#were done with the final round but im still traumatized

[lunartonehana]

Pokemon Rejuvenation V13 Reaction Thread 8/10

Spoilers for V13 under cut

still scared btw

Oo Risa battle?

Masked Man?

Is helping us???

nvm

GREGUS

GREGUS NO

Oh shit Celine?

Not Reshiram

Lmao didn’t heal gonna soft reset

Lmao I can’t heal

Bye bye revives

Swampert literally two shotted it after clearing the red health bars???

Done with Lavender’s part

Oh we’re done with Aelita’s path

Zetta???

I wonder if things change depending on who u choose first

Door stuck

Battles Round

Labor

Bttes und

Hmm

Idk what the thing is

Thank you random person from the reborn website

A bunch of dead bodies send them to the moon

Why was Flora there???

Ig she might’ve ended up the way she is because of the school?or gdc itself

Amber’s door

*shoves saki to the side*

I wasn’t prepared for Zetta’s fight

I am kinda stuck with the team I have so that was lowkey hard

Oh Amber

Ig it’s gonna be a repeat of Aelita’s thing

Sorta

Oh it’s Amber’s side of this event

Amber has a wierd Toxitricity what is going on here

I really do have to play this game again from the beginning huh

My theory is that every main character has one special formed pokemon

K that’s done with

Xara again?

Xara and Risa??

The dittos

r called Comet and Cosmia

Wtf

Wait Risa is sick

oh

Masked man is anti-blakeory

Oo young flora

The blakeory’s def broke her

Dear god these puzzles are annoying

Holy fuck that final one was hard

Oh

Oh Flora and Cassandra used to live in Oblitus Town?

Oh shit

Gdc is a death cage woo

Xenpurgis was approved

Zetta changed appearances

oof my sprite changed in the bat scene

Yo we’re beating shit up

Thomas you bitch

Ruh oh it’s finally Saki’s time

The red haired bitch

Oh shit that’s adam’s head

Fucking hell what is going on

Shit

Woohoo traumatizing kids

Traumatized child

Oh wait is Xara the red haired bitch

Ig Risa might be in the clear

Wait

Risa in debt for trying to live

Those bitches are apart of Team Xen

They are the bitches both of them

I wonder how Risa is involved in the story then

Crescent????

CRESCENT????

What in the world is up with these machines

Does Crescent have a new identity?

Thomas is a…good guy?

The memory people are here

The red haired bitch has a whole ass motercycle

This place kinda reminds me of bladestar

The whole gang is here

Oh Risa works for the puppet master

Imposters

Oh the real Risa story

Risa is dead…?

Oh those idiots are using Cassandra to their advantage

So that’s Cosmia and Comet’s purpose

Red haired bitch has no name

Finally me

Ooo it’s our backstory

Oh shit Storm-9 already hit us

Crescent ooo

Ooh she’s from the Miera region

We’re from the Miera region

Oh the diary says all the protag names+ana

I wonder what happened to Crescent’s parents

What the fuck is that monster

Damn are we an asshole..?or is that the voice within us

I wonder if what happens changes depending on who the player choose

I’ll find out when I play on my two previous save files

Aw shit that’s our brother

Oh in this playthrough I am Ariana btw

What are these jellyfishes

We saved Crescent aww

Are we going to battle ourselves???

Oh hell nah

Fuck

Uh what is with this battle

My team isn’t ready

Fuck

Fuck the Blaziken

Fuck the Volcanrona

I’m gonna fucking lose I wasn’t prepared

Oh wait were we supposed to lose

:(

Variya(Derogatory)

Oh so those we’re Nihilego

Oh we aren’t even Ariana

in a sense

Awkward

Damn that was a lot to take in

Maybe

Maybe I like the puppet master

Wtf

We killing Grandpa Blakeory

Oh Aelita is the traitor

Good for her

Oh shit Celine

Those bitches want to lower Celine’s league numbers

Oh shit that isn’t even Adam,Val,and Saki’s bodies???

That means Crescent was replaced or kept in captivity

Aelita said I had pretty eyes :)))))))

What the fuck

WHAT THE FUCK

NO ONE SEES ME EXCEPT AELITA????

IM FINALLY FREE BITCHES

FUCK STILL NO PC

SEC!!!

First galar mon that we got woo

Annie Mae

Sus imposter amongus

Okay I got it right both times

Yup Tuff puff is Naganadel

We’re fighting the bitch

I wish we could change teams ugh I don’t really like my current setup

Soft reset :)

Fuck I am stuck with my current team this isn’t good

I just want to swap out roserade with a bulkier mon for naganadel

🗿

Society if I had one more revive>>>>

I need to take a rest, I’ll play more later and hopefully beat the red haired bitch

[missyslittlepet]

((Requested - Lil bit of the ol' Heartman smut 😏. Soooo im going to start with an apology lmao. I'm awful at writing smut and I don't usually do it, however, someone has to. I think we can ALL agree that we want some nsfw Heartman content. I assumed the person who requested was a girl but if not I'm so sorry and I hope can read around parts that dont apply. Enjoy you horny bunch! 😉👍🏻💙))

Well You've Certainly Caught Me With My Pants Down...

"These are a set of packages that were delivered in the early hours of the morning. I would be very grateful if you could pack them away for me while I attend to other matters. The contents within are imperative to my research and I ask that you handle them with the upmost care." Heartman gestured to the pile of packages by his feet.

"Of course, when have I ever not taken care with your orders? What matters need attending to today then?" You questioned him picking up two of the parcels.

"Oh the usual..." Heartman smiled.

You remained silent waiting for an actual response.

"Data logging, image processing, research analysis..." A faint blush had started to cover his cheeks and he shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. He finally cleared his throat after a long pause before continuing.

"I won't keep you with the boring details, you have a lot of work to do; as do I. I will be in my room although I doubt you will need my help. It should take you longer than the nineteen minutes I have remaining so I will see you after I return from the beach yet again." With a quick nod he left swiftly, the door shutting behind him automatically.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, what on earth was all of that about and why was he in a rush to get away? You watched the door for a few more seconds before shrugging it off and decided it was just Heartman being Heartman.

Your brows furrowed slightly as you looked at the deliveries. The containers were immaculate considering the hike needed through the mountains to get to the lab. No rust, no scratches... very strange. You grabbed the smallest package first. The microchips inside were destroyed completely despite the perfect condition of their container. You placed them aside not looking forward to what you would find in the rest of them. One after another were filled with destroyed items, incorrect orders and some were straight up empty.

"You've got to be joking." You laughed angrily.

The porters knew how irreplaceable these items were, that's why you requested the best porters available. You huffed and threw the final empty container aside. Heartman was not going to be happy about this.

You quickly made your way to his room in order to break the news to him.

You made it to his door and started explaining the situation as the doors slid open.

"You'll never guess what! Some idiot has sprayed the containers with repair! Everything inside is either destroyed or missing. Why do they even both-" You stopped dead in your tracks. His bed was in direct view of the doorway and there lay Heartman on top of it. One hand grasped the bed sheets, his knuckles white from the strength behind the grip. His mouth was open in what would have been a moan as his other hand frantically stroked his hard cock.

Heartman's eyes grew wide as he froze like a deer caught in the headlights. There was a tense silence for what seemed like forever, neither of you quite knowing what to do. It was him who finally moved to cover himself with a pillow. His face was bright red and he struggled to make eye contact with you. Your mouth still hung open as you tried to get your body to function again. You knew you should run out the room but your legs just wouldn't cooperate.

Heartman's voice was shakey when he finally spoke up.

"Well, you've certainly caught me with my pants down." He forced a laugh and the sound of it snapped you out of your daze. He pushed himself up and swung his legs over the edge of his bed making sure to keep the pillow secure against himself. Then his rambling began

"I'm so sorry you had to see this, I never intended for this to happen. Just with my condition its so hard to... it has just been so long and I- I thought you would be busy with the packages! I never thought that- I can't imagine how traumatic this mus-" He fell silent.

Sometime during his ramblings your feet had carried you to his bedside. You stood over him now and he looked up at you with uncertainty. Something about the way his face had looked caught up in pleasure and the way he had unbuttoned more of his shirt than he normally would stirred something within you. He was attractive on the average day but now... after seeing what you had just seen... you couldn't stop yourself.

You slowly leant down and pressed your lips to his. His eyes went wide for a second before he slowly kissed you back. Cushion forgotten, his hands found your waist tugging you down so you were sat in his lap. You could feel him grow harder against your thigh and it spurred you on. You continued to kiss and nip his lips while your fingers raked through his hair and clung to his half unbuttoned shirt.

Heartman's AED beeped frantically as his heart pounded.

"Ten minutes until Cardiac Arrest."

You pulled back from his lips and pressed your forehead against his.

"We only have ten minutes." You panted as you looked at him. His glasses were knocked askew and his lips were red and swollen.

"That's all I need." He growled quickly flipping you over so he was on top of you. Gone was the awkward nerd you had come to know. He quickly slipped the AED from his body and lay it next to the pair of you on the bed.

His lips found their way to your neck while his hands frantically fumbled with the buttons on your shirt and jeans. When you were finally rid of your clothing he pulled back to admire you. The lustful glint in his eyes softened slightly and he reminded you more of the Heartman you knew.

"You are the most beautiful thing in this world (f/n)." His hand slowly ran over your chest stopping to allow his thumb to brush over your nipple.

The small gesture made you moan louder than you had expected making you blush. You arched your back pushing yourself against his hand. He took the hint and cupped your breast in his hand, massaging it gently. He would have done that all day if he could but the beeping of his AED and the rhythmic throbbing of his cock reminded him of the lack of time the pair of you had.

His fingers trailed down quickly to the warmth between your legs. He chuckled quietly at how wet you had become. Without much warning he aligned himself with your entrance and pushed himself inside with one quick thrust. You yelped and clung to his shirt, pulling him down so you could kiss him passionately. Heartman groaned at the feeling. It had been so long since he had last done this and the pleasure he was feeling was so overwhelming. He could have finish there and then but he wanted to make the most of what little time the pair of you had. You weren't given any time to adjust before he began thrusting as hard and as fast as he could. He buried his face into the crook of your neck allowing him to suck on the sensitive flesh there.

Your nails dug into the skin of his back as he pounded into you. His heavy breathing and moaning in your ear pushed you closer to the edge. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't fantasised about this. He was a catch and his dorky charm was endearing. You didn't think he would be quite this rough but you loved it.

"Five minutes until cardiac arrest."

Heartman frowned and waved his hand muting the device.

"(F/n) I'm so close." He groaned pushing himself up to look down at you.

One of his hands reached between your bodies and rubbed small circles over your clit making your whole body shake.

"Please don't stop!" You moaned moving your hips in time with him.

The added motion pushed him closer and his thrusts became erratic as he chased after his release.

It wasn't long before the two of you reached your climax together.

With a final moan he finally collapsed on top of you panting heavily. You instinctively wrapped your arms gently around him as he caught his breath.

Once he pulled out he lay next to you, making sure the AED didnt fall off the side of the bed in the process.

"That was... wow. Thank you." Heartman chuckled pulling you into his chest. "I forgot how good that could feel."

"I'm glad that I barged in now, you used to do that a lot with me in the other room?." You grinned tracing patterns over his skin.

"I wouldn't say a lot... but there has been occasions. " He laughed pressing his lips to your forehead.

There was a few moments of bliss before you felt him stiffen up. He sat bolt upright eyes wide.

"The packages! You said they were destroyed?!" He shrieked in confusion.

Suddenly his machine flatlined and Heartman fell backwards lifeless against the bed. He really shouldn't mute his machine.

You couldn't help but laugh and prepare what you would say to him when he returned. Something told you that it would be a very strongly worded letter sent to the porters and, if you were lucky, another round of fun.

[kweebtrash]

Can I Love Like This? (M)

Messy Chapter 6

Pairing(s): OC X Johnny 

Genre: College AU, Fuckboy AU, Angst, Smut

Summary: Fuckboys are basically good for one thing. You hit it and quit it- except when his voice draws you in, his body keeps you there, and dumb ass feelings linger making things particularly messy.

Warnings:  description/discussions of sexual assaults, beginnings of codependency, light drinking/drug use, unhealthy coping mechanisms, anxiety attack/night terrors, a little bit of a “i can fix/help you attitude”, a little jealousssyyyyyyyyyy

Features: slight daddy kink (daddy/princess), a lot of making out and ass grabbing (because johnny’s a slut), a little bit of grinding, blow jobs, unprotected sex/pulling out, slow fucking/riding, scratching, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oh and cock warming

Word Count: around 13.5k

A/N: There’s no group chat at the end so I’m sorry! I know a lot of people like them because they’re funny but for some of the serious chapters there won’t be. Towards the end, the songs referenced are Chase Atlantics “Dancer in the Dark” and “Into It”.

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Johnny's POV

I stood quiet as I was unsure as to why she was crying. It happened so suddenly that I stopped talking, pausing to see if she would gather herself. I had told her what happened after the rave and everything that transpired the past couple of weeks. It was definitely hard to say the whole truth. Jae had only gotten the cliffnotes version; i wasn't exactly comfortable telling him everything even though he was my best friend. For some reason though, with Eri, I felt like I could tell her anything and she wouldn't think less of me. I just didn't expect her to cry.

“I'm so sorry, Johnny.” She managed to squeak through her hiccuped breaths.

I scooted closer to her. “For what?”

“For not being there for you…”

“How could you have been? I pushed you away. I needed some time to myself. Shit got heavy really fast and I stayed roped in this mess. I just felt stupid. I knew i shouldn't have taken the pill but I did. And if i hadn't maybe i would've avoided all this.”

“Dont ever blame yourself, ok? We make mistakes but that doesn't warrant anyone getting ra-”

I grabbed her shoulder, more intensely than i should have but i couldn't bear to hear what she was about to say just yet. “Please don't say that word. Just don't.”

She pursed her lips together and pulled her knees to her chest. I sighed and raised my hand to wipe away the smudge-y black tears staining her cheek. She turned towards my touches, slowly falling into my chest and holding onto me tight. It felt good to be held like this. I didn't realize i was even craving it until now. A warm touch that wasn't full of violence or ill will finally made me feel like I could breathe again. Like my safety net has been casted and I could fall into it without worry. “I don't want this to happen to you again. I want to be there for you.”

“It wouldn't be the first time.” I shrugged simply.

Eri looked at me in surprise and as if another round of tears were about to break through at any moment. “What do you mean? T-this has happened before?”

“Something similar, i guess.” I set my head in the palm of my hand as she pulled away to give me room to breath. “When i was younger i hooked up with an older chick which was a big mistake. I wasn't really experienced at the time so I let her take control. So she asked me to go down on her-this was my first time doing it- and then she kinda...she like held me there. I couldn't really breathe so i started to panic and tried to push her away. She didn't let go. When she finally did I didn't want to do anything after but I guess she convinced me or guilted me into having sex after.”

“Oh my god...that's why you dont-”

I nodded.

Her semi silent tears exploded again and i wanted to shake her. There wasn't any need to cry over me or even take pity upon me.  “Eri, stop it. Stop crying.”

“Don't tell me to stop crying! All this shit happened to you and it makes me pissed! Im angry you felt like you couldn't tell anyone. I'm upset at myself for not being there for you. I feel guilty for all those times i asked you to go down on me. And worst of all i want to hurt the bitches that did this to you. Like really hurt them.”

“Don't. I just wanted you to know. I was the one that felt guilty about leaving you on read. I got swallowed up by everything and it was like I wasn't allowed to even be with my friends. I'm thankful that you're worried about me and i'm definitely glad you're here with me now but I don't want to focus on the bad stuff anymore...can we just, maybe, stop talking about it?”

Eri wiped at the tears and nodded. “Yeah, yeah! Shit, of course. I’m sorry. You don’t have to think of it anymore because of me.” She enveloped me in another death grip hug, plastering me to her chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist, setting my head on her shoulder and closing my eyes for just a moment. I could smell her- the mintiness of her shampoo, the florals of her perfume, and the underlying muskiness of our sex. Paired with the heat of her body it was the most comforting thing i had felt all month. I sighed softly, giving her shoulder a quick kiss before pulling away. I kept my hands on her waist and looked up at her. “Do you...will you stay here tonight?”

“Duh.” She smiled. “I'd be totally okay with that.” I reciprocated her smile and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. She stayed close, adding a few more pecks until i leaned into her harder. Her hands fell to my shoulders, gripping them tightly as mine slipped to her hips. Just as I beckoned for her to part her lips she pulled away, leaving me confused. “Um...is this ok?” She whispered, nibbling on her lip nervously.

“If it was okay in the bathroom, why wouldn’t it be okay now?” I scoffed.

