#so now i have to learn to just 'fuck it we ball' with myself again (and its what ive been doing for the past months but its hard fr)

[psycheetamore]

Punish me (part 2 of 3): Feyd-Rautha’s lessons for virgins

Notes: “Have no fear. I remember you have never been fucked before. No woman leaves my patronage a virgin” he said, sounding deceitfully considerate. “It is not becoming to my name, nor my role as a tutor.”

“You will need to replenish your energy, before we can commence our next lesson” pointing at a new spread of food on the table. He withdrew a chair and allowed you to sit. While you tugged in, he watched you with amusement. You did not try to hide your nakedness, as hunger had overtaken you. He touched the marks he had left on your neck, your shoulder, your hips, causing you to shudder.

Tags: MDNI, Feyd-Rautha is his own trigger warning, manipulative Feyd, talkative Feyd, dominant Feyd, physically imposing Feyd, humiliating Feyd, oral demanding Feyd (as a tool of near-daily conditioning), nutritious black cum giving/weaponizing cum Feyd, food depriving Feyd, attention depriving Feyd, drugging Feyd, dubcon/noncon Feyd, no beta we die like duke leto. The author may actually start to have regrets looking at the tags - I trust I do not need to add ‘dead dove don’t eat’ with all these tags. Tbh, this is absolute fey foul filth no-one should read. Please note additional tags for this chapter: deflowering Feyd, ‘idk what aftercare is’-Feyd, powerplay Feyd, despite all of this still being able to make women (you) horny & cum-Feyd

Word count: 6k

Link to Punish me (part 1 of 3) – learning how to succumb to Feyd-Rautha’s process of redemption

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The na-Baron did not bring a basket, yet you stayed on your knees. You took what he had to give to you. He replenished your thirst, he gave you a bit of energy. Whether it was due to the nutritional properties of his cum or due to nourishing properties of his approval, you did not know. Perhaps both.

And you were rewarded for it, as he took you to a nearby room, where a table was set up with a wide array of foods.

“Before you can sit here, I need to wash you. You have started to smell foul” he said, with a diminishing voice and disdain on his face. It felt like a slap in your face, as you had done your best to keep clean using the tools you had been familiar with.

He brought you to his private bathroom, where a small bowl with water stood on a counter.

“Strip” he ordered, “for me” was added with desire in his voice.

You could not remember the last time a man had seen you fully unclothed. Combined with additional shame he had just introduced and the suggestion of lustfulness, you were fearful.

“My lord… if I may. You have been so benevolent in your gracious hospitality. I would not want to burden you. Please let me clean myself, while you take a moment to rest” you tried to argue. “Please.”

He must have heard the panic in your voice. The tremble. He must have seen the vibrations in your limbs, as he grabbed you by your hair and violently pushed you with your chest against the wall: “never. Never do that again. Never contradict me” he nearly burned in your ear. You could feel the spit flowing from his mouth to the side of your head.

With his free hand he grabbed a knife from his belt and pushed it against the seam of your trousers. It did not take a lot of effort to have it fall down in pieces to your ankles. You heard his knife be sheathed in his belt again, as he dragged you to the counter and forced you to extend your arms by placing your hands on it.

With this foot he motioned you to spread your legs apart, exposing you in all your vulnerability to him.

You had no clue what he was about to do, but you were already regretting your attempt to maintain your honour.

An open hand adjourned with rings found your buttock in full speed. And another. And another. Between slaps he spoke: “never”, “ever”, “contradict”, “ME”, “again”, “if”, “you”, “want”, “a”, “chance”, “for”, “salvation.” For good measure, a few were added.

Your knees trembled from pain. Your skin must have been opened by now. You wanted to curl up like a little ball. But he did not allow you: “stay still. You have lost your privilege to undress yourself.” His knife cut through your remaining clothes like butter.

Bend over in front of him, you stood there. Naked. Vulnerable. Hurt.

He grabbed a scrubbing cloth, dipped it in the water, and started to work on you. He pushed hard. Harder than necessary. Your entire skin started to feel tender, while your buttocks felt like they were on fire as he subjected them to this cleansing.

By the time he had done nearly your entire body, only your nether regions - still on full display - were left. He had even taken the time to cleanse your hair.

“Hmm” he muttered. “Shall I use the same scrub on your pussy?” Moving up to your head, he grabbed your hair to have you face him: “what shall I do? Have you learned your lesson already, or not?” His face was dark.

“Yes sir, lord Harkonnen. Please. Yes, I have learned your lessons. Please don’t use it there” you pleaded desperately.

“But how do I know you will remember your lesson?” as he gripped your skull with more force.

“Please, please na-Baron, please” as your face started to transform with the desire to cry. “Please” you pleaded again. “I cannot take it. It is too much. Too painful.”

“Hmm” he muttered again. “I am still not done. But I am getting hungry. Let me finish cleaning you quickly.”

Relief washed over you as he removed the scrub and threw it in the sink. Only then did you realise that you did not know what he would use as replacement. But you would find out soon enough.

He dipped his hand into the bowl, made a little cup and brought the water to your pussy. He started to wash it, quite delicately. Over your hilt, in the loins, on the outside of your folds. He repeated this a few times. It was a relief from the harsh touches you had undergone. It cooled you off. It deflected your attention. Your body, treacherously full of desire to live, bucked against his hand, ever so slightly.

“Impatient little cunt you have” the observant man replied nearly immediately, having caught the smallest of movements. “Don’t worry, I will come to you shortly, as he abruptly pushed one finger inside of you.

A squeal escaped you again. “Have no fear. I remember you have never been fucked before. No woman leaves my patronage a virgin” he said, sounding deceitfully considerate. “It is not becoming to my name, nor my role as a tutor.” He laughed: “what would my subjects think?”

You were biting your tongue not to say: ‘like you care what we think.’

He removed his finger with a curled motion, to bring his hand to the bowl again and collect more water. Now he started to clean your inner folds, his fingers hovering over your entrance repeatedly.

Your body started to take over from your stubborn mind, as you let your head fall down and a moan escaped.

“Hmm” he muttered. “Is my little Fremen guest already eager enough to attend this lesson from me?” as his fingers continued to work near your core. “Tell me. What is it you want?”

The feeling of hunger and thirst, combined with the humiliation, had left your mind going astray. It was increasingly difficult to fully comprehend what was going on, causing you to think less and respond purely based on your initial feelings.

“Whatever pleases you, my lord” was your response to his ministrations.

“That is the only right answer. You are starting to learn” he said, as he was petting your hurt behind. “But I still sense dirt within you. I will clean the impurity” he responded.

He grabbed another scoop of water, and repeated the cleansing. But now, every time a finger would pass your entrance, it would dip in ever so slightly. Every time just a bit deeper. Soon, another finger was joined. Showing you how, ever so softly, you could be opened, you could be set to welcome him, knowing his size would be difficult to adapt to.

“You are clean enough. Come” he ordered, as he led you back to his bedroom, still undressed.

“Here,” he pointed at his bed which consisted of canopy held up by four pillars. You obeyed and stood next to the bed. “Wrap your arms around this pole” he instructed. As you complied, rope came from from under the bed, which was used to tie your hands together and connect them to a fixed ring. You did not know what he was up to, as he had just said he wanted to eat, but you did not have the capacity to deal with more pain.

“You will stand here, while I eat” he presented as a mere fact. No consideration for you, and your hunger, which did not surprise you anymore.

As he ate, facing you, you were left to stand there. Stripped from your modesty. No place to hide. Exposed. Uncovered. Afraid.

You had hope, deep inside of you, that as long as you did not rub him in the wrong way, he would come to give you something as additional nourishment.

But he did not. He ate slowly. Deliberately very slow. He made sure you saw him eat. He made sure that you knew he was looking at you. Looking at you with the pry of a predator when game has caught its eye. Looking at you, with eyes spitting the defiling filth he was planning on laying onto you.

The hunger made place for fear. You knew what he was capable was in this very room. You had heard the sounds, and you did not want to follow in those footsteps. You wanted to live.

Once you had embraced that notion, it somehow set you free. It allowed you to reimagine his foul gaze into a token of unencumbered attention for you. You recalled how your mind had ventured to explore what he would be hiding under his robes. And perhaps now was the moment you would find out.

This shift in your state of mind must have had an impact on how your body presented itself, as he growled, again observant as he could be: “it seems like you are more than ready. You are eager. I believe you want me to fuck you, don’t you, little warrior?”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Yes, what?” he asked menacingly.

“I am dying to be fucked by you, if it befits you, my lord Harkonnen.”

“Hmm” he moaned, “that’s better.” As he took a few steps towards you, he continued: “do you recall what I told you?”

“I am not sure, my lord?” you said, with slight angst in your voice, as he now stood just behind you, with his hands on your hips. You tried to look at him, but he was out of the reach of your neck.

“Once I fuck you, once I take you, you may call me by my given name. But only then. And may I remind you that this is not a suggestion.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Come” as he pulled your hips back while you leaned against the pole. “Spread” as he pushed his knee between your legs to make room for him.

You had started to drip. Your body had been preparing you for this very moment.

He kneeled down behind you, facing your core. While he opened the buttons to his skirt, he observed: “your pussy is beautiful, and is already glistening with moisture. This was prepared using the cum I gave you.” He threw the fabric covering the bottom half of his body on the bed, as he pushed two fingers in you. “So moist. You are desperate for me. I even feel you pulsing on my fingers.”

As he curled his fingers, you arched your back inwards a bit more, exposing yourself a bit more.

“So fucking needy” as he withdrew his fingers and removed his trousers, which he kicked out of the way. “So fucking desperate to have me. Even more than that little mouth of yours” as he thrusted him inside of you. “It does not matter how badly I treat you, your body will betray you” he said in a moment of surprising honesty. Opening you with force. It would have hurt considerably more if your mind and body would not have started to prepare for him already.

“So wet, yet so tight. Even tighter than your throat. Tighter and wetter” he huffed as he kept on opening you further and further, wider and deeper.

