#there is just so much happening in my brain now

[demilypyro]

I feel like a lot of what I remember is..... The waiting, and the walking.....

In spring of 2017, my mom had gotten a blood clot in her brain, and she became partially paralyzed. She would never be able to walk or work again, or even live alone.

I remember spending that summer.... waiting. Waiting for the bus, to take me to the hospital, where my mom was. And later, waiting for the bus back home. I'd just sit there. Thinking. Multiple days a week. Later, it became about waiting for the bus to take me to the care home my mom now lived in. Once a week, I'd sit there. Waiting. Thinking. Walking from the bus stop to the home. Walking back. Waiting. Thinking.

Seeing my mom in that state, I think it.... shook me awake. I realized.... anything could happen to you, at any time. You could get sick, and the entire future you envisioned would be gone. And you wouldn't get to try again.

You only have one life... And it could end at any time.... I had to make the most of it....

..... Was I really gonna spend all of it as a guy? Having to be a guy? For the rest of my life? Could I be happy that way? Could I bear that pain? For the rest of my life??

No.

I mean, no way, right. If life had more to offer.... then I had to pursue it. I owed that to myself. And to my mom. She worked so hard for me.... Yet I was always so sad.... I had to find out what I needed to be happy. Especially now.

I came out to her a year later. She was nothing but accepting.

All that time, I was still visiting her weekly. In her new home. Visiting by bus. Walking and waiting.

Meanwhile I was traveling out to gender clinics. Undergoing psychological interviews. Getting the proper diagnoses so I could begin treatment. Walking there and back. And waiting. Walking and waiting.

So much waiting.

[whiskis]

A/N: Hi there! For those who don’t know, first part is here. (If that link doesn't work, try suscribing for free to Patreon and check this one) Enjoy!

Orc professor (part 2): late for class

Orc x chubby fem!reader || power dynamics, dom/sub undertones, exhibitionism (kinda), oral sex, size kink, age gap, degradation, praise kink

“If you want to show me your pussy, my cum better be leaking out of it. Do you understand?”

His words still echoed in your brain when you were getting dressed the next morning. You were already wet, and you fingered yourself to the memory of his dick in your pussy last evening. You were a bit sore, but the fact that you could still feel him made everything more intense, hotter… sexier. And it made everything so much better.

You decided to wear your pencil skirt this time, and blame it on your bad luck, but you spilled your coffee all over it. Cursing yourself, you changed as fast as possible, but not fast enough that you could get to class early as you knew you should.

By the time you arrived, he was writing something on the board. “Good morning, sir,” you enunciated very slowly, looking at him for directions as you saw the other few students entering behind you.

He turned around and stared at you with such intensity you felt your whole body react. You were almost panting, biting your lip not to groan out loud. “Good morning. You can sit down while I go to my office for a second.”

The other two students nodded and he passed you on his way to the door. He looked at you in such a way that you knew what you had to do without him having to say anything. You let your stuff on your usual seat and smiled at the girl who sat next to you, mumbling about going to get some coffee before class. She nodded with a smile and you had to stop yourself from running to his office.

You arrived just in time for him to pull you inside by the waist, pressing you against the door and kissing you senseless just like he did yesterday, his tusks feeling incredible against your jaw. His hands were traveling up and down your body, groping your ass and your thighs as he grunted against your lips.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, pulling back and passing his hand through his hair in a frustrated gesture. “You were late. And I thought you regretted what happened yesterday. I was freaking out, little human. And then you walked out like nothing happened looking hot enough to eat and smelling like me… Good goddess. Do you know what you do to me?” He pressed his hips against your middle and you moaned at the feel of his huge hard on.

“I- I can feel it,” you stuttered, your voice quivering when his hands squeezed your ass, parting your cheeks and letting one of his fingers rub over your lace covered asshole.

“You have no idea. And now I can’t even fuck you properly. I can’t ruin you the way I want because you were late.” He punctuated each word with a squeeze and a roll of his hips. You panted, so horny you were about to burst and he didn’t even touch you. “Goddess, you smell so fucking good…” He whispered, burying his face on your neck and inhaling deeply.

“I’m sorry… I- I spilled coffee on my skirt and had to change and then I forgot a book and have to open the door again and…” Your rambling was interrupted by his lip covering yours again, swallowing your explanation as he grunted, his hands massaging your ass-cheeks once again.

“What do you have after my class?” He asked, his breathing labored, almost desperate.

“A couple more classes,” you told him, mentally checking if you could skip any of them. But you knew you couldn’t. You knew you shouldn’t. You were a damn good student… Even if you were fucking your way through one of your subjects.

“Shit.” He passed his hand through his hair again, messing it up and making you want to whimper. “Okay, okay. I have classes after lunch, but I’ll be here around four-ish. Does that work for you?” You nodded fervently. “Okay, I expect you to show me how sorry you really are for being late and depriving me from what I was promised.”

“I can… I can give you my panties now,” you offered, feeling the lace sticking to your pussy lips like a second skin because you were that wet.

“I don’t want them. I want you to be feeling how wet I made you all day. I want you to be uncomfortable and thinking about my cock deep inside your pussy until you are so horny you are desperate to come. Until you know how slutty you really are…” You moaned, his words igniting a fire inside of you that made your brain short-circuit. “Now, compose yourself, we have a very interesting class ahead. I’m sure you are dying to know about the survival strategies of cacti,” he said with a laugh, making you let out a choked giggle. You weren’t expecting him to joke. Shit, why did that make him hotter?

The class was boring, but you didn’t even care about it. You didn’t care about anything but the feel of your wet panties against your pussy and his words resonating inside your brain. He made a point of looking directly at you a couple times, going as far as to ask you something about what he was saying, just to huff in annoyance when you didn’t answer correctly. But he smirked in your direction and that was enough to send you spiraling into a thousand of new horny thoughts.

You left his class as fast as you could, trying very hard to look normal when you passed him, but his knowing smile only made your clit pulsate harder, your core clenching around nothing and making you want to beg him to take pity on you and fuck you right then and there. But you were stronger than that, so you left his class on your way to the next one.

You didn’t take a single note the rest of the day, your brain filled with possibilities and images of his hard dick. The feel of his lips against yours, and the ideas of how would feel against your lower lips… Your brain was running a mile per minute, and you couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t the rub of the lace against your clit. It was exhilarating and maddening at the same time, and by the time four rolled around, you were on the edge and you had to run to his office in need of release.

You knocked rapidly, and when you opened and saw him there, shirt rolled over his big green forearms and glasses pushed down on his nose you almost came right there. Fuck, he was so fucking sexy it wasn’t fair at all.

“Come on in,” he said as soon as you closed the door behind yourself.

You tried to lock it, but he shook his head… Oh shit, that made you even wetter. The idea that you could get caught. That somebody could just walk in and know how much of a slut you were, that you were fucking your professor for a good grade…

You moaned and he chuckled. “Come here, little human, I almost hear your brain short-circuiting.” You walked to him, your steps measured so you wouldn’t fall. Your knees feel like jelly, and your pussy is so wet you are sure he can hear it from the desk. “So… Did you think about what you are going to do to redeem yourself from not meeting your end of our deal this morning?” You nod. “Go ahead, tell me.”

You’d been thinking about it all day. Your whole brain occupied by thoughts of his cock inside of you, against you, spilling in and over you… But there was one thought that surpassed all others. “I- I want to suck you off, sir.”

He smirked, his tusks framing his plush lips in a way that made your clit tingle. “Is that so? But you have such a tiny human mouth, I don’t know if you’d be able to fit me…” He teased, making you blush. You gave him your panties everyday, and that’s what got you to blush, him teasing you… Incredible.

“I will. It will. It will fit, sir,” you stuttered. This orc made your brain so fuzzy you could barely process words correctly anymore. You could barely talk when he was close, especially now that you were moments away from sucking his dick down your throat.

“Prove it then, little slut.”

You dropped to your knees so fast you moaned when you hit the floor, the spark of pain focusing your brain for a second. But the second you touched his big-as-tree-trunks thighs, your brain disconnected again. Only heat and lust left behind. You pulled down his fly in a slow movement, staring up at him as he looked back at you with an indescribable look.

You took his dick out and gasped again. You already saw it, you had it inside of you, but it was nothing compared with the realization that you were about to fit that inside your mouth. Maybe he was right, and it wouldn’t fit.

His eyes were tender when he looked down at you. “Relax, you don’t have to take all of it, just whatever you are comfortable with. I like you submitting to me, but I don’t want to hurt you in any way. Do you understand?” You nodded, relief running down your body and making you even hornier.

“Okay,” you whispered.

And then you launched.

You pulled out your tongue and started mapping the veins of his huge shaft one after the other. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair with such force you could hear the leather breaking. You smiled against his dick and he grunted, one of his hands fisting your hair and urging you where he wanted you more. You complied, you wanted nothing more but to be a good girl for him, a good slutty human for him.

You took his head into your mouth, your lips so stretched it was almost uncomfortable, but you liked it. You loved the feel of his cock inside your mouth, it was exhilarating in a way you weren’t expecting. You weren’t one to like giving head in general, you preferred to go down on girls than guys, but definitely wasn’t your go to activity, but right there… You fucking loved it.

You rolled your tongue around the tip, teasing the underside where you knew he was especially sensitive. He moaned over you, his fist pulling at your hair and making you moan around him, which made him almost whimper and let out a series of curses that would make a pirate blush.

You kept going at it, you couldn’t get past a few centimeters, he was too wide for you to get him to the back of your throat, but by the glassy look in his eyes you understood it was enough. You were messy, your saliva getting everywhere as you bobbed your head up and down.

He was looking down at you reverently, and you couldn’t hold back a few more moans, who made him thrust up accidentally. You pulled back coughing, eyes teary and a few tears rolling down. He groaned at the sigh, and you felt your clit pulsating with your heartbeat. You were so close to coming, you wanted nothing more but to touch yourself. You threw your body to him again, but he stopped you with the hand tangled in your curls.

“I want to fuck your pretty face, would you let me, little slut? Would you let me use you like my personal fuck toy?” You whimpered, nodding against his thigh as he pulled your head back by the hair. “Such a good girl for me, already so needy and desperate. Look at you… You look so dirty like that. Remind me to take a pic so I can enjoy you later,” his words made you emit a guttural moan.

The idea of him taking pics of you like that, make up running and lips swollen… it made you feel hot. It made you feel so horny you could feel your juices dripping down to the floor under you, your panties so wet they couldn’t hold your gushing pussy anymore.

“You like that? You like me having pictures of how pretty you look all fucked up? Why do I even ask, of course you do, you are such a little slut for me. Now open up.” You obeyed and he directed his dick back against your welcoming mouth. “Tap my leg three times if it’s too much, okay?” You nodded again. “Words. How many times?”

