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Wasps :)
They come in so many colors and shapes and sizes i love them so much. I was just kinda playin w their shapes..
#bug#doodle#doodles#pencil#wasp#wasps#if you say mean things abt wasps i will cry#there are so many#like even if you got stung#there are so many cool ones yknow#it's like if you startled a parrot and it bit you so you started slandering all avians
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i think korra would really like climbing [ids in alt]
#korra#korra fanart#legend of korra#korrasami#korrasami fanart#myart#i have so many sketches of korras back lmao#lok fanart#lok#i finally went climbing again today and came home and drew this#korra's too adventurous to be a gym rat but i think she'd get really into the competitions#i miss it so much and im happy to be doing it again. Even if i got so many flappers holding the pen stung akjshfsd#there's this art trend on insta where it's like âthey say your art tells who you are insideâ i feel like mine's just âgay gay homosexual ga
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âWhat?â
âI said, you tore me out of this photo. I was there too,â I unpin it and hold it out to point to the crooked edge next to Jen where my eleven year old self once stood, tanned and grinning in red swimming shorts, âThere, I was there.â
She looks at it, then me, but says nothing.Â
âYou can still see my shoulder.â
âYeah.â
âYou tore me out of it.â
Again, nothing.Â
I let my arm drop, limply holding the photo between two fingers, speechless I just stare at her as though she might explain herself, give me some reason that makes sense, but she doesnât, she just stands there chewing on her lip.Â
I tug my shoulders sharply toward my ears, âWhy did you do that? That was a nice day. We went swimming in the sea, I rescued you from a jellyfish, remember? I grabbed a piece of driftwood and flung it out of the water for you.â
âYeah,â
âAnd later your mam brought us back to my house and we had a water fight on the lawn and made ice cream and coke floats,â I hold the photo out to her in a last ditch appeal, âIt was a great day.â
âYeah it was nice, we had fun.â She wonât meet my eyes and looks everywhere but at me, like acknowledgement is unbearable.
âWhat, Michelle? I donât get it. What did I do that was so horrible?â
She scoffs and turns away.Â
âCâmon, just tell me. Iâve had enough of all this bullshit between us, Iâm serious. What is it?â
âOh come on.â
âNo, what?â I toss the photo onto her desk and approach her, my hand on her arm makes her flinch as I spin her to look at me, eyes livid, as I insist upon her, âWhat?âÂ
âMy God, youâre awful,â she hisses, âWhy do you need to hear me saying it? Is it an ego thing? Is it because youâre all single and sad again?â
âWhat are you on about?â
âYou already know what this is all about, it just gives you a thrill to bring it up.â
âNo! I donât know!â
âOh cop on,â She slaps my hand off her, âThat stuff with Holly, you just donât remember? Thatâs convenient.â
âHolly?â
âOh my God,â she tries to twist away from me but I stop her, âWhat did Holly say to you?â
Michelle glares right into my face with a fury that would make a lesser man cower, but I donât budge. âTell me!âÂ
âThat you donât fancy me,â she grinds out, âand that Iâm not even pretty.â
I hesitate.Â
She tosses her hand at me and hacks out a laugh, âSee, you donât even deny it.â
âYeah, I was thirteen and stupid, she was jealous and I suppose I was just telling her what she wanted to hear. Shell!â she backs off and I follow, trying to insert myself into her eye line, âI didnât mean it, she just didnât get it, the way it wasnât like that between us, but I donât know why she told you that.â
âItâs because she knew I fancied you, and she thought it was funny how you didnât fancy me back.â
âYou donât know that.â
âYou didnât, you fancied Holly.âÂ
I sigh, âHolly was⊠everyone expected that of me.â
âWhat does that even mean?âÂ
âShe liked me, and she was the sort of girl that all the other boys talked about all the time, I felt like I should just go out with her because itâd be the most normal thing to do.â
âOh my God, thatâs ridiculous.â
âYeah, I know, but I was still a kid and, I donât know, you, Jen and I had a good thing going, I just didnât want to risk ruining it.â
âWell obviously you did, by saying I was ugly and throwing your birthday gifts back in my face.â
âI never said you were ugly, and the birthday gifts⊠she told me I couldnât have them because they were from you, but I still liked them! Those pens were better than her gift, you know, I didnât even like the movie she took me to see,â my attempt at a laugh sounds very weird and tight, âIt was actually so shit.â
Michelle is unmoved, with her arms crossed over her chest she says, âYou read what I said in the card and you still threw it away like it was nothing.â
âNo, I didnât- I skimmed- I barely read it.â
She reels back like Iâve spit in her face, âIs that supposed to be better?â
I donât answer.Â
ââDear Jude,ââ She recites, ââHappy thirteenth birthday! I hope you have an amazing day! I just want to say that being your friend is the best! Youâre so nice and funny and talented, Iâm glad all of the time that you started going to our school because you make our friend group so much better. I hope you like the gel pens, I know you hate drawing with yellow colours because they donât show up on the page, but I couldnât exactly take it out of the packet or it would look pretty strange! Maybe you can use them to draw more comics. I look at the one you drew for me with the cowboy cats every day and it still makes me laugh. Is that weird? I hope not. Anyway, I hope you have an amazing birthday because youâre an amazing friend! xxx Michelle.ââ She glares at me. The way she positively spat that message at me threw me off a bit, but the essence of it still comes across and makes my stomach sink with shame all of the same. It really was a nice card, and I wish for the millionth time in my seventeen-and-a-half years that I wasnât such a fucking idiot.Â
âI remember the cowboy cat comic,â I mutter, âDo you still have it?â
It seems as though my stupidity is confounding her, âNo, I fucked it into the bin. Obviously. I was heartbroken.â
âHeartbroken?â A bit dramatic, surely.Â
âYeah. Holly and her friends bullied me for years, and you just went and abandoned me for them.â
âThatâs not fair, I didnât. You pushed me away, remember? You accused me of choosing them, I never chose them. You chose not to be my friend.âÂ
âYeah, I wonder why.â
âWhy are you being like this?â
âLike what?â
âSo stubborn. You can't let this go.â
âUh! Yeah! Because itâs humiliating.â
âWhat is? That you fancied me?â
She brings her hands to her cheeks, burning not with rage, but embarrassment. She takes a shaky breath, âdid you know?â
âAbout you-â
âYes.â
I chew on my lip. Of course I did. It was written all over her, the way she was so eager to sit next to me in class or in the car, squeezing into the middle seat just so that her leg could rest against mine. How she jumped at the chance to help me out with something before anybody else could, her laugh, a little bit harder and longer than everyone else's when I told a joke, but not addressing it was always easier. Maybe I liked the attention a little bit, enjoyed being admired by a cute girl, or maybe it was easier, less disruptive than admitting my own uncomfortable, friendship-group-ruining feelings.Â
âNo, I had no idea,â I say.Â
Her eyes are fixed upon the carpet between our feet as though by looking so intently at the looped fibres she can transport herself anywhere other than here with me and my interrogations.Â
âHey, look at me.â
âNo.â
I sigh, âLook, Michelle, I did think you were pretty. Thatâs why Holly was so jealous. Our friendship made her insecure, and she hated how much I liked hanging out with you. She could sense that I liked you.â
âOh, come on, thatâs the kind of thing you say to those stupid girls at school so that theyâll let you borrow their homework or something.â
âI really did!â
âYou used to throw potato wedges at me outside the deli!â
âYeah! Thatâs how you show a girl you fancy her when youâre twelve!â
Her laugh is humourless, âPlease.â
âIâm telling you I did,â I take her wrist, with her pulse jumping under my fingers and hold her like that, for reasons Iâm not sure of, perhaps just for connection. Close like this I can feel the heat of her body. I am desperate to show her how serious I am. âAnd if I wasnât so stupid I might have done something about it.â
âToo late.â
âItâs not.â
I bend and kiss her before she can argue any more. Once, just once, but insistently, and I pull back hard with a smack expecting outrage on her face but I find only surprise, desire, and eyes that flick from my eyes to my mouth and back. I kiss her again, slow this time, deep, sure, as my hands hold her hips close to mine, willing for this kiss to wipe it all away, all of the years of hurt and anguish between us, and she lets me kiss her, and she kisses me back with hands that thread through my hair and lips that part so I can slide my tongue inside her mouth.
My knees knock against hers in our clumsy waltz towards her bed and we come down on it together, my body pressing against hers and my fingers finding the warm skin beneath her t-shirt. I draw back to look at her again, dark eyes and full lips and skin, as is mine, blushed amber with the first rays of dawn that stream through the window.Â
âDo you want to stop?â I say, and she shakes her head.Â
âNo.â
And outside, as the sun creeps up over Clontarf, the branches of the cherry blossom trees hold their leafy arms up in surrender.Â
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#lucky boy 2009#last post!#omg!#SO EXCITED FOR 2010 YOU HAVE NO IDEA#anyway behind the scenes: originally Jude murdered the jellyfish in a very calculated and cold blooded way but I felt it was too harsh#even though it was based on something i directly witnessed on a beach when i was a kid#and i felt like the jellyfish kind of deserved it sorry#i got stung on my thigh when i was 9 and it sucked so bad#Youtube
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the cringe nihilistic "personal impact means nothing so why even try" vs the chad "or i could be one of the only people in my apartment complex that grows native plants and lets native animals live in them in what is otherwise a desolate hellscape of grass"
#sometimes personal impact does actually matter#sometimes YOU'RE the only one who gives a shit#but it starts with you. and then other people catch on.#by seeing you have a good time w plants and native wildlife other ppl wanna start doing it too#the experience is too rewarding not to want to. its also really meditative taking care of a garden.#so far ive seen bats hummingbirds i had a wasp nest up here and they never stung me we like just *got* eachother yknow#i literally had to reach over them to water plants and they still never stung me. ive had mason bees. ive obviously had honey bees and#bumble bees. i even saw a fuckin tree frog. its so fun. theres always birds on my balcony. theres a bird on my blacony rn w eggs#im making my own lil micro habitat over here sdjfsjvhgd
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man thereâs no quicker way to get blocked by me than saying some dumb shit like âwasps are evilâ
#they are animals. stop assigning morality to insects#yes. even yellowjackets.#it's understandable to be afraid of them like a phobia is a phobia#but i'm so tired of people saying they're vengeful little bastards#if you're getting stung by them you likely just got too close to their nest and you might have done something to frighten them#you have to remember that you're thousands of times larger than these animals and they may understandably get scared around you#they're not out to get you.#maka mumbles
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Today was such a mixed bag in terms of events that happened (so much happened đł) but Iâm currently riding the high of having found the perfect dress that makes me genuinely feel pretty and happy about my body! The last time that happened was prom 10 years ago with a ridiculous ball gown Iâll never wear again lol but thatâs not even the best part! The best part of this perfect dress that will work for all occasions- casual get togethers, weddings, date nights, etc depending on jewelry and outerwear- is that it was found at a thrift store for $5!! Literally could not have been more perfect đ„° after 3 kids I had kind of resigned myself to never really liking my body again and was focusing on body neutrality. But this dress gave me such a confidence boost! I didnât even know it was possible.
