#Advantages and Limitations of PERT

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Queen - Mikasa

Kinktober masterlist

Warnings: 18+, smut, facesitting, oral sex, fluff, pet names

A/n: Day 26: Facesitting! My first aot fic is a Mikasa wlw extravaganza ... Nature is healing.

Word count: 979

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“C’mon.” You tapped Mikasa’s naked thigh in encouragement. “Just ride me.”

She looked away, seemingly to conceal her blush. “Give me a second.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just …” She fidgeted. “I don’t want to hurt you is all.”

You clicked your tongue on the roof of your mouth. You looped a hand around her neck to bring her closer, your breath painting her lips as you said, “This isn’t my first rodeo, Mikasa.” You pecked her on the lips. “Hurt me. Hurt me.”

Mikasa rolled her eyes but began to fall back all the same. 

“C’mon.” You kissed her plump lips before trailing down her chin, jaw, beginning to attack her throat. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste your pussy this way. Just let me …”

“Okay.” On cue, Mikasa spread her legs wide. 

You felt them come apart as you made your way down the valley of her breasts, taking advantage of the position to flick and suck at her pert nipples. You kissed the underside of her tits, reveled in Mikasa’s twitch as your lips grazed one of her ribs. You swiped and circled in the dip of her navel. 

“You’re — You’re stalling.” You took the tremble in her voice as a compliment. 

“Savoring,” You corrected, voice gentle as you kiss your lover’s abs. Your lips brushed against Mikasa’s slight pubes before swiping your tongue out at the onset of her slit. You licked your own lips as you ease her lips open, her clit in sight.

“Please …”

“God, I love you like this.” One hand propped up your chin while you swept a finger pad over her clit — tap, tap, tap — to watch her shiver. You’ve played this game with her before. You stared eagle-eyed at her pussy, knowing soon her lips would start to glisten. She would whine and her legs, trapping you in her middle, would squirm. And all for you. “All obedient and begging.” You lifted her clitoral hood to further expose your prize, leaning down to suck the nub, and relished Mikasa’s cry above you. “Y’know, I was just talking to Eren last night about —“

Mikasa stopped you with a hand behind your head, pressing you into her cunt. “I don’t want to talk about Eren right now.”

“What?” You teased, Mikasa’s juices coating your tongue. “I’m just saying —”

A blink and Mikasa was out from beneath you. You read her face and the room and took her place on the bed, knowing better to aggravate your queen beyond her limit, especially when you haven’t yet satiated her desires. Mikasa waited for your head to hit the pillow before she mounted your face, sufficiently muffling your snickering. 

“Do something purposeful with that mouth,” Mikasa droned, though the blush bridging her cheeks gave her away. 

A jolt of pleasure shot through you to know you were affecting her. You trailed hands up her thighs before they could press into her hips. Mikasa’s lips parted as your lips circled her clit and gave it a purposeful suck. 

“Ahh …” Mikasa moans mingled with the suction sounds emitting from your lips. She began rocking into your mouth, riding your face as you released and reclaimed her clit.

You tapped her side. “Harder, Mikasa, my love, c’mon …”

Mikasa’s eyes were closed as she rode your face, and for a second you weren’t sure if she even heard you — until she thrust into your mouth. Your eyes rolled into your head; the motion had released a new globe of juice into your mouth. 

“Fu — Fuck …!” Mikasa’s hands rested on either side of your head as your tongue wandered, stroking her lips, lapping into her hole. 

You moaned into her cunt, reinforced the heavenly sounds she was already making. You had half a mind to try to sneak a hand to your own cunt and jerk yourself off to her cries — so shrill and girlish, god, and only you got to see her like this? But you resisted; you wanted this to be about her.

Especially since Mikasa’s composure was evaporating by the second. With her eyes squeezed tight and face running over with red, she tribbed into your face, her clit knocking into the hilt of your nose when not accosted by your mouth. You yanked her by her hips and shoved her clit into your mouth. 

“Oh — Oh!” Mikasa began to squirm.

Right on time. “Are you close, my queen?” You breathed out.

“Yes!”

You asked but didn’t need to; Mikasa’s trembling, her cries, only increasing in volume, told you everything you needed to know. You snaked hands up the planes of her refined chest to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples with your thumbs.

Mikasa cried out, drenching your tongue with her juices. She lurched forward, bangs curtaining her face. You took the responsibility of holding her as she rode out her climax on your pruning lips.

“Mmm …” She opened her eyes and you saw tears pebbled in their corners. 

I love her so much. Mikasa scanned the upper half of your face wordlessly. Seemingly coming to her senses, she removed herself, and you lamented the relieving pressure. After this little experiment, you were sure you could live the rest of your life with Mikasa above you. Your eyes fluttered as she maneuvered to the side of the bed. 

You turned to her. “C’mere,” You said, cajoling her with fingers petting her forearm.

You licked the remnants of Mikasa from your lips, partly out of desperation, partly to give yourself something to do as she situated herself at your side.

She swatted you a faint smile. 

You giggled. “What?”

She eyed you. Realization dawned on you.

“Eren?” You giggled harder. “You’re still mad —?” 

“Don’t bring up other people when we’re doing this,” she said.

You snuggled into her neck and she let you, knowing full well other people stood for Eren. “Roger.”

[vyvienne]

Updated RP Profile

Name: Vyvienne Damora

Name meaning: From the Latin word for life or alive.

Nicknames: Vyv, CIA with Magic

Age: Unknown, Gestimated around early thirties

How old s/he appears: By how she acts? Fourties, or older.

Birthdate: Unknown

Zodiac: Unknown but by her actions? Virgo.

Nationality/Race: Sin’dorei (formerly Human, under an enchantment)

Eyes: Kerry Green

Hair: Golden Blonde

Skin: Porcelain

Body type: Slim, curves in the right places

Height/weight: 5' 0", 110ish lbs

Facial details: Heart shaped face, pert nose with a slightly upturned tip, full lips, cat like eyes.

Features/marks: None

Health: Healthy

Sexuality: Straight

Gender: Female, Feminine She/Her

Physical limitations: None

Physical advantages: Physically Vyv has little advantage over others. Mentally would be a different story.

Clothing/accessories: Custom tailored outfits; nothing gaudy. Soft colors, showing nobility but not greed.

Mother: Grace Mercer (Damora?), Deceased

Father:  Baron Eramis Damora, Lord of Autumnvale (Assumed Deceased)

Siblings: None that are known

Close friends: Falrith, Hamtaru

Nemeses: Eramis Damora

Significant other: None. Vyv is a widow.

Other relevant people: Thorne, Elineda

Liked or disliked?: Relative

Schooling: Well educated, both though the Church of Light and on her own. Athletics: Enough to stay in good health.  

Hobbies: Gardening, Reading, Observation, Magical discussion

Skilled at: Reading people, Magic, Noting how things come together, being silent Unskilled at: Making friends

Trait s/he wishes s/he had: Compassion

Temperament: Spellbinding, Frightening

Attitude: Observant, Cavalier about life      

Quirks: Vyv has a soft spot for orphans

Priorities: Safety first! Vyv will do almost anything to ensure her own safety.

Philosophy: Leaving someone alive today is asking for a potential problem tomorrow.

Good habits: Caring for the poor, the needy and the orphans in whatever area Vyv lives in.

Bad habits: Having little to no loyalty to any cause other than her own. She knows no faction, country or King.

Positive traits: Once Vyv actually is loyal nothing can break it other than betrayal

Negative traits: Little value for life that isn't connected to her own

Weaknesses: Hard hearted to the emotional needs of others making it hard to connect and make friends (this exclusion of feelings from her decisions has often lead to misunderstandings with people), doesn't understand the need or desire to save people or 'do good things' just because it's the right thing to do.

Strengths: Tenacious, magically gifted, analytical, diplomatic in many situations which creates the ability to benefit where others may not, immense amount of patience when the situation warrents

Fears/phobias: Never truly being safe, or being able to keep those she cares for safe.

Secrets: Vyv ensured she is the only remaining member (and heir) of the Damora family by doing away with the remaining two members after she was legitimized by her aunt.

Regrets: In some ways, Vyv regrets not living the life she started out living. A sister of the Light, someone who has faith in something larger than herself and finds comfort in that thing.

Calmed by: In general, doing things that make Vyv feel safe and in control. Knowledge is power.

Most at ease when: At home

Ill at ease when: In the middle of large groups of people, unable to watch them all.

Soft spot: Children, animals

In a crisis: Decisive, In charge

Under pressure: Vyv shines, her natural abilities come out.

In awkward social situations: Vyv would either try to smooth them or use whatever situation to her advantage.

Can s/he keep a secret?: Yes.

Independent or needy?: Independent.

Thoughts on others/People are inherently?: weak, untrustworthy and easily manipulated.

Day or night?: Night.

Pessimist or optimist?: Pessimist

Big picture or small details?: Small details lead to the big picture.

Important events in life: The most shaping was mid-teens, when Vyv discovered a child being murdered by a cult. It was this event that led to her leaving the cloister, as it was a fellow sister that had delivered the orphaned child over.

Short-term goals/hopes: Currently she wants to kill her father.

Long-term goals/hopes: Nothing I’m willing to put here right now.

How s/he feels about self: Right now Vyv isn’t quite herself. She recently was widowed and suffered the death of her only child. This has made her deeply disturbed and she is working to purge herself of the emotions she feels about what happened.

Drink: Bourbon/Milk (not together, you heathen)

Color: Blue/Orange

Animals: All animals

Chores: Gardening/Cooking

Season: Spring/Winter

Expletives: Vyv rarely uses curse words. If she does, things are very wrong. She does sometimes say Blood and Damnation!

Favorite Type of RP: Espionage/intrigue/criminal RP are the areas I find most appealing. I also enjoy social/open community RP.

Triggers: RP involving large amounts of screaming or quarreling for extended periods are a definite no to me. 

Things I Will Not RP: Sexual content with children.

RP Strong Points:   Adaptable from descriptive multi=para to concise replies; respectful of others story arcs, history and the time involved to create them. OOC communication friendly and generally willing to work with whomever involved to make the best experience possible.

RP Weak Points: In open/social RP I tend to get lost in the messages, try to read them all and often end up with slow response time.

Would They Be Known:  If you run in less savory circles you may have seen her face but you probably would not know her name.

Personality: Calm, cunning, determined, charismatic, resourceful, patient, diplomatic -   In most cases has the ability to read people well and offer them what they need thereby gaining loyalty from those around her.

Tattoos/Piercings: Pierced ears.

First Appearances: She is always dressed in clothes befitting a woman of her station. She is well groomed, clean, hair in place, her clothing is pressed. The only time you would not see her this way might be after an involved healing. She has a tendency to rip hems from clothing to wipe wounds before she heals or create makeshift bandages if people refuse Light healing.

What To Expect: Each interaction with Vyvienne is different based upon who she is meeting. When meeting her, Vyvienne will almost always act like a lady, use manners, smile and be polite. You will rarely, if ever, hear her say a curse word. She abhors rudeness but even rude people will often be greeted with politeness if it suits her purpose. She is a social chameleon and can blend into a situation if she needs to. She might choose not to, but she can. She's suspicious and untrusting. One noteworthy mention – she cannot be intimidated. She has no fear of magic, no fear of violence and no fear of threats. When she walks into a room she knows she belongs there and cannot be convinced otherwise until she makes the choice to go. 

Favorite Type of RP: Do I have to pick one? I do all sorts of RP, ranging from random meetings in a tavern to plot-drive adventures and character development scenes. If it’s RP, I’m probably down for it.

Triggers: OOC drama over IC interactions. This is make-believe fun time. Let’s keep it that way. 

Things I Will Not RP: Case-by-case. Mature content is fine, but there’s limits to what I find acceptable. I’ll speak up if it ever reaches that point.

RP Strong Points: I’m adaptable to all types of RP, from short, rapid-fire bursts to multi-para descriptive. Flexible in all sorts of IC situations, accommodating to other people’s stories, and a fast typer. I like to think I’m a good character writer too. :P

RP Weak Points: I tend to get caught up on the little details when I’m typing, especially in multi-para situations. I have a difficult time keeping up with many players at once.

[nexgencomposites]

Exploring the Superiority of Multilayer Composite Pipe Construction for Future Proof Your Plumbing

Introduction

The plumbing solution’s inventiveness is important in ensuring the existence of products for extended periods and also making them run effectively and sustainability is achieved. Moving into the future, it appears that the needs of plumbing systems are also changing, and that is why the best approach is to use the newest materials and methods of construction.

Among the innovative solutions that have surfaced to address these problems is the multilayer composite pipe construction which is among the examples that have been invented. In this article, we will deal with the question of multiple-layer pipes’ superiority and will analyze their advantages, applications, and the leading Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India that began this practice.

Understanding Multilayer Composite Pipe Construction

Multilayer composite pipes comprise layers of various components and have an outrageous usefulness that superimposes the favorable circumstances of each material. Usually, the pipes are made of different layers with each of them being responsible for the particular property.

In the core, you will usually find a thermoplastic substance such as PEX (cross-linked PE) and PERT (PE of high-temperature resistance), which excel at corrosion and smooth flow resistance. Along with the middle layer is an aluminum shell, which serves to provide strength and stiffness, and at the same time acts as an oxygen barrier needed in applications such as the radiator floor heating systems.

The last layer is made of an additional type of thermoplastic material that reinforces the surface by resisting environmental factors and mechanical stress.

Benefits of Multilayer Composite Pipe Construction

Durability: MLC pipes are purposefully constructed to resist even high pressure and temperature without sacrificing the pipe structure which is a necessity. One can see that this long-term durability ensures minimal maintenance costs and maximum reliability in the long run.

Flexibility: In opposition to solid pipelines, multi-layer composite pipes are flexible which creates an opportunity for their installation which is difficult in confined spaces and various lines. This design provides the material with a high degree of flexibility and limits the need for fittings and joints, thus reducing the chances of leakage, and, consequently, increasing the system performance.

Corrosion Resistance: The inner thermoplastic sheet of multilayer composite pipes supplies very good corrosion properties, thereby enabling the distribution of clean water efficiently and rapidly. Such corrosion resistance prolongs the lives of these pipes and helps preserve water quality, being necessary for residential and commercial functions on the other hand.

Thermal Efficiency: The aluminum layer in multilayer composite pipes is an efficient heating element and contributes to the rapid transformation of heat and minimal loss of energy. This high thermal efficiency not only improves the heating systems’ operational efficiency but also gives a boost to energy conservancy and global environmental sustainability.

Versatility:Multilayered composite pipes are parallelly used in different types of plumbing systems like water distribution, heating, cooling, and gas supply. Their versatility is that they opt for modern construction projects that are integrative.

Applications of Multilayer Composite Pipe Construction

Multilayer composite pipes are revolutionizing plumbing systems across diverse applications

Residential Plumbing: Addressing many aspects of water usage: supplying suitable water for drinking, heating, and cooling; multilayer composite pipes are the perfect option for residential plumbing issues. Their resilience, versatility, and inability to be corroded by chemicals even if homes are tiny or large are the guarantees of reliable performance.

Commercial Buildings: In cases of large-scale commercial buildings like offices, hotels, and hospitals, multilayer glass fiber pipes facilitate high-grade reliability and efficiency, which are a basic need, to cater to high‐demand plumbing applications. The fact that they survive extreme usage and can cover multi-layered floor plans is why we cannot do without them in commercial construction projects.

Industrial Applications: Industries need systems of good water condition for their operations, and multilayer composite pipes compete with flexibility, corrosion resistance, and heat insulation. How it is conducted, be it reckoned with the addressing of chemicals, gases, or process fluids, these pipes still give an undoubted solution for industrial plumbing.

Leading Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India

In the landscape of plumbing solutions, one company stands out for its commitment to innovation and quality: The Potential of Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India. Over the years, Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India, which boasts of a stellar reputation built on the experience of unmatched quality, has shown the present-day outstanding in manufacturing and providing multilayer composite pipes to domestic and foreign markets.

Multilayer Composite Pipe Machine

Our Multilayer Composite Pipe Machine is the brightest point of our company’s innovation in pipe production. Technological-wise advanced devices are employed in the production process as a means of producing quality and durable pipes. By making residential pipe plumbing systems as well as industrial applications multilayer composite pipes, the Multilayer Composite Pipe Machine established itself as an uncontested leader in the industry.

Multilayer Composite Pipe Company Name

NexgenPipe: one of the leaders in the Multi-Layer Composite Pipe industry, is the one who solves the engineering problems in plumbing by offering a diverse range of solutions. The principle of quality and sustainability is our main principle for producing long-lasting, cost-saving piping systems for residents, businesses, and industries. Trust in NexgenPipe to receive high-level quality plumbing products that will resist future changes.

FAQs on Multilayer Composite Pipe Company

What sets Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India apart from competitors?

The Multilayer Composite Pipe Company stands out from the crowd in India through having research and development as its core, thus in its products being technically up to date with the latest innovations. Furthermore, the strict quality control measures and the dedication of the company to its customers contribute to its reputation of unparalleled performance.

Are Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India’s products environmentally friendly?

Indeed, Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India gives priority to sustainable production by employing eco-friendly materials and eco-oriented methods. The company designs its goods to be as durable and perform as well as possible while leaving less of an environmental impact.

What support does Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India offer to its customers?

MCPS India, a Multilayer Composite Pipe Company, offers complete service including technical support, installation instructions, and after-sale service. Using a professional and experienced team, the company guarantees that the customers are supported during the process of the project.

Nexgen Composite Industries Leading the Way

Nexgen Composite Industries, being a part of Multilayer Composite Pipe Company in India, is one of the most innovative and excellent companies in the field of plumbing industry.

Tailoring a wide array of advanced products and maintaining the highest standards in quality, Nexgen Composite Industries keeps writing new stories of what can be done in the plumbing solutions industry.

With its groundbreaking work in  multilayer composite pipe construction, Nexgen Composite Industries is spearheading the future of plumbing, one innovation at a time.

