#5 fucking minutes? is it that deep ?

[act-more-like-a-dog-sirius]

HP Rants: Things Fandom Gets WRONG

The Dark Mark (tattoo)

where oh where is the reading comprehension??? did y’all really not read any of GoF??? not only does the minister of fucking magic not know about the Dark Mark tattoos, as snape has to explain and show it to him (which just ????? astounding incompetence from the ministry of goddamn magic and the wizarding world at large) but sirius literally says in response to the kiddos telling him that Karkaroff showed snape something on his arm, “'He showed Snape something on his arm?' said Sirius, looking frankly bewildered...'Well, I’ve no idea what that’s about." despite the fact that he KNOWS for a fact karkaroff was a death eater. (and his own goddamn brother was a death eater. And his family was super pro-voldemort).

The whole fucking point is that no one knew.

Otherwise it would have been obvious who was and who wasn’t death eaters, or at least, inner-circle death eaters. Sirius would not have gone to Azkaban. The Malfoys and literally every other free death eater would have.. but this didn’t happen because the wizarding world is complete shit at handling things and disseminating EXTREMELY IMPORTANT information.. that’s the whole fucking point.

#every time i see a fic say that regulus “took the mark” #or that sirius' parents wanted to make him “get the mark” #i want to scream in rage #and i immediately close the fic no questions asked #and then have to take at least 5 minutes of deep breaths to calm myself down and remind myself people are allowed to be wrong #i can be mature and let them be wrong #i am a mature adult and can let them be wrong #i don't need to start a fight because i am a mature adult and i can just let them be wrong it won't kill me #but seriously #why the FUCK is everyone so fucking wrong #ALL THE FUCKING TIME #WHERE or where is the fucking reading comprehension???? #salty hp rant #hp rant #hp meta #harry potter #sirius black #dark mark #salty hp takes #marauders #harry potter meta #i hate being the only correct person in this fandom #lmfao #god please help there is no reading comprehension in this fandom #it is so diseased and sick #marauders fandom #literally the fucking worst

[kinos-fortress-2]

miss pauling WOULD NOT SMELL FINE.

#me disagreeing at everything about miss pauling that people paints her as something good sweet or cool #WHEN SHES NOT COOL OR AWESOME OR SMELLS GOOD AT ALL SHAKES YOU AROUND LIKE A BOTTLE #she smells LIKE HUMAN SWEAT and old clothes from a humid closet she barely cleans. like a grandma. #well grandmas do smell nice. BUT THATS NOT THE FACT #ok well she does smell fine and bearable maybe he hair smells like bed sheets no changed at all #because she wakes up so early she doesn’t have time to clean her room or make her bed #she just instantly runs not even eating breakfast and dying of hunger until either scout or soldier gives her a cookie #or a half eaten pork beans in soldiers courtesy #and gets home late EXHAUSTED and throws herself in the bed to later wake up in 5 minutes #me wanting to expose her every single damn time i am evil like that to my ult #oh yeah her hair doesn’t smell that good at all. full of lice. and greasy. girl wash YOUR HAIR that’s what demo always says to her #prob demo often times calls her out or secretly spy will come and said damn my mask doesn’t even smell that bad than that hair of yours #but is either of those two. wait what i was talking about #her teeth are so yellow because she forgets to clean them #crusty eyes too. can’t put makeup stupidass just only puts her fav purple lipstick to hide her crusty lips #takes a deep breath… fuck. woman failure

[remyfire]

Hey so what's all this then

#bj and margaret microdosing on husband and wife roles again i see #foaming at the mouth over them yet again #the last like 5 minutes of this episode sent me full off the fucking deep end #bj hunnicutt #margaret houlihan #margbeej #beejmarg #m*a*s*h #mashblogging #mashposting #s8e9 #mr and mrs who

[mellaithwen]

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#I struggled with what to talk about in therapy this week so of course my chronic illness said cHALLENGE ACCEPTED. #but here’s the kicker — I know the second I open that box that it is going to fuck me up so I’ve been drifting past it #but. idk. #I want to sit on the floor in therapy but I can’t even say it cause it sounds stupid but I really want to sit on the fucking floor #I know if I’m not ready to dive in then I’ll undo progress #but equally I’ll never be ready cause the medical trauma bullshit runs so deep and is so prevalent in all aspects because the fucking #disease is prevalent everywhere and #I don’t have the resilience for any of it #I have one dose of victoza left and that’s it - the pharmacy have giving me 5 IOU’s so far #and I was finally seeing my numbers steadying out #and it makes me so angry because it’s too much #it’s too much to advocate for yourself and research and manage and try and you ask for help and you get shit in return #and I’m so burnt out with it but you can’t even BE fully burnt out because that would mean death #so all you can do is be a bad student #and then the endocrinologist tuts #in your five minute appointment that you waited 18 months for #it’s too fucking much I WANT A FUCKING BREAK #will delete this later #just needed to rant and get it out of me so it doesn’t fester like always #I’m tired #t1dlookslikeme #type 1 diabetes