#personal#like sure okay two of my three kids were stung by bees today#and two separate plans in two different locations were ruined because of said bees#btw did you know that if you get stung and go to your car to get away from the bees that they can somehow follow your car? who knew?#and maybe one child got a really bad nosebleed while also dealing with a bee stings#and maybe there was a bathroom accident due to a child not letting us know they had to go quickly enough#but hey! who cares about any of that! I got a great new dress đ„°#oh also my mom went thrift shopping with me and while I was picking her up her neighbor had a free giant doll house on the curb!#so we also got a super awesome dollhouse that the kids are in love with đ#also the bee stung kids are absolutely fine we dont seem to be dealing with any allergies#the baby was actually the first one to get stung (đ„șđŁ) but sheâs fine#she didnât even cry and kept looking at me like I was crazy when I was worrying over her#meanwhile I was stung a few weeks ago and it hurt so badly!#my baby is making me look like⊠wellâŠ. a baby lol
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Nothing like stumbling upon a news story ab a man being swarmed by bees for 3 hours to make you paranoid and have a panic attack :)
#mom was like well stop watching the news!! and like i wasnt expecting bees!!!! i was expecting my daily 20 min of news#i got stung a few years ago and now i have a severe fear of bees to the point where i regularly have nightmares ab them#we had a fucking wasp making a nest on that inner part of wood that's on top of your door like theres the inner door and the screen door#and on top theres wood? on THAT bc we bought the wrong doors years and years ago and were off by like 1/4 of an inch so there was a gap and#it crawled in there and decided to make a nest and we had to knock this motherfucker and its nest outside with a paper towel and then i#it came back inside and went in the window so i was outside yelling at mom where it was so she could smash it with the blinds (which is how#i kill flys lmao) and then we threw it outside and i sprayed it and the paper towel it was in AND the nest with raid to deter any other#wasps from being like???? even though it was just the queen making an inital nest so no others in the colony#and we sealed the door with those foam strips you use to seal windows with plastic in the winter#anyway AHHH#marquilla
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RIP Jason Mendoza, you would've absolutely loved the new poll feature.
RIP Chidi Anagonye, you would've hated the new poll feature
#he would vote on everything even when he had no idea what it was about#*jason voice*#âYOOOOO a BUG RACE? i loved doing that as a kid!â#âwe also tried to do an air race once with flying bugs but they all went in different directionsâ#âand one got hit by a car so we held a funeral for it and then tried to find his home to tell his family and friendsâ#âso that's why we skipped class that dayâ#*chidi voice*#âyou skipped class to race bugs?â#*jason again*#âno that was in break. we skipped class to pay our respects and look for the bugâs loved ones. instead we found this big wasp kingdom!â#âand they stung pillboi and he had to go to hospital and thatâs how we found out he was allergic to wasp stingsâ#'he like nearly died and i remember thinking it was good i got practice with the bug funeral. but the racing was fun!'#also assuming theyâre all on tumblr#kamilah al-jamil gets polls right away#tahani does not#it infuriates her bc her sister keeps making really fun and popular polls and she just has to watch#the good place#tgp
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random thought but remembering when in high school my art teacher marked me low on my hand studies cause on most of them I had drawn a bump on the middle fingerâs middle knuckle and apparently that âwasnât anatomically correctâ and âdidnât make senseâ
and I had to show her my left hand, which I had used for the hand studies as that had been the assignment, which has a very prominent bump on the middle knuckle of the middle finger (scar from a bee sting I got as a toddler)
#shhh sharkie#no hate to her I love her very much and we laughed about it afterwards#but I got my sketchbook back with a poorer grade than I usually got so went to talk to her#and she pointed at every single one and was like âthis makes no sense even as a stylistic choice I wanted you to do realistic studiesâ#and I had to literally show her my hand and be like. it is realistic. cause this is my hand.#anyways yeah I got stung by a bee when I was like 4 or 5 and idk why but the way it scarred left this bump on my knuckle#I scar very easily like almost every break in my skin has resulted in an obvious scar. just lucky I donât have acne scars on my face.
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IF YOU NEEDED ME !
simon riley/reader â 7.1k words sale of a lifetime mini series !
tags: smut, childhood best friend!simon, virginity for sale trope, unrealized feelings, soft!simon, protective!simon, virgin!reader, afab!reader, no prns for reader
cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, wet & messy, fingering, creampie, mid-sex love confession, a little arguing but nothing crazy tbh, petnames (love, lovie, sweetheart)
; he remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. he never thought he was deserving of such happiness. but now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like heâs the only man deserving of you.
or.
he may not have been the first man you picked to give your first time to. but looking back, you realized he was the only right choice in the end.
Meeting some unknown, shady guy out on the street outside of a seedy bar wasnât the smartest decision youâve ever made. Nor was it how you actually intended to spend your Friday evening. But it was the only option you had at the moment, so you swallowed your nerves and forced yourself to stay put at the spot the guy had chosen despite the fact that being out on the street made you feel x10 more nervous and vulnerable.Â
You could hear the loud music and chatter inside the bar every time the door opened to let someone in or out. There was a chill in the air that had you contemplating actually going inside and just telling the guy to meet you in there â you were about to give the bastard your damn virginity, the least he could be was accommodating to your temperature struggles. Plus, you could really use a drink.
A car, expensive by the looks of it, pulling up to the curb had you pausing in that train of thought. You recognized him from his profile picture when he stepped out of the vehicle â Lucas, you recall being his name. Whether that was really his name or not didnât matter; all that mattered was he brought what he promised.
âYou have the money?â you asked when he approached you, giving him a tight-lipped smile as a greeting.
âYeah, got it in the car. All cash, I hope thatâs alright,â he grinned, a sight that made a shiver go down your spine. His tone didnât match the smile, all transactional and dull despite the glimmer in his eyes.
He wasnât necessarily unattractive but he certainly wasnât your type. There was a look in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl because you felt like you were nothing but a piece of raw meat in front of a starving, salivating predator.Â
âWe should get going,â he said, hurrying to open the backseat of his car for you.
You paused, âArenât we going to go inside or something?â
He looked confused, grip on the door tightening for a moment before he bursted out laughing. When he saw the shocked look on your face he sobered up, âSorry, sorry, that was rude of me. Sweetheart, this isnât a date. Iâm just here to get what I paid for.â
âOhâŠâ you swallowed around the lump in your throat at the condescending tone, humiliation making your cheeks burn, âRight.â
Tears stung the back of your eyes and you quickly averted your gaze so he wouldnât see how much that stung. Of course, you knew it wasnât a date. This was a transaction. But you at least thought youâd get to know the guy who was about to take your virginity. You should have known better.
A man who was paying for your virginity wasnât bound to be someone you could trust to feel comfortable around. You quietly sigh, resigning yourself to this all for the sake of some fucking money.Â
You settle into the car, heart jumping into your throat when the door slams. It feels as if youâve just sealed your fate and you canât deny that youâre scared.Â
But thereâs an envelope next to you that you can see stuffed with bills and you clench your fists, trying to calm your racing heart by closing your eyes and breathing.Â
You just hope this decision doesnât cost you your life or something. Youâd hate to imagine what that would do to a certain someone.
Suddenly, the car jostles. Your eyes snap open and you see Lucas is jacked up against the side of the car, a very familiar form caging him in. His scarred hands grip the manâs shirt in tight fists. You canât hear what theyâre saying but you can see Lucas is chattering frantically, gesturing wildly with his hands in an attempt to quell the angry man in the skull balaclava.Â
You curse to yourself, a different kind of terror shocking through your system. Lucas is thrown to the side and you wince at how hard he hits the pavement before the car door is jerked open.
You canât even say anything before a strong, rough hand wraps around your arm, yanking you out. You stumble once youâre on your feet, falling right into his chest.Â
You try to pull away but his arm clamps down around you.Â
Lucas is cursing and screaming his head off, words you donât even bother to try and decipher because youâre too preoccupied with the masked figure that made his sudden appearance. Nerves make your knees shake and from the look of pure rage in his eyes, you know youâre in deep shit.Â
Lucas opens the car door and slams it before driving off, tires squealing against the pavement before he vanishes. Along with that wad of cash that was going to be yours in just a short time.Â
Suddenly youâre angry, shoving your hands against his chest to get him away from you.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing, Riley?!â you shriek, shooting him the fiercest glare you could muster.
âI should be askinâ you that,â he sneers, âThe hell were you doinâ with that prick?â
âIââ
âDonât answer that,â he snaps, cutting you off swiftly, âI know what you were doinâ. If you needed money that badly you should have told me.â
âItâs not your concern, Simon!â you cry, resisting the urge to petulantly stomp your foot.
