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Previous Joel Fics: Mule [5.1K], Atta Girl [10.2K]

Summary: Ellie steals one of Bills magazines and you and Joel decide to see what the fuss is about.

Word Count: 3k

CW: Possible spoilers for episode 3, but I haven’t seen it! Based on the game. Heavily inspired by my bestie @foxilayde. A much lighter fic than the last few, a little bit of dry comedy, a little bit of playful Joel, but also a little bashful. Consumption of porn magazine, companions to lovers(?), p in v sex, fingering. Not proof read.

Tease: “Can feel you squeezin’ me. You gonna c** for me?”

“N-Now Ellie, that ain’t for kids-“

“Woaaah!” Ellie had exclaimed, holding up the magazine rustling in her hand by her fingertips, her arm outstretched to take in the whole double page, “How- How the hell would he even walk around with that thing?!”

That had piqued your interest, eyes snapping up to the rearview mirror. Ellie was giggling, grinning from ear to ear as Joel turned in his seat to snatch the paper emblazoned with PLAYGIRL in red lettering from her hand.

“Would you jus’-“

“Hold your horses!” Ellie had insisted, “I wanna see what all the fuss is about!”

You hadn’t said anything at the time, chuckling at the way Joel’s cheeks flushed as Ellie asked all kinds of inappropriate questions. It was only when she discarded the pornographic magazine on the floor of the truck at the end of her smutty inquisition and fell asleep on the back seat upon Joel’s insistence that you made a note of where she had dropped it in the footwell.

Joel, having stopped to rest, slept in the front seat. His head tilted forwards; a gentle snore indicated he was out cold. With some courage and a little luck, you managed to grab the magazine without waking either of the sleeping duo and exit the truck.

Settling back in the bed of the pickup truck now and minding how uncomfortable it was to lean against the metal, you set a flashlight against the floor, open up the worn pages of the filthy magazine and chew nervously on your lower lip.

Of course, you weren’t to judge Bill for his sexuality. You never had before the outbreak, and there certainly wasn’t any point in being a bigot when the world had ended. In fact, thumbing through each crinkled page, you can’t help but thank Bill for his impressive collection of smutty male pages.

Each page had a collection of pictures and articles on everything from the ‘best sex positions for your zodiac signs’ to ‘average penis size of men around the world’. Clearly photographed in the 80s, based on the moustaches alone, each man photographed in a multitude of poses was muscular, slathered in oil, and donning the tiniest speedos while exhibiting the most prominent bulges beneath the aquablade fabric.

Ellie was right, how do they walk around with those things?

One, in particular, caught your eye; the sunset-orange speedos sat snug against the globes of his ass. The muscles in his back were defined, rippling with each of his poses. They were so clear beneath his golden tan you could probably label each picture like an anatomy textbook. He was pretty, and he made your face warm up.

“That your type?” A gruff, rumbling voice makes your body jolt in shock, inhaling a petrified gasp.

Joel had stepped out of the truck while you were distracted by the glutes and pectorals of the gorgeous male models, catching you off guard as he walked up behind you. He crossed his arms over his chest, biceps straining the sleeves of his denim shirt.

“Mhm- N-No! No, I was just reading about how standard American men have a less-than-average dick length,” you lie smoothly to cover up being caught red-handed, using some of the data you had read a few pages back. “What about yours? Is your moody personality compensating for something?”

“You ain’t funny,” he answers flatly, refusing to rise to your childish jabs as he climbs up into the truck bed with you. You catch a glimpse of the pistol buried in the waistband of his jeans, and your pulse races faster than it had with any of the round bums you’d seen in the pages.

“I’d say I’m hilarious. It’s the trauma of experiencing The End. It builds chara-cter,” you ramble, only stuttering when Joel manages to pry the glossy papers from your hands. His eyes scan over the page with a look of disinterest.

“But outta date, don’t you think?” He grumbles in that grumpy, man-child way he does that always has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He’s pointing at the very 80s-style porn staches.

“Dunno, wouldn’t exactly call your facial hair ‘trendy’,” you scoff, watching him flick to the page titled in bold capitals: EXCITING SEX TRICKS TO TRY!

It’s ridiculous. You’re both grown adults, and it’s not as though the two of you were born during the outbreak. You’d both been through high school, and no doubt had sexual partners before Cordyceps took hold of the world. However, the prospect of talking sex with Joel Miller was mortifying.

You can feel the heat creeping up your throat as his eyes scan the sections of information with such indifference that you’re almost sure that he’s bored. Perhaps he was. It wasn’t as though you had caught him taking some time to himself during your great journey.

Joel is so lost in the writing that you allow yourself a moment to take in the slope of his nose, the slant of his cupid's bow framed by his greying moustache. Beneath his creased, frowning brow, his long lashes surround the deep brown of his eyes as they flick back and forth across the page. He was a handsome man. Was there no one waiting for him back in the Boston QZ? He’d never sa-

“The fuck is guddlin’?” Joel speaks out, shocking you from your thoughts with a start. You blink slowly, probably looking really fucking stupid as you choke on the words stuck in your throat when Joel looks up at you with a quirked brow.

“I-“

“I mean, I know guddlin’ in a fishin’ sense,” he interrupts, pointing to the page and prodding it with the tip of his finger, “Not in a-… Not in this sense, though.”

“Does-… Does it not explain?” You ask him quietly, your mouth suddenly very dry. Joel gives a light shrug, his eyes wandering over the page in search of a definition.

“Oh- Here,” he points out. He takes a second to read, his tanned skin tinged with pink as the words sink in. “Uhm… It’s- Well, it’s-“

Poor Joel looks as though he’s seconds away from an aneurysm attempting to explain the bizarre sex act without actually saying it. You scoff, snatching up the crinkled magazine and reading over the asterisk in small print at the bottom of the information page.

‘To insert one's finger(s) into a woman's vagina to pleasure her digitally while simultaneously having penile-vaginal intercourse with her.’

You pause, your lips parting as you look at Joel with a weak laugh. He’s rubbing at the back of his neck, eyes cast somewhere on the horizon in an attempt to avoid your own. He’s as embarrassed as you are, it seems, clearing his throat with a weak chuckle.

“Well,” he mumbled, eyes flicking to the magazine, “Must’a been good for it to end up in that.”

You nod slowly, chewing on the inside of your cheek as you glance down at the black and white print that appears to all blur together in embarrassment. “Mhm.”

You can feel your pulse between your thighs, your skin tingling beneath what you assume is Joel’s gaze. It’s crude, utterly filthy, but you can imagine the stretch, the feeling of his weapon-calloused fingertips coaxing your g-spot as he slowly sinks into you.

Slowly, with trembling hands, you close the magazine with a nervous laugh, discarding it with a half-hearted toss over the edge of the truck bed and onto the roadside. “Stupid shit anyway…”

Your aimless comment is met with silence, and you’re far too humiliated to face the notion of looking at Joel. You imagine he thinks you’re insane, having caught you reading and enjoying this filth.

“… Take it you ain’t tried that before?” Joel’s gruff voice cuts through the sound of the crickets in the surrounding grass, and you can’t help but laugh, simply shaking your head and avoiding his gaze.

A delicate brush of skin against your ankle sparks something raw up your spine. You look at it quickly, seeing Joel’s fingertips tracing the rough circumference of the joint beneath them. Your skin prickles pleasantly, and you look up at your partner- your smuggling partner- through your lashes.

His expression is firm, but his eyes betray his outward calm display. They’re flickering between your lips and eyes, his exhale slow as he attempts to force out some words he appears afraid to put out into the atmosphere.

“Do you… Do you wanna try it?”

It’s haphazard, delivered clumsily, and so utterly unlike Joel. You can see the cringe in his expression when the sentence settles in the air, and your heart lurches when you see he’s sincere. That he wants you and that he’s letting you know after years of hiding it from you.

God, you don’t even give him another second to doubt himself. You’re scrambling into his lap, straddling it and pressing your mouth to his in a kiss that hurts more than it pleases, his teeth scraping your lower lip and your tongue tracing his own.

You can feel it through the thin, worn denim of his jeans, the jump of his cock when you settle your crotch down against the seam. His hands are vicious, grasping handfuls of your thighs, your ass, your hips. He could bruise the shape of his fingerprints into you, and you’d thank him, would beg him to put you through the pain again to brand you as his.

He groans out your name into your mouth, but it sounds more like a growl rattling in his chest. You’re fumbling in the low lighting with his belt buckle, the clinking of the clasp bringing you relief when you free Joel’s hips from their leather confines. It’s almost frantic, the pace you set as you try and fail, try and fail before you successfully pop the button of his jeans and yank them over his hips. There’s not enough time to rid him of them completely, so Joel settles with the waistband resting just above his knees.

“C’mere,” Joel husks, his lips brushing yours as he speaks and forces your cargo pants over your hips without even bothering to let down the zip. It hurts a little, smarts, but it sparks something desperate in you when you realise it’s pulled down your underwear too, leaving you exposed to his gropes.

One hand grasps the globe of your asscheek, giving a brutally harsh squeeze. The other sinks between your thighs. Joel’s groan of delight when he finds the insides of your thighs soaked causes your cunt to throb before he’s even touched it.

"Is that all me?" He asks you, his voice dipping to a deep, spine-shuddering hum. He sweeps the calloused pad of his index fingertip up the inside of your thigh and through your pussy lips. You can hear the wetness there when he notches against your clit, when he sinks the very tip of his fingers into your entrance. "That all me, or did you like the pornstache more than I realised?"

You usually would scoff in Joel's face, tell him to stop being so ridiculous and self-absorbed, but he's slowly circling your frayed bundle of nerves with his thumb, and your jaw is slack. You can't even think of a witty retort, just grasping feebly at the collar of his denim shirt.

"I'm gonna take what I want from that lack of response," he fills the silence for you, an infuriating smirk settling on his lips as he sinks his fingers inside of you.

The lack of resistance and eagerness from your cunt catches you both off guard, Joel groaning in delight as you take the length of his digits so easily. "Fuck~”

You whimper out Joel’s name, thighs trembling on either side of his lap as he coaxes his fingers towards him inside of you and wasting no time in finding the spot that would bring tears to your eyes.

“Ah,” he breathes, a smirk playing on his lips when he sees your torso crumple inwards as his touch brushes something electric inside you. “Ah- that’s it, ain’t it?”

It’s pathetic. You want to answer him, even sob out wordlessly as the wave of pleasure crashes through you at the delicate touch, but your words are stalled in your throat as Joel circles that sensitive wall inside you with his nimble fingers.

“C’mere,” he growls, seeing your expression contorted desperately and deciding he can’t wait much longer. One hand is still busy with building your orgasm, and his other clumsily pulls down his boxers and exposes his ruddy length.

Joel gives you barely a moment to absorb what it is you see, managing to process the pink tinge to the velvet skin of his cockhead and the smear of precum that glistens under the low lighting before he’s hoisting you over him, knees on either side of his hips.

It’s filthy and disgusting and raw, the way he uses his free hand to sweep his cock across your clit. It sparks something dangerous deep inside your abdomen, another wave of increasingly unmanageable bliss that wraps around your spinal cord and constricts your lungs. You barely choke out his name, your fist punching his shoulder as if to say, ‘stop teasing!’ before Joel sinks into your wet heat with a broken rasp of your name.

Tight. Everything is coiled up so tightly inside you as the width of Joel’s cock-head pushes past your entrance, your walls swallowing him and squeezing him as he sinks in slowly. Your fingernails are digging into his shoulders through his denim shirt, tears of bliss welling in your eyes as he fills you completely. All the while he continues to circle and poke and prod at your g-spot, simultaneously building up your orgasm and wrecking you.

“That’s it,” he husks, breathless as he helps you settle down to the hilt of his dick. He’s nudging your cervix, and you feel so impossibly full that your body is trembling around him, pushed to its absolute limit as your tears stream down your cheeks. They drip from your chin, leaving deeper wet stains across the faded blue of his shirt.

Then he’s shoving his hips upwards and into you, and it’s like you can’t hold onto him tight enough. You’re scrabbling for some kind of grip that can brace you against the simultaneous stimulation of his thrusts and his fingers circling something mind-numbingly raw inside you. The rusty parts of the van creak beneath the motion, and between your slurred curses and weak cries of his name, you’re trying to warn him to be quiet, not to wake Ellie.

You can barely manage to coax him on, eyes rolling back and forehead falling forward onto his shoulder as you give in entirely to the creeping orgasm that picks up your spine.

“C-Can feel you,” Joel stumbles over his own words and laughs, his cock twitching inside you as he continues to drag in and out of your abused pussy, “Can feel you squeezin’ me. You gonna cum for me?”

You want to slap him. Want to make him walk to Pittsburgh with this cocky attitude, this cavalier facade that is so unlike his usual brusque persona. Instead, you’re keening for him, nodding your head against his collarbone and squeaking out your best impression of a ‘yes, Joel, please, please!’

Shit- it’s coming. You feel it racing through you before he even delivers his devastating blow. You think it can’t get any more intense, that it can’t feel any better than this, until he’s pushing his hips upwards and manoeuvres his hand to brush his thumb against your swollen, sensitive clit.

The print of his thumb doesn’t even make it a full rotation before your orgasm comes roaring forwards, slamming through your body to the point it’s almost painful in the best way. You’re quick to smother your scream of his name, biting down hard on the denim fabric at Joel’s throat and releasing the devastating shout of his name into the fibres between your teeth.

Poor Joel stumbles with how hard your body clamps down on him, his galloping thrusts reduced to sloppy stutters of his hips as a grating, pained groan rattles through his ribs beside your ear. Distantly, you can feel him pulsing inside you, filling you until his cum is spilling down the sides of his cock.

“God-“ He chokes out, voice catching in his throat as you heave for breath. It’s not as though he has the energy to lift you from him, still buzzing. You’re somewhere else entirely, vision blurry and consciousness far outside the dermis walls of your body.

Slumped against Joel, you focus on breathing. How do you do it again? In and out… In and out. It’s embarrassing, the way he’s left you unsure of essential bodily functions. The ease with which he’s numbed your mind and body.

Ironically, though, he makes it easier to find your way back to yourself. His steady, albeit heavy, breathing ticks like a metronome, easing you down from the impossible high you’ve ascended beneath his touch. He smells like salty sweat, like mud that cakes his boots and the truck's tyres.

“You think maybe we should pick that magazine back up?” Joel mumbled into your hair, oddly quiet and almost shy despite the blunt delivery of the query.

Pausing, you glance up at him through your lashes and catch a tinge of embarrassment on his cheeks. He’s staring down at the sidewalk next to the tyres, no doubt eyeing up the pages strewn across the cement flags.

“… Well,” you whisper, voice hoarse, “You never know what survival skills we might need. With your blueprints for Molotovs and upgrading weapons and my articles on ‘bizarre sex positions’, we’re bound to survive the apocalypse-“

“Alright, darlin’,” Joel attempts to speak you down from your amused ramblings, made awkward by the crudeness of the conversation once again.

“I mean, what the fuck is the ‘Pretzel Dip’?”

“Fuck if I know,” he admits with an air of chagrin.

“… You’re not much of a playboy, are you Miller?”

“Shut up and put your pants on.”

END

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atomicladytimetravel · 4 months

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Summary: No outbreak AU. Joel Miller owns Miller Contracting and you are his assistant. When Joel gets the bid from a huge client, he celebrates by doing what any sane man would do…banging the assistant.

Warnings: Porn with very little plot. Drug use (marijuana), Boss/Employee relations, Smut/Explicit. Contains sex under the influence of marijuana, nipple play/stimulation, oral (f and m receiving) light gagging, fingering, Joel’s a little cocky about his dick (pun intended). Joel is a simp for you. No physical description of reader, other than female.

18+ only - MDNI

Friday. Fucking finally. Not only is it the end of your work week, but it’s also the end of you spending longer evenings than usual helping your boss put together a bid for one of the biggest clients he could ever hope to acquire. You can’t do any real complaining though - Joel made sure you were well compensated for your extra time and (let’s just face it) he sure is fun to look at. Not to mention the, you know, huge fucking crush you’ve had on the man for…well, for probably about as long as you’ve worked for him. Suffice to say, you’d do juuuuust about anything Joel asked you to do.

You’re making your way to your favorite hole-in-the-wall Chinese restaurant, the air conditioning in your car blasting to combat the sweltering Texas heat. You have to pass the small office building that houses Miller Contracting on your way to get to the Chinese place and, even though it’s damn near ten o’clock, Joel’s old pickup truck still sits in its usual parking space. Curious, you pull out your phone and select his name from your recent call log. He answers on the first ring.

“Now why are you callin’ me this late darlin’?” he drawls. His speech is raspy and a little slow; he sounds so fucking sexy.

“Oh no reason really, just wondering why I see your truck parked at the office,” you respond. He chuckles a little.

“You stalkin’ me or something?”

You smile and roll your eyes, even though he can’t see you.

“In your dreams, Miller,” you retort playfully. “I’m on my way to get some food and I just so happened to pass by.”

“Well, I was gonna wait until Monday and tell you in person, but…Avalon Premier Hotels accepted our bid.”

You can hear the grin in his voice and you hear yourself gasp.

“Joel, oh my god! That’s incredible news!” you squeal excitedly. On the other end of the call, Joel thinks to himself that he would very much like to hear those first four words again in a much different context.

Unbeknownst to you, Joel has been smitten since you stepped foot in his office for the first time. He internally cursed his HR department that day for hiring the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But they had done just as he’d asked and hired the best damn person for the job. Joel has told you on more than one occasion that he has no idea how he made it without you.

“I’m just over here celebrating a little. The sound system Tommy insisted we put in the employee lounge outdoes mine by a long shot and I wanted to hear some music,” he explains further. “You should come join me. You know I couldn’t have done this without you.”

You look down at your outfit - a tank top, no bra and a pair of what are quite possibly the shortest shorts you own - and contemplate the offer. You remember you’re off the clock and think, “the hell with it, he can’t dress code me now.”

“Sure,” you accept. “You want some Chinese food?”

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When you open the front door to the office, you’re immediately hit by the pungent aroma of marijuana. Ah, now his slow, raspy speech makes sense. When you enter the employee lounge, you find Joel manspread on the couch, a fat blunt dangling from his lips. He’s changed out of the button up you had drooled over all day and into a Miller Contracting t-shirt that hugged his delicious biceps. Nirvana is playing loudly over the sound system and he doesn’t realize you’re there until you plop the food down on the coffee table. His eyes rake over your body unashamedly and you find yourself blushing under his gaze. He reaches for the remote and turns the music down.

“God damn sugar, I didn’t realize I’d be gettin’ dinner and a show.”

“It’s like 103 degrees right now Joel. Besides, I’m off the clock,” you remind him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hey, ain’t sayin’ it’s a bad thing,” he winks. You eye him suspiciously, but he just smiles innocently. He pats the couch cushion next to him and when you sit down, he holds the blunt to your lips. “You deserve t’relax a little, too.”

You take the blunt between your lips and inhale the smoke, holding it for a few seconds before exhaling through your nose. You’re not exactly a stranger to pot, but it has been a while since you’ve smoked any. It doesn’t take long at all for the foggy feeling to take over, your body feeling weightless. The munchies kick in soon after, and you and Joel practically inhale the Chinese food. As you eat, another blunt is passed back and forth and you’re soon the highest you can ever remember being.