“Because...of everything we just talked about. I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Remember how you did the same for me at the beach? I want to be sure you don’t feel-”

“I don’t feel like shit when I’m with you Eri, trust me. I guess I never told you but...don’t take this the wrong way ok? But like-” I exhaled deeply and dropped my head back onto the seat of the couch. “But when we fuck I don’t feel like anything’s wrong. I don’t feel like I have to be in my head, or wrapped up in shit that’s happened to me, or even like I’m rushing through it just to get off. It feels good.” I could see the hint of redness color her cheeks and it made my palms sweat. I pulled them away from her hips and wiped them furiously on my jeans, failing at trying to be as casual as I could be. I didn’t want it to seem like it was something that would ruin our fuck buddy relationship. I didn’t want that at all.

“I'm glad i can make you feel good. That's all i want, Johnny.” She said softly.

“C'mere.” I sighed, pulling her into my lap. “Promise me you wont worry about me that much?”

“Absolutely not.” She adjusted herself so that she straddled my thighs. “All i'm gonna do is worry about you now. You big dumb ass.” She resumed her gentle kisses and I dove back in to trying to pull more out of her. Anything to get my mind off of this. Too many emotions at once gave me a sick panicky feeling and retreating to sex was my comfort zone of all things, especially with Eri. With all the heavy talk I wanted to go back to burying it deep down inside my brain and my heart, trapped with all the other shit i had been through. I wanted to move on. I wanted to be free. Maybe i should be taking more time to properly heal and process it but i just wasn't capable of doing that. At least not now. Maybe somewhere down the line when i was in my mid thirties and having a crisis in therapy I could address it. But for now I was content with shoving it aside and convincing myself that I was alright. I need that intimate touch with Eri to help me forget and metaphorically wash away the dead feeling my body had from having sex with a destructive force of nature. I let my mind snap back to our kiss just as her lips parted and I could slip my tongue in. I sighed into her mouth, moving past my traumatic thoughts and letting my fingers trail up and down her spine.

Getting lost in her lips was a better addiction than any drug I'd ever done before. The way they felt against mine made me never want to stop kissing her. I didn't need to breathe, i just needed her against me. Her fingers crept into my hair, twirling around a few strands. Just as I kissed at her bottom lip she let out a soft whimper. “It still hurts, jerk.”

I smiled a bit, remembering my handiwork of almost tearing into the tenderness of her lips. A little part of me liked it, making it akin to her knowing that she was mine in that moment. “Oh, now you're gonna complain, princess?”

“D-dont call me that.” She whispered, touching her fingers to her tender lip.

“Why?”

“Because it's...i mean it goes with the whole...um-uh-" She turned her voice down to a whisper. “Daddy thing.”

Shit. I had almost forgotten about that. But how could I? It triggered something in me. Something i never even knew I desired. It made me want to do filthy flithy things and get lost in the way she begged for me. My own cheeks started to heat up just at the thought. “Right...so...uh...is that a thing between us now or?”

“I dont know! I mean it's still...there's like more to it than just the name and I dont think it's gonna be your gig!”

“How do you know that?” I tapped her forehead with mine gently and gave her another kiss. “Maybe I like all the shit you're into.”

“Name one single kink you have.”

“I like the hair pulling.”

“That's like normal people stuff, Johnny.” She practically laughed. “All i'm saying is that there's dynamics, trust, and learning that goes with using that word. It's more complicated than you think.”

“Does it mean i can control you?”

“EXCUSE.” She yelled.

“WHAT!? I'm just asking. I'm curious. Can't i be curious?”

“Well yeah but...i didn't think we'd be having this conversation so suddenly and especially not after everything that's happened.”

“I still like sex, Eri. I still want to have sex. I want to have good sex so that way my body doesn't shut down completely and i'm reminded of what it's like to not have control. Hence, why I asked. Can i have control of you?”

“Well...i mean…” she fidgeted against me and groped at the ends her hair. This was the first time I had ever really seen her so docile. It was a bit strange but i was beginning to like it almost as much as i liked her fiery “take no bullshit” personality. “Not all the time. Only in the bedroom, or bathroom...or i guess bumper cars too.”

“Interesting.” So she was giving me permission. Now what to do with that exactly. I was diving into new territory and while it was a hell of a lot more frightening than it was thrilling, the spark of curiosity was ever growing. Control was something I definitely needed during sex. I wouldn't be able to function without it. I didn't exactly see it as a kink thing, it was more of a me thing and how my mind reacted when I fucked. It was like a defensive mechanism that went off as soon as I was in someone. “Ok. So...another thing.” I started.

“Oh boy.” She took a deep breath and exhaled dramatically. “What else?”

“The choking.”

She scrunched up her body and wiggled in the most uncomfortable way. “Right. Uh...that's a thing I like. Not everyone does and you don't have to do it if you don't want to! And if you're trying to be kinky because of me you really really don't have to. I can have regular sex.”

“I want to try some things. The choking is a bit much but if you're okay with it and if i'm doing it right then maybe i'd be willing to do it again.” I confessed.

She covered her face and dove her head into my chest. “Oh my god. I can't believe we're doing this.”

“Why are you so off put by us doing it but not by Ten or Yuta?”

“Because!” She said, practically muffled by the barriers of our skin. “I never expected this from you! It's a little weird!”

“What's so weird about it?”

“I-you- we...ugh, i don't know! I guess i just…” She didn't look at me when she trailed off in her thoughts. She tugged harder on her hair, pulling a few strands free. I pulled her hands away before it got any worse.

“You're stressed.” I noted.

“It's a lot in one night to process. And i know you want to talk about this stuff between us right now because you want to ignore what happened. I get that, i really do. It feels good to ignore shit but it's a ticking time bomb.”

“I know that. The bomb has exploded a few times but it's all I can do right now. If you dont want to talk about kink stuff or sex or my life then that's fine.”

“Nonononono!” She waved her hand frantically as if to stop me. “I do! I like our talk but i'm...i don't want it to get too messy between us. I take the kink thing seriously. They're different relationships compared to romances or friendships, though they can cross over. So even if mutual friends do it and something happens where there’s disconnect or trust issues than it can be difficult to repair that. On top of that, you and I are-we're really connected. I keep forgiving you, you keep thinking about me. We're fucking stupid.”

“That's for damn sure. I know what I want from you.” I lied. “It's just sex.” Idiot, stop talking right now. “That's all it is, Eri.” Jesus christ, why do you do this to yourself?

It may have been in my imagination but maybe her deep brown eyes showed a hint of hurt in them. She quickly smiled as if would create a clean slate. “Well duh!” She laughed, which seemed a bit forced. “What else would it be! We're just friends. Who fuck. A lot. Just friends.”

I nodded, feeling my heart clench behind my rib cage. My mind was screaming to blurt out that I liked her but the chains that shackled me to my inability to fully trust anyone prevented me from heading in that new direction. “Just friends.”

She returned my nod as if we had just sealed a pact. “Um...so we're friends. Who fuck. And now you want to try being my-” She whispered again like the word was suddenly going to condemn her. “Daddy.”

“I mean…” What the fuck did I even mean? “Yes?”

She flopped into my chest again and i could tell we were on the same level of confusion, exhaustion, and frustration. Eri had been right all along and I should've listened to her. It was too much all at once. “Hey, do you want some clothes to change into so that way you're not all covered in straps and buckles and shit?” I said, trying to flip the conversation entirely.

“Oh!” She seemed grateful for the change of pace. “Yes, please. I'm ready to yeet this damn bra off.”

“What's your costume even supposed to be anyway?” I asked.

“I dont know,” She shrugged. “I just put together anything that looked slutty. Call me like a black cat or something.”

I flicked the metal o-ring on her collar. “Yeah, with your kitty collar.” I meant it as a joke but i could see by the way her she ducked her head and avoided me that she was thinking of something else. “Eri, oh my god.”

“What?! I didn't say anything!”

“You didn't have to, you kinky slut. I didn't mean it like that.” She hit my chest playfully.

“Shut up!” Eri shimmied off me and stood up between my legs. Her thighs were in my face now and i couldn't help but run my hands over them and cup her ass. This was my favorite part about her and i could kiss them for hours if she let me. I felt her tap my forehead. “Now you're being the slut. Come pick something for me to wear. I don't know where your clothes are.”

I patted her ass, beckoning her to move so i could get up myself. She moved back and headed towards my room. I was still slowly getting up from the floor when i heard her gasp. “What happened?!” I panicked and went to her side. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary though. “What's wrong?”

“Who's room is this? It's so clean!” She clutched her chest, over dramatically, and looked around. “There's no starbucks cups! And it smells so nice! Clothes are in the laundry basket! Oh my!”

“Ha ha, very funny. Sometimes cleaning your room during a severe depression episode helps. I just wanted something to help make me feel better.”

I went over to my closet while she poked around still raptured by the fact that she could now see my floor. I pushed through some of my gym shirts and button ups and found a hoodie that i thought might fit her. I pulled it out, waiting to hand it over to her, when i saw her fingers dancing over the keys of my electric keyboard. Her attention turned towards my acoustic guitar after, her head cocking just a bit to the side.

“So i'm not the only one with a music secret?”

“I dont keep it a secret. I make music with the guys all the time. It's just been really hard lately.”

“Mhm…” Eri pressed her lips together, her eyes darting to the left as if she was mulling over something. “So...if you're in journalism are you doing music journalism like I am?”

I shook my head and kind of laughed. I guess school and life shit never came up between us when we were fucking each others brains out. “No, photojournalism actually. I'm getting a minor in music production but I want to do mostly photojournalism.”

“I don't think you can get a degree by taking thirst trap gym pictures for instagram, Johnny boy.” She nudged my shoulder back playfully and i just rolled my eyes at her.

“I don't just take those kinds of pictures. I do other stuff. Better stuff. More meaningful stuff.” I leaned back against my dresser, the hoodie still in hand as i waited for her to start disrobing. She began with the collar, unbuckling it from around her neck and letting it fall against the harness. She turned towards me when she struggled to get to the straps behind her. I set the hoodie between my knees and pried at the metal clusterfuck. She pulled her hair over her shoulders. My eyes instantly went to the tattoos she had across her shoulder blades. I was tracing over the designs in my mind, falling deep in thought and not hearing what she was saying. I trailed up to her neck and could see the faintest dark mark from where my fingers dug into her throat. I swallowed hard. I don't know what had possessed me to give in to what she wanted. Choking wasn't something i had ever wanted to do yet she had somehow seduced me into it like some sort of vinyl clad succubus that had control over me with that little word she mistakenly (or not so mistakenly) uttered.

She looked back at me. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh? What?” I blinked and refocused on getting the straps of the harness loose. “Uh, what did you say?”

She pulled off the harness and took off her bra, sighing in relief. “I said i want to see some of your “meaningful stuff” since you said you're not always taking thirst trap pics and gym selfies.”

“Oh! Uh...i mean sure.” I handed her the hoodie which she slipped on before discarding the rest of her clothes and her boots. She looked much more cozy than before and i found myself preferring this look rather than her glammed up dominatrix gear. The sleeves of my hoodie were too long for her arms, dangling far past her small hands. She swung her arms a bit, wiggling her hips as she watched the excess fabric flop around. I couldn't help but laugh. “What the hell are you doing?”

She wiggled her arms out at me. “I don't know. They're so long on me it makes me think of an octopus.” She shrugged and became a little bit more reserved. “Sorry, i kinda do weird shit all the time.”

“Yeah, you definitely are weird that's for sure.”

“Tell me something I dont know.”

“I used to do this parrot impression for my mom when i was a kid.” I said.

“What in the fuck?” She laughed, covering half of her face with her sleeves as if to hide from second hand embarrassment.

“That's something you don't know but now you do. And i would show it to you but i don't think you deserve to see my great skill.”

“PLEASE, spare me. I don't want to hear you squawk like a parrot for the love of god.” She pawed at me with her hand as she stepped closer and set her head on my chest. I subconsciously wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled out my phone. I went to my photography Instagram and held it out for her to see.

“But anyway, parrot impression aside, here's my photography stuff. I mean it's not great or anything but...you know, i like it.”

She pushed the sleeves up her arms until her little hands were free and grabbed my phone, scrolling through my pictures. I felt my heartbeat increase with nervousness. I think i might've been scared to hear what she actually thought of my work; i guess i was putting value on her opinions and possibly wanting to...impress her? I was half prepared to hear that it all sucked but definitely not prepared for what she actually said.

“Johnny, you're so beautiful.”

I whipped my head towards her, stunned completely at those little words that i had never heard coupled together in my entire life. “W-what?” She angled my phone so i could see a self portrait i had done of me during the sunset. I thought it was a weak composition but for her to think that i was actually...beautiful? “It’s just...it's just a self portrait. I was just trying to experiment with lighting and-”

“You're beautiful, idiot. And talented. I love all of these.” She scrolled some more and almost let out a dreamy sigh. “This one...this one is perfect.” The new tile she had expanded was that of my eye filtering through the brightness of the sun and bringing out the kaleidoscope of colors my iris could make. Her cheeks looked a little warmer and i could have sworn she had let out a tiny giggle of pleasure.

“What? It's just my eye.”

“Yeah but your eyes are that perfect shade of brown that can do all sorts of things. I remember at the party right before you kissed me, the kitchen light reflected in them and they turned into a warm honey color and it was...um...nice. Sorry…” Her excitement seemed to die down and she handed my phone back to me. “I kinda made it weird…”

My palms were started to sweat again and i couldn't quite figure out how to respond. No one had ever talked about me or any of my features in that manner. I could say the same about her but currently my throat was turning into a knot. I pulled away from her and tossed my phone on my desk trying to focus on anything else. She padded over to my bed and sat down, keeping her distance and vow of silence. The only thing that interrupted it was the loud growl from her stomach. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. “I take it you’re hungry?”

“Well...It may have been like...6 hours since I actually ate at work.”

“Eri. Seriously?”

“Look, I had to start getting ready for the party. It takes me an hour and a half to look like this!” She circled her hand around her face that (though a little messed up now) had makeup caked on that made her look like some alternative Instagram model.

“Oh my god. Ok, can I interest you in a carpet picnic of-” I thought to what I had in my fridge. “A bunch of pizza rolls and french fries, a half bottle of bottom shelf whiskey, and some cigarettes that you entirely loathe but will smoke anyway?”

“Oh Johnny!” She giggled jokingly. “How utterly romantic. You know a way directly to my heart.”

I shrugged. “What can I say, i’m a charmer. I’m gonna put the pizza rolls in.”

“Uh, should I just stay in here?”

I shrugged. “Do whatever you want, babe.” I headed towards the kitchen and grabbed the giant bag of pizza rolls and fries from the freezer. I pulled a mostly clean baking sheet from the oven and dumped the food on it. I tried to remember when I even kept the shitty whiskey. I checked the fridge and thankfully it was way in the back behind some old chinese cartons and milk. I pulled it out and set it on the counter, finding some leftover plastic shot glasses I normally used for parties. Just as i was setting the food in the oven she joined me in the kitchen, hopping onto the counter and opening the whiskey.

She poured out two shots and held it out to me. “You need it.”

“I need to become an alcoholic to deal with all the shit im going through.” I chuckled. We held up the glasses up in a silent toast before tossing them back. She instantly poured us another one.

“Don't become an alcoholic. I'm already the alcoholic in this relationship. You're the delinquent drug user and nymphomaniac.”

“Excuse me. I am not a nympho. I can go without sex.”

“Wanna bet?” She smirked and tossed back another shot.

“No. I know i'd lose.”

“I know, that's why i want to. Since i'll win i can ask you to do a favor for me.”

“Oh no.” I protested already seeing that devilish look in her eye. “I don't trust you.”

“C'mooonnn. Dont be a chicken. I won't make it so bad. Let's see if you can last until tomorrow. I'll make it easy.” She propositioned.

“Fine. I can do until tomorrow.” I drank my shot and set it down on the counter, rubbing my chest at the after burn.

Suddenly, Eri was caressing my face, guiding me towards her for a gentle kiss. “In all seriousness i'm glad you're okay after everything. Physically, i mean. I'm sure you're still working on the mentally.”

“I'll be fine, Eri. One day at a time, yeah?”

She nodded and hummed a little in agreement. My lips hovered over hers for a moment, hesitating before giving in. I wrapped my hand around hers, pulling it away from my face to entwine our fingers together. Our kiss was much more slower than before, so that way she wouldn't complain about me hurting her sore lip. Between our tongues tangling I could hear the soft moan of my name. I pulled away just a bit. “Hmm?”

“I could kiss you for hours.” She confessed, adding a gentle squeeze to my hand. I nodded against her, my breath speeding up as my heart thundered.

“That's for damn sure. You're always driving me crazy with those lips of yours.”

“I could say the same about you.” She sealed her statement with another kiss, driving us into another session unaffected by time and boredom. That was until i smelled the beginnings of something burning.

“Fuck!” I pulled away from her quickly and rushed to grab a pot holder. I opened the oven door and saw that the pizza rolls were getting a bit too brown but I was able to save them before they were little charcoal blocks. I took the whole pan out and set it on top of the stove to let it cool. 

“Good job, chef.” Eri chuckled as she poked at me with her foot.

