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reiderwriter · 19 days ago

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hi Kacie :"> it's me :"> just thinking about ''reader sitting on his face in reverse cowgirl and decides to just unbutton and zip down his pants, turning this to a 69 and somehow both of them make it into a 'who's gonna make the other one finish first' competition'' nothing much how has your afternoon been I hope you'll have a great day xx -kei

A Kei request a day keeps the chances of my going to heaven away 🙏 I <3 smut

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, use of pet names (good boy), sub(ish) Spencer Reid, munch!Spencer, oral (m +f), 69ing, rough sex, face fucking, unprotected oral sex, no plot just sex. Literally no plot.

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With a cock that perfect and neglected right in front of your face, you could hardly resist the temptation to give it a tiny taste.

It wasn't like it was against the rules of your non-hookups with Spencer. He'd ask for explicit pictures twice a week, which you'd happily send for the chance to be sat on his tongue by 10pm that Friday evening, days on which cases landed notwithstanding.

Hotel rooms were very convenient hook up spots, especially the ones with free condoms and tissues on both the nightstand and by the desk chair.

Not that you ever needed condoms, really. You'd never so much as touched Spencer's cock, let alone had it inside you. He was too much of a giver to take something like that from you. His cock was always hard, always visible through his pants, but he was so focused on your pleasure, he didn't care about his own needs being met.

Spencer's tongue was your personal sex toy. You'd fucked his face multiple times, grabbing his hair and forcing his nose into the bristles of hair at the end of your pelvic bone as you ground your cunt into his wet, hot mouth. You'd laid back contentedly and let him peacefully lick and suck slowly for hours on end, cumming multiple times as he explored your sensitive parts.

You'd sat on a chair, legs spread, and let him lap up your cum on his knees, because there was nothing in the world he wanted more.

More than once, you knew, he'd walked away with cum dampening his pants, having enjoyed your moans and taste so much that he'd lost it before really touching you.

But Spencer Reid was being unfair getting you to sit on his face, to look at his big, thick cock atraining through his pants, straight on, and telling you to sit still and enjoy his tongue when all you wanted was to take him as far down your throat as he could get.

“Fuck, Spencer,” you moaned again as he nipped at your clit, tongue flicking it as you felt a familiar burn of stimulation at your core.

You were going to end up roughly fucking his face if you weren't careful. His tongue just felt too good.

You slid your hands down his stomach a bit, landing on his loose pants as you repositioned your knees.

“Spencer, that's it keep going. Good boy, good boy.”

You gripped his pants tightly, using the little bit of tension to help you arch back, pushing more of your ass onto his face than before.

But your arms, already weak from a rough day at work, slipped again pushing his pants down just one more inch until his cock could finally spring loose. You wanted nothing more than to taste it, reaching forward and looking at it intensely as your mouth watered. You didn't get closer than a breath away, as Spencer immediately stopped when your mouth almost achieved its goal.

“Fuck, fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” Spencer mumbled crawling out from underneath you as he scrambled to get his cock back in his pants.

“Spencer-”

“I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I'll-”

“Spencer, slow down. What?”

You'd seen Spencer flushed with desire before, but the redness of his cheeks was different somehow now. More embarrassment than anything else.

Slowly, you crawled towards him again, trying to look as non-threatening as you could, clad only in hastily pushed aside panties and dishevelled dress. Your hand slowly traced up his thigh, and you kept it there, still for a second watching to see what Spencer would do next.

“Spencer. Why can't I see your cock?” You asked, voice low but light, almost surprising yourself with how breathy and needy you sounded.

“I… I thought you wouldn't want to see…” he trailed off, and you pouted up at him, stroking his thigh as he looked down distractedly at you.

“I want to. Can I have it now?” You asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

“Y/N…. It's… I've had complaints in the past, it's not…” he struggled to find the words as your hand brushed over his crotch now tracing the bulge in his pants as his head dropped backwards.

“It's not what? Big? Don't lie to me.”

“That's not it… I get… I get too overwhelmed if you do that, I get too-”

“Too….” You mimicked, dropping a hand into his underwear as his hand fell over yours, unsure whether it was to stop you or to set the pace of your impromptu hand job.

“Rough,” he said, as you firmly gripped his cock, using your other hand to free him from his pants and underwear, knocking his hand away as you ran your palm along the length of his hard cock.

“Rough?” You said, gripping the tip of his cock, teasing it until it shone with precum.

His hand fell back over yours, more firmly this time, as he met his eyes with yours.

“I didn't want to hurt you, but I get so overwhelmed if I use it that I… I get rough, I don't listen well-”

You were practically dripping listening to his explanations for not fucking you, or even letting you see his cock.

“Overwhelmed?”

“Yes! It's like… Y/N, I'd treat you like a sex toy, not a person, and I want this to be good for you, too, so let's not-”

You cut him off with a rough kiss as you pressed him back into the bed, straddling his thighs as you gently fisted his cock, rubbing up and down slowly.

“I'll make a deal with you, Spencer,” you said, between gasps of air. “I'll sit on your face again, and you let me suck your cock. When you get rough, if you get rough, you'll be able to feel how much I'm enjoying it, okay?”

He nodded between kisses, words forming and melting on his tongue as his hips began thrusting into your hand, his thigh digging into your mound as he thrashed towards a climax.

“Good boy,” you said, kissing him one last time before letting go of his cock and climbing out of his lap.

His body twitched in protest, but his big hands grasped you quickly, pulling you up the bed as you eagerly went with them, losing your panties on the way as you let your dress fall around his face in an all too familiar position.

But this time, you lowered yourself down, too, spitting on his tip quickly as his tongue got to work teasing your clit slowly.

You gave him a few pumps, before lowering yourself more completely on his face, pressing your chest close to his abdomen and taking his cock slowly onto your mouth.

Spencer wasn't small, but you also weren't going to let him be a challenge. You got a few inches down before you decided to come back up again, hands still stroking the base and massaging the rest. You did that a few times before you felt Spencer's body angle up into you again.

Changing his leg position on the bed, Spencer thrust his cock up into your mouth as you forced yourself to breathe. His cock thrust up again, quickly but totally and he left it there for a few seconds before pulling it out again.

The entire time, he hadn't let up his work on your cunt. His to guess flattened out against your clit, roughly stroking that sensitive area with a precision only he knew. A hand clasped around your hips, gripping your ass kept you firmly in place on his face, as his hips bucked into you.

He got faster, wilder, and yes, rougher.

You didn't want to pull off his dick, but moving back was instinctual. He pushed you right back in with a hand on your head, fisted into your hair as he synchronised your movements, pulling your head up as he pulled his cock away from your lips, and pushing it back down when his hips snapped up.

You moaned hysterically when you came apart on his face, feeling your cum trickling down your leg as he continued to use you to get off. His to guess never stopped, even after wave after wave of your juices hit him.

The only sign of his impending orgasm was the tightening of his hands, both of them now coming down on your head, forcing you to the base of his sizable cock as your tongue touched his balls. He came down your throat and immediately releases you, spluttering and coughing as your legs trembled.

Spencer scrambled to get you on your back, pushing you upright and patting your back as you regained your breath.

“I'm sorry, Y/N, I said it wasn't a good ide-”

You pushed your cum stained tongue into his mouth, shutting him up quickly as he tasted himself, and you tasted yourself, and your tastes mingled quickly, as you climbed into his lap again.

“Spencer,” you said, catching your breath once again, collapsing into his arms.

“If I need to beg for your cock, I will. I like it rough. I-” you gasped again, feeling his cock stirring with each word.

“I very much like it when you use me like a sex toy. So… so in the future, please use all of me, and I'll use you, too.”

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bamfkeeper · 3 months ago

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Faded Restraint. | K.W

a/n: Hi, I'm not dead. Sorry it's taken me a while to get back here. I have been distracted with other blogs and a bunch of stuff going on at home. The poll was half smut half fluff so I went with smut. I hope you enjoy, it's a little drabble, I have a long fic I've been working on for Kurt coming out soon. I'm trying to push to keep writing more often, it's just been hard rn. Sorry no pics or anything, I didn't feel like searching for any today. Unedited. ; wc: ~860

"Bitte...do not tease," Kurt muttered, looking up with lidded eyes as he watched you straddle him, the head of his cock barely poking at your entrance. He could feel the heat oozing out of you, your body fluttering against his cockhead as he struggled to keep his composure.

"You're so impatient Kurt, maybe I won't sink down...~" You teased him further as you spoke in a sultry tone, your hips gently rolling in a circular motion and allowing his head to feel how damp and tight you'd be, IF you sunk down. "Your cock would feel so, so good inside, but if you wanna talk, I suggest you really beg for it."

His eyes were dimly lit with desire in the dusky room, nearly rolling back as you continued to push him to his limits. It had been ages since you'd been such a temptation, the change was both thrilling and maddening for someone with a usually calm resolve. You had been so attentive to him lately, fulfilling his every request and leaving him breathless. He'd made sure to express his gratitude, always the perfect gentleman.

But now, oh now, you were testing his restraint.

Kurt's hands found purchase on your hips, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh. He possessed the strength to take control of the situation, but he resisted the urge. His voice came out as a husky whisper, "Bitte, bitte, you naughty minx...I ache to feel you." His words were a desperate plea, laced with need and want. As he spoke, his tail twitched and coiled, slowly wrapping itself around one of your ankles in a sensual caress.

He lifted himself just enough to press his lips against your sternum, the contact sending shivers down both your spines. With such a tender display, you finally relented, allowing your hips to sink down onto him. A sharp hiss escaped his lips, the sound muffled against your chest as you enveloped him completely. His arms instinctively tightened around your frame, pulling you flush against him as he reveled in the exquisite sensation of being fully sheathed within you.

Kurt held on tight as his hips gently bucked up against you, your slick walls tightening around him and squeezing every bit of arousal out of his cock. "Ach - you feel...so divine, Liebe" he whispered against your skin, drooling onto your chest as his body practically curled around you. He held you in his lap, feeling your weak, lazy movements to meet his shallow thrusts.