“I am feeling how your narrow cunt is wrapping itself around me, clenching itself. You are ready to come already, aren’t you, little student?” while he grabbed your hair to expose your neck to his tongue.

“Yes” you moaned, “yes, my lord Harkonnen.”

These words had not left your mouth, or he had already slapped your still tender butt.

“Feyd-Rautha, Feyd-Rautha, I apologise” as a wall of pleasure came over you.

“Your first orgasm. Reached through pain invoked by my hand. How adorable” as he bit your neck while removing himself from you.

The na-Baron wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you onto the bed, still tied to the pole. There, you were leaning on the rope that was connected to the ring, now with your shoulder against the pole and your knees on the bed. He positioned you in front of him, guiding you to the right height while holding on to your hips, so that he could continue to take you.

With the pillar holding you tight, you could not move anymore. Every push he gave drove you against it, removing any buffer that you had to reduce the depth of his thrusts. This position allowed him to go deeper than before. You tried to tilt your hips to remove some of the length, but you slapped you again: “you will take everything I give you. Every centimetre, and you will thank me for it, woman” he rumbled.

“Yes, lord… Feyd-Rautha, yes. Thank you… for your… consideration” you spoke between thrusts, as each one left you breathless and unable to speak.

Your eyes turned in their sockets. You had no place to escape. No place to leave. He was in total control of what he was doing and what you were experiencing. He knew what he was doing. He knew the pleasures he was bringing. He knew that how he tilted his hips, the angle with which he drove himself into your core, would inevitably lead to another peak.

“Let yourself go. Trust me” he whispered. “Trust me. Submit to me. Give yourself to me” he continued to whisper. The intensity of the thrusts increased; he wanted to sheath himself in you entirely. You had nowhere to go. No rescue. You would give him what he wanted. Your body took over from your mind; his relentless fucking extending the length of your wave.

“Fuck, you are so tight. Even after everything I gave you, you still hold me so well” he moaned. He drove himself deep inside of you a few last times - everything he needed before he spilled himself inside of you, again.

Falling over you, his mouth reached your ear: “you are delightful. Even if you do not learn that quickly, you are a good fuck. For a virgin.”

Leaving you to contemplate whether this was a compliment or an insult wrapped as one, he removed himself from you and fell back on his bed, leaving you to your own devices. Within seconds he was asleep, while you were left in an uncomfortable position, still bearing everything to the world, but now with black cum leaking from your tenderised puffy pussy. Emotions raging through your head on what just had happened, the silence gave you some time to contemplate.

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Later that night, you were placed in your room again. Having been exposed for so long, you covered your nether region and your breasts with both hands, hurling your shoulders together. You felt his semen continue to drip down your legs and wanted nothing more than to clean yourself and lay down to rest your body.

You were removed from the relative comfort of your own mind by his harsh tone: “is this how you show your gratitude, girl?” he spoke with a tone bearing the equivalent of lashes on your body as your back was still facing him.

You turned around, fell down to your knees and touched the ground multiple times with your forehead. “Thank you for defiling me, for taking the time to purify me, lord na-Baron” you said, while looking up to him, with hunger in your eyes. Begging him without words. He threw the remaining part of the space apple, which he was eating as he brought you back, onto your lap. “I was not planning on giving this to you, but you redeemed yourself a little bit” after which he closed the door.

That night you were sent back to your room without any clothes nor any extra food, but somehow you still felt fulfilled.

It was difficult to find sleep, wrapping yourself in the sheets of your bed, your mind reliving all the events, all the mistakes and the experiences gained.

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The next day he visited you again. The ritual repeated itself.

After it, he brought you to his bedroom again, sans sheets. “You will need to replenish your energy, before we can commence our next lesson” pointing at a new spread of food on the table. He withdrew a chair and allowed you to sit. While you tugged in, he watched you with amusement. You did not try to hide your nakedness, as hunger had overtaken you. He touched the marks he had left on your neck, your shoulder, your hips, causing you to shudder.

You did not question him, you did not ask him what was to come, even if dread started to cement in your bones with each of his touches. You were still sore on the inside and outside from yesterday.

It had taken mere weeks for you to succumb.

“Yesterday, I went easy on you. Today. I won’t” he huffed, as you took your last bite.

You looked up at him with fear in your eyes.

“You would be disappointed if I would do anything else” he said with a soft voice. “Wouldn’t you?” as he pushed some hair behind your ears. “Hmm, wouldn’t you?”

You were too afraid to answer. But also too afraid to not answer. “I don’t know, my lord. I am afraid” you said truthfully.

“A surprising good answer, little one” as he caressed your hair. Despite your eyes being averted to the table, you felt him target you as if you were prey. “I like my Fremen scared for me. Men and women. All of them. I like all my subjects afraid of me.”

He saw you tensing up, and it delighted him. “What shall I do to you? You came so beautifully yesterday. Shall we see how often you can come until you die from coming too often?”

You squealed and looked at him with pure terror in your eyes.

“Or maybe just until you pass out. I don’t know whether you can come, knowing I want to fuck you to death. In my experience not a lot of women can deal with that, although those from Giedi Prime are better placed than those from this planet. I believe the upbringing here is just a bit too... soft, I would say. You Fremen lack a certain level of ruthlessness. You do not face reality. You are too committed to life and fail to see how death is part of it. You have not embraced death at all. While, it is just another step in life. A reset. A way of absolution for the past.”

You were left speechless. Part of you wanted to shout: ‘yes, because of all the hurt and torture you bring, it is fucking salvation.’ But you wisely kept that to yourself. You had no idea how this would end. If anything would end.

“Now, stand up and lay near the head of the bed. I am pleased with my marks on your neck, but I need to see those I left elsewhere.”

With a heavy heart you stood up and complied. There was no other option.

You heard his chair move, but you could not hear his footsteps. He had a way of walking silently if he wanted to, allowing him to attack whenever he wanted. You shuttered at the thought, you toes clenching while keeping your arms close to your torso.

However, where you had expected him to strike, push himself in your still sensitive pussy, or at least inflict some other form of pain, it appeared he had surprised you again. You felt his calloused hands softly petting the wounds on your behind. “It is so pretty. My marks on your body. Here, let me put some cream on that will help you heal quicker” he offered.

You tried to look up, but could not see him well. It looked like his face adorned with a grin, but that could not be the case as he sounded so understanding.

A bottle was opened, liquid was spread between his hands. He straddled you by sitting on your back, facing your feet. “This will only sting a little” he said to your surprise, simultaneously placing both hands on your buttocks.

‘Sting a little’ was an understatement. It burned. It felt like flesh was burning of your bones. You tried to buck, to get your behind away from his hands, to push yourself up and remove him, but his weight was positioned too well and you were too weakened to allow you to do that. He knew what he was doing. He was punishing you again.

“My lord, what have I done to deserve this? It hurts so much. Why? What have I done? Please, please, make it stop” you screamed.

He laughed, a sound so evil. “Don’t worry my dear. You look so beautiful with these injuries. I want you to remember me forever. To have a token of my mentorship. I want anyone who ever fucks you - if there will ever be another - to be forced to ask about this, to learn about me, to think about me, to know I was your first, to acknowledge that they will never fuck you as good as I did. That is a lesson you will learn, don’t worry. We still have time” as he spread the liquid over your wounds. “This potion will allow precious scars to develop.”

Pain had taken over, causing you to jerk your body involuntarily.

“Hush hush, it will only take a few moments. The pain will subdue, and you will be left with a glorious reminder” he said, almost sounding like he meant it. “Hush hush.”

Somehow, it was true. Slowly the stings reduced in intensity. In the back of your mind, you could not help but think he would not be doing this if he were to dispose of you and feed you to these so-called ‘darlings’ anytime soon. Another thought that shot through your head is that he may have been doing this to send a signal to any new joiners behind the closed adjacent doors.

“Now, where were we?” he asked.

A rhetorical question, you presumed.

You presumed incorrectly, as he hit you on the sensitive skin still trying to heal: “you will answer me when I ask a question” he growled.

“My lord. Uhm…” trying to gather your mind. “I believe you said you fuck me until the many orgasms would overtake my mind and render me unconscious” you responded with dread in your voice.  

“That sounds about right. Turn around and spread your legs” he ordered. You complied. You always complied. “Let me see. How has your pussy been recouping from yesterday?” He went out to investigate the remnants of his own doings, his fingers pushing your outer folds apart, while he had placed himself on his sculpted torso in front of you. As you looked down on him, you saw him deliberately move his head in between your legs. Spreading them a bit wider to allow him the space to verify what he had left with the most sensitive part of his own body: his lips. A tongue ventured to observe to his insensitivities of the day before. It tended to all your folds, his saliva holding nourishing properties. Everything this man had to spill, apart from his harsh words, provided and replenished.

“You still hold me inside of you. I can still taste myself. Well done. The longer I stay in you, the better you can absorb me” were words of affirmation left his mouth, rebuilding your mind. “Let me heal you. You took quite a hit yesterday” he spoke, somehow sounding surprisingly sympathetic. Soon, after you spread your legs even further, his tongue found his way into you, while his lips removed the remnants of last night. You started to moan in response to his pioneering. The repetitive sucking, blowing and thrusting motions of this relentless man soon brought you to your first high of the day. The liquid you provided in response was devoured.

He placed his hands on your thighs to push them onto his still covered shoulders, as he threw himself in there again, his teeth gracing the most sensitive of your skin, grabbing and tugging whatever he could get his hands on. He pushed his tongue in further, causing you to grab the sheets and buck into his face. He sucked without forgiveness. He bit the most tender parts of your tender parts. A sensory overload causing you to inevitably arch your spine to seek relief. But he would not allow you. By now you knew that you would end up feeling much more worn than from the night before.  

The lord na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen was now focussed on just one thing: making you come so often you would faint.  

By itself, your body decided it might just as well succumb to it, as this man was not known to fail.

Your legs could no longer hold it and wrapped themselves around his head as he continued to lapse and caress. Your height was imminent.

