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unicornsandpugs · 15 days ago

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A New Perspective

Pairing: Reed Richards x Journalist f!reader

Summary: You interview Reed. He teaches you about his stress management techniques.

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, unprotected PinV (wrap it up kids), oral female receiving, hand stuff, the whole shebang really, PWP

I have never and will never use AI for my writing. Please do not put my work into AI, thank you!

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The brief your boss had given you was to expose. To dig deep. Get personal.

It was your biggest assignment yet, a chance to make a name for yourself. The responsibility of interviewing one of, if not the most famous person in the world didn’t come lightly.

You sat in the front seat of your beat up coupe car, taking deep breaths in… and out. You had this.

They’d picked you for a reason. Your way with words. Your journalistic prowess. That’s what you kept telling yourself anyway.

You grabbed your worn burgundy leather handbag from the passenger seat and with one final grounding exhale, exited the car.

As you stood, you adjusted your dark grey pinstripe pencil skirt, pulling it down so the slit running up the back sat at a respectable height. Your hands gently re-tucked the bottom of your black silk blouse which had slipped out of your waistband.

That was enough procrastinating. It was time.

You looked up the vast shaft of the Baxter Building, making your way to the entrance. The intimidating height and impeccable modern design made you feel small and insignificant.

The sound of your stilettos clicked along the marble floor as you approached the receptionist, a kind looking lady in her 50s. The sound ceased as you stilled and smiled over the futuristic desk at her.

“Good morning, I’m here to interview Dr Richards, I believe he is expecting me.”

“Certainly miss, he is ready for you now. I’ll contact his assistant to take you up to him. Please feel free to take a seat,” she replied in a professional tone as she started dialling a number on the desk phone.

You lowered yourself into a modern white high-back chair, taking the opportunity to review your notes.

You removed your scuffed leather-bound notebook from your handbag. It had accompanied you to every interview you’d conducted, it was as much a lucky charm as it was a writing utensil. As you placed it gently on your lap, the notebook fell open at the ribbon marked page.

Reed Richards - “Mister Fantastic”

> Family man

> Hero

> Protector

> Role model

> Symbol of hope

> Leader

A recent focus group’s words to describe the man you would be meeting imminently. They taunted you, building him into a legend, an idea.

You glanced over the questions you had drafted below, rehearsing them in your head.

The sound of footsteps broke your concentration, as a skinny, tall brunette man approached you with a welcoming smile and an open palm. Your name fell from his lips in greeting as he introduced himself as Dr Richards’ assistant. “It’s lovely to meet you in person finally, Dr Richards is ready for you now. I’ll bring you up to his office.”

“Likewise, and thank you. How is he today?” you asked sweetly with a smile, as you both started to walk towards the elevator.

How is he today? It was a simple question which you found could tell you more than an hour-long interview could. It was your party trick. It gave context to your subject’s answers, and helped you to read between lines.

“He’s very well thank you, though it’s a particularly stressful time for him given the importance of his research at the moment,” the assistant answered, his voice lowering slightly as he offered the information to you like a secret.

“Of course, saving the world sounds like a stressful responsibility,” you answered with a casual laugh, aiming to disarm him.

“And a responsibility is exactly how he sees it. The weight of it is immense, it’s a level of stress I don’t think we could comprehend,” his assistant continued, sounding equal parts worried for, and in awe of his boss. “That kind of stress can seep into all areas of your life,” he added cryptically as the elevator dinged and the glass doors opened onto the 20th floor.

You followed as his assistant directed you towards a heavy wooden door. He knocked sharply twice, immediately met with a deep “Come in.”

He turned to you with a small smile, “This is where I leave you, good luck.” You thanked him and rested your hand on the brass handle, gently pushing down. The door opened to reveal the vast, lived-in, intimate office of the smartest man in the universe.

Despite the complex mathematical equations scribbled over the chalkboard walls, and the high-tech equipment scattered across the space, it felt warm and welcoming.

You’d been so distracted observing your environment, you hadn’t noticed your interviewee’s gaze taking you in. His eyes danced over your form, from your profile to your heels.

You turned and focused your attention on the man in question, who was rounding his desk, taking wide strides towards you. His focus didn’t waver from your face, a kind smile graced his classically-handsome face and he extended his hand (and arm) towards you, showing off his incredible power as if it was a party trick.

You shook his hand gently with a chuckle, his calloused hand felt warm in yours. Your gaze held his for a beat too long.

“It’s so lovely to meet you Dr Richards,” you said trying to sound confident. He was even more gorgeous in person than you were expecting. “Our readers are highly anticipating this article on you.”

“Please, call me Reed. And it’s lovely to meet you too, please take a seat,” he said in his smooth, deep voice, pointing to a chair across from his desk.

You positioned yourself across from the broad-shouldered genius, as he lowered himself back into this desk chair.

“I’m sure you’re used to interviews by now, you probably don’t need the pointers?” Your tone was light and jovial, hoping to skip past the formalities.

“Indeed, and just a warning, there aren’t many questions I haven’t been asked already,” he replied with humour laced in his voice.

“Noted. I’ll bring my A-game then,” you rebutted with a smirk.

You pulled a travel recorder from your bag and placed it on the large mahogany desk, clicking the start button.

“We’ll start with an easy one… as the smartest being in the universe you’re best placed to answer this. What is the meaning of life?”

The wrinkles around Reed’s eyes deepened as he let out a genuine laugh. “I haven’t been asked that question before actually.”

He took a moment to think, the refreshing question actually making his brain work hard, he was used to having all the answers.

His eyes met yours, something deep and introspective swirling in them. “Love,” he said seriously. “Without it, what’s the point?”

You smiled at the answer, a cliche, but a sweet one. “That’s a beautiful answer.”

“It’s an honest one.”

“What kind of love? Romantic?”

“Not necessarily, love can mean many things.”

“Give me an example.”

“Love to me is family.”

“Sue?”

“Of course, among others.”

The conversation ping-ponged, like a game, a challenge. He was closed off. You needed to redirect.

“If there’s one job that could turn your hair grey, it’s saving the world… how do you deal with the stress?”

“Distraction,” he answered quickly, without missing a beat.

“Can you elaborate on that?”

“Clearing the mind and then refocusing. The new perspective can be a game-changer.”

“And how do you distract yourself?” you asked evenly, the questions and answers were still short. You needed to find an in.

Reed coughed, his cheeks acquired a slight pink dusting. “Many ways… exercise, art to name a few.”

You needed to dig deeper. The shift in his tone interested you. The cracks were starting to show.

“Interesting… when’s the last time you successfully distracted yourself? In a way that resulted in a game-changing new perspective?”

Reeds eyes avoided yours. His gaze lowered, for a second you thought he looking over your body, but you were convinced you must have imagined it. He quickly snapped his gaze away, towards the equations which littered the walls.

“That’s difficult to say.”

“I think you’re avoiding the question.” You were bullish, you hadn’t got to where you are today without stepping a little too close to the line.

Reeds eyes snapped to yours, his eyebrow raised slightly in surprise.

“It’s private.”

“Sexual?” You said the word on instinct, lost in the game of it all. You also wondered if that particular word was on your mind because of the handsome man sat only 3 feet away.

Reed spluttered a cough. He sat up straighter in his chair, leaning over his desk slightly as he spoke to you in a low voice.

“That is incredibly inappropriate.”

You faltered slightly. Shit. You had taken it too far. You’d gotten swept up in the back and forth, your competitive side wanting to ‘win’.

In a smaller voice you whispered out your apologies. “Sorry Dr Richards, I’m not sure what came over me.”

He shook his head “It’s fine, I um… can I speak off the record?”

You nodded quickly and paused the recorder “Of course, I’m so sorry Dr Richards, I hope we can continue the interview. I will wipe this from the recording.”

“Of course we can continue, sorry I’m not used to things getting that personal. You have a talent for finding the truth, I can tell.”

Your eyebrows drew together slightly at his ambiguous comment. Did he mean you were right? You were still talking off the record, for your own selfish reasons you wanted to push.

“So it was?”

“Was what?”

“Sexual.”

Reed looked at you, really looked at you. You could see he was fighting an internal battle, was he really going to confirm your theory?

“Off the record?”

“Of course,” you answered as you made a point to show the recorder which displayed a pause symbol.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Warmth bubbled in your abdomen. “With Sue?”

“Jesus, do you have an off button?”

“Sorry.”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“People tell me things, I think I have a face people trust,” you offered with a chuckle, “that’s my superpower”.

“Yes, your face is… trustworthy.” The words sounded heavy.

“So not Sue…”

“I need distractions… often. We have an agreement.”

“I see.” Your thighs squeezed together.

He noticed. It sent his blood rushing south, he shifted in his seat.

“How do you distract yourself?” He asked, wanting to confirm if his suspicions were correct.

“I don’t like to distract myself, I like to experience everything I think. The good and the bad,” you said honestly. “I like to be present”.

“When did you last distract yourself?”

“I don’t— oh.” You gulped in realisation at what his question actually meant. “Quite a while ago”.

“That’s a shame,” Reed said, his voice was lower now, carrying a gravelly tone that wasn’t present before. “I’m sure you know about my research at the moment.”

“Of course, it’s incredibly important.” You gulped, unsure where the conversation was going, the depth and cadence of his voice had shifted significantly.

“Yes it is. It’s incredibly stressful.”

Oh.

“I can only imagine.” You couldn’t believe this was happening. “I suppose a new perspective could be beneficial?”

Reeds pupils dilated, his cock twitched at the insinuation. His arm began to stretch, discretely travelling around the grand desk, unnoticed by you. As his hand reached the hem of your skirt, you let out a sharp gasp of shock and excitement.

“A new perspective would be very beneficial,” he whispered as his fingers travelled up your thigh.

You sucked in a breath as his long fingers gently stroked over your wetness, which was thinly concealed by a pair of black lace panties.

“Is this ok?” Reed asked gently, his desperate eyes holding contact with yours.

You nodded eagerly “Yes,” you breathed out, wanting him to apply more pressure to the increasingly damp patch.

His elongated fingers gently moved the lace aside, finally making contact with where you wanted him the most.

“Fuck… you’re so wet already.”

“Oh…” you breathed out shakily as his extended fingers started to stroke through your silky folds. They found your bud of nerves easily and with small, circular motions applied pressure. Your hips bucked upwards, begging for more.

Reed stood and rounded the desk, without halting his movements. He easily used his other arm, elongated, to lift you and place you onto his sturdy wooden desk.

He crowded you, slotting his thighs between yours. Your face was now inches away from his, giving you the chance to map every line and freckle.

“I’ve wanted to touch you ever since you walked through my door in this tight skirt.”

You whimpered in response.

“I’ve wanted to taste you ever since you sat across from me.”