“Three. I tap three times if it’s too much,” you repeat, breathless already.

“Good girl.”

And then he started a brutal pace. He used his hold on your hair to direct your movements, moving your head forward until you couldn’t take it further and then retreating. Repeating that process until something inside of you gave out and you felt him slip inside your throat. It was almost too much, you couldn’t breathe, but your eyes rolled back into your head at the sight of him in pleasure.

He pulled back to let you breathe, looking down at you with reverence. “You look so fucked out I want to ruin you. Would you let me ruin you, little human?” You nodded, unable to form words. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulled your head forward and started to fuck your mouth in earnest.

Your brain was fuzzy, your pussy so wet you could feel it dripping down, and your clit asking for attention. The weight of his cock against your tongue, his hand on your hair and his curses over you were driving you insane.

“Touch yourself for me, little human. Come around your tiny fingers. Show me how much you like sucking my orc cock,” his permission was enough, your hand traveling down your body and rubbing frantically against your clit, over the lace.

His pace became erratic, and your fingers rubbed so hard you were almost afraid to set your clit on fire. But it was so good, the combination of sensations so intense you were about to come.

“I’m about to come. Do you want it? Do you want to swallow my come or do you want it in your face, little slut?” You sucked harder, pushing your head further down, swallowing around him to indicate you wanted it. You wanted to swallow him whole.

That was all it took. He growled over you and pushed his dick as far as he could before you felt the first shot of his come in the back of your throat. He pulled back a little to avoid chocking you, the final spurs of his release filling your mouth to the brim, some of it dripping down your chin.

The second he opened his eyes and looked down at you, his dick still in your mouth, you were done. You flicked your clit one last time before you melted, pulling back and spilling the rest of his come over your boobs as you cried out your own release.

Your vision whited out, your ears ringing as you felt your body moving as he pulled you up onto his lap, his hands caressing your back as he whispered sweet nothings that your brain couldn’t process.

He took some tissues from the box on his desk and carefully cleaned your messy face. “You didn’t take the pic,” you told him.

“We didn’t talk about it beforehand. I wouldn’t risk stepping over your possible boundaries like that.” Your heart skipped a beat. “But don’t worry, we’ll have more opportunities if that’s something you’d enjoy…”

“We will?” You asked, a bit confused but a spark of hope blooming inside your chest.

“I’m not letting go of your sweet, sweet slutty pussy anytime soon,” he told you, kissing your forehead as his hand traveled down until it met your dripping panties. “I would like this panties now, thank you,” he whispered against your ear, you could sense his smirk on his tone, making you laugh so hard you snorted.

Reminder that you can find all my other stories over @monstersflashlight

[yun-fangz]

Sleepy Head.

synopsis: waking needy, you can't help but crave the taste of your boyfriend.

pairings: ateez (member not specified) x gn!reader

warnings: smut, consensual somnophilia, cursing, oral (m rec.)

a/n: hiii thank u so much for requesting this, although I deviated a tad bit from what you wanted, I hope that this is still enjoyable for you! id also like to let everyone know that my inbox is open! however, writing out requests may take me a long while, I apologize!

You guys had discussed this before, and countless times have you woken up to the man's head buried between your thighs, so you don’t understand why you’re so nervous to return the favor. 

You had woken up hot and bothered this morning, an itch for something, someone, to satisfy that itch under your skin. You turned to face your sleeping boyfriend, your eyes naturally drifting down to the exposed area of his stomach, where his shirt had ridden up some throughout the night. 

The smooth and toned plane of your boyfriend's torso was driving you furtherly insane,  convincing your already horny brain that there was nothing to be afraid of. Snaking a hand out, you begin to brush the area of skin with the pads of your fingers, a deep inhale escaping the man's lips at the sudden touch. You bite back a small smile at his reaction, letting your eyes drift lower towards his boxers. A faint outline of his cock was visible, sending straight hot waves of arousal down to your core, urging you to act faster. 

You settle yourself further down the bed, hands drifting to the sides of his hips as your nails toy with the elastic band of his underwear. Taking a final deep breath, you slowly drag the fabric down to about mid-thigh, just enough to free his already semi-hard cock. You take his length into your hands, feeling the way it immediately twitches into one of your palms. Feeling emboldened, your hand begins to move at a slow but rhythmic pace, stroking your sleeping boyfriend into full hardness, your eyes never leaving his sleeping face. Occasionally you paused as he stirred, small groans and deep puffs of air leaving his lips as his brows knitted almost confusedly at the pleasure. 

Once you know he's fully hard, you then lean down to leave a light, explorative kiss on the tip of his cock, enjoying the way it jumps at your touch. Trailing down his cock, you leave small open-mouthed kisses along the way, stopping just above his balls before trailing back up. As you reach his tip once more, you leave one last kiss onto his slit as you open your mouth, taking in his cock with one swift motion. You waste no time now, burying his cock into the back of your throat, resisting the urge to gag as his hips subconsciously buck deeper into your mouth. 

His groans soon turn into gasped moans as the the feeling of your mouth rouses him from sleep, his eyes cracking open to see yours staring right back at him. It takes him a moment to fully process what was happening as you sucked on his cock, his head eventually falling back into the pillows as the pleasure soon consumed his entire body. 

“Fuck…” He groaned, his voice gravelly from just waking up. Simply humming as a response, you continue to work your mouth over his cock, eventually feeling his hands tangle into your hair. You can hear his moans rise in volume the longer you suck him off, his hips beginning to stutter more against your mouth. 

Soon enough, to your displeasure, you feel a small tug at your hair as he pulls you off his cock, his eyes blown wide just as yours as he takes deep breaths to steady himself.

“God, you’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep doing that…” He groans, voice heavy with lust. 

“That's the point” You reply quietly, your lips resting against his reddened tip as you stare up at him with wide eyes. He has to take a second to close his eyes and compose himself so as to not cum at just the look of you with your red and swollen lips pressed against his raging boner. Smiling to yourself at the small effect you have on him, your hands stroke up and down his thighs in a coaxing manner, causing him to open his eyes and look at you once more.

“Let me take care of you…” You purr sweetly into his skin before you latch yourself back onto his cock, sending him back into the deep throws of morning pleasure.

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[withlovemark]

“how to ask your girlfriend if you’re bad at sex?”

warnings: smut! vibrator, protected sex, overstimulation, squirting

jisung! rummages through your drawers looking for your phone charger, his phone a little under 20%, when he stumbled upon a pink device, half the size of his hand, with a hello kitty top, confusion etched onto his face.

bringing it closer, he examines his new discovery. clicking on the one button he could find, the device comes to life, vibration coursing through his fingers.

he drops it in shock, finally realizing what it was before furiously shutting it off as fast as he could, every click just switching to a new beat before finally powering off and throwing it back where he found it, slamming! your drawer shut.

why the hell did you have a vibrator?

“sungie, you okay in there?,” you yell from your living room.

“y-yeah baby! just dropped my phone,” he replies quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket and doing the only thing he could think of.

—

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hypothetically…

haechan: i’m sleeping.

jisung: if u find a hypothetical hello kitty vibrator in ur girl’s hypothetical drawer, does that mean ur bad at sex…hypothetically?

haechan: im up

chenle: yes

mark: no

jisung: mark pls elaborate

chenle: fuck u how about me?

jisung: idgaf about ur opinion!

haechan: yeah! wdgaf!

chenle: k. all im saying is my girl doesn’t need a vibrator with how good my dick is

mark: don’t listen to him, think of the vibrator as your friend 🙂‍↕️

jisung: this isn’t about me! it’s hypothetical!

haechan: yeah, i agree with mark … my girl and i tried it last month and 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

mark: too much unwanted information about ur sex life but yeah same here, felt like i died and went to heaven for a split second too

haechan: omg what type of vibrator ur girl got? 😛

mark: not telling you

haechan: ☹️

chenle: real men used to go to war for pussy now they let a battery operated device beat them at sex

haechan: stfu chenle u know nothing!

mark: real men used to go to war for pussy now they’re scared once their girl touches a vibrator she’ll never need his dick again

haechan: ooooohhhh get him!

*chenle has left the gc*

haechan: dramatic ass bitch, no one add him back!

jeno: what’s happening here?

*renjun has added chenle to the gc*

mark: couldn’t even last a second 😂

haechan: renjun you traitor!

renjun: i actually don’t give a fuck!, jisung just go talk to your girlfriend about it for the love of god! and chenle stop messaging me!

chenle: just ordered a vibrator, gonna prove to yall that my girl don’t need that shit

haechan: which one did u get? u want recs? 🤓

jaemin: jisung can you ask y/n where she got her hello kitty vibrator so i can get one for my girl? 🥺

jisung: this is not about y/n!

—

he sighs in frustration, his friends were absolutely no help but he was more at ease knowing that their girlfriends had one too. taking renjun’s advice, he decides to just talk to you about it but he couldn’t find a way to do so.

he stays there on your bed googling how to ask your gf if you're bad at sex?, until his phone died, leaving him staring at the wall.

you entered the room, eyeing him suspiciously, he was supposed to be back in the living room 30 minutes ago, it doesn’t take that long to grab your charger, “you okay?” you ask.

“amibadatsex?,” he quickly blurts out, brain completely shutting down.

“what?,”

“am i bad at sex?,”

“what?! no!,”

“oh…”

“is there a reason why you’re asking this?,”

“i uhm…found your vibrator”

your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, “oh my god jisung, why were you snooping through my stuff!?”

“i wasn’t! i was just looking for your charger, i swear!,” he nervously explains, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

“i-i got one when you were on tour,” you confessed, cheeks still pink from this conversation.

“oh…,”

”yeah…” you look down at your feet, just wanting the ground to open up, swallow you whole and take you away from this conversation.

jisung walks over to where you were standing, gently turning your face towards him, “you don’t have to be embarrassed baby but can you please tell me why?, i don’t feel too good about it,” he reveals his insecurity and you knew you had to clear things up.

“i just- i couldn’t cum with my fingers alone anymore…i needed yours but of course that wasn’t possible so i decided to try it out”

he feels his pants tighten at your confession. the image of you getting frustrated at not being able to cum without him going straight to his cock.

“did it work?,”

“uhm yeah, it actually did….but it can never make me feel the way you do,” you admit, easing his worries.

he thinks back to what mark and haechan said. “can i try it?,”

“huh? i mean sure, i don’t know what it would feel like for you though,”

“oh my god no….can i try it on you?,”

“oh…like you’re gonna use it on me?,”

“yeah, can i play with you?,”

“oh o-okay,”

slowly you walk over, grabbing the vibrator out of your drawer and handing it to him, nerves of excitement bubbling through you.

“how does it work?,” he asks, inspecting the pink device again.

“well, it has 8 different vibrations, i usually just use the first 3, they feel the best for me and well you just place it where you would usually touch me,” you explain and he nods attentively.