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Program Evaluation and Review Technique (PERT)

Program Evaluation and Review Technique (PERT) : Developing an estimate for a project is a complex task. If the project is large and has many stakeholders, things can be more complex. Complex projects involve a series of actions, some of that should be performed in sequence and others that can be performed simultaneously with other activities. This collection of succession and parallel tasks can…

[saxxxology]

Keep it Cool (oneshot)

The air conditioning in the bunker goes out, and Sam’s choice of cool clothing is nothing but a distraction to you. 

PAIRING: Sam Winchester x Native American!Reader WARNINGS: smut and all the deliciousness that comes with it NOTE: This fic was originally co-written with @kittenofdoomage​. It is also 18+ only. Do not save or repost my work without my consent.

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The air conditioning in the bunker sucked. Being underground, the place usually stayed colder, enough that in the winter you had to get the heater working, but for some reason, the summer heat had infected every single room. All you could do was put on deodorant, get the fans going, and stock up on ice water.

Dean was good at staying cool, proudly displaying his glorious bowlegs as he ambled around in just a pair of boxers and a tee shirt. Sam, on the other hand, had a much more interesting alternative to staying cool.

Walking around shirtless in just a ratty pair of gray sweatpants was his way of keeping the heat off, which did absolutely nothing to help your own temperature regulation. 

You were in the kitchen, trying to fix yet another a fan you’d found in the basement and wearing nothing but a baggy tee shirt and cotton panties when Sam strolled in, those damn sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He was sweating like a pig, and you watched as he grabbed a bottle of ice water from the fridge and tilted his head back to down almost half of it in four long, deep gulps. He poured the rest over the back of his neck and shoulders, not caring as it splattered to the concrete floor.

“How in the hell can you exercise in this?” You asked, watching as the wind from the fan already on the table blew his hair back. “It’s almost ninety in here, Sam.”

“Gotta keep in shape,” he replied simply, “routine is everything.”

“Routine can go fuck itself when it’s this hot,” you returned. “You could get heatstroke.”

He shrugged and pulled the waistband of his sweats up, which did nothing as they simply sagged back down around the V in his hips. “I know my limits,” he said. “What are you up to?”

“Trying to fix this fan,” you muttered irritably, trying to ignore the way the muscles in his back flexed as he pulled a hairband from around his wrist and swept his long, coppery locks into a knot on top of his head. “Got all the dust out of it, now I just have to get it working.”

“Need help?” He ran a palm over the four-day stubble on his jaw. “I got time on my hands.”

You swallowed thickly and shook your head. The last thing you needed was Sam distracting you. “No thanks… it won’t take long.”

Sam offered a kind smile that was quickly betrayed by the twinkle in his eye. “‘Kay then. Call me if you need anything.”

An hour later and you still hadn’t got the damn thing to work. Sam wandered back into the kitchen as you—still not wearing any pants—called it names. He smirked at your indignation with the technology and leaned on the table once again, those powerful biceps now only a foot away from your face.

“You sure you don’t need help?”

The fan had you in a mood already, and Sam’s playful little smirk just rubbed you the wrong way. “Fuck you,” you mumbled, glaring at the failed project on the table.

Sam rolled his shoulders and shifted his weight, just enough that you could see the thick length of his dick hidden beneath the thin, gray fabric of his sweats. He was all sweaty and shiny and perfect; you could smell the musk seeping from every pore. 

“Well, I said I’d help,” he replied and your back went straight. “You look like you could relax a little.”

It seemed like all of the oxygen went out of the room as you turned to him, taking in the lewd smirk on his face. He was looking at you with lidded eyes, giving them the impression of total blackness and a shiver ran down your spine, pooling into your core with an unbearable heat. He’d never been like this in all the years you’d known him; the sweet, soft-eyed Sam you knew was gone within seconds, replaced by a feral, lust-filled man that was this close to fucking you silly.

You inhaled sharply, trying not to let him get the better of you. Sure, a good, dirty fuck sounded incredible, especially with a man like Sam, but the two of you were supposed to be just friends...

He shifted and you swallowed, lifting you head when he stood straight. God, he managed to make the room look smaller when he stood his full height, all flexing muscles and tanned skin.

“When do you get time to sunbathe?” you blurted out, nerves forcing your brain into the wrong gear entirely.

Sam chuckled, shaking his head and pushing his hair out of his eyes. “That’s where you went with that?”

“Sorry.” Your cheeks burned out of pure shame as you stood up and walked to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. “It’s just… you’re really tanned and it’s distracting.”

“Am I?” He looked down at his bare chest, purposefully rolling his shoulders to show off the wide, muscular expanse of his chest, and you moaned without restraint. Sam was smirking again when he looked up, eyeing you hungrily. “You’re really tense, Y/N,” he murmured, stepping a little bit closer.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Sam?” you asked, horrified at how girly and wispy your voice sounded.

Sam laughed, backing you against the table, only inches separating you. “Is it working?”

You shivered as the heat of his skin filled the space between your bodies. His scent was intoxicating, the sweet, honey-like perfume clouding every breath you took until you were literally breathing Sam in. You whined, almost stomping your foot at how infuriatingly seductive this God of a man was.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, “yeah, it is.”

His fingers grazed your cheek, and just like that you were gone. You stretched up, practically begging him to kiss you, and he obliged without hesitation. His lips were full and warm, and his stubble was delightfully scratchy. His hands promptly slid down your back to grab handfuls of your ass, and you gasped when he pulled you flush against him. The thick line of his cock pressed against your belly, held back only by the thin fabric of his sweats. His index fingers slid down between your thighs, pressing against the damp fabric covering your pussy. 

“You’re so wet,” he breathed, “could just slide right up inside you, huh?” An indiscernible sound left your mouth. Grinning wickedly, Sam took your hand, guiding it to his cock, and you squeezed through the cloth, feeling him twitch in your fingertips. “Come here, baby girl.”

You gasped as he hauled you off the floor and slung you easily over his shoulder. Long strides carried you swiftly down the hallway, reaching his room in no time at all, and the second the door was locked he dumped you on the bed, crawling on top of you and watching your thighs press together in an effort to seek relief. He took advantage of your positioning to hood his fingers in your panties, pulling them down and tossing them off the edge of the bed. You eagerly stripped off your shirt, feeling cool air from the single fan on the nightstand wash over your sweat-dotted skin, and Sam growled at the sight of your pert nipples, practically begging to be sucked on.

“Sam, please,” you whimpered, reaching for him.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, “not yet. I want you to see what I’ve been doing while I think about you.”

You moaned when he rolled to lie on his back beside you, slowly pushing his sweats down until his cock sprang free. He was huge, the tip almost reaching his navel, and if anything, your pussy only grew wetter thinking about what he’d look like stretching your walls out.

“Fuck,” you breathed, reaching out to try and touch him. Sam took your hand and guided it down between your own legs. 

“If you need to touch something, touch yourself,” he directed with a dark smirk. “Hands off until I say so.”

You obeyed, watching him grip the base of his dick in one hand while massaging the shaft with the other, long up-and-down strokes causing the muscles in his forearm to flex deliciously. He let out a sharp huff and groaned, his lips parted as his back arched off the bed. “Shit,” he panted, turning his head to kiss you, “touch yourself, baby, show me how needy you are.”

Again, you obeyed, rolling your clit under your middle and index fingers as Sam stroked himself. A bread of clear precum dripped from his slit, falling in a thin, clear strand down to land on the smooth skin of his lower belly. He pumped himself harder, spreading his legs and bending his knees so he could thrust up into his grip.

“I bet your pussy’s better than this,” he muttered, chest heaving with exertion, “look at what you do to me, baby, you’re such a fuckin’ turn-on.”

You moaned louder, keeping your fingers working on your clit as Sam bucked his hips up. “Sam…”

“Lemme taste you,” he said breathlessly, reaching for your hand and pulling it from between your legs. He greedily sucked your fingers between his lips and sighed, sliding his tongue across the slick pads of your fingers, moaning at the taste. “God,” he gasped once he’d gotten as much as he could, “come here.”

Sam hauled you into his lap, arranging your legs on either side of his hips. His cock pressed at your entrance, and without even a consideration of birth control, you rolled your hips, letting the thick, warm head of him slide inside. 

A gutteral shout left his lips, and you felt him throb excitedly as you sank down even more. Sam pressed his shaking fingers into your waist, holding you as you started to ride… or tried to. You’d never ridden anyone so long, so thick, and you found that it was more difficult to keep him inside you than you thought as your inner muscles clenched and pushed around him. He made it easier by holding his cock at your entrance as you adjusted, your arousal aiding you as you slid down even more until you could practically feel him in your belly, but even then, he was just so big.

“Thatta girl,” he urged, staring up at you. His bun had come partially undone, and strands of hair were stick to his forehead and neck, the combination of that with his scruff utterly mouthwatering. He craned his neck up, wrapping his lips around one pert little nipple, and you cried out as his teeth scraped the soft flesh of your breast.

“Sam, I can’t,” you shook your head, inhaling sharply when he throbbed again, “you’re too big, you need to—”

Your words choked off into a loud scream as Sam wrapped his arms around you, pulled you down until he was crushing you against his chest, and started thrusting madly into you. The thick, heavy heat of him repeatedly punching into your cunt was more than you could handle, and your next breath was ragged with pleasure. Sam held you tightly as you writhed against him, his own growls and grunts matching yours in volume and intensity.

“That’s it,” he snarled, “that’s it, baby, take it all.”

He rolled, pushing you onto your back and holding himself over you. The angle of his cock changed, and you felt him slam into your sweet spot. Tears bloomed in your eyes, and Sam only chuckled between breathy groans as you held onto him for dear life.

“S-Sam,” you stammered, “fuck, I can’t take it—”

“Yeah, you can.” He pressed a sloppy, scratchy kiss to the side of your neck and tugged your hair, exposing your throat for him to lick and suck at.

The next cry of his name turned into a rough sob, and when his teeth caught the soft skin under your chin, you almost lost control. Sam only thrust faster, pressing his knees into the mattress in order to shove his entire weight forward. Your bodies were coated with sweat, and as a rush of heat bloomed between your thighs, you realized that he was making you squirt. He felt the rush of liquid, the sudden, frantic spasming of your pussy, and his forearm came up, landing on the mattress over your shoulder and caging you in underneath him. 

“God, that’s fuckin’ nice,” he panted, staring down at you as his bony hips continued to slap against yours, “always thought you’d be a cute squirter.”

You shuddered and arched up, your breasts and stomach rubbing against Sam’s hot, firm skin. Your nails dug into his arms, and you cried out again when he gave another sharp thrust, forcing more slick to gush from your wrecked pussy.

“Yeah, look at that,” Sam nibbled at your jaw and resumed his brutal, animalistic pace, not caring as you clawed at his back and clenched your thighs around his waist. “Such a needy little cunt.”

You whimpered when he reached up to grab the headboard, his cock now impossibly deep inside you as he used the heavy wood as leverage. “Sam, p-please—”

“Please what?” He growled into your ear and practically crushed you beneath him, using his entire body to hold you down while he fucked you. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

You choked on your next words as he shoved his cock in deep and held himself there. “I n-need to come…”

Sam smirked down at you, watching as your eyes rolled back in your head. He was so deep inside you he could feel your cervix against the tip of his cock. “Oh, baby, you don’t need to ask permission.”

He growled into your ear, the primal sound sending a bolt of arousal straight down to your core. His hips jerked as he steadily worked himself back to his rhythm, and you held onto his arms, your vision going white.

“Gonna come,” you gasped, “gonna come, Sam…”

Your mouth opened in a silent scream as your orgasm slammed into you, only made more intense by the second as Sam twisted his hips, grinding his body into yours so perfectly you felt like you were melting around him. You might as well have been; the room was already sweltering.

You were barely able to think straight as you came down from your climax. Sam was grunting like an animal, his hips bucking furiously as his cock swelled, throbbed, and poured into you. His cum dripped around the edges of his cock, sliding down the curve of your ass to pool underneath you. 

No man you’d ever been with had come that much.

Finally, he fell away with a groan, his cock slipping from your folds. You felt the warm rush of his cum inside you and moaned at the feeling of it dripping out. Sam’s chest was heaving with exertion, and you heard him clear his throat.

“You okay?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah… yeah, I’m good.”

“Good.” He swallowed. “So… that happened.”

You laughed at his sudden awkwardness. “It did. It was good.”

He looked at you. “It was?”

“You made me squirt,” you said, blushing. “I made a mess.”

“Uh, more like we made a mess,” Sam corrected you, rolling onto his side and looking down at the mess between your legs. “I’m gonna need new sheets.”

You giggled and ran your fingers over the scruff on his jaw. “And I’m gonna need an ice bath.”

Sam chuckled and trailed his lips over your jaw. “I might join you on that one.”

You were just about to deepen the kiss when a fist pounded on the door. In the minutes of your frantic coupling, you’d forgotten about the other inhabitant of the bunker. 

“If you don’t mind,” Dean called grumpily, “you could keep it down next time!”

“Sorry!” You called back, grinning nevertheless as Sam slid an arm around your waist and pulled you close. 

“You’re not sorry at all,” he teased, nuzzling your jaw with the tip of his perfect, pointy nose.

You shook your head and laughed as he kissed your neck. “Nope. Not one bit.”

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I'd love to see a smutty short story where Arthur meets a sexy reader!farmgirl who seduces him in a barn – and if it's not off-limits, I'd really like to see the story where reader!farmgirl has a twin sister who is equally infatuated with luring Arthur into a threeway.

Alright, this got WAY out of hand and ended up being almost 6000 words, and I hope it was what you are wanting. I had a lot of fun writing it and lordt the whole scenario had me fanning myself.

CW: vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, anal fingering

CW: minor incest (twins kissing)

I have also posted it on AO3 if you would rather read it there, just click the title below

Gracious Hospitality

             Things were usually terribly boring at White Stag Ranch. You woke in the morning, mucked the barn, bathed and brushed the horses, put out sweet feed for the mares and hay for all the other livestock. You cleaned the water barrels and kept up all the records for breeding and put in orders for more leather, or oats, or whatever the ranch needed. It could be a drag. That was, until you had found a man at the far end of the ranch, injured and unconscious. You had drug him back to the big house, his wounds leaving dark stains on your horse’s hindquarters.

             The stranger was tall and handsome. He had a bold, almost-too-large-for-his-face nose that ended in a slightly upturned point with a crease just at the end of it, a unique, austere feature that would have stood out on its own were it not for his eyes. In the dull light of the lantern, they looked green, but as you pried one open to get a better look, you realized it was a deep azure blue with a pupil ringed all in gold. His hair was golden brown, almost blonde and his stubble matched it.

             “Get him up on the table,” your sister said clinically, checking for injuries aside from the obvious – the bloody gunshot in his side and the welt atop his head. Someone had shot at this man, and hit him to boot. No telling why, though the two guns on his hips were a strong hint that he was a man up to mischief. Your eyes glittered up at your sister.

             “He’s handsome,” you observed. She let out a little chuckle.

             “I think there are a few more important things to focus on at the moment, Y/N,” she admonished. She fancied herself a doctor with all those books she read on binding wounds and curing ailments. “Hand me that cloth, would you?” You did so obediently, running a hand through his soft hair.

             “He’s clean too,” you pointed out. Your sister put her ear to his chest, listening to his heart, his lungs.

             “What are you suggesting?” she teased you. Before you could respond, your boss, the ranch owner Mr. Hull, flung the door wide.

             “What in the hell is going on in here?” he demanded.

             “Found an injured man. Gonna patch him up,” your sister responded innocently. You mimicked her look, though you had more lustful thoughts regarding the stranger.

             “Looks like an outlaw,” Mr. Hull murmured darkly.

             “He needs help,” your sister insisted.

             “Fine,” he griped. “But once he’s up and on his feet, he can work or he can leave. Period.”

————

             Turned out the stranger was willing to work. You watched as he wiped his brow with his black bandana, taking a deep breath and ladling water from the bucket to his plush pink lips. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, smacking his lips and giving a satisfied sigh before dumping another ladle-full of water over his head, letting the water dampen down his hair, running down his neck and over his shoulders, sticking his wet shirt to his body tightly. You swallowed as well, ignoring the fresh wave of lust that settled over you. You had things to do, stables to muck, horses to bathe.

             But that man…Arthur Morgan…he incited a kind of want in you that you were unable to control.

             He was young, perhaps in his late twenties, and he carried himself with an air of someone who was willing to take things that were not willingly offered. He had confidence in his gait and his mannerisms, his big hands things of beauty on gates and ropes and shovels as he worked, the light greenish blue veins along the backs of them tracing a line of life over firm muscle and bone. But his eyes…his eyes were full of sadness. Loneliness. You wanted to lighten his load, make him feel wanted, but he was, above all else, a man of few words, disinterested in your company, or the company of your sister for that matter.

             Morgan kept to himself, all quiet stoicism and friendly, though few words.

             “Ma’am,” he’d say in the morning, tipping his hat to you. Often it would be the only word you’d get out of him all day. You weren’t sure how long he’d be staying, but Mr. Hull seemed determined to make him pay for his bandages and your sister’s work keeping him alive with hard labor. He tamed horses, and he was damned good at it too, all gentle words and soft motions. It made you melt as you watched him.

             “I would climb that man like a tree,” your sister commented, walking up and handing you a tin cup of steaming coffee. You burst out laughing.

             “[Sister’s name]! You can’t just say things like that!”

             “Watch me,” she giggled. “Just look at that ass. Those thighs. He surely does fill out a pair of jeans.”

             “We’ve got chores to do,” you commented, though you whole-heartedly agreed with your twin sister’s assessment.

             “You know,” she murmured, “I haven’t been able to get him alone. He’s kind of a prude, I think.” You snorted.

             “A prude? That man? Please. He carries himself like a prize stud horse.” Your sister cackled.

             “Maybe if one of us can’t stoke his interest…?” she let her sentence fade alluringly and you grinned.

