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i wish i could just wake up in the morning everyday, roll over in bed, look out a big glass window, and see the entire view of a beautiful city below me. i would just stare at all the buildings out there and how there’s millions of people but everything looks so small and peaceful.
My most recent ex girlfriends have told me detailed stories about their secret fun. A few years ago I was dating a 18f that had been fooling around with her real dad since she was 11. She had big boobs at 10 and she said her dad and friends took notice as she developed. Her parents spilt when she was 11 and she went and stayed with her dad for a bit. She said she tried to take her moms role, she would take care of him and then she started catching him jerk off. She said she would masturbate a lot thinking about taking him and him having his way with her. One day she walked in on him jerking off and she walked up to him as he was still stroking it and asked if she could watch. He agreed and jerked off for her as she started to get aroused she asked if she could help. He took her hand and guided it on to his thick curved cock and she said she was hooked from then on. She said she stroked it and they made out and she had her tits played with and sucked on. She was so wet and turned on that she wanted to do more. So she got on her knees and without asking she took her dads thick rock hard cock into her young warm wet mouth. She said that was her first cock and her daddy showed her how to suck it and stroke it (she deff had good dick handling abilities). She said he came in her mouth and she spit it up because it was so much. A few times of her catching him or him walking in on her in the shower and playing with each other she was ready to take let her dad take her virginity. She had plans on doing it on his bed and making it hot and romantic, but she ended up catching him jerk off to a dirty mag in his garage while he was working on his car. She went right up to him and dropped to her knees and told him “I thought we discussed this is my job” as she took his cock into her mouth. He let her suck on it and make it nice and wet. Then she got up and pulled her pants down and started rubbing and showing him her tight wet pussy. He picked her up and laid her back on the hood of his car and started licking her pussy and fucking her with his tongue. She said she came from his mouth and started begging for him to fuck her, he was on the fence about it. He teased her by rubbing his big thick head around her smooth wet pussy, then rubbing in out her clit. She said she couldn’t take the teasing anymore and pushed herself into him, forcing half his cock straight up into her. They both let out big moans and embraced each other and started making out as he slowly slide it all the way in. She just laid there while he filled her pussy up with all his cock. She said it was painful but the way he touched her and the way his cock curved it felt good really quick. He pumped her a few times slowly making her gasp and moan. Then she told him “harder daddy”, and he just stated pumping harder and faster into her. She said she was so wet from everything that it really diluted her blood from breaking her hymen, but looking down at her dads thick curved cock going in and out of her all shiny and wet made her his little slut right then and there. She said they went at it for about 10 mins or so and he pulled out and came all over her bit tits. 11 yrs old with almost size D bra, big perky tits cover in her dads cum. God I would of loved to seen that. I guess I’m lucky though, I did get to catch them when she was with me 18 at the time. We were stopping by her dad’s house where she was living at the time. She was going in to change and be right back out. Well I noticed the light on in her dad’s office/studio from out in the car. I seen this shadow blur across the curtains, realizing it was my girlfriend popping in to say hi to him. Then I noticed she dropped straight down instead of back out to the side like she came in view of the window. Then it hit me, she just dropped to her knees in front of him. Well I knew there was only one reason for her to do that, so I opened my door softly and then didn’t even close it just so they wouldn’t hear me trying to close my door and stop. I slowly snuck up to the window to his office and luckily there was a bit of the curtain open. When I looked in I was shocked! There was my gf on her knees holding her dads cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other and licking up and down his shaft! I almost came in my pants right then and there, needless to say I had a rock hard cock then. She licked his shaft and then put it back in her naughty mouth and slide it all the way down with ease. You could deff tell she had been sucking that cock for a long time and knew how to work it. She was just gagging on it and then he stood up real quick took it out of her mouth and jerked it until he came all over her face. I was grabbing my rock hard cock through my pants not even realizing that I look like a big creep peeping in their window at night rubbing my cock. I watched as he took a shirt near by and gave it to her to clean her face off and decided to go back to the car before I’m spotted. I got back in the car and almost ripped my jeans because my cock was so hard. I took it out and started jerking off thinking about what I just seen with my own two eyes. Then I start thinking about all the stories she shared with me from the first time the had each other in the garage to that night she just sucked her dad off real quick while her bf waits out in the car. Never got to witness anything with any of my other ex girlfriends, but hopefully I can see something like that again. Still is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. BTW I never said anything to my ex gf about what I saw with her dad, she was open about telling me but I knew that she would of felt embarrassed if she knew I saw and knew it was absolutely real.
So I’ve been bingeing “humans are weird” posts and I love everything on this tag but it’s all aliens being amazed with every aspect of humanity and I want to see the tables turned.
Give me an alien action/reaction that seems normal to them but leaves their human friend utterly confused and slightly terrified.
Give me an alien and a human entering a dark area when suddenly the human gasps and concern flashes through the alien until they hear an excited “You GLOW??!”
Give me an alien spotting their newest human crew member staring in amazement out the viewing window after taking off.
“Is everything alright?”
The human is close to tears. “Space is even more beautiful up close.”
“Ah yes,” the alien agrees. “It remains one of the most stunning sights I’ve witnessed in my 394 years of exploration.”
