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storiesofsvu2-0 · 11 months

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Not a Peep

Tara Lewis x reader Warnings: language, smut, fingering, dirty talk. Covers the "camping/cabin" square for bingo and a request. no there will not be a part 2, so don't ask for it. find a prompt list, send in a request if you want more Tara content.

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In any normal situation, team bonding was absolute torture, days forced together in cramped conference rooms while you pretended the work you were doing was some form of a fun game. But when it came to the BAU, things were finally different. You’d spend a couple of days in a nice city after working a case to let off a little steam, a day of gambling in Vegas, visits to the beach in Florida, Penelope had even roped the team into an afternoon in Disneyland after a case in Los Angeles. This extended weekend trip however involved no case at all, inspired by a night the previous autumn when Emily started telling scary stories to fit the Halloween theme around the office. It spurned on a conversation about summers spent at sleepover camp, weeks at campgrounds with families and friends. Shifting from the idea of groups of teens being murdered to the fun days of playing capture the flag, building fires to roast smores, sticky smiles at the end of a very happy, fun filled day.

It had been months since then and was a big surprise when Rossi announced he’d rented out a cabin an hour outside the city for the long weekend. Attendance was required and fun would be had. On top of that, all food and drinks would be provided, so it really was a win all the way around. Days were filled with various activities, the team splitting off depending on what everyone wanted to do, but there was a lot of lounging by the lake, swimming, disappearing off into the woods for a hike for everyone to return together for dinner. The barbeque was always utilized, racks of ribs, cobs of corn, various types of burgers, fresh fruit, grilled skewers of vegetables with cold beers to wash it all down with while the sun set on the horizon.

Currently, everyone was circled around the fire pit in the backyard telling silly stories, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. You were on a double seater almost loveseat with Tara, a blanket tossed over your bare legs that were conveniently draped over the other woman’s lap. The team knew you were close, but it was only Emily that actually knew you were dating and that had only been because she was your boss. Though the secret wouldn’t have lasted long anyway, you’d shared a wall at one of the hotels on a case recently and things hadn’t exactly been quiet. A lecture didn’t come, but a hell of a lot of playful teasing did, including a very sly grin from Emily when you and Tara offered to bunk together this weekend.

Tara wasn’t doing it on purpose, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on your legs under the blanket, barely moving, ghosting over your skin. Her attention was turned to her other side, eyes on Luke as he took his turn at telling a ghost story. Your leg involuntarily twitched in her lap as you shifted slightly in an attempt to rub your thighs together. You attempted to play it off as stretching out a stuff muscle but Tara had already caught you, her hand stilling, wrapping around your calf and squeezing tightly without so much as a glance in your direction. You let out a soft sigh, reaching into the cooler beside you to grab a fresh beer in an attempt to distract yourself.

By the time Luke had finished his story, Rossi was calling it a night and heading inside, JJ not far behind him. Luke tossed another log on the fire and this time you actually did stretch your body out, slipping from underneath the blanket.

“Oh not you too!” Emily protested and you laughed.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, relax.”

Disappearing into the cabin you let out a little shiver, pulling Tara’s stolen flannel tighter around your body, though maybe the chill would help you calm down. The scent of her perfume on the shirt certainly wasn’t helping but it wasn’t as bad as having her hands on you beside the burning of the fire. You grabbed a glass of water from the kitchen, taking a couple of minutes to yourself as you wandered down the hallway to the bathroom. After freshening up you dried your hands on one of the fluffy towels before unlocking the door, your attention on your phone as you typed out a reply to a couple of texts, you didn’t even notice Tara rounding into the hallway.

“Jeeze!” You jumped, letting out a quiet giggle as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, “told you I’d be right back.”

“Yeah, but I needed a fresh drink.” She shrugged, one hand pulling you closer to her by the beltloop in your shorts while the other slid up your cheek, wrapping around the back of your neck, “and I wanted an excuse to do this.” She murmured; her breath hot on your lips before they met yours.

You let out a moan into the kiss, your hands quickly wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her even tighter to you while she maneuvered you so your back hit the wall and you let out a little squeak. Tara took advantage, her tongue slipping into your parted lips, swooping through your mouth and dancing with your own. She softly dominated the kiss, putting all of the pent up tension you’d both been holding back all day into it, lips moving with grace in a familiar dance. The hand on your hip curved around your body, squeezing at your ass through your shorts and you let out a soft groan, your body arching into hers. Chuckling, she pulled away from your lips, kissing at the bare skin of your neck and you shivered, goosebumps popping up on your skin.

“So sensitive.”

“You started it.” You muttered back, your eyes fluttering shut as her teeth grazed against your neck, your hands clawing at the fabric of her shirt as she propped a knee between your legs.

“Oh come on!” Emily’s voice suddenly broke through your fantasy and Tara pulled herself out of the crook of your neck, a smirk on her lips, “that’s not a new drink! Or the bathroom.” She shot you a playful glare as she opened her bedroom door, “I swear if I hear even a peep tonight I’m telling the whole team.”

“Sorry Emily.” Tara laughed, her hand running down your arm to link with yours, tugging you in the direction of your shared bedroom. Emily rolled her eyes, disappearing into her room, the door clicking shut behind her before you retired into your own.

In the privacy of your room your hands reached out for Tara again, pulling her back to you, your hands slipping under the hem of her hoodie. She laughed softly, her arms wrapping around you as her lips met yours again. She nipped at your lower lip, her hands sliding the flannel off your arms, letting it drop to the floor and you whined quietly, tugging at her sweater.

