt, prompt, and post-prompt.

As such, I wanted to capture the wind up, the placement, the movement, and the eventual stop.

Before filming, one of my major initial stresses was trying to figure out where the dance scene going to take place. I decided on using a shelf in one of our under-used rooms.

It’s funny how engaging in an activity can transform a space for ever. Now whenever I see this shelf, I think about the film. The film transformed a mundane part of my life into something special. This is a reoccurring aspect of my filmmaking journey.

My wife and I had just finished watching Twin Peaks, so creating a red room felt like a fun idea. I’m very happy with how the curtains turned out.

I also wanted to reference my other films in some capacity. So, I made one of the rooms tinfoil and M&Ms to match Tinfoil Candy. I was also going to have a scene with the dogs that called back to ‘Doggy Style’, but I changed my mind as I worried about the robots either scaring or hurting the dogs.

Though, after making Disseminate, and how many self-references that had to my practice, I decided to tone back other ideas, and rather create something more original.

All of the buttons were a last-minute find, from the Barnardo’s charity shop in Armada Way. I really like how the robots kick the buttons around.

The Pintacuda robot (we called it the Snitch) broke during the dance. Interesting to think about items breaking mid-production as a chance event. It also echoes back to Tinguely’s robot’s destroying themselves mid-performance.

I knew I wanted to do three skits, but really struggled on finalising the final one. I knew that the boxing scene would look iconic, and that the painting scene would be a mess/potentially break a robot, so doing the former scene first was a priority.

Robot wars was an inspiration: gameshows where two robots would be put in a ring, and the last one to survive would be the victor. I used to watch these shows a lot as a kid, and they really stuck with me.

As a side note, I love that in robot battle events, often a ramp is the most powerful piece of offensive tech. The ability to wedge and flip. It does feel kind of judo in a way.

Seeing how crazy the Kikkerland robots looked bouncing around, I thought they could easily do a faux clash in the middle of a ring.

Making the ring was not too difficult. It was, and still is, a box which is being used to store some anime figurines. Madoka Magika x Bakemonogatari figures to be specific. The idea that they are hiding under the ring while the battle is taking place is kind of funny. I stuck some cut up sosatie (kebab) sticks into the corners, and surrounded them with string.

Someone on one of the Discord servers I frequent said that the boxing scene reminded them of Raging Bull but in colour. Another friend, Ocean, made a comment that when the boxers started holding hands, and going around in circles that it evoked thoughts of yin and yang.

I love these accidental associations people are making from my works — that they poke the brain and something else falls out.

As can be seen in the film, my original plan of using Kikkerland robots for the boxing scene failed dramatically. They instantly shot off and got stuck in the ropes. So, from this I decided to use the walking robots instead. Seeing how well they did instead of the Kikkerland robots are what inspired the marathon scene, as well as broke me away from the idea of having the film being so ‘one type of robot’ oriented.

The participants of the marathon, from left to right, were Isobel (my wife), me, my friends Zoe and Louis, Chico Bicalho (Kikkerland robot designer), my dogs Toffee and Noodle, my PhD supervisor Dylan Yamada-Rice, and the creator of Métamatics and namesake of the film, Jean Tinguely.

Getting them all to stand at once and not run off from the starring line was quite difficult. I tired many times to somehow hold them all at once by myself but failed. So, my wife helped me with it the moment she came in the door from work (sorry hun, and thanks!).

My robot winning at the end was not planned at all — I feel like it actually looks quite bad! I did consider re-running the race to avoid this, but that would be completely against my ethos of embracing chance, so it is what it is.

I wanted to do this since the start. An homage to Tinguely’s own drawing robots, as well as a homage to many of the chance methods I have learnt about so far being focused on mediums like painting more broadly.

The moment where the one robot would not walk is so funny. They got stuck to the paint, which I guess completely countered their mechanics.

The ending of the film was the cherry on top in my opinion. Hanging a painting to say, ‘it’s done!’ is such a fun way to end something. The painting is a permanent fixture in our home now.

Originally, we wanted to use a music box as the backing of the piece. We bought a Kikkerland make-your-own-music box kit, and were working on producing our own three songs for the piece. This mechanical energy, and the doubling down on the Kikkerland brand I thought would be fun. Though, the energy of the songs produced did not match the fast energy I wanted from the robots dancing around.

For the dancing scenes, I ended up using the song Den Wölfen by Fania_Katz. I really like its chaotic energy, and it has elements which remind me of older machines twirling. Beeps and boops.