Or so you thought. Just as you were about to come, he closed his mouth and wrestled himself out of your grip. You scooted straight up, leaning on your elbows, to look at him with a defying combination of discontent and loss.

“When you arrived you nearly choked on the idea that I would fuck you. Yesterday, you tried your best to hide from me. What will it be today, little greedy Fremen toy? What will it be today?” he grimaced, baring his black teeth which were laced with your white liquid.

Doubt hit your mind on how to respond.

Doubt left your mind as you saw him lick his lips.

You knew.

You knew he needed you at this very moment just as much as you needed him.

So, you decided to play a little game. “My lord – you are not fucking me now so I will address you like this – my lord. I may prefer to be left trying to hide from you” with a smirk of you own.” To make your point, you closed your legs.

“Hmm, someone is getting a little insolent, I see” as he grabbed your knees and pushed them as far as he could. “Nobody keeps me away from this liquid if I desire it. Nobody prohibits me from any cunt I desire” diving into your pussy again.

The moment of rest intensified the inevitable orgasm, as you grabbed his bold head and tried to push it as deep as possible against your folds. He permitted you.

After you rode your waive, he lapsed one last time deep inside of you to collect whatever he could get, pushing one finger in to gather more. Sitting up straight, he made a display of sucking his finger and his lips.

He scooted back, off the bed, leaving you to wonder what would happen next.

“Keep your legs open” he growled, as he saw a first twitch in your thigh indicating what he wanted to prevent. “This entire night you will not cover my sight on your delightful cunt.”

“Yes, my lord” you said faithfully.

Standing at the end of the bed, he dropped his clothes with a smooth motion. You could not help but stare. This was the first time you saw him fully uncovered. He was magnificent. Not a place on his body left unsculpted. Not a scar on his frame. A single shade of paleness wrapping him. His potency proven by the gravity defying angle his cock was standing in.

Wrapping his hand around himself, he gave a few thrusts, while carrying a face with a sinister look on it. Why, you would never know. It only made him bigger and more difficult to accommodate. But accommodating, that is what you would be doing this night.

His knees hit the bed, slowly he moved towards you. Instinctively you scooted back. Your eyes must have flared up in fright as he suddenly lunged at you, grabbed your feet and dragged your body to be under his.

Him towering over you, he found your neck to bite while his legs found their place between yours. His tip found your entrance, causing you to gasp in anticipation for the thrust. The deep thrust. The painful thrust.

But again, the actions of this man would not be predicted. He just lingered there, ever so deliberately moving not further than perhaps a centimetre or so, and moving out again. He was hard enough to be able to hold himself, as his thumbs tilted your jaw to expose you.

Entering you ever so slightly, and exiting again. Not finding the entrance ever time, gracing your most sensitive bud in the process. Every now and then suggesting to thrust, hard, only to stroke your folds, find a path between them. He was in total control, over himself and everything around him.

Soon, he had found a rhythm that worked for you, and sticked to that rhythm. Unyielding. He would not give up until you had given him another peak. The necessary lubricant being supplied by your pussy, spread through the few small entrances he made, you would soon be gifting him what he desired, as you bucked and pushed yourself against him, feeling your folds surrounding his warm length.

He raised himself a little, to look down at you. Touching your hair, whispering in your ear: “you are so pretty if you do as I say.”

You huffed and bit your tongue. A response he accepted, considering how he now did what you had expected earlier. You squealed, knowing the persons behind the other doors would be able to hear you. You bucked your hips, as he tilted you just slightly. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck as you started to breath heavily into him. He knew how to bring you to another high with just a few well-placed powerful thrusts.

Having heard the dreadful stories of your Fremen sisters speaking about how their man could not bring them pleasure, you started to understand why he was being so boastful about his skills.

“You still have so much energy left in you. I first need to drain that” as he replaced his cock with his fingers inside of you and the thrashing balls with his tongue. It was too sensitive. You tried to push him away, but he was not having it. “Submit yourself to the pleasure” as he curled his fingers to find the spot deep inside of you to bring you yet another orgasm.

You just wanted to lay down, recoup. Fall asleep in this soft bed. But it was not up to you to decide. He grabbed you by the side and toppled you over, grabbed your breasts and pulled you to sit on your knees. “Hold on to the head of the bed” as he spread your legs, grabbed himself and pushed himself inside of you.

Slurs left your mouth. Involuntary slurs. He was deep inside of you, filling you completely. Touching every sensitive part. While holding on for dear life, you knew he was still not going at full power nor speed. You felt his hips slam against your buttocks. You wanted to cry. You wanted to fall down. You wanted to sleep. You wanted to rest. You wanted to have all the impulses removed. You wanted him to go away yet never leave you.

He moved his hands from your breasts to your pussy where he could feel himself inside of you. They moved to your shoulders as he kept you in place. He did not even move that much; the depth ranged from deep to very deep. It was one plateau of height, where you could not recognise the beginning nor the end.

You were done. You had already been done for a while. But he wasn’t. He had not yet reached any of his goals.

The grip to the board diminishing, you faltered. You fell to your chest as your hands were not stable enough to catch you. He continued. He did not miss a beat, as he continued to thrust into you.

Your legs were wasted, not providing enough counterweight to his actions, and soon you lay on your stomach, where he continued. Not changing his speed or the power behind his movements. Monotone, directly touching the buds of pleasure you held within your core.

He continued. And continued. And continued. Over and over and over again. Your walls clenching around him as he continued. More resilient than your mind was. It was still all a new experience, yet you started to fail to register what was happening.

Whether it was due to the continuous high, the repeated pushes on your body digging your face deeper into the matrass preventing you from breathing deeply, or simply being overcome by everything that had happened over the last weeks. You did not know.

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You did know, after you woke up, that you were back in your room, which was tidied up. New bedding was placed, more food was put on the table and a fresh set of clothes, several even, were placed on one of the chairs. You even found some books placed next to the bed.

You were wearing clothes. Clothes were nothing like you had worn before. But you recognised from the first day you set foot into this palace that this was what Harkonnen servants wore.

Your fold were sensitive and wet. Your fingers showing proof of the na-Baron having reached his own high deep inside of you.

Many rewards were bestowed upon you. Apparently, you had pleased him.

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Over the coming weeks you were kept in the room, only to be released when he took you to his own bedroom. After such trips, you would find your room cleaned up, food and drinks refilled, and sometimes you would get new books or even a game to play. Never though, not once, did you notice any person slipping into your room.

He would not visit you every day, but every time he did, the same process ensued: you emptied him on your knees and he rewarded you. Either with food, a cleanse, a fuck, or even a mere conversation. Food would never be presented without you having seen him. Subconsciously you started to associate his presence and satisfaction with your survival.

You basked in each reward.

Seeing him train was even a gift. Even hearing sloppy sounds and sounds of pain and death coming from his room gave you positive feelings, as you knew he meant to send a message to you. He was thinking of you.

The days that you did not see him, the nights, they were dark. The days graced by his presence were light.

Time started to pass in a blur.

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One night, the na-Baron came into your room, slow enough to allow you to present yourself in the desired position.

“Today, I have a gift for you, if you obey nicely. Perhaps a few” he spoke. You smiled with anticipation, as he uncovered his cock and presented it to you to lick.

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[Link to chapter 3 / 3 to follow - Punish me (part 3 of 3): the story on how you became one of Feyd-Rautha’s concubines]

@kasagia - thanks for the suggestions and inspiration!

[thewhizzyhead]

if I said eisa davis' influence in making lmm actually write something rather radically progressive has subsequently inspired me to return to my roots of actually fucking thinking of making radically progressive musicals after a 3-year long hiatus in doing so, then what-

[corpsentry]

i may not. but i write poem still

[spearxwind]

im probably gonna add a bunch of different factions to CD honestly. maybe even an empire or something?

more thots:

initially i wanted it to be a very nature/wilderness oriented world and i STILL want it to be that way so i can focus on exploration and such but at the end of the day any world with a society will make groups and will have ideals and i think itd be neat to have different factions with conflicting ideas pull at the strings of the story

currently the biggest (and pretty much only) faction is the hunters guild, which I took from monster hunter as inspo, where one organization is tasked with learning about and helping the ecosystem. I do rly like this idea and i wanna keep the whole 'respecting the environment' angle as opposed to having everything be a stripmine for resources like in other media, but after considering it for a while i think its naive to think something like that would be as global as i originally thought it would be

and it brought up a logistics problem with the message I wanted to convey, which is that if you dont respect the ocean you will Get Got. But the hunters (admittedly most of the ones getting killed in my lore) are probably THE most respectful ones so its kinda weird to have them be on the receiving end of violence always

Idk exactly how i want to move this idea, but there will def be like. different hunter guilds at least. the more respectful ones, and the for profit ones. and everyone shady who surrounds them

and the reason why i was considering an empire as well was because while im not interested in writing overarching plots about conquest and how territories evolve over time i do think its an interesting foil to have in an otherwise really nature oriented setting that also serves as the big bad guy everyone hates

and i think theyre narratively fun as well (where are they getting all the people and resources? wouldnt you like to know weatherboy)

[thebisexualdogdad]

Smutober day 12: Barry Allen x Male!reader - The other side of the world

You had been in London for two weeks for work and you talked on the phone with Barry every day.

“I can't wait to come home next week, I miss you so much,” you tell your boyfriend over the phone.

“I know I've been counting down the days till you get back,” he replies.

“Have you been keeping yourself busy?”

“Oh yeah we finally locked up mirror master today, caught him while he was trying to rob a bank,” he tells you.

“That's great,” you reply happily but you had been horny for days and was missing more than just hearing his voice, “I miss you.”

“You said that already,” he chuckles.

“No Barry, I miss you,” you say and then Barry's phone dings that he got a message.

He opens it up to see you sent him a photo of you in your hotel bed, you're shirtless with your sweatpants pulled down just enough to tease him with the base of your cock.

“Barry? You still there?” You ask when he doesn't say anything.

“Open your door,” he finally says, breaking the moment of silence.