“Taste me then,” you encouraged.

His lips met yours in a crushing, electric kiss, his lips massaging your own skilfully.

You pulled apart from each other panting and flushed. His fingers finally halted their ministrations and returned to their normal size.

“Take your skirt off,” he instructed, his voice desperate and begging “there’s somewhere else I’ve wanted to taste.”

You shimmied your skirt and panties down your legs, letting them fall in a heap at your feet.

Reed lowered himself between your open legs, leaving small kisses up the curve of your thigh teasingly. Finally, his mouth met your core, eliciting a deep moan from you.

His tongue dragged a firm, hot, wet stripe from your entrance to your clit. “Fuck.” He groaned out and he started to lap you up “You taste so sweet, just how I imagined,” he continued and hummed contently, the vibrations causing you to shiver and whimper.

His lips closed over your pink bundle of nerves, sucking and licking artfully. Electric shot through you, your hands flying to his hair on instinct.

Then, you felt his warm tongue breach your entrance, licking into you. The sensation was intense, as his tongue stretched into you, fitting itself into your most intimate area.

His large elongated tongue then started to curve rhythmically against your silky warm walls. The sensation was indescribable, pure pleasure spreading throughout your entire body. Moans and curses fell from your flushed lips as the feeling built steadily, thick.

“Reed… oh fuck… don’t stop… that feels…” You cried out with a deep moan as your abdomen clenched, your body felt light and fuzzy as your orgasm overtook you. Reed drank everything you gave him.

As you came down from your daze, you saw Reed unzipping his trousers and dragging them down his legs, along with his underwear.

“Take your top off, I need to see you,” he said in a breathy but demanding tone.

You fumbled with your buttons hurriedly, the silky material of your blouse floating down your arms. You leaned back onto your elbows, staring up at him now in only a black lace bra.

“Beautiful,” Reed said, his voice filled with adoration and need.

Only then did you notice his cock. It was big, thick, corded with veins. You couldn’t tell if he had elongated it, or if the size was all him. It was stood to attention, the tip reddened and glistening with pre-cum.

His fist pumped his shaft slowly as he took in the sight of you laid before him.

One of his arms extended, travelling behind you and undoing your bra clasp. You lowered the cups and pulled it down your arms, baring yourself to him fully. Naked bar your heeled pumps.

Reed let out an animalistic groan as his gaze locked in on your tits, immediately ceasing his actions and bringing both of his hands up to explore them.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured lowly.

As he took one of your hardened peaks between his fingers, squeezing and rolling it delicately, you moaned loudly.

He left kisses all over the curve of your breasts, finally reaching your unattended nipple, sucking it into his mouth. His teeth dragged over the bud tenderly, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure to your core. You were dripping.

Reed gently removed himself from you, taking one last look up and down your body as he held his large cock in his hand. He guided it towards your entrance, stroking the silken tip through your folds a few times, catching your clit and spreading your wetness.

He lined-up his tip with your entrance. As he started to slowly push in, your hands grabbed onto his forearms, grounding yourself.

When he reached the hilt, you felt so full, however the feeling was abruptly interrupted as you started to feel an ineffable sensation, something entirely new. He was expanding.

“You’re doing so well for me, you’ll adjust.” You looked up at him with scared but pleading eyes. You felt tears gathering along your lash line at the sensation. You felt like you were being split in two.

After a few moments, the pain morphed into a dull ache and you nodded up at him. He gently started thrusting in and out of you, the ache transforming into pleasure quickly.

As he felt you relax he sped up gradually, eventually pounding into you hard and fast, finding that spongy spot inside you with every snap of his hips.

His hands found yours, and he pinned your arms above your head. Your chests met with sweaty, hot contact. His lips met yours in messy passion and desperation, and his rhythm started to falter.

The fire that had been building low in you began to burn white hot. Curses left your mouth as you panted and your eyes rolled backwards as the feeling of pure ecstasy began to wash over you. Your second orgasm hit you harder and you cried out, clenching around him.

Reed whimpered at the added pressure and through sharp breaths whispered “fuck, fuck, fuck…” like a mantra.

He quickly pulled out and you held his gaze as he pumped ropes and ropes of warm white cum across your abdomen and tits with a loud, husky groan.

He took a step back and inhaled deeply as you stared up at him still in a daze.

“That was incredible. Are you ok?” he asked gently, as he moved to pick up your bra and blouse for you, also grabbing you some tissues from his desk.

You let out a light laugh, your mind still cloudy with pleasure. “I’m fantastic.”

Reed laughed softly and handed you your clothing as you both started to re-dress.

As you were buttoning up your blouse you turned to him “So… are you feeling less stressed? Did you get your new perspective?”

You met his gaze as he pulled his shirt back on, it hung open, baring his toned golden chest.

“Definitely, you might have just helped save the world,” he said, humour dancing in his words.

“I am feeling quite heroic,” you continued, glad things hadn’t turned awkward. “I’d be willing to help you de-stress again in the future, you know, for the sake of the planet.”

One side of his mouth lifted “I’d like that,” he replied, something deeper swimming in his tone.

When both of you were fully dressed, Reed moved to sit back into his desk chair.

“Right… I believe we have an interview to finish,” he said, as he reached across the desk and clicked the start button of your recorder.

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If you’ve made it this far… thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, this was my first attempt at writing smut arghhh but those reed magazine covers had me inspired

Any comments or feedback are appreciated!

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blackthornwren · 2 months ago

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About "Twin Flames"

If you scroll through the witchcraft, tarot, or divination tags with any sort of regularity, you are bound to come across the mention of Twin Flames - and you may be thinking, “oh, this is just another flaky term for soulmates”. You’re partially right, but it’s also a cult. The Harmonious Twin Flames Universe is a cult that was created by Jeff Divine (formerly known at one point as Ender Ayanethos) and his wife, Shaleia.

Much like Scientology, HTFU aims to take your money by exploiting your weaknesses - specifically, a desire to love and be loved by a soulmate. HTFU relies on similar cult models as L. Ron Hubbard’s Scientology and Keith Raniere’s NXIVM; combining new age concepts with religious belief, as well as multi-level marketing and wellness. Twin Flames recruiters often use YouTube or other social media platforms, offering divination readings using numerology, tarot, angel numbers, etc., to essentially cold read a new recruit and get them interested in the HTFU.

One of the main features in the HTFU is the use of the “mirror exercise” which aims to take any event that left the participant feeling sad or unhappy and re-frame it in a way that places the blame directly on them. It is specifically designed to adjust someone’s thoughts and keep them within the cult, and rapidly becoming more dependent upon it.

How:

By offering courses for “ascension” and instruction on how to “clear blockages”. Participants pay for these classes and begin a cycle of instruction which frames every bad thing in their life as being their fault; and that they must continue to pay for further teachings to remove these spiritual blockages which prevent them from ascending to their more divine self - which will make them deserving of their own perfect Twin Flame.

Additionally, because the HTFU demographic is a majority of women, former members of the cult have stated that the leaders and the readers will attempt to even out this imbalance by informing cishet women that they are actually the embodiment of the divine masculine in their Twin Flame relationship. The gaslighting is real, y’all.

Former members have cited abusive behavior amongst the leaders and inner circle members; this information can be found in books, podcasts, news articles, and documentaries that have been created about the HTFU over the last few years. The point of the cult is to create a vicious cycle of emotional abuse that keeps its victims dependent on expensive classes that give nonsense answers and shift blame back onto the victim, which then keeps them coming back for more.

Why it’s Important:

Current spiritual and witchcraft communities can use similar language - a repetition of jargon and buzzwords that shut down critical thinking. No, witchcraft as it currently stands, does not have a specific cult that I can tell you to watch out for; but it is important to familiarize yourself with the language so that you know what to look for. Influencers can be dangerous; people who put themselves in a position of authority, promising things such as:

-Online attunements, alignments, or initiations. You know how reiki has attunements and you have to pay for them in order to level up your reiki skills? Yeah. That’s because reiki is a holdover from a cult too. The internet has made it so much easier to work these kinds of grifts as well - because everything can be done online, over zoom or a voice call; and well, sometimes it “doesn’t take” and you have to get the ritual done again…for a fee, of course. But hey, maybe you’ll get a discount if the first one didn’t work!

-Things that build dependence such as the promise of exclusive mentoring, healing sessions, guidance and ritual. In and of themselves these are not necessarily a red flag, but it’s how the person behaves, how they attempt to steer a customer’s mind that makes the difference. Do they try to keep you coming back for more? Do they tell you that you are under some kind of attack? Do they make you feel special or chosen?

-Perpetuating an Us versus Them mentality that is both hostile and isolating. A charismatic leader will also portray themselves as a victim of unfair persecution; and with this they look to get you on their side, make you isolate yourself going to extreme lengths to defend and protect them - after all, you may be “the only one they can trust”.

There can also be specific focuses on things like the law of attraction, spiritual hygiene, and paid-for purification rituals to clear your miasma or put you in tune with your higher self/guardian angel/guiding spirits/etc. These practices can be extremely exploitative; not just taking a customer’s money, but also creating a mentality of blame - if things are still going wrong, they feel as though they haven’t been purified enough or they’re not “clean enough” to reach their guardian angel/attunement/higher self/whatever. Additionally, the fear of things like spiritual or psychic attacks, psychic vampirism, or spiritual parasites cultivates this feeling of dependence upon a person who appears to be wise and powerful that can “save” or "protect" the victim.

The capitalism and the consumerism of the current witchcraft community is literally setting us up for a cult. The substantial increase in influencers working to monetize their craft by selling expensive services and classes is already a very good entry point for someone who wants to take things further and create a very dependent, very parasocial, very exploitative relationship with a group of loyal followers.

#witchcraft #divination #twin flames #traditional witchcraft

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phantomsies · 9 months ago

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𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 | 𝖆. 𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗𝖙

spending the evening with a man who could have any girl he wants but he proves why it’s always been you…

producer/nepobaby armin, musician au, black fem reader, dancer!reader (reader is in Pole Assassins), soft sex, back scratching, lots of intimacy, slow kissing, oral sex (f. receiving) body worship, banter between armin and reader, missionary, creampie, slow build/burn (?)

I’ve been suffering from a severe case of armin brain rot lately and I’ve been missing the musician au even more!! this is a reupload from my patreon so if you read this, no you didn’t! 🫶🏾

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He’d traveled the world once over…experienced a lifetime full of adventures at only a mere two decades into his life. From sailing on yachts as a child, exploring the ocean in between piano lessons and algebra courses…to making music with his friends that would touch the lives of people in every nation and becoming a household name in the process. However, Armin Artlert’s notoriety had transcended that of just playlists and edits by adoring fans. He harbored a reputation that had come to precede him throughout his duration as an artist and internet sensation. The infamous ArminHammer was notorious for two things: iconic instrumentals and his expansive roster of women. Every girl of every variety was at his disposable..models, strippers, actresses, singers, the single mom who happened to attend one of their shows and needed a good time. He wasn’t picky nor did he allow preference to stand in the way of fulfilling his carnal desires. Make no mistake, he didn’t dog his women out or harm them..hell, if anything, he made every girl he encountered feel like a princess. Spoiling them with gifts, expensive dinners and of course, the best sex you’d ever experience! To put it even more bluntly, the man fucked like a professional..he was skilled in many areas and the bedroom happened to be the top.

