#making up my own bullshit tags i guess

[peachphernalia]

artists that chonny jash would never cover for 500 . also that guy is really good at dying in power hours i think (compliment) (silly) (joke) (compliment)

desaturated this final version a lot for the Flower Face Vibes but i got sad about it messing my colors up a little so full saturation version of just his lovely face . his Flower Face you could even say

[art-from-the-juice-box]

gen loss dump part 2 :]

i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.

[rachymarie]

The real question now is.. how do you even begin to attempt to console the schizospec community, assuring us that all our shared "delusions" of being stalked, surveilled, (and basically preyed upon) by governments and corporations alike - is that of bizarre myth of an unwell mind?

...when it is literally becoming truer and truer across the globe as we speak in the form of

Australia online safety lego

UK "Online safety" act

New Zealand Under-16 social media ban

Denmark, Germany, Canada (iirc)

Just to name a few countries...

Not to mention that these nasty deceptive legislations will already disproportionately affect the vulnerable and marginalized - and those of us who are rightfully pissed off and tend to stay annoyingly outspoken about abuses of power etc (despite it often being to our detriment/having social - or soon even most-likely legal - cost)

How can people stay quiet about such blatant breach of privacy rights. Guess it really is time to riot 🤷‍♀️

Soccer mum Karens need to sit the fuck down for once, this is NOT about "PrOtEcTiNg tHe KiDs", and it NEVER was.

[doodlingwren]

☝🤓 What if 🤨🤔! I was back 😨🤯 after some months 😞😤😲... ahahah jokes 🧐🤣😂... unless 😳👉👈

[james-stark-the-writer]

just finished Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, and it is a game written by cowards for cowards.

the final twist genuinely ruins the game. it's so stupid as a narrative decision. i hate it so much. it almost makes me understand what the people yelling about The Last Jedi being too subservient to its themes were yelling about (OBVIOUSLY not the ones that were being bigoted and loud and wrong about it, but just the ones who had actual issues with its narrative directions/execution). genuinely, the twist takes what could have been an extremely solid 8.5, maybe a 9/10 game down to a 4/10 game with nothing of interest to say deluding itself into thinking it's saying anything of worth by thoughtlessly repeating patterns as if that's supposed to generate meaning without any real effort of actually committing to that meaning, or seeing the world as anything beyond its basic binary worldview of Good and Bad.

putting that twist in fundamentally cuts the legs out from any actual, interesting and substantive critique it could have leveled at the legal system and our feelings about people on trial and their perceived guilt or innocence, and it just ends up reinforcing it as a power of good that Will Ultimately Prevail In The Search For Truth, as if that is even remotely a thing any legal system is concerned with, especially the one in the game that mostly just stumbles into The Right Choices because it's a game controlled by the player. it's frankly ideologically incoherent to the point of saying nothing because its critique is unfocused and toothless. best it can muster is "maybe some people are corrupt and lying, but if You take Advantage of The System, you can beat them" as if malicious compliance is supposed to change the system. fuck off.

ran out of tags but. i'm serious about this lol, i really hate it as a narrative and ideological choice. the game threatens to say something bold and interesting and then just pulls the rug out from underneath you. it sucks. it's very much like 12 Angry Men in that way, i think, except at least that movie Knows what it's saying and that its basic premise is its ideological downfall, this just doesn't really feel like it says anything much interesting or coherent, ultimately, because the criticism either drowns in the length and comedic nature of it, or just ultimately isn't focused and pointed and nuanced enough to actually say something meaningful. like ik someone's gonna do a "kid's game" thing but hello, kid's shit has always been nuanced and just bc it's "for kids" doesn't mean it has to abide by some binary ass morality that flattens all its interesting critique, especially when you're constantly led, structurally, to the more interesting and nuanced narrative choice only to have a twist completely ruin it and making it all feel like a waste of your time. plenty of things are nuanced and interesting and "for kids" without deflating their themes and messages by writing a stupid twist that undercuts the interesting parts of its arguments.

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Multiamory Month, Day Twelve: Explaining/mapping the polycule (Running Into The Bullshit AU)

We've hit a fun one today in Multiamory March (as put on by @polyamships) -- "explaining/mapping the polycule!" A prompt all about figuring out how to explain the various relationships within your group of partners, metamours, friends, and what-have-yous --

And the minute I saw it, I was like, "Oh, I have to do this with the Running Headlong Into The Bullshit mega-polycule." XD Running Headlong Into The Bullshit, for those of you not in the know, is my name for the ship that involves not only Victor, Victoria, Emily, Alice, and Smiler, but also Christopher White, my OC based off the White Knight from Through The Looking Glass (with his name and general looking coming from Christopher Lloyd's portrayal of the character in the Hallmark Alice In Wonderland); Richard Hatter (a humanized version of the AMA/A:MR Hatter with a better attitude); and Preston Garvey and Piper Wright from Fallout 4 (two of my favorite companions in the game, and the two I've romanced during my playthrough with my Sole Survivor version of Victor). The ship name itself comes from this post on how each OT3 has the basic roles of "running headlong into the bullshit, pretends to not want to run headlong into the bullshit but secretly loves it, and does not actually want to run headlong into the bullshit but is pulled along by the other two," and my addition about how Victor keeps getting involved with people who want to run into the bullshit. XD It's not really an AU so much as a silly concept I came up with once and occasionally think about (I know it would be an "all modern day college students AU" and that's about it), but given it involves a nine-person polycule, I thought it was perfect for this prompt.

So! Without further ado, I give you Smiler, Richard, and the rest of the polycule explaining their dynamics to an unnamed questioner, who may or may not be regretting asking. :p Enjoy!

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“Got our visual aid ready, Richard?”

“Yup! Ready when you are, Smiler!”

“Great! Okay, so, the first thing to understand is, most of this polycule revolves around Victor.”

“A fact that confuses even me to this day.”

“We’re working on his self-esteem. Anyway, that puts him here, in the center of this six-partner web of myself, Alice, Victoria, Emily, Preston, and Piper. With me so far?”

“Yes…”

“Fantastic. Now, over here you have the ‘Valicer’ triangle – that’s me, Victor, and Alice. Alice and I are both romantically involved with Victor, but our own relationship is more on the queerplatonic side – that’s why our connecting line is green instead of red. And over here we have the ‘Everdortmack’ triangle – that’s Victor, Victoria, and Emily.”

“We had to use our last names instead of our firsts, for, well, obvious reasons.”

“Right – they are in a proper triad relationship, romantic all around. And here we have the – did you guys ever come up with a name for your threesome?”

“Our names are kind of hard to combine, Yellow. Trust me, I’ve tried.”

“I kind of liked Christopher’s suggestion of ‘The Press, The Past, and the Pale’ – though I think we need a better P-word for Victor.”

“Pale does fit me…”

“We’ll go with the ‘Triple P’ triangle for now. Anyway, yes, this is another triad with Victor, Preston, and Piper. So far, so simple. But now things get interesting, because Preston is also involved with Victoria–”

“We’ve only been on a couple of dates so far, but it’s been very nice.”

“And Piper is involved with Emily!”

“Our dates have been a little more physical. ...DANCING! WE’VE GONE DANCING! STOP LAUGHING!”

“No. And Victoria is also romantically connected to Christopher here–”

“What can I say, I’ve always loved a proper lady.”

“And Richard is involved with Emily!”

“Our dates are not physical at all because I’m asexual.”

“Richard!”

“And overall, we’re all in what you might call a ‘garden party’ polycule – we’re all on good terms, but not all of us hang out together all the time.”

“Mostly because it’s incredibly difficult to coordinate dates for nine people, and we all have a lot going on in our own lives.”

“Exactly – so, any questions?”

“Yeah – how the hell do you all even meet to get tangled up like this?”

“Oh, that’s a series of much longer stories. Richard?”

“Got the outline right here!”

[neverendingford]

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[custardtartsfan]

Jason Todd head canons that have accumulated over time

many thoughts about the boy constantly rattle around my brain and i would like to share them ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) nothing hanky panky ish for i do not like to think about that

general bullshit ᝰ.ᐟ

he doesnt trust modern technology. he has a Motorola razr. no he will not upgrade, stop asking

has VERY messy hand writing. straight chicken scratch. barley legible

smoked during his late teens (post resurrection period, he was going through it). tried quitting in his early twenties, he bought a menthol flavour geek bar but threw it out cause Roy made fun of him

it wasnt even one of the cool ones with a screen. smh

he has a weird nostalgic affection for the thrift

it reminds him of being a kid, in the rare moments that his mother was sober enough to take him somewhere. and it was nice, his mom was conscious, all was well

and he could get whatever he wanted! he wanted a toy? sure bud, its only a dollar. why the hell not?

he recently walked into a Goodwill and damn near burst an artery when he looked at the tag on a pair of pants. it was NOT like this back in his day

his hair is like wavy, like not curly but wavy. however, he has no idea how to really care for it. shits dry is what im saying

i think hes very competitive about stupid shit

not like he gets pissy about mario kart, he will race you to see who can fold their socks the fastest

largest of the batfam. vertically and horizontally. hes a beefy dude. a brick shithouse

i think hes also the kind of dude that needs to know someone very well before he could consider dating them. id even go as far to say hes somewhere on the aro spectrum

i think he has a very high spice tolerance. like youll pry his siracha out of his cold re-dead hands. he LOVES African curry (yes this one is based off me) thats like his perfect kind of spice

back to his hatred of technology, he collects cds to listen to instead of streaming

he has one of those hip disk players with the headphones. Red Hood has been seen with a walkman

also hates tv, but will watch the news willingly. he will sit down and watch Wolf Blitzer of his own accord

romantic (୨୧• ꒳ •)=:♡

remember when i said he has the handwriting of an 18 month old toddler? yea well thats a little unfortunate cause he LOVES leaving notes for his lover. when he has to slip out the window for a job in the middle of the night, he writes a little note - “had to take care of something, be back soon. with bagels. love, Jay :)” but its written so janky his lover is spending the whole time hes gone trying to decipher it

dont tell him that though, he might cry

hes not a talker particularly. words tend to come out wrong in his experience. instead, he likes gifts acts of service to show you he cares

shopping with him and youre eying a particular top for a while? guess what’s mysteriously appeared in your laundry basket

lowq doesn’t have motion though..soo it might have been Bruce card. but honestly? money is money who gaf

what he occasionally lacks in funds he makes up for in willingness to let you do whatever you want to him

he will waddle after you in sephora, freaking out the occasional employee cause holy FUCK who invited the punisher, letting you swatch whatever you want on his hand

if you’re concerned about the milk in the fridge being yuck, give it to him to taste. he’ll let you know

there is no mountain to high, no dubious forgotten leftover too unhappy looking

cannot cook for SHIT. but he loves to eat

he will mention wanting food and stare at you longingly until you go to the kitchen

hes not gonna be playing fortnite while you’re cooking though, he can chop stuff. you may not want him within 50 feet of a place where food is prepared but he will offer

bless his heart

runs hot like a furnace. probably because hes a large meaty boy

he will grumble like a pensioner when you tuck yourself into his chest at night when its cold, but we both know damn well hes gonna be giggling and kicking his steel toed boots when he tells Roy about it later

he had pretty mixed, strewing negative opinions, about his little white tuft of hair at the front. hes tried cutting it, it grew back the same. he bought box dye, it doesnt take. so hes stuck with it. and he cant say hes happy about it

until you came along, all full of love and life, telling him you loved it. you though it framed his face perfectly and suited him great. you and your fancy affection fuck you

(he was cheesing for hours)

okay lets get sad now

hes got BADD anxiety about hurting you without meaning to. its a reasonable concern, hes a big dude. and these hands dont do a lot of cradling as a rule, more beating heads in

he needs to be reassured, but would rather roll around in broken glass then swim in lemonade than let that be known. hes more of a stare at you until you sooth him

he likes to be kissed and cuddled and cared for. so what? hes only incredibly ashamed. it doesnt matter how many times you re iterate that he has no reason to be, hes a stubborn bitch

thats all ive got! i hope you enjoyed reading my real time jason todd related word association. most of these were typed in a fury on the mobile web app on the subway so..if the formatting is yucky thats up to god (-.-;)y-~~~

[dw-flagler]

if you wanna talk about pedantry, the meme you're referencing is actually "[the] butchest girl [that] twitter can handle"

Perhaps I'm being overly pedantic and prescriptive. On the other hand [insert "this is the butchest woman tumblr can handle and it's a long-haired girl in a skirt" meme]

[rcmclachlan]

Fuck It Friday/Sentences Sunday/Motivation Monday (Musings)

Tagged by @screamlet and @firehose118 on Friday, @station18908 and @freneticfloetry yesterday, and @ambernotember, @zeraparker, and @chococara25 today

Here's some more of the s3 lawsuit arc alt meeting au that I actually wrote into the tumblr text editor just now. Do the kids still say YOLO?