“Well, if I hadn't been distracted then maybe I could've taken them out in time.” I swatted at her foot gently, scrunching away when she continued her playful pokes. “I'm gonna beat your little ass.” I joked.

She jumped down from the counter and over my shoulder I could see her walking towards the couch. “Ooh, spank me, Daddy.” I could tell she was joking but the coy little look on her face told me she was still testing those forbidden awkward waters. I shook my head; this chick was ridiculous and I loved it. I grabbed some plates for us and loaded them up, tucking the bottle of whiskey under my arm as i balanced everything. I set the plates down on the coffee table and plopped down beside her in front of the couch.

“Wanna watch something?” I suggested.

She nodded. “Put a scary movie on or a serial killer documentary. It helps me fall asleep.” She ended her sentence with a yawn.

“You fall asleep to the sound of people getting murdered?”

“Yeah, doesn't everyone?” She laughed. “I’m just used to the sounds and the documentaries are soft spoken. It's nice background sounds.”

“Alright, weirdo.” I complied with her request, searching through my netflix for something she deemed interesting enough. We eventually settled on Friday the 13th and fell into a rhythm of eating, laughing at the terrible acting, and Eri telling me her favorite things about scary movies. It was almost stereotypical but she was absolutely adorable when she got so passionate about describing her favorite type of movie blood, murder weapon, and trope. Occasionally she would feed me a pizza roll or french fry and laugh when it was too hot and burned my tongue. Spending time like this, just hanging out without any craziness, parties, or people around us was amazing. She was becoming more than just a pretty face and a sex god. She was actually showing her personality. It was my turn to say that she was showing her humanity.

When the food was done and whiskey gone i realized that we were cuddled up together in front of the couch. I had gotten a blanket from my room to make sure she was warm enough and changed into some temporary pjs. Her eyelids were getting heavier and she was on the verge of completely passing out. “Eri, baby, you want to go to my bed?”

She perked her head up, sleepily. “No, no. We're watching the movie.”

“It's almost done.”

“Hmm, stay here.” She tugged on my shirt, keeping me close. I sighed and complied, even though my ass was starting to get sore from sitting on the floor all this time. I kissed the top of her head before sinking down so i could rest my head in her lap. It gave my back a break and my tailbone some room to breathe. Her fingers combed through my hair, pushing it back and scratching at my scalp every once in awhile. That in of itself was like a lullaby to me. I felt my eyes getting heavy and heard the soft hums of a song i half recognized. I set her other hand on my stomach, letting her fingers crawl underneath my tank top to rub at the skin there. This was amazing. Everything felt so warm and perfect and I thought I could finally sleep in peace.

But I was fucking wrong.

I don't know how long it took for me to slip into a panic. Flashes of Rixi and my past mistakes were dancing behind my fluttering eyelids and I tried to push them away. My breath was gone. All i could do was let out a harsh rasp as if something was choking the life out of me. My heart felt like it was going to explode any moment. The damn void surrounded me and swallowed me up, replaying my internal screams until i felt my body shake hard.

“Hey, hey! Johnny, baby, look at me. Are you ok?”

My eyes flew open and I shot up, trying to suck in air with heavy gasps. I felt sweat pouring down the sides of my face. I was trembling and couldn't control it. It finally clicked that I was at home and had been for a few hours. Eri was still beside me, complete fear staining her face. Her silhouette was surrounded by the light of the tv in an almost angelic halo. My heart continued to storm throughout my entire system and made my ears thunder. My breath still couldn't catch up with the rest of my body and it was a battle to try and focus on getting a single inhale. I could see her mouth moving but the words weren't registering. I tried clutching at her, screaming for her to help pull me out, but my limbs were dead and it felt like she was still out of my grasp no matter if I tried or not.

“Johnny! Look at me! I need you to focus!” I heard her snap her fingers as she turned my head towards her. Her voice was finally hitting my ear drums and I blinked a few times as I came out of my confused stupor. She set one of my hands over her heart. “Do you feel the way I’m breathing? I need you to do that with me right now.”

I looked down at my hand then back up at her, still unable to speak. Beneath my fingers her heart was beating a little fast but her breaths were much more steady than my own. She inhaled, holding it for a moment before letting it go. “With me Johnny, come on. In and out.” She repeated her steady breaths and I inhaled with her. A sharp pain swam through my chest but I forced myself through it to exhale. In and out, in and out, over and over until the weight lifted off my ribs. God, i wanted to cry. This one was so much worse then the ones i had nights before. It scared me shitless. I pulled away from Eri and tried to stand up. “Hey, take it easy. Relax for a second.” She said, grabbing a hold of my arm to keep me down beside her.

“Let me go.” I said, more sternly than I should have. I didn’t know exactly what I wanted to do or how to calm down. I shook off her grip on me and went to my room, spending my time pacing like a mad man. Eventually she made her way over to the doorway, waiting for me to acknowledge her.

“Johnny…” She said softly. I shook my head, not knowing what for. Did I need space? Did I want space from her? I shook out my hands nervously, continuing my pacing. She took a tentative step towards me and tried reaching out. “Hey, I can help you through this you know.”

“You don’t-” I took another breath. “You don’t know how this feels.” My voice was a shaky mess.

“Hah,” she scoffed. “Good assumption. Trust me. I’ve had panic attacks where I went unconscious and barely remember what happened. I know what it’s like to go through something as serious as this. But you’ve got too much going on in your body right now. If you don’t take a second to stop you are literally going to make things worse.”

“I know how my fuckin’ body reacts, okay?!” I yelled. She nodded solemnly and kept quiet. I was lashing out just because I never wanted anyone to see me have a night terror. I wasn’t ready for that level of vulnerability yet, especially not with my fuck buddy that I thought about constantly and wanted to save me from myself. It was layer after layer of toxic thoughts but I just couldn’t help it. I wanted to kick her out but at the same time I wanted her to stay. I wanted her against me, i wanted her voice to keep guiding me through this. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to drink. I wanted to smoke. I wanted to be a destructive force and I had to stop. Please, I need it to stop. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“I know, I know. Is it okay if I touch you or are you still hypersensitive?”

“Ye-yeah, it’s ok. I was just-”

“Confused, I know.” She stepped closer and grabbed onto me, gently pushing me towards the bed. I sat on the edge, my leg bouncing furiously. She took my face in her hands and guided me to look in her eyes. “I’m right here. I’m staying right here. Do you know what you need?”

“Can you get the weed out my drawer?”

“I don’t think that may be best right now.” She said.

“I literally smoke it for anxiety.”

“Yeah but...no offense- actually kind of full offense- you’re broke. You don’t get good stuff or medicinal quality shit. It’s honestly just a coping mechanism like your regular cigarettes are at this point. If you smoke enough you could probably trip but i feel like it’s going to fuck up your system. We can lay down together instead.”

“No. I’ll just get it myself.” I stood up, still unable to stay in one place for long, but she kept her small frame in front of me in hopes of blocking my every move. “Eri, move.”

“Johnny, please just hear me out-”

“Move!”

She set the sweater sleeves over her face, hiding from me completely. She finally stepped away and I could hear her small sniffles. Guilt was riddling my stomach as I went to my drawer and got out the cigarette case that held all my blunts. I lit one up, taking in a deep exhale and holding it in until it burned. “I hate seeing you like this…” She whispered.

“Yeah, well I fuckin’ hate being like this, but here we are. You can leave if you want to. Nothing’s keeping you here, especially if you don’t like what I’m doing.”

“I don’t...you need someone. I’m okay with being that someone.”

“I don’t need anyone.”

“That’s the problem in the first place Johnny. You’re closing yourself off. You have moments when you let people in but not enough for anyone to truly help you.”

“Maybe I don’t want help.” I lied.

“You do. I know you do. I know I can’t break that wall down in a day but you can trust me to be right here.”

I took another hit and kept my back towards her. We stayed in silence for a bit more while I mulled over her words. I knew what she was doing was exactly what I needed, but my defense mechanism to block out everyone was in overdrive. She was never supposed to see me this weak. No one was. I rested my elbows on top of my dressed and cradled my head in my hands. I could feel a tension headache surmounting in the back of my skull making my head pound. The shaking in my hands continued even as I puffed away. When one was done, I lit another without a moment in between, stuffing my almost full ashtray even more. Soon enough I felt her fingers grace my shoulders. The way she looked at me had me hating myself. “I don’t know what I want Eri.” My voice cracked and I took a smaller hit, trying to push back the tears that were threatening to fall.

She stood on her tiptoes, slowly moving her hands up my chest until they wrapped around my neck. I set the blunt in the ashtray and turned towards her fully setting my hands underneath her ass to pull her against me more. She kissed me then, drawn out and cautious, letting the reminder of smoke i held in flow into her mouth. Her tongue drew mines out, sucking on it deeply as her fingers danced at the nape of my neck. “This isn't good for you either.” She gasped in between the few moments of our lips parting.

“What do you mean?”

“Me.”

“You are. You're good. Too damn good for me.” I pressed my forehead against hers and begged for another kiss. She kept herself at bay, shaking her head as she moved to cup my neck.

“We shouldn't do this. It's not healthy.”

“Coming from someone who drinks and parties her problems away, i don't think either of us are fuckin’ healthy right now.”

“I try not to…” She whimpered and I realized it might have stung more than I intended. “But that's why I said I understand everything. We go through the same shit. We know when things are wrong but-”

“We keep doing them. Every time, i come back to you.”

“Yeah…” Her hand caressed my face now, her eyes flowing up towards mine to reflect every ounce of hurt I felt. “Why is fucking our solution to everything?”

I closed my eyes and grabbed a firm hold of her ass to pull her up around my waist. She wrapped her bare legs around me, squeezing me to the warmth between her thighs. I swallowed hard. “Because, nothing feels better than drowning in someone rather than dealing with pain and heartache.”

“I just want to help. I just want to make you feel better, John…” She buried her face in my neck, gripping onto me like she was going to lose me then and I led her to my bed, laying her down gently. “I don't know how else to do it, Johnny. Tell me.”

“You. Give me you.” I exhaled and pressed myself harder against her, keeping her legs wrapped around me tight. I got lost in her lips again while my hands grabbed and caressed everything I could. Her chest filled up my palm and I kneaded her breast with everlasting attention. Her tiny and barely audible moans coated my tongue as she sucked it into her mouth. My brows furrowed and i ground my hips into her center letting her know that it was exactly what I wanted. Though she looked so perfect in my hoodie I needed it off her. I reluctantly left her breast and slid my hand under the fabric, shoving it towards her shoulders. She wiggled her arms free before pulling me back down to her again. My lips covered her neck this time, flowing over the imprint I had left behind earlier.

Meanwhile, she was exploring the expanse of my back, her hands creeping lower until she grabbed my ass. The thin fabric between wasn't enough to keep her warmth or wetness away from me. If anything it drew me in more, as if i was under a spell and needed to feel how i felt just hours before. My body tensed in anticipation and i could feel myself stirring again with renewed vigor. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” She ran her fingers through my hair again, her voice a sweet invitation to pleasure. I nodded eagerly, ready to feel any and every inch of her skin against mine. She gripped my hair and used the force in her thighs to push me down on the bed, switching our positions so she was on top. I sucked in a breath, biting my lip  as I watched every move she made. My hands moved on their own accord, sliding over her thighs and grabbing a hold of the waistband of her panties. I gave her a little tug, making her fall forwards onto my chest. She planted her hand beside my head, steadying herself a bit. “You need to let me do this for you.”

“I'm letting you.” I whispered, truly believing that she was in control but she shook her head at me, snubbing me as a liar.

“No, you're not. Relax, Johnny. Don't you think i know how to treat my man?” My eyes widened at her words and my body stiffened as her lips trailed a fiery path down my throat towards my chest. I was trying to form a response but my brain faded as soon as I felt her nails drag down my ribs and her tongue flash over my nipple. I couldn’t help the curses I whispered or the fact that my hand gripped the back of her head, planting her there. The way her tongue and teeth ran over that sensitive area had me throbbing and arching towards her body. Her nails eased down from my ribs over to my stomach until they reached my pants. She pulled away from me and shuffled herself off the bed to pull them off. I lifted my hips to help her and tossed away my tank top, feeling a bit more free and less suffocated.

“What about those?” I motioned towards the simple black thong she had on. I wanted to see her again, especially as I thrusted inside her.

She shook her head. “Be patient.” She pressed herself onto her knees and spread my thighs a bit wider. I shuffled up more on the bed giving her a bit more room to comfortably stay between my legs and suck me down. My head rested back against my pillow as her lips sealed around my cock, sliding down my shaft and covering my veins in her tongue. She was driving strangled pants out of me already and I couldn't help but dig my hand into her curls again. Her hands rubbed my inner thighs, spreading warmth over them before maneuvering down to cup my balls. Her thumb rolled over each one, adding pressure every so often as her cheeks started to hollow out around as much as she could handle. I licked my lips and tried to keep as quiet as I could but this was bliss.

She popped off my cock and planted kisses to the underside of my shaft. Her mouth went lower and her tongue traced the same pattern her thumbs had across my balls. One after the other she took them into her warm wet heat and I pulled at her hair hard, wanting to fill her mouth entirely. She whimpered, the small timbre making me shudder and ease out her name within a groan. “Fuck...Eri…”

I wasn't even looking down at her but I could feel those dark eyes on me, watching my every breath and tense of my muscles. My hips could only try and press up towards her lips though she denied that satisfaction. She moved even lower, kissing and adding heated kitten licks to the sensitive area behind my balls. My body shot up, my legs tensing completely. She looked up at me innocently enough, her ass poised in the air and lips glistening. “Relax, it feels good. Trust me.”

“What is it?” I swallowed thickly.

She smirked and almost giggled. “Don’t worry.” She set her hand on my chest and pushed me back down onto the mattress while her other fingers danced across that sensitive patch of skin she had discovered. My thighs almost bucked closed but she made sure she could keep them open. She kept her place between them, taking me in her mouth again. The combination of her teasing and deep sucks made me cover my mouth to shield any loud moans from escaping. My other hand left her hair to clutch at the sheets beside me, trembling as I fisted them tight. Her tongue slid over my slit, dipping in and drawing out the bit of pre cum already leaking. I felt a throb straight through my length. It made my toes curl and my back arch a bit. I could feel my orgasm approaching and I didn’t want it to end just yet.

“Eri!”

She jumped up, licking her lips and looking at me wide eyed. “W-what?”

“N-not...um, not yet.”

She smiled and crawled her way up to my face. “Don’t worry, you’ll be inside me when you do.”

“F-fuck…” I shuddered at her words and kissed her hard, letting her wrap her delicate fingers around me and give a few pulls to my already heated and sensitive cock. I set my hand on her ass, grabbing a hold of her stupid panties and tearing at them. “N-need...now.”

She wiggled out of them, kicking them off her ankle before beckoning me on top of her. Her wish was my command and soon enough I was looking down at her as her lip stayed trapped between her teeth and she guided me in. “Slow,” She whispered. “I’m still a bit sore from earlier.”

I nodded and sunk into her heated depths. I loved the way she wrapped around me, suffocated me, letting me go as deep as I could. I set my head beside hers on the pillow, adding small kisses to her shoulder and collar bone. I heard her wince as I started my first thrust, making me stop. “Sssh, daddy’s got you.” Wait, whoa fuck. I pressed my lips together, my body frozen. Shit, i really said that. But Eri didn’t seem at all embarrassed unlike I was. Instead, she wrapped her arms under my own, spreading her fingers across my shoulder blades as she held on. If she wasn’t going to acknowledge it then I would pretend it never happened either.

“Keep going…” She said. “Please…”

This was what she wanted then. She liked what i had said and the fact that I needed her this much. Maybe she needed me as much as I needed her. Maybe we were made for each other. I shook my head and sunk my teeth into her shoulder, her pained whimper filling my ear. I kept my thrusts slow and steady even though i wanted to fuck all these intrusive thoughts away. I didn't have time to think about this. It's just a fuck, Johnny. A fuck you need to put your mind at ease and get back to sleep. It's...it's just a…

My need to tear through her at a fast pace dwindled as i realized how much the gentleness was worth it. I pulled away from her shoulder and looked at her, amazed by how fucking stunning she was. Her full lips were pouted open just enough to let the softest of mewls fill the space between us. Her hair spread across the pillows like a crown of amethyst and her beautifully rich skin glowed with a pink flush. Though her makeup was a mess she still seemed...beautiful. I was thankful her eyes were closed because she wouldn't be able to see the shock on my face. God, my head was swimming and she was devouring me. I was only getting weaker against her and she was everything I wanted.

“It's ok now,” she cooed once she felt my body pause. Her knee slipped from around my waist towards my ribs letting me sink in almost to the hilt. “You can go a little faster.”

“I don't want to hurt you.” I finally said. My voice was trembling.

She shook her head. “It won't now, baby. Trust me. I want to feel you cum.”

“I-inside?”

She buried her face against my shoulder and I could barely make out her whisper. “Just cum, okay?”

