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skelly-words · 9 months ago

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Stuck on a Desert Island (Bring Your Tentacle To Work Pt. 4)

idk why my brain's been so empty lately this took me a year, anyway... this is for u bae @ellieangelbee (also an ask that i accidentally deleted but it was prob you too)

this is so weird and random, but i wrote it with my whole heart

tags/warning- monster fucking, non-con, aphrodisiacs, feat. random coworker (f/f), it's algae/slime stuff, idk i'm being creative

wc- 1.5k

You've been hiking for hours, trudging behind your coworker through the beachy forest. The two of you walk along a postcard coastline somewhere in the Virgin Islands.

You knew it was gonna be an 'adventure.' That's what your boss, Amelia, had called it when pitching the idea to you two. 'The adventure of a lifetime.' Experimenting with alien life was difficult and risky, but if you managed to find a useful botanical specimen... For now, you can only dream of the cushy office and generous 401k plan.

So you're hiking in 90 degree weather and humidity that makes it feel like you're drowning on dry land. Your shorts stick and chafe against your inner thighs. Every few steps you're stretching the spandex back down only for it to bunch up again. Your coworker walks a few paces ahead. A line of sweat drags down the back of her tank top as she flips through a book to identify native flora.

It's nearly sunset when you stumble upon something new. A couple moonpools reflect the golden sky. Luminescent algae grows out from the pools, covering the entire rock interior of the cool cave. Near the pools, the glowing green algae is most dense, thinning to a sparse lawn of polyps at the edges of the organism.

"What is it?"

You watch her set her satchel down. She pulls out a few containers to gather samples. You quickly kneel near in the mouth of the cave to help her. The ocean is at your backs and the open maw ahead is lined with the blue-green glow of algae.

"I dunno. We're just surveying the area. This is..." She trails off and drops the specimen jar. "Does something smell to you?"

You both take a deep inhale and shuffle forward toward the fragrant pools. The algae is slippery and you have to crawl on hands and knees. The goo coats your skin, getting everywhere, making your clothes cling uncomfortably. And there's still that funny smell. It gets more distinct the closer you are to the pools, but stays light on the air. When you sit by the edge of the moonpool, you can almost taste it. Cacao butter, Brazil nuts, toasted coconut. Your coworker catches your shoulder before you can lean in.

"Wait. We don't know what it is, right?" She sounds far away even though her breath bats against the back of your ear. "Lemme try first."

You watch her dip a hand into the pool. First up to her wrist, then elbow, and finally reaching down and pulling up a handful of the sandy bottom. It drips from her hand, making waves of light ripple through the algae wherever it lands. It looks beautiful, almost hypnotizing.

"Wow," you mumble as the water trickles from her fingers.

Your hand dips into the water next. Dribbles run from your fingertips at first, handprints on the ground as your crawl around the edge of the pool. It's even more humid in the cave and the temperature rises as the setting sun centers itself in the opening.

You take another deep breath, trying to shake the fogginess, finally being hit by the exhaustion of the hike. The air is so thick with that scent of sweet oil. You lean down and splash water over your face, letting it run down your neck and chest. Your nipples perk up under your tank top as the icy water hits you.

"Let's just..." You trail off, almost forgetting what you meant to say. "Let's just get samples and..."

You look toward your coworker, trying to remember her name, what company you work for, the point of collecting samples. The shorts you're wearing need to come off. They're so itchy. All of your clothes makes your skin crawl, and your companion feels the same way as the layers start to peel away. The space between you narrows with the shifting floor. The spongy floor dips slightly and you slide together into the divot.

The slime coming off the algae gathers at the bottom and along the sides so every movement inches you closer. Your ass hits the floor with a splash and the liquid coats you thickly, tingling on your bare skin. You want to cry out in disgust and tell your friend to get it off, but you still can't remember what to call her or what the hell the two of you are doing. Plus, she's also covered in the stuff, more and more so as she tries to drag herself out of the small pit in the algae.

"We're stuck." She comes to rest against you at the bottom. Her legs tangle up with yours, scrunched into a pretzel in front of you. Her butt sticks up like she's trying to show you the mess of slick she's collected between her legs. You can tell the viscous blue slime from the needy stuff dribbling out of her pussy. Your fingers drag through her slit. It’s so wet. Strings of slick stick to your fingers as she jerks away.

"Where are we?" She asks, flipping to face you.

"Um, who are we?" Your hand drifts up to your mouth and you taste you dirty digits.

"We, uh- well, I- I'm..." The other girl opens her legs to slide closer to you and the walls grow around you. Her arms wrap you into a hug and a leg slips over your hips to pull your bodies flush.

The touch makes you feel complete, so soothed and comforted. Tendrils begin to sprout, thin and wiry and wrapping around you. They twist together, one over the other, into vines that snake over your body. Your wet cunt presses against hers when the appendages yank your legs apart. The puddle of goo squishes when you shift and grind together, humping against each other as the aphrodisiac in the slime makes your clit pulse harder.

She groans, trying to lift herself off the bottom of the pit as the floor swells. Peaks begin to rise out of the gummy algae to bump at your holes. Her efforts to get up force you to sit back harder on the lumps. They stretch and stiffen in your pussy. Both of them worm their way up to your cervix before swelling up to full size.

You can hardly take being spread this wide. Your friend rubs her engorged clit against yours. She grinds on the tentacles stuffing you full and makes them press deeper. The bumpy texture distracts her from the tendrils shoving into her until they start to expand. One pushes into her tight pussy and the other fucks her ass open. She takes it so well, latching onto your nipple to muffle her moans.

"I'm c-cu-" Your hips buck up involuntarily as you cum as you grasp blindly at the slippery walls. Your cunny is too full, clenching weakly around the two limbs. One of them jumps inside you, twitching and vibrating. A load of thick cum empties out of it as the tendril shrinks back to its original size.

The glowing goo coats your folds as she drags her puffy mound up and down. She tries to talk around your tit, "I'm so- g-gonna"

More of the thin sprouts work their way inside your puckered ass and spent cunt. Her hand reaches down, spreading her glistening lips apart. She pinches her clit between two fingers as you jump against her. The excited tentacles swell and burst inside you. Your eyes roll back, hips lifting helplessly into the air to meet her carefully guided rhythm.

Her teeth catch on your nipple as she talks. "They're kissing. I'm making them kiss." She goes back to sucking on the hard bud and using her free hand on the other one. She mewls at the sight of your cute clits sliding together. Yours throbs and pulses as she picks up speed. The thick bed of tentacles between you makes it impossible to push your bodies together and she humps you harder, making sure her sloppy cunt presses to yours as she squirts. You moan while her lips drool around you, spurts cum on you, only adding to the shallow pool surrounding your tangled bodies.

The pulse on your clit makes you spill over the edge. A milky ring of cream forms around the vines of algae stuffed inside you. It mixes to a blue cream as you ride them, smearing the juices together.

Your friend has a swell in her stomach. You watch it change as the appendages empty and fill inside of her. There must be at least a dozen in you. If you could see over where she's playing with you, you'd see a matching bulge in your tummy. They feel especially good when they buzz, right before implanting that thick seed.

Her pussy twitches and cums again, this time releasing only a small dribble of piss. It mixes into the slick dripping down your thighs. The puddle just gets deeper. You slosh in it to grind your slutty cunts together because you can't help it. You need more, another release. The spongy tentacles take their turns keeping you full. They’ve made you into a perfect toy, just like your friend. Both of you take at least ten in each gaping hole. And that should be enough. But your hands can’t stay off each other. You pinch and toy with her pink nipples while she massages your cunt. She knows exactly how to make you squirt now, after spending so much time with her hand between your legs. And it's never too much. Every time the overstimulation starts to hurt or your but feels sore, one of the vines jumps and ejaculates. The soothing jelly fixes it up and you're back to being fucked brainless.

You have no idea how you got here, but why would you leave?

