#pie puddi

[ssaalexblake]

It sat on the gate and stared at me for half an hour 🤣

[beomcoups]

fated strut- pt. i

̗̀➛ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: greek god!Jeonghan x model!reader

̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In a whirlwind fashion show, a part-time model's life takes a mystical turn when she becomes the muse for the captivating Greek God Jeonghan. Unbeknownst to her, she shares a deep connection tied to his past. As their chemistry ignites amidst secrets and rivalries, will love conquer their complicated fates?

̗̀➛ 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst, smut, fantasy, doppleganger au, r 18+

̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nocturnal emission (sex dream), unprotected sex, kissing, fingering, backshots, riding, oral, biting, hair pulling, multiple orgasms, pet names, sweet stuff, a lil bit of squirting, cream pie, oh and cursing 😂

̗̀➛ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 7.2k

̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐍: This fic has had me stressed for the last couple of months lol. I have always been into greek mythology (I even hosted a multi collab before for it) and I got the idea earlier this year to do another one but just for seventeen. Thank you Maren @wooahaeproductions for hosting the 13 Gods Of Olympus collab with me and helping it come to life. Also thank you to @hannieween and @hobeemin for beta reading this and giving me some much needed feedback. I knew what I had was good and with your help it made it better :) also thank you to @cheolism and @junkissed for letting me run some ideas with them about the greek mythology and the BC era lol. I hope you like this 🖤

Golden light filters through your curtains, casting soft shadows that dance across the room. The scent of something sweet—honey and vanilla—lingers in the air, pulling at the edges of your consciousness. Everything feels so real and vivid, so alive. There is a haze in the light that looks nostalgic. 

You are sitting on a kline, handcrafted by Hephaestus himself, weaving away with a ball of twine in your hands. The clatter of sandals against the hard floor gets your attention. Looking up, Jeonghan is standing there, his blonde hair shimmering in the light, with a playful smile on his lips. 

“Shouldn’t be off delivering those messages to the mortals?” You tease him playfully. 

“They can wait,” he says, setting down his bag. “I have more pressing matters to attend to.” 

“Oh?” You slowly set down your twine. “What is that?” 

He walks over and kisses you deeply, sending ripples through your soul. You realize quickly that the “pressing matter” was that he wanted to be inside of you, and you were more than happy to oblige. 

“Jeonghan, you’re going to get in trouble with Zeus,” you taunt him. 

“I don’t care,” he grits, pulling you into another kiss.

You take off your gown, your nakedness exposed to him in all its glory. Jeonghan’s eyes you with adoration and lust, his hand palming the growing bulge under his toga. Sheer excitement runs through your veins, the thought of being roughly fucked on the kline making you wet with arousal. As if he read your mind, he tugs at your hair and bends you over, his fingers seductively playing with your sweet folds. 

“You’re already so wet for me, my love?” He licks your essence coated on his digits. “I have to break the rules more often.”

Your laugh is light as the air, anticipating and craving him deeply. You find yourself pressing your clit, spreading your legs apart, and rubbing it so he can get a better view. Jeonghan licks his lips at the sight before him, his hand stroking his cock as he lines up to your entrance. 

“Please,” your breathy moans floating in the room. “Give it to me.” 

“As you wish,” he murmurs as he inserts himself in your clenching heat. Your back arches as his thrusts go deep, the clapping sound of your skin against his hard and loud enough to create thunder from the heavens. Jeonghan looks down in amusement, watching your ass bounce every time he snaps his hips. He’s turned on and seduced, and you could have him turn into puddy with just one look. That’s how much he is into you. That’s how much he loves you. 

“You feel s-so g-good,” you barely sound out. “I-I love you.”

Jeonghan pulls you by your hair, his thrusts unrelenting as he kisses you hard. “I love you too.”

He raises his leg on the kline, pushing you back down, and strokes you from another angle. Your legs shake, your peak nearing as he continues to hit your pleasure points in all the right ways. “FUCK” is all you can scream out before you come undone, your essence squirting all over him and the floor. You are a whimpering mess, clutching the edge of the kline as he continues his onslaught until his release comes shortly after. He fills you up with his hot load, pumping his dick until he is spent, slowly slipping out of you. The loss is evident, and his cum starts to drip in between your folds. 

“Uh, uh,” he frowns as he crouches behind you. “We can’t leave that to waste, can we?”

He swipes what’s dripping down your leg with his fingers, returning them to your mouth to suck. You suck them with earnest, your eyes closing with sexual gratification. He turns you wild, and you want more. You attempt to initiate another round, but you are interrupted by the sound of thunder just outside your window, scaring you half to death.

“Sounds like the big guy is mad,” Jeonghan reluctantly pulls away. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nod, kneeling down to grab your gown. “You’ll be back, right?” 

He gazes at you with the softest eyes you have ever seen, letting him pull you close into another kiss. “Don’t I always come back?”

Your world shifts into a fading memory, the golden haze slowly replaced with stark brown walls and paintings. Jeonghan is gone. The thunder outside is as real as ever, followed by a bolt of lightning that feels too close to home. Reality slowly sets in, and you realize you are having a dream. This is the second one you have had this week with Jeonghan, the infamous Greek god. It feels natural, like you’re watching a memory of yourself, and you don’t understand it. 

You frantically grab your journal, jotting down every moment before the details get fuzzy and lost forever. This has to mean something, right?

A few weeks later...

You feel the galvanic buzz of anticipation humming as you stand backstage at Paris Fashion Week. Models twirl past you, dripping in the latest haute couture, their expressions exuding fierceness. You? You were just happy to be there. As the last-minute addition, the unexpected wildcard about to open the show—your heart races, matching the rhythm of the music that spills into the warehouse. The scent of expensive cologne and crepitus excitement lingers around you.

You weren’t even supposed to be here at all. You model in your part-time to pay the bills, but your real love, your true passion, is classical studies—specifically, your focus on Greek mythology. Growing up, you’ve always heard the stories of the Gods who ruled the world and how slowly but surely they started disappearing because people quit believing in them. Your mom, who raised you pagan, would tell you about missionaries coming over and preaching the Bible and using it in force, and people started losing their way and adapting to this new life. There are still gods amongst us who will never go away, no matter what. People are still human and have needs, after all.

That’s what brought you here tonight—Jeonghan, the god of many things, keeps appearing in your dreams; scenes of a past life take up much of your night, and you can’t ignore it anymore. You have to see and know him, and you aren’t above using unconventional methods to get what you want. You cozied up to the right people and got yourself cast onto his fashion show. Sometimes, all it takes is a look, a touch of your hand, or very selective words to get what you want. You aren’t sure you would call it a power… let’s just say you are persuasive.

“Thank the gods you are here tonight,” the stage manager, Lea, says as she adjusts your dress. “I can’t believe she didn’t show up.”

The model that was supposed to open up the show, Penelopeia, partied a little too hard the night before. How do you know this? You were right beside her, dancing and drinking the night away. You knew her in passing, working for the same modeling agency, and talked here and there, but you two aren’t friends. But you were out with acquaintances last night, and she was there. Ultimately, she is a grown woman and can make her own choices, but you might’ve given her some extra encouragement when she complained about her being tired and “needing” a break. You told her it was “fine” to blow off some steam, which wouldn’t mean anything. The touch of your hand when you held hers and listened to her cry about how tough her life is and whispered nothings in her ear. It was perfect. 

“Are you ready?”

You nod as the music changes, the lights dim, and you take your place behind the runway. Your heartbeat matched the drum's beat in your ears. 

“I'm like some kind of supernova... watch out!”

On cue, you walked, every gaze drawn to you as your body moved to the beat, each step a spell cast upon the audience. Unbeknownst to you, Jeonghan stood backstage, mesmerized by the essence you exuded, a natural allure that made him curious with its intensity.

You circle the runway and walk back to where you came from, your body on autopilot as your linen dress sashes across your body. You are rushed backstage, the dress slipping off of you hurriedly, briefly exposing your breasts while you are putting on another. You feel eyes burning into the back of your neck, and you instinctively turn around, meeting Jeonghan's soft brown eyes. His warm blonde locks hang below his ears, touching his delicate neck. He smirked, raising his glass of red wine, and you meekly looked away, clearly affected by a god's presence.

Jeonghan watches you intently as you take another lap around the runway. The familiarity of your presence slowly creeps in, and curiosity is taking care of the cat. He’s been around for a long time now, and he’s seen a lot of faces, old and new. But you remind him of an old lover from his past life, someone he prefers to keep buried in the back of his mind. You were clearly a doppelganger of her, and watching you in the flesh unnerves him to his core. There is no need to bring up thousands-year-old drama now. You’re in front of him now, beautiful as ever, and despite every red flag— he will have you wrapped around his fingers by the end of the night. 

You walk backstage and are dragged to the side by your dresser, who is adjusting your clothes one last time for your final walk. She fusses with your hair, a small annoyance you put up with because you know she is doing her job. You find yourself searching for Jeonghan through the slew of models, your eyes not resting until you see him talking to his stage assistant near the beginning of the runway. He is a god in every sense of the word. Butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach when you see his soft, delicate features and how he carries himself. Very deific, very mindful. 

“He’s mesmerizing, isn’t he?”

You slowly come out of your self-induced trance, meeting the eyes of your dresser, Helen, a younger woman who couldn’t be older than 21. Her doe-eyed look makes her look innocent, and you feel the need to protect her from this cruel industry. 

“He’s okay,” you clear your throat. 

“Oh please, he’s a divine enigma,” Helen chuckled, a playful smirk gracing her lips. “It’s perfectly natural to admire someone’s allure, especially someone so utterly enchanting as HIM.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her outburst, knowing that deep down, she was right. Jeonghan is the sexiest man you have ever laid eyes on. It doesn’t help that he is the god of fortune, luxury, and all the other things that make him much more attractive. 

“Okay, it’s time to do the final walk,” Helen announces as she finishes up. “You are going to walk out with him in front since you technically walked first in the show.”

You gaze at Jeonghan across the way, watching him wrap up his conversation with the stage assistant. “Is this custom? I thought usually the models walk out one final time, and then the designer comes out towards the end.” 

“Usually, yeah,” Helen shrugs. “But that’s not how Jeonghan does things.”

She lightly pushes you towards the front, catching his attention as the strobe lights change colors. You glowed in your dress, symbolizing a halo of beauty that made it hard for Jeonghan to turn away. This catches him off guard, a strange chill running through his veins that he is unfamiliar with. Keeping himself in line, he saunters over to you, his close proximity filling your stomach with butterflies. 

