#sexy short read

[divinebunni]

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[divine-misfortune]

Aether waking Rain up with a cup of tea, Rain all bleary eyed and his curls are just wild - sweet thing only ever communicates in little chirps when he's this out of it and Aether loves every sound - sits beside him and lets Rain lean into his side while he drinks

It's that lovely mint blend Mountain spent forever trying to perfect for the water ghoul's birthday, he drinks it sparingly even though he knows Mountain would replenish the stock in a heartbeat but because there's something special about those dried herbs in that tin. It's the thought behind them that makes them so important to cherish

When he's done, he passes the mug back and leans up to kiss Aether as a thank you but like most mornings (especially the ones where Rain's feeling a little extra sappy for one reason or another) it's never just one kiss, neither of them ever want it to be just one either

There's a reason the two of them are always the last to the breakfast table after spending the night together

[servingsturns]

contains: fem!reader, foul language, crying, happy ending!

𝙰𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

summary: you and Chris were getting ready for a movie night when suddenly you had to use the bathroom, you leave your phone on the couch and chris decides to look through it.. when you come back and see him going through your phone you get a little upset which causes an argument between you two.

“Is the popcorn almost done babe?” you ask Chris while putting bags of different candies into a bowl.

“Yea has like 2 more minutes.” He replies, leaning on the counter next to the microwave waiting for it to beep as he watches me carefully with loving eyes and a gentle smile as I make a mess on the kitchen counter, he pushes himself gently off the counter and walks over to me, opening a bag of sour gummy worms and popping a couple into his mouth before pouring it into the bowl of candy.

The microwave beeps and Chris instantly bolts to the microwave to take the popcorn out. “Carefully baby you don’t wanna burn yourself.” I tell him with a hint of worry in my voice. “I won’t sweetheart don’t worry about me.” He says with a soft giggle as he roams through a cabinet looking for something before finally finding the item. “I got these!” He says as he turns around and presents his hands to me, on the, were oven mitts. I look at his hands for a couple seconds before looking at him and bursting out into laughter. “What? I won’t get burnt!” Chris says through laughter. After a couple minutes we both calm down and he finally takes the popcorn out of the microwave and transfers it into a bowl.

“look at all this!” He says proudly showing off all the snacks on the table, looking at me with a wide smile.

“Yea I can see!” I reply with a nod, admiring his adorable expression.

He grabs the popcorn and gummy’s before practically sprinting over to the couch. “You grab the sodas and cookies!” He says as he plops onto the couch with the snacks in his hands, placing it on the coffee table in-front of the couch.

I before doing as he said and walking over carefully to the couch, placing the rest of the snacks and drinks into the coffee table before plopping down next to him, immediately cuddling him as I wrap my arms around his torso and lay my head on his chest.

Chris looks down as me with a soft smile before kissing me on the top of my head and wrapping an arms around me, pulling me in closer.

We pick out a movie and after a couple minutes I can’t stop moving around and cannot for the life of me sit still.

Chris looks at me in confusion. “you okay babe?” he asks with concern in his voice. I pick my head up off his chest and look at him with a small, uncomfortable smile as I nod. “Yea.. I just- like really have to use the bathroom but I don’t wanna miss this part cause it’s my favorite..” I say with a slightly more embarrassed look. He looks at me and giggles before kissing me on my forehead. “Baby.. go use the bathroom I’ll just pause it for you okay?” He says as he tilts his head. “are you sure cause I don’t wanna like ruin-“ “don’t even finish that sentence. go.” He says with a soft smile before patting me on the back gently and scotching over so I would go. “ok I’ll be right back.” I say as I get up and quickly go into the bathroom.

Chris nods and giggles again as he watches me scurry into the bathroom and close the door, he looks down at the spot I had just been sitting in and sees my phone. He looks at the bathroom door then back at my phone and picks it up, he knows the password to my phone so he puts it in and starts going through it.

A couple minutes later, I’m finishing up in the bathroom as I’m washing my hands, I turn behind me to grab a towel off the rack to dry my hands with, after placing it back down I walk out of the bathroom to see chris on my phone.

The second he here’s the door open he looks at me with my phone still in his hands with a blank expression. “you feel better now?” He says as a grin starts to appear on his face, seeming to think I don’t care that he’s just going through my phone.

“Why are you in my phone?” I say in a confused tone as I slowly walk over to the couch.