A note I got from my friend Abi has stuck with me a bit: “love that in all your films you have a distinct aesthetic and vision 😊 you’re really consistent with your work”. A week before posting Tinguely Feeling, I did a talk, and one of the lecturers after came up to me and said my works all have a cohesion to them, a shared style. This has been something I have thought about a bit. What are the hallmarks of my films. What is that intangible energy that I leave behind?

[sirfrogsworth]

[Image ID: A Facebook post showing a graphical chart of "The Highest Grossing Movies of the Year (2023)" and a series of screen captured replies to that image.

Image 1: Top US Film Grosses for 2023

Text: Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny -- $174.4M Sound of Freedom -- $184.1M John Wick: Chapter 4 -- $187.1M Ant-Man Quantumania -- $214.5M The Little Mermaid -- $298.1M Oppenheimer -- $324.4M Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 -- $358.9M Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse -- $381.3M Mario Bros Movie -- $574.9M Barbie -- $635.9M

Image 2: A reply from Eric Petruncio.

Text: "I think this is because people thought the Barbie movie was going to be silly and about the doll, not a political shit show. Sad we just can't have movies for movie sake anymore."

Image 3: A reply from Ben Cox to Eric Petruncio.

Text: "Man, did you look at the chart? This isn't "oh man, this movie isn't what I thought it was gonna be" kind of money. This is "I'm going to see it multiple times" kind of money. Because you didn't like it doesn't mean others didn't. Read a review next time, don't go see it if you feel that way. Also, it's not sad people are talking about issues they see and feel in everyday life in movies. That's people using their 1st amendment rights instead of just sitting there and grumbling about it. That is the least 'sad' thing I can think of."

Image 4: A reply from Carter Adams to Eric Petruncio.

Text: "Maybe those messages spoke to the experiences of a whole whole whole lot of people."

Image 5: A reply from Eric Petruncio to Carter Adams.

Text: "And that's fine and should be shared, but do you know who Barbie the doll's target audience is? Young girls ages 4 to about 10 or so. Does a 6 year old need to hear the political messages of that movie, or would you expect a movie about a child's toy to be a movie targeted to children instead of adults?"

Image 6: A reply from Eric Petruncio to Ben Cox.

Text: "Guess it's "old fashioned" to not want political messages in every single small part of life. My bad."

Image 7: A reply from Benjamin Grelle to Eric Petruncio.

Text: "So what are some examples of old fashioned movies you like that didn't have political messages?"

Image 8: A reply from Eric Petruncio to Benjamin Grelle.

Text: "I dunno, The Matrix? JAWS? Die Hard? Top Gun? Dragon Ball Z World's Strongest? Toy Story? Vampire Hunter D? Saving Private Ryan? Green Mile? Need more?"

Image 9: A reply from Benjamin Grelle to Eric Petruncio.

Text: "The Matrix was transgender allegory written by two transgender women. You know the red pill? It actually resembles the estrogen medication trans people took when starting hormone replacement therapy. It is one of the most deeply philosophical and political films you could possibly watch. In fact, I highly recommend seeking out the audio commentary where they had modern day philosophers analyze the film. You might be surprised how deep the political rabbit hole goes.

And you really think Saving Private Ryan is apolitical? It's literally men fighting fascism. It shows the horrors of war. How in the world do you watch Saving Private Ryan without noticing political messages?

Green Mile is commentary on the death penalty, incarceration, and racism.

Top Gun is literal Navy propaganda."

Image 10: Reply continued...

Text: "And this might blow your mind, but Jaws was a critique of capitalism—"highlighting how economic interests often prioritize profit over the well-being of people."

And if you watch Dragon Ball Z again, his spiky hair spells out quotes from Karl Marx's Das Kapital as he is fighting the dragons. And their balls. And the letter Z.

Okay, I have no idea what Dragon Ball Z is.

The point is, most films have a political message. Blazing Saddles was about racism. Star Wars was allegory for the communist Viet-Cong rebels. Jurassic Park was about the dangers of mixing capitalism and scientific advancement.

The only difference is when those older movies came out, you weren't looking for a political message. You just watched the kung fu and the crazy combat of WWII and the rubber shark eating people and chose not to engage with the political content.

But now you have "woke" goggles on. You can't watch a movie without hyperanalyzing it for wokeness. And so you think movies are more political than they used to be, despite movies always having these kinds of messages.

So, you either need to go back to turning off your brain and just watching movies mindlessly... or accept the fact that movies have messages and you have been missing them for most of your life.

Also, Barbie was actually targeted at women and teens who used to play with Barbies. Like, that was the entire plot of the movie. It was rated PG-13. So if you think a PG-13 movie is meant for 4 year olds, you should probably review the MPAA ratings guidelines." /.End ID]

Woke Goggles™ strike again.