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispers in your ear. “I don’t bite.”

The thought of his perfect mouth giving you love bites thrills you, and an intense longing starts to brew within your core. Feeling bold, you smile softly, responding in a tone only he could hear. 

“Well, that’s too bad.” 

Jeonghan chuckles lightly, impressed by your cheekiness. He slips his arm between yours, waiting for the curtains to open. The light touch of his arm brushing against yours gives you goosebumps, the exuberance bubbling inside you. You’ve studied him all your life, read the stories, and visited the ancient sites from many moons ago. You have never been near a Greek god, let alone touch one, and for a moment, you forget why you were really there. You were just a pretty model, attracted to the most successful man in the world, and the way he looks at you right now is setting your loins on fire. 

The curtains finally open, and you walk with him arm and arm like you were his equal. The other models did as they were supposed to do, walking behind you as you two set the runway ablaze. You stood in the center while he gave his bows; the audience applauded in crescendos. Jeonghan then returns to your side, his presence intoxicating and making you almost lose your senses. You walk in unison until you reach backstage, and Helen is waiting for you to help you out of your dress. Before you parted ways, he lightly touched your hand, grabbing your attention and Helen’s, with raised eyebrows.

“I’m interested in sharing another stage with you,” he whispers, his brown eyes gleaming with desire. “Without all the light and people watching us. Beyond the runway.” 

You cock an eyebrow playfully, putting on your best poker face, but inside, nervousness eats at you alive. You know you shouldn’t do this, as your sole reason was to find answers about him and why he encompasses your every dream. It took a lot of sweet talking and favors to get you in his lineup, let alone starting the show and inadvertently being his muse of the day. You knew you were going to have to mix your business with pleasure, and with the way he is gazing at you, the business is going further in the back of your mind. 

“Where do I sign up?” You say coyly, rubbing your finger against the fabric of his shirt. 

“Meet me in the back in fifteen minutes, and I’ll take you to my place.” 

You nod, and he leaves you with a soft kiss on your cheek. “Don’t be late.”

You watched him walk away, still feeling his warm lips on your cheek. You kept it cool, casually grabbing your things, but inside, you were buzzing, excitement bursting through your chest like fireworks. You weren’t sure what the night would bring, but you would never turn down the possibility of being in the company of a Greek god. 

You make your way to the back as directed, exchanging goodbyes with Helen and watching the models leave one by one. Fifteen minutes exactly, Jeonghan appears, twirling his car keys in his hands and opening the back door for you, leading you to a classic Mercedes Benz 250CE. He opens your door like the gentleman he is, making sure you are secure in your seat before coming over to the driver’s side. 

“Are you ready to go, doll?”

You nod, your sparkling eyes matching your smile. “Yeah, let’s go.”

The car ride was a short one, but it felt like it was going on forever. He played smooth jazz, driving with one hand and conveniently placing his hand on your thigh. Your mind was filled with thoughts of your dreams—the intimacy you felt and the sadness that tormented you when he disappeared. 

“You seem comfortable,” Jeonghan observed. “Most people would be scared to be with me.”

“Well, I have a feeling I am in good hands,” you answer honestly. 

You had so many questions about him as a Greek god, as it's not often (or really at all) that you can talk to one. Despite these waves of emotions tugging at your heart, you maintained a flawless facade until you arrived at his residence, a beautiful hotel that housed penthouses only the wealthy lived in.

“Welcome in.” 

The housekeeper greeted you as you walked into Jeonghan’s penthouse, located in the heart and soul of Paris. The interior was dripped in luxury, feeling more like an art gallery than a place to live. Everything has a place, and it makes you nervous about even moving around in the event you accidentally bump into something. The vinyl player played soulful jazz, a fancy concert piano was in the corner and hundreds of books lined up like his own personal library. Jeonghan guides you by your waist to the kitchen, a grand spectacle of the finest cooking ware, dishes, and appliances that were way above your budget. You sit on a stool while he pours you a glass of red, the finest from Chateauneuf du Pape.

“Nice place,” you sweet talk him. “I would say you must’ve worked hard to get all this, but I know better.”

“Do you?” He counters, handing you your glass. “Do you think you know everything?”

“I know what I know from books, archives, etcetera,” you explain casually. “It’s not like I can ring up Zeus and ask him to read me a bedtime story.” 

His lips curve as he chuckles, watching you sip the rich ruby-red liquid in your glass. “You have a sense of humor. I like that.”

You smirked, leaving him to his thoughts as you walked towards the large picture window, looking at the Eiffel Tower. It’s late, but the city has so much life in it. The tall, grandeur buildings that have stood through the ages are accompanied by French lights and taxis flying back and forth at night. Between your studies, walking runways, and doing commercial shoots, it was a matter of time before you made it out of the United States and into Paris. 

You aren’t this in-demand model agencies are banging the door down for. But when you come to work, you work. You know how to convince people to take a chance on you, whether it's your words of intellect or how you pose. Your mom always taught you to be observant and scope the scene before you act; that advice hasn’t stirred you wrong before. 

In the window's reflection, you watch Jeonghan gently place his glass on the table, the soft clink barely breaking the serene silence. He strides to your right, his presence warm and magnetic as he stands beside you, eyes mesmerized by the sprawling cityscape before you. 

“So why are you here? Aside from the obvious.”

Jeonghan’s question catches you off guard, stirring you out of your peaceful daydream.

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, baby,” Jeonghan cocks his head. “Don’t play coy.”

Your response hangs in the air as you search for the right words. How do you confess to a god that you've been dreaming of them without knowing why? You are sure they have heard it all before, and you wouldn’t be any different.

“Honestly speaking,” you start, taking another sip of your wine. “I’ve studied you all my life: the Greek Gods and the beings you used to be on Earth. Your stories fascinate me, and I want to put this master’s degree in classical studies to good use.”

“Uh huh,” Jeonghan hums. “Are you sure that’s it?” 

“I mean, I may have other reasons… but I can’t tell you all my secrets.”

You finish the remnants in your glass, sauntering and setting it next to his. You glance up, your heart beating fast as you meet his gaze. He watches you intently, a spark of amusement dancing in his beautiful brown eyes as he watches you internally squirm. At that moment, it feels as though the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, and you feel yourself being sucked into his spell. 

“Well, are you going to stare at me all night or show me around this place?”

You raise your hand, waiting for him to grab it and lead the way. He does just that, showing you around his massive penthouse. You don’t know if you could ever afford this place even if you had all the money in the world. Every room has its bathroom, and the balcony is beautifully decorated with a view to die for. You notice another room with more books than the collection you saw earlier, and you make a note later to ask about it… even hoping to take a peek at potentially ancient history. 

 Jeonghan slipped his hand on your waist as the tour went on, pulling you close like you were already his. His slender fingers held on to you kind of tight, like he was imprinting on you… You can’t say you don’t like that. 

You stop in front of his bedroom, the dark forest green double-doored room paired with gold handles waiting to be opened. You gaze at Jeonghan, who leans against the door, casually putting his hands in his pockets. 

“Is there a reason why we are just standing here?” You pose, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“No reason at all,” he responds, pulling you closer to him. “I just like looking at my bedroom door closed, that’s all.”

You raise an eyebrow, quite aware that he is teasing you. Being around him gives you a rush through your veins, a magnetic pull that sets your nerves and soul on fire. You know you should be doing a better job fighting this attraction between you two, but being around him makes you slowly lose all of your senses. He’s intoxicating; you feel hazy, like you are in a dream and don’t want to wake up. 

“So, are you going to sweet talk me in front of this door all night, or are you going to let me in?”

He chuckles softly as he opens his doors, leading to a grand master bedroom that all of the words in the dictionary couldn’t come close to describing. You knew he was the god of luxury, but what’s in front of your eyes exceeds that. This is opulence in its purest form. His massive king-size bed was decked with the finest white blankets and pillows filled with goose feathers that looked handcrafted with care. Your toes bask in the softest fur rug you have ever touched. It felt like you were walking on clouds. Jeonghan motions for you to sit on the bed, taking your hand as he helps you climb up. Your dress rises a bit, exposing your inner thigh to your surprise and his delight. 

“Don’t get any ideas,” you rib, crossing your legs slowly. 

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll give me an invitation by the end of the night.”

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you adjust your dress. Watching him move with purpose to his shelf, he pulls out a vinyl and puts it in the player. Recognizing Billie Holiday's distinct and powerful voice, you lean back into the pillows and watch him approach the other side of the bed. With a snap of his fingers, the lights dim, opening the curtains and revealing another side of Paris, a quieter one that shows the city below. The ceiling separates slowly, revealing a twilight blue skyline with dark clouds surrounding you. It’s beautiful. 

You feel the bed shift on your left, and Jeonghan climbs quietly, his movements as light as a cat. He lifts the comforter, a gentle invitation for you to come under as his feet disappear under the thick cover. 

“Are you this friendly with all the women you bring over?” You smirk, raising an eyebrow.

“Nope,” his laugh is light as he rakes his fingers through his hair. “Just the ones I like.” 

You nod, following his lead and slowly basking into the warm cover. You can still see him in the low light, his radiance shining through the dark room. Maybe it’s because of your extensive research of him and your knowledge, but he feels familiar. Every fiber in your body tells you to pull closer to him and confess every little thought swirling in your head. Is this what it’s like to be in front of a god?

“So, a master's in Classical Studies, huh?” Jeonghan probes, his index finger making a swirling motion on his sheets. “Let me guess, you have a focus on Greek mythology?”

Despite putting on your best poker face, you felt like something bitter went down your throat. He caught you off guard, and to be frank, it’s your fault. The god of many things and the most intelligent being to walk on this Earth would of course know who you are. He probably had your whole life story while you walked on his runway. 

“Ah,” you exhale. “You must think I’m crazy.” 

“Nah, I don’t,” he assures. “I’m very intrigued by you.”

“Are you?” 

“Yes. You’re smart, carry yourself well, almost as witty as me, and very well-spoken. Why do you choose to model instead of working in something with your degree?”

You stare at him, his words chipping away at your exterior piece by piece. You could sit here and come up with a lie that sounds plausible and keep your secrets. But you want to know why he keeps plaguing your dreams, and maybe he has the answers you need to make sense of this. Some honesty can’t hurt, right?

“I… like the attention,” you confess. “I like the way people look at me when I walk by. I love being adored and wanted. I like that I am so educated and an effective communicator that I can talk myself into things I want to be in. That and my looks combined? I don’t get turned down often.”