The human whips their head around. “You’ve been exploring space for 394 years?!” The alien nods back hesitantly, and the human looks at them with stars in their eyes that match the ones outside the ship. “Please tell me about it!”
let’s all imagine harry looking like this because he looked fine af in this suit.
rated ma (mostly smut)
Being the girlfriend of a CEO can be vexatious. It requires you putting up with your boyfriend’s moody attitude and traveling. He can be pretty oblivious at times due to the amount of work that consumes him. You’ve been dating for about a two years now and you practically live with him in his luxurious penthouse.
There are days where you’d feel off and he wouldn’t notice because of how tired he is and there are definitely days where his mood would be off but you’d notice because he makes it pretty obvious. Some days he’d have to cancel dinner or lunch dates because of a meeting or staying in the office too late which would make a hefty sigh blow past your lips. Other days, he might have to travel out of the state or country since his company is international and there’d be problems only he could fix by going there.
One of the most aggravating things would be when your boyfriend is stressed. His patience would be very thin and one would talk to him like they’re walking on thin ice that could break easily. He would shut people out and make them leave him alone due to frustration. Sometimes he would yell without noticing, his vein in his jaw protruding, his eyes blazing with anger as they would become a shade darker. His jaw would clench tightly, making the bone more prominent and sharp.
However, there are some people that Harry can be around when he is angry or stressed. Like you. You’d talk to Harry like he’s fragile china and he’d snap at you but calm down, apologizing for using such a rude tone because you would give him a stern glare. Other than his mother or sister, you don’t put up with Harry’s rude and annoyed demeanor either.
When he’s home, you’d see him screaming through the phone at one of his employees, his face red in anger, chest heaving slightly but as soon as he hangs up and looks at your face, it all disappears and he’d give you one of his warm smiles as if he wasn’t just screaming on through the phone. You’d actually found it quite comical if you’re honest. It’s like seeing Harry go from an angry lion to a cute little bunny within seconds.
Currently, you were in the elevator of his building, going up to his office to visit him. You had received a call from his assistant about how stressed he was and how he didn’t eat lunch yet which made you grunt because how many times have you told Harry to eat lunch on time? You knew that his assistant wouldn’t dare to ask him since he might just scream at her considering stressed he was, therefore, she called you because she knew you can get him to calm down and eat.
When you got up to his floor, a bag of lunch in hand, you walk out of the elevator and to his assistant’s desk. You greet her with a polite smile and receive a grateful one in return.
“Thank god you’re here!” His assistant sighs in relief, causing you to chuckle.
“How bad is it today?” You ask her even though you already know, considering he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.
A bleak facial expression is etched on the assistant’s face, her tongue clicking against her teeth to make a hissing sound. “He yelled at four employees today and broke the small vase in his office.”
You purse your lips in wonder, looking towards his office door and you could hear him screaming through the phone. Your eyes go wide when you hear him say do you want me to fucking fire you? really loud and you look back at his assistant who ushers you towards the door with a knowing and hopeless look.
“Good luck,” you hear his assistant whisper, causing you to snort.
You open the door slowly, sticking your head in first to see what he was doing. You could see him facing away from you, sitting on his chair behind his desk as he holds a phone in his hand, staring out at the view of the city through the large window. He doesn’t hear you when you shut the door, his voice far too loud and angry, speaking through the phone.
You set the bag of food down on the coffee table where there is also a sofa set up and you cautiously walk towards him.
“No, dammit! S’not what I wanted! I told yeh that ‘ve been wanting t’ sign a contract with tha’ company fo’ a while now!” He seethes, gripping the phone in his large veiny hands tightly.
You stand behind him, your hands coming down to rest on both of his shoulders making him stiffen even more but quickly relax when he notices the promise ring he gave you, sitting on your finger and he turns his head to confirm it is you before looking back out at the view. You slightly massage his tense shoulders to calm him down as he talks on the phone, his voice not as angry as it was before but it was still angry.
You feel one of his hands come up to rest on yours to acknowledge you and you smile at the gesture, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He runs his thumb across your knuckles as you dig your thumb into the back of his neck with your other hand.
“Look,” he miffed, his tone condescending, “I don’ wanna have t’ come over there just ‘cos one o’ my employees screwed up and couldn’t do their job like they were told to. I cannot lose this contract and ‘f I do, I promise you, you won’t have a job startin’ tomorrow if yeh don’t fix this.” And without letting the person on the other end speak, he hangs up the phone, chucking it onto the floor and you click your tongue together at his anger. He doesn’t greet you, pinching his forehead together with his hand as he shuts his eyes, lips set into a firm line.
You roll your eyes but keep quiet, knowing that he’s irritated and needs to relax so you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck from behind, crossing over his chest. You feel him let out a sigh, intertwining his ring clad fingers with yours, silently.
You bring your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses against it to unwind him from his angry state. You feel the skin move beneath your lips as he swallows thickly and you love how you still have this affect on him even while he was angry. You bring your lips below his ear, puckering it against the soft skin and you know how much it affects him considering that’s where he loves to be kissed.
“You okay, baby?” You whisper in his ear, scratching a hand across his chest of the area where his shirt is unbuttoned.
“‘m fine,” he mutters.
You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes at him, “Didn’t sound fine. I heard you broke a vase again.”