Also, he really set himself up with that movie list. Hoo boy.

Like, I knew the trap I created was not going to work out for him. And it was extra fun how confident he was with "I dunno" and "need more?" All while setting me up for the spike with an oversized beach ball.

[demon-blood-youths]

Wow, I had no idea Rust nd Sai were that crazy on the officers. I worry about the other officers that is watching some of your members and the others. Do you both enjoy teasing them like that?

@the-silver-peahen-residence Rust and Sai look at each other after hearing the anon's question before laughing and snickering with each other. "Is it bad if we do?" Sai smiles slyly. "Those guys were the ones teasin us first, ya know? Goin bout that they can take care of us and make sure we don't get into trouble cuz of our records." Rust grins. "I mean who wouldn't want to mess with them?" Rust laughs. Said nods, "It started out as business as usual until we decided how far we can tease them until we have them under us."

"Davion was hard to get down." Rust smiles, "I try to take him down so I can touch the pretty sensitive places. He couldn't take it so he made sure I behaved. It helps both of us be in this place. It's a good exercise if ya know what I mean.." Said the blond. ------

"Ah..ah...damn...this is a good workout!" Rust panted as the rouge knight rode the dragon non-stop. Davion is growling underneath while he is being tied up. "Come on. Don't be like that! It's fun for both of us."

"Ah..fuck...Rust..." Davion groaned, closing his eyes as he felt Rust bouncing onto his cock. He feels so great. "I might get tired so let me drink some of your blood. As payback, I can offer some of mine." Rust tells the dragon before he goes to speed up the pace. "After this, you can have me however you like." "Shit...when I do. I make sure you behave, Knight." Davion growls as his eyes glow. Rust grins with a lustful look in his glowing crimson eyes, "I can't wait..." ------- Sai nods, "Same thing with Officer McGinnis, I enjoy his company very much. We started off as light first before further down the rabbit hole. I had him in a lock before biting my fangs into him." Said Sai, revealing snake fangs. "I made him super aroused to where I have him. It was fun. ------ "That's it! Right there, bat!" Sai moans as he makes sure to keep the bat close inside of him while wrapping his legs over his waist as the bat is under his spell, pounding into him non-stop. He made sure to have Terry close to his neck so he could bite him or whatever. Sai moans when Terry bites into him, feeling those fangs. Sai bucks his hips back. Sai is enjoying the pleasure now between them. His cell is a good place for them to release their urges. "Fuck...there! Don't stop! I make sure to give you some of that in return." "Fuck..Sai...you...snake..." "Yeah..I know. But I like you love this, don't you?~" Sai's words are like the temptation to Terry. He couldn't help himself to chase that pleasure as he kept thrusting into that warm tight hole of the snake. "We can go...ah....many rounds if you like. We got all night, my lovely bat~" ----- "That's how we spend our time with them." Sai smiles. Now he thinks about it, he hums, "I also heard that Ink got six officers looking after her. It seems like Mr. Henderson looks like he needs serious help." Sai smirked. Rust nods before blinking, "Oh yeah! Did you hear? Itadori and Fushiguro got assigned to that guy named uh...guy with the red streak in his hair. You know. That guy? Officer...Hash..moto or something?"

"Him? I pity the poor soul. He is about to get eaten up by those two. Those two are what I consider tops. Officer Hashimoto is a...hmmm..what do you call it?" "A sub?" Rust goes to drink some water. "If you present someone that looks ready to eat, no doubt that those two want you. I bet you that they're having fun with him and making him come back to them over and over. Knowing Itadori, he makes sure that his partners feel good. Ask Fushiguro." "Indeed. Fushiguro told me that they use toys to keep the game going." He said. "But anyway...we aren't worried. You see...Ink and Oblivion are good when it comes to officers." Rust grins, "Yeah. I mean...after all..most of the inmates run the join. The officers are like our....um...people we love to hang out with or pass the time in here. Fun times." He grins. "Now you know, anon. That said...we should find the bat and the dragon. I'm up for another round." Said. "Same here!" Rust grins.

[wokeplusme]

I Was Bored

I was bored the other night so I turned on the news to see what was happening in the world.  A Senator  from Florida was telling the host his ideas on how they could reduce shooting in the schools.  What I heard, I had trouble getting my head around it.

His idea was to re-enforce security in the schools. The term he used was harden them. Now the only other time I heard that term used was in the military and we were talking about bunkers not schools.

He had my attention, …. I had no idea where this was going , but I was guessing down a deep dark rabbit hole. Also, when he was referring to the killers he referred to them as  Active shooters. Guess that  cleans it up, makes it acceptable to him.