[kittlyns]

I had yet another long, strenuous day yesterday and didn't finish work until super late and then I couldn't fall asleep until well past 2am cuz I was in so much pain from standing literally all day

#what made it worse was the client I spent most of my day with was a brand new client. and she booked super last minute #so I wasnt mentally prepared for doing a 5 hour color. and her natural hair was already pretty light so I had to foil foil foil. go back. #pull out first couple foils. foil foil foil. go back. pull out the next few. #over and over and over. #and her hair was so fucking long. and so fucking thick. #and after the first hour she wouldn't talk. like I like my silence so I don't fight it much #but every now and then I would try to engage with her. I'd say something and she would straight up ignore me. no acknowledgment. #which makes me feel anxious cuz it's like jesus... does she hate me?? did I piss her off somehow? #even when I finished her hair (it looked fucking amazing no lie. one of my best highlights yet.) she had next to no reaction to it #she was like 'it looks fine. I mean good. it's good.' completely deadpan #I laughed it off and was like yeah it's been a long day girl! but it looks amazinggg on you!! #no response. deep inhale. alright. #whatever tho. #when I did finally get off work I stopped @ bojangles cuz I was lightheaded and hadn't eaten since morning #and when I tell you I almost broke down into tears cuz there were so many people crowding the goddamn pickup area. #and so many bizarre conversations going on. genuinely felt like I was in some form of hell #like my feet hurt. my back hurts. I'm tired. I didn't get the validation I like to have over a 5 hour transformative color. #I'm hungry and there are two elderly women blocking the pickup counter. one is hard of hearing so she keeps yelling HUH??? #and the other only speaks in soft baby whispers. that goes as well as you can imagine. #there's a man behind me grilling an employee abt whether or not he goes to church. he starts witnessing to him #and the employee says 'I've never thought about it like that before' no less than 4 times. #there's a child in front of me playing tiktoks @ full volume. and this is all happening simultaneously. #I really considered just leaving without my food but I knew I needed to eat and didnt have anything at home so I stuck it out #was it worth it? no. bojangles honestly sucks these days but what's a girl gonna do. #got home and tried to pass out but nope. tossed and turned all night. #put on hot n cold patches to try to soothe the pain a little. didn't work cuz one pain would be eased a bit and another pain would take over #blahhhhhh #and now. I get to do it all over again! yippeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

[moonscape]

me thinking i won't have to block many tags on this account because i don't want to give a fuck but unfortunately i have the disorder that makes me give a fuck too intensely

#bwark #literally hate feeling any sort of emotion with bpd whether it's good or bad because it always gets taken up to 100 #i hate calling it emotionally unstable personality disorder but like. damn they're kind of right skjdjdjd #dreading the day i'll get someone telling me that something isn't that deep because genuinely i don't think most things are that deep either #it just is that deep to me in the moment. i will forget all about it in like 5 minutes though #and it's for positve emotions too. literally got super fucking giddy on the bus today over NOTHING #related to my original point but i finally got around to blocking every isat related tag i could think of so i don't have to avoid my #spoiler posting mutuals again #anyway. i should learn how to regulate my emotions lmao

[coffee-bat]

fuckign. stick

#yesterday ive went through the horrors for this stick and still failed to retrieve it #this stick is now my arch nemesis #ramble #my pics #i was in the swamp again yesterday looking for moor frogs. no frogs in sight for 2 hours. it rained and it was cold. #on my way back i finally see hope. a stick. with nice fucking fungi. #im like 'oh ill bring it for mom (shes a mycologist)' #i jumped onto a tiny piece of dry-ish land. as close as i could get to The Stick #i leaned forward as far as i could. grabbed it. pulled. it was stuck. and by pulling i sank my leg knee-deep into the water #i kept pulling bc i wanted that fucking stick. only kept burrowing my leg deeper. other leg fell in too. #i struggled with the fucking stick for 5 minutes before i gave up and had to walk 2km home in soaked pants and water and mud in my shoes #im so upset i wanted that stick so bad