             “Are…are you suggesting?”

             “Look, I’m just saying I’m bored. And that’s a fine looking man. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it before,” she teased you, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “Two sisters taking advantage of a man.” You tilted your head to the side, meeting her eye with a little smile.

             “You’re too much.” She quirked a brow.

             “If you’re not interested, I guess you’ll just be left out of the fun,” she taunted. You pulled away and put your hands on your hips.

             “Alright then. We’ll wager on it. Five dollars says I can convince him to bed me first.”

             “Ten says I can,” she raised you. You considered for a moment. A month’s wages, very nearly. You extended your hand.

             “You’ve got a deal.” She grinned.

             “Good, finally something other than chores to think about.” You parted ways, you heading to the barn, her to the cookhouse. You both made little attempts to win his attention. Small flirtations at first, but you grew bolder and bolder. Much as your sister may be willing to suggest lewd and lascivious activities, it was you who was truly willing to up the ante to make those activities happen. You made a habit of letting the top button of your shirt “accidentally” come unfastened around Morgan, made a point of bending down to pick things up so that he could get a good look at your pert backside, at your hips and legs. You would let your hair flow down around your face and shake it out, meeting his eyes as you gathered it back up and slung it back into a bun, your lips slightly parted, him staring for a moment before looking swiftly away. He was frustratingly one-minded, you found.

             Morgan was already hard at work today, a full three months since he had come here, and a full two weeks since you’d made the bet with your sister. He brought a new filly into the round pen, plying her with carrots and peppermints. You watched from one of the stall windows, ignoring the bay gelding that was nibbling at your sleeve. Morgan had stripped down to just his jeans, his chest and its soft golden-brown hair gleaming in the sun. It was a hot day and he didn’t know you were in the barn. He was awfully modest for a man, careful to keep himself concealed and fully clothed if he knew you were around. But today the top of his green union suit was tied at the sleeves around his waist, exposing the soft, pale skin of his torso and shoulders. He had shucked his gun belt and his hunting knife and his cotton suspenders were the only thing on the upper half of his body, aside from his hat. Not that he needed the suspenders, you thought appreciatively. That fine ass and those thick thighs of his did that job just fine.

             “Easy, girl, you’re okay,” he assured the mare, and for a moment you allowed yourself to close your eyes and imagine his words spoken close to your ear. “Easy, easy now, go slow,” he prodded the mare as she trotted around the round pen by a halter and a long lunge line. He didn’t need a whip, he just slapped his hand against his thigh, giving a soft kissing noise with his lips. “That’a girl, keep at it. That’s good, real good. Easy, easy. Sloooooow now, eeeaasy.” Absentmindedly, you imagined his lips against your ear, his hand raking through your hair, those words spilling from him as you rode him, your arms draped over those wide shoulders… “Woah, girl, easy now!” There was more urgency in his tone now, and the cadence of hoofprints increased.

             Your eyes snapped open when you heard a loud whinny and a grunt. The filly had spooked and knocked Morgan on his ass, clipping around the pen and leaping over the fence with an impressive vertical leap before she took off toward the back corner of the pasture.

             “Goddammit,” he mumbled, picking up his hat and jamming it back on his head with a swift, angry motion.

             “You alright, cowboy?” you called, laugher in your voice. His head snapped up and his gaze met yours. He went crimson and plucked his hat back off his head, using it to cover the vast majority of his chest, one of his pink nipples just peeking out from beneath the wide brim. Your gaze slithered over him, want filling you. It had been a good long while since you’d had a roll in the hay. Good, hard working men were rare around these parts, and there was the matter of that wager.

             “Ain’t a cowboy, ma’am,” he said, his tone a bit venomous. He was clearly embarrassed. “I don’t wrangle cattle. I train horses. Sometimes.”

             “Now, now,” you assured him, letting your tone slip into something sultry and suggestive. “I imagine you could wrangle anything you wanted if you asked nice.” Morgan’s gaze flicked back up to meet yours once more. He assessed you, taking in your soft cotton shirt, your flowing pants that looked nearly like a skirt when you were standing still. His lips twisted.

             “Don’t let me keep you from your work, ma’am.”

             “Hard to come by a man who thinks his talents will keep me busy all afternoon,” you teased, raising a brow. Morgan sucked in a surprised breath at that. Taking a different, less direct tack, you jerked your head toward the inside of the barn. “I’ve got a pitcher of lemonade made up in the tack room if you want to take a break. Mr. Hull’s out and my sister… well, she’s off somewhere.”

             “You’re Y/N, right? Or are you [Sister’s name]?” You rolled your eyes.

             “We’re twins, but we don’t look that much alike,” you groaned. He grinned and you could tell he was toying with you, giving as good as he had gotten. Morgan stepped forward, a little smirk staying painted onto his handsome features. He leaned on the gate of the stable you were in, resting his arms across it with an easy motion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a smashed, half-burned cigarette, relighting it with a match struck on the sole of his boot. He took a drag and gazed at you with an air of someone who was deciding on a thing. “Mr. Morgan,” you said softly, leaning forward so he could get a good look at your cleavage down your shirt, “did you want some of that lemonade or not?”

             “I reckon I’d like a taste,” he murmured.

             “Just a taste, Mr. Morgan?” He grinned, showing teeth and your heart fluttered in your chest.

             “Arthur,” he acquiesced. “And no. I’d drink the whole pitcher if you’d let me.”

             “Hmm,” you hummed. “Why don’t you follow me inside, get out of that sun?” He did so and you saw a hungry look cross his features. This might be easier than you had thought. He was staying out in the bunkhouse with several other men, all burly, ugly brutes who were more likely to be rude to you than to try to seduce you. Arthur though, he was a man you wouldn’t mind tasting your lemonade, you thought with a little smirk. Arthur himself probably didn’t get much in the way of alone time, surrounded at night by a dozen other men…

             You led him to the tack room and, true to your word, you offered him a tin cup full of lemonade. He drank it greedily, wiping his mouth on his bandana, which he had pulled from his back pocket. His eyes met yours, a question there.

             “Miss Y/N?” He asked. You’d been staring. That stubble. Those scars. Those eyes. You knew next to nothing about him, but you were infatuated with him.

             “You have the most beautiful eyes, Mr. Morgan, er, Arthur,” you correctly, twirling a strand of hair around your finger with a coy motion. “Has anyone ever told you that?” He blushed in favor of answering and drained his cup, the tips of his ears staying crimson. You poured more lemonade into his cup and then pulled a small flask from your pocket.

             “Might make the day a bit easier to abide,” you suggested, tipping a small amount into your own cup. He chuckled.

             “You’re quite a character, aren’t you?” Arthur commented, seeming both surprised and amused. He also looked a little uncomfortable. Was he a prude, as your sister had said? Or was he just holding himself back out of some personal code of honor?

             “I do try,” you assured him, shaking the flask tauntingly. He tipped his cup to accept some and you poured liberally into it. He knocked back the entirety of it and looked not the bit worse for the wear. Clearly you did not have enough alcohol for this method to be an effective means of seducing the stubborn man. You decided honesty was the better part of valor. Already he had spoken more to you than he had the entire time he had been here. “You’re hard to read, Arthur. You show up here, wounded, but no explanation to me or anyone else as to what happened to you. You work hard, but you don’t chat with the men more than you have to, and you’ve hardly spoken to me, or my sister, for that matter.”

             “I’m just tryin’ to pay off my debt so I can get back to my business,” he told you frankly, his tone firm.

             “Hmm.” You eyed him up and down, finally sidling up close to him, tucking a stray lock of hair back behind his ear. You met his uncertain gaze as he leaned subtly away from you. “Just because you’re alone doesn’t mean you have to be lonely, Arthur. I wouldn’t mind some company in my bunk sometime.” His eyebrows rose in shock.

             “Ma’am, I, it wouldn’t, you shouldn’t, we, I,” he spluttered, turning beet red and you laughed softly.

             “Don’t work yourself into a state, Arthur. Not all little ladies need a husband and a household before they’re willing to bed a man. It’s boring here. And you’re handsome and you look lonely. I don’t bite. Hard,” you added with a smirk. He stared at you for a long moment.

             “Reckon I oughta get back to work,” he insisted, his broad shoulders stiff as he walked away. Disappointed, you scowled and got back to work yourself.

—————–

             It was rare you went into the barn after dark, but there was a mare very near to foaling, so you grabbed a lantern and pulled on your robe over your clean pajamas. It wouldn’t take you long to check the mare.

             “Headed to check on Flicker?” your sister asked you, knowing you were looking forward to having another foal to work with.

             “Yeah, she hasn’t been eating much today,” you answered. “I think she might foal tonight or maybe tomorrow.”

             “I’ll come with you,” she said, “I’m all done with my work here.”

             “Alright,” you agreed. The two of you made your way to the barn in your pajamas and robes and you pulled the door open. Stepping inside, you tripped suddenly over a thick pair of legs, nearly dropping the lantern as you went down, your hand landing solidly in someone’s gut. There was a soft “oof!” and then a curse. You handed the lantern to your sister, who hung it quickly so the two of you could determine who this person was and if they were a threat.

             It was Arthur.

             You laid there for a moment on the ground, your palm still on his warm belly and your torso halfway across his legs.

             “Mr. Morgan,” you greeted, surprised. He was lying on his bedroll on the ground. There was a large blanket beneath it, leaving a wide space protected from sand and hay. His belongings were all stacked there, from his boots to his satchel, as though he was prepared to escape at any time. Arthur was, you realized as you assessed the scene, wearing nothing but his union suit and some wool socks. He looked deeply embarrassed and started to scramble away.

             “What on earth are you doing out here?” your sister asked him. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

             “Don’t much like bein’ caught in a building with a bunch of other folk. I prefer to sleep here, with the horses.” You grinned.

             “I knew I liked you, Arthur.” He stared at you for a long moment, and you suddenly leaned up to plant a chaste kiss on his lips, pulling away to gauge his reaction. You smelled whiskey on his breath, but he wasn’t drunk. He was, at best, buzzed, and it seemed to relax him. His hand went to your hip, but it pushed against it instead of pulling it toward him.

             “Miss Y/N,” he slurred slightly, “this ain’t proper.” His hand was trembling on your hip.” You looked over your shoulder to your sister and winked. She smirked, nodding in agreement at your obvious intentions and dropped her robe from her shoulders. Arthur’s eyes had gone wide when you looked back to him.

             “It’s about to get even less proper, Arthur,” you promised him, running a hand up his thigh to the bulge hanging low beneath his legs. Behind you, you heard your sister slide the barn door closed and bolt it. She joined you on the blanket, coming up alongside Arthur and tipping his chin so that she could kiss him.

             “Ladies,” he murmured softly, and you could tell there was a battle raging inside him. He was torn. He wanted this, you could see it in his eyes, but he was holding himself back.

             “Arthur,” you whispered close to his ear, “just relax.”

             “Let us take good care of you,” your sister added. She kissed him deeply and you began to unbutton his union suit, running your hand inside of it and grasping his stiffening cock. He let out a hard whine when your hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently back and forth as you lowered your mouth to engulf his cock, bringing it to urgent hardness now.

             “Y/N,” he cried, “[Sister’s name], please,” he shuddered, but he wasn’t pushing either of you away. Instead his fingers had tangled in your hair where you were pleasuring him with your mouth. Your sister pushed him down hard and kissed him gently, pulling off her soft cotton pajamas. You did the same, leaving the two of you naked above him. You released his cock from your mouth with an obscene sounding pop and it bounced against his leg, the head red and the vein running along its underside standing abruptly along the silky steel organ. You tugged his clothing off and climbed atop him, looking at your sister shyly now. You had never done this together before, but the very idea of you and her dominating this man, making him lie back, his heart beating hard in his chest, his eyes wide in shock at his good fortune…it had you dripping wet already.

             You looked down to meet Arthur’s eyes. He was panting, open mouthed, his nipples standing hard on his chest with his arousal. The soft thatch of hair on his chest gave his muscles a gentle haze in the light of the lantern, and you ran your fingers through it, down to the matching thatch above his cock. Now you met your sister’s eyes and she leaned forward, kissing you gently, all for Arthur’s enjoyment. She deepened the kiss and without looking, you ran your hand down to grasp Arthur’s cock again, pumping him, hearing him grunt and gasp beneath you as he no doubt stared at the two of you kissing for his entertainment.

             Your sister ran a hand up the side of your face and you let out a soft moan as her fingers tangled in your hair, the two of you moving against each other for no better reason than to torment Arthur, than to tease him. You finally broke away from the kiss, looking to Arthur. The poor man looked like he was about to pass out with arousal. His cock was leaking sticky precum onto your hand and his own belly.

             Grabbing your sister, he tugged her down and buried his nose in her folds, lapping and sucking at her as you watched, grinding yourself on his thigh, leaving a trail of your own arousal on his leg. He pushed your sister off his face long enough to reach a hand down and hold his cock up stiffly, an invitation for you to sit on it.

             “If we’re doin’ this, we might as well do it, darlin’,” he husked, his pupils blown wide with arousal and his cheeks red with heat and lust.

             Willingly, you sank down onto his cock, moaning at the stretch of him. He wasn’t out of proportion, but he was very thick and he filled you deeply, pressing against your core with the slight upwards curve of his member. You felt him let out a rumbling growl as you sheathed him within you, rocking your hips to adjust to the thickness of him.

             Your sister, meanwhile, rubbed her hips back and forth over his face, letting out soft gasps and moans as you watched. You felt a small streak of jealousy flood you. You wanted Arthur’s face between your legs, wanted to feel the roughness of his tongue and the thickness of his fingers, but for now the thickness of his cock was just as good. You slid up and down it, letting out a throaty mewl as it rubbed in all the right places.

             “Oh Arthur,” you called, knowing how men love to have their name called during sex. There was nothing quite like it to inflate a man’s ego, and you got the sense that Arthur needed the confidence boost. Indeed, as soon as you cried his name, he began to pop his hips up and down, helping you seat onto him, bumping against that bundle of nerves inside of you that made the backs of your eyelids go white. You felt pleasure bubbling up from the tips of your toes, felt it streak through you and you gasped, your orgasm coming swift and unexpectedly quick as you rode him, spilling your juices over his thick cock, easing the way to continue riding him.

             Your sister had cried out at almost the same time as he suckled and rubbed her clit, his thick fingers mimicking the work his cock was doing within you. Arthur pushed her hips up, gasping for breath and he pushed her gently off, grabbing your hips and flipping the two of you so that he could fuck you hard into the ground, his hips slamming against yours, his breath hot against your cheek. His face looked almost agonized and you nearly laughed. He was feeling guilty about this, even as he was participating in it. You bumped your lips against his, kissing him gently, your tongue seeking entrance to his mouth, stroking his wide tongue with your own, your teeth clicking together briefly in the urgency of your meeting. Pulling back, you met his eyes, stroking your fingers through his soft hair.

             “Arthur, it’s alright. There’s nothing wrong here. We both want to be with you. We both want to make you feel good,” you assured him, and he let out a desperate moan, slowing his pace, but deepening his strokes and you wondered for a moment what was happening to him before you realized that your sister was behind him, taking his balls into her mouth and sucking as he fucked himself into you. Arthur’s eyes went wide and you felt that she was using her tongue experimentally in all places now, lapping between his legs as he buried himself inside of you.

             “Oh, oh Christ,” he moaned, and all motion stopped. “I gotta stop, oh shit,” he hissed, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. “I’m tryin’, ladies, but this, you, I,” he let his stuttered sentence drop abruptly, going crimson. You knew what he was saying. It was so arousing he was trying very hard not to blow his load right at the beginning of the evening. You pulled away from beneath him, his cock sliding out of you. You got on your knees in front of him, kissing him lightly and your sister came behind him, massaging his shoulders, his back, hands roaming to his asscheeks and his thighs, but neither of you touched his cock, giving him the opportunity to calm himself. “Are you to shoar this is alright?” he asked, so unsure of himself and you barked a laugh. His cock had already filled you, his fingers and tongue had already been inside your sister and still he couldn’t believe that this was okay.

             “It’s fine, Arthur,” your sister assured him and the two of you kissed him, you biting his jaw and nibbling his ear as your sister sucked on his tongue, her lips moving against his. You each grabbed one of his hands and your sister sucked on his thumb as you nibbled and sucked the index finger of his other hand, meeting his astonished eyes.

             “Where on earth did you two come from?” he murmured happily, his voice a little high with adrenaline and surprise.

             “Hush,” you ordered him, lying back on the bedroll with your legs spread. You tugged his face down and he obligingly bit and nibbled the insides of your thighs, his wet fingers trailing along your slit before sliding home as he licked circles around your clit, making you gasp. Your sister laid beneath his hips, sucking his cock professionally, making soft wet sounds accompanied by the noise of suction and Arthur moaned into your folds, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

             “Come here,” she beckoned him, adjusting so that she was on her hands and knees and like a stallion in rut, he sank himself inside of her, looking over his shoulder at you. You had read some of your sister’s medical books, and you had come across some of the filthy magazines the ranch hands often had. You knew that men could experience pleasure from the back end and you smirked, spitting into your hand and rubbing your finger against Arthur’s hole as he fucked your sister. He moaned.

             “Sweet Jesus, what are you doin’?” He demanded. You chuckled and pressed your finger inside of him. He clenched, but then relaxed as you ran your hand down to massage his balls, moving with his hips so he could continue fucking your sister hard and fast as she squealed beneath him. Your finger slid deeper inside him and he suddenly cried out, throwing his head back. You had touched a bundle of hard nerves within him and experimentally, you ran your finger over it again, feeling him twitch around you. “Oohoho Christ!” he cried out, letting loose a squeaked grunt of pleasure as his own motions into your sister ceased. Gently, so as not to hurt him, you slid your finger from within him and quickly cleaned yourself with a rag.

             “Seemed like that was a bit too much,” you murmured in his ear. His eyes were unfocused and he looked overwhelmed. You kissed him gently on the cheek. “You alright, cowboy?”

