I’m sure it was sent bc of the description on my latest picture. My response to you, @wem151, is that I like her 1st hairdo best and I don’t like her with long hair. BUT I do find cute the fact that it makes her look even more like Byakuya.
So bc of this ask, an image of Rukes joking about looking like him after her promotion came to my mind. Then I had to draw it - thanks for the inspiration! :)
(I know that Byaku isn’t the type to smile & I always draw him smiling, but it’s just that I like to think he does smile softly when he sees Rukia being really happy.)
I wanna sleep next to you…But that's all I wanna do right now...
Note. For the purpose of this work Liv never opened Aaron’s phone she just hid it from Robert.
So @aarondingel and I made you guys a present - We hope you like it! Enjoy part 1:
Aaron was exhausted. His family
were a lot to deal with most
days but today had been especially hard and all he’d really wanted to do was go
to bed with his husband. He just wanted to sleep for a week wrapped up in
Robert’s safe arms and after they’d both had all the sleep they could, he
wanted to spend some quality time getting to know his husband’s body again. But
unfortunately, that wasn’t going to happen for a little while because Robert
had been dragged off somewhere,
by an upset Noah of all people.
While no one was paying
attention, Aaron snuck into the backroom of the pub and collapsed down onto the
couch, with his newly charged phone in his hand. He knew he’d only been away
weeks, compared to the
months it could have been but it felt longer. Aaron had felt so disconnected
from everyone and everything when he was inside but even he had to laugh about
how gutted he’d been that his phone’s battery was dead when he got home and
tried to check it.
It’s not like anyone would have
been contacted him.
Everyone who mattered knew he’d been sent down and yet when he finally had
enough battery charge to turn his phone on, the number of messages waiting for
him surprised him. They couldn’t all be from Liv’s school, could they?
Aaron tapped on the message icon
and started to read through them…
Oh god, Aaron felt his throat get
tight and his eyes fill with tears. He didn’t know if he could do this, read these messages. He wanted to,
god he wanted to know this Robert, but even though Robert had sent them to Aaron’s phone they still felt extremely
private, like maybe
Robert had never intended
for him to read them.
Damn, he had missed his husband, so fucking much and even
now he was home all he wanted was to be alone with Robert.
Aaron felt a burst of guilt. He’d
just assumed that Robert had been too busy with work to worry or miss him too much, and besides Robert
had support, people around to help him, that he could confide in, right? Aaron
made up his mind he needed to know what Robert had wanted to say to him but
couldn’t, because it
The tears were streaming down
Aaron’s face now. All the nights he’d lain awake thinking about Robert home
safe and warm in their bed but
Robert had been just as alone as him, couldn’t take comfort in the familiar surroundings.
Aaron was so proud of his
husband, he’d kept his word, brought Aaron home safe and sound where he
belonged, and it was a good thing too because he couldn’t be without Robert
Aaron laughed even as he
sobbed. Poor Robert everyone had been
pilling things on him. Liv was enough of a handful to be sure, and Aaron couldn’t
believe that his mum and Charity had thought that it was a good idea to dump
Noah on Robert too. Not that Aaron didn’t think Robert would do his best, he
knew how important family was to Robert even if no one else did. He had done a great job, you
only had to see the two of them together today to realise that Noah had started
to look up to and count on Robert.
Aaron used his sleeves to wipe at
Aaron shut Robert’s messages he
needed a second to breathe before reading more messages from his husband. One
panic attack today was more than enough thank you very much.
OH YA’LL THOUGHT I WAS DONE? YA’LL THOUGHT I WASN’T GONNA POST NO VDAY NASTINESS? WELL YOU WAS WRROOOOOONNNNGGGG!
Request: The way you write dom Elliot is just.. holy shit so good!! A fic with
some heavy choking and just general rough sex would be A+ tbh
Thank you babe!!! This request was A+ tbh, love me some heavy choking and rough
sex so I probably got carried away with this one. ENJOY LOVES
was kind of a part 2 to yes sir?? I just thought it would carry on nicely from
Breath play, rough sex, daddy/sir kink, the usual. Idrk what came over me
during the creation of this particularly nasty piece.
Since the evening
you and Elliot first had sex, things had been different. He was more
comfortable around you, more open, casual touching was now something he was
slowly becoming at ease with. It seemed the experience had melted away a lot of
his insecurities regarding your relationship, although he was still awkward and
improvements were welcome ones, but your favourite improvement was the texts
you’d receive from Elliot while at work.
