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mattblackagain · 4 months

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Written for Honey @d2bm some time ago but as a few of my followers like stories, here it is again.

The Hitchhiker

Part of my job entails driving around the country in a nice car (not mine) visiting dealers for the brand that I work for. It’s not unpleasant; it gets me out from behind a desk and generally people are pleased to see me. It also means spending quite a few hours in a car on my own, with sometimes an overnight stop up north, in Scotland, or the west country. Occasionally, but not as often as I used to, I’ll see a hitchhiker. Usually these are men delivering cars to dealers and finding their own way home, easily recognisable by them carrying trade plates. I sometimes pick these guys up just to see if they have anything interesting to say, but usually they don’t. They just want to get home as quickly as possible.

On this occasion though I spotted a single female. Young and wearing a very short denim skirt, she was holding a tatty piece of cardboard with something scrawled on it that I couldn’t make out. The light was just starting to fade so obviously, spotting her immediate danger and being a gallant chap, I pulled over and wound the passenger window down.

“Warwick?” she asked, poking her pretty face and long dark hair through the window.

“Yes, as it happens!”, I lied. I was actually going nowhere near Warwick but had completed all my appointments for the day and had nothing waiting for me except an empty motel room.

“Jump in”.

“Great! Thanks a lot!”

She opened the door and dumped her pink backpack on the floor of the car. It looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t think where I’d seen one like it before.

She got in the seat arse first and knees together. She was clearly practised in wearing short skirts, and this skirt was VERY short. It was faded, with a frayed edge that contrasted with her nicely tanned legs. She had just a vest top on, no bra and she didn’t need one. Her small but perky boobs jiggled as she got comfortable and put her belt on. She smelled lovely, fresh and sweet but not overpowering, just clean with the merest hint of perfume. We set off.

“Bit risky isn’t it, hitching on your own I mean? And it’s getting dark”. Yes, for some reason I was turning into her dad. Although she was easily young enough to be my daughter I didn’t really want to draw attention to this fact.

“I know! A friend was supposed to pick me up but they let me down and I didn’t know where the bus station was or anything!” she explained, slightly air-headedly. She had nice teeth, very little makeup, just a bit of mascara and some lip gloss. Must stop staring at her lips, look at her eyes....

“Well, no harm done. You’re safe now, I can drop you off wherever you like”.

“Cool, thanks again! I owe you! By the way, I’m Honey.”

“Pleased to meet you Honey, I’m Matt”.

“Oooo...I like this one!”. She reached forward and turned the radio up. “Perfect” by Exceeder.

“1, 2, 3, 4, let me hear you scream if you want some more. Like ahhhh, push it, push it, watch me work it, I'm perfect” she giggled, arching her back against the seat and pouting.

“You are very cute”, I ventured, trying not to make my leering too blatant.

“Awww! Thanks! You’re not so bad for an older guy!” she smiled. “And I really would like to thank you properly.”

With that, she pulled up the middle of her skirt a few inches to reveal white cotton knickers with little blue and red pictures of ice cream cones on, stretched across her mound. She slipped a hand inside, her knuckles stretching the material still further, then pulled her hand out and popped two fingers in her mouth.

I swerved to narrowly miss a traffic island. Fuck. There was nowhere to pull over though, I’d just have to keep going.

“Hehe, that was close! You concentrate on the road mister and I’ll look after everything else”. She took my left hand and placed it on her tit. I squeezed, rubbing her nipple with my thumb. She pushed her boobs together with her arms to let me grope both with one hand. “Is that what you want mister?” she said, moving my hand down to her crotch. Through the knicker material her mound felt soft, warm and slightly damp. She pushed her hips into my hand as my middle finger ran down the crease.

“Mmmm...yes, do that more please” she moaned, biting her bottom lip. I could smell her pussy now, and I knew what to expect when I pulled her knickers to one side. She was already soaked, and my finger slipped easily between her swollen lips.

“Let me find somewhere to stop before we crash”.

“OK!”, she smiled, and ran her finger across her bottom lip.

We carried on for a couple of miles and, thankfully, a layby appeared. I’d used this one before for a “power nap” on my travels, it had a line of trees between the parking and the road so was relatively secluded, if not that quiet with the traffic going past. It was empty, and the light was fading fast.

As soon as we’d stopped she released her seatbelt and dived in to kiss me. Open mouthed, her tongue finding mine and flicking across my lips in an eagerness that usually only the young possess - one that I’d not felt in a long time.

“I need it in me” she whispered, unbuttoning my shirt. Yes, well, I’d figured that much out already but thanks for confirming. My dick was already straining for attention in my black jeans as she ran her fingers over the bulge. I undid my belt and fly buttons and pulled it out into the cool air. She let out a squeal of delight and dropped her dead down, her hot mouth enveloping my cock head and an inch or two of shaft.

I pushed down on her head, her nose pressed against the inside of my thigh, then let her bob on it, her tongue lashing around the head on each upstroke before pressing down as far as she could. I ran my left hand down her back and rested it there.

She looked up, a string of saliva connecting her lip to my cock. “I want all of it”. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy.

“Stay there”, I instructed, opened the driver’s door and got out. With hindsight, maybe I should have tucked my dick away first, but I was on a roll. Fuck it. With my jeans halfway down to my knees I waddled round to her side of the car and opened her door.

“Oooo! Perfect!” she giggled, swivelling on her seat and taking me in her mouth again. At least I could claim to be err...brushing something off the roof with my hand if another car appeared. Cupping my balls in her hand, she want to work on my cock pushing deeper and deeper. “Arrggggh” she gargled, as he head of my cock reached the narrow restriction of her throat.

“Fuck yes!” I blurted out. “Fucking suck it”. She looked up at me as if to signal yes, and I felt her tongue touch my ballsack. Yes, she was good…

Placing one hand on the back of her head, I pushed hard. She had just about taken it all to be fair. I held her there for a few seconds, then released. She came up gasping. “Yesss...” she hissed. “Make me choke on it please!”

Using both hands this time, I pumped her mouth. “Gug, gug, gug…” accompanied by the suction sound of my cock head blocking and then releasing in her throat. She placed her hands on my thighs and looked up for a signal. Not yet Miss, not yet. “Gug, gug”. Her eyes started to water and she pushed her hands against my thighs to signal enough.

Nearly there. Just a little more, petal. “Gug, gug, cough!”. A stream of thick spit burst from her lips, I released her and she inhaled loudly, sucking in deep lungfuls of oxygen like someone who had escaped a submerged car in a river.

“Thank you, Sir”.

Wow, I love being called Sir. Especially by sluts.

“Get up and turn around”.

“Yes, Sir”.

She did as instructed, bending at the waist a little and gripping the roof edge of the car. A quick glance right to check nothing was coming (although I was close) and back to business. Crescents of arse cheeks poked from her knickers, her skirt was halfway up her arse and her legs were perfectly straight. She stood a little on her toes, wiggling.

“Please fuck me”.

Not needing to be asked twice, I pulled her knickers down onto her thighs and squatted down. She lent forward slightly in response, arching her back, as I spread her arse cheeks with my thumbs. Her holes were perfectly clean and shaven, and I was hungry for a taste of both. I poked my tongue between her pussy lips first, which was wet and sweet as expected, then hooked a forefinger into it. My tongue moved up to her brown hole, poking into that tight little starfish. She pushed back onto it, the filthy slut.

There was no need to wait any longer. She was soaking wet and my bulging dick was feeling like it would burst. It needed driving into some flesh. I stood up, and held the head up to her cunt, my balls just catching the elastic of her knickers.. “Is this what you want?” I said, rubbing the head forward and back between her swollen lips.

“Fuck yes! Please!!”

“Please WHAT?”

“Please SIR!”

I pushed, it sank in easily. That familiar wet grip, so perfectly designed, the flesh so firm, yet yielding.

“Oh!!” she gasped. I grabbed her narrow waist with both hands and pushed again, deeper.

“Oh my god, I love it….please”.

I pumped her, running my hands up and down her sides, over her tits, relishing her tight young body. She met my thrusts, pushing back on her heels, then pulling forward onto her toes. I gathered her hair up with both hands, then held it in my left fist and pulled. It smelt wonderful. My right hand returned to her tits, pulling at her vest top to expose them and kneading them like dough balls. Plunging into her faster, her arse slapping against my thighs, I knew it wouldn’t be long before my frustration was released.

“I’m going to….going to….” she whimpered, before reaching back with her hand and dipping her middle fingertip into her asshole. I felt her cunt contract, then she started bucking.

“Oh...oh….YES!! Fuck it! Harder!”

I was seconds behind her. Gripping her waist hard to maximise the length of my thrusts and pulling her onto my cock, using her whole torso as a fuck tube.

“FFFFUUUUUUUCK!!” I yelled as a torrent of cum rose from my balls, ripped through my dick and spurted deep inside her. Pound, pound, pound...timing each thrust with a spurt until finally staying buried in her while I caught my breath, gasping.

“Wow”, was all I could say, before slipping out of her.

“Here, let me”, she said, turning around, squatting down and taking my still half hard dick in her mouth and expertly sucking it clean. One last chance for me to take in the sight of the top of her head bobbing on my cock and commit that vision to my memory. Perfect.

Still slightly wobbly and dazed from the experience, I arranged my clothing and she got some wipes from her backpack. My cum had run down the inside of her legs, and she couldn’t resist running a fingertip through it before tasting it in front of me with a smile. Pure filth. She pulled her knickers up over her squidgy cunt and got in.

We made our way to the street where I dropped her off without saying much, just smiles mostly.

“Thanks again mister!”. She waved, blew me a kiss, spun around and left, that tiny skirt wiggling on her hips as she walked away. I don’t suppose I’ll be lucky enough to see her again. What a girl though. What a honey!

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sadslay · 8 months

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- NEIGHBOR⋆☆ 𝐩𝐫𝐞!𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

warnings — suggestive nsfw content, age gap (reader in mid 20s & joel in early 40s), neighbor!joel, the apocalypse never happened?

you had moved out of home a few years ago, leaving the small texan town you had grown up in for the big city, but you often tried to visit once every few months to keep your parents happy, although the reason you kept doing these frequent trips was because of your long time neighbour, joel miller. of course you still wanted to see your parents, and you couldn’t deny that you missed the comforts of living under your parents roof, but you treasured the short interactions you had with joel any time he crossed your pass on your short visits to home.

and joel, well he too looked forward to your visits. one day, he’d catch your parents in the front yard doing some gardening or sitting on the porch keeping themselves busy and he’d find subtle ways to ask about you and when you were next coming home. and oh boy, when he heard the delightful news of your return, he’d count down the days until you arrived. today was the big day, you were returning home for just a short three day visit and joel had been counting down the days since your parents had told him the news.

he had finished work early, and sarah was at a friends house for the night, so now he patiently waited for the taxi to pull into the neighbouring driveway. waiting. he had been waiting for what felt like hours but in all reality it had only been about a half an hour. his eyes were focused on the living room window that looked out onto the street but occasionally looked over at the wall by the front door which had a clock, the small red hands slowly ticking around as the seconds and minutes went by, but then he heard a car driving down their street, a dead end street that hardly ever got any traffic. it was you.

after paying the taxi driver and tipping the kind man for helping you with your small amount of luggage he had insisted on helping you carry up to the door, you found yourself wrapped in your parents arms as they welcomed you home. your father placed your belongings in your old childhood bedroom before taking you out to the new patio area your father had built a few months prior.

“wow.” you breathed, walking out into the neatly paved area, decorated with beautifully stained wooden furniture - no doubt chosen and styled by your mother who had an eye for these sorts of things - mixed with newly planted vines beginning to grown up some trellis lining the walls of your home. “it looks beautiful out here.” you smiled, looking back at your parents as they stood beside each other, your fathers arm slung around your mother’s shoulder.

“did you like the table ‘nd chairs?” your father asked, his eyes momentarily looking at the matching set to admire it.

you eagerly nodded before extending your hand to feel the sleekness of the wood. “it’s beautiful dad.” you smiled warmly.

“he built it ya know?” your mother noted, proudly looking up at your father with a smile plastered on her lips.

your jaw dropped a little causing you to admire the table a little more. “with the help of joel.” he retorted, not daring to take the credit all to himself. “he’s a very smart man, he helped me do all the measurin’.” he continued to explain.

joel you thought. of course joel had helped your parents, he was just so handsomely sweet to them it warmed your heart.

shortly after your parents had pointed out all their newly renovations and additions to your childhood home - many of which were overlooked or done by joel - you had gotten changed into a pair of white lace bathers, planning on going for a swim before your father started preparing dinner, but you were unaware of the guest your parents had invited over.

joel watched the bright yellow taxi drive away before springing to his feet. he quickly pulled on his work boots - surprisingly the only suitable shoes to wear out of the house, especially if you were home - and made it way to the front door. after grabbing his keys from the small bowl sitting on the hallway table beside the front door, he paused for a moment, thinking if he should have changed out of his work clothes as he suddenly became aware of how he smelt. placing the keys back in the bowl, he made his way up stairs, beginning to unbutton his green and black plaid flannel shirt - throwing it into the corner of his room where a pile of dirty laundry was beginning to grow - before searching through his wooden drawers for a clean shirt.

and then, he found himself standing on your porch, holding a bottle of red wine as he waited for the door to swing open, hoping and praying you’d answer, but seconds later he was greeted by your father.

“i was starin’ to think you weren’t comin’!” he smiled, standing to the side a little to allow joel to walk inside.

joel let out a breathy chuckle, placing the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter before his hands rested on his hips, “smells good in ‘ere,” he noted, the genuine comment earned a smile from your mother as she pulled a deep pan out of the oven.

“thank you.” she chimed, placing the tray of freshly baked focaccia onto a cooling tray before placing her oven gloves on the counter. “how have you been?” your mother asked, giving him a welcoming hug.

“busy.” joel breathed. he wondered where you were. it was odd you weren’t with your parents, chatting up a storm and filling them in on all your new stories and adventures. “how’s that new door holdin’ up?” he asked, referring to the old bathroom door he had fixed a few weeks prior.

“great!” your father cheered. “no more squeaking.” he commented.

“m’glad.” joel nodded. “did yer need any help in ‘ere?” he asked after a brief moment of silence, earning a mixture of scoffs and repeated ‘no’s’ from your parents.

“you go outside and relax hun.” your mother insisted before her faces lighted up, “y/n’s out on the patio if you wanted to go say hello.” she smiled.

joel did nothing but nod as he took a few wine glasses from your father before wandering outside with the bottle of red wine under his arm. as he opened the french sliding doors he saw an empty patio, so his eyes began to search for you but it didn’t take him long to find you sitting waist deep in the door with a cigarette between your fingers wearing nothing by a small white bikini.