Youâre so pissed.Â
Simon Riley and you went way back, childhood friends. The two of you had always been in each other's lives. Simon especially was always there when you needed him, a beacon of safety and protection. Your best friend and someone you loved to the ends of the Earth.Â
But right now, youâre so angry with him that you canât seem to think straight.
How dare he show up now, when youâre about to do the most humiliating act of your entire life. How could he show his stupid, masked face here when you didnât even ask for his help in the first place for a reason.Â
âYou are always my concern,â he shoots back, scarred knuckles turning white from how hard he clenches his fists, âI have always taken care of you. You should have come to me for help instead of puttinâ yourself in danger like this. You didnât know that guy, what the fuck were you thinking?â
Anger makes your skin hot, sweat beading on your forehead, blocking out the chill that once made goosebumps rise. You feel ashamed that you were caught in this situation â that the man youâve known your entire life knew you were about to sleep with some random asshole for a fat wad of cash. You donât like that heâs made you feel ashamed and confronted you with it.
âJust fuck off, Simon!â you shriek, the only thing you can think of before turning on your heel and stalking away from him.
You donât glance over your shoulder to check if heâs following because you know he most likely is â from a safe distance to make sure you make it inside your apartment alright but far enough that you canât get mad at him for it. Your jaw is clenched so tightly that you feel a headache radiating down your neck.Â
By the time you reach your apartment, the anger has simmered and all youâre left with is a festering shame that makes tears fill your eyes. You wrap your arms around yourself and quickly shuffle yourself inside, not bothering to check if Simon is out there or not. All you want is to get a hot shower and crawl into bed for the rest of the weekend.Â
You do just that, letting the burning hot water scald your skin until you canât feel any emotions except exhaustion. And then, you crawl into bed and let sleep overtake you without a second thought.Â
When you wake up, itâs clear that itâs late into the afternoon. The sun is high in the sky and shining painfully bright through the crack in your curtains. You groan and roll over, slapping the bed to find your phone.Â
You grab the device and unlock it, taking a moment to scroll through your notifications. Thereâs some angry messages from the guy from last night â cursing you out for setting him up to be jumped. It makes you roll your eyes before a particular notification catches your eye.
Itâs from your bank â alerting you of a deposit.Â
You sit up straight in your bed, brows furrowed before your eyes nearly bug out of your head when you see your bank statement. Itâs more than you needed and you know exactly who was responsible.Â
You jump out of bed, not even bothering to dress out of your pajamas before youâre shoving some slides onto your feet and storming out of your apartment.Â
Youâre so heated that you canât even remember the walk to Simonâs place, your mind racing a million miles a second. You storm up to the door and slam your fist on it, the hard wood making your hand sting from how hard you pound.Â
The radiating tingle of pain is quickly forgotten when the door swings open.Â
Simon stands there, looking down at you expectantly. He leans against the door with his arms crossed over his chest. He wears an army-issued t-shirt thatâs a bit too tight. The sleeves stretch taunt around his biceps and you can make out the swell of his pecs. Itâs not very often that you get to see his tattooed arms, littered with scars since he tends to wear long sleeves most of the time.Â
He doesnât look at all surprised to see you, clearly having expected you. The apathetic look in his eyes just solidifies that you were right all along.
âWhat the hell is your problem?!â you cry without so much as a greeting.
He sighs, broad shoulders rising and falling with it before he opens the door wide and motions you inside. You duck underneath his outstretched arm, turning to watch as he closes the door and locks it.Â
He wanders into the kitchen and you realize you can smell bacon. He doesnât seem at all surprised by your outburst nor does he seem interested in acknowledging your question.
âAre you hungry?â he asks, only solidifying how unperturbed he is by your display of anger.Â
âNo!â you snap, âI want to know why you did that, Simon!â
He sighs again, much louder but doesnât respond. You stand in the doorway to his kitchen, watching him plate his lunch â which is actually just breakfast food. He places the dish on the table and pauses, looking up at you.
âYou needed the money, I had it,â he offered with a shrug of his shoulders.
âI was handling it on my own,â you say, âI-It was my problem to solve.â
âBy sellinâ yourself to some prick?â he snarls, the anger he was masking coming out in a flurry.
âI wasnât selling myselfââ you refute but he slams his palms down on the table. His cutlery clatters with the action and you jump.
âI read that post you made,â he hisses, teeth bared, âThereâs no fuckinâ reason you should be selling your virginity for some cash when I was right here the whole time!â
Your cheeks burn when he brings up your virginity, crossing your arms over your chest protectively, âI-Itâs mine to sell if I want to! I needed that money!â
âAnd now you have it,â he says with finality.Â
He takes a seat and you stand there, fuming. Your jaw is clenched, teeth grinding together as your mind races to find a rebuttal. He begins to eat, taking large, fast bites that just shows how heâs been conditioned to eat quickly by the military.Â
âThatâs not the point, Simon,â you huff, growing less angry and more frustrated by this conversation. You were just going around in circles.Â
âThen what is the point?â he snaps, snatching his empty plate and angrily tossing it in the sink. He turns to you again, a frown evident on his face, âYou got the money you needed safely. Thatâs all that matters.â
âItâs too much money, Simon!â you cry, âI was selling something in exchange for it!â
âI care about you,â he says, âThat doesnât matter to me. Whatâs mine is yours, you know that.â
You silently glare at him, wishing that the heated stare would get through to him. He stands unbothered, staring blankly at you with his fists clenched by his sides.
You hang your head, sighing, âI-I canât take your money, Simon, alright? Iâm already in debt and Iâm not going to be in debt to you of all people.â
âYou feel like you owe me, is that it?â he asks.
You nod your head, heart rate spiking when he stalks towards you. Youâre close enough to smell his body wash and aftershave, a painfully familiar scent that you adore. He stares down his nose at you, brown eyes lidded and lazy.Â
He reaches out suddenly, rough hand gripping your cheeks, smushing them together until your lips pucker, âThen give me a kiss as payment.â
âH-Huh?â you whimper dumbly, eyes wide in shock as his face grows closer and closer.
âIt can be payment for a kiss, lovie,â he coos, syrupy sweet and soft, âWill that make up for it, then?â
The air in your lungs suddenly doesnât feel like enough. This is a man that youâve known almost your entire life so youâve obviously thought about him in a romantic sense at some point. Hell, when you were a teenager you even had a crush on him. But he never once looked at you any other way than as a friend so you quickly got over it â or maybe thatâs just what you told yourself. Because as you stand there, staring into his eyes, you realize that kissing him would feel like a dream come true.Â
You find yourself nodding despite the inner turmoil going on in your head. Simon huffs through his nose before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.Â
Thereâs a shock of electricity that goes through you at the contact. Your eyes flutter shut as you lean into the kiss, letting him take over. He works his lips expertly against yours, eventually abandoning his hold on your face in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. You gasp into the kiss when he suddenly yanks you closer, your body pressed close against his.Â
Heâs warm and sturdy against you, a solid form of muscle that makes you feel safe and content â just as he always has. His hands are big and rough as they grip your hips, kneading the soft flesh there as he gets lost in kissing you.Â
âS-Si,â you find yourself muttering without realizing.
He hums in response, chuckling when you continue to mindlessly kiss him. He pulls back, one hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat, thumbing at your jaw as your eyes slowly focus on him, âWhat is it, sweetheart? What do you need?â
âI-I donâtâŠâ you swallow thickly around the forming lump in your throat, âI donât know. I justâŠâ
âShow me,â he breathes, softer than youâve ever heard his voice.Â
The sweet, tender look in his big, brown eyes is what gives you the courage to grab his wrist, leading it just under the hem of your shirt so he can touch your bare stomach. You give him a shy glance from under your lashes, hoping heâll get the hint that you want more.Â
You want him.
Simon, in all his experienced wisdom, understands immediately what it is youâre aching for. His hand travels up further, pausing at your ribs, just under the swell of your breast. Your heart hammers in your chest when your gaze meets his. His eyes are lidded, long lashes obscuring his pupils but still burning into you.Â
He stares deep into your eyes, waiting for any sign of hesitation as his fingers creep higher and higher. You suck in a breath when he cups your breast in his palm, squeezing lightly to feel their weight.Â
A large, calloused thumb creeps up, passing ever so softly over your nipple until the bud peaks and hardens under the attention. You sigh at the feeling, new shocks washing over you that youâve never experienced before.Â
Sure, you played with yourself plenty â you had a healthy masturbation life, youâd say. But youâd always just been focused on reaching an orgasm, never on the build up. You imagine, however, it would never feel as good by yourself as it does with him.
He pinches your nipple between two fingers and you whine, lips parting as the sound escapes. Simon takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. Your hands grab his shoulders, desperately clinging to his shirt as you lose yourself in the sloppy kiss.Â
Drool drips down your chin â it's messy and hot between the two of you. His hand switches to your other breast to give it the same attention as the other. You tremble in his arms, overcome by the insatiable throbbing between your thighs.Â
You shift on your feet, the fabric of your panties stick uncomfortably to your core. Youâre so wet, wetter than youâve ever been in your life. By the time he pulls back, thereâs a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.Â
âYou want more?â he asks, voice gravelly as he speaks, as if heâs drunk. You nod your head and he clicks his tongue, âYou gotta tell me, sweetheart.â
âI-I want more, Si,â you whisper, feeling your cheeks burn as you admit it.Â
âLetâs go,â he hums, taking your hand in his as he leads you around the couch towards the hallway.