‘Thinking about you. Come over after work.’
You would blush like a schoolgirl, and for the rest of the day he was all you
could think about. No one could make you cum like Elliot did, no one could make
you see stars like Elliot did, and no one could leave you in the heavenly state
of satisfaction that Elliot did.
different ways of tying you up, varying the kinds of knots he used and
restraining you in delicious new positions. Sometimes he used toys, sometimes
he simply utilized his sinfully talented mouth and hands. You’d had sex in just
about every part of his apartment, minus one place. His sacred place. The place
you wouldn’t dare touch, let alone have sex in.
His computer desk.
But there was one
big problem with this unspoken restriction. The fact that it was forbidden in a
sense only made you want to do it more, made you want to desecrate it, tie
filthy memories all over it in the same way you had the rest of his home.
However, you had no idea how to propose this to Elliot. You assumed since he’d
never suggested it himself, and his protectiveness over that desk, that he
would be against it.
The part of you
that deeply respected Elliot’s personal and private space was fine with it and
understood, but the part of you that needed Elliot anywhere and any way you
could have him desperately wanted to ignore the former. You resigned yourself
to the conclusion that you’d never know until you plucked up the courage to
In fact, you were
going over to Elliot’s apartment tonight. The pair of you planned on getting
takeout and spending the night together. You decided you would gauge his mood,
maybe ask him depending on how relaxed he seemed. It was tricky territory, and
the thought of him getting mad made you nervous. You were never sure what
exactly would make him angry, but you’d seen him furious before and did not
want to be on the receiving end.
Your shift drags
almost painfully, just as it always does when you have plans to see Elliot. You
check the time obsessively, hoping a significant amount of time will have
passed, until the golden hour arrives. Five o’clock. You’re a little shaky,
having spent most of your time at work running over scenarios in your head of
how Elliot might receive your proposition.
Despite this, you
pack up your things, stop by the employee bathroom on the way out to check your
makeup, then leave the building. You spend the entire subway ride fidgeting,
getting turned on at the mere thought of what was waiting for you at the end of
it. Elliot has a hold on you that you’ve never experienced before. He could
cross your mind innocently and have your thighs clenching.
You left the
underground and powerwalked to Elliot’s apartment. You’d dressed nicer than
usual to work; you were feeling confident. Your hair done just the way that
frames your face best and your favourite office outfit that fits you so well it
makes your colleagues do a double take.
Once in the lobby
of his apartment building, you take your heels out of your bag and change back
into them from the flats you use to commute. Only then do you ascend the
stairs, ready to tempt Elliot for all you were worth. Your nerves resurface
when you reach his apartment door.
You nudge the door
slightly and find it unlocked, you smile to yourself. Taking a breath, you push
the door open and walk in.
“El?” You call
“In here.” His low
voice responds. Your footsteps are slow as you approach him, to your delight,
he’s seated at his desk typing away.
You make a daring
move, resting your hands on his shoulders. Hovering them above before actually
placing them on him so as to warn him, to give him a chance to refuse the contact.
Your chest warms at the way he leans in ever so slightly into your hands.
“Hard at work?”
You ask, the smile audible in your voice.
You see the side
of his cheek pull back in a half smile. He finishes whatever it is he’s typing
and turns to look up at you. You watch as his eyes rove appreciatively down
your body. He wets his lips subconsciously.
“You look good.”
“I might have made
a little more of an effort today.” You tease.
“Why’s that?” To
someone who didn’t know Elliot as well as you do, it would appear he hadn’t got
the hint at all, but you knew he was playing along. It excited you.
“I had an
important meeting today.” You smirk. He cocks an eyebrow.
“Whoever it was
with was lucky.”
You round his
chair, going to stand in front of him. You lean against his desk experimentally,
crossing your legs at the ankles and placing your hands behind you. You gauge
his reaction, he seems more occupied by you than you touching his desk.
“He’s a pretty
influential guy. Good looking too.” You explain, enjoying this little roleplay
the two of you have going on.
“I’m sure he
thought the same about you.” Your thighs clench at this.
“I might have even
made a move on him if the circumstances weren’t so professional.” You flirt.
