can i put my mouth on your mouth

Seeing all this stuff about the Alex Tizon discourse is making me wanna throw up. 

Listen. What they did? It’s slavery. We know. We get it.  But it’s not your slavery, it is a product of the broken system which we have been mired in, one which America has been directly complicit in. It’s an unfortunate case, horrifying, not entirely unexpected, but not exactly the norm. The issue here is that foreigners are trying to put words in our mouth and making this discussion about them instead of letting Filipinos process this and have a proper conversation about it without them shutting us down and screaming BUT SLAVERY!!! APOLOGISTS!!! not only that but they’re deliberately misunderstanding our language and honorifics, they are making things out to be something they’re not.

The system is broken. Any Filipino can tell you that. Yelling at us isn’t going to fix it unless you can somehow fix an entire culture with a press of a button and magically remove 400 years of colonialism and oppression, both by foreigners and fellow Filipinos, which has directly contributed to how desperate and helpless our people have become. It just doesn’t work that way.

But what really pisses me off about this? It’s because we’ve already been silenced before. We have been colonized, mistreated, our culture erased and labeled as inferior, our country gutted for resources and labor and this is still happening, just now its happening on more socially acceptable terms. 

Context and the underlying culture does matter, especially when our culture has already been so abused and erased that we have no idea what kind of culture or history we would have had if it hadn’t been beaten out of us by colonizers for 400 years, even the name of our country, our very identity. To this day we still struggle with our identity as a people, with the colonial mentality and nation-wide inferiority complex instilled in us by colonizers.

Keep in mind that every time you yell at us about how culture doesn’t matter, you’re all slavery apologists, without taking into consideration our views, our culture and the system which contributes to this, and how people are still working to correct it despite the fact that progress will likely not come for another 20? 30? years maybe even longer. Progress is slow when you live in a country where every system is designed against you. We are seeing people from a country which oppressed us, attempting to once again erase our narrative and tell us they know better, perhaps then you can forgive us for being wary of foreigners dismissing our culture and views to propagate their own.

Praise Kink

In which Harry is incredibly nervous and y/n knows just how to calm him down.

A/N: WELL I did it. Barely.  I managed to get this finished before Harry’s single dropped so that I’ll be able to freak out in peace tonight.  I hope you enjoy because this is… kinda filthy.  LOVE YA BUY SIGN OF THE TIMES ON ITUNES!

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Angel

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

Word Count:1,976

Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

“Looking for someone?”

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The Compliment Game

(Still writers blocked. Here’s an old story I’ve never posted before, it’s good but I always felt like it deserved a second part and could never come up with one. It works as a one shot but it just could be… y’know?) Eighth Year fic, 3K word count.


“Welcome to detention, lads,” Ruz Yarrow, their new Potions professor, said with a pleasant smile and a lovely Scottish lilt.

Draco kept his gaze locked on his hands in his lap. Harry bit his lip nervously. Professor Yarrow didn’t give detentions out often and they were rumored to the worst. Only no one would say what happened in them, and a bunch of kids with active imaginations only conjured the worst possible scenarios. It was all a little unsettling.

Professor Yarrow had that way about her. She was only five foot five and slight as a wisp, with curly brown hair that was almost always tied back, brown skin and eyes; and yet she was always a bit unnerving. It might have had something to do with the way she always seemed to be smiling like something delightfully awful was just about to happen. She was a very good teacher but took an inordinate amount of glee out of cauldron explosions. Sometimes she even caused them herself, as teaching examples. It was most of the student body’s opinion that the new Potions Professor had a very strange personality indeed.

Professor Yarrow circled around behind them, “See those cauldrons?” she stopped between their shoulders and pointed to the stack of cauldrons reaching the ceiling, stinking of sulfur and dragon liver.

They both nodded and relaxed just a touch, scrubbing cauldrons wasn’t that bad, it was sort of what was expected in a detention.

“Good,” Yarrow went on, “Keep them in mind now, y'hear? During this detention the two of y'are gonna play-” she paused, apparently for effect, “-a compliment game.”

“A what?!” They both blurted, turning around to stare up at her.

Professor Yarrow smiled that gentle unnerving smile of hers, as she walked around back in front of them, “Y'heard me. It’s simple, y'ken. Just take turns give'n each other compliments. If'n y'can’t, or y'say somethin’ a bit rude or cruel, y’ll washs a cauldron wit a dollop of elbow grease, while the rest of us watches you wit scorn and maybe mockery for bein’ a right silly bugger.”

Harry and Draco looked at each other with apprehension.

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Head Canon: Every time someone (usually a man) says something snotty/degrading to the women in Tony’s life, he gasps and covers his mouth and looks at the guy with wide eyes.

Man: Women shouldn’t be allowed to be field agents because they’re weaker than men. It’s a biological thing I’m not being sexist!
Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror*
Maria Hill: *smiles* I’m strong enough to carry your body into the woods.

Man: I just can’t believe we have a woman for our CEO, you know? As a tech company and everything? Tech is a man’s world, after all–
Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror*
Pepper: Didn’t you just ask me how to connect to the whiffee on your tablet? It’s pronounced why-fy by the way. And I can take apart and put back together the three latest Stark Pads and the five latest Stark Phones.

Man: I dunno, I just don’t see why Black Widow is on the team. It’s not like she has anything to add to the team!
Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror*
Natasha: I will snap your neck with my pinky finger alone.

Man: Women don’t belong in STEM!
Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror*
Jane: *snaps pencil, swivels around like a horror movie creature* What did you say!? Tony, are you watching?! I’m about to get a PhD in kicking someone’s ass!

Man: Women have no business– *screams*
Tony: *covers mouth in shock, watches guy fall to the floor spasming*
Darcy: Literally nothing he could have said would have been good. Thanks for the new taser by the way I love it.

Man: It should go back to the way it was, where women stayed at home and kept house! I’m tired of losing jobs to women for some affirmative action bullshit!
Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror*
Sharon: :) It :) would :) be :) a :) shame :) if :) you :) died :)

Steve: *accidentally says something sexist*
Tony: *flailing* HE’S FROM THE FORTIES AND DOESN’T KNOW THAT’S OFFENSIVE!
Literally Every Woman in the Room: *skeptical side-eye*
Steve: D: I apologize! I didn’t realize–I’m trying to learn! I know sometimes I don’t get it right but I am trying. :C
Literally Every Woman in the Room: *takes hand off sidearm*
(Steve is, of course, trying, and he would never be outright sexist but times (and women as a whole!) have changed a lot.)

