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So I work in a customer service position in a smallish town with lots of repeat people due to the nature of the business. And there is a little coffee shop up the street I go to for breakfast because their bagels rock and their coffee beats Dunkin by miles.
The coffee shop girl and I are super friendly, so she tries to always serve me instead of her coworker doing it. When she does my breakfast is zero dollars, which rocks. I always bring my wallet, I never expect it, but.
But today one of my regular customers came in behind me, put his hand on my shoulder, and told her he’s got me today. She laughed and told him no, she’s got me today.
And they started arguing. About who got to pay. For my breakfast. They argued (friendly-like) about who’s getting me. It was not an awakening but sure did confirm that I really like people arguing over who gets to take care of me.
I am too bisexual and too slutty in my heart for my Monday to start out like this. *flailing*
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no shoes, no shirt, no problems 🍹
#simblr#ts4 gameplay#g:archive#oc:marco#oc:niamh#it's a were-liday#hehe#wereliday#heh#i moved them to coperdale#and want to build like a werewolf coffee shop on their previous lot#but i suck at building#so instead they went on a holiday in tartosa#i need that flamingo towel in RL
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Eldest is watching Melissa Joan Hart!Sabrina The Teenage Witch, and so far... I think she's enjoying it! She enjoyed Cardcaptor Sakura, so it's been cool to suggest another show for her. :)
#life#rl#mama post#hubs got me the dvds when i was pregnant with youngest and we've watched until sabrina goes to uni#but we lost interest with coffee shop boss#sabrina the teenage witch#melissa joan hart
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you do not have to like fanfiction. if you think fanfiction is cringy & annoying you can just Say That. but any attempt to argue that fanfiction is inherently inferior to other types of writing falls apart under scrutiny.
'most fanfiction is badly written' sturgeon's law is an adage that states '90% of everything is crap'. this was first coined in defence of science fiction, a genre often maligned as inherently inferior to 'real literature' (sound familiar??)
'oh but most fanfiction is worse than published fiction' yes; this is because pro published books go through a heavy selection and editorial process before the public see them. when it comes to quality of writing you are not comparing like to like. the appropriate 1:1 comparison would be fanfiction & amateur original fiction.
i have hung out in multiple online writing spaces & in 'anyone welcome' RL writing groups and can say with reasonable confidence that most original fiction getting produced is just plain mediocre. there's so so much bad original fiction being produced every day. u just never see it.
'you have to wade through so much garbage to find anything worth reading' you ever hear like. a fiction magazine editor describe what their slush pile experience is like??
'ok but fanfiction is bad because it lacks originality, it's better to come up with your own story & ideas' nobody actually thinks this!! people trot this out about fanfiction but like pro published literature is full of retellings of public domain stories and no-one ever argues that they're inherently worse or less creative than works with original plots.
the dividing line between fanfiction & 'original' fiction generally isn't actually originality, it's whether or not it's transformative of a text that's currently under copyright. & i would hope it's self-evident that the copyright status of the text a work is transforming shouldn't have any bearing on its literary merit. why on earth would it??
'but most fanfiction is trope-y and formulaic' yes this is true and yes i do think there's an argument to be made that a work of fiction that's interchangeable with thousands of other works of fiction is lacking in 'literary merit'.
however this is also true of a lot of pro published literature. whole swathes of genres like eg crime & romance exist to give readers the same experience over and over again. are these books bad? maybe! does their existence mean the entire genre they belong to should be written off? obviously no.
'but fanfiction is all about shipping' yeah a lot of fanfiction belongs to the romance & erotica genres. you do not have to like this. but disparagement of romance as a genre has its roots in the fact that it's mainly written & enjoyed by women. its just sexism lads. :(
'fanfiction encourages bad habits in writers' there's some merit to this argument IMO (that's a different rant) but see above re:90% of everything is crap; the presence of bad writing in a genre doesn't mean that the whole genre should be written off.
'what so you think fanfiction is as good as *insert classic novel here*' nobody is saying this; if you see someone arguing that fanfiction is real writing and jump to 'this person thinks MCU coffee shop AUs are culturally significant works of literature', to be blunt, that is a you problem.
'fanfiction just isn't real literature' ok so fiction divides into 'real literature' and 'not real literature'. got it.
[ID: screencap of a tumblr post by user theislandofmisfittoys:
Okay… nice dichotomy, IDIOT ‼ what lies outside it???]
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Hi I don’t normally send these but your blog has become such a safe place for me and I just wanted to say thank you. If I’m having a really shit day I read your works and feel better so thank you for taking the time to create such beautiful things.
I also had a request I guess but would you ever be open to writing a chronic pain reader and like one of the Boygenius members (Idm who) just like taking care of them and trying to help with the pain??
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hi tulip anon!! thank you so much for this!! i just woke up and read it and honestly it made me cry a little!! i’m so glad you have a safe space to go to and i feel honoured and very happy you enjoy my work and find safety!!!! thank you so much for the kind words :(( ily very much!! i hope you have a wonderful day baby!!
i’ve wrote something kinda similar to this actually! julien x reader who has rls !! i’ll link it here! of course i can write something up!! hehe!!
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BLURB - lucy x reader - taking care of you (short!)
- lucy is very patient and accommodating with reader. understanding where they are coming from and wanting to be there for reader
- “i know my love. why don’t you stay in bed for a little bit longer? i just woke up earlier to do my makeup”
- when going out to visit new coffee shops, lucy always makes sure you have your wheelchair or crutches before going out “i don’t mind strolling baby. we can take our time as much as we want. we have all day” if you want to stop for a bit, lucy will make sure to find a good place to sit for a few minutes, even if it’s just a buss stop or in a cafe
- both of your favourite things to do are have lazy sundays. relaxing on the couch or in bed and watch movies
- winter season can be a little bit more channelling. the cold hurting your bones. lucy makes sure to top up on blankets in bed. sleeping together with 4 blankets and long sleeves. i feel like lucy would be someone who runs warm so whenever it’s cold out, she’ll just wrap you up in his arms gently and run her fingers through your hair, humming some tunes while you drift off to sleep
- migraines would be the worst. lucy invested in black out curtains to atleast help a little bit which worked! it’s better than trying to sleep with glasses on
- if reader takes any medication, lucy is someone who would hold onto it when going out. like the designated backpack person
- one time both of you wanted to go to a concert but had to cancel because you had a migraine. you were really upset about it but lucy made sure to not worry. “we can go another time sweetheart. there’s no need to worry” she’s painting your nails while watching some fan cams of the said concert on youtube.