But perhaps, that was the issue…he was the ideal man in every essence of the word. He’d make any lady feel as if she’d met her prince charming!..

….so how could you ever believe him when he said that you were the one he’d been searching for this entire time?

How could you possibly think that you’d be the sole object of his affection when it seemed those regards could be said of any women who’d crossed his path? Honestly, there was no definite answer to convince you otherwise. Armin was aware that you’d always kept your ear to the streets and had been informed about how he operated. That was all but confirmed when your teammate and friend began dating his childhood homie. Another infamous artist by the name of EJ the Don. Much like the woman who had founded the very group you were a part of, the Pole Assassins, EJ was seen as the proverbial leader of his own collective, Dead Boys Society and although they both despised the labels, you still respected her as such.

you could also sense that Armin held the same regard for his best friend and fellow artist. He looked up to Eren and admired how focused, driven and goal oriented he was in his craft. Most importantly though, he admired the way he loved..

EJ was never known to be a romantic nor was he known to be entrenched in the dating scene, but once he began dating your team mate, he had transitioned into an entirely different man. One that was attentive, doting and even a little jealous. He was openly affectionate with her and never thought twice about it. Gushing about her in interviews, where prior, he would’ve never even mentioned a woman besides his mom. It was that complete switch that had activated something within Armin as well. What he had been seeking in multiple girls could only be found in one place and that was with (y/n) (l/n). He’d spent all this time around you and had found himself falling deeper for you than he had anyone else. Your laugh, your energy, your spirit and kind heart had all enraptured the heart of the notorious playboy. And you couldn’t fool yourself either..you’d become smitten with him just the same…however, you were guarded. You weren’t so far deluded in the fantasy of being with him that you’d soon forgotten his reputation! You weren’t perfect by a long shot either..God knows, you’d partaken in your fair share of hookups and dated a couple of athletes just to say you did. Even so, you felt a hint of insecurity. How could you ever satisfy his cravings when he’d sampled the whole platter?! That was a question you’d soon find the answer to when you decided to spend a weekend at his home. A lofty, luxurious penthouse that overlooked the city and beaches of the sunny Miami, Florida.

it was a beautiful place and one of the many pieces of real estate owned by the Artlert conglomerate. One thing you’d come to learn about Armin was that music was nothing more than a beloved hobby. As much as he poured into his craft, his financial situation wouldn’t waver in the slightest if he were to stop today. He’d grown up with billionaires for family and that generational wealth had certainly trickled down. Regardless, it wasn’t his sole identity, hence why it’d never arise in conversation. It was blatantly obvious in his lifestyle choices but he was still that innocent, nerdy, wide eyed boy he’d always been to his core. The sensitive, kind, gentle Armin that only a select few witnessed. That was the side he wanted you to see here tonight..

so as you traipsed across the marble accented floors and art littered walls of his penthouse..all the way to his bedroom, you’d realize that you were where you belonged.

“You coming to lie down, beautiful? You’ve been in there forever.”

“Just a few more minutes, I promise! I wanna make sure I’m looking right.”

honestly, he didn’t understand all of the trouble. He’d seen you fully nude and completely clothed..you were beautiful no matter the form. Hell, you could come out in a plastic bag and pair of Timberlands and he’d still be hungry for you! He loved you dearly and nothing could dare to change that fact now! But after you two had retreated to his bedroom after an evening out on the town and he’d longed since undressed, you insisted on going to the bathroom and freshening up with a shower before retreating to bed. However, there was one more

“Well hurry up, please. I miss you..” stating in a whiny tone as he flailed himself against the mattress. Arms stretched out atop the pillow as his shirtless top half grazed the sheets. His designer boxers rubbed viciously with the silk bed linen, causing a bit of friction. Outside of the glass window pane, fell heavy droplets of pouring rain to set the already sensual mood. Electronic candles flickered in the corner and soft melodies of R&B played from the mounted television. It was certainly a vibe that you could become accustomed to. Across from where he lay, sat a half empty bottle of Modavi and two glasses that had been previously filled with the liquid. You were both feeling a bit tipsy from the substances coursing your veins so it was apparent what the mood was for the evening. He couldn’t bear to wait a moment longer and fortunately for him, you didn’t keep him held up. Because it was as he was getting ready to lie back down, he’d hear the faint tapping of footsteps against the tile and be greeted with a sight that would soothe his soul and sore eyes alike…

“Well I’m sorry to keep you waiting ..” flashing him a cheeky smile in regards to his earlier comment. Instantly, his jaw fell slack and his top half arose from the bed to examine you over.

“Oh my—you look—…. damn, I can’t even talk. You got me speechless, girl.”

sending you into a fit of giggles as you showed off your ensemble for him. A sheer white, lace two piece with garters that wrapped your thick thighs, a thong that was swallowed up by those round cheeks and a bra that accentuated your voluptuous breasts..causing them to sit upright. You were glistening with oil, and that luscious brown skin shimmered in the candlelight. Those forty inches of black curls were styled into an updo atop your head, along with that diamond necklace he had procured for you a few weeks ago. Even this was a first for Armin..he’d spent his fair share of evenings with the ladies but it always involved moments of rushed disrobing and him trying to get in their pants as quickly as possible. He didn’t waste time with lingerie or fancy frills because the goal was to grant her the best sex possible. Of course, he obtained gratification from this as well..but sometimes, he craved more. More than just the act of sex itself…it was intimacy he desired. The subtle touches and little gestures that helped to curate that special moment..he wanted to take his time and give you an experience that you’d soon yet forget.

“..then I guess it was worth the trouble..” his reaction elicited a light chuckle as you veered over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress and into the embrace of your precious lover. It was warm, inviting almost…strangely enough, an unwavering sense of safety crept over you as well. All of those previous thoughts of insecurity and jealousy seemed to dissipate once his hands coiled your body. He’d pull you in a little closer, squeeze you a little tighter and when his lips finally clashed with your own, every worry that had plagued either of your worlds were mere afterthoughts.

“God, you’re so beautiful..I swear you wear the hell out of everything you put on..”

“You’re too charming for your own good, you know that? It’s gon’ get you in trouble one day.”

“I like the sound of that.”

the tender and humorous moment was shared underneath the flickering candlelight as your flesh melded into one. Sitting upright in a cross legged position, your calves coiled his lower back and your arms cradled the back of his neck. Meanwhile, his hands resided around your waist and maintained a firm grip. He could hear your sentiment but even he grew skeptical at times. He often worried would his past elude him and ruin any potential future he could procure with you. All of his other prospects were nothing more than fleeting memories now. Even for someone as confident and skilled as Armin was, he experienced any other emotion just the same..maybe even more. Regardless, you’d continue to quell his anxiety and ease any doubt in his mind that you were leaving anytime soon. With those soft touches and gentle kisses, slowly but surely, you’d melt away all that rattled his mind. Eventually, your tongues would find home within one another’s mouths, initiating a series of sloppy pecks in process. It was then that you’d also begin to feel the thin straps of that top gliding down your shoulder blade. He just wanted to make you feel the best you had in a long time and he’d take as long as he needed to fulfill that obligation. He owed it to you for all of the insurmountable love you’d given him.

“Armin…baby..”

a faint whisper escaped your now freed lips as he latched onto your neck following the broken kiss. He’d gently suckle on that deep colored flesh and leave a trail of pecks along your jugular vein, even along your earlobe…it was there that he’d merely nip at the skin and whisper into it. Which sent a barrage of tingles all over your body.

“Yes, sweetheart? Something on your mind?”

“Ahh—“ “..words, baby. Let me hear that shit.”

that lilt in his tone, a clear indicator that he was going to relentlessly tease you from here on out. You always became so anxious when he did but the buildup made the actual moments all the more worth it. “You can tell me anything you want, pretty girl. This is all for you..your space. Whatever you say…I’ll do it.” His words serve to entice you further, which took little to no effort at all. You were already sucked in with no chance of being free of his clutches anytime soon. As for your requests, it was easy.

“Just…make me feel good, please..make love to me..”

it was a definite statement; one he understood loud and clear. Now wasn’t the time to be prideful or allow his ego to cloud his perception. Rather than showing off, Armin wanted to fully submit himself to you and to the cause of giving you whatever your heart…and body desired. With that, you’d find yourself shrouded in another round of kisses, this time along your shoulder blades and eventually to those soft breasts. Gently kneading them between his fingertips, he’d circle the buds with his thumb and watch as they’d grow erect. “Mmmm..” “..that feels good, sweetheart?” Following his question with a whimpering nod as you examined his movements. He’d gently squeeze them together and massage them all over, just to make you feel more at ease. He always did love how supple and perky they were..how they sat so perfectly in your tops or dresses. He’d learned to view the female body as more than just a vessel of pleasure but instead, for the work of art it is. You were his divine masterpiece..his treasure and he wanted to appreciate every single square inch of your physique. Even the areas you didn’t exactly appreciate yourself…

“Good..I know how sensitive they are but that’s okay. I’ll be gentle.” Chuckling at your very visible reactions of having your nipples played with. It was your most erogenous area and he knew it’d only be a matter of time before you became even more aroused. That much was indicated by the way you ground your clothed slit into the mattress. (Y/N) eventually tossed your head back, rolling it onto your shoulders and emitting a sharp gasp. An expected reaction to all of the sensual friction and stimulation. None of which was lost on Armin. He’d shift a bit in his own positioning, attempting to conceal that obvious erect. This was a fine solely for your pleasure and needs. His urges could wait as far as he was concerned. He was determined to prove that he was fully and utterly devoted to you right now. The sounds of melodic love songs and pouring rain would continue to serve as the soundtrack to this precious moment. Right along with your sweet moans and his subtle grunts. You’d glance down to see the rising tent within his boxers as he began to lap all over your areolae and suckle on your brown buds. “Your tits are so perfect, angel. I love them so much..I love all of you. Every single part..” Constantly doting as he persisted..that’s when you’d reach down and grasp for that sheathed cock but he’d be equally as quick to stop you.

“Ignore it, okay? Right now is about you. I’m focused on making you feel good, just like I promised. You don’t need to do a thing.” This was what you appreciate about your man. He had such a calm, gentle demeanor. Something people would often mistake as sensitive or meek. But in the same vein, he could harness that into a dominant, masculine energy that required no assertiveness. You felt safe..secure within that space. You felt comfortable submitting yourself fully to him.