"You feel good too, baby," you breathed, your voice a soft, sensual whisper. Your hips undulated in a mesmerizing rhythm, each movement encouraging him to delve even deeper within you. As your bodies moved in perfect synchronization, his cock explored new depths, igniting sparks of pleasure in places you didn't even know existed.

Each increased thrust struck more sensitive spots inside you, causing your movements to grow increasingly urgent and desperate. A slow-burning fire of ecstasy began to build, its tendrils of electric bliss radiating through your body, shooting from your core to the very tips of your fingers and toes. It felt like pleasurable static, in a weird way, your digits flexing as you held onto him, trying to process the near-overwhelming sensations.

Kurt's tail slithered up the curve of your spine, dancing across your skin in a teasing manner. It coiled gently around your throat while his strong hands guided your hips with increased fervor. The air in the dark room was filled with wet, primal slapping of skin on skin, punctuated by the hot, heavy pants and groans escaping Kurt's lips. His warm breath caressed your chest, contrasting the otherwise chilly air of the room. This interplay of hot and cold sensations only served to heighten your awareness, making every touch, every movement, every breath feel hypersensitive against your skin.

"I'm going to come," Kurt warned between labored breaths, his body still pressed firmly against yours. He clung to you with a desperate intensity, as if he were a man deprived of affection for an eternity. The urgency of his desire drove him to shift his position. He moved from laying back on his ass to kneeling, all the while keeping you in his grasp and leveraging this new angle to increase the depth and force of his thrusts.

A sudden jolt of pleasure coursed through your body, causing you to gasp and tremble. Your eyes widened in surprise and ecstasy as Kurt's cock head finally found that sweet spot deep within you. His cock caressed and teased that elusive area, that tender bit of flesh that caused orgasms to shake through you.

The world behind your eyelids seemed to explode in a dazzling display of white-hot fireworks, your vision blurring as the overwhelming sensations threatened to consume you entirely. You found yourself crying out Kurt's name, desperation and bliss mingling in your voice.

You pleaded with him not to stop, your words tumbling out in a breathless litany of need. Your unrestrained reactions amused Kurt and a knowing smirk played across his lips as he leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and his goatee tickled the skin of your cheek.

Playful triumph dominating his voice, he whispered lowly to you as he buried himself inside, "Now who's the one begging?"

Thanks for reading <3

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daisys-reality · 8 months ago

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─── 🍏ꜞ˖ ꒰ short messages from your DR s/o's higher self ꒱

⌇reality shifting themed tarot reading | general disclaimer | masterlist

pile one

Oh temptation, sweet temptation. Darling, you're gorgeous, inside out. How can someone be so perfect? I really wanna be gentle with you and treat you with the utmost care that you deserve. Not because you’re weak. chuckle No, because you’re so so precious to me. But damnit, my feelings and the attraction I feel are so intense. I feel like I'm going insane. I need you in my life. I would do anything for you. For hell’s sake, I would travel the universe for you too. Please don’t ever doubt me. I am trustworthy, I promise. You’re the only one who has my attention. I will protect and provide for you. And whoever dares to hurt you, will get to experience hell.

Don’t worry about your past or your circumstances, they don’t matter. Just believe, in yourself, in me or us or the universe. Focus on yourself for now, take time to recover from whatever you’re going through and release any resistance. I know it’s hard but it’s not too late. We will reunite soon! You don’t need to worry, okay? Everything will be fine.

pile two

My love, if you feel like you have too much that is depending on you, you might have to rethink following this path. It seems like your heart is willing to relax at this time, but this is not what your mind wants. You’re restless and exhausted… You know that your health is what is most important, right? I don’t wanna see you burnt out, okay? Learn to back out, when it’s needed. Continuing to fight for something that is not worthy of your life might end up being just a waste of time. You’re like a gift to me, okay? Obviously I am restless too and eager to finally be in your presence but your wellbeing is more important than any of my immature desires. I can wait for you. My love for you won’t waver. I will always love you, more than you know. Please give yourself the time you need. I will always be there for you. If you’re in the mood please tell me anything, you can even address letters to me. I would be glad if I could lessen your burdens at least for a little bit. You can talk about all your worries, your dreams etc. I will listen. So, let’s go through this together, okay?

I want you to know that I’m truly proud of you, and I am confident that you will succeed.

pile three

I know you are my equal, my counterpart. There is no one like you. My heart and mind are committed to you. I know we’d make a strong pair. With you around I finally feel at peace, you make me whole again, you give strength to keep going. I want to be your strength too. I want to deepen our bond. I don’t wanna lose you. Ever. I am selfish and immature. I know that but what can I do? You're my other half, my world… I need you. Everyone else is not worthy enough for you. How could I sit still? I’m jealous just imagining you with someone else. Is it wrong to imagine our future together, a happily-ever-after? I promise I will work hard to make you as happy as you make me. Please give me/us a chance.

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merakiui · 5 months ago

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Mera! I'm not sure if youve done this before but who are the winners and losers(and their tap out times) for no nut November??

Winners

✧ Riddle - the rule is to last the entire month without cumming; you know he's going to take it way too seriously.

✧ Jack - something something Ace and Deuce (losers) tease him about being easy, and he has his pride as a wolf and he always brings his all to competitions so,,,, he will ultimately win.

✧ Ruggie - if you bet money or food on him losing, he's going to win just to make sure he gets that from you. He is very serious and dedicated.

✧ Jamil - unfortunately, he only wins because he's too busy. </3 rip Jamil. You'll have all of December to make up for what you lost.

✧ Rook - no one knows how or why he does it, but because Rook was in the mood to see how he would fare in NNN he ends up winning somehow. He is so bewildering. Epel wants to know his secret.

✧ Azul - he would've gone in the loser category, but something tells me Azul is another type who is too busy to bother with NNN. And so he'll win solely because his mind is on other things (academics, Mostro Lounge, contracts, money, etc).

✧ Silver - he wasn't even trying to win. He just can't stay awake long enough to deal with his arousal. :(

✧ Sebek - miraculously, Sebek survives the entire month, but that's only because he treated the entire thing like it was a form of training. Also, he couldn't let Silver win all of the glory!! >:(

Losers

✧ Deuce - he lost the first day because he forgot what month it was and by the time he remembered it was NNN he had literally just came in his hand. T_T better luck next year.

✧ Ace - genuinely tries to do better than Deuce so he isn't teased for having a weak dick, but he folds like a week or so in.

✧ Cater - he is not winning NNN. </3 I think he can last at least half of the month if he isn't spending his time scrolling through risqué content.

✧ Trey - he's too stressed playing big brother to the underclassmen and making sure Riddle isn't overdoing it with the beheadings to pay attention to NNN. Stress relief is one of the few things he looks forward to when he has free time and isn't using it to do other hobbies. But also,,, he doesn't care as much for NNN as others might.

✧ Leona - another one who doesn't really care about NNN. He's a few days in when he loses, but he's not even participating.

✧ Floyd - lost right at midnight LOL. Not that he had any plans to genuinely try. Bragging rights isn't a good enough reward. Why is he going to suffer through a hard-on just for something as measly as bragging rights? :/

✧ Jade - you'd think he'd win because he's Jade, but it's precisely because he's Jade that he loses. He'll push himself to see just how far he can go and how many days he can last. While everyone else plays normal NNN, he is playing X-games mode. This eel is going out of his way to purposely get aroused just so he can edge himself throughout the month. Ultimately, once he's had his fill of fun and sated his curiosity, he'll handle his business. <3

✧ Kalim - he forgot NNN was a thing for a moment. He's the type to be like "Oops, I forgot about that! Can we pretend those four didn't count? Let me start over!" T_T he probably lost three days in.

✧ Vil - he is not going to deny his body what it needs all for a silly challenge. Firstly, masturbation can be healthy for the mind and body. Secondly, there's really nothing substantial to gain from a challenge like that. Vil sees no point in it.

✧ Epel - this means everything to Epel. It's to test his restraint as a man! To prove to himself that he isn't going to fold so easily! To show that he has what it takes to be strong! (He loses at the end of the first week. He really was trying his best...)

✧ Idia - no chance he is winning. He'll give it his best effort if he's feeling it, but it's impossible to resist the temptation when he's watching hentai. He either taps out in the very beginning or somewhere in the middle of the month.

✧ Malleus - he doesn't even know what NNN is, but based on these rules he lost towards the end of the month. In his defense, the horny nature of a dragon far surpasses that of the pride gained from winning NNN.

✧ Lilia - he goes on and on about how he may be old, but he's far from impotent. Thus, he will prove just how impressive his restraint is. After all, back in his day, it was impossible to find the privacy to get a good wank in when sleeping outside in inclement weather conditions. But perhaps that will serve him well now as he proceeds to win this NNN without trouble! ...he loses in just five days.

✧ Rollo - he is above these foolish, filthy challenges. Or so he claimed, but suddenly your undergarment is wrapped around his dick on the last day of November. He is strong, but lust is stronger.

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw

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whoops-all-jennas · 2 months ago

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Sweater Weather

Wednesday x fem!reader (Fantasy AU)

"Cause it's too cold for you here and now."

"So let me hold, both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

Summary: You go missing while foraging before a snow storm hits, Wednesday goes to search for you.

Warnings: Descriptions of death

The light trots of my horse Nero fill the air, muted by the wind of the angry blizzard. We must move slowly, only able to see so far in front of us. The lantern barely providing any assistance in the boundless sea of snow carried in the wind.

"Y/n!" I try to yell, met with the wind's deafening pressure. Hardly even hearing myself.

I'm wearing many layers. The tip of my nose red and my fingertips turning purple.

The blood restricts in my body, my heart focusing on keeping my core warm.

I don't care about what I may lose. There would be no greater loss than the loss of you.

"Y/n!" I desperately cry into the wind your name once more, met with nothing but my fear.

How far could you have gotten?

We continue to trec through the boundless snow. Nero's movement becoming slower, stiff. Nero's joints probably feel as stiff as mine in this harsh environment.