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Woman in Red Ch 13/?
Chapter 13: ‘Yes Sir’
Series Summary: She's a very successful woman who can't seem to find a partner that can keep up with her. He is just wanting to find someone who likes him for HIM, not his fame. Neither of them are prepared for what hits them when she walks into that coffee shop.
Chapter Warnings: 18+ only, Dom/Sub play, collaring, restraint, paddling, cunnilingus, temporary marking, just a little bit of ass licking.
A/N: In this story, I make no mention of birth control or condoms or STI's. Please, darlings, please love yourself enough to protect yourself appropriately when you have sex. <3
Darlings, as promised here is Chapter 13. It ended up being SO big (like Austin) that I had to make it two chapters. I hope you enjoy! As ALWAYS, I love your feedback. Hearing from readers, either openly or DM is a great, great joy. So, if I've brought you anything like giddy reprieve from RL with my writing, feel OH so free to hit me up. Hugs!
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Chapter 13: "Yes Sir"
Inside the box, organized neatly, he sees four fur-lined dark red leather cuffs that buckle and are connected with D rings and small-linked chains, a couple hanks of dark red rope, and a dark red leather collar with a matching leash. He is both shocked and not at all. He carries the box to the dining table, laying the items out one by one. The chains clink as they pool on the black table top. Looking in again, he finds a familiar looking black cloth. Unfurling the black wrapping along the smooth surface, a small assortment of toys in varying sizes roll out; vibrators, dildos, and cockrings. On the bottom he finds a round, red leather paddle, lube, a butt plug with a ring on the end and body butter. He is astonishingly aroused as he lines up everything.
“Aya,” he turns to her, his face serious.”You’re sure that all this is ok? Everything here?”
He is willing to play tie-me-up, tie-me-down games. Has one or five books on the subject in his personal library.
She looks at everything laid out and puts the butt plug back in the box, she isn’t quite in the mood for that tonight.
“There. I do have one caveat though, I don’t like to be demeaned and put down. You can call me a whore, or a slut or something, but only if you are praising me for it.”
“Alright then,” he agrees and reaches for the collar. “May I?”
She just nods and pulls her hair up, offering her neck to him. It was the last time that night that he asked her permission.
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He steps back to look at her. Each limb adorned with a red cuff and a matching stripe around her neck. He had decided to forgo the chains as he was far more of a rope guy.
He liked the artistry of rope; the meditation of tying the knots, the beauty of skin pressed with criss-crossing lines, the contrasting colors of hemp. Her bra and panties make him think of a full harness. Someday, he would do a full karada on her with a sukaranbo. The idea of rope running between her legs makes his cock twitch. It’s been a while and he definitely needs a refresher before he pulls those skills on out her.
As he buckles the collar around her neck, a little shivery sigh rolls down her spine. She hadn’t thought they would get to this so soon, if at all. She had a bare handful of other lovers who liked to play this way. She figured he’d be like them, wanting her to dom. She enjoyed it, make no mistake. But she hadn’t realized just how much she was yearning to be collared, just for a night. Not until his gentle fingers pulled her hands forward and fastened the cuffs had she felt that internal slackening of not being in charge. It showed her just how much she really trusted Austin.
“Mmm, you look good enough to eat, Pet. Let’s just-” he picks up the red leather leash and snaps it onto the matching collar with a click, “there now.”
He takes a big breath to control himself. She looks gorgeous in front of him. Only the shadows of the hickies he gave her remain on her tits. He’ll have to mark her again. Just the idea that she was his if only for tonight; it made him burn. He backs up step by step, the leash an ever widening parabola between them. Desire simmers in his eyes.
She makes no move to follow until she feels the tug on the taut leash at her neck. Austin leads her across the room to the bar height chairs of the kitchen island. He uses his foot to push two of them apart.
“One knee here and one here,” he points to the two chairs in turn. She clambors up, her legs apart. He saunters around to the kitchen side of the island.
“C’mere,” he crooks his finger at her. She leans over, hands on the cold marble. He captures her mouth in a gentle kiss. His tongue brushes hers, his teeth nibble at her lower lip. It lasts longer than she expected, this sweet kiss. Her mouth just starts to get insistent, wanting more when she feels the pull. Steadily forward and down, he pulls on the leash, breaking her lips from his. She bends, like a vassal to her lord, bowing close to the counter.
“Ah-ah, all the way,” he gives the leash a little yank at the end and she is stretched forward. The cold marble against her nipples and belly makes her gasp as the leash forces her to lay fully down.
“There you go,” he says, kissing the top of her head as he squats down, securing the leash tightly to the nearest drawer pull with a makeshift highwayman’s hitch.
“Since this is the kitchen, I think I’ll feast on you,” he kisses her cheek. His fingers drag from her neck, over the back and to her ass as he walks around the end of the island. She hears the dragging of a dining chair closer. His hands run up her hamstrings, thumbs digging in at the gluteal fold and peeling her cheeks apart.
“Stick that pretty ass out,” he pulls back lightly at her hip crease, “let me see that pussy.”
She arches as best she can, but is limited due to her secured leash.
“Oh hoh, what is this?” his fingers run lightly over the crotch of her panties, or the lack thereof. The slit in them frames her lips perfectly.
“Spread those legs so I can see,” his voice is deep and soft and insistent.
He sits down on the lower chair and hooks his feet around a leg each of her chairs, steadying them for her. She spreads her legs wide, feeling her wet lips pull gently apart.
His thumbs pull gently at her little pink petals, his fingers dalying at her opening.
“Oh you are such a good Pet, to have yourself on display for me like this,” he kisses one cheek then the other.
Then his lips are nibbling down to the juncture of her thighs and ass. He pulls her flesh into his mouth, biting gently but sucking hard. Again and again, on both sides, he growls the bruises onto her skin.
His fingers are squeezing the globes of her ass, a cat kneading with his claws.
The sucking, the soft throated growls, the pulling apart of her cheeks, the illusion of no control over it happening; all this only serves to slide Aya further down the slippery slope of submission. She can’t stop the slight pumping of her hips as he administers his marks.
Austin pulls back, watching the red/purple of crushed capillaries rise to the surface.
“Keep still, Pet,” he grabs her hips.
He pulls her cheeks apart and plants kisses on the sensitive skin between her asshole and her vagina, then down each of her labia. Finally he extends his tongue to taste her. Oh lord, she tasted so good. The way she moans has his cock nodding agreement in his loose linen pants. He had foregone underwear when he dressed after his shower.