âWhere?â you ask dumbly, hoping that making some kind of conversation would ease the nerves steadily building in your chest.Â
âThe bedroom,â he responds, stroking his thumb over the top of your hand as if he can sense that youâre nervous, âWouldnât want to be stripped down in the middle of the living room, I imagine.â
âN-No,â you squeak, cheeks burning even hotter at those words.Â
Youâre going to be naked. In front of another person for the first time. In front of him. Simon.Â
âThere now, lovie,â he whispers as he shuts his bedroom door behind the both of you. He takes your waist in his hands, kneading the soft flesh there, âItâs alright.â
âI-Iâm justââ
âNervous,â he finishes for you, smiling softly when you nod, âI know. We can stop anytime youâd like.â
âI donât want to,â you rush out, hands coming up to press against his firm chest, âJustâŠd-donât be upset when I donât know what Iâm doing.â
The tender way he looks at you sets your heart pounding like a little rabbit. A ghost a smile appears on his lips, âI would never do somethinâ like that.â
âI-I know, I justâŠâ you look down at your feet only for him to catch your chin in his fingers, pulling you to look up at him.
You swallow thickly around the lump in your throat, holding your breath as he descends down. His lips find yours all over again, as exhilarating and mind-melting as the first time.Â
Just the sweet, deep kiss he gives you has your nerves dissipating a bit â back to normal levels. You no longer feel the desire to flee, you just feel an intense longing and anticipation. You crave more from him.
As if sensing this, his fingers find the hem of your shirt. He slowly starts to pull it up, agonizingly slow. But youâre grateful for it, it gives you time to prepare before youâre bared completely to him. You lift your arms for him, a sign that youâre still okay with this.Â
He pulls it up over your head and lets the fabric drop to the floor. But he doesnât look down, he continues looking in your eyes, softly pecking your lips as his hands cup your breasts once more.Â
When you sigh and lean into his touch, he finally lets himself break the eye contact. He sucks in a sharp breath when he sees how pretty your tits sit in his hands. He touches them softly, sweetly brushing over your nipples in admiration.Â
âPerfect tits, lovie,â he coos, chuckling when you whine in embarrassment.Â
His head descends, pink lips parting to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Itâs hot but his tongue is soft when it circles and flicks at the bud. He sucks, popping off lewdly before switching to the other one.Â
The sensation makes you squeeze your thighs together, imaging what that would feel like around your clit. Your hole clenches around nothing, drooling messily into your panties. The fabric was so wet by now that it couldnât soak it up anymore, leaving it to slick up your thighs instead.
Your core ached, a feeling only Simon would be able to soothe.Â
âPlease, Si,â you finally break, whimpering pathetically.Â
He detaches from your breast, lips wet and swollen from the worship he had been giving your now sore nipples. His pupils were blown wide, black swallowing brown and you were sure that yours looked the same.Â
He stands to his full height, nudging you backwards until your knees hit the bed. They buckled at that, leaving you to fall back against the bed. Simonâs bedding was soft, the scent of detergent and his own body wash filling your senses. You relax at the familiar, comforting scent, sinking into the blankets with a bashful smile on your face.
To Simon, youâre an ethereal beauty. You take the air right out of his lungs with the way you look at him.
He remembers the way you would look at him when you were children, all smiles and bright eyes. He never thought he was deserving of such happiness. But now, with you shyly covering your bare breasts, in his bed, he feels like heâs the only man deserving of you.Â
He scooches you up the bed, crawling on after you until heâs on top of you. Though youâre still wearing your pants, you feel so vulnerable beneath his weight. Heâs heavy and warm and he smells so good. You canât focus on anything except for him â heâs all around you and itâs exhilarating.Â
Feeling bold, you reach up and tug at his shirt. He pulls it off with ease, revealing his toned, scarred upper body. You canât help but trace over some of the ones youâre familiar with â thereâs one from a time he fell out of a tree trying to rescue a cat that you had been crying about. He fell out of the tree on the way down, a jagged branch stabbing into his upper arm and slicing it open. There was another one from when you were teenagers, some other kids jumped him and he took a stab to his shoulder trying to protect you. You kiss that one and he softens, as if heâs remembering it too.Â
Heâs always been there for you, an overwhelming presence that you simply couldnât live without. The fact youâre here, in this bed, about to give him your virginity is something that you never would have expected.Â
And to think, you were planning to sell it off to some random loser.Â
âIâm glad you stopped me,â you find yourself whispering.Â
He looks confused for a second before he hums, nodding in understanding, âI am too.â
âI-I want it to be you, Si,â you whisper, the confession leaving you embarrassed. Itâs true, all this time, you realize, heâs all youâve ever really wanted. You had just buried it deep down so you no longer felt those sparks towards him.
âIâll take care of you,â he whispers back, as if the two of you are sharing some secret little moment that no one else can hear about even though itâs just the two of you in this room.Â
âYou always do,â you respond, the words making his dark eyes light up.Â
He kisses you deeply, moving his lips slowly against yours. When your hands come up to grip the back of his neck, he takes that as his cue to move down to your neck, then your collarbones, down the center of your chest between your breasts, the spot between your breasts, and finally your navel.Â
You lay back, head in his pillows with your hands on either side of your head. You watch him, breathing labored as you wait for his next move. He pauses in his path, looking up through his lashes at you before his fingers find the hem of your sweats. You swallow thickly, holding your breath when he slowly begins to pull the fabric down. You lift your hips to help him, pulling your legs free while being careful not to kick him by accident.Â
He keeps his gaze on you until youâre settled back down into the bed and the pants are forgotten on the floor to be collected later. Then, he looks down.Â
Even though you still have your panties on, you know that the white cotton is soaked through and hides absolutely nothing from his view.Â
You watch as he licks his lips, as if his mouth is suddenly bone dry. His hands are burning hot when he touches you again, sliding over your thighs to your hips. He leans down, pressing his lips against each of your thighs.Â
His thumb reaches down, stretches over your pubic bone to touch the sticky fabric. You nearly jump at the sensation â someoneâs fingers other than your own touching you there for the first time. Simonâs fingers.
As if he canât help himself anymore, he tugs the waistband of your panties and yanks them down your thighs. You squeal when youâre jostled under the force.Â
He holds the material up and youâre mortified to see just how wet they are. He runs his thumbs over the crotch and you whine, drawing his attention from them. He drops them to the floor and returns his hands back to you, gripping underneath your knees, so he can spread you all the way open.Â
Your hands fly to your face, covering your eyes in embarrassment at how exposed you are. He doesnât seem to mind, pressing a kiss over the top of your hands before moving back down your body.Â
You peek through your fingers only to find him already staring at you with a sparkle in his eyes. He carefully spreads your slippery folds apart with his thumbs, the movement causing a wet, sticky sound to emanate from between your legs. The little bud of your clit is hard and twitching as itâs exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. When heâs sure youâre looking he leans down, pink tongue hanging out of his mouth. You stop breathing as you watch a fat glob of spit roll down the surface of the smooth muscle and splatter right on your clit.Â
âSi-!â your squeal of his name is cut off when your eyes roll back in his head as that sinful tongue slides right over your bud.Â
Your whole body twitches at that, hands falling away from your face so you can reach down and grab his hair. It doesnât even seem like he notices your grip, focused on slurping up that sensitive nub into his hot mouth.Â
You choke out a moan, tilting your head back into the pillows as your back arches. It feels just as good as you thought it would when he was giving the same, lewd treatment to your nipples.Â
He continues to suck and lick your clit until your mind is completely blank and all you can think is him. Then, all at once it stops and he pulls back, letting your bud slip from the heavenly clutch of his lips.
âYou ever have somethinâ inside you, lovie?â he asks, bringing up one of his fingers to swipe through the folds of your entrance, as if to show you what he intends.Â
You swallow to moisten your throat before nodding, âJ-Just my fingers.â
âHow many?â he asks, growing more confident in prodding at the tight little hole.Â
âT-Two,â you breathe, any embarrassment you felt long dissipated in the face of true pleasure.
âAlright, lovie,â he hums, âJust lay back, Iâll take good care of you, yeah?â
You nod and do as he says, turning utterly boneless against the blankets. The sweat already slicking your skin despite the fact youâve only just begun makes the fabric stick to you.Â
He prods at your entrance for only a second longer before finally, he pushes his thick middle digit inside you. Your cunt is so wet and pliant that it hungrily swallows it up to the very last knuckle. You clench around it intentionally, getting used to the feeling of the foreign finger inside of you for the first time.Â
It feels so different compared to your own, thicker and rougher. The sensation is so strange but you canât say you donât like it â in fact, it feels amazing. You already want another, feeling like one just isnât enough to give you that unknown feeling youâre chasing. Itâs like you have an itch that needs to be scratched and only Simon can do it for you.Â
As if sensing this, ever the reliable one, he carefully introduces a second finger. The stretch is unfamiliar, a burn around your entrance following as he reaches the last knuckle on that one too. His middle and ring finger stuffed snuggly inside your gooey little cunt as you whine and squirm from the feeling.Â
Once youâve adjusted, he slowly begins working them in and out of you. You slick up his fingers easily, streaks of creamy white coating his skin and making his mouth water. When he crooks his fingers up suddenly, prodding at that tender little spot inside of you, your entire body twitches and the most beautiful moan rips from your chest.Â
He canât resist leaning down and trapping your pulsing little clit under the flat of his tongue. He doesnât slurp it into his mouth like before, instead, he just licks over it, pressing it down with the muscle. Your eyes are rolled up and your mouth hangs open as you moan and moan, tugging mindlessly at his hair as he works you towards your orgasm.Â
It grows and grows, the unrelenting pleasure of his fingers fucking deeply into you and his tongue lapping sloppily at your clit like a mutt driving that knot in your belly to tighten. Drool spills out around his tongue, slipping down to meet his fingers where he easily fucks it into you â the added lubrication not needed but so very welcome with how much wetter and messier it makes you.Â
âS-SimonâŠâ you pant, gasping to catch your breath as the pleasure makes it hard for you to even think.Â
He glances up at you through his lashes but doesnât offer any other acknowledgement. Thereâs a knowing look in his eyes that tells you he knows exactly what heâs doing. Heâs going to wring this orgasm out of your little cunt whether you like it or not.Â
And fuck, do you love it.Â
The orgasms you brought yourself in the deep of the night, little hands stuffed down your panties as you played with your clit and stuffed yourself with your own fingers was nothing like what you were experiencing now. Simonâs thick fingers and hot tongue were torturing your little clit until your entire body started to lock up.