[selfconsumerofmywoes]

i got my period and now the whole world smells sooo fucking bad

#why do i get a like super hypersensitive sense of smell #every time #everything fucking stinks even if it doesn’t #i have to walk around with a bottle of fabreeze #can’t go near the kitchen sink because to me it reaks even though i deep cleaned the kitchen yesterday and it’s fine #had to scrub the bathroom as soon as a woke up even though that too is spotless #just put something in the bin which i’ve only been using 2 days and i can still smell it from the other side of the room 5 minutes later #am i just making up these smells??? because i’ve asked people before and they can never smell anything #meanwhile i’m trying not to chuck my guts up from the stench #i talk and its probably something weird

[rosykims]

i feel so so so bad for elspeth coming back to ferelden and finding out half her fucking people went and got themselves blood sacrificed for a fucking darkspawn magister :/

#tay plays dai #oc: elsepth #she really left for 5 minutes and the whole entirety of thedas blew up huh #A PART OF ME IS LIKE OK. MAYBE FERELDEN ISNT AS EFFECTED BC HER PEOPLE LIKE... HAVE BRAINCELLS #and with nate and oghren taking over for her it cant be THAT bad. or maybe just nate idk #but god. shes going to send the fucking MEANEST letter ever penned by man to the wiesshaupt after this #ik the HoF has only been a warden for a decade but the way they are the Only bitch who knows what theyre doing at any given point #is so sad honestly. elspeth isnt even that smart like cmon guys the bar is in the deep roads #ashara does end up recruiting the wardens but like. with contempt and malice in her heart bc she thinks theyre SO fucking stupid #and wouldve exiled them if they werent so crucial.... and tbh at this point im thinking elspeth would also be like 'yeah fair' #she literally decided NOT to marry ALISTAIR FUCKING THEIRIN because of her respect for the wardens and THIS is how they repay that??? #she couldve been QUEEN but instead she has to babysit these people who take the credit for her and ali ending the blight singlehandedly.... #sigh. tbh at the end of the day fuck bioware bc MY wardens would never be this cringe

[lilgynt]

i will sob my brains out at 5 am remembering events from this year and also christmas last year and being annoyingly petty and unable to let go of relatively small comments just bc i’m sensitive and raw and have a complex

#personal #fake therapy is fun till ur sobbing and biting ur lip and realize how hard ur gripping your arm #ben said i was an adult after i jokingly not jokingly mentioned mom made me go to work for 3 days with a broken foot #after she was complaining about how mean we are to her #which i imagine was just resentment of her calling me abusive the other day #and also i was out returning stuff for my mom at like 4 different stores and came back home like give me five to change so i don’t look #frumpy when we get dinner #and then moms like hurry up oh my god and bens like stop that’ll just make her take longer and fuck both of you i’ve been changing for what #5 fucking minutes? is it that deep ? #and mom saying i should have gone earlier but i didn’t bc i was sick and she’s like whatever and i can already feel the difference with my #brother home and it’s awful bc i do love him and enjoy his company #and maybe i’m on edge bc he only visits during holidays and holidays never go well for home #me #and we have fun and enjoy dinner but also that comment and like yeah maybe it was my fault for not just going anyway #but also mom was threatening to kick me out and making fun of me crying in pain #and fuck you you have a completely dynamic to her and she actually fucking likes you #and i just turn into this worst verison of my self around him bc i have a complex and i hate it #anyway. my tummy hurts. im no longer crying so this emotion will be purged pretty soon amen

[fabulouslygaybean]

why did i have to get assigned the nastiest fucking school laptop 😭

#by Nasty i mean it might as well have been a damn biohazard #ive been scrubbing at the charger for like 15 minutes because it has such a thick layer of grime #ive got most of it off but ill have to do a deep clean at home #the first alcohol wipe i used literally came back completely fucking black because it's so gross #but now it's faded to a light brown so that's good enough. ive already used like 5 alcohol wipes and i don't wanna grab any more rn lmaoo #i also have to clean out all the ports on both the laptop and the charger because they're filled with crumbs and mysterious sludge #like. its so bad that i genuinely do not trust it enough to use it or plug it in yet #the wonders of public school in the usa 👍

[hey-hermy]