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Buck looks up and misses Peru and its huge, endless sky with a sudden, sharp ache. The LA skyline just seems to eat more of it every day. He remembers Maddie saying she got a bunch of calls during the blackout last year from people who were terrified of the giant, silvery cloud in the sky, because none of them had ever seen the Milky Way before. Sometimes he thinks he's going to look up one day and there'll be no sky at all—just a tangle of steel, concrete, and glass.

"The city wants to settle," Buck admits quietly, skirting the edge of full-on whispering. He keeps waiting for a reporter to jump out of the shadows and demand a quote. "They offered me twelve million dollars."

"Shit." Tommy lets out a low whistle, then shifts a little. It brings his arm up against Buck's. "Makes sense, I guess. The city's been hit with so much bullshit over the last few years that they'd probably throw in ownership of Library Tower to avoid the media circus alone. You gonna take it?"

While Buck was laid up on the 9th floor of First Pres after the bombing, he watched an episode of Modern Marvels on his phone centered around the history of dynamite, and when Bobby refused point blank to let him come back, all he could taste in the back of his mouth was nitroglycerine. It's been sweating out of his pores for weeks, crystalizing in every deposition he's been forced to sit through, building up at night when he can't sleep and when he checks his phone throughout the day hoping to find even one new text; and all the while he's been dreading the single spark that would send it all sky high.

He thinks of Eddie calling him exhausting in the middle of Howie's Market and tastes burnt caramel; hears Bobby's patronizing you're not ready like the crackle of a lit detacord; and the easy way Tommy makes the city's offer sound like a fair response to all of the shit Buck's been shoveling since the bombing is a shock out of nowhere.

Kaboom.

"I don't want money!" Buck explodes, sliding off the wall and shoving his hands into his hair. "I don't want a single, solitary dime, Tommy, I just want my job back!"

Normally, having someone stare at him the way Tommy's currently doing — like Buck just admitted to being a space alien or that he had a room full of porcelain dolls like his Uncle James — would be mortifying enough to shut him up, but he's been sweating nitroglycerin and no one's upended him to redistribute the weeping. There's no stopping him now. 

"D-Do you know how hard I worked to get to where I am? My doctors didn't think I'd be able to walk normally again, never mind run up ten flights of stairs with a full kit on! I did the training! I did the full course so many times I thought I'd die some days, but I-I passed every time. Every test they threw at me, I passed. I'm pretty sure they made a few up just to see if I could handle them — and I did. I did, and I was cleared by every person on that med panel and they all shook my hand and welcomed me back! I should be back!"

For a white-hot moment, he thinks he's going to take out the entire block with the sheer force of his anger. And despite being well within the blast radius, Tommy does nothing.

Panting, Buck closes his eyes and waits for the dust to settle. "Th-They covered my name."

"They what?"

"On my locker," Buck murmurs. When he opens his eyes, the world swims through a curtain of tears. "They... put her name over mine. Bosko. They just... taped right over it. Like a bandaid."

Even to his own ears, he sounds baffled. Not even angry; all his energy was expended during the blast. Now he's just hurt and confused, because no one told him. No one said they were bringing someone else in.

"I just... I don't understand how it was that easy for them."

"That what was easy?" Tommy asks, unbearably gentle, and it has Buck knuckling away a fresh, hot wave of tears. It sounds like how having your back rubbed while you're throwing up feels. Buck can barely tolerate it, but he's so grateful it's there all the same. 

Buck breathes out shakily and finally says it out loud. One final shockwave. "Replacing me."

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No pressure tags: @beanarie, @setmeatopthepyre, @leashybebes, @geddyqueer, @dharmaavocado, @politenotice, @alchemistc, and @apollabarnes (plus everyone who tagged me first!)

[kuntprodukt]

REAL MUSOR

Leon S. Kennedy x reader | 18+ MDNI. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT, NON CONSENSUAL SEX, STALKING, SOMNOPHILIA, SMUT, female reader, Leon is a cop and a little bit obsessive, breeding, he is icky, mutual masturbation (reader isnt aware of it btw), unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, entering and breaking, forced exhibitionism I guess?, dirty talk, pet names, light gaslighting, non consensual voyeurism, use of spycams, police corruption, non consensual drug use.

Summary: dating isnt really Leon's thing, to waste his precious time and money over a woman that may refuse to have sex with him at the first date isn't worth it. Sure, putting cameras in your apartment to jerk off of your body and breaking in to fuck you are considered much better ways to get what he wants - quicker too.

notes: Musor is a derogatory slang term for a cop (=pig), also it means "trash" :3 I don’t condone anything here in real life. :3 uhm, reblogs or comments and any kind of feedback are really appreciated!

tags: @withonly-sweetheart

Leon has a problem and it started many years ago. Not his alcoholism, no, that can be put aside as something to indulge when life hits hard. Guilty pleasure one would call it. Not his job too, he likes being a cop - it comes with its own advantages. His problem is much simpler and it also got nothing to do with his dick.

Dating apps. They aren’t his cup of tea; meeting new people is hard and nowadays most of them try to find someone on dating sites or apps. Wasteful, he is an employed man with a big responsibility so to court a woman that may be a gold digger would be foolish. Also, unluckily for Leon, one date is not enough to bring most women into bed and the prices are already too high so risking to find a parasite without any payback isn’t something straight out of his dreams.

Also, women don’t get wet if you are a cop unless they have a cop fetish. Apparently, uniforms and handcuffs are only cool in the bedroom. Not like he minds that, cause with time Leon found other ways to enjoy his women. Much more preferable ways.

Two or three knocks on the wooden surface with his knuckles, fingers ran through his blonde locks so they wouldn’t dangle in front of his eyes. Your door opens wide with your confused eyes set on his frame, not expecting any guests, especially a cop. A bad omen.

“Good afternoon, I am here to check. Someone complained about noises coming from your apartment at this hour, miss” Leon explains, showing a pearl-like smile. Too perfect, too cheesy, but attractive appearance always soothed people’s worries, being easy on the eyes makes things uncomplicated. Who doesn’t trust beautiful people? “It won’t take too long”

A pensive hum escapes from your tensed lips, but there is no other choice other than accepting this - you nod, letting him enter inside without any additional questions. Like taking candy from a baby. And you were dumb, which ended up playing nice for him.

The apartment is a studio one, not expensive too. That was expected, you look young, but not enough to have your own place. Renting at a cheap price in not notoriously good neighborhood suits you better.

When the checkup is finished, you seemed so worried to hear his eventual words or clear bullshit. Not every person is used to a cop’s presence in their own cozy little place. Suspicions are natural reactions, but not for you, still believing in that little story that he told you before. A blatant lie, only the dumb bitch would have believed that. You.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry—“ you were apologizing almost every time he would appear in front of you. And even now. Annoying, but also hearing your words filled with so much anxiety made him feel good. Really good. And any wrong word would make you cry easily. Which would be nice to see. He cut your quick rambling, waving a hand mindlessly as his eyes travel to shelves.

“Yeah,“ Whatever. Leon nods absently, finally crumbling to the urge to glance into your almost glossy eyes - with great pleasure enjoying his own reflection in them. His mind wanders to possible images of your face filled with tears underneath him, easily making his pants feel tight around his cock. He can’t help himself. “Maybe someone holds grudges against you, be careful”

Another bullshit, but still you appeared unsure and at the edge of his presence until he was out of your apartment. There should be kept a count of his successful lies. As a respectful man, it was hard not to thank you and wishing well-being before leaving. After all, it would be a bad touch to leave without a gift, right? Leon hadn’t actually thought these little cameras would be used today, but fate had other plans for you. In his defense, it was really hard not to set those little cameras in your apartment while he was ‘doing’ his job. Especially when you were so sweet to him. Weirdly enough, installing them was an easy and quick task, even simpler was to find crannies or shelves to put in these little cameras he had bought or confiscated. After all, it would have been a big waste to throw them away, right?

So sweet. You were asking for it.

An easy target too. And now many rooms were under his watchful eye; bathroom (the best view is there), bedroom and also in living room too. In a little time, Leon got to know your schedule, it wasn’t hard to remember - a simple routine, even a kid would be able to memorize it. Like a little TV show, he enjoys watching after work or during his rare vacations. Whatever you do on Friday morning, when you return home, and when you usually go to sleep. Or when you have your private time, masturbating in bed alone and filling his ears with your moans. Or even better, showering or resting in the hot tub, your tits and body exposed to him - like a nicely wrapped present that he needs to open one day.

The best part is - you aren’t aware of this.

You aren’t aware that many evenings when your fingers creep their way down to your pussy to part its lips and rub slow circles on already swollen clit under the sounds of cheap-acted porn actress’ moans - these evenings were shared with Leon. There is that arousing wet sound when your fingers stroke your leaking pussy. His attention easily glues to the screen, out of habit freeing his hard cock from the pants - it bobs and twitches in the air with already formed beads of pre-cum on his aching tip just begging for any kind of attention. Your lips would be nice, but a tight pussy even better. His fist cups it in a tight grip, slowly pumping his cock while watching the sight of your trembling and parted legs. And your moans, little breathless whimpers - his favorite. Sadly, this gets muffled by his moans, as his own strokes become rougher and quicker trying to keep up with your fingers. Leon knows the signs of your approaching orgasm, he knows everything about you too well. Watching like a possessed man as your toes curl from the growing pleasure, thighs snap closed around your wrist as your back arches while making more sweet noises.

He cums with you too, at the same time. His body tenses and his hand grips tighter around his hard cock. Eyes rolling back. Mind blank, intense orgasm hits him hard as usual. No other thoughts other than how good you are for him. And pretty. His breathing is hard and heavy, feeling his cum sticking to the skin of his hand and stomach.

The best porn he can ever see - special too, only for him. Putting such a show for him to enjoy after a hard day of work.

Feeling the stickiness of his cum on his palm and not being able to avert his eyes from your spent body. This brings him to his senses like an apple falling onto his head, a sweet idea. He needs more of you.

It has become a routine at this point.

Did he abuse his authority? Yes. Does he care? He doesn’t, because in other circumstances he would do that again.

Watching your body and getting off from this little show isn’t enough anymore. Doesn’t hit the same. Like a drug addict, searching for another dose and something stronger one can offer. He needs his hands on you. Going further, exploiting every opportunity his job gave him - it wasn’t hard to start breaking in without any traces.

Leon can’t be reckless nor impulsive, but to keep his hands to himself and not give in to a sweet fruit was hard.

Your sleep is short, he noticed that soon. You wake up at every little noise coming from different sources. That won’t do. This is not good and can’t be healthy for a young woman. On one of many visits to your empty apartment, to take a little present for himself or to adjust cams, an idea popped into his mind: why not put something in the bottles of water? The dose would be light anyway, this drug can easily knock out a big, burly man and Leon is here just to take care of you, in a boyfriend-like way. Not to overdose you.

Your apartment feels homely to him already, kicking off his shoes before walking freely around the place. He may be a cop, but not a pig. The anticipation was insupportable, months of waiting for your body, many concerns - not being really sure about the method and the dose. What if it wasn’t enough, what if it wouldn’t work, and many-many ‘if’. Leon had waited enough, there was a limit to his patience and it was already tearing apart with every passing second.

The mattress beneath you dips softly with his added weight, in the dark room the outlines of your figure are still visible, and the edge of your shirt is rode up and shamelessly exposes the flesh of your stomach - what a tease you are and you don’t even realize it. Your unconscious body, deep in the sleep, and he probably has all night to enjoy you. This heightens his arousal, not daring to touch you for a solid minute - not believing how lucky he is right now. Blood buzzes in his ears, hearing his own thoughts now: you, fuck you dumb, and need to cum in that pussy.

“I know you so well,” Leon whispers, his voice comes out shaky. What a man wouldn’t do to stuff a pussy. His lips carefully kissed yours, not being able to pull away his eyes from your peaceful face. Tracking out every little twitch in your features, but you are in a deep slumber. “like a book that I learned to remember. By heart. Inside… and out”

His hand lightly touches your neck, giving a brief squeeze, watching you gasp when he lets it go. Still asleep. Leon is testing the waters here.

“Oh, it’s alright, sweetie ” Leon whispers, not being able to hide his fascination towards your state. Cupping your jaw and tilting it to the side, like a doll to play and move around as much as he wants. “We are on camera, this is so important for both of us. Something to remember, right?”

This is wrong, of course, in the back of his mind someone whispers that Leon shouldn’t enjoy this so much - you are unconscious, not aware, but that’s the thrill. In any other circumstances, he could pull out a gun to force you, but the idea was pulled aside as the sight of your malleable state is much better. His fingers rubbed your thighs, pushing them apart easily so he could position himself in between. So soft, he can’t help but enjoy the sensation of your skin, his hand impatiently slips to push away the fabric of your underwear, to get a real glance and close of your not-so-aroused pussy. Too bad, but this is easy to fix. A mouthful spit of saliva would be quick and nice, a way to avoid a headache, but he changed his mind - your pussy is shaved. Leon whistles lowly, what a good girl you are. To bury his face in your pussy would be a nice start, after all, you have shaved for him, no? He is nice enough to reward you for this.