On his second pass, he pushes his face farther into her, the flat of his tongue rubbing back and forth over her pussy lips. His senses are filled with her. He growls as he buries himself aggressively in her the third time. His nose wet, his tongue reaches to skim her clit.
Aya is vibrating with desire as he plays with pussy. His obvious sounds of appreciation make it that much better. She moans as her ass shakes on his face.
Her sounds spur him on. His hands pull the flesh of her ass apart, moaning with her, as he gives himself over to his oral infatuation.
He rubs at her hard pea sized nub with the tip of his tongue. His lips mouthe at each separate outer labia, pulling them in and pulsing them with light suction. His tongue licks up, along her lips and over the puckered flesh of her asshole. Her soft moans turn into a whine as his fingertips find her clit and his tongue plays at her ass.
“Oh fuck that’s good,” she moans, feeling herself click tighter.
“Oh fuck that’s good, what?” he pulls away from her entirely, licking his lips and wiping his face.
“Oh fuck that’s good, Sir,” her emphasis on the Sir. The sudden lack of touch leaves her hanging.
“Do you want to cum, Pet?” he asks, lightly stroking her. He is still not sure if he is going to deny her all night, or make her cum over and over instead.
“Uh huh,” she moans, hips rocking back and forth, desperate for more.
“Oh no no, that just won’t do,” he says, reaching for the paddle. He rubs it against her backside in a circle. He administers her a series of light taps around one cheek that cascade gradually into harder ones. He ends with a moderately hard glancing blow. She sucks air in through her teeth.
“That’s what you are going to get anytime you forget my honorific, understand?”
“Uh huh,” she looks back over her shoulder with a wicked smile.
“Oh you are so naughty,” his upper lip curls into a wry grin. He repeats his tapping, soft to hard, over her other cheek. When he ends with a hard smack, it garners a moan from her lips and jerk from her hips. He loves that she is so clearly enjoying this heightening of her senses.
“Now, say it right,” a hard edge creeps into his voice. He leans over her, fingers rubbing up and down on her inner thighs.
“Yes Sir,” she breathes out. She had no idea he would be so good. His initial paddling of her was making her tingle for more.
“Do you want to cum?” he pointedly asks again.
“Yes Sir,” her voice betrays the level of her desire.
“Good girl,” he strokes her hair. It’s now that Austin decides on a course of action for the night. “You are to tell me when you are getting close to cumming. If you cum before I know it, I’ll be cross with you. Tell me you understand.”
“I understand…” her voice is nearly rebellious as she balks at being called ‘girl’. If she is going to be ‘girl’ to him, he has to make her behave.
“Oh Pet, I think you just want me to paddle you red,” he proclaims.
Her only answer is to squirm her ass around with a little moan.
“Say it,” he cajoles softly, rubbing the back of the paddle against her skin.
“Please,” she waggles her ass against the paddle, pouting like a brat.
“No,” he takes a step away, but somehow leans low to her ear at the same time. “If you want it, little Pet, you have to say it.”
His voice is like hot butter dripping off his tongue and over her neck with an edge of command. It melts her rising defiance.
“Please, please paddle me, Sir,” she is only mildly surprised at her begging tone.
“Hmmm, do you think you need it to be good for me?” his tone is calm, a patient teacher asking leading questions of a student. “Or are you just being a little glutton for the punishment?” His words dip into threat as he runs the paddle down her back and over the round curve of her rump.
“Please, yes Sir, I need it, show me how to be good,” no filter, no thoughts, just need coming out of her mouth.
“Mmmm, that’s better,” he rumbles so low. He balances the paddle on her ass and steps close between her legs, the fabric of his shirt rough on the soft skin of her inner thighs. His hands run up her spine, over her shoulders and down her arms in a mock massage. His fingers close over her wrists, squeezing tight and he pulls them behind her back, clicking the cuffs together with a snap.
He picks up the paddle.
Aya is holding on to her mental precipice with one hand. The feel of his hands on her body, smooth and soft is a juxtaposition to the paddle she knows is coming. The oscillation between hard and soft in both his voice and action makes her slip to just her fingertips on the proverbial ledge.
Gone is the pretense of warming her up with taps. Austin peppers her ass with smacks in a steady beat, moving around her skin so that one spot doesn't get too much all at once.
Little whimpering moans lilt from her chest with each strike. Her hands restrained behind her back and her leash holding her fast to the front gives her a delicious sense of relinquishment. She surrenders to the sting, to the rising heat on her ass, to his will. She will serve as his plaything, his fucktoy, his pet, his fucking girl… ‘just for tonight’ she tells herself as her mental fingers slip the ledge.
When he had decided to be a little relentless in his spanking of her, he hadn't expected the emerging red between the black diamonds on her ass to turn him on so much. He tortures his bottom lip with his teeth as he watches impact after impact jiggle her flesh. The only sounds are the smack of the leather and her mewling. He pauses now and then to rub her ass in circles, feeling the heat of her skin. He finds that his hips are thrusting gently into the ether of their own volition.
‘Soon,’ he thinks to himself, ‘soon I’ll bury my cock between those two red globes and fuck her senseless.’
He moves to her side, threading his free arm under her belly, reaching to her pussy. He leans down, sowing a series of soft, soothing kisses along her back and down her ass. His fingers start working shapes around her clit, little polygons of pleasure. He waits until she is moaning open vowel sounds, then brings the paddle down a handful times before immediately starting up with his fingers again.
“You better fucking tell me, Pet,” her reminds her, his voice rumbles low, borderline threatening.
Over and over he marries the pain of the paddle with the pleasure of his fingers.
Aya is in overdrive. Every stinging strike of the paddle is forcing her to cry out. Every genius stroke of his long delicate fingers winds her tighter, moans free flowing from her throat. Her mind is whirling and she is just a ball of nerve endings, a ball with which he is proving his expertise. It is mind bending. Finally she whinges out,“I’ma cum”.
Austin whips around behind her and buries his face voraciously in her cunt. He can feel the red heat radiating off her skin as he dives deeper and deeper into her, lashing her with his tongue. He ends up nearly bowing down under her before he pulls her clit into his mouth, sucking hard. Even though he is supposed to be in charge here, he feels like an oral supplicant at devotion. He is worshiping at the oldest altar.
The change in stimulation reroutes Aya’s orgasm. It’s only a moment's reprieve though, as the cacophony of sensations start aggregating together as her nervous system catches up. His sudden suction on her causes her to flood over his face.
The hot buzzing of her ass and the suction on her clit is just too much. She is pitched hard into her orgasm. Screaming, she strains the leash tight, her hips grinding into his face. Her frantically seizing pussy feels empty. God with his perfect fucking cock in her, she’d go wild.