A/N- I think this is a fitting close to this series. tysm for 700. maybe vore bc they might've been digested, idk.

#skel writes tentacles #?#is this still tentacles?#monster fucker #monster smut #terato #teratophillia #tentacle smut #tentacular #nsft tentacles #tentacles

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midnighteroticasworld · 4 days ago

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Gift Wrapped in Pink

I kept my legs spread, myself open as he walked in cause that's how he likes being invited back after a long day at work. I had spent the day cleaning myself, washing my hair, conditioning it till it falls soft in my fingers like they would when he grips them hard later on. I had oiled every inch myself with virgin coconut oil with a few drips of tea rose, fresh and feminine cause he likes to know that I am his soft little plaything that, the femme boy of his desires, the balance to his masculine presence that gets his dick hard. I am wearing nothing but a pair of pink lace shorts, a lingerie for 'men' box said. It should say 'lingerie for fags' cause that is how I feel right now. My cock is hard and pressing against the pink cloth, I know I am leaking precum. I need him inside me so much right but most of all I need to see his face looking down at me, his lust, his desire, his pride, the affirmation of his masculinity, power as he takes me, invites himself into me and fill me up.

The door creaks. I know he is here. He was off works and went to the gym, I know is both pumped and tired, but his hormones everywhere, feral. When he mounts me i know I am playing with a beast, untamed, erratic, thrusting into me only to chase what's his, a release. When he stands there now, looking down at me, i smile, I open my legs a little more open, I whine as I press my hard twink cock under the pink cloth. I hope he thinks me cute and pathetic and I can tell he does. He smiles at me before leans in a kiss on my chest and his fingers grasp my hip and he thrusts his covered dick against mine and I whimper. "Good boy," he says and I hear his belt and pants drop.

#gay #gay smut indie #gay story #gay bulge #smut #gay butt #mxm #gay couple

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bunnyanqel · 7 months ago

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Like A Virgin (1)

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Summary: Eddie's almost fifty and, unfortunately, still a virgin. His options have dwindled, his chances missed, so he relies on one last option—an escort. But what starts off as a simple ‘get it over with and done’ kind of thing derails into the most mind-blowing and soul-connecting night of his life.

Conent: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, dirty talk, smut, shameless smut, loss of virginity, first kiss, first times, oral sex, cunnilingus, hand jobs, come as lube, come swallowing, praise kink, dacryphilia, crying, virgin eddie munson, escort services, older man/younger woman, gentle female dominant, enthusiastic consent, safe sex, brief mentions of child abuse, brief mentions of bullying, big dick eddie munson, overstimulation, touch-starvation, submissive eddie munson

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Eddie was a virgin.

Which wouldn’t have been that surprising—or embarrassing—if it wasn’t for the fact he was forty-eight, almost forty-nine. At twenty, it hadn’t seemed like a big deal, but at forty-eight? His tune changed.

A desire to not die a virgin—because that was his path, if it kept up—was what propelled him to make an appointment and led him to this crummy motel off of a desolate stretch of highway thirty minutes outside Hawkins, where no one knew him and he knew no one.

As he sat, his thoughts drifted to how he ended up in this situation. All of his life, he’d been labelled a freak, branded a failure from the minute he was born, so he’d simply become that. Become the failure devil-worshiping freak everyone thought he was. He hadn’t realized that, even after he’d managed to graduate by the skin of his teeth, the label would make it impossible to form any lasting connections, let alone get close enough to a woman to lose his virginity.

So here he was, sitting in a crappy motel room, waiting for the escort to show up, feeling like a pathetic loser. But he was at the end of his rope, desperate. Any attempts at dating had been sour in his younger years, and now that he was older, any excitement had shriveled in the face of overwhelming mortification.

Fucking forty-eight and still haven’t been kissed even, he chastised himself, even though he knew theoretically there was nothing with it. Everyone had their own pace for mile stones, and who cared if his were about twenty years late? Him apparently. A lot.

Three strong knocks on the door had him rising, had him crossing the scant space and easing the door open slowly. Trepidation pounded through his head at the glimpse of a young woman standing there, pretty, rich ebony skin and a curly pixie-cut.

“Eddie?” she said slowly, her Southern accent thick. She sounded like she was straight out of a cowboy movie with the strength of her twang. “Eddie Munson?”

He steeled himself, gathered every single ounce of courage, and pulled the door open wide. His breath caught in his throat at the woman in front of him—curvaceous, tits almost nonexistent, with an array of freckles or moles dotting her cherubic face, and the largest soft-brown eyes he’d ever seen.

When he imagined an escort, he’d thought of movie models in teeny-tiny scraps of dresses and sky-high heels, sultry eyes and big red lips. Instead this woman was wearing yoga pants and an over-sized ISU T-shirt underneath an equally baggy unzipped hoodie. She looked…normal, like a neighbor, the cute girl-next-door.

And entirely, ridiculously fuckable.

“I’m Savannah. Can I come in, sweetheart?” Her voice was pure molasses, washing over him like a decadent caramel, and he backed up to let her in scrabbling. Without missing a beat, she briskly walked in, and he caught a whiff of coconut oil, cocoa butter lotion. Sweet, like a damned dessert he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He hesitantly closed the door behind her and stayed in his corner, just watching her with undoubtedly rounded eyes. Taking in the swell of her hip, the way her yoga pants molded to the bouncy ass that jiggled as she walked.

“You seem nervous, sweetheart. This your first time?”

It took entirely too long to realize she was talking to him and even longer to reply, to unseal his dry lips with his tongue and ignore the pang of arousal that cut through him when her gaze dipped to his mouth.

“Uh-huh,” he managed to croak.

She set her small purse down and pulled her hoodie off, her back muscles shifting beneath her T-shirt. The edges of a tattoo peeked out of the collar of her shirt, teasing.

After a minute, she turned to him. “You seem…awful nervous.” A pause. “Even for a first timer,” she added as her keen, sharp eyes scanned him, an assessing look that made his cock throb and gut tighten.

“I’m gonna ask you a question, m’kay?” Before he could reply or lie, she pressed on in that calm, self-assured manner of hers. “Are you a virgin, Eddie?”

Heat suffused his face, burned the back of his neck, as he stood in his little corner, heart pounding in his ribcage like it was trying to escape. He hunched his shoulders, trying to shrink back, wondering if it was obvious in his demeanor.

She cocked her head and stared back at him, those keenness softening to something remarkably close to compassion. “S’okay if you are, sweetheart.” Her approach was slow as though he was a wounded animal that might bolt at any minute.

Which was fair, since he was contemplating running out the door and forgetting this entire interaction with a bottle of tequila.

His throat tightened. “H-how’d…I mean, if I was, which isn’t saying I am—how can you tell?” he asked quietly, watching as she came closer and closer still, until the tips of their shoes touched. His heart was sledgehammering in his chest, blood pounding and roaring in his ears as she closed that tiny fraction of distance between them.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been doing this long ’nough to sniff it out.”

“Fucking bloodhound,” he muttered before he could think better of it and stilled, unsure if she’d take it as an insult. His stomach tightened at the idea of offending her and running her off, and he felt slightly sick.

She tipped her head back and let out a loud cackle. “Why don’t you tell me a little more about yourself, Mr. Munson?”

Mr. Munson conjured images of Wayne, and he shuddered at the idea of being mistaken for him. Especially right now.

Without looking at her, he said, “Eddie’s fine.”

“Okay, Eddie, tell me why you hired me tonight.” Savannah plopped down on the bed with complete ease, legs splayed, and the movement bounced her tiny tits, drawing his eye to the way her puffy, hard nipples poked through the fabric.

He couldn’t stop staring.

She wasn’t—she wasn’t wearing a bra. Underneath that over-sized T-shirt were her bare tits, which left him wondering if she was even wearing panties. Was she naked beneath those yoga pants? The idea was heady and heated his blood like a shot of straight tequila.