You get up and walk over to the door, opening it up to find Barry standing there.

“You really ran to the other side of the world for me?” You ask, hanging up your phone and slipping it in the pocket of your sweats.

“I'd run around the world a million times for you,” he says, stepping inside the room and kissing you hard.

He kicks off his shoes as you make out, walking backwards towards the bed.

He pushes you down to sit on the edge and he gets to his knees, kissing your lower stomach as he pulls your sweats off.

“If I knew all it took for you to run across an ocean was a dick pic I would have sent you one days ago,” you laugh as he strokes you, your cock growing hard in his hand.

He chuckles and takes your semi hard cock in his mouth, expertly bobbing his head.

You tangle your hand in his hair, giving him praise as he sucks your now fully erect cock.

“God Barry you always make me feel so good,” you groan as he massages your balls.

He continues to work your cock but now his finger is playing with your hole, easing it inside.

You moan loudly as he uses his powers to vibrate his finger stretching you out.

“Holy shit,” you gasp, when Barry learned this trick a few years ago he took full advantage of it whenever possible.

He adds a second finger, pumping them deeper inside you and continuously hitting your g spot as he has your entire cock in his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you shout, cumming straight down his throat.

Barry swallows it all, removing his fingers and releasing your cock with a wet pop.

“Turn over baby,” he tells you as he stands up and you crawl onto the bed, your ass in the air ready to be fucked by him.

Barry strips off his clothes, slapping his hard cock against your ass to tease you.

“Barry,” you groan as he slips the tip inside you.

“I've had to use our toys to get myself off the last two weeks but none of them ever felt as good as your ass,” he says, holding onto your waist as he starts to fuck you.

It doesn't take long for you to get hard again with Barry pounding you from behind but then he starts to vibrate his cock.

“Oh my god yes just like that,” you cry out, your eyes rolling back.

Barry smirks proudly knowing exactly what he's doing to you and he also gets the benefit of getting to watch your ass jiggle from the vibrations.

You reach down and start jerking yourself off, another orgasm quickly approaching.

“I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum,” you chant, shooting out onto the bedsheets.

Barry returns to a normal human pace, pulling out of you and vibrating his hand as he uses it to help him cum all over your ass.

He speeds to the bathroom and grabs a towel as your arms finally give out on you and you fall to the mattress.

Back with a nice soft towel from the bathroom he cleans the cum off your ass and the sheets letting you flip over onto your back.

Throwing the towel to the floor he crawls onto the bed and lays next to you, “you okay babe? I didn’t over do it did I?”

“Baby that was incredible,” you say, scooting closer to him and putting your head on his chest.

[nyancrimew]

You do a lot of really cool stuff and you do it As You. How do you overcome the fear of being Perceived and Known? Especially when the stuff you're raising awareness about is controversial or big? I have anxiety and while the "fuck it we ball" mindset has gotten me fairly far, I still find myself regretting putting myself out there or regressing back into a shut in.

i feel like what helped me kinda deal with getting pretty well known is probably not really applicable to many other people, because most of it really was that ive just been slowly more and more exposed to a bigger and bigger level of fame since i was like 16 or so. long before i was at the point i am now i was a really well known person in the android modding community and then the broader and broader tech community, i definitely didn't deal super well with some of my first minutes of fame and there's lots of stuff i regret (i def let it get to my head for a while and because i was also slowly burning out at the time i was quite an asshole to a lot of people). i don't think that was necessarily the best for me at the time, but i learned some lessons especially about community building and i did a lot of media work already at the time so ive been honing my communications skills for almost 10 years at this point.

i first started blowing up with hacktivism related stuff around 2019, and then everytime i did again it was bigger and bigger, making massive international headlines for the first time in 2021 (with the verkada story). i still fucked up a lot and got very stressed at that time, especially with my mental health being extremely abysmal and paranoia growing as state repression became inevitable.

after the indictment in 2021 i did more and more press work again (there are lots of portraits of me from that era) but still wasn't like A Celebrity except for those brief moments, which (as i took a break from hacktivism) gave me some more time to grow and learn. by the time the no fly list hack happened in 2023 i had been spending a few months already doing various smaller cyber security related work and working with many of my journalist friends in the industry. in a lot of ways the no fly list leak and the media reaction to it was just routine work for me already at that point, which i think allowed me to take in all the social fame way better as well. it still all felt quite surreal, but i was already mostly media trained, had quite a bit of experience with working with an audience already so it was just kind of a matter of adapting to my new environment.

this isn't to say i was like specifically working towards fame (especially this level) but ive always cared about community/audience building and media communication. i don't think im like "fake" or whatever, but you do have to consider that despite my laid back style im still someone with an autistic special interest in personal branding and media communications. i just don't wanna do that for corporations or for profit and instead use it for my activist and journalist self advocacy to give things a platform.

[goose-duck]

Creepypasta incorrect quotes ⭐

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Nina: spirit Halloween opened up early and my poor money decisions are always open so I bought a bunch of stuff

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Jeff: so...are we the best or the worst?

Toby: yes, sir.

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Jeff: he doesn't have eyeballs bro- he probably doesn't have balls either...

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Nina: he's ugly, I love him

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Y/N: There's just something abt his lack of a mouth and being less fluffy that makes me want him

Toby: he can't scream

Y/N: perfect

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Jeff: best friends!!

Y/N: nooOOOOO!!!!

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EJ: I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice

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Y/N: heading into work~

*explosion*

Y/N: or maybe not-

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Nina: so romantic~

Jeff: *screaming*

Nina: romance <3

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Y/N: Jack, why am I in this room?

EJ: am I responsible for you moving from room to room now?

Y/N: yes.

EJ: then stay in that room.

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Toby: it's an elevator

Masky: this is a ladder, Toby.

Toby: imagination ✨

Hoodie: just because you put a sign that says "elevator" doesn't mean it's actually an elevator.

Toby: imagination ✨

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Y/N: but not me, because no one can get mad at me

Jane: I feel like in an hour we're all gonna be mad at you for something

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Toby: I made a house, what did you make?

Sally: a balloon

Toby: wonderful

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Jeff: just don't be blind

EJ: wow, you've cured me

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Toby: someone please take me off this fucking planet

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Y/N: Don't look at ceilings when ur tired. Never know what you'll see.

Toby: context, please

Y/N: Thought I had a fucking ceiling fan but it was just the balloons that I refuse to take down from my 13th birthday. I can't tell if I'm tired or stupid but I think either way it's correct.

Toby: it's probably both

Y/N: Exactly- It scared the shit outta me too-I saw it and was so fucking scared that I might have a ceiling fan in my room-

Toby: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA A FAN! ITS ON THE CEILING!!

Y/N: Y/N, Weakness: ceiling fans that may or may not be there

Toby: strength: walking in high heels, weakness: imaginary ceiling fans

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Hoodie: it's just a deer or something

Masky: bro, that is not a deer

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Jeff: *sees a spider* I should have just bombed the house the last time I saw one of you fuckers

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EJ: I'm doing good...im doing great...i have a headache.....

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Jeff: this is like when I threatened to steal your skin and bones and stuff

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Jeff: it's like if a heat stroke were a room

Y/N: me

Jeff: no, you're like if a heat stroke were a person

Y/N: oh

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Y/N: tree tops

Jeff: crispy

Nina: crispy tree tops?

Jane: why are they crispy?

EJ: why is everyone talking about trees??

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Jane: I'm moving the pumpkins, sorry, Toby

Toby: nooo, my life's work...

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Toby: would you be more offended if I got a mug of milk or orange juice?

Masky: milk.

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Jeff: they're all safety scissors, I don't think I can possibly be unsafe with them

*pile of about 10 safety scissors*

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LJ: I took some of his teeth and coloured them like candy corns

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Jeff: I'll steal ur hair, I'll take ur eyebrows and I'll steal ur skin too

Toby: please, that's all I have

Jeff: U have bones, mucles, veins, blood, cartilage and organs that I could take too

Toby: no thanks

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Hoodie: Masky is this big *puts his fingers together*

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Jeff: what are you doing dude?

Y/N: hugging? I think??

Jeff: it's weird...

Y/N: yeah, let's never do that again

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Y/N: die.

Toby: :0

Y/N: in a nice way..?

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Nina: I'm sure there's someone in Fabio who's named Russia

Jane: what?

Nina: yup.

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Jeff: I hit myself in the face with an eye!

EJ: give it to me!

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Ben: what the rational number?

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Toby: I think I failed at life...

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*Jeff and Toby leave the room*

Masky: well, that was a headache

Hoodie: which one?

EJ: both.

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*Jeff walks by*

Jane: look at him, he's greasy

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Y/N: why are you only offended when Jeff says something?

EJ: because it's Jeff

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Toby: well how's this right?

Jeff: because I'm here!

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Jane: I'm going to Halifax

Jeff: Hali-fuck you

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Sally: I saw a girl and she was young

Y/N: you're young

Sally: I'm 8

Y/N: exactly, young.

Sally: so you're a grandma?

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Toby: fellas, if you need me, I'll be living inside this cabinet

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Y/N: I'm afraid of togetherness

[icallhimjoey]

The Boy Is Mine (icallhimjoey's edition)

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: Joe has work and cancels plans but, you know what, you can just come over and help him out, can’t you? It's nerve-racking and embarrassing but, ok fine, you can come over and help him. CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, anxiety, we make fun of joe because he’s a dork, full fluff

Author’s note: i had fomo for @carolmunson’s the boy is mine writing exercise, so i just went ahead and gave it my own rpf spin. pls go and read all the other wonderful editions here!

Wordcount: 1.8K

“Okay, so, to set the scene,” Joe was being exceptionally theatrical tonight. He’d sat you down on the sofa and used the floorspace on the other side of the coffee table as his stage. It was all big arm gestures, and exaggerated faces, and big steps, and this was meant to be serious business.

It wasn’t.

You could tell Joe was a little nervous, which in turn made you a little nervous too.