The large grin that was plastered on his face was quickly replaced by a confused expression. “what I can’t go on your phone anymore?” He says in a slightly offended tone as he looks at me with our confusion in his eyes.

“no it’s just..you could’ve asked me you know?” I say in a slightly upset but reassuring tone.

“Oh god don’t tell me your all upset cause I was on your phone.. baby I was just looking don’t be weird.” He says in a more annoyed tone.

I look at him in slight shock before sitting down next to him on the couch. “I-im not.. being weird I just don’t think it’s right for you to go through my phone without me knowing..” I say as my voice starts to crack slightly.

“yea yea take your fucking phone and go cry about it like you always do, you see why I wanna go through your phone? Cause your so fucking protective over it you probably care about that shit more then you care about me.” He says to me angrily as he tosses my phone to me as he stands up , looking at me with an annoyed expression.

When he tosses my phone it lands on my forearm hardly. I gasp out of reaction to the pain and grab my arm as I start to cry softly. “C-chris w-why are you being like this..” I ask him through my sobs quietly, barely above a whisper as I look at my arm which my hand is still wraps around.

He looks at me as he hears the gasp escape my mouth, realizing he had accidentally hurt me. He shows the slightest bit of guilt in his eyes before going back to being completely angry. “your a cheating bitch.. I saw the guys in your phone. Who the fuck is Aiden???” He asks angrily, stepping closer to me.

I look up at him, my eyes filled with tears and mascara running down my face, my hand still gripping my arm gently, staring at him a moment slightly shaking before finally responding. “chris.. o- oh my god that’s my-“

“Save that bullshit for someone else y/n, I’ve had enough of this shit. Everytime I try to look at your phone you always get all bitchy and cry like a baby.. maybe that’s cause I treat you too much like one when your not. Your a fucking adult y/n. Grown the FUCK UP.” He tells me, basically screaming at me. I look at him in disbelief and shock as my tears come to a haunt and anger fills me. He has never yelled at me like this before, he’s never really yelled at me.. ever. Chris is usually very sweet and does as much as he can to make people happy and show them that he loves them and cares about them so this was very unexpected and odd for him to do.

I’ve always been know as a sweetheart, my smile and laugh is very contagious to others and I have a very bright aura and outlook on everything. Another thing about me is that I’m extremely sensitive and do not take yelling well at all. My mother always told me “if anyone raises their voice at you, especially a man, do it back.. but worse and louder.” But I never listened because I was afraid. Mostly because of what happened when I did.. My last relationship lasted for year and a half and I wish it didn’t last at all. He was very abusive, mentally at first and then it started becoming physical after our first argument, he raised his voice so like my mother said.. I did that same but louder and worse and that really set him off.. he starting throwing things and it got very violent.. after that day we went through my phone every time he saw me on it.. he wouldn’t even let me text my mother or anyone. I didn’t know how to escape but eventually I did then I met Chris and I first I was scared to start talking to him but he showed me that I could trust him and so.. I told him everything about my ex and he promised to protect me.

Since Chris knows about my ex, he knows I don’t like getting yelled at and I’m extremely sensitive but he’s doing it anyways.

Suddenly I stand up off the couch, clenching my fists. “Who the FUCK do you think you are????” I yell angrily at him. “You know EXACTLY why I cry when you look through my phone.. usually I’m okay with it but when you don’t ask that’s when it’s an issue. And trust me Chris, I fucking know Im not a baby.. but do you?? Do you know your not one? Because this entire argument doesn’t back up your claim to be mature.” I yell at him, out of breath and eyes filled with tears. Suddenly I start bursting into tears. “Fuck you asshole.” I say through sobs as I push him before cupping my face as I cry into my hands.

Chris stumbles back slightly from the push but still stands in-front of me, looking at me in shock from the rant I just went on, he’s still angry but the feeling of regret and guilt are starting to take over as he sees you break down into your own hands realizing how much he fucked up but still deciding to get the last word in, letting anger win over guilt.

“fuck you.” The second those words fall out of his mouth he instantly regrets it but he can’t say anything else, he’s afraid that no matter what he says nothing will fix what just happened so he stays quiet, letting the regret and guilt take over his body and he stands there watching you fall apart.

I sniffle and wipe my tears away with the bottom of my palms before meeting his eyes again, my bottom lip quivering. “I can’t- … I can’t do this.” I whisper out as I start to cry again softly. “your such a dickhead.” I whisper before quickly walking past him, running upstairs into our bedroom and slamming our door.