I nodded and finally sped up my thrusts getting a bit more relief than when i was going slow and feeling every painstakingly good thing about her. Her sweet little moans were driving me crazy and i kissed her again just to try and keep her quiet. I buried my fingers in her hair, forcing her head to stay close. I was afraid now, more than ever. Sometimes fear was just a reflection of what we truly desired and i was afraid of the love she was giving me. The tenderness, the worry, the support, the protection. It was all I ever wanted and now that I had it i didnt know what to do with it but push it away. The insecure thoughts in my mind reminded me that I wasn't going to be able to escape this feeling. It was solidified when my lips pulled from hers and I could see her head tossed back against the pillows. Her body was arched perfectly against me as if we were molded together. My name was the only thing she could say beside ‘please’ and it brought me closer to finishing. My hand gripped the edge of the mattress and i used the leverage to fuck her harder.

She stretched around me, her nails digging fast tracks into my skin. I knew I was close but I wanted to spend every last moment up until the end inside her. Her muscles were flexing around me making my breath fade into non existence. My body tensed and melted at the same time and i managed to slide away from her warmth. I couldn't help the groan i let out as spurt after spurt painted her inner thighs and heated center. I kept my hold on the mattress so tight I was sure my knuckles were going white. It took a few minutes for me to ground myself and fully relax. I settled my head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat echo in my ears. “You ok?” She whispered.

No. On a lot of levels I was not. Even now that I had worked out some of the anxiety that sent my body into a hyper fit I still wasn't okay. I didn't know how to express that to her exactly especially since part of the reason that I wasn't okay was because i realized all too late that I may feel something deeper for her than I had ever imagined. The sex was supposed to be a cure all but now it just made me want to hide. It was too intimate and real way too fast. Why don't i ever listen to the rational side of my brain?

“Johnny?”

“What?” I grumbled, mad at myself.

She kissed the top of my head and wrapped her hand around mine. “If you can't sleep or don’t want to I’ll stay up with you.”

I sighed and rolled off her, rubbing both my hands across my face. “Nah, it’s chill. Go to sleep. I’ll be fine or whatever.”

“You don’t sound fine.” She said sadly.

“It’s not you, it’s me.”

“Wow, great. As if anything good ever came from that sentence being uttered between two people.”

“I’m serious, my heads just still all fucked up. Thinking about a lot of shit still.”

“I know I could tell...butttt you seemed pretty eager to fuck me again. Especially now that im covered in your cum.”

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. “I'm always eager to fuck you.” I admitted.

“Well duh. I'm great in the sack.” She cuddled against me and placed a kiss on my cheek. I was kicking myself the entire time but there was a bigger voice saying fuck it. Fuck the complicated ass feelings. If you could be happy for one night, one day, then do it. I deserved it. I'm going back to having fun.

“You didn't cum.” I said suddenly with my newfound realization and motivation.

She kissed my neck this time. “Don't care. It was about you, daddy.”

That damn word again. I hadn't even had a chance to relax and I was getting worked up again. “I care. I want you to feel good too. I was being kind of selfish.”

She shook her head. “I'm telling you, you did exactly what I wanted. I wanted you inside me and I wanted you to cum and feel good.”

“Get on top of me.” I commanded.

“Johnny you seriously-”

“Princess, do you think i'm joking? Get on top of me.”

Her cheeks flared up again and her mouth hung open a little. “I...um...o-okay.” She kept her head low as she crawled back over my hips.

“Fuck yourself on me. Now.”

“You sure? I-i mean, you just came so like...you'll be really sensitive and -Ah!!” I cut off her sentence with a slap to her thigh.

“Do it, Eri. I’m over these fucking feelings eating me up and I’ll be damned if it keeps happening and ruining my time with you-with anyone.”

She let out a cute whimper and lifted her hips up a bit. She guided my still mostly hard cock towards her entrance and sunk down slowly. I hissed harshly, squeezing my eyes shut tight as her body completely overwhelmed my sensitivity. I had never felt anything like this before. She hadn’t even started moving and I already felt like I was going to cum again. I tried to steady my breathing that was building rapidly. It almost felt as intense as my anxiety attack but this was one hell of a way for my body to react. I clawed at her hips, leaving my own marks behind as she began working her ass against me. This was exactly what I needed. My mind was a fucked out mess, only being able to concentrate on how good she felt instead of everything else and my body couldn’t keep up.

We were getting lost in each other and it seemed never ending. A rough grind here, a thrust there, our hands never straying away from one another. Her neck disappeared in my palm and she pressed her thumb against my throat testing the waters of my shaking frame. She was practically saying my new found title like a prayer, over and over as if it was going to tether her to some holy plane. I could barely manage any sounds. My voice was nonexistent though I wanted to scream for her. I wanted her to know that i was losing myself and never wanted to resurface. Her thighs quivered then, her tiny fingers clutching at my neck tighter.

Her moans were becoming rougher and more staggered until she finally came like i wanted. She fell forward onto me, burying her face in my chest as small shivers went throughout her system. It was enough to make my body react, reaching another orgasm that shocked the hell out of me. I had never got off more than once in such a short time frame. It was more intense and a bit longer than before and fuck it felt amazing. I didnt know i was even capable of doing that. “H-holy fuck…” i finally managed to say. “Eri, what the fuck did you do to me?”

She was so deep in my chest that her voice was muffled. “I'm guessing you found out that guys can have multiple orgasms without cumming, huh?”

“Oh my god...since when?”

She snorted. “It takes some practice and getting used to but it's possible. They don't teach you that shit in sex ed.”

I pushed my hair back and wiped at the sweat across my forehead. “Jesus…”

“Welcome to my,” her sentence was interrupted with a yawn. “World.”

I kissed her forehead and set my arms around her shoulder as i tried to process everything that happened between us. “Sleep, ok?”

“‘M sticky…” she mumbled.

Right. Fuck. My body felt like a sack of bricks but i parted from her gently and slowly worked my way to the bathroom, grabbing my towel from the back of my door. The apartment was still quiet and the automatic timer on the tv had shut it off leaving everything is darkness. I didn't even know if Jae had come home. I'd have to check my phone to see if he had texted me at some point. I managed to not trip on anything getting to the bathroom sink and wet the towel. Briefly i looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was sticking up in random places, lipstick smeared on my mouth and neck, and my eyes red. I splashed some water on my face and washed away the lipstick before heading back to my room.

Eri was splayed out in bed, her chest rising and falling gently. I realized she had already fallen asleep. I smiled as I took in her soft features and the way her lips pouted ever so slightly. I didn't want to disturb her so i cleaned her up as best as I could, ridding her of my leftover cum. When i was satisfied with my own cleanup i dove back into bed, setting my arm around her waist. I was afraid of falling back asleep but as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out, faded, satiated, and reminiscing on feelings I shouldn't be having.

--

When I woke up it was already later in the evening. My body was still sore and tired but also starving. My hunger got the best of me and I needed something soon. I rubbed at my eyes, blinking a few times to see that Eri was still being my little spoon. I pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades and sighed contently. I felt...good. Like really good. Like a fog had been lifted from my mind. For the first time in a month i felt like I could breathe easier and was happy to be alive. This was exactly what i needed. I tried sitting up a bit so i could prepare myself to start functioning but I noticed I was trapped inside her.

When the hell did that happen?

I dont remember us fooling around after we passed out, let alone getting hard enough again to stay inside her. Her warmth feel so good, even better when she shifted and backed herself up against me more. A soft sigh fell from her lips and I wondered if I should finish whatever the hell I had started. No. If i did she would keep me in this bed all damn day and I'd never get anything done. Slowly, I parted from her, biting my lip at the heated wetness that coated my cock still. I could grab a quick shower and take care of it then. I left her in bed and went about getting a shower (and jerk off session) in, scrubbing away a day and a half's worth of sweat and sex. I got on a fresh pair of pj pants and popped in my airpods, putting on my spotify list and heading to the kitchen.

There was about a half dozen texts from Jae and the group chat had blown up with about 50 messages, mostly from Yuta. Afterall he was there right in the thick of it and apparently was arguing with T.Y. for kicking Eri out. I didn't want to think about that now and only answered Jae letting him know that I was at the apartment. I worked through the fridge, getting what wasn't spoiled and remotely related to breakfast food out to start cooking. The music hit me as i was beating some eggs and i started dancing and singing along. I was enjoying it way too much and it was the best feeling ever.

In the middle of turning my omelet over I felt hands slide over my hip bones, resting beneath the band of my pajamas pants. Looking over my shoulder i could see Eri pressed into my back nuzzling against my skin. I set my omelet on a plate and popped out an airpod. I turned around and grabbed her waist, keeping her against me. She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck making us press our forehead together. I was still grooving to the music, making her sway with me as she giggled. “What’s gotten into you this morning-afternoon-thing?”

“Don’t know,” I hummed a bit. “Just don’t feel as shitty right now.”

“Ohh, aren’t those less depression days nice? Makes you not feel like dying as much.”

I nodded and closed my eyes, just liking the way she felt against me. “Oh baby, maybe it's that look in your eyes. They been telling me she wanna leave. She's been dancing with the devil all night. it's like Hell is where she wanna be…” My own little concert was cut short when i felt her hit my chest hard. “Ouch, what the hell?!”

“You never told me you could sing you-you-stupid hot bastard!” She exclaimed.

“Oh...I’m more than just a dick you know.”

“EXCUSE?! You of all people saying that! I should hit you again!”

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, fuck...oh my god. I didn’t mean-”

“I know.” I shrugged. “But I was joking, mostly. Just kinda feeling the song you know? Been listening to it on repeat and I finally feel good about music again.” I said.

“Will you sing for me some more?”

“Only if you’ll sing for me.”

“Well,” She laughed. “If you want me to scream in your face I will most certainly do that. But that’s all you get from me.”

“Oh right, your emo-screamo-twig bands. Serenade me with your lyrics about death and stabbing and going against the man.”

“As long as you serenade me about taking drugs and fucking girls because ‘i’m into it’.”

I leaned back against the counter, smirking a bit. “You listen to them too?”

“I listen to a lot of things.” She stood on her tiptoes and gave me a kiss. “I’m more than just a dick you know.”

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “You’re fucking weird.” I grabbed her ass that I loved so much and pulled her up for a deeper kiss. She wasted no time sliding my tongue past my teeth and I could taste the fresh mintiness of my mouthwash on her. I slid my hands up my hoodie she had put on again, exposing her ass completely and about ready to fuck her on the counter, food forgotten. That was until i heard a throat clear behind us.

Eri and I separated and adjusted ourselves before turning around to see Quinn standing in the kitchen. “Well sorry to interrupt you guys tongue fucking each other's mouths but now that you're up I can finally give Eri their phone.”

“My-? Fuck, i didn't even notice! Where was it?” Eri said.

“You left it in Taeyong's bathroom. After the kinda fight thing happened and you left, Jae and I were worried about where you and Johnny might have gone off too. I luckily found it when i was trying to call you.” She handed it over to Eri. “We got to and realized that you  the apartment around 3 am and realized you guys were here because of all the ‘oh daddy’, ‘daddy, yes! Please!’ getting screamed.”

Eri and I both stood up straighter, our faces crimson and heated. “I-i...i dont know what you're talking about!” Eri tried to lie.

“Don't bother trying to cover it up. You're getting louder, Eri.”

Eri hit Quinn with the fabric of the hoodie sleeve, making Quinn laugh amidst her incessant teasing. I didn't realize that we could be heard fucking. It wasn't something i was really used to with Eri. I could handle people hearing us moan but definitely not her saying...that. I didn't want people to know about that part of us just yet-or even at all. It was way too private. “I'm gonna kill you, Quinn, I swear it!” Eri exclaimed.

“Don't get so touchy! It was kinda hot listening to you guys.”

“You listened?!” I said. “What the hell, Quinn?!”

She just shrugged. “Ya’ll were being loud! Not like I had a choice! Anyway, Eri, Yuta has been blowing up your phone so you should check in with him. And Mama Doyoung wants to talk to you asap.”

“Fuck.” Eri whispered. “Doyoung is gonna kill me. Shit, I have to call him right now.”

“Why would Doyoung kill you?” I asked.

“It’s...nevermind. I may have to go see him.”

“Oh, also, one more thing.” Quinn started. “Jae and I are going to get boba this week.”

“I love boba!” Eri interrupted.

“I know. That’s why you and Johnny are going on a double date with us.”

“Whoa, wait what?!” I couldn’t help that my voice went up a few levels. “I dont- we are not dating or going out on dates!”

“Uh- huh so anyway, if ya’ll aren’t working Wednesday, we’re going then.”

Eri looked at Quinn then at me. “Uh...um...well...it’s not like a date-date, right? Friends get boba all the time. We get boba with Lucas and Yuta! Those aren’t dates.”

“Ok, whatever you wanna say. We’re going on a double date. So like be ready. I’m gonna go back to bed. I’m too tired.” Quinn gave Eri a kiss that lasted a little bit longer than I preferred. “Let me know how it goes with Doyoung, ok?”

Eri sighed and let Quinn leave, watching as she closed to door to Jae’s room before turning to me. “I’m so sorry. Quinn gets weird when they’re cranky and tired, ignore that. We’re not going on a date.”

I stayed quiet for a moment. “Do you always let Quinn kiss you like that?”

“Uh, what? Well, like...for the most part. Why?”

“Hmm.” My hands gripped tighter around the edge of the counter. Was I actually jealous or was Quinn just annoying me as usual? Eri looked up at me as I spaced out in my thoughts.

“Do you...not like that or something?”

“I mean, you can do whatever you want with your life. Go see Doyoung or whatever too.”

“Johnny, are you jealous?” She asked.

“Why would I be? You got shit to do, it’s fine.”

She cupped my face in her hand and made me look at her even though I didn’t want to.

“I’ll come back if I can, ok? Maybe…” She kissed my neck and trailed the kisses up to my ear. “We can sleep with you inside me again? Like this morning?”

I bit my lip, hating how good that sounded. There was no reason for me to feel all kinds of weird jealousy. I knew I fuckin’ had her in the palm of my hand. “Yeah...yeah, babe. Sounds good.”

She gave me a small bite beneath my jaw. I could feel the mark she was leaving behind already surfacing. I winced for a second before nudging my head away. “I’ll try and be quick okay?”

I just nodded and turned back to my omelet, grabbing a fork to stab into it. Eri went back to my room, probably to gather her discarded halloween outfit. I noticed she was keeping my hoodie on with her skirt and thigh highs instead of all the straps and shit she wore. She didn’t say anything about borrowing it or even about asking to keep it and neither did I. When she got to the door she gave me a little wave and before she left I called out to her.

“Hey, Eri?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll go on that date with you.”

--

Eri’s Pov

I got home and showered so I didn't completely smell like weed, body spray and sex before I went to go see Doyoung. I was so tired and worn out. I felt like my whole damn uterus was about to fall out and i was all kinds of fucked up over Johnny. He was doing shit to me that I never thought was possible. I set my head against the shower wall and sighed, letting the hot water run over me. The scratches he left behind were a little bit deeper than i thought and stung under the spray. I didn't want Doyoung to see any of the marks I had since i was almost 1000% sure he was going to grill me about Johnny. I sighed as i stepped out and dried myself off. I didn't have time to deep condition my hair so it was about to be on the hot mess express and not be ready for work tomorrow. I tied it up in a bun and went to my room to pull on some fresh clothes. I looked over at Johnny's hoodie that remained discarded on my bed and bit my lip as i pulled it close. I hugged it to my chest and nuzzled the hood, taking in the smell of it. It was just like his flannel that day, warm and musky. The cologne was faded and more so smelled like him. It was perfect. Maybe when I went back to see him I would give him the flannel. After I washed it it started smelling like springtime freshness instead of him.

I pulled the hoodie on, realizing I didn't have that much time to spare. I texted Doyoung that I was on my way and left for my car. When i got to his tiny dorm room he yanked me and almost threw me on his bed. “1. What the hell, you haven't talked to me in forever!” I went to reply but he cut me off. “2. What is going on with you, Eri? I'm hearing all this shit about you and I don't even know what's up from down! 3. Did i or did I not say DONT hook up with Johnny?!”

I sighed and flopped on the bed. “Hello to you too, Doyoung.”

“Eri. Start talking.”

I told him almost everything; the hookup at the party, how we have class together, when we fucked in the bathroom, the racist prick at the beach, the bumper car, how gentle Johnny could be and that he had bad things happen to him that he didn't deserve. I didn't go into specifics about Johnny's assault or anxiety attacks; it wasn't my place to do so and I would never betray his trust like that. “He can be an asshole sometimes but he...he has a lot going on.”

“So that justifies his behaviors?”

“Of course not! I'm just saying...he isn't all bad. You cant judge someone for sleeping around when I do the same and you care about me.”

“I know that Eri.” Doyoung sighed and sat beside me. “I worry about you. I heard about a fight at Taeyongs party?”