An annoyed sigh emits from Harry’s lips, “Who told yeh tha’? Told them not t’ tell yeh but they still do. Stupid fucking employees never listen to me an’ now ‘m gonna ‘ave to–” You don’t let him finish, interrupting his angry rant.
“Doesn’t matter who told me. You need to relax, sweetheart. This is like the fifth vase you broke. And you skipped eating again when I told you not to!” You move back from the chair when you feel him let go of your hand and spin his chair to face you properly.
His eyes scan your body, enjoying the view of you wearing a white sundress that reaches mid thigh. His green orbs linger on your cleavage that is visible from the criss cross at the chest. Your lips curve at the corner, knowing you’re already going to be a distraction from his anger.
“Was gonna eat once I finished yellin’ at this employee ‘f mine who can never do his fucking job right,” His voice goes from calm to bitter again, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Gave him a chance t’ prove himself an’ he screws up a deal with one o’ my most important clients an’ now ‘m gonna fucking fire him ‘f he doesn’t–” You interrupt his angry rant by moving forward to straddle either side of his waist on the chair, sitting on top of his lean thighs, your hands grabbing each side of his face while his hands grip your hips.
“Shh…” You stroke his hair, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes at the feeling, throwing his head back against the chair. “You’re not going to fire anyone. You’re just stressed yeah?” You cup his face again, leaning forward to kiss his slightly parted pink lips.
Harry hums, opening his eyes to gaze at you. His right hand moves down your hip slowly until he feels the smooth skin of your thigh. You feel him push the fabric of the dress up to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, letting his fingers drag against the side teasingly.
You try not think too much about it, swallowing the small lump in your throat. You could feel your body become warmer, the area between your legs tingling with sensation. “Harry,” You clear your throat.
“Hm?” He responds, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss the exposed area of your skin through the criss cross ties at the top of your dress.
“You didn’t answer my calls,” You point out, your eyes shutting when you feel his tongue drag against the side of your neck.
“Told yeh I was angry,” He grunts, “Yellin’ at m’dumb employee.”
You sigh, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your neck, “I brought you food.” You say lamely even though that’s not what you want to think about right now. You notice how easily his mood has changed from angry to horny within seconds. If this was going to be a way for him to calm down, then you might as well get something out of it too.
“Mhm,” He hums in appreciation, “Thanks, love, but ‘ve got a taste fo’ something else right now.” He whispers, sending chills down your body and between your legs and you can feel the area dampen at his words and touch.
He drags his hand to the front of your panties, rubbing your clit over your panties and you instantly moan at the action, throwing your head back while gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall. You feel his nose drag up your neck, his mouth pressing hard kisses against the skin.
“Already so wet fo’ me hm? You’re soaking, princess,” He baits, sliding his fingers to feel the wetness. His fingers slide your panties aside, making you moan out loud when you feel his ring clad fingers drag up your dripping cunt. The tip of his fingers drag up your folds and you gasp, gripping his neck tightly when you feel yourself become unsteady. He teases his forefinger into your entrance, sliding only a little bit of out before sliding back out making you whine.
He chuckles hotly, bringing his other hand up to grip the back of your head and push you forward to press your lips against his in hunger. You feel your lips move in sync with his as you make out. He parts his lips to bring out his tongue and tease it against your lower lip and you open your mouth to grant access. He immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue as he fucks you with both of his ring clad fingers. You moan in his mouth when you feel his fingers go in deep, feeling his knuckles against your spongy walls.
You bite down on his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him and you grip his hand from your head to bring it to one of your breasts. He runs his thumb of your nipple back and forth before going in circular motions, making you grip the hair at the back of his head tightly in your fists.
You feel some of your juices slip down your inner thighs while he thrusts his fingers into you at quick pace, the both of you breathing heavily. He rubs his thumb against your clit, emitting another moan from you which he quiets with a kiss.
You feel him pull his fingers out of you slowly, your wetness covering his fingers and sliding down his hand. He brings them out from underneath and your skirt and you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, liking his fingers to taste your sweetness. You watch him with a clenched jaw, your chest heaving at the sight. You press your lips against his roughly, wanting to taste yourself on his lips as you slide your tongue out of your to lick at his lips. He grips your ass in his hands, picking you up from his thighs and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist while you still kiss his lips.
You move your lips down from his mouth to the neck, sucking and biting at the skin on his neck. He locks his forearm around your hip, clearing every thing from his desk without a care before placing you down on it. You pull back to look at him with wide eyes but he only gives you a hot smirk before kissing your lips. His hands skim the bottom of your sundress, pulling it upwards to remove it from your body and you put your arms up, allowing him to drag it up your body. He carelessly throws it somewhere in the room.
His eyes darken when he notices you only wearing a pair of white lace panties which he also removes from you by having you lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. You push his blazer off of him, your hands going for the buttons on his shirt. You press kisses down his chest with each removal of his button and he groans when you lick up his stomach. He fists your hair in his hand, pulling you back up to look at him.
He gazes you with lust filled eyes, the shade two times darker. “’m gonna fuck you.” He growls deeply.
You gulp at his tone, feeling your skin sweat at the rising temperature in the room.
“Someone might come,” You whisper against his lips, dragging your hands down his chest, to the waistband of his pants.
“Tha’ just makes it more exhilarating dunnit?” He responds back, kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You undo his belt slowly, pulling his slacks down while he drags his tongue up between your breastbone. He helps you pull his pants along with his boxers down his legs until it reaches his ankles.