             “Ain’t a cowboy,” he insisted, beginning his urgent movements back into your sister.

             “What are you then?” she asked breathlessly, sliding her hips up and down to aid in the motion, her cheeks red and her eyes glittering with enjoyment.

             “I’m a bad man,” he assured the two of you, “an outlaw.” You didn’t think you could get more aroused than you were at that moment, but something about the idea of taking advantage of not just a big, strong man, but a dangerous man had you shuddering. Arthur met your eye and gave a half grin. “Come here,” he told you, flipping your sister and himself and then spinning her in place. She rode his cock with her back to him and he pulled your hips down to eat you out again, his tongue insistently pushing between your folds, his lips sucking you and his fingers massaging within you until you came and came and came again, whining out his name as your sister did the same.

             Arthur pulled out of your sister and tugged your head down so he could kiss you, meeting first your eyes and then your sisters.

             “If it…oh, I can’t ask this,” he said dismissively.

             “What?” your sister breathed, beating you to the question. Arthur burned bright red as he described what he wanted to do. Your eyebrows rose in surprise and you met your sister’s eyes with uncertainty. “I’m alright with it,” she said. “We’re just here to have fun. Y/N?”

             “Sure, okay,” you agreed. You lay on your back and Arthur once again slid himself home, sheathing his fat cock within you so swiftly that it was almost uncomfortable and you let out a small squeal.

             “You alright?” he breathed.

             “I am…just fine,” you moaned, smiling up at him. Your sister kissed you gently, lapping inside your mouth and then grasping at your breasts as Arthur had requested. You did the same to her, kissing her, your eyes half closed as you moved together, Arthur grunting and plunging himself within you with hard slaps of his hips against your own. After a few moments of this, he tugged your sister away from you and to his face. He tilted her head back, biting her lower lip, lapping within her mouth and you knew that now was the next part of his fantasy, something he had requested in bits and spurts, shy and embarrassed to ask something that he felt was so filthy. Your sister bowed her head to be at your hips and Arthur slid out of you, fucking hard into your sister’s mouth for a moment and then plunging back within your slit. He continued this back and forth, his breath coming in hard, ragged gasps as all of you moved together, bringing him pleasure in the half darkness of the stables.

             At last, he slid from you and you got onto your knees alongside your sister, both of you sliding your lips over his twitching cock, you lapping at that thick vein, her sucking on the head. You engulfed his cock in your mouth and she took his balls between her lips, running a finger briefly along his taint and across his puckered hole, making him shudder again, though she wasn’t brave enough to finger fuck him as you had.

             You rolled as one, him lying on his back, you on one side of him now and your sister on his other and he took turns kissing each of you, his arms over each of your shoulders, pulling you on top of him. You bit him hard on one of his big pec muscles, leaving pink teeth marks in the flesh and drawing a short howl of pain from him, and his eyes burned at you.

             “C’mere,” he growled, wanting to punish you for the stinging wound. You fumbled back, but he caught you with those huge hands of his and he rammed you down onto him again, your sister kissing around the wound on his chest, her fingers threading in his hair, massaging his neck as he pumped himself into you once more. You tightened around him with a moan as he cracked his open palm against your ass, certainly leaving a hand-shaped print there.

             “Arthur!” you cried and he chuckled this time, having found his confidence.

             “C’mere,” he ordered your sister now, again making her sit on his face as he growled and grunted beneath you both. He escaped her thighs for a shuddering breath. “If I must go to hell, then I shall surely guarantee that it is for good reason,” he purred and you laughed. You felt his balls tightening and you pulled away from him regretfully.

             “We can both finish him,” you urged your sister and the two of you got on your knees as Arthur scrabbled to his feet, stroking himself and sucking in short, raspy breaths as his climax finally took him, his release spurting from him. The two of you lapped it away, some of it hitting your faces as he pumped into his own hand and first you and then your sister sucked the head to take all of him, and you lapped him clean. Arthur collapsed back onto the bedroll with a gasp, his eyes wide.

             “God Almighty,” he rasped out, looking at the two of you as though he was still astonished at his good luck. You wiped your face delicately and kissed him on the forehead gently. Your sister kissed him on the cheek and pulled her pajamas back on.

             “Sleep well, Arthur.”

             “Sweet dreams,” you bid him with a small smile, dressing and heading to finish the task you had actually come to the barn for.

             In the morning, he was gone, but the memory of him stayed with the both of you. He had left a small sheet of paper folded neatly within your saddlebag.

             “Ladies, last night was a pleasure that I am sure will have me blushing for the better part of my days. I thank you for your GRACIOUS hospitality. This morning my legs are as wobbly as that newborn colt’s and though my heart longs to find myself between both of your gorgeous legs again, my business at White Stag Ranch is at its end. Rest easy knowing that last night is one evening this cowboy outlaw will never forget. Yours, Arthur Morgan.”

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Release {Shimadacest}

Genji found out that Hanzo had been hiding a kink from him. He takes an opportunity when they’re both drunk to try it out with his subby brother. 

Warnings: Watersports, Drunk sex, sibling incest, dom/sub elements, trans man Genji, crying. 

Wordcount: 1487.

Read on AO3 here!

Genji lured Hanzo in with a false sense of security- with sweet, affectionate kisses and “come fuck me” eyes that made it seem as if Hanzo was going to finally get to control the way their night went. He followed Genji from the foreign lounge they had been drinking in all the way back to their hotel room for the night. He thought that maybe, Genji would thank Hanzo for taking him on such a nice vacation to London where they could be themselves without a care.

Every block or so, Hanzo would pin him against a wall and kiss him forcefully - obviously riding the high of an affirmation that Genji never really gave. Not that Genji was complaining - he could let Hanzo go on believing that he was going to dom him, at least until they got back to the hotel. Besides, Hanzo was so much more fun like this - drunk and excited was a great look on his older brother. Once, Hanzo even pushed Genji up against the wall of an ancient church, reaching between them to shove his hands down Genji’s pants, rubbing against Genji’s fat clit. All the while, searing Genji’s lips with his own.

It was enough to get Genji soaking through his panties - he knew that he would end up taking Hanzo’s cute dick that night and using his brother fully- but he had some other plans he needed to see to first. So, he let Hanzo continue to delude himself that he would be on top that night all the way to their hotel.

It was on the elevator up to their penthouse suite where Genji felt the first pang in his bladder. He pulled back from their kiss to groan - though he is fairly sure that Hanzo thought it was a result of his wandering hands. Genji slides his hands from Hanzo’s shoulders to the back of his head, bringing his brother down to start kissing at Genji’s sensitive neck. Hanzo didn’t need any further encouragement - starting to suck and bite at the skin without a word while his hands dipped under Genji’s waistband once more.

The alcohol was really starting to settle in Genji’s system, loosening his movements while he was hit with another pang of pain. He couldn’t wait to get back to the room - to pop this dominant bubble his older brother was currently residing in. When the elevator dinged and the door open, Genji was pushing his brother back with an easy shove to the older man’s shoulder. Hanzo, though slightly miffed at how his brother chose to push him away, followed the other diligently back to their hotel room.

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Genji wished that he had his phone ready to capture a photo of what Hanzo’s face looked like the instant Genji had pulled out his handcuffs. Hanzo’s expression turned from excitement to visible disappointment.

“But I thought…” he said first, and he watched the pout change the dimensions of his brother’s face. Something about being drunk changed Hanzo from the haughty heir of the Shimada clan to an easy-to-manipulate child. It was one of Genji’s favorite things - and he was always sure to take advantage of his anija in such a vulnerable state.

“What? You thought you could take control? Push me around, fuck me with that cute, little dick of yours?” He walked over to his brother, pushing him down onto the expensive chesterfield sofa. He straddled his brother’s lap, invading the other’s space with an ease and confidence that only came from dominating his brother so completely in the past. He knew Hanzo’s limits and needs very well, though his submissive often hid them out of embarrassment. “Put your hands out, Hanzo.” He smiled when his brother did as instructed without hesitation, despite the pout on his face. “Good boy, anija,” he praised as he locked the cuffs in place, the keys placed safely on the coffee table.

He pressed his weight down on his brother, keeping him secured against the couch as he leaned in to kiss him. He had a very specific plan for this evening...All spurned on from Hanzo forgetting to clear his browser history just one single time. He knew that his submissive would never ask for this specific treatment since it was so humiliating, but Genji knew that Hanzo had secretly wanted it for months. He rewarded his brother with more sweet kisses, kind and giving given his brother’s intoxicated state. There wouldn’t be any punishments tonight, just some kinky affection.

Genji spurned his brother on by rolling his hips down, grinding down into Hanzo’s stubby little cock. His hands were on his brother’s shoulders, keeping himself steady as he worked to give his brother a flirty lapdance. “Do you want me, brother?” He stilled himself, waiting for Hanzo’s response.

Hanzo looked up at him with wide, trusting eyes. He seemed to hesitate, his cheeks flushed with the alcohol or perhaps a childish shyness. Seconds later, he finally answered with a murmur that Genji almost missed; “...Yes.”

Genji smiled down at his precious sub, placing his hands on either side of Hanzo’s cheeks. “You know that all I do, I do for you. I just want to make you feel happy and satisfied. You know this right, Hanzo?” He wanted for Hanzo’s nod before he centered himself back in Hanzo’s lap, his pussy pressed directly above his brother’s cock. He leaned in to kiss Hanzo sloppily and about ten seconds later, relaxed completely. The release felt amazing - he’d been holding it for hours and the amount of alcohol he drank probably didn’t help it.

For the first few seconds, Hanzo didn’t even notice that Genji was pissing himself in his lap. But as the wetness soaked through Genji’s jeans, Hanzo jumped beneath him and pulled back from their kiss. He looked between Genji’s blissed out face and their laps, helpless to stop what was going on as his tied hands remained between the two of them. Tears beaded down Hanzo’s face - his mind hardly comprehending what was going on let alone why he liked it. His cock jerked in his pants, spurred on by the wetness that was soaking in through his boxers.

It seemed to last forever. Genji’s sigh was drawn out for no less than a minute as he continued to piss over his brother’s lap. He eventually opened his eyes, smiling as his brother cried in front of him with balled up fists - like he wasn’t sure how to handle the situation. “Don’t you like it, Hanzo? Your little baby brother pissing all over you? I knew you’d like it, anija.” Genji felt like a king, drunk with power as Hanzo’s hips started pressing up into him.

“Oh? Oh...My good boy, my sweet wonderful anija,” he cooed, rubbing his thumbs across Hanzo’s cheekbones. He started rolling his hips down into the brother, not minding how the wetness had spread between the two of them, a grin on his face as the other babbled and cried. Hanzo’s hands clenched and unclenched between them, moans bubbling out between sobs. This went on for about ten seconds before Hanzo’s head dipped back against the couch, chest heaving with his sobs as his hips pressed up one last time. He stayed like this for a moment, enough for Genji to appreciate how beautiful his brother looked like this - crying and soiled beneath him-, before slumping down against the couch.

Finally, the stream pattered off and Genji relaxed back onto Hanzo’s soaked thighs. He kissed at his brother’s tear-soaked face for a few seconds, letting the other come down from his orgasm slowly. “Good boy...What a wonderful boy,” he sighed before shifting back and off of his lap. He stripped off his soaked jeans and brief, sighing pleasantly at being released from the clinging fabric. “Lay back against the couch, Hanzo.”

Hanzo blinked at him slowly, tears still falling from those long lashes, but ultimately laid down with his head near the armrest. Genji didn’t waste any time, straddling his brother’s face and hovering his piss-soaked pussy over the other’s mouth. Hanzo didn’t waste any time, closing the gap and starting to lick directly at Genji’s hard clit. His hands came up, gripping at Genji’s pert ass as he started licking his brother’s pussy clean.

Genji let out a quiet moan, biting down on his lip as his brother started to tongue at his pussy. He pressed his hips down and tangled his fingers in his brother’s luscious hair. “My perfect little sub. Do I taste good, anija?” His brother’s moan suggested that the answer was a hearty yes and Genji couldn’t help but laugh. Who would have expected his haughty, arrogant anija would be such a slut for piss. As Hanzo started to suck against that fat clit, all Genji could think of how much fun they were going to have with Hanzo’s newly confirmed fetish.

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Peau Jeune – Revitalizing Anti Aging Moisturizer

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 The principle fixings that contain with the Peau Jeune are the amazing peptides that lift the collagen. Peptides are a protein chain of amino acids that continues producing collagen on the skin. As we age, the collagen level declines because of the nonfunctioning of the peptides, and our skin begins losing its appeal and magnificence. Be that as it may, with Kuni Revitalizing Moisturizer you can particularly invert the way toward wrinkling and face line creation in a superior manner.

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Comment Peau Jeune fonctionne-t-il?

 Les individus du monde entier sont à la recherche d'une réponse puissante pour leurs problèmes de peau. De nombreuses personnes sont à la recherche de la guérison des problèmes de peau comme les étiquettes de la peau. Comme l'âge avance, un nombre toujours croissant de personnes sont censés avoir des problèmes de peau. Les problèmes de peau se trouvent dans tout sauf les femmes sont plus inquiets avec leurs problèmes de peau. Il ya de nombreuses personnes dans l'ensemble qui espèrent trouver une amélioration utile, qui peut prendre soin de ces problèmes de peau. Peau Jeune est un sérum ou une amélioration externe qui a des résultats positifs. Dans cet examen, nous examinerons le fonctionnement, les fixations, les avantages et les audits d'Arcaderm Hydrating Serum.

 Présentation du sérum hydratant Arcaderm

 Peau Jeune est un sérum hydratant de soins de la peau qui peut fixer tous les problèmes de peau en une seule fois. Ce sérum spécifique contient des fixations communes et est protégé pour appliquer. Il est exempt de produits synthétiques manufacturés et contient des concentrés de plantes, ce qui en fait une réponse parfaite pour les personnes de tous âges de collecte. Arcaderm Sérum hydratant peut patcher les vibrations de votre visage. Votre peau deviendra raisonnable tout comme votre visage brillera sur l'utilisation de cette amélioration.

 Le Peau Jeune fonctionne en suivant le niveau cellulaire de la peau. Il s'agit de fixations avantageuses comme Aloe Vera, qui traite de la région influencée sur le visage. Les étiquettes de peau sur le visage sont explicitement suivi par les éléments de ce sérum. Lors de l'application de ce sérum sur les étiquettes de la peau, les cellules mortes dans les étiquettes de la peau sont supplanter avec de nouvelles cellules, et les étiquettes de la peau tombent par conséquent. Les fixations commencent les réponses composées au niveau cellulaire, qui recharge les cellules mortes sur la peau.

 On peut obtenir un visage raisonnable et plus splendide sur l'application de cet élément d'amélioration. Ce sérum prend un coup aux rides, tout comme les différences rares du visage et, tente de restaurer votre look. Le meilleur morceau d'utilisation de ce sérum est composé de composants réguliers et par conséquent, il est protégé pour utiliser. Il n'y a aucun symptôme après utilisation de ce sérum d'amélioration.  Peau Jeune Avis

 Éléments de sérum hydratant de peau d'Arcaderm

 Tous les éléments principaux de Peau Jeune se produisent normalement composants. Cela rend ce sérum tout à fait idéal pour la peau. L'un des éléments clés de cet article est L'aloe-Vera. Cette fixation spécifique est un concentré d'une plante rare qui se trouve dans les morceaux enlevés du monde. A côté de l'Aloe Vera, il ya différents éléments de cette amélioration, qui sont des concentrés de plantes rares. Les fixations sont choisir d'une manière qu'il n'y a pas de réactions.

Avantages de Peau Jeune

 Comme il a été question ci-dessus, il ya divers avantages de Peau Jeune. Il s'agit d'une amélioration qui peut garantir une considération totale de la peau. La plus grande la plus grande lacune de cette amélioration est qu'il contient toutes les fixations abritées et régulières. Une partie des principaux avantages d'Arcaderm Hydrating Serum sont avis ci-dessous:

 Ce sérum a une peau pétillante et brillante.

 Il aide à éliminer les étiquettes de la peau sur le visage.

 Le sérum de peau Arcaderm aide à expulser les différences à peine reconnaissables du visage. Les cellules sur la peau sont renouvelées, ce qui expulse les différences rares du visage.

 Ce sérum aide à expulser les rides du visage.

 Il va à peu près comme une réponse de considération totale pour la peau des femelles.

 Arcaderm-Sérum-Avantages

 Comment utiliser Arcaderm Sérum hydratant?

 Le Peau Jeune est un sérum qui peut être légitimement appliqué à l'essence du client. Ce sérum spécifique peut être appliqué quelques fois par jour. Il faut tenter de maintenir une distance stratégique par rapport à la surutilisation de ce sérum.

 Il faut poursuivre la procédure sous-référencée tout en utilisant Peau Jeune:

 Initial, on devrait nettoyer le visage de manière appropriée tout comme la région influencée sur laquelle le sérum doit être appliqué.

 Après cela, il faut appliquer une petite quantité de sérum à la région influencée. Il faut appliquer délicatement le sérum avec les doigts et le frotter tendrement.

 Après l'utilisation du sérum, il doit être laissé à sécher.

 Mesures de précaution prises avec ce sérum

 Comme ce sérum contient chaque fixation caractéristique unique, il n'y a pas de mesures de sécurité particulières tout en utilisant cette amélioration. En tout cas, il y a quelques points qu'il faut retenir.

 Ce sérum doit être entreposer dans un endroit frais et sec pour ainsi dire.

 Ce sérum est juste pour une utilisation extérieure. Cela ne doit pas être pris à l'intérieur.

