His mouth is so open. So wet. His tongue swipes over Steve's molars and his lips slide sideways, head tilting so he can lick even deeper.
"Yeah," Steve murmurs. His voice is muffled by the tongue in his mouth, by his tongue in Eddie's. "Yeah, like that."
Eddie smiles. Steve can taste his teeth.
He hugs Eddie tighter to him. Gets a fist in his soft curls. Eddie whines when he tugs them. Breathes hot and heavy right into Steve's mouth. Steve sucks his puffy lower lip, pulls so the skin stretches and clicks wetly back into place. He licks up the spit running down Eddie's chin, runs his tongue along the seam of his lips and grins when they part for him.
There's a pool of liquid collecting behind Eddie's bottom teeth. Steve luxuriates in it. Drinks when it all starts to drip down into his own mouth.
He's been so fucking thirsty.
"You ready?" Eddie asks. Their lips aren't the only wet thing between them.
Steve reaches down, pulls the meat of his ass to one side. He makes room. His hole leaks lube when Eddie takes his fingers out.
"I'm ready."
Eddie's breath is shaky between them. He's never fucked something before. Steve gets to have that from him, too.
"Oh my god," Eddie says. "You're so—"
He's got the tip of Eddie's cock inside him. He, Steve Harrington, is taking cock.
obviously blinking red light by @cuips-not-cute is freaknasty steddie pornography but all of the things i remember most clearly from its one hundred and eighty-three thousand words and counting are 1. the emotional beats and 2. the experiments. and like yeah omg they're so stupid i can't believe they figured out a way to have a kiss taboo while kissing etc etc but there's something really cool happening in there with regards to the idea of how an audience alters not only a person's actions but also their internal experience of those actions. how many people are being performed for? how many layers of performance are under that microscope? the metaphoric eye of the camera, but also the looming judge and jury, but also individual outsiders who receive only partial truths like nancy, but also, like. each other. plus each dumb boy's personal model of how he thinks the other must perceive him, which tells us more about the dumb boy with the model than the dumb boy being modeled in that moment. hall of mirrors ass kinky E rated fan fiction. you should read it.
Felt like did a lot but not really maybe. So i did Zoology chapter- 3,7,12 and botany revise of chap 1,2,4. Seems not much but it was all 10 hr work.but hopefully oneday i will be able to.finish this all in maybe in some less hrs😇.
Also turns out i have given 200 exams and got 1000 correct ans in my whole 2 yrs of college( online practice)
When I signed up for this mission, I just wanted to get away from everything.
I was sick of Rotfront, of school, of the photo store.
Sick of the fake smiles and the whispering behind people's backs.
When I saw the photo of that soldier, I wondered who she was.
Was she happy? Was her family proud of her? Did her comrades love her?
Since we looked alike, could I have been like her?
But in the end, I just wanted to leave.
Nothing I had done or made ever meant anything to anyone, so why bother?
Here, I am finally free.
I get to be by myself, and to do what I want.
I can finally be happy.
Cycle 648 Note
Talked some more to the Elster unit.
She's different from replikas I knew back home, nothing like my teachers or the Blockwart Protektor. I know she didn't have a choice, but it feels like she's also here because she didn't fit in. It's like we've run away from the world together.
At first, I didn't like having someone around, and I was glad that she's quiet and didn't approach me. But lately, I've missed having someone I can talk to. It's been so long since I've last seen another person.
I never thought I'd miss it. Except her, everything is the same in here, always.
Nothing ever changes.
"Ariane's Notes"
Running out of ochre paint. Elster laughed when I told her! Now I have to mix it myself - so annoying
I still haven't read a whole bunch of those manuals... I feel like they gave me enough to read for the rest of my life.
Most of them are boring technical manuals, anyway.
They could have given us more films to watch instead. Half of them are war films, which Elster doesn't like, and the other half are kitschy propaganda dramas.
Cycle 1294 Note
Had a strange dream. I was listening to the radio with my mother.
Like back then, the numbers were on, and mother was taking notes with a book on her lap.
It was that book I saw in the shop window of the bookstore where the twins lived, the one with a yellow hooded figure on the cover.
When I went there to buy it, it was gone, and Erika said the Protectors had confiscated it.
Or was it Isa? I can't remember...
Everything is always the same.
I feel like I'm trapped inside this ship.
I know every bolt on every panel in every room of it.
I've seen everything, I've done everything there is to do in here.
I can't concentrate on anything.
It's like there's this fog inside my head,
and whenever I try to do anything, I just can't focus.
I want to go outside, I want to breathe fresh air,
I want to feel wind on my face and in my hair.
I think I lost more hair.
I'm sitting here, getting older.
Every time I wake up, I feel older, weaker, sicker.
I get out of breath so easily lately, and my back hurts when I sit down.
How much longer will this go on? It feels like I'm just slowly dying...
Cycle X57X ("Smeared Diary Page")
░oke up from cryo ░▓░░ ░▓
in ░░pty mess hall. I was wondering
▒▒░▒▓░ Elster ▓s looking out ▓▒▒░ flight de▓
▒░▒░ like some ▒░▓░ lost in though▒
Sometimes I feel l░▓▒░▒░
is▒░ home▓▒
fanart interpretation by Apnoiac
Cycle 5XX9
I'm tired of it all.
Every time I go to sleep, I wonder if I'll wake up again.
I'm scared that it'll be the last time I said good night to her.
Did I say it right? Will she be okay?
What if one of us just won't wake up tomorrow?
I don't want to die,
I don't want to live anymore either.
Everything is just so exhausting.
I just want to lie down and disappear.
em algum nível, sei que minha ansiedade está enraizada no medo definitivo de estar perdendo alguma coisa. amo minha vida e não quero perdê-la, eu sinto demais, provavelmente penso demais, e quando você faz isso as coisas nem sempre são fáceis. quando você prefere sua própria companhia á dos outros, você se fecha em si mesmo, fica tão perdido em sua própria cabeça que parece que nunca encontrará a saída.
Só acho engraçado que quando eu falo o curso que eu quero todo mundo me olha como se eu tivesse dito que eu quero ser desempregada, passar fome, MAS tem 26,6 pessoas disputando UMA vaga comigo, tem 1001 filhos da puta que decidiram que querem ser desempregados vai tomar no cu