“I doubt he’d have
turned you down, regardless of professionalism.” Elliot’s words were such a
contrast to the monotonous voice he said them in, the ambiguity of his manner
of speech was strangely exciting.
“Oh really.” You
muse, uncrossing your legs so that your skirt hiked up a little. You spot the
way Elliot’s hands twitch, as if resisting the desire to grab you. “Maybe I
should have in that case.” You look Elliot in the eye, urging him on. He
reaches out, hesitantly to begin with, then grips your thighs tightly.
“We could get into
trouble for this, Mr. Alderson.” You whisper.
“I don’t fucking
care.” He growls, his arousal bringing on the dominant persona he adopted during
all your sexual altercations. His hands are trailing up your thighs, maintaining
an intense gaze on your body at all times. “How long have you been thinking about
“All fucking day.”
You groan. His blunt nails suddenly dig into your skin.
appreciate that kind of language from my employees.”
“I’m sorry sir-“
“Get on your knees
and show me you’re sorry.”
It’s almost as
though his words control your body rather than your own decisions; you slip
down from the desk onto your knees. You undo the button on Elliot’s pants,
unfastening them eagerly. His half-hardened dick comes free, right into your
waiting hands. You waste no time in putting him between your lips, tasting his
As your head rises and falls on his groin, you
catch sight of the way he white-knuckles the arm rests of his chair, short
breaths escaping his lips as you suck.
“Mm fuck.” He
groans, wrapping his fingers in your hair, ruining its perfect style. But you
couldn’t care less, you want him to ruin you tonight.
Just as you’re
speeding up your rhythm, he yanks you off him and throws you to the floor. You’re
a little disorientated, but unhurt. You know Elliot would never cause you harm.
“Get the fuck up.”
He orders you. You do so, with an obedient ‘yes sir’. “Sit on my dick.”
You had to
restrain yourself from clapping with glee, you were going to fuck Elliot in his
computer chair. It was a little ridiculous, but it was your dream come true. You
hike your skirt up, then move to pull your panties to the side but Elliot stops
“Did I tell you to
do that yet?”
“No sir. Sorry
You rest your
hands either side of his keyboard, trying to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing
in the reflection of the dark computer screens. He feels up the globes of your
ass, before pulling your panties down.
“Step out of them.”
You comply. “Now take a seat.” Again, you comply.
You lower yourself
oh so slowly down onto Elliot’s cock, clenching your walls around him. They
were so slick that he slid in with virtually no trouble, the pair of you
moaning in unison. He pulled you back, left hand tight on your chin and the
other sliding up, under your shirt to grope your breasts.
“What do you say?”
“Thank you sir.”
His left hand
dragged from your chin down to your throat, and your heart began to race with
excitement, you knew what he was about to do.
“Move.” He murmurs
in your ear, and you do just that. You begin to bounce on his cock and his hand
tightens around your neck.
When you go down,
he thrusts up, creating a deliciously forceful friction against your g-spot
every time, within minutes you’re already close to cumming. From your vantage
point, every time you go down you’re able to catch a glimpse of Elliot’s face
in the screen. His expression when in the throes of passion is fucking
stunning. His furrowed brows, his bottom lip drawn between his teeth, his eyes
watching you relentlessly.
And that’s when
your mind flashes with an image that sends a metaphorical lightbulb dinging
above your head.
“Sir, can I ask
you something?” You say breathlessly, struggling a little to get your words out
with his grip so tight around your throat.
exhales heavily, continuing to thrust into you with unforgiving force.
“Can I… Can I turn
the camera on?” You ask, nearly whispering. Elliot’s pace falters, your request
obviously taking him off guard.
“You know how I
feel about that stuff, Y/N.” Elliot growls, still not stopping. You do know. He
reminds you every time you hint at sending him dirty pictures. But he doesn’t
know how you feel.
“I know it’s
dangerous, but just think. You’re all alone, I can’t stay over and you’re
horny. You just have to turn your computer on, press play and you can watch
yourself fu- screwing me.” You must sound ridiculous, bargaining with him in
such a strained voice, crying out between words.
You can’t tell if
he’s mad, in agreement or what, he just continues fucking you. His dick sending
your cunt into overdrive. You’re painfully oversensitive at this point, your
climax coming very soon. And this could be the pushing point.