“Patience…” She murmured.

“You’ve been teasing all day.” You grumbled back, though a smile broke out on your lips as she pulled the hoodie over her head, her hands nudging at your hips and she laughed.

“Yeah? How so?” She raised a brow as you shifted back up to the headboard and she was able to crawl onto the bed.

“Have you seen yourself in a bikini? Or how about all those lingering glances and little touches? Tease.”

“You heard Prentiss.” She said with a shrug, shifting onto the bed beside you, slipping under the covers, “it’s quiet hours.”

“Please.” You pouted, a hand reaching out to brush her hair back behind her ear.

“You sure you can? You almost woke up the entire floor in San Diego.”

“Well maybe that’s just because you fuck me so good I can’t help it.” With a grin you surged toward her, pulling her down on top of you in a kiss and she couldn’t resist but to slide her tongue into your mouth.

One hand braced her on the bed while the other snuck under your tank top, groping at your chest and you softly moaned, Tara silencing it with her mouth, swallowing your breath down. Her finger and thumb rolled your nipple between them, pinching down harder with each rotation, your back arching off the bed toward her. She repeated the action on the other side, earning a tiny whine from you into the kiss, your hips rocking up toward her when she settled a leg between yours.

“You like that?” She asked quietly, lips barely leaving yours, “like it when I play with your pretty tits?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, doing your best not to make a noise.

“Thought you might.”

Her leg surged up between yours, thigh rubbing right against your clothed cunt and your breath caught in your throat, your hands clutching at her body.

“Tara… please..”

Her fingers pinched harshly at your nipple and the gasp caught in your throat, your head dropping back into the pillows. Tara kissed at the side of your jaw, trailing down your neck, teeth nipping at your skin as they went, by the time she’d settled in the crook of your neck her hand was sneaking downwards, fingers toying with the waistband of your shorts. She snapped the elastic against your body to test you, to see if you’d follow the rules before her hand finally slunk underneath them, a quiet gasp leaving your lips when her fingers found your clit.

Her lips returned to yours as her fingers began to lazily rub at your clit, lips curving up into a grin as your body slowly started to rock up towards her in a steady rhythm. Your arms wound around her, one hand tangling into her hair as your heart rate began to pick up. It was just enough to rile you up, barely above a level of teasing but Tara’s hands and lips were on you, so you weren’t about to complain, you knew she’d reward you soon enough. Your breath was hot on her neck, the quietest of whimpers sent straight into her ear and she grinned, placing a gentle kiss on your skin as her hand sunk lower, fingers swiping through your folds. A hitched breath left your throat as she gathered your juices, moving back up to rub at your clit again, this time harder and faster before sinking back down.

“You really are pent up.” She murmured, “this wet and I’ve barely touched you.”

“Please…” you whispered.

“You’ve been so good.” She replied, kissing the underside of your jaw.

Tara’s fingers nudged at your pussy, swirling your juices around before two of them slowly sunk in and you bit back a moan. She knew you so perfectly, just when and how to fuck you, exactly what would bring you the ultimate pleasure and you were eternally grateful for it. She pumped her fingers slowly at first, letting you get used to the stretch while the heel of her hand brushed on your swollen clit. Your breathing picked up, hands clenching at the fabric of her shirt as your pussy started to flutter. The pleasure was building up, coil tightening in your stomach as your heart beat heavy in your chest. Tara’s lips brushed at your neck when she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper,

“That’s my good girl.” Her fingers curled, pressing into the sensitive spot, and you let out a breathy gasp, “pussy always feels so good. Can you hear how wet you are?”

“Mmhmm…” you nodded back, doing your best to keep your lips pressed together. The cabin was quiet, the air still, though very heated within the confines of your room, the wet sounds from your cunt echoing through the air with each thrust of Tara’s fingers.

“Shame I couldn’t get you naked, you always look so beautiful on display for me, stuffed full with my cock.” Her fingers began to pick up their speed, your cunt pulsing heavily around them, spasming when she would randomly crook them right where you wanted. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you nice and good when we get home, hmm? Have your pretty pussy dripping with cum?”

“Oh.. god…” You whimpered, your hips jolting up off the bed, grinding onto her hand as you buried your face into her shoulder, “feels so good.”

“I know baby.” She grinned, her fingers thrusting deeper into your warmth, “I can tell by how fucking soaked you are.” Her fingers twisted, curling suddenly to press forcefully into your g-spot and you cried out.

“Fuck!”

In an instant her hand stilled completely, fingers simply resting inside your cunt and you dropped back into the pillows with a pout as she raised a brow at you.

“What did I say?”

“Please!” You whispered, tears nearly forming in your eyes at just how close you’d been to reaching your peak, “please keep going. I’ll be quiet! Promise. They won’t even know your fingers are in me. Please. I promise.”

“You break that promise and instead of rewarding you when we get home you’re getting punished, alright baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded furiously, “please. Need you.”

A quiet gasp escaped your lips as Tara’s hand moved, rubbing your pulsing nub while her fingers began to pump inside your pussy again.

“That’s it.” She purred, ducking down to kiss you, swallowing your moans as you surged higher and higher. Her tongue slipped into your mouth while you whined, your hips rocking up to meet her hand with each thrust. She shifted her weight so her free hand could slide under your shirt, pinching at your nipples again, rolling them between her fingers in time with the way she fucked you. She could feel you squirming, feel the groans and moans coming from the back of your throat as her fingers curled again and again, juices beginning to leak down her wrist.