You’ve had to suppress a smile ever since you walked in and couldn’t seem to stop giggling at things that usually wouldn’t even remotely tickle you, big ball of nerves.

“We’re in a trailer. Think, a big holiday park. Sort of dreary, it all looks the same, just, caravan after caravan after cara–”

“You’re talking to me like I’ve never been on holiday before.”

“Well for all I know you haven’t, Miss Workaholic. I’ve never seen you put down your work–”

You shut him up with a hit of a throw pillow to his face. Joe didn’t even flinch, just let it hit him square in the face and drop to the floor before giving you a blank stare for a second, all unimpressed.

Made you laugh. Again.

“Okay. So. Trailer park.” Joe made big eyes at you like a teacher would, directing you back to the task at hand. To why you were even there in the first place.

“Trailer park.” you repeated, sitting up a little, being a good student.

Joe frowned as his eyes had to focus on the script he was holding, turning a page and then flicking it back.

“Yes. Trailer park.” Joe confirmed absentmindedly.

He took another moment to seemingly find what he was looking for, eyes scanning before he reached up to pull his glasses from his hair. You sat pretty and waited.

Everything about the situation was objectively hilarious.

Joe had had to cancel on plans he’d made with you because of some changes in his schedule and now he had to learn lines at the speed of light meaning he couldn’t take you out for a drink. You didn’t mind – yes you did – and you’d casually said you could come over anyway. Help him out. Read lines with him.

“You’d do that?” He’d asked, carefully hopeful.

“Yea course!”

“And you’d like that?”

“As much as hanging out with you in general is a massive chore,” you’d joked. “It totally beats sitting at home by myself all night.”

And so you’d been invited over.

And now, Joe was nervous. He had just the one script, and handing it over to you meant that you’d see the little notes he’d taken. The scribbles and the arrows that pointed to more little notes, and for some parts even little sad or happy smiley faces. It would reveal a bunch of uncool shit about himself, not to mention the fact that Joe was breaking rules. None of this was meant for your eyes.

“Traiiii...” Joe was having a hard time finding what he was looking for and you started to grow impatient.

“I think we’ve got the location down.” you laughed, then suddenly your face dropped and turned faux serious. “Or, sorry, is this part of it? Of how you learn? Is that why it takes you fucking ages to–” you had to duck to the side as Joe threw the pillow you’d launched at his face earlier right back at you.

“If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a problem.”

Joe handed you the script, pointed from where you were going to read lines together, and then picked up a small notebook from the table.

He cleared his throat, gestured with a hand that meant, calm down, and then started the scene.

You read from the page, and Joe tried to do the scene from memory as much as he could, only occasionally glancing at look at his notes.

It took a few lines for you to actually calm down. To feel the jitters inside of your body slip away.

Joe was blushing still, though.

He’d never done this with you before, and he definitely felt silly, playing pretend with a pretty girl in his living room. But when you kind of started getting into it, found focus and fed him little words when he got stuck, it turned into actual acting.

You stayed seated on his sofa, eyes on the page, and Joe was all over the place. Pacing, using wild arms, facial expressions all over, repeating lines in different ways when they didn’t feel quite right after saying them the first time and... this was actually kind of fun.

And then props were introduced, but all wrong.

Joe needed to make a call, the script said, and he just grabbed the remote control of the TV as his pretend phone.

You stiffled a laugh, just about.

Then up next, he grabbed a nice crystal wine glass, held it out to you and it became more and more difficult to keep your giggles inside as you read ahead at what he was about to say.

“I ran out of nice cups, is this okay?”

You pretended you were handed something atrocious. Or, well, you tried to, at least. It was becoming very apparent who was the real actor in the room. When the script called for a bite of cake, something that would leave vanilla frosting on his face, Joe just perfectly mimed the action, and you were shocked at how you could see it.

There was nothing there.

But there was, though.

Wild.

Joe barely had to look at his own little notebook the longer you went, yet your stumbling and stuttering through lines increased as you read them aloud. It slowly shifted the anxiety from Joe over to you, and you didn’t like it one bit.

It felt silly, because Joe’s growing confidence didn’t have to mean that yours slowly withered, but, that was exactly what happened.

Joe noticed and in a bid to make you relax, he moved around the coffee table before sitting down on top of it, right in front of you.

“Here, take it back a little,” Joe folded a page back in the script that you were still holding, and pointed, his voice soft and gentle. “From here again.”

Joe had pointed at one of his own lines, so you kind of waited for him to start. But then he stayed silent, and when you flicked your eyes up at him, he was smiling.

“You’re holding the script. You lead.”

Oh. Yea, okay.

You went through the same bit of a scene again, this time with your knees touching his. Joe spoke in a much calmer voice, much lower this time around. The vibe shifted and now, it had you blushing.

Fucking adorable, Joe thought.

It made him want to grab hold of your face as you read. Press kisses all over your cheeks. The bridge of your nose. Your eyes.

There was not a chance in hell that Joe was going to actually get all his work done tonight, but if he was being honest, you’d already managed to do more than he’d expected beforehand.

You fucked up a line and went, “Wait, no... jesus,” and took a second to start over. When it was Joe’s turn to speak, he stayed silent again, and it made you look up at him, only to see him stare at you with the most lovesick grin you’d ever seen.

Disgusting. How dared he.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You knocked one of his knees with yours.

“I’m not looking at you like anything.” Joe said, not changing a single thing about the way he was staring at you.

You narrowed your eyes at him and had to try really hard to hide a smile.

“Are you... are you getting off on me not being very good at this?”

Joe laughed, said, “No, you’re amazing actually.” before he leant in a little, clearly going in for a kiss.

It had you moving back.

“Um...” you held a hand up before you jokingly scanned the page in front of you. Turned it to check the next one too. “There’s no kissing in this scene.”

“Um...” Joe copied you, and was quick to take the script from your hands, turning it around so he could get a look himself. “Yea there is, actually. Look.” Joe pointed at a random line, and before you could even get a proper look, he’d already flung it to the side and lurched forward to get his lips on yours.

You shrieked into it, trying to kiss Joe back just as much as you were trying to push him away.

Joe laughed, and so did you, and you were just pressing smiles together for a second, giggling right into Joe’s cackles. He had to hold your face in both of his hands to keep you close.

“Maybe,” you murmured around kisses, “This wasn’t the best idea. I’m clearly not helping.”

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true.”

Joe kissed you harder.

“Liar.”

“I’m not a liar.” Joe sat back and made a face. Looked like a real douchebag as he scrunched his eyebrows together and smirked. “I’m an actor.”

You laughed as Joe reached to pick up the script he’d thrown to the other side of the sofa. Folded the pages back and handed it back over to you.

“Okay. So.” he got up, clapped his hands together and walked back over to his spot in front of the TV, notebook now discarded on the sofa. He was going to try without it. “We’re in a trailer.”

You smiled at him as you watched him try his best to get back into the zone.

“Trailerpark.” you confirmed, trying your best to match Joe’s vibe.

Serious business.

You frowned as you started again, but you were quickly stopped.

“Wait, sorry. Wait. Just, I’ve got to... hang on,” Joe planted a knee onto the coffee table and leant all the way forward. His hands found both your knees and he moved until he got to steal one last quick kiss.

Okay, two.

Three.

Quick, a fourth. Maybe a fifth.

“Joe,” you giggled.

“What?” a sixth.

“I’m here to help you work!”

“Well, then,” seven. “Stop being so fucking cute!”

Joe got a few more in. An eight, ninth and a tenth, before he scrambled back up onto his feet.

Joe took a second to smile at you before he cleared his throat. “Right. Trailerpark.”

You smiled right back.

“Trailerpark.” the end

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[jolalibrary]

i wasn’t sure if I wanted to say something or not. but, I saw the post that @moonlitbirdie did here with the addition from @tonysopranosrobe and I guess it inspired me to be a little braver with my honesty.

because at the end of the day, this is my blog? it’s my thing I’ve taken and nurtured, and watered and made my own.

so lemme start with I’m aware it is humanly impossible to be everyone’s cup of tea, and I do not expect to be. but before the last week or so, I’d naively thought that if I wasn’t, those people would bow out politely from my life/space.

but that blog showed me that isn’t the case, and that sucked.

there are far more adjectives and words I’d love to say to describe my feelings on that blog and that situation. to describe the hurt and the sadness I’ve felt, not just for the words said about me but about moots, friends and others I see in the community I love being in. but I think I would never stop talking and we all have lives.

so I’ll get to the point of what this is.

normally, I wouldn’t address things publicly, but this time I want to put my foot down, to say a few things.

I might seem more confident in recc’ing myself, but that isn’t because I was faking it before. instead, it’s because I have good people in my life, and good friends who I might not have had before taking the time to let me hold some space in my life. who have reminded me that it’s okay to toot my fucking horn sometimes, and it doesn’t make me a bad person even if it feels bad.

they remind me that it’s okay to celebrate with cake when I finish a series I’ve worked really, really hard on. and those same good people are also ones who politely and virtually slap me when I begin talking shit on myself, who have helped me begin to forge a better relationship with the warring voices in my head—the writer who wishes to write and the girl with no self esteem who wishes to crawl into a ball each time she posts.

next, I know for some, it may have seemed like I was okay. that the normal posting on here was it running off my back like water. but it wasn’t. it was hard to come into a space where it felt like people hated me, and where people would send in asks about other people I’m friends with or care for or know. because even if it’s only a few asks, it feels like more, because I don’t know who is screenshotting and agreeing with it. and once you begin tumbling down that thought-cliff there’s no stopping you.

again, I’m aware I’m not perfect. i make mistakes, I try to learn from them, and I do not expect to be everyone’s fave person. but anon hate is not a thing I’d wish even on the people I personally dislike, and I’ve had it on and off pre that blog appearing. I’ve deleted and deleted, blocked and reported, and then that blog came and then it was out there, and I could do nothing. I just had to stare and read it, had to hope that people knew who I was.

and look, I say none of this for sympathy, but more an acknowledgment that not everything that stands past the ground shaking is stable. that people don’t always know or feel able to ask or share that they’re hurting. and then it’s isolating, it’s dark and it’s fucking lonely.

which is what leads me to my final thing, which is thank you. thank you to every single person who has reached out to check if I’m okay, to offer the option of a vent or a thot, and the ones that have even just sent love hearts. and also thank you to those who have thought about sending something to me or instead disputed or reported that blog.