“It wasn't a fight, but trust me I was ready to take my gauges out and end her. What happened was that this girl, this….monster, she was-” I licked my lips and took a deep breath. “She was just not a good person and I had to help Johnny get away from her.”

“Get away from her? What do you mean?”

“There's things that I can't talk about. They aren't my place to talk about. He trusted me with these things and-and all you need to know is that I would've probably gone to jail for him.”

“Oh my god Eri…”

“What?”

“You're in love with him.”

I shot up from the bed. “KIM DOYOUNG WHAT THE HELL?”

“It makes sense now. The way you guys acted at the beach, when you, unfortunately, described in detail how you guys hooked up, and now you wanting to protect him? And-” he looked at my phone as a notification came in. “Who is Heart-Heart-Big Dick Daddy-Heart-Heart?”

“What?” I looked down and unlocked my phone. When i opened the message it was a picture of Johnny with the edge of my panties between his teeth. The accompanying message was ‘forgot something?😏’. My entire face lit up and i realized Doyoung had seen it to.

“Ya'll are nasty.” He stated flatly.

“I-! It was Quinn! They took my phone because i left it at the party! His name was Johnny in the contacts before!”

“And your underwear in his mouth is-?”

I stood quiet for a moment. “Ok, we know I make bad decisions, it's not rocket science. However, i am not in love with him. I can't. I won't ever be. You know that I can't.”

“Eri, that was literally almost three years ago. It was a mistake but it doesn't automatically prohibit you from ever being capable of falling in love again.”

“It does, Doyoung because I know that I fucked up and i can never take that back. I can't risk hurting anyone again and have it on my conscious. It already haunts me every day.”

“You need to stop letting it eat at you. What happened with Jungwoo could've happened with anyone.”

“Yeah but I picked the sweetest boy in the entire world to hurt. He didn't deserve it. And i don't deserve to have someone like that in my life again.”

Doyoung sighed. “Stop thinking that way. Making a mistake doesn't make you worthless. Besides you need to face the truth if that’s what's going on now. As much as i don't approve of him, you need to come to terms with the fact that you feel something for him. It's written all over your face.”

“It is not! Please stop saying that! It's not true! It's not!” I could feel my heart clench as my breath stuttered in my lungs. The thought of love sent me into a panic. It made me think of how I ran away from it all. The pain, the doubt, the fear. It was hitting me all at once again and attacking me like some sort of monster. I felt Doyoung wrap his arms around me and set my head on his chest. His chin rested on the top of my head.

“Eri, please. It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to close yourself shut. You have love for so many people. You have the biggest heart and are always the first to protect us over anything. You have the ability to love wholeheartedly. Why is that so scary?”

“I'm not worth it...and i know you're going to tell me I am but i'm not. Before Jungwoo, my ex in high school who I spent years together with lied to my face about loving me. She said she never did the whole time we were together, Then i get to college, meet Jungwoo and became no better than her.”

“That's not true. You did love him you just…” he sighed. “I don't know how else to make you see that you deserve to be happy. Do you really care about Johnny?”

I sniffled and nodded my head silently.

“And he trusted you to reveal of whatever happened to him. He let you seem him in a state of vulnerability, right?”

I nodded again.

“Well i'm glad he has some fucking semblance of humanity and isn't just a regular fuck boy.” Doyoung kissed the top of my head. “I want you to know that I'll protect you too, ok? If he ever so much as hurts you then he'll be dead. Also if he does care about you then i don't want you to be afraid anymore. You have to face it some day and it may be sooner than you think.”

I buried my face in his chest as the beginning tears started falling. Fuck, if he wasn't right. I was still running away from things that I hadn't been able to get over. If this went any farther with Johnny would I end up hurting him too? He was the last person that deserved any more hurt. I wanted to see him smile more, dance more, sing more, have fun cooking and goofing off. I wanted us to share thousands of kisses and feel the way his heart beat beneath my fingers when I curled up against him. I wanted to be the one to support him and bring that smile to his face. I couldn't cure his depression or anxiety but I wanted to be maybe the tiniest glimmer of hope he had in knowing that he wasn't alone. We were two imperfect asteroids and when we collided sparks flew within our little galaxy and made waves of colors that represented our feelings for one another. What feelings were we even having anyway? Was it all one sided? That was another fear I couldn't face just yet. What if all this time, as i was tearing my wall down to let him in, he never felt anything at all for me. I could still probably be some hook up to him, something meaningless and unworthy as usual.

I couldn't help that I was crying harder and Doyoung didn't question any of it. He let me have my time knowing that this ate me alive and destroyed me. It was my biggest weakness and regret all compiled into one and spread like weeds to anything new I tried to let into my life. Worst of all, in the pit of my heart I knew that he was absolutely right. I was falling in love with Johnny.

[nichester]

This Week’s Watchlist!

A roundup of my thoughts on media I’ve consumed

Season two of Kingdom, the first half of sbs Hyena, and the first three weeks of kbs Once Again are discussed under the cut.

Kingdom (season 2):  Another really solid season, with wonderful performances, detailed costumes, and stunning cinematography!  Every episode would have shots and scenes that are going to permanently sick with me--so beautifully composed and so effective in building the tension of the story.  The fights scenes stayed thrilling and novel, which is hard to do in a show so jam packed with zombies.  The final episode, with the zombies in the palace itself, had me on the edge of my seat.  However, there were a few things that I wanted out of this show that I didn't get.

Like I said about the first season, I wanted to see more moments of conversation and emotional connection between the characters.  I think I've come to expect Korean shows to prioritize the emotional elements, and this show hasn't done that.  It's not necessarily a bad thing, it's just that when I watch a show I watch for character first and foremost, and after 12 episodes I still feel that these characters are well developed but not well connected to each other.  Hopefully in the next season, with the set up of a road-trip/investigation between my three faves, will allow for more relationship development between the characters!  (Other more minor quibbles--why kill the queen when she was just starting to operate as an independent player?? I miss her :( Also, I understand that Lee Cheng was traumatized and exhausted, but the argument that the country would be more stable with a literal baby in charge as opposed to the most competent adult present took me right out of the story.  He could have just named the kid his heir and made the same statement about bloodlines.)

Overall, definitely worth the watch and I am excitedly awaiting season 3!

Song Choice: Have another zombie song! This one is by Childish Gambino

Once Again (episodes 1-6):  And once again I am attempting a family weekender!  So far this show has a lot of potential, but it's too early to see if I'll want to stick with it.  I'm into the theme of divorce-- I think it's a rich theme that can be developed in a lot of different directions, making it perfect for a show with so many characters.  I'm excited for all of the lovelines, which so far include a contract relationship between a divorced couple sharing an apartment, a noona romance with a divorced single mom, and my current favorite, the teasing relationship between the maknaes (god I love teasing).  I'm enjoying the unexpected combinations that the non-romantic relationships offer.  My favorites are Lee Jung Eun's tough but loving sisterhood with her young employees, and the devoted friendship between the stiff, prickly doctor and her ex brother-in-law.  I also really care a lot about the kids, which you can't always count on in tv shows, but their relationships with their family and their reactions to their parents separations are well-acted and realistic.  The odds of me sticking with a show until September are realistically low, but for now I'm looking forward to more!

Song Choice: There’s too many lovelines to pick a song for, so I’ll just honor everyone’s divorces with Everybody’s Lonely by Jukebox the Ghost

Hyena (episodes 1-8):  Was craving enemies-to-lovers dynamic with buckets of ust this weekend, and this show is exactly what I needed.  I'm glad I waited until it was done airing to watch so that I could binge without shame.  Im already halfway through rip my academic responsibilities  If you, like many tumblr users, find the concept of a nemesis almost overwhelmingly erotic, this may be the show for you!  In all seriousness though, this is a solidly written show elevated by the insane chemistry between two skilled and experienced actors.  They play their anti-hero characters with just enough toughness, pettiness, and glimpses of vulnerability and create people who are well-rounded and magnetic.  Not gonna lie, I ignore most of what's happening in the plot outside of a few delightful side characters (shout out to Hwang Bo Ra!), but when these two are on screen they are electric.

Song Choice: Up the Wolves by The Mountain Goats (IM GONNA BRIBE THE OFFICIALS! IM GONNA KILL ALL THE JUDGES!)

[helpimstuckindreamland]

Nov. 7th-8th dream experiment

Nov. 7th-8th

Airport super futuristic setting. Almost everything seems like it's made of windows, I can see enormous buildings with reflective black windows and a deep red frame. There are holographic highways zig zagging all throughout the city. The city sits on the edge of the coast, the water being the only natural thing in sight. I'm on an airplane as we gracefully spiral down to the port. Im alone at the moment but I know my sister is on board as well and I get up from my seat to find her. She's playing on the dispatch chairs. They sit in a circle, indented into the floor, covered in fancy black leather. The floor here is opaque and has a sliding hatch. A memory tells me I've played on them as a kid and almost got dropped into the sea. I quickly run to Emily and tell her to hop off, we gotta go. She's sucking on a big old rainbow lollipop absentmindedly and just looks at me and giggles as she runs to the far side of the circle. I groan as I hop in with her. My intention was to grab her and toss her back onto safe flooring but just as I go to reach for her the plane lands and the hatch begins to open. Beneath me I can see the ground floor of the port, but it's stories down. I snatch Emily and hang on to the slowly receding doors, desperately trying to scramble back to safety. Finally the doors stop, with maybe an inch to spare and I use all my effort to haul us back up and over the side. .Emily smiles and produces a second rainbow lollipop for me. I roll my eyes and take it. 

I see Emily off the plane and go back to my seat where I left my bags. I see a few other passengers still leaving, some struggling with their luggage. They all look "alien" or at least they would if I were awake but in the dream world, alien seems pretty normal. I see a large snail ever so slowly making his way to the doors. He's wearing a monocle and a brown top hat, not too tall and not too sharp. I direct my attention to the corridor I'm walking in when suddenly the plane lurches forward. Everything quickly becomes chaos, luggage goes flying as well as people. For a moment we are airborne again. Shit, did I dwaddle too long and get stuck on the round trip flight? No, the plane has stopped again, it's unclear where exactly, despite the plane being mostly windows it looks dark outside. Are we in a warehouse? 

I hear doors open from the side and something inside me tells me to hide. I find a closet and crouch down, peeking out through some ventilation slits in the door. I press my face up against it and it's cold. I can see.. troops… troops of.. AI? 

Let me pause and explain what AI meant to me in this dream real quick: they are artificial intelligence, yes, but they have also been dubbed living creatures and thus are treated like human beings. Okay, press play.

They all look so perfect, and they're all women. They're laughing and chatting with one another but that doesn't seem to convince me to leave my hiding spot. Once everyone is boarded the plane takes off again. We fly up and into the air again moving incredibly fast that I can't see the city anymore, just a blurr of ocean blue. I take a moment to myself then look back out my peephole.

All of the AI are lying on the floor, crumpled in awkward positions from falling where they stand. Are they not used to flying? I open the door to Inspect and find..

Oh my god.

They're all dead. 

Lying in heaps, covering every inch of the floor are AI bodies. Who would do this? As if in answer I hear a sliding door open and in steps another AI. she's as beautiful as they come. She stands with confidence and grace. She looks over at me in shock. Turns to someone behind her and motions towards me. Immediately a large man in Black comes hurtling out of the door right at me. 

Fuck.

I run. Over the bodies. I feel incredibly disrespectful, but at the same time I don't want to end up like them. 

I find a narrow hallway used by flight attendants and bolt. The big man in Black can't fit and starts searching for another way around. Another memory pops into my head. These women, the AI. I remember them from another dream. They were in a warehouse getting ready to board an air ship. I had been in a different body then and had just landed in the warehouse. I consider this as I continue to run. There. A vent. I bend down and start crawling. I pass by several windows of light, I can see through some into other passenger portions of the plane. They're all filled with still living, breathing AI. I look around wondering if it's safe to warn them. Suddenly they all drop to the floor. Dead. Fuck, I continue down the vent line, stopping by each window and seeing the same date befall the clueless passengers. I keep going, no longer stopping to watch these creatures die. I'm pissed as I crawl and I crawl, until I find a window with one pair of feet. It's the woman who seems to be in charge from earlier. She's giving commands to people, obviously still trying to hunt me down. I crouch down further to get a wider angle and I see a few other passengers from the initial flight. The poor snail has been nearly beaten to a pulp and amethyst (yes from Steven universe) is lying dead on the ground beside him. 

I wait for the men in Black to leave before busting out of the vent. I look around, taking in the rest of the room. We're in a corridor, near the floor hatch. I immediately whirl around to face the woman. God damn does she look perfect. Beautiful eyes and hair, clear soft skin, full lips. I must've asked her what the fuck was going on because she says, " they're all imperfect. I can't have that. We are to be the superiors of this world and I won't allow mistakes." 

" What do you mean, mistakes? They all looked perfect to me! And you killed them all! They were LIVING CREATURES!" 

I'm obviously pissed at this point and I lunge at her, knocking her down. I hear a rip behind me and a rush of wind. I look over to see a gaping holes in the plane, I can see the city not too far off. Someone on board must have looped us back around. I give the perfectionist one last look before throwing her out of the hole and into the ocean, miles below us.

I look back at the body of amethyst. There are two other people standing over her, people that weren't there a minute ago. I go into third person view. "She's dead." One says. They have this mystically powerful aura about them.  

"I can see that. This wouldn't have happened if she had stayed with us."

"She made her choice, I doubt she'd have even made it this long on your side." Two more people show up from the hole in the plane. Everything gets to be really tense. I'm not going to bore you with the details of their conversation. They basically showed up at the end of this intense scene, after everyone is dead, argued to each other until it was obvious they had some sort of inter relationship drama between the two "sides" which I gathered to be gods side versus Lucifer's side. Then they take off again like "oh our work here is done." Friggin dumbasses didn't even do shit. 

Anyway. I crawl over to the body of amethyst and I see something glowing in her. Then it disappears and I see her soul give me a wink. I don't know why I did this but I went to the hole and stared out, we were close enough to the city that I could see the highways again. I look down at the water and something inside me tells me to jump. So I do. And I start flying as if it was as natural as farting. 

I'm heading back to the city, where this catastrophe is becoming the hottest news in media. 

Later, when things have settled down, I'm called as a witness for the uh, Mr. Snail. He didn't really have a name so just call him that. He's sitting in a large courtroom looking office, his boss sitting in the judge's chair. He looks fucking awful, all bruised up, swollen, one eye is looking particularly rough. He's stammering as he tries to explain why he was absent from work for two days with no pre-requested time off. The boss judge doesn't seem to be buying it, despite the state of her employee who was clearly tortured and traumatized by the events on the plane. I vouch for him and then I'm sent out of the room. Later that day I meet up with him again to ask him how it went. He looked beaten. Not just in the literal sense.

"She sent me to a new location for work." 

"Oh?" I ask, "where's that?" 

He points to the looming airport in front of us. 

Oh. 

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Of Farms Fairs & Fame (Part 9)

The smell of corndogs, popcorn, and cotton candy perfumed the air. The better part of his very early morning had been spent in the kitchen with Kya. He only had a chance to leave it when Katara came in panting and huffing, declaring that, “that pump’in is too dang big.” Longing for an excuse to leave the kitchen he had shot a glance at his mother. She rolled her eyes and dismissed him from his kitchen duties. He was sure that his mother could handle it on her own anyhow. He stood over the pumpkin, it had to weigh at least fifty pounds. “How’d y’all even git it so big?” Sokka had asked.

Katara shrugged. “Suppose it’s all ‘bout luck.”

“And skill.” She had to have a green thumb to grow a pumpkin that large.  “Now watch how a real man does it.” He wriggled his fingers before stooping over and trying to heave the pumpkin into his arms. He huffed, the weight of the thing hadn’t been the problem so much as the shape of it.

He flushed, finally admitting that he needed help too.

Together the siblings managed to get the pumpkin into the back of his truck and ready for the fair. The rest of his morning had been spent helping Kya arrange her stall at the fair. She vowed that she had finally made the perfect pie. She hadn’t unveiled it yet, but his nose certainly agreed that she had cooked the best pie.

Currently, Sokka walked next to Azula, listening to the crunch of gravel beneath her studded turquoise cowgirl boots. She wore a matching cowgirl  hat that helped to shade her face. She stared at the ground, acting much quieter than usual. “Wan’ me ta buy ya some’a the popped corn or somethin’?” She hated when he called it popped corn, if that couldn’t evoke a response from her, then he didn’t know what would.

She shrugged, “I guess.”

“What are ya bein’ so quiet fer?” It occurred to him. “Y’all were able ta write a song weren’t ya?”

“Yeah, Sokka, I wrote a song…”

“Yer gonna sing it, right?”

“Course I’m gonna sing it.” She replied. “What’s the point ‘a writin’ a song if I ain’t gonna sing it?”

“Ya gonna sing it in fon’a people?”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Yeah, Sokka. That’s what I wrote it fer.”