“howdy neighbour.” you sang from across the yard, a small cloud of smoke exhaling from you lips as you watched joels eyes find you.

“howdy stranger.” joel smiled, placing the glasses and bottle of wine on the table before cautiously wandering over to you. “whats a nice girl like you smokin’ for?” he asked, standing at the opposite end of the pool, his feet a few inches away from the edge.

“just for special occasions.” you grinned, subtly winking before standing up, droplets of water running down your curves as you began to walk towards him. “how’ve you been joel?” you asked, putting the cigarette out before hiding it in a near by plant pot. “feel like i haven’t seen you in months.”

joel let out a chuckle as he followed you back to the table, consciously making an effort to keep his eyes on yours, worried he’d get a little distracted. “cause yer haven’t been home.” he smiled. “how’s life in the big city treatin’ ya?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“s’good.” you nodded, grabbing the bottle of red wine as you began to inspect the label. “what about you joel?” you asked, unscrewing the bottle cap allowing the smell of the wine to spew into the air.

god, the way you said is name was heavenly. it was like ecstasy to him every time his names slipped from your lips. “s’been busy.”

then you grabbed a glass from the table - leaning up close to joel in order to do so - the very action making joels breath hitched a little as his eyes wandered further down your body, admiring every little drop of water on your sun kissed skin. as you held the wine glass by your stomach you began to pour the drink, suddenly very conscious of joels eyes on you.

“how’s tommy?” you asked, taking your eyes away from the glass as you continued to pour, your eyes wandering up to meet joels to find his eyes fixed on the glass. you let out a giggle before whispering, “earth to joel?” his brown eyes darted up to meet yours as you extended your hand to offer him the freshly poured glass. “how’s tommy ‘nd sarah?” you asked again, your voice softer and a little more flirtatious as he began to reach out for the glass.

“good.” he answered, taking the glass from your hand causing your skin to momentarily touch. you looked up at joel through your eyelashes with a smile ghosting over you lips as he began to stutter, “she uh- she’s just goin’ into her-uhm senior year.”

“let me know if she needs any textbooks.” you offered as joel desperately tried to compose himself. you began to pour a second glass for yourself as you continued, “i have a ton.”

joel softly nodded, taking a sip of the red wine before his eyes reconnected with yours. “she’d like that, she’s always askin’ ‘bout you.” he lied, sarah had spent most of the summer break with her friends and he had hardly seen her.

before you could reply, your parents walked through the french doors with plates of food in their hands. you finished pouring you glass before taking a seat at the table, continuing to pour two more glasses for your parents.

“smells amazing mom.” you smiled as she set down a bowl of salad and the plate of focaccia while your father placed the roasted chicken in the center of the table.

she smiled as she say down beside you, allowing your father and joel to sit across from you. “thank you sweetie.” she hummed, taking a sip of the red wine.

as the night moved on you retold stories of your life in the big city, earning big laughs and smiles from everyone around the table, but as you and your parents continued to talk, joel couldn’t help but stare. you were sat opposite to each other and ever time you reached out for your glass of wine, he could have sworn everything fell into slow motion.

⋆☆

reaching across the table to grab the almost empty bottle of wine you had knocked over the salt shaker, creating a domino effect as joels wine glasses got knocked over, the red liquid spilling onto his lap and stomach.

“shit!” you mumbled. “m’sorry joel!” you apologized, immediately standing up from your seat mirroring joels actions as he reached out for a cloth.

“don’t apologize.” he spoke softly, a weak chuckle escaping his lips as he began to drag the cloth against his now stained clothes.

“dab it sweetie, don’t drag.” your mother mentioned, trying to hide the smile on her lips. “y/n take joel inside ‘nd get him cleaned up.” she advised, joel of course truing to insist he was fine only to be shushed by your mother. “you can borrow one of johns shirts.”

“alright.” joel sighed, looking at you before following you inside.

“i’m so sorry.” you kept repeating, occasionally looking back to find joel a few feet behind you with a smug smile on his lips. “why are you smilin’ like that?” you whined, growing even more embarrassed by your fumble.

he shook his head as a chortle left his lips, the wine beginning to give him the little buzz he needed to be more confident around you. “s’nothin’.” he mumbled, his eyes cautiously drifting down to look at your legs and ass as you made your way to the bathroom before darting back up, not wanting to get caught staring.

as you both arrived at the bathroom, you left the door open before rushing over the sink to turn on the tap, letting the water run. you grabbed the nearest hand cloth before retrieving a large bottle of soap from beneath the vanity. joel watched you scurry around but before he knew it you hand connected with his before you directed him to sit up against the vanity.

“i am so sorry.” you sighed, putting a little bit of soap on the hand towel before reaching behind joel to run it under the warm water shortly after turning off the tap.

“i told yer to stop apologisin’.” he spoke lowly, his eyes fixed on you ad you began to busy yourself with the base of his shirt, your knuckles occasionally grazing against his skin.

you looked up at joel, momentarily getting caught in his eyes as you basked in his gaze. “right.” you breathed before returning to the task at hand before realising majority of the wine had been split on his pants.

while your mind desperately tried to focus on cleaning the stain you had created, joel couldn’t help but stare and before he knew it his hand had connected to your waist causing you to freeze. joel stayed silent as he watched your eyes meet his, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh.

“you are so god damn distractin’.” he spoke, barely above a whisper.

you began to stammer and stutter, suddenly becoming flustered. “joel, i uh,” you took in another much needed breath of air before swallowing as you became aware of how dry your mouth had become.

“your s’beautiful.” he mumbled, his hands rising from your hips to begin peeling away the awfully thin white button up shirt, revealing more of your shoulders and chest. as joel leant down, his lips connecting with your exposed collarbone you let out a steady breath as you moaned his name sending goosebumps over his skin. “do you know what you do to me?” he mumbled.

but then you pulled away, and joel was suddenly terrified he had overstepped. he head hung low as you backed towards to door, far to ashamed that he had quite possibly made one of the biggest mistakes of his life but when he had heard the bathroom door squeak close his eyes had lifted to find you. you were still here. a spark had been lit between you and now a wildfire was beginning to spread as you hands reached out to grab onto each side of joels face.

you had noticed the smirk growing on joels lips before they had met your own and within seconds you were entangled in each others arms. your fingers had run up through his course curled hair while his hands roamed your backside. before you could even grasp at the consequences that might come about from this little interaction, joel had hook his hand under your thighs and hoisted you up before spinning you around.

the cool marble that formed the vanity made your breath hitch as joel sat you down. the last remnants of a red lip gloss had now been smeared between your lips. almost instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling joel impossibly closer. a whimper had erupted from your throat as his body caged yours against the vanity mirror.

“wish i could listen to yer all day.” joel murmured, as his fingers began to dip beneath the thin lace fabric, the feeling of his fingers against your skin was tantalizing and euphoric. “all ‘em pretty noises.” he added as another moan slipped from your lips.

you pushed yourself closer to joel, grinding up against his hips as you whispered, “m’all yours.”

joel would have taken you right there, right in that very moment but fate was not on his side as he heard the french doors slide open and the footsteps of your parents began to wander throughout the home.

“are you two alright?” your father called out causing the pair of you to pull away in the blink of an eye, leaving you breathless.

joel wiped his lips clean of any evidence before pulling open the bathroom door. “couldn’t get the stain out.” he lied, walking out into the hallway to greet your father as you hurriedly tried to compose yourself.

“i was just about to grab ‘im a shirt.” you spoke, desperately trying to sound normal as you walked out into the hallway to join the pair, wiping your lips clean of the smeared gloss. “s’really stuck in there.” you laughed weakly, sneaking past the pair before giving joel once last glance.

“thanks.” he mumbled as he watched you walk away like a sweet piece of forbidden fruit and my god, were you the sweetest thing he had ever tasted.

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ubeerosophy · 5 months

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As You Are He

My favorite time to drive is generally between 4 and 6 am. There is hardly any other traffic on the road during those hours which means less opportunity for me to get upset at the way other people are driving.

A while back I picked up a young man from an industrial setting in the wee hours of the morning.

People aren’t usually talkative at that time of day, especially during the week. The reason for this is that they are either bracing themselves for a full day of work or are getting off a long night of work. This particular gentleman, however, was friendly and open to conversation. It’s obvious when someone is willing to talk. Generally, after they get in and I tell them good morning, they’ll ask a question. Something like, “How’s your morning going?” or “Gotten many rides this morning?” Without exception I will pounce on the opportunity to converse. I have an innate intrigue with everyone and their backstory, but conversation also makes the ride go exceptionally faster.

We only talked for a few moments before it became obvious we had some things in common. Namely the way we look at and approach life. That is to say curiously, if not suspiciously. If I remember right, it progressed quickly to some half joking reference by one of us to the movie “The Matrix.” The Matrix, I’ve found, is a fairly accurate barometer for feeling someone out. If they prefer to wade in the shallower end of the pool, they’ll laugh and either fall silent or just change the topic. If, however, they spend any amount of time questioning the nature of reality and what we think we know about any and everything, they’ll seize the opportunity to dive headfirst into the deep end. This man chose to dive.

After I touched on some things I’m currently into and learning about, he asked me if I’d ever heard of the “egg theory.” Shaking my head, I looked in the rear-view mirror and told him no. What he explained sounded something like a form of reincarnation, but given that it had its own name and some random stranger was sitting in my back seat talking about it, I assumed there had to be more to it. As soon as he got out of the car, roughly fifteen minutes from the time I picked him up, I typed “egg theory” into the notes on my phone so that I could revisit it. A few days later I remembered the conversation and typed it into google.

“The Egg” is a short story written by a man named Andy Weir in 2009. It’s a very brief read, and presented primarily in the form of a dialogue between you and God, immediately following your death in a car accident. I don’t want to spoil every detail, but it plays with the notion that every time we die, we are reborn into another person that has or will exist throughout history. It doesn’t happen in chronological order, and the process will continue until you have lived every life that has ever existed on earth, accumulating their experiences and knowledge in the process. You are unaware this is happening while you are “alive,” and once you are done, you will ascend to a deity like status. In essence, the universe is an egg, whereby we are growing and will eventually hatch into another form of being.

A couple blogs ago, I referenced near death experiences, a topic I will likely revisit often. One of the reoccurring themes on the other side in NDE’s is the discovery of an interconnectedness we all have. The first couple times I heard this mentioned in an experiencer’s account, I thought it sounded overly cliché, but the more NDE’s I listened to, the more I began hearing it from a diverse group of individuals with varying pre-death beliefs and backgrounds. They weren’t just saying actions have a “ripple effect,” but that it goes even deeper than that. Like on a molecular or quantum level. According to these people, who have legitimately died and been uploaded with knowledge we seem to have once possessed and will possess again, when we do something to someone else, we are literally doing it to ourselves. It would seem that at least unintentionally, that’s the notion that the author of the “egg theory” is toying with. Everyone operating in that system is just a different version of the same person, so we are constantly interacting with ourselves. Whatever you do to someone else, you are literally doing to yourself.

For even the most zealous person of faith, in a monotheistic sense, this isn’t incompatible with their belief system. Not necessarily the egg theory itself, but the concept of literal interconnectedness. If you believe in a singular creator, then we all derive from the same source. No matter what we are made of or instilled with, our origin is the same. That’s true for pretty much any atheistic belief as well. Whether you consider us star dust or the breath of God, we each derived from the same place.

This concept can be found across all cultures and religions throughout time. In a philosophical sense, it may be referred to as the “Ethics of Reciprocity,” but one popular version of it is called “The Golden Rule.” It goes, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” While those words are valuable council even on a surface level, they take on another layer of meaning when one applies the aforementioned concepts. You are literally doing unto yourself anytime you do unto another. Even if just in a quantum sense, whereby we all originate from a singular source and retain a level of energy connectedness, we are still doing to ourselves on some physical level.

The ego seems to be a major problem for the ethics of reciprocity. I often wonder why we were allowed to have it, or why it was allowed to take the dominant role in our lives and behavior that it does. The ego seeks to serve the self, and approaches life from the vantage point of the individual’s wants and needs. That is, unless that’s the point of life. To identify the ego as problematic and then work to suppress it for the good of the collective. It seems so obvious.

Unless, of course, the universe is just an egg.

The UBeerOsopher

And now…a haiku:

if all that matters

could be fit into an egg

we’d just scramble it

“We meet ourselves time and again in a thousand disguises on the path of life.” ~ Carl Jung

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myfuckingpoetrt · 3 days

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I had a crazy nightmare that we were all on Megan’s car and cody was driving. We kept seeing people on literal bikes and weird vehicles (like golf carts, go karts, atvs, etc) driving on the wrong side of the road. Each time cody would kind of knee-jerk-reaction scream* at them (without rolling a window down) to get off the road and panic a bit but they would pass by fine and we’d keep driving. We got on the highway over where Ridgmar mall is by the Alta mere exit in Fort Worth and imagine this is all happening very quickly.

There was a man with goggles driving some weird car I’ve never seen and he was driving the wrong way and passed between us and the car to the left of us. We were at this point all kind of freaking out because it was the third person. 2 is weird but 3 is not a coincidence. So we are all kind of talking about it and watching him drive off and then we see him hit an 18 wheeler, his weird car catches on fire which catches him on fire, he gets catapulted into the air from being hit and his charred body hits the side of the car. Everyone was screaming and/or crying and I disassociated in the dream which was weird because I felt it happening…

Cody sped up to keep up with traffic because everyone was freaking out and trying to get off the highway. There is someone riding a REGULAR BIKE in front of us on the highway and they’ve been pumping their sculpted, biker short legs so fast to keep up (we did not question them being there lmao.) Another person driving the wrong way comes out of nowhere so people start swerving and breaking and all sorts but then the weird car side swipes the bikers and they fall and cody just bump bump bump bumps right over their bodies because it happened so fast and he couldn’t react in time. Megan says, “what was that?” And I told her let’s worry about getting safe and then we will talk about it. Cody checked out somewhere mentally when megan asked lol. Jon was just shocked and didn’t say much.

Cody then can’t fucking take it anymore cause he ran some people over so he is quickly getting to the side of the road near a bridge and somehow gets through 3 lanes of traffic to get over there even though everyone is driving frantically. So he’s slowing down and then we see (and this is my favorite part) a black gorilla beating the shit out of some guy that also pulled off the road. Cody is like oh fuck and starts backing up and then accidentally backs into a car coming towards on the highway and I woke up.

Hope that helps!

Accident

To dream that you are in an accident signifies pent-up guilt in which you are subconsciously punishing yourself over. Perhaps you are not proud of something you have done. Alternatively, the accident may symbolize an error or mistake you have made. Accident dreams also represent your fears of being in an actual, physical accident. You may simply be nervous about getting behind the wheel. Or the dream is trying to warn you of some accident.