Her juices trickle over Austin’s nose and down his cheeks. His long tongue lapping, lapping, drinking her in. His primal need to be inside her, to claim her, rises. He stands with it and kicks his chair back. Pulling his cock out and over the waistband of his pants, he holds himself, aiming for that portal to the promised land. His dick reaches, trying to get to her, like Icarus for the sun. Indeed he can feel that she is all heat and soft, swollen wetness, enticing him to come further. It’s all he wants right now, to submerge himself in her and fuckall if he can’t quite reach her on those high stools. What the hell were his long damn legs and cock good for anyway? Desperate to get his dick wet with her, he rises onto his tiptoes. Tantalizingly, he gets as far as rubbing the tip of his cock against her wet lips. If only she would bend her knees, he could at least dip his head in. He tries pulling her hips lower, but the fucking leash!
Aya registers him standing but doesn't hear the chair scratch on the stone floor. His cock merely tickles her lips and he curses behind her. She strains against her collar towards him, wanting nothing more in this moment than to have him inside her.
Austin’s chest rumbles with a snarl as he pushes her forward forcibly, slackening the leash in order to release the catch from the collar. Freed, she sinks back deep, spreading wide, open and desperate for his penetration.
It’s pure hedonistic bliss when splits her to the hilt. She barely registers the ‘oh my god’ that rumbles in his chest. Her lungs empty with an ‘ahhhh’ and she vibrates, his big cock stretching her. She almost tips over backwards into him in her eagerness to be fucked. His tip brushes against her g-spot.
He undoes her wrists quickly and she is immediately moving up and down on his hard cock using the counter for leverage and balance. Her moans sound otherworldly as she rides him. All he has to do is stand there, guiding her hips with his hands and flexing his glutes, jutting his cock towards her. Her ass bouncing so fervently on his cock is possibly one of the most salacious things he’s ever witnessed.
“Mmm hmmm,” he moans out. “That’s it Pet, ride that big cock,” his breath sucks in through his teeth. She feels so divine he can’t stop the words. “Fuck that pretty red ass up and down ‘till you cum on me. Oh god you are too fucking hot,” he says, his brows furrowed.
Her pitch rises, “I’m gonna… ohhh ohhhh! I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” Her fist pounds the hard marble. Her body tries to jerk away from him as she climaxes. His arms clamp like steel around her, forcing her back to him.
“Oh no you don’t, get back here” he growls, fucking up into her. The sound of the slap of her ass against his hips a harmony of sorts with her continued vocalizations.
“You’re- fucking- mine,” he barks as he thrusts into her with every word. On the last, he pushes so deep and hard, it makes her scream out the last of her orgasm as it hits her just right inside.
Later she’ll swear she could feel it in her pancreas.
He shakes with the effort of both restraining her thrashing, and not cumming himself.
“That’s my girl,” he breathes, “such a good cockwhore.” He presses her up to her knees and off his cock when she finally starts to droop.
She lays there shaking and whimpering for a long minute. Her mind gone in the pleasure. Then Austin’s hands are gently on her, pulling her down onto his lap on the dining chair. He hushes at her, holding her to him. She lets him, his possessive declarations dangle in the back of her mind, just beyond her reach.
“Thank you Aus, that was… you were… wow.” she nuzzles into his shoulder, patting his chest with her hand.
“Oh sweet little Pet,” his voice still edged with dominance and amusement, “I’m not done with you yet, not by a long shot.”
He takes her hand and presses it to his still hard cock, the tip peeking out from his waistband. She has no idea how he didn’t cum.
A shaky ‘oh’ courses through her mouth.
“Don’t worry Pet, I’ll give that pussy a little break,” he glides his thumb over her bottom lip and chin. He tilts her head up, “Now what do you say?”
What she had been expecting to see, she couldn’t articulate. What she found in those gorgeous damn eyes was a man unsated and unwilling to let her go until he was.
That look scares her just a little. Aya finds herself, without warning, poised on the edge of using her safeword. Oh, not for the physical aspect. No, she could slake his need, without a doubt. It's the swirling well of emotions that bubble up, threatening to break her carefully laid seal. As she looks into his exquisite face, she practically melts. His mannerisms; his surety of movement; his mastery of the paddle and her pussy; the way his voice plays at the edges of her sanity; it all adds up and she isn’t sure her heart can afford the sum. She waits for a heartbeat not breathing.
Austin, watching her like a hawk, sees her vacillation. He isn’t sure why she is hesitating, or what caused the widening look in her eyes. His control has been on point so far, so he mentally braces himself for her safeword to come tumbling out of that beautiful mouth. Apparently though, the memo got lost on the way to his cock. His hips thrust gently forward pushing his cock into her hand.
“Say it,” his hot breath is a whisper on her ear as he leans forward, “You have to tell me.”
Her whole body lights up and pure hot desire courses through her. Her inner conflict soars. She is usually a pro at making these difficult choices in both her professional and personal lives. But it’s never been this tempting to lay herself so bare, be so very open.
Waiting for a response, Austin reaches out with the leash he’d pocketed while she was shaking on the counter. Thumb on the catch, he pushes it to the D-ring of the collar with a click.
The sharp sound jerks her out of her trepidation.
Oh. The leash. It suddenly strikes her that like what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, whatever she is feeling when the leash is on can stay with the leash. She can’t be responsible for the maelstrom, it can’t possibly be her fault if she isn’t in charge. The feeling of release floods her.
“Yes. Sir,” her answer comes out in a rushed breath, “I want-”
Her thumb glides over his tip. She turns her head into his hand, her eyes catching his. Her tongue sneaks out to lightly lick the pad of his thumb.
What she wants, she doesn't say, but the look she gives him as she lets her sentence dissipate tells him all he needs to know. He lets out a breath didn’t know he was holding and thoughts of her safeword disintegrate in his mind. It isn’t until he feels the combination of the thumb gliding over his glans and her tongue on his digit that dark, devilish Austin roars forth. It threatens to rip his control to shreds. Oh holy hell, they may both be in trouble now.
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🍦✨❌ for the ask game!!!
🍦What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?
Haha, idk if it's the sweetest but it's definitely my cheesiest. Just Because, a one-shot I wrote for a fandom friend after she saw a tweet I'd made about burning my cookies. Tho I would say there's some sweetness in all my fics. :D
✨Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉
I will give myself two, bc they are the two I am most adamant about inducing into my writing. One, I'm funny af. I'm not kidding. I inject so much humor. Maybe it's why Tony is so easy for me to write. Bc I am sarcastic af in real life. It used to irk my mom -- but then I'd point out she's the one I learned it from and she'd shrug like "Meh, you're right." LOL. And, two, I try to write my fics as realistic as possible. This of course only pertains to relationships and RL situations. Not Loki, God of Mischief, or Tony Stark, the billionaire playboy who flies around in an iron tin can. lol
❌What’s a trope you will never write?