He slung an arm over over her shoulder and guided her to one of the food stalls. He promised her the popped corn, he was gonna get her the popped corn. Hell, he even threw in a vanilla, chocolate swirl ice cream cone and a pretzel. Hesitantly, Azula took the pretzel and slid him a few dollar bills. “What’s this fer? I said I’d buy it fer ya?”

“Yer family ain’t got the money ta be spendin’ on someone who already got it.” She answered. “Thanks fer the thought though.”

Sokka sighed, she always did have a habit of making acts of kindness more complicated than need be. “I hear they’re havin’ a yodelin’ contest…”

She cut him off. “Trust me, I hear it too and I’d like to stop.”

Sokka rolled his eyes but laughed. “A’right, I take it ya don’ wanna git front row seats.”

“Not at all.” She confirmed.

“How ‘bout goin’ ta visit them piglets?” He offered. She turned her head and he knew that she was smiling. She had a soft spot for the piglets since they were children.

“Sure, we ken go ‘n see the pigs.”

“Good, ‘cause I wan’ed to see this year’s selection a goats ‘n cows… ‘n the chickens… ‘n the horses. Aw heck, I wanna pet em’ all.”

“Even the rabbits?” Azula asked. “Or are y’all traumatized?”

“Yup, e’en them rabbits.” He looked at the time, they only had an hour or two before the horse races began. He took hold of Azula’s hand and hurried her along. He sure hoped that things were going well for TyLee.

.oOo.

Azula let Sokka tug her through the crowd, mostly because she hadn’t exactly expected the oaf to take her hand. He was particularly chipper that day, leaving Azula with the impression that his family’s gardening endeavors were going well.

At last, Sokka came to a stop in front of the pigpens. “Look at this one!” He pointed. Azula followed the direction of his finger. Rolling about in the mud was probably one of the teeniest little piglets Azula had ever gazed upon. It had to be the runt of the litter.

“Ken we hol’ ‘im?” Sokka asked of the owner.

“Go right on ahead.”

Azula lifted the small thing out of its pen. “I oughta steal ‘im.” Azula whispered to Sokka.

“Don’ go ‘n do that!” He exclaimed. But Azula admitted that she wasn’t quiet listening. More or less, her focus was on the fuzzy, pink baby in her hands. She stroked his fur for the longest time, long enough for Sokka to warder on over to the goat stalls. Sparing the overhead clock a glance, Azula returned the piglet to its pen, albeit, a little bit reluctantly. She made her way back to Sokka’s side. “It’s almost time for TyLee’s race to begin.”

“Best head ta the track then.” He replied.  He caught her eye. “Ya gonna tell me wha’s botherin’ ya?”

Azula held her silence for a while longer.  “She’s still havin’ trouble ridin’.” It was easier than admitting that she was nervous about her own upcoming performance, but it was true enough. “Ain’t matter how much she practice, she can’t go that fast with her leg the way it is…”

TyLee told her as much the last time she visited. Apparently, her doctor had advised against riding at all, lest the bumps and leaps rattle her fragile bone more.

But TyLee had a stubborn streak in her to match Azula’s own.

“I’m purtty sure Ty ken handle ‘erself.”

“Yeah. I sure hope so…”

.oOo.

TyLee squeezed her eyes shut. She wasn’t even supposed to be here right now, her mother had made that clear as rain water in a bucket. She sure hoped that TyLao was playing her part convincingly. At least there was one perk to having six siblings that looked exactly like her. Though, it might have been more practical for TyLao to fill in for her. But there was no pride in that, what was the point of a blue ribbon if she didn’t win it for herself?

There was a pulsing in her injured leg, but that might have been the product of her imagination and stress. She drew in a few deep inhales.  She heard the shot of a gun and the clamor of metal against metal as the gates swung open. She gave Kahnim’s reigns a flick.

The first few furlongs went well, she could feel the mid-autumn wind tossing her hair and the familiar trills of freedom that came with it. Intermingling with the breathy hiss of air was the sound of cheering and yelling. She tried to put that out of her mind, tried to tell herself that it was just she and Kahnim running through another practice round.

His hooves pounded promisingly on the gravel.

He had all the power he needed.

All the power that she had trained him to use.

The weakness lay in TyLee herself.

And the weakness displayed itself halfway through. A mist of tears hazed her vision as each jolt and bump, each hoof fall became rougher on her bad leg. She gritted her teeth and pushed on. She was clinging to second and pushing for first and she wouldn’t lose that to an ill-timed injury.

Perhaps she should have just accepted second place.

Instead she flicked Kahnim’s reigns, urging him to go a little faster, at least enough to pull ahead during the final stretch. Such a feat was no problem for him. For TyLee, it was another matter, one that made itself known the moment Kahnim picked up speed. The sharp pang that shot up her leg came with intensity so forceful she let go of the reigns. She only managed to just grasp them in time to keep herself from toppling to the ground.

Though she had jerked Kahnim good with that one. She heard the gallop of a dozen passing horses, but it didn’t matter because, by the time her own had slowed himself, she was dangling precariously from his saddle.

She didn’t even want to look at her leg.

She definitely should have settled for second place. TyLee didn’t know if she had cried out in frustration or in pain, it was probably a combination of both. A rare occurrence where she couldn’t muster a shred of optimism.

Faintly, through a fog of pain, she could hear the announcement that called the race to a halt amid the sympathetic moans of spectators. And that was just it, it was all over. She knew it was when they carefully moved her from the discomforts of the track gravel and under one of the shaded tents where stood her mother, Mai, and Azula--who leaned some onto Sokka--all looking every bit as somber as one another.

“I blew it…” She mumbled.

.oOo.

The look on TyLee’s face. That soft crack in her voice. The bleakness in her eyes. It all followed Azula backstage. She truly tried not to dwell on it, TyLee had told her not to worry about her. But she did. She did because, deep down she still knew that she had a pretty decent hand in how things unfolded for her friend.

She gave her lyrics one last once over. Was she really going to sing this one? Sokka kept his distance, he knew her moods well enough to do so. Part of her wanted to approach him, to try to alleviate his concern, but she didn’t much feel like standing at the moment. Evidently she felt rather sick. Seeing TyLee on a stretcher for a second time had done her no favors.

She listened to the careful drawl of Yue as she sang through her last verse. Honestly, the girl’s voice was heavenly and she noted that she wasn’t even trying to make a career of it--that it was just something she did as a hobby.

“Good luck.” Sokka smiled warmly, she allowed the boy to pat her back once or twice.

Azula picked up her acoustic guitar, checking once more to make sure that it was in tune. She spared Sokka a final backwards glance as the announcer called her to the stage. Sokka gave her a bright grin and a thumbs up.  The curtains parted and she played the opening cords.

She opened her mouth. They were there, the lyrics, right on the tip of her tongue. She knew them well, all she had to do was let them go. But somehow, with a couple hundred onlookers, she couldn’t seem to do so. A couple hundred strangers didn’t need to know that her mother had taken up a drinking habit because of her. They didn’t need to know how that made her feel.

They didn’t need to know any of it.

She wondered just why the hell she hadn’t just written a song about a dumbass farmer who was trying to protect his ma’s garden from rouge rabbits. Hell, would have been better off taking Sokka’s suggestion to write lyrics about a grasshopper.

It would have been better than the nothing she was spouting now.

Had her head been clear she might have settled for at least giving an instrumental performance.

But between a very vivid image of the angle of TyLee’s leg and the weight of her nerves finally coming down full force, she could only think of a quick retreat.

Azula wasn’t one for fleeing, but she knew when to call it quits. Knew when she had been beaten. She best surrender with what little honor she had left and hope that her father didn’t regret buying her that guitar.

[the-windchild]

Back to the Beginning Part two: Messy Procedures

“I’m kind of scared, not going to lie…” Mika said, shifting uncomfortably as Glasses carefully placed wires into her right wrist. “Am I going to die?”

“No, you’re not gonna die. This is gonna hurt…A lot…But we have it set at the lowest setting, and the pills I gave you earlier should help,” Glasses said, stumbling over his words a little, trying to find the right ones. He put in the last wire and sighed. “I’m not goin’ anywhere, either. I’ll be here with ya.”

“Okay, Mika.” Satanick turned off the light in the lab and moved over to the switchboard. He placed his hand on a lever and looked at her. “Are you ready?”

“Uh…Yes? Yes. I’m ready…” She tried to cover up any nervousness in her voice, but failed to do so. Even if she did manage to hide that, though, her nervousness would have been obvious because of how tightly she had been gripping to Glasses.

           CLICK

Upstairs all the lights were off and all the curtains were closed. There was hardly a sound in the large building. It had been five minutes after Glasses got Mika ready to get connected to her clock. Apparently he tried to ‘dope her up’, as Anten said, but Satanick along with Sullivan, wouldn’t let him. It would have only made things worse in the long run. When Sullivan had gone back upstairs he told the employees it was fine if they left for the day. Some of them left, but a lot of them stayed.

It wasn’t too long after the five minute mark when it started. The screaming started. The lab was all the way down in the basement, yet the screams were more than loud and they were more than clear. Sounds of things being knocked over were also starting to come up from the lab. Then the sound of a body falling. More screams. A lot of screams. At first they were wordless, but then the ‘help mes’ started.

“She really learning her lesson down there, isn’t she?” Anten said, taking a sip of his cold drink.

“Anten, control yourself,” Sullivan said, shaking his head.

“I’m only saying what’s true, and what’s on everybody’s minds,” he responded. “This is the best way for the kid to realize Pitch Black Time isn’t as great as it’s made out to be. Well…If she survives.”

“Hey. What do you mean ‘if’?” Lyon asked, shooting a glare at his fellow employee.

“Come on. A small child like that? You think she can survive that kind of shock?”

“With…The medicine and low shock level it should be fine,” Sullivan cut in, doing his best to lighten the mood.

“Well, we’ll see.” Anten shrugged and looked toward the doorway.

After that, silence came to the living room. The only thing that was there once again, were the screams of a small child.

Mika had been making a mess not long after the shocking started. She knocked things over, either accidentally or on purpose. She screamed and she screamed. She had fallen onto her knees a few times. She’d get back up only to damage herself, by slamming her fists against the wall, or ‘pressing’ the back of her head against the wall.

There were times where it looked like she was going to pull the wires out, but somehow managed to stop herself. To make up for stopping the source of the pain, she hurt herself other ways. She tried to find different ways to get the original pain to go away, but it was plain to see it wasn’t helping herself much.

“SAVE ME, MISTER GLASSES!!” Mika screamed again.

She slammed her back against the wall and slid down. Her eyes were wide and tears fell from them. Her fingers were digging into her throat and she clawed down the normally soft skin. She had done this several times already. By this point, blood had begun to drip from her neck.

“Turn it off.” Glasses took a step back from Mika. When he got no response, he turned to his dad. “You promised if this got outta hand again, you’d turn it off!”

“Just a little longer.” Satanick’s voice was unnaturally cold, but he always had that façade while doing this procedure.

“SAVE ME!! IT HURTS!!”

Glasses turned back to Mika. More blood from her neck was dripping from the floor. She just continued to hurting herself more and more. She didn’t even realize what she was doing by this point. All she was doing was reacting to her traumatic situation.

“Dad, turn the machine off I’m takin’ Mika outta here!!”

“How are her eyes?”

“Who cares?! Just turn the machine off!” Glasses turned back to Satanick. He tried to block out Mika’s screams. He stepped forward. “Dad!”

“Just a little longer…It should be done soon.”

“Dad, turn the machine off now!”

Sullivan stopped halfway pouring his cold coffee. Everyone else in the living room seemed to stop, too. After ten or so minutes, the screams finally came to an end. All that noise that was once there was no more. It was pure silence; it almost felt like a horror movie setting. Sullivan slowly put his mug down and looked at the other employees. They looked at each other with uncertainty, but there were also some ‘finally it’s over’ looks.

Hanten placed her hands in her pockets. “Well, it’s done now…”

“So…” Anten stood from the couch and faced the door again. “Who wants to bet ten bucks that she blew up?”

“Anten, please,” Sullivan said, rubbing his forehead.

“The last one did.”

Glasses turned back around and tilted his head. The sudden stop was unsettling; she barely moved at all. Her body was heaving up and down lightly, though, so there was a small bit of relief. Glasses took slow steps towards her laying body.

“M-Mi…Ka…?” Glasses lowered himself to his knees and lifted her limp body.

“How do her eyes look?” Satanick asked again.

Glasses resisted rolling his own eyes at that. He gently lifted Mika’s head up. Her eyes were barely open, but he could see them well enough. He took a deep breath. “Still black but swirlin’ in her iris’.”

“Alright, you can take her out of here now.” Satanick’s voice was gentler now. He turned everything off completely and turned towards Glasses. “Go take her to our medical unit. They can handle it from here on.”

Glasses didn’t need to be told twice. He carefully removed the wires from Mika’s wrists and lifted her up from the floor. He didn’t look or say anything to his dad. There were too many thoughts and too many emotions running through him right now. None of that really mattered right then anyway. The only thing that mattered was hurrying to get Mika off to the medical unit, especially because of her partially bleeding neck.

It only took a couple minutes to get to the medical unit. It was nothing but a building, somewhat big but nowhere near as big as The Office, that was located behind said large office. Earlier that day, Satanick had already told the team to get ready for the situation, so they were already prepared to take Mika in for treatment. Glasses handed the small child over to them and watched as they took her away to stabilize her.

He stepped back and plopped down into one of the chairs in the lobby. It wasn’t as if it had been hours, but it certainly felt that way. It always felt that way when it came to that disgusting procedure. It was something his deadbeat dad should have fixed by now; should have made it safer. Yet, for some reason he kept things the way they were. Glasses seemed to learn more than his dad did. Or so it felt, anyway.

Glasses rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock. It was only three in the afternoon. He would have considered taking a nap; it was tempting and Mika would be in the back for a while, anyway. But he knew what would happen if he fell asleep. He’d have to suffer through a traumatic experience from two or so years ago, and he already saw enough of that in the middle of Mika’s session. He didn’t need to see it more vividly in a dream.

"Coffee?”

Glasses blinked a couple times when a coffee mug was held out in front of him. He looked up and saw Sullivan there. He shrugged and took it from his superior and took a nice long drink. “Thanks.”

Sullivan sat in a chair next to Glasses and sipped his own mug. “Figured you’d need it after that,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “You know, you don’t always have to go watch that…”

“…I wouldn’t have if she wasn’t my partner,” Glasses replied, shifting a bit in his chair. “I learned from the last one that it’d be best to stay away. Then ‘gain…Deadbeat dad said he wouldn’t accept any more employees here after that accident.”

“He wasn’t. He really wasn’t, but Mika was put into his custody.” Sullivan looked back at Glasses and sighed. He looked as frustrated as ever. “It was going to happen eventually. Don’t be mad—uh…madder, at your dad than you already are.”

“Hard not to be mad at ‘im when he does shit like this,” Glasses said, shaking his head. He took another drink. “Tell me somethin’. Why does he keep doin’ this? This place really ain’t as amazing as he makes it seem.”

“It was decent in the beginning, before you came here, you know.” Sullivan put his mug down on the table next to him. “But things happen. Things had to change up, even if it wasn’t the best of changes.”

“Somebody died the last time. She blew up. He should’a shut this place down the moment it happened,” Glasses said, getting further frustrated. “Y’know the real reason why he keeps this up? ‘Cause his freakin’ brother is the god damn mayor, so he can cover up any deaths that happen here.”

“Glasses, please calm down.” Sullivan gave Glasses a gentle squeeze on his shoulder. “Why don’t you go home? You could use some sleep, or maybe spending time with Kiku will help.”

Glasses shook his head. “No, I don’t wanna leave ‘till Mika’s up and movin’ ‘round,” he said, tiredly. “’Sides, I called Kik earlier. I told her I might not be able to get home tonight. Y’know how long these can take…”

“Don’t wear yourself out more than you have to. Trust me, it isn’t good for your health,” Sullivan joked.

“I know that all too well by this point.” Glasses leaned back in his chair and stared at the clock. Time certainly enjoyed taking its sweet time to go by.

In the end Glasses did end up waiting all day. He did move around a bit, but he didn’t head out of the building, just in case there was any news. He talked on the phone with Kiku for a while, not long after the time he would have already been back at his apartment. Kiku’s voice really did help calm him down, but her presence would have been much better. However, she had school the next day and he didn’t want her to fail because of him.

He also managed to keep himself up all day, making sure to do whatever he could to stop himself from sleeping. It drove him a bit crazy for a while, but thanks to cups and cups of coffee he managed to survive decently enough. Thankfully his dad never came out to visit him; he might have finally been able to get the message.

It was one in the morning when the nurse, Chisibuki, came out and told him that Mika was fine. She was still sleeping, but she was out of harm’s way. She would have to be in the medical unit for two days, but there was nothing to worry about. Glasses would have liked to stay until Mika actually woke up, but he was forced out by the doctors and other nurses.