“Eddie,” she purred in a low, rasp of a voice, smoky, “my eyes are up here. You can see them and even touch them tonight if you tell me why you ordered me tonight.” She shifted, jiggling, and it was a reflex to reach out and squeeze his cock, to adjust himself, but her expression turned hungry. The brown of her eyes had turned dark, her pupils eclipsing the color almost entirely.

“I…uh,” he croaked when he tore his eyes away from her breasts—her bare breasts, his mind reminded him in big neon signage—to look into her face. Between the big eyes framed by thickets of black eyelashes, the crooked button nose with the piercing, and her big, pouty lips, she looked like a wet dream.

And she wanted to hear about why he’d ordered her.

Shit.

He dampened his lips and tried hard to ignore the thrum of rushing, aroused blood in his ears. “I was—uh, how do I put this?”

It had been difficult enough living through his isolated teen years, even more difficult to say it out loud. To put all of his shortcomings to voice.

“I…was a freak,” he admitted quietly. Still am, he wanted to add but refrained. “I was a loser and a freak and—and a failure, or so everyone told me the minute I was old enough to understand words. So I became the freak, the loser, the failure because what else could I do? By the time I realized I was so much more…” He laughed dryly, the sound scraping his throat raw on the way out. His sinuses stung unexpectedly and heat bloomed behind his eyes. “…It was too late.”

“Too late?” Savannah prompted softly, her voice low. Her eyes glittered in the lamplight, sympathetic and soft, and it was a punch to the sternum.

“Too late for any woman to want me. When you grow up building an armor, sometimes you become the armor, and by the time you realize it…” He swallowed back the rest of his words and offered a careless shrug, forcing indifference. Heat filled his cheeks, crept along the back of his neck, squeezed his throat in a vice-grip. The familiar chill of defeat twisted inside of him, making a home alongside the embarrassment and longing.

Pathetic. He was pathetic. Forty-eight years old and still wailing about being a virgin, about the way he was treated—

“Thank you for sharing that with me.” She slid off the bed with ease, walking closer like a specter, her movement slow and effortless. Like she was comfortable in her skin. “For what it’s worth, I think it’s their loss. Those women who turned you down.”

He clenched his jaw against the unwelcome curiosity, the fragile hope that perked its head up at her soft words. “Why?”

She was in front of him, so close he could feel the heat of her skin, and she tilted her head back so he could meet her eyes. Those dark, glittering eyes that were shining with a mixture of compassion and understanding and feral hunger. “Because when I look at you, I see a kind man who had a hard start in life and had to protect himself. I see a man who wants to take his own sexuality into his hands and that’s downright sexy.”

He didn’t reply. Couldn’t. There were no words in his mind as he stared down at her. What could one say in this scenario anyone? Thank you for finding my forty-eight-year-old ass being a virgin sexy?

“So I know you’re a virgin, but what’s the farthest you’ve gone?” she asked as she slowly, oh so slowly, painstakingly slowly, rested a hand on his chest. Just her fingertips, barely a touch, but it was enough to send his blood racing like she’d grabbed his dick.

Heat filled his face, burning-hot, as he stared at her fingers right above his nipple, feeling the pounding of his racing heart no doubt. Her long nails were painted black and the lacquer was chipped in a few places, and he could see the natural nail beneath. Those nails looked like they’d be heaven scratching at his back or maybe running over his scalp.

“Eddie-baby.” Her knee knocked his, nudged his leg away so she could slot her thigh between his. The heat through her yoga pants was heavenly, and more heavenly was the pressure against his filled, throbbing cock. His breath stuttered in his throat as she pressed him for information, her voice husky and firm. “Need you with me. Tell me: have you kissed anyone before?”

He seriously contemplated just not answering but realized quickly there was no point in being coy about his experience—or lack there of.

Letting his head fall back against the wall and ignoring the quick sharp stab of pain, he reluctantly replied, “No.”

“Have you done anything?”

From anyone else, it would’ve sounded incredulous, maybe even mocking depending on who was saying it, but she sounded only curious.

When he peeked at her, her expression was calm, impassive, save for those shining, near-black eyes, filled with warmth and a softness he didn’t think he’d ever had directed at him.

“I…” he rasped, his voice thick and slow, tongue heavy in his mouth, “…haven’t.” A heartbeat, his tongue wetting his dry lips. “At all. Nothing.”

Savannah didn’t reply for a long time, simply stood there with him, her hand still covering his heart, her face angled down.

“You poor thing,” she murmured finally, her words soft, striking a chord somewhere in the pit of his tense, churning belly. Her voice was low and seductive, weakening his knees just enough that he had to lean against the wall to stay upright. “Poor baby hasn’t even been kissed.”

Suddenly, she was against him, her breasts mashed to his chest, her fingers finding the neckline of his T-shirt. Suddenly, she was on her tip toes, reaching for him, her eyes hungry and bedroom-y. Suddenly, she was all he could feel and smell, that intoxicating aroma of hers clouding his air supply.

“Can I kiss you, Eddie-baby? Want me to be your first kiss?” she whispered gently, cajoling, and he fucking whimpered as his cock throbbed painfully at her words, at her sultry tone, the invitation.

“P-please,” he rasped, uncaring of how pathetic and needy and wet he sounded, “please, k-kiss me. I want it. Need it.”

And so she did.

#bunny's writing #bunny writes #my writing #eddie munson smut

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acupofselfcontrol · 20 days ago

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I think I'll make popcorn a once a week treat

my recipe is

pop 1/4-1/3 cups of kernels

1-2tbsp virgin coconut oil

some salt and pepper popcorn seasoning

crush 2 sheets of (non-salted) nori over the popcorn and shake it all up

it's SO GOOD but the flavouring is super high in sodium and it makes my face bloated (or at least I feel that my face is bloated when I have it)

#m3alsp0 #@n@ meal #@n@ diet #tw ana mia #tw ed ana #tw ana bløg #low cal meal #4n4blr #4n@diary

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prettyboybecomes · 6 months ago

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🥀Self Exorcism🥀 First

Sneakers on, headphones grabbed, water bottle filled with whatever refreshes you most. We are going on a walk my friend. It can be anywhere from 10 minutes to 45, but you need to quite literally touch grass. Photosynthesize. Be one with the wind or whatever you want, but get outside.

Then, with your tennis shoes still on (Pro tip for adhders, shoes on means brain in Go Mode), you’re going to set the mood. Hopefully this is taking place after school or work, or on a Saturday evening. Your first inside goal is to find the tea lights, the candles, the fairy lights, hell, even lamps will work. You’re going to turn off the big light, light your candles, and turn on the playlist of music that makes you feel like the most unashamed version of yourself.

Crack the window, strip the bed, and start a 20 minute tidy. During this tidy, i want you to practice gentle parenting yourself. Say things like “It’s okay to make big messes, we just have to clean them up” and “No one is angry at me, no one is mad, i haven’t disappointed anyone”. Whatever the child in you would most need to hear after being in a slump. (Pro Adhd tip: use a pile system while cleaning. Books in one pile, clothes in another, trash in another, etc.)

After all the piles are sorted and put away, shake out any rugs in your room and sweep. Nothing makes you feel as clean as a freshly swept room.

Finish up by wiping down your surfaces and cleaning mirrors. Make sure to dust any places that have been collecting for a while first.

Then

The used sheets go straight into the wash, and the new sheets, a towel, and your nicest pair of pajamas go into the dryer so that they’re warm and cozy for after your shower.

Take a break to grab a snack and a drink that will tie you over. Make sure to have something that nourishes your soul AND your body. (My personal favorite is a hot chocolate and a small fruit and veg platter. Odd pairing, i know, but for me it genuinely is about getting nutrients in after a depressive episode.)