One of Nero's legs give in, causing us both to plummet to the soft snow.

"Nero!" I pull myself off the ground and move to the front of him as fast as my frigid joints will let me, blocking the snow in my face with my arm. The sharp chill leaving a blue tint to my already pale skin.

"It's okay Nero! we'll stop and make a fire to warm you up." I grab their face with my frigid hands, barely able to bend my stiff fingers.

I grab the lead and pull with the little energy I have. Nero is barely responsive, their eyes nearly lifeless.

I look around with haste, through the blinding storm I manage to notice a small cave.

"Nero stand, we will find shelter in that cave." I pull again on the unresponsive lead. Nero's eyes now lack all life, their eyes barely open.

I stare at Nero's lifeless body for a moment before going to close their eyes, so they may rest.

"I apologize for what I've done to you, my faithful horse." I pet the bridge of their nose with my cold hands.

"I will return, with Y/n. We will give you a proper burial." I slowly stand, fighting the resistance of my cold ligaments. I find my way into the small dank cave, guided by the muted light of my lantern.

I rest by the warmth of the small fire I manage to bring to life, finding my eyes drifting closed. I resist the temptation of slumber. The weak, but warm fire needs to be maintained.

I treat the fire, feeding it more sticks to fuel the flames. I start to regain feelings in my fingers, the blue hint fading to reveal the color of life coursing through my thawed veins.

I now find the temptation irresistible. I lay for a moment, soon drifting into a peaceful rest.

The warmth of the sun meets my face through the window of our cottage. I sit up to meet the warm summer air meeting my skin through our opened windowed.

I look through the window, my eyes adjusting to the light. I'm soon met with your figure treating the garden.

Your smile meets my face, I wish I could find the words to express what you meant to me.

I stand, changing from my pajamas to my day clothes, soon meeting you out in the lush and lively garden.

"I was thinking.. " You're watering the plants full of life while you speak.

"We should go down to the lake today, just enjoy the beautiful day for a bit." I find your smile meeting my stoic face. I sometimes wish I could be as expressive as you. For my smile to meet yours, as it fills you with the same warmth your smile fills me.

"We can do that." Before I find time to complete my statement, I find you have already taken hold of my hand. Interlacing our fingers.

You take Nero by the lead, hopping in the front section of the saddle. I soon follow and hop onto the back section of the saddle.

You lead Nero to the lake, the sound of their hooves trotting on the dirt path filling the woods. Squirrels and other critters fleeing from the noises.

We're soon met with the lake, the water perfectly reflecting the sky and trees.

The air that was once warm, nips at your skin with a sudden chill.

Suddenly you vanish, leaving just Nero and I. The sky getting dark and cloudy, intimidation catching onto the faint rays of light from the blocked sun.

Snow starts to rapidly stick to my skin, the sudden cold feeling like needles on my skin.

I block my face with my hand from the cold snow and fierce wind.

"Y/n!" I shout, unable to hear my voice

The lake starts to crystalize over, a fog looming over the frigid ice.

I find myself falling suddenly to the cold, soft floor. Nero was now gone.

I quickly stand, watching the scene around me. I wrap my frigid arms around my chest, feeling the cold burry itself into my bones.

"Y/n!"

"Nero!"

I awaken to the smell of smoke, faint embers take place over what once was a lively fire.

I stand already cold, the fire must've been out for a while. Grabbing my lantern before going to continue my search for you.

It is now night time, the storm still spinning wildly with sharp snow and wind. Its more unbearable than before.

My ligaments soon start feeling stiff, but I mustn't give in.

Without your presence life meaning nothing to me. I will find you or die trying.

As I persist through the treacherous storm, my fingers meet the same fate as before. Blue finding a hint of color over my pale skin.

I shiver viciously, my steps slowing. Resisting the urge to give in.

I find myself in what seems to be a field, covered in the freezing snow.

I take a moment to dig through the snow to be met with thick ice from a lake.

I trec onward. The already muted light from my lantern dimming.

"No, no!" I start the shack the lantern as it's light now breathing it's last breath.

I throw the lantern with as much strength as I can muster in front of me, unable to hear the sound of it land through the vicious storm.

I am now completely blind to the storm, no sense of what direction I came from or where to go.

Is my death inevitable?

I still resist, my steps slow. Finding it exceedingly difficult to bend my knees.

My knees finally buckle as I fall into the snow. My face meeting the cold snow, unable to recognize the temperature of it.

I try to force myself to stand. Only holding my self up with my arms, my purple fingers digging into the white field beneath me.

My legs are now unable to move, any attempt met with defeat.

Was my journey useless?

Was my attempt futile?

I'm so cold

So cold.

A blue light beams through the snow from the lake below as the storm starts to soften. A gap in the clouds revealing a full moon, lighting the field with its soft white glow.

The light moves forward from below me, revealing a silhouette.

Your glowing silhouette.

Your skin looks warm and colored, you eyes soft and inviting. You approach, the only sound is the crunching of the snow compressing underneath your foot steps.

"It's going to be okay Wednesday, I am here now."

She holds my face, a gentle tear streaming down my face at her touch.

You almost appear as ethereal, angelic.

"You have found me."

Your warm lips meeting my purple cold ones, the heat coursing through my veins. It feels as if the color returns to my skin for a moment, holding onto your loving embrace.

My body is illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. My skin a pale blue, a tear frozen onto my cheek as I rest my head in the soft snow.

A gentle smile frozen onto my purple lips.

My lifeless body will soon be buried above this lake, and will join the water with the life of spring.

But for now, I will rest in the snow. My body cold, but my heart warm with my final memories of you.

a/n: hope you guys enjoy this quick little story, I decided to try something new a make it take place in an alternate universe. lmk if you want more fantasy au fics :) I'm not too sure how I feel about this but I decided to post it because why not

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dnickels · 3 months ago

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I don't think Gibson gets enough credit for how skillfully he extricated himself from the sodomy allegations. Long post to follow ->

The evangelical mindset is "we are constantly under siege from both invisible powers and our fellow man (and even one's own thoughts), every waking moment is nonstop spiritual battle" so Gibson framing himself as too weak to refuse advances (without spiritual backing, naturally) is a brilliant play for Irving's own anxieties while also putting him in the position to be the shepherd rescuing one of his flock. A direct appeal to the Victorian bourgeois savior narrative, expertly played. He's given Irving a script so familiar and one he's so eager to act out he doesn't for a second question its veracity.

And now we depart to the realm of pure speculation (oh boy my favorite) but I always wonder what exactly Gibson told him, and how much it actually corresponds to what we hear Irving scold Hickey for. I wonder if something got lost in translation (Irving heard what he wanted to hear which is not quite the same as what's actually being said). I think Gibson is perfectly capable of shopping Hickey to save his own skin no question, but that scenario doesn't quite jive with how surprised/concerned he is that Hickey and Irving apparently had a chat about the situation. Surely Gibson didn't think he could say "I was coerced" without some kind of follow-up? It could be a feint, he's just acting to try and keep Hickey from holding a grudge (I think Gibson knows with brutal clarity that you do not want to be on Hickey's shitlist) but his reaction reads to me like he's seeing his fib start to spiral out of control. Of course, one of the grand themes in Terror is people not being as smart as they think they are (or, more charitably, that even well-conceived plans often shipwreck on the shoals of human unpredictability) so it could just be an example of a reasonable plan blowing up on contact with an unreasonable person, as individuals are a universe unto themselves and truly unknowable to each other. Or maybe he really didn't think Irving would do anything, because he asked him to keep it quiet? Maybe that's how it usually goes, everyone agrees to keep it quiet-- sobering thought.

Still, it intrigues me to think about Irving as the wildcard in Gibson's plan, not Hickey-- bringing baggage to it that Gibson didn't include in his calculations. I wonder if Gibson heard the lecture, how many of his own words would he recognize? I can see the shape of a communications breakdown, where a tactful "the temptation was overwhelming, I couldn't resist him" becomes "he used overpowering force" or "I didn't come forward because I was afraid" becomes "he threatened me into silence". Not unreasonable assumptions for Irving to make, honestly, I just think its interesting to play with the idea that they are assumptions and not part of Gibson's ass-saving explanation. Just no accounting for what happens in the pressure-cooker of the evangelical brain!

Obviously the darker read here is that Irving can't understand a messy gay situationship despite spending years at sea is because he is homophobic (while desperately refusing/denying/fighting his own desires) or was himself party to coercion, either towards himself or someone else.

I just think its interesting to think of how it might have played out if Gibson and Hickey been surprised by say, Hodgson instead-- who might have given them a stern "I don't want to catch you two not at work again" but otherwise let the matter slide, or Little, who I can see loading them down with donkeywork but refraining from escalating because doing so means talking to Crozier and Oh God, Please No.

I keep coming back to the question of whether or not Gibson was ready/intending to burn Hickey as badly as his lie makes it seem. While I think he's perfectly capable of it, but it seems like such a risky move when his confession (owning what Irving has no real proof of, I'm more familiar with the early 19th century legal situation on land but the standard of proof for sodomy specifically was actually pretty high) could just as easily backfire on him rather than exonerating them both. We only have Gibson's word that he acted for their mutual benefit, and even if he's telling the truth it seems like stepping on a landmine: no one seems to think Hickey would hang on his accusation, so he's going to still be around after a potential flogging and presumably pissed off. Obviously its a bad situation all around but I am so curious about his own risk/reward accounting. For me, I really enjoy imaging him trying to play master manipulator to Jirv who is absolutley not a player and mostly lets Jesus call the shots. Very funny to me to be so ambitious and skillful and willing to play the Great Game but it all comes to nothing due to human folly. Thesis moment.