Shifting a little bit, easily manhandling your legs and placing them on his shoulders. Leon spits down a mouthful of saliva on your cunt, before leaning down with a long and broad stripe across your pussy, parting the lips with his tongue, groaning against your slit. Tongue glides across the folds, slowly warming your body up, like a hungry man trying to relish in the taste of your pussy so sweetly lingering in his mouth.

“Such a good girl, letting me play with you like that” Leon groans against your clit, it sends a pleasant vibration across your limp body. His hands grip tightly the flesh of your thighs, a normal person would have woken up to push him away, right? His mouth sucks on the clit, giving light bites with his teeth and your hips naturally try to ride him, messily bucking into his face with every rapid lick of his tongue across your sensitive bud.

Fuck, your reactions are cute, he wants more. His two digits push inside your hole, starting to move in and out of you shortly - making your body flinch again and a soft moan draws from your lips. He kept lapping across your slicked folds, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive nub, but not enough to hurt - his tongue laps away that bite anyway, not forgetting to suck your clit in between his lips too.

Your cunt gushes wetly around his fingers, they curl up against your walls, with the rough pace pumping and press on the velvety and wet skin, until he finds the spongy, sweet spot that made your hole clench tighter around his fingers. Soft and weak moans escape from your now parted lip, chest raises up and down rhythmically with every thrust. That’s a good sign. The taste of you and your natural body reactions entrances him, making his cock throb more in his pants, straining so hard and uncomfortable against the fabric. Leon pulls away from your now-soaked slit, impatiently freeing his cock from the jeans. It would be a waste to finish this so quickly after just getting a taste, fingers pull out of your hole roughly with a wet pop, your cunt left dripping, wet, and cold now like he took all the heat with it. Frankly, Leon does not care about your pleasure. Unlikely he will any time soon.

“Huh, you like this” Leon mumbles out slowly to himself, his hand gripping his cock and it twitches in his fist as Leon began slowly stroking it. Thumb presses on its tip, stimulating more pleasure through his body and letting out a breathless moan as his blue gaze surveys his work; your warmed-up pussy, more aroused than before. It glistens with your slick and his saliva on it. What an addicting sight. A light feeling of pride rose in his chest, as his hand flexed again and more beads of pre-cum formed on the tip, quick strokes smeared it along his sensitive and hard flesh. His cock throbs and aches to be inside you. Hell, Leon needs to stop before he cum over your unconscious state. Impatiently not noticing his own heavy breathing filling the air, he positioned his cock to your pussy.

“Who would have known you would be so fucking wet for me” he cooed huskily, rubbing his cockhead against your slicked folds, bumping against your clit. Your arousal is mixed with his saliva, it spreads easily on his veiny and hard cock - to use it as a lube. Easy and free, he doesn’t bother to buy one after all. His free hand grips your hip tightly, angling it to finally guide his cock into your neglected hole. “you really waited for me to use you, right? Just dying for more.”

Deep down, like every man, Leon prioritizes his pleasure. Who doesn’t actually? Good women should be eager to please and look nice for him. Attractive even. Unfortunately, your state isn’t the one to expect the eagerness. But there are advantages to this too: unconscious girls are much easier to enjoy. But still, giving a free pass to you isn’t something that will please him, no matter how good your pussy is. His pleasure has been always the most important element in the sex. Would not be fair to his former lovers too. He is so nice after all, any other man would have pulled out a gun to threaten you after breaking in to fuck you without putting a substance into some of your drinks. That’s an idea to keep for next time.

Your pussy feels so nice, your walls stretch around his length slowly. Leon imagined it differently, not so tight, but tighter it is, better for him. Warm heat envelops him almost in a vice-like grip, forcing a low groan coming from his throat. Maybe this wouldn’t be pleasant for you if you were conscious. But also, aren’t you so sweet and nice? Of course, you would have let him do that over and over. And if you wouldn’t - again, Leon doesn’t care. Your pussy engulfs him in so addictingly warm and to make this even better, your walls clench ridiculously tight around his cock. For a moment, Leon was not sure he would have been able to last long enough for him. Your pussy makes him dizzy, so much that he needed to take a pause, keeping his cock halfway through.

Leon slowly pulls out, leaving inside you just the head of his cock, his gaze is not on you anymore. He couldn’t care less about your state, but the sight of your pussy stretching around his tip is the one he can get drunk on. Popping it in and out, over and over until all he can hear are wet and filthy noises - and his own moans mixed with heavy breathing, while more slick gushing and now sinking his cock into you deeper and so easily. That didn’t last long, he hates denying himself what he needs. What he craves and now he craves to fuck you. And cum. Inside you. And he will.

“Taking me so right… fuck” Leon groans, burying his cock deep inside you, his hips meet flat against your ass. Slowly starting to roll his hips back and forth, deep and slow thrust, hitting his cockhead against your cervix.

This is addicting to him, worse than any kind of drug. Mindlessly mumbling out senseless praises, while his hips rock into you in quick thrusts, heavily breathing and not being able to look away from your leaking cunt. God, the images of you waking up and begging to stop fill his mind in a suffocating manner - his cock throbs inside you, another slam of hips. A hard gulp.

A man should be careful with his own wishes. Nails weakly dig into his biceps, not enough to leave half-moon marks. Even a kitten would have been able to leave a deeper scratch on his skin. But still, Leon’s hips stutter, realizing you shouldn’t move. In the dark, your eyes are half open, clearly fighting with the grogginess of the drug in your system and trying to orientate.

“Shhhh… easy there, sweetie. Be a good girl, get back to sleep” The tone of his voice is sweet and whisper-like, but the breathless lilt is still there. Your back aches weakly again, feeling him hitting your g-spot in slow and agonizing thrusts, but this isn’t enough to pull you out of your state. God your head is dizzy and the man in front of you is so blurry too. Heavy breathing escapes from your lips, swallowing hard the excessive saliva pooling in your mouth. It is hard to squint, hard to focus on anything. A side effect he didn’t know about, still not his fault.

“Not real, just a bad dream” Leon adds, his breath fanning across the side of your head, watching how your expressions shift weakly and eyelashes flutter as he slowly drags his cock out to bury it back in the same pace into your pulsing pussy.

“No…uhh…-not a dream…” your voice is so weak, meek, his dick fills your pussy entirely, every drag of it makes your body tremble and tighten around it more. You are easy to play though, mind is so fogged by the drug it would be easy to convince you.

Blue eyes almost spark in the dark, looking down at your confused and groggy state, his hand covers your mouth - he doesn’t need any noises other than moans and whimpers coming from you. Too distracting. You are clearly not aware of what’s happening, feeling the heaviness of your body dragging you back into the intoxicated slumber.

“…Just a dream. ” Leon repeats, enjoying watching you trying to push him away, your hands ghostly pressing against his chest in a weak protest. “Be a good girl, nothing bad will happen”

And these struggles make his cock throb in your pussy. So addicting to watch how the drug in your system is still kicking strong making your limbs return to being limp again, God, he was so close to just busting a load in you.

His pace quickens, becoming more ruthless and messier than before. He can’t stay here forever, unfortunately, but god he wants to fall asleep on you with his cock and cum buried inside you - to watch your reaction in the morning. All he can hear right now is the flesh-hitting sounds mixing with wet ones too. Your lips twitch, heavy pants and whimpers drawl out of them, while your pussy clenches tightly in a silent plea to fill it, not only with his cock, but sperm too.

God, and if you aren’t on the pill? What a nice present he may give you after this night. Getting you pregnant was enough for his hips to stutter in their pace for the last time, before shooting a hot load of sperm inside you. Burying deep inside, the warm cum fills your pussy almost to the brim, his mind is blank - focused how his cock pumped rope after rope inside you. When he is all spent, Leon slowly pulls out of you, and a disappointed whimper escapes from you too - too bad, he is not going to let you get your high. Too much work. His blue eyes watch how the cum oozes out of your hole for the last time.

The lights of the morning are particularly blinding, you’ve never noticed that before. Dryness in your throat. Like needles pressing inside every time you swallow down, aching for a gloss of water. The urge to throw up and to hide away from the rays of sunlight is overwhelming, not stronger than the heaviness in your body though. You force yourself out of the bed, dragging yourself to the bathroom was so hard, like a heavy bag instead of your body - it is already almost impossible to wake up and get your things done. Washing away the exhaustion from your face with the chilly water from the faucet. Your mind is foggy and not catching on to sticky feeling in your panties. Nonetheless, your body screams at you - your stomach feels turned inside out, messy, and used. And unsatisfied. Like you had the worst sex in your life, without getting your own high.

Your memory tries to flash out the sight of the dark room and blue eyes, being filled and hearing his voice whispering heavily, but you shake your head - pushing it away in your mind. Hiding it in imaginary drawers, - just a dream. Nothing more, you check your door every night. It is always locked.

Yes, a bad one, explains your state too. The nightmare does exhaust you easily after all.

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Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Female Reader

Explicit, obviously. MDNI!

WC: 10k, sorry it's a long one!

Warnings: SMUT. SMUT. mentions of cheating, divorce, arguing, sexual shaming, sexual healing?

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Your heart filled with excitement as you stepped off the plane at LAX, greeted by your childhood friend. He had glue-ons just like you, pointed like daggers, rainbow tips and all. It was Pride Month after all. 

He shouted your name across the airport, making you dip your head in embarrassment, as he ran up, black Converse squeaking on the smooth, freshly buffed floors. 

“Hey girl! I'm so stoked you could make it! We’re partying tonight!” Your best friend, Patrick, exclaimed as he pulled you into a tight hug. You let yourself melt into his warmth for a moment, enjoying the comfort of his friendship, which had been there through all of what had happened over the past few months. 

You had just signed your divorce papers after two months of fighting non-stop. It wasn't fighting over assets or anything like that. He had cheated with someone he worked with. You accused him and he did what he always did. He denied it and became defensive. So you went into his workplace one morning, asking if he was there. They told you he was out on a call. So as you went to leave, you happened to look into the yard. He was at his truck, loading materials into the back with his co-worker, a pretty blond who was younger and more outgoing than you. You knew her from the Christmas party last year. 

You watched for a few moments, knowing he was oblivious to your hard stare. You watched as his hands wrapped around her waist. You watched as she giggled and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. You averted your gaze as they kissed. 

You went home and grabbed only essentials and begged a friend to stay at their house for a few days while you sorted out your brain. They obliged after you told them what happened, but they couldn't seem to believe it either. 

When you didn't come home that night, he called, panicked. 

“I had an overnight at work. I told you the other day.” You said and he scoffed. 

“Guess I'll see you tomorrow then.” He murmured and hung up the phone. 

And the next day you got a call from the girl in the office at your husband's workplace. 

“I saw him this morning getting coffee with Alina. They were holding hands and she kissed him.”

You thanked her for telling you. You took a personal day and moved the rest of your stuff out, but made sure you were there to confront him. You regretted that immediately.

“I've been seeing her for about two months. She needed a friend when she started there and you claim to be busy at work all the time lately. We never have sex anymore. I heard you with the fucking vibrator in the shower. I'm so bad that you'd rather a dildo? Are you fucking kidding me?” His words were full of malice. 

“You haven't made me come in months. I've been working my ass off to try to give you extra money to put for a down payment. I'm exhausted. I can barely afford to pay my own bills.” 

“Well that's your problem. You don't have a real job so why would you expect to make real money.” He said and you shook your head.

“I'm sick of your shit. You cheating was just the icing on the bullshit cake you've been feeding me. I'll send you the divorce papers.” You said, turning and walking out of the apartment with the last of your bags. 

It would be nice for you to enjoy a week away from home and not have to think about anything except how you couldn't really afford to take a week off. You'd have to find a new place to live when you got home, feeling horrible that you'd be shacked up at a friend's for nearly two months. 

You'd saved up a bit and it would be enough for a couple of months rent, but you'd still need to work your ass off to live on your own. You'd thought about finding someone to rent with but who? All of your friends at home were in relationships. 

As you and Patrick headed to the parking lot and put your bags into the back of his shitty old Rav 4, you did take a deep breath. You were fascinated as you watched the city pass by out the window and then it turned over into desert before arriving at the on base housing at Fightertown. 

Patrick had a cute little cottage, just a few rooms split between two floors. You put your bags down in the spare room on the first floor. He didn't have another bed, but you assured him the couch would be just fine for the week. 

“Just like high school, right?” He asked, remembering simpler times when you crashed on each other's couches after long nights of studying and talking about which boys were the cutest and which were just plain jerks. Patrick settled on the couch next to you for a minute, putting an arm around your shoulders. “I'm so happy you could come out. I think it'll be good for you to get away. And my parents couldn't make it so you're my chaperone at the bars when we go, okay?” 

“Yeah, I don't drink remember?” You said and he nodded.