To dream of a car accident symbolizes your emotional state. You may be harboring deep anxieties and fears. Are you "driving" yourself too hard? Perhaps you need to slow down before you hit disaster. You need to rethink or re-plan your course of actions and set yourself on a better path. Dreaming that someone is injured in a car accident means that you cannot control the action of others. They have to live with the consequences of their own decisions.

To dream that a loved one dies in an accident indicates that something within your own Self is no longer functional and is "dead". It is also symbolic of your own relationship with that person. Perhaps you need to let go of this relationship.If you dream that you die from the car accident and actually see the reactions of your loved ones, then it suggests that your reckless activity is affecting those around you. This dream is a wake-up call. TOP

Accomplice

To dream that you are an accomplice to a crime suggests that someone in your waking life is having a negative influence on you. You may be experiencing feelings of guilt with something that you have done.

To dream that you have an accomplice implies that others are enabling your negative habits or behavior. TOP

Goggles

To see or wear goggles in your dream suggest that you are trying to protect yourself from emotional harm. Perhaps you need to confront something in your waking like that you know is hurting you.

Golf Cart

To see or ride a golf cart in your dream suggests that you are too lackadaisical in the pursuit of your goals. You have no sense of urgency in things.

Gorilla

To see a gorilla in your dream suggests that you may be too "over the top" in your behavior. Perhaps you are compensating for your rigidity and stiffness in your waking life. Alternatively, the gorilla symbolizes your primitive impulses, wild nature and repressed sexual energy.

Car

To see a parked car in your dream suggests that you need to turn your efforts and energies elsewhere. You may be needlessly spending your energy in a fruitless endeavor. Alternatively, a parked car may symbolize your need to stop and enjoy life.

If you dream that you hit or ran over someone with a car, then it implies that you have hurt someone in order to move ahead in life.

Dreaming of a car that is driving fast suggests that you need to slow down and think through your choices. You are so focused on your goals that you are leaving behind the people around you

Car Alarm

To hear or set off a car alarm in your dream implies that you are headed on the wrong path. The dream is alerting you to change your direction and alter your course.

Wreck

To see a wreck in your dream represents obstacles and barriers toward your goals. You feel that you are being held back or that you are not making any progress.

Witness

To witness to something in your dream represents your need to be more observant. You need to examine something more closely and look at a situation more objectively. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you are watching life pass you by. Perhaps you are emotionally detached or feel you are an outcast of society.

Windshield

To look through the windshield in your dream represents what is ahead of you and the choices you make. It may also indicate that your approaching your goals in all the wrong way.

Window

To see a window in your dream signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight. If the window of a house is dark, then it indicates a loss to your perception or vitality.

To dream that you are looking out the window signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness and your point of view. It also refers to your intuition and awareness. You may be reflecting on a decision. Or the dream is telling you that you need to go out into the larger world and experience life. Consider the significance of the things you see when you look out the window. If you are looking in the window, then it indicates that you are doing some soul searching and looking within yourself. It is time for some introspection. To see another face in the window in your dream suggests that you are feeling emotionally distant and physically detached. Also consider the emotion depicted on the face.

Wild

To see something wild in your dream represents the uninhibited and animalistic aspect of your personality. In dreams, you feel freer to behave in a way that you normally would not in your waking life.

Wheels

To see spinning wheels in your dream signify completion or continuation of a familiar situation. The dream may be telling you that your life and daily routine is becoming too repetitious. You are going around in circles and headed nowhere. You need to be more spontaneous! Alternatively, the dream symbolizes forward motion and the ability to proceed toward your goals.

Fire

Depending on the context of your dream, to see fire in your dream can symbolize destruction, passion, desire, illumination, purification, transformation, enlightenment, or anger.

Fireball

To see a fireball in your dream symbolizes some self-destructive force.

Flip

To see something flipping signifies excitement.

To dream that you are flipping something indicates that you are feeling regret. The dream may also be a pun that you are driving someone mad or crazy, as in "flipped out".

Body

To dream about dead bodies implies that you are feeling detached from those around you. It may also mean that you are feeling emotionally drained.

Brakes

To dream that you are applying your brakes signifies that you should slow down in your business and/or personal affairs. You have been living on the fast lane and you need to take it easy. Alternatively, the dream may be a pun on "break". Perhaps you need to take a break or perhaps you need to break off some relationship.

To dream that your brakes fail or that you can't reach the brakes forewarns that you lack stability in your life. Now is not the time to take risks. Your life is out of control and you need to make some significant changes. It may also not a bad idea to check out the brakes in your car, as you mind might have picked up subtle cues and is manifesting the problem in your dream. TOP

Break

To dream that you break something indicates that changes are ahead for you. You need to "break" away from some situation and change the direction that your life is headed in. Alternatively, to break something suggests that you need to take things slower as in "take a break". Or the dream may be a pun on being broke. Are money matters weighing on your mind?

To dream that objects around you are breaking suggests that you are under tremendous stress. The dream could be a metaphor that you are literally at your breaking point. TOP

Difficulty

To dream that you are experiencing difficulties reflect waking difficulties. You are under tremendous stress

To dream of disapproval indicates that you are rejecting or ignoring some aspect of yourself. It may also represent your own feelings of self-worth and being accepted.

Disaster

To dream that you are in a disaster represents your personal anxieties and fears of change. You are afraid of not knowing what is in store for you in the future.

Distress

To dream that you or others are in distress represents worries and unhappiness in your waking life. You will find that your worries were unfounded and that they will turn out to be better than expected. Perhaps the dream is telling you to lighten up.

Bicycle

To see a bicycle in your dream indicates that you need to devote time to leisurely pursuits and recreation.

Blood

To dream that others are bleeding signifies an emotional cry for help.

Scared

To dream that you are scared indicates that you are experiencing feelings of self-doubt, incompetence, and lack of control in your waking life. Perhaps you are having second thoughts about a decision you have made. Anger often masquerades as fear, so also consider issues about which you are angry about in your waking life.

Scream

To hear or dream that someone is screaming indicates that some friend or family member is in need of your help.

Highway

To see a highway in your dream represents your sense of direction and your life's path. Consider the conditions of the highway which will reveal how much you feel in charge of your life. A smooth, straight highway signifies inner peace, while a winding, bumpy road reflects emotional distress/disharmony.

Hit

To dream that you hit something or someone symbolizes unexpressed anger and aggression. You tend to keep your negative feelings inside instead of expressing them in a healthy way.

To dream that you are almost hit or were ran over by a car suggests that your lifestyle, beliefs or goals may be in conflict with another's. It may also be symbolic of a jolting experience or injured pride. If you are almost hit by a car that looks like a cat, then it suggests that you are hindering someone's goals or not letting them be who they are.

Hit And Run

To dream that you are a victim of a hit and run means that certain aspects of your life beyond your control. Alternatively, dreaming of a hit and run implies that someone else's goal and life path are affecting your own personal goals and path. If your dream involved you running away from a hit and run accident, then it implies that you are running away from some waking responsibility. You are refusing to take responsibility for your actions.

Traffic

To dream that you are in traffic signifies the frustrations that you are experiencing in your life. Things are not going as smoothly as you would like it to. You feel stuck at where you are in life.

To see traffic in your dream indicates the hustle and bustle of everyday life. Sometimes you feel like you are just going with the flow. Things have become too routine.

Traffic Light

To see a traffic light in your dream suggests that you feel you are being held back from pursuing your goals. Your forward progress is being controlled by someone or by some outside forces. In other words, you are not in control of your own life. Alternatively, the dream represents the pressure to succeed or else be left behind. If the traffic light is green, then it indicates that you have been given a seal of approval to follow whatever path you have chosen or whatever decision you have made.

Tragedy

To dream of a tragedy indicates that you are experiencing some form of grief or remorse. It is also symbolic of regret.

Panic

To dream that you are in a panic indicates a lack of control and power in your life. You are feeling helpless in some situation or unable to make a clear decision. Calm down.

Paranoia

To dream that you are paranoid indicates your hesitance in moving forward in some situation or relationship. You are so overcome with fear and suspicion that you are not ready to take that major step in your life.

Park

To dream that you are parking your car represents your desire to settle down. Alternatively, it means that you feel accomplished in your goals and satisfied with your life. If you have difficulty parking the car, then it means that you are in some sort of a rut. You are feeling restless. Perhaps you wished you had taken a different path in your life.

To dream that you parked your car in a non-parking zone suggests that you are poking your head in places where you do not belong.

Partner

To see a partner in your dream suggests that you need to seek the help of others in order to accomplish a mutual goal. Alternatively, a partner symbolizes the duality of your personality. Also consider your waking relationship with your own partner.

Passenger

To dream that you are a passenger suggests that you are not in control of your life. You are letting others decide for you. To see other passengers in your dream indicates that you are spending too much energy pleasing others. Perhaps, you feel that others have been leeching off of you.

Abnormal

To dream of some abnormality or of abnormal objects indicate that the problems that have been preoccupying your mind will soon be resolved. Note that anything appearing abnormal draws attention to that particular aspect. Something in your life may not be consistent with how you feel things should be.

Anarchy

To see anarchy in your dream suggests that you need to show some restraint when expressing yourself

Apes

To see an ape in your dream indicates deception, mischievous, and falsehood. Alternatively, it may refer that you or someone have gone "ape". You need to calm down. The ape may also symbolize your wild inner nature, particularly your sexual nature.

Attack

To dream that you are being attacked by someone indicates your character is being questioned. You feel the need to defend yourself. You are feeling stressed, vulnerable and helpless. You may also be facing difficult changes in your waking life. Dreaming of an attack provides a way for you to confront these situations that you may be avoiding in real life.

To dream that you are being attacked by an animal is a warning to be careful with those around you. Take notice of who you know in your waking life that shares and exhibits the same qualities of the animal that attacked you in your dream.

A TV

To see or ride an ATV in your dream indicates your desire to get off the beaten path. You want create your own path and do things your way. Alternatively, the dream suggests that you need to find time for some solitude in your life. M

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alisheaburgess · 8 months

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The Death of 'Me': A Travel Memoir Part 5 of "yes"

April 7, 2022 (So much happened...for me anyway...) (Full Journey Map)

This was by far the most influential day of my life. This rewrote everything I knew about myself and what I wanted.

To be clear, before this day…I thought I was an introvert. I am in fact not. LOL

I was also convinced that I didn’t even like people that much. I know now that this is ridiculous. People are one of me favorite things! I love connecting with people, maybe even more so if I don’t know them…(don’t ask me why, I don’t know)

I am super awkward though. Being around people has always been a bit weird for me. I am homeschooled (another topic, for a later date) as well as neurospicy, heavy on the spice. So I’m never super sure about what I’m getting into when joining groups or gatherings for the first time.

Since 2020 though I have been getting closer to who I think I am at my core. I woke up on this day hella determined to have fun! (and get a hoodie…) This day was special because it is the day before the first concert (they had 4 in total over 2 weekends). It was also the day that the merch stand opened up. I had only one object for this whole week besides seeing the concert. It was to get a hoodie!

I have been to a lot of concerts in my early childhood but never by myself (check out the other parts to see that I’ve never done anything by myself lol). They were all Christian bands or festivals so it was a bit different in feeling.

This was also the first time I had to get a ride to something that wasn’t the hotel or airport. I was a bit nervous, but also SO ready!

I have always been a lover of clothes and shoes and things (Libra Rising and 2nd house stelium :). I make myself so frustrated every time by picking something horribly uncomfy, or something that does not look good from more than one angle. I really took my time with this one. Very adult LOL. I just wore shorts and a tank top with tennis shoes XD but I did tie up the tank into a crop for the first time in my life. I’ve done it around the house but never to be worn out. Huge move for me.

I do have a photo of this outfit but it’s not really a shareable one because I wasn’t expecting myself to make travel posts… oops now I know for future. I like to talk about everything apparently.

The hotel had an underground-ish parking lot for ride share pickup. I thought that was really cool. There always quite a bit of traffic in there too. I of course followed all the precautions the app I was using told me to. My driver was super nice!

When we got to the drop off there was staff there to tell us where to go (thank goodnes! XD). I still misunderstood what they said and almost went the wrong way. Luckily it was just a giant parking lot that we were in so they just hollard at me to go the other way. Oops… lol

As I was walking towards the stadium, I re-asked the universe to bring me to someone where I could talk and connect. Within seconds of crossing the road to the side of the building I saw a couple of people talking to more staff. Something I was also about to do because it was hard to tell exactly where the merch stands would be based on the website.

As I was walking up they were starting to head that way and spoke out to me first. They invited me to go with them for the line. The stands were on the other side of the stadium so we had to walk around it to get there. We were just chatting away the whole time. It was a mother and daughter duo. They were so kind and fun!

The line filled up pretty quickly behind us. As we were slowly moving up and chatting the mom and daughter duo behind us joined in as well. I can not remember what we were talking about per se, but we were talking for the majority of the 3 hours that we were in line. It was so much fun and one of my fondest memories from the trip.

But as I said this was 3 hours of standing in the Vegas sun. Luckily it was April and not super duper hot and I remembered to wear sunscreen. I did have to shield my face that I had already irritated though. My arms were both very tired by the end of this. The line wound around like a very tight ‘S’ with the sun just off center. So… we were basically roasting on a spit as we went around. My arms did very much appreciate when the sun was to our backs though. I’m fairly certain they would’ve fallen off if they hadn’t had the break!

I didn’t bring a water because I was super smart and realized they probably wouldn’t have a bathroom… Not so smart when you consider that I had already been dehydrated and going to stand in the sun for who knows how long… Luckily they had little water barrel thingy majiggies. That was cool. They also had a giant fan and a mist that never made it past whoever was standing in front of it. It was really odd to watch everyone get worried about their hair all of a sudden when they were stuck in front of it. It did feel nice though! Again, it wasn’t too hot but the sun was a lot.

The end of the line was so near we were on the last corner. The duo I met at beginning had been hoping for awhile now that we would make it to the stand in time. They had a reservation at the cafe that was set up for ARMY. They had to leave 20-30 before we got to the stands at most. The other duo offered to help them out with getting what they were going for.

This is something I love about ARMY. Everyone is so kind and sweet! There was a couple of people passing stuff out in line as well. All so generous with the time, energy, and resources.

By the time we get to the stands I am thoroughly burnt. Lookin’ like a ripe tomato for sure! At the stands I got my hoodie that I had been super set on. And not a moment too soon! There was only two more after mine. Fortunately for the girl behind the counter, when she told me that the ladies behind me made her go get the other two for them. The look she had said that she knew she shouldn’t have said anything, the poor thing. She did get them for them after a moment though. She was just trying to make conversation! She had so many people come through and still so many more to come.