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#damn bro i was having such a nice evening #all of 5 mins scrolling on this app and now im so anxious i could cry ????? #(to delete later and i promise I'll be ok) #(but fuck me do i miss 10 minutes ago when i didn't see the shite I've just read) #(deep shakey slow breaths) (fuck SAKE)

[mkscatgirl]

I've just had such an awful fucking time

#i woke up. checked my phone for 5 Seconds. dropped between the top of my bed and wall #of which it is IMPOSSIBLE to reach down as its a 1 cm gap and my bed is a solid rectagular prism barring one SMALL tunnel along the back #lengthwise side lets say #this is at 530 am and i have barely slept if at all #my bed is so fucking heavy i CANNOT move it #i emptied cupboards took blackets and mattresses off doesnt matter still wont budge an inch #i managed to use my yard stick to blindly knock my phone onto that small tunnel? hole? idk space i guess in the back of my bed #except NOW i cannot JUST reach in and get as my arm is shorter than the LENGTH of my bed #so what do i do??? i shimmy into the space that is JUST large enough that i can fit my shoulders into it but i have to lay on my side and #like not breath too heavy #i bring with me the yard stick and shimmy in as deep as my hips. now i can JUUUUSSSSTTT barely reach my phone with the yard stick and hook #the edge of it enough to pull the phone in but by bit until i can FINALLY reach it with my finger tips and shimmy my way out of there #it is NOW after 615 #i also spent 15 minutes having a full on breakdown because WHAT THE FUCK and also i am so tired and stressed and that was truly awful #i will now TRY to sleep and its only 50/50 whether or not im actually able to #i think if i killed myself that would actually be a very reasonable response to all of this because i SWEAR TO GOD this is ridiculous

[lucienvanitasabysslll]

every day i respect danny motta more

#his speech about shows handling (or more accurately refusing to handle) self harm in his new video was so fucking good amen #how is this man so based. his last hazbin video also had like a iirc 5+ minute segment just talking about how people are misinterpreting #angel and valentino's relationship #and that was so good as well like he Gets It and thats awesome #how does one mostly comedy oriented reactor manage to have more thoughtful and deep conversations about the topics presented in media #than like 90% of the other reactors i watch

[immamapletreekid]

once again impressed at just how quickly a new piece of media can take over my waking hours

#so the ppl were right...hannibal really is brain chemistry altering. in fact its scary how powerful it is #ive read through..;;;all the wikipedia pages for all 36 episodes in an evening instead of doing anything productive #before i realized it. the whole afternoon was gone. fuck #no regrets (will have many regrets come tomorrow morning) #ok but back to the topic at hand. all wikipedia articles. several other character wiki pages #SEVERAL SEVERAL VERY VERY VERY WELL WRITTEN TUMBLR ANALYSES ON THE SHOW #a good few made me have to put my phone down punch my bed a few times then walk several circles around my room flailing my arms about #bc of the shivers they gave me #god some of u ppl out there are so cool so incredibly skilled with an eye for these things #also went down deep dives on youtube for interviews.. the actors breaking down their characters. fan made compilations #again im particularly a big fan of the video compiling nearly every single cannibal pun made in the show #i feel like a new person again. a persona 3 obsession followed right after by this?!?!?!!!! ive never felt as alive as #when theres a piece of media that consumes all my thoughts. every minute im awake. nothing except the world and the story and the characters #and just how fucking incredible these pieces of media are at weaving the theme so deeply into every fibre of the series #actuslly if i try very hard. ims ure i csn find similarities between persona and hannibal that appealed to me #lately persona 3 has still got an iron grip on me. but that grip has been strengthened furthermore by persona 4 and 5....;;; truly this #this may be the end for me I JUST WANNA SPEND MT DAYS CURLED UP IN MY ROOM OBSESSING OVER THESE THINGS #no stress coming from school or job searching or money or social obligations or just. idk being a person is hard sometimes #passion is so important. like actuslly im going to start crying its so good to be passionate about something #ppl who are passionate about their stuff their thing their knowledge are so cool #im tired now and am going to sleep maybe. after rbing a few more things i keep seeing that cause thst little jolt of #excitement happiness goosebumps and shivers and i need to save tjem for times when it feels i have no passion left to absorb from the world #rambling about stuff

[shotmrmiller]

pornstar au

f!reader x simon 'ghost' riley

3.7k words (sorry)

tw: teacher-student relationship but it's just a scene for porn. explicit. horrifyingly so.

You burst into the classroom and stride purposefully towards your professor, who is seated in his leather chair, engrossed in his work. Impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for him to finish marking essays. However, after 5 minutes, your patience with this unbearable man ran out.

