bakerstreet | The slowest burn is the most painful

[ When her experimenting shifts to actuall pumping with Intent, he feels himself flush deeper. Definitely stiffer. Definitely bigger. It makes him lose his head for a second. Before he's entirely sure of what his body is doing, he's kissing her. A deep kiss that seeks to steal her breath and his entire body just pushes her back until she's against the wall. A groan from the back of is throat is sealed into her mouth.

Not used to people touching his dick. DOWN BOY.

And if she lets this shit go on for long enough he'll even start to rut into her hand. A man starved for physical affection who is just.... getting a huge serving of it all at once. Later he'll think back to these moments and wonder how his mind could empty so seamlessly. One moment he's helping her, the next he's ready to fuck himself into her hand. ]

[ He corners her against the wall, and Rey's surprised noise gets swallowed into his mouth. The wall of the shower, though fine stonework in place of metal, is cold. And hard. And yet she's still happy to be pressed against it because his body is warm and bucking into hers like he's in heat. All he needs is a growl, and he'd be there.

She melts easily into the kiss, but it distracts the movements of her hand, and he has to pick up the slack with the insistent drive of his hips. But it's not long before he's hard enough that each thrust on his part, the head of his cock dragging against her palm, doesn't get her hand all the way to the base of his cock anymore.

Whining, she breaks the kiss, and her wide, hungry eyes look up at him with brazen desire as she pulls her hand away from him. ]

No. [ She tells him, taking his hand from the wall beside her shoulder and moving it to close around him. ] I'm just here to watch.

[ Now taking bets for how long THAT lasts. ]

[ Not as long as the most painful fucking foreplay of this entire FUCKING AU THAT IS FOR SURe. Not unless Hux just busted into their room right now--

no. I'm not gonna do it.

BET YOU WERE KINDA WORRIED THERE FOR A SECOND.

Right now, though? This is very primal. It's a feedback loop really, he's channeling into her emotions and desires, feels how her blood is pumping faster and there's that twang of want pulsing through her in reaction to his aggression. That. is noted for later.

And man. I don't think they can leave this shower. Cause like. Even once he's finished and they're done getting clean they're just gonna go at it again. They are both hopeless. Completely.

When she pulls away he's gazing down at her, eyes dark and focused entirely on her, his hair hanging down-- soaking wet and dripping and he feels aware of every splash of water as she urges his hand to take hold of himself. All he can give her is a soft noise of discontent because he liked her hand on his dick tyvm, but you know. This is his payment for having a lifetime award of knowing Rey of Jakku fucked her own fingers while moaning his name in his shower before he clearly conceptualized that MAYBE.

She was attracted to him.

He's gonna treasure that moment forever, Rey.

But he's never done this for show before, like it's never even been drawn out out even intimate with himself. Just a quick release when it's needed. An itch to scratch.

Now??

He keeps her caged in close to his body, pulling away just enough so he has enough room to move his hand freely, the other braced on the wall besides her head. He grips at the base of his cock, fingers wrapping around the girth as he starts a slow and steady pace. Once he's gotten a bit more speed, he runs his thumb over the head, spreading precum with the movement. His chest shudders with the action, a quiet noise spills past his lips and his eyes...

Well his eyes stay focused on her. This is her gift after all. ]

[ For a moment, the darkness in her eyes makes her think maybe he won't accept that answer. That piques some anxiety in her, but no, that's not quite the right word for it. Anticipation. She searches his face through the curtain of his messy, soaking hair until slowly, agonizingly, he pulls away enough to get his hand between them.

He doesn't let her move, though.

Her skin prickles even though the water raining over them is pleasantly hot. And despite her complaints, she's the one who finds herself wanting to touch him again. Explore him. Search out every nook and cranny of his body and find out where he found his pleasure and then drive him over the edge with it. She wants to consume him like he has consumed her.

But she doesn't. Instead, she flicks her gaze between the steady, punishing movements of his hand and the hungry look in his eyes. She wants to get him talking. She wants to get her name out of him, so— ] Have you done this before, thinking of me?

[ Wow. Way to ask him a kinda loaded question while he tugs himself off, Rey. Though he knows she doesn't mean it as such. She'd honestly probably be shocked at how little he took care of himself. But there's no good in vocalizing "I don't actually masturbate that much but its not about you, but weird abuse by dark lords who are not to be named rn". Oh well, it's not hard to be honest.