Here’s where things get a little more personizeable. If you have long hair, or like me have short hair but are really into self care, this is when i want you to oil and massage your scalp. Doing this helps clear out any built up oil and debris on your scalp, and can help with hair growth if that’s your thing. You can use things like Coconut oil, or even Virgin olive oil depending on your hair type. Let that sit and soak in for about 25-45 minutes.

While that sits, i want you to open a journal or your notes app. You can either start a brain dump OR, if that’s difficult for you, then follow these three prompts: What is going on in my life? What isn’t going on in my life that should be? And what is going on in my life that shouldn’t be?

Then

Shower time, babes. whether it’s an everything shower or a relaxing one is up to you, but make sure you exfoliate and wash your hair. The goal here is to feel as clean and fresh as possible. I want you to feel reborn after this. Make sure to do your full skincare routine and brush your teeth really well.

After your shower you’re going to put your (still hopefully warm) favorite set of pajamas and nicest (but still comfy) underwear on. I want you to be as comfortable and confident as possible. I know they sound contradictory, but i promise it’s possible.

Then, we’re going to turn on a comfort movie, and do some self care. We covered the basics, food, water, touching grass, clean environment, and clean body, so it’s time for the more pampering things if you have the energy.

Do a face mask, under eye patches, maybe buff and paint your nails. Just pick one task that’s going to make you feel good.

Last

Make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time, preferably before 10:00 pm if your schedule allows for it. The best way to end your self care is to get the sleep you need.

#thoughts #mine #goals #hygiene #it girl #clean girl #girl blogging #boyblogging #hygiene routine #self care #self improvement

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1-800-local-slut · 2 years ago

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The Scientist Chapter 5

This one is really really long, I'm sorry. 😭 But this is the start of the end! I hope you guys have been enjoying this series and I hope you guys will send me request and keep reading my works. Thanks so much to everyone who read this series, ily sm. ♥️♥️♥️

Warnings: confessions, smut, fingering (f receiving), cursing, making out, Poe is an boob man, marking, reader is super horny tbh, virginity loss, unprotected sex, p in v smut, oral (f receiving), drinking, dirty talking, pain kink if you squint

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Shy!Black!Scientist!Fem!Reader

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“I like you.”

She jumped hearing her own voice, biting her bottom lip in nerves. She instantly darted her eyes away in shame but tried to put on a confident face. It wasn’t like she could take it back. She didn’t even realize she had said it in the first place but now it was out.

It was the next morning now, and the Scientist stood in her office facing Poe Dameron. And after a full night of fretting filled with nerves, she decided to just say it right when she got the chance. Now she was truly regretting her choices. Part of her was relieved, the other part terrified. Holy hell, what if he rejected her? No, no, he won’t. Her thoughts ran a mile a minute before Poe's eyes lit up and she was suddenly engulfed in a giant squeeze.

“Poe?!” She felt her feet leaving the solid ground as he swept her off her feet and chuckled. The sudden hug startled but thrilled her at the same time, her hair pressing into his cheek probably leaving coconut oil smeared on his face.

“I like you too!” Was all he said pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Her face broke out into a warm smile that Poe mirrored as he was now showering her smiling face with kisses. His brown eyes stared into hers with a soft passion that made both of their hearts jump. How was this man not only absolutely adorable, but the man so incredibly handsome? The mystery left the woman questioning herself before Poe went back to attacking her with kisses.

“Wait, wait, slow down that tickles!” He pressed more kisses down her neck and over the purple markings he left last night. She squealed as he swung her around and she tapped his arm, getting him to place her feet down on the floor. Taking her two smaller hands in his, he laughed giddily.

“I’m sorry. I just got excited. I really like you, and these past few months you really turned this punishment into something really exciting. You’re just incredible and I really do like you. I know I said it already but I just want to keep telling you.” He laughed like an angel and his Scientist glanced at her feet with a flustered grin, her red lips pressing together.

“I really like you too. I mean, you’re handsome and sweet and kind.” She tried her best not to mumble but she was so happy she just couldn’t help it. Then a comfortable silence swept over them once more and she stood there smiling like an idiot. He liked her! He liked her and even admitted it! So why did she still feel like she was forgetting to say something…something important. Suddenly Poe let go of her hands.

“Wait, wait here! I’ll be right back, I swear.” He then ran out of the office, nearly slamming into the metal door, leaving his Scientist standing there in confusion.

‘Where the hell could he be going?’

⭐⭐⭐

Poe never really had issues with women, but he never wanted one this badly. He never wanted someone by his side more. He sprinted out of her office, past Merca and Forian and down the hallway to a vending machine. He knew everything he needed to really make this perfect. See now, Poe had never been one for cheap simplicity. But in this case, it was all he needed. She had beaten him to confessing, but he wouldn’t let her get another drop on him.

Poe truly couldn’t believe it. The woman he was head over heels for just told him she liked him. He had nearly convinced himself last night was a wild dream, and now his day started with the woman of his dreams confessing to him. He felt giddy and a bit light headed but even if this all was some sort of dream he was going to make the best of it. He bought an iced tea, the same one he’d been getting her for months that always left a grateful smile on her face. He smiled as he picked it up, damn near skipping back to her office. Sometimes all that was needed to get a girlfriend was her favorite drink.

⭐⭐⭐

Poe had no idea how long it would take for him to get a new X-Wing, but he didn’t think it would take two months. When he got a hologram from Leia that his ‘punishment’ (if punishments got him a sexy girlfriend he’d take a million) was up, and that they had found a permanent P.A. for his Scientist, he jumped for joy. He ran into the lab from the cafeteria where he went to get her something to munch on. His scientist was pulling another long and late night all alone. Entering the lab, he crept up behind her. She was at her desk with large goggles strapped onto her face and her hair pushed back in a ponytail. She sat focused and looked at a small bug while holding a scalpel. Poe placed a large palm on her shoulder and her body stiffened before she turned her neck to face him. She slipped the magnifying glasses off over her head, a concerned look on her face.

“Poe? Is something wrong?” She asked, putting down her scalpel next to the petri dish. Her afro now gone, (to Poe’s slight dismay but she still looked stunning) replaced with a silky black wig that went down to her waist.

“Nope, but something’s right! You’re looking at Poe Dameron, Black Wing Pilot One, back to flying!” He proudly announced. He stood eagerly before her with a wide grin on his face. Slowly, she smiled that smile Poe adored before jumping out of her spinning chair and removing her gloves. She jumped into his arms, their bodies pressing together and she smiled into his neck as he spun her around. She pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and he grinned broadly feeling her chapstick smudge on his face.

“That’s amazing!” Her excited voice rang through his ears as his large hands slipped down to her hips and placed her on the ground.

“Even better, you’re getting a permanent assistant. No more of me breaking into your room to wake you up.” He teased her. She giggled and slapped him playfully.

Over the past three months, a lot has changed. Poe learned more and more about his scientist just as he learned about himself. He learned he loved seeing her each morning. He learned the difference between the chemical makeup of H2O and HO2, he learned that he loved the smell of her shampoo. He learned that he loved the way she laughed and smiled and teased him and sometimes still got shy but no matter what she was still his wild Scientist. He loved the way she would get really enveloped into her work. He loved her confidence in her skills, he loved how certain she was that there was no one better than her in her field, and she was definitely right.

On the other hand, he learned he was a jealous man.. He was jealous when other men and women noticed her in the cantina on the rare occasions Poe could pull her from her work to convince her to get her lunch. He was jealous when she met Finn and Rey a few weeks ago and both unanimously agreed to steal his girlfriend (a joke that left Poe sulking for a few hours) He also learned how much of an effect she had on others. Turned out he wasn’t the only one with the hots for her. Men on base seemed willing to sell their souls just for a chance to kiss the ground she walked on. He was among those men.

“Aw but I love seeing you first thing in the morning.” She smiled up at him and pushed her body weight onto him, pushing herself onto her tippy toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. A blush warmed his cheeks. He snickered ironically at the thought that they had done so many other things but hadn’t slept in the same bed yet. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and he tightened his grip on her waist.