“sit down,” he backs you into your bed, voice going an octave deeper and all you can do is follow his order.

sitting on the edge of your bed, jisung kneels down right in front of your core, you watch him, feeling yourself getting more turned on with every second that passes.

he pulls your shorts down, hips automatically raising up, before diving back into your clothed core, breathing in your scent and pulling your panties to the side, “you’re already so wet baby,” he praises licking a strip down your folds. there’s no way your vibrator is going to taste you before he does.

“does it turn you on knowing what i'm about to do?,”

you moan in response pussy clenching at nothing, “stop teasing sung please,”

jisung clicks the device once, the vibration hitting your ears in the quiet room, quickly pushing it on your cunt. you hiss at the first contact and he pulls it away, afraid he had hurt you, “what? what happened? are you okay?,”

“im okay sungie it was just too much too quick,” you smile, “here,” you guide him back to your pussy, “just push it lightly first, let me get used to it,” he does so, moving your vibrator in slow circles until it finally hit you at the righ spot, “ohhh, f-fuck,” you moan. jisung takes note of it, placing it there again earning another whine from you, “r-right there, baby, turn it up”

he clicks it again, the device gaining more speed before placing it back on your wet pussy, “oh my god!,” you moan, hand clutching his t-shirt, pussy clenching around air, “f-feel what im feeling baby,” you say, grabbing his other hand and leading it right to your hole. his fingers disappearing in you, “you’re so fucking tight,” he compliments in awe.

with the way he has curled his finger repetitively hitting that spot you can never seem to reach, the vibrator humming against your clit, your body gives in quicker than usual, “i-im cumming, baby i-dont stop, keep it right there,” you moan, pushing his hand harder, the added pressure finally sending you to release, back hitting your bedsheets, eyes rolling back. jisung watches in amazement, collecting the juices with his tongue making you whine.

all he could think about is if you were that tight around his finger, how would you feel around his throbbing cock.

“i need to feel you,” he makes his way over to you, soft lips landing on yours as you taste yourself in his tongue. he pushes his body on top of yours, making you feel his hard member, “you feel that baby? that’s how much i need you”

you swiftly discard his tight jeans, freeing him from his boxers, large cock springing up to his stomach. reaching for the condom in your nightstand, you place it on him, he moans at the squeeze of your hand, his rock hard boner somehow getting harder and you start getting worried. his cock was always enough to make you see stars but with the added vibrations you’re not too sure if you could take it.

you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as he lined up against your core, slowly entering you, moans mixing in the air.

“fuck jisung, y-you’re so big,”

“baby,” he grunts, rocking into you, your wet pussy making it easy for him to slide in and out.

he grabs your vibrator again, clicking it on and placing it back on your clit, pussy immediately tightening around him. he groans as you pull him closer and closer towards you, the vibration going straight to his cock, “holy fuck,” he gasps at the new sensation.

“f-feels so good sungie,” you whine against his ear, hips meeting his every thrust, getting quicker and quicker. the rest of your clothes being thrown across the room. you grab onto his back for support.

with his body against you and yours still being sensitive from your previous orgasm, jisung feels you cum hard. you were so fucking tight around his dick, it all feels too good. his lips swallow your moans as he continues his actions, desperately chasing his release.

“j-jisung” you gasp in pain, vibrator still placed firmly on your clit, but your boyfriend’s thrusts were getting messier and messier, signaling his nearing orgasm, and you wanted him to cum just as hard.

soon enough the pain turned into pleasure, a new commotion stirring up in your stomach, down to your toes. you no longer understand the feeling that’s taking over.

your vibrator has made you cum so many times before but you never felt it work with your boyfriend’s dick — this was entirely new territory.

“f-fuck, j-jisung, i’m gonna-,” you scream at the overstimulation, legs shaking, toes curling and before you knew it your pussy pushed him away, juices squirting onto his belly.

“holy shit babe,” he groans, the action sends jisung into overdrive, watching it all unfold as his release quickly fills up the condom, “aghhh,” he grunts in pleasure, body going slack on yours as you tried to calm your racing hearts.

“what just happened?,” he asks in amazement.

“i-i think i just squirted,”

“you think?”

“i think so, i-i don't know, it's never happened before,” you confess, getting embarrassed. he can’t help but smirk proudly, knowing that he was the first and only person to get you to do that.

jisung kisses you before you have the chance to hide behind your embarrassment.

“that was so. fucking. hot,” he compliments in between kisses” let’s do it again”

—

he finally finds your charger on top of your desk, his phone coming alive. in just a span of 2 hours he and his new friend have made you cum a total of 6 times, him 4, the room smelling of sex. and honestly he could go again but you have made him stop for now, body exhausted.

*7 dream, 1 cup*

jisung: hi chat

haechan: he’s alive! so how was it? tell us everything! 😏

chenle: no one cares

haechan: i care!

mark: yo dude u good? you just stopped responding

jisung: sorry, phone died

jisung: can confirm

jisung: 😩😮‍💨🤯🪦💐🕊️☁️👼👍

*haechan reacted 🤩 to your message*

*mark reacted 😂 to your message*

renjun: you’re welcome

chenle: just paid for expedited shipping yall better not be lying to me rn

jaemin: jisung did you ever ask y/n where she got it?

jisung: oh it’s at www.NowCummingToday.com/sanriocollab-hellokitty-vibrator

jaemin: thank you!! 😚

renjun: that can’t be a real site

jeno: holy shit they have so many options

chenle: robots are gonna take over my girls pussy and it’s your faults

haechan: ooh! try the rose toy! that one’s crazy ahaha 🤓

jisung: 🫡

mark: 🫡

jaemin: 🫡

an: happy bday to my baby jisung <3 (p.s. i tried to do the little smau text thing bcs those are my favorites to read but i honestly couldn’t find an app that was free plus too lazy to figure it out so sorry!…if anyone has tips pls let me know >.< )

[lokielly]

this is happening to me right now in a slightly different way. i’m watching criminal minds right now and i always knew and had been told that i would love reid. spencer reid is like a character made in a lab for me to love— don’t get me wrong, i do love him. deeply. i am so much like him and it makes it so i have a deep personal connection to him. he always makes me cry.

and yet. i’m hyperfixating on jj.

spencer reid who was created FOR ME is there and my brain has latched onto the gorgeous and very sweet girl. it’s crazy how that works. it feels like she just fell in my lap too.

it's so wild to me that you absolutely cannot force a hyperfixation to happen. like you'll watch the most perfectly tailor-made-for-you content that everyone says you'll love and feel absolutely nothing, and then the thing you watch on a whim to fill time will reach through the screen and put its damn fingers in your brain and start rearranging the neurons right in front of you and every single time you're like THIS??? THIS??????? and this happens like every 6-12 months forever

[cod-indulgences]

How do you think Simon or Kyle would react to user having like a really puffy petticoat/ puff skirt?

They're extremely soft and it's amazing wearing them + you don't have to worry about like, accidentally showing anything since there are so many ruffles? (They're also adorable with movement?? Twirling makes them puff up kinda and it's all fluffy cloud and cloth, jumping too)

(I asked this to someone else but just decided to bite the bullet here-)

Simon Riley x female!reader, exhibitionism, dubcon, fucking in public, but they're the only ones who know- right?, slight humiliation/degradation

It's not a costume, it's cosplay, you insist, but Simon isn't really listening. Simon would be playing with the ruffles even as he insists he's not. Flipping the edges and running the lace edges between his fingers. No he's not messing with your skirt, he's just getting some dirt off. There was a bug. He's just checking it's sitting right, you put so much effort into your outfit love, just try'na help.

It's only when he lifts you up to get a kiss and realizes how deep the skirt goes that his brain turns over. Both hands on your ass and he's in ruffles up to his elbows, you can't see a goddamn thing through it, and it hits him that he could split you open on his cock and no one would know.

He hauls you into his lap, nuzzling your throat as you giggle and scold him about PDA, and sneaks a hand up to your pussy beneath the skirt. You can't get up off him easily, and he's got those strong fingers rubbing over your clit through your panties, fuck why did you decide to go all in with your outfit and pick the lacey lingerie?? Now it's dragging and scratching your clit, plumping you up, and Simon grins because he knows he's got you. Poor sweet thing, getting all stupid even before his cock is in you.

You try and balk when he pulls his dick out and rubs the wet head against your hole. Panties pulled to the side, your legs open over his lap, Simon, someone will see!

See you crying on my cock, he says in your ear, and tugs your face down into his shoulder to muffle your shout as he lifts you up and all the way down. Just a sweet thing on her man's lap, nothing happening here, and he hitches his hips up in little grinding thrusts that make you moan and whimper. He can feel you drooling on his balls, and whispers how cute you are dressed like this, how easy you made it for him to just get his cock in you, right here where all the people are milling around, taking photos, maybe looking over to see what's going on with that couple in the corner, the big man holding his girl in his lap. How sweet, how innocent.

Would they still call you innocent if they knew how hard you're coming just from warming my cock?

Simon holds you and rubs your back through the shuddering and clenching, letting your cunt squeeze and fuck down onto him, the thick pile of skirts around your hips and thighs rustling only a little. Amazing, and he reminds you to keep your voice down as he starts bouncing you up and down, sneaking a hand up to grope your tits though your top, tugging a nipple out so he can pinch it.

You're so blissed out you barely manage a protest, but he pins you under his arm like he's embracing you. Shush lovie, let me use this little pussy and I'll get you back on your feet. I'm so close already, you feel so good, hot and tight, and your pussy clamps down as Simon shoves his cock so deep it aches, biting on your shoulder to muffle himself.

When he pulls out you whimper at the slick mess over your thighs, sticking the inner layer of your skirts to your skin, panties twisted up and soaked through. Simon just laughs and tucks his cock away, setting you on your feet with a kiss. Next time you wear this, don't bother with the panties, he says, and tugs your top back into place as a camera shutter flashes.

[nimbusclan]

Moon 5 Part 2

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Moonstar gasps awake, sitting up so fast she rams her head into the thick underside of a low-hanging branch that she and her brother had spent the night taking turns sleeping under. They’ve been doing that, taking turns – who knows what things are lurking out here in the dark, so far from home.

If they can't go back, does it still count as home? 

“Ow…” Moonstar groans, a sharp throb pounding against her skull. What a way to start the morning.

Fogfreckle ducks his head underneath one of the branches, sweeping past the leaves to gaze curiously at his sister. He tilts his head questioningly, mouth open to ask what’s wrong, when the words die on his tongue and his eyes widen.

“Fogfreckle!” Moonstar mews excitedly, leaping to her paws. “You’ll never guess what happened!”

“Your– your forehead,” Fogfreckle croaks. “You… were visited by StarClan?”