I haven’t worked a merch stand before, but I have worked a concession stand for a big baseball team… it’s insanity.

But I got my HOOODIEEEEE!!!! Mwahahahahaha

When I started heading back towards the stadium and pickup area I was greeted by the duo who had waited after they got their items from the stands. I got invited to go to lunch with them!!! They were so sweet!

We stood there and waited until this came back around 😅😂 it took awhile.

We worked out that we really didn’t know where we should go. We had to be careful about my gluten issue, they were super chill about it too. We knew that just across the bridge was a bunch of restaurants so we headed across.

I believe it’s called Mandalay Bay…or it was in that area. It was yet again a giant hotel, cassino with an actual mall type place in it! We walked around for a bit looking to see what was in there. We found the cafe that was part of the festivities. But it was fairly full. So we went to another place. I cannot remember the name of it now. But it was a sports pub type place with wagyu burgers! Spoiler, they were yummy!!!

I don’t have any pictures of this because, a. I was starving and b. I’m not used to eating around other people much less WITH other people! This was such a great experience.

When we got to the restaurant we went to the restroom and I got to see just how red I was. The funniest part though wasn’t that I was burnt. It was that the sunscreen did in fact work…in the places that I put it on well. Apparently, I really suck at putting on sunscreen (I didn’t know that was possible). I had (and still sort of have the remnants of) a curvy and splotchy tomato red line running down my arm. It was the funniest thing that happened to me the entire trip I think.

Hehehe

Anyway, back to the fact that we were starving. I got a burger and a salad, which was divine! I don’t normally like salads (have never until this point!). I’m so glad we went there. I believe it was some sort of balsamic vinaigrette (neither of which I just spelled without help lol). It was so good and I now like salads. That might not sound like a big deal but I always wanted to like salads and just couldn’t stomach the idea of them… And now I can! I owe it all to this trip, the instances that took place and that lovely little burger place! :)

After we ate we made plans to meet up for the Fountain event that was happening that night. It was one of the things scheduled for ARMY and I really wanted to see it! And it was FREE!!! =)

It wouldn’t be for a few hours though so we parted ways for now. I went back to my hotel. I was gonna walk but it was far enough away and it had been a long day. I ended up taking a ride back. I had planned for it anyway, but the idea of being able to walk back through the city was fun.

The first thing on my list when I got back was to figure out how to make the red gift from the sun STOP BURNING!!!! It hurt so bad lol. I have had sunburn before, plenty of times. But it has been awhile so I was done with it pretty quick.

So I put on my hoodie (without washing it like you are supposed to) to go out and get some boo boo repair! Luckily for me, there was an entire mall right at my finger tips. And it’s set up for tourists right, so they already knew we would need sunburn stuff! XD I appreciate it!

I got myself fixed up and smelling like I don’t know what I’m doin’! That what aloe vera smells like to me hehe like sunburn repair XD

The best part about my sunburn though is that it was just my arms and a bit on my stomach. (yay for wearing a crop top hehehe I actually smiled every time I saw the burn on my stomach because it reminded me that I finally wore what I wanted!) My legs, even though they were the most exposed, were untouched! My face was mostly untouched because I was doing my best to keep it covered. So my arms were BRIGHT red…all alone LOL

The jacket was heavy, almost too heavy to wear over the burn because it hurt…but I wasn’t taking it off. I also needed to make sure that I covered the burns to go out to the fountain! But mostly I just wanted to wear my jacket!

I am a planner, so I checked how far away the fountain was from me and if I could get there on foot. I was staying at the Linq so it wasn’t far. The coolest part of the strip is the bridges to cross the road. Such a cool idea! There is so much to see there and it’s great that you don’t have to worry about crossing that road.

I about 30 mins early because…anxiety XD When I left the Linq I planned to go through one of the other hotels right by me. I got lost!!! Hehehe I just asked someone who was working at a desk how to get to the road for the fountain. They were super sweet and pointed me in the right direction. It was just one straight hallway to get back to the road but I was headed in the wrong way before.

Then it was just a matter of taking the beautiful bridge across to the fountain. The way down from the bridge on the fountain side was inside a really luxe feeling building. It was a part of the hotel that owns the fountain…I think. I could be wrong about that though. It was so pretty though!

We did get to meet up at the fountain. I got there so early that I got to see 2-3 other songs I believe. They were all really cool. The one for BTS didn’t show until a bit later than we thought it would but that all good. It was such a fun experience! I have a video that should be linked in this post =)

Just behind us was a little (not little to me, but in caparison to the real tower) was an Eiffel Tower that would turn purple for BTS and ARMY!! It was so cool to see the whole city turning purple.

Looking back, this day showed me that I don’t have to change to be happy. I’m already the person that I want to be. I just need to put myself in a place where I am safe to be so.

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Sorry about the shaky camera XD this was originally just for my own memory!

This was such a beautiful day! I for the very first time got to actually go out into the world and explore while feeling safe.

Thank you BTS and Hybe for setting up such a fun environment for ARMY!!! The feeling of community I got from this trip can never be replaced 💜💜💜

Once again... I try not to edit these too much. It's just a journal of my thoughts about my trip. Please have mercy! 😅😂

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talesfromsiteredacted · 10 months

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Confessions Of a Type Green: Or, Just Your Friendly Neighborhood Bixby

Not a lot is known about the average reality bender, we know they can and often do fuck up reality, but no one really knows what life is like for one. Do Type Greens put on their socks one at a time, sort of stuff. Lucky for you reading this, there just happens to be one available for commentary. For the record, I can't speak for other Bixbies, but I still do one at a time. Surprise, your average reality bender is a lot like everybody else.

I still need an alarm clock to wake up. I still need to eat, sleep, drink, and relax like a normal person. In fact, a lot of benders just... do things the normal way most of the time. A type green raised with a loving family to provide a strong moral compass avoid using their powers at all, except when not doing so will get them killed or worse. A lot of it is instinctive, there's no Unseen University for this stuff. Thus, our "gifts" tend to be unpredictable. But, with careful training, we can become pretty good with control. It's a bit like riding a bicycle, the more you do it, the easier it becomes. But, much like riding a bicycle, it's important to do things safely.

Establishing boundaries early on in any relationship is important, so it's best to pick a few basic guidelines. Like, try not to kill anyone on accident or reflex. No using your abilities too quickly either, so build up to moving the mountain. No time travel, it never ends the way intended. Also, no warping people. No matter how much you'd like a certain coworker to forget a certain sea shanty. Do not call attention to yourself, just in case someone suspects what you are. So, as awesome as it might sound... no superhero suits. The Foundation boys are rough, but the GOC (much like Wu-Tang Clan) ain't nothing you want to fuck with.

Also, be very careful whom you tell anything to. People talk all the time, and especially about the weird shit they see. Why do y'all think Clef lies like a bad toupee all the time?

Now, onto the really boring, practical stuff (yes we HAVE to do things like this, unless you want to be unalived by a 50 caliber to the head). Tip one, hunger, thirst, exhaustion, even a common cold can mess with your powers. So, take care of yourself. No matter how small or grand, using your powers can and does take it out of you, especially at first. Stay fed, stay hydrated (yes coffee counts, but water is still a better option), get good sleep, and... chill. Bad self care does not directly kill, but it will suck if not done properly. Only a vacuum likes to suck.

Two, if you must alter your reality... think long and hard about unintended consequences. Clef did after the 2020 election. Big oops is right, Boss. No one wants to deal with Nazi Necromorphs because you ran late, decided to keep that traffic light green for just three more seconds, and almost get slammed by a guy in a self-driving electric car whose car did not know to stop. Yes, I exaggerate, but only to show the level of WTF that can go wrong here.

Three: as tempted as you might be, helping your friends out of every bad situation is a bad call. There's too much downside potential for it to go horribly wrong. If you cannot resist the urge to help, stick to plausible stuff. Like, say... your pal Ed owes this jerk a grand in cash, he's $100 short... and finds a c note in the jacket he borrowed off you, or just floating in the wind. That's relatively harmless. Or your grandmother finds the exact piece of carnival glass she missed out on at the church rummage sale for $1 or such. Little things.

Lastly for now, just try and not be an asshole. This world has too many as is. Be kind, be careful, don't overextend yourself. That being said, goodnight and good luck, fellow greens.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #auntie rabbits helpful hints #type greens are people too you know #im human just weird #dr snow

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cohenbain17 · 1 year

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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What if a security guard wouldn’t let you back in the arena if you went out to get something. And they didn’t believe that you were harrys gf and just thought you were a crazy fan

oooh it’s been done before but here’s my version!! ;

You were running late.

It was already 7pm and you were only getting out of your car in the car park. Harry was due to be on stage in an hour and you hadn’t even seen him yet. The traffic around Dallas today has been awful. Chocker block. You’d been with Harry all day, up until 3 hours ago when he had to leave the hotel to come to the stadium for rehearsals. Normally you’d go with him, but you were so tired that you wanted a little nap before coming. The problem here was you overslept.

There were no Ubers available and a taxi would be far too expensive at this time, so you drive in Harrys car instead. You’d been following Harry on tour in his car, so when you get to different destinations you can go out on ball day trips if you want to without the obscenity of a huge tour bus or paying for Ubers everywhere. It was the main reason you were so tired though, travelling across country and into different time zones. It would be so much easier if this was the UK.

You grabbed your purse and your jacket, locking the car as you got out and started running for the backstage entrance. It was easy to make it there and you noticed security guards already standing there.

“Hi!” You smiled, slightly short of breathe. You were about to move past them when one of them shoved your shoulder back, making you stumble back unbalanced. “Wha—”

“ID and backstage pass to get through here.” One of them said, looking you up and down as if you were nothing.

If anything, you were quite shocked on how they just treated and continued to treat you. Normally, Harry would show a picture of you to these backstage security guards to make sure you’d be able to get in no problem, but it seemed like today Harry might’ve forgotten to show that photo. This was going to be a problem for you, because you’d forgotten to bring your backstage pass.

“I normally just go through? I’m Harry’s girlfriend.” You tried talking your way around the situation, not appreciating behind held up so close to show-time.

“Oh you’re Harry’s girlfriend? You must be the 7th one we’ve met tonight.” The security guy laughed and so did his friend, making your blood boil with how annoying they were being. Harry would be so pissed if he heard the way they were treating you.

“No but I actually am.”

“Then, ID and backstage passes.” One of then held out his hand whilst the other crossed his arms over his chest to make him look intimidating. Dickheads.

“I have ID just not the backstage passes.” You answered honestly, holding out your ID for them to check. They collected it and asked you questions on it, you answering them all perfectly.

“Well you definitely know you, but you have no proof you’re supposed to be where you claim to be.” They handed you back your ID and you huffed in stress.

“Well what can I show you? Photos of me and Harry together? Text messages?” You waved your arms around, getting really pissed off that this was actually happening. You’d probably miss Jenny’s whole set because of this and then 15 minutes before show-time Harry gets transported under the stage. So you only really would have half and hour with him, and that’s just not enough time. You wanted a safe and warm hug off him. You wanted a kiss. You just wanted him.

“Everyone knows they can be photoshopped.” One of the guys scoffs at your notion.

“Listen. You either show us your backstage pass or we’ll escort you off site.” The other one says a lot more firmer this time. It made you quite anxious for what you’d do if they did that - or maybe when they did that.

“Well I don’t have the backstage passes.” You sighed, rolling your eyes at the way this was going to end.

“Then let’s go.” One of them pointed to where you came from and to the car park, stepping forwards as he did so.

“I’m not leaving until you let me through those doors. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” You answered, taking a step back in stress of what they might do.

“Harry ain’t your boyfriend. Now let’s go!” They stepped forwards again and reached for you.

You swung your bag at one of them, hitting him in his side and he grunted because of the impact of your water bottle with his chest. The other one grabbed your arm and you couldn’t shake him, since you were not trained in any way for situations like this at all. His fingers dig into your skin and it made you scream out a cry, trying to kick him in any way to escape. The other one recovered ever ordered the guy holding you to escort you away whilst he stayed and guarded the door. The one holding you tugged your arms behind your body and held them tight there, it really fucking hurting. He didn’t care though and continued to walk you, asking you where your car was so he could get you out of here.

Once you reached your car he let you go and you wrapped your arms around you as he walked away again, not verbally saying anything but his eyes saying enough. Stay away. You shakily got your keys out of your bags and unlocked your door, climbing in and just sitting there. You could feel your hands really shaky and achy. Looking down with tear clouded eyes, you saw the red marks over your arms and slight bruising already. Your arms and shoulders hurt from being bent in an uncomfortable position.

You cared less about the pain though and how much of a disappointment of a girlfriend you were going to be to Harry. He was going to think either the worst for you or the worst of you. You reached in your bag on your lap for your phone, throwing your bag on the seat next to you afterwards. You wiped your eyes with the sleeve of your t-shirt and unlocked your phone to text messages, sending Harry a quick text.

To Harry: Are you free to call? x

No response. You sat there for a few minutes in silence, still shook up and teary. That had been a really awful situation to be in and you hated that you were nowhere near Harry to fix it. Your phone vibrated 3 minutes later, finding a text message from Harry. You sighed and felt safe when you saw his icon light up your notifications, knowing he was in contact with you.

From Harry: Of course, you okay? xx

You didn’t open your phone because you didn’t know how to respond. How do you tell him you’re not okay, only 20 minutes before he’s meant to be ready to go on stage? You didn’t want to worry him, but you also didn’t want him thinking you were a terrible girlfriend either.

Another vibration.

From Harry: Lovie? xx

Your eyes watered at that simple word, meaning so much more to you than five letters. It made you feel so much comfort, you only wished you could get that hug and a kiss now.

Again.

From Harry: Love, you’re worrying me now.

From Harry: Let me face-time you, hang on.

His icon lit up the screen; Incoming…

You shakily accepted, wiping your eyes quickly before. When he answered you could tell he was still in his dressing room, sat on the sofa that you wish you were also sat on with him. He looked so beautiful. His hair was perfectly styled and he was wearing a pearl coloured silk shirt and you knew he was wearing white silk pants to co-ordinate. You thought he looked ethereal. A glowing beacon of hope and beauty.

He didn’t say anything to you at first and you nothing to him. He just looked at you and instantly knew something bad was up. He kept eye contact with you and it was as if he was having a telepathic conversation with you, understanding that you needed him and just him.

“Hey, Mitch man?” Harry asked, turning his head to somewhere else in the room. “Could y’just give me a minute. Please.”

“Sure, sure.” Mitch answered and all you could hear was the sound of shuffling and the door shut. As soon as he was gone you started crying all over again. You cupped your hand over your eyes and your body shook as you just cried. Harrys heart broke that you were alone and he couldn’t hug you close to his chest.