#normal about it #I will probably have more thoughts #the terror #john irving

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loveandleases · 5 months ago

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THEN I SHALL FUEL THEM IDEAS EVEN FURTHER 👀

How would the ROs feel when they want to bite MC but because they're in heat/rut, they can't because they can tooootally last a cycle without biting but MC is (with 100% consent) asking them to becuz 1) they can see how pent up their RO looks and 2) because MC wants to be bitten/give a bite too 👀

(I can imagine, in rela, Cam is panting and trying his best to resist, even biting his sleeve but Omega!MC is whining and cuddling up to him, asking for his affection and trying to gently tell him it's okay XD)

I have another omegaverse ask but I don't wanna overwhelm you 🫢😶 sorry if I have been sending a lot of asks 😶‍🌫️

ALSO: I'M A NIGHT OWLER - SO MUCH SO, SLEEPING AT ANY TIME BEFORE 12 LEADS TO ME WAKING UP AT 2 IN THE MORNING 💀 SO TIS DA BOTH 🤣

Always need inspo! Fuel away!

(I think we're both in a constant state of: "What's this sleep you talk about?") Below the cut~

❤️ Cam - There is only so much begging Cam can take before he breaks. He will try to be strong and ignore the way MC looks at him, the way their eyes plead for him. Cam is very vocal, he's going to be swearing wondering what the hell he has done to deserve this. Once it's late and his senses are so heightened it feels like he's going to combust, all it takes is one look from MC and it's all over for him. The way he feels them rub up against him just sends him over the edge. Once it's all over he can't look at MC, he feels like he gave in so easily after all. That really fucks with his head, he's weak to their charm damn it. He'll tell MC they played dirty, MC might need to cheer the poor guy up.

💙 G - They would be really good about holding out, almost giving in once or twice. Just a taste of MC would have G second guessing their decision to wait, but they're doing it for the both of them..at least they hope...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to give MC what they want...no no. That's foolish thinking. G will be locked away until its over don't mind them. Totally normal.

💚 Kara - She would enjoy how much MC would be begging for her to bite them, to give in to temptation. Because Kara enjoys knowing her partner wants her, lets her take control of them and trusting her completely. She would make MC beg for it truly beg for it and mean it. Once she see's that they do, Kara would give in.

💛 M - Oh M cracks first, as soon as MC wants it M is ready. They know that the build up is worth it, but the way they can sense MC their touch, their taste, their heat. Yeah, poor things a goner, and they'll be so apologetic because once they have a taste it causes them to want another and then another. There won't be an inch of MC that hasn't been lavished and marked.

💜 Isaac - They wouldn't give in, not because Isaac doesn't want to, because hell do they ever. It's more that they can't believe MC would actually want it, because once Isaac unleashes all that pent up energy the true Isaac comes out. There would be no hiding under their flirty exterior and carefree attitude. Knowing that helps them to not give in.

🖤 Ardent - Oh he's insufferable, he's crass and flirty. He wants to claim MC, to leave their legs bitten and scratched, leaving no one to question who MC was with. When MC tells Ardent they want him, they need him, he will relish in it. He needs to know that MC knows what they're in for. MC would be pinned and pleasured. Ardent would tell MC over and over again that they are his, just as he is theirs.

#loveandleases #love and leases #cam #ardent #g #m #isaac #kara #ns-fwish?#ns-fw #i couldnt decide so for sake of it i labeled mature idk!

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kit-williams · 1 year ago

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I need to be folded like a lawn chair while big Black Templar man breeds me for all he's worth.

*cracks knuckles also pauses work on another boy*

Alright ya'll are getting Brother Roland again because he causes the most thirst. If you need to put this into a time line setting this is before Bun in the Oven

SMUT heavy breeding kink

He tried to be good to his Bäckerin but there were some months that his will would faulter. And as Roland would discover putting a baby inside of his Bäckerin wasn't as simple or as easy as he thought. He could smell the biological changes and the fact that something took but then he could smell her body change back. Frustrated he asked her not understanding that the human body was just too strong for it's own good. His Bäckerin soothed him by simply saying "well if my body reabsorbed it this early then there might have been something genetically wrong. A lot can go wrong... I'm certain you can put it in terms of becoming a Black Templar. Sometimes healthy aspirants just die during the process... sometimes what might have been a viable baby just doesn't make it." She would smile at him and just soothe his wounded pride.

She still humored him to make sure that they could both still could conceive and it was simply the roll of the dice. Though Roland knew him being a Space Marine probably wasn't helping him. He finished his prayer and headed to training as he was just stewing in his own mind. His Bäckerin smelt so good this morning... just like the day they first had sex. He couldn't stop himself from pinning her down and bullying his cock inside of her. Watching her whine and whimper under him just sent such a... a thrill up his spine. Chaplin Eckehard was so helpful for Roland during these times but even Roland would watch him stalk after one of his two wives.

Training was hardly helping as it just seemed to get his blood flowing faster to between his legs. His Bäckerin should be out... just a cold shower. He marched back to his quarters after bidding his brothers farewell. His Chaplin had explained that like with battle brothers once he had "imprinted" upon his mortal that he was suddenly acutely aware of her scent biology... he could still look at other mortals and find no desire stirring in his loins but looking at his Bäckerin and occasionally women who looked similar to his Bäckerin could cause the stirring between his loins.

Perhaps it was a bad idea to be where her scent was the strongest. But he was a Space Marine if he could not resist temptations then he was vulnerable. He did not wish to be a weak link when out in combat with his battle brothers. The cold water seemed to hiss against his naturally warm physiology but he could feel himself calming down... coming down from the frenzied high. Till he heard the front door open and his eyes snapped open.

He could hear her... he could smell her... he held his breath so he wouldn't taste her. He could smell the scent of flour, yeast, butter, and eggs against her... probably entangled into the scent of her hair. She was bringing home bread was all... she would leave... he waited those painful seconds as his eyes went over to the bathroom door... she would leave...right?! Oh by the Throne why wasn't she leaving?!

He couldn't face his Bäckerin just yet... "Oh Roland..." his ears picked up even muffled through the door. He twisted the water off and stalked out running his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he could smell her. He watched her pull her fingers out of her unzipped trousers and put them into her mouth licking herself clean.

"Bäckerin," He snapped, "Get on the bed now!"

He watched her jump as her head whipped her head to him seeing him fully naked and he watched her eyes fail to meet his as they were caught between his legs looking at the angry throbbing thing. His own eyes were no longer the soft honey brown but were black with how he looked at her with nothing but a predatory desire. But when she didn't move suddenly she was face first into a burly chest.

"R-Roland?! W-what"

"Less words." He felt himself salivating as he unabashedly inhaled her scent, "I'm going to fuck a baby into you!" He snarled as he threw her onto the bed as he punched a code into a terminal. Only the Chaplin could contact him or get in during this time. When he looked over at his Bäckerin he was pleased that she had stripped naked.

She flinched in unconscious fear as suddenly he was looming over her. She was still a mortal at the end of the day and he was a lethal weapon. As much as he wanted to pin her under him and thrust with reckless abandon, as her scent was coaxing him to do, he rolled over laying on his back. "Work yourself on. Please." He hissed giving her this one concession.

Lucky for him she was already so wet. He let out a guttural hiss from the back of his throat as her hips began to roll and bounce her way down his cock. "Du riechst so gut." He groaned arching and pushing himself into her more. She felt so full and whimpered as he gave her till she started to move.

She found herself on her back quickly as his hips began to piston in their barely restrained pattern. He really shouldn't indulge himself during these times of the month... but it was addictive to smell her fertile scent just mingling with his own when he fills her with his sperm. His drool splashes on her breasts as he is lost in his fantasy. Her breathy moans filling the room just as much as the wet squelch and slap of his hips against hers. The way his balls met her skin, the feeling of her feet against his chest and shoulders... oh he knew when he was bad she would press them against his neck to try and break him out of whatever trance he was in.

He pressed her down causing her moans to increase an octave as she was utterly cock drunk slurring his name as the bed creaked and rocked with the rhythm his hips had set. He sometimes wished his Bäckerin could handle him more... but he wouldn't give her up for anything. He could feel the way she clenched around him and the way she groaned in pleasure as he fucked through her orgasm simultaneously extending it but also building up the next one.

"So gut." He salivated on her shoulder before sucking a hickey into her skin. It didn't take him very long to get her to orgasm again but when she did he bottomed out snarling, "Meine Bäckerin, meine... meine... meine." All gutteral sounded and coming from deep within his chest and throat as he stilled his hips just rolling them as he flooded her insides. He knelt there just panting softly as he let her legs go and watch them just spread wide and she rested her feet on his thighs.

"Um... hi to you too?" She spoke softly.

"You're ovulating." Roland said as if it was completely obvious as to why he dragged her to bed, "I wasn't expecting you home."

"I was just going to leave some bread and... yeah neither was I expecting you." She moaned softly as he had softened and pulled out. He cocked his head to the side as he felt some pride and sexual satisfaction seeing at how wide open he would leave her. Pushing some of the oozing cum back into her quivering cunt. She moaned softly as he would do so. She wasn't staying as open as long any more. "Roland?"

"Hmm?" He finally looked up at his Bäckerin.

"Get my laptop I'm not going to be moving for a bit. Not with... that."

He just grinned going to get her some water and her device. He would pepper her with kisses and his tender affection till he had to return to his duties. But he was happy to return to them with a clear head even though it meant any plans his Bäckerin had were ruined.

Though he was certain she hardly minded.

#tw: smut #tw: sex #warhammer 40k #Brother Roland #Bäckerin #smut #Black Templar #Space Marine x reader #x reader #is this x reader still?#Space Marine #Black Templar x reader #Does Roland count as a Yandere still?#tw: breeding

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mcisanon · 11 months ago

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LustHub (PT. 1)

Author's Note: Hi please know that this is mostly a crackfic and I wrote this out of boredom I might edit it if I'm feeling cute, tehee

Warning: Minors shoo, NSFW, Dark AU(?), Fem! MC, Bad English

Imagine:

LustHub is a site where Denizens could watch any type of Sexual categories be it Philias, Roleplays, and genre. Just search whatever you want and it will be there!

If not then you are always welcome to make an account and post your own sexual deviancy or you can also pay and request a Lust Demon to do a video to your liking since they are obviously always the top streamers of the site.