“Oh god…” you broke the kiss with a whispered gasp, “don’t stop… please…”

“Go on baby.” She husked, kissing her way across your jaw, nipping at your earlobe, “come for me.”

Tara’s lips continued their way down your neck, sucking and licking at your sensitive skin as her fingers crooked inside your dripping pussy again and you felt yourself begin to shudder underneath her. Heat broke through your skin and your thighs trembled, nearly attempting to close around her hand. You buried yourself into the crook of her neck and she let out a quiet hiss when your teeth sunk into her skin to muffle your moans as you came.

Her hand slowed, fingers sliding in and out of you with less urgency as you rode out your orgasm, her lips leaving gentle kisses on your body. With a puff of a breath you dropped back into the pillows, your eyes fluttering open to look up, finding her smiling down at you.

“Sorry.” You muttered, glancing toward her shoulder and she chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

“You kept quiet.” Her fingers finally slipped out of you and you couldn’t help but whine, pulling another grin from her, “just wait til we get home, alright?” Before you could answer her you caught her wrist in your hand, pulling her slicked fingers to your mouth and sucking them between your lips, your tongue swirling around them until they were clean. “Good girl.” She praised with a grin.

“Don’t suppose we could leave early?” You asked with a pout and she laughed again.

“Not without a decent excuse.” She dropped onto the bed beside you, pulling you to her, “just one more night, then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to do anything but scream.”

“Promise?” You asked as you stifled a yawn, burrowing into her chest.

“Baby the neighbours won’t be able to look at us for weeks.”

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whatsernameinouterspace · 1 month

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Food Log 20/03/2024

Breakfast: 0 cals

Lunch: 1,400(?) cals

-Prawn skewers (100ish cals)

-Corn on the cob with butter (130ish cals)

-Curly fries (195ish cals)

-Tater tots (160ish cals)

-Ketchup (20ish cals)

-Garlic butter (75ish cals)

-Vanilla ice cream (280ish cals)

-Peanut butter (100ish cals)

-Mini cupcake (100ish cals)

-Mini cookie (100ish cals)

-Mini Battenberg (100ish cals)

Dinner: 0 cals

Exercise: -40 cals

Water: 3,625ml

Total cals: 1,400ish cals

This was an absolute failure and embarrassing to write tbh. One of two lunches this week for coworkers leaving my team. I went to an American diner, chose prawn skewers which came with two sides and a dip so the fries, corn and butter, but obviously I couldn’t help myself from eating some of my friends tater tots. I didn’t even finish, I was so full. And to make things worse I then had a peanut butter milkshake, with tiny little cakes so realistically god knows how much it was. And to make matters worse I’ve only bloody MAINTAINED still since being on my fast despite lots of water. Genuinely give up. I don’t even have any bloody lax in my house to try to fix the mess of today.

Update- still feeling like utter crap. Deciding to fast tomorrow when my partner is home and just give him the whole dinner we were planning- doing so will mean I will have a fast from today 1:30pm until Friday 6:30pm- so another 53 hours. Clearly I have no self control whatsoever so motivation, meanspø, whatever, I’ll take it.

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nova-dracomon · 1 year

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Vegan Kin Food Ideas

S'up! So, we've been seeing a lot of kin food posts, but the focus is always on meat. Then when vegan or vegetarian options are listed it's like salad + fruit and that's it. We've been vegan for some years now so here's a list of things we eat that we think others might enjoy too!

A piece of advice we found helpful is to think about the food item you miss and break it down into what exactly you miss. If you miss eating gems, is it the appearance? The crunch? Gritty texture or dry taste? In that spirit of that, our list will be largely broken up by texture/experience.

Crunch Crunch Snacks

This includes snacks/sides that get your jaws working or have a satisfying "snap" to them.

Roasted chickpeas

Kale chips

Ants on a log (celery, peanut butter and raisins)

Hummus + baby bell peppers/sugar snap peas/carrots

Granola / cereals (a lot of types are vegan, read the ingredients before purchasing)

Banana chips

Nuts + seeds

Popcorn (avoid "buttery" packages, buy plain or kettle corn)

Peanut butter pretzels (crunchy outside, delicious soft inside)

Smartie candies

Keep your cookies/chocolate bars in the fridge or freezer

Also, load cookies up with extra nuts/seeds/choco chips

Soft, but with some crunch

This section is for dishes/sides that are overall easier on the teeth, but with elements that still crunch or snap. If you're looking for recipes that combine different texture elements check these out.

Lentil nachos + nacho cheese sauce

"Crunchwrap" (quesadilla made with refried beans and homemade cheese sauce that we open and place tortilla chips and lettuce inside after grilling)

Tempeh bacon (we like this on a BLT or grilled cheese sandwich)

Crispy tofu sandwiches

Grilled asparagus

Apple slices with nut butter

Pickles

Apple turnovers

Vegan sushi (there's a ton of recipes, check out these two collections to get started X, X)

Falafel (can be used a hundred different ways, sandwiches, wraps, on it's own, etc.)

Roasted chickpeas again, but with a caveat**: You can roast them at 350 F for 30 mins and they'll be cooked enough to pop between your teeth, but soft in the center. We like to either eat them as-is or top our salads with them. (We season with salt/pepper before going into the oven, nothing else) **Must be eaten after baking, they will not keep

For the foragers in the crowd

These dishes focus more on having either multiple different foods in a visible way or a tactile element to how you eat them.