Joel cleans up the remnants of your dinner and you sink into the couch cushions, your fuzzy brain content to just stare at nothing. When he returns, he sits so close to you that your thighs touch. He leans back and throws his arm around the cushion behind you. You’re close enough to smell his cologne and that plus the fact that he’s so close makes you want him, bad.

“This may have been a bad idea. Weed makes me so horny,” you say. You had wholeheartedly intended for that to be a thought and not something you said aloud to your boss. You’re mortified when you realize that the words actually came out of your mouth. Before you can even attempt to apologize, though, Joel responds.

“Oh yeah? You want some help with that?” He looks down at you expectantly and you stare back at him blankly for a moment before answering.

“I…y-yeah, yes,” you stammer. The next thing you know, you’re being pulled onto his lap; the fabric of your shorts is thin and you can feel just how hard he already is beneath the denim of his jeans. He kisses you with the passion of someone who’s been starved of affection. He holds you tightly close to his body, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he doesn’t.

“Please tell me this is real,” he murmurs into the kiss.

“It’s real,” you giggle, resting your forehead against his.

“You are so pretty. Absolutely fuckin’ gorgeous,” he says softly. You kiss again, open mouthed and tongues swirling together. You grind your hips onto him, trying to relieve the aching between your thighs. He puts his hands on your hips to stop them.

“Ain’t gotta do all that now. I’ll take care of ya soon, understand?” he says sternly. You let out a tiny, pathetic whimper but nod in agreement. He shakes his head and uses his pointer finger to tap your lips.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, I understand,” you tell him.

“Yes what?” he asks, eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Yes sir.”

“That’s a good girl. Fuck, I just knew you would be. You want to be my good girl, hm?”

The whole time he’s been talking, his hands have been roaming farther and farther under your tank top. His fingertips brushing against your skin makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Yes sir,” you reply in a voice barely above a whisper.

He’s cupping your breasts now, thumbs swiping repeatedly over your nipples. The urge to grind on him again is overwhelming, but you hold still. You whine softly when he removes his hands and he shushes you.

“Relax sweet thing. I just want to get this shirt off of ya is all.”

He pushes the shirt up your torso and you raise your arms to let him pull it over your head. He groans appreciatively at the sight of your breasts and pushes them together before burying his face between them.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mumbles against your skin. He puts his mouth all over your breasts, sucking and nibbling and making you want to rock your hips so badly you can hardly stand it. You gasp softly when he latches on to your nipple, sucking until the bud has hardened. When he switches to the other side, you can’t help but roll your hips, craving some sort of relief.

“Ah, ah,” he admonishes, his hands holding onto your hips firmly. “What did I say?”

“I’m sorry,” you pout. “I just need you to touch me so bad sir.”

“Oh, is that all?” he teases, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. He pinches both nipples between his fingers gently. “How’s this?”

“It feels good, but I need more sir.”

“Hmmm…no, I think I’ll see if I can make you cum like this first.”

No one has ever tried to make you orgasm this way, and you’re not even sure it’s possible. You tell him this, but he just shakes his head.

“Can I try? If it doesn’t work for you, we can move on, I promise.”

“Yes sir, you can try.”

He smiles softly and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’m going to squeeze a little harder, just let me know if you start feelin’ anything besides good.”

It feels amazing. Pleasure surges through you and you tip your head back, your hands gripping onto his shoulders to keep you steady. He alternates between pinching and rolling and you concentrate on the throbbing between your legs. He squeezes just a bit harder and it feels so good that a drawn out moan passes through your lips.

“Yeah sugar? How’s that feel?” he asks.

“Good. R-really good,” you respond breathlessly. “Maybe a little harder.”

“How’s this baby?” he asks as he pinches a little harder. There’s a little pain this time, but it’s a delicious kind of hurt.

“Oh!” you gasp, surprised to feel the stirrings of an orgasm. “Don’t stop please, it feels so good.”

“You’re doing so good baby,” he praises, leaning forward to press a kiss to your throat. He keeps the pressure and rolls your sensitive nipples between his fingers. Your eyes flutter and your orgasm is so close you can taste it.

“You’re close aren’tcha? What a good girl; go ahead and let it go baby.”

With his encouragement, an orgasm washes over you and you hear yourself shouting his name. With one hand still tweaking a nipple, he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you steady as you shake above him. When you come down, your eyes open to see Joel looking at you with a mix of awe and adoration.

“That was the most beautiful god damn thing I’ve ever seen,” he says before capturing your lips in a needy kiss. He sets you gently back on the couch and stands above you, squeezing the length of his cock through his jeans.

“God damn, I swear I stay hard for you,” he groans. “You know how many times I’ve shot my load thinkin’ ‘bout you?”

“Probably as many times as I’ve made myself cum thinking about you.”

“You mean we coulda been doin’ this all along?” he asks, still palming himself through his jeans. You lean back into the corner of the couch and press your middle finger to your clit over your shorts while you watch him; something about the action turns you on so much.

“You’re my boss Joel,” you point out.

“I also own this company doll. I can do whatever I want,” he reminds you. He pulls his shirt over his head and you finally get to see the body you’ve been fantasizing about for so long. His shoulders are broad and his arms are thick. His midsection is soft, but you can still see v-lines disappearing into his jeans. He undresses down to his boxer briefs and you watch, mesmerized, when he slowly pulls his belt through its loops. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been more turned on. He kneels in front of you and taps your hip, signaling for you to lift them.

“Up,” he commands. You lift your hips and he hooks his fingers in the waistband of your shorts. He drags them down your legs and is pleasantly surprised to see your lack of panties.

“No bra, no panties? What a naughty girl,” he tuts.

“Told ya I was dressed for comfort.”

He doesn’t respond, just tosses the shorts aside and admires your naked form.

“I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he says, shaking his head. He showers your body with kisses, sucking occasionally on your most sensitive places. You’ll be covered in hickeys later, splotchy red and purple reminders of how Joel worships your body. He places his palms on the insides of your knees and spreads them, giving himself a view of your glistening pussy. He spreads your lips with his first two fingers to admire what he considers a work of art.

“Look how pretty,” he murmurs. Before you can utter a response, he leans in and licks you from opening to clit. He alternates between this and kitten licking your clit and you have to fight yourself to not start riding his face.

“Fuck, you got the sweetest little pussy darlin’,” he groans into your center. He hooks his arms behind your knees and begins to eat you out with fervor. He swirls patterns on your clit with his tongue, dipping it into your entrance every now and then. You’re enjoying it too much to notice that he spells “J O E L” on your clit with his tongue, silently claiming your pussy as his.

“Mmm, fuck Joel, it feels so good,” you whine. You feel two thick fingers slide into your entrance and you buck your hips at the sensation. He flattens his free hand over your belly and pins you to the couch cushions. He curls his fingers into your g-spot as his tongue continues to flick over your clit and your moans mix with the wet squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Joel, oh my god!” you shout, your head falling back onto the arm of the couch. And there they were, those four words he’d wished to hear just over an hour ago. He’s never heard anything so beautiful in his life. You hear him moan and you lift your head to watch him. His eyes are hooded and his free hand is in his boxers stroking his cock. It’s undoubtedly one of the hottest things you’ve ever witnessed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m so close,” you moan. He sucks your clit once, twice and on the third time, you come apart for him. He can’t help the satisfied smile on his face as he watches you tremble, his name tumbling from your lips like a chant. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re shiny with your spend. He spreads them apart and a string of fluid connects them.

“Look at the mess you made for me baby,” he marvels. He brings his fingers to your lips and you open for him; you suck his fingers clean, never breaking eye contact. You hear him moan softly when you swirl your tongue around the digits. He stands and you can see how painfully hard he is through his boxer briefs. You can’t help but stare at the outline of his cock, wondering how he walks around with that thing between his legs. He sees you staring and smirks.

“You wanna see my cock baby?” he asks.

“Yes sir,” you nod, blushing a little at being caught staring. You watch in anticipation as he pulls his underwear down, cock springing free and practically smacking him in the stomach. Your eyes widen when you see his size. He’s thick and probably around eight or nine inches. He wraps a hand around it and strokes a few times.

“Think you can put it in your mouth for me? I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock,” he says, smoothing his other hand over your hair.

“Yes sir, wanna make you feel good,” you respond obediently, sitting up from your reclined position.

“Oh, what a good girl,” he praises. You wrap your lips around his tip and suck the precum seeping out.

“Oh fuuuuuck baby girl,” he rasps. You hollow out your cheeks and slowly inch him in your mouth. You put your hands on his hips as you bob your head back and forth. His hand flies to your hair when you pull all the way back to his tip before plunging him down your throat. You gag a little bit and pull back some, tears prickling at your eyes. You repeat the process until there are tears trickling down your cheeks.

“Shit baby, you give such good fuckin’ head,” he says through gritted teeth. “Look at ya, chokin’ on my cock.”

He lets you gag a few more times before he pulls your head back gently. He looks down at you sweetly and wipes the tears from your cheeks before offering his hand to help you up.

“You did so good f’me baby, gaggin’ on this big cock like a pro. I wanna stuff that pretty pussy now, though. Get on your knees f’me.”

You settle onto your knees, resting your palms on the back of the couch. A stinging smack lands on your right ass cheek and you moan.

“There’s that gorgeous ass I love to look at,” he says, squeezing it appreciatively. He lays his palm flat on your lower back, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock. He pushes the tip into your entrance and your walls stretch around him. He’s a bit bigger than anything you’ve taken before and it stings for just a moment, making you whimper.

“I know it’s big baby girl. I’m gonna go slow,” he coos. He rubs his thumbs in soothing circles on your hips as he inches himself inside.

“You’re doin’ so good, takin’ me so well,” he praises.

“Oh fuck, I’m so full,” you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Yeah baby? You like bein’ full of my big cock?”

“God yeah, it feels so good.”

He squeezes your hips affectionately as he sets a languid pace. He’s only been inside you for a minute and you know that no other man will be good enough ever again.

“Fuck, this is the best god damn pussy I’ve ever had,” he says, as if reading your mind. “Like it was made just for me.”

You begin to push back and meet his thrusts, your bodies moving in sync. His grip on your ass is so tight that you’re sure half moon shaped indentions will be left behind from his fingernails.

“That’s it baby, bounce back on my dick,” he grits out. He smacks your ass and groans appreciatively as it ripples underneath his palm. “Does it feel good baby, hmm? Tell me how good it feels, lemme hear you.”

“F-feels so good. You’re making my little pussy feel s-so fucking good.”

He grabs your shoulder and pulls you up so that your bodies are flush; he moves your hair aside and puts his lips to your ear as his thrusts become faster and more aggressive.

“I’m gonna destroy your pussy this weekend baby,” he says in a gravelly whisper. “I’ve been waitin’ so long. Might have to carry you into work Monday.”

“Oh god, please,” you mewl in response.

“Yeah baby? You’d like that huh, takin’ this cock all weekend?”

“Yes, oh god yes, your cock feels so good!”

He reaches around to toy with your clit and your head falls back onto his shoulder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you pant. He rubs your clit faster, pressing a frenzied kiss to your lips.

“That’s it, give it to me baby girl. Cum all over my cock.”

You grab onto his forearm to steady yourself as you cum hard around him. He talks you through it, whispering lowly in your ear.

“There ya go baby, let it go. Doing so good f’me darlin’.”

Once you’ve come back to earth, he pulls out gently and sits down on the couch. He takes you by the hand and guides you to straddle him again.

“I wanna see you baby,” he explains. “You’re a fuckin’ goddess.”

You sink onto his cock and he rests his hands on your hips. He guides your hips back and forth slowly and it feels so good that you attempt to speed up.

“No baby, let’s go slow,” he says, looking into your eyes. “Just enjoy this with me, yeah?”

You smile softly, saying, “yes sir” before grabbing his face and kissing him. His arms wrap around your torso and he holds you close, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“I want you to be my girl. Tell me you’ll be my girl baby.”

You respond without hesitation, “I’m yours Joel, all yours.”

The two of you share another kiss; Joel can no longer hold back and he plants his feet firmly on the ground so that he can thrust up into you.

“Can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he pants. “My pretty fuckin’ girl.”

“Oh god,” you whimper as he pounds into your g-spot. “Joel, fuck baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too baby girl. Should I pull out?”

“No! I want you inside me. Fuck, I want to feel you cum inside me so bad.”

“God damn, dirty little thing,” he grunts. “Gonna fill this little pussy so much.”

“Oh god, I’m cumming,” you announce, clenching around his cock. A chorus of, “fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck YES,” comes from your mouth. Joel makes a deep, guttural sound and spills inside of you, hugging your trembling body tight.

“Shit,” you giggle breathlessly.

“Yeah? Good?” he asks hopefully, just as breathless as you are.

“Good? Amazing. Incredible.”

He grins and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I could actually go again. How about you let me take you back to my place and I’ll put you in my jetted tub, hm? We’ll take a nice bath, maybe smoke a little more and then I’ll fuck you to sleep. How’s that sound?”

It’s your turn to grin and you give him a long, burning kiss.

“Sounds like an offer I can’t pass up.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou smut

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On Saturday mornings a group of Basset Hound owners meet at the airport dog park. There are only a small number seen here; many more were outside this picture.

Today there were more than usual, including two Basset puppies. It was odd seeing them so young. I picture Basset Hounds being born looking like they are 10-years-old. The puppies were pretty darned cute.

Gamophobia:

In the last few years Minnesota has been installing flashing left arrows on traffic signals. This is a wonderful development. I think I've lost six years of my life waiting to turn left at the intersection by my house. Flashing yellow arrows can cut waiting time.

One problem: A lot of drivers won't commit to the intersection on a flashing yellow. When drivers have a green light but must yield to oncoming traffic, most know to get into the intersection and wait. That ensures at least one left turning vehicle will get through when the light turns red.

Flashing yellow arrows can be followed by a brief solid green arrow. That lets one or two cars get through despite oncoming traffic and allows someone to clear the intersection safely before the light turns solid yellow then red.

With the flashing yellow arrows most people wait behind the white line. This morning I missed my turn one cycle because a timid driver wouldn't get into the intersection. When the green arrow lit up briefly that driver slowly turned, but several others in line, including me, had to wait again.

The car in front of me was also driven by a person who didn't want to commit to the intersection. Some of you think all pickup truck drivers are small-dicked, redneck assholes. Fine. Enjoy your stereotypes. But I might have been a bit of an asshole today, one who just wanted to get home before the sun set.

For the next cycle at that intersection I took advantage of my truck's high headlights and large grill and moved about two inches from that car's bumper. Only then did the driver nervously inch into the intersection, as did I. Both of us, and one or two cars behind me, were able to turn left before the red light lit up.

#Fine you can call me one of those pickup truck drivers #My truck doesn't even have Trump or FJB or Put Her In Jail stickers

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Sex Should Be Fun, Not Dirty

A few things that gross me out about porno myths

By LargoKitt. Listen to the Podcast at How To Sex.

What I HATE About Porn

Right up front let me make it clear that I watch erotica, read erotica, and write erotica. Please scope out my stories or poems or even my art and I think you will be pleased. Porn is very ancient stuff. Prehistoric people were making images designed to turn them on, and I'm sure they were sitting around the campfire and telling spicy stories. Motivating people to do the deed and plant the seed has been a major push for millennia. Hindus and Greeks and lots of other folks have gods who celebrate procreation. Heck, the Bible contains the steamy Song of Solomon. And in Genesis, God never said, "Don't fuck." He said, "Be fruitful and multiply."

Don’t Make Me Feel Shitty

Point 1: BDSM. I don't think sex is dirty and I really don't much like stories or vids or auds that portray people who feel like shit for feeling horny. Guys should not have to apologize for hard-ons they get in an honest scenario. Horny is built into the machinery. But hang on, I understand that if you were brought up in a strict religious household where touching yourself or anyone else without a legal contract will cause Old Scratch himself to snatch you by the short hairs and drag you to Hell where he'll fry you till you're a crispy critter; if that's the crap that's in the back of your head when you spot a hottie and the spirit rises; well then I can see how being bad and feeling good might end up in the back of the same pickup truck.

Since religious figures, priests and preachers and missionaries and nuns, are placed artificially off-limits, I can see how getting under that dark robe might be a turn on. But a story about raping a priest or a nun who used to humiliate you in school. That's not erotica. That's a revenge horror story and I hate it being considered a turn-on. And stories about religious folks exploiting or hurting kids is never sexy. It's criminal.

I personally despise stories that feature people despising each other, especially in the bedroom. I might write a story about people playing at humiliating one another. I can imagine people, maybe a woman CEO who is always in charge and demanding of respect, enjoying a fantasy where someone calls her a 'stupid worthless slutty cock-sucking bitch'. Same with a male CEO who likes to be ridden and whipped like a stubborn mule. I can imagine those characters getting relief from constant responsibility. I can see how the sting of a little pain might lift their spirits.

But I switch off when the sex is about the pain. Oh I get how a spanking or being bound and restrained might raise the stakes of sensation. But then the pain is about the sex. And the sex plus pain is for the pleasure of the person being bound or 'punished' not for some nut who gets his or her nut by hurting other people. I understand if your kink swells when you have someone in your power. But for me sex is always a dance with equal partners even if you're playing that it's not.

So. Stories teach. And I HATE stories or videos that teach men that it's okay to treat women like shit. Also stories that teach women that the only way they can tell a man what she wants is to be a cruel slutty dom. Or little girls who need permission from 'daddy.' Or independent women just waiting to be enslaved by a cruel master who "knows just what they want."

Bottom line: whatever your kink, sex should be fun for all members of the party and their members, and fun shouldn't make you feel weird and guilty.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

Point 2 -- Girls just wanna have fun. I HATE porn that is all about the man getting his nut with no concern for the woman getting hers. What's up with that? Are most pornos secretly for men who are into men? Why in Baal's name do we always spend so much time looking at dude's dicks? And balls? And assholes?

Maybe a viewer who isn't built like superman likes to pretend he is the buff cut flexing shiny well-waxed, spray-tanned hunk who is drilling a hottie who is lying about what a turn-on he is. But how about, for once, having a Don Juan or Lothario who is actually a role model for how to light a lady's fire? Because if you have the basic equipment, but really know what to do with it your reputation as a cocksmith may grow, and most often it won't be about your cock.

The guy may be necessary in the video to show what turns her on. But then I want to spend lots of time seeing her get with it. I don't want a guys ass between me and the beautiful stuff any more than it has to. And for pity's sake, porn makers and porn writers, show us what is happening with her, how this lick or that deep plunge is beginning to light her up. Some of you dudes may be all about pretending you are this super-stud and this total hottie just wants to be drilled by you until your jackhammer has busted the pavement. But really, that's not as much fun as taking the time to wind her up and truly get her truly excited.

Hard truth: Jamming your dick is the LAST turn-on a woman usually wants to feel to get her off. Everything else you do: flirting with her, complimenting her, giving her a gift, feeding her, kissing her, gently touching her, rubbing her, fingering and licking, ALL are bigger turn-ons than your dick. She may want your dick, because it feels good, fills her up in a way she likes, connects in a powerful way, shows you want her and only her so damn bad, and are eager to feed her your seed. But her orgasm usually comes from the other strokes.

And for lesbian couples this literally goes double. Two loving gals are not usually eager to pretend to be hard dick-jamming men.