I know on the post above by birdee and commented on by han mentions about checking in with people, and I just want to echo that point so loud. if you’re unsure what to do it this happens again (maybe not even now - god I hope - or in this fandom, but in the future) from someone who was mentioned, it’s check in.

similar to han (you worded it perfectly and I’m going to butcher it) it validated how shitty I was feeling, it allowed me to feel okay taking space to be mad and to be sad, because someone else was agreeing it was wrong. those things seem easy on the surface until your North Star has gone, until your upside down and topsy turvy. and if you’re reading this and thinking “bit fucking dramatic jo” then I ask you to kindly unfollow me, no hard feelings, or anything.

because in my eyes, anyone would feel a little disconcerted when their hobby doesn’t feel safe or provide the same comfort it did. when your hobby is the thing you look forward to, and then you can’t enjoy it because there’s a thousand thoughts running around and it feels so anxiety provoking. and yeah, I know there will be people who will go “it’s just tumblr” but I’ve been here a while, this isn’t my first rodeo here, and I just never wish for anyone else to feel like this. ever. no one deserves the hobby they love to be tarnished by shadows that shout and spew things, that you can’t fight back against, because you don’t know who they are.

but kind voices eventually break through and smother the unkind ones. they do. they have.

and I know for me, those check ins and messages brought me comfort when I needed it. they helped.

so if you’re unsure what to do, take comfort that a little love does help. it isn’t magic, it doesn’t fix it all, but it does make a difference, and that matters too.

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.1

Content Warnings/Kinks: threesome, non-consensual filming, sex pollen! (as consensual as possible for this trope!), hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, light ball play (just cupping), cum swallowing, oral sex (male receiving)

Siberia Pt.1

The tension stretched tight between Steve, Bucky, and Y/n as they walked together through the murky, dark hallways, trying to get out of the Siberian fortress. 

“We’re going the wrong way, I think we need to—” Bucky suggested softly. 

“Not we aren’t” Y/n Stark snapped, her deadly glare silencing him in an instant. 

“Y/n…” Steve began. 

“Don’t start with me, Rogers” 

Her hackles were up and both of them could tell. And after the information she’d just learned, about the death of her grandparents, they couldn’t blame her. A minute later, the hallway they were walking down suspiciously turned into one large, long cage. They stepped forward tentatively, entering the space. It was then that the large metal door closed behind them, locking them in with a loud click of the bolt. 

“Y/n Stark, Captain Rogers…” an accented voice spoke through an unseen speaker, “…Sergeant Barnes” 

“Zemo” Steve growled quietly. 

The fact that Zemo wasn’t done playing with them yet, made the pit in Y/n’s stomach sink even lower within her. 

“You might think that the information I’ve shown you today is enough to ruin the Avengers forever” he started ominously the speaker, “But I believe what I’m about to film you doing might just be the cherry on top…” 

A yellow substance suddenly flowed into the space, coming from the vents. 

“Cover your mouth” Steve ordered then. 

Both Y/n and Bucky complied, sucking in a quick breath before covering their mouths. Y/n’s eyes watered as the dust overwhelmed the space, filling every corner, even slipping past the bars of the cage into the hall beyond. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, her throat straining for breath, she finally sucked in the mysterious substance. She was almost instantly dizzy, the dust making her thoughts fuzzy. What was happening? Why were they here again? 

“Y/n” Bucky’s voice punctured the haze. 

When her eyes met his, warmth spread from her cheeks down to other places much deeper inside of her. She looked from him to Steve, finding the heavy weight of their betrayal was gone, instead replaced with an intense wave of lust. 

“It’s sex pollen” Bucky strained, his voice tight as if he was struggling to resist what was surely about to happen. 

Y/n sauntered towards Steve, who looked equally worried, placing a soft, expectant hand on his chest. 

“Y/n…” he started. 

“Shh,” she silenced him with a longing kiss on his cheek, “I know what you want, what we all want…Captain” 

She sunk to her knees before him, her hands trailing down his chest until she reached his zipper. 

“Please Y/n” he groaned, his hands instantly gripping the sides of her face as if he couldn’t help it. 

“You don’t have to beg Steve” she chided as she took out his cock from his pants, “Not when I’m happy to give myself, my mouth to you willingly” 

His hand reached down to pull at hers, his jaw clenched, “You don’t really want this…Y/n stop, it’s the pollen”

“I don’t care” she stated plainly though she released him, instead leaning back slightly and opening her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

“Fuck—” he groaned at the sight of her wet mouth ready for him, “You’re killing me baby” 

A strong hand then gripped her hair from behind, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and yanking her head back further so that she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling. Bucky Barnes stood above her, apparently unable to resist the substance as well. 

“If you don’t fuck her mouth now I will” he growled at Steve, his gaze menacing. 

She met his eyes, glaring back at him. She was mad, yes, about the things that he’d done, the murders he’d committed, but that didn’t stop her muddled brain from thinking she needed him burying himself deep inside of her more than she needed oxygen. 

“Please Steve…” she whined, returning her focus to him and opening her mouth even wider, allowing him entrance. 

She moaned onto his tip as he finally slid the first half of his large cock into her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste of his salty pre-cum. 

Pulling against Bucky’s tight grip, Y/n slipped her wet mouth up and down Steve’s shaft, swirling her tongue in one teasing motion around his tip every time she reached it. Bucky adjusted, loosening his hold on her slightly so that she could run her tongue underneath Steve, from his base to the very top. 

“So good baby” Steve praised her skill, his hips gyrating with each movement, each flick of her tongue. 

Little by little, she took more and more of him, until her mouth was as full as possible, her throat gagging on him. His deep groans only encouraged her, helping her to push herself onto him, taking one more inch, and stretching her mouth to its maximum. Her mouth was tight and wet around him, and as she bobbed up and down she could tell he was getting close to his release. 

“Keep sucking him doll” Bucky ordered from behind her, his hands still in her hair. 

She moaned onto Steve’s cock, her hazy brain mad at the fact that Bucky commanding her, telling her what to do, completely turned her on. Steve’s hips bucked forward, his short, breathy moans and his body language telling her she was sucking him off perfectly. As she felt him pulsing she bobbed up and down his length, taking him in and out of her slicked mouth, the wet sounds filling the air. 

“Cum for her” Bucky’s husky voice instructed, tugging her head back as she prepared to take Steve’s load. 

When he started to cum she didn’t stop, instead cupping his balls, feeling them in her hands, this final pleasure sending Steve over the edge. 

“Fuckkk” he groaned as he came, his voice low and rumbly. 

Y/n took him as deep as she could, allowing his salty cum to splash and trickle down her throat. She sucked up his shaft, coating him in his own cum before popping off of him to swallow it, not once breaking eye contact with him as she did. Steve panted, his breathing ragged and his eyes dangerous. 

“I can’t believe I almost stopped you” Steve breathed before his hungry lips crashed onto Y/n’s, pulling her up to meet him. 

They moved together as they kissed, stepping backward until the backs of Y/n’s knees hit a shorter surface. She broke away to look back and see a wire-framed bed. The mist of the pollen made it so that none of them considered why exactly it was randomly in the cage. Two sets of strong hands now gripped Y/n as she started to situate herself on the rickety furniture. 

“Ass up doll” 

[heeheesang]

is she foreal..? ── .✦

quite a long written chapter , my apologies (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) smau below !

" OH MY HAHA ! YOU'RE SO FUNNY DONGHYUN ! " JIEUN LAUGHED A LITTLE TOO HARD AS WE ALL WAITED FOR THE SCHOOL BUS TO PICK US UP FOR OUR SCHOOL TRIP TO THE AQUARIUM.

"it wasn't that funny... also i told you to call me leehan. i don't feel comfortable with people calling my donghyun." donghyun raised his eyebrow as she pouted and crossed her arms.

oh god is that what i look like everytime i do that..?

"but, why is yn allowed to call you donghyun?" she asks with a pout as the two girls gagged but i mainted a straight face, looking out for the teacher as the head student councillor in charge of the whole trip (with the teacher).

"because yn and i... we're really close." donghyun said as she opened her mouth but he hushed her, "look i don't feel comfortable so just call me leehan."

soon enough, the teacher arrived and so did the school bus.

"can i sit with you, leehan?" jieun asked him as he looked at me, "i was going to sit with yn, if you don't mind.." donghyun said as his eyes glistened.

"ynnie, could i sit with leehan?" i gulped a ball of saliva, muttering 'um ' over and over again.

but i had to be a good example right..? plus, it seems like jieun really likes donghyun from the moment she stepped in. it's been a whole week and she's clinged on him us like peas in a pod.

"sure..? i guess..." i said as donghyun's eyes widened. "who'll you sit with then..?" he asked with a slight pout. usually it would be the two of us sitting together, followed by yunah and taesan, lastly moka and anton.

"i'll be fine, don't worry!" i smiled at donghyun and he sighed dramatically, taking a seat with the girl in between the other four.

"alright..! everyone seated? let's have a fun day today!" i said as everyone cheered. i took a seat nearby the six but an empty one.

i sighed as i plugged in my airpods, listening to songs as i looked out the window. my phone kept ringing off, messages from the groupchat without jieun blasted.

i didn't think about it much and just closed my eyes. however, what i thought would be a peaceful ride, i was awoken by the sounds of anton yelling moka's name.

"shut the fuck up anton..! yn's gonna wake up!" moka slapped a hand over anton's hand and i giggled, "i'm awake now."

before i knew it, donghyun came out of his seat and sat down beside me. "hey," he said as he smiled down to me.

"hey, why aren't you with jieun?" i asked, trying to cover my tone of joy because he sat with me.