He works his hand along his cock faster now, lips slightly parted as his breaths come out in soft pants ]

Yesterday comes to mind.

[ What a dick answer Kylo. Even if your voice is now all low and gravely and rumbling through your chest. ]

[ She laughs.

It's probably not tonally appropriate, but she can't help it. The thought of him rutting helplessly into his hand to that thought of her. She'd heard the way her moans echoed around in his head. She shouldn't be surprised, but —

But she is. Perhaps because other than in that moment, he's so good at appearing impassive. It's a good answer, then, because it gives the impression that he must have just secretly been jerking it to her all this time and giving a good show of being unaffected.

Mostly, though, she just loves how he answers. Immediately, honestly, and with all the roughness of his strained efforts to reply while satisfying himself. Her eyes drink him in, appreciating the way his abdomen twitches as pleasure courses through him. ]

I like this.

[ She notes decisively, her hands finally reaching out to smooth over the slope of his chest. How many tags was that before she touched him again? Not enough. ]

Tell me how it feels, Ben.

[ Okay cool. You did it Kylo. And I mean honestly if it has been months since Crait- he has DEFINITELY jerked it off to her cause it's ~safe~ to do so now. Bye Snoke. No one misses you except for the fanboys who wanted to know more for some weird reason.

And honestly he loves her laugh. Like. Flat out adores it. He's hardly ever heard her laugh and it's his favorite thing in the world and by god if he wasn't rutting helplessly into his hand right now he'd be kissing her to claim that noise as his alone.

There's a slight twitch to his mouth that could be classified as a smile and he answers her command. ]

It-- would be better if you touched me more.

[ It's a struggle to get the words out smoothly and does this count as Ben Solo ASMR? ([heavy breathing] [wet noises] [shower sounds] 5 minutes, a lot less if Rey joins in ) ]

And told me what you want to do with me.

[ SAX NOISES ]

Edited (MY BROTHER PLAYS SAXOPHONE SHAME ON ME) 2018-05-10 02:36 (UTC)

Cheater.

[ She replies hoarsely because stars, that breathless smarm and lopsided smile get to her. But one of her hands lifts to touch the side of his face, exploring the bony prominences. ]

I had to come up with my own soundtrack, you know. Didn't even have an idea of what you're sound like. [ Her fingertips trail along his jaw to his neck. ] Oh, Ben, I wasn't even close to how good you sound.

[ That's not what he asked for, but she figures she can get a pass for the fact that she's talking about what she'd done to herself, about the fantasies she'd had about him. ]

I want to set you on that bench there and ride you until you can't think. Til all you can do is moan for me. You feel so good in me, Ben. I want to feel it again.

[ She sounds like an idiot, babbling like this, but watching his fist work over his cock has her just spouting whatever comes to mind and hoping it gets him to speed up, hoping it gets him to lose the powers of speech and finally moan her name like he'd promised. ]

[ She's going to break him, he thinks. She seems bottomless in her appetite for him. I mean, this is just the first night but he's starting to get a Picture here. But you know... all that doesn't compare to the way that small praise she gives to the sound of his voice. It's really confusing because it's not necessarily the sexual aspect that doesn't but the fact that he's being complimented.

Who would have thought, after years and years of being criticized or complimented with strings attached or only told of your potential with no appreciation for who you were in this moment, that maybe... just maybe.

He likes when people say nice things about him.

Don't tell anyone tho. That is propaganda being spread by the rebellion.

He can feel his cock twitching in his fist as he continues to rut into it, he's leaning into her touch, his thumb rubs at his head. ]

You want to hear your name, don't you?

[ DANGER ZONE REY. DANGER ZONE. You are in the splash zone and he is finding out that you like it when he is an asshole dom. ]

[ She licks her lips. Is that so wrong? To want to hear him groan her name again like he had there in the room, like he'd promised? Suddenly she feels like she's the one compromised and desperate, even though he's the one plunging towards another orgasm.

But … She realizes she has squeezed her thighs together to clamp down on her own need. Maybe he'd felt that too. ]

Yes.

[ Admitting it makes her feel small and young and sheepish. Like she should just be asking nicely. Maybe that's what he's looking for.