Lesbian Porn

Point 3 - "Lesbian" videos (or stories) are not made for women, even though most women now and again fantasize about having it on with another woman. But how often does anyone actually ask the women to write the script about how two women come to get it on? Note how many writers who identify as lesbians or bi, put at the top of the story, something like, "If you just want to get right to the sex you may be disappointed, because this story has a slow build. That is because, gentlemen, that the lead up in a lesbian story is the lust. So how about more videos in which the women take their time playing with each other? Not hours of loud smacky fake kisses and tongue tangling. No. Real attention to all the erogenous zones: the neck, the ears, lots of exploring tender skin, the talking. Seeing each face come alive. And always, take your time. After all; what's your hurry?

Butt?

Point 4: But, but, butt. Maybe there was a time when the idea and the illustration of a man having penetrative intercourse with another person's anus was a strange and exotic turn-on. Now you have to plow through the butt shots to get to any other kind of sexual activity. Enough already. Or put the butt play into a special search for those you don't lift off except when imagining back door action. Otherwise, go easy. And that means planning your camera angles so we aren't looking at someone's shitter when hot romantic sex is supposed to be happening.

Roughly Sensual?

Point 5 - Rougher and tougher is not hotter. Oh, sure, sometimes jamming, and slappling and hurling her (him) around is at the peak of turn-on. Sometimes the opposite is true. The smooth strokes can really reach her. Gentle that breast. Please that little spot on the side of her neck. Sweetly tickle that clit hood. Do spend lots of time on the breasts and nipples. Stroke and kiss and suck them a dozen ways and do it again. Let us see her face and hear her voice as this happens. Talk to her. It doesn't matter if the vid is shot in Slovenian.

All the senses say something

Point 6 - And speaking of voice, let us hear how she is feeling. I don't mean clichés like "Oh baby, you're so big." I mean those personal sounds that tell you she is beginning to feel it. Let us hear her breath slowly get more raw and excited. Encourage her to say what she needs. That last point is important, and very sexy. Not just, "Oh yeah, right there, right there," but, "Grab my tit hard please." "Squeeze my ass." "Kiss me...I need you to kiss me." And let us hear him as his excitement builds and he begins to groan and roar. For lesbian sex it would be good to really hear the couple work out what feels good. "That's good; roll a little to your left. Yeah, move up that way." "Keep rocking. Oh please don't stop rocking." "Just lick inside right there with the tip of your tongue." "Shut up and fuck me hard."

Sprayed vs filled?

Point 7 - The money shot. Time was, you had to know this was real sex, so the dude had to spill the cream at the end. Now I think that's old hat. The real money shot is seeing her get off for real. Now we know that for most women PIV sex is not the true lift off. It may be great, but it is the satisfier that says your man is happy and has really connected. Your orgasm(s) can come any time along the way and are proof that your lover is really paying attention to your needs. And here's a simple dirty secret: most guys watching and probably a lot of women are going to get off when they see her cum more than when they see him cum. And for me nothing is sexier than both partners getting off while they are deeply connected. No need to 'open out' awkwardly so we see all the messy bits. For the last lap let them find each others' rhythm and go for it.

Stay Unselfish

Coda - Make videos with people who know and respect each other. Even if the love play is rough and tumble, have your "actors" know and care about each other and show they care about each others' bodies. Give them time to get to know each other before they shoot the scene. And we have all seen "the four ways to fuck"-- now missionary, now doggie, now her on top, now on her side with him behind, pull out and jizz in her mouth. Yawn. Let them work out what gets them excited.

My Golden Rules: NEVER feature sex with children. NEVER feature enslaved, exploited, addicted, or drugged participants. NEVER treat women like they are second class citizens. NEVER have the talk or action be racist. NEVER show rough sex without the absolute consent of all participants. NEVER confuse torture for stimulation. NEVER exploit young or broke people to make a porno. There are plenty of adults willing to make sex videos for fun and/or profit.

And if you like erotic stories, videos, audios, pix then use the ones that respect people and avoid the ones that don't.

If the maker breaks those golden rules, don't watch or pay for that shit.

I KNOW I am bumping up against some people's favorite kinks, or even the whole reason they seek out porn. That's them. Maybe that's you. Okay, but the stuff I list above is what ruins it for me. I have a simple stance. Sex is good. Sex is fun. People do best when they don't feel angry, or ashamed, or guilty while doing it. You can play football to maim the other player or humiliate them. For me that ruins the game. Our bodies have wonderful built-in toys. Enjoy them.

The 11 Best Sexual Positions for Satisfying Sex

Tons of sexual positions can bring mutual satisfaction, but do you know which ones both you and your partner can enjoy? Check out these 11 you might want to try the next time you get frisky.

By Ashley Welch

Switch up your sexual routine so you and your partner can rekindle your connection.

There are hundreds of hot sex positions for couples that bring partners’ bodies together for mutual pleasure. Knowing a variety of sex positions can help you be a better and more inventive lover for your partner.

What Are the Best Ways to Have Mutually Satisfying Sex?

That answer is different for every couple. "I would define the best position as the position that works best for the individual or individuals involved,” says Tameca Harris-Jackson, PhD, a certified sex educator, a sex therapist.

"Trying different sex positions actually offers an opportunity to bring different ways of experiencing pleasure into sexual intimacy and a sexual relationship,” Dr. Harris-Jackson says. “You can eat the same meal every day for 20 years, but it doesn’t mean you’re going to get the most joy out of it. You’re just getting the nutrients. But if you try to add a little bit of parsley to that meal, you might taste it in a different way, and it might become a more exciting meal. And that’s what having new positions in a relationship can do.”

There are nonphysical factors to consider, too. Take intimacy, for example. For many people, especially women, intimacy can lead to better sexual experiences because partners are comfortable and trusting enough to ask for what they desire and to try new things.

Many couples are figuring out exactly those benefits, according to research funded by the Kinsey Institute at the University of Indiana.

An online survey of 1,559 adults showed that while people had less frequent sex during the first weeks of the COVID-19 pandemic, they were more willing to try new things, which included sexting, sharing sexual fantasies, and experimenting with new sex positions.

Try New Sexual Positions to Spice Things Up

Stressful periods of time can make it difficult to get aroused and stay aroused, says study coauthor Justin L. Lehmiller, PhD, a research fellow at the Kinsey. “Trying something new can amp up your arousal,” he says. “Trying new things is about self-discovery — what works for your body, your relationship — and that’s going to have lifelong benefits.”

You don’t have to be a gymnast to make these moves pay off. Don’t think “crazy sex positions,” rather “new sex positions” to create more heat between the sheets.

“Not every position is for everyone, and that’s okay,” says Dr. Lehmiller. “But even if the positions described here don’t work for you (maybe you’ve already tried them), that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try new and different things. Novelty is one of the things that keeps us interested in coming back for more. When sex is the same every time, we tend to lose interest. New positions are a handy way of adding an element of novelty and newness to our sex lives.”

1: The Missionary Position or Face-to-Face

Potential Benefits or Caveats Intimate but not necessarily mutually satisfying.

Details It's a simple sex position: The woman lies on her back with her legs spread and knees bent slightly. The man lies between his woman’s legs and guides his penis or sex toy into his lover’s vagina or anus, supporting her body weight with his arms or elbows.

The problem with the missionary position is that it’s not as good at delivering pleasure to women. The pelvis of the partner on top can sometimes stimulate the clitoris in this position, and it offers great intimacy through face-to-face contact. But the angle of the penis does not allow for deep penetration or stimulation of the G-spot (felt through a location on the front wall of the vagina and believed by some experts to be a stimulus for orgasm in women). Some women also complain that this sex position doesn't provide enough clitoral stimulation to experience climax.

In a study published in August 2020 in Sexual Medicine, researchers in the Czech Republic surveyed 1,100 heterosexual people about 13 sex positions and revealed that most people still choose the missionary position even though it does not correlate with orgasm for women.

Try Female-Friendly Intercourse Positions

If the most common sex position is not offering women consistent orgasms, then one important thing to do to is “close the orgasm gap,” says Lehmiller, and try a new sex position. In other words, don't limit yourself to the missionary position.

"In most cultures, it is not the most used position," says Beverly Whipple, PhD, RN, a certified sexuality educator and professor emerita at Rutgers University in New Jersey.

If you are looking to spice up your sexual experience and enjoy better sex, try some of these female-friendly positions. Many afford partners the chance for clitoral stimulation, which is what 35.4 percent of women said they need to reach orgasm.

2: Cowgirl

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Deep penetration and sensations vary; clitoral stimulation.

Details In this position, the man lies on his back while the partner being penetrated faces them and kneels, straddling his pelvis. She can then sit up or lie down on her man.

"This is a great position for a woman to control the depth of penetration," Harris-Jackson says. “It’s also a good position to get multiple forms of stimulation. With the woman’s body upright, the nipples can be engaged, which can lead to extra arousal. It is good for having access to the clitoris for stimulation.”

The riding partner can choose whether to bounce up and down, grind, or make hip circles — each delivering a slightly different sensation. “This is also a good position for a person with a penis if they have back issues because it’s almost a resting position for them,” she says.

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3: Reverse Cowgirl or Reverse Rider on Top

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Buttocks play, visual stimulations, opportunities for variations; may cause pain.

Details The man lies on his back while the woman sits astride him, facing his feet, and slips his penis into her vagina or anus. The woman can control the rhythm and pace of the thrusts. This position can be especially exciting for the man, who gets to observe the back and buttocks of his lover. Squeezing or grabbing the buttocks can enhance the experience for both. This position can be tricky to master since it requires the woman to lean back or sit up very straight to accommodate the angle of the penis. “If you’re leaning forward, it can be painful and uncomfortable for the man because it could almost feel like his penis is breaking,” says Harris-Jackson, who recommends having the man bend his knees while the woman holds her hands against her lover’s thighs or waist.

Switch It Up “This may be one of those positions that is better in theory than in practice,” says Lorrae Jo Bradbury, a sex and love coach and the founder of SluttyGirlProblems.com and LorraeJo.com. “You might want to use it as a foreplay position, grinding on his penis before you begin intercourse.”

4: Doggy Style or Rear Entry

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Deep penetration and G-spot stimulation but the position can feel impersonal.

Details In this position, the woman kneels on all fours, supporting herself with her hands and knees. The man crouches and enters from behind. This is the best sex position for deep penetration of the vagina. It gives the man freedom to thrust hard and fast, and allows easy access to caress much of the woman’s body. The position also allows for good G-spot stimulation.

Switch It Up Some people complain that this sex position is too impersonal because there's no face-to-face contact. “If you want closer eye contact with this position,” says Bradbury, move your knees closer to your chest and arch your back so your partner can lean into you near your face and you can make eye contact. Bradbury says you can also try this position in front of a mirror so you can see one another’s faces.

A variation of this can be done standing; using a high bed, dining table, or even the kitchen counter; when a woman lays her chest or forearms upon the solid surface. Many women report laying in wait at the kitchen, when their man comes home. Her sticky panties are dropped to her knees. With his coat still on, she simply orders him; “Fuck Me Now! I can’t wait another minute!” He follows her instructions and sates her lusts. After his spunk fills her wanton cunt, she turns to face him, holds his spent cock, and says; “This rod needs to be ready for round two, after dinner, in the bedroom.

5: The Corkscrew

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Intense, deep penetration.

Details Leaning forward, the woman lies on the edge of the bed facing inward, resting on her hip and forearm while her partner enters her from behind. The woman can keep her thighs together for a tighter hold on the penis or penetrating toy. But if the woman opens her legs, the clitoris is exposed for stroking while the man thrusts from behind. “You’re getting that deeper penetration like doggy style, but this may be an easier and more comfortable position,” says Bradbury.

Switch It Up Your partner can easily lean down to make out with you, and the clitoris is within easy reach, according to Bradbury.

6: Side by Side or Sideways

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Deep eye contact and intimacy.

Details Both partners lie on their sides, facing each other. The woman lifts her top leg so the man can enter her. This position is great for morning sex when you might be a little sleepy, says Bradbury.

It offers intimacy because you are close to each other’s face. The partners can kiss and caress each other during lovemaking. The sex position is relaxing, doesn't require a lot of stamina from either person, and offers an opportunity for good clitoral stimulation.

Switch It Up Penetration can be improved if the woman drapes both legs over her man’s waist, Bradbury says. This allows great access to the clitoris, which can be stimulated with a finger or with a toy. “I think this is a great position for everyone,” she says. “It offers the comfort of cuddling, too.”

7: Flat Iron or Lazy Dog

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Tightness on penetration, intense stimulation.

Details The woman lies on her stomach with her legs straight and hips slightly raised. (You can place a pillow under your hips.) The man enters from behind. When lying face down, the woman’s legs will be closer together, which creates a snugger fit for her man’s penis or sex toy. This can lead to a new, more intense sensation. “This is a really good way to increase the experience of tightness for the man,” Harris-Jackson says. “It’s also good for clitoral stimulation because the partner can reach around with his hand or a sex toy to provide dual stimulation. And it’s a good position for G-spot stimulation because you’re angling the body so that the penis is in perfect alignment to stroke against the G-spot.”

8: Face-Off

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats With intense eye contact and clitoral stimulation, this can be an enhanced missionary position.

Details In this position, the man sits on the edge of a bed or in a comfortable seated position while the woman climbs on his lap face-to-face. The woman wraps her legs around his waist and can control the pace of thrusting. This position also allows for direct clitoral stimulation and eye contact, which can increase intimacy.

Bonus Your hands are free so you can touch and caress your lover’s body nearly anywhere you would like. “This is a really impactful position for people who are aroused with eye contact,” says Harris-Jackson. “It’s like missionary, but you are really face-to-face. It also takes some of the work off the woman because the man can move her up and down by placing his hands on her hips.”

Switch It Up The lotus position is very similar to face-off, only the man sits crossed-legged on the bed or chair.

9: Pretzel Dip

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Deep penetration with potential for G-spot stimulation.

Details The woman lies on her right side as the man straddles his lover’s right leg. The man then pulls his woman’s left leg up and around his left side and enters her vagina or anus. This position allows deep penetration while also allowing the intimacy of maintaining eye contact.

Switch it Up “You can also take your left leg and pull it toward your chest to get a deeper angle,” says Bradbury. “And you have amazing access to the clitoris for both partners.” Your hands will be free, which can allow you to run them all over each other’s body. Adds Harris-Jackson: “This position — depending on your angle — can also offer G-spot stimulation, as well.”

10: Coital Alignment Technique (CAT)

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Clitoral stimulation.

Details If you want to rock rather than thrust, roll with CAT. This position is similar to missionary; the main difference is that the man pushes the base of his penis so that it lines up with her clitoris and the two make contact. Once they do, the couple rock back and forth and maintain constant contact. “It’s a little bit of a different way of having sex,” says Lehmiller. “You rock back and forth rather than thrusting. Doing so prolongs the length of intercourse for the man and increases the odds of a woman having an orgasm because she’s having that constant stimulation.”

11: Sixty-Nine (or 69)

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Mutual oral stimulation.

Details This position involves both lovers performing and receiving oral sex at the same time. Typically, one partner lies on their back while the other climbs on top of them and turns around, straddling them with their genitals above their lover’s face. The person on top then leans forward and begins performing oral sex on their lover while simultaneously receiving. This position can require some coordination and balance, particularly for the partner on top. One way to make 69 a bit more comfortable for both lovers is to lie on their sides during the act.

Keep Switching It Up: Sexual Variety Is Exciting

In our day-to-day lives, we tend to be very goal-oriented, says Harris-Jackson. “We wake up in the morning and it’s go, go, go to get out the door. We go, go, go to eat our food, to go to work. It creates a lot of stress and tension in our bodies and in our minds. Many patients that I see feel that sex becomes one more thing that they have to go, go, go and do. But sexual partners should be really with one another and feel pleasure together. Switching up positions can be very helpful to rekindle that connection. So it can be helpful and fun to try something new.”

By LargoKitt & Ashley Welch for Literotica and EverydayHealth.

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The Moon and the Stars Part 6/?

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Summary: Layla, Steven, and you go looking for the Tomb of Ammit, yet you realize it is so much more than that. It’s something you read about as a child that fascinated you. You learn more about Layla, and you both reach an understanding, on the whole Marc and Steven situation. You argue with Marc, and reflect back onto your life.

Steven Grant x AFAB!Reader, Furture Marc Spector X AFAB!Reader and Jake Lockley X AFAB!reader

A/N and warning: I gave the reader a gun. She does not use it, but there are references to her learning how to use one. It’s nothing Major, but I thought it should be noted that she has one. There are references to blood and other bodily harm and dis figuration (AKA Alexander the great’s body), also Major Character death(Don't worry resurrection is a thing)

Word count 8024

When you awoke, your face was halfway into the sands of the dunes. Your mouth is filled with it, it makes your mouth as dry as the dessert was in mid day. Your body was spread across the sand in a starfish position. Your whole body was sore, as if rubble of stones were upon each inch of your body.

“Did I get run over by a car?” You mutter out, as a hand goes to your rib cage. A pain shot through the side, but there was no visible wound.

As you bring your head up to survey the scene… you see a flaming pickup truck.

“What the actual-“

“__, luv you’re okay!!” You hear below, as Steven waves his arms, catching your attention. (The almost billowing sleeves of that coat also helped)

“I feel like I got run over by something,” you call back as you get onto your feet(your legs felt a lot worse than moments after you and Steven had sex).

“Come one, we got to go.” Layla said, as she marched up to you, patting your shoulder.

“How-?” You start as you pointed to the truck fire.

“Not now, we need to get to the tomb” Steven hurdles you into the front passenger seat of the jeep, and then slides into the seat behind you and Layla.

As Layla drove, Steven slept in the back seat, you tumbled through a map of Egypt and the roads, trying to figure out where the location was on the map. Just in case technology would fail you.

“__… are you in love with marc?” Layla said after an hour of silence and instantly, you slap the map close.

“Well.. um” you start, This is awkward…. No, not Marc. I mean I like him but not really in that way. He can be a dick and I really don’t like that part of him.” YOur voices flow like an uneasy river. Peaking and then lowering in the matter of seconds so uneven.

“So, you’re in love with Steven?” Layla said, giving you a side eye before staring back into the infinite horizon of the desert in the night.

“Yes” You say softly, barely above a whisper, a squeak, as you sink further into the seat of the keep.

“Each time I think I know Marc, there's another secret revealed.” Layla grimaces, and you watch as her grip tightens onto the wheel. Her knuckles are turning white.

“It’s the same with Steven, hell he doesn’t even know some of the stuff.” You think back to your time working at the museum. All the times he came in late. Bags under his eyes worse than the day before, his button up shirts always one higher than the other. He always looked worse, as if he never slept. You found it cute in a weird way.

“When this whole adventure is over… will you stay by his side?” That’s when the hammer met the nail. You feel your mouth become dry and you physically cringe. Looking down at your scared arm, you thought for a second.

“I… I don’t know. I love Steven, I am in love with him, I will admit that. He’s the first guy who has generally liked me. But Marc… you guys are married. It feels so wrong, but each time steven comes back, I feel like a stupid lovesick girl all over again. I think back to all the times we swapped books, info dumped egypt to ancient greece. I’m sorry, I don’t want to ruin your marriage, I can leave if that's what you want. After all of this I… you’ll never have to see me again.” You come to the conclusion. It would be for the best you could deal with not being with Steven, as you never really had been with anyone before. You were most of the time on your own, you could continue living that way.

“Thank you for the honesty, it’s a new pattern in all of this” She sighs, then “You don;t have to leave. Steven… he’s really fond of you. Honestly, I think you’re kind of cool. You remind me of my dad a bit.”