"Professor."

He hums, a deep sound coming from the back of his throat yet doesn't look up from what he's doing. A real piece of work, he is. How fucking aggravating.

"Professor Riley," your voice takes an irreverent tone.

The hand that had been writing non-stop comes to a sudden pause, and he finally directs his attention to you. Meeting your gaze, his dark eyes are hooded, his lips set in a firm line. His job is to literally deal with students, yet he dares to look annoyed.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong 'r am I gonna have to learn how to read minds?" he states.

Taking in a calming breath, you clench the crumpled essay in your hand. "Can you explain to me why you failed me on this? I did exactly as you asked!"

He must know precisely what you're talking about because he simply turns back to the papers on his desk.

"Tha's your problem. You did exactly as I asked, with no thought behind it. Just wrote the bare minimum, if you can even call it writin'. It's copy-paste," Professor Riley sets the pen down and leans back in the chair.

"I need ya to use tha' head o' yours when in this class. Otherwise, you'll fail the rest o' your classes too."

Fucking hell.

Professor Riley shifts in his seat, seemingly done with the conversation, and finishes, "If tha's all."

Shit. Your pause is too long, and the director calls it. Fuck.

"I'm really sorry, Ghost, I didn't mean-" Your words of apology dissolve into thin air as his strong hand finds its place on your hip— giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

"S'all righ', love. Mistakes happen. Matter fact," his eyes drift from you to behind you to beckon someone with two fingers. "C'mere, you."

It's the set assistant, and he's brought the script with him. Ghost swiftly stops him from handing it to you, instead pushing it onto the assistant's chest. "Won't be needin' tha', thanks. Tell the director tha' we'll be ad-libin'. Now sod off."

The assistant follows his command in haste, scurrying off to follow Ghost's instructions.

"Hey," he murmurs. Your eyes meet his, feeling the intensity of it quickens your heartbeat. "Say whatever you like, just remember to follow the storyline, alright?"

Follow the storyline. In porn. The irony isn't lost on you, but you bite the side of your gummy cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes, sir."

He drops his hand from where he held you slowly, seemingly almost reluctant to let go. "Ready?" Ghost's thin lips curl into a smirk when you nod at his question. "Good girl."

Your fingers tightly grip the flimsy material of your uniform skirt at his praise, and warmth pools in your lower belly.

His good girl.

A high-pitched voice cuts through your thoughts, signaling the restart of the shooting. You exhale a long breath, unclenching your hands in the process.

Action.

"If tha' all." Ghost reaches for his pen when you frantically grab onto his Oxford sleeve.

"Wait, Professor, please! I can't," you stammer, "I cannot fail this class! My parents would kill me if I studied abroad only to flunk. The tuition—"

His tone is authoritative as he abruptly cuts off your lengthy excuse. "Enough. Nothing can change the mark I've given you."

Your ears pricked up at his wording, and the corners of your lips pulled up into a roguish smile. "No?" Ghost stills before turning to face you, countenance blank. "Nothing at all, Professor?" With a coy tilt of your head, your wide, doe-like eyes meet his as your fingertips trace an alluring path from his forearm down to his knuckles.

"I really can't convince you in any way to change that grade for me?" You lean on the edge of his wooden desk— skirt so short it doesn't even graze the surface of it— and lightly curl your hand around his pointer finger. "It can be our little secret, Professor Riley," you purr.

Ghost lifts a single brow, and settles back into his seat, arms crossed over his barrel chest as his eyes travel from your feet to your exposed cleavage, fixating on the soft skin peeking out from your uniform top.

"Please?" his hushed voice reverberates inside your skull. "I promise to be a good girl."

That catches his attention, eyes flashing to yours, the fire behind them hot— you hope it burns you.

"'Sat, right? Tha' changes things now, doesn't it?" Ghost rolls his chair back, away from his desk, and spreads his thick legs apart in invitation, arms resting on the rests— the dictionary definition of casual. "Convince me then, pet."

"Yes, sir." Sauntering to stand in between his legs, you swallow thickly— the bulge in his groin was quite frankly, intimidating. You've had large, but this was in a league of its own.

"You gonna do it from up there? I know I'm bigger than average but not tha' big." A huff escapes from your lips. A whole comedian.

Knees pressed into the cold, tile floor, you expertly undo the button of his trousers and with his help, pulled them down along with his pants— just enough for his cock to spring free.

