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newtlesbian · 9 months

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hermann “touching” the scifi holoputer. hands phasing through a projection of light. the intangible world. not weighed down to the ground but hermann exists there in the Air And Space all around. in numbers he scrawls on a flat cold surface perched high on a ladder far above the earth and everyone on it. and hes there in the mind. the abstract the intangible. newt thinks its insubstantial.

never making physical contact. his job is predicting the future. a prophet. a seer. hands off standing back and observing. needing to keep himself at a distance in order to see the whole picture. reaching out grabbing concepts just out reach. he sees the scope. farsighted vision with reading glasses on a chain by his heart is needed to see the details. an extra step needed to understand the up close and personal where newts mind exists and thrives.

hermann prides himself on his accurate predictions but theyre reliant on time and waiting around and his patience before they come into play. so constantly waiting for the future that even his clothes are stuck in time. logical mind is what he understands and how he understands. but newt doesnt have his foresight so they clash. hermann sees desperation as impatience why do something dangerous and reckless when i know clearly obviously in my vision exactly what will happen and when and how and why cant you see it too?

newt:

newt physically touching everything always. grabbing things and touching physically. he is ruled by touch. hes their other half. his work is literal its here. something he can see and grasp Down On Earth. the tangible world. the biological. hes grabbing out and feeling and digging and experiencing the blood and flesh and metal and grease and dirt and mud on the ground. hermann thinks its crass.

newts intelligence comes from up close personal experience. dissecting organs dissecting information. visceral viscera. assembling machinery with his bare hands. experimenting on himself. he calls it the only path to victory. his eyes only see the details in front of him. he sees clearly in the area where hermann is blind and nearsighted newt needs his glasses to see anything further ahead.

his mind lives in the present. this is why he wants to see a kaiju up close this is why he self sacrifices. physical action. impatience from desperation. something must be done now now now and i Know something Now that Will work and Help why wont they let me. his frantic desperation IS the earths frantic desperation. where pilots put on a serious face he cant keep his cool because average humanity cant keep its cool. panicked running around boots on the ground as in taking action. scuffed little black laced boots on the earth. no time to wait no time to waste sitting still not Physically doing something when things are so bad

both:

where hermann is the future newt is the present. where hermann sees the scope newt sees detail. where hermann is planning newt is action. where hermann is strategy newt is impulse. where hermann is the theoretical newt is the concrete. where hermann is aerospace newt is the earth. spelled out further through their child selves: baby hermann inside with his space champion helmet and little toy plane. baby newt outside in nature covered in mud and going fishing with his dad. the earth and skies above. written to be born under earth and air signs too. they match in their differences they are similar from them their opposite traits are complementary two pieces made to click into place

#newmann #OKAY this is past heart i found the post. im scheduling it for the morning. also had to add breaks so its easier to read #these were just 3 long walls of text but I GUESS it has to get broken up. it WASNT written as a bunch of paragraphs it was a bunch of words #anyway. these are the original tags ahead >>>#theyre so one person. thats what the movie is so strongly about #the movie is intended to be that many characters are actually one person. and then further every character is one person #💌

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headphonemouse · 1 year

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they're cuddling aha

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #yjh #kdj #blood #?#or IS it???#idk i just thought it looked cool #art tag #digital #spoilers ahead ->#3rd round YJH doesn't seem like the type to cradle anyone yknow so like after I'd finished and was editing this post i was thinking what #kind of circumstances might bring about this situation #and i think 1863rd YJH might do this #In that little window before he talked with the Fourth Wall and read ORV #So then if something happens to KDJ and he asks YJH to prop him up for whatever reason and konks out before he can release YJH then YJH #won't see any reason to move out of that position and kinda just sit there in a daze #would KDJ's injury be enough of a bad experience to bring up YJH's bad memories and kick him back into gear?#maybe #maybe not. because he hasn't read KDJ's story yet and so doesn't have any hope and no reason to be fond of KDJ #So he'd sit there cradling someone he doesn't know and he might wonder why. he might wonder why not #he might wonder how much longer he has. so he might as well #when was the last time someone hugged 1863rd YJH? maybe the weight of a body in his arms feels nice #maybe he wants to bask in the last few minutes of the only person who wouldn't scorn or run from him #maybe that plunges him further into the whisps of his happy memories