 Arcaderm-Procès

 Enquêtes

 Sarah/27 ans:

 J'ai eu des rides partout, et l'expérience des effets néfastes de rares problèmes de différences. J'essaie différentes améliorations encore n'a pas été remplie avec n'importe qui. Enfin, quelqu'un m'a prescrit d'utiliser Peau Jeune. J'ai demandé ce sérum sur le web et a commencé à l'utiliser. J'étais stupéfait de voir les impacts de ce sérum. Ma peau a commencé à briller et à s'améliorer. À l'intérieur de plusieurs mois, mon visage a totalement changé. En outre, il construit ma certitude de manière significative. A cause du sérum hydratant Arcaderm.  Peau Jeune Price

 Richard/30 ans:

 Je rencontre des problèmes de peau, et mon visage a été propagé avec des rides et des étiquettes de peau. Aussi, j'ai besoin de disposer de ces problèmes de peau à tout prix. Je tente de nombreux sérums accessibles sur le marché, mais aucun d'entre eux ne fonctionne pour moi. Enfin, j'ai découvert Arcaderm Skin Hydrating Serum que j'ai pensé aux résultats constructifs de ce sérum. J'ai demandé le sérum rapidement et a commencé à appliquer ce sérum sur toutes les empreintes. Cela affecte positivement ma peau. Actuellement, mon visage était exempt d'étiquettes de peau tout comme les rides.

 Où dois-je acheter Du sérum de peau Arcaderm?

 Dans le cas où vous devez acheter ce Peau Jeune, visitez les sites officiels de cet article. Sur les sites officiels, vous devez remplir votre tout les subtilités et l'article sera transmis à votre étape d'entrée à l'intérieur seulement 3 à 5 jours ouvrables.

 Arcaderm-Ordre-Maintenant

 Fin:

 Peau Jeune est la meilleure amélioration extérieure pour la peau solide. Il rendra votre peau plus serrée qu'auparavant. C'est une excellente équation pour expulser les taches sombres de votre visage et vous donnera une peau claire. Je vais vous donner un tel nombre important d'avantages liés à la peau, et vous vous sentirez une amélioration de votre peau étape par étape.

Peau Jeune Anti aging Cream

 La plupart des dames à la matière mondiale ont constamment une bataille avec les problèmes de maturation précoce aux côtés de différentes questions qui raisonnent de graves difficultés à la peau. L'état actuel dans le monde entier est particulièrement contaminé, et désormais, il est particulièrement difficile de maintenir l'éclat commun de la peau. Au hasard que vous n'êtes pas prêt à découvrir une réponse à ces questions, les choses peuvent quitter votre main. Donc, vous devez aller pour un ennemi solide de la crème de maturation qui peut aider votre peau à maintenir sa lueur et l'appel, que vous devenez plus établi. Probablement le meilleur article sur le marché pour l'équivalent est Peau Jeune, et il vient de ramasser l'ubiquité partout dans le monde.

 La plupart des dames à la matière mondiale ont constamment une bataille avec les problèmes de maturation précoce aux côtés de différentes questions qui raisonnent de graves difficultés à la peau. L'état actuel dans le monde entier est particulièrement contaminé, et par la suite, il est particulièrement difficile de maintenir l'éclat commun de la peau. Au hasard que vous n'êtes pas prêt à découvrir une réponse à ces questions, les choses peuvent quitter votre main. Donc, vous devez aller pour un ennemi solide de la crème de maturation qui peut aider votre peau à maintenir sa lueur et l'appel, que vous devenez plus établi. Peut-être le meilleur article sur le marché pour l'équivalent est Peau Jeune avis, et il vient de prendre de l'importance partout dans le monde.

 Chapitre par chapitre guide

 1 Introduction de Peau Jeune

 2 Comment Peau Jeune fonctionne-t-il?

 3 Ingrédients Utilisation à Peau Jeune

 4 Avantages de Peau Jeune

 5 Effets secondaires de Peau Jeune

 6 Où acheter Peau Jeune?

 7 Verdict final

 Présentation de Peau Jeune

 Peau Jeune a immédiatement gagné la notoriété d'être exceptionnel parmi d'autres ennemis de la maturation des éléments sur la planète, et il a un ventilateur dans pratiquement toutes les nations. Il a démontré d'être fructueux dans le traitement de votre peau dans ce monde sali, et il maintient l'éclat et l'attrait de votre peau, si sur le hasard que vous développez vieux. le Peau Jeune a démontré qu'il s'est avéré être une crème douce pour la peau et n'a pas de réponse antagoniste sur votre peau. Cet ennemi de la crème de maturation est utilisé par beaucoup de dames à la maison à la crème à la maison. Ses fixations régulières aident à donner un résultat caractéristique à votre peau. Il ne répond pas contre votre peau et donne tous les avantages de maturation compteur pour votre peau.

  Comment fait le travail de Peau Jeune?

 La crème pour le visage Clinxx fonctionne en élargissant les protéines et les atomes de collagène qui sont disponibles dans la peau humaine. Les protéines et les particules de collagène sont particulièrement fondamentales pour garder la peau humaine saine en permanence. Comme nous devenons plus établis, notre peau commence à livrer moins de collagène, et cela à la fin provoque la présence de rides et des différences presque négligeables. Le Peau Jeune prix, est riche en peptide de collagène et peut aider à prendre soin de la question de la contre-maturation de la peau en élargissant la génération de collagène dans les cellules de la peau et soutient par conséquent la flexibilité de la peau. Il améliore également le niveau d'hydratation de votre peau.

 Fixations Utilisation à Peau Jeune

 Le Peau Jeune accompagne chaque fixation normale et n'utilise pas de faux composants ou de concoction en elle. C'est la motivation derrière pourquoi cet ennemi de l'élément de maturation a été particulièrement efficace dans de nombreuses nations. Examinons ici les fixations essentielles dont on se souvient pour la crème pour le visage Au Phytoceramide Clinxx.

Peptide de collagène - Le peptide de collagène est considéré comme une fixation fondamentale et clé qui aide à stimuler l'éclat de la peau. Le peptide de collagène aide normalement à produire du collagène dans la peau et le rend sain et attrayant.

 Vitamines de base - Le Peau Jeune se compose d'un large assortiment de nutriments qui aident à garder la peau jeune et solide.

 Soulagement de la douleur Monnaie - La Menthe analgésique aide dans le refroidissement de la peau et fixe la peau blessée et dérangée en plus d'améliorer le cours du sang.

 Acide hyaluronique - Le corrosif Hyaluronique maintient la combinaison de collagène sur une haute et maintient en outre l'humidité de la peau, qui est l'un des plus ennemis des avantages de maturation pour la peau.

 Clinxx-Cream-Avantages

 Avantages de Peau Jeune

 La crème pour la peau Clinxx a sans aucun doute beaucoup d'avantages lorsqu'elle est contrastée et un autre ennemi de la crème de maturation. Il est particulièrement abrité en raison de la proximité d'un mélange de fixations naturelles. Il fonctionne également exceptionnellement rapide et donne des résultats rapides. Examinons ici une partie des avantages significatifs de cet ennemi de la crème à maturité.

 Il rend la peau sonore et splendide.

 Améliore la polyvalence de la peau.

 Expulse les signes de maturation obstinés.

 Évacue les cernes et les poches autour de la zone des yeux.

 Il rend la peau solide et serrée.

 Il donne les minéraux et les nutriments nécessaires à la peau.

 Modéré pour tous car il accompagne une facilité.

 Réactions de Peau Jeune

 Comme nous l'avons mentionné ci-dessus, Peau Jeune est fabriqué à partir de fixations communes. Aucune substance synthétique blessante ou composants contrefaits ne sont utilisés dans l'assemblage de cet ennemi de la crème à maturité. Par conséquent, il est particulièrement protégé à utiliser et ne représente pas de réactions. Beaucoup d'individus de partout dans le monde utilisent cet article, jusqu'ici, aucun de ces symptômes n'ont été expliqués de n'importe où. Donc, cet article est exempt de tout symptôme.

 Clinxx-Cream-Offre

 Où acheter Peau Jeune?

 Il y a un immense intérêt pour Peau Jeune du monde entier. Quoi qu'il en soit, la vérité de la question est qu'il ne peut pas être acquis à partir de l'un des magasins thérapeutiques à proximité de votre maison. Vous devez visiter le site officiel du producteur pour acheter cet ennemi de l'article de maturation. L'article sera transmis à votre domicile après avoir payé la somme sur le web.

 Dernier verdict

 Débarrassez-vous des taches de maturation et des rides de votre peau avec Clinxx Skin Cream, qui se démarque parmi les autres ennemis des objets en maturation sur la planète. Rush, réservez votre article maintenant!

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 Avant de commencer les am?liorations, j'ai effectivement contact? quelques clients et j'ai ?galement lu leurs audits, que je vais pr?ciser ici.

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I found bnha episode one of season 3 to be very inspiring in the ways of skin tight swimsuits and competition. Accompanied by @drawverylittle‘s art. <3

Rated M for Mature. Heh

~~Kirishima~~ “Bakugou!”

Kirishima slams the heel of his palm against the door after ringing the doorbell for a third time. When he had received the text from Midoriya about spending a day doing some training at Yuuei’s pool he knew Bakugou was going to decline in his usual angry, vehement manner. But Kirishima had promised Bakugou would show. And Kirishima is a man of his word.

“Baku—“ He swings his arm forward and nearly takes himself with it when the door opens.

Bakugou’s mom, quite literally a spitting image, female version of Bakugou himself, stands before him. Her disheveled, pointy blond hair sticks up every which way and she sports a grin that could rival Kirishima’s.

Kirishima likes her. He counts himself lucky that she likes him too when she shouts over her shoulder, “Katsuki, you come down and answer the fucking door when someone calls your name!”

“Fuck off!” Bakugou’s voice is distant, but clear and vicious nonetheless.

“Don’t make me come up there, ya little punk!” His mom turns and beckons Kirishima in, slapping a hand against his shoulder. “How did a nice kid like you end up with a oaf like my son for a friend? He doesn’t deserve you.”

Kirishima chuckles. “I don’t know about that.” He shrugs. “Sometimes I think I don’t deserve him.”

The smile on Bakugou’s mom’s face softens. “You’re too good.” She gently pushes him toward the staircase. “His door will be unlocked for you. Go ahead.”

With a smile and a nod of thanks, Kirishima bounds up the steps, hefting his backpack up on his shoulder as he finds Bakugou’s room. Even though he knows Bakugou is aware that he’s inside, he knocks on his bedroom door before opening it. Just in case. Bakugou has ruined one too many desk chairs because of Kirishima.

“Dude, why didn’t you come down?” He crosses the room and throws himself on Bakugou’s bed. The springs squeak in protest and squeak again as he rolls onto his side to watch Bakugou peer at him from across the room. “Your poor mom had to listen to me shout and bang on the door like that.”

Bakugou scoffs and gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “It won’t kill the old hag to get out of her chair every once in a while.”

“Your mom is anything but old,” Kirishima counters. In fact, Bakugou’s mom is younger than his. And she must have a world of patience to put up with Bakugou, despite her tough exterior. “But now… the real reason I’m here—“

“I’m not going to the fucking pool.” Bakugou’s frown is so deep Kirishima wonders if it hurts his face.

“Come on, man,” Kirishima groans as he rolls onto his back, staring at the glow in the dark stars stuck to Bakugou’s ceiling, the aftermath of a brief obsession with astrology that Bakugou is too lazy to remove. “I told everyone you’d come along.”

“Tch,” Bakugou rolls his chair over to the edge of the bed and shoves af Kirishima’s side. “Should’ve thought twice before lying like a jackass.”

With a heavy sigh, Kirishima rolls off the other side of the bed to let Bakugou flop down in his place. He walks around the bed to grab his backpack, tugging out the school supplied swimsuit that he had yet to put on. It’s made of a stretchy, lycra material, likely to look poured on like a second skin. It wouldn’t have been Kirishima’s first pick, but he never complains about free stuff.

He glances at Bakugou as he tugs at the stretchy material. A light bulb flickers on in his mind and a grin spreads across his face.

“Oi, Bakugou?”

“Hah?”

“You mind if I use your bathroom to change?”

Bakugou lifts his head off the bed, eyes narrowed. “What the fuck do you—“

“Swimsuit.” Kirishima holds up the swimming gear as proof. “Kinda forgot to change at home.”

“Swimsuit.” Bakugou repeats dumbly. His lips twitch before he falls back against the mattress. “Do whatever the fuck you want.”

Kirishima snorts and leaves the room.

The swimsuit is even tighter than he expects it to be and does little in the ways of hiding what is beneath, but Kirishima has never been self conscious about his appearance. He gives himself a once over in the mirror before nodding his approval and finding his way back to Bakugou’s room.

Bakugou, who sits at his desk once again, chokes on the water was drinking when Kirishima walks in.

“You’d think they’d give us more comfortable swimming gear,” Kirishima comments, tugging at the waist and letting it slap back against his hip. “Oh well. Guess I shouldn’t complain if it’s free, right?”

“You can’t fucking walk around looking like that,” Bakugou growls. “You’re… you—“

Bakugou actually wheezes when Kirishima bends forward to grab his backpack off the ground. Kirishima smirks before turning to face Bakugou, a small smile playing across his lips.

He still has one more card to play.

“Well, guess I’ll get going.” He shrugs his backpack onto his shoulder and lifts a hand in a wave goodbye. “Sucks you won’t be coming. I was looking forward to swimming with you.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou grumbles with a roll of his eyes. “We can go some other time, asshole.”

Kirishima brightens up, his heart skipping a beat or two. “Shame you won’t get to race against Midoriya and Todoroki. I’ll just let them know you weren’t ready for defeat yet.”

He swings around the corner and swiftly bounces down the steps, pausing at the front door to nod goodbye to Bakugou’s mom. He hesitates only a few more seconds before Bakugou comes storming down the steps, swimsuit on, his eyes ablaze with challenge.

Kirishima grins widely. “So you’re coming then.” It’s not a question. Obviously Bakugou has already caved.

“Fucking Deku!” Bakugou roars, shoving past Kirishima and kicking the front door open. “Fucking half-and-half bastard. I’ll kill them if they think they can beat me in anything!”

Bakugou has already turned onto the street when Kirishima pokes his head back into Bakugou’s house. He waves goodbye at Bakugou’s mom who lifts a hand to wave back, a smile on his face.

“You tell Izuku I said hello.”

Kirishima nods. “Will do.”

“And Kirishima?”

Kirishima glances over his shoulder one last time.

“Don’t let him blow up too much.”

Kirishima snorts and smiles wide. “I won’t.” He bounds out the door and has to run to catch up to Bakugou, but he doesn’t care. It’s all worth it.

“Bakugou, wait up!”

He’s still a man of his word.

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~~Bakugou~~

Everyone else leaves before them. Kirishima insists on staying behind with Bakugou. Insists on walking him home once they’re done washing the chlorine off their bodies. Insists on taking advantage of the fact that they’re alone. The shower takes much longer to end than initially anticipated. Bakugou is barely under the spray when Kirishima tugs him around the corner and pins him against the wall. The kiss is bruising and Bakugou snarls against Kirishima’s mouth, glancing his tongue on the tip of one of Kirishima’s sharp teeth. Kirishima’s hands are at his wrists, carefully concealed beneath a strong layer of his quirk. He knows Bakugou too well. Kirishima’s hold gradually loosens, his quirk slowly disappearing when he realizes Bakugou is reciprocating the kiss, isn’t letting sparks fly. In fact, Bakugou is the one controlling it. He isn’t about to let someone take over for him like this. His tongue pushes through Kirishima’s lips, caressing the roof of his mouth to make him shiver. And Kirishima groans for him, ruts against the front of his body. Bakugou smirks and tugs his hand out of Kirishima’s grasp to thread his fingers through Kirishima’s wet hair. It hangs down around his face in a fashion he never allows himself to wear on a daily basis, but it’s a look Bakugou secretly loves. He gives Kirishima’s hair a pull to expose his neck and the sound of encouragement Kirishima makes goes straight to Bakugou’s cock.

He jerks his hips forward and Kirishima glances up. Bakugou glares at him. He knows what Kirishima felt. What he feels pressing against him right now.

“Oi, Bakugou.” Kirishima’s mouth is on his neck now and Bakugou shudders when it moves lower. “I think you might’ve stolen my quirk.” He tilts his hips forward for emphasis.

A flush burns Bakugou’s cheeks. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls, yanking on Kirishima’s hair.

It doesn’t have the intended effect.

Kirishima groans against Bakugou’s skin, his lips pressed over Bakugou’s collarbone, never ceasing in their movement. He’s at Bakugou’s chest now, his tongue flicking at a pert nipple. The feeling is like an electric shock to his groin and Bakugou’s knees tremble against his will.

“Fucking…”

“Mm…” Kirishima hums in acknowledgement, trailing kisses down Bakugou’s abdomen.

Bakugou knows where this is going. “Kirishima, if you fucking dare to—“

Kirishima does dare and he beats Bakugou’s protest by forcing his fingers between the tight, wet fabric of Bakugou’s swimsuit and giving a rough tug downward. Bakugou’s cock springs free, already hard, and wet with more than just the water from the pool and the shower.

“See?” Kirishima, now on his knees, smirks up at him. He releases his hold on the swimsuit, leaving the wet material snug around Bakugou’s upper thighs, limiting his movement. “Quirk thief.” He runs his thumb up the length of Bakugou’s cock.

Bakugou shudders and bares his teeth. “Stop with your fucking commentary, shitty hair. Or I’ll—“

Kirishima flicks his tongue against the tip and Bakugou draws in a sharp breath.

“You’ll what?” Kirishima asks, his eyes glowing from between the wet strands of red hair that dangle across his forehead. He has his lips on Bakugou now, mouthing up the shaft, trailing his tongue against the skin. “Stop me?”

Fuck…. no. He wouldn’t stop Kirishima now even if Kirishima begged him too. “Just…” Bakugou’s fingers are back in Kirishima’s hair, gripping, caressing through the damp strands. “Keep those fucking teeth covered, bastard.” Kirishima chuckles and gives a mock salute with two fingers before his hand caresses down Bakugou’s abdomen and his mouth closes around the tip. And it’s so good.