Chia pudding

Smoothie bowls

Overnight oatmeal

Trail mix

Pumpkin bars (We replace the egg with a flax egg and use vegan butter)

Chocolate chip banana monkey bread

Corn on the cob

Grilled veggie kebabs

Cranberry cilantro quinoa salad

Chili

Bush's beans and rice

Salads topped with sliced fruit, nuts, grains and/or beans

Edamame (a favorite, we love pulling out the insides with our teeth, you can get ones without the pods if they bother you)

Plant-based burgers, the kinds with the chunks of veggies (our favorite is dr. praeger's black bean quinoa burgers)

Chewy Foods

This section is for foods that work your jaw, but more in a "needing to chew" way.

Potato gnocchi

Dried fruit (comes in all different flavors, not just raisins)

Swedish fish, red vines, skittles or sour patch kids

Granola bars (a lot of types are vegan, read the ingredients before purchasing)

Thick bread-y pizza (our favorite dough recipe)

Pancakes

Chewy chocolate chip cookies

Peanut butter cookies

Baked oatmeal

Potato skins

Meat Substitutes

The most obvious way to make a dish vegan is to sub in the appropriate mock meat. We've eaten quite a few and we won't sugar-coat it: a lot of them are either going to match the taste, texture, OR look. It's hard for mock meats to copy meat 1:1, some get way closer than others, but if you go into this expecting no difference you will be disappointed.

Our two favorite brands are Impossible and Gardein. We've tried a lot of their products and have yet to eat one we don't like.

These aren't your only options though!

Beans

Falafel (deep-fried balls of ground chickpea)

Tofu

Tempeh (fermented soybeans)

Seitan (made from wheat gluten)

Jack fruit

You might have guessed based on the recipes shared, but we usually opt for beans. We haven't eaten much seitan or jack fruit, but they are options. At our local grocery stores they're sold in the "free from" section and can be brought pre-seasoned and ready to cook with. Jack fruit in particular is a popular replacement for shredded pork.

The trick with a lot of these is to marinate them. Tofu in particular so you can infuse it with flavor. Here's a few recipes we love:

Lentil and sweet potato loaf ("Neat"loaf)

Marinated tofu

Crispy tofu sandwiches

Tempeh bacon

Chili (our mom's recipe that we modified)

Soft / Squish

For things that are soft or squishy and you can slurp up.

Seaweed salad

miso soup

Pico de Gallo Black Bean Soup

"Nice" cream

Chocolate mousse

Oatmeal

Popsicles

Applesauce

Brownie batter hummus

Chia seed jam

Lavender syrup (to flavor other drinks, we use it in coffee)

Lavender lemonade (final product will be a light brown color)

Mashed potatoes + Gravy

Slow cooker apple cider

Tofu scramble

JUST egg

Non-dairy mac and cheese (our favorite brand is the upton's)

Smoothies (if you're looking for a protein powder to include, we recommend Vega)

**Just a reminder to supplement for B12 if you're consuming a vegan diet. There are some foods that are fortified with it; however, a supplement is cheap, easy to find and all-around a more reliable way to ensure you are getting enough.

#nova squawks #otherkin #otherkind #nonhuman #therian #kin food #otherkin recipes

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kimberly40 · 9 months

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Southernisms:

Dumb as a bag full of hammers.

Meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes.

I won't say it's far, but I had to grease the wagon twice before I hit the main road.

If a trip around the world cost a dollar, I couldn't get to the state line.

He looks like he was inside the outhouse when lightening struck.

She looks like she was born down wind from the outhouse.

Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.

Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.

The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

Scared as a sinner in a cyclone.

Scared as a cat at the dog pound.

She's so ugly she'd make a freight train take a dirt road.

He's so ugly his cooties have to close their eyes.

So ugly his mama takes him everywhere she goes so she doesn't have to kiss him goodbye.

She looks like she fell face-down in the sticker patch and cows ran over her.

He looks like the dogs have been keepin' him under the porch.

He's about as sharp as a mashed potato.

So dusty the rabbits are digging holes six feet in the air.

It'll last about as long as a fart in a whirlwind.

He's rough as a corn cob.

He's got enough money to burn a wet mule.

He's about as sharp as a bag full of wet mice.

It's as dry as the dust in a mummy's pocket.

It's about as scarce as bird crap in a cuckoo clock.

He's as tight as the pages in a book.

This race is as tight as the rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford.

It’s hot enough to peel house paint.

Running like a squirrel in a cage.

Safe as a tick on a dog with a stiff neck.

He couldn't pour rain out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel.

If dumb was dirt, he'd cover about half an acre.

So windy we're using a log chain instead of a wind sock.

Tighter than bark on a tree.

As welcome as an outhouse breeze.

Her hair looks like a cats been suckin' on it.

We were so poor my brother and me had to ride double on our stick horse.

As bad-off as a rubber-nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.

As confused as a cow on astroturf.

It was so hot you could pull a baked potato right out of the ground.

It's so dry the trees are whistling for the dogs.

Busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.

If things get any better around here, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it.

Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!

Cute as a box full of puppies.

You can't get rid of 'em. He's like a booger you can't thump off.

It's about as hard as trying to steer a herd of cats.

The wheels still turning, but the hamster's dead.

He's so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his ass.

She was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

So crooked you can't tell from his tracks if he's coming or going.

I wouldn't trust him any farther than I can throw him.

He's got more guts than you could hang on a fence.

So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.

So dry I'm spitting cotton.