“Y/N, baby. Look at me.” He asked urgently and you just shook your head, embarrassed that this was happening to you. “You’ll be alright lovie, I promise. Just look at me, beautiful.” You moved your hand away from your face and wiped your eyes and nose to try and make you look slightly better - not that it helped. “There’s my pretty girl.”

You smiled. He smiled.

“I-i’m so-rry H.” You whispered, sniffling in between words because of how shaky you felt.

“Hey, no. None of that. It’ll be okay.” He reassured you, keeping eye contact with you to try and decipher what was wrong. “Where are you, lovie? You’re in the car, yeah?” Harry asked, recognising your surroundings but you could get anywhere. You could have been in an accident for all he knew, but he was remaining calm so he didn’t send you into a panic.

“Yeah. In the stadium car park.” You saw Harrys eyes momentarily light up at that, before he remembered that you weren’t okay.

“Okay. Tell me why you’re upset, love. Help me understand.” He sounded urgent, just wanting to know so he could help you out. He wanted you to be okay. He wanted you with him.

“The security guards wouldn’t let me in, backstage I mean. I didn’t have my backstage pass. But..” You choked on a sob and Harry told you to just breathe. You were okay. “One of them g-grabbed me and escorted m-me of sight.”

“Baby, are you hurt? Is that why you’re upset?” Harry asked, standing up now in panic. His face looked angry, but you could tell he was trying his best to be a comfort for you. “Y/N?”

“Y-yes. Yes Harry, yes.” You voice wobbled out and you let out an exasperated sob. “I’m s-sor—”

“No don’t you dare. Don’t apologise for this. Not ever. You understand me?” He made very clear he wasn’t messing around.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Alright. Now, you gotta be strong for me okay?” He asked, before asking, still checking that you were okay. He knew you would be though, because you were his bravest girl ever - stronger than you knew.

“Okay.”

“You’re going to make your way back to the backstage entrance, alright? I am going to be there, before you get there. Those security guards won’t be there I promise. You’ll be okay. Can you do that for me?” He asked, moving around the room and then out of the door. He was walking down the corridors, ignoring the people shouting his name. He was only focused on you.

“Yes. Okay.” You nodded, wiping under your nose again.

“I love you.” He kissed the camera of his phone, looking like he was kissing you instead.

You returned the gesture, kissing him virtually back. “I love you.”

He told you that it’d be alright and then ended the call, explaining how you didn’t need to hear him get angry when he found these security guards. They would be fired even if they weren’t on his tour crew, he’d make sure of it. You made your way back to the backstage entrance again, slowing down before you rounded the corner. Taking a deep breathe you walked around and were met with exactly what Harry promised; him.

You smiled and broke out into a run to get to him, your bag weighing on your shoulder. Once you reached him your bag was thrown on the floor in front of him and you jumped into his arms. He lifted you up to sit you around his waist, keeping his arms tight around your waist and squeezing the biggest hug out of you. Your arms tightened around your boyfriends neck and you buried your face into his neck, and god he smelt like everything homely and sweet. He felt just like home.

“See, you’re alright now lovie.” He assured you, kissing your cheek that wasn’t quite buried into his neck.

“Th-ank you.” You muttered, kissing his neck in appreciation which made him hum in delight. He tasted so hot and lush. He was insatiable. You then felt him start kissing your arms, where the harsh red and purple marks were.

“Sorry y’had to go through this.” He kept kissing your arms, until you moved your head up and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.

“If I can’t say sorry, then neither can you.” You shook your head, kissing his nose softly. You watched his eyes flutter close and felt so special that only you could do that to him.

“You’re so amazing Y/N. Truly.”

“You’re pretty special too, my love.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else from you, those words were enough, so he pressed his lips to yours softly, filling you with the love you’d been waiting to feel all day. You smiled into the kiss and he just felt so amazing. He was so soft and gentle with you - as smooth as the silk that dressed his body. He was so pretty to watch melt away under your spell and delicious tasting. Strawberries, was that?

He was everywhere. He was everything. He always would be.

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watermelonlovershigh · 3 years

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You Get Sick in the Back of an Uber

AN: so this was a story i have had in my drafts for like three months and just never found motivation to finish it. i decided to finish this first out of my drafts because it was one of the ones that had the most already written for it. unlike some of my others that don't have much written yet. and this was supposed to be longer but i got lazy and ended the end with no dialogue and shorted the story. but i guess that's fine because the main part of this was the uber incident and not necessary the aftercare. (i just love to always include aftercare whether its with sex or getting sick. unless its a blurb) @harryhoney-bee suggested number 1. on my voting post so thank you for requesting i finish this one shot idea that was in my drafts.

This story contains: puke, drunken person, caring husband

{ husband!harry - dad!harry - Grammys 2021 Harry - 4 kids (any age you imagine) }

word count: 1765

When you drink too much at the Grammys, you end up having to get sick in the uber ride home and Harry cares for you.

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Back Story-

After the Grammys, Harry and I decided to go to the little after party that was being held for the Grammy attendees. We knew we couldn't stay too long because we had to get back home to our kids. They were currently with our babysitter but she couldn't stay all night. She has to go home at some point. So we made sure to watch the time.

At the afterparty, drinks were flowing. I haven't drank in a while due to the fact I had been pregnant not too long ago. This was the first night I was allowed to drink and I decided to do just that. Harry was aware of me drinking and promised to watch and take care of me. Though we were at this afterparty for him, he wanted me to let loose and have some fun as well.

But what he wasn't expecting was for me to drink the amount I did. I didn't mean to go over board. It just kind of happened. People handing out drinks left and right and next thing I knew, I was drunk. Not tipsy, drunk. When Harry noticed how drunk I was, he decided it's best to go home.

And because Harry also had drank some alcohol, he wasn't in a state to drive either. By no means was he as drunk as me though. Maybe just tipsy but he didn't want to risk it. So he decided to call an uber for us.

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Current-

We're sitting in the back of the uber on our way home. It's about an hour drive since the city is crowded with traffic due to the Grammys. Right about now is when I regret drinking any alcohol tonight. Because I haven't drank in over a year, my body isn't use to the poison running through my veins. So you could say I'm a lightweight now. My head is throbbing. My vision is blurry. My stomach is turning. Lets just say I regret all my decisions tonight that lead to me feeling this way.

"Harrrrry I don't feel good." I manage to slur out.

"You probably should have stuck to champagne instead of vodka my love." Harry responds, while stroking my hair out of my face in a gentle manner.

Another 10 minutes pass and I'm feeling very nauseous. I'm trying to focus on my breathing but it's not working.

"Harry my stomach hurts." I whisper with hooded eyes.

"Like you're gonna be sick?" Harry questions with panic.

I nod my head and hear Harry asking the driver if he can pull over.

"Can you pull over? My wife is feeling ill." Harry frantically questions the uber driver up front.

"I'm sorry sir but this freeway is packed and there is no way I can get to the side of the road right now." the driver says with a bit of an attitude.

Hearing that made me and Harry both start to panic.

"Well do you have any sick bags in here?" my husband asks.

"Sorry I don't." the driver retorts in a uncaring tone. What kind of uber driver doesn't carry sick bags for when drunks potentially need a ride but feel like they are going to be sick?

I just barley hear Harry let out a frustrated sigh and turn to me.

"Try and relax love. Take deep breaths for me, alright." Harry whispers while rubbing my back as I'm slumped over his body, too disoriented to even hold my head up.

About 3 minutes later, I feel vomit rise up my throat. There isn't much I can to do. The driver already said he couldn't pull over, nor does he have sick bags. I sit up from my slouched position and clasp a hand over my mouth. My legs are bouncing up and down. I'm trying desperately not to puke but I'm doing a poor job. Harry is sitting up with me, trying to comfort me but his words are all a blur at this point.

"If you have to be sick darling, let it out. I'll pay to get this uber cleaned, okay." Harry states in my ear. I know he'd rather not have me puke on the floor of the uber, right beside him, but he can tell I'm struggling and in discomfort.

Hearing those words was all the conformation I needed. I remove my hand from my mouth and let out a gush of alcoholic bile spew from my mouth and onto the backseat floor board. Harry gathers my hair in his hands so it's not in my face. My vomit splatters all over my legs and on the bottom of Harry's Gucci suit. I'd feel terrible about that if I wasn't so out of it, but my mind is a mushed up blur.

"Shhh, that's it. You're alright." Harry reassures me. The uber driver lets out a sigh of disgust, but this is truly his fault that I'm throwing up in his uber right now anyways.

Heave after heave, I let out more of the alcohol that was poisoning my system, right onto the floor. It's not a pretty sight. I'm having a cold sweat and my body is trembling. Though Harry has a weak stomach, when it comes to his wife (me) or his kids, he can always handle a bit of throw up. Or a lot like currently. It's like a fatherly/husband instinct that comes over him and he feels only adrenaline, not yuck.

Finally I feel my stomach relax and I sit up, breathing heavy with vomit dripping down my chin. Without thinking, I wipe it off with the back of my hand and smear it on my already ruined dress. "Feeling better?" Harry asks in a low tone.

"Mhmm." I hum, not really feeling like talking. My drunken brain has cleared up some from the majority of the alcohol being out of my system, but I still feel the after affects drinking brings. I just lean my head on Harry's shoulder for the rest of the ride home and allow the cool breeze to blow on my face. The uber driver did us all a favor by rolling the windows down so we didn't suffocate on the nasty smell of my sick.

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After-

When we arrived home, Harry payed the uber driver, not giving much of a tip and told him that he'd have someone clean his car out in the morning. As well as a half assed apology for my incident beings it could have been prevented. Then carefully, Harry lifted me out the uber and carried me into our Los Angeles home. Good thing our kids were all asleep because they shouldn't have to see their mother like this. Covered in puke and half drunk.

Harry took me to our bathroom and quickly ran down stairs to pay our babysitter, hoping she didn't question my appearance when she saw my state as we came through the front door. She didn't thankfully and left soon after her check was handed to her. Harry came back up to where he left me and helped me clean up and get ready for bed.

He stripped us of our vomit covered clothes and helped me into the big walk-in shower we have in our master bathroom. Then after he delicately washed our bodies along with my hair, he helped us out and dried us off. We brushed our teeth, me with the help of my husband because I was still a bit dizzy. After we're clean of sick and smelt fresh, he helped me put some panties and a t-shirt over my nude body and boxers on himself; just incase our kids woke up and needed us for whatever reason.

Harry helped me into our large bed and tucked me in, bending down to kiss my forehead. Then he walked down to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a bucket incase I needed to be sick again at some point through-out the rest of the early morning. When he had all the items he intended to grab, Harry came back to our bedroom where I was already passed out with sleep.

So he just set the water on my night stand and the bucket on the floor, beside my side of the bed. Then Harry quietly exited our room and went to each of our child's bedrooms to make sure they were fine and still asleep like they should be, which they thankfully were.

When everything was done and taken care of, Harry turned the bedroom lights out and slipped in the covers with me. He helped my body scoot over and I cuddled into his warm body. I didn't realize it in my state of sleep but I knew when I awoke, I'll be thinking about how grateful I am to have a wonderful husband like Harry.

He takes such good care of me. He didn't get upset that I drank too much on his special night and accidently got wasted. He never once got upset that I basically got throw up on his expensive suit tonight in the uber. He didn't get annoyed that he had to shower both me and him past midnight, though he was exhausted. Harry loves taking care of me (and our kids) and wouldn't wish for any other life. Even when his life becomes chaotic and stressful. Harry loves his family dearly and his family love him just as much or more.

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mattblackagain · 9 months

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The hitchhiker

“Warwick?” she asked, poking her pretty face and long dark hair through the window.

“Yes, as it happens!”, I lied. I was actually going nowhere near Warwick but had completed all my appointments for the day and had nothing waiting for me except an empty motel room.

“Jump in”.

“Great! Thanks a lot!”

She opened the door and dumped her pink backpack on the floor of the car. It looked familiar somehow, but I couldn’t think where I’d seen one like it before.

“Well, no harm done. You’re safe now, I can drop you off wherever you like”.

“Cool, thanks again! I owe you! By the way, I’m Honey.”

“Pleased to meet you Honey, I’m Matt”.

“Oooo...I like this one!”. She reached forward and turned the radio up. “Perfect” by Exceeder.

“1, 2, 3, 4, let me hear you scream if you want some more. Like ahhhh, push it, push it, watch me work it, I'm perfect” she giggled, arching her back against the seat and pouting.

“You are very cute”, I ventured, trying not to make my leering too blatant.

“Awww! Thanks! You’re not so bad for an older guy!” she smiled. “And I really would like to thank you properly.”

I swerved to narrowly miss a traffic island. Fuck. There was nowhere to pull over though, I’d just have to keep going.

“Let me find somewhere to stop before we crash”.

“OK!”, she smiled, and ran her finger across her bottom lip.

She looked up, a string of saliva connecting her lip to my cock. “I want all of it”. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Classy.

“Fuck yes!” I blurted out. “Fucking suck it”. She looked up at me as if to signal yes, and I felt her tongue touch my ballsack. Yes, she was good…

“Thank you, Sir”.

Wow, I love being called Sir. Especially by sluts.

“Get up and turn around”.

“Yes, Sir”.

“Please fuck me”.

“Fuck yes! Please!!”

“Please WHAT?”

“Please SIR!”

I pushed, it sank in easily. That familiar wet grip, so perfectly designed, the flesh so firm, yet yielding.

“Oh!!” she gasped. I grabbed her narrow waist with both hands and pushed again, deeper.

“Oh my god, I love it….please”.

“I’m going to….going to….” she whimpered, before reaching back with her hand and dipping her middle fingertip into her asshole. I felt her cunt contract, then she started bucking.

“Oh...oh….YES!! Fuck it! Harder!”

I was seconds behind her. Gripping her waist hard to maximise the length of my thrusts and pulling her onto my cock, using her whole torso as a fuck tube.

“Wow”, was all I could say, before slipping out of her.

We made our way to the street where I dropped her off without saying much, just smiles mostly.

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verus-veritas · 3 years

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Legacy

Revenge, Technology, Mind Transference, with a dash of unrequited love. What’s not to love? /Verus

"Dude! P-please! I'm sorry! Whatever you think I've done, it must all be a mistake!" Andew yelled, thrashing against his confinements and eyeing the only point of exit in the room. His firm muscles were wet and taut against his clothes, and his handsome face flush red with terror and worry.

"Are you really sorry though? It didn't seem like it from the way you acted during Gavin's funeral. The sneers and laughter you made as his parents said their final words to him..." I said, hiding in the shadows. Only my feet and the contours of my body was visible for him to see.