“Why? If you don’t mind me asking?’

“Book worms that want adventure. When Steven made the star map, you pulled out that astronomy ring, Trying to figure out where it would be in the night sky. You had just that ring and sheer will to try and figure it out before using divine intervention. That’s a lot of nerve. You are somehow connected to Greek culture, whatever that’ll mean in the end. You also ramble a lot. You seem like the archeology type.”

“Want to know something funny? My mom's water broke after seeing that mummy spin off movie… scorpion king? I don’t know but she always would go on a rant saying I was her Evie.” You start, a smile now crossing your face. You look back fondly, thinking of the baby photos your parents had taken. One year your dad as Indiana Jones and you in a gold onesie supposedly as the gold statue. Few years later, you matched your dad with a brown leather jacket, iconic hat, and a jump rope cut to look like a whip. All thanks to your mom’s sewing skills.

“What made her try to join harrow?” Layla asked, and you shift in the seat, looking at the map, no eyes on the roads.

“At first they got in contact somehow, I don’t know the logistics, but it was over what it’s like to be an avatar. Then I just think it was concerned over what I could be, what my life would be like. An avatar of Khonshu is … a different experience as we’ve seen.

“I was 16 when we first met, four years after Athena saved me… from an accident I caused. He started asking me all these questions on Athena. What her intentions were, if she was asking me to be the aegis. He… he sorta became a guardian to me, helping me forgive out what colleges I wanted to go into. Best places to apply for summer jobs. Fuck, he even took me on a hike into the woods… I wonder if he planned to kill me.., that’s creepy right? Then we all know because of true crime podcasts, cult leaders are charming and manipulative. So my mom must’ve asked him to weigh her heart… My family didn’t know about that. Next thing I know I’m over her body and Harrow is walking away,telling her that she was unworthy. I never did get to tell her I got into my first choice for college.”

“I’m sorry... My dad was killed on a dig. I understand the loss of a parent.”

“So, dead parents club?” You ask, patting a hand onto her shoulder, as she takes hand off the wheel and interlocks her fingers with yours.

“Dead parents club” she shakes your hand a bit, before giving it a squeeze and going back to the road. “Get some sleep.”

“Only if you do in a couple hours.” You chuckle, as you recline your seat, and cul up.

You stare at Steven's limp body as his chest slowly rises and falls with each breath. He had a small smile on his face, and you could not stop comparing him to the statue of sleeping Eros. Smiling a little, you let sleep take you.

Sleep tended to be nothing but a dark abyss, but sometimes you dreamt. This time you did dream. Steven in the white suit, shifting to MArc in the mummified

When you awoke, Steven was slightly shaking your shoulder.

“C’mon luv, we’ve hit the end of the road.”

“Hmm?”

“There’s a huge Rock blocking the way to the tomb,” Layla sticks her head behind Steven as you rub your eyes. “Time to walk” she hands over a bag, which you take and slip some stuff into it, as you seng your legs to the side of the seat and plan to jump out.

Steven, though, extends a hand, which you take, and he helps guide you down the one foot drop.

“Uh thanks,” you say, still holding his hand.

“Don’t want you to twist an ankle Luv” he smiles before pecking your cheek.

“yeah” YOu cough and clear your throat; “Uh, how long should it be from here?”

“A mile or two” Layla said, handing a granola bar over, “Sorry we don’t have a lot of rations for this. Might be able to take some from the cult.”and she began to walk toward the mountain, as you notice a pathway. It wasn’t big enough for the jeep, but people could definitely walk through it.

“Ya think a motorbike to go through that?” You ask Steven, who lets out a soft chuckle.

“Maybe, but I don’t know if a bike could do much in the desert.”

“Eh, maybe if it's a dirt bike?” And you both march through the crack in the mountain.. Cliff thing.

After a good 30 minutes of walking, seeing a weird mountain goa stare down at you, your tio reached a cliff. Overlooking two rock formations that sat above the sand. To you, they looked like two crocodiles floating on water.

“If.. this is ot it, that is some weird ass geological structure.” you mutter. “Perfect place to make a tomb for an croc goddess.”

“Isn;t Harrow’s cane like two crocodiles?” Layla asked, and you nodded.

‘The cane’s like a binding rope. A weapon given by the gods. Think Mjolnir that THor wilds, like how captain america wielded it. Or excalibur.. Or that spear that stabbed Jesus on the cross. Oh maybe even that spear Loki used… no wait, it was an infinity stone apparently.” YOu explained, as you two walked down a tight pathway.

“YOu seem to know alot about this,” Layala stated.

“Athena explained a lot of stuff for me growing up, just in case anything came after me. Plus… I always wondered if THor was a god or an alien. He’s kinda both.”

“Wait, so what about that giant thing that was coming out of the ground?” From a few weeks ago?” Layla asked.

“Oh, that was a celestial. Earth was an egg. Athena had an alien counterpart named Then. They were friends, I never got the chance to meet her.”

“I’m sorry the earth is an egg?’ Steven asked, his face full of shock.

“apparently.” And then your trio reached the camp site.

“Hello” Steven said to a camel that started at you three.

Please don’t spit please don’t spit and then a camel spit at your feet.

“Ass” you muttered.

“Come one, we got to find some supplies. Be careful” Layal warned, and you all split up.

Swiping away at a canvas entrance, you stepped inside the temporary structure. YOu quickly scared the area. There were tables and some chairs. Two of them lying down on the ground as you walked forward. Picking them up and making them stand right up, you noticed a flashlight on a table. You picked it up and slipped it into the backpack layal gave to you.

Then you saw the gun.

You hold the pistol like this Your dad said, standing behind you, “Get into that boxing position, arched shoulders, yeah just like that

This feels really stiff

I know sunshine, but you're nervous. Just prepare yourself before you fire.

BANG BANG

Yeah, that’s how you do it YOur father yelled, kissed you on the temple as you were fired on the target, got an off center head shot, and the second one in the center of the neck. You just need more practice for accuracy.

“Fuck it.” YOu muttered, reaching for the gun, seeing some round next to it.Slipping the rounds into the water bottle pouch, you cli[ the gun in its holster to your pants and continue searching.

I have no idea if I can summon any weapons, besides, a gun is a gun.

“Luv, have you found anything?” Steven asks, and he sticks his head in.

“A gun, honey” YOu say as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“I’m sorry what?”

“A pistol.” You motion to your hip as you look for a water jug.

“... and why did you grab it?”

“Cuz I know how to use it.”

“Does this have something to do with your father?”

“Kinda, he made sure all my brothers and I knew how to fire a gun when growing up. I don’t like them, but right now it’s best if I have one. I have no clue if I can summon weapons right now.”

“Have you tried?” He asks, and you glance back at him. YOur fingers now tracing over a metal gourd, and the leather straps that held it. SHaking it near your ear, you heard the sloshing of a liquid. Popping the opening up, you sniffed, and realized it was watter.

“No, but I probably should. DOn’t worry, I got safety on.” YOu pecked his cheek and head out.

“Luv… are you okay?” He asks, grasping your wrist of the scared arm

‘Steven, I’m not sure for the moment, but I do know this. It’s either going to be HArrow or us who wind up dead. I’m trying my best to make sure it’s not us.

“So you plan to kill HArrow? Shoot him or stab him?”

“Yes,” You say through gritted teeth, and you pull out of Steven's grasp, trudding out of the tent. Feeling as if you were atlas trapped holding up the sky, because your whole body felt as if a new weight had been placed upon your shoulders.

A few minutes later, you reunited at the mouth of the tomb… okay so more like the drop to the tomb, as Layal helped fasten a harness onto you.

“A gun?” She noted on your hip.

“Found it laying around, might as well take it.”

“You a good shot?”

“Kinda. My brothers were better, but dad wanted us all to know how to shoot guns. You know, in case all the craziness of the avengers failed and earth got invaded by aliens.”

“Huh,so he was a prepper?”

“Nah, just wanted us to be able to defend ourselves.” And with that Layla had fastened the harens on you.

“You can belay down, Steven’s last tone.” YOu nods.

“See you on the other side,” You wink at the two of them, before you take a few steps to the entrance. .

The very last thing you hear before you take the last step was Steven.

“Layla, I need to tell you something about Marc. He thinks that Khonshu wants you as his avatar after hi,.-”

You didn’t hear the rest, but if you had not taken that left step, you might have.

“Calm yourself self__, Steven is just being honest. It’s who he is.”

As your feet touched the ground, you started up at the two sphinxes.

Holy shit, holy shit, please don’t come alive. Holy shit, how old are these sphinxes? They’re beautiful

A minute later, Layla belated down, and you had not stopped staring up at the two statues.

“Just so you know, Steven just gave me the weirdest shoulder pat.” She chuckled while walking to the paw of a statue.

“I think he’s just nervous that two amazing women are with him” You giggle, and watch as she draws a symbol into the sand. “What’s that?”

“My father was an archeologist, like I told you. I Used to go on dogs with him” Layala says, drawing a symbol into the sand. Staring up at the sphinx you couldn't help but smile

“That’s amazing” you reply to her.

A second later, you both watch Steven fall through the sky hole, and tumbles onto the ground.

“Bollocks.” He mutters.

“Are you good? You asked at the same time Layla shouted.

��What the hell.”

Steven got up, and pats of all the sand that dusted up when he hit the ground.

“I’m good, I'm good. Uh, just tripped on a rock when I started to uh belay. Yeah Hey are those sphinxes?” his eyes went wide at the statues

“Yeah, they’re gorgeous aren’t they? Standing guard for centuries” Layla asked.

“I thought they would come to life and ask riddles” You chuckle

“Yes! So if they just sprung to life right now and asked me a riddle for entrance, I'd shit myself, I’d be thrilled, but I would shit myself ” Steven’s smile widens to the one you loved so much. The one where he has so much joy, it’s as if the sun radiates from him, the childlike joy and passion. “What’s this? Did you do that?”

“Uh yeah. It’s for my father. He would've loved to be here.”

“History buff is he? Like __ here?”

“So much worse. Archaeologist on a mission.”

“That bad huh?” Steven asks, pulling out a flashlight. There was this clicking noise that bounced off the

“A dream worth dying for an dhe did.

“OH I'm so sorry.”

“It happens”

You press on forward, not wanting to interfere with Steven and Layla’s heart to heart. IT also was hurting you, at how close they were getting.

I mean technically she’s his wife. But… this still hurts.

You came to the end of the pathway, as it split up into 6 paths.

“Uh guys, there’s a problem” You called back to them

Layla’s flashlight passes over you, and then to the passages. Her face was tightening with confusion, then softening in awe.

“The resources needed to make this…” She muttered

Your eyes scanned over each doorway, and the endless darkness that seemed to be contained in each, your mind running a million miles an hour just trying to figure out a solution. 6 doors, 6 paths… 6 senses? No… maybe? But wait….

“It’s a maze.” You realized and then muttered; “I swear if there’s a Minotaur.”

“No it’s a-maze-ing” Steven joked after your first comment.

“Okay, so 6 pathways… that has to mean something.” You as the three of you crowd around a slab of rock. Glancing at the man you fell for, you see the cogs going.

“It’s a tomb so…” Steven took his finger and started drawing a symbol into the sand on the rock lab. Until he drew an eye… the Eye of Horus.

“The Eye of Horus?” Layla questioned, confusion on her face at first until, “Of course, a symbol from the book of the dead, and the royal crest.”

“So… this tomb belongs to a pharaoh. Okay, that does not narrow down who this is.” Remakring, you try to think of a list of lost pharaoh tombs that had been lost to history… and then stop. You would be here all day speculating who it was, or you could investigate. “It doesn’t matter who it is… well it sorta does, but not really- right now, how do we find the ushabti? Those little statue things?” You ask, shaking your head as if you were a wet dog, to focus on the task at hand.

“Right, so the eye of Horus represents also the six senses. The eyebrow, thought-” Staring Steven as he continued to explain the eye of Horus, you couldn’t help but make your heart swell. Each time that he explains something of Egyptology you feel yourself falling in love again. It reminded you of the looks he gave you at the museum. AS you explain the different artifacts you had dealt with throughout the day

There was a vase with Orpheus’s head on it, it could have belonged to the cult of dionysus. I even read Dionysus in greek. Like this stuff is so cool!

You’re bloody brilliant love.

“You’re brilliant Steven” Soft as a feather, your voice fluttered from your lips.

“Uh yeah, thanks, it- thank you-__” HE coughed, as if to clear his thoughts. “Okay so the swirl represents the thought-”

“And avatar’s are the voice of the gods,” Layla said, staring right at you, but that was not the only pair of eyes you felt on you. and you suddenly want your armor back, and maybe a sword.

You turned your head towards a forest glaring down it, your hand sweeping the air, and its beautiful and magnificent shine of gold materialized, and in your hand was a sword.

“___, come on it's this way,” Steven patted a shoulder, and as both turned his eyes Locked onto the sword. “So you can summon a weapon”

“I don’t know how, but I feel like we’re being watched” you whispered as Steven guides you through a path and Layla leads. You were trapped in the middle of them, but the sword illuminated a gold glow, giving you all a way to see through the darkness without a flashlight.

The three of you all came to a stop when you reached a room. An Open Sarcophagus lined one wall, holding bodies inside. and the one across from it had a loss made of sticks and another slap in the middle. The slab table was surrounded by jars with ceramic animal heads, and your stomach dropped.

The golden sword you held emulated the ground and you noticed there was something dripping down the side of the jars… a crimson red.

“Please tell me this is not the room mummies are made in… and that for a fact i know those are organ jars… why are they dropping fresh blood?” YOu moaned out. Your shoulders slump and you lower the sword after both of your party members stop to either side of you.

“Yeah that’s fresh blood,” Layla noted, and then turned the sarcophagus against the wall. "Heka priests. Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would've been entombed here to protect the pharaoh."

“The heck is a Heka?” Steven asked.

"Sorcerers of their time. They've been down here for centuries."

“That- that makes a lot of sense. You burn the priest or anyone who had anything to do with the creation of the tomb, then no one knows where the tomb is. Oh go” You stomach grows uneasy as you look at the mummified bodies. All you could think of is beef jerky, and not the good kind. “Okay, I'm going up that ladder. I don’t care how old it is, I am not looking at mummies.”

“Yeah good idea, there might be a different way to get to the main area.” Steven says, as you watch him point a flashlight down at the doorway. “There's a blood trail here.”

“You two really don’t like blood.” Layla peered up at you.

“I have seen enough horror movies. I like them. But no way in Tartarus am I going to end up in one. I’ve seen their mummy, it’s a comfort movie. Yet, I don't want to fight one or it’s undead servants.” As you ramble, you march up the ladder onto the loft and lift your sword higher to get a look at your surroundings.

“Steven,these are Drachma from the 3rd century BCE” You assessed, staring down at an oyster shell that held gold drachma.

The dead would be buried with coins in their mouth for passage across the river styx. Gold was often used for the gods… Pharaohs were seen as gods though. But why this fusion of cultures?

“What? No, that can’t be right” Steven says, as he takes a step onto the lift, and walks to your side flashing a light down on it.

“This is greek stuff, why is this here?” You motion to the amount of wrappings of cloth that hung from the ceiling and different loans that reminded clothing lines,

“I.. I’m not sure luv” he said softly. Your stomach twisted. Layla wouldn’t be able to hear him at this volume,

Steven leans over to you slightly, and then he swipes a thumb over your cheek.

“Cobweb” He simply says and turns away. Steven steps lightly around the rest of the lotf. He made some comet of finding another doorway, another path. Yet you were still trapped in your head, spiraling thoughts all because of one comment.

Then that clicking noise returned, followed by gunshots down the path way the original door. The scream of a man, shattering the once stiff air with a shudder.

“Layla, get up here!” You whispered shouted down, only to see from the entrance, shadow getting larger and larger. Whatever it is, it’s getting closer.

Layal seemed to notice as well, as she hid behind the stone table, and covered her mouth with a hand.

You duck and hide behind a table for coverage. You tighten the grip onto the sword hand, as the tip dips slightly into the ancient and decaying wood of the loft… the wood holding you and Steven afloat.

Then the thing came onto the room, dragging a man behind it. The man that had corner you into the alley way.

So the cult is down here… I mean we saw the camp.

As the monster tossed the Scottish man onto the stone slab, it went for a scalpel looking tool. A tool used for mummification

Heka priests… they’re doctors, I remember reading that… they help with mummification

The monster… the eka priest, let out a noise that bounced off the walls. A clicking noise that sounded an awful lot like the chitterlings of bugs, of scarabs. Then he brought the knife down upon the man, who seized up for a moment, letting a stifled scream out, you cringe in on yourself, until he fell flat, laying like a rag doll onto the stone slab. Then the Heka priest got to work.

Bringing the scalpel down and you had to look away. Hearing it cut through the flesh, the sloshing of the organs. As then there was a thud, lifting your eyes, you see as the blue figure stands onto the slab, and stares right towards the loft.

Steven flinches backwards, he was already crouching, but now he was on his feet, staring at the decaying wooden floor of the loft.

Looking back, you see… the Heka priest is not there.

“Shit” Steven whispered, and you turned back to him, only to see a hand grasping onto the wood. And then it moved, and another blue hand appeared. Moving like a sloth and grasping onto the wood, the heka priest began to maneuver itself towards the edge of the loft, only to see its arms appear a second later. One after another, grasping onto the level of the wood, ancient faded gold bracelets cuff the wrists.

You hop onto your feet, standing between Steven and the blue creature. You raise your sword, parallel to your head. IT seems to pulse with the golden light, as if it matches your rapidly beating heart. Your blood flows like a rushing river, as you hear it through your eardrums. Your legs crouch, twisting a foot to the side, defense and ready to strike.

Then you see Layla appear from behind, and throw something… an organ jar, across the room. As it hits the wall and shatters into a million pieces, the Heka priest jumps down, looking around wildly. Letting out a monstrous ear piercing screech.

Steven moves in front of you, throwing up a wooden plank table, as it falls to the ground, it seems to hit the Heka Priest flat onto its back.

You trow your sword down , aiming for the back, but as soon as it hits the side, piercing though the blue skin, the sword dusts into golden glitter.

“I think I squished it” He shrieks.

“I think I stabbed it.”

Yet it gets up, and Layla runs out of the room.

“Go, I‘ll Catch up!” She yells, as the Hekka priest then follows her out in a rush.

“Come on Luv, Come on!” Steven uttered out, taking your wrist, and rushing you both out the doorway you saw earlier.

You both ran and ran for a couple minutes, multiple times both your heads turned around to see if anything was chasing you. Yet when there was nothing, you still ran for your lives.

All while following Steven as he pulled you through a different doorway, but it felt like you were going in a circle.

“Steven, what are we doing? We’re turning at every right passageway. This seems really redundant. Like we are going to get nowhere. ”

“The Eye of Horus he breathed out as both stopped for a breather. “Wooh, listen to me Luv. The eye of horus with the six senses, the tongue, is a spiral. If… if we need to find teh tomb chamber, we need to follow the spiral, which turns itself in on it’s right side. “

“Ergo, turn at every right.”

“Exactly, now I know we have to be close.” He said, placing a hand behind his ear, and you listened quietly.

There was a dripping sound… WATER!!

You both lock eyes, before he extends a hand, and you lock your fingers into his. Bringing it up to his lips, he pecks the back of it, a smile. You both take off running to the source of the water.