With that in mind you must know the new rising Category of LustHub and that is......

*drum roll*

Human Porn!!!

That's right folks Human Porn, getting so much attention lately as MC progress with their achievements. Because phew you telling me this cute little human who are stereotypically weak and small in all realms standard is collecting pacts from the 7 princes?!?! Not only that, they are now Solomon the Greatest sorcerer's Apprentice? What's next Lord Diavolo and Barbatos having a soft spot for them hahahaha.... Oh...

I mean how can these lesser demons resist a forbidden fruit that is the MC that both can be a sub and dom them. Like plese MC use your Whip of Love on them too!

They are sooo jealous with the brothers whom you can command to get in their knees and be called a bad dog!

It is Canon that Devils always give in to temptation and they would gladly sink themselves in MC if not for her guard dogs, yikes!

But if MC herself is doing the beating then *insert the fboy face emoji * say less there are demons that are into that, you can punch them, kick them, pull their hair please they are A-OK being stabbed, biting and scratching are on the table. You can use fire! There are no off limits to this degenerates.

So anyway what do they do if they cannot have the real thing? Go the LustHub! Where you can request a shapeshifters a video of MC getting railed in any scenario you want!

The brothers, lord Diavolo, and Barbatos tried to stop this from spreading too much, but oh well, they too enjoy this type of videos. After all, they are demons too.

Looks like you got some lots of disciplining to do MC!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #OM #obey me x reader #om x reader #obey me brothers #18+ mdni

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purple-obsidian · 7 months ago

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I'm back in your inbox again. Hello 👋

Been thinking about your ak jason todd and you've mentioned that his men know about her. They're intimidated by him and for good reason. But, hear me out, is Jason still working with scarecrow in your story?

Maybe Scarecrow is looking for the weakness in what seems like the arkham knights flawless armor. Maybe one of Jason's men isn't so loyal, or maybe scarecrow uses fear gas to get it out of them.

But I'm thinking how badly Jason would react if the reader was even in the slightest bit of danger or even vaugley threatened by scarecrow, even in passing. (Or slade, or even one of his men.) I think there'd be a bullet involved before the sentence is even over. Cause no matter how he treats her, she's still his person.

hello my friend! <3

in my little au, my fics 'say it back' and 'let go' happen just after the events of arkham knight, so jason is no longer working with scarecrow. i imagine that gotham is still a wreck, and jason hasn't yet transitioned to being red hood. so he's 'found' himself enough to have helped bruce in the end, but he's still harbors a crap ton of resentment and anger towards him and the others, and is still not above using lethal violence against those he thinks deserve it.

in my mind, this time period here is extremely tumultuous for him as he struggles to redefine and analyze what his goals and plans are now. like, if you're familiar with ATLA, i liken it to prince zuko getting physically ill after letting appa free. a sort of crisis of his self image. joker spent so much time convincing jason over and over how batman left him, abandoned him, telling him that bats was the enemy. and jason believed it, but when push came to shove, jason didn't exact his revenge. this turmoil inside of him, along with the unprocessed trauma of jokers multitude of atrocities, is what fuels a lot of his anger and unpredictability. his hired men are left over from his militia, he kept a handful of his most trusted guys on his payroll to help solidify his authority in gothams underworld. however, in my version of events, jason and reader were reunited back when he and scarecrow were still working together.

so, back to the original question. if earlier on, scarecrow had found out about reader, [and you're right, he had to trust some of his men to help keep her safe, so they could of had the info squeezed out of them. or maybe they were loose-lipped and talking shit, who knows.] no way crane could've resisted the temptation.

i think we can all agree that jason would use lethal force to protect reader. his own sins against her be damned, just because he's treated her like shit doesn't mean he will allow anyone else to threaten her or even touch her.

if it were dr. crane trying to use his fear gas on reader, jason would kill him on sight. no questions asked.

if it were someone less dangerous, like one of his militia getting too comfortable with reader, i see a possibility of him taking his time. we saw in 'let go' that he has some dark urges inside of him to hurt others the way he's been hurt. don't know if he'd actually have it in him to brutally torture someone, but if reader was injured, assaulted, or seriously harmed, who knows.

an important thing, though, is that i think jason would feel guilty after. not for killing them, not if they hurt his person. he'll be able to live with that just fine. but anything that prolongs their suffering i think he would feel remorse for, later on, when he's had more time to heal. more than anything, it will scare him to look back on it and know he's capable of such evil.

there would be a rare moment of vulnerability between jason and reader after he's eliminated the threat and can check and make sure readers okay.

if reader were suffering from fear gas, he would take her somewhere private and hold her close, not letting go until the toxin is out of her system, even if it's hours. most likely blaming himself the whole time and triggering him to spiral further down his path of self-hatred.

in the case of his militia men, they would be knocked out, and jason would get reader to safety asap. if reader has severe injuries, he may chance setting foot in a hospital, even though it reminds him of arkham. if the injuries are less severe, he would probably lock her up somewhere safe while he 'takes care' of the perpetrator, later returning to reader with bloody hands and eyes full of fear.

no matter the outcome, poor jay would be extra protective over reader for a while, second guessing who he trusts to leave her with and who is vetted enough to guard his safehouse when she's inside.

gahhhhh you're making me want to replay the games to brush up on the lore. its so tragic, jasons story. my heart hurts for him.

i would apologize for such a long-winded, unorganized response to a simple question, but i know you're just as obsessed as i am 😈

xoxo sid

#[sid answers]#[xoxo sid]#ak jason todd #arkham knight #thanks for the ask!#[sids moots]

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mostlysignssomeportents · 9 months ago

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Algorithmic feeds are a twiddler’s playground

Next TUESDAY (May 14), I'm on a livecast about AI AND ENSHITTIFICATION with TIM O'REILLY; on WEDNESDAY (May 15), I'm in NORTH HOLLYWOOD with HARRY SHEARER for a screening of STEPHANIE KELTON'S FINDING THE MONEY; FRIDAY (May 17), I'm at the INTERNET ARCHIVE in SAN FRANCISCO to keynote the 10th anniversary of the AUTHORS ALLIANCE.

Like Oscar Wilde, "I can resist anything except temptation," and my slow and halting journey to adulthood is really just me grappling with this fact, getting temptation out of my way before I can yield to it.

Behavioral economists have a name for the steps we take to guard against temptation: a "Ulysses pact." That's when you take some possibility off the table during a moment of strength in recognition of some coming moment of weakness:

https://archive.org/details/decentralizedwebsummit2016-corydoctorow

Famously, Ulysses did this before he sailed into the Sea of Sirens. Rather than stopping his ears with wax to prevent his hearing the sirens' song, which would lure him to his drowning, Ulysses has his sailors tie him to the mast, leaving his ears unplugged. Ulysses became the first person to hear the sirens' song and live to tell the tale.

Ulysses was strong enough to know that he would someday be weak. He expressed his strength by guarding against his weakness. Our modern lives are filled with less epic versions of the Ulysses pact: the day you go on a diet, it's a good idea to throw away all your Oreos. That way, when your blood sugar sings its siren song at 2AM, it will be drowned out by the rest of your body's unwillingness to get dressed, find your keys and drive half an hour to the all-night grocery store.

Note that this Ulysses pact isn't perfect. You might drive to the grocery store. It's rare that a Ulysses pact is unbreakable – we bind ourselves to the mast, but we don't chain ourselves to it and slap on a pair of handcuffs for good measure.

People who run institutions can – and should – create Ulysses pacts, too. A company that holds the kind of sensitive data that might be subjected to "sneak-and-peek" warrants by cops or spies can set up a "warrant canary":

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warrant_canary

This isn't perfect. A company that stops publishing regular transparency reports might have been compromised by the NSA, but it's also possible that they've had a change in management and the new boss just doesn't give a shit about his users' privacy:

https://www.fastcompany.com/90853794/twitters-transparency-reporting-has-tanked-under-elon-musk

Likewise, a company making software it wants users to trust can release that code under an irrevocable free/open software license, thus guaranteeing that each release under that license will be free and open forever. This is good, but not perfect: the new boss can take that free/open code down a proprietary fork and try to orphan the free version:

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=39772562

A company can structure itself as a public benefit corporation and make a binding promise to elevate its stakeholders' interests over its shareholders' – but the CEO can still take a secret $100m bribe from cryptocurrency creeps and try to lure those stakeholders into a shitcoin Ponzi scheme:

https://fortune.com/crypto/2024/03/11/kickstarter-blockchain-a16z-crypto-secret-investment-chris-dixon/

A key resource can be entrusted to a nonprofit with a board of directors who are charged with stewarding it for the benefit of a broad community, but when a private equity fund dangles billions before that board, they can talk themselves into a belief that selling out is the right thing to do:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/12/how-we-saved-org-2020-review

Ulysses pacts aren't perfect, but they are very important. At the very least, creating a Ulysses pact starts with acknowledging that you are fallible. That you can be tempted, and rationalize your way into taking bad action, even when you know better. Becoming an adult is a process of learning that your strength comes from seeing your weaknesses and protecting yourself and the people who trust you from them.