When I get upstairs I instantly start sobbing, i plop onto the bed grabbing my favorite stuffed animal bringing my knees up to my chest and crying into it.

After a couple minutes you fall asleep, chris is still downstairs. His head is spinning as he’s pacing back and forth thinking of what he needs to do to solve this. “What the fuck is wrong with me???” He asks himself angrily as he slams his fists into the kitchen counter.

Chris eventually (after about 2 hours) decides to go upstairs to check is everything’s okay. He quietly but quickly makes his way upstairs, when he reaches the closed bedroom he stands there for a moment thinking of whether or not he should go in, after a couple seconds he hesitantly opens the door and sees you sleeping, cuddled with your favorite stuffed animal and his heart immediately drops, seeing you laying there with you tear stained face and puffy eyes makes him feel even worse, he sits down gently on the edge of the bed as he watches you, talking in everything about you as he starts to cry as silently as possible, he puts his face into his hands as he starts to sob.

I hear little sniffles and quiet sobs coming from the end of the bed, when I open my eyes I see Chris sitting there crying and I instantly sit up, immediately waking myself up completely. “chris?” I say quietly, trying not to startle him.

He looks up from his hands and into your eyes, seeing how red they are from you crying and hearing you say his name makes him start crying even harder. “Y/n I- I’m so.. so sorry.” He says in between sobs, not taking his eyes off yours. “Im a piece of shit I’m a terrible boyfriend and person I’m so sorry baby.. I’m so sorry.. I’m sorry for everything I said and my actions and just everything I’m so so sorry my sweetheart there’s nothing I could say that could explain why I did that cause I have no idea I’m just such a fucking idiot and I don’t wanna loose you.. I CANT loose you your the love of my life I can’t loose you.” He goes on as he sobs, grabbing your face gently.

I start tearing up as he goes on his rant, I shake my head. “baby- please listen.. your not any of that, you hear me? Im sorry for over reacting about my phone I have nothing to hide from you, you can go through it whenever and I’m sorry for being a sensitive little bitch I-“

“Shhhh no no no do not even try that shit little girl you had a reason to get upset. I didn’t. Please do not blame yourself for this. Please. This is all my fault and I’m sorry. Im so sorry.” He says as he wipes the tears from my cheeks.

I nod slightly not completely agreeing with him but giving in anyways.

He looks at me as his tears come to a stop, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs gently as he admires me. “im so sorry my sweet girl. I love you so, so much.” He whispers as he tilts his head still admiring me.

“I’m sorry too..i love you.” I say quietly.

“no more sorry’s from you your not aloud to be sorry your too perfect to be sorry.” He says with a soft smile obviously trying to cheer me up.

A smile on my face starts to grown slightly, I look away from him and cover my face as I start to blush, falling into my back on the bed rolling onto my side.

He giggles slightly before laying next to me grabbing my waist and pulling my as close as possible. “There’s that pretty smile.” He says with a smile on his face as he pries my hands off my face to see my smile.

I giggle slightly as I move my hands from my face and hug him tightly, laying my head on his chest before yawning.

“Okay sleepy girl let’s go to to bed.” He says before kissing the top of my head and reaching behind me to turn off the bedside lamp.

“good idea.” I reply quietly with a soft smile plastered on my face as I lay my head on his chest, our legs intertwined underneath the blanket and our arms wrapped around each other, making it physically impossible for us to get any closer, both our body heats making us warm as we slowly drift to sleep in each other’s peaceful presence.

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(This is my first fic so it’s definitely not gonna be the best but hopefully you guys enjoy! if you guys have any recommendations or suggestions let me know and I’ll do!! Also I didn’t put the warnings at the top sooo they are gonna be down here lmfao.)

⚠️𝚆��𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂⚠️: foul language, use of y/n, fluff andddd im pretty sure that’s it??? 🤷‍♀️ HOPE YALL ENJOYED!!

[chroniclesofnadia111]

[xskyll]

Any Lightning Struck Heart fans out there? I recently finished the fourth book in the Tales of Verania series. I decided to take a crack at drawing Sam and Ryan’s wedding in commemoration. I felt bad not including Tiggy, but I’m not creative enough to imagine what he looks like. So instead, I figured I’d just draw Sam’s mother best friend Gary and his step-dad soul-bonded sort-of-familiar Kevin. I figured they’d be appropriate inclusions since it’s their son’s friend’s wedding.