"N-no offense. I just found it funny when the parents said they wish he'd atleast gotten a girlfriend before he passed away-" The same devious sneer returned on his perfectly handsome face, as he most likely remembered the scene in his head.

"Of course you found it funny. Because you knew he was completely gay. Gay, and had a massive crush on you for ages. He literally worshipped the ground you walked on, and spent most of his waking hours wishing he could be with you." I explained, slowly walking around him as I pulled out a flimsy latex cap with electronical nodes attached to it.

"And I let him. I did no wrong." Andrew talked back. His eyes following my figure until I stood directly behind him.

"No! You lead him on, made him believe you were actually interested in him. And then you destroyed him. You are the reason he ran out of the house crying, and you are the reason he didn't see the truck speeding towards him!" My voice was shaking as I quickly slapped the cap onto his head, accidentally pulling out a few strands of his hair.

"Ouuch! Get this thing off me!" He shook his head and began thrashing about again.

"You know. He really loved you... He said he was going to make you the happiest man on earth. Showering you with gifts and undying love, and be by your side forever and ever. That's why he trusted you so wholeheartedly and let you do whatever you wanted."

"Naive..." He quietly muttered under his breath.

"He was even fine with you staring and drooling over other girls. As long as he could stay by your side."

"What a fag..." I could hear him gritting his teeth.

"But that evening when you invited him over, only to have him find you in the bedroom hooking up with a random girl... that completely ruined him. You shattered his dream, his self-confidence, and his sensitive soul! He didn't know what to do and where to go, which is why he ran straight out into the traffic..." My voice was uncontrollably going up and down now, as I was unable to hide my emotions.

"Dude only had himself to blame. He should've known I only had him around for the free stuff he bought for me." Andrew snickered, as he looked down at the expensive shorts Gavin had bought for him a few weeks prior.

"How dare you!" I tried to punch his shoulder, but knew I was too weak to do any real damage against his hard muscles.

"Y'know... it almost sounds like you had feelings for him- Wait a minute! You're that pastry white kid that always walked around with him aren't you?! Hah! 'Ghost boy' we called you!" The tone in his voice shifted - with more confidence and arrogance. Back to the way he normally talked - a manipulative bastard at heart. "I see. So you best friend Gavin never had feelings for you, and now that he's gone you blame yourself for not having stopped him."

"......" I clenched my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Hah! Maybe you really were a horrible friend. Have you thought about that you might be the reason he's dead?" He laughed, obviously enjoying the way he was toying with my feelings.

"...you have no idea..." I mumbled, as tears began to flow down my cheeks.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting in this chair - tied up and wearing this stupid cap on your head. Hehe."

I took a deep breath and calmed myself, before walking around him once again and turning so he could see me. See the real me... one last time. "I will. Soon."

"W-what do you mean with that? And why are you also wearing that ridiculous cap?" He asked. His tone in voice once again becoming panicked and anxious.

"You see. The reason why I'm so pale is because I spend so much time at home playing with my inventions and devices. Coding is one of my favorite things to do. And for the last few months I've relentlessly been working on creating this device we're both wearing right now. It was originally only meant to be used on you, recoding the patterns in your brain into loving Gavin as much as he loved you. While also erasing all of your bad traits and turning you into his ideal boyfriend... but there's no reason for that anymore, is there? So, I upgraded it into 2.0, which can now be used with two people."

"P-pff... yeah right... and what does this new version do then?"

"It can transfer the consciousness between two human brains. Even recoding the brain into believing the new consciousness have always been in control of its own body. All the memories, habits, and even muscle memory will be easily accessible to the new permanent owner." I explained, as I began fiddling with a machine by our side. The nodes on our caps lit up.

"Permanent?! Wait a minute. Let's say all of this freaky sci-fi stuff is actually real, what's going to happen to my consciousness?" Andrew asked, as he began to get more anxious by the beeping sound of the nodes on his head.

"All gone. Overwritten by mine. Erased out of existence with no way of restoring it." I answered nonchalantly. Flicking the last switched around, the device was now ready to be activated.

"What the fuck! Then you're basically killing me?! Get me out of here, you sick freak!" He began violently thrashing against the back of the chair, and flung his head around to get the latex cap off... but to no avail.

"Am I really though? Your memories, your body, and your relationships will all still be here, under my complete control. I'm just... discarding a small part of you that's no longer necessary."

"No...no... Help! HELP! SOMEONE!! THIS CRAZY MOTHERFUCKER IS GOING TO KILL ME!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, but the soundproofed walls would do him no good.

I flicked the final switch and walked over to him as the machine began buzzing. Standing in front of him, I suddenly sat down on his lap and grabbed hold of his face. I stared into his fearful yet piercing blue eyes and slid my hands across the cheeks and contours of his face.

"This beautiful face of yours that Gavin loved, I promise I'll take good care of it and cherish it until the day I die. It's the least I can do to honor my friend Gavin." I leaned forward and gently laid a kiss on his sweaty forehead, while holding him in place as he screamed for all he was worth.

"No! Noo! NOoO-Uoogguuughhhh" His scream turned into a gurgle as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. At the same time, my eyes went white and hazy as my pastry body slumped over and fell on the cement floor. Most likely cracked open its head or something from the sound of it.

"NgOOuoouughhgguuuhh!!!" Andrew's head flung back and forth as if to fight whatever was invading his head, but it barely took a minute before the thrashing suddenly stopped and his head slumped down.

His eyes were closed, his face flushed red from exertion, and the sweat and drool pooled down onto his expensive shorts. A further five minutes of stillness and blinking nodes passed before any activity was seen.

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*Gasp*

I awoke to the cap on my head giving me a quick electric shock. In front of me laid my old withered body, lifeless and without a doubt stone dead. My throat felt dry and tired, and the ties on my arms hurt like hell. In fact, everything felt, looked, and smelt different. The smell oozing from my sweaty clothes that once smelt great now stunk in my nose. I could recall from Andrew's memories that he showered atleast twice a day. I showered atleast twice a day.

After some fiddling with the special knots in my back, I easily slipped the rope off. Massaging the sore parts on my wrist, I soon relished in how big and strong my new hands looked now. Hands who should've been holding Gavin's...

I explored further up till I reached my new bulging biceps. Squeezing them I felt how firm and taut they were. I never in a million years would have managed to get myself this big, but here I was, standing in the body of a perfect specimen. The body of the man who my friend loved, but who didn't truly love him back. If only I could've done this before Gavin died... Would he have loved me instead, or would he have hated me for what I had done? Well, atleast he would've been alive.

My focus went to my Andrew face, as I caressed the blemish-free skin and the small stubble forming on it. The face of the man I had hated for a while, the face of the man whose identity I would have to take over, and the face I would see in the mirror for as long as I breathed. It was one of the most handsome faces I've ever laid my eyes on no doubt, so I'm perfectly fine with that decision.

My hands continued to explore what was now mine; running fingers through my lush but wet hair, following the outline of my cobblestone abs, and shaking my strong and muscular legs awake from sitting too long.

Not long after I finally slipped the drool and sweat-soaked shorts off myself and watched as the tool between my legs arose to its new owner. It might not have been as long as my former one, but the very girth of it made up for it. As I enveloped it between my palms, I realized that no one had ever been as intimate with Andrew's tool as I was now, and no one would ever be. Not even Gavin would if he was somehow resurrected. Only I, Andrew would ever know how this throbbing member would feel in my own hands, the endorphins and pleasure its touch would send throughout my amazing body, and the ultimate earth-shattering orgasms I would experience as I edge myself to climax every day from now on.

The very thought of it immediately brought me to the brink of orgasm, so I quickly spread my legs apart and thrust the member fully through my grasp. It was all that was needed as I suddenly began shaking with pleasure and exploded shot after shot of Andrew seed all over the floor, myself and my former lifeless body."Ugh! Uuuugh! UUUuOOGggHH!!"

“.... Holy shit.....” I moaned, slightly shocked by the unfamiliarity of the new voice coming from my throat.

Reeling from my first ever orgasm in my new body and life, I sat back down on the chair and took a breather. I was sweaty, my crotch sticky, and my armpits stunk. Yet, I know I still looked glorious. How couldn't I? After all, I am Andrew. The man who Gavin loved, and who loved him back just as much, if not even more...

I will dedicate this new life of mine to worship and care for this body just as much as Gavin would have. His legacy, Andrew's body and life, and my consciousness have finally become one... and I promise I will carry them with pride and confidence to the grave... even if it is the only thing I will accomplish in this short insignificant life of mine.

#possession #revenge #selflove #love #dark #permanent #identity theft #mine

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kaijurakunsobs · 3 years

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Soft uwu? What about reader telling Heisenberg that they think they love him? They've never felt this way abiut anyone and they never feel this way for anyone else. How would he feel about that?

yes...kill me with softness

it just kinda happened! it was never something you except after being brought into this horrible place and tossed to live with Lots Heisenberg as his little assistant

it wasn't love at first sight or anything like that, it took you some time to get used to his...quirks...the way he laughs, how he finds it funny to taunt you using the speakers, the theatrics of his movements and the loud tone of his voice when his temper grows short

at first, he was annoying but the longer you two lived together the fonder you grew of him

when you realize, it's not a traffic moment of screaming and going "OH GOD...OH NO" you took it at face value, laughed a bit nervously, and thought it was something bound to happen! I mean...you two live together and spend so much time together

you try to play it down, make it less obvious, you don't know how he's going to react about your feelings! he was very wary of you when you first arrived, he might think you are lying or something else!

it takes him a bit to catch on what's going on, you are acting strange...not normal you strange, but weird strange. You are not as feisty as always and seem more compliant, you are also avoiding looking at him in the eye

he knows you are one stubborn mf and it will take a long time to get you to admit that something is wrong or what is going on

Heisenberg is thoroughly surprised when you willingly sit down to talk about what is been "bothering" you lately, he fears the worst when he sees you fidgeting and stumbling over your words

of course, it's hard for you to tell him! he's a smug bastard by nature and he just gets off on seeing you suffer or making you flustered but this is getting out of hand. Karl openly flirts with you, gives you that smile that makes you weak on the knees and is so touchie with you! you just had to tell him and get over it

the conversation is uncomfortable at best, he stays quiet for so long you fear the worst, he only ever goes silent when Mother Miranda is near or mentioned in the conversation

Karl stares at you for what felt like ages, you ate not sure if he's about to joke about your feelings or scream, instead, he leaves you

the next days are painful and you are aware that he's avoiding you but there's also the small changes around the fabric and your living quarters. Debris that used to block corridors is now gone, the lycans seem less rowdy near you, the living area has been getting small repairs done here and there

all these problems that you once mentioned to him, that were brushed off, are suddenly being treated as what they are problems that could affect or even kill you

slowly he stops avoiding you, grows a bit more soft around the edges, he's less snappier and a lot more flirty...a lot more

it quickly downs on you, this is how he shows love, not by words but by actions! at that moment you want to go to him and ask him directly, confront the situation but you know how Heisenberg is, he's a rational man, feelings and emotions are hard for him, the best thing you can do is reciprocate

he won't say it but he appreciates the space you give him, letting him understand and express his feelings in his own Heisenberg way™, still he really likes it when you tell him how much you love him or give him small compliments

at the end of the day, you count it as a victory when he leans close to kiss you or whisper back that he loves you too

#re8 #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #karl heisenberg #karl heisenburg x reader #karl x reader #lmao sorry for the delay

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binnieboyswhore · 3 years

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SKZ AS...

Stray Kids as receiving a blowjob Pairing: Skz x Reader Genre: smut Word count: 1,994 Warnings: Oral (m receiving) and face fucking, if there’s anything else i need to add please let me know! Authors note: This is kinda garbage but also i love it so much. I also just love seungmins so much cause i often think about it too much lol anyways further a do here it is. (also if you can write in korean and know korean please DM me i’m trying to get a skz tattoo but do not trust google translate in the slightest)

Please if you are under the age of 18 do not interact. Thank you :)

Chan:

Getting in studio blowjobs was one of Chan's favorite things. He’d always be the one to ask, with his puppy dog eyes he’d complain how horny he is and how if you hadn’t worn such a short skirt he wouldn’t feel this way. He’d complain how well, technically TECHNICALLY you made him this horny as you are the root of this problem you should be the one to take care of it. Eventually you give in and get on your knees for him constantly playing the big doe eye angle with his dick in your mouth making him lose his mind. You watch as he squirms trying to continue mixing songs with one hand while holding onto the chairs armrest with his other. He’s an absolute slut when you focus on the head of his cock so that he has enough time to tell you and release on your face, his favorite place, with your tongue sticking out. He’d also be an angel and clean your face off with a tissue while kissing you and mumbling what a good girl you were.

Minho:

You and Minho always had a voyeuristic relationship never shying away from a bit of public sex but when you reached your hands down into his pants in front of his hyung at dinner and continued to tease him he knew he had to put you in your place. He’d give you a deadly side glare that only fed into the pumping of your hand around him. He would excuse himself from the table for a second and as he was just out of sight your phone would go off and you’d scurry off after him making a quick excuse for the table. As soon as you make it behind the door he has you on your knees slipping his throbbing cock between your lips. Rutting his hips into your face not caring about the speed. Essentially he’s face fucking you in the middle of the mens restroom and neither of you could care less. He watches as your mascara runs down your face cooing at how gorgeous you looked with your mouth stuffed full of him. He grips your hair as he cums down your throat then tells you to meet him at the car after you clean your face and goes to tell the boys you felt sick. You were in for a long night of being put in your place.

Changbin:

Changbin would come home in a rage, something about someone not listening to him during rehearsals or something. He’d just be fuming with no way to let it out so he just rants and rants to with clench fists. You have him sit on the couch as he keeps going on and on while you get on your knees between his legs, shaking your head and agreeing with his anger. You take out his member and slowly start to pump him and his ranting slows down and his moans become more frequent. He slides his hand into your hair so he has some control over your movements. You slide him into your mouth gagging as he moves his hips a bit. He looks down apologetically and you just take him further in your mouth, you allow him to take control using your head and his hips to get himself off. He watches as spit falls out of the sides of your mouth and your tears leaving mascara tracks down your cheeks. Seeing how wrecked you are with his cock in your mouth he can’t help but let himself release down your throat. When he removes himself he pulls you onto his lap whipping away your drool and tears very lightly before giving you a sweet kiss as a thank you.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin has been busy working on some lyrics or some new dance moves for stray kids and you couldn’t care less. The more attention he gave to his work meant less attention for you and you well you were feeling extra needy since being abandoned by your boyfriend. You stand behind his chair, your arms wrapped around his shoulders watching him work as you kissed his neck and nibbled at his ear. He hadn’t said anything about it while occasionally leaving little kisses on your arms. You were growing irritated at how he was just blatantly ignoring your neediness. You whisper little things in his ear and he just tells you later and that he’s busy right now. You stand behind him weighing your options. You can either wait and see if he follows through or you can take control here and seeing as he needs a break anyways you choose the latter. You make camp between his legs and put your head in front of his desk so that he couldn’t not see you. He smiles down at you with all the love in his heart and you explain how he needs a break anyways. He finally leans back and let’s you do your thing as he holds on to the armrest of his chair constantly cooing how beautiful you look when you take him like that. He begins to get whiny when he’s about to come so you take your mouth off his full length paying attention to just the tips and he moves your hands away so he can pump himself and finally release all over your chest. He’d watch as you take your fingers swiping up his release and slowly licking it off, his eyes grow darker and as he shuts his laptop you scurry off to the bedroom with him not too far behind you excited to finally have your Hyunjin back.