“I know, I'll try to contain myself, but I know there's some hot pilots in town this week too.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked him gently.

“I'm not dating yet.” You murmured and he bumps your shoulder with his.

“Yeah. But you can still look. Maybe talk. Maybe kiss? Maybe fuck?” He chided and you couldn't help but smack him again. 

“Stop it!” You yell, pushing him. He falls to the cushions with laughter and you can't help but think of how much you missed him all these years and how easy your friendship had been back then. When everything was simpler.

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You get dressed that night, ready to head out to his favorite bar and one that apparently the entire Navy touted about. You put on a cute number, a long floral patterned dress, a dark teal undertone and a little bit of skin showing at your sides and your upper back, down to a vee that fastened just above your tailbone. You wore flats, not heels. You didn't want to stand in heels all night, as apparently this place got busy quickly and you probably wouldn't be guaranteed a table. 

Patrick dressed in his Navy standard khakis with his new rank badge on. Captain Patrick McLaighan. It sounded pretty nice to him, and when his friends all shouted his callsign ‘Irish’ as he entered, it brought a wide smile to your face. 

You were unbelievably happy for him. He worked his way through the ranks and finally got the promotion that he had always been hoping for, despite being bullied for his choice in a partner.

Now if only you could get to a place where you were that happy again.

You stood at the bar, waiting for your Coca-Cola and Patrick's Moscow Mule. You turn, glancing around, surveying, when a pretty, tall, and broad shouldered blond man walks up, placing his hands on the bar for a moment before turning to face you. He motions for three beers to the bartender, then smirks at you. 

“Hey. I'm Jake.” He nods, reaching out to shake your hand. You oblige and introduce yourself. He smiled when you said your name. 

“Pretty name for a pretty lady.” He leaned on an elbow on the bar as the bartender placed his beers in front of him. 

“Thanks...I guess.” You said, taking a deep breath. You glanced back over at Patrick, who was dancing next to his boyfriend.

“Are you new in town? Never seen you before.” Jake asked, not even touching his beers. You pursed your lips.

“Just visiting a friend.” You said, studying the man as he did the same to you. He also wore Navy standard khakis and you recognized that he was a Lieutenant Commander. His badge said ‘Seresin’ and you rolled the name around your brain for a few moments before his voice met your ears again.

“Ah, boyfriend. Right? Or maybe husband?” He asked, seemingly defeated as he grabbed all three beers. 

“No actually. Just a good, old friend. He got promoted. He's over with his boyfriend and friends. I was just grabbing him another drink.” You explained as the bartender placed your coke and Patrick's drink down for you to take. Jake's smirk returned then.

“But you're not single.” He half asked, half stated and you nodded.

“Just divorced actually. I know, red flag .” You said, smiling and rolling your eyes. Jake chuckled.

“Not the worst red flag. Maybe I'll see you around.” Jake said, tipping his head and wading back through the crowd to his friends. You made your way back to Patrick. He put his arm around your shoulders as he slipped his drink and his friends all began to sing something about a drunken sailor. You just simply went along with it, taking in the merriment of the evening. 

At some point the party atmosphere died down and many of the other sailors dispersed. You had finally been able to sit down. You glanced at your phone. You had four texts and eighteen Facebook notifications.

Ex-Husband: i cant believe you put it on facebook 

Ex-Husband: thats so embarrassing why would you do that to me

Ex-Husband: everyone is asking me what I did wrong

Ex-Husband: its unreal how you always get everyone on your side 

You weren’t even going to dignify that with an answer. He knew exactly what he did wrong. He was just trying to get you to text him back.

Facebook: 18 likes on your relationship status, 3 comments

Jenny commented: good for you hun 😘 

Kallie commented: what the fuck happened???

Nancy (your mom) commented: sad its over but happy you can make new memories love you

You groaned and placed your phone face down then rubbed your hands over your face. You felt weight next to you on the bench seat, and a loud creak of the leather and wood along with it. You expected Patrick to sling his arm around your shoulders again but when he didn’t you glanced out from behind your hands.

“You okay?” It was Jake. Jake that you met earlier. Jake Seresin. Lieutenant Commander Jake Seresin. You waved a hand dismissively.

“Fine. None of your business.” You said sharply. His brows knitted and he moved off the seat, holding his hands up defensively. 

“Sorry. Won't bother you again.” He murmured, a faint and playful smirk still on his lips, hoping that you didn't mean it. You didn't.

“No wait! I'm sorry. I'm just...” You sighed heavily. 

“Stressed? You seem stressed. I know we don't know each other but if you'd like to talk to an unbiased party...I'm your man.” Jake interrupted softly, offering his support, something that not many people had been willing to give. 

“Yeah?” You perked up a bit, his smile winning you over in the end.

“Lay it on me.” He sat, sitting back down next to you.

You swallowed hard, giving him only so much detail, just the bare bones that he needed to understand what had happened. When you finished, he blew air from his lips and folded his arms across his chest.

“You know what I think? Your ex sounds like a dick. I don't know you but from what you said it seems like you were doing the best you could and he couldn't or wouldn't see it no matter what. You deserve a lot better, sweetheart.” Jake said, placing his hand over yours gingerly, testing the waters. You allowed it, allowed the comfort he was providing, and you both stared at each other for a few moments, soaking in the seemingly quiet moment you shared. You noticed the green in his eyes, a sagey but bright color flecked with gold that seemed to sparkle even more as he stared at you. He was looking at you, really looking at you, not through you, like your ex would. 

You pulled your hand away and smiled weakly. “I appreciate you taking my side. It would’ve been nice to have that a couple of months ago.” You said softly, folding your arms across your chest. You leaned back and Jake placed his arm across the back of the bench, fingers only inches from your shoulders, never touching, just waiting.

“I see you’ve met Hangman.” You heard Patrick’s voice over the lessening din of the bar as it cut through the moment you and Jake were settled in. 

“That your callsign?” You asked, smirking at him. Jake nodded.

“Yeah and maybe I’ll tell you how I got it over dinner.” Jake mused, leaving a card on the table as he retreated. Patrick sat down next to you, a wide smirk on his face. 

“That is a prime specimen and if you don’t at least fuck him while you’re here, you’re nuts.” Patrick said with a lilt of humor in his voice. You nudged him, watching as Jake made his way out of the bar, letting a last glance fall upon you. He smiled and saluted you. You tipped your head, acknowledging him. You did hope you'd see him again.

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This time you wore a pretty lavender colored dress, flowy in the skirt and a plain cotton material with a vee neck and short sleeves. Patrick's official ceremony was today, where he would get a service medal for his last deployment and his new rank announced in front of a group of his peers. 

You sat in the back of the crowd, simply there to support. When the ceremony was over, and he was conversing with his friends, fellow sailors and pilots, and his superiors, you decided to sneak off and try to find a bathroom. You had to pee. Bad. Making your way through double doors, you came to a foyer, a large entry way with pictures, of several higher ranking officers and candid moments from deployments.

As you peruse the photos, you forget about the bathroom. You smiled as you took in the memories displayed, but heard booted footsteps behind you. 

“Long time no see.” It was Jake. You did a double take. He was in his Navy standard khakis, hands folded behind his back as he strode up, a smirk painting his lips. He looked clean cut and well put together, even though he had looked that way the other night too. Without the haze of alcohol, without the noise and excitement of the bar, he looked handsome. He was handsome.

“I was looking for the bathroom.” You said sheepishly, glancing around. Jake chuckled and pointed down a hall to where there was a restroom sign. You sighed.

“You look beautiful.” He said softly, stepping closer. Your cheeks heated and you fidgeted with your fingers.

“How long are you here for?” You asked, brows furrowing. 

“Few months. On a break before my next deployment.” He murmured, leaning against the wall casually. He smirked. “You?”

“Just the week.” You said. He shook his head.

“Do you even want to go back? It didn't sound like you wanted to last night.” He asked. You shrugged.

“I have to.” You said, almost dejected.

“You don't have to.” He grinned.

“I can't afford to stay out here.” You said, folding your arms across your chest. Jake blew air from his lips and bounced off the wall.

“That's unfortunate because I'd love to get to know you better.” He said, stepping in closer to you. You took a shaky breath.

“You would?” You asked, backing into the wall behind you. You felt heat pool lower and your lips parted. 

“I would.” He placed a hand by your head on the wall and leaned in even closer. Your hands met his chest, stopping him from getting any closer. 

“I've never done this before.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion, thinking of your ex. Goddamn him.

“Been interested in a guy after a break up?” Jake asked, voice softer than you expected.

“No...been divorced...thinking about moving on so quickly. I don't know how to do this.” You murmured. Jake reached up, brushing his thumb against your cheek, wiping away the tear that you hadn't even realized had escaped. 

“How about you just let yourself feel something other than guilt? What he did wasn't your fault.” Jake's voice was low but almost...reassuring.

“Then why does it feel like it is?” You asked, as if you're begging him to have the answer.

“Because you weren't given closure and you didn't deserve not having that either.” Jake wiped another tear away, then cupped your cheek.

“What do you think I deserve?” You asked, your voice beginning to shatter like glass, just like your emotions. Your fingers claw at his shirt, as if they were grasping for that closure in him.

“A second chance.” He said, his lips now only inches from yours. Your breath quickened and he watched as your eyes darted from his to his lips and back.

“You're just trying to get into my panties.” You offered but he shot it down immediately.

“I'm not. Give me a chance to show you.” He pleads softly. 

“What by taking me to dinner?” You asked, nearly scoffing. Dinner was the oldest trick in the book and you were tired of it.

“No, something different.” He said, staying in your space. You let him.

“Like?”

“Give me your number and I'll text you tomorrow with plans.” He said and you hesitate, one, two, three beats before holding out your hand. He gives you his phone and you put it under ‘east coast girl’ with an anchor emoji. He smirks when he sees it. He drums his fingers on the wall and then pushes away from you. He winks and backs away, nearly hitting the opposite wall as he leaves, making you giggle at how silly he looked. 

Your heart sounded in your chest, excitedly by the thought of trying something new with someone new. 

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Jake shoots you a text in the morning just like he said he would. That makes your heart flutter again.

Hot Pilot Jake: pick you up at seven, wear comfy clothes, nothing fancy 

His name in your phone was courtesy of Patrick and you hoped Jake never saw it. You'd change it before tonight just in case. You edited the name to just ‘Jake’. You puzzled over what he meant then.

Nothing fancy. The only not fancy thing you'd brought was a pair of jeans and an oversized t-shirt with your favorite band's logo on it. You figured maybe it could be a talking point. You got dressed and lounged for most of the day, panicking slightly at all of the emotions you were feeling around this ‘date’. You felt guilty,like you shouldn't be entertaining this but maybe Jake was right. Maybe you did need to just let go and feel something else. And he was offering to guide you there which he wouldn't ever know how much you appreciated. Not right away, at least. 

When Jake arrived to pick you up, your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him. Backwards ball cap, black muscle shirt with a silver logo on the front, and black shorts, along with running shoes. 

He was too gorgeous for you. At least that's what your brain kept telling you. He was too good looking to be interested in you. And you kept telling yourself that s he wanted was what was between your legs. He'd prove you wrong by the end of the night.

He helped you up into the big black GMC diesel truck that he drove and then you were off. He had the radio on low, country music, and you found yourself comforted at the fact that he even listened to anything. Your ex preferred silence when he drove.

The sun was beginning to set and when he pulled off the road and parked, your heart started up again. 

“Wait here.’ He said, putting a hand up. He gathered some things from the back and went to the bed of the truck. He prepared a place for you both to sit and pulled the cooler out where he had food and drinks. Once everything was ready, he went to your door and helped you out, then into the bed of the truck. He climbed up after and pulled his shoes off. You did the same and he placed both pairs on the tailgate away from you. 

“What kind of sandwich would you like?” He asked, reaching in and pulling one out for himself. You shrugged. 

“Surprise me.” You said with a small smile. He handed you a sandwich wrapped in foil and you opened it. Turkey, cheese, mayo, mustard. Coincidentally, one of your favorites. You both ate quietly and he cracked open a cold cider beer for you both. You clinked bottles together and took a sip. 

He opened a bag of chips and you both reached your hands in at the same time. You blushed. He chuckled and took his out, letting you go first. You did and when he took a chip after, he held it out to you. You attempted to grab it with your fingers but he pulled it away. He tried again and held the chip in front of your lips. You took it in your mouth and smirked as you chewed. He grinned wide and took another for himself. As you both finished your food, Jake cleaned up the trash and then he leaned back against his side of the truck bed. You smiled as you swirled the last of your beer around in the bottle and then pointed at him, leaning back as well.

“I thought you were gonna murder me.” You laughed and he feigned hurt before chuckling.

“I would never. I’m not a monster like your ex.” Jake mused and your brows furrowed. He wasn’t exactly wrong. While your ex wouldn’t go that far, it was still horrible of him to do what he did to you. Jake motioned for you to scoot over next to him. You hesitated, but eventually decided to move and sit next to him. He placed his arm around your shoulders and you let him. 