You see his erection slap against his abdomen, the pink tip leaking with its pre cum. You drag your tongue across your lower lip at the sight of his cock. Harry’s hands push you back slightly to kiss at your breasts. You feel his tongue swirl on your peaked nipple, biting and sucking before giving it a kiss. You feel him do the same with the other breast and you throw head back, eyes shutting in pleasure at the feeling of his lips on your chest.
“Baby…” You moan, your mind and vision becoming blurry.
After giving attention to your breasts, he pulls back with blood red lips, his chest red and heaving for breathe. He looks at your pleased face, smiling cheekily when he notices your eyes on his cock.
“C’mon, I need to fuck yeh,” He breathes out, setting his hand on your lower back before shoving you against his chest.
You nod, kissing his lips again. Both of his hands grabbing to feel your thighs as he massages them in his hands. His eyes drag over your naked, sweat covered body that he couldn’t resits or go without touching.
“So perfect, love,” He coos. His caresses the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers dancing on them and towards your dripping pink core. You moan softly when you feel his two fingers part your folds again, pushing his fingers in afterwards. He parts his lips at the feeling of your wetness. He slowly pulls them out and brings them up to your lips. You stick out your tongue to suck on them, swirling your fingers around the digits and Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down at the sight.
“Gonna take my cock like a good girl hm?” He asks, situating himself in front of you, pushing you flat on the desk while you whimper desperately at his words. “Are you baby? ‘m askin’ yeh a question.” He growls.
“Yes–fuck, yes please,” As soon as he got your reassurance, he spreads your thighs apart, making you sit up on his desk before moving forward. He grips his cock in his hand, teasing you with the head. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock and slides it down your slit, causing you to mewl out loud. You finally feel him at your entrance, his shaft finally deep inside of you. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in reaction when he wastes no time picking up his pace and pounding into you mercilessly. You moan breathlessly as your skins made a connection together, his pubes tickling and brushing against your clit with each stroke, the sensation causing you to whine.
Harry groans, gripping the skin of your thighs and helping himself into you, hitting you with tight and long strokes. You weren’t able to comprehend a thing as your eyes flutter, blinking up at the ceiling. Harry was so stressed and horny that he immediately pulls you up, asking you to stand on your feet. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over his large desk, your chest skimming across the cold surface of his desk.
You giggle softly when he starts kissing at your neck, placings his hands on your back as he slips back inside of you.
“Doing so well, pet,” He breathes out.
You hear Harry hiss as he smacks your ass, holding onto your soft hips before thrusting hard and fast. You turn your cheek and place it flat against his desk, Harry taking your arms and pinning them behind you, his left hand holding the side of your waist, your back arching as he slows down, fucking you slow and deep so you can feel every inch of him within your body. You were able to feel every ridge of his cock and you must’ve moaned his name many times, seeming like that’s the only thing you could say at the moment.
He leans against your back, his teeth grazing your earlobe with heavy breaths, whispering dirty things in your ear.
“C’mon baby, push back on m’cock,” He mumbles, feeling you slam back instantly on his bottom half as he thrust forwards.
“Feels good huh?” He manages to ask.
You nod vigorously, gasping when he pulls out, feeling empty without him. He runs his hand through the waves of your hair, caressing your head softly. His forearm wraps around your waist as he pulls your body up from the desk to press against his chest. He sits down on the sofa which he carried you to before he sat you on him, pushing his length back into you, his body shuddering as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your arching back.
“Ride m’cock, princess, tha’s it,” He whimpers in your ear and you moan softly, moving your hips in figures of eights. His chest heaves against your back as he thrusts into you.
He turns your head to the side, grinning and biting your lip as he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips as he watches you ride his cock. He watches you like a prey when he sees you pull your body up a little, slowing your pace teasingly. He becomes aggravated, picking up his pace again.
“Stop playing,” Harry grunts, pulling your head back so you could look at each other. His eyes are dark and he was out of breath and panting for her movement in desperation.
“Fuck me then,” You tease, leaning closer into his face. “Know you can.” And you kiss him roughly, gazing into his eyes and he looked like he wanted to wreck you and you wouldn’t mind at all. His hands hold your waist, almost clawing on it, holding you down further until he was balls deep in you. Your chest was burning at this point, him panting hard and you almost forgot your name for a second.
“‘m gonna fuck yeh so good,” He promises, bringing his around to palm your breast, fondling with it as his mouth latches onto your neck. “Gonna take it all?” He growls.
“Mhm, all,” You manage to breathe out. “Please,” You whine.
He complies with your wish by brutally thrusting up into you hard and fast which made you feel an unexplained amount of pleasure. His whole office was being echoed by the sound of your skins slapping and the wetness of your arousal dripping down both of your thighs. You arch your back, him still holding your hair as he pants against your back, moaning with his rough, raspy voice that you loved so much. You lean your head back to rest again his shoulder as he fucks you into oblivion.
You felt your body go weak as you were on the verge of your orgasm. Harry grunts behind you, the sounds that you were making setting him off as he repeatedly hits a certain spot into you. Your body was shaking at this point and you could’ve fallen off but but he pulled you close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips up, going deeper. You manage to bring your breathing down and you close your eyes, trying to focus but you felt so dizzy from his hard movements.