“I’m really happy for you Poe.” She said softly into his ear and he shuddered.

“I wonder who your assistant will be. Are you excited?” He asked her as they pulled apart. Raising an eyebrow, she put a finger to her chin to ponder.

“Hmmmmm no. If it’s not you, I won’t like them as much. You know I’m a creature of habit, Poe.” As she brushed a hand through her hair, he smiled. She wouldn’t like anyone as much as him. He knew she meant it too. Poe was happy to say he felt the same way. He wouldn’t like another girl as much as he likes her. She was radiant. Like a star that shone brighter than all the stars he’s even flown by.

“Well, that certainly relieves me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you replaced me so suddenly.” He smiled and played with his necklace for a second. The necklace with the ring that he had a feeling would some day go to her. He led her back to her seat and watched her cover the petri dish and throw the gloves in the trash.

“So…I know you’re excited and everything but are you too excited for tomorrow night?” She questioned, looking up at him from her seat as he stood next to her. She was nervous, he could tell by the soft tilt in her voice and the way her nails began to play with each other. A sly smirk came across his face.

“I could be sent off to war right now and I’d still be back for tomorrow night.” He chuckled, pinching her ass and she let out a yelp.

“You’re funny.” She said as she shut the lights off over her station and took off her lab coat, revealing her tank top and long pajama bottoms. She slid her hair out of its ponytail and laughed nervously.

“You wanna maybe come to my room? We can watch a movie and eat some dinner.” She asked, sliding into her usual spot next to him with his hand sliding around her waist. Over the past three weeks of them being together, she learned that Poe had a deep love for touching her at all times. She seemed to enjoy it though, always leaning into her boyfriend's touch.

“Oh? You trying to make things happen a little early? I don’t mind babe.” He teased her but in truth Poe hoped that was the case. Tomorrow night was finally the night. The night they’d have sex, not just the passionate makeouts and intense groping they had been doing, no full sex. Given their schedules, each time they tried something or someone popped up. Tomorrow night was the night before they’d get a day off the next day. No work, no rushing, nothing. Poe was so excited if he had a tail it’d be wagging.

They left the office and began to walk down the dimly lit hall. Once more, his scientist was the last one working on the floor so the other offices were empty. As he walked through the halls, he thought back at all he’d experienced in the past few months. As his brain wandered his lady rambled on next to him. The two walked on, as she continued explaining a special theory to him.

“Are you listening?” He felt a manicured nail poke his cheek and he stopped to stare at her. Worry and confusion were across her features, and he felt a pang of guilt for making her think he wasn’t listening to her. Even in his dreams he listened to her. And he dreamt of her a lot. A lot more than any normal person would. His feelings for her were bordering on a bit of madness, but he adored her nonetheless. He tried to tell himself it was acceptable for him to dream of his own girl, but part of him still felt he was excessive about it.

“Yeah. You want to use some special material to make blaster proof clothing. You’re worried it won’t work for a living thing though.” He was always listening to her. Everything she said always interested him. They were approaching the cantina now, and all Poe could think about was dinner. Oh how he wanted to eat her instead. Instead of voicing his wishes to her, he got a bottle of water. Something could at least quench his thirst.

“Okay, come to my room in an hour!” She clapped her hands excitedly in front of her face and jumped up and down, her flat slippers slapping against the floor with each jump. She ran the other direction, kind of like a small bird. Once she was out of sight though, he plopped down with a heavy sigh, feeling the cool solid table against his arms.

He grimaced and placed his head down on the table. Before he knew it his mind was swirling through a few different fantasies. He imagined them going to the beach, him taking her on vacation where she could study nature for hours. He imagined sliding his mothers ring onto her finger at a beautiful venue. All their friends and family would be there. The galaxy would finally be at ease. He’d pull her in for a nice, long kiss. Then another fantasy swept through his brain. One of her holding a brown skinned baby boy, with black curls in her lap. Maybe he would be bringing in his friends to come visit them and bring good wishes to the happy couple. She would be tired but still playing with their boy. In this fantasy he looks about three months old? Maybe two months? He would be wide awake, laughing when he sees his mothers smiling face and putting his tiny hands into her hair. She would pepper his little face with kisses, and see her husband and would beacon for him to come closer to her. Then she’d press a soft kiss to his cheek.

Before he knew it his mind wandered off to the part of the fantasy where they actually make the baby. He swore he could feel her manicured nails scratching down his back and hear her crying his name. So now he was sitting there and had a boner that could pop through his zipper. He sighed and stood up, willing himself to go soft. He paced himself, slowly. Sure he was about 30 minutes early but what was supposed to do with himself until then?

He ran a hand through his dark hair and took a deep breath. He went up to her door and knocked. He stood silently and waited. By now he was soft, and his blood pumping had gone back to normal. The door opened, there he saw her. She stood in the doorway holding a bottle of wine and wearing a silk robe with a matching silk top and shorts. In all this time, he’s never met someone who loves pajamas more than his scientist.

“Come in, come in! I broke into your room and got you some PJ’s. She grinned at him and he grinned back, stepping and receiving a kiss on his cheek. Sliding his boots off , he noticed her room was cleaner than usual with two small trays sitting on her coffee table and candles lit. Food was on each tray that made his mouth water. A large, warm blanket was thrown across the couch.

“Well…before we spend tomorrow night together, maybe we can have a fun date?” He nodded, once again wrapping a hand around her waist and pulling her close.

“Sounds like fun.” He pressed two more kisses to her face, pulling more giggles from her throat.

“Okay, go get changed.” He followed her instructions, slipping into her bathroom and stripping off his clothing one by one. When he got to his boxers he noticed he was hard again. While he wasn’t ashamed because hello, his girlfriend was the hottest woman he’d ever seen he still felt a little…creepy. Shaking his head, he quickly changed into his gray sweatpants, and slipped on a black tank top. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, and ran a hand over his tired face.

“Get it together Poe. You’re a grown ass man.” He pointed at himself in the mirror before he went back out and saw her laying on her side on the couch. Her elbow and wrist supported her head and her thick thighs pressed together. Upon seeing him, she smiled.

“There you are. I was getting worried you drowned in the toilet.” Her soft voice was like a beacon of peace. Sitting up, she fixed her nightgown and patted the couch. He sat down next to her and she immediately discarded the robe. She did it slowly, like she was attempting to kill him where he sat.

“Can I have some wine?” He asked while shamelessly eyeing her.

“Sure! Let’s get the party started.” She leaned across from him and unpaused the holodeck, starting the show and opening the bottle of wine. He lifted his glass off the table in front of him and held it out to her. She poured them both a glass and they clinked them together.

⭐⭐⭐

“She’s using you!” He whined at the television. Poe was a bit tipsy, nothing else about it. But his scientist was just as tipsy as he. She was worming around on the couch, and they were both under the blankets. Their food was long devoured and they were on season two of the show now.

“Syko can never see that tho.” The way she talked when she was drunk always made him laugh. She sounded congested for some reason, but still sounded perfect to him.

“True.” He hiccuped and they both went silent before laughing. They continued watching in silence for another few moments, focused on their show before suddenly a racy scene came on. It started with a passionate kiss but slowly the man began to explore under the woman's clothing. He tried to focus on the scene instead, not her soft breathing and how soft her skin feels and how nice she smells. She chose tomorrow, a day when they’d both be free and they could fully enjoy it. So Poe would wait until tomorrow.

Then he felt it. She scooted closer to him on the couch. Then closer and closer before she was basically on top of him. Sure they were already leaning on eachother but now she was sitting on one of his thighs. She was leaning against him and he leaned into her slightly. Any part of him that was still sober was screaming not to read too far into it but his dick and heart were telling him she 100% wanted him at that moment. Wrapping a hand around her waist, he pulled her in slightly closer. They sat in silence next to each other watching the scene before she was slowly inching into his lap.