You glanced at him, observed him, seeing how devastatingly charming he was. How very handsome he was. The charisma almost reminded you of your ex. But Jake was different. Jake had an ego, but one that he could back up. He was, after all, a decently higher ranking Naval Aviator. You studied Jake as he did the same to you. Both of you locked eyes, but it was Jake who leaned in. It was Jake who reached up and brushed his knuckles over your cheek. It was Jake who waited for you to close the distance between the two of you, but begged for it at the same time.

And it was you who touched your lips to his first.

It was a tentative kiss, almost unsure, but not from him. No, from him you felt certainty. From him you felt...steadiness. From him, you felt safety. He reached up and cupped your face in his hands, gently. He was taller, broader, stronger than your ex, but somehow he was softer. Somehow he was more sensitive. Maybe it was because you were looking for it, or maybe it was because he just was that way, but you melted into Jake, into his warmth and refuge. 

As you parted, Jake's sage green eyes met yours, and his lips twitched. He saw in your eyes, what you were feeling. He saw the guilt, the anguish, the struggle, the fucking turmoil that your mind was wheeling and dealing and he pulled you into a tight embrace. One that made you think twice about going home. One that made you want to stay here a little longer.

“What are you doing to me?” You whispered unintentionally and you felt Jake smirk into your hair.

“Trying to convince you it wasn't your fault.” His voice was low, but soft, and he smoothed a hand over your hair. You bit your lip and looked up at him.

“You're making it too hard to let go.” You said softly and Jake tilted his head.

“I don't think you wanted to let go in the first place.” He murmured. You stayed silent for a while, rifling through the confusion in your brain. You wanted to stay. You wanted Jake. He had shown you more care and respect in the past three days than your ex ever had in the years you had been married. You swallowed hard, wondering what your life might look like if you decided to stay here. How could you afford it? Would Jake take care of you? Or would he dump you as soon as he got in your panties? Everything was uncertain and that felt awful to you. 

But with Jake, it all felt a little lighter.

He brought you home, and at the door, he simply kissed your temple and then shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as your hand lingered on the door. You invited him in.

“I may not read words on a page...but people...people I read every piece of.” Jake murmured, his eyes flicking to yours and holding your gaze. “And I don't think you're the kind of girl lookin’ for a one night stand. I think whoever he was, because of whatever he did, he didn't deserve you.”

“And you do?” You asked, brows furrowing. Jake reached for you, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I didn't say that. No, I don't deserve you. But I'd sure as hell like to earn the right to have you.” Jake's fingers lingered on yours, gentle, steady, not begging, just waiting. You took in a shaky breath.

“You seem like the type of guy who just takes what he wants.” You said, drawing back slightly. He chuckled lowly.

“Oh, I am, but with some things, you can't do that. Some things are too good to take. Sometimes the journey to getting them is far too beautiful to not enjoy.” Jake’s lids lowered, and you noticed his lips twitch. Your gaze caught his, stayed there, searching. You were searching for a reason not to go through with this. A reason to stop. But you couldn't find one that Jake wouldn't turn down, that he wouldn't poke a hole through. You wanted him to come in. You wanted the one night to turn into many more. He squeezed your hand and pulled away, his fingers leaving yours. His smile was weak, like he knew he was hurting you at that moment. “If you’d like, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded, biting your lip. “I’d like that.” You admitted. Jake’s smile grew wider then before leaving and it stayed that way until he was home and laying comfortably in his bed. He thought of you that night, and you thought of him, until you both fell asleep.

After your date with Jake, Patrick had wanted to know everything, but there was a little bit of your date that you wanted to keep close to your heart. The way Jake made you feel, you wanted to keep that between you and him. That wasn’t for anyone else to know, not even your best friend.

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Jake: ill pick you up, i have something else planned, is seven okay?

You replied with a yes and this time, you picked a pretty blue dress, simple short sleeves, v-neck, skirt that fell flowy to just above your knees. You just paired it with pretty flip flops, just incase Jake had something crazy planned.

Your ex had hated when you wore dresses.

Everyone is looking at you. I don’t want people looking at you.

Just a reminder of how jealous  and insecure he was. Here and now though, without him, you were free to do what you wanted. And you had a feeling that Jake didn’t mind if people looked at you, especially if you were hanging off of his arm.

Jake picked you up at seven on the dot, and when you asked what you were doing, he simply replied ‘nothing’ with a big smirk. Your brows furrowed and you watched out the window as the small cottages passed by, all cookie-cutter like in size and shape. It didn't take long and Jake pulled into the driveway of a small house, similar to the other, except an American flag and a Navy flag hung from near the front door. 

Jake turned his truck off and hopped out, going around to your side to help you down, much like a princess exiting a horse drawn carriage, except your chariot was a tuned GMC Duramax diesel that you looked at a little too long when Jake left last night, and your prince was a Naval Aviator, dressed in a white t-shirt that showed every defined abdominal muscle when the wind blew, and black athletic shorts.

He led you up the steps and through the door, where you were greeted by a beautiful black dog, with amber eyes, pointed ears, and a sleek coat. He was medium sized and excitedly jumped at Jake, but poked at your hand gently. 

“Ballast, platz.” Jake commanded and the dog obeyed, going to a bed in the corner of the room. When you entered,  you noticed there was no hallway, just the living and kitchen. There was a small square table, presumably his dinner table, and he had a tv mounted on the wall. His sofa was small, just enough for no more than four people to sit on, but everything felt cozy. Jake turned to you. “Did you want me to show you around or...”

“Sure. I’m assuming this is your place?” You said with a small smile. He nodded and smirked.

“It is. A little better than on base housing. Closer to the water. And a backyard for the pup.” He glanced at the dog, who wagged his tail. Jake released him from his place and the dog circled you and Jake a few times before settling. Jake ran a hand over the dog's head and the dog whined and panted, while looking between you and Jake. 

Jake knelt down and rubbed the dog's neck. “I know I brought a girl home. It's supposed to be against bro code but I really like this one.” He said to the dog, then his gaze shifted to you. 

You blushed. Then, you decided to try something. You batted your eyelashes and smiled wide.

“You like me, huh?” You asked, and Jake rose, crowding your space immediately. You feel your cheeks heat more at his proximity. His breath is warm and minty in your face as he reaches up to brush hair from your face. He's staring at you in a way that you've never known or seen. You might call it reverent.

“I do like you.” He murmured, closing some of the distance between the two of you. You searched his eyes then, looking for a shred of a lie, as if you could see it in his irises. You knew you couldn't but you knew what love looked like, and you might dare say underneath reverence, was love. 

You closed the gap. Jake draws back, only slightly,  almost surprised at your neediness. It manifests in your fingers, tugging at his short blond locks, in your hips pressing against his, in your body begging for his. 

You could feel his smirk. You could feel the lust coursing through him. And you felt it deep down within yourself, that primal need to fuck. You hadn't felt this way in a long time. Not since you had met your ex husband, but this time it felt different. This need felt different. It was stronger, more solid. Maybe it was because this was all new and exciting, or maybe, just maybe you were starting to develop feelings for the blond aviator.

His arms wind around you and pull you closer. He presses his body into you, pushes you back toward the stairs and when the back of your heels hit the step, you glance back. Your gaze settles on Jake and he raises his brows, motioning toward upstairs.

“You wanted a tour right?” He said, huskily. You nodded with a huge smirk. You turned and he followed you upstairs, biting his lip as he watched your hips sway, your ass in his face as you both headed up the stairs. The black dog followed, hot on Jake’s heels but as you both got the top step, Jake asked the dog to ‘platz’ again. He turned to you and guided you toward an open door, where you saw a bed, with a white sheet and two pillows. Very standard. There was a small balcony and there was a cool breeze coming through it, making the sheer curtains blow gently. 

Jake led you to the balcony, letting you look out at it for a moment. You took in the shoreline below, the palm trees sparsely littered along the coast here and there. The sun was setting, hues of orange, pink, and blue melding together in the sky. Jake’s arms snaked around your waist and you let yourself melt into him. You let your head fall against his chest. You let your back lean into his chest and you let his fingers trace patterns across your mid-section. 

You turned in his arms, and reached up to run your fingers through the blond hair at his temples. You tilted your head, noticing there was a tiny bit of grey on either side.

“Does this conclude the tour?” You asked softly. Jake grinned.

“Well, this concludes the house tour, but...there’s another type of tour I could give you.” He said, as you giggled, your hands meeting his chest then. Your eyes locked for a long few moments before you spoke again.

“I think I’d be up for that tour.” You say softly, stretching up to kiss him. You felt him sigh heavily, and he began stepping into your space, forcing you backwards away from the balcony, and toward the bed. He was gentle, his body leading the way. Your legs hit the back of the bed and you lowered yourself, looking up at him from hooded lids. You poked your nose toward him and he knelt down in front of you, his hands meeting your thighs, pausing.

He was looking for permission.

You placed your fingers atop his, then moved his hands to the hem of your dress. You wordlessly asked him to start there. It had been months since you had been with anyone. Months since you’d had release. You needed this, wanted it, but you were nervous. You’d gotten used to your ex, who, at the end, wouldn’t even look at you when you had sex. 

Jake’s eyes met yours, his hands moving up and under the skirt of your dress. They were warm and rough as they met your hips. He hooked his thumbs in the band of your panties. You placed your hands on the sheets and leaned back slightly, allowing Jake to pull the pretty lingerie off that you'd picked. 

“My favorite color.” He murmured, holding them up by one finger, his gaze fixated on the navy blue satin panties. Yes, you did match it to your dress. Yes, you guessed at what color he might like. Yes, you had worn it hoping he would get the chance to do exactly this. You didn't want a one night stand. You just wanted Jake.

He stood then, slotting himself between your thighs. He pulled you closer, letting you feel him through his shorts. Your cheeks went red and his eyes narrowed slightly.

“You sure about this?” He asked, as he pushed the skirt of your dress up at the same time. You nodded hesitantly and he clocked it. He reached up, cupping your cheek. “We don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You said, firmly. Jake raised a brow. 

“Why?” He asked, fingers trailing down to your shoulder, pushing the fabric of your dress down so that it rested against your upper arm, exposing your bare skin. He tilted his head.

“Because I want to know if I actually like you or if I just want to have sex with someone.” You admitted. Jake bit his lip and his other hand came up to pull the dress sleeve from your other shoulder. His eyes were hooded as a small smirk formed, his thumb brushing against your collarbone. The gesture was small but it made you shiver. The way his fingers moved didn’t feel like he wanted to have sex, they felt like he wanted to explore. Like he was excited to explore you.

“So, if we have sex, and you don’t want me after, are you just going to leave?” He asked, hand traveling around to the middle of your back. He was looking for a bra. His fingers paused when he found none, head tilting the other way, smirk growing wider.

“If you wanted me to, yes.” You said, as his hand traveled around to the front of your dress. Your breasts fit perfectly in his hands and he squeezed gently before you saw his eyes darken even more. The realization hit him that the front of your dress was padded and all he had to do was slip it down to expose your breasts made his cock twitch.

“I wouldn’t want you to.” He murmured, eyes darting to yours. His hands were warm on your skin and you could almost feel the electricity between the two of you, the sense of anticipation that was coursing through you both. Your brows raised at his comment.

“But if I didn’t want you...” You began and he leaned down, taking your lips in a needy kiss before speaking.

“I would convince you otherwise.” He said softly, and your hands met his chest then, fingers curling into his shirt. You tugged unconsciously and he pulled away for a short moment, to remove the white t-shirt. You swallowed hard as he revealed tanned, toned skin, rippling muscle that flexed with the smallest movement. Your eyes traveled down to the v-line that led into his shorts and your breath caught, noticing the outline of his length. You’d felt how hard he was, but now that you were seeing it, you almost didn’t believe it. 

Your ex could barely look at you, and Jake was looking like he craved you. You weren’t the problem.

“You okay?” He asked and you nodded, your eyes tracking up over the hard planes before you to his face, that naughty smirk plastered there. You took a deep breath, letting it out shakily before reaching for your dress. He watched as you slowly pushed the fabric down, exposing your breasts to the cool air, the nipples pebbling. Jake licked his lips as he watched your breasts bounce free. He wanted to grab them, squeeze them, suck on them, but he didn’t want to scare you away either. He wanted to take it at your pace, because he could tell you were still unsure. His hands met your forearms and traveled up, thumbs tracing your jawline, then stopping to cup your cheeks again. He bent down once more, lips gentle on yours. 

You reached for his chest, never having felt muscle like he had. You explored for a few moments, hands feather light against his skin. He allowed it, letting you run your hands up and down and memorize his body. You paused at his hips, at the waistband of his shorts, and you glanced up. He nodded. 

Your fingers dipped beneath the elastic, pushing the material down. He had boxer briefs underneath, and the scent of his sweat, his arousal hit your nose then. His shorts fell to pool at his feet and your hands reached for the briefs, beginning to pull them down too. Jake stopped you though.