“It’s like you're everything I’ve ever prayed for..I’m so lucky.” Akin to that of a groom bedding his bride on the night of their wedding, Armin would lie his precious girl flat against the mattress and begin his descent down your body. Examining each line, touching each bump and worshiping every curve as if they were a gift from the heavens above. They certainly weren’t things that he took for granted. Especially when he finally made home with that divine center…spreading open your trembling thighs; courtesy of the gentle kisses and drawn out licksthat had been peppered all over your belly. “Mmmm…I love when you touch me like this. You always know what to do..” placing his thumbs along your pantyline, he’d rub your hips before placing two fingertips along the seat of your bottoms. “Of course, I told you…I’ll do whatever you want. All you gotta do is say it.” Naturally, the entire area was soaked and only accruing more stickiness the more he stroked your clothed bud. In an attempt to increase the friction and pleasure riddling your body, Armin would hone in on the clit and massage it until he felt you shaking in his grasp.

“Oh my God..” “Rub your nipples for me, sweetheart. I wanna see you get there so bad but I don’t want to rush..not right now.” Finally, he’d cease his teasing and peel back that thin layer of fabric, revealing your plump mound and lips, along with that swollen clit. You were practically throbbing and the second he grazed your skin, you’d instinctively contract. Those juices were already leaking before he could even think to touch or lap at the area. Meanwhile, you’d pinch and pull at the now stiffened buds on your chest, writhing in the sheets as you chewed at your lip. “You’re so cute when you make that face.” Chuckling whilst teasing the hard little pearl that had caused your entire body to heat up. “Aw, you just want that nut, don’t you, baby?” “Fuck—uh, yes..please.” Immediately shuttering at the idea of ruining such a sensual moment with profanity. However, Armin didn’t mind at all. In fact, it further encouraged him to get you there. “I know you do…I wanna give it to you so bad too..”

Normally, this was an opportunity he’d utilize to tease you relentlessly. Holding out on providing you with your orgasm, making you wait before he even made the slightest of movements…all of it in an attempt to get you riled up. Right there on the edge until you finally broke, all but pleading with him to give you what you wanted. But tonight?

“Ahh!—haaaa..yes..” “Uh, fuck…lemme taste you…please lemme eat this puss—“ his words trailing off into mere whiny drabble as his lips made home on your lower ones. Immediately, those pretty blue eyes of his were fixated on you as he delved into your center. The sounds of slurping and whimpering emitting from his mouth and only growing louder. With your legs parted on each side, (y/n) grasped the top of Armin’s head; clawing at those shaggy blonde curls whilst grinding yourself against his face. “Arminnnn…oh my gosh…right there.” Those moans would draw out into a high pitched wail. One that caused your legs to tremble and nearly retract around his head. But alas, that just wasn’t possible. With one fell swoop and only a single hand, he’d pin your thighs back and continue devouring your cunt. As his opposite one was preoccupied with stroking his own shaft. It was something about your scent, flavor and your sex that got him all aroused. Nonetheless, Armin would resume his feast..flicking gently on your clit, sucking your plump lips and even shoving a digit into your tight hole. Only coming up for air to check in on you..

“Something on your mind, pretty girl? Talk to me..”

“N—need you…need you in me so bad…oh fuck..”

although the sentence was a bit incoherent, your desires were heard loud and clear. Although Armin loved the idea of relentlessly teasing you, he also wasn’t much in the way of restricting you from your happiness either. If that was what you wanted, he was elated to fulfill the request. In what seemed to almost be a slight of hand movement, he’d maneuver and rise from where he was laying and would scoop your legs up in the process. He’d position them straight in the air and pin them together. Eventually placing them over his shoulder. “You need me? You want it that bad, sweetheart?” Cooing and questioning with a rhetorical tone. Meanwhile, he was hovering above you, positioned on his knees whilst that cock head teased against your slit. He already knew the answer and as far as he was concerned, it was yours. But he needed to hear you say it. Not just for the consensual aspect, but because it was what he’d been waiting for all along. Hearing you beg, plead and whimper for him….this entire time, he’d been so used to your independent nature, that there was rarely an instance where you relied on him. You were so far capable of handling your own, that he or no other man were truly necessary in your daily way of life. But right here…in this moment, in this bedroom and this space the two of you had curated together..

“Y-yes, please!..I need you. I can’t take it..”

he was your everything. Your one and only sole object of affection. With your gazes fixated on one another, you’d nod your head and coo to one another, whimpering until suddenly—

“Yeah?” “Mmmm…please!”

you’d feel that stiffened, aching cock glide between your warm, silky folds and remained nestled there whilst he gathered his footing. Normally, he’d take an opportunity to perhaps gloat or be cocky. Fucking you with a giant grin on his face, making your pleasure a second priority. But alas, he’d never be so arrogant or foolish right now..because only moments later, his head had rolled back on his shoulders and as he remained nestled within you, he’d release a heavy gasp. He couldn’t maintain his eye contact when you felt this good. Your pussy resembled that of a warm blanket or hug..inviting him in and never wanting to pull away. However, he’d refrain from such lewd obscenities and fill your head with more loving compliments instead. As you’d lie there, awaiting his next move, you’d feel a hand planted into the center of your tummy and his hips beginning to buck forward..gently pounding into you.

“Oh God…yes..I love the way you feel, baby. You’re so warm.. ‘s so good..”

meanwhile, all he could do was howl it to the air because he knew that if he even took so much as even a glance in your direction, his load would be buried three inches into your womb right now. He was adamant of taking his time because all of his undivided and full attention; along with every second he could spare…belonged to you. He was all yours, hopelessly to a fault. He had released fear..anxiety or the shame that came with being madly in love.

“Ahhh…Armin..right there..please don’t stop..”

“I know, baby. I know…I can feel you squeezing me, that’s your spot, isn’t it?”

it was a given..not only had your body become riddled with ecstasy but he could tell by the way you pawed at his abs that he’d reached that core. Smacking sounds had arisen from the creamy mess he’d made of your lower half. Sucking his teeth, Armin finally garnered the strength to peer down at you and once he did, he nearly lost all control and restraint. His strokes would become a little faster and stretch your tight little cunt in the process. Your legs, that once made home on his shoulders, were now pinned back nearly behind your head. A position he was certain you had no issue maintaining. Even so, it didn’t stop your from crying out to him..heaving and whimpering. He was worried that perhaps, he hadn’t regulated his own strength. But rather than an expression of pain, you were smiling!..grinning from ear to ear with tears rolling down your face. It was a sign that you were in complete climatic bliss.

“Y-yes..you're in my spot, baby. And it feels so fucking good…nobody can make me feel like this..” eventually reaching down to stroke your sensitive bud to aid in the pleasure. That gave him all the confirmation he needed to persist, even when he felt he’d reach his breaking point sooner rather than later. Breaking into a smile of his own, Armin would resume his deep thrusts, this time with a bit more speed and rhythm. His hips would roll fluidly as he pushed in and out; dragging more of your juices and secretions along with him. He felt as if he could conquer the world when you said things like that. “That’s right, sweetheart..I know it’s a lot but I know you’re the only one who can handle it..who can take this dick like it’s nothing.”

those words cause you to twitch and grip him even tighter. In that moment, he nearly faltered but it was also in that instance that the two of you established full blown eye contact and mere seconds later, your lips had met in a passionate crash. Only after you exchanged doting words.

“..I love you. I love you so much, (y/n)..”

“I love you too, baby! Oh my gosh, please don’t stop.”

the bed had begun to jolt against the wall whilst his tattooed knuckles gripped the headboard. Eventually, he’d collapse fully into your grasp, relinquishing this idea of full control and allowing himself to be a part of the moment. No need to establish dominance or submission..who was the better lover or even what past partners had done. But instead, embracing each other and becoming one. One body, one soul and one heart. You’d wrap your arms and legs around his frame as he continued feeding you those strokes..his face buried into the crook of your neck and your hands clawing his inked up back.. You’d coo into his ear, listening to his whimpers and inform him that it was okay for him to let go. That he didn’t have to hold back so that he could appear as this strong guy with tons of stamina. You took it as a compliment that he could go for that long, honestly..it was a far cry from his past hookups, that was for certain!..but so much more was at stake here than merely who reached their orgasm first. It was about sharing in ecstasy and concealing your love with a special moment.

“You wanna come, angel? You can if you’re ready, no need to hold back..”

“Come with me, please..same time, okay?”

declaring so confidently as you heaved into one another’s ears. He’d agree and mere seconds later, that speed and pace had reached maximum heights and it felt as if he were hammering into you. “F-fuck!..” “Shit!..I’m coming, sweetheart!..coming for y—“ it was in that exact moment, that it felt as if the world was shattering for the both of you. That something inside of your bodies had essentially broken and neither of you could hold back. Both of your eyes shoot wide open before they shut and you’d embrace each other for comfort. Your juices had splattered all over his cock and his warm seed had completely coated the inside of your womb.. neither of you could even function at this point. Just reduced to mindless babble and tears. He’d finally rise from your neck and greet you with disheveled hair, a beet red face and a toothy grin. Along with those fallen tears.

“C’mere..I need a kiss..”

“Of course..”

your soft features and brown eyes met his and the two of you collided with one last declaration of adornment. Lips and tongues meeting in a fit of desperation. Desperation to never be apart again. For as long as you were both of this world, you’d spend every waking moment wanting to be together. And there wasn’t a single thing that could break that.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me..I just want us to be like this forever. I love you..” and you’d cling to every single word. Knowing that they rang true, now more than ever. Stroking his head as he lies on your chest. There were times that Armin figured that he’d never find his one and only..that he was destined to be a bachelor until he left this earth and he was adamant that one woman couldn’t possibly supplement for having his fill of multiple.

“And we can stay just like this…I’m not going anywhere.”

but it was nights like this..that reminded him that he was exactly where he needed to be!