The sound of his phone starts ringing and you open your eyes to see another phone on the coffee table. Harry groans and you widen your eyes when you see him move his arm around you to grab the phone and answer it.
He continues to thrust up into you, placing his hands back on your hips while he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder, speaking through the phone, “Wha’ is it now?”
You wanted to protest because it didn’t seem right to fuck while he was speaking through the phone. You were already pissed with the fact that he had the nerve to even answer when you were fucking. But at the same time, he didn’t seem to care, multitasking between fucking his girlfriend and speaking to an employee on the phone.
“Keep going baby,” He grunts, biting his lip as he watches you. His lips lift up into a smirk when he goes a little faster, the sound of your skin clapping was getting louder. He hisses, leaning forward as he runs his hand down your chest, metal rings touching your clit and making you shudder. He rubs his fingers in circular motions, picking up his pace again as he rams up into you again.You accidentally let out a loud moan but he quickly slams his hand across your mouth, making you laugh a little while he narrows his eyes at you. I mean it was his fault for answering the phone in the first place.
“No, this isn’t a bad time,” He grunts and you rolls your eyes, “I want to know wha’ you’ve done to fix the problem. Have they agreed to signing the contract?” He manages to ask. You cry out into his hand when he taps your sensitive bud with is full hand, rubbing it as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. “Well ‘f yeh didn’t fix it then why the fuck did you call?” You slow him down, pulling yourself up until the tip of his cock was only inside and then you slam down onto him again, making him groan in surprise.
He didn’t even care as held you down on him, letting you whine and cry out, muffled by his hand as he snaps his hips up, grunting in your ear.
“I can’t come there right now ‘cos ‘ve got more things to worry about already an’ yeh couldn’t do one thing fo’ me,” He yells through the phone before asking you, “You gonna come baby?” Seriously, Harry, What the fuck.
You felt your heart thumping against your chest, legs quivering, feeling the pulse of his cock inside of you, notifying you that he was close to the edge too. You just wanted him to hang up the phone because this wasn’t the right time when you were about to reach orgasm.
You had enough of his talking, not in the mood for games as you reach behind you to grab the phone from between his ear. “He’ll call back later,” Is the only thing you say before hanging up.
Harry stares at you with disbelief because of what you just did. You pull yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty when you stand up and then sit down on your knees in front of him.“What the fuck, love? Tha’ was an important call.”
“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes, staring at his glorious skin that was inked with art. Your hand cups his chin, making him look at you, his jaw slacking when your free hand grips his shaft and stroked your hand up and down, having a firm grip on it as you stare into his eyes. His raspberry pink lips part when your thumb runs over the tip, eliciting a moan. His green eyes look at you as if he’s helpless and at your mercy, pleading you to go faster. You grin at him, knowing that he just wants to wreck you.
His hand suddenly reaches to grab your throat, your other hand holding his wrist. Harry grins back before smacking your hand away and lifting you on top of him again, wanting to fuck you. His hand grabs the flesh of your ass, spanking it, sending a wave a pleasure up your spine.
“Wanna be bad huh?” He chuckles, your jaw clenching in annoyance.
He pulls your face closer to his, lips touching but not moving, just gliding across each other. He makes sure to hold you down on him, gliding his forearm around you hip to keep you still, gripping his cock and lifting you a bit until his cock is back inside of you, fucking into you at a fast and hard pace. You get choked up as you moan into each other’s mouths. You close your eyes, moving your hips back to go with his rhythm.
You rock back more, his hand still on your throat, gripping it firmly. You cry out and lean your head down into the crook his neck, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You felt your orgasm approach as your body starts to shake when he took a last, deep thrust into you, you clenching around him as you reach your climax.
“Fuck, baby,” He drags out breathlessly, pulling out of you and coming hard on your stomach. You ride out your orgasm on his thigh, Harry doing the same, thrusting hips slowly as his cum paints your stomach and core. You see him rest back against his sofa again, head leaning back as his chest heaves, breathing heavily.
“Tha’ was so good,” He moans, making you giggle against his neck which he laughs at. You kiss his neck slowly and sensually, your hands going to his hair to intertwine in his messy curls.
“Feel better?” You grin as you stare at each other for a second, you pecking him on the lips.
“Mhm,” He hums, kissing you back. “But don’t hang up the call next time.”
Your jaw is agape as you pull back, looking at him in disbelief, “You shouldn’t have answered the call in the first place!”
Harry shrugs, eyes lingering over your body. He brings his hand to your stomach, dragging his hand down your core that was covered with his cum. He lifts it up to your mouth and you part your lips to suck on his fingers. He parts his lips at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers, licking the cum clean of his fingers and swallowing the sweet and slightly bitter taste of him.
“’m glad you came,” He chuckles, pulling you towards him again to kiss your lips.
“Glad I came too,” You emphasize, literally and figuratively speaking.
He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms your body tightly while you straddle his waist, arms latched around his neck.
“Now eat!” You command with a stern look.
“Think ‘m full,” He teases and you smack his arm, blushing red.
“Love you, angel,” He mutters against your lips, gazing into your eyes with his that were filled with love and honesty.
“I love you too, bastard,” You both chuckle, kissing each other one last time before you lift yourself from his body to grab him the food from the table.