“Whoa there, let me give you some attention too. We can take turns.” He said, placing your hands on his stomach. He guided you further onto the bed, climbing over the top of you. As he pulled your dress down, fingers brushing your sides, and your hips, and your thighs, you let your head fall back against the mattress. His touch was soft, and you hadn’t felt anything like it in such a long time that it felt almost too good to be true. 

Jake studied you for a moment as he removed your dress completely, watching your expression change from reluctance to pleasure. He threw your dress to the floor, again climbing over you, but this time he spread your legs, and pressed his length against you, the only barrier being the fabric of his boxer briefs. The feeling of his hardness elicited a small moan from you. 

“What do you like, baby? Do you wanna do it like this, or is there a position that's more comfortable for you?” He asked, mouth hovering over your breasts. He pressed a kiss to the top swells, and you sighed, the feeling of his warm lips on skin reserved only for a lover sparking fire low in your belly. 

“I don't know...I've never been...”

“No one has ever asked you what you like?” He asked and you shook your head. He scoffed. “Well, you've never been treated right by a man then.”

Jake let his lips fall further, connecting with one of your nipples. Your breath caught and you felt him smirk, as he gently touched his teeth to the skin, not hard enough to hurt, but not too soft that you couldn't feel them. He teased both nipples, sucking and nipping carefully, all the while his eyes on your expression, which delved deeper into pleasure the more he worked.

When he ceased, he rose, his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, more wanton than before. It made your head spin and your hands gripped his biceps. You felt the muscles underneath flexing as he hovered over you. Your hands traveled up and around to the back of his neck, nails pressing into the back of his shoulder muscles. He drew back, and pushed the boxer briefs down all the way finally, letting a groan of relief escape his lips. You felt heat blossom below your waist and at the back of your neck, spreading around to your cheeks. Jake saw this, saw the rosiness settle, and it only fueled him more. 

“One second.” He said softly, backing off the bed. He went to his nightstand and opened the top drawer. You propped yourself up, watching as he pulled a condom and a bottle of lube from it. He placed them on the bed next to your hip and then he knelt at the side of the bed, pulling you by your hips toward him. He splayed his hands on your stomach and rubbed his thumbs over the soft flesh there. Your brows furrowed as he kissed just above your belly button. Then below it. Then he kissed the dip at your hips, grazing his teeth over the layer of natural padding you had. 

You felt the room spin as you watched him kiss up and down your inner thighs, You felt your pleasure building and he hadn’t even touched you where you wanted him most yet. No man before him had ever taken this much time before shoving his face between your legs, but Jake. He was teasing you and taking his time so that you would be ready for him. 

“If at any point, it’s too much, or you don’t like something, tell me. I want you to feel comfortable, okay?” He said, rubbing his thumbs up and down the back of your thighs, before pressing a long kiss to the crease where your leg and thigh met. You nodded, because that was all you could muster. You couldn’t form words at the moment. You barely had any thoughts either, just static between your ears and that static ceased when Jake dipped his tongue inside you for the first time. 

He was gentle, more so than you’d expected. He was a damn Navy pilot. They were all raucous and wild. Not Jake. Jake was reserved. He commanded any room he was in. But he was also calculating. He was puzzling over every move he made and not just how it would benefit him, but how it would benefit you.

He took long, languid laps at your center with his tongue, his hands still splayed wide on your stomach. He felt your abs tense and release as he worked you further up to the peak of your pleasure. He hummed, letting his eyes close, letting himself get lost in your taste. He drew away for a moment, inhaling evenly through his nose and dragging a hand down to pull your pussy lips apart at the top. He used his thumb to push the skin up and expose your clit even more. 

When he dove back in, alternating between sucking on your clit and thrusting his tongue into you, your hips bucked, unable to control your body’s natural urges. He chuckled as you kept moving, your head lolling back against the sheet, your hands gripping the sheets above your head. He stayed there, but his warm breath only pushed you closer as he coaxed you toward that final peak.

“That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good. Such a good girl.” You laughed at his words, out of surprise, out of excitement, out of ecstasy, as he continued, adding one more layer to the mix of sensations. His thumb. He pressed his thumb firmly on your clit, and drew small circles before placing his mouth back over you, taking one long drag, sucking hard one last time before you fell apart. You called his name, felt your walls pulse hard at nothing, felt your muscles seize, your fingers dig into the sheets. Your breath came out in shallow pants and he kept his mouth on you, gently licking you through your comedown. 

Your heart pounded and your breathing took a few minutes to come back to baseline again. Your eyes met his, and then you reached down, running a hand through his short blond locks. He preened, smiling like he’d just done the best thing ever. And he did. At least for you. He wiped his mouth on the sheets, then stood, and you couldn't help but look down at his cock, hanging hard between his legs. You’d seen the outline of it earlier, felt it against you, but seeing it now, you realized he was a little bigger than average. He was certainly bigger than your ex. Not by much, but enough for you to notice and you bit your lip as he reached for the condom, ripping it open with his teeth. He rolled it onto his length and placed the wrapper on the nightstand. He took the lube and flicked it open, but before he poured any out, he looked at you.

“Is it okay if I use some? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” He said and your brows knitted. You propped yourself up.

“Uhm. I’ve never needed it before.” You said and he raised a brow.

“You’ve never used lube?” He asked. You shook your head.

“I mean, I’ve wanted to but...” You began but he shook his head, waving a hand.

“He didn’t want you to? That’s shitty. Doesn’t matter if you’re wet already. A little lube helps it feel even better, I promise.” Jake assured you. 

“I’m not opposed to it. I just wasn’t expecting it. I wasn’t expecting any of this really.” You said, your voice still slightly shaky from the orgasm he’d given you. He smiled, a genuine one that reached his eyes. He climbed onto the bed and repositioned your legs so they were spread wide again, slotting himself as close as he could. 

“I want you to feel good. If you feel good, I feel good. Got it?” He asked and you nodded hastily. His cock was draped over your center. He glanced down, then back up at you for permission. You bit your lip, wanting to ask for something, but not wanting to interrupt his actions. He noticed though, watching your eyes dart from his length, to his lips. He squirted some lube onto his palm, then rubbed along his length to spread it. He put a little bit more on two fingers, then dipped them just at your entrance. He saw you still looked hesitant, so he asked,“What’s wrong?”

“ I...um ...can you...I’m sorry, it’s silly, Nevermind, go ahead.” You stuttered, glancing away from him, embarrassed. He wouldn’t have that though, guiding your gaze back to his by way of two fingers on your chin.

“What do you need from me? Tell me. Is there something you like that you want me to do?” Jake said, and your bit your lip a little harder before your jaw tightened. 

“Can you...when you put it in...can you kiss me...at the same time?” You shifted uncomfortably after asking, feeling silly. You avoided eye contact, but Jake wouldn't have that either. He leaned down, using one strong forearm to hold himself up. His lips hovered over yours.

“I can do that, of course.” He said, doing exactly what you asked, lips connecting with yours. You brought your hands up and cupped his cheeks, fingers combing through the hair at his temples as he took himself in his other hand and rubbed the tip of his cock through your folds, coating himself with more lube and your wetness. When he pushed inside of you, he moaned into your mouth, and you did the same, melding into one shared sound of satisfaction. Once he had an inch or two in, he let go and brought his other hand up. He placed both hands around your head, sinking further into you, letting you feel every inch, letting you adjust slowly to him. He slid in so easily, between the lube and your own arousal, as you continued making out, you could only think how nothing had ever felt this good with your ex. 

When he was fully sheathed inside your warmth, Jake paused, and broke the kiss. 

“Good?” He asked, his voice dropped an octave from before. You smiled up at him, brushing your fingers through the hair at his temples. He leaned in for another kiss, then began to move his hips, slowly at first, and you knew this was very different. You could feel how strong he was, and how much he was holding back. You moved your hands down to his chest, dragging your nails gently down. His thrusts were measured, even, and your movements didn’t seem to affect him, even as your fingers brushed over his nipples, down his torso, feeling the coils of muscle in his lower half as he began to pick up his pace slightly. 

You thought it was all innocent, but Jake was barely hanging on. He was breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth, trying to keep his composure, trying to make love to you, not fuck you. He didn’t want this to be one night. He wanted more, and if he could show you just how good he could be, maybe you’d think about staying.

Your hands traveled back up to his shoulders, then down to his biceps, where they stayed, wrapping your small hands around his bulging muscles. He slowed for a moment to kiss you again, and you could feel the lust passing between the two of you. You hadn’t realized your second orgasm was building, coming quickly, not until your lips met again. You felt your walls clench, and you know Jake felt it too, because he shifted slightly, tilting his pelvis just slightly for a different angle. You sucked in a sharp breath at the same time he did, your eyes locking onto his green ones.

Jake felt his balls draw up tight, his abdominal muscles tighten and he knew he was at the edge, just about where he couldn’t come back from. He sped up a little more, and that was when your mouth dropped open, small sounds of pleasure begging to leave your lips in time with his thrusts. He kissed your neck, down to your collarbone, grazing his teeth over it as his hips stuttered, losing rhythm, losing control. He held on for a few more thrusts before he let out a low and guttural groan, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your hands flew up to the back of his neck, nails digging in as you too, came undone, muscles clamping down hard around him. He stilled, filling the condom. He stayed there, raising his head then to kiss your jaw.

Jake felt a wave of exhaustion roll over him, his vision blurring for a second as he felt your pussy flutter around his length. Your fingers combed through his hair comfortingly, letting him know that you were good.

He didn’t ask how you felt. He knew. He could feel it. Could feel you. He could see just how flushed your cheeks were, how swollen your lips were, and he could feel the warmth between the two of you. Jake let his length slip from you, and he stepped off the bed for a moment. You sat up, taking a deep breath, body still feeling electric with post orgasmic bliss. Jake motioned for you to follow him, helping you to stand, legs shaky. 

He led you to the bathroom, and he carefully pulled the condom off, disposing of it, then wiping himself off. 

“Do you want to rinse yourself off or do you want me to help?” He asked, eyes flicking to the shower. 

“Help?” You half-asked, and the corner of Jake’s lips turned up. He brushed past you, turning the water on warm, borderline hot, before taking your hand and guiding you over the short wall, making sure you didn’t slip. He stepped over it as well and closed the curtain. 

“I only have my soap and shampoo so if you want to actually wash yourself, you’re gonna smell like blue cypress and...” He took the bottle from the shelf and read it aloud. “Uh...coastal air. Apparently.” 

You giggled softly. “I wouldn’t mind smelling like you.”

He smirked wide as he squeezed some of the body wash into his hand and lathered it, then began to wash your body first. He didn’t scrub, just smoothed his hands over your wet skin, and he took special care to between your legs. Once you were all soapy, he washed himself, just a quick and rough scrub before helping you rinse yourself off. 

When all was said and done, he offered you a towel and he wrapped his around his waist, leaving you to do anything else you needed to, but not before pressing a kiss to your forehead. As he left the bathroom, you took a moment, looking in the mirror. You looked, really looked at yourself and for a moment, you studied yourself in the mirror. You felt the tension of the past few months had melted away, and as you thought of the blond pilot just across the hallway in the bedroom, you smiled. Not a fake one, a genuine, huge smile. A smile you hadn’t smiled in a long time. After drying yourself and peeing quickly, you headed back into the bedroom, and found Jake laying under the sheets, an arm behind his head. His other was draped across his stomach. 

“So, are you staying?” He asked, and you grinned, climbing underneath the sheets and cuddling against him.

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You shifted, opening one eye halfway. You felt hot breath on your neck, and a warm body against your own. You pushed back against him, remembering that Jake was laying behind you, under the sheets, and it was hot under them. You rolled just in time to see him grin and open his eyes. 

“You're up early.” His voice was raspy and rough, his fingers instinctively dancing across your lower back.

“Every day.” You said softly, and Jake brought a hand up, running his fingers through your hair gently. His eyes studied you.

“Stay.” He begged, his nose brushing your cheek, fingers working steady circled on your bare hip. You knew what he meant. Not just stay the morning, or the rest of the day. He meant stay with him, be with him.

“Jake...I...” You hesitated. You're brows knitted. You felt tears sting your eyes.

“Don't tell me you can't. Just promise me you will.” He murmured, his lips feather light as they connected with yours. He was offering something that you didn't think would ever come again. A second chance, and safety. You wanted it. Craved it. Needed it, just like you'd needed him last night. You bit your lip. He was staring expectantly. 

“I'll...”

“Stay. Give this a chance.” He said, your brows knitted in the middle, never having known the want that he was displaying. He bit his lip then. “Give us a chance.”

“I...want...to...but...” Your gaze dropped.

“Don't tell me you're scared. I don't believe that for a second.” His voice was softer then, as if he knew you needed reassurance. 

“I am though.” You admitted. 

“You've already done the hardest part. You left him.” He said. 