If you’re unfamiliar with the series, I highly recommend it! The humor is very early 2000s, especially in the first one. I described it to a friend and she said, “So like gay Shrek?” which I guess is accurate in a certain sense. Anyway, I loved Prince Justin’s development in the series, so I’m excited to read the final book, since it centers on him.

Fun fact, I couldn’t remember if Ryan’s hairstyle was described in the book, so I just Googled “douchebag haircuts” and went from there. If you’ve read the series, you get it.

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do you think leonardo or comte is older? i can’t remember it being specified but i’m not sure. i mean we have leonardo’s age but how old is comte??? i haven’t played comte’s route so idk if cybird mentioned it or made one up but his real historical birthday/place was pretty much unknown i think??? thoughts?

I always thought Comte was the older of the two? But to be honest I was never sure if that was just my bias talking or it was actually the case. So naturally, because I am So Normal, I did a little digging through all the stories I've read up to this point to see if there were any concrete indicators. The most promising lead I was able to find was from the "Tell Me Your Story" collection event.

Meta under the cut, since I was left unsupervised and it got long:

The contents that are most pertinent to what I have to say are as follows:

In this story, Comte speaks a little bit about his childhood because MC found him playing the violin. He talks about how he originally trained as a young boy on an instrument called "a rebec." Mind you, Comte says that he still has the first one he ever bought--he remembers because he acquired it the day he was told he would stop aging forever. In due course he takes it out to show her--and later plays for her, at her request.

Now, looking at all the facts. The violin was said to be introduced between 1540 and 1560, roughly speaking (I'm not a historian, this is all based on rudimentary research). This doesn't tell us too much though, as Comte does say the instrument he trained on and first purchased was much older. Many sources show the rebec dating back as early as the 10th century (meaning anywhere from 900-1000) in Spanish courts, a supposed mashup of the Arabic rebab and the Eastern European lira. The clearest written records (the few that exist) begin from the early 12th century and on, though it was at the height of its popularity towards the 15th/16th century.

Aside from the fact that that's fuckin crazy, that would place Comte as being born anywhere from 900-1100 (1200-1500 at the very latest). Now I know what you may be thinking. How the hell does that narrow anything down, Minnie?

Given the cultural implications surrounding the rebec's emergence, the context actually does allow certain tentative conclusions to be drawn. I've seen indications that musical talent with a rebec was considered a big deal as an indicator of wealth/higher status in the earlier years of that time frame. Taking Comte's childhood into account--that he was raised to effuse aristocratic breeding and poise--I think that makes it highly unlikely he was learning when it was most associated with street performers (during the latter portion of my posited time frame). Everything about Comte's family pretty much screams old money (aka wealth they were born into, not curated during the rise of the mercantile class trying to be posers), so I really can't see them raising their son to play commoner music.

Another very telling bit lies in the phrasing of how he found the instrument: "he discovered the old rebec among other goods from a foreign trader." Remember that in the latter end of the time frame, it was so commonplace it could probably be found among local vendors/craftsmen--there would be no need for them to be imported from foreigners. I imagine his family only had access to the instruments in accordance with their social standing; naturally the rich would have their connections, but not just anybody would have the money or means to get their hands on one.

If my beginner's dive isn't too far off the mark, that would make Comte anywhere between approximately 400-1000 years old. I get this hunch that he's probably somewhere in the middle, I just don't know where exactly. I wish I had a better estimation since that's a pretty huge range, but considering the lifespan of the rebec it's hard to tell.

The only great anachronism in all this is the existence of Comte's pocket watch which was gifted to him by his tutor (I believe that's what she was, I know it was one of the human people in his house when he was young). The first pocket watch is said to have been created in Germany in 1510 (and shortly after distributed in Italy), but honestly it feels a bit out of place compared to all of the other evidence available to us. If that's the case, then Comte could have been born in the 1490s (since he received it when he was like 12, somewhere around there). Honestly I do feel the game suggests that he's older than that, so there's some dissonance there. But I leave that up to personal interpretation, since I'm not 100% sure about it either.

Lowkey, I feel like they might have gone so hard with the timepiece imagery for Comte that they forgot the historical practicalities attached to them, so that's half the reason I don't know what to do with this information. I get that vibe of like something something rich people cop out, unless purebloods have weirdly long childhoods--

Leonardo I don't have as many receipts because I'm just a poor Comte stan trying to live (his collection stories are pain), but if we go by the indication that his in-game life loosely follows the historical figure and simply continues on with his faked death, that means he was likely born somewhere around 1452. I can't remember super clearly, but for whatever reason my only memory of age indicators for Leonardo was around 400 or so (which tracks with that interpretation). That would actually make him potentially younger than Comte, younger than I initially anticipated. Or, if Comte was born on the latter end of my estimations, they are at the very least close in age.