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kiyomitakada · 10 months ago

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i know its a classic. possibly cliche already. but i do wonder about Tumblr In The Death Note Universe probably more than i should

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💅 toxicbff Follow

if i see one more post attributing kira's powers to ~supernatural powers~ instead of the obvious fact that the cia is doing a coup I'm going to start giving You the heart attacks

💅 toxicbff

of course i saw the news how does that not prove my point further

the idea that all the police around the world could be mobilized by one single person is ridiculous (just look at this list of how many civilian militia there are globally)

heart attack victims don't seize the way "lind l tailor" did

i don't know how to tell you that You Can't Kill People Just By Knowing Their Name And Face because this is Real Life and not the newest grimdark marvel villain

people need to stop being scared of the ~bogeyman in the closet~ and wake up to the fact that usamerica is trying to take over the goddamned world

💅 toxicbff

im going to kill you all and nuke this website

#sayonara you weeaboo shits

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DO TRUMP NEXT

🕵🏾‍♀️ penny-penelope Follow

LIKES TO CHARGE REBLOGS TO CAST

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❤️‍🔥 lovesickened Follow

i know its stupid but im so fucking scared for my brother i heard that seven people died this week at the prison he's in and iinjust dont kenow what to do ihate him for ehat he did to mom but i never wanted him to die

#vent tw #delete later

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if i get a single more comment about why i don't tag "genderbend" on my kiratective fics i'm going to blow up the entire building. we don't know EITHER of their genders. why don't YOU tag your mediocre yaoi genderbend instead

🔆 sparkling-world Follow

…OP, you realize the news reports all consistently use "he," right?

🏎 fastandyurious

of course i do???? just because you see something on the news doesn't mean you have to believe it?????? they don't have any information on kira yet but i'm supposed to believe the fbi knows their gender already??????? also kira is literally a fucking girl's name my classmate in elementary school was called kira

🔆 sparkling-world

Kira comes from the Japanese romanization for "killer," it isn't gendered whatsoever.

Also, evidence shows the majority of serial killers are male, so I'd argue that the statistics favor the fujoshis here.

🏎 fastandyurious

well evidence shows that female serial killers are just more fun to write about and I'd argue that you're ignoring my fucking POINT which is that we DON'T KNOW KIRA'S GENDER and if people don't want to read lesbian kiratective they can FUCK OFF MY BLOG

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I offer you an Eggman in these trying times.

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@lashitpostcalligrapher yo can i get "the statistics favor the fujoshis" on my tombstone

#fandom: kira rpf #ship: kiral #never heard it called kiratective before… #also uh. prayer circle for op's classmate lmaoooo

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💃🏻 modelingmadness Follow

BOYCOTT EIGHTEEN MAGAZINE

THEY ALLOW KIRA-SUPPORTING MODELS AND ARE COMPLICIT IN THIS MASSACRE

SOURCES HERE AND HERE (TRIGGER WARNING: KIRA DISCUSSION)

PUSH BACK AGAINST HEART ATTACKS

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golly gee ^_^ suddenly i feel like taking to the high seas in a way that the eighteen company cant get profit from. oh no ! who left this link here

🐦‍⬛ kuro--misa Follow

thanks for the link but jesus fucking christ man what happened to free speech. misa-misa's parents were killed by a burglar who kira punished. did you all expect her to just sit there, look pretty, and say nothing about it?

you people only like models when they're nice pictures for you to consume. you only like them two-dimensional and smiling and hot. the second a woman actually speaks her mind she's thrown to the wolves

💃🏻 modelingmadness

DID YOU NOT SEE MY BANNER YOU PIECE OF SHIT

#BLOCKED

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lol. lmao even

#they blocked me but whatever #official eighteen site just said misamisa wont be in the next issue #(eighteen sucks but i kind of want to use it more out of spite now) #so much for apologism huh? #god. i feel sick. #hasn't she been through enough.

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Imagine you're going home after a long day. Suddenly there's a sound. "Huh? Whose there" you ask, dropping your keys on the floor. Then you feel it. A knife pressing in your neck.

"Don't move kitten" Kira purrs behind you. "You're all mine now…"

#kiraxreader #kiraxoc #kira #kira rpf #kira investigation #kira fucker #kira fudger #kira lover #kira haters dont touch #kira haters please touch #kira supporters please touch #l

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Hello, everyone! My little sister told me about this microblogging platform (I admit, I'm a Twitter refugee) and that many of you are discussing the Kira investigation on here. I'm really interested in hearing what your thoughts are!

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let the record show he lasted like. a day

#i think it was the imagines that did him in #bro is so sensitive :p

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the world could be beautiful

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[ @deathnotetober day 14: trigger ]

#death note #light yagami #sayu yagami #misa amane #lawlight #by uh. technicality.#does 'trigger warning' fit the prompt i hope it does…#also there are two (2) rickrolls in this post #the other links are all to actual fun stuff :3 #good luck #deathnotetober #edit: fixed the FUCKIGN reblog dividers GOD DAMN IT #unreality #caps #edit 2: fixed the reblog dividers again theyre transparent now #…………wow i really just. spent four hours on this huh.#maybe i am experiencing slight mania #only slight #death note tumblr

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mihii-i · 5 months ago

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Hey hope school is going well !,i was wondering if u could do a yae miko modern fic where she's dom ^ ^, I have adhd low key can't think past that lol

not-so-sweet angel.

Pairings: yae miko x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, female reader, modern au, college au, shorter fic (I am sleepy stop), mentions of masturbation, fingering, semi-public sex, lazy writing, I don’t like how this came out, smoking, sesbian lex, girls kissing I don’t know leave me alone, wlw, sough rex, leave me alone, upset author, not proofread.

A/N: @y0ka13 was a little tired to write mizu fics and I’m kinda sleepy so yes let’s go also this fic wasn’t the surprise I was talking about but earlier so put ur panties back on bc the time of said surprise depends on another author is all im gonna say. 🕯️

Indistinct chatter ran rampant in the halls paved in the direction of your lecture hall, your feet planted firmly against every square of stone peeking out between the crevices of which they were cemented together. The soles of your shoe mindlessly dragged along the stone in a scratchy grating noise as the clouds above peeked past the peak of your campus building, allowing you to get lost in the fluffed up white heaps bundled up along the sky.

Two thick books were hugged against your chest as you wandered off into thought during the gap between your back to back classes, cool air batting to your face while carefully lowering yourself down onto a nearby bench conveniently situated behind you. Years of hard work at this institution felt like nothing but slaving away at the endless stacks of paper scribbled with lines of overinflated texts, dreams of grasping at your goals only straying further and further as you constantly found yourself questioning the point of studying so hard if everything went to shit anyways.

You were slowly going insane. That much was obvious. From the way you found yourself hunched over a desk countless times, while the sky simmered into a dark wash of pitch black peeking through your dorm window, with sprinkles of stars caught in the corner of your eye if you looked close enough. Every night seemed like torture as you aimlessly scrabbled for the information to stick inside your brain, temples aching alongside your weakened limbs.

The overflow of assignments accompanied your sleepless nights that began to creep into every aspect of your life as the norm, ink hovering in a large splotch above the clean sheet of paper your pen bled against. Bitter notes of the aftertaste of coffee seeped into your mouth every morning post all nighter, tongue pulsating as your face scrunched up in distaste at the sting nearly making you crash mid lecture, while you struggled to fix your eyes open through the barrage of content.

Yet in the midst of the draining haze of merely living to keep up, a certain someone surely soothed that throbbing ache of fatigue eating away at you slowly, her presence alone pushing back your worry as you spent quite some time staring at the woman stood tall in the distance everytime. Honestly, having a crush on Yae Miko was meant to be a little distraction, merely a puppy crush that wasn’t supposed to grow to be anymore than—well, just that.

However, it spiked up progressively throughout the course of each month of the dragged on semester. Finding yourself noticing little things, such as how strands of her pinkish hair were perfectly smoothed over, reflective in the sunlight like that of a model. Eyes fixating on her as her lips parted to push out a sigh building on her tongue during a lecture, or the way she held her pen between her thumb and index finger in a squeezed grasp, resting her cheek onto her palm to stare unamused at the polished wooden podium with disinterest.

Yeah, it was obvious you weren’t just crushing like a dumb highschool kid.

You just couldn’t help it. Miko was practically perfect, it was pretty easy to get lost in the swirling purple that plunged you into the depths of her irises, swallowing you up like an electric storm. Yet gentle enough to nurture you into a cradling embrace between swirls of said storm.

Relying on someone who only occasionally talked to you as her friend a few times to be your ground was…probably too much. Yet you couldn’t help it.

Either way, it wasn’t like you simply stared at her to get the stress of the cluttered workload off your shoulders. Of course, you did indulge in yourself quite a few times, even if that little voice urged you not to. Rocking your hips back and forth against the ridges of your fingers hilted deep inside your cunt as your legs parted on either side of the bed, sharp intakes of breath pumping through your nostrils in rapid successions.

Your mind would always wander to Miko’s gentle smile sadisticallly stretching her lips as her hand planted you down, imagining her long nails scratching along your warmth with each stroke, voice rasping out her name in the confines of your dorm on those particularly stressful nights.

Being the perhaps not-so-sweet angel you were, you’d feel that awful cramp of guilt clinging onto you every time you came, nervously looking down at your clear coated, slick fingers stringed with your juices as you feared her finding out somehow. Would she be disgusted? Would she never even look at you again? It really was too much to take in, chest lurching as you attempted to push away any thoughts to dive back into the depths of your study sessions again.

“(Name)…”

You were still lost in thought, contemplating upon every minuscule occurrence that snaked into your life.

“(Name).”

Was someone calling you? You were pretty out of it to notice as an odd ringing trickled into your ears slowly.

“(Name)!”

Your head finally shot up to the pink haired woman observing down before you, hands on her hips as her low cut shirt exposed slivers of her pale skin in the wake of sunlight outdoors. Glancing around, you noticed how it was nearly empty outside, before looking at your phone, panicked. Damn, you were so out of it you probably had a mini sleep in your whipped out daze.

“Miko..?”

She continued to stare down at you, allowing you to take her hand as she helped you up onto your feet, your books still clutched in a hook within your freehand. Rubbing your eyes, you squinted over your blurred vision to get a view of her, nearly panicking when you realized the situation you got yourself into as a consequence of the grueling night you spent staying up.

“Easy, (Name). You looked like you were about to pass out, darling.” She muttered in a low chuckle, your breath choking up at the mere pet name she threw out there.

“I have to-“

“Don’t bother. Let’s just skip together. I mean your professor won’t get off your ass if you don’t won’t he?”

You managed a tiny nod, tensing up as she grasped your hand boldly with that elegant smile of hers, stretching her peachy lips into a grin that beheld her sophisticated nature.

God, you were attracted to her like a sore loser.

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Even in those little fantasies of yours that you had conjured up on stressful nights, nothing could rival the crashing wave of pleasure that coiled up between your thighs in this particular moment as Miko’s thumb pressed against the swollen nerves of your clit, teeth grazing along the deep, purple bruises littered freshly along your skin with her fingers lodged inside you.

Who knew that Miko’s innocent request to skip class and hang out would evolve into you being railed out in the open, shielded from few sets of eyes, yet easy enough for anyone to spot if they bothered to look.

She had originally led you to the balcony of a building through a fire exit that only faculty knew, the cool steel of the stairway smoothing your palms as you climbed up to behold the view of the entire campus. Kindly, she had offered up a firm cylinder that slipped between your fingertips almost naturally, not taking long for you to notice that it was in fact a cigarette.