“Sir, don’t you
want to get me cumming all over your dick on camera?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,
turn it on right fucking now.”
Elliot’s voice is
a mixture of frustration and desperation, reaching around you to turn the
monitor on and get the camera software up. You help him out, ripping the piece
of tape covering the camera off and clicking record.
“Now you better
cum harder than you’ve ever fucking cum before. Give daddy a show.” He mutters,
he sounds so furious and it only serves to turn you on more.
Enough to send you
spiraling into the hardest fucking orgasm you’ve ever had in your life. All
Elliot’s rules for this encounter go out of the window.
shit!” You scream as you squirt cum all over his lap.
“Just like that
you dirty, little slut.” Elliot snarls, his hand returning to it’s rightful
place around your throat.
“I’m your dirty,
little slut, daddy.” You cry, actual tears rolling down your cheeks from the
intensity of your elation.
right. You want daddy’s cum now?”
Please daddy, shoot your cum inside my pussy.” You encourage him, rocking
backwards and forwards on his cock for friction.
grip on you becomes painfully tight, making you choke. You can feel his
fingertips bruising your tits.
“Ah fucking take
it.” He cries out, hips pistoning into you erratically. You can feel him
emptying himself inside you, painting your walls creamy white.
You manage to
recover enough to click the stop button on the recording. You sigh in
satisfaction, leaning back against Elliot.
In this AU, Simon and Baz didn’t get together when they investigated Baz’s mother’s murder. Hope you enjoy! @4wksoffluff
Word Count: 1468
Penny was quite obviously annoyed with Simon. They were sitting at a table at a café and Simon was ignoring her completely. A few minutes ago he had spotted a man across the street with longish black hair and an incredibly familiar frame. Simon was almost certain it was Baz but it was too far away to be completely sure.
“Simon who are you staring at?” Penny asked, cheeks red with frustration.
“Um, I don’t know…does he look familiar?” Simon asked.
Penny glanced in the direction he was looking.
“Does who look familiar? There’s like a million people sitting over there.”
Simon bit his lip. Now he wasn’t so sure it was Baz. He’d hoped Penny would immediately recognize him and reassure Simon that he was right. But if he was wrong he didn’t want to be accused of being obsessed with Baz, even if he actually was.
“Oh I just thought I recognized the guy with the black hair,” Simon mumbled.
This time Penny turned and gave her full concentration.
“Oh, you mean Basilton. Yeah I think that’s him,” Penny said.
“Oh,” Simon said, keeping his eyes averted.
Since they’d graduated Watford three years ago Simon hadn’t seen his former roommate ever again. It had been strange at first, no longer sharing a room with someone who’d always been there since he was eleven. Eventually he had gotten used to it, but it didn’t mean he’d stopped thinking about Baz. Over time he’d begun to question whether or not he’d ever really hated him or if it had been something else entirely.
Penny was studying him, a smirk on her face.
“Let’s invite him to eat with us,” Penny said.
Simon’s eyes widened, panicked.
“No! He looks like he’s already seated. Besides, he probably doesn’t even remember us,” Simon said.
“Baz was just as fixated on you as you were on him at Watford.”
“Shut up,” Simon hissed.
Penny stood up and grabbed her cloth napkin, waving it in the air like a signal.
“Hey Basilton! Yeah, you! Come over here and converse with your fellow alumni!”
Simon knew his face was beet red, knew it but had no idea how to stop it. He couldn’t look up, couldn’t even speak, as Penny settled back into her seat and watched him triumphantly.
“You’re welcome,” She said.
“Excuse me?” Simon choked out.
Just then, Baz arrived at their table his expression amused but distant. He was wearing dark wash jeans and an expensive looking dark green sweater. His gray eyes seemed to spark against the hazy gloom of the morning. Simon felt his heart thump faster as Baz took a seat next to him.
“Ah, the Watford heroes. How’s life as a retired chosen one and side-kick?” Baz asked.
Penny huffed angrily.
“Side-kick? I’m the one who figured out how to get Simon’s magic back, I think I’ll settle for the brainy tech hero who helps the idiot brave hero in her spare time, thank you very much,” She said.
Baz glanced at Simon and away.
“So he’s not a Normal after all?” Baz asked.
“I’m right here,” Simon mumbled.
“No he’s not and he’s a lot better at magic these days, now that he has a normal amount,” Penny said.