Also please don't hesitate to let me know if I'm missing any receipts on Leonardo, I have only one brain cell and she is trying so hard, my friends

As to the place of Comte's birth I haven't the slightest clue about that. It's pretty obvious he's of European ancestry, but as to where he was born/raised exactly, it's difficult to tell. Given all the talk of the rebec there's a decent likelihood he originates from the Mediterranean area/Southern Europe, as it is an Arabic instrument by origin that was adapted into something new by Spain. (This could mean he was born anywhere between France, Spain, Italy, or even the countries a little further up or closer to the Middle East.)

I considered Northern Europe/England, but honestly the evidence doesn't really seem to lean in that direction. Comte mentioned that he once lived in England and made friends there, but the way he talks about makes it sound like he was a visitor/traveler, not a native. And frankly, Comte isn't insufferable enough to be English lmao, he has a conscience. There is actually some tentative evidence for Irish descent, as the vampy mind persuasion/compulsion is termed "geas" in the game, which is a word that stems from Irish gaelic/folklore. The only reason I don't think there's a real connection is that there's no further evidence tying Comte to Ireland; and I don't think the etymology necessarily guarantees ancestry (though there is something to be said about the Irish gothic and vampiric origins).

Admittedly it feels like the game makes his nationality vague on purpose, and I think this has a two-part intention. The first is that historically he was shrouded in a great deal of mystery, so it only makes sense they would be reluctant to name a singular place. The second is that--and I don't remember where the screenshot is, I saw it a while ago--the game describes him as belonging to no one place (that he belonged to all and none). Keeping his character construction in mind, I feel like this aligns with his general theme of contradiction. He's a greater vampire who prefers to keep company among humans, he's a powerful being with a fragile/sensitive heart, he has strong convictions but hesitates constantly, he's able to blend in almost everywhere he goes but never truly feels like he belongs. It would only make sense, narratively speaking, to keep with that motif/trend.

Also quick aside, because I can't help the music nerd in me. Rebecs are bitchin?????? Holy shit slay. Fun fact: they appear to have been primarily used for festivities, played for dancing. That gives a whole new impression to the fact that he bought one the moment he found out he would never age any further. I guess I just think about how that's a pretty joyous purpose for the music (beyond the pedigree aspect). That he clung to this specific artifact as a way to remind himself of his connection to humanity, that it was about people gathering and enjoying each other's company (and yet at the same time, all the political games that come with such leisure)...what a reflection of who he is today. I think it's fascinating how much people are at the heart of his personal motivations and feelings, considering how easy it is for purebloods to become lone wolves (power and secrecy would lend itself to that.) Instead, Comte chooses to hide in plain sight and actively works to stay engaged in the times and among the population. Then again, if I were hundreds of years old I would probably also beg for a distraction from the encroaching madness so like ajkhslgfkjhfslakjh it's very sweet but also mood...

In short:

Thank you for the ask, lovely!! 💛💛💛💛 I hope this answers your question? I love any excuse to talk about my one and only 👀💍

[mgbookland]

50 aniversario de la publicación de Carrie, primera novela de Stephen King.

Carrie, una joven de apariencia insignificante, acosada por sus compañeras de instituto, vive con su madre, una fanática religiosa. Un día en las duchas, la primera menstruación de Carrie provoca las burlas de las demás chicas y desencadena una sucesión de hechos sobrenaturales y terroríficos. Con el instituto como epicentro de la trama, la pequeña ciudad de Chamberlain, Maine, verá cambiar el curso de su historia en manos de la aterradora adolescente.

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I’m sitting on something while I’m reading😜

FREE OF😍

[anulight]

I promise not to do this often, but this was an exception of the amount!!

Thank you to all my readers, especially those who leave me kudoses and comments! Feel free to criticize me by the way.

[firkant-fugl]

Got to hang out w my crush/date for like an hour and ahhhhhh I'm so smitten

[pleasurablepersuits]

• A New Friend •

Tyler called Claire as he was leaving work on a Tuesday night “It’s been a long week can you meet me for a drink?”