Of course, you couldn’t turn down your crush casually handing you a smoke, an intimate gesture presiding within the palm of your hand as you saw it. Upon lighting it, you couldn’t miss the flicker of gold roused in her purple irises, staring at you with what you had perceived to be a sort of hunger to be satiated.

And you were in fact right.

Her lips against yours felt like a saccharine taste of a sweet you couldn’t quite put your finger on, yet one of which you savored as the unexpected motion lingered onto your tastebuds as something to commit to memory. You didn’t even hesitate when her nimble, slender fingers undressed you briefly, pulling your trousers down far enough to have access to your pussy, yet far enough up so you weren’t fully unclothed down your lower body.

Head blanking at the overwhelming sensations, you couldn’t manage out anything but pathetic squeaks and moans at her rapid pace, far too quick for a session that tore near pornographic moans out of your throat, yet occurred in a setting where any student could walk outside and see her fucking you against the cold stone of the grey railings.

Miko only chuckled at the pathetic compliance you exhibited before her as your fingers squeezed at her wrist, attempting to slow her unforgiving pace to no avail. Each obscene noise wrenched out of you only spurred the pink haired woman in her ruthless onslaught against your walls clenching around her digits, nails dragging along your g-spot, reached by the deliciously perfect length of her fingers.

Each sharp breath rolled off your tongue in motion with the squelching of slick pooling from between your thighs, Miko’s gentle praises mixed with her harsh words ringing in your ears at each fervent thrust of her fingers slamming up into you at a steady angle that brushed up against all the right places of your heat.

The familar build up in your stomach mirrored that of the various times you’d touched yourself thinking of Miko, yet you would’ve never imagined her actually being there to quench that thirst roaring in you for so long, eyes rolling back from the slightest push of her fingers, plush against the warmth your slick walls. The mushy texture nearly making her slobber all over your neck like her last meal before whispering out.

“Come on, you can cum for me before anyone sees, can’t you?” She purred, freehand brushing against your bottom lip in an attempt to alleviate the overwhelming pleasure flooding your whole body accompanied by coaxing more moans out of you. You only responded with a weak nod, hips harshly bucking foward into her fingers repeatedly.

Until you gradually sank down in one final thrust, lips pressed into an “o” shape as you cried out with your juices spilling down to decorate her knuckles, a small whimper rasping out of you as she withdrew her fingers from your hole. Her perfectly manicured, rose pink nails glossed over in a wet layer of your cum. Miko eyed her fingers with a satisfied expression, dragging her tongue along her middle and ring fingers as her gaze pierced into yours with that same hunger that she exhibited before doing...that with you.

Before you could utter out another word, Miko quickly shoved your textbooks back into your hand, which you barely were able to balance considering your legs were spent—and snapped back, helping you slip up your underwear and zipping you pants before squeezing your shoulder as crowds of students poured out back into the outdoors of campus.

“Not a word that we were here.”

A/N: I have no words for this a/n. Only that I’m in a bad mood and this turned out shitty lmfao I absolutely despise how this fic turned out I’m sorry 😭

I sincerely apologize for the bad fic I will make up for it 🙏

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palajae · 11 months ago

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PAIRING... ceo!sunghoon x model!reader | GENRE... childhood friends to lovers!, romance, fluff, humor | WC... 1.3k | lots of bickering, loosely based off love next door (2024)

you breathe in the fresh air with a pleased expression. this was home. it’s been years since you’ve visited, always overseas doing work. your schedule was constantly packed with shoots and campaigns taking up most of your time (and life), essentially never giving you rest time to come back.

you finally did it.

maybe your mom would kill you—but that was a later problem.

especially since you hadn’t told her of your return.

your suitcase clatters on the rough pavement while you drag it along. your eyes wander around the street you grew up on. strangely enough, it was unfamiliar and familiar at the same time.

you stop at a building, feeling the sense of nostalgia wash over you. wasn’t this the old community pool? the one you used to visit all the time with-

you squint as you look closer to the construction sign posted on the door.

under construction: contact park industries for more information.

you frown. they were turning this place into something else? what a shame. you two practically grew up at this musty pool.

“i wonder who decided to renovate this area-“

a confused calling of your name stops you in your tracks. it was a deep voice, yet a familiar one nevertheless.

slowly, you turn in your tracks. your mouth drops open.

“park sunghoon?! what are you doing here?”

last you heard, he was getting his masters. he looks quite, you swallow, polished in that perfectly styled suit and gelled hair of his.

he pushes up his glasses by the nose bridge, eyes glinting as he studies you. “this is my building.”

your eyes bulge momentarily, “this is your building?! wha-wait. you own park industries?”your finger points accusatorially at him.

“as bright as ever,” he notes while narrowing his eyes at you. you scoff immediately, crossing your arms.

“as snooty as ever,” you snarkily reply back. you instinctively raise a fist at him while he shrinks back. perhaps the situation finally hits the both of you, as silence falls and he clears his throat.

“you… you’re back.” he glances at your suitcase and then at you. “my mother never mentioned anything about you coming home.”

you internally cringe, pretending to scratch the back of your head. you laugh albeit awkwardly.

“oh, really? that is weird. i just, uh-“

the sound of familiar voices approaching cause your stomach to drop. you could recognize the sound of your parents’ voices anywhere. of course, in this small neighborhood, you had to bump into them right now.

you were screwed.

frantically, you eyes scan the area. aha—you were a genius. you fly towards an empty, large box near the entrance to sunghoon’s building. you can only hope it was used for furniture and not trash.

“what are you-“

you glance up at him and his perplexed expression. “please. just this once.”

and with that, you flip it over and fly under the box to hide. thank goodness it didn’t smell weird. you hear muffled voices of delight as your families spot sunghoon.

“oh, it’s been so long! are you working on this building?”

you hear him chuckle and roll your eyes. what a sucker for parents. if only they knew his true personality.

“yes, auntie. i came to check on the construction progress.”

you hear your mom laugh. your heart pangs as you realize you haven’t heard that sound in forever.

“oh, you must be so busy as the ceo. we won’t bother you anymore but you have to come soon for dinner!”

“but uh,” your dad sounds confused, “who’s suitcase is this?”

you curse.

“what was that?”

sunghoon quickly laughs, harshly kicking the box you were under as you hiss. “oh, don’t worry about that! it’s my luggage—you know, i have to start moving into the office here soon. i thought i would get a head start-mhm. you know-“

you were starting to sweat crouching in this box. but sunghoon was moving his office back home, you note. interesting.

thankfully, your parents leave sunghoon at that and you finally try to lift the box. you grunt, pushing up but to no avail.

“sunghoon,” you grit your teeth, “if you don’t get off the box in the next minute i will actually kill you when i get out.”

finally, you’re able to push the box off you with a huff and a glare.

“i think you should be thanking me.”

one of his perfect eyebrows raises up at you and you want to smack him. unfortunately, he was right though. you sigh, still sitting on the floor.

sunghoon sighs. “you should really tell your family, you know? they barely see you as is.

you bite your lip. of course he knew. you had grown up with each other for twenty years.

“i don’t know why you’re suddenly back, but they deserve to know.”

“alright, alright,” you stand up while dusting yourself off, “i get it mister ceo.”

he makes an offended noise. with a sigh, you grab your suitcase and begin unzipping it.

“what now?” he doesn’t sound surprised. sunghoon was immune to your antics.

you take out jacket after jacket, even forcing him to hold some for you. “you know,” you start casually while putting on coats in the dead middle of summer, “safety precautions.”

“so this is the country’s top model, huh?”

you cough, “well…”

“what?”

you look away, avoiding eye contact. “it’s just a break, for now….”

“who knows? your fiancé?” he shoves his hands in his pockets, studying the floor with an unreadable expression. you eye him warily.

“yeah, right. i broke it off. it was all for show, anyway. you know the media eats it up.”

sunghoon suddenly glances at you with genuine concern reflected in his eyes. you don’t like it.

“so, you’re saying you broke off your engagement and quit your job?“

“temporarily!” you yell, irritated. he was getting on your nerves again.

“you should go find your family.”

“stop telling me what to do, hoon.”

you say it so nonchalantly but it never fails to make him shiver. especially since it’s been so long since he last heard you say that.

it’s been so long since he’s last seen you, really. when your modeling career took off and you left to travel the world, he thought he’d never see you again. all he knew was your photoshoots online and news from the media. especially when your relationship with a top actor was announced, he didn’t expect an invitation to your wedding.

certainly he didn’t expect to see you here, right now, standing in front of him. just like back when you two first met all those years ago.

“what?” you call out, breaking him out of his trance. “you wanna fight? you know you’ll lose.”

sunghoon sighs, checking his shiny watch. “unlike you, most people have jobs. i’m a bit busy, so…”

you roll your eyes again, “as if.”

and with that, you jump him. literally.

despite the (saddening) height difference, one of your arms is tightly locked around his neck as he splutters.

“this is what you get for keeping me in that box. i was dying in there you little piece of-!”

just barely, sunghoon manages to use his strength to pull away. he gasps and coughs as you tap your foot with a rather intimidating stare.

you two make eye contact for a good minute or so, before you turn with a humph to grab your suitcase and continue on.

“this isn’t over, hoon.”