At least he’s not stressed anymore. Well, for now.
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“What the fuck are all of you looking at?” he glared at the spectators that had gathered around you two , harshly enough for them to disperse around and resume whatever they were doing. You stood frozen in your spot, tightly clutching your bag against your chest , fingers digging into the leather. Jung Hoseok, the baddest boy in town was standing in front of you and he had just asked you out on a date. With a toothpick dangling from his lips, he was tapping his foot impatiently on the ground waiting for you to respond.
“Listen buttercup I don’t have all day. Is this date happening or not?” he took a step towards you and your automatic response was taking a step back. The process continued until you were pinned against his motorcycle. His placed his hands on either side of you and leant in close to your ear. He smelled like musk and amber and you couldn’t stop yourself from inhaling his scent. “Is it” his nose grazed your neck “or is it not” he moved back to face you. His eyes studied your face with such intensity that the end result was your cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.
From the Reader’s Choice, this was the most requested fic: Batmom taking in Conner after
Superman rejects him and the boys being a little uncomfortable and Bruce being
mad but her convincing them that he’s just like them (+ jokes about him looking
just like all the others with dark hair/blue eyes)?
Author’s Note: So Match and Conner are from the Young Justice TV show. The timeline is a little different in this story. The Young Justice team was disbanded, Superboy was never found by the sidekicks, the Justice League found them. I think that’s all!
Let me know what you think, and if you think I should continue the series!!
You are watching up in the
Watchtower when Superman finds his two clones. One made with his exact DNA,
later named Match, and one who’s DNA was spliced with Lex Luthor’s DNA, later
named Conner. Both boys are transported up to the Watchtower, still inside
their containment pods, so J’onn can examine their mental state.
The medical bay doors slide
open, and you step inside, “How are they, J’onn?”
The Martian hums, “This one,
the exact clone, he is unstable. I will do my best to settle his mind, however
that is not a permanent solution. Batman has already agreed to help find a
cure. He believes that it is the full Kryptonian DNA, as the other one, who is
half human, does not show the same signs”
“I’ll help him when I’m done
here.” Glancing over at the viewing window, you glimpse a red cape slipping out
of view, “How’s Superman taking all this?”
“He seems … angry … at this
turn of events. He has already decided that he does not want the children”
You twitch, brow furrowing,
“What does he plan to do with them?”
“He is uncertain, it is one
of the reasons for his agitation”
“I’ll let you get back to
work, J’onn, I want to see how far Batman has gotten with his research”
“I wish you luck”
“Bruce, you don’t understand,
Clark doesn’t want the boys. He doesn’t want to take care of them, teach them to
use their powers, he can barely stand to be in the same room as them, and they
haven’t even woken up yet!!”
“Y/N, we don’t need any more
children. Damian is already filling the Manor with animals, Tim is constantly
bringing the Teen Titans here, Jason has the Outlaws, Dick may be in Bludhaven
but he comes to the Manor almost every weekend, and I have Gotham to take care
of. Who is going to teach these clones everything that they need to know?”
“No, Bruce, listen. These are
two boys who have never been outside of that pod, and if they were it was to do
Cadmus’ bidding! Two boys who have never known what it’s like to be a part of a
family! Are you really going to let them be tossed aside by Clark? Because if
you are then … then … then I’m going to move up to the Watchtower to take care
of them” You cross your arms over your chest, “Yeah, that’s what I’m going to
do, and you’re going to have to explain to the boys why I’m never around
“You’re being ridiculous!”
“I am not! I want to help
them in the only way I know how, by being a mother”
Bruce groans, he’s never been
able to deny you anything, “Fine! But you’re the one who has to explain
everything to the boys! And … and I’m mad at you!”
You raise your nose in an
obnoxiously aristocratic manor, “I don’t know why you would be, they
“Every other male child you
have brought into the Manor has had dark hair, and blue eyes. Both of the
Superboy’s have black hair and blue eyes. So, they match the set” It had been a
running joke between you and your boys. The fact the Bruce Wayne seems to only
ever adopt dark haired boys with blue eyes was a rumor that had been circling
Gotham for a while. It was a joke that you had kept from your husband for
several years. Well, the secret’s out now!
Bruce groans again, and you
can hear him bang his head down on the lab table he’s working at. Stifling a
laugh, you quickly make your way up the Batcave stairs. It’s time to have a
family meeting, and let the boys know that they’ll be getting two new brothers,
that is if the Superboy’s agree to your offer.
The boys all agree to come to
dinner the next night, curious about the news you have for them. Once everyone
is finished eating, you usher your children into the study to tell them the
“So, I know you all have
heard about the two new Supers up in the Watchtower …”
Damian groans, “Please tell
me that father has not decided to house those abominations!”
“No, Bruce didn’t decide
anything … I did. I decided that we would be giving the two boys a home. Bruce
is down in the cave right now, working on a serum that will stabilize one of
the clones’ DNA …”
“They aren’t even stable?!?