Man-ssassin: Aw, a little old lady! This job is going to be the easiest I’ve ever had! >:3
Peggy: I won’t hesitate, you bastard. *pulls gun*
Tony: *hears gunshot, gasps in horror* Oh my God. Rest in fucking pieces then I guess.

Like I’m sure Tony could eviscerate any sexist he came across but he doesn’t need to because all of the women in his life are perfectly capable of doing it themselves (and better, sometimes!).

anonymous asked:

Hi i'd like to make a request pls if that's ok! Ok so you know V is like blind, well, what if he walked in on MC naked, and she like froze from shock, and obviously he didn't notice so he just walked in and went to touch her casually and whoops he grabbed her tiddy, how would he react???? <3 thanks bby

You knew V needed your help especially since he moved to a new apartment. After the incident with Rika, he wanted to move to a new place because he was haunted with memories of her. Who can blame him? The person he was in love with for so many years was the cause of his destruction. She ruined the lives of the many RFA members and you hated her with every single cell in your body. You hoped a bear would eat her for breakfast in Alaska. You shared your head trying to not think about the wrecked witch. You went to the pantry and took out the spices you needed to make lunch for V. You cared a lot for V in ways you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but fall for a gentle soul. You pushed your feelings aside because you don’t want things to get awkward between you and V. 

You heard his bedroom door open and you knew the scent of your cooking dragged him to the kitchen. Before you could turn around to guide him to the kitchen, you heard him grunt because he ran into the couch. You just smiled and gently grabbed his hand “How was your nap Jihyun?” you smiled and went slowly around the living room. His grip tighten around your hands “It was good but I was thinking about the conversation we had last night.” he extended his hand to reach for the chair so he can sit “I decided to have the surgery because I need to live my life again. I need to see the beautiful sky and I would love to stare in your eyes”. You turned into a tomato and just coughed “My eyes are basic Jihyun” you giggled while you turned to cabinets to get the plates. You served him lunch and it was peacefully. V really loved your cooking so he just stuffed his face with it. 

You notice the spaghetti sauce was all over his mouth and you reached for a napkin so you can wipe his mouth. V felt the sauce all over his face and he reached to hopefully grabbed a napkin. You put his hand down and leaned over to wipe his face. He hoped to grab your shoulder to get you a tight squeeze so you can know that he was grateful to have you in his life. He thought he was squeezing your shoulder but instead he grabbed your tit. His face had a confused look while he kept squeezing it “MC I think something is wrong with your shoulder, it feels a bit soft and squishy. We need to take you the doctor”. He kept feeling and squeezing till he felt a hard bump. You were just a mess. 

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“Jihyun um thats my” he stopped squeezing and you heard him gasp “tit” you stuttered. 

He still had his hand on your tit and slowly went up to your heart “I was grabbing your heart MC” he gave your chest a few pats and retracted his hand. You bursted out laughing and he did too. You were wheezing and you grabbed his thigh “Im grabbing your heart too Jihyun” and he started to wheeze from laughter. You were rubbing his thigh and gave it a few pats and continued to eat your spaghetti. You picked up the dishes and noticed he had a tint of redness on his check. You just smiled because your dream of Jihyun touching you came half true. 

Dentists

Warnings: Fluffffffffffff

Word Count: 1304

A/n: Just rlly inexcusably cheesy. Like this is not okay. I am persONALLY ashamed by the amount of fluff.

Originally posted by xratherbeyou

You huffed, crossing and uncrossing your legs again as you leaned back in the tiny, uncomfortable chair. Three things you hated the most were doctors, strange drills, and people poking and prodding you and dentistry combined all of those things into one extremely-sanitized, linoleum-floored, overly-expensive hell. Even just sitting in the waiting room was making you feel sick.

How long did it even take to remove wisdom teeth? When Peter, your best friend, had asked you to drive him to the dentist for his appointment, you thought it would be a simple half hour affair but it had been an hour and a half now and he still wasn’t out. You supposed it was because he had waited so long to take them out, but still, it wasn’t that difficult was it?

“Excuse me, Miss?”

You started as a stout man walked towards you, his blue nurse’s scrubs swishing as he walked briskly towards you.

“Yes?”

“You are here with Mr. Maximoff, correct?”

“Yeah, is he alright?” You frowned, were there complications? That would be bad, right?

“Yes he’s fine, don’t worry. Dr. Carlyle just thought that, because it’s taking so long you might want an update.”

“Oh, okay.” You breathed out in relief.

“Peter has all but one wisdom tooth out. His body fought the anesthesia in the beginning, more than any patient I’ve ever seen. His metabolism must be extremely high. Anyways, we upped the dosage which did the trick. He should be out in around ten minutes, but because of the high dosage, he might act a little more out of it than our other patients.”

“Alright, thank you.”

You sat back down, fiddling with your fingers. At least nothing bad happened, he was alright. But then again, there was no telling what Peter might do on all those drugs.

It was another fifteen minutes before Peter came out, a nurse pushing him on a wheelchair with slight difficulty as Peter’s head lolled against the back of the chair, an absent smile glazed across his face.

“Y/n… Is that you?” The silver-haired boy slurred as he craned his neck to see you from where his head was positioned.

“Yes, Peter, it’s me.”

“Aw.” Peter chuckled. “Yes.” He did a small fist pump as you thanked the nurse, taking Peter from him.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes that you’re here. I thought that bald-guy was gonna take me to his home.” He stuttered, jerking a thumb at the nurse. “But now I’m gonna go home with you.”

You smiled, thanking the people at the desk before promptly leaving, letting out a breath of a relief as the door shut behind you.

“So,” You began pushing Peter towards your car, drumming your fingers on the chair’s handles. “How do you feel?”

“Feeling scared.” He held the armrests tighter. “You’re going too fast!”
“What?” You slowed your walk to a crawl.

“Slow down, you’re gonna kill me, woman!” Peter leaned back in the seat, his knuckles white with the strain of gripping the armrests. This was going to be a long day.

After much struggle and more sweat than you’d like to admit, you had successfully made it to the car. Peter sat in the passenger’s seat, looking out the window, his eyes glazed over slightly.

“Hey, Y/n?”

“Yeah, Peter?” You drummed your fingers on the steering wheel, turning into the driveway of the mansion.

“Do you think cars have feelings?”

“What?”

“Like, do cars have-” He waved his hands, wiggling his fingers slightly. “Feelings?”