Baz, without looking at Simon, turned slightly in his direction.
“So how did you miraculously bounce back?” He asked.
“Agatha’s dad noticed that I still had some magical energy. It was really low and nothing I could really access but he assured me it meant I wasn’t a Normal. Then Penny spent some time with various energy spells and tried to channel it to my magic. Overtime I healed, not a big deal,” Simon said.
“Would have been easier with you Baz, what with your connection to Simon’s magic,” Penny said.
“A deal is a deal. He helped me find my mother’s killer and I, well I didn’t kill him. Nothing else was required of me,” Baz said.
“I’m so glad we got to catch up,” Simon muttered.
“Damn, they only have the fake sugar packets. I’m going to go ask for some real sugar, I’ll be right back,” Penny said.
When she left, the table went silent. Simon played awkwardly with the edge of his menu and glanced up at Baz. He made a noise when he realized Baz was already staring back at him. There was something in his eyes, something that told Simon not to say something stupid in that moment. Instead, he stared back without saying a word.
“Would it have really helped? Me having done the spells?” Baz asked.
“Probably,” Simon said.
“Do you think…do you think we’re still connected? I mean, to your magic,” Baz said.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure if that was because of all the magic I had or if it was, I don’t know, an us thing,” Simon said.
“An us thing,” Baz repeated.
Simon swallowed nervously. His palms felt slick against his jeans and he didn’t know what to say.
“Do you want to try it?” Baz asked.
“Try to share it again…just to see,” Baz said.
Simon bit his lip.
“But we’re in public, won’t it be a little…?”
“I won’t do any spells,” Baz promised.
Simon wanted to tell him that it wasn’t scaring the Normals that he was afraid of but rather the intimacy of it. The last time they’d shared magic had been back in their room in Watford, away from the rest of the world. Simon wasn’t sure he wanted anyone, even Penny, to see them like that.
He reached across the table and grabbed Baz’s hand. He felt his heart jump and glanced up to see that Baz’s mouth had opened slightly, as if the physical contact had surprised him. His skin was just as he remembered it, smooth and a little bit cold. He tried to relax his mind, to push his magic out tentatively towards Baz.
“Penny…she said your magic was normal…” He whispered.
Simon looked away.
“Simon…are you sure this is safe?” Baz asked.
“I’m not what I used to be, not at all. There are no more holes. But whoever my parents were, they were powerful. I think I’m even stronger than Ebb.”
“So you were always meant to be made of magic,” Baz said, wonder in his voice.
Simon was about to ask what he meant by that when a waiter came and asked for their orders. Simon tried his best to remember Penny’s order and wondered where the hell she had gone off to find sugar. Baz seemed jittery, not able to shake off Simon’s magic.
“You’re right, it’s not nearly as strong as it was before. But it’s still intense,” Baz said.
“Genetics I guess.”
“Is something wrong Snow? You’ve barely looked at me since I sat down,” Baz said.
“I could say the same thing to you,” Simon replied, voice defensive.
Baz clenched his jaw, looking torn.
“It’s not…I don’t think you’d understand,” He said.
Simon made an effort to keep his gaze on Baz steady.
Baz smiled briefly and then sighed.
“Simon I…I’ve had feelings for you for a very long time. I thought being away from you would help. That I could meet a nice guy in college and forget all about you but it hasn’t happened. And I don’t think it will,” Baz said.
Simon felt excitement flutter in his stomach.
“I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I don’t expect you to do anything about it or say anything. But, you asked,” He said.
“Really it’s not like you have to say anything, I get it.”
“Shut up,” Simon said.
Baz glanced at him in surprise.
Simon leaned across the table and kissed Baz, a brief touch of lips, before settling back into his seat.
Baz blinked for a minute or so.
“Um…” he said.
“Yes?” Simon said.
“So uh, does that mean…”
“Would you please go on a date with me Baz? Maybe next Friday around seven?” Simon asked.
Baz nodded, cheeks slightly pink.
Penny ran over, clapping her hands excitedly.
“How exciting! You two have a date!”
“Where the hell have you been?” Simon asked.
“Getting the sugar, like I said,” Penny replied.
“So, where’s the sugar?” Baz asked.
She glanced down and swore.
“I uh, must have dropped it,” She said.