Jeonghan gazes at you, wondering if he should be amazed at your self-awareness or frightened. Admittedly, your confidence turns him on, and you have the kind of intellect he likes on a deeper level. Your voice is calm and seductive without even trying, and not to mention, you have a timeless beauty that makes it hard to look away. When you walked down that runway, your stride was a beautiful masterpiece—it held him captive. It was as if you were trained by Aphrodite herself. 

“Plus, I am not totally abandoning my degree,” you continue on. “I want to eventually write about the Greek gods and the legends behind them. So many stories and their lore have been forgotten as people worship other gods, and I don’t want that to be forgotten. It feels like a passion project, but I know this will benefit the world somehow.”

“How?”

“Well,” you clear your throat. “It will provide a different perspective of ancient civilization.”

You run your hands through your hair, causing the v top of your dress to shift slightly, partially revealing your cleavage. You reach down to adjust it, and Jeonghan eyes your every move as you gradually slide your dress back up. It’s your favorite dress, which you picked up at a thrift store a long time ago in New York. It’s a jade green evening dress that hugs your body the right way, with a mid-thigh split on the right. 

“You’re quiet,” you observe, shifting your body closer to him. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing, just taking in what you said.” He pauses, his finger slowly sliding down to the slit of your dress. “I like the way you think.”

You nod, carefully choosing your next words. “I’m glad I made you feel that way.”

Your insides are on fire, begging for him to touch you in all the wrong right places. As if he could read your mind, he pulls you in for a kiss, his soft lips tearing down any walls you had. In a swift motion, he’s on top of you, hiking your dress up as he grinds his growing bulge against your sensitive core. A pleased hum escapes your lips, your body completely giving in to him.

“Mmm, you smell sweet,” Jeonghan utters, biting the bottom of your lip. “I’m sure you’ll taste just as good.”

His lips travel down your neck, sucking on your smooth skin until it's tender. Your hands desperately grab onto his silky blond hair as his tongue plays in circles along your collarbone, igniting a fire in you. You slowly lower the straps of your dress, tugging at the silky fabric until it lowers completely, revealing your breasts. Jeonghan marvels at the sight in front of him, his fingers brushing softly against your nipples. 

“Ah, you’re a goddess,” he whispers. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

He kisses you again, his hunger for you hot and strong as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his smooth chest and defined abs. Fire and desire burn between you two, and you thirstily tug at his pants, pushing them down so you can see his cock, threatening to break free in his boxers. 

“You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” 

“I just know what I like, that’s all.” 

Leaving you with one last kiss, he moves on your breasts, cupping them softly and sucking on your nipples with such tenderness as if they were prized possessions. Your perfume mix smells pleasant to him, like an aphrodisiac, and he cannot get enough. Jeonghan usually likes to play with his food a bit before he eats it, but you bring something out of him that he hasn’t felt in a long time: impulsiveness and passion. He wants you more than he cares to admit, making him act out of his cool, calm, and collected nature. He sucks on your nipples harder, earning a hard moan from you, the blend of pleasure and pain igniting waves of excitement that leaves you breathless. 

His hand slips in between your legs, pushing them apart and sliding your panties to the side. His thumb rubs your clit softly, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body. Jeonghan has you feeling like you are floating on air, unable to tell him what you want coherently. 

“Mmm… fuck I can’t take this,” you mutter. 

“Well, you will learn tonight, baby,” Jeonghan smirks as he lowers himself to your sweet entrance. “Tell me what you want.” 

“F-fuck,” you cooed. “You know what I want.”

“Just because I am a god doesn’t mean I can read your mind,” he teases, biting softly on your thigh. “Tell me what you want.”

You feel hot and rabid, trying to chase a high you are so close to getting. Jeonghan removes his thumb from your nub, snickering as he watches you groan in protest. He is determined to make you beg for it, and watching you squirm and fall apart underneath him would be the highlight of his night. He inserts a digit inside your wet core; a sweet smile spreads across your face soon after. 

“J-Jeonghan,” you sputter. “P-please just—”

“Say it, baby.” 

“Fuck, just make me cum, please.” 

Jeonghan slips a second finger into you, leaving small kisses on your thigh as he thrusts into your wet cunt. Your hands grip the sheets as he goes deeper, watching excitedly as your essence coats his fingers and his sheets. He planned to study you, explore what made you tick, and how your body liked to be teased. He wants to hear your perfect voice scream his name as your body shakes from being royally fucked by a god, and the way you are laid out in front of him, he is losing all composure. 

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs. “I think you deserve to cum now.” 

Quickly removing his fingers, he dives into your wet folds with his tongue and up to your sensitive clit. His fingers intertwine with yours, eating you with such a craze, the hunger of a starved being who is eating his favorite meal for the last time. The vibrating hums of his mouth to your delicate flower sends you over the edge, your orgasm crashing down on you hard. He holds onto your thighs, holding you hostage as he takes everything you got. You proved him right—you tasted just as sweet as your perfume. He’s addicted to your aroma, a natural aphrodisiac that he will never get enough of. 

“There you are, princess, ” he whispers. “Keep giving it to me.”

Your moans turn into whines and then screams, your fingers desperately clinging to the sheets as he drinks you in. Jeonghan’s appetite is insatiable, and the god’s thirst for you is getting stronger by the minute. His nails dig into your thighs as he licks up and down your folds, desperate to taste more of your sweet essence. You feel airy, your body floating on cloud nine as if you have never had this kind of pleasure before. Sure, you have had your experiences and what you thought was the best sex of your life, but those don’t even come close to this.

“Come on baby, give me another,” he goads you. “I know you have it in you.” 

“J-Jeonghan,” you croak, desperation falling on your lips. “P-please. You win.”

“Win?” He chuckles softly. “ I haven’t even started.” 

His fingers return to your entrance, thrusting into you while his tongue remains on your clit. His lips make lewd noises, slurping and smacking away as he bullies you into your second orgasm of the night. Your toes curl, the springs in your abdomen snapping as it ripples through you like a hard wave. Jeonghan moans into your sweet core as you surrender to him; his pupils dilate as he takes the remaining energy that you have left. His free hand furiously pulls down his boxers, liberating his cock, and he touches himself at last.  He jerks himself to the thought of your mouth wrapped around his dick, tasting his cum as he shoots loads down your throat. He could easily stop and make his imagination a reality, but you just taste too damn good. 

“Damn,” you curse, brushing his hair from his face. “You are so good at this.” 

“Mmhmm,” is all he could say, his cruel tongue still playing circles around your clit. You lift yourself away from him, watching him pout as you take his meal. You can barely move, your legs still spasming from that earth-shattering orgasm. Your eyes travel lower to his freed cock, watching him pump himself with such eagerness, the precum oozing from his tip begging to be sucked. He was thick and girthy, his veins popping in places you liked. Your mouth salivates at the thought of tasting him in your mouth. 

“Can I?”

You sit up, gently motioning for him to lay back on the pillow. Curiosity gets the better of him, and he does what he is told, relaxing his hands behind his head. Jeonghan isn’t used to his playmates wanting to take control in the bedroom; most of them just want to have a story to tell about being fucked by a god. You excite him, a confident woman who knows what they want and isn’t apologetic about it. The twinkle in your eye you have for him turns him on, and he is counting the seconds where he can finally be inside of you. 

Your hand slides up his shaft, watching him shudder from your touch. You lean down, sucking on his tip and tasting his precum. You make eye contact as you take more of him, hallowing your cheeks and letting saliva drip out of the corners of your mouth. He tastes better than you imagined, and you feel gratification watching his lips part and low moans escape his pretty little mouth. You feel dirty, like his own personal whore, and you aren’t mad at that. Your very sensitive core still wants him, your clit pulsating at the thought of his very thick cock beating your walls down. 

“You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around me, princess,” he grunts, taking a handful of your hair. “Let’s see if you can handle me.” 

Jeonghan fucks your mouth roughly with such a force and rhythm that was only his, tears streaking your face as you take him whole. His dick hits the back of your throat, and you are thankful that you have a mean gag reflex. It’s smooth, clean, and fits your mouth just right. It’s like it was molded and shaped just for you. Your hand sneaks in between your legs, playing with your nub and willing yourself to cum for the third time. 

“Tsk, tsk, you dirty girl,” Jeonghan murmurs between grunts. “You do want me that bad? Do you want my cock inside your wet cunt?”

You nod fervently, your fingers increasing their pace. He pulls himself out of your mouth suddenly, lifting your head and kissing you with such an intense fire, his hands grasping your ass and giving it a tight smack. 

“I want to ride you, baby,” you breathe between kisses. “I want to feel you inside of me. Give me that, please.” 

He wants you as bad as you want him, his adrenaline pumping through his veins as he positions himself on the bed. His hands grab your hips, hovering over him as he aligns his cock to meet your entrance. The thought came to your mind about using a condom, but it went away quickly when you sunk onto him. He feels good; your walls tighten around him as you adjust to his size, rocking slowly back and forth to get a rhythm. 

“That’s it,” Jeonghan groans as he cups your breasts. “Take me however you want me.”

You increase your pace while he bucks into you, biting your lip until it's crimson red. His nails dig into your hips, the pain mixed with the pleasure sending you soaring through cloud nine. You lose all inhibition, riding him harder and deeper, addicted to chasing that orgasmic high that you feel coming sooner than you’d expected. Your body is on autopilot, refusing to stop until you’ve cummed on him at least once. If you didn’t know any better, you would say you were falling in love with him. The sex you had with him in your dreams doesn’t even come close to the real thing. His cock consistently hits all the right places, and he pays great attention to your body, teasing you and pushing you to your limits until you are sent over the edge. 

Jeonghan grabs you by your neck and kisses you deeply, thrusting deeper into you until you can no longer keep your composure. He loves watching you lose control, surrendering your body to him and screaming his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. His lips are slightly parted, whispering sweet things in your ear, praising you for taking him so well and rewarding you with filling you up with his cum. You look every bit fucked out and heavenly to him, and he wishes he could stay buried inside of you forever. What he feels for you is risky, and if it were someone else, he would turn those feelings off. But with you and the way you are taking him so well, he is completely into you. 

He helps you ride out your high, kissing you from your lips to your collarbone until you are overripe with sensitivity. Slowly lifting you, he lays you gently on his right, allowing you to catch your breath. 

“I-I don’t think I have ever been fucked like that before,” you confess in between breaths. “Are you sure you’re not the god of love?”