Hmm, probably Daddy Kink, Alpha/Omega, Mpreg, and Coffe Shop AU. I don't have anything against any of these tropes -- except Daddy Kink which gives me the heebie-jeebies but that's just because I hate my dad lmao -- nor do I think people should NOT write them. I've read some great Coffe Shop AUs and even ventured into Mpreg. They're just not things I'm familiar enough to write. But of the four, I;d probably only venture into Coffee Shop AU territory.
Thanks for asking!
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BnHA Omegaverse Event Announcement!
Starting Today: May 17th is an open invitation to the My Hero Academia Omegaverse Event!! It will start and go through the entire month of August!
In previous years the event has always taken place during the month of July in lieu of Deku's birthday. However, this year I had some unexpected RL issues (two unplanned surgeries) that caused the planning to fall by the wayside.
Also, instead of posting a poll to get everyone's opinion on what AU's they'd like to see, I'm going to open up the entire Master List to draw from. I've noticed a pattern with every survey the same 6-7 AUs were chosen every time. So I've decided instead of the same thing again, why not just offer the whole list of AUs and Extra prompts instead?
This will give everyone a larger selection of ideas to hopefully draw/write from. It'll also give more time to create such work.
Master List of AUs and Prompts
FAQ:
What is an AU? : AU stands for Alternate Universe. For example, the Coffee shop AU, or Florist, or Royal.
What is a Keyword prompt? : Extra ideas based on keywords used in the omegaverse world-building. For example, scenting. When an alpha scents their omega by rubbing their scent glands together.
Do we have to use both? : No. You can choose just one AU and run with it. You can use just one Keyword prompt and stay in Canon. How you get inspired is totally up to you!
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I do have this scenario in my head of napping in a quiet coffee shop owned by a friend. Very peaceful. I don't know why I keep thinking about it now and then tbh, I have never been in a coffee shop that was quiet and I have no rl friends, especially none that are small business owners.
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Little Pencil Art landscape I started during a coffee-shop session. Couldn't do these kinda sessions for ages due to busy rl and trans stuff. Really missed it <33
I later on recorded the rest of the making of past the sketch and put it in this li'l timelapse here.
I still needed a proper pencil art example for my commission reference sheet. Very satisfied with how it turned out <33
This lovely piece of architecture is the last remaining castle here in Germany that is fully intact. The Markburg
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Thank you for the asks!
13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?
I'll be honest: I'm not entirely clear on what's considered a trope anymore. I checked a couple lists and got some wildly different answers, so... I'll just say I'm wary of coffee shop AUs. They can obviously be good, etc., but I've also seen arguments (more RL ones than fic related) that flirting with someone in their place of employment puts them at a disadvantage because they may not feel like they can flat-out say no. So that sort of sours the coffee shop AU for me. (Obviously, a writer can find a way to make it clear that everything's cool, but many... don't.)
26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?
I've done both. I think I'd be better at zero dialogue. (There was an incredible dialogue-only one in my first major fandom, and it's set a bar I don't think I could ever reach.)
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3. 14. J. U. 🙃
Sorry this is a bit late, rl slammed me kinda hard last weekend...
I'll admit I'm guessing which numbered ones you're referencing because there were two numbered lists on the same day, oops, but as one of them needed a specific fic referenced I'm hoping I've got the right list!
3) Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?
Hmm... there are a few tropes around that I'm less fond of - ABO springs to mind immediately, as well as coffee shop AUs - but honestly I am a big fan of deconstructing and twisting tropes so if given the incentive and requisite curiosity of "I wonder how this would go if..." I don't think there's any trope that I would say I'd never write (I once said I'd never write a genderbend, then one happened, so...) I'm less likely to write most romance-based tropes, though, mostly because romance isn't something I generally enjoy writing quite so much.
14) What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?
Oof, that's a hard one. There's quite a few I ignore for one reason or another, mostly because I've reached the point where I write how I write and throwing something different into the equation is just gonna mess me up, but I wouldn't necessarily say they're bad because what works (or not) for me doesn't mean it doesn't (or does) work for someone else. We're all unique people, our minds work in unique ways, and different tips and tricks therefore work on all of us.
One that has screwed me over a few times though is "write at least x words a day". "x" varies, but for me I find that if I can't write that day, trying to force it just makes me hate everything, and then I feel guilty for not writing anything at all and it can take me a while to kick myself out of that and remind myself it's supposed to be a hobby. It's not a requirement, or a chore. This isn't school, or a job. This is something I do in my free time and I shouldn't force it.
J: What’s your favourite fanfic trope? Have you written it?
Back in the trope questions again, I see. I should admit that I'm actually bad at these because I can never actually identify "tropes" on demand, if that makes sense. I know a few core ones, but for the most part it's more "what sort of thing do I like?" and yes, I definitely write what I like! Caretaker needing to be taken care of is top of the list, probably, and anyone who reads my stuff will be very familiar with that creeping in!
That being said, if I had to pick a trope I haven't yet written but would like to experiment with one day... Soulmark AUs. They fascinate me, although (like Hanahaki Disease, another one I love to read) there's a prevalence of it being romantic soulmates in almost all the fics I've read, and I have a definite preference for platonic soulmates. But then again, I managed to write a familial Hanahaki, so maybe one day I'll manage to write a soulmark AU that fits both the trope and my own desire for more platonic/familial love fics taking centre stage.
U: Is there a pairing you would like to write, but haven’t tried yet.
Eh, if I'm honest I'm less fussed about writing ships and more platonic pairings, or ones that could fall either way (see: CaeJose from JJBA, which is a fandom I have yet to write for at all). And when we look at platonic relationships, oh there's so many I'd love to dabble in at some point.
That being said, I have just remembered one bizarre One Piece kinda crackship I came up with a few years ago and thought that I might write it but so far haven't... (it was gonna be a Wano arc AU and I thought it up before Wano happened... we're now the other side and needless to say "AU" doesn't even start to cover it ahaha)
Oh, and how could I forget Kaito/Aoko from Detective Conan/Magic Kaito. Admittedly I have something half-baked sat in my drafts so technically I have written something for them, but I've not finished anything worth posting for them. Then again, I've also yet to write any Shinichi/Ran or Heiji/Kazuha, either.