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jaxontheflaxen · 8 months

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He just like me fr (😭)

#wall e #Yk how when ur going to sleep #and ur lonely an shit #so u hold ur own hand and pretend it’s someone else’s #thats what he’s doing for people that don’t remember the scene #wall e pixar #wall e was ahead of its time fr #what else #should i tag this #yk what fuck it #tagging more #can i hear a wahoo #ok i’m done

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myname-isnia · 1 month

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Ever since I first read Eugene Onegin two years ago, and even more now that I had to reread it for school recently, I've been saying that I've never related to a fictional character more than I relate to Tatyana Larina (not counting my own characters, that is, as they are intentional projections). Particularly the verses about Tatyana's childhood hit very close to home. I've been wanting to talk about it for a while but couldn't find a translation of the book that I liked. So, instead of sleeping, I spent 2 hours absolutely torturing my own brain by coming up with my own translation and I'm way too proud not to share.

Eugene Onegin, chapter 2, verses 25, 26 and 27, translated with the original temp and rhyming scheme intact, by yours truly <3

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XXV

And so, her sister's named Tatyana.

She seldom catches someone's gaze,

Lacks Olga's beauty, lacks her glamour,

The pink-cheeked freshness of her face.

She's almost feral, quiet with woe,

So quick to startle, like a doe.

And even in her family home

She seemed a child not quite their own.

She hardly ever showed affection,

Both mom and dad would often say.

By window she would spend her day

Alone but for her own reflection,

She judged the children running wild,

Though she herself was still a child.

XXVI

Imagination was her close friend

From infancy. As village days

Kept dragging on without an end,

She'd get lost in her fantasies.

Needle and thread she too avoided,

Fabric was never once embroidered

By her unblemished fingers, for

She found needlework a bore.

An average girl would take her doll,

Sit down with it and start to talk,

Prepare it for the time to walk

Into an upper class grand ball –

To silent dolls during these sessions

Young girls repeat their mothers' lessons.

XXVII

Tatyana never had discussions

With dolls, nor did she play with them;

She never told them of the fashions,

Of city news, and even then

Of toys and games she was quite wary,

She'd rather read of something scary.

In winters, in the dead of night,

Her heart learned how to take a fright.

When for young Olga their old nanny

Would gather up the neighbours' kids

To run and play out in the fields,

Tatyana would act most uncanny:

She never played or ran around,

And found their laughter far too loud.

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#a portrait of pushkin's wife that my grandma has on her wall was staring at me the entire time I wrote this lmao #judging me for butchering her husband's work probably #okay self depreciation aside I think I did pretty well. considering I am very much not a poet #the rhyming scheme absolutely kills me. you have to think like 3 lines ahead with every line you translate. pushkin the genius that you are #I took some creative liberties in places but for the most part I tried to stick as close to the original as possible. and again.#pretty damn proud of myself for this one :) apparently I know some things about poetry. at least enough to keep the beat intact #okay it's 3 a.m I should probably go to bed now. good night))#eugene onegin #tatyana larina #alexander pushkin #russian literature #russian lit #idk how else to tag this lmao #tatyana wins award for pushkin's most autistic character. argue with a wall

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sonego · 2 years

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happy birthday alex !! @thiagoalcantaras 💗💝

hope you’re having a wonderful day and everyone treats you better than liverpool did ✰ ♡

#alex tag #liverpool fc #thiago alcantara #lfc #nico.gif #thiago #HI ALEX ACCEPT THIS HUMBLE OFFER OF LOVE FOR THIS SPECIAL DAY!!!!!!!#this all come from the same video aka same match .. i wonder which one ..#my fave gif from these is the one w virg #first of all i looove to see our short players ''hug'' virg bc they just SMASH against a wall it's so fucking funny skdksdns #secondly thiago showing a little thigh !#anyway alex i'm rambling but i hope you like this it's nothing much but i thought you might like BIG gifs of your bf and gf and husband and #wife #and again hope your day goes well but even more importantly i hope the year ahead is full of light and warmth and as little stress as possib #possible! life can be hard but you hold such a special inherent warmth within you that i know will get you everywhere you want to go #and also i know you're always doing your best #and i hope you know that's all you can do!! you can only do your best and your best varies every day!!!#but above all i hope you know that you are SO SO loved !!! you are the pillar of lfcblr you are a kind funny loving person #and i wish you nothing but to always feel the love! always GET the love you deserve!#now i'll shut up bc i'm getting too weird hahaha .. i am nothing if not a sap #but yeah ily!!!!!! happy birthday :*