Jeonghan chuckles, putting on a robe and heading towards the bathroom. Looking at himself in the mirror, he notices a few scratches you left, noticeable dig marks from your nails that dug into his skin. He shrugs them off, knowing that the next day, they will disappear, and it will be like they were never there. He’s been on this Earth for a long time and has slept his way through all the women and men he desired, but this night with you has topped all of them. He feels a connection with you mentally and spiritually, and after feeling you for the first time, he is determined to keep you by his side. By all means. 

Your eyes are heavy with exhaustion, the day’s events catching up to you as your body acclimates with the sheets. You hear soft water running from the bathroom, and a few seconds later, Jeonghan appears in front of the door, his robe removed and naked. You glance at him and smirk, slowly getting out of bed and walking towards him. He is a divine enigma indeed. 

“Don’t worry, darling,” he assures you. “It’ll be a nice, relaxing bath.” 

His bathroom was definitely tailored to his taste. It had white and forest green marble floors, a shower stall big enough for more than three people centered in the middle, and two vanity sinks placed on opposite ends of each other. The tub was round and spacious, placed by the circular window that allowed you to see the stars at night. You slowly step into the foaming water, the sweet aroma of vanilla and bergamots filling your senses and pleasing your soul. Jeonghan comes in behind you, the water slightly splooshing around as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. You relax on his chest, feeling at peace as you stare outside the window. It feels so natural, feeling this comfortable around him. 

Your dreams of him show that you two had a successful relationship. You were partners in everything. He was good at communicating, and you knew how to support him and could persuade anyone if needed. You understood your roles, and you were perfect. So why do they always end with you walking away?

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Jeonghan’s voice breaks through your reverie. 

He unwraps his arms around you, places his hands on your shoulders, and gives you a comforting massage. You close your eyes, letting the steam from the warm water relax your muscles. 

“Heading back home,” you sigh heavily. “I have some go-sees to book and also continue my research. I have to put these looks and my big brain to use.”

“Yeah, no, you’re not,” Jeonghan declares smoothly. “I want you to stay here and work for me. Become my new muse.”

He watches you react closely, his eyes shining with mischief. “Just think about it. You would be my inspiration, my spark. Imagine the kind of magic we would create together.”

He catches you off guard but excites you nevertheless. Jeonghan wants to make you the face of his brand. You would be crazy to turn that down. Plus, it makes you so much closer to your research and figuring out your dreams. This was the universe giving you a sign.

“Yeah,” you say after thinking it over. “I would be open to that.”

You sink further into his chest, your tiredness getting the best of you, and falling into a slumber in the warm water. Jeonghan leaves light kisses on your shoulder, watching you sleep peacefully in his arms. He could go for another glass of wine, a perfect way to top off his night with you. He knows getting entangled with his ex-lover’s doppelganger is risky business, and eventually, he will have to deal with the truth of things. But tonight is not the night to open Pandora’s box and bring up the ancient feelings and heartache that he’s put behind. Instead, he will lay here with you, enjoying the sereneness while it lasts. 

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[ethelcain-songs]

Saddle Up White Silas

This one's for all my whores back home in the village Poppin they pussies all over the new england countryside They said that horseman ain't got a head but i know that's a lie Why? cause i've seen it (let's go) Promise me you won't tell my mother If i help you in a room in which there are no others Don't get any on the floor of my father's carriage Cause i'm his good girl, putting out for marriage Good day, my good bitch, we can cut the shit Show you my forbidden woods, lost in it I'm his big dick witch, hexin shit And if he think that he can spell it, he can suck my clit Buckle up, boy, cause i'll fuck you up There's a reason that the priests all wanna fuck me up You can ride a horsey, what about my pussy cat Why you scared? don't be such a puddy tat You're a crane? baby, show me what that neck do Pussy brewing, baby, like it's gonna hex you Gut me like a motherfucking pumpkin, jack And i'll be giving you some kind of head like you've never had Baby, put that gorgeous All over my clitoris Wandering up in my forest Mmm, this pussy hot and wet, porridge You're the finest man in new england Hear them coins in your pocket jingling Mama always said use common sense I took one look at him and we ain't used a condom since I'll show you my sleepy hollow Ride that horsey, ride to town Ride that horsey, ride him down But watch that horsey, cause he might buck So saddle up, girls, get ready to fuck You wanna sneak a piece of pie from my window Poppin a stiffy every time the fuckin wind blows You're so cute when you look all scared Now drop your trousers and get ready, enter if you dare Don't be scared, daddy I don't bite I swear, a girl gets fucked out of wedlock ONE TIME And suddenly she's like "the town witch" or some shit, like What the fuck is that about, oh my god Fucking protestants

[ananicoleta]

Happy 79th Birthday, SYLVESTER!

March 24, 1945 is the date this bad ol' puddy-tat debuted. His first cartoon was Friz Freleng's "Life With Feathers" (1945). In 1947, Sylvester was paired for the first time with Tweety Bird in another Freleng short called "Tweety Pie" and since then they have become an iconic Looney Tunes pair, almost inseparable. The Bob Clampett directed cartoon intitled "Kitty Kornered" (1946) was the first time the cat was paired with another legendary Looney Tunes character, namely Porky Pig.

[eat-your-ego]

@goopylittleghosty

You've locked yourself inside the attic of my brain and you have refused to come out! You're up there with all the paints and pencils. You've gotten all my fluffy yarn and made it your bed!! You're all cuddled with my childhood blanket and oh look you've split the jar of lost buttons and the rats have run wild!

You have all my sketch books and silly puddy and stim toys. You greedy little doll you!

Just promise to come out for tea and apple pie later?

having a blorbo is like. he’s in my head. he’s in there. crawlin around. don’t know how to get him out of there. there he is.

[senor-plume]

A few years back I bought an old Tascam recorder and taped a few original songs. This is one of them. Lyrics:

Hookha pipe mango repetative motto paranoia tiptoe hash smoke velcro

I got the tye dye a chicken pot pie stay at home barfly needing some shut eye

I'm sitting on the couch as a Visene slouch tucked deep under blankets a veal cutlet puppet

sneezing out smoke a manfolk house broke marijuanna sun stroke ad's showing my yolk

baste a chorus of bye bye opposite of high high hogtied cacti coma in this pig sty

lazy on the run held down by toxin bong resin semen I think of Linda Eastman

traffic in my attic chest blowing static lighting up a nightstick arm twisting sidekick

face turned to puddy a bean bag casulty ten dollar clergy riding on my donkey

my heaters blowing mud cheese nip carpet cherry cola syrup a picnic in a skillet

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Tuesday, 23 May 2023

Yesterday ended on a pretty big cliffhanger, so naturally our first order of business is to spend some time with the undisputed worst character on the show, Johnny DiMera.

And look, let's be clear: there are characters I hate because I'm supposed to hate them (or at the very least I'm supposed to feel some strong way about them). There are characters who have potential but through some combination of writing and performing, they don't quite grab me. And then there's Johnny. Johnny is an entitled 20-something *filmmmaker* who hasn't made a single film. I've literally never even seen him pick up a camera.

He was born into great wealth and has never worked a day in his life. And mostly he spends his time negging the Way Too Good For Him women in his life and whining that they're not throwing themselves at his feet. He also bursts in on people seemingly at random to morally judge activities that have absolutely nothing to do with him. (Especially when it comes to his father's sex life.) Everything about him screams "you are not supposed to like this guy," but unlike, say, Colin, they're constantly writing stories from his POV like we're meant to find him sympathetic. I don't. At this point, I probably never will. And yet, they persist in showing us what he gets up to.

Anyhoodle, he comes home as Gabi is taking a quick breather from her non-stop marathon boning session with Stefan. And then he starts whining about how Wendy's still in Seattle, despite the fact that he basically ordered her to come back home.

Gabi encourages him to continue this line of pursuit. This is terrible advice, but this is the difference between Johnny and every other character: *Gabi gives terrible advice, but I still enjoy watching her do it.* And only like 30% of that is her exceptional rear shelf. (Again, this is canonical. EJ described it as "the platonic ideal of an ass." I'm trying my best not to be a creep about this.)

Okay, enough Johnny hate (for now.) Now back to the thing we've all been waiting for.

Remember when I said I hoped that Eric and Sloan, walking across the town square, would actually see Talia and Colin land on the pavement in front of them? IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!

Like, we don't see anything especially gruesome, because it's not that kind of show. I just wanted the horrible emotional beat. And I got it!

Inexplicably, both Colin and Talia survived the fall.

This led to a lengthy discussion in our household about how tall the Salem Inn actually is and the conclusion we reached is that we have absolutely no idea. These two may have just fallen off a single-story Motel 6-type establishment for all we know.

So, okay, Days. I'll allow it. *I guess.*

Wendy has indeed returned from Seattle, and has an excellent exhausted monologue about all the horrible things that happened to waylay her (including a stopover in South Dakota, which everyone knows is *by far* the worst Dakota.)

Li, as ever, stares straight ahead like David Puddy and nods when the other person pauses. Poor guy's just waiting for someone to bring him another pie. He has absolutely no idea what's happening around him apart from that.

And if you think I'm exaggerating, please note his jacket and tie. Li has been unemployed for months and now he's also divorced. Somehow he doesn't realize that he is bound by Narrative Law to be wearing sweatpants and a sweatshirt right now. Or at least boxers and a t-shirt. (Which I can say with some authority is indeed the uniform of the unemployed.)

I suppose he gives Wendy some decent advice, but it pretty much boils down to "you should date who you want and if you haven't decided yet, you should take more time to decide." Not exactly profound insight, but I guess sometimes you need to hear the obvious thing anyway. So, all right. Half credit, Li. But that's only because I like Wendy.

At the hospital, Rafe gets up to speed on recent events and does his best to comfort Paulina and Chanel. He also threatens Sloan, *whom we now know had nothing to do with any of this* and that kinda sucks because I was actually finally coming around on Rafe. Chanel all but swears revenge on Colin and Sloan and, if Chanel didn't seem like a small child in her mom's clothes most of the time, I might think I was witnessing the start of some great new generational rivalry.

Sloan visits Colin to tell him he's an idiot. Jada visits Talia to tell her the same. (Talia deserves less of this because she's been manipulated by an extremely shitty and abusive partner. But her plate should not be empty if we're dishing out "you're an idiot"s.)

Back at Casa DiMera, Johnny follows up his 600th desperate text to Wendy with a desperate phone call. There's actually a cute moment where he hears a phone ringing just outside the front door and opens it to see Wendy standing there.