You looked at him desperately, unsure what was even going through your mind besides him and how fucking good you felt right now.Â
Just as you teetered on the edge of this orgasm, he suddenly changed up and swallowed your twitchy little clit into his mouth. He sucked, sending you flying over the edge with a shrill wail of his name. Your legs kicked and twitched, heels hitting him on the back as you trembled and shook through the orgasm that he eagerly fucked out of you onto his fingers.Â
He suckled your clit, swirling his tongue around it until it was too sensitive and you were tearily pushing him away. When he finally released you, slipping his fingers from your cunt, you were boneless and twitching on the bed. You didnât even try to close your legs when he pulled away, giving him the perfect view to watch your cute little pussy clench and messily drool cum in the aftermath of your orgasm.Â
He popped his fingers in his mouth, eyes rolling and lashes fluttering at the taste of your cum tingling on his taste buds. As you came down, eyes closed and breathing heavy, he began pulling at his belt.Â
You could hear the metal clinking as he dropped it to the floor, peeking your heavy lids open to see him pull the button of his jeans open. As he slowly pulled them down, his underwear went with and suddenly you were more aware than ever.Â
His cock was something to behold. Thick and veiny, bobbing in the air where it hung â too heavy to actually stand upright. Youâd seen dicks in porn before but none of them prepared you for Simonâs. Precum dribbled from the tip, creating a long, gooey string down towards the floor before it broke.Â
He wrapped a big hand around himself, giving a few good strokes as he reached down to cup his own heavy balls. The hair wasnât wild or offensive, but neatly trimmed short.Â
âAll good, lovie?â he asked, stepping out of the pool of his jeans and boxers so he could kneel on the bed again.
âAll god-good!â you blushed as he laughed, leaning down over you to balance his weight on his elbows.
âYou still want this?â he asks, hushed and sweet,Â
You glance between your bodies to see that intimidating cock, drooling messily over your skin. You realize, quickly, that youâve never wanted anything more in your life.
When you voice such, he looks relieved, like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders. He sits back on his heels and spreads your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest.
âHold them there,â he orders, which you follow immediately.Â
Your elbows circle around your knees, holding yourself open for him as he asked. He whistles low in appreciation when your cum-slicked cunt was spread and exposed for him to prod his cockhead against.Â
He swipes the tip up and down through your folds, humming appreciatively when your little hole tries to suck him in every time he grazes past it. He nudges your clit, the little bud still hard and sensitive from your orgasm but so eager for more. He couldnât wait to grant your wish and make you cream on his cock.Â
You watch him with wide eyes as he starts to push into you. Your jaw drops as you feel that burning stretch, an ache settling between your legs as he continues to sink himself into you.Â
âF-Fuck, wait, Simon!â you squeal and he halts immediately.Â
Heâs only reached just past the head of his cock but he reaches down to pet your clit. The pleasure shoots through you, making your toes curl and your walls relax around him. He keeps his eyes on your face for any sign that you want him to stop as he moves his hips again.Â
More and more of his cock sinks inside and his thumb keeps working little circles over your clit until his hips are flush with yours. Your voice breaks as you moan when you realize youâve taken every single inch of him.Â
Heâs heavy and throbbing inside of you and you clench around him intentionally, forcing a moan from his chest.Â
He leans down, arranging your knees over his shoulders, folding you up and pressing down on you. Heâs heavy and it makes it hard to breathe but that makes it even better â the pleasure of being speared on that fat cock and being utterly helpless underneath this man is better than any fantasy you could have made for yourself.Â
âFuck,â he snarls, rolling his hips back before rocking them forward again, heavy balls slapping against you as he does, âCanât believe you were gonna give this little cunt away to some prick.â
âS-Si,â you whimper, biting your lip at the feeling of him slowly and carefully rocking his hips against yours, ââM sorry, sh-shoulda been you all this time.â
âThatâs fuckinâ right,â he hums, âNo one else gets to love you but me, sweetheart.â
âO-Only you!â you agree, nails digging into his shoulders when he hits that spot just right.Â
He can feel you soaking his cock, drippy cum lathering him up to make every glide of his cock wetter than the last. He sits back up on his knees, adjusting his grip so he can pin your legs wide open, giving him the best view of your greedy cunt swallowing his length up.Â
He begins to fuck you in earnest, pulling out halfway before sliding home again - nothing like the little movements he gave you to prepare you. He was going to show you exactly why you should only think of giving him this precious pussy for the rest of your life. No one will ever be able to fuck you as good as he can, heâs going to learn your body like the back of your hand and youâre never going to be able to cum as hard as you can with him. Youâll never even want to use your own fingers again when heâs done with you.Â
You canât do anything but lay there and take it, take the pleasure and take his cock. He hits so deep, prodding at your cervix in a way that aches but it only feels that much better when itâs mixed with mind-numbing pleasure.Â
Simon looms above you, panting and groaning as he fucks you like he was made to. He angles his hips just right, blunt nails biting into your thighs where he pins you open, neither of you caring if he happens to break skin while he does. You donât even register the bite of pain underneath the way his cock prods you g-spot so perfectly.Â
Your own fingers would have been tired by now, no longer able to work that little spot like you need. Simonâs cock, however, is unrelenting. The pleasure builds and mounts uninterrupted, every stroke of his length sending you higher. His body moves fluidly, rolling his hips tirelessly so he can give you every ounce of pleasure your sweet little cunt needs.Â
Youâre creaming around him, a frothy, milky ring forming around the base every time he sinks in and becoming visible when he pulls back. Itâs filthy and messy and makes your cheeks burn but Simon seems to not mind in the slightest.
âSo fuckinâ messy, love,â he coos, breathy and slurred, âLook at that, pretty cunt needed some cock, huh?â
âY-Yours!â you manage to choke out.
âWhatâs that?â he asks, a crooked, teasing grin on his face.Â
âY-Your cock! Only needed your cock, Simon,â you pant, reaching up to grope your own tits, pinching and rolling your nipples meanly. It hurts so good, making you clench around his cock. He moans at the sight, his pretty little virgin tormenting your own nipples.
âThatâs right,â he hums, reaching a shaky hand down to thumb at your clit, âKeep pinchinâ those pretty tits, sweetheart. Donât stop.â
You nod your head, unable to form a vocal response from the new sensation of your clit being played with while he fucks you. It feels so damn good that you could go drunk from it all. Everything in your brain is slow, thoughts of only him and how good you feel are all thatâs there. Your entire world, right at this moment, revolves around Simon Riley.Â
He knows it too, a cocky grin on his face as he works you to your orgasm. You dangle, almost helplessly, staring unblinkingly at his handsome face as he works it out of you.Â
After what feels like minutes, but is probably only seconds, you cum. Hard.
Your head slams back against the pillows, back arching as you cunt clasps tight around him. You cry out in pure, unadulterated pleasure as he fucks you through it. His thumb keeps working your clit as it twitches and pulses under the digit, cumming nice and pretty for him just like he wanted. Just like you deserved.Â
You cream his cock messily, it drips down his balls and down your ass to the bedding below. So fucking sloppy and wet, a perfect little cunt made to take his cock.Â
His brows furrow, mouth falling open as his own orgasm mounts and builds. Now that your well-earned orgasm is out of the way, he can finally let go and allow himself to experience it as well.
âWhere do you want it?â he grits out, teeth clenched from the ache of holding back.
His balls draw up, heavy and full. He feels ready to positively explode when you gasp, âI-Inside!â
His head falls back, the loudest, most drawn out moan youâd never expected to come from a stoic man like Simon falling from his lips. Itâs deep and primal, full of nothing but euphoria as he spills into you. His load is hot and thick, drooling out of the sides of his cock as he slows his thrusts to milk the least bits of pleasure from the orgasm.Â
When he comes down, he collapses. Your legs lock around his waist and he draws you tightly into his arms, neither of you caring for the way his weight crushes you. All you care about is being wrapped up in his arms where you belong.Â
He pulls his neck from your chest and kisses your forehead. Then he kisses your nose. Then your lips.Â
âPretty,â he breathes, still drunk on the endorphins of the sex so his lips are a little looser than theyâd normally be, âAlways thought you were pretty.â
âReally?â you prompt, cheeks heating at his confession.Â
He hums, âGlad youâre finally mine.â
You beam, âNo one deserved me as much as you.â
He nods as if itâs the most obvious statement in the world, rolling off of you with a sigh. His cock unplugs your cunt and a gush of your mixed cum comes out, making you whine. He laughs softly, drawing you back into your arms.Â
Youâve never felt safer and warmer in your life, knowing in that moment that you should have come to Simon all along. Thereâs no one in the world who would be there for you, more willing and able than he.Â
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when people say "ok but x bug has no benefit to nature" I bet they can't even name 5 facts about the bug they're shitting on. so how could they Possibly know what its function is in the environment and if it's "useless" or not
wasps being the perfect example, I still get people saying "oh bees are cute and pollinate :) yay. but WASPS ARE EVIL and they don't contribute ANYTHING!!!" and it's like buddy. wasps pollinate too. they also control spider populations. they do a lot of great valuable things. but even if they didn't, they're still worthy of being here. I see SO much hatred toward wasps and I wish people would try to learn a little more about them.