Bloody fucking hell.

His cock is monstrous. It rested against his belly, heavy and thick. The pink tip slightly peeking from under his foreskin. There was a groomed thatch of coarse hair at the base, and his balls were also heavy— one hanging lower than the other.

Ghost leans forward and cradles the underside of your jaw with one large hand, fingers gently caressing the delicate skin of your cheek, while the other pumps his rigid cock in anticipation. "Not scared, are ya?" His grin was wicked. "I promise it don't bite."

Grabbing his wrist, you maneuver his hand so that his thumb now rests on your soft lips. "Might not, but I do, Professor." And catch the tip of his finger between your blunt teeth, the subtle sting of it making him hiss.

"Perfect, pretty girl," he says, almost inaudible. His words of praise are for you alone— not for the scene, nor the camera. You peer up at him through your lashes, mewling softly at the expression on his face.

His brow was set, hooded eyes sultry, a rosy hue across his cheeks and nose, and lips parted as he panted quietly.

Delicious.

Ghost then pushes his thumb further into your slick mouth and hooks it behind your bottom teeth, delicately pulling you closer to him as he tips his head down— taking his thumb out with a pop. His warm breath fans across your face as he moves closer until his lips connect with yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting of frosty mint and his own unique taste.

Your hands come up, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs when he grasps your wrist and moves it to the focal point of his desire— his breath hitching when you give his cock a firm squeeze. Ghost bites your bottom lip before breaking away, a guttural noise escaping him when you begin to stroke him. "Tighten your hand around—" he breaks off, moaning against your kiss-swollen lips when you comply.

He threads his fingers through your hair that sits at the base of your skull, curling them into a fist and tugging back— craning your neck, hair pulled taut.

"So obedient. Jus' f'me, love?" you hum cheekily, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Would you hold it against me if I said no?" he chuckles under his breath, the grip on your hair tightening marginally.

"I'd say tha' you're lyin'." He sucks in a breath when you press down lightly onto his slit with your thumb. "Cheeky."

He loosens the hold he has on you, feeling your scalp prickle with tender relief, and relaxes back into the chair. "All yours, sweetheart."

That light wasn't getting any greener, so with a grunt, you shifted your weight, ignoring your aching knees, and wrapped your lips around his cock.

Barely.

The salty bite of his arousal and musk spread on your tongue as you took him in deep, stilling once he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, look at me."

Slightly tipping your head back, you do as he says, your throat closing around him as he slips in even further.

"Fuckfuckfuck," a hiss, "such a hot little mouth, just swallowin' me righ' up." Your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, forcing you to pull back to gasp for air. Ghost squeezes himself at the base and taps your cheek with his saliva-coated length.

"A dirty slag like you, jus' takin' me like a professional. Tha' what you are? A professional cock sucker, love?" he taunts. Your pussy clenches when he calls you a slag, pressing your thighs together in the hope of some friction; Something to alleviate the throbbing ache in between your legs.

Ghost with eyes as keen as ever, notices. Damn.

"Oh? Little harlot likes to get degraded, does she? Reminded of her place? How I'd love to teach you exactly where you belong, but tha' wouldn't be you convincin' me to change your bad grade, now would it?"

His cock taps on your swollen lips. "Another time, hm? Now open. Make me see reason."

Ghost's wish is your command. With enthusiasm, you take him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, place a hand right under your lips, and twist with every push and pull.

It's sloppy, spit covering your hand, dripping down to his balls. Your jaw aches, a burning pressure a little under your ear, but what gives you the strength to continue is the loud moans coming from Ghost. He holds nothing back, his hand engulfing the crown of your head while he gently pushes you down. A performer down to his very bones.

You were about to pause the recording, the pain in your mandible and knees almost becoming too much when he suddenly pulled you off of him.

"Wha—?" Ghost seizes you by the upper arms, forcibly bringing you to your feet, disregarding your pained whimper, and places you on the sturdy desk.

He's curling his fingers into the waistband of your frilly knickers, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them. There's a quiet popping sound when he bends his knees, going eye level with your bare cunt.

In a hushed tone, you say, "This isn't part of the scene." Ghost drags his eyes from your glistening slit to your face, gaze suffocating, smothering the very air in your lungs.