“Um, I-”

“No!” He raised a finger to your mouth. “Shh. Shhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“I-”

“Cause, uh, I was thinking like, you know when it’s really hot and you turn on the air conditioning so that you don’t die of heat stroke?” He feigned fainting, collapsing against the window and throwing his feet up on the dashboard. “Do you think it hurts the car? I always felt bad, what if it was too much for the car? What if we’re overworking the car, pushing past its limit?”

He was shouting now, accentuating each word with a punch to the car door.

“Peter, cars are designed to work that hard.” You pulled the car into the garage, the engine growling to a halt “Ok, we’re home!”

Peter jumped, leaning across you and fumbling with the lock a couple of times before pressing it down, sighing in relief.

“Ha, now I’ve got you trapped and you have to talk with me!”

“Ok. What.”

“Well, after thinking about if cars can feel I thought what if other things have feelings? Like clothes and stuff.”

You hummed, reaching down and leaning your chair back, pulling your legs into cross beneath you.

“I know you have that t-shirt, that red, button down with all the crazy flowers?” A piece of gauze fell out of his mouth and onto the car seat. “That super ugly one?” He shoved a finger in his mouth, struggling to put the gauze back into place.

“Yeah? My cousin gave it to me.” You chewed your bottom lip. “I’ve only worn it once, to that disco party Jubilee threw last year.”

“Ok, ok, but, do you ever think that maybe, maybe it just…” Peter tipped his head back, blinking away tears. “I mean you never wear it! It just wastes away in the back of your closet, watching as all the other clothes get worn, maybe it just wants to be loved?”

“Peter, I-” You bit back a laugh. “Are you crying?”

“Yeah.” Peter whimpered sniffling softly. “Just a little.”

You rolled your eyes, reaching for the door handle once more.

“Wait, no!”
Peter launched himself forward, into your lap, his body now sprawled across you.

“Don’t go.”

“Okay, okay!” You held your hands up in surrender. “What is it?”

He looked up at you, his brown eyes the color of amber and coffee as he peered through his thick eyelashes. It was moments like these that always threw you off guard. Times when he looked so effortlessly beautiful, especially when it wasn’t expected.

How could he look so good while so unbelievably doped up? The way his feathery platinum locks fell like silk around his shoulders was almost exquisite. And his whole “I-haven’t-slept-in-two-years” look complimented him even when, based on all scientific reasoning, it shouldn’t.

“Y/n?”

You drank in the way his lips formed so perfectly around your name.

“Yeah?”

Gently, as if he were expensive china, you ran your fingers through his hair, each strand shimmering as the light from outside poured in and washed itself over Peter’s face.

“I know I’m probably gonna regret it in the morning but I’m gonna say it anyways, okay?”

You grinned, tracing your index finger down the side of his face and along his jaw.

“Okay.” You breathed out in a barely audible whisper.

“You make me feel good, like really good. You make the bad days easier and… and there’s been a lot of those lately.” He licked his lips, his cinnamon eyes glued to yours the entire time.

“And whenever I hear something funny, I always look around to see if you think it’s funny too, even when you’re not there. And at night, when I’m cold or alone, I always reach out, expecting you to be there for some reason. When you’re happy, it makes me happy. And when you cried watching that Harry Potter movie the other night, even though I wasn’t watching the movie, seeing you cry, it felt like my heart was breaking.”

You breathed in slowly, scanning his face for any emotion, any sign to tell you where this was going.

“And I can’t help but think the same thing every time I see you.” He smiled reaching up and grasping a strand of hair between his fingers, twisting it slowly.

“I love her.”

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Cans and Can’ts of Ramadaan ♥

Sometimes it is just confusing, so this is here to, in shaa Allah, help you out ♥

Q: Can I use eyedrops or the Sunnah Kohl (eyeliner) during fast?

A: According to the most popular view, it does not.

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen said:

Shaykh al-Islam Ibn Taymiyah was of the view that kohl does not break the fast, not even if the taste of the kohl reaches the throat. He said, this is not called food or drink, and it is not like food or drink, and it does not have the same effect as food or drink. There is no saheeh hadeeth from the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) which expressly indicates that kohl breaks the fast, and the basic principle is that it does not break the fast. An act of worship remains valid unless it is proven that it is invalidated. What he said is correct, even if a person can taste it in his throat. Based on the view favoured by Shaykh al-Islam, if a person puts drops in his eyes whilst fasting and tastes it in his throat, that does not break his fast.
(Al-Sharh al-Mumti’, 6/382)

Q: If I take wudu (abolition) and rinse my mouth, do I have no spit out all traces of water so that I do not swallow any

A: No, spit out the unnecessary water in your mouth, but do not spit constantly so much it becomes unreasonable. 

Q: Can I use moisturiser on my face?

A: Yes you can

Q: If I eat something by accident, do I break my fast?

A: No, you may continue fasting

Narrated Abu Huraira:
The Prophet (pbuh) said:
“If somebody eats or drinks forgetfully then he should complete his fast, for what he has eaten or drunk, has been given to him by Allah.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I wear makeup during fast?

A: If you are around non-Mahram men, then you cannot.

“And not to show off their adornment.” 
Quran (24:31)
And do not display yourselves like that of the times of ignorance.”
Quran (33:33)

Q: Can I wear makeup after Iftar, infront of non-Mahram men, because then I am not fasting?

A: Please read above Q&A

Q: Is rudeness in behavior and/or speech tolerated in Ramadaan?

A: No

Narrated Abu Huraira:
The Prophet (ﷺ) said,
“Whoever does not give up forged speech and evil actions, Allah is not in need of his leaving his food and drink (i.e. Allah will not accept his fasting.)”
(Sahih al –Bukhari)

Q: Can I kiss and embrace (not have sexual relation) my husband/wife while I am fasting?

A: Yes, regarding your self-control

Narrated `Aisha:

The Prophet (pbuh) used to kiss and embrace (his wives) while he was fasting, and he had more power to control his desires than any of you.
Said Jabir: “The person who gets discharge after casting a look (on his wife) should complete his fast.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Narrated Hisham’s father:
Aisha said, “Allah’s Messenger (pbuh) used to kiss some of his wives while he was fasting,” and then she smiled.
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I have sexual relations with my husband/wife during the nights of Ramadaan, after Iftar?