But this also means that he ordered her to return home and then she did it. Speaking of extremely shitty and abusive partners.

Wendy tells Johnny that she still hasn't decided between him and Tripp, and since the notion of dating two people at the same time never occurred to any of these people, I suppose we're in for even more of this pointless conflict. I recently heard that the show got renewed for two more seasons, so it's entirely possible she'll still be trying to choose in 2025, just in time for the show's 60th anniversary.

Gabi stops by Li's place to give him the signed divorce papers and inform him that Stefan proposed to her. Which is a classy thing for her to have done. Li, for his part, accepts defeat and stops defending his actions (which included trying to pull the plug on a barely-alive Stefan and actually having Gabi brainwashed to love him, which may be the most individually deplorable act I've seen so far.)

Kayla approaches Paulina with "Great news! Duke's come out of his coma! Abe's going to be okay!"

And Jada, after a conversation with Rafe about all the crimes Talia committed, returns to her sister's hospital room to tearfully inform her that she's under arrest. 

YESSSSS THIS IS THAT GOOD SOAP SHIT. PUMP IT RIGHT INTO MY GODDAMN VEINS.

[puddingarchive]

star dividers / headers <33

[harveylembecks]

Working with data from this poll, I did two chi-square goodness of fit tests. First, to see if there were significant preferences for each pairing (there are):

Then I wanted to know if the preferences of this small section of Tumblr are representative of the current proportions of relationship pairing tags on Archive of Our Own. I found that this poll doesn't predict the AO3 makeup very well.

Note that the "other" category here includes both what I called crossover pairings (ex. Jerry/George Washington) and other pairings between Seinfeld characters (ex. Elaine/Puddy). I included threesomes/foursomes between the main cast in the other category as well. If I calculate the chi-square excluding crossover ships, it comes to 205.3, which is still above the critical value.

Here's a pie chart of pairings in the Seinfeld tag on AO3:

Future questions:

AO3 includes fics from over a decade ago. I wonder if I restricted my AO3 search to more recent works if it would begin to resemble the results of this poll.

Having the suggested ships already written in may have skewed the results; how would the results change with a free-response question?

This poll wasn't reblogged widely. Are there different clusters of Seinfeld fans on Tumblr? How would the poll results change with a more random sample?

[s0dium]

Teasing

Gojo x F!Reader

Summary: In which you decided to turn the tables on your boyfriend, Gojo Satoru 

Warnings: Teasing, fingering, phone sex, rough sex, cream pie, over stimulation, spanking, degradation 

When it came to teasing in your relationship, Gojo was relentless. 

Of course, you had some idea of what you were getting into when you decided to date the cocky white haired sorcerer. It wasn't as if you were entirely new to Gojo’s antics. Since you had known him, you were always Gojo’s favorite victim, after all you made it easy too; being that you were almost 9 inches shorter than him and incredibly prone to embarrassment. 

Except, since the two of you got together, it has gotten more.... aggressive. Annoying jokes about your height turned into slapping your ass while Nanami was talking to you or slightly lifting up your skirt just to ‘see what color panties his little cupcake was wearing’. You dreaded getting text messages from Gojo when you were in public, like the ones describing how badly he wanted to see your mouth stuffed with his cock, spit and cum dribbling from your lips as fucks your pretty throat. The type of text messages he knows makes your thighs clench together with arousal and breathing become heavier with lust.

But it's not like Gojo’s to blame. It's something about the way you stiffen when you feel his hands dance along the inside of your thigh when the two of you are at a restaurant. Or it could be the way you stutter and turn into a submissive pile of goo, practically puddy in Gojo’s hands when his fingers arch in your tight cunny to hit that ‘oh so good’ spot, that he craves.

And every time you let him. You let your boyfriend torture you with embarrassment because he knows how obsessed you are with him, and why wouldnt you be? He is the Gojo satrou after all.

Needless to say, it's enough to make you mad. Why is it that you’re the only one in the relationship being tortured? You were by no means dominant in the bedroom, and it wasn't a matter of wanting to change that power dynamic and try something new. You loved to be taken care of, especially since Gojo was just so fucking good at it. Like some sixth sense, Gojo always, always knew just the right ways to make your toes curl with pleasure, or the perfect angle to hit you that you could only dream of hitting with your fingers. But of course, Gojo never used his knowledge for the greater good, like when he traces you soaking slit and purposefully misses your clit, or when he thrusts extra slow just to make you whine and beg for him to fuck you harder. 

No, what you wanted was to see him to be the one to go crazy with pure unadulterated want for you. You wanted him to be the one going stir crazy instead of you this time. Call it karma maybe, you were only doing what you’d been shown, and when it comes to teasing, you were taught by the very best.

~

You knew how out of character it was for you to be the provocative one. You even shocked yourself that you actually went through with it when you found yourself sitting in front of the mirror, watching the flash to your phone go off. 

Your hands trembled as your thumb hovered over the blue send button, and you bit your lip anxiously. Was this a stupid plan that was bound to have its grave repercussions? Probably. Actually scratch that, the answer was definitely. You huffed and took a deep breath before gathering the courage to press the send button. You watched the thin blue bar on the top under Gojo’s contact name quickly move to the other side of the screen and disappear, proof that your message was delivered and that there was no way backing out now. 

~

“For the 6th time Gojo, this isn't something you can avoid, the higher ups will be after my ass-”

“Right right right and it's my job to be a responsible adult yeah yeah, but could you repeat what you want me to do again? Sorry but I lost interest at the ‘when you opened your mouth to speak about the higher ups’ part”

A sly smirk spread across Gojo’s face, and if it wasn't for his infinity, Iori would’ve decked the man right there and then. 

“Just. Fucking. Sign. The. Report.” Iori seethed and slammed the pile of papers on the desk that Gojo had his feet propped up on, nonchalantly relaxing in the chair behind it, hands behind his head. His day had been nothing but boring, and though it seemed like he was looking at Iori due to his blind fold, Gojo was actually staring at the ticking hand of the clock behind her that hung on the wall of the teachers lounge.

 “Is there anything at all that even interests you in the slightest? Or are you just too immature to ever care about anything.” Iori complained as she moved towards the door to leave Gojo alone in the vacant lounge.

“Oh, there are some things~” Gojos voice trailed off and Iori didn't even need to look behind her as she slammed the door to know his lips were curved into a shit eating smile. Just as the door slammed shut, Gojo felt his something buzz in the pocket of his black pants and with one hand he slipped the phone out of his pocket. 

“Speaking of....” Gojo mumbled and he quirked an eyebrow in curiosity when his eyes fell on the name of the contact who sent the message. He took his long legs off of the desk and placed back onto the floor, slightly arching his back to get a better look at the notification. 

𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐮💙💖

1 Image attachment [6:34 PM]

With the pad of his thumb, Gojo lifted up the side of his blind fold so one of his heavenly sapphire sky blue eyes poked out in order to get a clearer view. Then, he watched as three dots appeared in grey bubble, which quickly disappeared and was replaced with a message

I miss u <3  [6:34 PM]

 The moment he clicked on the image, a wild cocky grin grew on his face.

“Damnn...”

You sat on the floor in front of a mirror, legs splayed in a w shape as a child would. You were wearing one of Gojo’s light grey T-shirts which was clearly too big on you; the material hanging from your body and exposing one of your bare shoulders. The cloth dipped perfectly around your curves, showing the outline of your breasts and due to its thinness, Gojo could even clearly see your hard nipples poking out in tiny little peaks.The rest of the fabric pooled over your hips, just barely covering your cunt. 

Gojos fingers immediately go to work typing out a message. After he sent it, he leaned back on his chair to watch your text bubble appear and disappear in amusement. Gojo’s hand moved so it slightly hovered over his clothed crotched which hid his growing erection.

Gojo: Oh? Getting confident are we?

You: Why? Do you not like it?🥺

Oh Gojo liked it. Even more, he loved it. The 4 screenshots he already took was proof of that. In fact, it was already added to his album of other more special pictures he had of you. 

Gojo: Of course I do pretty girl, I just didnt think you had it in you

Gojo: In fact cupcake, I have an idea~

Gojo: Why dont you show me how much you miss your boyfriend? 

Gojo chuckled how your text bubble immediately disappeared, and any notice that there was a sign of life on the other end vanished as his phone grew silent. That was ok though, Gojo expected this, that's why he said it. There was just something about reminding you who was in charge that gave Gojo joy.  He applauded you for your effort though. As far as your little confidence streak went, he didn't think it would take him long to stomp on it right in its tracks. 

Now what he didn’t expect, was for you for the text message that followed.

𝐊𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐟𝐮💙💖

Ok :)

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Thank god Gojo was in a room alone because he never bothered to check the fact that his volume was on full, and the moment he pressed play, your needy whines and the wet clicking sound of your arousal filled the room.

“Shit.”

Gojos eyes widened and his hand subconsciously flew to his crotch to palm his fully hard dick trapped in his pants. The entire video was only three seconds, not nearly enough to satisfy his appetite but enough to ignite his craving.

 He watched the way your pretty little fingers disappeared into your cunt and how you slowly humped your hand and you started to rub your clit. Oooh Gojo could do so much better, he knows he could, he could make you cum in half the time if he wanted to and fill you up more than you tiny fingers could ever hope to achieve. After the video ended, he immediately played it again, taking in the way you whined his name, the ‘pap pap pap’ of your palm against your clit and the deep blush that painted your cheeks. And when the video finished he played it again. And again. And again. And again. 

Gojo didn't realize how many minutes had passed he had spent palming his crotch while watching the video on repeat until he received another text from you

I feel so empty without daddys cock :((

Wanna see and hear you satoruuu🥺

pleaseee🥺

Fuck, you couldve said less, Gojo already was on it, locking the door to the teachers lounge and making his way over to the brown couch that sat in opposite from the desk. Who cares if he was going to stain the cushions, he’ll just get one of the first years to clean it up and say he spilled his coffee creamer. Even better, he could get you to clean it, ah that did sound better, he’ll settle for that then. Besides, you knew how messy he always gets, and this was your fault.  

Gojo: Oh? Now? Even though I'm at work?

If you were to look up the definition of hypocrite, Gojos picture would be right there. Metal clanking sound of his belt unbuckling filled the room and with a fervent sense of urgency, Gojo pale hands reached down to shimy his pants just enough so the bulge of his dick pressing against the grey cloth of his boxers could be seen.

You: 🥺 please daddy?