“Hey babe, what’re you doing?” He asked her softly as he let her climb into his lap.

“Just getting comfy…” She responded. She settled fully into his lap and eased herself back onto his chest. Placing her elbow on the couch arm, she rested her head while staring at the TV. He noticed that she looked flustered and he tentatively jerked his hips upwards into her. A soft sound left her lips and his hips jumped.

“You feeling okay pretty? That was a weird sound.” He said, his dark brown eyes narrowing. He knew what he wanted, he knew what he wanted to do to her and the sounds he wanted to hear her make. But he had to make sure she wanted it too.

“I’m fine.” She whispered as she moved her hips in a wide, slow circle. Wincing he placed his hands on her hips.

“You sure? Cuz you’re moving around a lot.” He asked, whispering in her ear. He’d have to write a very long letter of appreciation to the writers of the show, seeing how it got her in the mood. She stilled suddenly.

“Am I too heavy?” The lack of motion made him fight back a whine.

“Of course not, I can handle you,” He whispered into her ear again and placed a soft kiss onto her neck. She let out a small moan in response. He continued pressing more kisses down her neck and when he found a sensitive spot he sucked a bruise into it.

“Oh.” She moaned and shifted around to now straddle him. He moved her hips around in a circle and she helped him along. He left bruise after bruise on her neck and the tugs on his head weren’t helping him keep it together. He wanted more though. He wanted to feel more. He took one of his large hands and softly grabbed her right boob through the night gown, she let out a soft moan.

Suddenly she pushed his head off of her and stood up in front of him, staring down at him. She slowly moved her hands to the edge of her shirt and revealed the set of lingerie she wore in his dreams. She pulled down her pajama shorts down, showing the matching underwear. Poe’s blood stopped pumping and he gaped with his mouth open. The crafty woman planned this out, and who was he to deny her wishes? She sat back down onto his lap and he admired the dark blue lace holding her two perfect breasts, the dark skin soft to touch as he rubbed his hands against the couch. Could he touch her? Should he touch her? Would she like it if he touched her?

His questions were answered for him though, her hands leading him to her chest and staring at him with suggestive eyes.

“Poe?” She said softly, leading his other hand to her other boob.

“You want me right?” She asked but he was now mesmerized by how heavy and soft her chest felt in his palms.

“Of course.” He continued and gave a rough squeeze to her chest.

Then she shot her eyes up to his. Liquid courage was a hell of a thing and she pushed her body upwards against his. Now he felt like a bumbling moron.

“So do something about it.” Oh those words. Those same words she told him the night they first kissed in that lab. Those words that basically started their entire relationship. That same smile came across his face. He pulled her in for a tender kiss, tasting some of the wine on her lips. Then he took his hands to her chest and found the front clasp. Freeing her boobs, Poe smiled like he was a thirsty man in the desert.

She leaned back to fully pull off the lace Poe held her by her hips and slipped his tongue over one of her dark nipples. She shuddered, feeling how cold his mouth was (thanks to Poe’s mouth always needing to be busy, he was chewing on a cup of ice he stole from her kitchen) her back arched. She softly whispered his name and she squealed as he bit down on her nipple and pinched her other one. Her thighs jumped and twitched around his. Poe on the other hand was in heaven. Finally, he was going to have all of her.

He repeated this process to her other boob and moaned out his name one more. He laid a sharp smack to her ass just to see how she’d react. Just to see what she was really into. Pulling his head back he licked his lips and admired her heaving chest. He was eager to see her fall apart beneath him, desperate to slam into her until she couldn’t think anymore.

“You like that babe?” He asked as he snapped the waistband of her underwear. He knew what he most certainly wanted to do. She nodded and chuckled dryly.

He lifted her up and then placed her down on the couch, sliding down between her thighs. Now, there were a lot of different things Poe enjoyed doing. Using his mouth was one of them, which made sense considering he was always chewing on something, or sucking on something or saying something.

He looked up at her as he kneaded her soft and warm thighs with intense passion. Then he took his index finger and ran it over her folds through her underwear. He let out a curse while she whimpered. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she was looking down at him with what could be placed as fear but so much arousal it made Poe’s head spin.

“Someone’s excited.” She said softly, placing a hand in Poe's hair. He was desperate to feel her yank the crap out of it. He grinned as he pulled her underwear off and admired the leaking pool of arousal between her legs. He didn’t even have a response, instead he ran his tongue in between her thighs and over her clit. A squeal escaped her as her thighs locked around his head. He ran his tongue up and down, savoring the taste of her and the noises escaping her lips. He almost wanted to skip to the main course. Almost.

He continued his attack on her pussy, sucking on her clit with a fiery passion. Above him, she gasped out instructions and pleads of pleasure. He took his ring and middle finger, and pushed them inside of her. She gasped loudly at the intrusion and he moaned at the feeling of her insides clenching around his digits. She was getting squirmy as Poe began to move his fingers inside of her, searching for that special spot. He ran his tongue up and down her slippery folds, always returning to her clit. He found that special spot inside of her, causing her to jump and cry out his name. He gently bit down and she let out a loud cry of his name. He kept working his fingers through her body as she gasped and began riding his face and his fingers. Strong legs wrapped around the back of his head and she pushed his head harder and for a brief moment he couldn’t breathe. But if this was how he died it was really whatever.

Finally with a wild cry of his name, her hips stuttered and Poe glanced up seeing her eyes shut tightly and her cry out his name repeatedly. Her nails scraped across his skull as she came all over his fingers and face. He felt her legs relax against him and he pulled back taking a deep, victorious breath. On the other hand, his girlfriend was laying back on the couch with her legs slightly shaking and her bonnet slipping off her head now. With a smile, he reached up and readjusted it, knowing it would irritate her to no end if it fell off. With a satisfied sigh her shoulders relaxed as Poe pulled his fingers out. The glistening fluid made his dick throb, which was so hard that he had no doubt he leaked through his pants.

Leaning forwards, he felt a hand grab his glistening fingers and guide them to the mouth of his girlfriend. His heart jumped as he felt his soul melting. Her tongue ran around his fingers and he watched her clean his fingers while his dick began to literally throb. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been so hard.

After letting his fingers go with a pop she licked her lips. He leaned down to capture her luscious lips in a kiss. His tongue wrestled with hers, but the kisses rendered her dizzy and breathless. Like all of their kisses had. With a large hand guiding her stomach backwards, she laid back onto the couch and Poe straddled her body.

She looked perfect, the light of the holodeck illuminating her body and she slowly removed her silk cap. Once she removed it her hair was in a ponytail like it was begging to be pulled. She placed it down to the side and avoided eye contact with Poe. However he wanted more. He wanted another kiss from his Scientist. And that he did in fact get.. He planted a small kiss on her cheek and looked into her eyes. He was now sitting on her knees over her frame.

“Are you okay?” The man could never not worry about hurting her despite how desperate he was to go all the way.

“Of course I am.” Was all the woman before him replied with a glint in her eyes.

He nodded and began to slide down his pants and boxers, wiggling out of them. His dick slapped against his stomach and he hissed. He heard a soft ‘oooo’ but Poe chuckled. She marveled at the seven inches and glistening tip with such intent that Poe was a bit embarrassed. But if he could stare at her naked body, she could stare at him. Fair was fair.

After a bit longer, she cleared her throat.

“I’m ready to do the thing.” The embarrassed whisper made Poe laugh, only to be softly kicked in the thigh.

“The thing? Tell me what you want me to do.” He planted kisses on top of her breast, sucking bruises into the skin. She whined. Oh how she loved and hated his teasing. Pushing him off, she forced herself to make eye contact.

“Fuck me.” And it caught both of them off guard. Poe, wasn’t expecting her to actually say that, and the Scientist wasn’t expecting herself to say something so lustful out loud. But she did, and it caused Poe’s brain to short circuit. He laughed dryly. Was the woman attempting to kill him? It was certainly working.