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Shadowhunter Pride Bingo 2022
The lovely @malecdiscordserver is holding a special bingo for this month, all pride-themed! Below, it's my super cute card 💙💜
So!!! Starting tomorrow, I'll post what I've prepared.
There will be 5 moodboards, a oneshot, and a multichapter fic. The multichapter one will be a challenge for me - I'll try to keep each chapter at the length of 500 words maximum.
Heads up! One story will be a Coffee Shop AU and the other will be Meet-Cute in a Hospital AU 🤭
Also also, before the month ends, I'll also be posting a very cute Malec oneshot where Magnus makes a potion to turn Alec and himself into kids for 24h so his Shadowhunter can have a full day of childhood shenanigans ~
RL is still very hard, but I'm more hopeful this month. I want to be more active here too. Come talk to me and feel free to ask me anything. My askbox is always open! 💜💙
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Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 11/41
Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises
Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, anal play (butt plug), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected PIV, unprotected PIA (female receiving) (play safe ya'll!!), DP with vibrator, squirting
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Series Summary:
You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.
SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.
Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes involved here.
Chapter 11: Glorious Surprises
Once you both actually clean up. You slip into a simple, flowy dress making a show of putting on some MeUndies with honey bees on them. Austin wears simple sweat shorts and a t-shirt.
He makes you eggs, toast and greens for breakfast/lunch. While you eat, your toes play together under the table. Neither of you want to break the spell of closeness that you are feeling. Ahh, 'happy-new-person' is just the best.
Austin props his elbow up on the table and sets his chin in his hand. He is watching you with a hint of a smile as you walk back and forth in the kitchen, cleaning up.
“I want to just chill for a while today, is that ok?” he asks.
“Sure, do you need some alone time?” you two have been together nonstop for about 38 hours and that is a lot for people who actually live alone.
“Yeah but, I want to do it with you… does that make sense?” a look of ‘am I weird’ crosses his face.
“Ahh, you want an introverted date," you nod your head knowingly.
“Introverted date? Hmmm, maybe," he sounds unsure.
“You want to be together but doing our separate things with no pressure to interact. Like going to a coffee shop and reading your own book but sitting side by side,” you explain.
“Yeah, I would really like that, I’m craving a flat white right now. Any ideas how we go out without paparazzi catching us?”
“I can go get coffee for us and we can go to the roof,” you need to hit the drugstore for some items for later anyway.
“I didn’t know there was a rooftop patio on the building, “ he says.
“There isn’t, but I happen to have a key for the roof. I had to go check the AC unit up there last week. There is a spot we can go chill for a bit," you reply.
He agrees. You decide to walk to the drug store a few blocks away, giving him some time. You pick up some lube and other supplies for what you have planned for later. You stop for a couple flat whites from his favorite coffee spot and head back. The annoying photographer is waiting on the street again, but steers clear of you as you walk by.
When you get back, you head up to the roof, books and snacks in a bag. You go up the stairwell a couple floors and there is a locked door at the top. You produce the key and end up in a little room with a skylight above you and face to face with a ladder bolted to the wall. It has safety rungs spaced widely in a half circle starting not quite 6 feet up. It’s maybe a 12 foot climb.
You start climbing one handed, holding your coffee, very aware that Austin is looking right up your dress. At the top you open the hatch to the roof and step through. You are between two taller portions of the roof, the one in front of you, probably the elevator shaft, is blocking the ocean view. There is AC equipment etc up here. It is hot.
“I don’t know about this, it might be more comfy on the balcony,” he says unsure.
“Trust me Austin," you take him by the hand and lead him around the elevator shaft. He stops short, as you giggle.
On the top of the building is a virtual oasis of potted plants. There are big ones with fern and palm trees for shade and little ones too. There is even a patch of grass with two lounge chairs positioned facing the gorgeous ocean view. A little fountain burbles on the side and a couple of cool misters spray the plants. It is much cooler here in the shade.
“This is amazing!” he exclaims.
“Yeah, the super of the building is a hobby gardener. He told me I could hang up here if I wanted to," you can’t help but smile. Sitting in one of the chairs, you kick off your shoes. You reach into the bag, pull out the books and hand him his and a PBJ sandwich.
He leans down to kiss you, “This is amazing," he isn't talking about the roof top.
He sits down in the other chair, removing his shoes, then gets up and pulls the foot closer to yours. He lays back and opens his book, reaching his toes over to touch your feet.
You stay that way for much of the afternoon, reading and munching on snacks. Soon, you hear soft snoring next to you. You look over, the book is on his chest and he is out.
You get up quietly and make your way back to your apartment to prepare your ass for later. You clean yourself out with the enema you bought from the store earlier. Just thinking about Austin’s cock in your ass starts to make you wet again. You go find the silver metal butt plug in your bag of toys… and cleverly leave out your favorite vibrator on the bedside table, then shrug to yourself and leave your favorite dildo out too. You lube up the butt plug and slowly insert it into your ass, it almost feels like too much at the drop off point, it always does at first. You move it in and out a few times, loosening your hole, moaning to yourself, then it pops in and nestles between your cheeks. You love how it feels just a bit heavy when you walk. You leave your bee underwear on the end of the bed.
Once back on the roof, you find Austin is still softly snoring. You sit back down and nestle your feet against his again. You are trying to get back into your book, but the knowledge of the stopper in your ass and what is to come later is very distracting. Luckily, Austin wakes up a few minutes later, moving his feet on yours. He reaches over to you and strokes your arm.
“Hey baby,” his deep voice and soft touch further arousing you.
“Hello you," trying to keep your desire hidden, “nice nap?”
“The best,” he smiles, god that smile melts you, "do you want to head back down?”
“Let's,” is all you can say.
You gather up your things and he takes the lead. He goes down the ladder first and is looking up your dress again as you climb down. You hope he catches a glimpse of silver. When you're in arms reach, his hands slide up your legs to your naked ass as you reach the bottom.
“Where did your bees go?” he says. Your skirt is hiked up over his hands as he fondles your curves.
“Maybe they buzzed away, ” you say coquettishly.
His lips are brushing yours, “Naughty Bees, what is going to protect you from me now?”
He slides his hand between your legs and presses his palm against your mons, rubbing little circles. Little breathy “Oh's” fly from your lips to perch on his. His long fingers curl under, seeking your wet pussy lips, but his finger tips land on the hard base of your butt plug. The jostling movement makes you gasp.
“What do we have here?” he says, gently moving it around as you moan, “I thought I saw something flashing at me as you came down. Is this what you were doing while I was napping?”