At the end of the passageway, at the end of every right hand turn, you come to a doorway.

Stepping through, you both set your eyes upon a glittering golden sarcophagus in the center. With piles of gold leaning up against the wall. Mountain upon mountains of artifacts.

There's writing all around the room, and you realize it’s not Egyptian. Yes there are egyptian hieroglyphs that refer back to the Book of the Dead, but you realized why there was so many Grecian influences on the clues you had followed.

“Luv, can you read this?” Steven motions to the pillars, “That’s not Egyptian, I think that it’s-”

“Macedonian” you finish, your eyes winding as you said it, everything clicking together. “Wait so that means-”

“There was only one Pharaoh who was from Macedonia, oh my days”

“This is the lost tomb of Alexander the Great” You both beam at each other.

“Oh my god, OH MY GOD!” You cheer, feeling your feet start to tap against the stone before you jumped up, hopping from foot to foot. Like a child on Christmas getting the big gift they asked for. “This is amazing. We found it, people have been looking for this for centuries. Hell Ceaser was looking for it, with Cleopatra. There were theories it was the Library of Alexandria, or it was at least in Alexandria. This is close to Cairo.”

“Love Can you read any of this?”

“Yeah, it says son of Zeus… wait… son of the voice of Zeus….. That’s why he, Alexander, always called himself the son of Zeus. His dad was an avatar of Zeus…Holy shit… I kinda forgot that. So that means he knew what an avatar was… therefore-”

“Mr. Great here was an avatar of Amit? The one that betrayed her?”

“Yeah… His tomb must have been lost on purpose. Oh they hid the tomb, so no one would find ammit. No one could become her avatar. Jesus, Steven, we just… we did in the matter of days what people have dedicated their lifetime too. We found the lost tomb,” you couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. This tomb was something so huge and so impactful to your passions. From reading about it in a school library, to now being on the foot of their sarcophagus, 10 year old you would not believe it. Yet it was still a dream you wanted to become true, a fantastical dream now reality.

As you and Steven approach the sarcophagus, he hesitates, staring down into the water.

Must be Marc you realized. You thought if you should say something, but you didn’t interrupt. You just took a few steps forward to the sarcophagus, until you were standing over it. Taking out your phone you took some photos around it, specifically on the inscriptions. You made note of the one that read King Alexander on the foot of the sarcophagus. Tracing your fingers over it, you could not help but to smile.

The images of taking Latin in high school, continuing it into college, at the same time you took ancient Greek. Then you came up with why not? And you had taught yourself ancient Macedonia. You were always inspired by the Cleopatra, how incredibly smart and cunning she was. How she spoke 7 languages fluently.

She is someone to strive to be like Athena had always mused as you read more and more on the last ruler of Egypt.

“Yes I’m in love with her, shut up.” Steven whispered and yelled, but you still heard him. “No I’m not… oh that’s a bit personal innit?”

“It’s Marc, isn’t it?” You ask, as you look at Steven, who turns his attention to you. You see his Adam apple bob, and then he nods.

“Yeah, he’s kinda annoyed at everything,”

“That’s an understatement” You think back to how you woke up to Marc.

Steven walks over to you, reaching out to help you out of your crouched potion. Interlocking each other's hand, he hoists you back onto your feet.

“Luv…when this is all over…I want this, I want us to be together. But at the same time, Layla and Marc are a thing. It’s so complicated right now. I just want you to know, I love you so much. I started falling for you the first time I saw you, the amount of Athenian marbles and when you dropped your keys. How you helped me with the spilled candy”

“Steven, I love you too. I.. I was hesitant with my feelings, because I did not know if I could have a relationship. Athena doesn’t reveal a lot until it’s absolutely needed. I want this as well, and I want it to work, I truly do. But… I don’t want to hurt layla, i don’t want to hurt anyone's feelings in this. I... I don’t want to be the other woman but at the same time I don’t want to ruin a marriage. Layla, she’s smart and tough, and amazing. I’m.. I am not her.”

“___, you’re not Layla, you’re you. That's good, it’s lovely.”Steven Runs a hand up and down your arm. Leaning into the touch made your body relax for a second. , “I promise after all of this craziness we have found ourselves in, We will figure this out. Together.” He kisses your cheek, and you both lean your foreheads against one another.

“Okay” you softly say, and it's barely above a whisper.

“Alight. Time to find the ushabti then? Innit?'' Steven cracks a smile, and turns to the sarcophagus that you too stood at the foot of.

��Okay, so ushabti are often buried with the dead-” You start

“To be servants of the pharaoh in question in the afterlife.'' Steven says, and both of you slowly stare down at the face on the royal coffin. “And it would be someplace hard for looters to get.”

“Tomb raiding… the famed lost tomb of Alexander the Great, and I’m about to raid it. That is what my life has become” You muse, a small smile forming,

“Saving the world though innit, we’re doing this for a reason.” Steven walks over to the long side of it. “Help me push the top”

“On it” you skill over to him, and with a mighty push, you slide it partly off. “Huh, that was lighter than a couple tons.”

“Don’t you have super strength?”

“Not necessarily right now. It’s faded a bit. Like I could probably dead lift you, nothing else.”

“What a sight that would be,” He says dreamily. You Quirked an eyebrow at him.

“You want me to dead lift you?” You ask with a deadpan face.

“Uh… so back to this.” Steven starts, as you two stared down upon the mummified body of the one and only Alexander the great. You shuddered looking at the flaking skin, and the teeth that stayed in the jaw. As if an eternal screaming with no sound coming out for centuries.

“Avatar’s.. We’re the voice of our gods..” You start, hovering pointer finger right over Alexander’s body.,

“And it would be not so obvious cuz looters are a thing”

Like a flash of lightning, you realize where it would be and as you stop your hand right over his throat, you speak: “I'm not touching the mummy. Not sticking my hand down the throat. No fucking way”. Your mind starts listing off different excuses not to, it’s cursed, bacteria, mummy fluid, conservation of the body. Yet you realize, it has to be done.

“One of us has to,” Steven said, lifting your hand out of the sarcophagus. And then he reached into the decayed body of the once great ruler of the then known world. There was a loud audible CRACK and you couldn’t help but flinch and cringe at the noise.bile seemed to shoot up through your throat, but didn't reach your mouth.

“Ew ew ew” you repeat, turning away from the action.

“Sorry Mr. Great, I am so sorry. Sorry to you too, Luv.” Steven apologized to the corpse, until he pulled out something. A small stone statue, the size of a Barbie doll. It definitely had the head of a crocodile, with beautiful dreadlocks.

“That’s nothing like how ammit is normally depicted.” you stare, but still in awe of the statuette. “Do… Do you wonder how the gods did this? Carve it by hand, or magic?” You say, looking up to Steven, only to notice Layla walking in.

YOu smile and you don't fully notice her expression, a cold anger.

“Layla look, we won!” Steven reclined holding the statue in the air.

“Oh Layla, you need to come look at this. This is the tomb of Alexander the Great-“ you start excited but then-

“___, I need you to stop.” She growls. Your vines turn to ice, and you freeze. A scowl across her face as she turned to look at Steven, who stood right behind you. She marched past you and got right up next to Steven “What happened to my father? I’m talking to you.”

Steven let out a sound or confusion, a little whimper, like a kicked dog. You feel yourself ready to take a step to intervene, but stop.

“I’m talking to Marc!” She raised her voice. Your stomach churns in a moment of defaming silence, before you see Steven flinch, and then he grabs Layla’s arm and motions to you.

“We have to go, come down, we have to go.” The world hurried out of Marc's mouth. The British twang gone, replaced with a familiar American accent.

Stevens gone for now

“Marc no”

“We have to go, come on.”

“What happened to my father?”

“Listen to me, we need to leave, right now. I will è lapin everything, but we have to leave. Come one” he waved you over but you were still frozen in your spot from when Layla first came in.

“Did you kill Abdallah El-Faouly?” She asked, and you could hear her voice waver.

“Of course not!”

“But you were there weren’t you?” Layla’s words echo through the chamber, and you watch Marc straighten his posture even more.

“Yes, I was.” He stated simply. Yet, there was an edge to his voice.

“What happened?”

“Yes, We did target the dig, but my partner got greedy. He-” Marc hesitated, and he looked over to you. You stiffened, taking a step back, closer to the sarcophagus, as he continued, “he started killing everyone… I didn’t kill him”

“But you brought a killer straight to him?” Layla continued,

“I tried to get the group away. But it was too late. I’m sorry I meant to tell you the first time-”

“That’s how we meet? Oh my god, we met because of your stupid guilty conscious?” Layla sighed, and there was an uneasy laughter to her, but you could feel the rage and sorrow coming from her.

Only for the moment to be ruined as you heard the echoing of footsteps down the entrance hall. “You need to go, now please” Marc pleaded, pushing Layla away, and then he locked eyes with you, “Yo too__, Go with her. Please, Sunshine, please” Marc pleaded out, as he ran behind you, and grabbed the crook with an ax head, as it had once been grasped by the dead pharaoh. The look in Marc’s eyes, was pure helplessness mixed with terror.

“I’ll hold them off, come on go” He says again, but you shake your head.

“He’s not getting the habit. Think Marc, think! I’ve still got some godly power” You raise your voice higher, raising your hand above your head. Arms spread out wide, trying to show some magnificent power you might still have obtained.

“He’s got the binding rope.” Marc argues, “You’re going to get hurt again, your arm is already scared up. I am trying to protect you, please!”

As you two argued, Layla had already sped to an unseen corner, but you stood frozen in place, staring to the entrance. Your balled fistmakign your knuckles turn white and you watched as the cane came into view, and the man stepped out.

Harrow

“Ah, just you?,” He spoke, taking note of Marc. His men filling in after him. The golden scarab floats above his hand, and then drops back down into his palm “The rest is silence. The first time I woke up, I knew Khonshu was gone. The quiet was so liberating. Hello ___, Athena’s gone isn’t she? Shame, she was a more calm goddess than Khonshu, maybe she could have been reasoned with. I am so sorry that It has come to this. YOu both are free, and with that freedom comes choice ” Harrow said, when he laid his eyes upon you. His voice is so calm and unwavering.”You both have a very important decision to make”

“Okay” Marc grimaced, as a man walked over to him, and MArc’s hand shotos out, grasping the gun away, as he brought down the ax.

FIght time assholes

Two men from his side trudged through the water to you.

Sword or gun, come on pick one

Your hand goes to the pistol at your hip, only for one of the goons to grab hold of your wrist and flip the gun in a quick movement.

You manage to swing an arm, and punch him in the face, he drops the pistol, and you make a grab for it. Expect you were pulled back, thrown against a pillar. Hearing a CRACK and feeling the stone concave when you hit it.

And the second minion pulled out the glowing hot iron like rope. The binding rope.

Your eyes widen and you try to get out of the way, only to hear the click of a gun to your side.

The first minion aimed at you. A second later, the binding rope went onto the unscarred arm. Unlike before, you were awake when it was placed onto you. It felt just like how it looked, hot iron being pressed into the skin.

You let out a gurgling yelp and then scream. You tried to pull your arm away, but a third good appeared and grabbed you, and had a grip of steel, keeping you in place as you screamed.

“I know it hurts right now. Remember what I told you all those years ago, it’s temporary” harrow lectured

“Shut the hell up bastard” you're gritted out between your gnashing teeth . Why is this worse than before? “I’m gonna kill you”

Your free hand seemed to feel cooler. As if the blood that was boiling in your heart was not reaching it, and as if you were grasping something.

A gun shot rang out through the chamber. As Marc stumbled back, your stomach dropped. Twisting as if a viper was winding around it, suffocating its prey before swallowing it.

“No no please don't!” You begged and screamed as the second shot rang out, and you saw as Marc fell backwards into the pool of water. Tears started to stream down your cheeks as the splash echoed through the tomb.

Bloody brilliant

You’re cute

Sweetheart

Sunshine

Luv

I love you

I want this

I want us to be together

I love you

Flashes of meeting Steven, kissing him, following Marc yesterday, the pleading look in Marc’s eyes, the cobweb swept off your cheek, all the interactions you had with both men, all summarized in a matter of seconds.

And there the body laid in the pool, as Harrow lowered the gun. Before his gaze turned towards you.

“Monster” your voice was icy cold and surprisingly soft. Leveled calmness. You grasped your hand onto the hill. A wave of adrenaline, like cold water, rushes over you and you charge. The minions holding you down were pushed off the fraction of a second.

The world slowed down, and you leaned forward, each step you took felt slow and heavy. But the world around you reacted the same way. Raising your sword above your head, you leapt toward the harrow.

Images of your mother smiling as she introduced Arthur Harrow to a young you, Athena muttering how this was going to go horribly. Your father, his once hazel eyes darkening, as Ares stood behind him smiling like the cat who got the canary. The black dust circling him, flashing to Din in the desert.

Ardere, oh Ardere. Your youngest brother with his bits and bobs of copper wires in the attic. His computer monitors illuminating the once dark abode… his crutch leaning up against his desk as he would type away for hours. The brother you ruined.

Only you miscalculated your jump, as you leaned in front of Him. As you turn to face the killer of your mother, the killer of your lover, the domino effect that leads to your life turning to shit.

Harrow raised his arm again slowly, towards you and a flash of sparks illuminated out. You couldn’t move, you tried but everything seemed to be made of stone and off and you watched as the bullet exited and floated into the air.

Despite the adrenaline rush of power and energy as moments before, you were powerless once again, as your sword dissolved at the same time you stumbled back once the bullet hit you square in the chest.

Wheezing in and out your left yourself stumble back a step. Air would not fill your lungs, no matter how hard you tried. No matter how deep or shallow your breaths were. Harrow took a step towards you before he cupped the back of your head. As he leans forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. A chill went up your spine as you coughed seeing blood dribble out onto the floor.

“I wish this ended differently, I thought of you as the daughter I never had. I thought you would understand the need for Ammits judgment, I’m sorry” and then the final gunshot rang out as Harrow pushed you away as he was calmly flicking dust off his shoulder.

Then you fell into the pool.

What’s dying like? You always wondered what it would be like. Quick and done in an instant. Or would it be drawn out? As if the world slowed down as you slipped into eternal rest, it taking forever as the world barely moved?

For you it seemed to be the later, but a bit quicker than you thought it would be. The world moved at the same speed it always had. You sensed the wind rush passed you as you fell, and then the water that parts as you had reached the glittering pool of water. The back of your head landed onto a hand.

Steven? Marc? It was the hand of the body. The realization came as your vision darkened. Small black and blurred dots eclipse your vision, as you let out one final breath, and it left you. I’m sorry Ardere, Din… I love you dad you ass. I love you Steven, so much.

And you died.

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anaer · 2 years

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batflash for the ultimate ship meme please?

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? Hard to say. They could barely last, or they could last ten years. I don't think they last forever; I don't think Bruce is capable of not self sabotaging enough for that.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Slowly, because they've known each other for so long, and it wasn't even a consideration for MOST of that. Quickly once they were actually like...thinking about it due to having known each other for so long.

How was their first kiss? Downright dirty disgusting filth, not for the eyes of children, clothes were immediately lost, mouth fucking.

Wedding

Who proposed? Neither. They don't get married. Wally generally doesn't believe in marriage (which is something he came to terms with for Linda, but in this version of events is different), and I don't see Bruce really pushing the wedding thing forward. He's weird about committed relationships in general. (But for the sake of this, Bruce.)

Who is the best man/men? - Bruce and Wally fight over who gets Dick for a best man.

Who did the most planning? - Bruce, 100%. Bruce can't not plan things. Bruce is a control freak.

Who stressed the most? - Bruce, always.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? John Constantine. There's a story there that no one should ask about.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Both, but mainly Bruce.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Wally, for sure.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? WALLY CAN'T LAST. THIS IS CANONICAL. But he can at least get it up again really fast.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Absolutely impossible. Wally comes way too fast and can orgasm more than the average person. Bruce can generally go once, maybe twice on a good day.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? Zero.

How many children will they adopt? Considering Bruce has already adopted a whole brood--

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Neither. There are no babies in this equation.

Who is the stricter parent? - Bruce because they're all his kids and the thought of Wally trying to be like "Dick I'm your stepdad now" makes me cackle maniacally, Dick is older than Wally and his best friend, like--

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - WELL. NO ONE. BRUCE DEFINITELY ENCOURAGES DANGEROUS AFTER SCHOOL STUNTS, AND WALLY AND DICK GOT UP TO MANY DANGEROUS AFTER SCHOOL STUNTS TOGETHER.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Let's just say Bruce they're all Bruce's kids Wally does zero parenting here for the rest of them.

Who is the more loved parent? -

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Who cried the most at graduation? -

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? -

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Alfred. I mean...

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Bruce. Wally will eat anything.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Alfred, again. Bruce is out here like that "how much does a banana cost, $10?" gif. Wally is a broke ass bitch living off of Bruce's money.

How often do they bake desserts? - Alfred bakes EVERY DAY.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Why are these the only two options; there is a world of difference between them. Salad is, like, the worst vegetarian option possible.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Bruce, definitely.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Wally, for sure. Wally doesn't sit in one place for too long.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - BRUCE, ACTUALLY. ALFRED TRIED AND FAILED TO TEACH HIM TO COOK. WALLY LEARNED TO COOK FROM IRIS. HE JUST HATES DOING IT IT TAKES TOO LONG. BRUCE DOESN'T WANT TO ADMIT HE CAN'T COOK, THAT WOULD BE ADMITTING HE CAN'T DO SOMETHING.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Alfred.

Who is really against chores? - Bruce.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Alfred.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Bruce.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Alfred.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Alfred.

Bruce has a butler, guys. Poor Alfred.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Bruce. Wally would, except Wally lives on super speed so he can think he took an hour when he really took like two minutes but got the vibe anyway.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Wally takes the dog out for a walk, but does he actually walk the dog? He walks himself while carrying the dog. Not even exaggerating, it's what he did that time he had a dog.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Wally decorates for EVERY holiday. It takes like two minutes for him and he changes it five million times before the season ends. Bruce's manor gives him MORE PLACES TO DECORATE and Bruce is like sigh.

What are their goals for the relationship? I don't think they have goals. I think they're going with the flow.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Bruce because he doesn't go to sleep until like five am on a good day and Wally barely needs sleep in comparison.

Who plays the most pranks? Wally, no question. Bruce doesn't prank (except when he does).

#ask me #batflash #bruce wayne #wally west #anon

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racewinnerlandonorris · 2 years

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what are some of your top country songs please?

OMG THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ASK EVER!!!! ANON YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE!

IM GIVING YOU CATEGORIES OK: (bold are absolute faves!!)