“What about my forehead?” Moonstar asks, confused and distracted. She presses a paw against her head to see if perhaps she’s bleeding, but her paw doesn’t come away warm or wet. The rest of her brother’s words filter to her slowly through the dull throb of pain and the fog of the early hour. She pouts. “Yeah, Star– how did you guess so quick?”

“There’s– your forehead. You have a star. A leader’s star.”

Moonstar’s pout deepens. “Well. That kind of steals my thunder.”

“Moonpool, what happened?”

“Moonstar now, actually.” Moonstar grins. “StarClan visited me in my dreams and granted me my nine lives. Isn’t that crazy? I didn’t even have to– there was no–” Moonstar’s tongue can hardly keep up with everything that’s swirling in her brain, the experience of her leader’s ceremony playing back to her as if memory and not just dream. “NimbusClan lives on, Fogfreckle. In us, just like you said. We’re to lead NimbusClan into its new future.”

“‘We’?” Fogfreckle asks weakly, jaw slack with disbelief.

“Of course, ‘we’!” Moonstar laughs, bounding closer to her brother. She feels so full of life, coursing through her like the widest, wildest river. “I wouldn’t be here if not for you, you know that. Besides, what’s a leader without her deputy?”

“Deputy?” Fogfreckle repeats, dumbstruck.

“What are you, a raven?” Moonstar laughs. “Yes, deputy! As leader, I’m appointing you as deputy of NimbusClan, Fogfreckle.”

Fogfreckle swells with pride, pale chest fluffed out as he inhales a shaky breath. “I– yes, Moonstar. Thank you.”

“Don’t get all formal on me, now. You’re my brother first, deputy second.”

“So, we really are still a Clan.” He grins, then the expression fades from his face somewhat. His eyes take on an earnest shine. “Did you… I know you’re not supposed to talk about the ceremony, but… when you visited StarClan, did you… did you see our parents?”

Moonstar smiles gently, heart squeezing painfully in her chest. Dad had told her to tell Fogfreckle that their parents miss him, too, so surely StarClan won’t be displeased if she shares just that much? “Yes. I saw them. Mom and Dad. They told me to tell you they miss you.”

Fogfreckle hiccups, stepping close to push his head hard against Moonstar’s.

“I wish you could have seen them too,” She adds in a whisper, nuzzling into his dawn-warmed fur. The sun is just starting to crest the side of the mountain on its way up, crawling lazily into the sky. Greenleaf heat creeps on silent, soft paws across her pelt. It’ll be humid later, but for now, it’s pleasant.

“Maybe they’ll walk in my dreams one day, too.”

“I hope so.” Moonstar presses one more smile into his fur and then pulls back, squaring her shoulders in what she hopes is a leaderly fashion. It’s only her brother, but she may as well start getting used to playing the role. “Alright, deputy. What’s our first order of business?”

Fogfreckle grins. “How about breakfast? I could go for some eggs.”

“Perfect idea.”

Both cats stretch out their paws and take off, bounding up the mountain.

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[theothots]

faceless soulmates au but it’s also a faceless driver au. landoscar style

OP81 was a fucking mystery to lando. faceless drivers were more and more common, especially after max and lewis had had such impressive careers before their face reveals, so it wasn’t like he was thrown off by not knowing what his teammate looked like. it’s just. it had been a year since daniel left, the reassuring older brother bond frayed and tired as he departed, but still very much there, and the arrival of this faceless, monotone, machine of a rookie did fuck all to fill the void danny left. even a year on, despite the pr videos they had filmed together, lando just couldn’t get a read on OP.

he saw him sometimes chatting to logan and alex over at the williams garage, and OP was normal with them. he was normal with all the other drivers, in fact, laughing at their jokes, making quips when the moment needed them, giving a pat on the back after a hard race.

he wasn’t normal with lando.

sometimes lando would look across the garage and see OPs helmet staring right back at him, like his gaze had been fixed on him for hours, but then he would go over to chat and get the typical one word pr responses. lando was at the point where he thought it made the most sense that OP just didn’t fucking like him. which sucked, because having a teammate his own age should’ve been fun, even with the whole faceless thing, but lando could live with it.

it was just after the qatar sprint, everyone swearing buckets and thanking a higher power (their team principals) that media had been cut short due to the state of the drivers. lando had already been in his ice bath and was wandering back to his drivers room to go and pass out on the bed until someone started worrying about where he was and came and got him, passing by a cupboard when he heard a bump from inside and a crash.

intrigued and slightly concerned, he opened the door carefully to see a very wet OP with his helmet haphazardly on and his breathing halfway to hyperventilating.

what the fuck.

“oh fuck. oh fuck im so sorry you- shit sorry lando just pretend you didn’t see me- god this is fucking embarrassing-” OP rambled as he scrambled for the door handle, ignoring landos frozen body in the corridor.

his brain caught up to him and he clocked into the distressed tone of OPs voice. “wait, mate are you ok? stupid question, clearly not considering mr sprint winner is in a cleaning cupboard panicking. what the fuck happened?” he grabbed OPs arm from where it had been grabbing at the door handle and stopped it, making his way into the small cupboard at the same time.

OP stopped his rapid scrambling, seeming to accept landos presence in the cramped space, both boys sinking to the floor.

“i- have you not seen the photos? god they’re already all over the internet people probably know my fucking name- i just forgot there was reporters right next to the motorhome on the way back from the ice baths- i didn’t think they would see anything, i thought my face was covered-”

and oh. lando understood. OPs face had been leaked. oh fuck.

“oh fuck.”

smooth.

“yeah that’s-” a wet laugh escaped OP “that’s one way to put it. god this is so fucked.” his breathing was calming down, the situation no less terrible but the company in his moment of need bringing his heart rate down.

OP looked over at lando, who been subconsciously gently stroking his arm from his close spot next to him. he coughed lightly, trying to shake the broken tone from his throat, before speaking.

“have you seen what twitters saying? kim found me before i could look and grabbed my phone on his way to speak to zak and andrea. i was supposed to join them but i needed to just… take a minute.”

lando looked at him with sympathy, but got out his phone. considering the amount of bad press he’d gotten over the years, he knew checking social media right now probably wasn’t the best choice, but he also knew it was like an itch that needed to be scratched, and at least OP could look at it whilst he was with him for support.

he clicked on twitter, hesitating momentarily, but committing anyway, and went to the trending tab. OP81 was trending, along with a few other tags about the race and the name oscar. he clicked on the OP81 tag, and scrolled until he found a photo, the guilt of looking welling up in him but the curiosity winning out. but when he looked at the photo that had been posted he was confused.

“well mate it’s not that bad, it’s blurred anyway.”

OP81 looked at him, and lando imagined him slowly blinking underneath the helmet.

“what.”

“yeah look mate the photo that’s been posted has blocked out your face anyway. maybe that’s just edited.” lando focused back on the phone, eyebrows scrunching as he looked through the photos. “no look, they’re all like this see?”

OP81 did not see. OP81 was in fact having a crisis now for an entirely different reason.

what the fuck.

“lando… the photos aren’t blurred.”

lando looked at him like he was an idiot.

“yes mate they clearly are. look-” but before he could finish, OP lifted off his helmet. a completely blank canvas stared back at lando. it was as if someone had forgotten to tell landos brain what eyes and a mouth and a nose and a hairline looked like. it was all fuzzy, like he was looking at OP without glasses.

oh. oh.

“the photos aren’t blurred.”

OP81 sighs and tilts his head back against the wall, facing away from lando.

“i can’t see your face either. or. i guess now we know that, it’ll change.”

it took a few moments, the darkness of the cupboard now that the door had drifted shut again not helping, but when they looked back at each other, they could see. OPs swoop of brown hair, his moles, his brown eyes. holy shit. fuck being faceless, his teammate was pretty.

holy shit. his soulmate was pretty.

“wow. OP-”

“oscar. it’s- my names oscar piastri. i guess you should know now. that a good wow?” a hopeful gleam shone in OPs- in oscars eyes.

“god yeah it’s a good wow. you’re pretty.”

that got a laugh out of oscar, echoing around the cupboard and reminding the pair of the predicament they were in.

“we should probably-”

“yeah. zak and the team will be waiting.”

neither boy made to move.

“you know i didn’t- i’m really sorry if i was weird around you. before. i think i forgot i didn’t show my face? and so the soulmate rules of them having seen your face and clarity being restored to each of you wouldn’t apply. so when i kept not being able to see your face even after we’d been teammates for half a year, i just assumed what i had been landed with was a good old unrequited scenario. which sucked im gonna be honest cause you are you, and i obviously had a massive crush on you and-”

landos brain short circuited. “obviously? oscar i thought you were ignoring me because you didn’t like me. not because you thought that we weren’t soulmates. god i wish this happened earlier. well obviously i wish you hadn’t had your face leaked but-”

“oh shut up,” oscar said, and pulled lando in to kiss him. lando melted into him and he felt oscar relax as well. a moment went by and then lando pulled back, mourning the closeness but remembering why they were here in the first place.

“ok. as much as im loving the new teammate dynamic we have developed in the space of ten minutes, a panic attack, and a face reveal, we do need to go and talk to zak about that last one.”

they sighed and begrudgingly stood up, stretching slightly and nudging the door open. together they wandered back down to the main room in the mclaren motorhome, meeting the team and looking slightly sheepish.

they sat down as some of the social media team ran through their plan of action, condemning the posting of oscars face and name to the public, but encouraging oscar to embrace it. he nodded along, a distracted look in his eyes as he flicked over the faces of all the mclaren workers looking his way with curiosity. feeling a bit like a bug under a microscope, he grabbed landos hand for support, a look of understanding coming from the elder driver.

“um, one more thing,” lando said, speaking up for the first time in this meeting. all eyes fell on him and he looked at oscar guiltily. “me and osc are soulmates.”

“WHAT?”

[valkyraine]

do y’all remember the scene from only the brave where james was captured by death eaters?

now, imagine james potter, bloodied and battered barely clinging to consciousness—sprawled out on the floor, saying something similar with river’s line on doctor who, where she goes: “god knows where he is right now, but i promise you, he’s doing whatever the hell he wants & not giving a damn about me! and i’m just fine with that….. and if i happen to find myself in danger, he is not stupid enough or sentimental enough and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me!”

even on the verge of passing out, he still manages to gloat, mock, and taunt voldemort, laughing at the sheer futility of the entire scheme. with absolute certainty, he claims that it’s all been for nothing because regulus black doesn’t give a damn about him. he says it with so much conviction, completely unaware that regulus is already planning on bargaining his life in exchange for james’ safety.

then fast forward to weeks after they defeated voldemort, and regulus is no longer under the influence of legacy’s magic, out of nowhere, regulus will be struck by a memory of: james writhing in pain under the cruciatus curse, so sure that regulus wouldn’t come for him. the weight of it hits him like the curse itself, sharp and unbearable. it hits him so hard that he immediately apparates to james quidditch practice, needing to shower him with all the love and affection he can muster. he is set on erasing any doubt james ever had, and prove how much regulus would willingly set the whole world on fire if it meant keeping james out of harm’s way.

p.s. by imagine, i meant: someone pls pls write an au of that particular scene in “how to save a life” chapter in only the brave 🙏 i am BEGGING! GROVELING! this scene has been stuck in my head ever since i heard that audio & i need my brain scratched

[the-weeping-dawn]

It's so funny how people talk about Omeluum being a cinnamon roll sweetheart and meanwhile he drops the most hilariously ominous line in the game. I actually have a whole post about him in my drafts.