Glasses did try to stay up all night, but he ended up crashing around three in the morning. Somehow or another, he didn’t end up having a gruesome dream like he thought. Or rather, it was still gruesome, but it happened in quick flashes. Thus, it didn’t disturb him too much. This was the last time he’d want to deal with anything like that again, though. Enough was enough. But Mika was going to be the last employee, he was sure.

He was still cranky with his dad when he woke up the next day; around twelve in the afternoon. He didn’t have to tell everyone that Mika was going to be alright, Sullivan did that for him. With all that done, Glasses was free to head out and keep an eye on Mika. And apologize. He owed her that much.

When he got to her room she was already sitting up and seemingly fine. She looked exhausted. She did smile when she saw Glasses, though. That was…Somewhat reassuring, if she could still be herself.

He sat on the chair next to her bed. “How are you feelin’?”

“Tired. Tired but fine,” Mika answered honestly. “I uhm…I was really scared yesterday…”

Glasses nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I really shouldn’t have made ya go through that.”

“What has to be done has to be done, right?” Mika said, reaching over and picking up Glasses hand. “I’m sorry for screaming so much…” She tilted her head as she started fiddling with Glasses hand, as if it was the first time seeing it.

“Don’t be sorry for that. Anybody would be like that,” he said, rubbing his forehead with his free hand. “You’ll be out of here soon, and then…”

“And then…?”

Glasses closed his eyes and thought about it. He shrugged. “You’ll be able to go on your first job soon.”

“And you’ll be there with me?” Mika asked, rubbing the back of Glasses’ hand now.

“I am your partner, in case ya forgot.” He tried to sound teasing, but teasing wasn’t exactly a strong suit of his. “I’ll be there and you’ll be just fine.”

“Just fine~” Mika echoed.

“Mhmm…Just fine.”

[sunjaesol]

Thoughts on 6x14 Face-to-faceless

- Why is the possessed black guy in the morgue? What is he going to do? I’m scared. - HE IS NOT EVEN REMOTELY AFRAID - - - more disgusted by the appearance - what. the fuck - wait so is the boy dead? Because I assume they kind of “hollowed” him out so the only thing living in his body where the insects. - oh no he still breathes nevermind - it. is. alive. fuck. everything.  - oh my god for a moment I thought the brown haired girl was Allison FUCK MY BRAIN - I’m getting afraid in her place. Involuntarily coming across guys at night makes me anxious.  - oh. she’s supernatural. I assumed but I hoped she wasn’t going to die so.  - she’s POWERFUL YES GIRL - WHAT - wow okay excuse me, isn’t it illegal for a police offiver to just shoot when the person in matter isn’t doing anything to hurt the authority? She saw her eyes and fangs, but you know, instead of interrogating her she just shot her. I’m not okay with this. The girl could’ve died, but not like this. I don’t get it, why do they fear people now? I swear, these freshmen are WEAK. Liam didn’t exploit them when he found out, he just fucking dealt with it. smh assholes. - ahhhh the CUTE DAD SCOTT SCENE IM ALIVE! - You’re a fucking werewolf Liam. Is he seriously a senior? (jk jk I love him) - oh great, the “hair” has made an appearance. Go to the hairdresser, Liam. - poor Liam. He only saved their asses a few times. Assholes. Why is no one fascinated like Mason was? Or Kira? - Since when... was that always a thing? hearing thoughts? I mean, I remember Gerard talking to Scott in their minds in s2, but still. Like why do they not use it all the time to know who’s the bad guy?  - Wait but did Lori die? Or??? Doesn’t matter, as long as I don’t need to see her speak anymore. - Malia speaking the truth. They could’ve killed him on numerous occasions when he was still weak. Hell, in season three he was in a wheel chair!  - damn it.  - Malia, trying to be professional: “We are when it comes to war.” lol she’s probably seen some war movies in the hiatus.  - “face to face” ah, so instead of facing Gerard, they will face the bloody, fleshy monster with no face. Face to faceless.  - This is a very interesting season. In the prior ones, it was always just about Scott. He’s the True Alpha, power everyone wants. But now, it’s not just about Scott anymore, it’s about everyone. He needs to make decisions for everyone. I kind of like it. Damn, Ophelia is starting to like 6B. A round of applause, ladies and gentlemen.   - oh for fucks sake. You know what I don’t get? Liam has never done anything to them, so why turn on him now? That’s like figuring out someone’s gay and not feel comfortable undressing yourself in front of them. Fucking assholes, you can die.  - ah, it’s the Nolan guy with the crazy eyes. Great.  - “Someone... something,” fuck off he’s still part human. You’re working with the black guy who’s also not really human anymore. Hypocrite.  - Liam don’t fight it, they will expose you. - the testosterone is too much. Either go to seperate corners or kiss, I don’t care. - Liam... why doesn’t he think through - coach Finstock, always saving the day - I hope now the players will realise Liam isn’t a bad guy.Probably not but a girl can hope. I’m terribly sorry for Liam, he loved lacrosse.  - wait so is Gerard the buyer of army weapons?  - I don’t get it. Gerard wants Scott to flee Beacon Hills but he also wants to kill the supernatural. Perhaps he doesn’t care about Scott, with their history he might realise that with Scott in town, there’s a chance he might lose. If the core pack is gone, (Scott, Malia, Lydia... so small, I’m crying) everyone will die. - I swear to God, Liam, don’t go to the counselor. - oh snap Liam knowssss. Finally putting his intelligance to good use. Lydia would be proud. - seriously? The woman is not even wearing a high neck top. They’re very in style, wouldn’t look weird. She truly is an amateur.  - A branch in the woods don’t make scars like that, honey.  - Oh my God Liam just give yourself away. How more obvious can you fucking be - lol the intense music. Couldn’t she just be on a jog?  - a supernatural genocide. help. - and yay chris x melissa! - “I never told Scott to run and hide.” Great callback to season three:  “Lydia would never run and hide.” ”Because of Stiles?” ”Because of Scott.” - I really love this scene. You have both extremes: Chris telling them to flee, Melissa telling them to fight and then Scott comes in between them and tells them there doesn’t need to be a fight. Loved this.  - Tamara Monroe? That’s her name? Okay, I will forget it. - dude if the pictures are making you uncomfortable than don’t look at them.  - oh snap BAMF!Lydia Martin I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH - She looks so hot by the way - Holy shit. She just confessed. She. Just. Confessed. I don’t know if that is good or bad but okay. I’m getting flashbacks to s4x01 when Lydia and Stiles were negociating with the Calaveras.  - Lydia IS IN CONTROL BITCHES - How does Tamara know Lydia is a banshee? - “I’m confused.”, “So am I.” Ah,relationships.  - Malia hates this thing called feelings lol - motherfuckers ITS JUST A LAB he won’t kill you in class, has he ever done that? no. so stop whining and use your fucking manners - why don’t you work alone. WHY DONT YOU TRY TO TALK TOT HE CLASS YOU USELESS ASSHOLE. Shouldn’t a teacher find this worrisome?  - Oh great, Tamara.  - Oh great, people trying to kill Scott. What’s new.  - Prediction: Malia followed him.  - Oooh, they’re invisible. I understand now. Corey is usefull for once yay! - Can someone kill Nolan please thank you.  - Why couldn’t they go through the window though?  - Nolan’s look of awe and surprise... can I assasinate him? Because I want to.  - Tamara is the leader? The fuck?  - “People like me?” yes, Tamara, people like you. They’ve stopped many accidents. If you just wanted to LISTEN.  - oh great, a sob story i don’t care about - ah, the beast of gévaudan. lol if she finds out Mason was that - oh she was one of the people in the massacres. Okay. Well, you should’ve been dead, bitch. - Okay I get her reasoning. and that must’ve been traumatic. But just because you had one bad experience, doesn’t mean they all should die.  - “He didn’t.” My prediction was correct.  - BAMF!Malia has entered the room.  - WITH LYDIA HELL YES BITCHES IM READY - LYDIA IN A LEATHER JACKET STILES WOULD BE SO TURNED ON - That’s very good logic, what Parrish is saying. I suppose it’s the subplot, the faceless monster, and that’s what eventually, maybe, will bring the hunters and supernatural together to kill it. maybe. hopefully.  - LIAM CONTROL YOURSELF - nOLAN YOU ARE AN ATTENTION SEEKING BITCH DO YOU HAVE DADDY ISSUES OR SOMETHING - i hope these hunters all die because of that thing - yess Liam say that mantra! - ah so this monster isn’t even real. it’s schrodingers cat all over again. What if it’s the corpe of a Wild Hunt? - why are no teachers seeing this? - fuck off teacher - ah Parrish, lovely to see you. Hopefully nothing turns to shit - YESSS COACH HE KOWS WHATS UP I LOVE YOU (i lowkey started crying so thank you Bobby for stepping in) - it symbolises that there are still people out there who care. It’s hope.  - is it... dead? - this world? Do they want to put them in the Wild Hunt Universe?  - ITS THE GIRL

Next up, 6x15!

[samanthasroberts]

5 Real Sex Stories That Will Make You Really Horny (Part VI)

Read the original batch of real sex stories here, the second saucy installment here, the third here, the fourth here, and the fifth here.

1. When a college girl thirsts for her moms new man.

“I was back from schoolfor winter break when I met my moms new boyfriend for the first time. My parents divorced when I was five, so it wasnt like it was traumatic or anything to meet the guy. I didnt expect him to be so damn hot, though. Hes a personal trainer, and fit as hellsix-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like you see in advertisements for weight loss supplements andgym memberships. When herang the doorbell one night around 6pm looking formy mom, who was out at the time, I decided to playhostess in my comfy but clingy sweats. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass ofwine.

Two hours later,we were two bottles deep andneither of us hadheard frommy mother. I made the first move, touching his knee and then sliding my hand up his inner thigh. When I got to his crotch,he leaned backand said, ‘Fuck it!’ Then he stood up.I stood up too, on the seat of thecouch. Then I jumped into his arms,legs wrapped tightly around his waist andimpressively firm ass. His dick felt so good poking through his pants, rubbing up against my vagina, I knew I couldorgasm from dry humping him just like that. But I wantedhiminside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. We fuckedfastin the laundry room, where we had a view of the driveway in case my mom came back. Most ofour clothes were still on, andwe powered up the washer so it wouldvibratebeneathmeas he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. It was the dirtiest thing Ive ever done, andI’d do it again.”

2. Seven minutes in high school heaven.

“Last year, as a junior in high school, I was at a house party in my buddys atticwhile his parents were out of town. We were all boozing, downing whatever beer or liquor we could skim off ourparentswhenthisgirl stopped the music suddenly and announced that it was time to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. Sounds lame, maybe,but there’s not much to do in the burbs. I got tossed in the closet with this average looking girlbut I was okay with it sinceshe had above average tits.

When she explained that she’d never given head before, but wanted to try, I was obviously psyched. I unbuttoned my pants and sat down on thecarpeted floor and she approached my erection with equal partsfascinationand ambition. Shestarted massaging my balls and licking my cock like she wanted it. I swear she mustve watched some Jenna Jameson tutorials online or something because she had skills, man. I couldn’t believe itwas the first blowjob shed ever given. WhenI came, she swallowed it all up like it wasthe bestvanilla milkshake she’d ever had. Then she wiped her mouth withherwrist, and whispered, ‘I’ll be waiting in theguest room after this. Come fuck me when you’re ready.’ If only it were alwaysthat simple.”

3. When gal pal sexting goes to the next level.

“Ive never sexted a guy, like, ever, because my parents used to hammerme nonstopwith stories aboutgirls whose reputations weretotally ruined by naked photo scandals. Thing is, Im addicted to frexting, which is essentially sexting, except you do it witha trusted girlfriend who’s way less likely toshareyour career compromising photos witha thousand of herclosest friends. I love sending my bestiessexy pics and waiting to see how they respond. Ill get a little stoned and put onmy best cleavage-ybra and a matching thong or maybe a silk camisole and boy shorts and sprawl out on my futon and snap til I get a shot worth sending. Then Icaption it with somethingfunny and flirtatiousand wait for my friend to one-up me.

What I never suspected is that things would ever escalate from there. But theother night, instead of hitting me back with a frext, one of mybest friendsbarged rightinto my dorm room, grabbed my ass, and started tonguing me. I squirmed in shock for approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. Id never experimentedwith a girl and it was weird at certain points, like when our boobs grazed for the first time, butweird in a hot way. When she inchedher headdown between my legs, I was more nervous than I’ve ever been during oral sex. But I relaxed as soon as I realized how amazingit is to be eatenout by someone who understandsvaginasfirsthand. I returned the favor, of course, and I can honestly say I like licking pussy more than sucking dick. I dont think Im bisexual, exactly, butwho knows!”

4. Long lost hook-up buddies meet (and fuck) again.

“The other day I was on Facebook cyberstalking every woman Ive ever slept with because my wife and I separated a month ago and Im pretty psyched to be back on the market, free to fuck whoever I want without any guilt. Tinders great, but sometimes I ache for something a little more familiar. So I messaged this girl I havent seenclothed or nakedin at least ten years, and she hit me back immediately. Turns out she split from her husband a few months back and she was craving some actiontoo.

Thatsame afternoon, I went over to her placewhileher kid was napping. She answered the door with two shots of tequila in handso we could toast our reunion. Then shehugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest, andnodded towards the couch. Without missing a beat, Iscooped her up into my arms and started nibbling on her neck, remembering with each taste of her flesh how great shed been at dirty talking in our twenties. We fucked in the living room, her on top, flicking her own nipples like a pro as she rode me, whispering all sorts of sexy shit in that seductive voice of hers. Fifteen minutes after we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to herin the kitchen, from behind this time. After round two, we sipped coffeetogether nakedat her dining tableandscheduled anothermeet-up forthe following week. Im getting hard just thinking about banging her again.”

5. A truly trippy romp in the grass.

“Im not into drugs, but when the guy Id been crushing on for ages asked me to shroom with him second semester senior year,I couldnt say no to a psychedelic experience with the dude of my steamy college dreams. The magic mushrooms were actually rolled into small chocolates, so they seemed pretty innocent, and they werent hard to stomach. After we ate them, we walked to this remote corner of campus with a cooler of beers and some chips to snack on.

By the time we started tripping wed finished a six-pack, so we were good and buzzed. Westripped, clumsily, down to our underwear and rolled around in the grass laughing our faces off for what seemed like an hour before he finally made hismove. When he touched me, it was like a thousand male hands were caressing my flesh all over at once. I felt him massaging my pussy, breasts, neck, and thighs simultaneously. It didnt matter that I was hallucinating. It wasincrediblysexy. I orgasmed three times, seizing with pleasure throughoutevery climax. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that unbelievable.”

Source: http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/22/5-real-sex-stories-that-will-make-you-really-horny-part-vi/

from All of Beer https://allofbeer.wordpress.com/2017/11/22/5-real-sex-stories-that-will-make-you-really-horny-part-vi/

[adambstingus]

5 Real Sex Stories That Will Make You Really Horny (Part VI)

Read the original batch of real sex stories here, the second saucy installment here, the third here, the fourth here, and the fifth here.

1. When a college girl thirsts for her moms new man.

“I was back from schoolfor winter break when I met my moms new boyfriend for the first time. My parents divorced when I was five, so it wasnt like it was traumatic or anything to meet the guy. I didnt expect him to be so damn hot, though. Hes a personal trainer, and fit as hellsix-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like you see in advertisements for weight loss supplements andgym memberships. When herang the doorbell one night around 6pm looking formy mom, who was out at the time, I decided to playhostess in my comfy but clingy sweats. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass ofwine.

Two hours later,we were two bottles deep andneither of us hadheard frommy mother. I made the first move, touching his knee and then sliding my hand up his inner thigh. When I got to his crotch,he leaned backand said, ‘Fuck it!’ Then he stood up.I stood up too, on the seat of thecouch. Then I jumped into his arms,legs wrapped tightly around his waist andimpressively firm ass. His dick felt so good poking through his pants, rubbing up against my vagina, I knew I couldorgasm from dry humping him just like that. But I wantedhiminside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. We fuckedfastin the laundry room, where we had a view of the driveway in case my mom came back. Most ofour clothes were still on, andwe powered up the washer so it wouldvibratebeneathmeas he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. It was the dirtiest thing Ive ever done, andI’d do it again.”

2. Seven minutes in high school heaven.

“Last year, as a junior in high school, I was at a house party in my buddys atticwhile his parents were out of town. We were all boozing, downing whatever beer or liquor we could skim off ourparentswhenthisgirl stopped the music suddenly and announced that it was time to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. Sounds lame, maybe,but there’s not much to do in the burbs. I got tossed in the closet with this average looking girlbut I was okay with it sinceshe had above average tits.