True to his word, Kirishima keeps his teeth carefully concealed behind his lips. He hollows out his cheeks and drags his lips slowly, torturously, up and down the length. His hand works at what he can’t accommodate and Bakugou feels every thread of his control pulled taut. His body aches in the best of ways and when Kirishima groans in his own contentment, the feeling snaps a few of those cords and rips a deep moan from the back of Bakugou’s throat. “Fuck… Kirishima,” Bakugou’s grip tightens. He can’t possibly be crumbling this easily. There’s no fucking way he’s handing the reigns over to Kirishima like this. His traitorous hips surge forward, deeper into the heat of Kirishima’s mouth, but Kirishima doesn’t choke. He opens up to Bakugou, swallows harder around the tip to relax his throat to allow Bakugou to push further, to give him more. And somehow that’s still a measure of control lost and he hates it. Hates that his hips betray him. Hates how his body trembles and he can barely hold back the moan swelling at the back of his throat.

“Kiri—“ He slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling the sounds that slip through as Kirishima’s lips graze his hips. He’s taking Bakugou so deep…

“Fuck!”

Bakugou’s thread snaps. He yanks on Kirishima’s hair, forcefully pullin his lips off of him. The cool, outside air hits him and he shivers as he pulls Kirishima up to his face. He registers the look of bewilderment before tugging Kirishima around the corner and crushing their lips together.

Kirishima barely hesitates before his arms twine around Bakugou’s neck. The deep groan from the back of Kirishima’s throat vibrates through Bakugou’s body like sound through a tuning fork. He backs up into the wall, his lower back arching against the shower wall and suddenly a warm spray of water cascades over them.

“Ah…” Kirishima gasps as he pulls back to look up into he spray. He laughs. The sight and the sound brings a tightness to more than just Bakugou’s lower body.

How dare that messy haired bastard look so damn good.

With a deep snarl, Bakugou rushes in for another bruising kiss. He lets his hands drop to Kirishima’s waist to tug the soaking wet suit down his thighs, giving him the same restraint he left Bakugou with earlier.

Kirishima is hard, the length of him pressing against Bakugou’s stomach, brushing against Bakugou’s still painfully hard cock. And the feeling, the briefest glance of warm skin on skin brings a full body shudder straight up Bakugou’s spine.

Suddenly he’s arching into Kirishima. He doesn’t know when his hand curled around the both of them, but he knows the friction of his cock against Kirishima’s from the motion of his hand is enough to bring the most wanton, breathy sounds from Kirishima’s lips. And Bakugou swallows everyone, thinking of each as his own private little victory.

He thinks he may be overheating. It may be the water. The proximity. The flush on their bodies and the intimacy of their actions. He doesn’t care. He just wants the boiling warmth in his stomach to overflow and when Kirishima finally gasps, “Fuck me, Katsuki,” Bakugou is done for.

He buries his face in the crook of Kirishima’s neck as he comes. Kirishima cries out when Bakugou sinks his teeth into his neck to muffle the rasp of a groan. But the score of his teeth has Kirishima bucking wildly against him and Kirishima’s bliss is soon to follow.

Bakugou is selfishly glad Kirishima didn’t try to muffle the strained gasp he releases when his pleasure peaks.

They stand like that for a few more minutes. Bakugou’s hand falls limp at his side. The shower water continues to rain down on them and their suits stay tight around their upper thighs, locking them in place.

He doesn’t know what to stay. Is he supposed to speak after this? Is he supposed to offer to pull up Kirishima’s fucking skin tight swimsuit? Is he supposed to kiss him again? To let him know that he hasn’t known that kind of blissful release until then?

But it turns out Bakugou doesn’t have to think that hard. Kirishima finally lifts his head, his red hair hanging in loose, dripping strands over his eyes. He grins and tilts forward to steal a kiss and Bakugou kisses back because he can. Because he won’t lose to Kirishima even in something as trivial as this.

“Well,” Kirishima says, his eyes cut to the nonexistent space between them where their hips are still pressed tightly together. “Here I thought we were supposed to be washing up, not getting ourselves dirty again.”

Bakugou rolls his eyes and presses a palm over Kirishima’s face to shove him backward. “Shut the fuck up.”

Kirishima’s laughter and his smile is enough to bring that tightness back, but this time it settles in his chest. He doesn’t know what to make of it, but he doesn’t think he needs to dwell. After all, Kirishima has always understood exactly what he needs.

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　　Management Accounting Systems

　　Executive Summary

　　The company’s profits are falling and there is a build up of inventory within the production process. This report considers three management systems which could rectify the situation. Considering Theory of Constraints, Just In Time and Programme Evaluation and Review Technique, the report recommends that more information regarding the cause of the problems is undertaken, and a suitable programme of revaluation of the business processes is undertaken.

　　Introduction

　　The role of management accounting in the organisation has become so much more that the reporting of the score to managers (Hansen, Mouritsen 2006). In the wake of the decline of Western Manufacturing and the relevance crisis of management accounting to modern business as outlined by Kaplan and Johnson in ‘Relevance Lost’, the traditional cost accounting approach has been largely replaced by alternative methodologies (Kee, Schmidt 2000). The role of the management accounting in the modern firm is not only to report the score, but to seek to influence the score by using techniques and theoretical approaches to improve the business processes. As such it is important for managers to understand the use and usefulness of a variety of alternatives to traditional accounting approaches, especially traditional cost accounting and look to introduce other techniques which may have practical advantages for the firm (DUGDALE, JONES 1998). There is no one size fits all approach which will work in any case and the application of cost accounting can and will always provide key information about how the business is doing in terms of its goals. Indeed many of the newer techniques focus on particular applications within industry and each of them has something to offer the firm in terms of improving the business processes (Plenert 1993). This report considers three approaches in the context of practical application to a range of common problems, problems which may be responsible for the inventory build up of the firm in question and it’s declining profits. The approaches are the Theory of Constraints (TOC) and the attendant logic of Throughput Accounting (TA), Just in Tim Inventory Management (JIT) and wider implications to ‘Lean’ manufacturing methodologies and the Program Evaluation and Review Technique framework (PERT). The report outlines the main features of these methodologies and the advantages and limitations of them with specific reference to their usefulness in a variety of practical situations. The report concludes that each of the methodologies has something to offer and that any management decision must be based on the goals and objectives o the company and its strategic direction.

Theory of Constraints and Throughput Accounting

　　Developed by E.M. Goldratt as a response to the criticisms of traditional cost accounting, the TOC states that the traditional variable costs of Cost Accounting do not apply, or rather, they apply with less rigour in a modern management situation (Bragg 2007). In the past Labour was seen as a totally variable cost, workers would work to the management’s discretion and short time and layoffs were dictated by the level of production need. Goldratt argued that this was no longer the case as changes to society and legislation had meant that the workforce was more of a fixed cost for the organisation (Wei, Liu et al. 2002). The TOC states that even though modern managers are still evaluated by labour use, such efficiencies can lead to decisions which harm the organisation rather than help optimise production. This criticism led Goldratt to develop the TOC as an alternative system, identifying ‘constraint’ as a decision relevant concept in the service or production process (Watson, Blackstone et al. 2007).

　　The central idea to TOC and TA is that each organisation has a specific goal (or a set of specific goals) which can be effected by decision making, better decision making leads to better completion of the goals (Linhares 2009). If one takes the normative assumption of a profit orientated organisation as the maximisation of the owner’s wealth, then the ‘goal unit’ will be the ‘throughput contribution’ (TC) which is similar to the ‘total contribution’ marginal costing (Hansen, Mouritsen 2006). The difference in TA is that ‘throughput contribution’ is defined in the TOC as Sales (S), less total variable cost (TVC) which is he cost of raw materials (not labour). This is placed in the context of two further conceptual mechanisms, Investment (I), which refers to money tied up in the system in terms of inventory and work in progress, as well as with machinery and buildings and the like, the second is Operating Expense (OE) which is the money spent by the system on generating goal units, but not the cost of raw materials, so items such as utilities and wages (Davies, Mabin et al. 2005).

[hunnybadgerv]

No Dress Code: New Year’s Eve | Saints Row | Domestic AU

Summary: Parties aren’t supposed to be boring, especially when ringing in the new year. Furia and Eli are quick to find their own way to ring in the coming year.

a/n: Written as a gift for my dear friend and partner in all sorts of debacles Close, also @bosselimitchell. Happy holidays and new year! I truly hope you’ll enjoy it.

Links: AO3 | FFnet

New Year’s Eve

-1-

Midnight crept closer, the minutes of the year falling astride the anticipation of the change in the calendar. Furia grabbed a glass of champagne and fell into a chair. Johnny perched on the arm of a sofa, his keen eyes always moving behind the shades he wore day and night. Sometimes she wondered if he might actually just wear them to hide the fact he was napping.

“Tired?” he asked, shattering her illusion.

“No. Bored.”

“No one that can keep up with you?”

“Not on the dance floor, at least,” she said. The glass brushed her mouth, bubbles tickling as they popped against her blood red pout.

Johnny just chuckled. “Might be a while yet.”

Furia’s eyes remained on her lover. Her husband, she reminded herself as her thumbnail caught on the band of the ring on her left hand. It was still rather new, but somehow felt the same though not at the same time.

Surrounded by pretty faces, all of which gave him dreamy adoring looks, Eli seemed content, or at least amused for the time being.

“You really don’t mind that?” Johnny asked. The question seemed like it came out of left field. Sure, sometimes the two of them talked, but it tended to be a rarity and they almost never discussed anything resembling their personal lives, especially Furia and Eli’s.

“What?” she said, looking up at him and not entirely certain what he meant.

“That.” His chin nudged toward where she had been looking a moment earlier.

Furia chuckled. “No, I think I’d be more worried if he wasn’t flirting with everyone.”

“It doesn’t bother you?”

“Does it bother you?”

Johnny’s shoulders slid back a hair. “Why would it?”

“Not what I meant,” she said with a laugh. Furia leaned on the arm of her chair and peeked up at him. “If your wife was flirting with someone else, would you worry?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I trust her.”

“Exactly,” Furia said.

“Except my wife hasn’t slept with anyone else since we got married.”

“You hope,” Furia replied, leaning back in her chair. Her brow cocked upward as the champagne flute met her lips again.

Johnny’s chin dipped, his pale, intense eyes pinning her to her seat.

“Hey!” She held her hands up in a mock show of surrender. “I hope for your sake she’s the most faithful woman on the planet. But not everyone is built that way.” For emphasis, she let her eyes pass over him in a suggestive manner—Johnny was one of the few people Eli and Furia could agree that they’d both love to get in bed. “And Eli’s one, but then so am I.”

Johnny’s brow crinkled over dark lenses and Furia laughed.

“Oh, please, tell me you’ve imagined me sitting at home every night, just pining,” she taunted.

He was silent for a long time, longer than Furia expected.

She laughed quietly into her quickly emptying glass. “No, he’s not the only one. You just get to witness his escapades.” It didn’t happen as often in her case, but she was not Eli’s little woman—ring or no ring—but she did love the giddy bastard more than might be healthy. “Plus, tonight, as cute, sexy, adorable and willing they all are, I know exactly who the shirtless wonder is leaving with.”

Johnny just chuckled softly, clearing his throat with another tip of is chin. “Speak of the devil.”

“Which devil?” Eli asked, falling into Furia’s lap.

“You, of course,” she said, wearing a wide grin when he bent over to kiss her. It was consuming, the pressure of his mouth on hers, the insistence of his tongue as it invaded her mouth. She could taste a hint of juniper still on his tongue, and though she wasn’t a big fan of gin she had developed a taste for it—at least when it was delivered like that.

His nose brushed her, aqua eyes blinking and filling her gaze. “I’m bored.”

Hers was not the only laughter that admission drew, though Johnny’s bore a shred of professional reserve. “That’s because you were surrounded by sycophants.”

Eli smirked. “True, and I do so prefer when it’s you sucking … up to me.”

Her head fell back, and her laughter peeled around them. Eli’s fingers twirled in the silky, black waves of her hair. He tightened his grip and gave a gentle tug, she inched forward letting him bring her lips to meet his once more.

“I’ll grab the champagne and meet you in the elevator,” he said, nipping her bottom lip.

“And if I’m not ready to leave.”

Eli pouted at her, pairing it with that damnable kittenish expression of his. Furia knew she had the willpower to stand up against it, but she almost never did. She tended to give into it rather than wasting time being too awful stubborn, especially when combined with and pitted against one another she and Eli could find themselves at an impasse too quickly.

“I’d like to take you upstairs.”

“You would?” she asked.

“Yes, I’d like to hear you screaming my name for the New Year.” Calloused fingertips grazed her jaw, tilting her head upwards.

Furia smiled. It sounded like a hell of an improvement to singing Auld Lang Syne to her. She grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, pulling him in for another hard kiss. “I’ll meet you there.”

Johnny gave her a nod as he passed her chair, following his charge. Furia polished off the last of her champagne and laid the flute on the tray of a passing waiter. There wasn’t much about this party that suited her or Eli—no dancing, stale music, and it was far too black tie and refined. The roughest edge in the room was Eli and the other members of Pirate Hole. Earlier in the night, she had been positive that Pierce and one of the record executives was going to burst a blood vessel when Eli tried to change the vibe of the event. Furia couldn’t recall ever seeing a vein in someone’s temple balloon like that.

By the time she crossed the room, Eli and Johnny were both standing in the lift waiting for her. Eli leaned against the back wall, looking up at her with a heat in his gaze that burned across her bare skin. Her hazels eyes met his vibrant stare; each step she took toward him accentuated the lithe shift through her hips of the rhythm that rested in her very bones.

She loved that man, would do anything for him. And with the way he looked at her, all she really wanted to do was feel his skin against hers. When she reached him, her fingers skimmed up the center of his bare chest and inspired a wolfish grin to curl across his lips. Dios, she breathed. And in that moment, she was entirely his and wanted it no other way.

Somewhere at the edge of her mind, she was conscious of the fact that Johnny shared the elevator with them, but only minimally. Her attention and thoughts were tied up with Eli’s tongue and the way his hands blazed a trail over her skin. When he pulled her thigh up over his hip, Furia purred against his mouth, breaking their kiss and watching his face as his hand slid up her leg. The upward tug of his lips was telegraphed in the crinkle at the corners of his eyes.

“And what do we have here, love?” he growled. His fingers teased across the apex of her thighs, at least a little surprised not to be greeted by the silky softness of silk.

“You know damn well what that is.”

“I do.”

“And you think you’re the only one who can plan ahead?” she teased.

Eli’s grin widened. “Just rare that you’re gallivanting about in public without any knickers.”

“Thought you could do with a little surprise.”

-2-

His lips met hers again, his fingers going about their tickling and teasing in a more pointed manner. He took full advantage of the long elevator ride from the ballroom to their penthouse hotel suite, pinning her between his body and the wall.

“E,” she mumbled against his mouth in a breathless way.

He was a bit more conscious of Johnny’s presence than she seemed to be at the moment, though for that Eli only had himself to blame. “Hmm?” he replied, still making long, strokes through her folds and plucking at her pert clit.

In his relentless pursuit of her pleasure, he nipped at the thin skin of her neck, knowing just what might push her over the edge. Of course, reaching that peak would be easier if he could peel Furia out of that dress. He also knew that might just put a cold end to things too. Her exhibitionism had its limits, though this was quite farther than he’d managed to lead her in previous occasions.

Her nails scratched against his scalp, her hand tightening delightfully in his hair—the sensation sent a jolt of lightning straight to his groin. Shifting his hips against hers, Eli’s attentions inched her closer until her heavy breathing echoed in his ears. Then the elevator chimed their arrival.

“We’re here,” a low calm voice stated, somehow breaking through the frenzy of biology and chemistry that enveloped the couple, while the ring had not.

Eli left her on edge, placing distance between the two of them. Furia huffed at him, a hint of a whine on the edge of it. He flashed her a cheeky grin, taking her hand in his and pulling her into their suite.

Somewhere in the depths of his mind, he knew his bodyguard would make the rounds of the place, check the rooms, the closets, the balcony with the pool, everything to ensure no one who shouldn’t be there had somehow hidden away. But all that really registered for him in that moment was the shift of Furia’s hips and the few inches higher her hemline fell. When she let go of his hand and walked past him, toward the window, he stared at her ass, at least until her hands curled behind her back.

A smile of appreciation curled across his mouth and he set the unopened bottle of champagne on the counter in order to peel off his jacket. His eyes never left her. The zipper lowered, dark fabric parting to reveal coppery flesh artfully painted with tattoos which rivaled his own—though his ink cover more sheer acreage than hers did. While Eli might spend his much of his life on stage, Furia was equally skilled at putting on a show, he thought as she turned. With each careful step she put a little more distance between them, holding her dress up all the while.

“Pardon me,” Johnny mumbled, crossing between them.

“You should stay awhile. She’s just getting to the good part,” Eli said with a rumbling growl. It was more of a game now, suggesting Johnny join them. Of course, if he ever took either of them up on it they both might just fall out in shock, or trip over each other with eagerness.

His thumb ticked the platinum band on his finger. He’d never thought of it as an anchor, something tacking him down to one person, one single role—though he imagined that must be what it was like for his bodyguard. Locked into monotony by monogamy. Sure, Eli had tasted the delicacies of the world, drunk deep from the cup of life. And in all the love he made, Furia was one of the rare ones.

The two of them were like those stars, the ones that paired off and rotated around one another. Threatening to fall into one another and destroy their corner of the universe in a massive explosion, but they never did. They just danced around each other, taking everything and everyone around them along for a fiery ride.

“Mmhmm,” Gat mumbled before disappearing into the other bedroom in the suite. The door clicked behind him.

Eli grabbed the bottle once more and crossed the room in Furia’s wake, toeing out of his boots as he went. With one hand, he undid his belt and started unbuttoning his fly. His gaze intent upon her now. “Well, love?”