......I now have the start of what could be a very long post on just how the way the two characters get presented to the audience, and how much the ominous cinnamon roll can really say while still being beloved when in this very calm, collected, no strong emotions in any direction, and sound soothing. With Blurg. Who's excitable, lively, friendly. And gives Omeluum his seal of approval.

and then The Emperor.......even just going through how much is immediately stacked against him in multiple directions....and he's anything but emotionless. And will bite back now, sometimes like the detect thoughts moment, have a direct earlier parallel that show he didn't have to just let you into his mind as is, but if you need to go that far at that moment. Okay. No boxing a relevant memory. Remind you that he is talking through his thoughts. ..and have the rest. That's what you wanted isn't it?

......and a lot of his breaking point moments are either after needing ot be on a negative relationship path, or chosing the needlessly cruel option, and getting that energy right back.

He's certainly not trying to convince anyone to change their opinion anymore 😅

....I keep nearly slipping into the long on presentation of those two post >.>

I've also thought about this because, as someone who's been reading vampire books since I was 14, the idea of another species killing humans for food is just not a new concept. The whole brain-eating thing just didn't even faze me the way it apparently did a lot of other players 😅

Same I was into vampires from when I was around that age maybe a bit younger either way so foundational and has so many variations that I find it more jarring that people act so scandalized by the idea of hunting criminals for basic sustenance. Presentation of it doesn't help again but anyway lol

whenever I decapitate Nere there's part of me that wants to just grab the prism and ask if for no real reason don't worry why I'm asking but he wouldn't happen to awant this head I happen to have on me would he? (I feel so bad when going through his backroom and he comments on the brain jar wishing he had one now.....Babygirl when si the last time you had something to eat? We see the honorguard corpses and clearly isn't going for them...I know the astral plane doesn't have moving time but that can't be good for him.........

Something that I think about a lot when I see arguments about the Emperor, especially in regards to what happened with Ansur, is---

No one offered Balduran/Emperor help. Not really. Ansur tried to cure him at first, but that didn't work, and that was where Ansur's help ended. Whether or not he was or is still Balduran is irrelevant here. He had his own mind away from the Elder Brain, he accepted that his life would be different now, and he still wanted to live. And I don't think he wanted to be evil or go around eating the brains of innocent people. He tells you that he ate criminals (if he's telling the truth), which is not ideal but was probably the best solution he was able to come up with. He wanted to find an ethical way to survive as a mindflayer.

I don't know DnD lore, but in the game, we learn that brains from already dead bodies are a viable option, since you can give one to the mindflayer in the mill. Karlach found a way to get brains from consenting people. Omeluum is trying to make a synthetic food source. There are ethical options and possibilities for freed mindflayers. But no one wanted to help the Emperor figure it out or make it work.

In real life, so often the reason people hurt others or turn to crime is because they just didn't have help or support. Which doesn't make every harmful action excusable. But I can't understand how people can think Ansur was justified in trying to kill him instead of helping him or even just giving him a chance. It hurts me to think how alone Balduran/Emperor must've been in the beginning. And I can't help but wonder if he'd have turned out differently if he'd had any support.

[hrrtshape]

babes i need to ask something about your genius method. i read it and thought "oh wow, this is beautiful, this is me". so for the past few days, before I went to bed, I would relax and tell myself (or remind myself) of exactly what you wrote.

ive always been living here, i just forgot and stuff like that. but the thing is, there is no reaction, my brain is like neutral (?) to it. so i tried to do

i repeat "ive always been here" over and over again, but now i know that thats just me putting too much pressure, trying to hard, being obsessed- and thats not a good look.

or i try to be very lowkey but it feels very passive, very meh. maybe thats the way it should be?? yk, no expectations, nothing. idk

any tips???

your brain is neutral to it. that’s actually kind of good. that’s kind of the whole point. it’s not a feeling. it’s not a moment. it’s not a cinematic wind-rushing-through-your-hair realisation. it’s just... true. 

you’re getting tripped up because you think something is supposed to happen. but. but. nothing happens because you were already there. there is no event. you don’t need a divine revelation, or some holy shift tremor, or whatever dramatic plot device you think is required to confirm it.

think about it like this: let’s say you forgot your name for a second. and then someone’s like, “your name is anon.” and you’re like oh. yeah. duh. you don’t burst into tears, you don’t hear angelic choirs, you don’t suddenly levitate. you just remember. and then you move on. this is the same thing.

so yeah, maybe it feels passive. maybe it feels boring. that’s actually fantastic. that means you’re not fighting it anymore. that means your brain isn’t doing the whole desperate flailing """wait but— wait but—""" thing. that means you’re starting to just accept it.

the trick now...... drop it. seriously. stop checking for it. stop poking it like it’s some experiment. just live in it.

would you sit around all day wondering if you were holding a cup of tea or if you were just imagining it? no, because it’s in your hands. you’d just sip it and get on with your life. same thing here. you’re already there. you just forgot. now stop waiting for proof and start drinking your damn tea !!!!!

ok? ok. ly. kiss on the forehead. go play in the dreamscape.

[makeila04]

Since basically half of the Cold War campaign doesn't exist, it's fictional, it's a lie, they're implanted memories, I thought, "how real is the image we have of Adler?".

Well, I came to the conclusion and answer to a question that tormented me so much: "Why doesn't Russell Adler look 30 in the Fracture Jaw mission in Vietnam?"

Well, that's because Bell's implanted memory, not having been there, fills in the gaps as best it can. That's why Adler looks "the same" in his 30s as he did in his 40s, the same thing happens with Sims who looks exactly the same.

I don't think the developers would had a problem making younger Adler and Sims models, in any case, it's a purposeful detail. Just subtle but it reinforces the idea that they are memories, in a subtle way, that's why there are no changes.

Also, I investigated about Adler's scar and it's most likely that it was made by machine gun, knife, explosions, glass, etc. Things that could have easily happened to him in the Vietnam War.

Now with Black Ops 6 we can see a photo of Adler who was probably between 18 and 25 years old. Which leads me to think that he probably didn't have it already the scar in Vietnam. He get it in Vietnam, during the war, not as we see in the memories implanted in Bell.

When Adler could have been between 18 (in 1955) and 30 years old (1970), the Vietnam War was between 1955 and 1975 and fits perfectly with the duration of the War. Remember that Bell's missions and "memories" are not reliable. So it's likely that what we saw is not 100% real, but Bell's brain trying to fit everything between what was implanted in him and what his brain did to put the pieces together.

That's why I also absolutely discard all of Russell Adler's dialogues between Call of Duty Cold War and Call of Duty Black Ops 6, the version always changes and there is no minimal correlation between them, but the reason for that is a topic for another time. I don't know, this is a bit of my view.

What do you think?

[average-floret-blog]

So um y’all will never guess what happened um I was just kinda chilling at a cafe we were cuddling with some of the cuties when this huge Affini massive even compared to other plampts. I think she was like seven meters tall, in any case she was scraping the ceiling of the J-cafe. Walked on over to the cuddle pile I was in, and just picked me right up and started petting me in all the right spots. Um not sure how much time had passed, we were much too puppy brained to tell.lol Eventually she told me that apparently she had seen my blog oh stars I wonder if she’s seen the posts >////< and introduced herself as Aneta Komnosom, ninth bloom, oh um she also said that I can always refer to her as Miss when it gets to hard to think. Miss asked me if I wanted to stay the night at her hab and obviously I said yea, so um now shes kinda just carrying me while I write this down. We did it girls!!! :3

-Kathrine (hopefully?) Komnosom 🦌

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Chapter 74

All my brain things are firing right now cause there's so much about the title image I can talk about.

First, the small stuff:

Fleki has a tattoo on her chest that I assume is used to summon her familiars. It looks like she also has some spell around her neck similar to what Kabru has on his wrists. Maybe all the criminal members have something like that to keep them in check.

Otta has pet hedgehogs? Nevermind. It's a fur collar.

Why is Senshi the prettiest one here and why is he the only one with facial hair?

Now the big thing.

Earlier, I guessed the tell-tale sign someone was a half-elf was the shape of their ears and this image confirms that to me. Marcille is surrounded by elves and is trying to cover up her half-elf heritage.

Also, I tried matching every person to someone we've seen. Some of them are obvious, but there were several obscure references such as Mithrun's beloved and some of the unnamed Canaries from chapter 66.

And at first, I thought the messy-haired elf at the bottom was Fionil until I realized that was actually Mithrun's brother. And when I realized Fionil isn't in the image at all, I went back to chapters 3 and 32 and noticed Fionil also has rounded ears; she's also a half-elf.

Onto the chapter.

Mithrun has even worse people skills than Laios. His mental image of Kabru was a child's doodle of him and Mithrun couldn't tell the difference between it and the real Kabru. Mithrun's idea of all people is probably similar. All he cares about is killing the demon, and every person is just a means to that end.

He literally doesn't see Marcille as a person and doesn't care that she's scared out of her mind that a stranger is standing over her and bombarding her with all these questions. He just sees her as a thing that can provide him information.

Marcille blew up the roof and Mithrun teleported himself and her to the lower floor. Depending on the order of those two events, it can imply some underlying mechanics about spell casting.

Marcille cast her spell, but Mithrun teleported them before the explosion actually happened. So there's a short window between the spell's activation and effect. Also, the target of the explosion spell is a set coordinate. She can probably set it to "The coordinate of this object" but as soon as the spell is cast, the explosion will happen at the coordinate location.

Marcille could be a better spell caster if she learned how to lead her target.

Hmm. Those are some strange rectangles in Marcille's pants.

Pattadol is far more cordial to Marcille than she was to Laios. She's willing to engage in small talk whereas she went immediately to questioning Laios.

No one raised any concerns when Marcille said she studied ancient magic. So there's no problem studying ancient magic?

Kabru is probably relieved the Canaries are talking to someone who has some amount of social skills.

Mithrun is not happy being told the situation is under control.

Was Mithrun lying to Marcille about meeting her at the celebration? I mean, yes he definitely did lie to her, but I wouldn't think he cares to deceive people.