Han:

An empty movie theater would be the perfect place for a Jisung blowjob. It wouldn’t take much to convince him either, you’d just have to say well since no one is here and then the sound of his zipper meets your ears. You grin from ear to ear as you reach your hand over the shared arm rest, Jisung letting out quite whimpers. When he was hard enough you bent over the armrest and started moving your head at a rather fast pace as you started to grow nervous of getting caught. You added your hand to jerk off what part of his shaft wouldn’t fit in your mouth and soon he was pulling at your hair and whispering that he was about to come. As he releases in your mouth he bends over his chest hitting the back of your head causing him to go further in your throat and making you gag. Your throat tightens around his already sensitive member causing him to let out a bit louder whine and that’s when someone from the front room sat up and looked back to try to figure out what was happening. Jisung and you look at each other in shock and embarrassment as you both thought the place was completely empty

Felix:

You guys would be backstage at some show waiting for stray kids turn to go on stage and poor Felix, the worst part for Felix wasn’t the performance, it was the waiting, the anticipation. He would constantly get in his own head with the what if’s and shut down and get real quiet. You quickly noticed this process happening and grabbed his hand trying to help calm his nerves but when that didn’t work you looked down at your watch noticing you had enough time. You kissed below his ear pulling him out of his head space for a second then whispered to meet you in the bathroom. He walks in with a confused look as you turn to lock the door really fast, you get on your knees hooking your fingers into his waistband and explaining that you’d help him relax. He’d agree almost immediately, i mean he’d get out of his hand and have your pretty lips around him? Win win. He’d mostly stand there holding his shirt up so it won’t get in your way as you held onto the back of his thighs using it as leverage to force your mouth down his length, the eye contact between you two never wavering. He fed off the intense eye contact only breaking for seconds at a time to watch as you took his length so well, only gagging when he used his hips. You fed off his tiny moans and how he tried so hard to keep his eyes open to stare you down. He’d come in your mouth just because you guys did have to go back out but in his head he came all over your breasts. By the time he got back to the boys he had to go on stage and he was out of his own head all thanks to you and that magical mouth.

Seungmin:

I can see Minnie saying yes to a blowjob while he’s driving like homeboy thinks it’s so hot to do things you’re not supposed to do. Like you guys would be stuck in standstill traffic and with nothing else to do and you’d just have to ask him once and he’d start unbuttoning his pants. He’d gather your hair into a makeshift ponytail and let you do your thing. Your thing including everything from licking him up the bottom of his shaft to suck your cheeks in when you got near the head of his cock. He’d try to control you in little ways like holding your head still periodically, scared you might try to pull something while he moves the car little by little through traffic. He’d let little moans and whimpers slip past his lips trying his hardest to not make it completely obvious to those around him what was happening inside his small car. He’d eventually come down your throat as he hits the brake a little too hard, shoving himself down your throat and you can’t help but moan at the new depth. He’d let a rather loud strained moan out as he holds your hair in his grip. He’d also beg for a kiss from you wanting to taste himself off your mouth and yes it would be the hottest thing you’ve ever done.

IN:

Jeongin loved nothing more than to finally get out of the dorms and stay the night at your apartment, getting away from the boys and their constant babying towards him to seeing you and kissing you whenever he wanted. After staying up all night catching up on what the other has been doing all week you both passed out without even an I love you in exchange. When you woke up, your body curled into Jeongin like a perfect puzzle piece. That was until you felt him poking your lower back. You smiled to yourself rolling over and peppering his face in soft kisses to wake him, he smiles at you grunting at you. When you make a comment about what he must’ve been dreaming about his eyes burst open and his cheeks redden but you kiss it away assuring him that you’d take care of it. You crawl under the blankets but not without a little protest from Jeongin saying you didn’t have to if you didn’t want to but you wanted to more than anything. You take your time with him seeing as it was morning you didn’t want to over stimulate him in any way and hurt him. You can hear his little moans from under the cover as you lick a thick strip on the vein on the underside of his cock. You take your time kissing him and just appreciating him and he enjoys it so much that when he actually comes it takes him by surprise and it’s the hardest he’s ever come. After he would have the cutest fucked out smile wanting nothing more than to just kiss you all over your face and return the favor.

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mindofharry · 3 years

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In which mafia!bucky had a hard day and you know just the thing to help.

mafia!bucky is here!! ahh!! i’m so obsessed with the mafia!bucky concept, i think it fits his character so well. smut, bucky having a hard day (and penis) and you being an absolute sweetheart! happy reading, loves <3

James buchanan barnes is having a hard day.

He’s having a hard day without you. You both met in high school when james, known to you as bucky, was just starting out and taking over his fathers ‘business’. You started off as the best of friends, but everyone knew that you were buckys, and buckys was yours. What you knew of the barnes family business, was that it was a restaurant and the oldest child in the family would take over. What you didn’t know until you and bucky started dating was that it was all a front. The restaurant is real, people in the family are employed as chefs and waiters. But bucky isn’t just the boss of the restaurant, he’s all the boss of a gang. The biggest gang in brooklyn.

Of course you were shocked, you had met just about every person in buckys family and none of them gave you a bad vibe. Looking back, you probably should’ve noticed. It was a shock, it did take you a couple of weeks to digest and get over. But you understood why bucky couldn’t tell you. Maybe you were too naive, but you loved bucky, and you were going to let him go over this. He was trained for this and you know he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You trust him with your life.

From then, you’ve both been inseparable. Everyone knew that you would be married in couple years, so you knowing about the family business didn’t bother them. And buckys parents had known you since you were a little girl, they trust you just as much as you trust them.

Bucky was in a meeting with his right hand man, steve rodgers. They had met a couple years back on a job and had basically been brothers ever since. Steve was in the business with his dad, but he wasn’t too interested in the drugs side of things. He liked business, he liked numbers and helping out, so when bucky found out he wanted out of his dads gang, he immediately offered him a job as manger of the restaurant. Steve would still have to take care of some seriously, illegal shit, but it was better than what he used to be doing.

The meeting was on opening another restaurant in another state, but bucky wasn’t too sold on the idea. Not only did he grow up here, you grew up here too. If he was moving locations, he’d have to move everything. And the only normalcy you have is your family.

And there’s way too many memories here. Bucky likes how close the two families are, and moving to a new state and having to start from scratch would make the restaurant lose its momentum.

Bucky and Steve both looked at each other, knowing the answer was no. But they had to sit in on the meeting as bucky didn’t want to start anything.

Although these men have a lot of respect for the brooklyn gang, they wouldn’t hesitate to shoot.

So bucky will sit here all day if it means both him and steve can leave alive and in one piece.

Buckys phone went off with a small ding, the other men didn’t seem to nice - even if they did, bucky still would’ve checked it. It was a text from you, he softly smiled seeing your name pop up on his screen. God, it had only been three hours but he missed you so much. You’re both each other’s soulmates, that’s what everyone says when they meet or see you both. Can’t keep your hands off each other, know everything about one and another, it’s a fresh of breath air for your side of the family as everyone you know is divorced or separated.

angel; missing you 🥺.

That simple text made bucky want to get up and leave the office and go back home to you. You both live in an apartment, just 15 minutes away from the restaurant and 20 minutes away from both of your parents. Your mother wouldn’t have it any other way. But even with a short 15 minute drive home, bucky would still get a ticket. He just can’t go long without seeing his baby. Usually you drop into the restaurant before and after work, there’s some new members, wives and husbands. You like to make them comfortable, like other people in the family treated you. You know how overwhelming everything can be, so you want everyone to know you’re there and ready to listen. And bucky likes having you around in the restaurants and offices. He likes having something nice to look at while working.

Steve hit his leg, making bucky clear his throat. The men had stopped talking and were waiting on answer. Bucky leaned back in his chair, dropping his phone back on the table.

“Steve and I will get back to on this. Great presentation fellas” Bucky said standing shaking their hands. Steve shook their hands too, just as eager as bucky to get out of this god for saken office and home to his partner.

They quickly rushed out of the office, body guards following them as they walked to the car. The drivers were in there already, bucky sighed remembering he hadn’t told the drivers they wouldn’t be needed.

“Lance, you can drive yourself home in the porsche. You’re not needed for the rest of the day” Bucky said waving him off and throwing the keys and the driver, lance. Lance nearly choked on air, but didn’t hesitate quickly walking off to the porsche.

Steve chuckled to himself getting in his car. “See you tomorrow, buck” Steve said waving as he drove off in his car.

Finally, peace and quiet. This day had been so hard and hectic. A busy day, was not unusual but usually bucky could handle it. Maybe everything was finally catching up with him. This morning started off great, morning sex and breakfast in bed. Then the phone rang and before you knew it bucky was out of the bed dressed and out the door. Traffic was exceptionally bad and he had ran out of gas just 10 minutes into the drive. So bucky got gas and had to stand outside as there was huge line coming out of the gas station, he didn’t know why and he was not going to ask. It’s started to pour rain so when he got into the office he was soaked and had to change. Then that boring, presentation had begun.

Bucky could feel the headache coming on already.

It was like you could sense bucky was having a hard day. You ordered some chinese and opened up a bottle of wine for dinner, then you opened up your victoria’s secret bag. You had bought this when you were out with one of your friends from work, wanda. She had recently just had twins, and needed to get out and have a girls day. You had offered to go out as you needed some new bits, so you made a day out of it. Went for lunch and shopped till you dropped. You had bought some lingerie, red buckys favourite colour on you. It was lacy and tight in just the right places. You felt amazing in it, so you thought today would be the best day to break it out and surprise your husband.

The drive home was the worst. The music was bad, buckys phone had died and the rain was really pouring down again. He needed you so badly.

Bucky just needed a taste of you and he’d been all good again.

You showered, shaved and did all the bits you wanted and needed to do. After putting the lingerie on, you changed into a black dress and then got the plates out for the chinese. It hadn’t arrived yet, but you didn’t want to be rushing around when know bucky is properly very hungry and tired.

Bucky was home soon enough and almost whimpered at the sight of the apartment complex. He parked in the garage, and ran to the elevator putting in the number to the floor of your shared apartment.

“Baby, i’m home” Bucky called out after opening up the front door. He could smell the take out and his stomach grumbled at the most devine smell. His favourite. He married the right woman. You always knew how to cheer him up.

He walked into the kitchen, putting his keys, phone and wallet on the counter. The dinner table was all done up, candles, special plates the whole nine. He grinned as heard you running down the hall. He looked over towards the kitchen door and there you were, his honey. You stood tall, in red heels and a short tight black dress that made your curves shine. Fuck, you looked so good. Bucky wanted to push everything off the table and fuck you right then and there. Bucky brought a hand to cover his mouth as he looked you up and down. You blushed and giggled placing you hands on your hips.

“You’re so beautiful” Bucky said, walking over to you and placing his hands on your hips. Bucky couldn’t get over you. Everything about you is beautiful, gorgeous even. He got so lucky. Gorgeous, smart, kind.

“James” You whined as he kissed down your lips. “Want to eat first, ok?” You said and bucky nodded with a smirk.

“Wanted to eat too” He murmured kissing behind your ear. You laughed pushing him away, and walking over to your seat at the dinner table. “Eat. Then we can do whatever you want” You said biting your lip and bucky sighed fixing himself, you were teasing. He kind of liked it though.

“How was your day?” You asked picking up your fork. Bucky sighed placing some food in his mouth.

“Better now i’m with you”

Dinner was slow, but good. Just what bucky needed, you, some food and a nice chat. But by the end of it he was getting antsy. He needed you, no he needed to be in you. You could tell because he was giving you those eyes. You smirked and brought the dishes over to the sink and placed them in there getting ready to clean up, bucky jumped out his seat and stood behind you, his hands on your hips and his boner pressing into you. You whimpered as buckys cheek made contact with the top of your head.

“Thought we could do whatever i wanted?” He asked, and you nodded turning around. “I did say that, didn’t i?” You said, your hands running up and down his chest.

“Well, i want you down on your knees. Naked”

You raised an eyebrow, before unbuttoning your dress, keeping eye contact with bucky. Bucky stepped back, watching the dress fall to the ground. His eyes widened as he saw the lingerie, your breasts pushed together and your curves extenuated. You’re so perfect, so beautiful. You blushed as buckys eyes ran over you, he bit his lip and placed a hand on your cheek softly caressing it. He didn’t speak, but you knew. You took off your heels and got to the ground, kneeling down. You unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants quickly, seeing the outline of his boner.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” Bucky muttered taking you hair into his hand, and putting it into a make shift pony tail.

Bucky looks down at you and moans at the sight, gripping your hair tighter as you grip the base of his cock. A throat moan escapes him as you wrap your hand around his member.

“Want my mouth?” You asked and he nodded quickly. “Please, baby. Need it so bad” He whimpered, pulling at your hair. You smiled, leaning in and placing your lips over the tip of his cock. Bucky moaned loudly, pushing into your mouth and gripping your hair tighter. He tasted so good and you never wanted to stop making him feel good. You grip his hips as bucky pushes more of his cock into your mouth, you moan as you feel him in the back of your throat. Your moan sends vibrations through buckys body, he moans in pleasure.

Bucky is a complete and utter mess looking down at you. You looked up, your eyes wide and full of tears as bucky fucked your mouth with no mercy.

You grip the base of his cock, knowing how that gets bucky worked up. Bucky pulled at your hair making you choke on his cock. If you needed to stop, you would tap his thigh twice, but you would never. His cock felt too good in your mouth.

“So good to me” He whimpered, making you speed your pace up a little more, edging him closer to his climax. This might be the quickest he’s ever cum. Your mouth is a like a gift from god, you could definitely say the same thing about his cock that’s for sure.

Buckys moans get louder and his pace gets slower and sloppier. You know he’s getting very close. You make eye contact with him one more time and that’s when he loses it, he wants to pull out and cum all over your face, but you grip his penis hard swallowing every last bit of his cum.