When she explained that she’d never given head before, but wanted to try, I was obviously psyched. I unbuttoned my pants and sat down on thecarpeted floor and she approached my erection with equal partsfascinationand ambition. Shestarted massaging my balls and licking my cock like she wanted it. I swear she mustve watched some Jenna Jameson tutorials online or something because she had skills, man. I couldn’t believe itwas the first blowjob shed ever given. WhenI came, she swallowed it all up like it wasthe bestvanilla milkshake she’d ever had. Then she wiped her mouth withherwrist, and whispered, ‘I’ll be waiting in theguest room after this. Come fuck me when you’re ready.’ If only it were alwaysthat simple.”

3. When gal pal sexting goes to the next level.

“Ive never sexted a guy, like, ever, because my parents used to hammerme nonstopwith stories aboutgirls whose reputations weretotally ruined by naked photo scandals. Thing is, Im addicted to frexting, which is essentially sexting, except you do it witha trusted girlfriend who’s way less likely toshareyour career compromising photos witha thousand of herclosest friends. I love sending my bestiessexy pics and waiting to see how they respond. Ill get a little stoned and put onmy best cleavage-ybra and a matching thong or maybe a silk camisole and boy shorts and sprawl out on my futon and snap til I get a shot worth sending. Then Icaption it with somethingfunny and flirtatiousand wait for my friend to one-up me.

What I never suspected is that things would ever escalate from there. But theother night, instead of hitting me back with a frext, one of mybest friendsbarged rightinto my dorm room, grabbed my ass, and started tonguing me. I squirmed in shock for approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. Id never experimentedwith a girl and it was weird at certain points, like when our boobs grazed for the first time, butweird in a hot way. When she inchedher headdown between my legs, I was more nervous than I’ve ever been during oral sex. But I relaxed as soon as I realized how amazingit is to be eatenout by someone who understandsvaginasfirsthand. I returned the favor, of course, and I can honestly say I like licking pussy more than sucking dick. I dont think Im bisexual, exactly, butwho knows!”

4. Long lost hook-up buddies meet (and fuck) again.

“The other day I was on Facebook cyberstalking every woman Ive ever slept with because my wife and I separated a month ago and Im pretty psyched to be back on the market, free to fuck whoever I want without any guilt. Tinders great, but sometimes I ache for something a little more familiar. So I messaged this girl I havent seenclothed or nakedin at least ten years, and she hit me back immediately. Turns out she split from her husband a few months back and she was craving some actiontoo.

Thatsame afternoon, I went over to her placewhileher kid was napping. She answered the door with two shots of tequila in handso we could toast our reunion. Then shehugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest, andnodded towards the couch. Without missing a beat, Iscooped her up into my arms and started nibbling on her neck, remembering with each taste of her flesh how great shed been at dirty talking in our twenties. We fucked in the living room, her on top, flicking her own nipples like a pro as she rode me, whispering all sorts of sexy shit in that seductive voice of hers. Fifteen minutes after we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to herin the kitchen, from behind this time. After round two, we sipped coffeetogether nakedat her dining tableandscheduled anothermeet-up forthe following week. Im getting hard just thinking about banging her again.”

5. A truly trippy romp in the grass.

“Im not into drugs, but when the guy Id been crushing on for ages asked me to shroom with him second semester senior year,I couldnt say no to a psychedelic experience with the dude of my steamy college dreams. The magic mushrooms were actually rolled into small chocolates, so they seemed pretty innocent, and they werent hard to stomach. After we ate them, we walked to this remote corner of campus with a cooler of beers and some chips to snack on.

By the time we started tripping wed finished a six-pack, so we were good and buzzed. Westripped, clumsily, down to our underwear and rolled around in the grass laughing our faces off for what seemed like an hour before he finally made hismove. When he touched me, it was like a thousand male hands were caressing my flesh all over at once. I felt him massaging my pussy, breasts, neck, and thighs simultaneously. It didnt matter that I was hallucinating. It wasincrediblysexy. I orgasmed three times, seizing with pleasure throughoutevery climax. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that unbelievable.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/22/5-real-sex-stories-that-will-make-you-really-horny-part-vi/ from All of Beer https://allofbeercom.tumblr.com/post/167751624947

[allofbeercom]

5 Real Sex Stories That Will Make You Really Horny (Part VI)

Read the original batch of real sex stories here, the second saucy installment here, the third here, the fourth here, and the fifth here.

1. When a college girl thirsts for her moms new man.

“I was back from schoolfor winter break when I met my moms new boyfriend for the first time. My parents divorced when I was five, so it wasnt like it was traumatic or anything to meet the guy. I didnt expect him to be so damn hot, though. Hes a personal trainer, and fit as hellsix-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like you see in advertisements for weight loss supplements andgym memberships. When herang the doorbell one night around 6pm looking formy mom, who was out at the time, I decided to playhostess in my comfy but clingy sweats. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass ofwine.

Two hours later,we were two bottles deep andneither of us hadheard frommy mother. I made the first move, touching his knee and then sliding my hand up his inner thigh. When I got to his crotch,he leaned backand said, ‘Fuck it!’ Then he stood up.I stood up too, on the seat of thecouch. Then I jumped into his arms,legs wrapped tightly around his waist andimpressively firm ass. His dick felt so good poking through his pants, rubbing up against my vagina, I knew I couldorgasm from dry humping him just like that. But I wantedhiminside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. We fuckedfastin the laundry room, where we had a view of the driveway in case my mom came back. Most ofour clothes were still on, andwe powered up the washer so it wouldvibratebeneathmeas he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. It was the dirtiest thing Ive ever done, andI’d do it again.”

2. Seven minutes in high school heaven.

“Last year, as a junior in high school, I was at a house party in my buddys atticwhile his parents were out of town. We were all boozing, downing whatever beer or liquor we could skim off ourparentswhenthisgirl stopped the music suddenly and announced that it was time to play Seven Minutes In Heaven. Sounds lame, maybe,but there’s not much to do in the burbs. I got tossed in the closet with this average looking girlbut I was okay with it sinceshe had above average tits.

When she explained that she’d never given head before, but wanted to try, I was obviously psyched. I unbuttoned my pants and sat down on thecarpeted floor and she approached my erection with equal partsfascinationand ambition. Shestarted massaging my balls and licking my cock like she wanted it. I swear she mustve watched some Jenna Jameson tutorials online or something because she had skills, man. I couldn’t believe itwas the first blowjob shed ever given. WhenI came, she swallowed it all up like it wasthe bestvanilla milkshake she’d ever had. Then she wiped her mouth withherwrist, and whispered, ‘I’ll be waiting in theguest room after this. Come fuck me when you’re ready.’ If only it were alwaysthat simple.”

3. When gal pal sexting goes to the next level.

“Ive never sexted a guy, like, ever, because my parents used to hammerme nonstopwith stories aboutgirls whose reputations weretotally ruined by naked photo scandals. Thing is, Im addicted to frexting, which is essentially sexting, except you do it witha trusted girlfriend who’s way less likely toshareyour career compromising photos witha thousand of herclosest friends. I love sending my bestiessexy pics and waiting to see how they respond. Ill get a little stoned and put onmy best cleavage-ybra and a matching thong or maybe a silk camisole and boy shorts and sprawl out on my futon and snap til I get a shot worth sending. Then Icaption it with somethingfunny and flirtatiousand wait for my friend to one-up me.

What I never suspected is that things would ever escalate from there. But theother night, instead of hitting me back with a frext, one of mybest friendsbarged rightinto my dorm room, grabbed my ass, and started tonguing me. I squirmed in shock for approximately three-point-five seconds before melting into her rough but tender embrace. Id never experimentedwith a girl and it was weird at certain points, like when our boobs grazed for the first time, butweird in a hot way. When she inchedher headdown between my legs, I was more nervous than I’ve ever been during oral sex. But I relaxed as soon as I realized how amazingit is to be eatenout by someone who understandsvaginasfirsthand. I returned the favor, of course, and I can honestly say I like licking pussy more than sucking dick. I dont think Im bisexual, exactly, butwho knows!”

4. Long lost hook-up buddies meet (and fuck) again.

“The other day I was on Facebook cyberstalking every woman Ive ever slept with because my wife and I separated a month ago and Im pretty psyched to be back on the market, free to fuck whoever I want without any guilt. Tinders great, but sometimes I ache for something a little more familiar. So I messaged this girl I havent seenclothed or nakedin at least ten years, and she hit me back immediately. Turns out she split from her husband a few months back and she was craving some actiontoo.

Thatsame afternoon, I went over to her placewhileher kid was napping. She answered the door with two shots of tequila in handso we could toast our reunion. Then shehugged me, pressing her breasts into my chest, andnodded towards the couch. Without missing a beat, Iscooped her up into my arms and started nibbling on her neck, remembering with each taste of her flesh how great shed been at dirty talking in our twenties. We fucked in the living room, her on top, flicking her own nipples like a pro as she rode me, whispering all sorts of sexy shit in that seductive voice of hers. Fifteen minutes after we both came, she wanted it again, so I gave it to herin the kitchen, from behind this time. After round two, we sipped coffeetogether nakedat her dining tableandscheduled anothermeet-up forthe following week. Im getting hard just thinking about banging her again.”

5. A truly trippy romp in the grass.

“Im not into drugs, but when the guy Id been crushing on for ages asked me to shroom with him second semester senior year,I couldnt say no to a psychedelic experience with the dude of my steamy college dreams. The magic mushrooms were actually rolled into small chocolates, so they seemed pretty innocent, and they werent hard to stomach. After we ate them, we walked to this remote corner of campus with a cooler of beers and some chips to snack on.

By the time we started tripping wed finished a six-pack, so we were good and buzzed. Westripped, clumsily, down to our underwear and rolled around in the grass laughing our faces off for what seemed like an hour before he finally made hismove. When he touched me, it was like a thousand male hands were caressing my flesh all over at once. I felt him massaging my pussy, breasts, neck, and thighs simultaneously. It didnt matter that I was hallucinating. It wasincrediblysexy. I orgasmed three times, seizing with pleasure throughoutevery climax. I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling that unbelievable.”

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/2017/11/22/5-real-sex-stories-that-will-make-you-really-horny-part-vi/

[sending-the-message]

So my friends and I broke into an abandoned school and i've never been more traumatized in my life. by oddliar

My three friends, Aiden, Blair, Alexia and I have all been a group for a little over a year. we've done everything and more together. I was driving through town one day and saw this abandoned building, it looked like a school. That's when i thought of the idea to try and get into the place for fun. I texted them and they seemed to be pretty hyped up and excited. So the next day, we planned to break in.

As we were walking up the path, we saw a few security cameras and it was raining pretty heavy, there was even lightning (cliché, right?) so we didn't waste any time debating wether to do it or not. We jumped the gate and ran over the the front entrance. the doors were locked and we heard a high pitched buzzing noise coming from inside.

"Let's break a window", Aiden said before we realized that all of the bottom rows of windows were boarded up. The only other windows were further up and we didn't have anything to climb. So we walked around the side of the building and noticed that there were large doors, but they were covered by some sort of heavy containers that were stacked up. We couldn't find a way in. That was until we found a tiny shelter/building thing that was connected to the building - I'm not too sure what to call it - and we saw doors at one side. To our surprise, they were unlocked.

Of course, we opened the doors. They were pretty stiff and it took all four of us to pull at the doors for them to open. They were all scraped on the other side. We all smiled at each other in a way that said, "this is pretty cool shit". We checked to see if the lights worked, but they didn't. There were tiny bits of light shining through into the halls though. I took a lot of photos with my new camera, i'm a very sentimental guy. We guided ourselves through the building with our phone's flashlights. We walked through the halls which were lined with doors to classrooms. We opened every single door and walked in, looking in the drawers of the teachers desk, looking in the storage rooms, it was so creepy and amazing at the same time.

At this point, it wasn't that light outside anymore, and there was still rain and thunder/lightning. We had explored most of the bottom floor, the last place we went was the big, empty sport hall before walking up the stairs. Me, being the most excited ran up the stairs before the others and i turned the corner where they couldn't see and immediately saw doors to the library and i turned around to show my friends who were right behind me. Except they weren't. I texted my friends a bunch of times and tried to call them but none of them were answering. I didn't know what to do. Do I go back where we walked in? Do I wait for them? Do I keep exploring?

I decided to walk back down the stairs and go through the halls, checking every room we entered until I reached the doors that we came through. They were closed, even though we left them open. I kicked and kicked as hard as I could but they wouldn't open. I heard Aiden in the distance, like he was upstairs. It sounded like he was talking to someone but I didn't hear any other voices and I couldn't make out what he was saying. I shouted, "Aiden?" and got no reply. I shouted again, "Aiden? Im literally shaking, please stop this isn't funny", and nothing happened. I know my friends very well, and I know they wouldn't keep a joke going on this long, and they definitely wouldn't do something like this. I was really freaking out now, so I ran through the whole school trying to get to the top floor where the windows weren't boarded up.

Eventually, I reached the third and top floor and noticed it was dark outside. I peeked through one of the windows and saw three little lights, and I realized it was my friends. I felt immediate anxiety in my chest. I knocked the window but they didn't react. They were all standing there; Alexia was crying while Aiden and Blair argued. They all looked shaken and/or worried. I picked up a piece of metal that was lying on the ground with the dust, other materials and debris. I banged against the window, trying to smash it and it wouldn't work. I even kicked it multiple times and nothing happened. Then I noticed handprints on every other window on this floor. As if other people in the past had their hands against the window, peeking out. Exactly like I was doing at that moment. I put my hands on my head in a moment of despair. I really didn't know what to do. I screamed at the top of my lungs, "FUCK". Then I heard footsteps around the corner. I stood in shock, and didn't move or speak or react at all. Then they stopped and a voice like Blair's spoke and said, "How the fuck do I get out of here?" It said in a frantic voice. A tear dripped down my face.

I walked down the hall and as I passed one window, and another, I heard a thumping on one of the windows and someone screaming for help. It was a female voice, much like Alexia's... I ran fast down the hall and reached some stairs and I was so horrified that I slipped on one of the last steps and fell to the ground. I cut my arm on a piece of debris on the ground. I screamed in pain and wiped my arm in my shirt. I was now on the second floor. Then, I continued and walked back down to the bottom floor and ran into the sports hall. There was no way out from there. I walked through and saw a small garden that I didn't notice was there at first.

The door was unlocked and I pushed it open, it wasn't too stiff. I walked through the garden and was getting drenched in the rain. I saw a path and walked along it, walking alongside the school dinner hall. These windows weren't boarded up, but some of them were so dirty you couldn't really look through them. Suddenly, a loud bang came from the window and i saw the silhouette of a human body against the window. It seemed to walk backwards and then suddenly ran forwards and slammed into the window. I stood in shock as this person or thing slammed itself into the window. It was so dark outside now, practically pitched black. I ran along the path away from the dinner hall windows and it brought me to the back of the school. I ran round the side that we didn't explore and saw gates. I tried to climb over them multiple times before finally getting over them. I ran down this side which brought me to the front of the building and I didn't see my friends. I screamed for them and got no reply. I sat for ten minutes thinking about where they could have gone. Then I heard panting. I heard running footsteps and it was Aiden, he climbed over the same gate that I did. He ran over to me and hugged me. A few seconds after, Blair came the same way. She saw us and cried. She was shaking like crazy. Alexia was still not here. The three of us stood in silence, waiting for something to happen. We heard a faint scream getting louder as Alexia ran into the gate that we had all jumped over. She began to climb it and eventually got over, before collapsing onto the ground and crying in front of us.

We all discussed what happened and that's when we all got even more freaked out. I'll tell you now. Alexia, panting, told us what happened to her first. She said, "After Henry (me) walked up the stairs, I ran up after him and couldn't see him in the hall so I turned round to where Blair and Aiden were walking behind me and they weren't there. I got lost and I walked everywhere. I went to the top floor and I saw you three outside. Then I heard banging on the windows. Then I banged on the windows and screamed for help but you couldn't hear me." - That's when she noticed that Blair, Aiden and I had our hands over our mouths in shock. "Thats almost exactly what happened to me," Blair started. Aiden put his hands on his head in awe and listened while Alexia had a confused look on her face. Blair continues, "Aiden and me were walking up the stairs to look for Alexia and Henry but we couldnt see you guys. Aiden went into one of the classrooms and I walked into the library. When I couldn't find Alexia or Henry, I walked out of the library and Aiden wasn't there. I was shaking, calling his name and asking him where he went but he didn't reply". Aiden then included, "Blair, when I came out of the classroom you were nowhere to be found. Neither were Henry or Alexia. I went looking on the top floor and just kept asking myself how the fuck could I get out". I told my side of the story and we connected the pieces. We were all in the same place; speaking, yelling, banging but none of us could see each other. We could hear each other, but not see each other. I heard Blair talking, Alexia banging on the windows for help, and Aiden talking to himself. We all heard each other, but didn't see each other.

After we finished talking and realised what the fuck had just happened, Alexia pointed out the front of the building. Some of the windows in the top floor that weren't boarded up had words painted on them. "L E A V E N O W". We looked at each other before sprinting out of the property. It's been months since that night and we still talk about it a lot but we have never understood why or what happened to us.