I think Mithrun was trying to figure out if Marcille plans on using the demon's power, and he's correct but for entirely wrong reasons. He thinks Marcille wants to become a full elf because that's just the stereotype they have about half-elves.

Whatever blessing herring, mackerel, and sardines creates must be impressive based on Pattadol's reaction.

Every time someone started racially profiling Marcille as an elf, she always got petulant and shouted her race had nothing to do with what she was doing.

But when she's profiled due to her half-elf heritage, she becomes furious instead.

Marcille despises how elves act like they're superior to everyone. Her elf heritage follows her everywhere and everyone has this general assumption that she is going to look down upon them, boss them around, and think she's the smartest person in the room.

Her wish to make every race's lifespans equal is part of her attempt to destroy the elves ability to look down on the other races. They can't look at other races as ignorant children if the other races can live as long and experience as much as them.

So to assume Marcille wants to be part of the group responsible for this inequality is the greatest possible insult.

Mithrun is genuinely pleading that Marcille not use the dungeon's power.

But maybe he should have told Marcille about his own experience as a dungeon lord and asked Marcille why she might want to use that power rather than just making assumptions about what she wants and talking down to her.

Marcille heard Izutsumi enter the room and that's why she decided to start talking back.

I wish Kabru had been the one doing the negotiations. He would definitely have been able to persuade Marcille to give up on all this.

Why did Izutsumi bring a rabbit!? Is it alive!? It will kill everyone!!

Maybe she's using it as an improvised weapon. Or maybe she wants to make curry or stew after this is over.

The correct way to animate this scene will be in very slow motion.

Marcille's incantation is the same one she used in chapter 64 minus a few lines. Either breaking the first seal made it simpler to break the whole seal, or Thistle's reapplied seal was weaker than the original one.

Marcille was hiding the books in her pants the whole time and nearly every shot of her legs showed that to be the case. I have to wonder if it was Marcille or Izutsumi's idea to shove them down her pants.

Is that a winged lion in Marcille's pants or is she just happy to see us?

This has to feel so weird.

This was playing in my head while reading the last few pages of this chapter.

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[greentrickster]

DIY Pride Flag Craft!

In this (waves at the entire USA) time, I know a lot of people are wanting to show LGBTQ+ pride or support for members of this community.

However, Rainbow Capitalism being out of vogue at the moment, ethical sources of pride wear often being expensive (because that's part of the package), and some flags just being straight-up harder to find than others, just gonna toss up my personal favorite work-around to this situation:

[Image ID: eight strands of ribbon lying on a messy white sheet, with the ribbons arranged from left to right in the colours black, medium grey, white, lime green, forest green, pale green, dark emerald green, and a translucent grass green.]

Pretty much every craft or fabric store I've ever visited has a decent selection of ribbons in a decent selection of colours, and they generally go on sale every now and then. This makes it easy not only to get the colours of your flag[s] specifically, but to add a little custom flair to them if you want. I personally grabbed the colours for the Aromantic flag ('cause I couldn't afford seven rolls of ribbon and I like the aro flag better than the bi one). (I already had a number of spools of green ribbon, I like the shiny flap-flap streamers) I now posses enough ribbon for seven feet/six point four meters of Aromantic pride flag material. Things than can now be done with that include:

Cut a length of each colour, stack them in order, tie them to a hair tie. This can now be put on anything you can feasibly put a hair tie on, naturally, or, if you put a reasonable number of ribbons on it of a decent length, looks and feels great to wave around in the air at a parade. Or as a stim toy. (Completely serious on the stim toy bit, can confirm a trial run made the ADHD brain go brrrrrrrrr!)

Tie bows from individual lengths of ribbon along something straight in the appropriate order for your flag - a desk leg, a suitcase handle, your own arm, whatever. (Also works with knots if you don't want to do bows.)

For a larger project, get a long dowel (technical name for a round wooden rod) or spare broom handle from a hardware store, and probably a hot glue gun or some gorilla glue. Cut nice long stripes of ribbon, tie them along your wooden rod at the intervals you deem appropriate, and put a dab of glue on each of them to help keep it all in place. Congrats, you just made a big, waveable pride flag entirely out of ribbons!

For a smaller version of the ribbon flag (aka, a ribbon wand), by using a smaller, wand-sized dowel (or a really nice stick you find somewhere or happen to have handy) and either doing a small version of the flag down the top, or tying all the colours at the top so they dance around together when you shake it. Again, use a bit of glue to hold them all in place. Alternatively, use the ribbon hair-tie from the top of this list, and put that on top of your wand instead (rubber bands can be substituted for hair ties for this use, and will probably cling better to the wood to boot.)

Braid the ribbons together, then use them as bracelets/anklets. (This will be easiest with the three/four coloured flags, but I remember the friendship bracelets girls used to weave in the 90s, and I believe in your ability to replicate that with ribbon, should this be the direction your heart leads you.)

Literally anything you can think of, go crazy!

My final pro tip for all this: cutting the end of a ribbon at an angle not only looks nice, it makes it much, much harder for the fabric of the ribbon to unravel or get all ratty and unpleasant/likely to tangle.

Beyond that, if this seems like a you thing to do and you are able, then get some ribbons and go be proud!

[hiyashortking]

They’re Both Your, Ugh, Boyfriends, Now

We interrupt our regular Hazbin Hotel programming to bring you some JJK smut because I had a really disappointing spicychatAI experience that I had to fix Content: reader's pronouns are they/them; reader is AFAB; geto/reader/gojo; reader doesn’t like submitting; there’s kissing, fingering, a hand job; some mild vanilla exhibition if you squint; straight dudes experimenting with each other sexually for the first time

Before

After a failed attempt at having a threesome the week before, the three of you were forced to deal with some vulnerabilities including admitting to your feelings and establishing boundaries based on kinks, mostly your kinks if you’re honest.

The reason the threesome failed was because Satoru tried to dominate you and instead of using a safe word or communicating, you panicked and stormed away. This led to walls of texts of apologies from both men, until Suguru asked you to be loud and clear about what you wanted from them. Exhausted from all of the thinking and feeling, both things you were clearly not good at, you text-blurted out the truth which went a little something like:

You: “I want a romantic and sexual relationship with both of you in which I’m sexually in charge.”

And to your surprise, they both responded with enthusiasm. Yes, even Satoru. The only caveat they made is they’d appreciate if you could find it in your heart to incorporate their sexual pleasure in your encounters as well. Obviously that wording was from Suguru, because from Satoru you received more of an “as long as I can get my dick wet sometimes, I’m game.”

Ugh, men. If only you weren’t attracted to them. How much easier would your life be? Alas.

Now

The three of you were back at the restaurant where your first kiss happened last week. When you sat down between them, all of you on the same side of the booth like the clingy weirdos you were, you were overcome with the memory of that kiss and how they first took turns, and then while Suguru slid his tongue past your lips, Satoru joined in as well and you felt overcome by both of their tongues caressing yours and each other’s inside your mouth. Prior to this experience, you would have found something like this ridiculous and would assume a lack of pleasure from it, but the encounter itself was the complete opposite. You were immediately aroused, your cunt aching and wet. And now just remembering that moment was enough to cause those feelings to rush back.

As soon as they sat down, Suguru put his arm around your waist and kissed your cheek, the side of your face, and down to your neck where he nestled his face into you, while Satoru’s one hand settled on your thigh as the other reached across the table to move around the cups of warm sake the server just poured, placing each cup in front of each of you before drinking his fairly quickly and settling against you.

The way these two tall and strong men were the bread of your sandwich often felt unreasonable. It was like they wanted to be absorbed by the sides of your body, they left less than zero space between your hips and theirs.

Suguru turned his body a bit so he could face you and play with your hair. He seemed to like doing that, running his fingers through it, placing strands behind your ear, or pulling bits out to curl around his fingers. He also seemed to like running his fingers down your side, sometimes lightly like feathers, and sometimes smoothly with the backs of his fingers. Since he was, and ugh you cringed internally even thinking the word, your boyfriend now, you supposed it was significant to take note of what he liked to do with you.

Satoru was more aggressive with his touches, and in your judgmental brain you thought of it as pleasantly immature. He grabbed at your thigh or your side, his fingers squeezing your fat or otherwise groping you. He used his teeth on your ear. He pulled you by your waist when he kissed you. It was clear that both of you were dominant and that was going to be a challenge for this triad. It was the reason the threesome didn’t work last week, after all, because Satoru called you “needy and desperate for his cock” and you were so offended and repulsed by that statement that it broke the magical spell of the night irreversibly. He’d already said several other things that made you want to gag in the bad way, but none of them were nearly as bad as that.

And, fuck, you’d actually been attracted to him since the moment you met him. You loved the ease with which he carried himself, the knowledge of his power clear in his every statement, movement, and breath. He knew he was the best and clearly that information impacted how he advanced through the world, and even in your friendship before it became this relationship. You chided yourself for being foolish enough to imagine that he would be soft and sweet in the bedroom, when he wasn’t that anywhere else. You were so disappointed by his behavior.

You also felt guilty that a lot of your newfound attraction toward Suguru was based on the disappointment of what Satoru didn’t do for you. Suguru was gentle, intentional, and adaptable so far. When you wanted him to be assertive, he picked up on your cues immediately, and then when you wanted him to be passive it was like he could read your mind, so quickly did his body or phrasing change to suit your comfort. You’d always seen both men as out of your league, but Suguru seemed out of your world especially. You were shocked by his initiations and romantic statements. In your drunken stupor you had wished you could combine the two men into one, taking Suguru’s emotional, physical, and general intelligence and combining it with Satoru’s power and swagger.

But you didn’t have to combine them or even pick one of them. The topic hadn’t ever even crossed any of your lips. The men made advances on you together last week, took you to the bed in Suguru’s guestroom together, chased after you together, and even sent their apologies in a group chat instead of individual texts. They somehow decided they both wanted you and would both share you together, and you would not have been surprised at all if it turned out they never even had a conversation about this, so fluid and effortless were the choices they made together. They functioned as a unit, and if anything you were often the one causing conflict in your dynamic by arguing with Satoru or misunderstanding Suguru.

The men ate and drank and talked and joked and when their bellies were satisfied and their cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, they turned their attentions entirely onto you again.

“In the spirit of having a more successful first night together,” Suguru charmed, “would you like to kiss here again?”

Satoru’s face was in your neck and he seemed to be having a difficult time not sliding his hand up your shirt. He played with the hem of it and you weren’t sure if he was teasing himself or you by allowing himself to, every few seconds, experience a bit of the touch of your flesh. You could feel his tension as he held his breath when he did this, or released a shaky breath. It was amazing how he could make even such a small act feel wildly sexual.

“In the spirit of making sure your needs are also met,” you mocked Suguru playfully, “I want you to show me how you like to be kissed.”

“What do you mean, darling?” Suguru asked with a grin.