“Yeah, but the next part...leaving my home. The only one I’ve ever known. That’s even scarier.” Your voice trembled and Jake pulled you closer,  wrapping his arms around you. 

“I’m on leave for a few months until my next deployment. I can help. I’ll come with you.” Jake said into your hair, kissing the top of your head. 

“You don’t need to.” You curled into his chest, your words a lie. You wanted him to.  You did need him to.

“But I want to.” He murmured, and you settled, listening to his heart, and hearing your own sync up with his while you both began to drift back to sleep. 

You slept until late morning. You awoke and you had sex again, a different position, a different, more needy, rougher, encounter but still wholly satisfying in the same way as last night. 

Jake made you breakfast and you helped him with the dishes after. You both walked Ballast on the beach, chatting as you went, learning new things about each other every minute. 

And when you got back, you went for round three, learning each other's bodies. Learning everything that you could about each other, trying to figure out if this was what you really wanted. If he was who you really wanted. 

You told Patrick you were going to stay with Jake again tonight. He screamed with happiness on the other end of the line, making you laugh. 

It felt easy with Jake, the domesticity, and you wondered what you would do if you stayed, and when he was deployed again. What would that look like? Jake assuaged your fears though, telling you it would look like you exchanging letters back and forth for three months and living in his cottage with Ballast to protect you, while he flew missions and told you how much he missed you. 

Jake wanted to settle down. He wanted to find someone he could care for and he was willing to do whatever he had to give you a second chance because he knew you deserved it. 

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You were ready to leave. To go back home. You'd said goodbye to Patrick, thanked him for everything, and now standing at the terminal in the airport, you took a deep breath. You looked at the flights, 10:15 to Logan International Airport in Boston. You watched as it got closer, as the time between now and you arriving home got shorter. 

You felt a hand at your back, and warm lips at your temple. You glanced up into sage green eyes. His tags hung on the outside of his shirt, and he held the black dog's leash in one hand and rolled his suitcase in the other. 

“Ready?” He asked, smiling and you reflected it back.

“Ready for anything, Jake.” You said, intertwining your fingers with his and heading to your plane. You were headed home. 

With Jake. 

[kitsuneheart]

On the Sonic fandom and purity culture

I guess the harassment of the artist Shaddycatz has sparked up again, and it got me wanting to talk about the Sonic fandom and this really laughable rise in purity culture within the fandom. Shaddycatz works in drawn art, but I specifically have Thoughts™ on fanfic and people not understanding what the fuck the AO3 rating and tagging system is for.

When I drop into a new fandom, especially if it has me writing fic after a long hiatus, I enjoy taking part in the online community, and have really enjoyed Discord for that. For the most part, my experiences on Discord have been absolutely lovely.

Until this exchange below. Names redacted, each person assigned a color instead.

Wow. What a hot fucking take. Splitting off smut into a separate work in a series is "directly marketing explicit stories to teenagers."

The thing is, I've shared these screenshots with a lot of people, and you know what two of the most common reactions are?

Oh, thank goodness! I love romance, but I'm sex repulsed! It's nice to read romance without having to scroll past the smut!

Oh, thank goodness! I just wanna read smut without struggling through 80k of romance.

That and: That is some fucked up purity culture bullshit.

Anyways, I leave that Discord (I later was on the lookout for new Discords and accidentally joined again and was kicked, so they still mad, lol) and go on to finish my fic, posting a new work in the series just for the smut.

Then I get this comment, which I have since deleted, cause I ain't letting nobody talk shit on my own damn fic.

What a fucking stretch in that first paragraph: posting Sonic fanfic with an Explicit rating is "incredibly age inappropriate content directed at a TEEN rated audience." As if they have never seen this:

That image there? That is a huge part of the entire POINT of AO3: reader choice and author freedom. As an author, you're allowed to post whatever you want. As a reader, you are expected to manage your own experience. The onus is on the reader to take care of themselves, which is entirely logical! Horror fans especially know this. I know horror fans that will gobble up absolute gore, UNLESS there's a scene involving eyes. But they don't go out and tell authors that they shouldn't write eye gore!

The commentor ending their rant with "I will always protect fiction as fiction" is so perplexing, because no. No, you fucking won't. That was the entire point of your comment.

Anyways, in a funnier turn of events, a few weeks ago, I got this Tumblr anon that still makes me snicker:

"If anyone found out im on here i would be burning in a stake in the woods." [sic]

Well, guess that old Discord isn't in accord, is it?

And, as a final thing: my age was sure damn important to that group. I make no attempt to hide it. I'm 38, turning 39 soon. I watched the premier of Sonic SatAM. I have composition notebooks in my garage filled with Sonic porn that is old enough to vote. And I can tell you...most of your favorite creators in this fandom...aren't in their teens. Deal with it.

TL;DR: Tag your stuff, ignore the haters.

Anyways, off to edit 30k of a fuck-or-die fic. See you soon!

[sonderinghiraeth]

Birthday Cake || Stan Pines/Reader

[it's officially my birthday, so of course, i'm churning out a self-indulgent Stan Pines quickfic where it's the readers birthday. eat up <3]

Word Count: 2.6k

[Tags: Smut]

You begrudgingly peeled your eyes open to the same sound of sparrows perched outside the water-colored window sill of the Mystery Shack. You rolled over on the full-sized mattress, reluctant to get up despite the date.

Your birthday.

Not that it meant anything. After the twins took off back down to California Stan gave Soos the keys to the shop and you the keys to the Shack. You can still recall so vividly the way he wrapped his big warm hands around yours, leaning into them.

"Listen, doll, I get it if you wanna skip town." He began, pressing his lips to each one of your knuckles. "But just think of it like a truck driver, yeah? I'll make sure Ford docks us at least once a month."

You still frowned, propped up on his bed. "What do I do when you're gone?"

He smirked. "Whatever you want. Don't let me hold you back. Just stay close to the coast when I come back, yeah? And don't let the place get too dusty." You could tell he was joking, but apart of you continued to ache with a certain loneliness even before he left.

It didn't help in the slightest when you received a phone call from Stan three days before your birthday, hearing the waves more than his own voice from the other side of the line. "Doll? Babydoll! Can ya hear me?" He yelled over the waves.

"Stan? Where are you?" You tried to speak loud enough for Stan to hear, leaning on the wood panel of the kitchen walls.

"Not sure!" He sighed, and you heard him away from the phone. "Sixer! Hold the sails! Gotta talk to the lady!" You heard more shuffling, then the opening and closing of a door as the waves became more background ambiance than a roaring thunder. "Sorry, it's hell out there."

"I could tell, what's going on?"

"Ford says some bullshit about magnetic pulls of a few things called Aqualifers, don't know, look like octopuses with turbines as tentacles to me." He muttered, you could hear him scratching his outgrown stubble over the phone.

"Sounds tedious, and like you haven't got all of them yet." You replied, looking over at your calendar. "How far out are you guys?"

Silence lingered until Stan's deep inhale and exhale echoed over the line. He spoke your name, sincerity laced. "Please don't be upset with me."

"You're not gonna be able to dock for my birthday, are you?" You interrupted him, monotone. It hadn't been the first time Stan wasn't able to dock for a big event.

"I've argued with Ford about it all damn week, sweetheart, he's dead set on taking care of these bastards right now."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but slide down the wall until your butt hit the floor. "Guess I'll spend it down at Greasy's with my slice of free pie." Your joke fell flat due to your tone, but you couldn't help it. You were hurt.

"When we get back, I'm gonna make it up to you tenfold baby. Just hold out for me." He pleaded, the winds creaking against the windows and doors over the line.

"I've been holding out for you for months, Stan." You retorted. "You promised me at least one visit a month, it's been two now. I was understanding at first, but it's my birthday." You were trying to not let your temper get ahold of your tongue, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult the longer you stayed away from Stan.

"Count on me by the end of this month, babydoll, I promise you."

You sighed, reeling in your resentful thoughts. You were about to speak, but the sound of a door crashing open interrupted you. "Stanley! Get out here! They're making their way up the boat!"

"Shit, I gotta bounce. I love you!"

You went to reply, but the line went dead as soon as his last word was uttered, leaving you to the same old silence of the shack.

Now your birthday had come to fruition, and the same silence permeated the walls as you exited the room and dragged yourself to brush your teeth, hair, and throw on a shirt and jeans when you should have been getting dolled up for some mid tier lunch Stan would overzealously proclaim was the most top-notch spot in all of Oregon.

When you turned the corner to fix coffee in the kitchen, you practically jumped out of your own skin to Stan's booming voice, yelling "SURPRISE!" while sprawled across the dinning room table, a cake with an indiscernible amount of candles in front of him. He had cleaned up, stubble shaved, and looked showered, in contrast to his usual post-docking look of sweat-stained clothes and borderlining beard.

Your grip on the doorframe slowly loosened at the register that it was Stan, here, in the kitchen when he said he wouldn't be. More than that. He was here with a cake, candles, and a stupid party hat attached to his chin.

"Stan?" You asked just to be sure, still at your post of the doorframe.

"In the flesh." He tutted, nudging the cake closer to your direction. "Come on, don't want wax on the cake."

Your face began to beam the closer you approached him, looking at him one more good time before bending over, and giving the candles a big blow as Stan whooped. "That's my girl!"

You laughed with him, helping Stan up from the kitchen table. "Man, I probably laid there for like, two hours. You should've seen how panicked I looked trying to light those candles when I heard the bedroom door open."

"You didn't have to do all this." You giggled, taking a greedy finger swipe of some cake icing from the edge, and popping it into your mouth. "Being here was sweet enough on its own. You told me you weren't even coming home, what happened to that?"

Stan's look of satisfaction grew. "That pitiful little pitch in your voice when I broke the news to you had me biting Ford's ass to get home. I couldn't stand to do that to you, so we raised hell on those bastards and got out of dodge the following night."

You smiled, chest heavy with something you could only discern as love. "Stan, you didn't have to do that. You could've got hurt."

"Hurt?" He scoffed, waving his hand dismissively. "Nothing could've hurt me more than missing my favorite girl's birthday." He hummed, finally pressing a kiss to your forehead.

You relished in it, following him towards his lips for more. Stan readily obliged, enveloping you in a kiss as he pulled you up into his arms. You had to restrain yourself from raking your hands through his hair, to do something to confirm he was real and standing here right now and it wasn't just some fucked up dream you were bound to wake up from any minute now.

"Come on, you have a cake to enjoy, and you need time to get dolled up for tonight." He purred, setting you down.

"Where are we going tonight?" You asked, fishing around the cupboards for the plates and forks.

"Finest restaurant in all of Oregon, Chart House."

You paused in your tracks, eyes widened. "Chart House?" You echoed, setting the plates down on the table. "Stan.. That's like, easy hundred dollars per person, without drinks. I don't... Are you sure?"

Stan waved his hand. "Some fancy research institute back in New York paid us an assload for some samples of the anomalies we've found. Ford took a plane ride there this morning." He explained, slicing each of you a piece. "Let's splurge, babydoll."

You smiled, taking a bite of cake. "Too good to me when you are here, y'know? I think I'd be spoiled rotten if you stuck around for more than a few days a month."

Stan laughed, taking his own bite. "Well, you have me all week, meaning I get to spoil you all week."

Your heart swelled, and you sat up from your seat. "Wait, all week? Why?"

"Ford's gonna be aiding in research there, I told him too brainy for me. I'd rather keep my lady company."

You wanted to squeal, but instead, you opted to lean over the table and press another kiss to his lips. "Way too good to me." You whispered in between the kiss.

Stan hummed, and if it weren't for the cake in between the two of you that you were awkwardly maneuvering around, he might've dragged you over the table himself. "Only a fraction of what you deserve."

You leaned back down into your seat, finishing up your cake in giddy silence with Stan.

You had become so used to living alone that it was almost instinct to head over to the sink, running hot water over the dishes. As you went to grab the sponge from the sink, a warm hand gripped at your wrist. "And just what do ya think you might be doin'?" Stan asked from behind you, his brow arched.

You turned back to look at him, cheeks dusted pink. "Washing my plate?"

"The birthday girl? Washing dishes?" He scoffed in disbelief. "Let me see that sponge."

You rolled your eyes. "Stan, I can do it." You insisted, but he turned you around to face him.

"Nuh uh, not havin' it."

You went to argue with him once more, but he stopped you as his took his thumb across the right side of your bottom lip. "Got some frosting still." He muttered, a smirk ghosting over his features.

You found yourself holding your breath, the tension between the two of you sizzled and snapped at each slight movement. You wanted to almost moan from it alone, finally becoming impatient and leaning in to kiss Stan.

Stan readily kissed you back, reaching behind you and turning the sink off before hoisting you up onto the edge of it, then sliding you down to the counter space beside it.

You chuckled, Stan parting the kiss to trail kisses all the way down and around your neck. "Aren't I supposed to be getting dolled up right about now?"

Stan hummed a disagreement. "I have enough time to remind you of your place again." He replied, tugging at your shirt until you indulged him and brought your hands above your head for him to take your shirt off entirely.