You nod, biting your bottom lip.
His voice gets husky with desire, “Show me.”
“Ok, let's go back and-” you begin to turn towards the door.
“No,” he interrupts, "show me right here. Go up, sit on the cage” indicating the ladder with a nod of his head.
You climb up, his hands on you the whole time. You manage to put one leg on either side of the bottom rung of the cage, your back to the ladder. Holding on to the rung above to keep from falling, your dress streaming like the curtains of a stage behind you. You are completely exposed from below, offering Austin a gratuitous view of your pussy and ornamented ass.
“Oh fuck,” you hear him mumble to himself as he looks up.
You are hovering right in front of his face. He reaches up and pets your wet folds before touching the base of the plug with one finger and wiggling it side to side, making you clench and gasp.
Without warning, he closes the gap between his mouth and your clit. All you can do is hold on as he laps slowly, tongue swirling. He continues to wiggle the silver trinket. You wonder if you are dripping onto his shirt, you are so wet all of a sudden. He groans against your pussy, lapping deeper at your sweet cunt, the vibrations of his voice sparking more sensations of pleasure.
Then he slides his fingers in between your lips, feeling the round hardness of the plug from inside. You both are groaning in arousal. Sliding in and out of your pussy and pressing the plug, he sucks at your clit, making you squirm and pant softly. You could come like this, hanging on for dear life as you get eaten out by Austin, damn he is good with his tongue.
Suddenly he pulls away, wipes his face on your skirt and raises his hands to help you down.
“Get down, let’s go," he commands.
Untangling yourself from the metal rungs you stop when you are even with his face and kiss him hard.
“The real question, Austin, is what is going to protect you from me?" you say with a smirk.
“Not a damn thing,” there is something wild in his eyes. He tosses you over his shoulder, he is surprisingly strong. He carries you down the mercifully empty stairwell.
" Austin, I can walk you know," You giggle.
"I'm not letting you get away! Bees or no bees." Opening your apartment door, he takes you directly to your bedroom and he tosses you down onto the bed.
Before you can catch your breath, he is upon you, lips on yours, tongue dancing on yours. He is intense. His hands are kneading your breasts through your dress, his hardness hot between your legs. He reaches down and pulls your skirt up. He swirls his fingers around your clit and slides along your inner lip. He presses his finger under the base of the plug, rubbing the lube into the edges of your hole. The pressure against your asshole both inside and out and makes you moan.
“Ungh,” he growls appreciatively from his throat.
Heat rises quickly into need as he reaches to his own crotch and takes himself out. He rubs some of the wetness on his tip and then directs it to your slit. He pushes in, groaning, feeling the plug's hard bulge rub against his dick.
It. Feels. Amazing- for both of you.
He plunges in and out of you. He is propped up on straight arms above you, his hands are grasping yours, inadvertently holding you down. His head is thrown back in pleasure.
He seems to have a short attention span today as he stops after only a handful of strokes, takes a big breath and pulls out. You unconsciously whimper as he leaves you.
“Oh hunny, 'm sorry, but I’m savin' m'self for yer ass,” he smiles down at you, ”I just needed t' feel yeh 'round me.” he has dropped into his Elvis voice again.
He peels your dress off, and in a flash he is naked in front of you.
You lean back on your elbows, knees bent, blatantly admiring his muscular, yet lean body.
“I would never get tired of seeing you naked, with that glorious cock, about to fuck me,” you comment.
He puffs out a little laugh, looking down and away, suddenly shy. Then his glance lands on your body, his eyes glaze over in lust. He kneels on the bed at your feet.
“Do you have any idea how sexy you are? All casually leaned back, curves for days.” he reaches out, biting his bottom lip. He skims your knee and inner thigh with his fingertips. “Legs open just enough that I can see you glistening and that plug glinting at me.” He seems to have not realized that he is crawling on top of you again.
You reach out and grab the back of his neck. Pulling him to you for a deep fiery kiss, tongues curling against each other. You trap his full bottom lip between your teeth for a second before you pull away,
“Now,” you say, reaching for the lube then rolling over underneath him, “how about we start with my little surprise.” You push back into him, ass in the air, forcing him to his knees. You hand him the lube.
“Yes, Ma’am,” fucking Elvis again, still toe curling.
He starts by moving the base side to side, pushing it in a little. The thumb on his other hand stroking your lips.
“Can I pull it out?” he asks.
“Slowly,” you say, nodding.
He grasps the base and starts pulling. Your ass resists at first, having to go over the largest part of the plug first. You are gasping short little breaths.
“Am I hurting you?” he asks.
You shake your head, "It’s just stretching me is all, keep pulling.”
Finally your ass lets it go and it slides out quickly as you exhale audibly.
“Wow, that is a little bigger than I expected it to be,” he says.
“It’s smaller than your cock. You should fuck me with it a bit so I can be ready for you,” you instruct.
He drips more lube onto your asshole and rubs the toy around in it then presses it into your hole.
Little ‘ohs and ooos’ sound from your mouth.
“Wow,” he breathes to himself, as your ass pulls it in past the neck.
He grips and pulls it out again, it comes easier this time. He starts rubbing your pussy, fingertips slipping in at the same time as he slowly moves the plug in and out of your ass. The stretching starts to feel good and you are pushing back against him.
After a couple minutes You reach back to get him to stop and sit up on your knees.
“Lay down,” you tell him. He puts the butt plug on the bedside table and lays on his back.
”Hold yourself,” you take a moment and appreciate how hot he looks with his cock in his hand, not being able to stop stroking himself. You drip lube on him, he groans as he rubs it in.
You straddle him and position his tip at your partially stretched ass hole.
Slowly you push yourself down onto him, trying to relax as you go. You are gasping at every inch.
He is saying “Oh, Oh, Oh,” over and over again, his head thrown back against the covers. His sexy fucking Adam's apple juts out from the curve of his neck. Finally he is fully seated in your ass.
“Oh fuck that is tight. My god-Are you ok?” he is waffling between pleasure and worry.
“Oh yes, are you?” you put your hands on his chest. He grabs your hips in response.
“Omigodyes,” he says as you move slowly up and down a few inches on his cock. Up and down. Your ass is getting used to his girth and starting to feel really, really good and you rise all the way off him and push all the way down again, your wet pussy rubbing on his pubic bone.
You are both uttering indistinct sounds of pleasure, lost in sensations.
You pull off him all the way, then push him into you, riding up and down on just the head of his cock.