And you want to bring them here?!” Jason shoots up from his chair, angrily
pacing in front of you, “Mom, you’re human, they could kill you with a look,
and they aren’t even stable …”
“They will be stable once
Bruce finishes the serum.” You lean forward, making it a point to meet the eyes
of each of your sons, “These boys don’t have anywhere else to go. Yes, they can
stay up in the Watchtower, surrounded by people who will inadvertently
ostracize them, or study them. Yes, the JL can force Superman to look after him
two clones, and he’ll probably stick them in his Fortress of Solitude to be
taught by an AI. Or, I can bring them here, teach them about humans, help them
obtain new skills, experience new things.” You rub your temples, “Boys, I took
each of you in, raised you as my own, and loved you like any mother would. I
can’t just sit by and watch two children suffer when I know I can help them”
Tim hums softly, and smirks,
“Do they match?”
“Of course! You think I would
try and bring boys into this house who don’t match! They both have black hair
and bright blue eyes”
“tt, I suppose it would be a
good thing to have two Supers on our side”
Dick shrugs, “Yeah, I mean I
only come around for visits every once and a while, but I think it would be a
good idea to make sure that two Kryptonians don’t start hating Earth”
“Good point” Tim leans back in his chair, “I would like a sample of their blood before they moved in though”
He turns big eyes on you, hoping that you’ll be able to get him what his little
detective brain wants.
“No, you can’t have a sample
of their blood … but, I can let you look at their files” Tim lets out a
triumphant shout, wiggling excitedly. Now you turn to Jason, the only one to
not readily agree. “Boys, why don’t you go see what Alfred has for dessert, I
need to talk to Jason alone”
Once everyone else is gone,
you shift closer to your second oldest son, but before you can say anything,
Jason starts to speak, “I don’t think this is a good idea! What if they turn
out to be crazy? What if they go on a rampage? What if they can’t control their
powers?” His voice drops, eyes no longer meeting yours, “What if they hurt
Quickly slipping to kneel on
the floor, you tilt Jason’s chin, forcing him to meet your eyes, “They might
hurt me, Jaybird. I can’t guarantee that they won’t. But they won’t kill me,
they won’t make me love you any less. If you’re that nervous about them moving
in, come stay at the Manor for their first two weeks. You can help me get them
settled, and see for yourself how they are, okay?”
“Good boy, now come on. I
don’t want Dick to eat all the cookies again”
Jason flashes a brief smile,
before he takes off toward the kitchen. Alfred’s cookies can be quite the
motivating force among the bat family members.
another week after the serum is given to the clones before J’onn thinks that
it’s safe enough to wake them.
course, you demanded to be there. Bruce had tried to talk you out of it, but
you were adamant that one of the first faces they see be yours.
full Kryptonian, the one dubbed “Match” on his file, is the first to wake up.
His eyes are frantic, instead of a white sclera his iris is surrounded by
of letting him continue to panic you decide to step forward, “Hello” Making
sure to pitch your voice low, almost in a whisper, “You don’t need to be
afraid, you’re in the Watchtower, you’re safe”
you sit down in the chair beside his bed, making yourself smaller, less
threatening. Immediately he relaxes, “My name is Y/N. What’s your name?”
called me Match.”
do you want me to call you Match, or do you want to take another name?”
clone pauses, brow furrowing, “I-I’d like to keep Match”
I can call you Match” Extending one hand, you flash a bright smile, “It’s nice
to meet you, Match”
nice to meet you too. Can you – can you tell me why I feel … different?”
scratches the back of his head, “I feel more in control. I can think clearly
helped my husband and sons develop a serum that helped bind together the gaps
and breakages in your DNA sequence. It took a few days to develop, but the
serum is meant to help you gain control of the overactive aggression and
adrenalin that was constantly being secreted by your brain.” You gently place a
hand on Match’s, “It wasn’t your fault that you were always so out of control.
The blood they managed to get from Superman was full of excess adrenalin
because they got it when he was in the middle of a battle.”
I’m better now?”
should be in more control than you were. I’m sorry that we couldn’t ask you
first, but my husband didn’t want to risk you hurting anyone if we woke you
nods, “I understand” He finally seems to notice Conner lying prone in the bed decide
his, “Is that …?”
brother, yes. He’s only half Kryptonian. His DNA is a combination of Superman’s
and Lex Luthor’s. According to Camdus’ notes, he’s also younger than you”
my little brother? And he … isn’t as strong as me?”
he would be considered your younger brother, and no, he isn’t going to be as
strong as you”
face hardens, “I’ll protect him. Cadmus won’t get him again” He turns toward
you, already shifting slightly, ready to spring in between you and his new
brother, “You don’t have to worry, Match, I don’t want to hurt your brother any
more than you do”
flash a brief smile, “I’d like to invite my friend in here, his name is J’onn,
and my husband, Batman. They’ll be able to wake up your brother, and we can
have this same talk with him. I was hoping that you’d be able to help him feel
a little more comfortable.”
I’d like to meet him. Cadmus kept me in that pod, they only took me out to
‘test’ me against the other clones … I always won. I couldn’t ever talk to the
away from them now, and you’ll never have to go back to them, not if I can help
boy, who decides on the name Conner, is quieter than Match. He listens
intently, only asking questions every once and awhile, he mainly watches you
and allows Match to put an arm over his shoulder.
are you doing this?”
do you mean?”
lip curls slightly in a self-deprecating smirk, “I mean, why did you take us
from Cadmus? What do you want us to do in order for us to keep our freedom?