I'm mainly talking about paper wasps here because these are common ones we run into in daily life and most commonly deemed "aggressive". but wasps have body language. and if you learn to read this language and learn how to properly act around them, things will go a lot better for you! wasps can be curious creatures and they may come up to observe you, especially if you're wearing something brightly colored. this can be startling for sure, but my best advice is to just be still, DO NOT SWAT or wave your arms. try to just back away or sidestep so it loses interest and leaves. swatting is just gonna make them feel as if they are being attacked and increase your chances of being stung.
many stings happen due to unfortunate but accidental circumstances. unknowingly getting too close to a nest, stepping on a wasp on accident, one getting stuck in clothing, etc. I got stung once while gardening, went to pull a weed and the wasp was on it, so I grabbed her without knowing and she stung me because she was scared. this doesn't mean "oh wasps are AGGRESSIVE and EVIL" it means you stumbled into an unfortunate situation where the wasps felt threatened and defensive. instead of being like "FUCK all wasps" go forward trying to learn about common nesting areas, be wary of holes in the ground, wear gloves while gardening, and if you do have to be around a nest, try not to make a lot of noise. if the nest absolutely needs removed, call a professional.
#michaelpost#bugs#insects#wasps#another bug rant post but this time i dont think people are ready to hear it#I see MORE hate lately toward wasps than I see toward spiders#and its very annoying bc wasps are an extremely diverse group of insects and have many functions and benefits#it sucks badly to see bees get adored but wasps get shit talked
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I can't stop thinking about Ghost being such a gentleman when your boyfriend is an ass....
warning: domestic abuse, adult language
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You were mortified that it happened at work this time...
Your boyfriend was a brute of a man, made worse over the months by drinking alone at night while you bartended to help pay down your student debts from several years ago. He got a little rough with you, but only when he was plastered. And you forgave him, because he was decent the rest of the time.
But suddenly you had to start coming to the pub to pull pints with a little extra makeup on your face. The random patrons out for a casual drink wouldn't have noticed, but your regular boys did. You only knew them by Ghost and Soap. They were military and mean looking, but they laughed together like teenage schoolmates. It was always a good night when they sat at the bar, but you could often feel their eyes on you.
"Y' alright, love?" Ghost asked the first night you wore extra eye makeup and a bright red lipstick.
"Yes," you told him, not meeting his eyes. Your face hurt. Your boyfriend had slapped you two days ago. Your skin was puffy and bruised, and you were embarrassed and afraid to move out, so you stayed. "You boys need another round?"
They left you a sizable tip. They always did.
The next time you saw them, your lip was split open, and you were desperate for a way out of the mess your life had turned into. Trying to hide your face while you mixed drinks was a chore, and as soon as Ghost and Soap arrived, you knew it was useless.
When Soap disappeared toward the washrooms, Ghost leaned across the bar, his hulking shoulders taking up more than their fair of space, making you smile slightly. His voice was deep and soft, but his words made you shiver and freeze with your hand on a pint glass. "Y' know, a pretty little thing like you belongs on a pedestal. A man should touch you with reverence."
You stared at him silently as his eyes tracked the mark on your lip. When Soap returned, you didn't charge them a cent for their drink, but they tipped you well anyway.
When a confrontation happened at the bar, tears stung your eyes, and you wanted to hide. Your boyfriend was drunk and angry, and tonight he beckoned you from behind the bar to a dark corner near the hallway where he could have some privacy while he berated you and roughed you up.
"Please," you begged, running your hands nervously on your shirt. "Just go home. I'll be off work in an hour."
"How many of them have you fucked?"
"What?" you gasped, thinking he'd finally lost it. "What are you talking about? I need to get back to work."
He pushed you up against the wall with his other hand on your jaw. "How many of the men here tonight have you fucked?" His thumb brushed the spot on your lip that was nearly healed, and you flinched. "You have the guiltiest expression. So, tell me how much of a slut you've been. As your boyfriend, I need to keep you in line."
Then he was being hauled away from you as your legs shook. With wide eyes, you watched Ghost's massive bicep wrap around his neck like it was nothing. "Y' alright, love?" he asked you softly, and you nodded without saying a word. Then his face darkened, and his voice was an angry snarl as he told your boyfriend, "Ya' been relieved of your duties."
"The fuck?" he responded from his headlock, gasping for air.
Ghost sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fuckin' prick don't even know military protocol." Then he raised his voice a little louder. "I said, ya' been relieved of your duties. I'll take over from here."
Somehow, you found your voice. "Take over?"
Ghost's face softened again when he looked at you there against the narrow hallway wall. "With the boyfriend duties," he told you while Soap dragged your ex-boyfriend toward the exit. "Sound good, love?"
He was holding out his big paw of a hand, palm facing up, and you knew he'd be incapable of using it to hurt you. The softness in his gaze right now and every time he looked at you was proof enough of that. You didn't respond, but you smiled as you slid your hand into his grasp.
"That'll do for now," he grunted.
That was the night you came to know him as Simon.
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like. cards on the table: at first, i thought, hey, maybe the framing and recounting of the predstrogen situation is (understandably) biased because this seems really fucking weird, even for tumblr.
but, for real, it does just look like a series of repeated mass-reports drew staff attention to her and inevitably got her accounts flattened for entirely normal edge-case posting.
like, repeatedly, mass-reports happened, she'd appeal and get it reversed, and then it'd happen again, until finally it stuck. oh boy, did it stick! permanent lifetime ban.
the "death threats" that got her banned were cartoon-violence grumblings (responding to getting stung by bad-faith mass reporting) and the "harassment" seems to have just been pointing out specific user accounts that were needling her or outright harassing her. neither are against rules unless you're taking a bizarrely bad-faith reading of things.
and of course, all of this was her direct response to repeatedly being falsely reported and having to wade through the drawn-out, unresponsive appeals process while far worse content and accounts remained untouched, despite being reported.
also there was the whole "incredibly obvious and malicious rape/pedo-jacketing mass-anon disinfo campaign" run against her.
deeply uncomfortable that the CEO of tumblr took to posting about the mean anon threats he was getting about the situation, but didn't say a peep about the *genuinely malicious* threats and harassment predstrogen was getting. like. that's not worth a quick callout, lil buddy? you can't see why people are pissed?
anyhow. car hammers, or whatever.
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Motion Sickness
jason todd x fem!reader
aka jason makes you cry after a fight
warnings: angst with comfort
âJasonââ
He waves you off immediately, âNo, Iâm not your problem, okay?â
Your arms drop, âYouâre not a problem at all, thatâs not what Iâm sayingââ
âThen what are you saying?â he challenges.Â
You almost bite your tongue but then decide against it, âIâm saying youâre being an asshole right now just because I tried to help.â
Heâs angry and youâre someplace in between desperate and tired, but you push on, hoping youâll be able to solve this without an extended argument. To little avail though, apparently.Â
A tense exhale from him, âI donât need your help, I donât know how I can make it any clearer.â
âItâs not about needing itââ
âNo, itâs about wanting it. I donât want your fucking help,â he snaps. âIâm grown, I can handle my problems myself.â
You drop your hands to your sides, âThen what am I doing here, Jason?â
âI donât know!â You can literally see the regret sweep over his face but he lets the moment consume him and the words linger anyways.Â
You know he doesnât always think before he talks, especially when heâs mad. Youâve seen it plenty when heâs fighting with his family. This is the first time itâs shown up with you though, and while you know itâs not coming from a place of genuinityâit still really fucking stung.Â
Far from being in your control, tears slip out, more at his tone than his words, and you remove your gaze in favor of the linoleum tiles. He says nothing as you start to cry, which only makes the heat of the moment worsen.Â
âOkay,â You take a deep breath, pursing your lips. âYou need to go away.â
Thereâs a long, hard moment of silence, but ultimately he doesnât fight you on it, only exhales harshly and slams the door on his way out.
The resulting reverberation of the apartment has your shoulders shaking, tears falling onto your shirt. Â
You and Jason donât fight often but when you do itâs usually about insecurities and fears coming forward. Heâd been having a bad night to start with and all you wanted to do was make him feel better but he wasnât willing to talk to you or let you do anything for him. He gets selfishly selfless like that, but you know why.
You know him, in and out. You couldâve anticipated thisâyou shouldâve. You shouldâve approached the topic more sensitively. And itâs not his fault, his life has taught him that itâs safer to believe that other people donât have his best interest. You know that.Â
Yeah, you know him in and out, but he knows you in and out, too. He knows youâve shown him nothing but kindness and generosity since the day you met and youâve reinforced a thousand times how safe you are for him. But if he still canât trust you to care about him, then what are you doing here?
You let yourself fall back onto the arm of the couch, huffing in defeat.Â
Itâs nearing two in the morning when Dick awakens, the bandages across his abdomen digging into his skin uncomfortably. He sits up, bedsheet pooling around his waist. The ache of the bruising pushes him towards his old bedroom door before heâs even fully coherent, narrowly missing shouldering the door frame as he passes through.
Heâs still half asleep as he thumps down the staircase, cold hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweatshirt. Heâs so out of it in his blind search for painkillers, that he nearly misses the large shadowed figure huddled up on the couch.
Dick stills, blinking warily.
âWhatâre you doing here?â
His younger brother says nothing, only continues to stew in the shadows, staring at the rug.
As his eyes adjust, Dick takes in his appearance: messy hair, tired eyes, only clad in a t-shirt and sweatpants.
He rubs his eyes, approaching with measured steps, âWhat happened?â
Jason remains silent for a long minute before grunting out, âGot in a fight.â
Dick nods slowly, shuffling forward a little more to sit on the far end of the couch.Â
âWhatâd you do?â
Jason doesnât have it in him to comment on how his brother immediately knew he was the issue. It just makes the entire thing hurt even worse. Instead, he tells the truth.Â
âBe myself.â
Dick says nothing,Â
When the silence persists, Jason elaborates, even though itâs the last thing he wants to admit to.
âI made her cry,â he says, voice below even a whisper. He hates it and he hates himself for leaving you when he knew heâd hurt you.
Dick nods, not saying anything. Heâs definitely been there before, though heâs not nearly as volatile as Jason can be, so he can imagine how this likely played out. In any case, Jason has never responded well to being pushed to talk about his feelings so Dick lets him get there in his own time.