Now he really couldn't stop, especially since you just called him by his all time favorite pet-name. Gojo let out a chuckle as he pressed the call button and put the phone up to his ear, while his other hand carefully pulled out his throbbing length. It only took a couple rings for you to pick up and the sound of your cute voice to flow out like a melody that made Gojo unintentionally slightly buck his hips to the palm of his hand. 

“G-Gojo?”

“Hey baby~”

You didn't even have to be there to know there was a wide shit-eating smile on Gojo face, just the way he spoke gave him away. It made you bite your lip, and for a quick moment you almost forgot your whole plan and gave in to the impulse to relinquish all control and become victim to his incessant teasing like you always did. Almost.

“A-are you alone?”

Gojo chuckled and let out a hum in affirmation.

“Why? You scared that someones gonna walk in and see me touching myself to your pretty voice?”

You fisted the material to his shirt and bit your lip, a deep red blush creeping on your face.

“Gojo... please...”

A milky white bead of pre-cum started to emerge from the tip of Gojo’s cock, and he used the pad of his thumb to smear the sticky liquid around the head. It was almost embarrassing what just hearing you whine did to him.  

“ I’m alone naughty girl, why don’t you tell me what you're wearing” Slowly, Gojo started to guide his palm up and down his disk,  his stomach tightening at the sudden rush of pleasure. 

“Im wearing your shirt right now... i-it smells like you.....I miss you..”

“Of course you do cupcake,” Gojo said with a breathy groan, watching his hand gliding up and down his shaft. It was so large compared to yours, so rough too, not nearly as soft and warm as your petite hands but his own would have to do for now. “So what are you gonna do now, touch yourself in my t-shirt? Or are you going to be a good girl and tell me why you’re so desperate today.”

There was a silence and you had to bite back your lip to stifle a giggle. 

“Mmmmm.... nah.” 

“What.”

A giddy smile grew on your face as you basked in your boyfriend's confusion. Who knew this power rush could feel so good?

“No to both. Guess i'm not feeling it anymore. Whelp, Bye!”

Before Gojo could say anything you had already hung up, leaving him alone with a painful hard-on in his hand. When he pressed the call button again it went straight to voicemail, the sweet innocent sound of your voice echoing in his head like a vexing taunt, only serving to increase his need for release. The tip of his cock was an angry red and prominent veins lined the sides, only accentuated due to the combined arousal and frustration. After a moment of silence taking in the situation, Gojo let out a soft chuckle and ran a hand through his white hair. 

“Damn, she got me good.” You did learn from the best after all. Sure he was pissed, but even more though, Gojo was excited. His mind was already racing with ways to punish you, ways to have you begging for his forgiveness-pretty voice muffled as he shoves his cock down your throat. He glanced at the clock on the wall, and in that moment he had never hated his job as a teacher more. 

~

There is no warning when Gojo enters the house. You thought you’d at least hear the door swing open and be given some time to hide from your definite impending doom, but it had seemed like you severely miscalculated.

“Hey Kikifufu~”

The voice comes from behind you, sending chills across your body and making you jump in surprise. 

Shit, he teleported.

Of course he teleported. 

When you turn around to face Gojo, you suddenly become aware of how small you are in comparison to him. He was practically towering over you and the look his blue eyes gave you made you clench your thighs together. It didn't help that an overpowering wave of his scent flooded your senses which accompanied his presence, the smell of strong sologne combined with the scent of sugar and lemongrass made your mind grow hazy.  

“Amusing stunt you pulled while I was at work”

“Yeah? Did you like it?” You ask, knowing full damn well he didn't. He hummed and took a step forward to close the gap between you, and you gasp when you feel your back press against the wall. You're still in his grey oversized tshirt, completely naked underneath, which you now understand was a fatal mistake.

“mm~ In fact, I was almost impressed” 

Gojos words come out low, laced with lust, and you jump when you feel one of your hands slide up the inside of your thigh. 

“Who knew you were such a dirty whore y/n”

You let out a soft moan when he slips a long finger in you and curls the digit in a ‘come here’ motion that has you grabbing onto Gojo’s bicep for support. His pace is agonizingly slow and you attempt to hump his hands for more friction to no avail.

“Satoru...more,” It hasn't even been a minute yet and you're already drowning in the pleasure that just one of his fingers is giving you. But the bliss doesn't last long, and in a couple seconds you feel empty again, the sweet taste of pleasure escaping from your grasps. Your brows furrow at the sudden emptiness in you and you whine in annoyance.

“Oh? You think i'm just going to give you what you want, after what you did?” Gojo grinned and it dawned on you what a fatal mistake you had made. You don't realize what's going on until you feel a harsh slap on your bare ass, making you cry at the burning sensation dancing on your flesh.

“Count.” 

When returning back to reality, you find yourself naked bent over Gojo’s leg while he sits on the bed, your butt sticking up in the air while he kneaded the abused skin in his palm.

“Don't make me repeat myself princess~”

The sound of skin against skin echoes through the room again and the pain has you digging your nails into your palms as your eyes grow glassy with tears.  

“Two!” You wail out.

“I don't like doing this you know baby” Another slap lands on your ass, this one harder than the last and you cry out in pain. “But mistakes can't go on punished.” He rubs soothing circles on the abused red skin before winding his hand back to land another slap.

“F-four!” tears were now rolling down your cheeks, your body quivering uncontrollably. Your sensitive skin felt like it was on fire, your nerves tingling as Gojo letting his hands gently glide over the welting skin. 

“Shit you like this don't you angel? Look, your fucking dripping” Two fingers glide along your slit front to back, collecting your juices before pushing into you. The wet clicking sounds of your folds coated in wetness was almost embarrassing with how loud they are, and Gojo flips on your back so he is hovering over your body while his fingers pump in and out of you. 

“Yes yes yesyesyes-”You roll your hips against Gojo’s palm and he adds another finger in you. His free hand rests heavy and hot on your belly, pressing down as his fingers curl up in a way you’re far too familiar with. 

“Where is that unwavering confidence now?” He tauntingly asked but your to lost in the pleasure to respond.The way his fingers tap on your G-spot has the muscles in your legs tightening as the dense warmth in your stomach teetered on the breaking point, but before it could break, Gojo removes his fingers.You let out an incredibly loud whine as your orgasm shrank back, your hips bucking wildly to try and gain the lost friction. “no! no, no, no, Satrou!”

“Want me to fuck your pretty pussy? Make you feel good?” He snickers darkly, the way his blue eyes stare down make you clench around nothing. “Then beg.” Fuck he was so full of himself, but at this point you had already given up whatever pride you had left to care.

“M’please I- ” You could feel his eyes watching you intently, burning the image of your tear stained face into his head,

“Almost there sweetheart,” His thumb finds your swollen clit and he starts to rub slow circles on the oversensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Please fuck me please please m’need you *hic*, wanna *hic* cum so bad-” Your voice is cut off when Gojo attacks your lips with his own, muffling your scream with a sloppy kiss as he thrusts into you. The stretch is insane, border-line painful even though you had taken it countless times before. But you don't complain, not when he is filling you so deep and when he’s kissing you everywhere, making sure you feel nothing else but him. And he does just that. There is nothing around you anymore, nobody on earth except the two of you, his entire being consumes you until your mind is only filled with him. 

Gojo. Gojo. Gojo. Gojo. Gojo.

You dont even recognize your own voice at this point, screaming out his name as Gojo pistons into you with brute force. 

“Oh- don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Your babbling strung out of your lips without much of a thought other than how deliciously good he was fucking you, his thick cock driving in and out of your velvet walls. 

“Shit, Look at you. You aren’t even making any Goddamn sense.” Gojo avowed. “You like it when I fuck you stupid, huh? Like being a warmhole for me to breed?” He pressed your thighs down so they are flushed against your chest, effectively folding you in half into a brutal mating press. The new angle has you squirming against his hold  due to the new tickling feeling it created in your stomach. 

“Come on, talk to me y/n, tell me how good you feel, how good im fucking you”

Gojo groaned, keeping up his brutal pace, his breathing becoming jagged and irregular. He was close, and you were as well. You could practically taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue and your hips bucked up to meet Gojos in a weak attempt to match his pace.

“S’good,” you slur out, “m’so happy..huuh...”It was as if you were made for each other, your cunt sucking him in with each push and shove that hit at just the right spots. With every brush of the tip of his dick against your cervix, black spots filled your vision and pushed you closer to your high. 

“You gonna cum baby? *hah* Come on pretty girl, cum, fucking cum” Gojos hand flew to rapidly rub your clit back and forth, hurtling you towards your orgasm. Your pussy tightens so hard around Gojo’s cock that he has to stop his thrusts, your mouth grows lax as you feel yourself splitting in two, coming with his cock buried deep inside you. 

“That's it,” Gojo fucks you through your orgasm, pouring the last of his strength into chasing his own high. His thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering before he stilled his hips flushed against your, burying himself in your creamy cunny.

“Fuck fuck fuck FUCK”

Gojo’s grip tightened significantly, a loud moan of your name slipping from his lips as his own orgasm washed over him, coming so hard he sees white. Even though you were oversensitive, he continues to ride his orgasm, lazily thrusting into you until it starts to become borderline painful. Finally, he slips out and collapses at your side, pulling your body into his chest, not caring for the fact that both of your bodies were slick with sweat.

[dailylooneys]

Happy 80th Birthday Tweety!

“I Tawt I Taw a Puddy Tat!”........”I did! I did! I did saw a Putty Tat!“.

Happy Birthday to one of the most famous Looney Tunes/Merrie Melodies character, Tweety (or Tweety Pie), originally created by Bob Clampett and later taken over by the creator of Sylvester, Yosemite Sam and Porky Pig, Friz Freleng.

Originally named Orson and was left unnamed in his first appearance “A Tale of Two Kitties”, until Tweety’s second film, “Birdy and the Beast”. 

Tweety’s voice and characteristics were modeled after a then well-known fictional radio character “Junior, the Mean Widdle Kid” by actor as Red Skelton.

Clampett would go on to direct a couple more Tweety shorts until his depature. He originally planned to direct Tweety’s fourth cartoon, “Tweetie Pie”, but was taken over by Friz Freleng and won the Academy Award.

In a similar approach to Tex Avery, Clampett was more interested in one-shots (once stated, after a few Bugs Bunny cartoons, he became bored with the character), which may be the reason why he didn’t create as many characters as Jones, Freleng or even McKimson, aside from Tweety, there was also Beaky Buzzard.