When are you going to put us back in our pods?”
not going to put you back in your pods, honestly my husband had to stop me from
throwing those things out the air lock! You boys don’t have to do anything unless you want to. We aren’t
going to force you into servitude just to keep your freedom, this isn’t some
kind of bartering game. And we took you from Cadmus because … well because
you’re children, and no child should be forced to grow up in some test tube!
They should be able to have fun, and choose their own paths in life!”
nods, not hearing a single lie in your statement, “I believe you, you don’t …
feel like the scientists did. You feel good, warm”
glad” You glance over at Conner, who is now leaning more into Match than he was
a few minutes ago, “Now I know that you’ve only been awake for a few hours, but
the sedative we gave you is still working its way out of your system. Why don’t
you two go to sleep, and when you wake up we can talk a little bit more.”
stands up slowly, and plops himself down on his bed. He curls up in a tight
little ball, snuggling under the blankets, you barely hear the soft “Okay”
before he’s completely asleep.
drags the bed closer so he can keep an eye on Conner, “Thank you for taking us
form Cadmus. I’ve only met him once, but I know that Lex Luthor will not let
Conner go very easily. He will try and take him back”
you reach out, running fingers through his short hair, just like you do with
all your other children, “You just leave Lex Luthor to me, Match, I’ll take
care of him”
In 1941 a young couple in Amsterdam were married. One wedding guest with a camera shot a home movie of the bride and groom coming out of an apartment building. The camera pans up for a few moments, about six seconds. From this view we see several neighbors leaning out of their windows to watch the wedding party down below. One of these people is a young girl, twelve-year-old Anne Frank. This is the only known footage of her.
A year later Anne would receive her famous diary for her thirteenth birthday. Only a month afterwards, the Frank family and four others would be forced into hiding due to the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands. It was here that Anne would write page after page of her thoughts in her diary, which she later intended to rewrite as a novel. Two years after going into hiding they would all be discovered by the police, arrested, and sent to a concentration camp.
Anne would die, days after her sister Margot, of starvation and disease in Bergen-Belsen concentration camp around February or March of 1945. It is believed that she died just weeks before the camp was liberated by British soldiers.
Today Anne’s diary has sold over 30,000,000 copies and has been translated into 67 languages. The young girl filmed at her window has become an international symbol of hope and faith in the goodness of humanity, even in the face of the most extreme adversity.
The new New York Times piece titled "And Jesus Said Unto Paul Ryan" is a masterpiece
Before I launch into this, I want to state up front, this is not directed at you, anonymous. Thank you for thinking of me, and the article is a funny read.
But I also read the article on the train to work this morning (before I ever got this ask) and it has been bothering me all day. I thought about it at lunch. It niggled at me during my healthcare policy class, because the Social Security Act is boring and so was the view out the window. And on the train ride home, I went huh.
I don’t give a fuck whether Paul Ryan is a good Christian.
I was surprised too! But it turns out, I don’t give a fuck whether any of my elected leaders’ policies are consistent with their professed Christianity. I don’t care whether their policies are consistent with my or anyone else’s Christianity. If the Second Coming happened tomorrow, and Jesus came down on a cloud and handed me the ACA replacement bill, I would still want to see the Congressional Budget Office report about it.
It’s fun to condemn our political leaders for hypocrisy. (God knows most of them are, and so deserve it.) But at the same time, I feel like we keep circling the same fallacy—”well, you know Ryan and his ilk aren’t real Christians; real Christians would [insert political viewpoint here].” It’s a fun fallacy! You pull it out at parties and it gets you off the hook entirely. You might be a thing, but you’re not that thing, so it’s all okay!
The problem with this is that…..well, real Christians are, and have. Real Christians have had slaves or been complicit in slavery, they’ve started wars and genocides and simony and scandal. Real Christians had a vested interest in the oppression of women and the conversion of all people on earth to Christianity. Real Christians killed Jews and Real Christians killed Muslims and Real Christians in the US today have decided to continue that 2000 year unbroken tradition of hate. Real Christians scream outside of abortion clinics. Name it, Real Christians have done it, or been complicit in it. You can’t divorce the words of Jesus from the bits of history or politics you don’t approve of—or at the very least, you can’t pretend as though “Real Christianity” is a totally separate animal, innocent in comparison with its ugly political cousin.
At the end of the day, the Christian Bible has been used to both support and condemn all sorts of political activity since….before the ink of the canon had a chance to dry. And I’m sure that in two hundred years, there will still be thinkpieces arguing that the senator isn’t a real Christian, because a real Christian would have issued a statement welcoming the sentient moss of Zebble-gor to Congress.
But I don’t like it. Because—well, because we’re not a theocracy. Whether someone is a good Christian or a hypocritical Christian is irrelevant. Our elected leaders need to be good leaders. Full stop. They should be guided by honesty and innovation and civic-mindedness and compassion and intelligence; they should be ethical and make choices with integrity, take their position and its obligations seriously, listen to their constituents. If those qualities come out of their commitment to Christianity, that’s fine! But they don’t have to, and I don’t think it’s productive—even within the Christian community—to go back and forth about someone’s religiosity.
I don’t care if Paul Ryan is a good Christian. He can settle that one up with our Lord and Savior when the time comes. But he’s the principal sponsor of a frankly shitty piece of legislation, which offers significant federal savings at the expense of poor and elderly individuals.