She wants something else too, though, and she realizes that if she lets him keep going too long, she might not get to. Which, granted, she has the rest of forever to get to it, but — She steadies her hands on his ribcage, then his hips, and she starts to sink down to her knees in front of him.

The shower sprays down on her like rain, striking right against her chest and neck and splashing off of his body onto her face from the way they're positioned. She tilts her head up to look at his face, then turns her attention to his hand on his cock. ]

Don't stop. [ She covers his hand with hers and leans in to kiss underneath it. His balls are blessedly clean right now — not sweaty and musky like they probably get. ] I just want a better seat.

[ He thought he had himself under control, and then she gets on her knees in front of him, presses her hand along his and kisses him and-- He's losing it quicker than he intended to. ]

Rey.

[ Request granted- It's harsh and huffing and he has to lean his head and body forward so the mop of curls is pressed into the stone wall. He's starting to unwind. It's painted all along the planes of his body. How his hips shudder and jerk almost on their own, how his stomach rolls, and in the way his lips are parted. ]

I-- [ It's almost impossible to catch his breath now. He opts for a shorter sentence. ] -- Your face, is it okay?

[ Out of context. An insult. In context. Are you prepared for face spunk, Rey? ]

[ Her face? For a moment she's confused, but the sharp lines that cut deep between his muscles provide all the context she needs — and if they didn't, the tension cranking across the bond would do it. He's almost undone, just by the sight of her settling down before him like this.

And frankly she doesn't have a lot of time to think about how she feels about it, but there's water right here to rinse it off if she decides against it. She doesn't think she will, though. When he'd marked her stomach, she'd — Well, just thinking about it had her cunt clenching with need. ]

It's okay. [ She leans in and murmurs this again as she presses an open-mouthed kiss to his balls again, then draws back to wait expectantly for — what? Having him cum in her face? It feels a little absurd now that she's just waiting here for it. ]

Come for me, Ben.

[ But what if he gets it in her eye or something? She'd seen how vigorously it had come out when he'd spilled his climax onto her abdomen. There's no way he has control over that.

So she closes her eyes and … well, she'd thought if he'd lasted, she would have liked to take over for him, to taste him, so she opens her mouth too. Some of the water spray hits her tongue. Her hands settle on his thighs, holding him there cautiously. ]

[ He feels the flicker of intention across her mind. The want to take him into her mouth and-- He's really disappointed that he can't hold out for it. Like the thought of just shovin' it in her mouth like an animal is there but that would certainly end poorly.

He needs space Viagra, and an unlimited supply of spunk at this point. Force be with him he's fairly sure they're gonna be fucking into the night tonight. He will find the will. The Dick Will To Be Touched. (they spend all night on the holonet figurin out how the fuck porn actors do that shit. Rey asks what a fluffer is, Kylo patiently explains it)

But there's no untipping over that edge, and he's sure if he stopped now he may burst into a thousand pieces. ]

Rey, please--

[ A choked out sob and he doesn't even know what exactly he's pleading for. He's just desperate and needy and by god now he's imagining what her tongue on the underside of his length would feel like, her lips passing over his head, the squeeze if her mouth and throat if he struck in her deeply.

You owe him a blow job, Rey. His mind is going to be stuck on that particular activity that he lost out on.

Especially since that vivid fantasy along with her sitting there with her mouth open finally causes his orgasm to crash through him like a storm. His moan is loud and crackling-- a harsh and sudden thing which reverberates through the walls. His hips jerk and he releases on to her face. Like. At least some of it hits her mouth, but there's no elegance or precision to it. Just Kylo Ren desperately tugging at his cock until he's completely spent, shivering and weak above her. ]

[ On the record, it definitely would have gone in her eye. Closing her eyes sucks because it meant missing the look on his face, but the sound of his voice is erotic all on its own, and so she can't feel too chagrined about it because it spared her having to explain to everyone how Kylo Ren blinded his wife with semen before they were even married.

He spills onto her face, thinner and less than last time, like maybe he's less pent up, but it's still a sudden burst, and some of it dribbles over her lips, onto her tongue. Her mouth shuts and her tongue darts out to clean her lips, savoring the musky, salty taste. She then reaches one hand up to wipe the rest off her cheek, away from her eyelid.