Clampett’s original Tweety was intentionally sadistic while still maintaining his cutesy demeanor, whereas Freleng’s Tweety was later toned down significantly (very much like Jones did with Bugs and Daffy in the 1950s onward), making the character innocent, naïve and, for most of the part, unaware of the danger around, however, at least a few of Freleng’s Tweety short would include some of Clampett’s original characterstics, until Tweety’s sadistic nature was entirely gone. 

Freleng’s Tweety’s designed him with even less exaggeration. 

Freleng paired up Sylvester with Tweety, much to the disagreement with the cartoon directors’ new producer, Eddie Selzer, who protested that Sylvester and  the unnamed woodpecker from 1945′s “Peck Your Troubles Away”, Freleng refused and, according to him, he angrily placed a paper-and-pencil to his producer’s desk and stormed out. Later, Selzer agreed to have Freleng make a Sylvester and Tweety cartoon short, the first one with them, as stated, won the Academy Award, and the rest is history! 

Like there competitors, Tom & Jerry, Sylvester & Tweety became labeled as “one of the best duos in animation history”, and who can argue with that statement! These duos starred in some of the best shorts ever made!!!

[confuzzled-crow77]

Broke the Internet 2.0: 

Every single thought that’s going through this smooth brain of mine is going down, so buckle up, bitches, this is either going to be super boring or super cliche or super regretful >:) 

I shouldn’t have eaten half a bowl of semi-sweet chocolate chips. 

Why is there 1800s crime sitcom music on in the background. It’s goddamn good music

What is happening? Where are we going? This is making me uncomfortable. They’re panning the entire clearing with this music in the background and I can feel veins in my neck tensing up. 

I swear what is this music from? If you’ve watched this episode you know what I’m talking about. It’s really good and I love it but what’s the purpose of this 

How long has Owen had a white flower in his hair? That’s pretty. 

Puddy loves Owen’s poetry!! 😭

Yeah, where has Rasbi been? I mean, the forest, but it’s kinda disappointing that their relationship has kinda faded away. 

OML VERSACE NOBODY FICKNG CARES GET OUTTA HERE 

Ad. 

If Puddy dies I’m going to blow up my phone. 

Wait did they say how Graecie was doing? Dang it did I zone out again? I’m not going back but either I forget or they didn’t mention. 

“Hee-ah.” 

Wait wtf is that LAVA why is there lava in a- woah goddamn. 

OW MY GUVKIGBGTJUMV (fucking thumb) I tore a chunk of my skin off on the side of my thumb and now it’s bleeding 

I find it amazing how Owen turns fans spamming for him to find Apo into a dark, torn mind hearing voices inside his head scream to go into somewhere he swore not to. 

Tf why are you not taking your diamond bow and stacks of arrows? Also why are you taking up THREE SPACES in your inventory with three dandelions that could be discarded or grouped together? Whatever

Apo just build different, ma dude. 

Okay am I stupid? Where did the water go? In between all the platforms there used to be water and now it’s all drained out 

Honestly hats off to Owen for not committing. I’d be long gone with the weight of the deaths and being trapped for years and ultimately failing 

HOLY SHIT WOAH APO VOICE YAAAAAAAAY!!! God that came outta nowhere. 

Okay theories: he says it’s difficult to explain about his body - he has a new one that he obtained through bad crimes. It might just be me reading the second Scythe book where a dudes head is fitted on someone else’s body to survive but ya know. But then he wouldn’t have the same voice. Some kind of regeneration or reincarnation or transference of consciousness. Hes done awful things to live and that’s why they eventually fight. He was saved by the people who created the maze. He was tortured and killed over and over by the creators of the maze. (Paused video to write this down) 

wtf oooooooh this is an animated part? Was Owen in a society that Hunted Apo’s people? 

I’m so confused on who is who. Hats off to the artist this is really great. This is “it,” isn’t it? Right? But I’m so confused and I’m missing a lot. Well I assume this guy is Owen and he is doing a lot of bad so that kinda aliens with what I said. Ohhhhggg insane smile. That is Owen okay. He killer Apo’s people? He hates Apo and Rasbi. The person he killed looks like Rasbi. Gimme a hot second I need to rewatch that 

Dude with insane smile is Owen. Wait but if they’re fighting why is the guy with the horns- oh so there was a peace treaty? So he’s angry at the peace treaty and so he kills everyone? Both sides? 

OH MY GOD IM SO STUPIDDDDDDDD 

So he was a bad person! DID I WRITE THAT DOWN AND POST IT HERE??? BY GOD I BETTER HAVE 

So different districts look differently, more or less like humans or demons 

No I was right. He got angry at the peace treaty so he started killing from both sides. 

Bro stop saying YOUR KIND. 

AHHHHH HERE IT IS

HERE IS IT

I KNOW 

“YOU ARE A DISEASE ON THE FACE OF THIS EARTH”

“AND I AM ITS CURE”

Bye Apo. BYE APO. GO APO. TEN SECONDS. BYE. 

BYE APO APO FUCKING GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GO 

NO WAR OF HEARTS 

APO PIE 

FUCKING ADS

NO NO NOWHFJWJRHE NO NO NO WORHWJDJ NO NO NO RUCKING ETOP NO JO WJD NO NO 

NO STOP DTOPNPLEASE STOP PLEASE STOP 

NO DONT 

PLEASE STOP 

No Apo you didn’t. 

Outsiders SMP Thoughts Journal! ;P

Heyyyy, so I’m watching the first five episodes of the Outsiders SMP and I thought I’d record my thoughts. I’ve never watched an SMP so this is going to be a very different experience. If you’re a fan and I say bad stuff I’m genuinely sorry; I’m sure it’s just not my thing. But who knows?

Here’s to @uni-amaly who is the mega fan who got me to do this.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Episode 1: So, I have read the first book of the Maze Runners. I think the concept is very interesting but it’s not my FAVORITE book. Let’s see if Outsiders does any better. First thoughts are: this is weird. And not the story or anything, just…I dunno, it’s Minecraft and it kinda takes me out of it. But I’m literally four minutes in.

“Is that blood?” “It’s ketchup.” “I’m not sure I want my name written in ketchup on a wall-“

Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Why not mustard?

Love Owen’s accent. I’m a sucker for accents.

Oeca is my favorite. Hes so unhinged I love him: “you guys wanna play a fun game where I throw a knife in the air-“ “NO NO NO.” And that’s the literal first thing he shows a complete stranger. 😭

Wait I’m confused. Owen has a British accent but he said “toe-MAY-toes” instead of “toe-maw-toes.” 🤨

Love how as soon as the other lady person says goodnight he immediately starts having an existential crisis.

Also confession: I have zero idea who any of these YouTubers are. So really going into this raw. Gonna watch episode two in a hot moment!

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

You don’t want to miss dessert - Rio (Good Girls)

Ok so let’s be honest, last night’s episode was just pure teasing, the hands, the smirks, the bedroom scene. God have mercy I’m about to bust 😂 The thought of Rio making you cum into his hands in his own family home while everyone is waiting outside is just 👅 Enjoy this one 😏

Warning : Smut

Word Count : 1.6k (Not proofread)

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Being in business with Rio was definitely a challenge for you. You’ve had your arguments over the past 2 years, them not always ending well. You had wanted out after 8 months, but he wouldn’t let you do that. He had threatened you for you to come back to work with him. The problem with your relationship, was that both of you always wanted to be right and have the upper hand. He loved that you were daring and confident, but he often needed to remind you who was boss.

You could say your relationship was complicated. It was only business related, even though the both of you had slept together a couple of times before, not making it a recuring thing. Three times, you had slept together three times since you had met him, each time better than the other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t drawn and attracted to Rio. Hell, even his name made you feel puddy. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever hooked up with before. Maybe it was the fact that you never really met someone like him, which is normal cause Rio is unique.

People wouldn’t necessary imagine the both of you working and being together, but that’s why it made perfect sense. Neither your entourage nor the FBI would suspect you to be in business with a guy like him. By the look of it, you seem to live in two different worlds, but you were very much alike. You needed to be in control, just like him and you had a certain way to plan and do things, which matched his way to do business.

He thrusted you, and he had spoken to you about meeting important people, which you were nervous for. You didn’t want to imagine someone more dangerous and intimidating than him, but you tried to prepare yourself for the worse. You were supposed to meet later that day and he had texted you the address. Parts of you was always being skeptical about his next move, fearing something bad could happen to you, not that you had anything to hide.

Being on your way to meet him, you felt the palms your hands getting sweaty, wiping them off on the black dress you chose to wear. Just like Rio, dark colors were your go to, often wearing dresses and skirts to show your legs. You got out of the car, walking slowly towards the red door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hey mama” a deep throaty voice startled you, making you turn around to see your boss boarding a slight smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your cheeks getting warmer as he motioned for you to follow him through the backyard. You got nervous for a minute but once you passed the wooden door, you saw kids running around and the smell of grilled food making your mouth water calmed you down. He walked towards the table, putting his arms around an older lady’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“This is my boss” he said, looking at her, then diverting his eyes towards yours quickly

“I’m just his grandmother” she said, chuckling lightly before looking back at you. “You must be (Y/N)”

“I am” you answered, nodding softly

“Well, both of you come take your seat, you arrived just in time for dinner” she said motioning her hands towards the table, where a few plates were already laid down. Rio pulled your chair as you sat down, mumbling a quick thank you, string at him as he took the seat next to you. You were getting slightly less nervous as all of you ate your delicious food while talking and laughing.

“So how do you know my uncle?” a 10-year-old kid asked you, taking a bite of his chicken.

“She’s just a work friend, bud” Rio answered for you

“What’s she do?” the kid asked again, looking at his uncle

“Um, she helps me out” he said looking at you “That right?” Rio smirked at you as you nodded

“That all?” the guy in front of him asked, stepping into the conversation, looking devilishly at the both of you. “Heard a lot about you (Y/N)” he continued as you felt Rio getting tense beside you.

“Um yeah, that’s all” you said slightly blushing, feeling Rio’s hand on your back, rubbing it slowly. He changed the subject, knowing his cousin was making you uncomfortable. You continued eating quietly as they all laughed and talked together. You could feel his hands on your back still, pushing back your chair before excusing yourself.

“I’m sorry, is there a bathroom I could use please?” You smiled slightly at Rio’s grandma, as she gave you direction. You made your way inside, finding the bathroom easily. You did what you had to do, and washed your hands looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss. You could hear the sound of their laughter from where you were, making you sight lightly.