He slowly pushed himself inside of her, trying not to go too fast, but still restraining herself. She squeaked and gasped at the stretch as he placed his hands next to her face as she whimpered. His eyes trained on her face, watching her go through a range of emotions. He gave soft kisses to her cheeks and patted her hair, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

“You’re okay baby, it’ll stop hurting soon. You let me know when.” Reassurance was very important in situations like this. More kisses, more whispers, and more love. Before she nodded and asked him to start. Engulfing her lips with another bruising kiss, Poe slid out of her cursing at the loss of contact before sliding all the way back in.

He continued this easy rhythm until she began to whimper and beg. Begging for more, begging for kisses, begging for him to go faster. And Poe was inclined to comply with this. With enthusiasm, Poe pushed himself faster into her warm body, her boobs bouncing up and down with each thrust. Her eyes focused on the necklace dangling over her face like it was hypnotizing her. His hands found their way to her chest and gave a rough squeeze and he licked his lips.

He picked up his pace, leaving harder thrust that resulted in some incredibly rewarding squeals. She felt like she was floating on a cloud of joy, her eyes truly reflecting this emotion. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and her palms scrambled for something to hold on too. She settled on his back and Poe hissed out at the feeling of her nails digging into his back. He gave her a particularly hard slam.

“You like it when I fuck you?” He rasped in her ear as he collapsed onto her sweaty form and rolled his hips into her as she dragged her nails down his back. She cried out in response but at this point Poe was talking more for himself. He just needed to keep himself from finishing too fast. He snaked a hand down in between their bodies and began to circle her clit with quick speeds.

Cries of each other's names echoed through the room, her pussy clenching down hard on his dick and she was basically leaking like a damn faucet. As he used his free hand to guide her nipple to his mouth again, he temporarily ceased his endless dirty talk to suck on her left nipple. Soft ‘ohs’ escaped her as her nails sunk painfully hard into his back. With a cry she squealed and came hard around him, arching her back and Poe followed right after her. With a final thrust, his hips stilled deep inside of her he came, filling her up with cum that would inevitably leak out of her in a second.

The two panting, moaning, sighing messes gave each other another kiss and she wrapped her arms sound Poe capturing him in a hug. He laid on her chest, listening to her heart beat and breathing soothing Poe.

“That was incredible.” A smile Poe had never seen before graced her gorgeous features.

“I know, I’m kind of amazing.” He laughed only to be softly kicked in his back and the two sat still for a moment laughing. Pulling out, Poe grinned at the mess leaking from her. She took her middle finger and dipped it into the mess. She scooped up the mixture of their cum and sucked them off her fingers. Poe let out a shuddering breath and she glanced at him curiously.

He flopped back down on top of her leaking body and planted kisses all over her face.

“Oh shit, we left the show running.” The realization was voiced by Poe and she glanced over as well.

“Oh we did. Wanna finish it before bed?” She asked as they rearranged their bodies. She was trying to be cool about what just happened, nervous to bombard him with questions and seeming too clingy. Either way, there would always be a time where the call of sleep wasn’t ringing through her brain.

“Why not?” Poe nodded as he wrapped his arms around her neck and he planted a kiss on her neck. She plucked her scarf and bonnet back on, slipping them over her head then snuggling up into her man to drift off into sleep in the safety of the same arms that just hurled her through two orgasms.

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teo! i hope your trip has been fun!!!

also i am curious... i know you've talked about this before but i only vaguely remember, and i want a more indepth answer... what kind of perfumes/scents in general do you like wearing? anything you really hate smelling like?

hehehe well let me start off by saying that perfumes jeonghan uses (ormaie no28 and creed virgin island water) are something i love 🤓 now to me and my perfumes:

let me start of by saying i’ve been using and collecting perfumes since i was very young (8 or 9yo) - my mom always had a big collection and i was influenced what can i say! I have three things i like to embody: clean and light 🧼, edible 🍮 and fun and flirty 🪷. So with all that being said i am very picky with my deodorant too (i use borotalco which smells like baby powder) and i layer my perfumes with body butters, oils and lotions. Also, certain outfits require certain scent so i always match them too! Now let me get into the categories:

🧼 my first “clean” smelling perfume was donna karan be delicious. for SURE not everyone’s cup of tea - it smells like fresh green apple and cucumber and it’s so light and long lasting and effortless. It’s also such a unique scent. Anyway young me was obsessed. Another one i like to use now is calvin klein eternity - also fresh and clean and light. Both are very summery and not too heavy - they literally smell like you just took a shower and put on a linen dress

🍮 oh gourmands… I’ll tell you right now i love a nice rich caramel notes. And vanilla, when it’s done right, will always hit for me. Now childhood perfume that smells edible and brings out so many memories in me has to be olympea by paco rabanne… yes yes everyone has it everyone knows it but i got it just when it dropped in 2015 and i used it throughout the 2015 and 2016 which were coincidentally party girl very very fun years of my life. salty notes mixed with vanilla and it dried down so beautifully on my skin i loved it and whenever i smell it on someone it evokes very pleasant memories. Now for my gourmand of choice - i use d&g the only one (sweet caramel) for colder months and d&g garden (don’t let the name fool you, it’s a tropical coconut and vanilla mix) for summer. Sweet perfumes are always tricky to me because i get headaches and nausea if it’s too strong (looking at l'interdit rouge and hypnotic poison) or as i say it’s choking me. It took me ages to find these two and i love how they smell on my skin. oh and when i wear either of d&g ones i rub raw cocoa butter on my skin and i’ve been told multiple times i smell edible and i was like… well yes! that’s the point!

🪷 okay this one is tricky because first ones that come to mind are both (discontinued) miss dior cherie. Yes they still exist and yes they reformulated them and no they don’t smell anything like the past versions. i was 8 when i first got my first cherie and oh my! scent i’ll never forget. mix of fruits (cherry strawberry pineapple) with my beloved caramel and jasmine and with base notes of musk and patchouli. It was a lot! Second cherie is more similar to what we have now but not to the new version - it’s similar to blooming bouquets. It was fun and flirty and girly and my favorite floral smell that didn’t induce headaches. Now, if i am feeling florals (white florals!) i opt for calvin klein eternity moment and hugo boss femme. think girl in a white frilly dress and rosy cheeks and a wicker basket with fresh flowers in it - and that’s how they both smell.

and lastly, i want to talk about my newest addition that can’t really be boxed in any of these categories. Gucci Rush is something that i bought the moment my mom smelled it and said “oh this is you as a perfume”. And she was SO right. sexy, in your face, neon, intense, original i can go on. It has peach note which reminds me of a very affordable perfume i used to wear daily in high school - bruno banani woman. When i first smelled rush i said to my mom “this is bruno’s older sister”. i don’t know how else to describe it but it smells like a very chic woman but in the 90s…

i don’t really enjoy citrus scent - i find it nauseating most of the time. the only one i can think of that i have now is ck woman - it’s my moms perfume i bought it for her and on her it smells nice and fresh. On me though… it smells too much like a peppery cologne - not really something i go for. even when i was young, i never really liked them! only spice i like is warm spicy (versace crystal noir is something i liked) but just harsh citric scent is not for me (or my body chemistry apparently). my sister uses versace bright crystal which has yuzu as a top note and it STICKS to me it’s all i can smell when i wear it.

thank you for asking this got so LONG sorry about that (i’m not). What perfumes do you use? or what scents do you like i am curious!