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gazelessmenagerie · 2 years

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Cowards would say monster. The bold would say husband material

‘Husband material’ sheds every full moon.

#|| Tag: Shitposting #Anonymous #|| Etchings in the Walls { Art }#( i was about done when i realized I had no idea who I was gonna put so I just........ ?????????? )#( i didn't think that far ahead. )#( regardless.. get yourself an unstable were-Ape husbando. )#( okay but just let me love on the big bastard. need more great ape broly bc the green fur is just so gd cool to me. )#( he's a fucking shiny pretty much. )

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arolesbianism · 1 year

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I need y'all to know I've been spending the past few days trembling like a small dog waiting for the current 25ji event. I've heard small bits and oh god I'm so fucking scared for Mafuyu

#rat rambles #sekai posting #Im sure ppl have already started translating it so Ill have to read it in full once I can #but dear lord Im not ready I just know its going to make me lose my mind #from what I can tell this event is rapidly approaching mafuyu's rock bottom moment and the walls theyve built shattering #and given that they are now doubly most due for a banner I am fully expecting smth rly rly big next 25ji event #I am genuinely soooo interested to see how they progress mafuyu's character arc from here #cause its seeming less and less likely that theres a real sollution they can come to while mafuyu is living in the home that they do #but also Im not sure if theyd go as far as making mafuyu run away from home or smth like that #I am excited to see more of mizuki home life tho since Im guessing theres at least a lil bit based on their sister getting a sprite #again I still need to read the story and god damn I will not be ok afterwards Im sure #I apologise ahead of time for the inevitable miles long tag analysis after I finish it fjfnfjfmf

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kawaiianimeredhead · 1 year

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Tried to make heart shaped peppermint patties for a work party tomorrow. Made a decent mess of the kitchen but they have been made

#not pictured here tjo because i got so tired #i didnt use a decent amoutn of the inside dough like part #because i got tired of cutting them #used the recipe b dylan hollis used in his tiktok #i didnt eat a full one but i ate the inside part when i had the extra dough and i ate some of the chocolate when i made a mess of it #and they were good so fingers crossed altogether its good #got a cute heart shaped place im gonna try to set them up in tomorrow before i bring tjem #wish i had little tongs so people can pjck them ip easier #but that is currently not my problem #my feet hurt and i shoukd sleep because i have work in the morning #but i consumed a decent amount of sugar and in general am sorta anxious #and also unsatisfied because i was playing a video game and kept stepping away for other things #so not only did i not play as much as i wanted nick has gotten ahead in it with a lot of the gear so i feel like i missed out #dont mind me #tag rambles #theres a noise in my bathroom ish area thar sounds like a drip sort of sound onto like plastic maybe #and its really annoying because the immediate place i tjought it wad coming from its not #so its either in the walls or its on the other side in halies room but i have no way to really know because i dont wanna investigate atm #but i do now have to listen to it until i fall asleep

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arthurwilde · 3 months

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This cat is lucky he's cute I'll tell you what I'll tell you what

#why does he climb on my head and sneeze on my face. why does he push the bathroom door open when i try to pee.#why does he run ahead of me everywhere i go so i inevitably trip on him.#why does he climb all over the counters and in the sink. why does he try to climb in the fridge and the freezer and the pantry.#why does he feel the need to compulsively stick his face in everything i eat including raw vegetables.#why does he use my legs as a climbing wall.#it's to punish me for my hubris. i'm sure of it. he was sent to test me.#text post tag #adventures in alfiedom

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whorangel · 6 months

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why would you let me get a taste of it if i can't actually get it . why would you give me hopes of something better and then break my heart into a thousand pieces? is this bound to happen forever? is yearning where my life stops?