It's really just smearing around. She licks some of it off her palm. There's nothing for it. Hopefully he got a good look because she just has to lean back at that point and run her face under the spray of the water to rinse it so she can open her eyes again.

Luckily she catches the tail end of his debauched expression, the desperation in his flushed face, the wide pupils, the—

Wow. He really looks like she might ruin him. ]

[ His semen supply is less pent up, but his mind is now going crazy. He hadn't really indulged in many fantasies of the different things he could do to Rey, because they were just that. Fantasies. Things he shouldn't think of because he would never have them.

But then he finds out Rey wants him-- and then suddenly they are escalating to Super Go time. And then she wants to fuck him on that bench and suck him dry and he is now realizing every dirty thing he could do to her.

That combined with her little ping of want for aggression.

Yeah.

You're ruining him Rey.

And he fucking loves it.

His chest is heaving with the efforts of his labored breath. He can hardly think straight, it's like his mind is spinning. But there's Rey cleaning his cum off her face, tasting it like it's some sort of delicacy and--- He's just destroyed for anything.

He collapses to his knees and there's no patience in the way he pulls her towards hi for a kiss. It's sloppy and imprecise, he wastes no time in opening his mouth and pressing his tongue to the seam of her lips to try and taste himself on her. But it's so terribly earnest in how desperate it is. He wants her and all of this and that's all he cares about.

Honestly, it says something that his mind isn't cleared out this time around. It's like his libido is suddenly waking up and screaming:

THIS BOY HAS NOT USED ME SINCE HE WAS A YOUNG TEENAGE I AM FEELING NEGLECTED COME ON REY LETS REMEDY THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW ]

[ She's swept up in the kiss instantly, floored by his hunger and the fact that he's not boneless from climax. He'd been so wiped out before, on the bed, that she'd just thought — but his mouth crushes against hers and she parts her lips for him, surrendering a throaty moan into the hollow of his mouth. Salt sticks to her tongue, passed seamlessly between them, lingering because it hadn't been washed away with the rest.

Only when she needs to breathe does she draw out of the kiss, panting. ]

You liked getting to come on my face, didn't you? [ This accusation comes out rougher than she means it, and it's around this time Rey recognizes that something dark has woken up and is rumbling in her chest. ] Couldn't even wait for me to taste you. [ She kisses the side of his face, down his neck, but it's hungry and desperate, not soothing. In the gaping absence of his arousal to stimulate her, the ache of her own stands out more. It's a hollow throb between her thighs demanding fulfillment, but she doesn't know how to ask. So she keeps the focus on him. ] You sound so good when you come, Ben.

[ His dick is confused but willing. His body is just. Ready. Ready for this and her, to be all over her and take her. Press themselves together until there's not a single molecule between them. He's not normally much of a talker and right now words feel like jelly on his tongue. How does he begin to express what he wants from her? How much he needs her?

Don't you fucking say it right now Ben Solo. Goddamn. TOo close. ]

All of you-- [ A gasp as she presses her mouth to his pulse. ] I want all of you. [ It's practically moaned as his hand run along her skin. Slick and inviting, and in lieu of squeezing her tits-- which are hard to get at rn tbh-- he grabs at her ass and pulls her into his lap more.

That fucking all the time thing is sounding better by the minute. It doesn't feel as though there's enough time in the world for this. Especially given her pulsing desire and need for him and---

Fuck it.

He's pushing her down to lay on the tile floor. These two are fucking like animals right now, can't even find a proper surface. The maids are gonna have to use so much bleach. Just burn this room down now tbh.

And I'd like to say he does it gently, but he's kinda dommy about it. She's trying to keep the focus on him, but as ready as he is to go, his dick is still sensitive and he wants to make her unravel just as much as she had done with him.

Once she's on the ground (Sorry bench. You'll probably be used in about.... 6 tags or so), water falling along her body, extenuating the curve of breasts, the shape of her ribs and just-- everything, he'll run his hands along her skin. Sliding and squeezing and looking to draw out her reactions. He's tossed away his gentleness for the moment, and it becomes more obvious in the way he finally grabs at her thighs and legs and hefts them up on his shoulders. Pulling her towards him as the memory of her mouth pressed against his skin remains.