He lifts his head up, eyes boring into yours from under his lashes. His neck muscles straining, chin tilted a bit to the side and down, jawline tense and heaving through his teeth. You can tell that he is barely controlling himself. You curl your lip in a naughty smile. Reassured that your ass has expanded to fit him, you pull off him and lean down close to his face.
“Ok, I’m ready,” you state.
“For what?” he asks.
“For you to take over and really fuck me in the ass,” you answer.
The corner of his mouth curves up as an animal-like growl rises in his throat. You can almost see his demon break free through his blown pupils.
He grabs you and rolls you over on to your back. He stands up, pulls you by the hips to the edge of the bed. Luckily it’s a tall bed. Your legs are splayed apart, feet up. He guides his head at your stretched out hole. Without hesitation, he pushes his cock into your ass slowly but steadily. You find your hand rubbing back and forth on your mound
“Oh fuck yes, just like that,” you affirm.
“Pull your pussy lips apart,” it was not a request. You reach down with the other hand and spread your outer labia, showing him your pink cleft. He is watching himself slide in and out of your ass.
“Mmmm, your inner lips are opening and closing as my cock moves in your ass," his fingers brush over your lips then slide inside your pussy, "Whoa, I can feel myself moving in you." He is aroused and enthralled.
“Oh that feels so damn good,” you moan.
After a few minutes of a slow, steady rhythm that bit by bit is building your orgasm, he stops his hips. His fingers leave your pussy. You open your mouth to whine but his wet fingers slide in. You start sucking and licking yourself off them greedily.
“Look at me,” he commands as you hear a buzz. You open your eyes to see your vibrator between your face and his. It's tight curve is meant to slide in and stimulate both your g spot and your clit.
“I’m going to slide this into your pussy as I fuck your tight little ass," you recognize that he is as much asking, as telling you.
Your eyes widen and you nod as your nostrils flare in desire. You have always wanted all your holes filled. You grab his hand to keep his fingers in your mouth.
He slides the vibrator into your saturated slit. And starts to move in and out of your ass again, feeling the pulsations on his cock.
“Ohgawohgawohgaw” your words are stoppered by his fingers. You are lost in sensations. His dick in your ass, pushing the vibrator up into your g-spot with every thrust, his fingers in your mouth and the vibrating sensations on your clit. These are your whole world right now.
You hear a howling. You realize it’s you, screaming around his fingers. Your climax is starting from a whole new place, deep inside you.
You wail as you come, squirting around the vibrator, drenching his cock and your ass in sweet fluids.
“Oh my god,” he intones. He slows down for a second, “Fuck that is hot.”
You turn off your vibrator off, trying to catch your breath. He reaches down and turns it back on, pressing it to your clit.
”Oh no baby you keep that going,” he holds it in place and begins moving back and forth with intensity. Your own juices lubing your asshole and his cock.
You feel out of your body. “I. don’t. know . if….. “ each word breaking from your tongue with each delicious thrust. You both want more and aren't sure if you can take it.
You feel his hand in the middle of your chest, pressing down tethering you to the bed, to your body, to the incredible pleasure he is giving you.
“Oh no, you are gonna take my cock until we both come,” his voice is low, rumbling and coarse with desire.
You nod, fucking loving this dominance.
He lets go of the vibrator to grasp your upper thigh, pulling you onto him as he pounds into your ass harder than before. You start to fall apart, only his hand on your chest is keeping you from disintegrating.
He fucks you hard, a string of 'oh yeah's' falling from him and crumbling into panting vocalizations.
You thrash, keening like a siren, on his cock, squirting all over him again. The vibrator pops out in a gush. He keeps on slamming into your ass for another couple of glory filled minutes. You are still coming so hard, you are starting to see black at the edges of your vision. For second you go limp, but don't realize it. Finally, a savage roar rips from his chest, his whole body shakes as he thrusts deep, shooting his cum into your ass.
He collapses on top of you. You are both panting, shivering. Your ass squeezes around his cock with each immense aftershock, making you both squirm. Finally, he starts to pull out of your ass. It is so wet with his cum and your fluids, it feels so fucking good. You can’t help but rub your pussy as he pulls out. You feel his cum leaking out and down your crack. You squeeze your knees together curling fetal around your core as you moan and convulse.
He is right there behind you, arms around you. Whispering to you, coaxing you back to him.
You two stay that way for a while as your heartbeats recover and the world normalizes. He is stroking your hair.
“Are you ok baby, I thought you passed out for a second?” he asks, sounding a little concerned.
“Yeah, I’m good,” you breathe and nod.
“Oh. My. God. “ he rolls onto his back,” did that just happen?”
You rollover, nestling alongside his chest, “if you mean how you fucked my ass so hard and so well that I squirted all over you. Then you did it again and I came for like 10 minutes and almost blacked out. Then yes, it did just happen.”
”I have never gotten to witness squirting before, did you know you could do that?” he asks, impressed.
“No, that was the first time I’ve gushed like that,” you answer.
“I have to revise your statement from this morning,” he puts his finger on your chin to tilt your head up, boring into your soul with his eyes, “I don’t know what we did to deserve this, but it's so much more than fun.”
The only reply you have is to kiss him. He is right, ‘fun’ is too shallow a word for what just passed between you.
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What do you think a reincarnated Rathma would be like in the modern era of Sanctuary? It would make for some interesting storytelling!
That's VERY vague, Anon. Define modern Era of Sanctuary. Would it be like our World RL or more like Azeroth (aka fantasy with modern aspects like vehicles)? Are the Angels/Demons still a thing or have they gotten extinct? Does he has his memories or not?
If it would be like Azeroth, he would really enjoy it. There are still mysteries out there, still a balance to protect. He wouldn't be much different than he was before. Maybe a bit more outgoing? He would definitely love to travel now and explore this new Sanctuary.
If it would be like our world than goodbye. The Balance he treasures so much is basically non existent, prejudice rule the mind of people and everything regarding his practices as Necromancer are highly shunned/illegal/forbidden. Those who care for others and do good are in no place of power and greed rules the world. It's basically like his Mothers family won the war. Or his Father's if Religion is as it is in our World. He wouldn't be happy at all. He would be even more introvert and secretive. Even more grumpy because all he worked for was for nothing. The Man suffered enough already and doesn't need even more reasons for therapy ....
I'm sorry if this isn't what you hoped for but I'll be honest with you: Modern Era AU are not my cup of tea so I don't image characters or how they would work in that setting. It's not like Coffee Shop and Highschool AU which I avoid more than an arachnophobe a spider but it's simply not my type of AU for a Dark Age themed Fantasy World.
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