#vent tag #i always saw the light at the end of the tunnel #and i always ran towards it no matter how much i bleed #yet i didnt know the tunnel has a glass wall at the end #i can feel the light on my skin. i can see the whole world ahead of me.#but i can never experience it with my own hands

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hazelfoureyes · 2 months

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A boiling frog (Alastor x Reader smut)

saw someone talk about “boiling frog syndrome”, when a situation becomes dire so slowly you don’t realize how dangerous it is until it’s too late, like a frog slipping into death as the cold water comes to a boil, never trying to leap out. Made me think of Louisiana frog legs and, of course, our self obsessed deer demon. my longwinded ass used restraint and went for a PWP (I hope…. No, theres still plot. I’m a slut for plot. Sorry?)

Your companionship was peppered onto Alastor so gently and slowly he didn’t realize he was too far gone until he was hopelessly dependent on your attention. He decides the only remedy is to drown you in his.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x fem reader, cunnilingus, biting, work attire, realistic descriptions of yet another job I once had, fingering, mentions of my favorite alcoholic beverage, southern shit, filing, that asshole in room 127

Minors DNI

When you first arrived at the hotel, Alastor was pleased to have some help. Charlie informed him of your experience on earth managing apartments and how you would be taking on the role of ‘Resident Relations Manager’. Any issues, complaints, or room adjustments would go to you first. Marvelous. As his underling, you often came to him with your own gripes and stories of the latest drama around the hotel. It became a sort of ritual to meet at the bar after work, talking about the day’s trivial matters over two fingers of rye and a cassis orange. One morning you joined him for coffee in the sunroom he added shortly after your arrival, silently enjoying the view. Then you returned the next day. At some point you started filling his mug and bringing it to the chair he always used. Neither of you spoke, which he found refreshing.

The group dinners were never his scene, the familiarity they bore was uncomfortable and dangerous to his plans. But he overheard your laughter as you and Angel teased each other about what could or couldn’t be defined as a kink. When he joined the table, he was pleasantly surprised at the in-depth conversations you sparked among the band of hopeless fools he’d come to enjoy.

So when he entered the sunroom one morning to see his cup, but not you, it ruffled his fur, so to speak. At dinner, he heard from Charlie you were eating in your office. The bar was full of residents and yet empty all the same when you never arrived.

Three days was all it took. Three days of not seeing you. When he walked past the bar at 9pm to see just Angel and Husk, he continued onward until in the safety of the darkened hall. Licking his teeth, he found himself getting angry. Annoyed that he was promised, by your actions, interesting conversation and like-minded company. His fists curled out of frustration, lights strobing as he stalked down the hall.

But that melted into something even more upsetting, he felt… worried. Not that his smile showed it, passing Vaggie with a nod of his head.

When did you manage to creep into his mind? Like an overlord taking territory, you had taken space in his thoughts with ruthless speed. Never one to be passive in competition, he realized he needed to take drastic measures to catch up to you. He knew of many ways to get *ahead, but he found an ambush always worked like a charm.

Alastor’s shadows gathered before he rose from the floor of your office.

You were standing near a filing cabinet, looking intently at something, “Hello there Alastor, to what-“ you turned the page, not looking at him, “do I owe the pleasure?” You hadn’t actually lifted your head from the file until you felt a hand in the small of your back. You flinched and took a step away, turning around to ask what he was doing when you noticed you weren’t in your office anymore.

The large hole in the wall that led into an endless swamp of a forest hinted at whose room this was.

Closing the file with one hand, you gestured around the room, “Is there a reason I’m here?”

He motioned for you to sit on the bed, and when you laughed he used the microphone to corral you to the edge. “You’ve been busy, as of late.”

“Swamped.” Usually your puns would get atleast a chuckle from your boss, but this time he passed right over it.

“I realized today we haven’t had one of our usual chats in quite a while. What’s been keeping you oh-so-occupied?” He pushed down on your shoulders until you came to rest on the bed.