A: Yes, as Allah SWT says in the Quran

It is made lawful for you to have sexual relations with your wives on the night of As-Sawm(the fasts).
They are Libaas [i.e. body-cover, or screen, or Sakan (i.e. you enjoy the pleasure of living with them] for you and you are the same for them. 
Allah knows that you used to deceive yourselves, so He turned to you (accepted your repentance) and forgave you. So now have sexual relations with them and seek that which Allah has ordained for you (offspring), and eat and drink until the white thread (light) of dawn appears to you distinct from the black thread (darkness of night), then complete your Sawm (fast) till the nightfall”
Quran (2:187)

Q: Can we skip Suhur and sleep instead?

A: It is not preferred

Narrated Anas bin Malik:
The Prophet (ﷺ) said,
“Take Suhur as there is a blessing in it.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Can I delay Iftar?

A: No

Narrated Sahl bin Sa`d:
Allah’s Messenger (pbuh) said,
“The people will remain on the right path as long as they hasten the breaking of the fast.”
(Sahih al-Bukhari)

Q: Should I feel insulted when people eat and drink infront of me?

A: No

If you have any other questions about Ramadaan, please drop me a message in the ask-box and I will in shaa Allah get back to you ♥

I wish you a wonderful, Emaan increasing, Barakah reaping, happy, joyous and fruitful Ramadaan, Ameen ♥

Making it count on the first date...

[Was inspired by a Tumblr friend to write this story.]

We made out in the Uber on the way to my place from our first date: dinner, swing dancing, wine, and a little grab-ass when we thought no one was looking. We barely made it through the door to my apartment without your pinning me to the door and ravaging me in front of the neighbors. But we make it inside and skip the tour: my bed is the only stop either of us is interested in.

I sit next to you and, even though we just spent a 30 minute drive making out – come to think of it…it shouldn’t have taken that long to get here…was our driver enjoying the show? – well, after all that, I still start by looking deeply into your eyes with my hands on either side of your face and pressing my lips gently to yours. Our hunger takes over once again, and your hands begin to wander across my body. But I grab them in mine and hold them behind your back.

As I break our kiss, your mouth strains to reclaim mine, but I’ve begun to make my way down to your neck. Then to your collarbone. Then I release your hands and put my own at the bottom of your top and search your eyes for permission to remove it. My answer comes in a half-feral grunt and an emphatic nod. And so I pull your top up and our mouths reconnect for a moment while I remove your bra, before I begin the journey back down.

Slowly.

Teasingly and tantalizingly slowly.

But once I’ve kissed down your sternum, I take one breast in my warm hand as I lavish the other with firm, wet licks from my tongue and gentle sucks from my hungry mouth.

I switch back and forth between them as I feel you straining for more, writhing in eagerness for what is to come.

I kiss my way back up your sternum. To your collarbone. To your neck. To your earlobe. And finally to your mouth. My hands play with the waistband of your bottoms, teasing them down as I begin my journey back down your body, leaving even more kisses everywhere, worshiping you. I pull your bottoms and panties down, carefully unrwapping this gift from the gods without stopping my kissing pilgrimage down your body.

I stop at the mound of your pussy and reverse course. Your hands snap to my shoulders and push them down in frustration. My own hand finds your right nipple and begins to brush it. You lose your grip on my shoulders and I tease my way back up your body, a wicked grin on my face.

As my tongue flicks your nipple, my hands start to caress your thighs. As as I work my way down the path of kisses I’ve created so thoroughly, my hands move slowly up your thighs until they almost meet at your dripping wet pussy.

You spread your legs wider as my hands move up and as my mouth approaches your eager sex. And as you feel my breath, hot with desire against your pouting lips, my head turns to the side and plants a kiss on your inner thigh.

And then the other.

And while I did that, my hand slides up to your pussy and spreads your lips wide.

And then I take my first taste.

Long, slow, broad licks with my whole tongue, alternated with zig-zags across your lips, avoiding your clit for the moment. But as I sense you are ready, I suck gently on your clit and slide just one finger inside you. Your warmth is overwhelming. I bring you to the first of what I hope will be many orgasms this evening.

Sated for the moment, if only slightly, you begin the task of undressing me. While you unbutton my shirt, we kiss, and you can taste your essence on my tongue. Finally shed of my clothes as well, we embrace, finally feeling each other’s warmth without barrier.

As hard as it is to break away from our first uninhibited embrace, you want to feel and see my rigid cock for the first time, so you muster the strength to pull away from my kiss. Your hands slide down my chest to my tummy to my pelvis, with none of the patience I’ve just shown. You feel it radiating heat before you actually touch my cock, which is straining for attention and leaking precum.

You stare for a second, taking it in, before your own sodden and swollen sex reminds you what you’re after. Your hand grasps the base of it and you extend your tongue for a taste of the pearl of clear fluid just emerging from the tip of my uncut cock.

Your eyes find mine as your prepare to take the head into your warm mouth. I nod. My hand grips your shoulder ever so slightly.

And as you close your mouth over it, you lost my eyes, which have rolled back with the rest of my head. My grip on your shoulder tightens perceptibly. You take only a few short treks up and down my shaft before I pull you back up to eye level and whisper in your hear that you can have more of that later.

“First, I need you to put our first child inside you,” I whisper hotly into your ear, my voice ragged with desire and need.

I feel you shudder as you comprehend my words and my hands grasp your hips, both to steady you and to claim you. I take my place atop you once again as I pull my hands up the sides of your torso to your underarms and then up your arms, extending them above your head as we kiss madly. Each of my hands finds its partner at the end of your arms and grasps tightly, fingers intertwining.

I bring all our hands together just above your head. Our kisses continue, and your hips gyrate madly under mine, straining now for what I’ve promised.

I free one of my hands and leave the other holding both your wrists against the mattress. The free hand finds your left nipple. As you arch your back in response to this newest stimulus, I thrust my hips toward you, dragging my cock against your aching mound.

Unsure which direction to push toward, my hand or my cock, you are left to buck wildly under me, whimpering and desperate for me to finally push into you.

I linger here for an exquisite moment, my mouth on yours, enjoying the control I’m about to so thoroughly lose. For as soon as I slip inside you, I know I’ll lose myself to you. But for the moment, I revel in it.

I break our kiss and pin down your hips with mine, my cock resting against your mound. My eyes find yours. Hunger and passion and desire have given mine a fierce glow.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand. My voice shaking from the anticipation.

“You,” you reply.

“And?”

Your hips adjust under me, trying to coax me inside. “Your cock. I want your cock.”

“Why?”

My mouth nibbles your ear lobe before you can reply, sending a small shock-wave through you.

“Fuck!” you shout. “Because I’m ready to be the mother of your children. Because I need to be. Because if you don’t put a baby in me right now I’m going to pin you down and take it myself.”