It's obvious by now what he's going to do. But what isn't obvious is the fact that there's no gentle or slow teasing this time. His mouth is on her in an instant, sucking at her folds and clit, lapping along her and kissing. He's shoving her to her peak. He wants her falling apart with him. ]

[ Let it never be said that he wasn't right the minute he said he could take whatever he wanted from her. Because the minute he announces his intentions, she's on her back on the shower floor with her hips lifted off the stone and pulled towards his mouth. Her head bumps a little too roughly against the stone in all the shuffle, but it's honestly a distant thought.

She reaches down for his hair but she can't get a good grip on account of how wet and tangled it is, and the lack of purchase only makes her more vulnerable to him like this. Somehow that's just the right situation to be in. She cries out in surprise when he closes his mouth over her, sudden and persistent in the way he drives his tongue into her heat.

This time there's no exploration. He'd cracked the code once already and now he was just recreating the same pattern at a more punishing rate.

She yelps his name, trying to find a way to hold onto him and failing when her hands slip shy of his shoulders, when his forearms don't provide leverage. Instead, she drops her hands to her sides, bracing herself on the tile as she widens her knees, opening her cunt wider for him so that every punishing stroke reaches more of her.

It's only then that she realizes just how hot it had made her to watch him. She could come like this, but—

She wants to answer his aggression in complement. ] Please, Ben. I'm so close; I'm right there. [ Creeping closer to the edge faster than she ever has, and all because of him. So she'll beg him for her orgasm — honestly, she's not sure if she wants him to give it to her or deny her, to savor the way she begs or to scold her and tell her to call him something else. She'd called him Kylo before when she was fucking herself in his shower, after all. ] Your fingers. I want you to fuck me.

[ Her want and need to be dominated and pushed and punished is ringing through him like a bell. What became a Note is now a driving force. He's wasting no time, one of his hands slipping along the curve of her ass to find her entrance and start pumping in relentlessly. And he know she wants to beg, it's pouring from every inch of her. But the decision to make her beg for release or be denied that and punished...

Well he can find a middle ground.

His mouth stops it's task suddenly, his finger still pumping into her at the same pace-- ]

Beg. [ There's that growl she had anticipated before. When this was still a handy. ] Beg for me to stop.

[ And that's probably a confusing command-- especially as his mouth descends upon her again. Hungrily tasting her like a man starved.

But you know. Once she does reach that climax and starts to shudder and shake, he's not stopping. He's actually gonna add another finger to the mix, pressing inside her and keeping his arm locked around her legs so she can't move an inch away from him.

Hope you like completely helpless scrambling on wet tile floors Rey. ]

Beg for …

[ Confusion furrows her brow, clearly struggling to pierce through the pleasure haze that grips her. But he pumps his finger in and she quickly forgets about that, because it presses against just the right spot to make her see stars again and she lets out a throaty moan, slipping flat onto her back and spreading herself wider for him, wordlessly demanding more, more, more.

And he gives it to her. He's brutal and persistent enough that it doesn't take long to drag her over that edge, Rey bucks and convulses as that familiar pleasure pours through her. On her own, it had always been short lived — she couldn't carry herself through it like Ben can, can't be overwhelmed and surrender to the satisfaction while continuing to mechanically feed it. Being able to let go, her climax feels fuller, somehow.

Except it keeps going, like it's still building, like she's still growing more sensitive. She yelps and thrashes and tries to squirm away and bangs a few bony angles on the stonework in the process before she finally understands his meaning, then out comes — ]

I can't. It feels so good, but I can't. It's too much. It's too— [ She can't catch her breath. It's like her very lungs are tightening and convulsing with the rest of her, mimicking the pulse that squeezes her cunt around his fingers, holding him there in perfect paradox to the way she pleas and squirms. ] Ben, please. [ Tears sting the corners of her eyes, but covered in the shower spray like this, she can't actually be sure if any fall. A moan cuts through her pleas, guttural and coarse. ] Please, stop. I can't take it. I can't — Please, Ben.

[ Her pleasure surges through him as if it were his own and-- in the back of his mind he's not sure how either one of them are going to function properly tomorrow. Rey could possibly get away with a lighter load (If only for the fact she is not actually his wife yet), but she'll want to be involved in the goings ons. Maybe they both just need to be dragged around in royal litters.