Which brings me to enshittification. Enshittification is the process by which platforms betray their users and their customers by siphoning value away from each until the platform is a pile of shit:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enshittification

Enshittification is a spectrum that can be applied to many companies' decay, but in its purest form, enshittification requires:

a) A platform: a two-sided market with business customers and end users who can be played off against each other; b) A digital back-end: a market that can be easily, rapidly and undetectably manipulated by its owners, who can alter search-rankings, prices and costs on a per-user, per-query basis; and c) A lack of constraint: the platform's owners must not fear a consequence for this cheating, be it from competitors, regulators, workforce resignations or rival technologists who use mods, alternative clients, blockers or other "adversarial interoperability" tools to disenshittify your product and sever your relationship with your users.

he founders of tech platforms don't generally set out to enshittify them. Rather, they are constantly seeking some equilibrium between delivering value to their shareholders and turning value over to end users, business customers, and their own workers. Founders are consummate rationalizers; like parenting, founding a company requires continuous, low-grade self-deception about the amount of work involved and the chances of success. A founder, confronted with the likelihood of failure, is absolutely capable of talking themselves into believing that nearly any compromise is superior to shuttering the business: "I'm one of the good guys, so the most important thing is for me to live to fight another day. Thus I can do any number of immoral things to my users, business customers or workers, because I can make it up to them when we survive this crisis. It's for their own good, even if they don't know it. Indeed, I'm doubly moral here, because I'm volunteering to look like the bad guy, just so I can save this business, which will make the world over for the better":

https://locusmag.com/2024/05/cory-doctorow-no-one-is-the-enshittifier-of-their-own-story/

(En)shit(tification) flows downhill, so tech workers grapple with their own version of this dilemma. Faced with constant pressure to increase the value flowing from their division to the company, they have to balance different, conflicting tactics, like "increasing the number of users or business customers, possibly by shifting value from the company to these stakeholders in the hopes of making it up in volume"; or "locking in my existing stakeholders and squeezing them harder, safe in the knowledge that they can't easily leave the service provided the abuse is subtle enough." The bigger a company gets, the harder it is for it to grow, so the biggest companies realize their gains by locking in and squeezing their users, not by improving their service::

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/microincentives-and-enshittification/

That's where "twiddling" comes in. Digital platforms are extremely flexible, which comes with the territory: computers are the most flexible tools we have. This means that companies can automate high-speed, deceptive changes to the "business logic" of their platforms – what end users pay, how much of that goes to business customers, and how offers are presented to both:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/02/19/twiddler/

This kind of fraud isn't particularly sophisticated, but it doesn't have to be – it just has to be fast. In any shell-game, the quickness of the hand deceives the eye:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/03/26/glitchbread/#electronic-shelf-tags

Under normal circumstances, this twiddling would be constrained by counterforces in society. Changing the business rules like this is fraud, so you'd hope that a regulator would step in and extinguish the conduct, fining the company that engaged in it so hard that they saw a net loss from the conduct. But when a sector gets very concentrated, its mega-firms capture their regulators, becoming "too big to jail":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/06/05/regulatory-capture/

Thus the tendency among the giant tech companies to practice the one lesson of the Darth Vader MBA: dismissing your stakeholders' outrage by saying, "I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it any further":

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/26/hit-with-a-brick/#graceful-failure

Where regulators fail, technology can step in. The flexibility of digital platforms cuts both ways: when the company enshittifies its products, you can disenshittify it with your own countertwiddling: third-party ink-cartridges, alternative app stores and clients, scrapers, browser automation and other forms of high-tech guerrilla warfare:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/adversarial-interoperability

But tech giants' regulatory capture have allowed them to expand "IP rights" to prevent this self-help. By carefully layering overlapping IP rights around their products, they can criminalize the technology that lets you wrestle back the value they've claimed for themselves, creating a new offense of "felony contempt of business model":

https://locusmag.com/2020/09/cory-doctorow-ip/

A world where users must defer to platforms' moment-to-moment decisions about how the service operates, without the protection of rival technology or regulatory oversight is a world where companies face a powerful temptation to enshittify.

That's why we've seen so much enshittification in platforms that algorithmically rank their feeds, from Google and Amazon search to Facebook and Twitter feeds. A search engine is always going to be making a judgment call about what the best result for your search should be. If a search engine is generally good at predicting which results will please you best, you'll return to it, automatically clicking the first result ("I'm feeling lucky").

This means that if a search engine slips in the odd paid result at the top of the results, they can exploit your trusting habits to shift value from you to their investors. The congifurability of a digital service means that they can sprinkle these frauds into their services on a random schedule, making them hard to detect and easy to dismiss as lapses. Gradually, this acquires its own momentum, and the platform becomes addicted to lowering its own quality to raise its profits, and you get modern Google, which cynically lowered search quality to increase search volume:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/24/naming-names/#prabhakar-raghavan

And you get Amazon, which makes $38 billion every year, accepting bribes to replace its best search results with paid results for products that cost more and are of lower quality:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/06/attention-rents/#consumer-welfare-queens

Social media's enshittification followed a different path. In the beginning, social media presented a deterministic feed: after you told the platform who you wanted to follow, the platform simply gathered up the posts those users made and presented them to you, in reverse-chronological order.

This presented few opportunities for enshittification, but it wasn't perfect. For users who were well-established on a platform, a reverse-chrono feed was an ungovernable torrent, where high-frequency trivialities drowned out the important posts from people whose missives were buried ten screens down in the updates since your last login.

For new users who didn't yet follow many people, this presented the opposite problem: an empty feed, and the sense that you were all alone while everyone else was having a rollicking conversation down the hall, in a room you could never find.

The answer was the algorithmic feed: a feed of recommendations drawn from both the accounts you followed and strangers alike. Theoretically, this could solve both problems, by surfacing the most important materials from your friends while keeping you abreast of the most important and interesting activity beyond your filter bubble. For many of us, this promise was realized, and algorithmic feeds became a source of novelty and relevance.

But these feeds are a profoundly tempting enshittification target. The critique of these algorithms has largely focused on "addictiveness" and the idea that platforms would twiddle the knobs to increase the relevance of material in your feed to "hack your engagement":

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/mar/04/has-dopamine-got-us-hooked-on-tech-facebook-apps-addiction

Less noticed – and more important – was how platforms did the opposite: twiddling the knobs to remove things from your feed that you'd asked to see or that the algorithm predicted you'd enjoy, to make room for "boosted" content and advertisements:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Instagram/comments/z9j7uy/what_happened_to_instagram_only_ads_and_accounts/

Users were helpless before this kind of twiddling. On the one hand, they were locked into the platform – not because their dopamine had been hacked by evil tech-bro wizards – but because they loved the friends they had there more than they hated the way the service was run:

https://locusmag.com/2023/01/commentary-cory-doctorow-social-quitting/

On the other hand, the platforms had such an iron grip on their technology, and had deployed IP so cleverly, that any countertwiddling technology was instantaneously incinerated by legal death-rays:

https://techcrunch.com/2022/10/10/google-removes-the-og-app-from-the-play-store-as-founders-think-about-next-steps/

Newer social media platforms, notably Tiktok, dispensed entirely with deterministic feeds, defaulting every user into a feed that consisted entirely of algorithmic picks; the people you follow on these platforms are treated as mere suggestions by their algorithms. This is a perfect breeding-ground for enshittification: different parts of the business can twiddle the knobs to override the algorithm for their own parochial purposes, shifting the quality:shit ratio by unnoticeable increments, temporarily toggling the quality knob when your engagement drops off:

https://www.forbes.com/sites/emilybaker-white/2023/01/20/tiktoks-secret-heating-button-can-make-anyone-go-viral/

All social platforms want to be Tiktok: nominally, that's because Tiktok's algorithmic feed is so good at hooking new users and keeping established users hooked. But tech bosses also understand that a purely algorithmic feed is the kind of black box that can be plausibly and subtly enshittified without sparking user revolts:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/01/21/potemkin-ai/#hey-guys

Back in 2004, when Mark Zuckerberg was coming to grips with Facebook's success, he boasted to a friend that he was sitting on a trove of emails, pictures and Social Security numbers for his fellow Harvard students, offering this up for his friend's idle snooping. The friend, surprised, asked "What? How'd you manage that one?"

Infamously, Zuck replied, "People just submitted it. I don't know why. They 'trust me.' Dumb fucks."

https://www.esquire.com/uk/latest-news/a19490586/mark-zuckerberg-called-people-who-handed-over-their-data-dumb-f/

This was a remarkable (and uncharacteristic) self-aware moment from the then-nineteen-year-old Zuck. Of course Zuck couldn't be trusted with that data. Whatever Jiminy Cricket voice told him to safeguard that trust was drowned out by his need to boast to pals, or participate in the creepy nonconsensual rating of the fuckability of their female classmates. Over and over again, Zuckerberg would promise to use his power wisely, then break that promise as soon as he could do so without consequence:

https://papers.ssrn.com/sol3/papers.cfm?abstract_id=3247362

Zuckerberg is a cautionary tale. Aware from the earliest moments that he was amassing power that he couldn't be trusted with, he nevertheless operated with only the weakest of Ulysses pacts, like a nonbinding promise never to spy on his users:

https://web.archive.org/web/20050107221705/http://www.thefacebook.com/policy.php

But the platforms have learned the wrong lesson from Zuckerberg. Rather than treating Facebook's enshittification as a cautionary tale, they've turned it into a roadmap. The Darth Vader MBA rules high-tech boardrooms.

Algorithmic feeds and other forms of "paternalistic" content presentation are necessary and even desirable in an information-rich environment. In many instances, decisions about what you see must be largely controlled by a third party whom you trust. The audience in a comedy club doesn't get to insist on knowing the punchline before the joke is told, just as RPG players don't get to order the Dungeon Master to present their preferred challenges during a campaign.