UPBEAT VIBES:

you time - scotty mccreery

wilder days - morgan wade

whatcha think of country now - morgan wallen

pickup - mackenzie porter

this - darius rucker

lovin on you - luke combs

it all comes out in the wash - miranda lambert

i hope you’re happy now - carly pearce

livin the dream - morgan wallen

to be loved by you - parker mccollum

my bar - priscilla block

make out with me - maren morris

still goin down - morgan wallen

not yet - brett young

when it rains it pours - luke combs

got my name changed back - pistol annies

hard to forget - sam hunt

waste of lime - ingrid andress

she broke my heart - noah schnacky

talk about - seaforth

i hope - gabby barrett

in love by now - riley green

dicked down in dallas - trey lewis

SLOW JAMS/HEARTBREAK:

waiter - scotty mccreery (this will make you cry)

fall in love - bailey zimmerman

heart like a truck - laine wilson

you didn’t - brett young

hold me back - parker mccollum

tim mcgraw - taylor swift

whiskey - jana kramer

forever after all - luke combs

already ready - dan + shay

sand in my boots - morgan wallen

giving you up - kameron marlowe

settling down - miranda lambert

damn straight - scotty mccreery

865 - morgan wallen

grew apart - logan mize

what could have been - gone west

die from a broken heart - maddie & tae

more hearts than mine - ingrid andress

ain’t always the cowboy - jon pardi

pretty heart - parker mccollum

hello you up - sean stemaly

tomorrow me - luke combs

i hate alabama - conner smith

OLD SCHOOL:

wagon wheel - darius rucker

your man - josh turner

islands in the stream - dolly parton and kenny chesney

all over the road - easton corbin

all summer long - kid rock

rumour - lee brice

you’re still the one - shania twain

before he cheats - carrie underwood

somewhere with you - kenny chesney

why’d you come in here lookin like that - dolly parton

also just all of luke combs, morgan wallen and scotty mccreery discographies and also nashville soundtrack and if you haven’t watched the show i highly recommend it so many talented singers and great songs!!!

#also if you use apple music i have like 20 country playlists i can give you my account info off anon #country songs rec #ask #anon

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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It's not a great picture but it proves the point this is used this size excavator on many real projects due to its size and versatility and the size of the excavator really counts and it's a different company it's not ours is bobcat and they're famous company. The machines are heavier and they're fairly rugged but they have a tendency to break down and they also get stuck a lot. And everything's out there drive to system is a little awkward but they're fairly rugged by comparison to other small excavating companies. I was just more rugged than theirs and last longer this size unit is used most often it's the size unit that our sun used to dig the pool and he used to Chinese version can't remember the name right now but it's like techamaki and it seems like that it's close but it was a decent excavator he said but part of the entire main part of the machine failed on him when he was using it and they didn't mention it at the rental place because they didn't want to pay him back the money and then they tried to get it back out of him but it was really the unit that broke down in his lack of maintenance and I couldn't use the high-speed so it took longer you should have called and have them fix it but they didn't feel like it. And they want to use it against him so his life is tough I'm saying it now. This machine is awesome though and we have it and it is $15,000 keep in mind it's RTA you have to assemble it and that's why it's less expensive most excavators this size and that power level and it has a very very powerful high rip out go for about 35,000 minimum and $45,000 normally it's a specialist piece of equipment they say it really is you have to put the same effort and you put in a big one cuz you have to use cranes and so forth it takes the same amount of time. And we plan to sell some of these and we do sell the trailer and most of our pickup trucks that we sell by Sim and s y m m and even the small one the new small one not to bring some Stratton truck that won't carry that one it'll carry the small one that we took a picture of but not bigger which is still a very heavy load can carry it a regular pickup trucks and usually Ford f-250s can't carry it can't tow it and are not recommended to tow it

He had an awesome time using it it's a lot of fun he's a complete amateur he says and he is granted he has some coordination and he has skill but a lot of you can handle it it is a wonderful machine and he used it pretty adeptly not as quick as this guy but fairly quick for someone who's never used it before and he was pretty good at okay now the guy there was not an obvious and he pushed him out and yeah it was John rima Lord and he was an a****** about it and he told me to load it up and he took money you know he's a dick that guy and he made his day bad his mom noticed that he was upset and figure out who he was said boy that guy is a huge a****** huge people start going after him for it. So give the money back loser and he wouldn't addict he's a horse's ass he's lost so much stuff and he keeps doing it and keeps losing so we're wondering why he's doing it everyone is. And our son says he's doing it for an act to make it appear like he gets stuff like the ships and he thinks he's probably getting him but he can't figure it out cuz he's very stupid and people are fooling him and he's a complete retard and he's injured and he can't tell if he has it or not and we do agree that is what it is LOL

Hardcastle Frank Castle

He's making noises and he's saying stupid s*** in space and boy that guy is a huge loser I want him out tons of people do listen to peaceful until the a****** comes by so we're going to work on it now but really this piece of equipment is awesome and it does a ton of work and we sell a ton of them and it is RTA and it comes in a box and it's very heavy once you set it down when you say to sat down it's not moving until you put it together and start it up for the most part it's a great piece of equipment and you're going to love it it's not too much to the assembly it comes with a chance to assemble and the motor is pre-installed and it's kind of like a hard knock kicker 5150 you have to attach the bucket and the arm and some hydraulic hoses and some other items to start it up that's pretty much it it doesn't make any sense to break it down because it won't fit any better in a box

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

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spinningintheshadows · 3 years

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Stupid Fucking Jeep Shirt || JJ Maybank

It's not JJ's fault he looks so good in that stupid fucking Jeep shirt and you can't keep your hands to yourself

Warnings: 🔞🔞🔞🔞 Porn with a side of porn. *consent not verbally mentioned but it is literally a hate fuck so like what do you expect* Fingering, oral (female receiving), rough sex, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it, ya nasties) lowkey hate fuck, choking, the line “seriously JJ, that’s my sister” Sarah, if you see this, no you don’t 😊

Editing to add: verbal consent is great but also body language is a thing too so maybe before y’all attack me for not putting enough trigger warnings you just keep scrolling. And I am not saying verbal consent isn’t a good thing!!!

Second edit: holy shit this got so much hate but even more praise so uh lol. My intent was not at all to write him as rapist, many people misunderstood what I meant, it’s been tagged properly so pls stop with the hate.

Basically, @maybankforlife requested that I personally send her to SuperMegaTurboHell(tm) for being Horny. I had to honor my besties wishes.

Of course, your car had to break down on the hottest day of the year, leaving you to bake alongside the busy road.

Your brother was nowhere to be found, claiming he was out with Pope

He’d told you he was busy and that it’d be at least two hours before he could get to you.

So with a sigh of desperation, you texted the only person you could think of.

‘JJ. 911. Melting beside the road. John B is probably getting his dick wet and is going to leave me here. Leaving your only sister to melt beside the road isn’t a good look.’

Truth be told, you couldn’t stand JJ Maybank.

He might be your brothers best friend, but you only played nice for John B’s sake

Even if your brother swore JJ liked you.

‘Share your location, I’m on my way’

Sighing, you did exactly that. Sharing your location with the stupid blonde boy.

And waiting not so patiently for him to text you back.

‘Still about a half hour out from you, Sweetheart. I’m coming’

It took everything in you to not physically gag at the nickname, especially coming from JJ Maybank.

Truth be told, you probably would have if you wouldn’t have been so hot.

Luckily, your car had quit with the windows down, so at least you had the miniscule breeze to help you out.

Finally, you heard the rumble of JJ’s truck watching as it parked in front of you.

He got out, walking over to your driver side window.

“You look hot, sweetheart”

He was grinning with that stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth.

“Call me sweetheart one more time and I will forcibly remove both of your testicles right here, right now”

He would have looked scared if it wasn’t for the fact he knew you were probably dying from heat exhaustion.

“I have air conditioning. Go, I’ll look at your car.”

“Forgiven, for now, Maybank.”

You went to his truck, practically moaning at the cold air that greeted you when you opened the door.

You scrolled through your phone waiting for a verdict on your car, trying not to laugh when he joined you in the front seat of the pickup.

“I hate your car.”

“Don’t talk bad about her.”

“She’s a piece of shit, Y/N. How is it even street legal?”

“She gets me from point A to point B, JJ!”

“She’s dead, Y/N, it’s time to let her go.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Your whole transmission is gone, sweetheart, that’s gonna cost you like four grand. Do you have four grand?”

“No.”

“See? Time to let her go.”

“Also, what did you just call me?”

“Sweetheart.”

“You better be glad you’re driving right now.”

It was still a forty minute drive to your house, stuck in the car with the man you hate.

And it was then that you realized that he was wearing his stupid fucking jeep shirt.

And you hated him even more

Not because the shirt was annoying

But because there was some way that shirt clung to his body that turned you on

And you hated having any sort of attraction to JJ Maybank.

“You good, sweetheart?”

“Just peachy, dickbag.”

“I can see you clenching your thighs, Y/N. If you’re turned on by me you can just say so.”

“In your fucking dreams, Maybank. I saw a cute guy on tinder.”

“If you say so.”

“You’re so annoying. Why would I be attracted to you?”

“My charm?”

“Ha.”

“You don’t have to be such a brat, Y/N.”

“I’m not a brat.”

You decided to just stare ahead of you, thankful when he finally pulled into your drive and you could get out of that truck.

“Thank you, goodbye.”

“You really want to get rid of me, sweetheart?”

“I would rather shoot myself in the foot than spend more time with you JJ Maybank”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Ditto!”

You walked up the porch steps and slammed the door behind you, rushing into your room to change your clothes.

You audibly groaned when you heard the front door open and close again, hearing JJ’s footsteps coming down the hall.

You were standing there, trying to put a crop top over your braless breasts when your bedroom door slammed open.

JJ leaned against the doorframe and stared at you, looking you up and down as you stared at him frozen.

“Nice tits, Y/N”

“Shut the fuck up JJ”

“No.”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

“Excuse me?”

JJ didn’t answer, just walked into your room, slamming your door shut.

He walked up to you, pressing his lips against your ear.

“I’m gonna fuck the brat out of you.”

“Like hell you are Maybank. Why would I have sex with you.”

“Because you left a fucking wet patch in my seat, Y/N. You don’t get that turned on over some guy on tinder.”

“Maybe I do, JJ.”

“Or maybe it’s me. What is it, sweetheart.”

“I.. It’s thats stupid fucking shirt you’re wearing.”

“My jeep shirt?”

“It the way it fucking fits you, JJ.”

Again, he doesn’t respond but just starts placing hot, opened mouth kisses along your neck, moving down until he’s face to face with your tits.

“You’ve got such pretty tits, Sweetheart.”

With that he hooks his lips around your right nipple and rolls your left between his fingers.

And you can’t help but let out a shaky moan from it.

“Take your pants off”

“My brother could be home any minute you fucker”

“Please, he’s with Sarah, he’s not gonna be home until midnight at least. Now take your pants off”

“No”

You can almost hear him roll his eyes at you and your bratty attitude before he reaches up and pops the button on your denim shorts himself.

Sliding them down your legs, you’re almost embarrassed by how turned on you really are by this, but before you can open your mouth again he’s got his fingers in your panties.

“Your cunt is fuckin’ soaked, Y/N, does the shirt turn you on that much”

“Shut the fuck up JJ.”

He doesn’t respond, but instead shoves two of his fingers inside of you, making your knees buckle.

“I- shit, JJ, I can’t stand for this.”

“If you need to sit, you’re gonna have to sit on my face.”

Did those words really just come out of JJs mouth?

Before you can respond, he curls his fingers in you making you let out the moan you were holding back.

“I’m sorry, what was that, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you JJ”

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?”

He’s still moving his fingers roughly inside of you, and you can feel your high building.

Fuck, it two can play this game.

“JJ, get your fingers out of me.”

“No”

“I’m not cumming on your fingers.”

“You are if I say you do.”

“You’re so annoying.”

He just hums in response, continuing to fuck you with his fingers.

He’s moved now to stand behind you and has one hand loosely wrapped around your throat.

And you think that’s fucking hot as shit.

You’re really teetering right on the edge here.

“JJ”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“Tighten your hand”

“What?”

“I want you to choke me, dammit.”

“As you wish, sweetheart.”

Almost as soon as he starts applying pressure to your throat, you let yourself go.

Moaning his name loudly as you feel yourself squeezing his fingers as you cum.

“I didn’t think you were that kinky, sweetheart.”

“Shut up, JJ”

You’re heaving for breath as he lets you go

But only long enough for him to move you to your bed, sitting you right on the edge.

“JJ, what are you doing?”

He doesn’t respond, but throws your legs over his shoulders

And just absolutely buries his face in your cunt.

“Jesus Christ, Maybank.”

Your fingers are knotted in his hair, tugging sharply at every swipe of his tongue against your clit.

You really aren’t expecting the moan that comes out of his mouth against you after a particularly hard tug.

“Do you like your hair being pulled, sweetheart?”

“Shut the fuck up, Y/N”

“I’m gonna cum again, you fucker.”

“Do it sweetheart, cum on my fucking tongue. Make a mess for me to clean up.”

You can feel that knot getting tighter and tighter, until suddenly it unravels and you’re tugging on his hair by the roots as you cum again, not at all being quiet about it.

And his tongue doesn’t leave you until well after you’ve come down and you’re pushing his head away.

“Hey Y/N.”

“What?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

“On the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

You watch him undo his cargo shorts, dropping them to the floor with his boxers.

And holy shit

You realize you’re about to get fucked by possibly the biggest cock you’ve ever had.

How the fuck was he hiding that in his pants?

Before you can process what’s happening, he’s shoving his cock in you.

“Jesus Christ, you’re tight.”

“I think you’re just big, Maybank.”

He’s pounding into you roughly

And you can’t help but think maybe you should be a brat more often. Piss him off more often.

If it meant you’d get fucked like this more often.

You’re practically screaming his name, him trying to quiet you by placing his mouth on yours.

The kiss is really a battle for dominance.

Teeth clashing and tongues fighting.

“I’m not gonna last J.”

“Me either, sweetheart. Wanted to fuck you for so long, not gonna last.”

You let out a loud moan as you clenched around his cock, cumming.

“Gonna cum in you, sweetheart. Can’t hold it back.”

And sure enough, the clenching of your cunt around his cock had him spilling his hot load inside of you, thrusting the entire time.

As he stilled inside you, you finally looked at him properly.

His face had softened, as he laid on top of you.

“Hey Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t hate you, you know?”

“Yeah, the feelings are mutual there, J.”

“Sorry it had to happen like this.”

“I’m not. I need to be a brat more often if that means you’re going to fuck me like that.”

He laughed, leaning down to kiss you properly.

“Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Slowly, he pulled out of you, frowning when you winced a bit.

“Sorry, sweetheart”

He walked across the hall, trying to find a washcloth, then slowly cleaning up the mess between your legs.

Helped you into a clean pair of shorts then handed you that stupid fucking jeep shirt.

“I bet it looks even better on you”

You pull it on, watching him pull his shorts on and then crawl into bed with you.

“You look tired, sweetheart.”

“You made me cum three times.”

“Take a nap.”

You smile, cuddling up into his chest.

Dozing off, you hear the front door open and your brother's voice yell for JJ.

Then heavy footsteps down the hall that stopped in front of your door.

“Jesus Christ, JJ. That’s my sister.”

You can hear the laughter bubble out of JJ’s chest then feel his arm move, in a gesture you’re sure is flipping your brother off.

“Well that’s what you get for leaving your sister to bake on the side of the road, JB”

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optimabatteries · 2 years

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John Wayne's 1978 Ford Supercab Lariat pickup truck at the 2020 Mecum Auction in Kissimmee, Florida. -460 cubic-inch automatic -Less than 500 produced -Specially-built for Wayne and used to pull his dressing room trailer and for Harper Catering service when on location. He also used it as his personal vehicle on his 26 Bar ranch in Stanfield, Arizona -Truck was then sold to the second owner, Dick Hammer, a cowboy stuntman and close friend of Wayne. -Upon retirement, Hammer sold the truck to world champion horseman, John D. Day -Day allowed the truck & his ranch to be used in a Suzy Bogguss music video for the song Some Day Soon -Highly original and unrestored engine -Power steering & brakes, air conditioning and auto transmission -Sold at the Mecum auction with a saddle & notarized letter from Dick Hammer -Sold with a copy of the registration issued to Roland Harper Catering, a company of which John Wayne was a business partner. -Previously-displayed at a museum in Deadwood, South Dakota

#john wayne #pickup truck #ford trucks #Ford F350 #Mecum Auction

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how-to-do-it-better · 14 days

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Sex Should Be Fun, Not Dirty

A few things that gross me out about porno myths

By LargoKitt. Listen to the Podcast at How To Sex.

What I HATE About Porn

Hindus and Greeks and lots of other folks have gods who celebrate procreation. Heck, the Bible contains the steamy Song of Solomon. And in Genesis, God never said, "Don't fuck." He said, "Be fruitful and multiply."

Don’t Make Me Feel Shitty

Bottom line: whatever your kink, sex should be fun for all members of the party and their members, and fun shouldn't make you feel weird and guilty.

Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

And for lesbian couples this literally goes double. Two loving gals are not usually eager to pretend to be hard dick-jamming men.

Lesbian Porn

Butt?

Roughly Sensual?

All the senses say something

Sprayed vs filled?

Stay Unselfish

And if you like erotic stories, videos, audios, pix then use the ones that respect people and avoid the ones that don't.

If the maker breaks those golden rules, don't watch or pay for that shit.

The 11 Best Sexual Positions for Satisfying Sex

Tons of sexual positions can bring mutual satisfaction, but do you know which ones both you and your partner can enjoy? Check out these 11 you might want to try the next time you get frisky.

By Ashley Welch

Switch up your sexual routine so you and your partner can rekindle your connection.

What Are the Best Ways to Have Mutually Satisfying Sex?

Many couples are figuring out exactly those benefits, according to research funded by the Kinsey Institute at the University of Indiana.

Try New Sexual Positions to Spice Things Up

You don’t have to be a gymnast to make these moves pay off. Don’t think “crazy sex positions,” rather “new sex positions” to create more heat between the sheets.

1: The Missionary Position or Face-to-Face

Potential Benefits or Caveats Intimate but not necessarily mutually satisfying.

Try Female-Friendly Intercourse Positions

"In most cultures, it is not the most used position," says Beverly Whipple, PhD, RN, a certified sexuality educator and professor emerita at Rutgers University in New Jersey.

2: Cowgirl

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Deep penetration and sensations vary; clitoral stimulation.

Details In this position, the man lies on his back while the partner being penetrated faces them and kneels, straddling his pelvis. She can then sit up or lie down on her man.

6 Easy Ways To Spice Up Your Married Sex Life

Making things more interesting in the bedroom doesn't have to be hard. Try these simple tips to create more heat between the sheets.

3: Reverse Cowgirl or Reverse Rider on Top

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Buttocks play, visual stimulations, opportunities for variations; may cause pain.

4: Doggy Style or Rear Entry

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Deep penetration and G-spot stimulation but the position can feel impersonal.

5: The Corkscrew

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Intense, deep penetration.

Switch It Up Your partner can easily lean down to make out with you, and the clitoris is within easy reach, according to Bradbury.

6: Side by Side or Sideways

Potential Sensual Benefits or Caveats Deep eye contact and intimacy.

7: Flat Iron or Lazy Dog

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Tightness on penetration, intense stimulation.

8: Face-Off

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats With intense eye contact and clitoral stimulation, this can be an enhanced missionary position.

Switch It Up The lotus position is very similar to face-off, only the man sits crossed-legged on the bed or chair.

9: Pretzel Dip

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Deep penetration with potential for G-spot stimulation.

10: Coital Alignment Technique (CAT)

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Clitoral stimulation.

11: Sixty-Nine (or 69)

Potential Sensual Benefits and Caveats Mutual oral stimulation.

Keep Switching It Up: Sexual Variety Is Exciting

By LargoKitt & Ashley Welch for Literotica and EverydayHealth.