You had no bra underneath, much to Stan's delight. It wasn't like you intended to go anywhere today.

"I know we just had cake, but I think I might be ready for some more dessert." He teased, taking one nipple into his mouth.

You sighed out, arching into him. "Stan-" You breathed, a cocktail of plea and somewhat still rationale.

"What? You're telling me you haven't been just aching for me since I left? Don't try to lie to a con man, sweetheart. You were almost floodin' out of the lingerie you were in when I took those pictures of you last time." He muttered in between breasts, recalling the little impromptu Polaroid session Stan begged you into right before he left the last time.

"I have, I have, but-" You bit back a moan when his teeth grazed across your nipple, closing one eye. "I-It's early."

"Early bird gets the worm." He retorted coyly, stubbled kisses trailing to the hemline of your pants.

So, you allowed him to shuck your pants off right there on the kitchen counter. In fact, you might have allowed him to just about do anything to you in that moment. You were still reeling from the adrenaline of your surprise earlier, and just the fact that he ensured he would be here for your birthday was a major turn on.

Stan's fingers dipped into your panties, rubbing your clit to gauge your reaction. You whined, almost edging off the counter to get more pressure from him.

"There's my hungry girl." He whispered, dipping his head lower and down between your legs, having to spread them himself.

When he pushed your panties to the side and his tongue met your folds, you would've sworn you achieved nirvana. There was not a thought nor noise in that pretty little head of yours besides what was in front of you right here. Stan. That was all you ever seemed to care about.

Stan ravaged you with his tongue, licking the entirety of you before going to suck on your clit, using this as his chance to have two fingers glide into your cunt with a shocked yelp from you. However, Stan was absolutely relentless in his ways. He wouldn't be satisfied until you were dripping more than the leaky faucet next to you.

Just as your insides were beginning to clench and quake with your impending climax, Stan left your cunt, causing a crying whine from you in protest. Stan snickered, unbuckling his belt. "Oh, don't think I'm leaving you high and dry, baby, that was just for starters."

Stan guided you off of the counter, and instead, had you turn around and fit yourself over the oak at a ninety-degree angle. Your toes could barely touch the floor like this.

You moaned at just the tip of Stan's cock prodding at your entrance, teasing you as it rubbed back and forth on your clit. "That desperate, huh?" Stan grunted, feigning as if he wasn't just as desperate.

"Always for you." You responded, praying it would send him over the edge.

And over the edge it did. He didn't waste any time plunging himself inside of you, filling you to the brim until the head of him peppered a kiss against your cervix in a deliciously painful jolt to your core.

"Getting your present a little early, guess I'll have to make up for it later." Stan said through gritted teeth, pulling out just to dive back into you with the same force, keeping his pace at that steady pounding rate that drove you further into the counter with each thrust. "Fuck, I can feel all of you like this."

His words alone were enough to restart your incline, moaning shamelessly as it reverberated off the ingredient canisters in front of you. "Stan, Stan please- Oh my God-" You stammered, each syllable coming out chopped from his relentless thrusts.

"That's it, cum on this cock baby, I know that was one of your birthday wishes. Don't gotta play coy with me." He teased, his grip almost bruising to your hips. Just the way you liked it.

Your feet were entirely off the ground at this point, with Stan holding you up by pressing you into the counter, aiding you in feeling the imprint of him every time he re-entered you. You couldn't keep up with him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Stan-" You pleaded, the preemptive clenches of your climax returning with a harsher force.

And then, you unraveled, squeezing around his cock with each tremor and moan you emitted. Stan, ever the shameless, talked you the entire way through it.

"There it is, sweet Moses what a good girl you are, fuck, shit-" And there it was, Stan's cock twitched with his own climax deep inside of you.

Stan's pace slowed, his grip lightened enough to let your feet come back down to the floor. He was so gentle pulling out of you, yet the emptiness that followed was all the same.

The two of you laid and stood there for a second before Stan helped you stand from being bent over the counter, taking in all of you with your pants and panties down to your ankles. He drank you in, a smirk on his lips beginning to indicate a smartass remark.

Stan took two fingers, dragging them along your oversensitive cunt. The feeling alone almost caused you to double over. You had to grab onto Stan's shoulder to keep your knees from buckling as you yelped in protest.

He hummed a chuckle, bringing his fingers to his lips and enveloping them. They stayed there for a second, before he released them with a 'pop!'

Stan paused and gazed up at the ceiling, as if he were assessing a tasting for some sort of fine glass of wine. He then made a 'hmph' of satisfaction, looking at you with half-lidded eyes, the dreaded smirk returning.

"Better than any birthday cake I've ever tasted."

[sleepyjackets]

squeaky clean 🫧

pairings: toxic se-mi x reader

summary: you enter the squid games after being down on your luck yet you find yourself facing more bad luck when your ex finds you there with her

tags/warnings: smut, some angst, toxic!se-mi, fingering, public sex, p0rn with plot, dirty talk, ex girlfriend, se-mi is high key a manipulator

a/n: i wrote this a while back and revised it since season 3 is out and this fandom is finally alive again 🥳

If there was one person you could trace all your current problems back to it was her.

Some sketchy guy in a suit had offered you money to play dalgona with him on the subway. Which you didn't think twice before saying yes because you'd do anything for money after being down on your luck for the past few months. Whose fault was this?

Se-mi.

You two had dated for almost 3 years and moved in together. She convinced you to quit your job once she proposed. But you later found that she was cheating on you with your own best friend. She's always been a dirtbag but she was a loveable dirtbag whose many flaws you were blind to by choice (atleast for the first 2 years). Besides the cheating she was just not a good partner whatsoever but god was she so good making you feel like this relationship was actually good for you. Se-mi would make jokes about gaslighting you but it never dawned on you that she was doing that exact thing.

After moving out you essentially had no money. Your only option was to pick up 3 different jobs and work yourself to death until you joined these games.

After waking up you looked around trying to figure out how the hell you got here from that cramped bus. When you turn your head the first thing you see is the person you hold the most hate for in your heart.

Oh fuck me.

You run up to her and grab her arm, whispering in her ear harshly.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

She turns around and smiles that same enchanting smile that makes you forget how much you want to scream in her handsome face.

"Same reason you're here," She says with a small smile while her eyes drag over your frame with no shame. That's just Se-mi, If there was one word to describe her it would be shameless. While you're stuck in your thoughts you hear a laugh that's way too familiar and immediately snap back.

"You're here, I'm here, we should work together" She steps a little closer

"Did you just forget or something?" You ask with pure disbelief

"No but I'd like to believe that the past is the past you know? Brighter pastures ahead baby" She reaches her hand towards your cheek and you slap it away.

"Don't touch me. Or even speak to me." Your voice is hushed for the most part but towards the end you raise it

"You came up to me, sorry for assuming you were willing to put the past aside" She raises her hands in fake surrender

"That's it that's what you do. You make me feel like shit for not putting up with you and your weird little mind games" You're finally yelling at her the way you've wanted to yell at her for months.

"I'm not trying to fuck with your head baby, I'm not smart enough for that"

Then she just walks away. You know exactly what she is trying to do and you're falling for it in the same way you have many times before. She points out some bullshit insecurity she doesn't even have then makes you feel like an asshole for "enabling" her problems. You know her all too well but still let yourself feel like shit because of her.

*+:｡.｡

That night you're tossing and turning. The first game is tomorrow morning and guilt is eating you alive. Amidst your tossing and turning you spot Se-mi going to the bathroom and jump up running after her.

Once you're in the bathroom you walk up to her grabbing her shoulder and turning her around

"I'm sorry for blowing up on you earlier, how can I make it up to you?"

You blurt out without thinking all too much.

"You're apologizing that's new. But I guess I'd feel better if you agreed to be my partner" She smirks the same smirk you'd have if you won a game of uno not if you manipulated your ex into playing children's games with you.

"Yes of course anything else?" God you feel so pathetic

Se-mi grabs your arm gently tugging you towards her and kissing around your neck and collarbones. In between kisses she mumbles "I want things back how they used to be is all"

You laugh a little bit and let her set you with your back against the wall. Se-mi peppers kisses down your chest until she reaches your titties. She unzips your jackets and throws it aside. Her hands gropes your tit and kisses the other over your shirt. "No bra that's bold even for you"

Her hands lift up your shirt but she doesn't take it off instead opting for just holding it up. Her lips clasp around your nipple and while she's sucking she glances up at you with desperation in her eyes. But not desperation for you, desperation to win. Win what? You're not quite sure.

A moan shudders out of your mouth and you gently run your hand over her hair. Se-mi takes it upon herself to start sliding down your pants while kissing down your stomach. Se-mi's always loved eating you out because it gave her a chance to see you undone and vulnerable. As much of an asshole she was Se-mi always made sure the sex was focused on you. It was her way of reassuring you that she did care to an extent.

Once her lips make their way down her warm breath ghosts over you cilt before she sets her thumb over it and presses down a little.

"That feel good?" She says before blowing a little air over your cilt

"Jesus Se-mi" You look down a little shocked at her rather unique way of teasing you but you're not mad

"That's a yes I assume" She says before shoving her tongue into your folds. She gently presses two fingers up your pussy to keep her hands occupied. Your head tilts back while a strangled moan leaves your lips, all too familiar for you too. One hand slips through her hair pushing her face in deeper while Se-mi just let herself get lost in you.

She ups the speed of her fingers while pulling her mouth away glancing up at you like a teasing puppy. "Cum for me ok?" She says, moving to use her free to gently rub your thigh.

"Yes ok ok" You nod your head knowing you didn't have much control over this to begin with. When Se-mi adds another finger you finally loose all ability to hold back and spew all over Se-mi's fingers. She pulls her digits out and licks them with a sly smile. By the time she's back on her feet you're still a sweaty panting mess, it's pathetic compared to her messy perfection.

She kisses your cheek before turning the water on to wash her hands. You know it's the logical thing to do after fingering someone but you're still a little insulted by the notion that you're something she can just wash off.

Se-mi glances over and knows exactly what's on your mind because you two have had this exact argument about 4 times before. Her hand cradles your cheek while she mutters

"You made it up to me."

[muwapsturniolo]

Alright sit down everyone cuz I have shit to say 😭

SHUT UP WITH GC BULLSHIT! IT IS NEVER THIS DAMN SERIOUS AND HONESTLY, ITS STARTING TO FEEL LIKE OG TUMBLR WITH GC DRAMA!!!

Like I’m gonna be so fr, this shit is annoying. I’m scrolling through the tags and all I’m seeing is beef with grpchats that don’t even need to happen.

So what if ppl are in grpchats and making posts about it? Thats what fandoms are for! We interact with eachother and make friends! I understand ppl start to feel left out, fomo is a natural human feeling but that does not mean you make hate campaigns. JUST MAKE MORE FRIENDS/ YOUR OWN GRPCHAT!! OR BLOCK!!!

And as for the allegations being thrown around and the other shit. Idk much about it but it seems like anons and others don’t agree with how it was cleared up. What I have to say to that point is BLOCK!!! Like omg, no matter who it is (friends, family, celebrity etc) if you don’t like how they cleared something up BLOCK AND KEEP IT MOVING!! THERES NO REASON TO SEND MULTIPLE HATE ANONS AND KEEP THIS SHIT GOING! AGAIN I DONT KNOW THE FULL CONTEXT OF THE ALLEGATIONS BUT WHAT IF THATS ALL THE EVIDENCE THE PERSON HAD TO CLEAR THEIR NAME!?

There’s truly no reason for all this back and forth cause guess what? The more attention you bring to it, the longer it’s going to keep going and piss people off!! All of us react, that’s normal, I definitely had my fair share of reacting to shit on this app. And that’s why I’m saying this shit now.

Stop reacting! If you ignore it, the other person looks crazy and will eventually drop it. Or, if you wanna talk about it so bad, go to them privetly and talk in dms. Keep it out the damn tags. We don’t need to see the beef and also, STOP DRAGGING PPL INTO SHIT AND IT DONT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH THEM!

There’s no way blogs should be getting shit in their inbox with questions like “is this really the triplets?” “What do you think of this?” “Have you seen this drama? What’s going on?”

THAT STARTS MORE SHIT AND KEEPS IT IN A NEVER ENDING FUCKING LOOP!!!

And imma be fr, all parties, including the parties involved in the drama the last two fucking weeks ARE WRONG IN THEIR OWN WAY! NO ONE IS INNOCENT! NO ONE SHOULD BE HAVING ANONS HATE IN THEIR DEFENSE!

KEEP THE SHIT BETWEEN FRIENDS, IN GRPCHATS, AND IN DMS! KEEP IT OUT OF THE FUCKING TAGS AND USE THE DAMN BLOCK BUTTON! ITS THERE FOR A REASON!

Thank you for coming to my ted talk. Sorry for putting this in the tags, I just need/want ppl to see it and reblog so this shit can stop.