Heâs half expecting to end up with no results at all, but Jason pipes up after a minute, voice broken.
âI donât know what she wants me to do,â he rasps.
Dick takes a deep breath, adjusting his posture. âWhen girls are mad you give them space but when theyâre sad you definitely donât. Is she sad or mad?â
Jason exhales desperately.
âBoth, I think.â
Dick nods, understanding.
âThen go home.â
Jason shakes his head, defeated. âShe told me to leave. She doesnât want to talk to me.â
âWhat did you say?â
He huffs, not wanting to bring the memory back up. âI basically told her to fuck off.â
âYeah,â Dick drawls. âI wouldnât let that simmer.â
Jasonâs head snaps over to him. âSheâll break up with me?â
âNo, I donâtââ Dick pauses, thinking over his words. âItâll be fine. Just go home.â
Despite taking the long route on the way to the manor, Jason sped back home on his bike, now unwilling to leave you alone for another second longer than he had to.Â
He creeps through the front door of your apartment, proud and only a little hurt that youâd remembered to lock it.Â
The apartmentâs mostly quiet, nothing but a lamp lighting up the front half. He can hear the shower running from where he stands, the waterfall noise awfully muffled from behind the closed bathroom door.
He bolts the door behind him, pushing forward towards the hallway. He approaches the bathroom door, noticing how thereâs no light flooding out from underneath.
âBaby?â Jason calls it out quietly, like heâs scared to commit to alerting you of his presence.
He hears no response, but he knows you heard him. He knows you heard him in the same way that he knows youâre sitting on the shower floor, curled in on yourself under the sensory relief that the pouring water brings. He doesnât know how, he just does.
So he leans against the door, listening closely, and calls out again, âCan I come in?â
Thereâs a solid ten seconds of silence before you respond, just barely audible over the cascade of water.
âNot right now.â
Your volume has him wincing, saddened and embarrassed that heâs the one that made you feel like this.
He reluctantly walks back to the bedroom with heavy shoulders, thudding his weight down on the mattress. He sits half folded over himself for the next ten minutes, thinking only of you, sitting alone in the shower with your thoughts.
He perks up considerably when he hears the water shut off, and after several long minutes, you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your middle.
He stands up when you enter the bedroom, hands stiff and awkward at his sides. You barely look at him, having trouble willing yourself to do more than glance.Â
Your eyes fall downward, your lips pursing. You instinctually move to clutching the towel tighter around you, more than anything because you donât know what to do with your hands.Â
It makes his heart break to see you so out of comfort around himâbecause of himâso he gives you the benefit of privacy, turning around so you can get dressed. It kills him to do it, makes him feel like heâs just some stranger in your life rather than him. But he supposes that he deserves to feel like that right now.Â
Whether or not you wanted him to turn around goes unsaid, he can only hear the quiet shuffling of you putting clothes on.
He waits until the movement stops, after he hears the squeak of the bed springs and the faint sound of the sheets being pulled up.
He turns around again with a silent sigh, taking in the sight of you laying in bed, back turned to him. Â
He approaches slowly, stopping just before his knees hit the mattress. He notices quickly that the t-shirt youâd chosen was one of your own. He frowns. Â
âSweetheart. Can I touch you?â His voice is soft and low, like heâs trying to coax you back out to him.
It takes a long few moments, but you nod.
He sits down on the bed, still hesitant to go through with it.
âWill you turn over?â
An even longer pause and youâre flipping over to face him. You donât make eye contact, only look blankly past him. Your blinks are heavy, and even in the dark, he can see that your eyes are still bloodshot.Â
He brushes your hair back, his fingers feather-light against you, like heâs scared to touch you too harshly. Like heâs touching porcelain.
He lets you hold the silence for a while, reasoning with himself that youâll talk when youâre ready.
You let it go on longer than heâd hoped, past the point of him knowing what to do with it. Heâd hoped youâd yell at him. He can take that, he knows he can. He can see plainly that youâre thinking deeply and wants more than anything for you to say it, scream it if you have to.Â
He knows he deserves it and he frankly would take anything over the silence. But then again, he doesnât deserve the reprieve, does he? No, but heâs not strong enough to deny himself the chance to hear your voice.
âSay it,â he urges. âPlease.â
Your fingers tap against the bed sheets for a moment before you sit up, almost defeated.Â
You face him, taking a breath and relenting. âI donât like that you said that to me.â
He nods, brow deep. âMe neither.â
Your shoulders sag at that, and you feel stuck in the moment. You feel guilty too but you donât know if you should. He didnât mean it, you know that, and they werenât his words, really. But the snap of his voice when heâd said it and the look on his faceâit made you feel terrible. It still does.
You look awkwardly to the left, feeling heavily spectated by him and so hyper-conscious of all of your movements. The downturn of your lips gives way to burning in your eyes and before you can do anything about it, tears are spilling out.Â
Jason sees it immediately, his head lulling helplessly.Â
âOh, baby. Please donât cry, please.â
But that only makes it worse, the tears falling faster and heavier at his soft tone.
He forgoes asking permission and pulls you directly into his chest, a firm hand on the back of your head. Itâs what you needed though, to be close to him right now.
âIâm sorry. Iâm really fucking sorry, babyââ he murmurs against your hair, pressing a rough kiss as he holds you tighter.
You shake your head, sniffling. âItâs okay, Jay.â
âNo, itâs not.â
That sentiment lingers for several minutes, as he holds you cheek to chest and rubs soothing patterns into your hair.
Itâs not long before youâre able to fully relax against him, his touch feeling nothing short of therapeutic. Your breathing eventually levels out back to baseline and your thoughts start to find peace amongst themselves.
When youâre ready, you sit back from him, letting him see your face again.                   Â
He visibly winces as he scans over the tears on your cheeks, how theyâre starting to stain.
Youâre still upset, a little, but not nearly as much as youâre sure your face is conveying.Â
âItâs okay,â you tell him, wiping your eyes with your sleeve.
He shakes his head, âIf I ever say something like that to you again, hit me. Iâm serious.â
You drop your hand onto your lap, tilting your head at him with a serious look. âIâm not going to hit youââ
âThen break up with me. Donât ever let somebody talk to you like that, especially not me.â
His voice is hard and you can tell the impact of his words have every bit of weight intended.
Your mouth closes and you waver unsure of where to go with that. Your gaze falls down to where your hands lie discarded on your lap and thereâs a palpable shift to the air in the room.
âHey.â He pushes your chin up to make you look at him, âListen to me. Youâre the love of my life. You hear me? Iâm supposed to take care of you, make you happy. I donâtâŠI canât talk to you like that. Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry.â
Your eyes flicker back and forth across each others and you can see the genuine sincerity etched plainly across his face.
He processes the comprehension across your own before his jaw tenses for a moment and he adds, âNobodyâs gonna talk to you like that, much less me. Yes?âÂ
You start to nod slowly and he mirrors you until heâs convinced of your belief in the statement.Â
He rubs calm circles into your thighs as you both sit with the conversation, the light sounds of each others breaths the only sound heard. This silence isnât the same as it was before though, itâs safer, more comfortable. Itâs familiar, if not weighted. Â
âI love you,â you tell him quietly.
His eyebrows furrow like his heart was just shattered.Â
âI love you too, baby. So much.â
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"kuna!â question." you simply state, looking over at your boyfriend who is barely awake.
"what is it?"
"why do you have so many tattoos?" you hum out, only for him to turn his body towards you, eyes half-lidded due to sleepinessâ "cause i like tattoos." he responds.
"but like, what do they mean?"
you point at the tattoos on his wrist, "they look meaningless." you huff out, which only gets you a soft laugh from your lover.
"well," he starts, lifting his arm upâ two fingers pressing on the tattoos along his wrist, "these mean how far i can shove my fist up your ass."
you stifle a laugh as he continues.
he yawns, two fingers running up his arm to his bicepâ "see how it goes higher n' higher? i wanted to keep track of how far it went up somebody's ass." he chuckles. he now presses two fingers on his shoulder, "i got stung by a bee n' wanted to remember it forever. same on the other side." he grins.
you begin to laugh with him before asking , "what about your face?" â
"oh. you don't even wanna know."
"i do!"
"ya sure?"
you respond with a simple nod to which he then presses two fingers along the tattoos on his face, dragging over themâ "well, on my forehead, somebody poked me in the head. decided to keep memory of it. then these lines? got scratched by a catâ sad story really."
he's clearly lying but, you don't care about the actual meaning of them anymore.
you place your hands flat on his chest, "these?"
he tsks, "bear attack."
you let out a laugh again as he pulls you into his chest, "go to sleep now." he mumbles into your hair.
you mumble back a quick 'okay.'
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It's three in the morning and the sound of your phone vibrating against the bed wakes you from your peaceful slumber. You lazily reach for the blinding light next to you, instantly knowing who's on the other end when you see the blue diamond emoji.
"Hello..."
You were very much asleep, the raspiness in your voice making it that much more evident.
"Hey, sorry to wake you. Are you okay to talk for a bit?"
Satoru sounds like he's wide awake.
"Don't worry about it. What's up?"
You roll onto your side, your phone between your ear and your pillow. If you close your eyes for more than three seconds, you'll fall asleep again.
There's a slight pause between your response and his. Maybe the signal is bad or he didn't hear you.
"Is everything alright, Satoru?"
"I can't sleep."
He responds quickly this time. His tone didn't change. He didn't sound like he was in distress or too worried about the fact.
"Oh. Uh... have you tried drinking some chamomile tea? I personally don't like it, but when I need to rest, I suck it up and force myself to drink a cup."
He chuckles on the line. You always do what is best for you, even if it's not something you particularly enjoy.
"I think i'm just missing you a lot. Can I come over?"
It was strange to think he hadn't tried a tea remedy for his inability to sleep, but who were you to tell him that? Sleep deprivation does things to people.