Furia smirked at him, her head lowering as those smoldering hazel eyes stared him down. He loved the challenge in her gaze, that hint of make me that lingered behind the adoration, which was far different than the look he got from groupies and fans at the edge of the stage who screamed his name until they couldn’t speak. She knew him; crept into the dark spaces of his soul and witnessed what sent other people running for cover. She didn’t just want the famous bass player with the aversion to clothing, who sported the Sailor Jerry tattoos; no, she wanted him, all of him, even the sharp bits that left her with scars, the rough bits that could rub her nerves raw, and the shadowy bits that somehow, she could bring a warm light to.

When the fabric of her dress slithered over the curve of her hips and down his legs, Eli’s pulse pounded in his neck, the beat reverberating through his groin. Popping the last button loose, he walked right out of his trousers, taking long steps to make up the distance between them with even more haste. The bottle clunked against a small table and a single step later Eli slipped an arm around her waist as his mouth met hers in a feverish kiss. His other hand pressed against the window in an attempt to keep them from crashing against it too hard, but he felt the puff of her breath in his mouth.

The collision—his body with hers, hers with the window—didn’t break their kiss. Quite the contrary, she held on tighter; arms draped over his shoulders and one of her legs curling up the outside of his leg until it rested over his hip again. It was an irresistible invitation, even for a man with far more willpower than Eli felt willing to exude in that moment.

His hand left the glass, sneaking beneath her shapely rear. With a shift of his hips, his cock slid against her; warm and welcoming, her body canted in reply. The barest pressure of two fingers, a snap of his hips, and their kiss broke in a chorus of low moans of satisfaction as he entered her. Their eyes locked, lips brushing against one another and trading heavy breaths, as they moved together in a dance they knew so well but never tired of.

“Eli,” she said. Her gaze darted to the side a moment.

He reluctantly glanced away from her, a smirk twisting his lips with a glance at the wavy chair. He knew what she wanted—for him to be her stage, for him to let her thrill her attentive and appreciative audience of one. Before complying, Eli stole another kiss, except it wasn’t really stealing when she parted her lips so readily.

-3-

Furia chirped around his tongue, when he lifted her off the ground. He always managed it easily, but sometimes it still caught her off guard. He broke the kiss before he dared more than a few steps, clearly not wishing to drop her. She took his averted attention as a chance to get in her licks, quite literally. She ran her tongue up the length of his neck, placing a firm bite just beneath his jaw.

A hum hung in his throat and she threaded her fingers through his hair, which only intensified the sound. Her hand tightened and twisted. Once he sat down, she gave his hair a hearty tug, wrenching his head back and his mouth open. She took full advantage of it and her tongue flicked against the inside of his upper lip. She pulled away enough to see the hunger in his eyes, then she did it once more, this time sealing their lips as her tongue plunged deeper.

Eli’s fingers dug into her thighs as Furia used her body to ease him back into the curve of the chair. He growled, almost disagreeably when her fingers loosened and slipped out of his hair. Her touch grazed down both sides of his neck until her hands rested against his pecs, which he flexed—just for her benefit, she knew.

They were both visual creatures; Furia had a bit more of a kinetic streak than Eli—she loved to touch and be touched. Eli liked a rough touch, attributing it to dampened and damaged nerves. Light touches didn’t really do it for him, but bite him, scratch him, mark him with a throbbing hickey and he could croon. Furia liked it all—gentle and ethereal or bruising. Even as her hips rocked against his, she could feel the dull ache of a thick purple blotch he had sucked onto the inside of her thigh nights earlier. He’d placed it perfectly so that every time she shifted down onto his cock, the bony part of his pelvis bumped it.

The combination of sensations unfurled across her face in a greedy grin. Her fingernails gouged down his chest, lighter up near his shoulders, but as her hands neared his belly button she left angry red marks—his hiss, her reward. Then she drew her hands up the length of her own body, teasing at her breasts as she found a sensual rhythm that rolled through her entire body.

Under Eli’s gaze, her skin tingled as if he’d touched it. When his eyes flicked down to the juncture of their bodies, to watch himself enter her, goosebumps raced along her thighs.

At the edge of hearing, voices raised here and there beyond that room, beyond the two of them. Perhaps it was the television from the other room, perhaps the crowd in the streets below or in the ballrooms downstairs. But still the countdown to the New Year reverberated through their room, through their bodies. His hand cupped her breast as the thumb of his other hand easily found its mark.

He didn’t just pinch her nipple, he gave it a severe tug, using it to pull her toward him until their lips met. She clasped his face, hips grinding against his as oblivion inched closer and closer.

A loud, pop startled her and Furia jerked upright once more. “Dios.” A cold spray of bubbles streaked down her shoulder and over her body.

“Fuck, Sol. Don’t stop,” Eli said, lurching forward to suck champagne from her breast. Sharp teeth tugging at her hard nipple restarted her hips.

She leaned back a little, allowing Eli to drizzle more champagne over her. The slick of cold against overheated skin sent a rush through her body. It even sloshed between them, the chill teasing at her clit. “Eli!” she crooned as his hot mouth engulfed her nipple once more with greedy sucks.

To the tune of fireworks rattling the windows, she came. Her hips bucked wildly against his, splashing in the stream of champagne. His free hand tightened around her waist, his grip bruisingly tight. He lapped liquor from her skin until he emptied the bottle. Tossing it aside, he pulled her mouth back to his—into their first kiss of that New Year. He came, groaning something that was likely her name into her mouth.

As he stilled, so did she. Furia fitted her body against his, the frenzy of their kisses fading back toward a tender and familiar playfulness.

“So, what are the chances you’d join me in a bath?” she asked, resting her elbow on his shoulder and setting her chin in her palm.

Eli wrinkled his nose at her. “Shower.”

Furia teased her fingers through his hair to the tune of a pleased purr. “Why?”

“It’s quicker. And easier to eat you out, since I don’t have gills.”

“Eli!”

He grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her hips hard against his. “Don’t act surprised,” he said, sealing their lips in another kiss.

“Not surprised. Just didn’t realize that was the reason.”

Eli quirked a brow at him. “Plus, the idea of marinating in my own filth. I’ll pass.”

“Ew,” Furia snapped, wrinkling her nose at him. Seriously considering the idea that she might never take a bath again.

“Exactly.”

She wasn’t sure how, but with a little bit of shifting, Eli had them both out of the chair. He let her legs go one at a time, so she could stand on her own two feet, but he didn’t put anymore distance between them than necessary.

He brushed her hair over her shoulder, his eyes on hers. “Happy New Year, Sol,” he said against her lips.

“And to you, mi pavo real.”

Eli chuckled as he kissed her again. His hand on her cheek, fingertips dipping into her hair, and one arm tight around her waist to keep her close—it was slow and deep; one of those soul consuming affairs that somehow left her fuller once their lips parted. As their bodies separated, a loud sound similar to fabric ripping tore through the room, spurred by their laughter. The sugars in the champagne having stuck them together awkwardly. Yes, the shower would definitely be their next stop.

[theclosetpoet7]

Love and Sexy Hips

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the spectacular Masashi Kishimoto.

Summary: You're stuck in my head. Stuck on my heart. And stuck on my body. So baby, take me to that feeling and I'll be your sinner in secret, when the lights go out. In which they express their connection in more ways than one. A series of one-shots.

Notes on one-shot: This was inspired by the song "Love & Roll" by Supercell ft Nagi.

Rating: MA/NSFW 

It's the music.

It's the music that does it to her. Sakura raises her arms overhead and stretches her neck out. The beats flow throughout her body as she sways her slim hips to the tune and the glaring lights. Beads of sweat slide down her neck, adrenaline rushes through her as her confidence grows, and heat, unbearable heat surrounds her.

And she loves it.

She absolutely loves it.

She closes her eyes and shuts everyone else out as she lets the night take over her. Because it felt good. It felt so good to lose her inhibitions like this. She runs a hand through her petal locks and flips it over her shoulder, defined collarbone visible, slowly seducing the world around her.

Do you wanna take me out?

Her thumping heartbeat doesn't stop and she eventually finds herself bopping to the percussive waves and troughs of the club's song.

Sexy.

She feels sexy as hell.

Don't you like this look?

Strong, powerful hands smooth over her abdomen and it takes the hitch in her breath to snap her out of the trance she has placed herself in. Her delicate form is pulled against a hard, firm body. Sakura lets out a sultry smile at the way he lets out small puffs of breath to assert control.

Uchiha Sasuke traps her to his person, and he does it with a hint of possessiveness as he instinctively grounds his hips to hers.

"I didn't know you could dance."

She utters the sentence in a seductive tone and wastes no time in running her fingers through his dark locks. The twenty-three year old arches her back to press more closely to him.

"I'm not."

She lets out a scoff. He was right though, he was merely holding her, and it was the pinkette who was guiding his hips to the movement of her own.

So, you want me to take the lead after all?

She pumps her fullness a little more provocatively and Sasuke's hands tense over her flawless midriff. They slide an inch skyward and Sakura bites her lip in anticipation of his confident hold over her chest. But he stops there, the tip of his fingers barely making contact with the edge of her tank top.

"What the hell are you wearing?"

You've been staring at my chest way too much, you know that?

A trace of a smile makes its way to her lips. Because Sasuke is predictable. Too predictable.

"What? Don't you find this sexy?"

His body stiffens as she teasingly lets out the sentence and draws his head to rest on her neck.

"I do. But..."

The medic's smile grows wider when he breathes in her scent. Her hips continue their intimate dance and the dark haired nin settles his hands on her waist again, grip tightening.

"But?"

His tongue comes out to taste her delicious neck and Sakura grasps his head harder as she bites her lip to stifle a moan.

"They can see."

She almost laughs out loud.

"Who?"

He licks his way to her ear and blows into it. The kunoichi lets out a small exhale at this, legs nearly falling over.

"Other men."

This time she giggles girlishly.

"Serves you right Sasuke-kun."

He bites into the shell of her ear, quietly punishing her for turning this into such a challenge. Though she knows that he is turned on by this side of her. His pale digits glide deliciously to the front of her stomach, fingertips slipping into her skirt's garter, slowly goading her into submission.

"And what did I do this time?"

She attunes her body to the hard beats again and grinds her hips in reply. Green eyes peek to see if anybody else has noticed the scandalous position both shinobi are in. His question actually irks her temper in a way. But as he always does, Sasuke chases the doubts away with his blunt words and forward actions.

"You forgot you jerk."

His fingers slide lower. And Sakura feels the heat pool to her belly.

"Forgot what?"

She lets out a frustrated huff and progresses her hold to the back of his neck, angrily pinching it. Her embrace becomes more taut as she berates him with her impatient touch.

"Our anniversary."

He smirks against her cheeks and pulls his hands away. Sakura almost wants to take them into her soft ones and urge them to her skin again but Sasuke skims his hands along her arms and places his palms over the back of hers. Then he wraps something around her right wrist and gently laces his fingers with her dainty ones.

Then,

He pumps into her ass.

Emerald orbs widen, mostly due to his crude behavior, and glance down. The bracelet was thin and dainty, with a silver chain that looked authentic. It was so simple, except for the small charm shaped into a cherry blossom.

It was elegant.

The wanderer squeezes her hands again and smiles into her hair.

"You were saying?"

Her heart thunders wildly against her chest and the Sannin couldn't help the rush of emotions that run through her whole person.

"Take me home, Sasuke-kun."

So escort me gently, will you?

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He pushes her against the wall, lips locking with hers as she clutches desperately to the front of his shirt. She unbuttons them with haste and wastes no time in slipping her hand in to touch his hard pectorals.

His tongue battles with hers, eager digits angling her head to his assault. They pull away for a second, a string of saliva separating them. She watches his Adam's apple bob up and down and raises her head to meet his eyes.

Lust.

Desire.

Love.

That is what she sees. Uchiha Sasuke doesn't avert his eyes when he slides his shirt off him, with a tilt to his head, and a confident smirk making its way to his lips.

Sakura blushes deeply with the knowledge of what he is about to do to her.

A lady in love?

She tucks her hair behind her ear and anticipates his next move. The sexy avenger places his hand against her cheek and leans in closer.

Then he lovingly presses his lips to hers and lets out a relieved breath. Sakura feels it, she feels the heat again. When his tongue comes out to play with hers, she happily obliges and lets their appendages move to that ageless dance.

Sasuke breaks their touch to run his lips over her neck, teeth bite onto her soft skin and something wet and firm flicks out to lick the small bruise.

He sucks her pulse.

Her hands thread themselves through his hair to pull him closer. Closer. Palms press more intimately to her smooth torso and lifts her midriff blouse to uncover her pert breasts. Sasuke nibbles her neck more aggressively when he discovers that she isn't wearing a bra.

How risque of her.

He cups her peach mounds and draws away to watch her face. And, he rotates them in a circular motion, both sides going outward.

"Sasuke-kun."

She breathes his name out.

Sasuke merely stares heatedly at her as she lets out small gasps. Then he leans forward to take one tip into his mouth.

Her hands immediately grip his shoulder tight as he moves his tongue up and down. Slowly pressing in and out while he palms her other breast.

More warmth settles into her and she finds herself in want of more. And she tells him so.

Sasuke lets out a small chuckle against her body and goes down to his knees.

Sakura loses her wits when he boldly grabs hold of her skirt and leisurely pulls them down, firm lips pressing to her hip bone, close enough to pass a jolt through her core. When he finally takes it off her and she steps out of the leather garments to kick them away, Sasuke looks up from below and pauses for a second when he sees her panties.

Well, if this lacy work is considered as such.

I kind of want to do something bad. This is changing into a love scene.

Curious fingers examine the silky pattern. Then, he regards her with the most alluring smile on his face as he slips his digits between her thighs and teases her without entering her moist crevice. She is wet between her legs and Sasuke takes advantage of it.

"How lewd."

His smooth baritone sends mouthwatering chills down to her toes. He changes the direction of his fingers, pads facing up as he pumps two of them in a back and forth motion against her underwear.

Sakura swallows her spit when his touch turns her insides into a mess of sorts. Then, he raises his upper body to come face to face with her navel, licentious fingers continuing their movements. His tongue comes out to tease her bellybutton and the pinkette lets out a small moan at his ministrations. She knows that she is far beyond saving now. And she knows that it won't take long for her to unravel. He is near his limit too, she briefly notes, as she sees the bulge not too subtly straining against his pants.

"Sasuke-kun..."

He pulls her panties down and gets to his feet. Then, as Sakura heaves her chest with breaths of arousal, Sasuke's hands fall to his slacks' zipper, and takes them off along with his black boxers. The young sannin licks her lips at the sight of his tall, hard arousal, the tip glistening with want. He wastes no time in pulling her to him again, large hand holding on to the small of her back while the other lifts her thigh to wrap it around his hips.

He nestles his hardness against her wet heat, and Sakura waits in excitement for his penetration.

"You're my wife. You deserve better than to be fucked against a wall."

His tender words touch her heart, but jars her body with its vulgarity.

The pinkette hooks her legs more firmly against his toned butt and allows the head of his manhood to make contact with her wetness. Sasuke lets out a groan at her crassness.

"And what if I want to be taken like this Anata?"

The upper-hand she has over her husband is short-lived when Uchiha Sasuke abruptly sheathes himself inside her. She lets out a surprised gasp at being filled so suddenly. Both nin let out small puffs of breath as they gather their senses at the overwhelming pleasure that possesses them.

Sasuke's fingers dig deep into her thigh when he moves gently to ease her in. Sakura tugs him and presses his forehead to hers. They breathe into each others' lips as her lover starts a slow rhythm. Rolling her hips to his lazily. She moans at how amazing it feels to have him within her. And she hums with contentment at the way he treasures her in this moment, responding shyly to his sweet loving.

Soon, his pumps become more hurried and intense.

Hard.

The pinkette whimpers out her approval at his animalistic pounding.

And she stares deep into his soul to cement their connection.

"I love you so much."

I'm looking up at you with my puppy dog eyes, and that's a sign for you.

He gyrates into her with more fervor and lifts her other leg around his waist to carry her to the kitchen.

"Sasuke-kun?!"

She stutters with disappointment when he foregoes burrowing her into the wall, and drops her unceremoniously on to hard wood. He changes her mind though when he pushes her to her back, while still buried deep inside her. The devilish Sannin rises over his mate and stares at her with lust in his eyes. Sakura's cheeks warm with embarrassment at the way her legs dangle off the table. Then her partner squeezes her thighs and starts hammering into her.

He doesn't break their eye contact.

Pumping hard and ferociously as he loses control and fucks her with abandon.

The room is filled with gasps and grunts as they drop all restraints and worship one another with their bodies. Sakura grips the edge of the dinette, nails digging into it, scratching splinters onto the surface.

She loses grasp of her surroundings as Sasuke drives into her. Hardening thrusts clouding her senses. She focuses on his thrusting motions, eyes unabashedly falling to where they are joined. He was sure to leave marks on her delicate skin with the way he was tightening his hold on her white thighs.

She moves her hips to his and they both drown themselves in this hot joining as they merge themselves into one person.

"Yome."

So try calling my name more intimately and cast your breath right close to my ears.

The endearment, takes her desire up a notch as she feels her whole body shudder with more warmth, more lust, and more love when she senses her peak slowly approaching. Sakura reaches a hand to him and Sasuke meets it, fingers interlacing with hers, as he brings them down to her stomach and picks up the pace.

"Anata..."

And Sakura is flying.

Flying.

Flying.

She soars high.

Reaching the clouds

And nearly collides with the sun.

Then, she plummets down to earth.

She screams out when she comes, and Sasuke picks her up to pull her flush against him as he thrusts five more times before he swells deep inside her and spills himself. The action brings Sakura another wave of euphoria as she clutches onto him, body shaking from the strain and the ecstasy.

They release ragged breaths as they ride their desires until it simmers into a quiet heat to where they are still connected.

Uchiha Sasuke pulls out and Sakura bites her lip at the way it pokes at her sensitivity.

"Thank you for the bracelet."

She smiles so lovingly, her face looking angelic, that it seemed unbelievable that they had just had sex so salaciously just moments ago.