So hot the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.

Cold as a frosted frog.

Cold as an ex-wife's heart.

Cold as a cast iron commode.

Cold as a banker's heart.

She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag.

He's tougher than a two-dollar steak.

Happy as a puppy with two tails.

She’s got enough wrinkles to hold an eight-day rain.

That’s about as useful as a trap door on a canoe!

He’s busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kickin contest!

He’s so dumb he couldn’t piss his name in the snow.

That politician’s so crooked he could hide behind a cork screw!

That baby was so ugly the Doctor spanked the Momma!

She’s so ugly she’s got ten-foot pole marks all over her.

It’s rainin’ so hard it sounds like a cow pissing on a flat rock.

He’s so bad off, his eyes looked like two piss-holes in a snowbank.

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

Her hair looks like it caught on fire and somebody put it out with a brick.

He couldn’t find his rear with his hands in his back pockets.

It’s raining so hard the animals are starting to pair up.

His pants were so tight that if he farted, he’d blow his boots off.

Raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken.

He’s so skinny, his pants had only one back pocket.

He was mean enough to hunt bears with a hickory switch.

He was ugly as a burnt boot.

Tougher than the back end of a shootin' gallery.

...Thank You, Dear Lord, for blessing me with being a Southerner.

•Photo taken near Spruce Pine, North Carolina

#southern style #southern life #southern living #southern

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lordes-scribing · 11 months

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Yᴏᴜ Fᴀᴋᴇ Yᴏᴜʀ Sʜʏɴᴇss

18+ ° Bo Sinclair x AFAB!reader x Sam Wescott ° 2k words

Smut. Cuckolding. Voyeurism/Exhibtionism. Deep Throating. Vaginal Fingering. Male Masturbation. Creampie. Bo's Southern Accent. Sam Being Painfully Shy.

Written for @bisexual-horror-fan and her Multi-May event, it's late but it's more about the effort anyways, right?

"You met a guy?" he asked, voice pitching with incredulity while you helped stake the tent to the ground, "In an abandoned town?" you just nodded with a smile, "How-how did you manage that?"

Rising slowly, that feeling took over the moment again. One that came and went often during the cross country camping trips you'd agreed to take with the man. Like you were so close to finally talking about whatever tension had been growing between the two of you since you first met all those summers ago. That maybe, just maybe, Sam Wescott was going to use a little bit of that spine that so far had seemed to only be decorative. But once again, that hope was dashed, watching him duck his head and wipe his hands across the thighs of his cargo shorts.

"Because, ya know, seems like kind of a red flag."

"And why's that?" crossing your arms across your chest, "For all you know the state pays him to upkeep it?"

"Do they?" looking very pointedly at you to which you could only shake your head, "See-"

"It's a family home," you blurt out, once again sick of how quickly the moment had gone from hopeful to trying to do anything in his power to make you feel small, "He takes care of his brothers," as if he couldn't stop himself from overcorrecting too far.

The silence was filled with the wind rustling through the trees and bugs buzzing but no voices. He just looked down at his boots. It followed when he stepped away from the tent to the back of the station wagon and kept unpacking. And it easily continued into the early evening hours. Finally broken by him with one question;

"What do you want for dinner?"

Which only received a shrug and, "Well, we bought all that shrimp."

At least the foil packets full of shrimp, potatoes, and sliced corn cob kept your mouth and attention busy. It was clear he'd expected you to forgive him already. Or at least give up. But every over correction of the almost moment hurt more and more. And today especially. Maybe it was because you'd been treated so kindly. The sudden acquaintanceship of Bo Sinclair had been filled with that gentlmanly, Southern charm you'd only seen in old movies. Calling you *darlin'* and offering you his arm to show you around the town you'd been so fascinated with. How you'd just met and he opened up about the loss of his parents and how it left him caring for two brothers who just didn't quite know how to fit in the outside world. He'd helped you into his truck and driven you down the road till you weren't too far from camp and almost insisted on walking you back through the trees. Something you only politely turned down because you knew Sam would become insufferable about it. It turned out he could manage to do that with just the memory of the man. It was a reminder it seemed like. The universe showing you all the things you may be missing out on pining for a man who'd have a tough time keeping his foot out of his mouth even if it were tied it to the ground. A thought you were musing on when he climbed out of the camping chair and gathered the trash, making sure anything with a scent was locked in the car.

"Don't come to bed too late, alright?" another shrug was the response as you tossed another log on the fire, "I'm sorry alright. I just… I worry."

"Yeah, I know," making sure there was no question about the double meaning of the response.

With a clear of his throat and nod, he disappeared behind you. The sound of the tent unzipping and rezipping audible over the crackling of the fire you were focused on. And then silence. For a time. Long enough that you considered letting the small flames dull into embers and make your way towards the tent. At least Sam would be sleeping, something to alleviate the awkwardness until the next morning where you both pretended like nothing happened. That thought alone is enough to make you heave a heavy sigh and toss another log on, making the flames roar to life suddenly and expose that you weren't quite as alone as you thought you were.

"Well, hey there darlin'."

Sam should go to sleep. Or out there. *Something*. But all he can do is sit there and listen to the hushed talking that had started suddenly. He could catch a word or two. The way the sudden companion seemed to drawl the word darling outs far too many things into focus. But if the quiet talking had bothered him, the sudden silence that came with no footsteps or rustling brush set his nerves on edge. He squishes his eyes closed tight, forcing him to take deep breaths and trying anything to get to sleep. Only to have them slam open when there was a light but distinct gurgling sound. It's a sound he knows, years of trying to keep camp councilors away from their most basic urges had taught him exactly what it was. But a part of him can't believe it. Doesn't- Won't. Because that's not the you he knows. Or maybe it's self-flagellation. Whatever it is makes him climb out of his sleeping bag and tug gently at the tent's zipper. Inch by slow inch until he could poke his head and torso out for a better view.