Baz laughed, his grey eyes crinkling around the corners. Simon couldn’t help but laugh too, especially given how red Penny’s face was. It was cold out, and they all had jobs they’d have to leave for soon, but Simon felt happier than he had in a long time. It seemed that the piece that had been missing from Simon’s life since he’d left Watford had finally come back to him.
[ 09/10/17 • 9.28 pm ]
LONG TIME NO POST FOLKS havent been doing much art buttttttt im starting on embroidery and im now part of the bujo community!!! i know its a really weird time to start bujo-ing right now but better late than never :) doesnt look that good but at least i made an effort!!
“I never made an effort to make myself look a little more, like, together—people think vulnerability or being sensitive is being weak. (But) maybe I do feel a little ‘extra’ than most people. Maybe I am a bit more intense.”
Tom/Harry AU: Harry didn’t expect to face Tom Marvolo Riddle again, not after what had occurred in the Chamber of Secrets. Four years later, however, he was proved wrong. This version of Tom wasn’t part of Voldemort’s split soul any longer—instead he appeared to be tied to Harry, who was far from pleased by this development.
Cocky bastard. I’ll get him back for this. But I couldn’t deny I was supremely turned on by the turn of events. I stood naked in the light, a sticky sheen of sweat and dirt accumulated over the day on my body, my slightly damp singlet in my hand. My 6-inches of hard-on just wouldn’t quit, curving slightly upwards. I could actually feel the heat emanating off my own body, as blood rushed across my skin.
I glanced over at Bryan again, the poor boy was nervously looking around for any passers-by. Holding his bunched up, sweaty clothes in his left hand, his elbow slightly bent, loosely covering his manhood, his nude body was quite the sight to behold. He looked like he walked right out of a risque Instagram picture, the faint night light creating all the right shadows on his sinewy arms, chiselled abs and chest rising and falling with each panicked breath.
On the other hand, Jason made an almost odd addition to our trio – similarly carrying the sweat and strain of the day’s activities, but fully clothed. Never thought someone could look so.. overdressed.. in a tank top and shorts. Well-tented shorts. Someone was clearly as turned on as I was.
Mentally readying myself for the actual event, I turned over and took another look at Bryan, and, unable to help myself quickly reached out and touched his hard dick a little, just with my fingertips. I brushed his cockhead a little and came off with a bit of his precum, trailing between his pink cockhead and my fingers for a bit before breaking off. No more reason to be shy now – I stuck my index finger in my mouth for a taste. MAN, he tasted good, and I could see that little action encouraged him a little.
“Let’s do this.”
I made an effort to look more confident than I felt, and you know what, it felt good. Cool air on my skin, light breeze on my balls. I actually should do this more often. I slung my singlet over my shoulder, and set off, knowing it would be too much to ask for Bryan to lead the way.
Stepping into the light was somewhat liberating. I looked back now and then to make sure they were following – Bryan clutching his clothes nervously, hard dick and balls bouncing as he walked, Jason behind, smirking and smug, holding on to my shorts.
The walk was a lot less eventful than it could be, thankfully. Pretty soon, we reached the toilet, brightly lit but empty. I walked straight to the end and turned around, a big grin on my face. Bryan followed, finally a more relaxed look on his face.
Suddenly, Jason grabbed him from behind, one hand on Bryan’s chest and the other on his crotch. Bryan dropped his clothes immediately, and reached back to push him off, I guess he thought we were gonna do this in a cubicle Hell was he wrong. Jason grabbed both his arms and held him in a lock. Bryan struggled, but with little success. Jason looked at me from behind, and gave me a signal to join in.
I didn’t need telling twice.
I moved over swiftly. “Just enjoy it,” I whispered in his ear before I planted my lips on his. There was a bit of resistance at first, there really was, but he soon gave in to his body’s desires. I wrapped my left hand around his still hard cock, my right hand reaching behind and feeling its way up Jason’s ripped torso. Somehow he’d already lost his shirt, and was grinding his tented shorts against Bryan’s perky, smooth bubble butt. My own dick was unbearably hard and rubbing up against Bryan’s crotch, sliding up and down against the rough stubble of his shaved pubes – it’d clearly only been a few days since he last groomed himself. I was so horny, that alone was almost enough to put me over the edge.
Bryan started to moan – he didn’t need to be held down anymore, and Jason was running his hands over Bryan’s body, pinching his brown nipples, now almost as hard as all three of our cocks.