A killer by any other name, still a killer. The fact that people and newscasters uses the term active shooter and schools have Active shooter drills, well that should tell even the mentally challenged something, right?

The GRAND plan was to put Police in the schools. Is it my imagination or is this really stupid. If this was the best he and his friends could come up with??? You need new friends buddy.

Here’s what I pictured after that Senator finished talking.

My first day at school.

Mom opens the front door of the school. She is stopped by a burly Cop and told I have to go the rest of the way myself. Apprehensively I pass through a second set of interior doors made of steel,bars like on TV at a jail. There’s a COP on the other side of the bared doors  directing traffic so to speak. He sent boys to the left and girls to the right , guess the boys were more dangerous.

The boys were lined up facing the wall and were frisked. The girls on the other hand were stared at in an intimidating way but never touched. The two lines merged again in front of a giant metal door like thing (a metal detector). The alarm went off as I went through. I felt rough hands grab me and put me up against the wall. Out of the corner of my eye I see this big COP. I felt fear and bladder pressure.

The COP yells at me, you were told to face the wall and spread your legs. I was so scared I think I succumbed to the bladder pressure. Yes, I peed my pants.  Another COP used a wand to see if I had a gun or a knife. Then he reaches down to find a wet metal matchbox toy. He is really mad and yells saying I should be more careful , that’s how kids get killed.

If you were cleared , you continued on down the hall to your class. Nobody said or knew what happened to the kids they did not clear and the host of the TV show never asked.

As I stumble down to my classroom there was my teacher (who has a Pfeifer-Zeliska revolver in his shoulder holster). Oh ya recess was fun too: if the teacher remembered to unlock the side door to let us out. You should see the fire drills, it’s like the circus is coming to town in WW2. Twice I had to jump from a second story window to get to the form up area in time. Thank you for the grand plan.

Well that got me thinking, I remember my first day at school. I was terrified , my mom told me to take my favourite toy in my pocket to give me courage. With the toy and my mom holding my hand , I got the courage to go through the front doors. I remember  I was holding my mom’s hand so tight she stopped and kissed me on the cheek and I release my grip. I remember she took me down what seemed like a long hall (that later turned out to be about 10 steps). The teacher was at the door and my mom did a really smooth hand off. The next thing I remember was sitting in the classroom talking to my friends. That was mom’s way of introducing me to my school.

To be honest I like Mom’s way of doing things.

Did some checking, did you know that the USA Gun Violence Archive (no that really is a place), tracked more than 647 mass shootings in 2022 and 690 in 2021. As of May 2023 there have been 202 mass shooting. True not all of these are in schools. Some were at night clubs, churches, shopping centres , fair grounds , apartment building , sweet 16 birthday parties, and well everywhere really.

There is an upside to this for some people. Gun manufactures make more money, gun retailers make more money, and I'm sure metal detectors will go up in price at some point. The funeral industry profits as well but I don’t think they want the added business. We are going to need more police, should help with the unemployment.

What's it going to take??

Common sense.  Just a few gun laws in place, that can all change. Don’t believe me, Google Australia , Canada or Great Britain to see their mass shootings, or lack of them. We are not keeping it a secret, if we are , well I told the world now , Sorry.

About 19 children are killed by or receive emergency treatment for gunshot wounds in the USA each and every day. No child deserves to feel unsafe at school or for that matter anywhere.

Any mass shootings will create an acutely unsafe, unhealthy and dangerous environment. School shootings especially have impacts far beyond the immediate victims; they create a wave of fear, anxiety and trauma in schools across the country.

Is it my imagination or is the republican party losing it? Well they are the law and order party right? Ask Trump (EX President) ,(Texas AG) Paxton, and (EX President) Nixon, well OK, you'll have to use a Ouija board for Nixon. The list is a lot longer but I'm trying to keep my first blog short.

I was watching the news today: I should buy stock in a metal detector manufacturing company. That’s going to be one of the many growing industries in the USA. You don’t want to know what the others, you won’t be happy.

[mara-tevith-solo]

Sing a Little Song For Me

Photo not mine

Part 7 of the drabble set and we’re hitting some angst

Warnings: Angst, forest fire, invasion, mentions of past death, mentions of animal death

Pairing: Eventual Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc 

Rating 18+

Taglist: @rayurbay​ @tinyfairies​  @perseny​ @kimqueenofhell​ @blueberry-thrawn​​​​​

Words: 1.2k+

It was the heat that woke me, blasting through the doorway like an ill omen. I was already sweating when I left the security of my home for the landing platform, vaguely wondering why it was so hot at sunrise before I could blink the sleep out of my eyes. The light wasn't coming from sunrise, it was in the wrong direction and too close to be sunrise. I rubbed at my eyes in confusion, needing answers like I needed air, and cool water, as hair began sticking annoyingly to the back of my neck. Fear clung to my heart as a wall of burning met my gaze, miles off but still making progress. I didn't think before I was crying an alarm at the top of my lungs, moving quickly to wake people "FIRE! FIRE! WE NEED TO LEAVE!" I yelled frantically.