"Right now? It's a little late, don't you think?"
You blink slowly, trying to adjust your blurry vision in the dark.
"I promise I won't fall asleep behind the wheel. I really want to see you. Please say yes."
You shut your eyes tightly and open them, your vision clearing up a little. When have you ever said 'no' to him? He always manages to change your mind when you do.
You sigh.
"Okay. You have the spare key to my apartment. I'm going back to sleep."
"I'll be there in like fifteen minutes. Love you, bye!"
You can hear the joy in his tone. He was genuinely so uncomfortable being alone with himself, that he had to wake you up so late at night to invade your space.
â
You knocked out again, once you hung up the phone. You were in such deep sleep that you didn't even notice when Satoru got to your apartment, or when he entered your room.
You did feel the bed weigh down when he laid down next to you, and your nose couldn't ignore his sweet, sweet scent.
"Baby," he whispered. "I'm here."
"Okay, now go to sleep," you mumble, your eyes still closed.
"Come here." He effortlessly turns you over and pulls you close, lifting your leg over his hip. His hand went up to your face, caressing your delicate, peaceful features before scattering kisses all over it, making sure to elongate the duration of the ones he leaves on your lips.
"Baby," he coos. "Come on, kiss me back."
He's like a dogâconstantly begging for your attention. The thought makes you crack a smile, one Satoru does not miss.
"I know you're awake." He smiles, putting your leg back in place, before rolling over until he's on top you.
"Fucking hell, 'toru," you break, cracking up at how he had no remorse after crushing your body.
"There's my pretty baby. I'm so glad you're awake now."
"It's your fault," you grumble.
"If wanting to love you is a crime, then throw me in the slammer and toss the key." His nose dove into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. "You're just so pretty, and you're all mine."
His affection was starting to evolve into more than lovey dovey kisses. His lips stung every time they met your delicate neck. His hands were roaming beneath your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He loved the way your breathing quickened. It had him chasing more of the reactions associated with the hummed melodies.
"You are mine, right?" He knows the answer, but hearing you say it from time to time always makes him happy. His icy blue eyes can read your response before you even form it. He loves flustering you with eye contact tied with touches that burned with desire. To top it all off, he loves teasing you to see the way you scramble your response. "It's okay if you're not." He smirks, catching the way your eyes widened the slightest bit. "That's subject to change, isn't it?" He eggs on.
"I'm yours, Satoru. I belong to you," you say, making it crystal clear to him. "All yours." With this, he wouldn't doubt it again until the next time he wasn't with you.
"Yeah? You know, I would've done anything to hear those words from you." He leans down to kiss you, a spike of arousal hitting him when you bit his lip and sucked on it.
"Oh... you can't do that. I will put a baby in you." He has never said anything so seriously.
"I dare you to put a baby in me," you say, teasingly. You know he won't do it. He's not ready to share you yet.
"Keep acting like that and I will."
His lips ghost the column of your neck, trailing down your chest and lower to your abdomen. Your oversized gown of a t-shirt was the only thing standing between your body and his eyes. He pulled it up and off with a little help from you, tossing it aside after.
You were a little nervous about what was running through Satoru's head. He was devouring you with just his eyes and already you felt so flustered.
"God, don't ogle me like that, 'toru." You put your hands over your breastsâa makeshift bra to cover what he was staring at.
"Let me see you, baby," he pries, gently. He puts his hands on yours, not pulling them away as to not make you do anything you don't want to do. You end up moving your hands on your own, but turn away, unable to hold his gaze when he's watching you that way.
He cups your breasts, his thumbs swiping over your nipples, instantly making them pebble. He could feel the way you tried to press your thighs together, your relief disturbed by his body wedged between your legs. You tried your hardest to remain composed, but his fingers wouldn't let up. His eyes were glued to your face, watching intently until you let out a shaky breath.
"Mhm..." he hummed, grinning at your bashful attempt to stay quiet. "I know this is driving you crazy."
"Shut... up."
"If it isn't, why can I feel you rubbing up against my stomach."
You stop and your cunt throbs at the suddenness of it.
"Just let it out and we can move on. Let me hear that pretty little ah-"
"Fuck," you whimper, interrupting his instructive moan. Your back arches slightly off the mattress, your hands flying to grip his wrists, tightly.
"Good girl," he praises, his fingers letting off your tortured peaks. Little butterfly kisses are placed between your breasts, trailing down to your stomach, where he spends so much time eliciting giggles from you.
His fingers hook around the elastic band of your shorts and panties, pulling them both down in one swoop.
"I didn't know kissing turned you on so much," he says, eyeing the glossy remnants left in your underwear.
"'toru..." you whine, feeling somewhat embarrassed about the amount of arousal you feel at the simplest touches from him.
"What? I'm not complaining one bit. It's cute."
He slides two fingers between your folds, easily collecting your sweetness. You jolt at the sudden contact, looking at him with doe eyes.
"Oh, baby. I don't deprive you of my touch that much, do I?"
You shake your head as he continues to collect your nectar, his fingers dipping in slightly to fully coat his fingertips.
"My sensitive princess." He smiles, softly. "How many times do you wanna cum?"
He never asks you this, always just giving you everything he can give or what you can take. You go for a small number, not wanting to seem excessively needy.
"Maybe two times? Please?" Your voice sounds meek. Like you're asking him for the impossible.
Satoru just chuckles. "How 'bout we triple that number?"
â
"S-Satoruâfuckâ just like that, like that!" Your head pushes back against the pillow, your hands beside your head, scrunching up the sheets.
This was the fourth orgasm. There was cum spotted over your inner thighs and sweat layered over both your bodies. He had driven you to insanity like he planned.
"More, baby?" He grunts, thrusting with his continuous pace.
"Please," you cry out, fresh tears welling in your eyes again.
Satoru loved watching the tears stream down your face because he got to lean down and kiss them away. He takes the opportunity to praise youâ to tell you how good you're being for him.
Your back arched and you braced yourself for the intensity of your next orgasm. Satoru swallowed your moans, kissing you fervently through his own rush. His breathing stuttered when he felt your nails clawing at his back, and once again his cum spurted into you. His breathing was heavy through the nose due to his insistence of kissing you until he you patted him for air.
"Fuck," you muttered. You let out an out of breath laugh, your chest rising and falling quickly as you tried to even out your breathing.
"That's five, baby." He exhales sharply, leaning back and running a hand through his dampened locks. You look at him with twinkling eyes, a smirk being thrown in your direction from your admiration.
"Come here," you say, outstretching your arms towards him. Satoru immediately fills the vacancy, sighing when you rake your nails against the nape of his neck. "Want you to take your time with this last one."
He takes that as a green light to start up again. He guides his cock into you again, savoring the hum that leaves you when he stuffs you again and begins his slow rhythm.
"'toru?" Your voice sounded sultry to his ears.
"Hm?"
"This won't happen again. I hope you know that." You're trying your hardest not laugh or make any sounds that take from the meaning of what you're saying.
He had to raise his head to meet your gaze. Something in the way he looked at you made you believe that this would definitely happen again.
"I hope it does. I love having you under me."
"It's inconvenient. It's so late, 'toru. Why can't we fuck when i'm not trying to sleep? Like in the daytime, or earlier in the night?"
His lips trace your jawline, and you just know he's going for your neck. Satoru lives for pointing out the marks he left on you, the day after.
"Simple," he hums. "I want you to myself." His hips continue to rock into you at the same languid pace. "At night, nobody is gonna take you from me. You won't be distracted and I get all your attention to myself." He kisses your neck. "You're all mine at night. Nobody expects you to be awake."
You gasp when he hits a spot that aches deliciously.
"Come on, baby. Give it to me," he murmurs into your neck. You can feel the way his back ripples as he instinctively picks up the pace. He was overwhelming, thrusting deeper and deeper like he was trying to consume you. What was supposed to be a slow drive towards your final orgasm of the night, turned into him unapologetically using his stamina to lure everything he could out of you. He was almost too much with the way his mouth was ruthless towards your neck and the bruising grip he kept on your hips. You were rendered the smallest thing for him.
"Satoru," you moaned, mindlessly grabbing onto his shoulder blades.
"I know, sweetheart, I know." He kisses you, tenderly, heavily contrasting the savage speed of thrusts.
You whimpered into the lip lock. Your heels dug into the mattress and your toes curled from the intensity of the pleasure you felt. Your breathing became heavier but Satoru refused to unlink his lips from yours. He couldn't when the sounds you made tasted like heaven on his tongue. His own sounds mingled with yours, a harmony that let you know that you weren't the only one feeling good. He was rutting into you, a telltale sign that he was about to cum.
"Mmm..." he hums, before unlatching his lips from yours. He panted as he watched you unravel beneath him, the smallest pinch between your brows as you gushed on him again. The way your walls spasmed around him had him following right after, another load painting your walls.
He grinned at you devilishly, the expression followed by a bright and sunny, airy chuckle. He pulls out of you, and looks down to watch your combined fluids slowly ooze out of you.
"Damn, you really tried putting a baby in me." You sigh, heavily, immediately regaining his attention. "Why do we fuck like this every time?" You rub your eyes, your sleepiness coming back around.
"I'll get one in there someday." He rubs his palm over your stomach. "And also, it's always like that because I love the face you make when you cum and you love the process of giving me that sight." His eye conveyed a seductiveness to their expression that kept you in check.
Your face goes red, warm to the touch. "Shut up." You sit up and playfully shove him.
"I get to cover you in semipermanent kisses, too." His hand comes up to the side of your neck and his fingers trace the red smudges that will darken over time. You roll your eyes, yet still put your hand over his, bringing it to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckles.
"We should shower. It's almost five in the morning." You ignore the mischievous glint in his eyes and the way he's obviously trying to suppress a boyish grin.
"Carry me, please?"
Satoru chuckles, knowing exactly why you want him to carry you.
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