But this power is balanced against the ease of the players replacing the Dungeon Master or the audience walking out on the comic. When you've got more than a hundred dollars sunk into a video game and an online-only friend-group you raid with, the games company can do a lot of enshittification without losing your business, and they know it:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/5/10/24153809/ea-in-game-ads-redux

Even if they sometimes overreach and have to retreat:

https://www.eurogamer.net/sony-overturns-helldivers-2-psn-requirement-following-backlash

A tech company that seeks your trust for an algorithmic feed needs Ulysses pacts, or it will inevitably yield to the temptation to enshittify. From strongest to weakest, these are:

Not showing you an algorithmic feed at all;

https://joinmastodon.org/

"Composable moderation" that lets multiple parties provide feeds:

https://bsky.social/about/blog/4-13-2023-moderation

Offering an algorithmic "For You" feed alongside of a reverse-chrono "Friends" feed, defaulting to friends;

https://pluralistic.net/2022/12/10/e2e/#the-censors-pen

As above, but defaulting to "For You"

Maturity lies in being strong enough to know your weaknesses. Never trust someone who tells you that they will never yield to temptation! Instead, seek out people – and service providers – with the maturity and honesty to know how tempting temptation is, and who act before temptation strikes to make it easier to resist.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/11/for-you/#the-algorithm-tm

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amnesique · 2 years ago

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the way i am — charles leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

summary: after a few months of dating charles leclerc, he still hadn't made the relationship public yet, but talking about this can lead to something more in just a few moments. because, let's be serious, charles looks too fine in any situations, even when you are supposed to be mad at him.

warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni!), dirty talk, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, google translated french, angst, not proofread.

many would've like to be in your place, not to be able to take their hands and lips off the famous charles leclerc, one of the racing drivers in the formula 1, who is part of the ferrari team, but they couldn't imagine what it actually was like to feel like being a secret.

you were together with charles already for a few months, after the relationship of friends with benefits led to a relationship in the true sense of the word. although many of his real fans suspected the closeness between you for what it really was, you two were still pretending to be just acquaintances, maybe even friends, but in no case boyfriend and girlfriend.

you were in charles' drivers room, sitting on his couch and running your fingers through his hair, with your mind being elsewhere as the race he was about to participate in approached.

it took a while for him to notice your strange stillness, being too preoccupied with your touch, the way you ran your fingers through his strands of hair calming down his nerves.

as others would say, the calm before the storm.

"hey," he whispered softly to you, standing up a little and taking your hand that was running through his hair into his own hand, stopping it in place and giving it a light squeeze. but you still had your gaze fixed on some point in the room. "mon nana?" he tried once more to get your attention, referring to you in french as his girl.

and then he had succeeded.

you looked at them with a troubled look, and he got up completely from your lap to take the seat next to you so that he can look at you better.

he lifted your head towards him, using his finger under your chin to study your gaze. "a penny for your thoughts, mon nana?" he asked you in a soft tone that would have transformed you into gelatin, if you were less distracted.

you gave him a weak smile, but pulled back slightly from his touch causing him to become lost in thought as well, thinking he had done something wrong. but you just couldn't stay serious and tell him what it was affecting you if you were to feel his touch on you and be so close to his lips.

"quoi?" he asked, eyes wide and lips parted. he looked like a lost puppy, but you had to stop yourself from thinking about it.

you cleared your throat, ignoring the lust you felt every time it was just the two of you, this close, in a room.

"do you know we've been together for a good few months already?" you asked and he nodded, waiting for you to continue. “ok, so,” you said and looked towards the door to stop thinking about how his eyes seemed to see right through you, "i don't like that we're not public yet."

"you know that i'm thinking about what's good for you and that's why i'm in no rush to make it public?" he said and placed his fingers on your chin again to make you stop looking away from him. "right?" he insisted, bringing his forehead to yours to be even closer to you, if that was possible.

you placed your hand on his cheek and sighed, "do you really have my best interests in mind when you let your fans think you're single?"

"what do you mean?"

you wanted to roll your eyes, but you resisted. somehow you also managed to resist the temptation to screw up the conversation and to get on him and kiss him because no matter how much that man tempted you, that discussion was necessary. if maybe not for him, then definitely it was for you. but you wanted to believe that it was actually beneficial for both of you.

"you give me the impression that you like the world, especially the girls, to think of you as a bachelor."

it was time for him to be the one to retire and for your hands to fall by your side, you being caught off guard by the change in the atmosphere between the two of you.

"are you for real right now?" he said, with a fake smile and revealing his dimples, at which point you squeezed your thighs together.

you nodded.

"you really think i'd want to flirt with quelques filles au hasard, when i could have you whenever i want to?"

his choice of words weren't the best and you rolled your eyes as he ran his tongue over his teeth.

"whenever you want to?" you repeated after him, feeling hurt by his words. "and when you don't want me, what? then i remain nobody's or can i also find a fan that i can pull him into a hug and tell him that he makes my day better and that—"

"i didn't say that,” he cut you off.

"but you don't deny it that you were the one who hugged her," you draw the conclusion to his words, with an insincere smile on your lips.

"and?"

"yeah, and?" he continued and shrugged. "people like us always hug their fans when they see them, not just the female ones."

"today you hug her, tomorrow you take advantage of the fact that she has no idea about me, and kiss her or who knows what else you do," you waved your hands in the air, avoiding looking at him.

you were exaggerating, and you were aware of it. but at the end of the day, you were once just a fan and you ended up with him. so, how could you know that the one who would come after you, if god forbid you were ever to break up, would be the same, one of his fans?

you let your insecurities get to you, because time was passing by and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to make the announcement.

"is it me or are you accusing me of possibly cheating on you?” he said straightening his posture and you gulped as you looked back at him.

"that's not how i said it," you defended yourself, pulling your hair back because you felt suffocated by it, but at the same time, exposing your neck.

"maybe not, amour," he started and running his hand through his hair in frustration, he was in front of you in seconds, dominating you with the height difference, "but that's what i got,” he continued, in a whisper, being very close to your ear and placing one leg between your legs to support his weight on the edge of the couch.

you started breathing harder and felt yourself clenching over nothing, longing for more.

"still, that's not what i said,” you let the words roll off your lips just before he moved down from your ear to your neck, biting lightly and running his tongue over the spot right after, in order to make a weak whimper to accompany the previous words.

“shh,” he silenced you, as he slid a hand between your bodies so he could reach the dangerous area between your legs, while leaning against the wall behind you with his free hand. "let me make you forget about all the girls who want me and show you that you're the only one i want."

if before you compared him to a puppy, now you looked like a fish, mouth agape, yearning for his lips to be pressed against yours and at the same time, trying to breathe some air without inhaling his perfume, which it would've driven you even more crazy.

"qu'est ce qui ne va pas, mon amour?" he continued teasingly, asking you in his native language what was wrong as he wrapped his hand around your right thigh, knowing damn well the effect it would've on you. "hmm?" he insisted as he saw he wasn't getting a response from you and he looked up at you, a grin immediately appearing on his face.

and you wished the dimples in his cheeks would swallow you up, feeling how your cheeks unashamedly put on display for him the way your whole body was on fire, to have stopped you from turning on the side of you that was a whore for your boyfriend only.

but that wasn't possible, so you pulled him down towards you by his neck, taking what you wanted yourself and suddenly pressing your lips to his, and his hands that had stopped on your thigh was approaching much too slowly the area that longed for him. and because you wanted to end the teasing, you pushed him with your hands into his chest, causing his back to hit the sofa, being caught off guard.

"look at me, pretty boy, you're going to give me what i want now, or i'm going to leave you to deal with the problem growing in your pants on your own," you said as you placed a foot on each hair of his waist and you leaned over him, illegally close to his lips, without touching them. "tic-tac, your time left until the race is getting shorter and shorter,” you said and kissed him chastely on the corner of his lips.

his eyes had darkened, wanting you now even more than he did before. still, it didn't take long for charles' response to appear, "oui, m'dame," as he was rushing to flip you over so he can have you under him for a second time that day and to kiss your neck, while also helping you out of your underwear as you helped him undo his pants as quickly as possible.

the clothes disappeared in seconds and your lips continued to melt together, as if you were one step away from eating each other, lighting a fierce fire between you, which was fueled by the friction between your bodies. the next second, he's inside you, but only for a few seconds, before he pulls out almost completely and enters you again, with much more force, making the both of you let out sounds of pleasure.

you wrapped your thighs around his waist, feeling him so much better from that angle and wishing you could just do it non-stop at how good it felt to be connected on that level. his movements had become more and more unpatient, his pace being fast and turning you into a moaning mess.

his lips were everywhere and nowhere, leaving his mark all over your body with kisses and bites.

"tu te débrouilles si bien pour moi, mon amour," charles let you know what a good job you were doing for him as he moved his hands down between your bodies again, not slowing down the pace, to make quick circular motions over your clit. at the first touch, you arched your back, moaning out his name out of habit and grabbing the edge of the couch, only for you to continue to push yourself towards his hand, running after your release. "tu me fais me sentir trop bien, rayon de soleil, squeezing me just the way i need it."

his words, combined with his movements, made you feel like you were on a cloud nine and you couldn't get enough of all the pleasure that was taking place in your body, even if you didn't understand the french language that well.

"I'm—," you opened your mouth to let him know you were close, but the way you were tightening around him had already let him know.

"je sais," he struggled to say, being slightly overwhelmed by the situation, "you can let go, let yourself cum on my cock."

and when he felt that wave of pleasure exploding inside you and taking over your whole body, putting out the flames, and saw you rolling your eyes and biting your bottom lip, he finished inside your, continuing to pound slower for a few times, helping you come down from your high.

your breathing was still uneven, as his head fell into the hollow of your neck, placing soft kisses along it and making you chuckle weakly, even if you were feeling drained of strength.

"leclerc, the race starts in less than 20 minutes! get out of there!" came the voice of one of the staff from behind the door and you could only hope no one heard you while doing it.

charles rolled his eyes, and you put your hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh. "i'll be there in 3!" he yelled back, but instead he kissed your neck once more making you chuckle once again.

then he sighed and pulled out of you, "i gotta go," he announced you what was already obvious, kissing your forehead. "i hope you make sure you're going to be there, calling my name almost as loud as you call it in bed."

as much as you wanted to pull him back on top of you, his ego made you roll your eyes amused and get up on your elbows to watch him rise and he change from his usual clothes to the suit he uses on the racetrack. "can't promise anything."

he laughed weakly, revealing his dimples and as he reached to put his hand on the doorknob to leave the room, leaving you to meditate a little more on the situation, until you made your own exit.

throughout the course of the race, you shouted as he had told you, even though you knew he wouldn't hear you from inside the car, and you were as happy as a little kid when the race ended, and he was coming in second place.

with a smile on his lips that would've softened any heart, he made his way through the interviewers who were eager to interview him, leaving them to wait, and came straight to the part where you were. he beckoned you to come towards him, and you executed it with delight, forgetting about everything, every promise. so you made your way among the people to get in front of him and moment he pulled you into a kiss surprised you.

when he pulled back from the kiss, with a satisfied smile he noticed that you were wearing a handmade t-shirt with his number on it and leaned into your ear, "you look so good with my number on you that i'm so tempted to just fuck all and come take care of you for second time today," then he stepped back with a proud smile, leaving you with your red cheeks burning as if you had a fever.

and leaving the fans to speculate what he whispered to you, and how lucky they thought you were.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc angst #charles leclerc smut #charles leclerc fic #formula 1 #f1 #f1 fic #f1 smut

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pedroshotwifey · 11 months ago

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Prompt #36 with Dieter or Ezra? 👀

Hi, my friend! I'm sorry this took a hot minute, but I hope you'll be happy with the result!