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transparenttriumphzombie · 2 years

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Phoebe Smith (1939–) (Phoebe transitioned in Atlanta in the 1960s. In those days she had great difficulty in finding out about other transsexuals, and in finding any professionals who even knew where to point her, let alone to actually help. If she were in New York or Paris, she would have had more information even in the 1960s – but she did not know that. Fortunately she was determined.)

James Smith was born to a family of sharecroppers in Irwin County, US Georgia. His relatives referred to him as a ‘sissy’ from an early age, and he was bullied at school, more so because of his disinterest in sports.

In September 1953, the family pickup was hit by a flatbed truck. The father had his left arm crushed and had to give up farming; the mother was in constant pain afterwards. They moved to Atlanta. At the new school Smith was called ‘queer’.

In 1955 a neighbor showed him a magazine article about someone who had a sex-change operation, and asked him why he did not have it also. Smith wrote to a preacher on the radio that he had been listening to, and later phoned him. This was the first time that he ever told someone that he wanted to change sex. The preacher said that he saw nothing wrong or sinful in Smith’s desire, but couldn’t offer any help. In September 1956 Smith attempted suicide by taking his mother’s pain pills. After recovery he insisted on quitting school – he was then seventeen.

After temporary and part-time work, Smith found a position at Rich’s Department Store where he stayed for ten years. Every now and then there would be an article in the news about a transsexual, but when Smith attempted to correspond with a doctor or psychiatrist, he was told that a change of sex was impossible.

In November 1961 Smith was called to report to the Draft Board. He explained himself and was classified 4-F. If questioned he said that this was because of a bad back resulting from the 1953 road crash. Around this time, his father driving a cement mixer was hit by a train on a crossing. Smith’s younger brother joined the US Marines, but was discharged after being diagnosed with chronic bronchitis.

By 1964 Smith had rented a mailbox and was writing letters prolifically: to doctors, to medical universities, to politicians. Many were not answered; some were rudely answered. One, who was helpful, was Amy Larkin, the agony aunt at the Atlanta Constitution (actually a pseudonym for Olive Ann Burns (1924 – 1990) who later became renowned for her novel Cold Sassy Tree). Larkin passed anonymous information about Smith to Harry Benjamin in New York (who was then working with John Money so that the Johns Hopkins Gender Identity Clinic would open the next year). Benjamin wrote back that “there seems very little doubt that this patient is a transsexual”.

Larkin arranged an appointment with a local endocrinologist, but he, despite the letter from Benjamin, maintained that what was wanted could not be done.

Smith wrote to the Governor of Georgia who passed the letter to the Dean of the Medical College of Georgia who replied that the surgery was illegal within Georgia.

Smith contacted Atlanta Constitution journalist, Dick Herbert, who became interested and wrote a sympathetic story (by the standards of the time) using a pseudonym: “Long-Ill Tim Gets New Hope to Solve Endocrine Malady”.

Smith applied to Georgia Vocational Rehabilitation and Georgia Mental Health Institute. They responded with a mixture of ignoring him, giving a run-around and even rudeness. In 1968 Smith saw Christine Jorgensen on the Merv Griffin television show, and wrote to ask for Christine’s address. Christine put Smith in touch with a doctor, who in turn gave the names and addresses of two surgeons: Dr Burou in Casablanca and Dr Barbosa in Tijuana. Smith decided on the latter.

In January 1969, Smith moved out of the family home to stay with a friend; resigned his job; sent a letter to his parents saying for the first time that he was transsexual and asking them to borrow $4,200 against their house to lend to him. Smith paid $200 for a flight to Los Angeles, and then took a train to San Diego, crossed the border into Mexico at 2am. After resting in a hotel, Smith arrived at Dr Barbosa’s office – still in male clothes.

Dr Barbosa examined Smith and then explained that he required a full year of hormone therapy prior to surgery. Further examination discovered a thyroid problem. Dr Barbosa compromised and treatment for the thyroid condition was provided as well as an orchiectomy. While in the clinic, Smith contemplated a female name and decided on Phoebe.

She had brought a mail-order catalogue with her and made her first purchases of female clothing. On return to Atlanta, Phoebe was welcomed by her family and relatives. The mail-order purchases had arrived, and from that day on, she never wore male clothing again.

Back in Atlanta early 1969 after a first visit to Dr Barbosa, Phoebe Smith was taken shopping by an aunt who bought her three dresses. Phoebe made an appointment with Harry Benjamin in New York for a hormone prescription. Two aunts and a cousin went to New York with her.

Phoebe attempted to return to work at Rich’s Department Store, but a few co-workers objected, and the supervisor said no. Phoebe appealed up two levels but without success.

A gay former co-worker gave a big party to introduce Phoebe to the local gay scene – but she did not feel that she belonged there. She was interviewed for a local television news program.

In November Phoebe returned to New York to see Harry Benjamin, and was told that she was ready for the final surgery. She immediately wrote to Dr Barbosa, but he did not reply – and then by telegram – until March 31 giving an appointment for April 11. She was in the hospital for two weeks, and even when she left was in considerable pain.

At first she wanted to be open about her past when applying for jobs, but quickly found that that was not going to work. She took the Georgia State Merit test, and got a position in Disease investigation. In May 1971 she transferred to Medicaid.

She was now undergoing electrolysis, and for a short while worked with a local transsexual support group before it discontinued.

Phoebe several times met persons who knew someone who knew her previous self, but it did not become a problem. One man threatened to out her if she did not date him. In spring 1974 a trans woman whom Phoebe had spoken to with the support group applied to Medicaid in the hope of having her surgery paid for. They met at the elevator, and the woman introduced herself. This made Phoebe think that everyone was talking about her. A close work friend told her that “we all know and we still love you”.

In 1975 Phoebe transferred to Family and Children Services. One day a co-worker rushed in and exclaimed: “Y’all, there is a transsexual that works for the State!”. Again it turned out that most of the co-workers already knew, and never said.

By June 1979 Phoebe had written her first autobiography, Phoebe. She self-published it and advertised in trans newsletters. A thousand copies were printed, and a New York bookstore bought four hundred. Reactions at work were mixed. People she had not previously known became friendly; no man at work ever asked her out again.

In 1980 she put together a brochure, “The Journey from One to Forty was Difficult but Successful”. It included a photograph of herself at age one with father, and a photo at age 40. It criticized the report from Jon Meyers of John Hopkins of the previous year that had been used as an excuse to close its Gender Identity Clinic. “I have worked for the State of Georgia for almost ten years. During my fourth year of employment, knowledge of my surgery became widespread. It was upsetting, but also a big relief to get it in the open.” Later that year a new communications office was established, and Phoebe became its supervisor, but with a pay cut.

The sale of the autobiography resulted in mail, much of it from persons seeking information. This led to the idea of a newsletter, The Transsexual Voice. The first two issues were complimentary, and 30 copies were printed. Within a few months there were over 100 subscribers.

A subscriber contacted her wanting to find someone to train in electrolysis. Phoebe jumped at the chance and for the next 15 years they worked on each other.

By the mid-1980s there were over 300 subscribers including Leo Wollman, Rupert Raj and Michelle Hunt. Phoebe mailed packets of transsexual-related material to newspaper editors, television news programs, talk show hosts etc. Very few responded.

Through the 1980s Phoebe’s family health problems deteriorated. Her younger brother was diagnosed with cancer, and died at age 40. Her father died age 74 in 1989 after various health problems. Her mother needed daily care such that Phoebe had to discontinue The Transsexual Voice in 1995. Her mother died in 1998, when Phoebe was 59.

She retired in in 2000. She had worked for the State of Georgia for almost 30 years.

#transgender #post-op transgender woman #transwoman #transgender woman

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long hot summer (m) | jinyoung

as part of the pleasure chest: a got7 cringe collaboration

pairing: jinyoung x f reader genre: smut warnings: terrible innuendos, second hand embarrassment, explicit sex, light choking word count: 4.8k

summary: it’s been a long, hot summer, and you’ve got your eye on jinyoung, the sexy gardener your dad hired back in june - and when you’re left alone with the house to yourself for a whole week, you devise a plan to finally get what you want. when daddy’s away, his darling daughter will play…

a/n: hehe hi guys! this was super fun to write, even though i played myself by waiting until the very last minute to write it. for that reason, it is mostly unedited so cut me some slack if you see any weird typos hahaha. anyway, thank you to the other writers in the collab for such a fun experience! i’m so glad i got to be a part of this! enjoy!

You awoke on Thursday morning with the same excitement that you’d had on Christmas morning when you were ten.

Today’s the day!

For weeks, you’d schemed and planned, researched and daydreamed. And now it was time to put all of your preparation to good use and get yourself the one thing you’d been wanting for the last two months.

Today, you were going to seduce your gardener.

Well, your father’s gardener, to be specific. You’d had your eye on him since the first day he pulled up in that forest green, beat up pickup truck with the giant lawnmower in the bed.

He was young, maybe a year or two older than you, but you weren’t sure. Your dad told you his name was Jinyoung and he’d started his own business after graduating high school, mostly just maintaining the massive yards of the upper middle class citizens of your neighborhood.

That was all fine and dandy, but most importantly, Jinyoung was hot.

He always wore the same thing—a plain white t-shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, and you didn’t even care that they were light wash and could use a tailor’s touch. The way he rolled the sleeves up to his shoulders, showing off the corded muscles from years of manual labor, made you forget all about his hideous jeans.

Every Thursday, Jinyoung rolled up in his truck and took care of your dad’s lawn while you stood in the kitchen staring out the window like a peeping Tom. You were completely aware that you were objectifying him, but it had been quite a while since anyone had watered your buds, and you had become shameless.

But this week, this week you’d decided to make a move.

Your dad was away on business for five days, leaving you with the house completely to yourself. You had put your time to good use, clicking away and devising a plan to get into Jinyoung’s pants.

Your research began on Monday when your best friend, Jongin, had come over. You had a strange relationship, but that was to be expected when you had known him since diapers. He also happened to have taken your virginity, but it wasn’t as awkward as one would think.

“Guys like it when a girl takes charge,” Jongin told you, reaching for a slice of pizza off the coffee table. You laid on the floor, staring up at the ceiling while taking mental notes of everything he told you.

“Take charge how?”

“I don’t know, like, make the first move. Just get on top of him and…” Jongin gestured vaguely with his hands, squeezing the air.

“And what? Grab his boobs?” You pursed your lips together, tossing a spare chunk of crust at him.

“If that’s what he’s into,” Jongin defended with a playful smirk on his lips. “Look, I’m just saying, it’s hot when you know a girl is into you and you don’t have to guess.”

Chewing your lip, you stored the information away for later. “What should I wear? Like, should I just walk outside in my bikini?”

Jongin snorted. “You could, yeah. Some guys are simple like that.”

“Hmm…” you propped yourself up on your elbows. “He doesn’t seem simple. He’s like, mysterious and quiet.”

“Doesn’t matter, I bet he’ll still stare at your ass while you walk away.”

You smirked. Luckily, you had stayed committed to your squats this summer.

“Okay, so I make a move. Then what?”

Jongin looked at you like you had two heads. “What do you mean, then what? Then you guys do the deed.”

Sighing dramatically, you flopped back onto the floor. You wanted more than that—you wanted him to end the day thinking about how sexy you were, how it had been his hottest experience ever. You wanted him to tell his friends about it at parties.

The next night, you continued your quest for knowledge with some visual aids. You got yourself all comfy and tucked in bed, laptop resting on your lap while you scrolled through Pornhub.

Jongin was right—it was hot when the girls took charge. Sure, there was something to be said for the submissive, meek girl that dropped to her knees on command, but you wanted control.

As you got deeper into the black hole of XXX websites, you found yourself becoming more and more nervous. You didn’t look like the girls in these videos, with their perfectly trimmed pubic hair and their toned physiques. Your boobs were less than half the size of some of these women.

You also didn’t find yourself naturally sexy, comfortable approaching a man and throwing yourself at him. But you wanted Jinyoung, and all of that trumped any kind of insecurity you could feel. Soon, you’d be back at college and you couldn’t live with yourself if you let the opportunity pass you by.

Cut to now—standing in the kitchen in your teeny tiny workout shorts and an equally revealing tank top, your yoga mat rolled up and tucked under your arm. You saw Jinyoung outside, kneeling in front of one of the flower beds and giving you the perfect view of his side profile.

When you were just about to slide open the glass door and put your plan into action, your phone vibrated on the kitchen table. You jumped and went to answer it promptly after you saw who was calling.

“Hi Daddy,” you said, setting your yoga mat on the floor.

“Hi love, how’s it going?”

“Good,” you answered, eyes still locked on the back yard. Jinyoung sat back on his heels, bringing his forearm up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. God, he was the finest man you’d ever seen.

“Hey, I forgot to tell you, make sure you give Jinyoung the check I left on the counter for the week. And be nice to him, it’s hot outside today—invite him in for a glass of water or something.”

Your lips curled into a devious smile. “I’ll be nice to him. Don’t worry.”

“That’s my girl.”

Your dad talked your ear off for a bit longer, telling you all about his flight and something about conference calls, blah blah. All the while, you were entirely focused on something else.

Jinyoung had lifted the front of his shirt up to his face, wiping his sweat once more and revealing his washboard abs. It was only a few seconds, but you felt yourself come close to flatlining right there in the kitchen.

Your phone beeped against your ear, the alert tone signaling that you had a missed call. You glanced at the screen to find Jongin’s name on the notification.

“I have to go, Jongie called,” you told him.

“Oh alright, tell him I said hello. And be good,” your dad said.

“I will. Bye, Daddy.” You took the phone from your ear, returning Jongin’s call with a few taps.

“Hey ugly, how’s it going?”

“I’m going to fuck his brains out,” you answered simply.

Jongin choked on the other end. “Like, right now?”

“No,” you answered, going over to the fridge to pull open the door. “But I’m about to go out and start seducing him. He’s here and he’s so hot. I’m gonna go out, do some yoga, and see if he needs help… with his hose.”

Your best friend snorted. “Don’t say that.”

You grabbed two water bottles, both ice cold, and tucked them between your arm and your chest. “I want him to know that I want him.”

“Okay, well, if a girl referred to my dick as a hose I’m pretty sure it would shrivel up. Just go flash your tits and call it a day.”

Sighing, you shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, letting the fridge door shut behind you as you turned away. “No, that’s not sexy. Don’t worry, I’ve got this. I’ve been watching porn for two days straight.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ. Fine, just… look, just one little word of advice. Don’t make that face you made with me, the one when you came.”

You stopped in your tracks on your way back over to the door. “What face?”

Jongin cleared his throat. Your first time had been a long time ago just before graduation after a bottle of tequila and your confession that you didn’t want to go to college a virgin. He’d taken one for the team, giving you exactly six minutes of pleasure before finishing on your bedspread.

You hadn’t come, then, you’d simply faked it for his benefit. But still, you hadn’t realized anything you’d done had been unattractive. What if you did make a weird face when you came?

“You know what, nevermind. I don’t want to know. Goodbye, asshole.”

“Good luck, slut.”

With a sigh, you hung up and placed your phone back on the table. When you glanced outside, Jinyoung had moved further down the flower bed, giving you a nice view of his broad back, his shoulder muscles moving under his shirt with every move he made.

Be sexy. Don’t be weird.

You grabbed your mat by its strap and pushed open the glass door, walking out onto the concrete of your back patio and onto the grass. Your yard wasn’t as big as some of your neighbors’, but there was still a good amount of distance between you and Jinyoung. It wasn’t too awkward for you to lay your mat down across the freshly mowed grass, in direct sunlight.

When Jinyoung glanced back at you, you felt your heart jump in your chest, warm from the sun and his gaze. Fuck. Words, what were words?!

“Need some water?” you asked, holding one of the full bottles out in his direction. “You’re hot. I mean, it’s hot.” You gulped and prayed he hadn’t noticed the slip of your tongue.

Jinyoung stood from his knees, utterly silent, as he seemed to look you up and down. It was hard to tell with the sun in your eyes, but it almost looked like he had been checking you out.

He was quiet, still, even as he began walking towards you. As he got closer, you were desperately trying to keep your drool inside of your mouth. He reached out to grab the water bottle from you, surprising you with a dimpled half smile.

“Thanks.”

And then he walked away.

Fine, then you’d have to resort to plan B.

— x —

Plan B was a bust.

You’d laid out there for half an hour, sprawled out on your yoga mat as you contorted your body into several positions and stretches that had you aching in the worst of ways. Every time you looked at Jinyoung, he was focused on his job, pulling weeds or planting soil or whatever it was that he got paid to do.

With an exasperated sigh, you slammed the glass door shut behind you once you were back in the kitchen. Stupid boys. No, he wasn’t a boy. He was a man, and maybe that was the problem.

Grabbing your phone, you opened Jongin’s text thread.

You [12:07pm]: UGH. fuck this. Jongin [12:08pm]: no dick yet? You [12:08pm]: no. i basically turned myself into a pretzel and he couldn’t have cared less. my rose petals were in plain sight and he didn’t even look once Jongin [12:10pm]: LOL show him ur boobs

You groaned and furrowed your brows, fully prepared to explain to Jongin that you didn’t think anything would work at this point, when you heard the glass kitchen door slide open.

Jinyoung walked through, sweat dripping deliciously down his temples and down the vein lining his neck. “Hey, just need to wash my hands. I’ll just be a minute.”

Then he was so close to you, you could smell his cologne, mixed with the earthy scent of the garden he’d just had his hands buried into. He stared down at you, licking his lips while his gaze bored into you like he wanted something. No, needed something.

Maybe the tables had turned.

“Can you move?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Jinyoung tipped his chin. “I need to wash my hands.”

You hadn’t realized it, but in your angry pacing while texting Jongin, you’d ended up standing right in front of the kitchen sink.

“Oh,” you breathed, and still didn’t move for another moment until annoyance flashed in Jinyoung’s eyes. You side stepped and watched as Jinyoung took your place, reaching to pump some soap onto his hands.

“So…” you started. All you needed to do was strike up a conversation, and it would be easy from there. “Do you need any help?”

Jinyoung glanced at you. “...Washing my hands?”

“No, like…” You used your shoulder to nudge towards the back yard. “Out there. I could help you, um, empty your hose.”

Oh, god. Jongin was right. It wasn’t sexy at all.

“I mean,” you tried again. “I could lend you a hand. If you know what I mean.”

If Jinyoung knew what you meant, he didn’t show any interest. He just shrugged and focused on scrubbing the dirt from his fingernails. You gulped at the way the veins on the back of his hands flexed. You wanted those hands on you, ASAP.

“Jinyoung,” you said, scooting an inch closer as you leaned back against the counter. “What I’m trying to say is…”

“I’ll stop you there,” he said, turning off the faucet. “I know where this is going. You’ve been staring at me all summer, and I know you’ve been trying to get my attention all afternoon.”

You blinked in surprise. Had you been that obvious? Well, of course you had. That was the goal, anyway. Jongin had told you it was sexy when a girl was obvious…

“I’m just trying to do my job,” Jinyoung said, reaching for a kitchen towel to wipe his hands. “Not looking to get murdered by your dad for defiling his perfectly innocent daughter.”

It took you a minute for his words to sink in, for you to realize that he hadn’t said he wasn’t interested. He wanted to defile you.

Just as Jinyoung went to leave, you grabbed his wrist. “Wait.”

Jinyoung sighed, turning back to you with dark eyes. “Let it go. Don’t test my patience.”

Something about the look in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine, images flashing through your mind of other ways that he could look at you, how you could get him to do more to you.