Amidst the action, I took a sideways peek at the mirror. The scene was so hot, three lean, taut bodies writhing, sweating, moaning in pleasure, hands all over one another. I knelt down and started blowing Bryan right there and then. His hot knob was already dripping precum by the time I got there, and it tasted so good in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing and him jerking in ecstasy as I swirled my tongue around his sensitive cockhead. I gave his frenulum a good licking, and heard him exclaim in pleasure.
As I got engrossed sucking Bryan’s dick, I felt a hand on my head, pushing me in another direction. Didn’t need to look up, guess Jason needed some attention too. At this point there was no pretending I didn’t want it either, I turned around and ripped off the last piece of clothing on Jason, then proceeded to work on his cock too, making sure it was good and wet from the base to the tip. They continued to make out up above me, with muffled moaning occasionally escaping their tongueing.
My own hand had subconsciously drifted down to jerk myself I realised. Yeah, I needed to get in on the fun. I removed Jason’s cock from my mouth slowly, savouring every inch (7, to be exact) as I pulled back. When I stood up, Jason immediately herded us all to the bench in the middle of the showers, 3 hard dicks swaying in the cold air, all of us still panting. He pushed me down onto the bench, the lacquered wooden planks stuck to my damp skin. I almost thought he wanted to fuck me. Instead, he got on all fours in front of me and returned a blowjob. Fuck, he was so good at this, it definitely wasn’t his first time. I started moaning and thrusting into his warm, wet and waiting mouth. Bryan took his chance and started tapping on my open mouth with his leaking cock, not that I needed persuading.
This gauntlet went on for a while, a hot sweaty mess of bodies, six hands caressing, exploring, tongues on everything, tasting the salt from sweat on bodies in heat, not being able to distinguish saliva from sweat and precum. I don’t know how long it took, probably not too long considering how hot the whole situation was, I soon felt the familiar feeling in my balls, boiling over to the base of my cock.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck I’m gonna cuu-ahh AHH,” I could barely finish my sentence before the inevitable happened. Jason pulled up just in time to give me one last tug before I bucked my hips and released a rope of cum. The first three or four shots went everywhere, splattering everyone with a healthy coating of hot, sticky semen. It seemed to trigger Bryan, who suddenly groaned out loud and lunged forward without warning, sending his cock even deeper down my throat. His first shot went straight down, and as he pulled out, he couldn’t stop. The second shot filled my gaping mouth, still gasping for air as Jason milked my cock, now spewing more subdued shots across my abs. Bryan pulled out of my mouth, and the rest of it shot across my face and body, some of it stuck in my hair, the rest coating my heaving body, dripping down onto the bench and floor below.
Before I could even catch my breath, it was Jason’s turn to shoot. He got up and leaned back, and I could see his abs flexing in the light as he convulsed involuntarily while moaning, his hand flying across his dick, using the copious amounts of cum I produced as lube. With whatever little concentration I had left, I appreciated how his taut muscles tensed as he reached climax, accentuating an already hot body. He sent yet another dose of cum splashing across both of us. It was really everywhere now, and I’d never been so drenched in cum before, not even in my wildest dreams.
As his orgasm subsided, we all collapsed onto one another, a panting mass of sweaty, naked, cum-coated bodies. The smell was overwhelming, and I just wanted to bask in the moment forever, I was so spent.
Are you interested in stories about ragtag groups of rebels fighting for Hope and Future and A World About To Dawn against a powerful imperialist dictatorship? (If not, what are you even doing in this fandom?)
Have you ever wanted to know what this “star war” is that everybody’s always talking about but don’t know where to start because there are way too many movies and you’re not sure if you’re ready to get invested in some silly 1970′s indie flic?
Then join us A Long Time Ago (next Saturday*) in A Galaxy Far Far Away (Slack**)!
Yes I know there has been Discourse about whether it’s actually Les Mis in space and I don’t care. For our purposes it is.
The essential stuff:
The date and time is Saturday April 29th at 4pm GMT
The movie’s length is 2h13min and there will be a short break in the middle
The meeting “place” is the group watch Slack team (Team Shoujo Cosette)
Contact me if you want to join in! And please do so before Saturday! You can reach us on Tumblr or by email: teamshoujocosette[at]mail.com