"Just a taste, love." He curls one hand under your thigh, lifting it to perch it on the edge of the desk, the other he throws over his strong shoulder. The only sound in the room is your soft moans as he expertly slides his warm tongue through your slick folds, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

By god does he eat pussy like it's his job. Peering down at him, you can't stop the sounds that spill from your mouth when his tongue visibly splits your pussy lips open, flicking at your clit, lapping up your arousal like it is honey. You take hold of his short hair, tugging at the strands as each swirl of his talented tongue pushes you closer to your peak.

His eyes cut to yours when he presses a thick finger into you, drinking in your desperate expression as you keen, begging for more, blabbering about it being so good, yet not enough, please god more.

Ghost curls his finger, only taking a second to find your sweet spot, and pushes— bursts of light flashing in your peripheral vision. You begin to rock your hips unconsciously, chasing your ecstasy, and Ghost simply flattens his tongue, letting you grind against it.

You teeter on the edge of bliss, a tightening in your stomach, right under where his finger is. Shaky exhales leave you, the leg that's on the desk visibly trembling from the tension that threatens to snap you in half.

He presses a kiss to your sodden pussy, and croons, "Gonna come f'me?" You jerkily nod.

"Yes fuck yes, I'm gonna come for you, just for you, Professor Riley pleaseee—" your blathering turns into a high-pitched squeal as he lightly sucks on your pearl, hips lifting off the desk as a blinding orgasm crashes into you, pleasure bursting through your very core, cunt pulsating with every wave of ecstasy around Ghost's finger.

He wastes no time in rising to his feet and slotting his mouth over yours, the taste of your slick strong, potent on his tongue. Ghost breaks away, his breath smelling of your desire. "Exquisite, like ambrosia. Addicting."

Ghost's hand cups your sensitive quim and whispers, "Think you can take me? Tha' orgasm took a lot outta ya."

Silly question. "I'm a big girl, Ghost. I can take it."

He licks the front of his teeth and glances down to where his hand rests. "Course you can, love. Turn around f'me."

Your movements are sluggish as you turn over onto your stomach, rising to the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him.

Ghost grabs the sides of your waist, and flips your skirt up, tucking the edge into the waistband of it. His hands palm your cheeks, thumbs digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open, completely exposed to him.

"Fuck me if tha' isn't the prettiest sight I've ever had the pleasure of seein'." He doesn't acknowledge your scoff as he spreads your hands out, placing them flat on the table— enveloping your hand with his own, intertwining his fingers with yours.

His leans over your semi-prone body, cock gently prodding at your entrance, gliding easily through your folds. "Ready?"

Arching your back, his tip slips inside, just barely. That's your answer.

You can hear the smarmy grin that spreads on his face, and wanted to snark back but you're rendered mute when he pushes in. Your eyes cross at the stretch of his cock, a feeling so sublime you know that no one will ever be able to duplicate. Your fingers tighten around his as you mewl when he bottoms out, hips flush against your arse.

Ghost sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift your weight, and whatever you did has him sliding in deeper— turning his hiss into a guttural groan. "Fuck, you have no fuckin' idea how good you feel."

Probably not, but you have every idea how good he feels.

"You okay, love? Took me so well like you were made jus' f'me. So warm and soft, tight like a vice around my cock. Pretty pussy split wide open, stuffed full of me." He speaks unfettered filth to you, dripping over your ears like molasses, thick and syrupy. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders— dizzy, drunk on his scent, his cock that's got you tearing at the seams.

Then he begins to move, pulling out until an inch remains inside, and pushing in until he's nudging the plug of your womb, feeling a deep pinch under your navel.

This is what it's like to get fucked by Ghost. The one everyone covets after, hoping he drags down the very heavens with his bare hands and lays it at their feet. And here he is, fucking you. A newbie, a fresh face no one knows yet, a name that'll probably never grace the front page.

You doubt his motives are altruistic, but goddamn does it not matter; Not with the way he's carving a space inside of you that only he will ever fit in, or the way he's curling his free hand around your neck, thumb pressed right over your racing pulse.

He lowers himself until his strong chest is to your back, his teeth nipping the tip of your ear. "The moment I saw you gettin' fucked by Johnny, I knew I had t'have ya." Your walls clamp down on him involuntarily, wrenching a pained noise from him. "Fuckin' hell, I knew this pussy would be magical."

Ghost's lips skim over the shell of your ear before pressing a chaste kiss on it. "Lemme hear how good I make ya feel, pet. Don't hold back on me now." He grinds into your arse, going in so deep that it feels like he's trying to push past the entrance of your womb. "S'alrigh'. I'll jus' have t'pull 'em outta ya."