Nervously, you scooted back a little from him, “Well, so many new residents has meant so many petty little issues. This guy on the 34th floor is angry that the man who killed him is on 37– Alastor?!” He had knelt down and lifted your ankle, slipping your shoe off.

“And?”

“What are you doing?”

“Isn't it obvious?" He picked up the other ankle, "Listening. Continue.”

You laughed breathlessly, “wha-,” but the way he looked up at you seemed to catch your tongue, “uhm, so- yeah so he doesn’t think his killer deserves redemption-,” the other shoe was taken off, neatly set besides its twin. You took a deep breath to try and calm down, “and even if he does, he shouldn’t be—,”Alastor’s hand slipped up your right thigh, fingers taking your stocking and rolling it down. His gaze on your face never wavering.

“Keep going.” The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t just suggesting it.

“-be on a higher floor.” He peeled the left stocking down, delicately pulling it over your toes.

You forgot to breath for a second. Instinctively you brought your knees together.

“That is quite annoying! What ever will you do?” That toothy grin widened as he looked up at you. His hand began to massage the sole of your right foot.

“Huh? Do what?”

“About the man on 34’s complaint”, his hand then moved up to your calf, he hummed, “what supple flesh, my dear.”

“Thank you?” Should you be scared or horny? Was he tenderizing his dinner? He looked up at you expectantly. “I told him if the angels return, higher floors would be the most dangerous.”

"Ha! Quite a clever response! Did it placate him?" He raised your right knee to his mouth, placing his lips above the joint. You felt his breath over your inner thigh as he let out a soft huff of a laugh, a reaction to your confused face. You were absolutely panicked; frozen. That wild look you were giving him, if he could he would drown himself in those eyes. Alastor felt his own excitement build, a twitch pressing his cock against the zipper of his dress pants. What a delicious reaction. His long hands crawled under your work skirt, nails grazing your skin as he grabbed the sides of your panties, "It's rude to leave someone waiting, dear."

You shook your head, crawling backward on the bed, "Okay, I get it. Ha ha, you managed to frazzle me."

A darkness fell over his face, "I don't think you do get it." He opened his mouth and dragged his teeth over the skin of your inner thigh, "You've neglected me quite rudely! Most people wouldn't dare such a thing and yet you don't even seem slightly concerned about it."

Rude? "Alastor, oh my god. What did I do? I've been at work every morning on time, if not early. I have been staying up late to make sure the resident files are up to date. I've been meeting with Charlie like you wanted about-,” He brought the panties down your thighs.

"It is what you haven't been doing, mon cher.” He pulled them clear of one leg, leaving them to hang off the ankle of the other leg. "I've been drinking my coffee alone in the sunroom, do you think I had the set of rocking chairs delivered for my own amusement? Dinner has been monotonous without your conversation. And what about our nightly gossip at the bar?" When he lifted your leg and hooked your knee over his shoulder, you fell back on your elbows to keep from lying flat.

"Listen-- Alastor!" His name was squeaked out as a bite stung you, dangerously close to your now naked pussy.

"Sir." He chided.

"Sir?!" He pushed your skirt up, exposing you, "Sir. I don't really like people going down on me."

"That's odd.” His hands gripped your thighs and dragged your ass to the edge of the bed, your pussy now inches from his face. His eyes rolled from left to right, “I don’t remember asking.” Your other leg was pulled over his shoulder, causing you to finally fall onto your back.

A long, wide tongue licked from mid thigh to the place where your legs met your crotch. You felt the heat of his mouth before he finally made contact with your core, one long lick from entrance to clit.

You buried your face inside the file, inhaling the smell of ink and paper with each pant. Your heart was pounding, the rush of blood from your head to your lap left you dizzy and seeing spots.

“Ah ah! I need your full attention.” He took the file and tossed it to the side. He needed to see your face, this was pointless if he couldn’t watch you go dumb in his mouth.

He had started this wanting to ensure you would be thinking about him as much as he had been you, but the way you couldn’t even speak when he touched you shifted his mission. Now, he wanted to win. Maybe he would be bothered by the absence of your presence in the sunroom, but you’d lie awake at night pained by the absence of his tongue in your cunt.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” Your face was beet red.