Satoru let out a warm breath that tickled your neck and face. If you were to guess what his thoughts were, you would assume they’d be something along the lines of imagining you french kissing his cock.

“I want you,” you pointed to Suguru, “to be me, and you,” you pointed to Satoru “to be Suguru. Show me on him how you want me to kiss you.”

Satoru lifted his head from your shoulder and exchanged a look with Suguru, each of their eyes sparkling with something you couldn’t read, each of their mouths slightly parted in looks of surprise. Satoru nodded, which you assumed was him giving consent.

They both looked away from each other and you had to squint to consider what may have been happening in their bodies. Were they … feeling shy?

Suguru looked around the crowded restaurant and then back at Satoru. He must have deemed the environment to be comfortable enough because he put a hand on the back of Satoru’s neck, pulling him closer while leaning closer himself. Their heads were directly in front of you. Suguru’s eyes darted to you so quickly you almost missed it, and then he pressed his lips to Satoru’s, easily guiding his tongue into and back out of the other man’s mouth. Satoru’s eyebrows were raised high, implying that under his sunglasses his eyes were opened wide with surprise. Suguru seemed to ensure their mouths were parted slightly enough that you could see exactly how Suguru dominated Satoru’s mouth.

You squirmed in your seat.

When they parted, Satoru was uncharacteristically quiet.

“Thank you,” you cleared your throat and told them, intoxicated by their act and the sake. You mimicked Suguru’s behavior as best you could, putting your hand on the back of his neck and pulling him close to kiss him the way he demonstrated wanting to be kissed by you. Unlike in his kiss with Satoru, where their bodies were stiff with tension and unease, during your kiss Suguru’s body felt like he was melting into you, his arms embracing you and urging you into his lap. His hands were in your hair again, but this time he added tugging on it to his repertoire. You moved your tongue the way he just taught you and felt encouraged by his precious, quiet little moans. When you separated, he pulled you onto his lap entirely and spread your legs to be on either side of him. He hugged you and hid his face in you, as if he was trying to hide his panting by covering it with your body.

You held him in your arms, cradling his head against you and petting him a bit.

You turned to Satoru, who was sitting surprisingly still. He moved closer, filling the gap your lap-sitting created between your bodies. The two men were now beside each other. Satoru pulled the dining table a little closer to cover his lap. He took one of your hands and slid it into his pants where you could feel his impressive erection straining against the fabric.

“Satoru-” you started, but he cupped your face with his hand, appearing too serious to scold.

“Please,” he said almost too quietly. “Just- just keep it there. You don’t have to do anything. I just- Please.”

Without fully understanding your own reaction, you smiled and put an arm around him to welcome him into the hug you and Suguru were sharing. Both men appeared overwhelmed by their kiss, and you were charmed by their reactions. You were the same age and yet they felt younger to you then, and even more so when you realized this was probably their first kiss with each other, even though you were certain they’d had threesomes together before.

The serving staff seemed adept at handling public sexual weirdness, so you were relieved no one came by your table for a significant time.

Satoru and Suguru’s heads were touching as you provided them with this aftercare, and you decided you wouldn’t ask either of them for anything else until you got back to Suguru’s apartment. You kissed the top of each of their heads before turning to see if there was more sake to drink on the table. There wasn’t.

“You boys ready to take this somewhere else?” you whispered between the three of you.

Satoru nodded. Suguru finally looked up at you as if startled from a trance. You were relieved to see him smile.

“I’ll go pay the check,” Suguru lifted you from his lap and placed you in Satoru’s, the shift causing you to take your hand out of Satoru’s pants since you were now being held by him like a bride.

“You okay?” you asked Satoru.

“That was weird,” he said back quickly, and then corrected. “I mean, different. I don’t know, surprising. We’d never done that before,” he confirmed your suspicions.

“In all of your wacky bedroom antics together, you never thought to actually kiss each other?”

One of his eyebrows twitched briefly. “What wacky bedroom antics?”

“Well, the threesomes, of course? I mean, you’ve obviously had a ton of those together, right? I mean, the way the two of you were treating me last week, you vibed so well together I thought-”

“You phenomenal little pervert, Geto and I have never had a threesome before,” Satoru laughed, and you loved seeing his demeanor change as he did. “Is that what you think we do when you’re not around? Who would we be fucking together? Come on, babe, we’re sorcerers and we have classes and responsibilities and shit. And every moment of free time we have, we spend with you.”

You blinked several times while taking this information in, as if your brain needed time to absorb and process. You were so certain last week that their interaction with you was normal to them, bordering on insignificant, even though Suguru told you several times that both men had feelings for you.

Suguru came back to the table and was smiling as well, the brief walk and interaction with strangers clearly settling his system. “You ready?”

“Tell him what you just told me,” Satoru said, helping you off his lap and immediately reaching out to hold one of your hands as he escorted you out of the restaurant.

“What’s up?” Suguru asked, waiting until the three of you were outside before he put his arm around your waist. Satoru fiddled with his phone to order a ride.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Satoru spoke for you: “They think we spend the imaginary free time we don’t have fucking bitches together.”

“Satoru!” you and Suguru both snapped.

“Oh, whatever. Ladies. Women. People. Sorry,” he added the last word quietly.

Suguru’s angry look at Satoru changed into a quizzical one toward you. “You thought last week was something typical for us?”

You nodded, feeling a little silly about it all now. “You just both seemed like naturals, like you’d done that together dozens of times. I was certain,” you emphasized, “that I was just another night for you.”

“But we told you that we love you,” Suguru’s statement felt like a question.

The taxi arrived and the three of you squeezed into the back, with you in the middle as always. “You did no such thing!” you countered.

The way the men alternated how and when and where they touched you was beginning to feel like an impressive dance. When you were standing outside, Satoru held your hand and Suguru your waist, but sitting now in the cab, Satoru’s arm was around your shoulders and Suguru’s hand rested comfortably on your leg, close to your knee.

“Uh, we definitely told you we’re in love with you,” Satoru said, seeming to look out the window through his sunglasses, though you could never be certain when it came to what he could or could not see.

“You did not!” you countered again. “You said some shit about feelings and boundaries and our friendship and blah, blah, how I was important to you or whatever,” you tried to summarize from your memory.

“And none of that sounded like a confession to you?” Suguru chuckled, actually facepalming when he did.

“Two fucking confessions,” Satoru clarified. “So you thought we were some secret Casanovas who fucked women together for funsies, somehow preferring that to, oh, I don’t know, just having sex with them on our own? And in your pretty little head you imagined we, what, were like hey let’s take our best friend who we like to be around most in the fucking world and who we would literally die for and let’s fuck them together because that’s normal and won’t be weird at all for any of us?”

You narrowed your eyes at Satoru but you couldn’t feel offended by his mockery because he was right, that was almost exactly what you thought was going on. You looked from him to Suguru, who was smiling as if to reassure you.

“That’s definitely not what happened,” Suguru chuckled again and gave you a kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know how you could even think that.”

“Okay, so what happened?” You crossed your arms and scrunched your nose, hoping this would make you look cute and would take away from how clearly mistaken you had been about the previous week.

“We spend enough time together, we started noticing things,” Satoru said, seeming a little irked.

“We realized that we both were developing stronger feelings—um, I mean, were falling in love with you, to be clear—and we talked about the option of just asking you out together.”

“We were going to do it that night,” Satoru added, and you couldn’t tell if he was feeling grumpy or just embarrassed by the nature of the conversation.

“We figured the chance of you wanting to be with both of us was high since you’ve made comments about polyamory before,” Suguru explained.

“But-” you looked at Suguru while speaking, as always surprised by how it hurt your neck to look up at either man, “did I do something to make you think I had feelings for either of you? I hadn’t-”

“You obviously wanted me,” Satoru said. “You’ve been undressing me with your eyes for months,” his statement sounded like it should have come with a playful tone, but he was still looking away and sounding stern.

Your face felt hot and your stomach flipped. He knew? He’d known? The whole time?

“And you compliment us a lot,” Suguru added. “You’re always celebrating our achievements a little bit harder than everyone else. You’re often telling us when we look handsome or cute or pretty or sexy. You’ve described us using every possible word,” he chuckled. “You bring up other women to us a lot. I mean, almost alarmingly so, like you’re testing to see if we like anyone. And sometimes when I’d accidentally touch you, you would hold your breath, and it felt almost like you were scared to move for fear I’d stop touching you.”

Your face was on fire now. You covered it with both hands and leaned forward. Had you been that fucking obvious? You felt mortified.

“Hey, it’s cool, we’re together now,” Satoru rubbed his hand on your back gently. “No need to feel embarrassed, it all worked out.” He sounded a little warmer now. Maybe your embarrassment was canceling out his.

Suguru was still chuckling, and you felt mostly relieved by it.

You spoke back through the muffling of your hands: “okay, okay, so you realized I probably- have strong feelings,” you mocked, “for you back, and then what? How did that become a three-way kiss and a disastrous attempt at a threesome?”

You could hear them both shifting and assumed they were both looking at you now.

“Are you serious?” Satoru asked.

“You don’t remember?” Suguru sounded sad.

Oh no, what were you not remembering?

You looked up, first at Suguru, then at Satoru. The taxi arrived and you felt relieved by the focus shifting to stepping out of the cab. You looked down at the ground and let Suguru lead you toward his place by holding your hand. Satoru walked behind y’all, his hands in his pockets.

“The kiss was on me,” Suguru said while you walked up a set of stairs. “The wine emboldened me and knowing we were going to tell you excited me so much, I struggled to keep my body off of yours.”

You were relieved to remember that part correctly. Both of them had snuggled up to you in the booth of the restaurant, but Suguru’s lips kept grazing against your skin until you finally felt him kiss your neck, and that started the chain of kissing events.

“You fell asleep on the cab ride so we brought you to Geto’s instead of taking you home,” Satoru admitted while the three of you stepped into the apartment and took off your shoes in the entryway.

“We put you on the bed in the guest room, like always when you sleep over, but this time you told us you were cold,” Suguru walked over to his kitchen and you could hear him getting glasses from a cabinet.

“So I put a blanket on you and Geto went to turn up the heat,” Satoru was looking away from you still, but the faint blush in his cheeks reassured you that he might not be as angry with you as he sounded.

“And when I came back, you were pulling Gojo onto the bed,” Suguru said loudly from the kitchen.

“And you reached out for Geto to join us.”

Your eyes were alternating from opening widely, to bouncing around, as you searched your brain for these intoxicated memories. You covered your mouth instinctively, and while you couldn’t find what you were seeking, you believed every word they were saying.

“So you pulled us both into bed with you,” Satoru said, and you couldn’t understand his tone. His emphases were strange, as if he was waiting for you to add to his sentence.