"What is happ- oh Great Mother!" Mo'at noticed halfway through her sentence, her eyes just as large and fearful as mine "Everyone! Quick! Pack only what you need! We must leave now!" She cried pulling more people out of their sleep and into alarm. The village became a flurry of motion as I moved back up to my home, already planning on what to take if the kids were already awake.

"Auntie, what's happening?" Tuk asked tiredly as she rubbed her eyes, Lo'ak still asleep as Kiri slowly woke too. Neteyam and Spider were already awake and moving to investigate.

"Fire! We must leave! Pack only what you can carry!" I ordered, not even truly stopping as I addressed the kids to throw food and water containers into a pack, threw my bag of medicines into that bag. I only stopped to call for Iskii and even then I was back inside and searching for anything else that might have been vital.

"I'm scared, Auntie!" Tuk sniffled as she clung to my side, her carved Toruk clutched tightly in one hand as she buried her face in my stomach.

"It'll be alright, Tuk." I promised as Spider collected our bedrolls as Neteyam and Kiri silently allocated items to collect between each other. I vaguely realized that Lo'ak was missing for a moment before he was appearing again. Iskii chose that moment to appear with an alarmed call, calming just enough to be safe when I picked up Spider and placed him on his back before putting Tuk on his neck to wait for me. If something, somehow, did end up happening to me, I knew that he'd get them to safety. The older kids called their Ikran and hopped on quickly, barely waiting for me to get on Iskii before they were swooping out of the tree with the rest of the Clan. The wind changed as soon as we were all in the air, pushing the fire towards our village at an alarming speed as all we could do was flee and watch. Tuk sniffled as she leaned back into me, hugging her toy as Spider clung to the back of my top and my bow, his feet anchored in the pack and the bedrolls. "It'll be ok. It'll be ok." I promised though I was at a point of not believing it myself. The fire had burned hot and greedy, though there was no telling yet what had started it, there hadn't been a horrible storm. Nothing was dry enough to burn like that out of nowhere. Not to that level of devastation.

I found myself wondering if Jake and Neytiri were alright as we continued to fly, a lead ball in my stomach at the very idea that they had been caught up in all of that. I didn't allow myself to think on it further, knowing I'd vault myself down that rabbit hole if I allowed myself to. Neteyam, Kiri, and Lo'ak all flew nearby, staying in a tidy formation as they kept their heads on swivels, no doubt watching and listening for their parents. It didn't escape my notice that Lo'ak had his grandfather's bow slung across his shoulder with his own, though I wasn't going to say anything about it. That bow meant the world and then some to Neytiri. It was noon by the time we hit the mountains, all of us tired and worn from the events of the night. "Mommy!" Tuk screeched as soon as we had landed in the hidden cave in the mountains, leaping off Iskii before he had even set down properly, vaulting towards her parents who were already there waiting.

They looked rough, covered in ash and tear stains, but unhurt from what I could see from my place on the Ikran. The other kids were stampeding to the two as soon as they landed too, crying in relief. I watched with a smile, helping Spider off as he tried to climb around me. I asked Iskii if he could still fly more through the bond, watching the Clan settle together, cry together. "Ani, thank you for keeping them safe." Neytiri rested a hand on my calf, pulling my attention to her as she cradled Tuk close.

"Of course." I nodded with a small smile. Iskii gave me the affirmative, just as curious as I was. "We'll be back, need to go find out what caused all that."

"It was the Sky People." Her face screwed in disgust and dismay and my heart fell through Iskii and to the forest floor several thousand feet below. She teared up as she caught my expression, at the horror that undoubtedly matched hers. "Many ships came to the ground, many more than before, burning much of the forest." Iskii shifted and chittered nervously under me as I blinked aimlessly down at her.

"Be calm, Iskii, be calm." I soothed him robotically, patting the side of his neck "I will see what they are doing, how far they are spread, how many. When I come back, hopefully Jake will have a plan." My voice was nearly toneless as she nodded, pushing on my calf to turn Iskii around.