“Good. I’ve never been very fond of sharing my toys.” His nose grazed your already throbbing clit as he sunk his tongue into you. Reflexively your thighs pressed against his ears, his head keeping you from closing them entirely. His tongue seemed to lick at your walls as if reaching for something, the sensation wet and warm. You whined, embarrassed at how you were twitching against his lips.

You could feel his smile widen, thumb pressing down on your clit. Gripping the sheets you tried to ease away, the pressure too rough. His nails dug into your left leg, keeping you from making any real difference.

As he dragged his tongue along your walls you felt something you normally didn’t when getting eaten out; the beginning tension of an orgasm slinking into your stomach.

When his mouth left your cunt you gasped, the air stinging at your wet hole and thighs.

“Starting from the morning, tell me exactly what you did today that was so important you didn’t feel the need to entertain me with your company. If your mouth stops moving, so will mine.” He brought his lips to your other thigh, nipping at the skin.

“I made your coffee but got a call about a resident.” His finger pressed against your entrance before breaching.

“Oh, it has been awhile. I thought you were just being modest”, he laughed, your embarrassed expression spurring him forward. He hadn’t expected you to be so tight on just a single digit.

“She feels unsafe, there’s a jackal demon on her floor who keeps”, his finger curled, hitting that bundle of nerves that made your eyes cross, “who is giving her really scary looks.” He bit down again, breaking the skin. You yelled, yanking your leg back but he didn’t release you. “Alastor- please. This is cruel enough.”

“You haven’t even begun to see me be cruel.” He lapped at the wound, finger in you slowly dragging out before entering again. Still bent, it would hit your spongey g-spot with every move. “After that?”

“I had a meeting with Charlie. About the different growth activities.” Eyes closed, you could feel your pleasure slowly inching up that peak. “I needed to organize the files first, so I ate at my desk again.”

His lips cupped your clit as he began to suck. Your hips rose off the bed and his mouth went with you.

“It’s a lot of paperwork, you won’t let me use a computer for it.” His hand pulled back as a second finger joined. The way your cunt was gripping his fingers, he couldn’t imagine how much you’d hiss around his cock. His hips rutted against the air beside the bed, out of your view.

You put your arm over your eyes to hide yourself in some way, breath hitching when his fingers began pumping in and out of you. The moans tumbling from your mouth made Alastor’s grip on you tighten further. His cock leaking into the front of his pants.

When his tongue stopped flitting over your clit you groaned a complaint.

“Ffuuuck, Alastor. D- Uh, Room 127 hates the view o-,” your jaw clenched around the words, “something something blah blah blah —nngh” your head went back, your hips now fully grinding into his mouth. You needed more friction, your orgasm rolling just to the precipice.

His tongue slowed.

“He- he uh, I said he could move,” his fingers curled, pressing over and over into your g-spot, “when he stops being such an asshole. fuck me, please don’t stop—,” you reached down for his head and took a fist full of hair, earning you a surprised moan from him.

Alastor removed his hand from your leg to palm his clothed erection. His nose buried into your bush as his own breathing picked up.

So close.

“-and now I’m here and you’re here,” your words breathy, “and I’m gonna cum—I’m so close, so close,” your lips tingled from the way you were panting.

You choked out a moan as your orgasm reached its climax and pleasure wracked your body. Your grip on his hair stinging, your pussy sucked his fingers in with so much need he closed his eyes and let himself cum against his palm at the thought of his cock in their place. He felt the warmth soak into his pants.

Both of your hands came to your face, too embarrassed to speak.

Alastor placed your shoes and tights beside you, and rested both of his elbows on either side of your head. His weight pressed into you, and you finally looked at him. He was resting his chin on his cradled hands, staring down at you.

With a smug grin and raised his eyebrows he said, “Apology accepted.” He pushed off of you, bringing both fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a wet ‘pop’. “See you in the sun room at 8am! Bring that cheery smile I’ve come to enjoy!” He sunk back into the shadows and was gone.

You looked around, you were back in your office. He’d transported you seamlessly from lying on his bed to lying on your desk.

“Yes, sir.”

*get it? He wanted to “get ahead”… head. The slang for cunnilingus ? I’ll see myself out

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