"eh she's asleep and she's boring..." donghyun laughed as i slapped his chest lightly, "rude of you."

NOT TOO LONG LATER , WE FINALLY ARRIVED AT OUR DESTINATION.

"everyone, please get into groups of six and stay within your groups. we'll be going to areas separately and we'll come back here to share our new learnings!" i announced as everyone immediately scattered around.

moka and yunah were doing signals with their hands for me to join but unfortunately, they were already six — moka, yunah, anton, taesan, donghyun and jieun.

i smiled in defeat and mouthed an, "it's okay".

"okay group one's leader will be jungwon, group two will be wonyoung, and lastly group three will be leehan." i announced and let out my last words of rules to follow before they dispersed.

"yn—"

"leehan! let's see the fishes!" you guessed it, jieun pulled donghyun away and the other four rolled their eyes before following.

i strolled around the aquarium alone, smiling and staring at the fishes. this one looks like donghyun. i thought to myself before taking a picture of it.

walking around more, i bumped into my classmates. "oh? you are walking alone yn-ssi?" jungwon asked as i nodded hesitantly, letting out a small smile.

"oh! well you can always join us! we don't mind an extra here!" jungwon continued as i shook my head, "it's fine, i'm okay!" i assured jungwon and his group before walking off.

i smiled as i saw donghyun and his group from afar. the way donghyun was passionately explaining the fishes and their different species. i smiled even wider, i picked this trip for him.

thinking i looked stupid, i wiped the smile off my face and walked the other way. walking into the shark aquarium, i read more about the different types of sharks.

"hammerhead sharks... that's cute." i mumbled to myself as someone appeared beside me, "looking at sharks, ynnie?" i looked up to see donghyun.

i smiled widely, "so are you. where's your group, leader?" he fixed his glasses before answering, "told them i went to the restroom!" i laughed at his answer, "am i the restroom?"

"don't be weird yn," we laughed as he stared at me.

"is there something on my face..?"

"hm, no. but follow me, i have something to show you!" donghyun said with a wide smile as he locked his hand with mine and walked us out of the shark aquarium.

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[the-morningstar-family]

Alastor's vibrating with sleep deprived energy

Somebody needs to give this deer a nap

Four and a half Days.

Alastor has tried to trick Lucifer again, but he snuck downstairs, to find the deer pacing the lobby. He didn't confront him then, but the fact that Alastor did not notice, does not bote well.

Lucifer chews his lip, trying to catch Alastor in the hallway. He's had enough, he's cranky enough to snap at everyone in his way, be rude and hurt peoples feelings. And what's more, he's a hazard to himself. Almost cutting off his own fingers while preparing lunch and cutting ingredients.

Lucifer: “Alastor wait!”

Alastor: “What is it now?”

Lucifer fidgets, he won't back down on this. He appreciates Rosie's advice but this has been going on for too long.

Lucifer: “How long did you sleep?”

Alastor, rolling his eyes: “Enough!”

Lucifer: “And how much is that?”

Alastor, smile sharp: “I don't write a protocol about it, dear!”

Lucifer: “Well, estimate then-”

Alastor, snippy: “Around 5 then, do stop these brainless questions!”

Lucifer fights the learned urge to back down, to apologize and let it go.

Lucifer: “I saw you. After we went to bed. Or rather I did. Al- I know, Ceres noticed too-”

Alastor, growling: “I should see to it that I get that hair back”

Lucifer bristles at that

Lucifer: “Don't you dare! They're looking out for you, and so is everyone else you've been pissing off lately!”

Alastor: “There's nothing to look out for, evidently, I look out for myself!”

Lucifer: “And how's that working out?”

Lucifer snaps, Alastor goes stiff, upright and poised. The almost perfect mask of prim and proper.

Alastor: “Ah, I apologize, I forgot that your majesty knows better”

To top it all off, he does a mocking little bow. Lucifer takes a breath.

Lucifer: “Al, please just go to bed”

Alastor, waving him off: “Eventually”

Lucifer: “Now! You're hardly functional!”

Alastor: “Don't be ridiculous I am-”

Lucifer: “Yes, fine! Always fine. Al-”

Alastor: “Well, I am!”

Lucifer: “Bullshit. You're going around as if someone will shoot at you at any second-”

Alastor: “With who I am that's very well possible.”

Lucifer: “Do you know how jittery you make Nova with that? Do you want her to be scared?”

And the room grows a slight bit colder, Alastor's eyes narrow, ears draw back, and the smile is more a snarl now.

Alastor: “Oh, the absentee father wants to educate me now?”

Lucifer's mouth is dry and his breath hitches. That was low.

Lucifer: “Fuck you”

Alastor: “No, no! I'm listening! This'll be fun”

This isn't fun for either of them.

Lucifer: “I'm trying to help you, asshole!”

Alastor: “I don't need help- concentrate on your own issues”

The king can taste the smoke from his mouth, he's concentrating on not making flames.

Lucifer: “At least I have the balls to admit I have them!”

The room is painfully quiet. No sound. They just stare at each other, as if in disbelief of what just came out of their mouths.

Alastor: “Well, I'll take my leave, take some time to reflect. Perhaps I'll one day manage to get to your standards of self care. Ta ta!”

The shadows swallow him. It's not graceful. More sluggish. And sad.

[faghubby]

Christmas Miracle

"Paulie come here" Morgan called from the bedroom. I stopped what I was doing and rush to her.

"I have decided to give you the best Christmas present ever" Morgan told me. "But first I want you to make yourself all girlie" she teased stepping close to me. She kissed my neck. I wasted no time first jumping in the shower to touch up any loose hairs I might have.

Morgan had helped me explore my submissive nature over the past two years. It had started as a game, but grew. I now exclusively wore not only panties but often a bra and stockings as well under my clothes. Morgan had tought me how to do my makeup and hair. Having me dress fully as a woman most weekends. Morgan and I had not had traditional sex in almost a year. Instead often lesbian sex. Using toys on each other and me orally pleasing her. On rare occasions she would stroke my dick. Morgan also cuckold me. But we didn't talk about it. As she put it, "it is none of your business what I do with men"

As I got out if the shower I found a red Christmas dress waiting for me. Along with sexy red lingerie. I got dressed. And did my makeup. I looked very sexy in my Christmas outfit I thought. Morgan was dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tee shirt when I found her. I towered over her in my 3 inch heels.

"You look perfect" Morgan smiled.

"Now, I decided for Christmas I am giving you freedom" she smiled. "No more hiding, I am going to help you introduce Paulina to the world." She told me. I was a bit worried.

"So we have an appointment to have our Christmas pictures taken. She grabbed her keys and led me to the car. I had been out dressed before but she drove to a local shop and made me go in. The photographer knew all about what she wanted posing us with me in the submissive role. Sitting with Morgan above me. Or playful where Morgan lifted me up. Morgan was happy with the pics. Not even letting me look. She chose one for a mass online card to everyone we knew.

"Paulina, come hit send" she told me. I hesitated.

"You know you want everyone to know, I think the family already suspects" Morgan told me. As I stood there the photographer reached under my dress. Startled I hit send.

"Do you want him" Morgan whispered in my ear. She didn't wait for an answer she pushed me to my knees. I had never sucked a real cock. Only Morgan's toys. I reached up and unzipped his pants. And pulled out his cock. Morgan stepped away as I took his cock in my mouth.

Meanwhile I heard my phone start digging like crazy. Morgan laughed

"OH everyone loves the pic baby. Even your mom" she told me.

"You seem to be enjoying Brad's cock baby" she said as I gagged on it. Just then he grabbed my head and pumped his load down my throat. I couldn't swallow fast enough gagging and coughing spitting his cum all over myself.

"Paulina you need to learn to swallow" Morgan said. She pushed me back to his cock. "Clean him up at least" I licked his softening cock and balls clean. I felt ashamed of what I had done as I stood up.

"Don't worry baby, I will find you lots of cocks to suck" Morgan told me. I was rock hard in my panties it showed thru the tight dress.

"Someone really liked sucking cock" Morgan giggled as Brad zipped up his pants and unlocked the door. I had not even realized he had locked it. Morgan led me out with cum still on my dress and my dick rock hard bulging my dress. Morgan read me my messages as I drove home.

"Your boss said you look pretty" she laughed. "Maybe you could work out a way to get a raise"

"John, says he can't wait to fuck me again" Morgan commented about my cousin

"Your mom said she loves the dress, wants to know if you will be wearing it to Christmas dinner" Morgan kept answering the messages but didn't tell me what she replied.

"Wow, Joe (my best friend) has a big cock" she said showing me a dick pic he sent me. When we got home we saw our neighbor staring at us with disgust.

"Go get the mail" Morgan told me. I walked to the end of the driveway. When I came inside. Morgan was stripped down to just her plain white panties.

"You where so naughty. Sucking Brad's cock" she told me. She picked up a leather strap.

'What is that for?" I said my voice shaking.

"Call Joe, ask him to come over and fuck you" she told me. She wrapped the leather strap gently around my neck.

"call Joe, if you don't want to let him fuck you, ask him to come fuck me" she told me. I picked up my phone.

"Hey sissy" Joe said as he answered.

"Joe, um you have a nice cock" I stuttered. Why did I say that?

"well thank you" he laughed.

"Would you like to come over?" I asked softly

"Be there soon" he said and hung up.

"You didn't ask him" Morgan said taking the leather strap.

"Bend over the couch with you panties pulled down" she ordered me. We had never even spoken about this. But I did as she said.

SMACK the strap stung my ass. I jumped.

"Don't move" Morgan said as a second blow hit.

"Want another or are you ready to admit what you are to the world" she asked. I didn't want another that was for sure. She squirted lube in my ass.

"when Joe gets here tell him what you did with Brad and ask him to help you do better" she told me. She shoved a large plug in my ass. She had me kneel by the front door and wait. Joe knocked a few minutes later I just said come in.

"Don't you look hot" Joe said.

"I tried to suck a cock today, but couldn't swallow. Will you help me?" I said. He dropped his pants he wore no underwear. I took him in my mouth.