Everything felt like a dull echo as we flew, the scent of burning material on the air was a stark reminder, a bitter mockery, that everything we did all those years before, everyone who'd died, had died for nothing. I felt like I wanted to throw up as the burning came into view, having finally reached a breaking point as it contented itself with what it'd already consumed. I could see the smoldering remains of Titanotheres and several Thanators through Iskii's eyes at the outer edge, though the further in we got, the more vaporized everything was. The closer to the coast we got, the more evidence of human interaction there was. Everything from toiling dozers to patrolling AMP pilots, all of it a mockery to the past. Rage filled me when every AMP suit in sight looked up, all of them watching us with rifles raised, all of them waiting for some spineless coward to order our death. Iskii hissed his own anger as he stayed level, not letting them intimidate us from the patrol. A command center was already being laid out near the cliffside, the foundations already laid to the scarred ground as tiny yellow specks scurried around it. No one did anything to us surprisingly, just continued to watch as everyone else continued to work. I did finally throw up when I looked down the coast and saw at least one more base in either direction, in roughly the same stage of construction.  

[fuyussi]

part 2 to this

characters: inui seishu x his imagination LMAO

cw: masturbation, use of sex toy, fluff-ish(?) to smut, inui down bad

a/n: the first sentence is a mess, also disregard the last paragraph of the previous part bc i didn’t write that and it does not exist in my mind also this was supposed to be x reader but then i realised it would go on for way too long and i’m not about to write something longer than i can read

inui who’s now so shy around you, he can’t stop the image or feeling of your mouth around his little cock from invading his mind ever since that day. and you could definitely tell; he’s going out of his way to avoid you, dodging you the moment he sees you walking his way.

well, that’s hurtful—you thought he was into it that day. growing annoyed at his avoidance, you were determined to corner him. whether or not he felt awkward around you after the fact, you will not be losing a friend over such a thing.

unbeknownst to you, inui was far from what you assumed him to be. rather than avoiding you because of the encounter, he avoided you for his own mental health. feelings he thought he buried are now bubbling up uncontrollably, even worse they were growing stronger by the day.

now not only did you plague his mind whenever he feels his needs pooling between his thighs, you were doing your fair share of laps around his head. finding himself daydreaming about you; what you might be doing now, or if you’d mind him accompanying you for a bit.

and yet whenever you come around—just like when he was younger—he’d feel his heart jump, following his first instinct to run from you. inui finds himself sighing in defeat, pressing his forehead against the wall he hid behind after running from you yet again. the idea of confessing flits through his mind, at which he quickly crushes, berating himself. he thinks about how it might sound to you and all ideas of confession are silenced. he must look like a total loser; you give him one blowjob and suddenly he’s head over heels in love with you. inui knows that’s not the case but the thought that you might think that way about him has him cringing from embarrassment.

now laying on his bed, inui pondered his predicament. despite all the reasons not to confess his feelings, there was still that nagging voice against that sentiment. perhaps it was simply his lovesick mind deluding himself into believing that the kiss you shared that day felt more than skin-deep—that maybe you felt something towards him as well.

a dangerous rabbit hole to fall into; now memories of that day comes rushing in and he feels the ghost of your lips against his. flushing red, his body heats up as his little cocklet stirs to life in his shorts. turning to his side and pressing a pillow to his face, he pouts his lips, pretending that the weight against his mouth was your lips.

whimpering quietly, inui’s hand travels down his torso and slides between his thighs. he moans into the pillow, and imagines what you might say right now. “so wet so quickly babe? and all i’ve done is give you a little kiss.”

he whines, pushing his face deeper into the pillow, his hips now grinding against his palm. inui’s body trembles, he imagines your lips and your hands, and what you would do to him; or rather what he would let you do to him. mind reeling, he reaches for a toy he’d purchased a while back. pulling out the vibrating dildo, he pushes it between his clamped thighs, moans tumbling out as he switched on the vibration.

though not it’s intended use, inui didn’t care, all he could think of was you pressing it to his little cocklet, cooing at him as he ruts against it desperately chasing his orgasm. hugging the pillow close to his chest, he pretends that it’s you, clinging onto it for dear life as his mind sets the scene. you sitting on his bed as he lays on your lap, one hand cradling his upper body against your own and the other holding the vibrator to his leaking cock.

inui pushed the vibrator further down, now pressed against the underside of his little cock, snug against his balls. catching a particularly sensitive spot on his cockhead, his thighs jolted, mewling needily as he feels himself on the verge of his orgasm.

“do you wanna cum? go ahead, baby, you’ve been such a good boy,” you coo. panting silently, inui’s toes curled as he presses his face into the pillow once again, cum squirting out all over his hand and the toy. body tensing and contracting from the intensity of the orgasm, the image in his mind’s eye becomes disjointed and fuzzy as his mind blanks.

the image of you now completely gone as inui could barely muster the energy to form a single thought, exhaustion settling in his body as soon as his high faded.

cleaning himself off, inui suddenly feels a wave of depression wash over; all those weeks of avoiding now culminating into an intense yearning to be close to you. curling up in bed again, he takes hold of the pillow he pretends to be you and hugs it close, trying whatever he can to relieve the dull ache in his chest.