“Of course” she said “I will Uber there and we can drive home together after we unwind, I love you”

They decided on a small dive bar, not dirty but small and quiet. A perfect place to sit in the corner and forget the world.

Tyler arrived first, “Coors light and a shot of Anejo, and something hazy my girlfriend will be here any minute”

Tyler took his shot and chased it with beer. He was tense and wanted to take the edge off as soon as possible. He scrolled his phone for a while until the door opened letting in the slightest light from the outside world. Claire saw him immediately and headed straight to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, she wasn’t dressed in anything abnormal, it was modest actually. Since meeting her he had become obsessed with her body. She had on small denim shorts and a cut off t shirt. She knew he liked that and he loved that she knew that and acted on it.

“Hi baby, is everything okay?” She asked

“Everything is fine just a rough week”

This is a typical answer from him but can mean so many things.

This time she believed him. Nothing seemed off, he just needed some time to unwind. He needed a buffer between work and home and having a quiet drink with her at the bar provided that.

That talked for quite some time. Sipping beer, taking a couple shots of their favorite tequila and laughing. The outside world disappeared.

About an hour after they had arrived a woman approached the bar next to Claire. She was attractive but unassuming. She had on a skirt and a nice blouse almost certainly just getting off of work.

“Can I have a hazy IPA?” She ordered

“Excellent choice!” Claire joked holding up her pint glass as a show of approval

The woman chuckled, gave the bartender her debit card and walked away.

As she walked Claire looked up and noticed Tyler looking at her ass as she walked away.

“You want to fuck her don’t you?” Claire asked him

Tyler ignored her and they kept talking. It had been some time since they got to spend time away from all the bullshit of the real world.

“I have to pee, you should order us another round of shots” Claire said as she walked away. She vanished around the corner towards the bathrooms.

Tyler ordered the shots and noticed they had been there for a while. He wondered where she went.

Several minutes later came back and leaned against the bar

When she got the bartenders attention she ordered “Two hazy IPAs please”. She kissed Tyler, grabbed the beers and left again

“WTF” he thought. He knew she was friendly so maybe she ran into an old friend on her way to the bathroom and shrugged it off.

He ordered another beer and then another. She usually loved hanging out with him so this seemed strange. Just has he reached to pull out his wallet and pay their tab Claire and the woman popped around the corner. Claire was holding her arm but he couldn’t tell if it was friendly or flirty. The were laughing as they approached him.

“Tyler this is Ashlynn, neither one of us knew this place closes at 10! She wants to come back to our house and drink tequila but I promised her we would stop on the way home and get some beers too”

“Nice to meet you Ashlyn, I can stop right around the corner from our house but we have to hurry they close at 10 also” Tyler stated

They all got in Tyler’s truck. Claire in the passenger seat and Ashlynn nervous in the back.

He pulled up to the store “anything else besides beer?” He asked

“No thank you”

He ran in quickly and grabbed the beer. When he was walking back to his truck he noticed Claire wasn’t in the front seat. He opened the door, hopped in and noticed her in the back seat. He didn’t think much, the house was pretty close by. As he was reversing he heard what he thought was the sound of kissing in the back seat but was too nervous to check. Right when he put the truck into drive Claire stood up and leaned over his center console. She grabbed the rear view mirror and tilted it down.

When she sat back down he heard her whisper to Ashlynn “He loves watching us be little sluts” as he looked into the rearview to see what was going on the mirror was pointed so all he could see was Ashlynn’s legs spread open and Claire’s fingers rubbing her clit. He pulled up to the house and just before he got out Claire reached around and put her fingers in his mouth “She tastes good doesn’t she daddy?”

They all went inside and poured shots of tequila, they stood in the kitchen and drank like Claire and Tyler had done a million times before but this time was different. There was a different energy. Claire put on music and she was very handsy with Ashlynn, at first Ashlynn was shy but she was warming up quickly.

“You’re so pretty” Ashlynn told Claire

“Omg thank you! I think you’re so pretty too” Claire responded to her as she kissed the back of her neck.

Tyler was quiet, he didn’t have much to say but he loved watching Claire get turned on and turning someone else on.

“Let’s go to the bathroom” Claire told Ashlynn

As they walked away Claire whispered into Tyler’s ear “remember what I asked you about her at the bar? Guess what, I want to fuck her too. Will you meet us in the room soon and let us share your huge cock?’

She didn’t wait for an answer and jokingly chased Ashlynn down the hall.