When his eyes focus to the low light everything inside him says to crawl back into bed. But he can't- won't pull himself away. He's imagined you on your knees before, even if he's too chicken shit to admit it even to himself. In those thoughts it had been at his feet, soft and gentle, fingers dancing across your face while he took in every perfect moment. This wasn't that. This was carnal and dirty. Your tank top pushed up almost to your neck, bra cups yanked down, a greasy hand held your nose to his pelvis by the back of your head. He hates that it makes his pajama pants twitch. Hates even more how you moan when his hips ruck up tighter against your mouth.

"There ya go, darlin', just like that," the man grunts, thrusting up until just the right moment. One he can't see due to distance, darkness, and flickering fire, "Look so pretty all teary eyed for me," but words fail you, the response his gets is harsh inhales and exhales of air while you nod the best you can in his grip, "That's right, such a good little thing for me."

It goes on like that for- truthfully, he has no idea. Long enough to climb slowly and carefully from the tent. Watching him repeat the pattern. Harsh use of your mouth melded with sweet, filthy words and your spit filled gagging. It's wrong, this is private, he should go back inside and wrap the pillow around his head. But some part of him won't let him, he's sure it's that same part that's making him harden beneath his flannel pants. That makes him wanted to reach in and- he balls his hands into fists, nails cutting small crescents into his fleshy palms. As long as he stays quiet, hidden in the shadow of the tent while the two of you were distracted…

He should've known it was too much to ask for.

"Keep it up and we won't get to the fun part," he groans, tossing back his head with a long, guttural moan.

And then his head turned to the side. There was no denying he'd seen him. Especially when the corner of his lips curled into a smirk that seemed more at home on a wolf than a man. It was most definitely time to go back inside the tent. But no matter how much he willed it, his feet simply wouldn't move. Even when he pulled you into his lap, working a large hand down the front of your shorts and yanking a sudden, sharp moan from your throat. A sound he'd always longed to hear and never had the courage to even risk the first step towards it.

"Jesus Christ you are wet," not sure for who's benefit the words are for but they make your head fall against his neck all the same, "Think we can get you wetter?" but he knew those were for him from that one word.

We.

Only it wasn't we, it was him. He was the one working his fingers in and out of you, making you moan and whimper. Begging for more without even a word. The cutting pain in one palm disappears and he almost wishes for it back instead of the way his hand slipped beyond the elastic of both waistbands and over ginger curls. That smirk just yards away has become a full blown grin. Something devilish that makes his hand move faster and draws a muffled shriek from your no doubt bitten lips.

"That's it," he pushes at you harder and Sam can't help wrapping a hand around himself, hard and desperate, "Ain't nothing wrong with it."

The way he pushes you, manipulates your body, he can't imagine having the confidence. To take and give without hesitance but it leaves you a puddle in his lap. Mewling and undulating, quietly whispering for more as he drags over the peak in a way that leaves you far closer to an animal than Sam had ever dared imagine. Clawing at his jean zipper with pants and growls while he chuckles, pushing the denim around your waist lower and lower till it wrapped around your ankles. He'd imagined you demure, a little hesitant, maybe that had been easier for his mind to handle. But here you're not and he finds himself following the way you slide down on the stranger's cock with a long, stroke of his own. His hand a far cry from your soft insides. So tight and warm that the eye contact breaks when he tosses his head back, hands on your hips as you begin to grind against him.

All self-control seemed to snap.

"Just like that darlin'," when your hips moved from a steady grind to a snap, then a gallop, making his hand grip tighter, move faster, "Go on then, take what you want."

It feels like an order, one he can't manage to follow through on. He'd love nothing more than to come up behind you, slip his arms around you- But he can't. All he can do is push himself closer and closer to that edge you're desperately trying to get to. Fingers gripping his hair, the steady slap of skin against skin against the crackling fire, all but shrieking. Telling him all sense had left your body and his had gone right along with it. Your back arches, head thrown back, rising up higher and higher. And you're going to take them both with you.

"There ya go, sweet thing," bucking up into you with the same reckless abandon his fist moves with, "Fuck! Gonna fill ya to the brim," it forces you so clearly over the edge, taking Sam with you.

He paints the inside of his boxer-briefs while your body shakes and shudders, falls forward to be used for his own release while you lose yourself in yours. The guttural moan his gives matches your own happy mewl, joined with stuttering hips that can only mean one thing. A more fulfilling release than he'd managed on his own. For the first time it came with a quiet whisper in your ear, forcing your head to turn and force your glassy eyes to his.

"Maybe next time, Sammy boy?" he calls, finally forcing his lead feet from the ground and back into the tent.