You got out, making your way through the hallway, passing a bedroom, which seemed to be his grandmother’s. You stopped by the door, seeing some picture frames placed neatly on a bookshelf, making you walked closer into the room to look closely at them. You picked a picture of a young Rio graduating into your hands and it made you wonder what he studied. You didn’t picture him as a big school person, so you were surprised to say the least. You jumped slightly as Rio’s husky voice, interrupted you.

“What are you doing?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking at you, deeply.

“I don’t know, I just got curious” you shrugged your shoulders, watching his every moves. He moved closer to you, making you hold your breath, nervous and aroused. He made you weak in the knees and you could hardly speak without getting flustered. Even thought you were a confident woman, his body close to yours always had that effect on you, and he knew it. You turned towards the bookcase again, feeling his firm chest pressing against your back, as he picked up a smaller picture frame, the both of you looking at it.

“You find anything interesting?” he asked, his mouth next to your ear, sending down shivers down your spine. He put the frame back, his arms brushing yours lightly, making you turn around to face him. His eyes burned into yours, waiting for your answer. You licked your lips, looking at your fumbling hands before meeting his dark eyes again

“I don’t know” you said, feeling bold you dropped both of your hands on his chest, sliding them down until they could rest on the waistband of his pants “You tell me” you stated, before unbuckling his belt.

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you look at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He shook his head slightly, putting your hand down and dragging his towards your thigh. His finger danced on your soft skin, goosebumps rising onto your body. He lifted your leg slowly, resting it on his waist. His face now in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over throat, making you close your eyes, appreciating the moment. You felt his long fingers trail up to the side of your emerald, green lace panties, before making his way to your dripping core, spreading your juices, letting out a throaty groan.

The sound of him only making you wetter, his finger making its way into your warm tight flesh. A quiet moan erupted from your mouth as you grabbed his shoulder firmly, bringing him even closer to you. The room was silent, except for the sounds of his digits pumping in and out of you quickly. Your breathing was getting heavier, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. His thumb found his way to your clit, massaging it slowly, putting just enough pressure to make your body quiver.

He inserted another finger inside of your leaking fold, fastening his pace, making you clench around him. One of your hand traveled to his neck, digging your fingers into the back of it, as he let out a deep groan next to your ear.

“R-Rio” you mumbled quietly, clenching your eyes shut, feeling your climax approaching by the second.

“I know mama” he whispered “let it go” right when the words left his lips, you felt yourself relax into his embrace, as your orgasm took over you. He helped you ride it out, pumping his fingers slowly, before removing them from your inside. You faltered your dress as he moved towards the door.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss dessert” he said smirking before leaving you all flustered into his grandma’s bedroom. You waited a few minutes, before following behind him, joining the others around the table outside.

“Ahhh here she is. We wondered where you’ve been” Rio’s cousin exclaimed as you sat down. “Pie?” he handed you a plate, not waiting for your reply. You took it, placing it in front of you listening to the older lady speak. As you all finished your dessert, you saw Rio from the corner of your eyes, dig his finger into the whipped cream remaining on his plate, and popping them into his mouth sucking slowly on them. You could feel his eyes on you, and you could only imagine him smirking as his tongue lapped at his finger, the same fingers that were minutes ago buried into your tight pussy. Just the thought of him tasting the remaining of your hot fluid made you clench your thighs together, Rio not missing the sight of you getting flustered again.

“Mhh … I think this must be the best dessert I’ve ever tasted”

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Thanks for reading

Hope you liked it, let me know what you think

-K

[louisironson]

mmm….seinfeld, american vandal, and mlp for the fandom ask

ooh okay all levels of deep cut you’ve been here a while

Seinfeld:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): george costanza the absolute madman

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): i feel like any answer i give is just going to look like that tweet of jimmy fallon that says baby boy over it. especially if it’s kramer. that said you cannot deny that kramer is Shaped (i’m taking the “cuteness” part of the definition VERY loosely)

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): i know it’s just because he’s patrick warburton but. i’m gonna say puddy

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): crazy joe davola i see a character be a literal clown i am forced to stan

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): aren’t they all that’s the point of the show!! but. elaine

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): jerry, specifically to hear him go “oh no!” in the way he does in the outing when he realizes the two-line phone is broken

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): all of them g-d bless ❤️

American Vandal:

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): it used to be christa but lately it’s been peter

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): peter. you know the little guy w the big eyes that people are saying is the mascot for autism. that’s peter to me he’s my mascot for autism

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): jenna hawthorne we love gay people who lie

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): it’s technically not “canon” or “a thing that actually exists in the show” but i think about Noah Centineo Ashley Hanson all the time there’s just so much potential for dumb shit. Hot Guy Ashley Hanson (not my words) is the av fandom’s peak right after the potato famine au (you had to be there)

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): christa did nothing wrong!!! rafferty’s a bitch anyway

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): i want to fuck with a stoned dylan so bad. actually all the wayback boys it would be hilarious

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): kraz. av really affirms the philosophy of No Good Kyles

My Little Pony (and I’m specifically gonna say Friendship is Magic):

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most): i’m trying to remember which pony i had as my own contact picture during the era when i made every person’s contact picture a pony. it might have just been my oc though so that doesn’t count… i think it was either derpy or trixie

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped): any other autistics love derpy so much as a child that you maybe contributed to your own oppression a little like oops! anyway. derpy is my answer to this question

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave): princess luna for sure!!

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week): i was an octavia/vinyl scratch stan and they were my first gay ship. THEY LITERALLY HAD NO LINES the mlp fandom was wild y’all there are so many runners-up to this question

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave): the great and powerful trixie i adore her i love her

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason): i feel like every single character has a fanwork dedicated to tormenting them and it just feels cruel to pick one after all they’ve been through. i pick pinkie pie’s little gator whatshisname but specifically as like a science experiment because he’s so nonplussed all the time i want to see what makes him tick (EDIT: his name is gummy!!)

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell): by the time starlight glimmer appeared i wasn’t really involved in any fandom content so i promise i’m not jumping on the hate bandwagon but. i can just tell she’s ableist as fuck so fuck it. send her ass to the rainbow factory

[acmeoop]

Tweety Pie “Bad Ol’ Puddy Tat” (1949)

[chocolateheal]

The Shocking Revelation of Pie Pudding | pie pudding

In the angel of aliment holidays, today is National Pie Day.

Pumpkin Pie Pudding Recipe | MyRecipes – pie pudding | pie pudding

What bigger alibi to broil a pie or at atomic partake in a allotment of your favorite, whether it be angel pie, peanut adulate pie or key adhesive pie.

National Pie Day was created by the American Pie Council with the aboriginal ceremony captivated in 1986 to admire Crisco’s 75th ceremony of “serving foods to families everywhere”.

In celebration, we pulled recipes from the PennLive archive.

The Hotel Hershey’s Amber Chrism Pie

Ingredients

Directions:

Heat 1 1/2 cups milk and amoroso in 1-quart saucepan. Amalgamate 1 cup milk with flour, cornstarch, alkali and egg yolks. Temper by abacus 1/3 of the hot sugar/milk admixture to the egg yolk mixture. Return admixture to the pot and accompany to a boil. Activity one minute, afresh abolish from heat. Add amber and activity in until melted. Finish with boilerplate and butter. Pour into pies carapace and refrigerate. To serve, adornment with aerated chrism and baldheaded amber or unwrapped Hershey’s Kisses.

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Here is the award-winning angel pie from the 2019 Pa. Farm Show from Marie Miller of Mechanicsburg.

Caramel-Pecan Angel Pie

Crust

Directions:

Blend flour, amoroso and alkali in aliment processor. Add adulate and shortening; alloy until admixture resembles advance meal. Transfer admixture to average bowl. Add 5 tablespoons ice baptize and mix with angle until chef begins to array together, abacus added baptize by teaspoonfuls if dry. Gather chef together. Divide chef in half; abrade anniversary bisected into a disk. Wrap anniversary deejay in artificial and air-condition for at atomic one hour. Roll one deejay into a 9-inch amphitheater and save the added for the top. Fit the chef into a 9-inch pie pan and trim the edges to 1-inch overhang. Fold the chef beneath and coil the edges. Place in the refrigerator for 20 minutes. Use bisected of the band for the basal band and the added bisected for decorating the top.

Filling:

Streusel Topping

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Directions:

In a ample bowl, bung apples with auto juice, 1/4 cup above cider and vanilla. Let this admixture absorb for an hour in a covered bowl. Drain balance aqueous from the mixture. Amalgamate the pecans, amber and white sugar, biscuit and pie enhancer; add to angel admixture and bung to coat. Pour 1/3 cup caramel topping over basal of pastry shell; top with angel mixture.

In a baby bowl, amalgamate the flour, pecans and amber sugar. Cut in adulate until admixture resembles base crumbs. Sprinkle over filling.

Bake at 375 degrees for 30 account uncovered. Cover edges with foil; broil 30-40 account or until bushing is aerated and topping is browned. Immediately dribble with caramel topping. Cool on wire rack. Top with pastry cut-outs, if desired. Yields 8 servings.

Crazy Blooming Pie

Ingredients:

Directions:

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Preheat oven to 425 degrees. Amalgamate blooming pie filling, auto abstract and biscuit and set aside. In a ample bowl, amalgamate flour, baking crumb and salt. Add shortening, egg and water. Beat two minutes. Pour band into a deep-dish 9-inch pie basin and advance around.Pour blooming bushing admixture into centermost of band batter. Do not stir. Broil 45 minutes. Cool. The pie can be served with aerated chrism or boilerplate ice cream.A can of angel pie bushing can be commissioned for the blooming pie filling.

Peanut Adulate Atom Pie

Ingredients:

Crumbs

Filling

Directions:

To accomplish the crumbs, put peanut adulate into a basin and activate abacus confectioners’ amoroso about one-half cup at a time, bond it with a pastry blender. Add confectioners’ amoroso as bare until the admixture resembles baby peas. Pat two-thirds of the crumbs into the basal of the broiled and cooled pie crust. Set aside.

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To accomplish the pudding, mix sugar, cornstarch and abrade calm in a ample saucepan. Activity in milk and accompany to boil, active constantly. Beat egg yolks in a baby heat-proof bowl. Add a allotment of the hot milk admixture to the egg yolks and activity well. (This footfall keeps the yolks from affable into accolade eggs back added to the hot pudding.)

Add the yolk admixture to the saucepan. Accompany to a abscess again. Abolish from calefaction and add boilerplate and butter. Cool 5 minutes, active twice. Pour into able crust. Top with actual peanut adulate crumbs. Chill until pudding is set. Air-condition extra pie.

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