[shorkbrian]

That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

[muffindaddystyles]

Keep holding my hand.

Harry was in an emotionally abusive relationship before y/n, something happens that makes his insecurities float back.

Impetuous reel of dithery thoughts rapidly bustles on the wall, Harry stares at it blankly – he stares and stares and stares ..... yet it does nothing for what he wishes.

His stomach fills with acid and his mouth burns with foulness with each painful beat his heart gives realizing maybe this's the end ---- he doesn’t spare a glance to the dinner wafting off he cooked with much happiness looking forward to tonight.

Where did I went wrong?

Did I hurt her in any way? What if she didn’t like me popping up at her studio that day to remind her of tonight

Well Keat didn’t like it ..... She used to hate it Infact,

No! She’s not like keat —--

But, then why isn’t she picking your phone? She knew, promised and she still didn’t came tonight?

What if she’s sick? Fuck, then I should go to her.

He shuts his screaming conscience down, shoving the heels of his palm against his pop-sockets wearily to make him feel something --- to escape the hurt that’s looming around him, crushing and squeezing him to death.

He blows off the candles, melted to their base from being sorrowfully lit from three hours atleast --- mocking him and his sincerity.

You deserve this.

Why did y’think ye' deserved anybody’s love?

She doesn’t love you anymore --- just like keat....

The corners of his glossy eyes prickles with pearly tears and it drops down his clavicles, with blurry vision he dials her one last time and it goes straight to her voicemail alike past three hours.

Hiya, Y/N here! Leave a message ‘cos I mighty be busy or maybe lazyin' round the farthest corner of my home .......

He tosses and turns, does it manifold times --- his sleep betrays him too and he’s angry soaring with venom, if he could scream from a cliff and throw stones down the pound furiously he'd instead his eyes runs droopy.

His shuddering breath sulks to tranquillity, all he could hear’s a screech of wind that’s hitting the window and his guts.

His body jerks at the chirp of voice he’s oh so familiar with —- other days he'd be submerging in the honeyness of it but at the moment he bites down his wrist to keep him wrenching his empty stomach out.

“Happy anniversary, bub!” His brows clinches down into a grumblish frown and he presses his hand between his thighs turning his back upon hearing the careful steps treading in.

The creaking stalls and she stands at his doorway with heavy heart, her throat —-- uff her throat feels like as if someone punched it several times.

Not letting her tongue to utter any word —- anything that’d assure him and her, everything’s alright --- it’s not a big deal.

Ofcourse, it is!

Little things matters most to him – told you —- he .. — he told you himself and you hurt him, you hurt him just because you couldn’t stand to your boss.

She wanted it to be perfect for him, for them — winded up the work her boss hoarded on her mercilessly last minute demanding her to wrap it up in an hour --- felt giddy and motivated to do it speedily looking forward to their celebration. Bought his favourite chocolate moose cake standing in the line of his favourite bakery, since he doesn’t like any other flavour.

She stands at the side bed looking down at him, heartbreaking in million pieces seeing him torn, all teary cheeks and this stoic for the first time they’ve been dating.

“’M sorry -- I –- my boss trapped me and – ‘n I really wanted to call you —-- then it took me forever at your favourite bakery, I’m so sorry baby.” She rambles nebbish-ly and catches onto his shoulder when he tries to face away from her.

He mutters, “Forget bout it. Go back home ‘s getting late.” Though, his heart lurches forward to embrace her and shower her in kisses telling her “it’s totally fine.” And that “how bout we celebrate now,” but being an emotionally sensitive person has it's very cons and one of it is requiring space and time to recover for better thinking.

His eyes slips into abyss and he holds back a sniffle when he feels the mattress dip behind him, she sighs, coos in the softest voice she only keeps it for her lover, “Oh baby .... you’re my home.” She's well aware of the anxiety he goes through. He feels like everything crumbling but she's there to catch him and she rubs his back.

The many many reassurances he needs from his lovie to keep going for them, the praises for him for treating her like the most precious daffodil —- because he never got praised before; even though how much of the world’s luxuries he'd lay at his ex's feet was never assured that how much she loves him (because she never did).

Y/N would never want his insecurities to float back and sting his scars, she'd never want him to ever go through from what he did in past —-- to be used like a toy and manipulated, might sound weird and whumpy of her but she’d kill many dragons to keep him protected at any cost.