“Maybe the next one,” I say as I shift my body down and allow my cock to rest just at the entrance to your pussy. I can feel your warmth. Your slickness. You’re ready. The trail of precum I’ve left along your mound is evidence of my own eagerness.

My free hand returns to the hands above your head. We intertwine fingers again and I push both hands into the mattress. 

“Oh god, fucking take me!” I hear you growl, in a voice I’ve never heard before.

The reaction of my body is immediate and involuntary. My hips thrust forward and the head of my cock finally finds its way into your passage.

The heat generated by this moment is satisfying. We both lose some of the tension that has built up in our muscles. But as the tension dissipates, we lose none of the drive. Your body has eased the path for my invading cock to make its way toward your pouting and hungry cervix.

As I bury myself entirely inside you, my balls press up against you, and you know that I’m all the way in. Your mouth reaches for mine.

I kiss back, but this kiss is unlike the others we’ve shared to this point. It is as though I might devour you with this kiss. And as we kiss my hips start to find a rhythm pumping into you. Staccato. Hard. Fast. Purposeful. Each one punctuated with a grinding of my hips against you, as though I were trying to push my entire being inside you.

My kiss has become ravenous. I find your breasts with my mouth as I continue to thrust into you.

“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” you shout. I only growl in response, redoubling my thrusts. You’re meeting each with your own, pushing back against me.

As I feel your pussy clench around my cock, you exclaim, “Aah! I’m cumming!” And that sends me into a blinding orgasm. 

My hips stop thrusting with my cock buried as far as it’s ever been inside you. 

My red-hot cum shoots straight at your cervix. 

Your spasms drink in my sperm, assuring that one of them will find its target.

We stay like this for what feels like forever. Shaking and panting and cumming.

When I’ve regained my senses, I grab a pillow from the bed and place it under your hips. Elevating you to make sure none of my cum is wasted.

“I love you,” I whisper into your ear as I nuzzle into your neck. “And so will the baby we just made.” My left hand rests on your tummy, already protective of the child I’m certain I’ve put there.

Man Discovers His ‘Invisible Advantage’ at Work After He Switches Email Signatures with a Female Colleague

A Pennsylvania man learned just how much subtle sexism women endure in the workplace when he and a female colleague conducted a surreptitious experiment that led to eye-opening results.

Martin Schneider opened up about the experiment in a series of tweets Thursday that have since gone viral, explaining what he learned when he and then-colleague Nicole Hallberg switched email signatures for a week.

“I was in hell,” Schneider wrote on Twitter. “Everything I asked or suggested was questioned. Clients I could do in my sleep were condescending. One asked if I was single.”

Hallberg, meanwhile, had a decidedly different experience.

“I had one of the easiest weeks of my professional life,” she wrote on Medium for a story she wrote about her experience. “He … didn’t.”

Schneider explained in his tweets that the whole experiment came about after he noticed a client was talking to him rudely, and couldn’t figure out why until he realized that their shared inbox meant he was inadvertently signing emails as “Nicole.”

So one day I’m emailing a client back-and-forth about his resume and he is just being IMPOSSIBLE. Rude, dismissive, ignoring my questions.

— Martin R. Schneider (@SchneidRemarks) March 9, 2017

When he explained to the client in email that he was actually talking to “Martin” instead of “Nicole” he said there was an “immediate improvement.”

“Positive reception, thanking me for suggestions, responds promptly, saying ‘great questions!’ Became a model client,” Schneider tweeted.

“Note,” he also tweeted. “My technique and advice never changed. The only difference was that I had a man’s name now.”

Schneider, who supervised Hallberg, also explained that after their experiment he finally understood why it took her longer to get work done — an issue he says irked their mutual boss.

“I showed the boss and he didn’t buy it. I told him that was fine, but I was never critiquing her speed with clients again,” he wrote.

I wasn’t any better at the job than she was, I just had this invisible advantage.

— Martin R. Schneider (@SchneidRemarks) March 9, 2017

Hallberg, meanwhile, writes in her Medium post that while Schneider might have been shocked by the results of their experiment, she was, well, not.

“I would like the record to show that I have the filthiest mouth in the tri-state area, and one of my pasttimes has always been trying to come up with jokes off-color enough that I can actually embarrass Marty,” she wrote. “I would also like the record to show that I developed a trucker’s mouth and bawdy sense of humor precisely because I’ve always had to act ‘like a man’ to be found funny and be accepted in male spaces.”

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Schneider put it in ever starker terms: “For me, this was shocking. For her, she was USED to it. She just figured it was part of her job.”

“I wasn’t any better at the job than she was,” he also wrote. “I just had this invisible advantage.”

How To Kiss

So, I had a sultry, sexy intro devised to transition into this topic, but I’m sure you saw the picture I made for this, so let’s not beat around the bush. Today, I am going to teach you three things, which I have learned through great personal hardship combined with extensive research. But first, I know you have questions. Can I be trusted? Who am I to tell you how to kiss? Do I know how to kiss? Umm. Yes. But I have made a kisser’s resume for you, right here:

  • has lips
  • has kissed a good number of boys. Not prudish. Not slutty (Not that those labels are even slightly relevant or meaningful. No thank you, patriarchy). 
  • but seriously I’ve done some kissing in my day
  • the last three guys I kissed ALL TOLD ME I WAS A GOOD KISSER
  • numbers like that don’t lie

I rest my case. Now. Let it begin. My first topic is:

INITIATING KISSING

Okay, there are basically two ways you can do this: direct and indirect. Directly, you are the initiator of kisses. You put your mouth on his/her mouth. Indirect, you do some hair-twirling, eye-lash batting magic and make them kiss you. 

DIRECT INITIATION

A big goal here is to not kiss anyone who doesn’t want to kiss you. That sounds terrible for every involved party. So. To make your intentions clear (but not like, weirdly clear) do the following:

  1. Touch. Anything from a casual physical contact while talking, or taking their arm while walking, or holding hands is a great way to indicate interest, and to break the touch barrier and make it a smooth transition into PUTTING YOUR MOUTH ON THEIR MOUTH. Sorry. I got excited. 
  2. Get close. Lean in while talking, snuggle up when appropriate. Physical closeness is the perfect precursor to any kiss.
  3. Optional: hand on face. I’m a fan of hand on face because it makes your intentions oh-so-clear, it helps to guide you in, and it also is just plain nice, as a kiss recipient. Other options include hand on waist, hand on shoulder, hand under chin, whichever strikes your fancy.
  4. Optional, again: ask. Some people hate to be asked, but it can be polite and sweet. If you’re uncertain, asking doesn’t hurt. Or just say, “I’d really like to kiss you,” or pay a genuine and personal compliment, like, “you’re so beautiful,” or “you’re incredible, you know that?” with lots of eye contact and coy smiling. 
  5. Close your eyes. Trust yourself to get your mouth safely to its destination. 
  6. Put your lips on their lips! Always closed mouth at first. For the love of all that is holy, go in with your mouth closed. Please don’t terrorize the kissing population with an open mouth on impact.