#multi-may #bisexual-horror-fan #bo sinclair x reader #sam wescott x reader #bo sinclair x reader x sam wescott #poly fic

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bowelflies · 5 months

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Would you happen to know what's going on in that wasp log video? I keep watching it trying to figure it out but I'm perplexed.

it looks like an artificial nest made from a split and hollowed log sealed with mud. the entrance was that hole that's currently being plugged by a corn cob. as far as the purpose of the nest and why they're opening it, i guess i could speculate. i think my best guess is that whoever are taking the video are entomologists researching the hornets and used it as a way of capturing a colony that's way safer than grabbing a regular paper hive off a tree or whatever, since this one can be safely plugged up.

alternatively maybe they're particularly daring epicureans and rather than capturing a hive for research purposes they want some of those fat hornet larvae to munch on idk

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skinnibooksandtea · 7 months

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Food log Oct. 3

Breakfast:

Caffeine powder (10)

Lunch:

Red Bull (8)

Caffeine powder (10)

Dinner:

Creamy miso soup with shiratake noodles (188)

Corn on the cob (99)

Yogurt + Tajín (18)

Grapefruit (84)

Grapes (76)

Total: 494 kcals

Exercise: 400 kcals

Net: 94 kcals

Notes:

I could have done with less fruit but my parents get suspicious when I don’t eat “enough” at dinner so I’m trying to make it look like I over rest so they encourage me to eat less

#4n4blr #st4rv1ng #i need to lose this weight #tw ana diary #i wanna be weightless #low cal restriction #low calorie #tw m1a #i want to be tiny #mealsp0 #ed di3t #🕯️as a 🪶

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sweetbee127 · 3 months

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Oh, Golly! Welcome To Bee's Dreamscape! #1

Date: Sunday Jan 14, 2024

TLDR: An old friend walks with me in the woods. The goddess of discord gives me a weird recipe that's supposed to cure my mom of poison. The cure is just corn and basil. No moms were hurt in the dreaming of this dream. kinda.

Note: I plan on writing my dreams here as a log and also as a form of entertainment for the lovely folks who follow me. this is the first of this series. This will contain story elements to enhance the experience. Enjoy!

There was lots of chaos. They had taken my mom off the bus we were on and laid her out on the side of the road as I looked around in shock. It was just supposed to be a hike and we were already halfway up the mountain just minutes away from a trail when my mom collapsed in her seat. I immediately knew what it was. Poison. No one knew who did it. Everyone on the bus was calling for help, asking questions, trying to rouse my still mother while I stood in shock. I turned to my friend who had come along with us for guidance. In reality, I hadn't seen her at all since we parted ways in middle school. There wasn't a clash or a disagreement, we just said "bye" one day and never said "hi" again. But now, it was like she never left.

"Let's get help," She insisted pointing to the woods nearby. "I know a place, but we need to hurry, the police are arriving and if we leave with them here it would look suspicious."

"Alright," I agreed. "Lead the way."

We made our way through the woods in silence for a while. The trees were dense above our heads, but the forest floor was so clear there wasn't a dead leaf in sight. My friend spoke up after a while of walking and I noticed then how calm we were despite it all.

"Would you ever lie to me?" she asked, looking up at the trees. It wasn't accusatory but spoken as if it was just a curiosity.

I didn't look at her, but I felt my face scrunch in confusion. "What? No, why?"

"I mean a white lie. Something to make me feel better about something."

I didn't have time to answer. I blinked and suddenly we had made it to a large mansion in the middle of the woods. We were met with an elegant, iron gate with an equally as elegant golden 'M' embedded in the middle of the arch. My friend rang the buzzer, I blinked again, and we were inside the mansion the gate protected.

The room was smaller than one would expect, white and sterile looking, and well-lit with a massive window taking over much of the wall facing us. Also facing us was an ornate throne which seated the Goddess of Discord, Eris. I couldn't see her eyes, but she looked down on us with an unamused look. She wore a white dress that clasped at one shoulder with a large gold pin and slit down one thigh. With one leg crossed over the other, her black heels added modernity to her look.

I heard her speak in a surprisingly soft yet authoritative tone. She taught us the recipe to a cure for my mother as we knelt at her feet.

"For this," She began. "You will need red corn and basil. Steam this. present the bowl to your mother. She will be well again."

In an instant we were at my house, miles away from any thick woods or mountain trail. It still all made perfect sense as I rummaged through my fridge and found regular yellow corn cobs and some frozen basil. I figured this would have to do as I also figured my mother didn't have much time. With the food in hand, not even bothering to cook any of it, we sprinted for the door.

Touching the knob brought me right back to the road just before the trail. I noticed people had already started walking away from the busses and it made me spiral into a panic. I started to run again, jumping over some cones that separated the mountain edge from the pavement, and shoving some people out of my way.

"MAMA?" I screamed. "MAMA!"

I kept calling for her in the crowed, pushing my way towards the bus. At some point, I decided to ditch the corn and basil and right as I dropped it, I saw her. She was standing and walking with a few others completely fine and smiling. I was overjoyed to see her ok, ran to her and hugged her close.

I woke up feeling exhausted and relived.

#Bee's Dreamscape #Dreams #greek mythology #poison but not really #divine intervention #someone tell me what this means #I love my mom #Come on down and try some corn

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mephone-3gs · 1 year

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My 3GS rant copy pasted from the iid

So to start with 3gs. What we know. 3gs is the oldest MePhone we see active in ii. He is currently dead (?) due running out of battery. We first see him in one of MePhone 4’s gemory flashbacks. He is in the back of what appears to be a storage closet for broken/deactivated meeple products. It is also assumed that cobs threw him in there with force due to the cracks in the wall behind him. When MePhone 4 activates him he starts playing an audio recording of the shimmer invasions. (We learn more about that in episode 14) after that’s over he repeats “please cobs don’t” over and over and faster and faster until he runs out of battery and powers down. The next time we see him is in episode 14. During the prime shimmer flashbacks we see 3gs invading the shimmer planet with two other unnamed mephones (presumed to be 2g and 3g). They wanted to harness the shimmer life and after the shimmers refused 3gs got upset and exploded a bit of the shimmer planet. He and the two other mephones proceeded to take 6 shimmer eggs. The two other mephones were both killed while 3gs was spared.