The two of you walked into Suguru’s living room. You allowed Satoru to sit down on the couch first, and stood waiting for Suguru to return. “What are you doing? Sit down,” Satoru told you.

“You sound really mad at me!” you said to him, trying not to raise your voice.

“I’m not mad at you. It’s fine, just sit right here next to me like you always do,” he told you. “Ugh, unless that’s too fucking dominant for you? I’m trying to be reassuring, not boss you around.” He actually groaned as he said this!

You smiled and sat next to him, tucking your legs underneath yourself and asked, “may I hug you?”

His eyebrow twitched again and he nodded.

You leaned in immediately, embracing him around his waist, pulling him closer and pushing yourself into him. If he was your, ugh, boyfriend now, that meant you could hug him more often! You were temporarily relieved of your embarrassment realizing this. You felt him rest a hand on the small of your back, which you interpreted to mean he was welcoming or reciprocating your hug. You kissed his cheek quickly, pressing just a little peck on it.

“Satoru and you have that in common, you usually sound mad when you’re feeling vulnerable,” Suguru said, placing sake cups on the table, then warm sake in a ceramic bottle, and adding some bottles of water to the table as well. He made a few trips into the kitchen, also bringing some snacks, forever the charming host.

Both Satoru and you did not acknowledge Suguru’s analysis, and probably for the similar thoughts of how dare he know you so well and call you out on it like that?

“Okay, so what happened next? I pulled y’all onto the bed and what, asked you both to fuck me?” your question wasn’t serious, and you hoped that was clear in your delivery.

“Kind of,” Satoru smirked and tried to cover it with his hand. That was bad. Satoru didn’t typically shy away from an I-told-you-so or an I’m-clearly-right-and-you’re-so-very-wrong.

Oh no, you worried.

Suguru finally sat down on the other side of you and pulled you toward himself, causing you to fall backwards into his arms and against his chest, your legs now draped across Satoru’s lap.

“You started taking off your clothes,” Suguru said, allowing himself to demonstrate this act with his hands. The shirt you were wearing today was plain, but the shirt you wore last week was a button-down. Suguru moved his hands slowly from your neck, over and between your breasts, and down your stomach. “You unbuttoned- every- little- button, oh and you were so sexy doing it, too, your face all flushed, your big wet eyes looking at us. I thought I’d died and reached paradise,” he laced his hands together at the very bottom of your stomach, the tips of his pinkies at the top of your pubic bone.

“When you were done taking off your shirt and your skirt, you told us to undress,” Satoru’s hand was caressing your legs, first at your calf, then the outside of your thigh, and then slowly, teasingly, it found its way between your legs where he appreciated your chubby soft skin and fondled your inner thighs intensely, his nostrils flaring as he did.

“I did no such thing,” you looked from Satoru up at Suguru behind you, pleading for him to change the past for you.

“I’m afraid you did, darling,” Suguru kissed the top of your head and allowed himself to breathe in the smell of you.

Your hips were moving ever so slightly, as you were becoming aroused by listening to their recollections. You hoped they would think you were just repositioning yourself, when in reality you were trying your best not to squirm.

“I remember the two of you being naked,” you admitted. “And I remember-” you paused, the image of their nudity ingrained so clearly in your mind you wondered if your brain erased every other part of the night except for that one for a reason. “I remember the thing Satoru said that I hated,” you admitted.

Satoru leaned over to put his face against your stomach, his hand still groping your thigh, his breathing changing significantly.

Suguru moved one hand down to the front of your underwear, just at your pelvis, and used the other to move your hair away from your neck so he could begin to kiss you there.

Your hips moved more now, betraying you and your want for these two men.

Suguru’s hand slowly, very gently, started to move even lower. He made a sound as if in question, but you were frozen in anticipation. “Darling, may I?” he whispered into your ear and the sensation of his breath made your body release an involuntary moan. You swallowed and nodded.

“May he what?” Satoru lifted his head from your stomach and when he did, he seemed to be watching Suguru’s hand sliding down your skirt and pressing the fabric against your cunt, as if trying to bury it inside of you. “Oh shit. Me too? With the consent shit?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable asking for your permission, but doing his best for you.

He wasn’t looking at you so you croaked out a “yes.” You wished your body asked you for consent so you could deny it, but it didn’t seem like your hips gave a fuck about what you thought at all. They moved to help press Suguru harder against you, your back arching as well.

Satoru ignored the skirt entirely, moving his hand under it. He slid his hand under Suguru’s and moved aside your underwear, immediately shoving three of his fingers into your tight wet pussy.

Suguru then lifted your skirt and slid his hand into your underwear as well, searching for your clit. When he found it, you let out a yelp, which made him touch it more lightly. He caressed your clit gently and in the intoxication you felt from their two beings, you could have sworn he almost did it lovingly, though how could you possibly tell?

“Satoru-” you gasped out as he fucked you roughly and quickly with his three thick fingers.

“Sssh,” he responded.

“Hey, slow down,” Suguru helped you. “Right, baby? Is that what you want, for him to go slower? Or gentler?”

Satoru seemed to be listening because he did both, he slowed down his speed and didn’t shove his fingers in as deeply now. The sudden change in behavior caused your cunt to contract wildly around his fingers, bringing you very close to orgasm.”

“Fuck, babe, tell me how to make you come,” Satoru lifted your shirt with his teeth and pressed his face into your naked stomach. You could feel him panting excitedly against you.

“G-go a little deeper,” you instructed. “You can be rough, but keep it slow.”

Satoru did exactly as you wanted.

Meanwhile Suguru rested his hand on your clit gently, just leaving it there. You didn’t know how he knew to do that, but assumed he read it in your physical reactions somehow. He was so good at studying everyone, and this clearly extended to you. He used his free hand to turn your head as much toward him as it could go, pressed his lips to yours, and shoved his tongue inside your mouth.

Overcome with the feeling of being penetrated in two holes at once, you moaned loudly against Suguru’s mouth while you came on Satoru’s hand. The intensity of the orgasm changed your moans into whimpers near the end. You tapped on each of their bodies, wherever you could touch quickly, you didn’t even know, and asked them to stop.

“We’re going to need a safe word,” Satoru said with a satisfied grin, seeming to look up at you.

You felt Suguru release a string of long exhales, as if to calm himself down. “What do you want for aftercare?” he asked when he could.

“Aftercare?” Satoru sounded almost whiny. “We’re not done yet!”

Suguru and you both looked at him and you imagined shared the same facial expression of furrowed brows, narrowed eyes, and frowns.

Satoru groaned loudly and got off from you, sitting up in his spot and enjoying the scent and taste of you on his hand. He licked your wetness from himself with a passion so vulnerable you could not believe his comfort. You had to be really fucking amazing to have that much confidence licking jizz off of your hand like it was liquid candy.

“I’m okay,” you finally answered Suguru’s question. “Or, I don’t know if I need anything yet. That was- fantastic. I’m a little bit in shock, I think.”

“Good job, metamor,” Suguru said to Satoru.

“Metawhat?” Satoru sighed, seeming to finally relax.

“It’s what you call the other partner of your partner,” Suguru explained, helping you up from the couch and leading you to the bathroom so you didn’t get the rest of your come on his couch. What a grown up, you thought appreciatively and mockingly all at once.

“Alright then, thanks for the help, metamor,” Satoru replied with a bit of attitude on the last word.

In the bathroom, Suguru undressed you as if he’d done it a hundred times, and then turned on his shower for you, waiting for the water to become warm. He then undressed himself, smiling at you all the while, and letting his eyes take in the sight of your naked body in the light. “Come on,” he said, stepping into his shower and leading you in after him. Exhausted by your love and lust, your mind felt like it went on vacation, so you followed him in as if you’d never showered before in your life.

“Hey, what the fuck,” Satoru popped in, and before you could even process his exclamation, he was already naked and stepping to join y’all in the conveniently large enough shower. Unlike on the couch, this time you and Suguru faced each other, while Satoru stood behind you.

Suguru kept his eyes on yours while he slid one hand down to your cunt, seeking permission with his gaze. You nodded, starting to feel like you were in a dream. The steam of the shower added ambiance. Suguru, under the guise of helping you wash up, explored your vulva, your labia, your clit, and the outside of your hole, his fingers taking note of every bit of you as if they could create an image of your cunt for him in his mind. After Satoru’s quick and rough motions, Suguru’s tender study felt as soothing as a massage.

Satoru wrapped his arms around you, one of them crossed over your chest and the other around your belly. He pressed his body against yours and you could feel his cock slide between your butt cheeks and then down between your legs, where you imagined it met Suguru’s hand. Suguru’s facial expression changed immediately from full of desire to what may not have been surprise but maybe curiosity? You felt Satoru’s body stiffen against you, and he hid his face between your shoulder and neck. You could feel his breathing change. You felt him nod and wondered why he had. Then Suguru shifted his hand to allow Satoru’s cock to rest between the folds of your cunt, the tip of it pressing lightly against your clit, and he started to stroke Satoru’s cock against you.

Satoru’s hands squeezed your body as if he was using you to brace himself. He had been so confident with you, but it seemed like in Suguru’s hand Satoru didn’t know how to behave, so he did little to nothing.

You reached out a hand behind you to pet his head and you turned your head, nuzzling into his. “Breathe, honey,” you told him. “It’ll feel so much better if you breathe.”

Satoru took one quivering breath and then you could feel him start to settle his breathing into a groove, taking fuller inhales and exhales.

Suguru worked Satoru’s cock skillfully, causing the other man to sometimes shudder and sometimes moan. Geto stepped closer to you and rested his head on your other shoulder. You focused on the sensations of their naked bodies, of Satoru’s cock, of Suguru’s hand, and you basked in this strange and delightful encounter.

When Satoru came, he shifted a bit, his come landing on Suguru’s thigh. You noticed this only because Suguru moved away suddenly, looking down to witness it, and your eyes followed where his had gone. A stream of Satoru’s jizz was washed off from Suguru’s thigh as quickly as it arrived.

You returned to focusing on petting his head. You so badly wanted to call him a good boy, but this moment couldn’t be about you. You thought about what he might like to hear. “You are so sexy,” you told him. “I love your mouth and your fingers and your cock already,” you soothed Satoru while watching Suguru coming back out of his own trance.

“And you,” you told Suguru. “You are magnificent. We don’t make sense without you. And I love your entire body too. I don’t know how you managed to fuck me twice today without even penetrating my cunt, but you fucking did it.”

Suguru kissed you happily and turned around to actually shower now, in response to which Satoru was able to lift his head from your shoulder and shower, as well.

When you were all finished and wrapped up in towels, you didn’t even bother getting dressed. You sat together as if at a sauna. Satoru ordered food. Suguru picked out a movie. You settled between them, grinning madly, not able to believe your lot in life. Looking forward to the many different other ways you’d make love to these men again. Tonight.