Tyler poured himself another shot. “Is this really happening” he thought to himself.

He walked down the hall to the bedroom. When he walked in Ashlynn was on her back with her hands running through Claire’s hair. Claire noticed Tyler walk in, she looked up, made eye contact and smiled but certainly didn’t stop. She buried her face right back into Ashlynn’s pussy. Claire was moaning, so turned on that Tyler was watching. Tyler sat in the corner with a beer just infatuated with what was going on.

After Claire made Ashlynn cum. She pushed up and looked towards Tyler. She told Ashlynn “you have to see his cock, it’s perfect and I want him to make you cum like he makes me cum. Will you be a good girl and take his dick so I can watch?”

Ashlynn nodded.

Both girls walked over to Tyler and made him stand up. Claire undid his pants and pulled his already throbbing dick out of his boxers. “Told you” she proudly showed it off.

“Should we see who can take it down their throat the deepest?” Claire asked as Tyler grabbed the back of her head and forced his dick down her throat. She wanted to win and showed it. He let go and she pulled back taking a deep breath with spot dripping onto her tits. He grabbed Ashlynn’s head and fed her his dick. She tried her best but couldn’t compete with Claire. Ashlynn continued to suck his dick while Claire stroked it from the base.

“Stand up” Tyler demanded Ashlynn.

Tyler threw Claire onto the bed on her back and bent Ashlynn over at the waste shoving her face into Claire’s perfect pussy.

“Make her cum like she just made you cum”

Ashlynn ate Claire out while Tyler slid his rock hard dick into Ashlynn and fucked her slowly from behind.

Claire looked up and said “Daddy, I promised you would make her cum. Please destroy her like I told her you would.”

Tyler grabbed Ashlynn’s ass and started pounding her long and hard. Even though it felt good he was fixated on Claire. He was getting harder and harder watching her get her pussy licked and arching her back in pleasure. Ashlynn had to stop doing down on Claire while her legs were shaking and she was cumming on Tyler’s dick.

“Come here and taste your friend off of me” Tyler told Claire as he grabbed her hair pulling her towards him.

Tyler threw Claire onto her back with her legs wrapped around his shoulders and gave her the longest strokes he ever had. Her pussy was quivering every time he almost pulled it out.

“Ride her face while I fuck her” he told Ashlynn

Ashlynn straddles Claire’s face and Claire grabbed her ass while her tongue massaged her clit.

“I’m going to fucking cum” Tyler moaned.

Claire shot up and told Ashlynn to get on her knees “this is my favorite part” Claire explained.

“Cum for us daddy, we were so good for you, we need it”

Tyler stroked his dick and couldn’t hold it in anymore. He exploded all her their tits and let out the loudest groan. Claire licked the cum off of Ashlynn’s tits and kissed her with her cum covered lips.

“Don’t let it go to waste”

Tyler walked away and got a towel. The all went down to the kitchen after they cleaned up and took another shot.

“Your Uber is almost here Ashlynn” Tyler said

[ragnar0c]

I've been trying to read light novels. It's a nice way to read more stuff from anime I like or get into new anime.

but.

It'll be so fun until they say a random misogynistic line or describe a woman 😭

[bitchkay]

I need more Issei Matsukawa in my life

Please

Guys I miss my man

I'm getting faint oh lord😵😵💫💫💫💫💫

[mgbookland]

Clásicos

[kerryweaverlesbian]

I know you've wrotten meanstiel yourself but I was wondering if you had any other recs for it? Althought I do still need to read 2 of your ones too

Unfortunately going to have to come out as a fake fan because I haven't read ANY other meanstiel and even my megstiel is limited enough that I can't recommend any off hand. There's a very. Particular dynamic that I like for meanstiel. And I don't want to read bad takes on Meg because she is my blorbo and I feel this would make me unduly upset. So I haven't delved into the ao3 tags even a little bit.

I went through enough "trying to find decent throuple fics where my favourite is the least popular and there is a significant fandom shipping the other two" in the captain america fandom (where my favourite was Sam Wilson AKA the falcon and my primary interest was samsteve but people claiming to write "samstevebucky" were in fact writing stucky wearing a "sam is their therapist and has no plotlines or negative feelings and is functionally a sexy extra" trenchcoat). I've done my time in the fandom mines...

(This isn't meant to disparage or discourage people from writing meanstiel!!!!!!!!!!! Please do!! More thinking about Meg more better! I just probably personally won't read it lol)