“why me?” he mutters under his breath before making his way to his building slash future office.

what neither of you two realize is the unconscious smiles plastered on both of your faces.

a/n ▸ aghhshdhesn ngl posting three days in a row was so weird i can’t keep up 💀ne ways did i write this with the intention of making a part two? that’s up to you to decide :)

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"move baby, move baby, i'm in love"

ft. yukimiya kenyu . ooc! yukimiya ? . implied fem! reader . kinda insecure! reader. yuki's a model ofc he has a roster . sappy high school love . she fell first / he fell harder n she did too ahh trope . miscommunication at first . confessions . hangout/date thing . fluff ? . unreliable narrator . drabble

wc: 1.0k

synopsis: being madly in love with the model and soccer player, yukimiya kenyu, you knew you stood no chance with all the other pretty girls. little did you know, you were the most perfect n pretty girl in yukimiya's eyes. (hell his vision is really good so yk u the shit hehe <3)

your gaze on him never faltered. your lips parted as you admired the man. his tall, slim but lightly toned build... god his figure was so perfect! his originally brown, well groomed and straight hair was undone into a wilder n messier style.

you swore your heart skipped a beat when the match ended he took off his windproof glasses. ooh, those gorgeous orange eyes... STARING RIGHT AT YOU?!

you looked around making sure. he waved. before you could wave back another girl wave at him. he kept his smile on. yukimiya knew damn well that wave wasn't for her but, he's far too kind to give her an expression of ignorance.

you frowned a little as you got your hopes up high. the whole soccer match had ended. soranin high school had won 3-2. barely... but, yukimiya scored the last goal! everyone was cheering. as everyone left the bleachers, a ton of girls ran towards yukimiya to congratulate him, showering him in with gifts, etc.

you stood there for a little while before getting tugged away from your friends. "if you keep staring at him i swear t'god he gonna find out." one of them grumbled. "you're cute n all but do you see that damn roster?!" another one chimed in. "[name], you don't have a chance i'm sorry..!"

you didn't consider your friends wrong but its better to try than not. "jus' a minute." you mumbled as you pulled out a small gift. it was a silly little blueberry keychain. your friends look at you with a " you serious right now..?" expression.

to be fair, you did do lots of information sapping and found out one of his favourite foods were blueberries.. once the whole roster died down your friends pushed you towards him. "kenyu, she has something for you!" they giggled. you shoved your arms forward, showing the keychain. yukimiya smiled as he took it. "thank you, [name]."

oh you were going CRAZYYYY. it's been a while since you and yukimiya's been talking. texting everyday, all of the above. everything seemed to be pulling you two closer, shit seemed too good. 'f course something had to happen.

sitting in class, all you could daydream about was seeing yukimiya. your friends poked at you, "thinking about him again?" they smiled. "y'know he's doin' a lot! he cares so much about his vision yet he's always on his phone for you."

you couldn't help but feel a little flushed as the bell rang for everyone to pack up and LEAVE. as you swung your backpack onto your shoulder you walked out of class with your friends. walking past the soccer field to catch a glimpse of the man.

and you did! just with another girl however. who was a little touchy. a little too touchy for your liking. you couldn't help but form a frown. shit, the girl was gorgeous... she was laughing lots with him. that checks off one box of his type.

he spotted you (the boy has hella good sight ok..) attempting to wave, you've already left. you couldn't lie you were a little gloomy... juuus a little gloomy (lies LOL. you were really freaking gloomy.)

you sulked in your bedroom. you received a text, checking it immediately.

"kenyu <3: [name]? can u come outside :( soccer field? [name] please"

you rolled your eyes at the notification. i mean you were all ready for bed there's no way you'd be at the school soccer field at this time of the night! it would be such a hassle.

you stood at the side of the field. staring at the beautiful model in front of you. "hi kenyu." you mumbled kinda bitterly. how cliché. the moon was shining so brightly at dusk. the wind blew, disheveling yukimiya's nicely groomed hair.

"are you mad at the fact i was talking with another girl?" he smiled, jokingly. you shot him a look, one that shut him up and humbled him immediately.

switching from his playful manner he softened a little. "[name], that shouldn't matter y'know that right?" are you supposed to confess..? like the hell does he want from you?!

you rolled your eyes as you accidentally ran your mouth, "well it matters cause i like you." your eyes widened as you covered your mouth. shiiit. you n not knowing how to keep your mouth shut sometimes.. no matter how smart or a little dumb you were. running your mouth was jus always there i guess.

his orange eyes which were illuminated by the moon's glow widened a little. he let out a soft giggle, shaking his head as he took off his glasses.

"hell, i'd never expected you out of all people to like me." he laughed playfully. you wanted to punch his bitchass likable and charismatic ass... god.. "i like you too, [name]." you felt your jaw drop. (maybe it actually did LOL)

"there's no way- a tall gorgeous model n soccer player like you couldn't... kenyu yukimiya, raise your damn standards! if you care so much about your sight hell happened when you started liking me-" your rambling was quickly stopped as he bent slightly to your level, finger on your lip.

"because my eye sight is immaculate, that's why i've chosen to like you out of everyone." he began. "you radiate a type of energy i can't explain. you're breathtaking. even if you don't think so. [name]. you're perfect. just because you don't fit the standards of my type, doesn't mean i can't develop feelings for you."

yukimiya kept yapping. you cringed a little, wanting him to shut up, you pulled him into a kiss. what the hell. your inexperienced tongues dancing with each other. he bit your lower lip before pulling away.

a smile crawled onto his lips. "knew you were inexperienced, but never knew you were that inexperienced." he teased. holy shit the things you'd do to actually strike his face the way he would to a soccer ball..

before you could open your mouth you were embraced into a tight hug. "i actually like you a lot [name]. you're such an interesting character, i love you." he mumbled. is this guy being serious? whatever. you'll complain tomorrow.

hugging back, you two had a moment. oh, the things yukimiya would do for you to see yourself the way he'd saw you. like or love couldn't explain the vast amount of feelings he had for you. <3

— ©iqxatlantic / isaisliterallyhim, 2025

a/n : good god this fic made me tweak so bad holy shaaat... i have like 1000 exams to study for and im doing this... peak responsibility <3 i wrte it for my pookies and god... sorry if its super cringe this is v v cliche i knoww :( yukimiya is not a character i can write well about HAHA hopefully ys enjoyed.. TT sorry if u wouldn't act like this, i too lose it when the fic does smth i personally wouldnt do but BEAR W ME PLS </3 bummy english and plot once more im sorryyy reminder that english is not my first lng... TT

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delightfulfestjellyfish · 11 months ago

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5 Ways in Which a BIM Course Will Redefine Your Career

Of all the new trends that have recently appeared in construction, Building Information Modeling (BIM) may be considered a breakthrough. Objectively speaking, irrespective of the capacity of architects, engineers or any other specialist in the construction industry, the competence in BIM can become a highly valuable addition to one’s professional portfolio. Thus, for those who are based in India and more specifically in Kerala, there is no better time to think about the BIM course training in Kerala. This is how such a course can alter your career in the following manner. 1. Enhances Your Technical Skillset It is evident that BIM course will provide more benefits in the students in that it will help to improve on the technical skills that one possesses. Conventional ways of designing and constructing buildings are experiencing a phase of erosion by computer and technology tools that are accurate. Of course, BIM is right at top of this revolution. By successfully becoming proficient in software packages like Revit, Navisworks and AutoCAD Civil 3D, one can build a model that encapsulates all the parameters of the construction project ranging from plans and dimensions to the visualization of the project and even cost and time management. Training programs of BIM course in Kerala is developed for both the first timers and the experienced candidates. These courses offer a clear explanation on actual implementation of BIM concepts within different setting. Such technical skills are in great demand in the market and therefore make you a highly attractive candidate for employment by any construction or architectural firm. BIM continues to gain popularity across the construction industry as the industry goes through the digital revolution and learning advanced skills in BIM will give you an edge when it comes to employment. 2. Enhances the Organization of Project Teams and Facilitates Communication The construction business is all about teamwork and therefore, for any given project to be a success then everybody associated with the project has to work as a team. It is mostly because BIM ensure that all the stakeholders including architects, engineers, contractors and clients are all working on one platform that contains information about the particular project. This level of transparency helps in avoiding many misunderstandings, minimize errors that are usually made and makes sure that all members are agreeable to the course of action.

You will be able to know how to use BIM tools in cooperation with your team through the BIM course training in Kerala. This is because you will be well-placed to work with other discipline without friction for the project to proceed from initiation to completion. As such, in adopting this method of delivering project, one is not just likely to achieve better results on the project, but will also be able to secure a virtual pillar on the project delivery team as the one who is capable of ensuring forth-right project delivery on the projects. 3. Helps to Improve Your Chances of Finding a Job and Career Promotion There is increasing demand of professionals with BIM knowledge not only in Kerala but also all over the world. Many companies in the construction industry today are finding themselves searching for people who have the capability of integrating technology in their projects. BIM course training will help you gain a multitude of jobs, and you can start your career. There is no doubt today that it has become an advantage to be skilled in BIM when seeking a job in the Architectural firms, construction companies or even in government projects. Currently there is increasing demand for professionals in construction trade in Kerala as it is among the growing sectors that has potential for growth in the state. Attending BIM training can be a great benefit for your career to provide you the opportunities of such professions as BIM Coordinator, BIM Manager or the positions of project lead. When you come to have sufficient working experience and the reputation of completing competent projects based on BIM, there is something that transfer you to the higher rank or position. 4. Helps You Get Ready For the New Trends in the Market The construction industry defines as complex and dynamic since new technologies and innovative methods come up time and again. BIM is not a fashion in construction — it is a long-term process that has already started. This means that when you pursue BIM course training in Kerala, you are merely increasing your chance of triumph against the present market trends. This course will introduce you to State of the Art BIM tools that would include cloud-based BIM collaboration tools for design, full immersive design tools like virtual reality (VR), and analytics on construction through Artificial Intelligence (AI).

They are developing and advancing in such a way that redefine how projects are planned, controlled and delivered. If you read these trends, you will be in a position to meet the dynamic nature of the industry needs prevailing in the market. This shows great flexibility which is a factor that is applicable when preparing for a long-term career, so as to ensure that the skills one is offering are current. 5. Can be utilized in the support of sustainable building practices With today’s construction trends and practices, sustainability is slowly but surely gaining its place in the construction industry. The governments, the organizations and the consumers are also demanding that construction practices that are environmentally friendly be used. Many authors attribute a crucial role to BIM when it comes to increasing the sustainability scope because it helps to plan, specify materials and evaluate energy efficiency better. Kerala BIM course training may comprise of the details and practices in sustainable design BIM where you will understand how to apply BIM to design the best performing buildings. This includes such as consumption of energy, minimization of wastage and a proper selection of materials to be used. Getting these skills will enable you help work on some projects which are in line with the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals, thus making you a progressive, environmentally sensitive professional. Therefore, participating in a BIM course training in Kerala comes with a plethora of advantages that you’ll need to consider as a way of revamping your career. Among the benefits mentioned above we are going to focus on the benefits of BIM training: – Strengthen and develop your technical and practical abilities and competencies to become more effective and efficient in accomplishing teamwork for projects; –Open up opportunities to find new employment to provide your career development based on your strengths and requirements for future goals in the construction industry. Added to that, engaging in sustainable building practices will not only help you get a promotion but also save our planet from further harm. But as construction industry grows or changes even more, BIM skills are going to be your key to staying relevant and thriving in the future.

#bim course training in kerala #building information modeling course #bim course

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https://gulftechmep.com/bim-course-kerala

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stevespookington · 5 months ago

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We are heading into severe weather season in the US soon (and by soon I mean tomorrow) (disclaimer, this is all general advice. pay attention to the official weather sources in your area for alerts and important information. I am not an expert, weather info is just a hobby for me.)

National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA)/National Weather Service (NWS) has (for now anyways) the Storm Prediction Center (SPC) which is a great source of information to stay weather aware.