Also, of course he's not listening or heeding her pleas, the sight of her scrambling and moaning helplessly on the bathroom tiles because of his touch is actually getting his dick back in the game, and he's probably gonna keep this memory tucked away in "I am finding out my kinks" file. He kisses her cunt then, exchanging the harsh sucking and pressing of his tongue for the slow languid movement of his lips. His fingers dig into her thighs and keep her pressed tight against his face, he doesn't think he can get enough of her.

Two fingers becomes three- his pumping slows, but he flexes inside of her, stretching her out and seeking to prolong what she's feeling. Make her come apart at the seams right here in the shower.

In this way it's kinda like revenge :) for jilling off in his shower :))) and then loudly moaning his name :))))) and then telling him it meant nothing :)))))))) Here u go rey. Have some super intense oral for your first time :))))))) ]

[ Some part of her expected him to immediately surrender at the sound of her cries — like tapping out in wrestling, he'd take the hint and immediately the act would crumble away and they would both be sated and drunk on the floor of the shower together. Instead, he adds another finger, and Rey feels like she's going to come apart.

No, she's already coming apart. She can't even appreciate the relief that he slows his pace because she's still held right there, hanging over the edge, falling endlessly while he splits her open. ]

No, no, please. [ She's definitely crying now, wrung out, overwhelmed, dazed and frayed and still shaking apart. Her body feels so raw, so awake, that everything is too much. The curling twitch of his fingers against her inner walls makes her whole body shudder and buck. ] Ben, I can't.

[ A few moments pass before she can gather more will, more wherewithal to do anything but squirm and plead and whens he does, her thrashes become more purposeful. She pulls her leg back so she can plant her heel on his shoulder to get leverage between them, but by then it's too late and she's — somehow, impossibly — tipping over into another rush of orgasm. As her body tenses, she pushes him back with her heel, kicking him away from her. There's no gentleness, but that's not anger in her. Just overwhelmed dizzy satisfaction as she reaches a place she didn't think she could get. ]

[ She breaks apart like waves cresting against a cliff. Beautiful, raw, and honest. Doesn’t even mind the kicking, her struggling is turning him on more. So this is all good. Really good. But once that second orgasm (??????) hits, he backs off mouth moving away from her to kiss at her thighs while he slowly draws his fingers from her cunt.

She’s laid out so broken and gorgeous across the tile, he almost feels it would be a shame to move her— but his need for her touch is more pressing. So he pulls her legs from his shoulders and then leans forward to gather her up into his arms and pressing kisses to her cheeks and the corner of her mouth. A soft apology and only not directly kissing her in case she’s too overwhelmed. Feel free to kill him. Plz. ]

[ Her struggling doesn't get her far, even her thrashing and kicking doesn't, but ultimately Ben accepts what this communicates to him more than what her words have, what her tears have. She lays on the tile, chest heaving with the effort of her breath, red-faced and body numb, cunt clenching around his fingers to drag him back in even as she pushes him out, and she stares up into a face full of such admiration that she doesn't know what to do with it.

How could anyone love her this much?

This bring on a fresh stream of tears, but they are obscured by the water raining down. The sob, however, is not. It comes out as he gathers her in his arms, as she curls against him, pulling him in and clinging to him like a child who's finally found her home.

Her arms wrap around his shoulders and when he kisses the corner of her mouth, she turns her face to drag him into a fuller, more deliberate kiss that's open mouthed and loose and hungry and slow-moving because while she's just so spent, that hasn't stopped her from needing to feel close to him, needing the intimacy of their kiss. ]

[ She deepens the kiss and he melts into it-- the invitation to explore and learn her is welcomed eagerly and he could just sit here in their still running shower and kiss her for hours. His fingers draw mindless patterns in her skin and the bond is blown wide open and he can feel how boneless and weak and overwhelmed she is. He tries to provide security and stability in response, it's the least he can do.

He pulls away to murmur softly. Catching his breath and breathing her in ] Now we're even.

[ WHAT A DICK. ]

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how did u know the song of my people, sung by my husband

I mean. Elsa liked talking dirty too so it's just a good song to have on hand

this is fair

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Priorities when i get to my connecting gate in chicago: tagging smut

honestly relatable

TAGS WHILE TAXI-ING

HAVE A SAFE FLIGHT

MY FLIGHT WAS SAFE BUT NOW I AM IN INDIANA SO IDK SEEMS LIKE A DOWNGRADE TBH