INDIRECT INITIATION

The steps for direct and indirect initiation are going to look the same for a while.

Except instead of step three, you’re going to do the eyes-mouth-eyes gaze maneuver, a maneuver which has never failed me. I repeat, never failed. So, here we go: The eyes-mouth-eyes gaze maneuver. It is shockingly self explanatory. You, at a reasonably close distance, look at their eyes, smile a little, hold for a second, look at their mouth, maintaining mysterious smile, and then look back to their eyes if they aren’t already kissing you. Which they should be. Because this maneuver is like, universal code for “kiss me now, please.” If the maneuver fails, it is easily transitioned out of, and makes for great flirting regardless of outcome.

Now, my second topic of conversation:

MOVE YOUR MOUTH AND HANDS IN PLEASANT WAYS

Now that you have achieved your goal, your lips are touching, it’s all about what you do with those lips. Kissing does come down to personal preference a lot of the time, but I’ve listed a few good things to do, and a few bad things to do, with both mouth and hands. 

GOOD THINGS TO DO

  • Pay attention to their responses. Match pace, and force. You can take the lead, but be a benevolent leader. No need to scare anyone with kissing too hard or fast too soon. That’s how you get your teeth clinked on their teeth, which is rookie stuff. 
  • Know where to put your hands. For girls, this mostly means small of her back, her face, and her hair. A hand in your hair, or playing with a girl’s hair while kissing is delightful. For guys, this will be his back, shoulders, and face and hair, again. It’s super nice. If you’re brave, there are other places for hands to be, but as far as a polite, basic kiss, this is what you need to know.
  • Use your tongue nicely. Which means intermittently, and not too forcefully. Use it to trace one of their lips; use it gently and play it by ear. 
  • Let it come naturally. Kissing is not difficult; it’s almost instinctive. Have faith in yourself. However, when it comes to tongue, err on the side of caution.

BAD THINGS TO DO

  • GO IN WITH AN OPEN MOUTH. Don’t, don’t ever. This is scary.
  • Too hard, too fast. Ease into it, tiger. If you rush in, guns blazing, people get scared.
  • Ignore signals. Your partner will usually kiss the way they want to be kissed, and so should you. Listen to each other. This also goes for hands; if a partner puts their hands where they are not welcome, just take them and guide them back. This should be enough of a hint. The opposite is also true; be aware and respectful of boundaries. 
  • All tongue, all the time. Change it up, and for the love of god don’t leave your tongue limp in their mouth. That’s terrible. 

END A KISS

In writing this, I realized I don’t actually remember how most kisses end. However I don’t remember it ever being awkward, which means it’s probably pretty instinctive. Just be nice, all the time; that’s the best advice there is. Whether it’s a non-committal make out or a kiss you hope to repeat, smile a lot, be nice, and leave them wanting more. 

As always, I hope this helps! Go out, put your lips on one another, kiss passionately and without remorse. Heaven knows I do. 

With Love, 

Kate

Children Don’t Do The Things I Do

Originally posted by jamiebarnes

Pairing: Bucky x younger Reader

Warnings: SMUT GOOD LORD, lil bit of sir!kink, spanking, hair pulling, swearing, orgasm denial, reader dresses like a little girl (idk what that’s called lmao)

Summary: Reader is much younger than Bucky. The youngest Avenger at that. They come home from grocery shooping just to overhear Bucky, Tony, Clint, and Steve talking about her and her childishness.

Word Count: 1,994

 

A/N: Reader is 18+ and i literally know nothing about anything hahahah

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What I Learned on My Food Animal Medicine and Surgery Rotation

-          You should always wear earbuds when working with pigs. They can be LOUD.

-          Apparently I have zero cognitive function when checking on ICU patients at 4am in the morning. Go figure.

-          You could probably take a cow’s intestine out, step on it with muddy boots, put it back in, and it would be fine.  They are hardy little critters.

-          Don’t EVER take off needle caps with your mouth, or touch your mouth with poopy hands while working with cows. You will get crypto (fecal-oral zoonotic disease that will give you the poops for week), and you will die. (not really but you will want to die).

-          A rectal palpation (to check pregnancy or other organ status) is not as gross as you think, but is way harder than you think (“Is that squishy thing the cervix or the rumen? What about the other squishy thing near the possible squishy kidney?”).

-          If a cow has feet problems, then a common way to examine them is to put them in a rotating table where they are on their side and their feet are easily assessable. Seriously!

-          No matter how hygienic I am, I am constantly worried I will get a zoonotic disease. Crypto, Brucella, Q fever, oh my!!

-          Blood draws from pigs commonly occur from the cranial vena cava and is a mostly blind stick. How. Terrifying.

-          An Alpaca’s young is called a cria, and alpacas giving birth is called criation (pronounced “creation” I kid you not!).

-          Taking a blood sample from a caudal tail vein is easier than one might think.

-          You really shouldn’t drink unpasteurized milk. There are SO many diseases you can get that pasteurization prevents.

-          Sheep and goats have rectangular pupils.

-          Some alpacas are freaking drama queens.

-          A lot of cow surgeries can be done with them standing up!

-          A real accomplishment of the day would be to not leave the hospital with rumen juice, alpaca spit, or poop on my coveralls/face.

Double Shot - Part 2

Characters - Steve x Reader, OFCs (@bovaria & me), Thor Odinson, Bucky Barnes

Word Count - 1411

Warnings - Language

AU - Coffee Shop

A/N - Did I meantion that this is supposed to be a drab series? I keep hitting over 1k words but yeah. I’m not gonna lie, this is my favorite part so far that I’ve written. Stick with me, there will be more Steve. As I’ve said - slow burn! Enjoy the ride.

Part 1

Your days off were the most cherished days of the week. It was the time that you could just relax, spend time with your friends and not have to be on your feet for nine hours at a time. You did, however, find yourself waking up way earlier than you wanted to.