#also i’ve been good greece has been nice and sunny and i’m getting ready to go for a quick swim!#ask #grace 💎

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God damn girl You got lucky i payed attention in biology. And your muscles are cramping up from p.e. The number one thing for that would be the terrorism since I don't carry bananas or you keep it with me some of massage would have a suffice if you don't mind for a while I like you. I have for a while but I was nervous to talk to you because of any interest overjoyed to hear that you also like to get high till we had something in common how's your neck feel still hurting ? No more drill massages are about people laid down and strip nude . Yes I understand that a massage from biology do you trust me Yes I have coconut oil. Please take a few more hit to this. Then snort some it may hurt for a moment but then after a minute I promise you'll feel the lot better and get rid of this cramp for you. I know you see me naked before at least my dick sometimes when I'm peeing in your bathroom up in the mirror and walking by looking You walk by about three times one time you and your friends were looking for me crack in your door I did that intentionally and the times you got out of your showroom was doing homework with your brother walk by wearing nothing but a t-shirt painting over to pick up your comb or something and damn your brother it's dumb You never notice I have to pretend hard not to make it obvious I could see everything.

What am I doing you're asking doing a chance to really see and feel how you make me feel . I am a virgin to don't worry Hey don't feel that pain anymore do you what's a new pain well this is a good pain here baby I'm going to kiss you for a minute and starts slowly gently in my put my fingers inside of you then I want you to lay there with your eyes closed that's what I kiss you lower lol of mine well Damn well woman do but then come you masturbate your face is masturbating

i’m so high and just thinking about someone talking down to me in the most gentle and kind way is making my cunt flutter. not even a degrading “talking down,” more loving, like an “I know you can’t think so hard right now so let me make my words nice and easy for you” dumbing down.

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Want to put your hardworking herbs to yet another use? Making herbal oil is just the thing to try! Infusing herbs from your garden in oil will help extract all those helpful properties of each herb. You’ll be left with a powerful tool that can be used in your DIY beauty recipes. Learn three simple methods for making herb oil, plus the different ways you can use it! Infusing oil with herbs is a great way to add colour, scent, and beneficial properties to natural skincare and soap recipes. As home skin care recipes almost always start with good quality oils, adding herbs allows you to enhance the oils and design customized and unique recipes for massage bars, bath melts, lotions, soaps and more. Using homegrown herbs harvested from your own organic garden is a fun way to personalize your products, but you can also purchase bulk herbs from reliable sources that will be just as effective. No matter how you do it, adding herbs to oils make your beauty products uniquely herbalicious! In this post, we will cover… It All Starts with the Oils Infused oils can be substituted in most recipes for natural beauty: soap, body butter, lip balm, and scrubs. You can typically decide on the oil of your choice. Some good options to infuse are: Coconut oil – nourishes and hydrates skin, good for sun-damaged skin Sweet almond oil – moisturizing and skin-softening Grapeseed oil – easily absorbed into the skin; light, non-greasy feeling Olive oil – greasier but very moisturizing, can clog pores, so not for the face (extra virgin is a bit lighter) Jojoba oil – closest to the skin’s own sebum, so it is a great carrier oil and cleanser I would recommend staying away from other oils such as canola and vegetable oil. Solid oils like coconut oil should be melted down before adding the herbs. Adding Herbs for Healing Turning your oils into herbal infusions allows the oils to absorb the beneficial properties of plants. Some herbs that are good for infusing are: Lavender – relaxing, antibacterial Calendula – healing, adds golden colour to oil Chamomile – calming Comfrey – helps with pain and inflammation Sage – pain relief, anti-inflammatory Mint – energizing, pain relieving, darkens colour of oil Rose – romance, love Herbal Oils vs Essential Oils Making herbal oils is not the same as making essential oils. Essential oils are made by extracting the oil component of a plant that contains a very condensed set of properties from that plant. Essential oils are usually used in small doses. Infusing herbs into oil still maintains the properties of the oil that you’re using as a base but helps to extract the herbal constituents. Gently heating the oil encourages the herbal properties to infuse into the oil within a few hours. Herbal oils are not meant to replace essential oils in beauty recipes. Three Ways to Make Herbal Oils for Natural Beauty Recipes My journey in infusing oils started when I was making calendula and chamomile oil for a really gentle bum balm for my son’s diaper rash, and I’ll admit that it’s expanded to a bit of an obsession. It’s quite fun to try new recipes with different herbal infusions to see the benefits and the natural colours that are produced. Simply soaking herbs in oil isn’t enough to infuse the oil; it needs to be heated. Luckily, there are a few ways of doing this, so you are sure to find one that suits your needs. The following describes how to infuse oils using the stovetop, a slow cooker, or the sun! The common thread to all methods is to pack as many dried herbs as you can fit into a container and then pour over the oil so that the herbs are completely submerged. Choose herbs that are completely dry (moisture and oil don’t mix). When the infusing is finished, strain the herbs from the oil with a fine strainer over a large bowl, then pour the oil through a coffee filter or cheesecloth-lined fine sieve. Next, follow one of the three methods listed below. Compost your herbs once you’re done infusing. Stovetop Oil Infusing Use a double boiler to slowly heat the oil and herbs. Pack a handful of herbs in the top of a double boiler, and pour oil over. If you are using coconut oil, which is solid at room temperature, then melt the oil first before adding the herbs. Fill the bottom pot with an inch of water and set the double boiler on medium-low heat to warm up, then turn it down to low for a few hours or until the oil becomes aromatic. Slow Cooker Oil Infusing The slow cooker method takes longer, but it requires less attention than the other methods. Just set it and forget it! If you have a small slow cooker, or you are doing a large amount of oil, you can add the herbs right into the ceramic bowl and set it on the lowest setting for 8-12 hours. Note: When making her herbal oils in a crock pot, the biggest thing to watch out for is condensation from the lid. If condensation drips into the oil, then it can introduce mould and bacteria. If you’re putting the oils and herbs directly into the crock pot, then leave the lid off while you infuse the oils. To do a number of different herbs in separate oils, you can put the oil/herb combination in mason jars and set those in the slow cooker. Put a lid on each of the jars and leave the lid off the slow cooker. Infuse for the same timing: 8-12 hours on low. Sun-Infused Oil Pack herbs into mason jars and pour oil over them. Screw on a lid and set in the sun for 8 hours. The summer sun can be very hot, so this method is best used in cooler months and with large jars. Overheating the oils can remove some of the beneficial properties, and this method is one you will have to watch more closely. It doesn’t use any power beyond the sun, so you can infuse oils right out in the garden as you harvest your herbs! Storage Store the oil with a tight-fitting lid in a cool, dark place. Generally, infused oil will last up to the best-before date on the original package label. Olive oil should last for 2-3 years, and coconut oil will last for many years, although spoiling could happen more quickly if contaminants were introduced in the infusing process. Strain all herbs prior to storing your oils. Herbal Oils FAQ How do I infuse coconut oil with herbs? You can use any of the above methods, such as stovetop, crockpot, or sun, but you must melt it first and then add in the herbs. Once strained and cooled down, it will also preserve much better when solid. Should I add water to my crockpot for multiple jars? The crockpot will heat up the water and give your jars inside even more heat. If your crockpot runs warm, I would advise against adding any additional water. If not, you can add a bit of water. Usually, I add a tea towel for them to rest on, no water. All crockpots are different so it really comes down to figuring out the best for you. Do my herbs need to be dried? In most cases, yes. The herbs need to be completely dry, as any moisture will introduce bacterial growth and spoil the oil more quickly. In some cases, such as lemon balm and St. John’s wort, the herbs will only work when fresh, but the oil will have a shorter life span. What do I do with my leftover herb waste? Some herbalists will use the herbs a second time, but the resulting oil will have significantly less of the herb’s properties. I don’t add oil to my home compost, so I add it to my city compost bin, which can handle oils better. I know it can be hard to throw the herbs away, but thank them for all they offered you and enjoy their beauty in the oils. What ratio of dried herbs to oil should I use? You don’t need to be exact when measuring your herbs. Fill the jar or container, and pour enough oil to completely cover the herbs. Recipes Using Herbal Oils Now that you know how to infuse your own herb oil, let’s talk about what to do with it! Here are some simple, effective recipes for you to try: Source link

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