Better

Pairing: Ezra x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Tags/warnings: extreme overstimulation, sub reader, use of toys, orgasm control, light bdsm, restraints, tears, piv sex, subspace/disorientation, Ezra being Ezra and saying Ezra things

Summary: You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime

*****

“Ez?”

You walk into your shared tent, confused as to why he’d suddenly abandoned you in the middle of your excursion. The two of you were almost ready to pack up anyway, but you thought the plan was to wait it out until the day was up.

You come in to find him lounging on the bunk, spread out on his back with exhaustion. He’s breathing unnecessarily heavily, so much so that you would probably be worried if it was anyone other than Ezra. Sure, it’s hot outside, but not enough to entail that. So dramatic.

“Ez, what the fuck are you doing?”

His head snaps up this time, like he’s surprised to see you there. That’s when you notice that he has one hand down his pants.

“Ez!” you gape. “Serously, what the fuck?”

“Sorry, little dove,” he pants, not caring to stop the jerking motions. “I thought I was strong enough to resist the temptation, but alas…”

“Dude, we had like an hour left, you couldn’t have waited?”

He just licks his lips in answer. “Well, now that you’re in here, you may as well strip and join me.”

You sigh and plant your hands on your hips. He can be so damn unserious sometimes. He’s lucky he’s hot as hell despite everything else.

“Fine,” you grumble and reach to unbutton your pants. You can’t really deny the way your panties started to grow wet the second you realized what he was up to.

He watches you with a heavy gaze as you discard your clothes to the floor and walk toward him. He’s done the same, pulled all of his clothes off so that you’re both naked as he grabs you to lay you on the cot. You catch a peek of his stiff cock, already leaking and flushed from his playing.

He immediately settles over you and flashes you a smirk as his hand trails down to cup your mound. You moan when he collects some of your slick and then starts to circle your clit, your arms coming up to wrap around him.

“I know, flower. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You nod at him, burrowing your head in his chest as he works your clit. Your body begins to tremble and tense in anticipation, toes curling into the sheets below you.

You claw at his back as you come, moaning as he works you through it. He doesn’t let up when you’re done though, instead inserting two fingers into your soaked cunt. You gasp at the feeling and clench around him.

He starts to pump, watching your face as it contorts with pleasure every time he hooks his fingers to find the spot that makes you crazy.

“Does that feel good, sweet thing?”

“Mhm,” you whine, trying your best to focus on the glide of his thick fingers and the way his thumb comes up to flick your swollen clit. You know it’s not going to be long before your second orgasm takes over.

He suddenly starts to go faster, using his whole arm to finger you at a furious pace, his hand turning so that his palm slaps your clit with each bruising thrust. You gasp and clutch onto him, moans spilling freely from your lips. He starts to mix another movement in, too, shoving his hand up and down and side to side in addition to deep and fucking deeper.

His name is on your lips as you come, an explosion going through your body and making you go weak. Your thighs shake and your ears ring with the force of it all. He doesn’t even slow as you go through it, just whispers filthy praise into your ear as he pulls more and more until there’s a third orgasm meshing with the other two. He slips another finger in and uses his other hand to press on your abdomen.

You’re practically screaming at this point, your body writing beneath him as it tries to escape the constant pressure he keeps on your cunt. It’s so overwhelming and you’re already so overstimulated. Your body is covered in sweat, as is his from his rough movement.

“Take my fingers so good, little bird. Almost as good as you take my cock”

You keen up to him, your back arching as you look into his eyes and plead for him to stop that way since your words aren’t going to work any time soon. He smiles faintly and takes pity on you, slowly retracting his fingers. A squelching sound comes from where he disconnects, an obscene amount of wetness seeping out of your cunt.

“Look at her, she’s so hungry for it,” Ezra observes as he watches your hole clench.

You just pant, feeling thoroughly exhausted already. But you know you’re not done yet. Ezra hasn’t come, and there’s no stopping until he does. You’re about to offer to suck him off to save your poor, throbbing pussy when he speaks again.

“Go get one of your toys, little dove. Let’s make this even better.”

You nod at him, sliding out from under his body in a haze. Despite being so over-sensitive already, you trust him to make it good for you. You walk to your trunk and pull it open, digging around for a moment until you get a grasp on your favorite wand. It’s battery powered and relatively strong.

Ezra cranes his neck to see what you selected and smiles as you turn around with it.

“Good choice, little dove. I like that one, too.”

Then his face lights up in a way that makes you want to bury the vibrator back where you found it. His eyes darken as he reaches his hand out for the toy. Maybe it’s the way your brain has already turned to mush, but you still hand it to him and obey him as he helps you back down.

“On your back and spread those pretty legs, little flower.”

You do so, but not without questioning him as he starts to dig through his own trunk. “Wha–”

“Don’t worry, dove. Just lay there and look pretty for me.”

You lay your head back down on the cot, figuring you might as well save your energy for whatever the hell he’s about to do. You know well enough that when he gets into these moods, there’s no changing his mind.

But you quickly snap your head back up when you hear a tearing sound.

“Ez?”

He looks away from the roll of tape in his hands to see your confused face.

“Yes, bird?”

“W-What are you doing?”

He just grins and walks back to you, ripping the tape further from the roll.

“Legs open,” he instructs, completely ignoring your question. Your eyes widen in realization as he kneels between them and brings your wand up to the inside of your thigh, the tip of it facing your soaked pussy. He pushes your legs open until they start to tremble again from the stretch.

“Ez…”

He ignores you again as he keeps the toy lined up and then starts to secure it with the tape. It’s close enough so that if you closed your legs even the slightest bit, the tip would be right on your clit. Your cunt throbs at the idea. And when he reaches up to tie your hands together and leave you defenseless, you let out a moan.

“Dirty little thing,” Ezra chuckles. “Knew you’d like this.”

He lowers himself back down and lets your legs lay comfortably without his hips holding them open, the ball of the vibrator resting against your clit. You shiver at the contact, goosebumps popping up in anticipation.

He watches your face carefully as he reaches for it and presses a button to turn it on. Your entire body jolts at the constant pressure that immediately starts to hit your clit. You whine loudly, squirming and trying to get away from the harsh vibrations.

“Ez!” you squeal. “‘S too much!”

“Aw, I think you can take it, little gem. Look at your sweet cunt, already crying for more,” he coos at you, doing nothing to stop it.

You shake your head wildly as your orgasm starts to build. It’s borderline painful, your body still wiggling and trying everything it can to escape, but you’re trapped. Every time you move your legs to get away, you just press down harder on your clit. You yelp and writhe, even knowing that you’re going to get nowhere that way.

You’re coming in no time, screaming as the vibrator stays on through the whole thing. Ezra just chuckles to himself as you whine and shake, your brain turning to mush as your ears ring. Everything feels like too much right now. Not just the vibrations between your legs, but also the light coming from the single bulb in the tent, the way the sheets beneath you cling to your sweaty skin, the way the tape around your wrists feels a little too hot.

You feel for a second like you might pass out, the toy still going even after your orgasm subsides. But then Ezra must turn it off because you’re suddenly coming back down to earth, your panting breaths loud in your own ears. Your entire body sags with relief.

You barely even register it as Ezra takes his spot back between your thighs, keeping you open for him with his thick waist as he starts to feed his throbbing cock into your soaked cunt. He groans above you as he practically slips right in without any kind of resistance. You moan sharply, your hands fisting air above your head as you take him.

“Such a good gem,” Ezra whispers to you once he’s fully seated. You can’t even say anything back at this point, far too wrung out to think coherently, much less actually speak. You just lay there, letting him slowly start thrusting into you.

You close your eyes, content to just let him find his end. And then you fucking scream again. Everything goes white and your body jolts as he slams hard into you and turns the toy back on at the same time. Tears immediately jump to your eyes as he picks up a brutal pace and holds your thigh at just the perfect spot for that stupid vibrator to have the biggest effect.

You openly sob as you come again, completely taken by surprise this time. Ezra groans louder, gripping you hard as he pummels his cock into your g-spot. Your tears stream down your cheeks and down your neck, into your hairline, into your ears.

“Sweet little cunt you have, birdy. Squeezing me so tight.”

You try to call his name, but it just comes out garbled and pathetic. You’ve never felt this overstimulated in your life, like you’re unable to really comprehend it all.

“I know, darling thing. You’ll be okay,” he assures you as he puts a hand up to smooth down your sweat-dampened hair.

Finally, his pace starts to stutter and his groans grow louder and more uncontrolled. You’re lost in another wave of painful pleasure when he spills deep inside of you, twitching and making you cry out. He thrusts shallowly, not worried about anything but drawing his own orgasm out.

“There you go, take it all for me. Just like that.” He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips.

He doesn’t wait long after until he turns the vibrator off again, and this time you really do find that you can’t open your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever been this exhausted in your life. Your cunt throbs and aches, your head pounds, and your body feels like it was hit by a truck as it shakes and trembles, numb in some places. You’re disoriented, not entirely sure where you are or how you got there.

You just know that you’re soaked all over and in desperate need of sleep. It comes easy with the help of Ezra’s hand petting your hair and his soft chuckle coming from somewhere around you. You don’t bother to try opening your eyes again, you know that he’ll take care of you as long as he’s around.

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