A Higher Reign Royal AU. Amidst an escalating border conflict, the Oscana Alliance offers the gift of a wife to the youngest son of the powerful, Todoroki royal family. Although somewhat of an outcast, the young prince becomes enamored with his beautiful, young wife. But, there are secrets between them….
It’s Zistopia, in spaaaaacceeee!!!! Usernamesweretaken takes a familiar premise and uses it to create a unique story a long time in the future in a galaxy as close as you can get. Nick and Judy are spaceship commanders, all with their own crews to look after and their place in the upcoming conflict to figure out, something that will be tricky due to all sorts of conspiracies and strange powers popping up. With a lot of potential for where it may go, this is a fic to definitely keep an eye on.
Ever since Ellie found the dildo in her boyfriends apartment, sticking out like a sore thumb in an otherwise ordinary and in fact charming room, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. He acted as if it wasn’t even there, to the point of almost convincing her he hadn’t noticed it himself. Many times she had tried to ask about it but he avoided the subject with such skill, always distracting her from the topic of the clearly out of place toy in a man’s apartment.
She suspected a previous girlfriend had owned it and he refused to move it, or perhaps it was some kind of joke he shared with a friend and wouldn’t let anyone else in on. Yet those baseless suspicions remained all she had. Her curiosity grew and grew the more she visited his place and eventually he left for a work meeting while she was over, trusting her alone in his apartment and providing the opportunity to investigate.
She inspected the phallus from all angles, nothing was out of the ordinary. It seemed to be a regular toy one could buy cheaply from any sex shop and although she didn’t have one of her own she had often considered purchasing one, especially in times between relationships. She had gained no answers about its origins but from what she could see it was very clean-she wondered if it had ever been used before. There was no odour she could detect as she sniffed at it, feeling particularly weird with her face so close to the protruding pink penis she could practically lick it. A ridiculous thought. She pushed it out of her mind.
Still desperate for more information she reached out her hand and grasped the thick shaft of the dildo. It was somewhat stiff with some compressibility and could flex to an extend. An ordinary dildo. She knew it was weird to grab someone else’s dildo, and in fact pretty disgusting if it had been used, yet she didn’t let go. Pondering why someone would stick it to the floor right in the middle of the room she was having trouble understanding. Was it so that they would be on display? For a dirty webcam show maybe…surely it wasn’t convenient being on the floor like that, how would one even go about using it properly?
She thought to herself of possible positions to use the dildo but struggled to picture them properly in her head. In order to more accurately picture it she hovered her body over the dildo and attempted to get into the position she imagined using it in. Knees on the ground and hands in front of her for balance, she moved her waist down to the level of the dildo and looked at herself. Yes, this would work, actually it seemed a great position to take, mimicking her being on top and good for exercising her thighs.
Losing track of what she was doing she wondered when her boyfriend would return. Recently they had been taking things slow and it was actually his idea. She thought it was odd but agreed it would be a good way to prevent them from rushing into anything and endangering their relationship early on. Now she was starting to regret it as it had been far too long since she last had sex. She didn’t even know what he was like in bed but she suspected he was quite skilled as he had many girlfriends before her and was in great shape.
It was a while before she noticed that she was rubbing her pussy on the dildo through her pants and she blushed when she did. She didn’t stop though. She could tell she was growing wet from her musings and the mild stimulation of her horny humping. She had always wanted to see what using one of these toys felt like and thinking reasonably why would her boyfriend keep a used dildo in his apartment, that was disgusting! Surely this was a prank and the dildo had been bought and placed there to tease her. That was her best explanation and it led her to think that if he could tease her like that, she would play his game. She could use the dildo herself…yes, that would show him!
She stripped off her clothes entirely, only realising afterwards that it was somewhat unnecessary to take off her shirt and bra. Then she lowered herself onto the dildo and carefully slid it into her glistening pussy. It fit so well and she shivered as it went in, gripping the carpet with her fingers as she did. Once it had fully penetrated her she slowly began bouncing with increasing pace. Gradually she was bouncing faster, harder…moaning and screaming as she did so.
This was amazing! She couldn’t believe she had denied herself the joy of a toy like this her whole life. Every woman should have one of these. Her hips shook and ground themselves even more into the dildo as her bouncing continued relentlessly.
Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce…
That’s how he found her, bouncing and moaning in delirious ecstasy. Her hair was a mess and her face grinning and contorting as she came and came and kept on bouncing, juices coating the dildo and spraying the nearby carpet and rug. The smell of her wet sex permeated the air almost as much as her explicit moans. He smiled, his plan had worked. The shop hadn’t lied about the power of the dildo and he knew eventually curiosity would get the better of Ellie and she couldn’t resist trying it out. Now that she was completely open and ready he began telling her about her new duties, her new desires, her new life….
6. Blind Willie Johnson - Dark was the night, cold was the ground
7. Link Wray - American Sunset
8. Jack Durpree - Bad Blood
9. Elmer Bernstein - Taxi Driver
10. T- Bone Walker - Evil Hearted Woman
11. Link Wray - Rumble
12. Angelo Badalamenti - The Pink Room
13. Nina Simone - I put a spell on you
14. Tom Waits - How’s it gonna end
There are two lights in the bar when you walk in. One, a bare bulb, hangs over the bottles of liquor, the amber light refracted through plays on mirror behind the bar. The other, a floor lamp covered in red muslin cloth, is perched at the back of a stage as large as a household refrigerator on it’s side.
No one at the bar turns away from their drink to look, to study you, to notice the rain-slick gabardine coat, the mud covered wingtips. There is no talking. No music.
Every single one of them is smoking. The ceiling is swathed with light waves of wafted tar. Twenty years of exhales. A man at the end of the bar lights a match and slams an overturned shotglass over it, watches as the oxygen depletes and it snuffs itself out.
‘Anyone got a light?’ No one answers you.
You move past the bar and to a door that says, 'Knock.’ You don’t knock.
Her back is to you when you enter. She is studying herself in a make-up mirror, the light from the twelve overripe bulbs catches you by surprise after the dimness of before. The top half of her black dress is pulled down to her hips. A cigarette burns in an astray shaped like a maple leaf.
'I wasn’t expecting you. You know I’ve got to go on in two minutes.’ She uses an eyebrow pencil to give her upper lip a beauty mark.
'You’ve got something for me, no?'
She turns and without pulling the dress up crosses the room and embraces you.
She presses something into your hand, leans in and exhales a hard plume of smoke past your left ear.
'That should set us straight.’
'Nothing will.’
You leave, not wanting to see the show, and it’s not until you’re under the taxi’s backseat map light on the way home that you open your fist and realize that the ring isn’t the one she owed you. That you realize the ring is a fake.
you’re on some network looking at women and what they have to say about who knows what. but if i ask you why you’re quiet or not watching you’ll tell me something about wanting to be alone and
how
inside of your head, sometimes on your phone, you just get lost and let go and, really, you’re alone … and