"OH yes, suck my cock, you can suck it everyday if you want to" he told me.

"Hello, Morgan" Joe said I went to turn my head but Joe help my head on his cock.

"Your wife is so hot" Joe told me. As I continued to suck his cock. Morgan came up behind me and pushed on the plug in my ass. I moaned around Joe's cock.

"Like this Morgan said taking Joe's cock and sucking on it then put it back in my mouth. And his balls sweety. Lick and suck his balls. I did as she instructed. She then whispered in my ear.

"Joe will you please Fuck Morgan for me, she needs a man to fuck her" I pleaded. Morgan kissed my cheek and stood. joe carried her to our room and locked the door. I sat and listened to then fuck. Morgan moaned and cried out several times. As I heard Joe grunting.

The door opened suddenly and Joe appeared. His cock hanging soft. He waited a moment. Without a word I licked him clean tasting both his and Morgan's juices.

"You are a bitch now" Joe told me. As he went to gather his clothes from the front hall. I found Morgan in bed.naked her pussy red and swollen with Joe's seed leaking from it.

"Do you want to clean me? She asked. I just buried my head between her thighs without a word.

"You can never go back, everyone knows" Morgan reminded me. As she had me clean out all my male clothes from my closet.

[sadhornyygirl]

God... yes

-I'm going to fuck your tight cunt so hard everyone will be able to hear, he whispered against my lips. I felt two of her fingers slip inside me, and it felt like little fireworks were going off in my stomach. He had learned my body so perfectly.

-oh my God. Was all I could say. He pulled his fingers back and sucked on my clit like there was gold hidden under my skin. -cum! I was screaming.

-Yes? Do you like it? He asked me against my swollen clit.

-Yes! Fuck yes! He kept working on me until I screamed, -I'm going to come! Fuck! After I was done, he pulled his hard cock out and rubbed the tip up and down my pussy.

-I'm going to fuck you now. Like the little bitch you are, he told me. Then he pushed his big cock deep into my pussy. -MMM…you're so tight…and wet. He stood still for a long moment, just feeling me. Then he started to move. Fuck, he started to move. He was fucking me as hard as he said he would, and it was amazing. -Holy crap. You like it, don't you?

-yes, fuck yes, I want to! I groaned excitedly. I liked him like that, all horny. For some reason, it felt good to have that in him. I know it was cruel of me, but despite how kind he was to me, I wanted to have power over him like he had over me. I know I got him sweeter and nicer than anyone else, and he was less dry and less cold when he had his balls deep inside me, and I liked that more than I wanted him to know. -Billy, I'm going to come again. UGH, I'M SO CLOSE!

-good. Come on, my dick, he had that stupid grin all over his face.

-Okay, okay, I'm coming! I let out another scream and came on his cock.

-you're a desperate bitch, you know that? He spat at me as he turned me onto my hands and knees.

- I know, I know, I whimpered back at him. I felt the head of his cock rub against my asshole. -Oh my God, put it on, please. Billy, please. Please put this on, I begged. Sometimes he just teased. He liked to see me squirm and be disappointed. He wasn't the type of guy who just wanted to see his girlfriend happy.

-Shhh… If you're good… he said back to me, still rubbing the tip around my asshole.

-I'll be good. I'll be so good.

-you promise?"

-I promise! I swear to God, I promise. I could basically hear his smile as he pushed his cock - dripping with pre-cum and wet from being in my soggy cunt - inside me. It felt so good. I was rubbing my clit while he pushed my ass, and after a few minutes I started to feel him come again. - I'm getting close. It feels so fucking good, I told him.

-No. Wait a minute. OK? I'm going to come with you, he told me.

-I- ugh- I'm too close! I groaned back.

-I said no, he scolded me. -daddy will go with you. I stopped rubbing my clit and took a deep breath. I relaxed as best I could with an almost nine-inch cock in my ass and after what felt like forever, Billy told me he was close.

-OK, baby. I'm going to come, he said. I let myself fall into the pleasure. It felt so good, I came a third time. I was screaming so loud and coming so hard, it felt like the world could hear me. Billy was moaning, and I could feel his throbbing cock fill my ass with cum. God, he was good at sex. We lay there with his cock inside me for a while. He kissed my neck and I almost fell asleep when he pulled out and thrust his cock in. back in his pants. -Go wash up, he told me.

[munchmemes]

glass animals lyrics, I Love You So F***ing Much edition

▸ make it burn. smile as the knife is turned. ▸ i'll begin at the beginning. ▸ and [they] kissed you, you were finished, two months in a minute. ▸ you always fall asleep just before the movie finishes. ▸ when's it gonna end? maybe when you're dead? ▸ maybe you're a fool but [they] loved you. ▸ roll those credits 'cause the sequel's gonna hurt. ▸ that's how revenge is served, make it so cold that it hurts. ▸ i guess you're right that you live and learn. ▸ all that shit i learned from you, kindness spilt like milk and juice. ▸ so blindsided by the truth, in some way i was sure you knew. ▸ those scars must really run deep. ▸ i just got thrown in the trunk of a blacked-out 1999 corolla. ▸ i'm so happy, this is just where i wanna be. ▸ true love. what a fucking beautiful shit-storm. ▸ if i survive, i'll do this again every summertime. ▸ such a night exciting hijacking. what a lovely little time we've had, really took me by surprise. ▸ what do you think about when you think about love? ▸ i'm dumbstruck when you're tender. ▸ it tears through my head, does it haunt you too? ▸ lucky, lucky you 'cause i'm fortune's fool. ▸ i don't think i realize just how much i miss you sometimes. ▸ we were young and so in love. ▸ i don't see the point in a subtle romance. ▸ i'm only really me when i'm here with you. ▸ you just want something kind. i want corruption. ▸ truth hurts when it points right at you. ▸ sit down now for some ground rules, thank you. don't talk, that's it, just one. do you think you can handle that much? ▸ been a great gun fight. you drew blood, i set myself on fire. ▸ get a few ball gags, they're on three for two. ▸ i just want something wrong. i want indulgence. i just wanna make it out alive. ▸ you got big ideas, they're as shit as you. ▸ i'd say 'burn in hell' but they'd hate you too. ▸ what is that you're wearing? oh, it's too much booze. ▸ now scuttle home, go and lick your wounds. ▸ do you want love? do you want lust? ▸ i like you, like you like your drugs. ▸ oh, too late, my love. you blew me into star dust. ▸ object disappearance, it's a true phenomenon. forget me and i'm gone. ▸ i can't give you back your innocence. ▸ freedom at last, i know you wanted it. but freedom don't last when you've got no one left. ▸ that's just one more thing about you i don't need in my life. ▸ i still wonder sometimes what would we have been like? ▸ i can't take away your bitterness. i can't give you back your tenderness. ▸ it was never good enough. we were never good enough. it was never really you. ▸ i always thought it was only the two of us. ▸ which one is you? is anything true? ▸ when you get home, who'll i get? i don't know when you'll explode. ▸ maybe it's just a strange time that i found you in your life. ▸ maybe i can learn to like all that i find terrifying. ▸ i knew it and my heart burst. you're so much more than i deserve. ▸ long ago, probably in a galaxy not far from home, i bet there's a version where we're happier. ▸ whisper me the reasons that you hate me. ▸ one day you'll move on, put me in a drawer. i'll just be a ghost in photos on your phone. ▸ i think we're formed from old lego in a bedside drawer where the stray things go. ▸ i'm a dreamer too. paint over the sad bits, i know that you do. ▸ i swear that i try just to get it all the right way. ▸ there's no fixing this. thanks for all the fish. ▸ i miss that noise you make when you sleep. ▸ i've had enough of today's emotions. why can't they just leave me alone? ▸ am i acting normal? am i being fun? ▸ did i say too little? did i say too much? i wanna scream at the top of my lungs! ▸ my monologue's out of control. ▸ i found the hole where the happiness goes. ▸ you know i'd do anything for your and now i'm here and i'm hoping for sun in the afternoon.

[agathah]

Hey!! Obviously I fucking love your work. I have so much of it queued up right now.

I just wanted to apologize on behalf of some of the IWTV fans who have been harassing you. I want to let you know you’re valid and you don’t need to answer to anyone about your work or how you present it. EVER.

Idk what’s up with our fandom, but there is so much unnecessary hatred and entitlement going around. Draw/paint whomever you want, however you want, and with whatever tags you want. Anyone who can’t handle your authentic self expression can LEAVE because they don’t deserve it. Fan art is for the artist and/or anyone PAYING you for custom commissions. If they’re not giving you money, they need to learn to cope with the extremely minor inconvenience of scrolling past content they don’t like.

Sorry if this turned into a rant. I’m defensive on your behalf because I appreciate your work so much, and it’s childish for the fandom to bully its own creators into submission. You are keeping us fed with content, and we get to view it for free on your blog. You are generous and prolific and seem genuinely kind. Not to mention, you put so much work into your craft. You don’t deserve this condescension, especially from people who don’t even have the balls to come off anon.

Whew. Sorry about that against lol I need sleep.

(Several fellow IWTV creators have had to give me this speech, and it helped me, so I hope it helps you too. Since the season ended, many people have gone feral in a bad way. It’s the loud minority of fans, and I hope you I hope you know your real fans will go to bat for you.)

oh this made me so emotional, thank you so much for your words. I appreciate them and you so much. I genuinely feel so seen by you, and by everyone who has been supporting me lately. It's truly something I could never thank you enough. And the fact you took your time to write me this beautiful message? Ah yes I'm soft haha. And you're right, I shouldn't even bother answering those harassing comments, I just feel so scared of being misunderstood, because I never, ever have bad intentions while posting my art, I post it because it makes me feel more like myself, and because I want people to express themselves through it just like I do. I feel a strong sense of community in the iwtv fandom, that's why I work hard to give you guys content, because I relate to you and I have the opportunity of showing you how I see and interpret this universe. Again, thank you so much for this, it was really important to me 🖤