Though it was a solid five hours after your normal rising time, you were stirred from your sleep by the sound of a voice singing loudly from downstairs. Knowing who it was didn’t make matters any better; you couldn’t be mad at her if you wanted to. It was nearly eleven at this point, but you really wanted to get a bit more sleep. Grabbing one of your pillows, you rolled onto your stomach and squeezed it around your head in an attempt to drown out her voice, but it was no use. Accepting defeat, you got out of bed and started for the door.

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anonymous asked:

Would you consider writing andreil with neil hating that people call andrew a monster and kind of blows up after keeping it bottled in and then maybe a littlr bit later they witness andreil being cute with each other mainly andrew being nice to neil (cause lets face it in his own way he is) and theyre kinda like fuck neil is right about how andrew treats him (just cause he doesnt like other people doesnt mean hes a bad boyfriend)

It’s been ages since I wrote Andreil, so I hope I’m not too rusty! Enjoy!

Neil loved his family. They kept him moving and let him be who he was, no questions asked. The treated him like he was their equal and like nothing from his past mattered. With them, all that mattered was who he was on the court. Neil Josten.

Which is what made it so fucking annoying when they didn’t extend the same courtesy to Andrew.

Andrew, who had saved their asses on the court more than a few times. Andrew, who kept Neil grounded when all he wanted to do was run. Andrew, who made promises and never once faltered.

Neil could take a lot. What bothered him more was the fact that Andrew didn’t give a damn what they said about him. Still, he knew Andrew didn’t want Neil to fight his battles for him, so he kept his mouth shut.

As finals drew closer, though, Neil felt his nerves growing thinner and thinner and he knew a break in his short temper was inevitable.

It came one day at lunch, as he picked at at his sandwich and reviewed some equations while trying to ignore the freshman at his table. His head snapped up, though, at the mention of Andrew’s name.

“I asked him to move his racquet off of my locker and he just stared at me until I walked away. It was so weird. What is his damage, anyway?”

Neil sighed audibly in what he hoped was a subtle attempt to get them to shut up, since he already didn’t like the attention that came from being vice-captain and didn’t want to attract any more.

True to form, though, Jack couldn’t resist opening his mouth at the worst times. If he wasn’t such an asshole, Neil bet Andrew would compare them. “You better just steer clear of him altogether. They don’t call him the monster for nothing. He’d probably slam your skull into the wall for fun if you gave him the chance.”

Neil didn’t look away from his book as he said, very civilly, “Shut the fuck up, Jack.”

Of course, though, Jack just smirked and went on, “Wow, Cap. I know you have a lot of problems, but I didn’t know Stockholm Syndrome was one of them. Or is it just that he’s the only one demented enough to enjoy looking at your fucked up face?”

Neil closed his book in a way that he thought showed great restraint considering how he was imagining Jack’s neck was between the pages. “Jack. I understand that your constant need for my attention stems from a lack of intimacy in your childhood. Honestly, though, that’s par for the course on this team, so it doesn’t give you any special privileges. So I highly suggest that you remember that if I or Andrew thought you were worth taking care of, we are more than capable of doing so. As such, you don’t even register on his radar because seven months in, you have yet to score on him. Find a new hobby. I’m bored.”

He didn’t bother to wait for Jack’s response before getting up and walking away.

Brynn walked quickly, cursing how far away the stadium was from the dorms. It felt like everyone on this team had a car except her, which usually wasn’t a big deal except for right now, when she forgot her phone at the stadium and didn’t realize it until 11 PM. She didn’t ask anyone because she figured if Neil ran there sometimes, how far could it really be?

She had seriously miscalculated.

Once she finally got to the stadium, she punched in the security code and headed for the locker room, hoping someone was in there cleaning or something so she wouldn’t have to break in. Before she made it there, though, she heard the sound of voices coming from the guys’ locker room.

“My hand is fine, Andrew.”

“Then you won’t mind me looking at it.”

Shit. She hadn’t banked on anyone being here this late, let alone them, but in retrospect, it figured. She pressed herself against the wall and stayed very still to listen.

A bored voice said, “Learning curve. Non-existent.”

“You knew that going in.”

“Why do I put up with you?”

“My pretty face?”

“Mm. Except for your mouth.”

“Really? I can think of a few exceptions.”

“Stop talking.”

At the sound of them kissing, she let out an involuntary squeak. They stopped as she clapped her hand over her mouth and scrambled to move away from the door. She trembled a bit as Andrew came out of the locker room, but he didn’t seem concerned with her so much as keeping a hand out to shield Neil in case of danger. She had never thought of him as needing protecting, but if this was the side of Andrew Neil saw, she could sort of understand.

Once Neil came into the doorway, he immediately switched into Captain mode. “Brynn? What are you doing here this late?”

“My-my phone. I, uh, left my phone in the locker room.”

Neil sighed. “I’ll unlock it for you and then we’ll give you a ride home.”

She expected Andrew to protest and leave her to walk home, but he just headed off in the direction of the parking lot. As they went to join him, Brynn timidly said, “I’m sorry for what we said about him at lunch the other day.”

Neil shrugged. “Jack’s an asshole. I’m not counting on him getting better. But it’s nothing I didn’t expect.”

She nodded and stayed quiet the rest of the walk. And if on the drive home, if she saw Andrew’s gaze turn to Neil thought to herself that she’d misjudged them both, she kept it to herself.

Once when I had to go to summer camp, I was forced to participate in a mandatory cooking contest. I was like 3 years older than the second oldest kid and was annoyed and bored all week so I was like

u know what I’ll bake you a fuckin cake.

So I got my sib and a kid who thought I was cool to be on my team and under my leadership we made a salt cake. I’m talking like 3 cups of salt, that shit was inedible. your brain would make you spit it out before you registered what you put in your mouth.

after it came out of the oven we decorated it nicely. It looked like a normal cake. When it was time to judge it we were cracking up, so the judges were like “seems sketchy but how bad can it be” so they all took spoonfuls that were an entire mouthful size

the judges were sitting on picnic table near the beach and 2 out of 3 of them turned around and immediately spit the cake into the ocean (probably raising the saltiness of that beach.) the 3rd judge spat it out into his napkin.

they then grabbed the previous entry and started shoving it in their mouths to get rid of the taste.

we did not win the contest but i definitely felt like I won

a few years later i was a camp counselor and I brought in a cake for the kids to try.

Anyway, I think Taako would do that.

It Takes Two (3) - Negan Imagine

Chapter Summary: Rick and the group begin to question how trustworthy you really are, which ends up taking a toll on you.