Now let me side track here. Both were hit with two spears while 3gs only one. The two had the spears go completely through them (also they exploded too ig), while 3gs just had his bounce off. This is probably the only reason he managed to survive. Maybe he had a screen protector while the others didn’t?

3gs was the only survivor and managed to escape with two shimmer eggs. We know one ended up on mars but the whereabouts of the other are still unknown. 3gs managed to get back to meeple where he told cobs he failed the mission and then was thrown into the closet to slowly loose battery and die.

OK. NOW I GET TO TALK ABOUT THEORIES AND SILLY LITTLE DETAILS 😁😁

So I want to talk about the other recordings 3gs shows during episode 13. First his lecture on “charge” that lasts 2 hours 39 minutes and 17 seconds.

There’s three ways I can see this lecture going. (Hit the word limit cont in 2)

The first way I can see it going is cobs teaching 3gs how to charge and how the charging process works.

The second is 3gs recording the charge on the shimmers. Having recorded the whole invasions (I’ll get into this more later)

The third is 3gs telling the two mephones the game plan for how they’ll do the invasions. Telling them the strategy for how they’ll get into the shimmer planet and steal the shimmers and get back out (spoilers it didn’t work oops)

We already know what the second log is so Umm

Third log. Study 8 am - 12 pm. Makes me think maybe it was a daily thing? Perhaps one of 3gs tasks was to study. What did he study? Mayhaps electronics? Mechanics? Space? Maybe he didn’t have the ability to generate items like 4 did so he had to learn how to do it by hand. So he spend weeks-months studying how. Learned how to build and pilot a space ship. Also studied about space too.

Extra memory recordings! Here’s where i get to the recording stuff I mentioned earlier. I believe that cobs heavily monitored his mephones. And I mean heavily. So heavily that he had them record most events that they experienced. This is so he can make sure that they’re doing their tasks with top performance. Also he can use the recordings to see the mistakes from past MePhone models so he can correct those in newer models.

Noveau recording. Noveau (according to a Google search) means modern or up to date. Perhaps this is 3gs recording himself updating? Noveau is short for noveau riche meaning “people who have recently acquired wealth, typically those perceived as ostentatious or lacking in good taste.” I then looked up ostentatious, which means “: attracting or seeking to attract attention, admiration, or envy often by gaudiness or obviousness : overly elaborate or conspicuous : characterized by, fond of, or evincing ostentation” this is actually very fitting of the mephones in general. Each new generation is new and up to date. New and flashy. (Continued in part 3)

Ok so. We get some voice clips from 3gs va (got during the 2022 ii x bfb meetup) 3gs seems pretty confident and cocky. When asked “how good are your terms with MePhone 2 and 3g” he responds with “they’re fine people but they weren’t as efficient at their jobs as I am” due to this voice clip words like Noveau riche and ostentatious certainly fit him.

Now that I think about it. Maybe the recording is 3gs recording himself advertising the mephone 3gs? Trying to show off how it’s the newest and latest MePhone model, how advanced and sleek it is, how much better he is, how much more efficient he is.

Ok take out the trash recording. Uh tying this back to cobs making the mephones record everything they do, just 3gs taking out the trash. Or could be 3gs recording a message reminding himself to take out the trash later. Taking out the trash could also mean like. Getting rid of the shimmers??? Shimmers = trash. Take out the shimmers…

Ok now toooo. Random theories!!

First off. The ship we see X on. I personally believe that is not the ship MePhone 4 and mepad were on. I know X is looking specifically for 4 but perhaps they just stumbled on 3GS old ship buried in the sand and falling apart after years of neglect and they just thought it was 4’s. MePhone 4’s ship landed by the cave so I don’t know how he would have gotten it by the beach. Besides maybe X was told to look for the ship first? They knew that 4 is on the island just not specifically where.

Ok and now to the “why did 3gs steal the shimmers just to hide them?”

I believe that on the way back to meeple 3gs realized that what he had done was terrible, that he was the bad guy in the situation. He didn’t want cobs to get either of the eggs. So he took one of the shimmer eggs to mars and hid it there. And took the other to a different planet (or hid it somewhere else on mars) doing so caused him to run out of fuel and caused him to crash his ship on the ii island (continued in part 4)

(This ties back to the ship in the sand being 3gs) 3gs then calls cobs to come get him. Afterwards 3gs explains to cobs what happened, but says he didn’t manage to get the shimmers and then gets sent to the closet.

Okokok so. How would cobs know what the shimmers looked like if he never went. Cobs saw fans egg and seemed to know what it was. So I think 3gs sent cobs updates with images of the shimmers as he was doing the invasions, or he recorded the invasions, and cobs looked back on those recordings before putting him in the closet. So he would know what they looked like.

And I’m starting to get to the point where this is draining so I’m gonna stop for now, I’ve pretty much said everything I’ve wanted too atm. May make a part 5. May not. Idk but I’m done for the moment

#inanimate insanity #ii mephone3gs #inanimate insanity 2 #osc #inanimate insanity invitational #inanimate insanity mephone 3gs #mephone 3gs #mephone3gs ii

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