“Don’t you want to…” you bit your lip, emulating those girls you’d seen in videos, trailing your fingertips up his chest. “Touch me? I’ve prettied my flower up, just for you…”

Jinyoung gave you a look somewhere between uncomfortable and turned on. His hand came up to wrap around your wrist, his thumb pressed to your pulse point. “I said let it go.”

Warmth spread your entire body as Jinyoung gazed down at you, his callused fingers gripping tightly onto your wrist, stopping your fingers on their path up his chest. Something told you he wanted you, maybe just as bad as you wanted him, and it had quickly turned from a fantasy into a reality.

“Make me,” you told him.

When he didn’t respond, just swallowed hard and tensed his jaw, you reached with your free hand for his tool belt. You hooked your finger into the loop of the belt, pulling his body closer to you.

“Touch me, Jinyoung.”

“Don’t,” he growled, the sound shooting straight to your core.

“I’ll be a good girl. My dad never has to know,” you tried once more, looking up at him through your lashes. His breathing had gotten heavier and his eyes narrowed as they locked on yours. It felt like a bomb was about to go off, just tick-ticking away until he exploded.

“You have three seconds.”

Three.

You closed the gap between your bodies, sliding your hand from Jinyoung’s belt to find his free hand.

Two.

Wrapping your fingers around his hand, you led it to rest on your lower back.

One.

His hand, entirely on its own, slid from your lower back down along the curve of your backside to grip your ass. You swallowed, running your tongue across your lips. You felt like a woman starved and Jinyoung was your only source of a meal.

Finally, Jinyoung let go of your wrist and instead gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling you close until he could slam his lips upon yours. You whimpered at the rough contact, but your whimper quickly turned to a moan as soon as he brought your bodies together.

It was a blur after that.

You found the clasp to Jinyoung’s belt and quickly unbuckled it, letting it fall to the ground. You ignored the sound of the tools clanking against your kitchen floor, making a mental note that you’d have to sweep the dirt off the tiles before your dad got home.

Jinyoung made no move to take your clothes off--it seemed he was more than satisfied with kissing you and squeezing your ass. But you wanted more, you had been thirsting after him for so long, you wanted to cut to the chase.

What would those girls have done? They would take charge.

So you pulled back from the kiss and grabbed Jinyoung’s forearm, leading him without a word out of the kitchen and into the living room. The cleaning lady had already been here earlier, so you didn’t have to worry about Jinyoung catching sight of your half eaten bag of pretzels or the many issues of Cosmo you’d flipped through in these last few days.

You shoved him down to sit on the chair and knelt between his legs, shoving them apart so that you could occupy the space instead. Your fingers practically tore open the button and zipper of his jeans and you reached into his underwear, freeing his erection.

“Whoa, whoa, slow do-” Jinyoung started, but the words died on his tongue as soon as you got your mouth on him.

You bobbed your head, relishing in the feeling of his cock filling your mouth, the tip easily reaching the back of your throat each time you went down. You gagged and coughed, knowing how much guys loved that. You’d been told once, by Jongin of course, that all you needed to do to give a good blowjob was to be sloppy and enthusiastic.

“Mm,” you mumbled as your lips wrapped around the head, opening your eyes to stare up at Jinyoung. He was breathing hard, hands gripping the leather arm rests. You pulled off of him, replacing your mouth with your hand as you jerked him off. “You like that? You like… my mouth around your dick?”

Jinyoung groaned but reached for your hand, halting your efforts. He slid his other hand into your hair, pulling you away from his cock and making you look at him.

“Slow down, slow down.” He guided you with his own hand, creating a slow pace with your fingers wrapped around his length, his eyes still locked onto yours. “Fuck. Yeah, like that.”

“I wanna…” you thought for a moment, trying to recall all the dirty things you’d heard in all those videos. “Wanna fuck your cock. Want you to fuck me. Right here, just let you, uh, make me scream.”

You found yourself stuttering through it, not sure if you sounded so awkward because you’d never talked dirty in your life, or because you were just that turned on.

Jinyoung’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you, his expression getting less aroused and more confused as you continued to tell him all the things you wanted him to do to you.

“Hold on,” Jinyoung said, hand halting your movements once more. “I’m sorry, but what’s with the dirty talk? You sound like you stepped out of a sex hotline commercial.”

“Um,” you replied and felt your cheeks flush as you looked away, pursing your lips together. “I thought you’d like that. Guys like it when a girl takes charge, right?”

“Sure,” he answered. “But we aren’t in a porno. And something tells me you’ve seen a few too many of those.”

He had caught you red handed. Oh, maybe that was a poor choice of words when you currently had both hands gripped around his cock, steadily jerking him off.

“I-” You swallowed, lifting your eyes up to lock back onto Jinyoung’s. “Maybe I watched a few… to prepare for this.”

Then Jinyoung smiled. You stared up at him, confused, before he started to laugh. Not the best reaction you wanted while you were on your knees in front of a man, but this day was ending up a lot more uncomfortable than you had imagined.

“I see what happened here. Stand up,” he told you, and you obeyed, dropping your hands off of him down to rest at your sides. He pulled you down onto his lap as you rested your thighs on either side of his hips, his hands immediately sliding up the back of your shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere. There’s no reason we can’t take it slow, enjoy it. And trust me,” he said, his fingers gripping your sides as his thumbs grazed your rib cage. “I want to enjoy this.”

Jinyoung lifted your shirt above your head and tossed it to the side, revealing the baby blue sports bra that offered no support whatsoever, and you’d been grateful to finally have an excuse to wear it.

“Wait, watch this,” you told him, leaning back with an excited smile. You reached with one hand to the center of your chest, taking hold of the zipper that went straight down the middle of the bra. You pulled it down, freeing your breasts from the bra. “Surprise.”

Once again, Jinyoung laughed at you, but this time he had this fond look in his eyes that gave you a different type of goosebumps. He had a cute laugh, and an even cuter smile--you liked the little whiskers that formed next to his eyes.

You didn’t have much time to think about that before Jinyoung was leaning forward, trailing kisses across your chest, lips making a pathway to one breast. You moaned as soon as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, arching your back towards him.

Your hands slid into his hair, needing something to hold onto while he flicked his tongue back and forth. He pinched and squeezed the neglected nipple between his index finger and his thumb, earning a squeak out of you at his ministrations.

Out of all the guys you’d been with, you had never had one pay this much attention to you right off the bat. They’d all been immature college boys, ones that didn’t bother taking your bra off before fucking you. You’d only ever reached an orgasm during sex once or twice, and you’d only been half as turned on as you were now.

You moaned his name, grinding your hips down against his lap. You felt his hardened length pressing against your thigh, and all you wanted was to feel him inside of you. You were soaking through your underwear with arousal, core clenching around nothing in desperation.

He pulled away from your chest, kissing a line up to your collarbone and along your neck, nipping your jawline before he was kissing you again. You couldn’t get enough of him, wanting to feel and touch every inch of his body.

The fantasy idea you’d had in your mind was nothing compared to this. Jinyoung was an incredible kisser, his lips perfectly plump and surprisingly skilled. He was intense, licking into your mouth and nipping at your tongue, but you loved it. You wouldn’t have minded if he swallowed you whole, at this point.

For a few minutes, you just kissed, your hands roaming each other’s bodies. Jinyoung showed his appreciation for every curve of your body, no matter how different they were from the women you’d been imitating all afternoon. He seemed to like you just as you were.

You pulled away, briefly, to yank his shirt over his head and tossed it behind you. Your eyes widened as they traveled over his skin, mouth watering with desire. He was absolutely perfect.

“Stand up,” Jinyoung told you, hands gripping your hips. He slid his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, waiting until you stood up to slide them down your legs along with your underwear.

“Condom?” you asked, trying to ignore just how bare you felt under his gaze.

Jinyoung’s eyes snapped from your body up to your face, an expression full of regret. “Shit. I don’t have one. Do you-”

You’d already scurried off, hurrying over to the closet where you kept your jackets, purses, and extra shoes. After some shuffling around and shoving your hands into the pockets of all the jackets, you finally found the small foil square you’d been praying for.

“Yes!” you squealed with happiness, practically running back over to where Jinyoung was waiting for you. You held up the condom as you climbed back on top of him. “I was a girl scout, you know. Always be prepared.”

Jinyoung shook his head with a chuckle as he took the condom from you, ripping it open. You watched as he slid the condom over his length, licking your lips. It was happening, really happening.

“You wet enough for me?” he asked, licking his thumb before he slid it down between your legs, circling your clit. You gasped, hips bucking towards him for more.

“Please,” you whimpered, placing your hands on his shoulders for balance. “I need you.”

With an easy movement, Jinyoung took his hand from your clit and gripped your hips, lifting you up to hover over his length. You reached down, lining the tip up with your entrance. You let out one long sigh as you lowered yourself down, feeling him fill you up completely.

“Fuck,” Jinyoung ground out and tipped his head back against the chair. “Good girl.”

You kept your eyes on him as you began moving your hips, tiny gasps and moans filling the room each time you came down on him again. You quickened your pace bit by bit, reaching for one of Jinyoung’s hands and guiding it to your throat.

You were no longer trying to replicate any videos you’d seen or follow any advice from your idiotic best friend, you simply wanted Jinyoung and were completely acting upon your own desires.

Jinyoung opened his eyes, previously closed in bliss, and stared up at you. He licked his lips and clenched his teeth, adjusting his hand to wrap around your neck. He kept a gentle grip as you bounced on top of him, the volume of your moans reaching higher and higher.

“Oh, oh,” you cried out, breathless, as Jinyoung squeezed your throat. “Don’t stop.”

Your pace began to slow out of pure fatigue, but Jinyoung didn’t miss a beat. He planted his feet on the floor and thrusted into you, the tip of his cock hitting even deeper inside of you than he had before.

Now, you were practically screaming as Jinyoung fucked you, your entire body bouncing and jolting up and down from the sheer power behind his thrusts. All you could do was hold onto his forearm as he pounded into you.

It didn’t take much longer for the heat to build inside of you, the intense pleasure bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You felt hot all over, as if flames were licking at your whole body the closer you got to your peak.

“That’s it,” he told you, his other hand sliding to your ass to grip the flesh as he drove into you as if determined to completely unravel you. “Come for me. Let go.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body tensing. You were completely helpless to him, loving the way his skin slapped yours each time he thrusted inside of you. With one final cry, your body began to jerk as waves of hot pleasure washed over you in an unending hurricane.

Vaguely, you registered the sound of Jinyoung groaning through his teeth, his fingers tightening around your neck for a few short seconds before he emptied inside the condom. He thrusted inside of you a few more times, panting from underneath of you.

You finally opened your eyes after you’d come down from your orgasm, finding Jinyoung looking equally exhausted after his own climax. You sighed as he dropped his hand from your neck and you took a gulp of air.

“Holy honeysuckle,” you said, body falling forward to rest against him.

A few quiet moments later, Jinyoung was stroking his hands up and down your back, a surprisingly tender action for someone that had just fucked all your brain cells out. He was so warm, and it felt so natural to have his arms wrapped around you like this.

You lifted your head from his chest and stared down at him, searching for the words to say to break the silence.

“Well,” you started, lifting one side of your mouth into a smile. “Your hose is empty.”

Jinyoung grimaced and groaned, playfully nudging you away from him. “Aaaand now you’ve ruined it.”

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Another one that's been put down for a nap. I actually have the four planned chapters outlined, it just takes a particular head space to write. It's a 90's au, which means that there is period-typical homophobia involved. Our boys are musicians still in the town they grew up in. Note: they both smoke (I'm sorry), and there's a brief mention of underage sex (both are high school seniors).

@jilli-bean, this is more of the au my paragraph came from. I remembered you asked if I would tag you when I wrote more of it. Here it is so far!

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~~*~~ present day – June, 1997 ~~*~~

“So, like, I guess he’s gay or whatever. I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just, like, y’know?”

The voice belonged to a girl in a sundress talking to her two friends while walking by. Keith stayed where he was leaning against the side of the building and flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke in a sigh. Saying “there’s nothing wrong with that” was just the same as saying “no offense” and then being offensive. He’d lost patience for that phrase a long time ago. But even as done with it as he was, it was still better than getting kicked out of his last foster home three weeks before his eighteenth birthday after being outed by the family’s biological son.

The boys were the same age, and Keith’s foster brother Wyatt was upset at the time for Keith having better grades and, more importantly, attracting the attention of the girl Wyatt had a crush on. The ensuing fight over the girl led to Keith confessing his sexuality, and petty jealousy led to Wyatt telling his parents. His social worker was a godsend, and after a conversation with his best friend’s parents, Keith found himself moving in with them that night. The guest room became his permanently after that. He’d moved out into his own apartment with his best friend Lance McClain-Sandoval when he started college, but the McClain-Sandovals were one of the closest things to a real family he’d ever known. That first night felt like coming home for a second time, and the midnight conversation they had while lying on Lance’s bedroom floor would be forever burned into memory.

~~*~~ October, 1991 ~~*~~

They were supposed to be in bed already. The next day was a school day and both boys knew that Mariana would have their asses if she knew they were still up, but they didn’t care. Lance knew how bad Keith’s foster family was and had nearly crushed his mother in a hug when she got off the phone with Keith’s social worker. He had been the one to pick Keith up from his social worker’s office. And he’d been the one to drive to the Jacksons’ house with him to retrieve everything Keith had left behind. They found it all boxed up on the front step with a note reminding him that they just couldn’t have “someone like him” in their home and around their children. Keith, and Lance, took great pleasure in watching that note go up in flames in the fire pit in Lance’s backyard.

Keith had been fostered in the same large town of Arus for the last three years, and he and Lance had been friends since the first day Keith transferred to Arus High School only two months after the beginning of their freshman year. They had come out to each other in the summer after sophomore year, both relieved that they wouldn’t lose their best friend. They were even more relieved when Lance’s parents Mariana and Diego told the boys that they would love them both no matter what, and that it was no one’s business who they loved. Now it was only one month into their senior year and life was changing again.

“Tomorrow’s gonna suck,” Keith sighed.

“Yeah, it probably will. Wyatt’s an asshole and he’ll tell everyone. Probably starting with what’s-her-tits and blowing any chance he has with her,” Lance agreed.

Keith couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “Michelle? Yeah, little fucker never had a chance with her to begin with. She’s been banging Chris Proctor all summer. Won’t shut the fuck up about it, even when she’s hitting on me.”

That made Lance roll to face his best friend. “Wait, seriously? I thought she hated him. Something about basketball players not being as good as football players.”

Keith rolled onto his side. “Yeah, that’s what I’d heard, but I guess she doesn’t hate his dick.”

Lance snorted, but when he saw how the strings of fairy lights lit Keith’s face and the sparkle of laughter in his deep violet eyes, his breath caught. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was a bad idea. It had been only hours since Keith was kicked out of the Jackson house, and this wasn’t some summer sleepover spent fantasizing about the future. The crush he’d been nursing for his best friend burst into full bloom, and he couldn’t stop himself.

Noticing the change, Keith’s brows furrowed. “Lance? What? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, shaking his head, “You’re beautiful, y’know that? I’ve been wanting to tell you that for so long.”

Keith’s expression softened. Lance confessing to feeling something more than just being best friends made a warmth settle into his bones. He’d thought his own crush would go unrequited forever and had begun to adjust into the idea that they would remain best friends and nothing more. Lance had just given him hope, and he wasn’t going to let the moment pass.

“Yeah? So are you. I thought I wouldn’t ever get to say it. But if we’re confessing…”

Impulse overrode higher thought, and Lance found himself inches away Keith’s face before he realized what happened. “Can I?” he asked in a soft whisper.

“Whenever you want,” Keith answered just as quietly.

Their first kiss was soft, gentle. It carried the relief of finally knowing how the other felt, and the promise of exploring those feelings. It was hesitant, nervous. It felt as though they were both worried that it was nothing more than a dream and that they’d wake up sore from falling asleep on Lance’s bedroom floor. But the very physical sensation of touch – Lance’s fingers threaded through soft black hair, the light touch of his thumb across high cheekbones, Keith’s hand sliding up soft t-shirt fabric, gripping the lean, compact muscle – it reminded them that they were very much awake, and that their kiss was very much real. When they separated, Lance pulled them back down, Keith nuzzling into his neck.

“I never thought kissing my best friend was something I’d ever do,” Lance said, basking in the afterglow of their kiss and the feeling of Keith in his arms.

“Mm, maybe not, but what about a boyfriend?” Keith asked, delicate fingertips tracing patterns into the t-shirt he had been holding so desperately only moments before.

“Yeah, I could get used to that.”

~~*~~ present day – June, 1997 ~~*~~

Keith was so lost in the memory of his first kiss with Lance he didn’t notice he was no longer alone until there was an arm on his shoulder and the cigarette was gone from his hand. He startled, then realized it was Lance. Keith was well aware how much Lance loved his leather jacket rocker look. It went well with the core of his music taste – a little punk, a little grunge, a splash of metal, a healthy dose of rock. He didn’t look it, but Lance’s tastes ran pretty much the same; it was one of the things they became friends over. But as much as Lance loved Keith’s daily wardrobe, Keith loved Lance’s more casual outfits, almost always topped off with the denim jacket whose back panel he had painted with a dragon and phoenix before gifting it to his boyfriend for his 18th birthday.

“Fucking hell, don’t do that!” he hissed. “Also, excuse you, that was mine.”

Lance just laughed through the smoke. “What, you worried about germs? We do a lot more than just swap spit, babe.”

Keith heaved a sigh, shaking his head at his boyfriend. “Yeah. I know that, and you know that, but I don’t think all of Arus needs to know that.”

“I’m pretty sure they’ve figured it out by now. I’m not exactly subtle, and almost the whole town knows about you after senior year of high school.”

“Fuck I still hate that asswipe. Ok, I’m done talking about him. You, me, Mario Kart, and the six-pack in the fridge.”

Lance crushed the cigarette butt under his sneaker. “Ooh, Mario Kart and pizza night. I still need to beat your ass at Rainbow Road.”

“Not gonna happen,” Keith threw over his shoulder as he walked away. He took off running when Lance gave chase, barely beating him to the truck.

As much as Keith’s true passions lay in art and music, he was also a skilled mechanic thanks to his foster father Carlos. He’d been with the Villalobos family for two years before a family emergency meant that they had to leave California for their parents’ native Mexico. If there was any other family that had felt like home, it was theirs. Carlos and Pilar treated him like one of their own children, and Keith got along with Daniela and Alejandro (Alex to his friends) like real siblings. They were back in California now, and he’d been able to reconnect with them and fill them in on what had happened with the Jacksons and how it had ended well despite them. After hearing about what had happened after they left, Carlos and Pilar had immediately called Lance’s parents, and now the two couples were good friends, the Villalobos slipping seamlessly back into Keith's life.

Keith had worked his way through college, and kept him working currently, thanks to the skills Carlos taught him. It was also those skills that got him his second most prized possession, the first being his his guitars. Keith had been working when the truck’s first and only owner brought it in on the back of a tow truck. He had bought it new, but the transmission on the ’94 Toyota Pickup blew out, and it wasn’t worth fixing. Keith said that it was a total waste of an otherwise solid pickup, and the owner told him that he could keep it if he promised to fully repair it. Six months of working on it in his spare time, and Keith had a rebuilt transmission and a fully working Garnet Red Pearl, extended cab Toyota Pickup.

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