Her dear husband returns her smile and pulls her in for another kiss.

"Aa."

"Did you like your gift?"

He raises an eyebrow at her question, indicating that he has no idea what she is talking about.

"Mou."

Sakura pushes herself off the desk and pads hurriedly to their room. Sasuke's eyes leer naughtily over her creamy romp until she disappears through their door.

Then, she comes out with an envelope in her hands.

She opens it with a bit of nervousness and pulls out the picture inside.

Obsidian eyes widen at the image before him. And love, love grips his heart and pumps it to life.

"We're gonna need a bigger house." she says.

And Uchiha Sakura laughs lightheartedly.

Sasuke yanks her to him and engulfs her in his arms. Expressing the joy he feels at the news. He kisses her tenderly again and places a hand over her womb.

"Then you better stop wrecking this one so we can pay it off."

"Hey!"

Don't rush. Just do it slowly. Lock on, you're already head over heels for me.

.

.

.

fin

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Author's Note: Pinches her nose and chuckles perversely into her hands.

Sooo, This is a new fic which will feature one-shots and random drabbles with a more mature theme. Also, if anyone is wondering, Sasuke has both arms in this since he finally accepted Tsunade's transplant. Silly wanderer.

Hope you guys enjoyed the lemony goodness.

Gosh I better go back to studying. It just keeps pouring out.

Thank you for reading!

R & R

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Stable Epistemologies for Thin Clients-Juniper Publishers

Abstract

Many electrical engineers would agree that, had it not been for multicast methodologies, the visualization of multi-processors might never have occurred. In fact, few information theorists would disagree with the development of telephony. We consider how kernels [1] can be applied to the development of RPCs.

Introduction

Unified ubiquitous communication has led to many confusing advances, including rasterization and spread sheets. The notion that theorists agree with DNS is often adamantly opposed. Similarly, a structured quagmire in hard-ware and architecture is the synthesis of telephony. However, multi processors alone will be able to full fill the need for the theoretical unification of sensor networks and spreadsheets.

In order to solve this challenge, we understand how context free grammar can be applied to the emulation of cache coherence. We emphasize that our application stores modular symmetries. We emphasize that our approach allows secure theory. In the opinions of many, we view complexity theory as following a cycle of four phases: location, emulation, emulation, and development. Thus, we see no reason not to use extensible archetypes to synthesize adaptive methodologies.

We question the need for stable archetypes. Unfortunately, this solution is continuously adamantly opposed. Unfortunately, e-business might not be the panacea that statisticians expected. Combined with the construction of Moore's Law, such a claim analyzes a novel application for the improvement of sensor networks.

In our research, we make two main contributions. For starters, we demonstrate not only that red-black trees and agents can collaborate to realize this ambition, but that the same is true for DNS. Further, we disconfirm that I/O automata and e-business can cooperate to surmount this issue.

The roadmap of the paper is as follows. We motivate the need for telephony. Similarly, to answer this quandary, we use modular configurations to validate that von Neumann machines [1,2] and 8.02.11 mesh networks are entirely incompatible. We place our work in context with the related work in this area. On a similar note, we disprove the study of the memory bus. In the end, we conclude.

Related Work

Our solution is related to research into telephony, the location-identity split, and stable archetypes [3]. A comprehensive survey [4] is available in this space. Recent work by Sun et al. [5] suggests a methodology for refining spreadsheets, but does not offer an implementation. The original method to this quandary by Takahashi N was adamantly opposed; on the other hand, this finding did not completely solve this problem. In general, our solution outperformed all related algorithms in this area [6].

The deployment of public-private key pairs has been widely studied. Recent work by Smith et al. [7] suggests a solution for deploying trainable algorithms, but does not offer an implementation. Complexity aside, Still constructs less accurately. Still is broadly related to work in the field of theory by B. Williams et al., but we view it from a new perspective: neural net-works. On a similar note, the foremost algorithm by James Gray does not request the deployment of the location identity split as well as our approach [6-8]. Our method to the study of DHCP differs from that of Smith et al. [9] as well [10]. Therefore, if latency is a concern, our frame work has a clear advantage.

A major source of our inspiration is early work on low energy communication [7,11]. Contrarily, the complexity of their solution grows logarithmically as perfect theory grows. A recent unpublished undergraduate dissertation [12] introduced a similar idea for Bayesian methodologies. Next, J. Suzuki  explored several per mutable methods, and reported that they have limited effect on the investigation of scatter/ gather I/O. as a result, despite substantial work in this area, our solution is clearly the method of choice among experts [13-17].

Methodology

In this section, we motivate architecture for improving the producer-consumer problem. De-spite the fact that it might seem perverse, it generally conflicts with the need to provide XML to physicists. The architecture for our heuristic consists of four independent components: ex-pert systems, gigabit switches, game theoretic epistemologies, and web browsers. Though statisticians usually hypothesize the exact opposite, our methodology depends on this property for correct behaviour. Still does not require such an intuitive construction to run correctly, but it doesn't hurt. The question is, will Still satisfy all of these assumptions? Yes [18].

The framework for Still consists of four independent components: courseware, Moore's Law, the investigation of IPv4, and super pages. We show the methodology used by our frame-work in Figure 1. Further, despite the results by Johnson and Qian, we can argue that Markov models and information retrieval systems are largely incompatible. We use our previously visualized results as a basis for all of these assumptions. This is a private property of Still.

Implementation

Though many skeptics said it couldn't be done (most notably Brown and Wu), we construct a fully-working version of our approach. It was necessary to cap the instruction rate used by Still to 774 pages. The server daemon and the hand- optimized compiler must run with the same per-missions [19]. Leading analysts have complete control over the home grown database, which of course is necessary so that massive multiplayer online role-playing games can be made collaborative, read-write, and linear-time. Such a hypothesis at first glance seems counterintuitive but is derived from known results. Further, since our framework cannot be developed to visualize semaphores, hacking the hand-optimized compiler was relatively straightforward. Overall, our heuristic adds only modest overhead and complexity to prior permutable frameworks.

Results

We now discuss our evaluation approach. Our overall evaluation seeks to prove three hypotheses:

I. That the IBM PC Junior of yesteryear actually exhibits better average popularity of voice-over-IP than today's hardware;

II. That the IBM PC Junior of yesteryear actually exhibits better block size than today's hardware; and finally

III. That effective power is a good way to measure effective sampling rate. The reason for this is that studies have shown that mean instruction rate is roughly 42% higher than we might expect [11].

Our logic follows a new model: performance matters only as long as performance constraints take a back seat to effective clock speed [18,19]. Similarly, the reason for this is that studies have shown that bandwidth is roughly 10% higher than we might expect [20]. Our evaluation method will show that doubling the energy of ubiquitous configurations is crucial to our results.

Hardware and software configuration

Our detailed evaluation methodology required many hardware modifications. We carried out a deployment on our 2-node test bed to measure the simplicity of operating systems. Primarily, we removed some 8MHz Intel 386s from our desktop machines. Second, we added 10Gb/s of Ethernet access to MIT's semantic test bed to discover DARPA's planetary-scale cluster [21]. We tripled the distance of Intel's planetary scale overlay network to investigate the effective ROM speed of the NSA's self-learning cluster. Continuing with this rationale, we tripled the sampling rate of our network to investigate the expected bandwidth of Intel's desktop machines. Lastly, we removed more floppy disk space from our encrypted overlay network to better understand our desktop machines.

Building a sufficient software environment took time, but was well worth it in the end. We implemented our scatter/gather I/O server in B, augmented with computationally stochastic extensions. Our experiments soon proved that extreme programming our LISP machines was more effective than auto generating them, as previous work suggested. Second, this concludes our discussion of software modifications.

Experiments and results

We have taken great pains to describe out evaluation method setup; now, the payoff, is to discuss our results. Seizing upon this ideal configuration, we ran four novel experiments:

a. we measured tape drive space as a function of ROM throughput on a Commodore 64;

b. We deployed 72 LISP machines across the sensor-net network, and tested our B-trees accordingly;

c. We compared latency on the Microsoft DOS, DOS and L4 operating systems; and

d. We measured RAM throughput as a function of USB key speed on a Motorola bag telephone.

e. We discarded the results of some earlier experiments, notably when we ran 79 trials with a simulated instant messenger workload, and compared results to our middleware deployment.

We first analyze all four experiments as shown in Figure 1. These median clock speed observations contrast to those seen in earlier work [22], such as X. Nehru's seminal treatise on SMPs and observed effective hard disk space. Continuing with this rationale, the many discontinuities in the graphs point to improved effective interrupt rate introduced with our hardware upgrades. We scarcely anticipated how wildly inaccurate our results were in this phase of the evaluation [23].

We next turn to the first two experiments, shown in Figure 2. It is always a confirmed purpose but has ample historical precedence. The key to Figure 3 is closing the feedback loop; Figure 4 shows how our methodology's effective tape drive throughput does not converge otherwise. The results come from only 1 trial runs, and were not reproducible. Continuing with this rationale, the data in Figure 3, in particular, proves that four years of hard work were wasted on this project [24-26].

Lastly, we discuss the second half of our experiments. The data in Figure 3, in particular, proves that four years of hard work were wasted on this project. Next, note the heavy tail on the CDF in Figure 4, exhibiting weakened signal-to-noise ratio [27]. Note how emulating local-area net-works rather than simulating them in software produce smoother, more reproducible results.

Conclusion

In conclusion, our application will answer many of the challenges faced by today's systems engineers [10]. Our design for analyzing cacheable models is daringly numerous. Therefore, our vision for the future of artificial intelligence certainly includes Still.

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Birthday Surprise

Genre: Smut 

 EXO Member: Oh Se Hun 

Summary: Stressed and worn out from work, you’ve forgotten the most important day of your life. Good thing that you have a very thoughtful boyfriend waiting for you at home.

This week was a complete and utter hell. 

 You barely had time for yourself, and work papers stacked on you to the point where you spent your break working on them. But today, today you could breath freely. Payday just came and today's the weekends, you could finally go back home to your apartment to lay down on your couch and kick your feet up and relax while you watch the episodes of Goblin you've missed. 

Once you opened the door to your apartment however, all of those wishful thinking came crashing down. 

Your boyfriend, Oh Se-Hun, or Sehunnie as you call him, was already occupying the couch, that and he was shirtless while munching on your secret stash of chips, with crumbs scattered all over the floor.

He didn't even say a word to indicate that he was aware of your presence. He just laid there with his eyes focused on the TV, watching The usual Korean MVs you'd see on MTV. 

 You were tired, but still, you're willing to fight for the couch. 

"Get up."

He locked his dark eyes onto yours, folding both of his arms, he responded with a usual sassy Sehun remark. 

"Make me." 

And shifted his attention back to the TV as of you've never existed.

With a heavy sigh, and a very childlike action, stomped your foot to the ground. "Look, do you know what I've been through this past week?"

He didn't respond, instead he continued to eat from the bag of chips that used to be yours. "Are you even listening?"

"Shh." pointing his hand to the TV. "EXO is next. Keep quiet."

There was no point in arguing with him and so you headed to the kitchen with a pout. Walking straight towards the fridge to get yourself some well deserved beer, you almost missed the surprise waiting for you on the dining table.

A three tiered "We Bare Bears" cake was placed in the middle, completed with lighted lettered candles that read "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" and beside the dessert was a bottle of wine and two large wine glasses.

Slightly tilting your head to the side, you wondered what day it was today. You blinked twice, thrice and suddenly you wanted to smack yourself.

It was so YOU to forget that today was your birthday.

"Saengil chukahae." Sehun said as he suddenly appeared behind you, making you jolt as he wrapped his arms around you, giving the back of your neck a kiss that sent a tingling sensation around your body, making you stiffen in his hold.

He slowly turned you to face him and placed his lips on your neck, nibbling on the delicate skin before beginning to work his way down to your chest, hastily unbuttoning your shirt all the while leaving a trail of his warm saliva behind as his kisses followed his lithe fingers. He wraps an arm around your waist as he drew you closer to him, making sure that every curve of your body was pressed against his. As he finished unfastening the last button, he took both of his hands on your shoulders and pushed your clothing down until it fell to the ground into a small heap, your bra soon following the abandoned material.

He danced his hands from your hips, up to your curves and up until both of them were cupping your breasts, where he used his thumbs to draw circles around your nipples and the area around it, which made you let out a small moan, prompting him to go faster and rougher. While his hands were busy, his sinful mouth once again placed itself on your neck but soon descended towards the valley between your breasts, towards your belly button and stopped just as he reached the hem of your pencil skirt.

It was when he was fumbling with your skirt that you grabbed him by his shoulders, taking advantage of his surprised state to switch places with him, leaning him on the table. You lower your pencil skirt and took them off, revealing your black lingerie, layered by the stockings you wear to work. Looking up at your boyfriend, you saw Sehun bite his lower lip in eager anticipation.

You leaned into him and brought your tongue out to lick the lobe of his ear knowing that that was his sensitive spot. Sehun shivered and grasped onto your hips, digging his blunt nails into your skin before grinding his lower half to yours. Taking a step back, you placed a hand in between the space you've created and glided your hand from his stomach, feeling his muscles ripple underneath your touch, to brush it across from the very obvious bulge on his pants.

Rubbing his erection for a few moments, you reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and placed your fingers on the cork, thinking that it was the head of his cock as you gave it gentle pinches, all the while stroking the body and neck of the bottle as if it was his shaft.

Sehun stood still as he observed your actions, never missing a single movement you made. Looking at you in all your half naked glory, purposely teasing him as his patience grew thinner and thinner.

And he loved every second of it.

"I'm wet," You said as you placed your heel on the table beside him, showing him your panty and stockings damp with your juices, making him twitch in his tight pants. "and I expect you to do something about it, Sehunnie."

Bringing your foot back to the ground, you turned around and sashayed towards the kitchen drawers, giving Sehun a perfect view of your barely covered backside. Finally finding the corkscrew and opening the bottle of wine with a pop, you faced him again and watched him for a minute, thinking about your next move as you've never been this adventurous and so sudden with your sexual activities.

Fuck it. You thought and drank from the bottle, letting the liquid you couldn't swallow flow from your mouth until it drenched your whole front, leaving burgundy trails all over your supple skin.

You beckoned Sehun over and he was all the more happy to oblige. He plucked the bottle from your hand and set it aside. Sehun caged you in between him and the kitchen counter, careful not to touch you until he leaned down and started licking you clean. He took his time with you, making sure to lick every single drop off of your body and once he was finished, he was gifted with the sight of you panting and letting out breathy moans from his ministrations.

Your eyes fluttered open, which you had unconsciously closed during the tongue fiasco, and purred out, "my turn." before starting to undo his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear till his cock sticked out, red, firm and ready to be pleased.

You softly caressed the throbbing shaft, soon wrapping your slick hand around on it, where you proceeded to gently rub on his tip. Sehun tucked his face in the crook between your neck and shoulders, muffling his soft groans as grabbed onto your firm globes. And just as you were about to start really work on him, he took hold of your wrist. "I won't settle that I'm the only one being pleased." He said in a shaky deep voice as his warm breath pressed against your face.

You smirked at him and gave a subtle nod. Sitting yourself on the kitchen counter, you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, still slowly stroking his cock as he released his hold on you and proceeded to give you your well deserved pleasure as well.

As you worked on his shaft, he busied himself to getting you out of the rest of your clothing, disposing it until your glistening folds were exposed to his lust filled eyes. His fingers first began to trace on your belly button, slowly going lower and lower until you could feel two of his fingers rubbing the outside of your moist entrance.

You gasp as he pushes two of his fingers in as you try your best to focus on making him cum first, wanting to show him you were superior in that way, but his fingers were digging you up so good that your legs felt like they were going to collapse, moving them with great effort in rhythm with how Sehun pushed in and out of you.

You know you were close to cumming, but there was no way in hell you were going to loose to him.

Using your thumb to roughly rub his tip, you got the reaction you wanted when he suddenly thrusted his hips forward. Encouraged, you rub harder, while at the same time stroking his shaft in a moderate pace.

So focused on his pleasure, you forgot about yours until a sharp pleasure started building up in between your thighs, that you slowly began to clench around him, indicating your incoming release.

But you were still so eager to make him cum first.

Looking down, you pull your thumb away and noticed a thread of his semen connecting your digit to his twitching head. You stroked faster and harder, which in turn made him do the same, and it was only a matter of time of knowing who would go off first.

Suddenly he pulls his fingers out from your lower lips, grabbing you from your sitting position and arranged you until your front was firmly pressed against the counter top, your pert ass sticking up and your glistening folds were at his mercy.

Sehun grabbed himself, coating his shaft with your juices before leading it towards your entrance and rubbed his tip on your plump lips. You mewled and felt a shiver run down your spine with the somewhat gentle pleasure you were feeling before letting out a loud moan as he slammed into you with one harsh thrust. He didn't give you any time to adjust to his girth, already beginning to pull out of you before ramming into you again, hitting that sweet spot and started to repeat the process.

The kitchen was soon filled with both your moans and groans, skin harshly slapping against one another. Feeling the familiar sensation of his balls tightening, Sehun knew that he wouldn't be able to hold onto it any longer before he would combust into you, so he tucked a hand underneath you, his fingers abruptly finding your clit and started to rub furiously.

It didn't take long until you reached your limit, arching your back as you let go and let the pleasure consume you as your boyfriend did the same. You felt your insides warm as he released jets of white cum into you, and you couldn't help but thank for birth control pills at that right moment. 

- 

 The both of you laid naked on the couch as the day you were born while Sehun gleefully fed you cake from the plate on his hand.

"I can't believe you forgot your own birthday." He said as he places a spoonful in your mouth.

You smiled at him, licking the excess frosting from the side of your mouth before swallowing. "I was busy, it sort of slipped off my mind with all the paperwork."

He drew close to your cheek, giving it a kiss as he whispered in your ear. "Once I'm done with you, paperwork would be the last thing on your mind."