He releases you, placing both hands flat on the desk, on either side of your shoulders. "Take em for myself, make 'em mine." Straightening all the way, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist.

"What a view. Perfection." He rolls his hips, rhythm languid, loud squelching noises coming from where he fills you. "Drippin' cream all over my cock, pet. Can't tell me this isn't 'cause of me."

How the fuck can he still talk? How is he coherent? Why isn't his brain turned into mush like yours is?

"Fuckin' ya speechless, am I? Oh, sweetheart, but I'm barely gettin' started." Ghost slowly pulls out, and curls his hand around your shoulder, nudging you to turn over. "On your back, now."

You lazily flip over, hair sticking to your sweat-slick skin, and he hooks his arms underneath your legs and drags you to the edge until your arse hangs from it. "I wanna see that pretty face when you come." He wastes no time in sheathing himself back inside your swollen channel, walls fluttering at the invasion.

Ghost hooks one leg over his shoulder to lean forward, pinning you to the desk with his upper body, and maneuvers your other to wrap around his wide waist. "That cock drunk look on your face makes my balls tighten, what a fuckin' expression you've got, christ," he growls. "Knowin' I put it there makes it all the better."

He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gives you a smile that is all teeth. "Now let's make you sing."

Grunting, he straightens. plants his feet firmly, stance wide, and begins to fuck you. The videos of the famed Ghost you saw are nothing, nothing, in comparison to real life. His full weight is behind every spine-jarring thrust, it makes your teeth clack, it rattles your brain inside your skull. He does it so perfectly because at no point do you feel any discomfort, not even a twinge. It's all a pleasure that blazes, an all-encompassing heat that threatens to swallow you whole, burn you from the inside out.

His cock punches the breath out of your lungs, wails clawing out of your throat, and it's so good, so fucking good— god, maybe he is god, you don't know, everything is so blurry, hazy—

All senses focus on the sudden touch between your legs, an expert thumb drawing tight circles on your slippery clit and there's no way you're going to survive this—

"There she is, the girl I saw in the video. Tha's an expression I see in myfuckin' sleep. Give me what's mine, pet. Let me feel you, cream all over my cock."

He's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, a wave of pleasure so intense, it just might drag you out to sea, drowning you.

Ghost, the fucking god of sex, stops his ministrations to spit on your pussy. Spit. From his full height, a glob of warm saliva drops to your mons, and he smears it with his fingers over your pussy lips before rubbing your clit. His thrusts slow in pace, turning into a firm snap of his hips, making sure you feel every ridge of his cock, and in less than a minute, your spine arches off the desk.

Your mouth opens into a silent scream, lids snapping shut as you break underneath him, warmth gushing from where he's continuously sinking into you, a steady, slow rhythm that never ends.

"Came all over me, didn't ya? Bet you didn't know you could even do tha'."

You didn't.

"Jus' for tha', I'm gonna give you somethin' in return, yeah? A little reward for bein' so good," he praises.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, swollen and thick, and unconsciousness creeps at the very edges of your mind.

All you can do is lie there and take it, his sloppy thrusts, his harsh panting until he moans, "'m close, so fuckin' close," and with whatever remnants of strength you have left, you use to squeeze him tightly— unwilling to let go because his come is yours now, you've earned it.

"Come in me, Ghost," you whimper.

That does it. He slams his hands on either side of your head and borderline roars out his release, cock twitching inside of your used cunt, filling you with his spend.

Cut.

Ghost's breathing is labored, a harsh pant that fans over your overheated skin, damp with sweat.

His brows are furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut, gulping in air and shivering in the aftershock of his climax.

To be fucked by Ghost is to see the Garden of Eden behind your eyelids.

Now you understand. You understand why he has no equal. He is unparalleled.

Jesus Christ, you're fucked. So, so fucked.

He slowly opens his eyes and peers down at you with a wolfish grin.

"Perfection."

--

A week later, your video with Ghost is the most viewed on the entire website. Not one other video even scratches the bottom of where your video sits.

Ghost truly is the king.

Curiously enough, your friend is the one who lets you know that Mr. life-altering cock himself never kisses during work. Not once in any video of his has he ever kissed, apart from a short pressing of lips to skin.

Your heart traitorously flutters at the thought of it meaning something more. Catching feelings when you get fucked for a living is not the move. But there's no stopping it from misbehaving, especially when you receive another script, to make another video with Ghost.

Another. one.

Fuck. Fuck!!

You cannot wait.

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