Pairing: Negan x Reader

Prompt: You live in Alexandria with your very sassy daughter, Riley. After Negan takes over, Riley grows to be the one and only person that challenges him - and to say the least, he loves it.

Word Count: 2k

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Warnings & A/N: i love turning my fics into soap operas, yes,10/10. | no warnings

Theme: Angst + Fluff

Playlist | Tags: (if you want off or on the tag list let me know!) @negan–is–god @deepsouth @haleyea @purplemuse89 @talyatooturnt @bamby0304 

Chapters:

One, Two, Four, Five, Six


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Negan followed you down the staircase, sighing as he met Rick’s gaze.

“Rick, Rick, Rick - my best pal, how have you been?” he said, a grin on his face. Rick looked between the two of you, brows furrowed, “What are you doing here?” he asked, hands on his hips. Negan’s face turned up in confusion, “Wow, Rick - I can’t come by and say hello to my favorite duo here?” he said, gesturing to you and Riley.

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Down For The Count: Min Yoongi

Prompt:  Jungkook/Taehyung/Jimin/Namjoon/Hoseok/Yoongi/Seokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word  Count:

Warning: 800

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Rebound

Genre: smut, kinda fluffy maybe? Warnings: blackmail, daddy kink, uh I think that’s it REBOUND

“c'mon, dan, you haven’t gotten laid in months, you need to get over Jason, and moving on begins with having sex with strangers. Safe sex of course” I stare blankly at pj from my place in the crevice of my couch. “Are you done now?” He sighs, “yes,” “good” I turn back to my computer only to have it snatched away from me. Looking up, I see pj running down the hallway into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door. I run after him, stopping to knock at the door, “I’m already over him! What are you gonna do with my computer anyway?” “Yeah ok and that’s why you haven’t even gotten out of this damned apartment after the hour of 7? Sure. And my dear dear Danny, remember that video you accidentally sent me that you meant to send to Jason? You know, the one of you fingering yourself? No?” My hands clam up and my jaw tightens, he wouldn’t. “Well I do, and it just so happens that I kept it cause I knew I’d need to black mail you sooner or later, and you see, the only thing I don’t have is your mom’s email, which is conveniently on this computer. So what do you say Danny? Mom watches a video of you with your fingers up your ass moaning ‘daddy’ or you go out and have someone put their fingers up your ass while you moan ‘daddy’?” My fists clenched, throat tight with anxiety, I knew what the clear choice was, “ok, asshole, come pick out what I’m wearing, I’m not putting in any extra work” I hear a grunt of joy and then the door flings open to reveal a smiling pj.

—-

I nervously walk into the vibrantly colored gay club, my jeans are too tight and my dick feels like it’s suffocating in its confines. I turn towards pj only to find that he is no longer next to me, or even around me for that matter. Whatever, I’ll just sit at the bar and wait until he’s had his fun. Walking up to bar, I take a seat and my eyes catch with the most vibrant blue I’ve ever seen. Wow, ok this guy is so hot, Jesus, he comes up to me and I don’t know what I was expecting but “what can I get you to drink, sir?” was not it, until I realized, to my embarrassment, that he was behind the bar because he’s a bartender. Obviously. And now I’d been staring at him for a solid 10 seconds and he was giving me a weird look, “uh sorry, I’ll just have a sprite please” he nodded and then handed my drink over to me, “anything else?” ‘Your number??? A good fuck??’ He laughs and it’s only then that I realize I had spoken out loud, “oh god that’s so embarrassing I’m sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out of my mouth” “hm. Well my break is in five minutes and I figure I can find something else to put in your mouth. How’s that sound, baby boy?” A whimper makes it way past my lips and I nod, watching him smirk and quickly turn away. I tap at the counter and bounce my foot nervously for what feels like an hour before I feel a possessive dominant hand on my lower back, pushing me off the bar stool and sending a shiver down my spine. “C'mon, darling” I let him lead me out a door and into a hallway, past several other doors until we finally stopped at one and he pushed it open to reveal a bedroom, and I turn to him curiously, “it’s a strip club baby, they’re called private rooms” I nod and he comes closer to me, and I’m lost in his eyes again, before he pushes me up against the wall and kisses at my neck. “Oh god” I moan, “so easy to get worked up, look at you, already hard in your pants” I nod feverishly into his shoulder, hands gripping his shirt in tight fists. “I’m d-dan” I gasp out through moans as he continues to mark my neck, “phil, you’ll have that name memorized by the time we’re done here, angel” I tug at his shirt and before I know it we’re on the bed, naked bodies slick with sweat, pressed together and I’m begging him, “please , please phil please touch me” he reaches over to grab a bottle of lube and a condom from the bed side table and I hear the cap popping open before I feel a cool, smooth finger probing my entrance, “yes god, yes daddy please put it in” it takes a moment for me to register what I’d said before I’m blushing and phil is letting out a loud moan, “god call me that again that’s so hot baby, daddy loves when you beg for his fingers in your hot, tight hole” the first finger burns but I’m quickly asking for another and another and we’re both moaning and then he hits my prostate, and I’m screaming “DADDY! Daddy daddy please im ready please please fill me up with your nice cock daddy I need it please” burying his face in my neck, I whimper when his fingers leave me to prep himself and then I feel his tip at my entrance, “you ready?” His whispers in my ear and it’s so soft and caring I almost forget that I don’t know anything about him, almost forget that all he wants is my body “yes, phil please” he enters me slowly, carefully, gently and it’s uncomfortable but once he’s bottomed out, he stops and the burn subsides, leaving a flaming pleasure. “Move move please I can take it” his first thrust is soft and slow but I’m begging and eventually the pace is quick and unrelenting, his hand grips tight enough for his knuckles to turn white around the headboard and I’m clinging to him and pushing back on his every thrust “god baby doing so well for me, taking my cock so well, you’re so tight baby doll” the praise sends shocks through me, bringing me to the edge, “I’m close so close daddy phil please can I cum please let me cum I’ll be so good” he moans, raw and untamed, “god you’re perfect. cum, cum for me without even touching yourself, such a perfectly good little boy cumming from just my cock, I’m close” I cum all over our stomachs, my muscles tensing and hole clenching around his cock, sending him over the edge with me, until his shallowly moving inside me, our breaths still out of control, and then he’s rolling off me “god you were perfect” I blush at his statement, “you were too” with a sigh, he pulls me back into his chest, effectively squishing my face into his neck. And I think, maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t such a bad idea. I’ll have to thank pj later.