He sleeps with her body cocooning him from behind and his erratic breath syncs to her calm ones.

..

His dreams full of suffering, void and darkness violently clashing and swirling against eachother as the ugly creature takes Y/N away from him, leaving him in prison of his own pathetic head.

Fear of loss —- he fears loosing her and does it make him toxic? He was snubbed so many times – being told his behaviour was toxic that he’d hesitate before doing anything precisely very fondly caring —- but then Y/N came in his life and she'd tell him how much she appreciates him, how he’s like the best sundae in hot summer and he felt like she’s the sunshine he was waiting for in the never-ending rainy days.

Y/N stirs from her light sleep on hearing the broken whimpers, the valley of her chest moist as he cries into her and she cups his cheeks gazing down at him concerned, “What happened sunny .... baby talk to me ...” Her voice groggy and on verge of tearing.

She sits back a little with him still between her legs and wipes his tears away gently, “I’m so sorry ...” He mumbles –-- eyes bloodshot and she shakes her head pulling him closer, if she’d be able to cradle him in his lap she'd but apparently he’s too big.

Queasy hiccups, “f – fo'--... d —- dou...” sad sniffles and hiccups that tightens his chest.

She tenders his wobbly lip kissing his temple, “shhh. shhh, puppy I should be the one apologising yeah?”

“no .. I didn’t gave another thought before doubting --- that –-- that you’re about to leave, no person in right mind does this – I —-,” His body trembles with blue sobs.

“Harry ...” she tries to gain his attention and when he still doesn’t listen, “I know I don’t deserve y'n – ‘n maybe you don’t want me anymore —--” she raises it a bit, “Harry!” he falls quiet --- nibbling the corner of his cheek to hold back hiccups.

“Look at me puppy, yeah? Shh hold my hand and take a breather.” She smiles. Takes his sweaty hand and aligns his palm to her mouth for a deep kiss – then squeezes it.

“Keep holding it baby, keep holding my hand, you’re going to be fine --- we – see us here,” she points between them with gleamy eyes and he nods timidly wiping his nose with his sweater paw, “we are fine baby –- we are okay..”

How could someone be this dreamy? This gentle and sweet? What did I do to deserve my lovie?

“Better?” She inquires. Little worried that he'll fall back into rabbit hole and tucks his head under her chin, keeping him warm against her chest and he clutches the hem of her shirt nuzzling into her.

“Did you really think, I’d leave you and that on our first year anniversary? Sorry to tell you .... ‘m stitched to your hip for life time, there’s no exchange policy puppy how much you grump.”

She grins. Happy to earn a feeble chuckle from him and scratches his head, looping his curls around her fingers.

“I love you.” She startles when he speaks hoarsely after the longest time and it’s not like he's saying it for the first –-- but it still doesn’t fail to engulf her in warmth, so much of it.

“I love you too, you’re my only puppy and very loved one.” His eyes crinkles prettily at that and she kisses the tip of his nose.

“You want to rest? We could eat the dinner you dearly made for me and oh we got moose cake in fridge too, what a coincidence!” She giggles. The room fills with wet treacly noises of smoochy kisses she’s patching on his cheeks and his jaw.

Without a word he holds her finger and leads her to kitchen, she creates proud noises of “ooh!” and “ahh!” trying to sneak a glimpse from over his shoulder but he'd shoo her away as he heats the food; she gets out gorgeous smiles from him she cherishes so much.

“You did all of this for me?” She gasps sweetly, hand over heart to accentuate the love she's feeling and walks towards him when he nods timidly rubbing his socks feetsies one over the other.

His cheeks blazes peach and she giggles pinching them, “You’re so cute aren’t you?”

“Okay then. Let’s eat!” she claps her hands together and pecks his lips before pulling her chair beside him rather than opposite to him and his heart flutters at that --- each pore oozing with deep love for her and every insecurity and anxious ideas completely drains out of him when she pats his seat and wiggles in her own --- anticipated to taste what he made.

“Hmm. This tastes so good, H! Your hands are really magical, huh?” She passes him a smirk pecking each of his knuckle to make him feel better about himself and his lips quirks up softly, “Thank you – d’ya w'na umm eat the moose here o'in bed?” Her face beams at that, him speaking more than two words and looking forward to spend the night with her.

“On bed, please –-- would you like tea? Think ‘m running out of if —- proper jello ....” She cleans the table and raises her brows when he gazes her adorningly as she’s the nymphs of stary oceans.

He shakes his head, nose twitchy as she nudges him teasingly and he takes her off-guard --- hugging her by waist and kisses her soft tummy.

“Nothing just love you bleedin’ much.”

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