“Fuck me” He moaned his head rolling back. You licked your lips and kissed up his torso pecking his lips.

“My turn!”

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[CN] Gavin’s Divination Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 占卜之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released on 16 September 2021 ]

MC: Gavin, I’ve been way too unlucky recently! I fell down while riding a bicycle, the water supply was cut halfway during a shower, and last week, three flights were delayed by more than two hours within the span of three days... Sob sob, life is so difficult...

It’s a Saturday, and Gavin has come over to my house to kill time as usual. The moment we meet, I can’t help but wail about how I painstakingly got through the week.

As though he’s comforting a small animal, his palm gently covers the top my head.

Gavin: You’ve already told me these things.

He pulls me over to sit on the sofa, then leans over to look at my knee. Knowing his intentions and feeling afraid that he’s genuinely worried, I hurriedly wave my hands.

MC: Actually, it wasn’t a serious fall, and my skin didn’t tear. There were a few red cuts, but they're gone now.

Even after confirming the veracity of what I said, Gavin doesn’t straighten up. His fingers rub my knee, conveying his belated consolation.

After a while, he rests an arm on the sofa while turning his head towards me.

Gavin: Want to drink milk tea or eat cake? Didn’t you say that with these two things, even the worst of moods can be turned into the clearest of skies?

With this reminder, a location instantly flashes past my mind.

MC: Let’s drink coffee!

I reach for my phone on the coffee table. Tapping on my saved searches, I show Gavin a shop.

MC: This one - Witch Café. The name’s a little outdated, but it’s really popular recently. I’ve seen many people checking in on Moments.

MC: The manager of this shop knows divination, and the reviews mentioned that she’s really accurate...

MC: Also, if the results from the divination aren’t that great, she could help turn my fortune around.

MC: The shop sells lots of objects used for changing one’s fortune, such as crystal rings and bracelets.

MC: I think what I need most right now, aside from you... would be a change of fortune!

Gavin bursts into a laugh, then lifts his head to look at me.

Gavin: It’s my fault for not learning divination to change your fortune for the better. Otherwise, you’d only need me.

Gavin’s quick wit causes me to do a thumbs-up.

MC: Wow. Your logic... makes a little bit of sense.

He scrolls down my phone screen, taking a casual look at the café’s introduction.

Gavin: Mm, it looks really interesting and isn’t very far.

MC: It’s really nearby. It’s only a few kilometres away, and there definitely won’t be a traffic jam at his hour. But it’s the weekend, so I’m not sure if we’d need to queue.

Gavin takes my phone from my hand, then pushes me on the back gently.

Gavin: Get changed. I’ll give them a call to make a reservation.

I immediately get up, giving him a deliberately formal bow.

MC: Understood.

The internet-famous café is even more popular than I imagined. Although it isn’t time for afternoon tea yet, the shop is already fully packed.

Fortunately, we’re seated in a relatively quiet corner next to the window. However, we can still hear a few ladies from the neighbouring table fervently discussing the results of their divination.

I tug on Gavin’s sleeve from across the table.

MC: Gavin, you’ve never believed in such things, have you?

Gavin: Divination?

Gavin nods frankly, then suddenly chuckles.

Gavin: I initially wanted to say that I didn’t believe it. But I suddenly remembered that an Evolver who can predict the future is sitting right in front of me.

MC: ...that’s true?!

Realising this, I sink into a deep contemplation. Gavin reaches out to scratch the tip of my nose.

Gavin: I meant that as a joke. It’s impossible to meet a second Evolver with a precognition ability.

I glare at Gavin angrily. He shifts his gaze, looking at the manager who is currently talking to patrons.

Gavin: But she is an Evolver.

MC: Really?

I turn my head to look. The manager is wearing a black apron, and she’s bending down as she patiently explains the divination symbol to a patron, her smile warm and amiable.

She exudes an aura which makes whatever she says very believable.

Just as my anticipation is hooked, Gavin stifles it with his words.

Gavin: But it definitely isn’t related to precognition.

MC: I see...

When Gavin sees that my anticipation has dampened, he pushes a blueberry cake in front of me.

Gavin: Don’t feel disappointed yet. Divination has never needed to rely on Evol. You’ll know if it’s accurate after giving it a try.

He digs a small piece of cake with a spoon, then brings it over to me. Munching on it, my eyes widen as I look at him.

MC: Incredibly! Delicious!

The cake exceeded my expectations. Thinking that the coffee might be pretty good too, I quickly lift the cup of coffee from the table.

In the meantime, Gavin picks up the explanatory card the manager had just brought over, and starts reading from it.

Gavin: It says that once you’ve finished drinking the coffee, you have to press the bell to call for the manager. The manager will obtain the divination results after observing the shape of the coffee sediments.

Gavin: Before the divination, you could think of the contents of the divination first.

Gavin: If you have a ring or another token, you could prepare it beforehand. Place it at the bottom of the cup afterwards to increase the effectiveness.

After reading this, he rests his chin against his hand while chuckling softly.

Gavin: It’s almost the same as the tarot cards we tried the last time.

I take the explanatory card from him. Opening it up, I give it a sweeping glance.

MC: ...so it’s tasseography. I did research on it when we were playing with tarot cards the last time. Afterwards, I realised how complicated it is to interpret the divination results, so I gave up on learning it.

Finishing the rest of the coffee in one gulp, I press the copper bell at the corner of the table.

Upon hearing the bell, the manager looks up and shoots me a smile while washing a coffee cup. After wiping her hands, she walks over to us.

Manager: Are the both of you done with your coffee?

Seeing me nod in anticipation, she picks up the serving tray on the table, placing it next to the coffee cup.

Manager: May I know how I should address you?

MC: MC.

Manager: MC, lift the coffee cup and sway it gently while contemplating on your divination question. Once you’re done, place the cup upside down onto the tray.

I follow her instructions.

After a short while, she uncovers the cup, displaying the shape of the coffee sediments inside it.

Manager: Based on the results, you seem to have been going through a rough time lately, and your mood hasn’t been great. Is this correct?

MC: !!!

I immediately look at Gavin, thinking that this is far too accurate.

The manager seems to detect an affirmation from my expression. She sets down the coffee cup, then retrieves two wrapped chocolate cookies from her apron.

Manager: I made them this afternoon, and they’re for you. Based on the shape of the coffee sediments, although you might have experienced some rough moments recently, all the unhappy moments have already passed. Over the next few days, you’ll receive good news in succession, and you’ll be happier.

While saying this, she leans over, her slightly curled hair exuding a floral fragrance which refreshes the soul, causing me to be left in a mild daze.

Gavin suddenly speaks up.

Gavin: You’re using Evol.

The manager pauses in fright. For a moment, she’s at a loss, and has no choice but to bow slightly with her hands by her side.

Manager: I’m sorry, have I offended the both of you?

Seeing her frantic expression, I hurriedly shake my head.

MC: I-it’s fine... we don’t discriminate against Evolvers. And I’m sure you didn’t have malicious intentions.

The manager’s shoulders slump in resignation, admitting her “little magic” to us candidly.

Manager: ...I just wanted to send a flower into your memories.

MC: Send a flower?

Seeing that I didn’t understand what she meant, she explains patently.

Manager: Sorry, that’s a phrase I use in the shop.

Manager: Through tasseography, I can truly tell that you haven’t been in a good mood recently. But it’s very difficult to change your future fortune.

Manager: In order to lift the spirits of patrons who do divinations, I use my Evol to alter their memories slightly.

Manager: However, my Evol has its limits. The only thing I can do is add something small that’s worthwhile of happiness into their unhappy memories, such as a flower.

Manager: Are you willing to give it a try?

Considering how frank she is, I can’t find a reason to refuse. Furthermore, no incidents will occur with Gavin around.

MC: Mm...

The manager’s hand gently glides across me. Although I feel as though nothing happened, she signals that she’s done. Gavin stares at me curiously.

Gavin: Are there any changes to your memories?

I inexplicably recall the time when I fell off the bicycle, and images beginning from the moment I fell surface in my mind -

The path in front of me is tilted, and I can’t control my plummet towards my left side.

These images are exactly the same as what actually happened, but in the very last snippet -

In an unremarkable corner of the crosswalk, a blue wild flower sways along with the breeze.

MC: A flower? There’s really a flower!

For some reason, seeing this flower enveloped in sunlight causes my emotions to become much more composed, reducing the annoyance I felt about the fall.

The manager releases a joyful sigh, then continues her soft explanation on why she does such things.

Manager: People often have a deep impression of negative things, while happy moments are fleeting. Unhappy memories linger much longer in memories.

Manager: So I thought - if I could add an element of happiness into the unhappy memories of patrons, such as a flower, or a ray of sunlight...

Manager: Their unhappy memories may become a little brighter. On a subconscious level, their mood would naturally become better.

Manager: With a good mood to lift them up, they’d focus on the positive aspect of things the next time they face something else. That’s why they’d find that their fortunes have truly turned for the better.

After saying this, the manager looks at the both of us before apologising again softly.

Manager: Even though I use Evol on patrons, I don’t have malicious intentions. Could you be magnanimous and not report me?

I toss a glance at Gavin, hoping that the Captain would close an eye this time.

After pondering for a moment, Gavin nods calmly at the manager.

Gavin: I won’t report you, but don’t use Evol on patrons in the future.

He looks at me from the side, then reaches out to grab a tissue before wiping it gently against the corner of my lips. Lowering my head, I spot blueberry coloured cream on the white tissue.

Gavin: I believe that your coffee and snacks are enough to bring patrons happiness.

The manager grabs my hand in relief, thanking me repeatedly.

Manager: Thank you both for liking my coffee and cakes. I’ll give another present to the both of you.

By the time we leave the café, it’s still early. Gavin and I aren’t in a hurry to go back. Holding hands, we take a stroll beneath the shade of trees.

We can’t help but bring up what happened in the café earlier.

MC: It turns out that it’s so simple to change one’s mood. Adding an element of happiness into unhappy memories is enough.

Surrounded by the chirping of cicadas, even Gavin’s voice reveals a refreshing and carefree touch of summer.

Seeing his slightly sweat-damped fringe sticking to his temples, I retrieve a tissue from my bag and wipe it for him.

Gavin: I remember that you once mentioned that the secret to maintaining a happy life is to focus on the positive side of things.

While saying this, Gavin takes the tissue in my hand and stores it into his own pocket.

MC: Mm, that’s right! Actually, such forms of self comfort are pretty effective.

MC: Even though I fell while riding a bike, I told myself that it was fortunate that it wasn’t anything more than a fall.

MC: When the water supply was cut while I was showering, it only happened because I didn’t pay attention to the announcement by the property management...

MC: I’d just learn from this experience and check the announcement board more often.

MC: Also, the flights were delayed due to torrential rain. It was an objective reason, and nobody could have expected it.

MC: A lady from the airline company even gave me orange juice and a small gift.

Gavin chuckles leisurely, meeting my gaze from the corner of his eyes.

Gavin: Many things may not have happened according to how you wished over the short span of a week. Immersing yourself in the state of mind that everything wouldn’t go smoothly made you forget to look at the positive side of everything.

MC: Mm, but I can’t help it... Maintaining an optimistic outlook is really difficult. It’s inevitable to feel discouraged.

While saying this, I tighten my grip on his hand.

MC: But now, I know that if I face any unhappy moments in the future, I just have to search for a flower.

Gavin stops in his footsteps, lowering his eyes and giving me a smile.

Gavin: Have you thought of a new method to cheer yourself up?

I release a matter-of-fact “mm”. Pulling his collar, I give him a gentle peck on the chin.

MC: Whenever I face an unlucky incident, all I have to do is tell you immediately, and I’d immediately be comforted by you...

MC: That way, I’d no longer be unhappy.

Gavin is taken aback momentarily. Then, he smiles faintly while looking at me.

MC: Whether it’s a fall or a delayed flight... The moment I share these things with you, the moodiness in my heart vanishes like smoke. The reason why I specially complained to you today was just to play coy.

I draw closer to him, swinging our interlaced hands.

MC: In the café earlier, I didn’t take the crystal bracelet she offered to change my fortune for the better...

MC: I already have a bracelet which can bring me the greatest luck in the world.

I lower my head. Fragments of sunlight fall onto the ginkgo bracelet, refracting resplendent and exquisite faint light.

MC: This ginkgo leaf makes me happier than any other flower. No matter when, simply looking at it lifts my mood instantly.

Gavin doesn't release my hand. Instead, he pulls my hand to his back, bringing me into his arms gently.

The verdant trees and chirping of cicadas intertwine. The clean fragrance of shower gel from the side of his neck causes me to wrap my arms around him tightly.

Gavin: I knew that you were playing coy. Trivial matters have never influenced your mood. You’re always very good at comforting yourself and seeing the positive side of everything. But the bracelet alone isn’t enough. The next time you come looking for me, I’ll definitely do something that’d make you even happier.

After saying this, he can’t help but release a resigned chuckle.

Gavin: ...even though I haven’t thought of what I’d do.

I burst into a chuckle, then bury my head into his embrace completely.

Gavin: But there will definitely be things that I can do to add an element of happiness into your unhappy memories.

Dense green hues and shadows fall on his shoulders. Lifting my head, I see faint light riding the wind through crevices of large clouds in the faraway sky.

Leisurely and carefree ants pass by the slabstone road, winding around a fallen green leaf, and I can’t tell if they’re taking a stroll or scavenging for food.

Summer is flourishing, and this moment is incomparably tranquil.

My heart is filled to the brim with contentedness and happiness. Even my tone is relaxed and at ease.

MC: Gavin, you have to promise me one thing. If you’re unhappy about something in the future, you have to tell me about it immediately, okay? I can add many, many elements of happiness into your memories so that you wouldn’t even have half a second of unhappiness. I can guarantee that.

I lift my head to look at Gavin. With our close proximity, I can see his amber eyes reflecting large swathes of lush branches and leaves belonging exclusively to midsummer.

The gentleness flowing from these eyes aren’t stingy at all as they land on my face.

MC: We have to be the ever-fresh and blooming flowers in each of our memories, forever swaying in the wind.

Gavin releases a soft “okay”. He rests his chin on my shoulder, tightening his grip around my waist.

He murmurs at my ear.

Gavin: There’s no need for a guarantee. Your existence has always been the most brightly-coloured flower in my memories.

[ MOMENTS ]

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: In order to clear the existing stock in the fridge, it’s time to have supper!

Gavin: Pick between mala crayfish and barbecue?

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: Soda is always the best!

Gavin: Although that’s true, it’s best to drink fewer cold beverages.

Gavin’s Post: Different flavours of sodas seem to be really popular this summer.

MC: Pick between white peach and tangerine!

Gavin: I’ll pick the one you like less.

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