The SPC puts out Convective Outlooks. These show where thunderstorms and severe weather have the potential to pop up. (With temperatures warming up, the movement of warm air leads to convection in the atmosphere which results in thunderstorms and sometimes severe weather. There is a good blog post going into more detail here)

Specifically, the outlooks are:

Day 1 Outlook (today and early tomorrow morning)

Day 2 Outlook (the next 24 hours following early tomorrow morning)

Day 3 Outlook (the next 24 hours)

Day 4-8 Outlook (the next days, but these are never too certain due to the way the models work)

These outlooks are timestamped with Zulu time aka Coordinated Universal Time (UTC). You can see how that compares to your local timezone here.

Today (3/13/25), the weather outlook is okay, just a slight risk of thunderstorms across the US. However, Friday (3/14/25) and Saturday (3/15/25) both have a widespread risk of severe weather including strong winds and tornadoes.

If you are in any of these colored regions, stay weather aware! Now, this doesn't mean you have to panic, but keep an eye on the weather reports in your area!

I tend to check the SPC in the morning so I know when I have to really be paying attention to the weather for the day/coming days.

Below is more info on the color coding which you can read more about here. (In addition here is a powerpoint from the NWS with more information "12 Things You Need to Know: Severe Weather Outlooks")

Tips on staying weather aware, it's important to have access to several weather sources.

Check the SPC for updates!

Find your closest NWS Forecast Office via zip code on weather.gov

Keep an eye on the local news and local weather reports

Consider getting a weather radio! (info here from NWS) This is good for if you lose power/internet as you can check the automated radio stations near you

Check the radar (I use the radarscope app) but you can check online with websites like radar.weather.gov or wunderground.com

Ryan Hall Y'all is a youtube channel that livestreams during most severe weather outbreaks

More weather info:

Severe Weather 101

How NOAA Satellites Help Us Stay Ahead of Severe Weather Season

How to Use and Interpret Doppler Weather Radar

TropicalTidbits - Info on hurricanes and other tropical weather

NWS - Emergency Supplies Kit Info

Weather Prediction Center - similar to SPC but more generalized

What to do During a Tornado (via NWS):

Stay Weather-Ready: Continue to listen to local news or a NOAA Weather Radio to stay updated about tornado watches and warnings.

At Your House: If you are in a tornado warning, go to your basement, safe room, or an interior room away from windows. Don't forget pets if time allows.

At Your Workplace or School: Follow your tornado drill and proceed to your tornado shelter location quickly and calmly. Stay away from windows and do not go to large open rooms such as cafeterias, gymnasiums, or auditoriums.

Outside: Seek shelter inside a sturdy building immediately if a tornado is approaching. Sheds and storage facilities are not safe. Neither is a mobile home or tent. If you have time, get to a safe building.

In a vehicle: Being in a vehicle during a tornado is not safe. The best course of action is to drive to the closest shelter. If you are unable to make it to a safe shelter, either get down in your car and cover your head, or abandon your car and seek shelter in a low lying area such as a ditch or ravine.

NOAA and NWS are under threat from everything going on right now. (Hundreds of weather forecasters fired in latest wave of DOGE cuts.) They provide vital services and do very important research about our weather and climate. While 5calls.org does not currently have a template centered on NOAA/NWS, they have similar ones that you could reference, modify, and use. (I have modified one below that you might consider using.) (5calls.org also has other very important scripts that you might use for other issues.) Please consider calling your representatives and telling them how important weather information is to everybody and that they should be protecting it, not defunding it. Not only for severe weather, but for climate change research and more.

Hi, my name is [NAME] and I’m a constituent from [CITY, ZIP]. I'm calling to demand that [REP/SEN NAME] oppose any legislation, or efforts by the executive branch to dismantle or abolish the National Weather Service or the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration. The recent reduction in staff is unacceptable, and will put Americans' lives and property at risk to severe weather. Reduced warning capabilities will put lives at risk and could potentially make response and recovery more hazardous and more expensive. Thank you for your time and consideration. IF LEAVING VOICEMAIL: Please leave your full street address to ensure your call is tallied.

While this is geared towards the US, a lot of this information can be applied via resources specific to your country. And finally, to quote Ryan Hall, Don't be Scared, Be Prepared.

#weather #severe weather #information #psa #us weather #thunderstorms #noaa #nws #national weather service #i might do a followup specifically about reading radar and how to see rotation etc but with the severe weather in the next couple of days #wanted to do a brief overview #if anyone has better templates to call representatives with pls add them on. im not the best at that kinda phrasing #dont be scared. be prepared #tornadoes #thunder storms

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shiyorin · 5 months ago

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Slice of life with Rogal Dorn (and Imperial Fists)

It's a sequel to this one. Of course I'm too lazy to write it seriously, but here's basically what happens next if you're curious.

Somehow, three days later, you found yourself at Home Depot, pushing a cart while Rogal filled it with lumber, cement mix, and various tools. You'd called in sick to work, using vacation days you'd been saving for a trip to Florida.

Instead, you were funding the fortification of your modest suburban home by a giant amnesiac with one hand who worked with frightening efficiency.

"The perimeter will be secure by nightfall." Rogal informed you as you loaded supplies into your hatchback. Despite his size, he'd proven surprisingly inconspicuous in public, people seemed to glance at him, then immediately find something else to focus on, as if their brains refused to process his existence.

You nodded, hoping your neighbors wouldn't notice the construction.

By sunset, your backyard had been transformed. What had been a sagging chain-link fence was now a sturdy wooden barrier, reinforced with metal bracing at strategic points. Despite having only one hand, Rogal worked with astonishing speed and precision.

"I appear to possess construction knowledge." he noted, studying his handiwork. "Perhaps I was a builder or engineer before."

"Maybe." you agreed, genuinely impressed. "You built this faster than the contractors who redid my bathroom, and they had two hands each."

For the first time, you caught what might have been the ghost of a smile on Rogal's stern face.

*****

Two weeks into your unexpected roommate situation, you were adapting to the strangeness with surprising ease. Rogal had proven to be a model houseguest, if one ignored his constant structural critiques and predilection for reinforcing random elements of your home.

Your bathroom plumbing now worked better than it ever had. Your kitchen cabinets were reinforced to withstand what Rogal called "orbital bombardment", whatever that meant. Your home security system had been upgraded with parts he'd somehow fashioned from your old DVD player.

You'd settled into an odd routine. You went to work at the graphic design firm while Rogal stayed home, building and planning. You'd stop at Home Depot on your way back, bringing him modest supplies that he somehow stretched into impressive constructions.

"This is my life now," you told your reflection while brushing your teeth one morning. "I have a giant amnesiac handyman living in my spare room. Could be worse, I guess."

That evening, you came home to find Rogal standing in your backyard, staring intently at a man in black armor kneeling on your lawn.

Not a man in black armor, you realized as you approached cautiously. A man who seemed to be black armor, as if it were grafted to his body. His head was shaved, his face severe, and a massive sword was strapped to his back.

"Um, Rogal?" you called. "Who's this?"

Rogal turned to you, his expression thoughtful. "I believe this is Sigismund. Though I cannot explain how I know this."

The armored man rose, towering nearly as tall as Rogal. "Father" he said to Rogal, then looked confused at his own words.

"Oh fuck." you whispered. "There's more of you?"

"I awakened in a field approximately seven kilometers from this position," Sigismund stated. "I was drawn here by… something I cannot explain."

You looked between the two giants, noting the similar stern expressions and military bearing. "Fantastic. Now I have two of you."

Sigismund surveyed the yard, his gaze lingering on Rogal's fortifications. "The perimeter is well-constructed, but lacks depth. A determined assault would breach it within minutes."

"That's what I said" Rogal agreed. "But we have limited materials."

"I have a more pressing question," you interrupted. "Where is he going to sleep? I don't have another spare room."

Both men turned to you with identical blank expressions.

"Sleep is optional." Sigismund stated.

Your headache returned with a vengeance.

*****

One month and three more arrivals later, your modest home had become something unrecognizable. Your backyard now featured what could only be described as a miniature fortress, constructed with materials that should have been insufficient for the task.

Alexis Polux, another giant man, had appeared next, followed by two others who identified themselves as Vladimir Pugh and Halbrecht. All wore the same confused expression upon arrival, all knew Rogal somehow, and all immediately set to improving your home's defenses.

None could explain their presence or past, though they occasionally used terms like "Astartes," "Imperial Fists," "Black Templars" and "Crimson Fists" in their conversations.

You had given up questioning it. Your house now had the most sophisticated security system on the block, plumbing that would survive a nuclear winter, and structural reinforcement that made you wonder if your property taxes would go up.

Your neighbors had started avoiding eye contact when you collected your mail.

"The garage conversion is complete." Alexis reported one evening as you returned from work. "It will accommodate our increased numbers."

You nodded, long past being surprised by anything. "Anyone else show up today?"

"Negative." Rogal answered from where he was modifying your kitchen island. "Though I sense others may yet arrive."

"Of course they will." you sighed, setting down your grocery bags. "Because why wouldn't they?"

You'd taken to buying food in bulk, as your houseguests consumed calories at an alarming rate. Somehow, your grocery bill was offset by the fact that your utility costs had plummeted, Sigismund had reconfigured your HVAC system for "optimal efficiency."

"Your dwelling is becoming more defensible," Rogal noted with what, for him, amounted to enthusiasm. "Though the neighboring structures remain vulnerable."

"Just focus on our place, okay?" you said, unpacking groceries.

Our place. When had you started thinking of it that way?

When you sat on your reinforced back deck, watching Halbrecht and Vladimir construct what appeared to be a guard tower in the corner of your yard, Rogal joined you.

"You have accommodated us without question." he observed, lowering himself carefully onto a bench he'd built. "This is… unexpected."

You shrugged. "What was I supposed to do? Call the authorities? That would have gone well."

"Nevertheless. You have shown remarkable adaptability."

You glanced at him, surprised by what sounded almost like a compliment. "Thanks. You guys aren't so bad yourselves. Apart from the constant construction noise and eating me out of house and home."

"We contribute what we can." Rogal said solemnly. "Though I recognize it is… unconventional."

You nodded, a small smile forming. "But hey, my house has never been in better shape."

Rogal nodded. "The fortress will stand."

"It's a suburban ranch house, Rogal."

"It is whatever we make of it." he replied simply.

Vladimir, who was now visible on your roof positioning what appeared to be gargoyles shaped like eagles, gave you a solemn thumbs up.

"This isn't happening," you muttered. "And why does my ranch house suddenly have castle turrets?"

"Improved sightlines for defensive operations," Sigismund answered, appearing beside you in full black armor. "Also, Vladimir insisted the aesthetic was important."

Alexis approached with blueprints for what appeared to be a moat system that would encircle your entire property.

"We require your approval for the next phase." he said solemnly.

"Is that a moat?" you asked weakly.

"With optional crocodiles." Halbrecht added, nodding seriously. "I have located a supplier."

You looked at your once-normal house, now a bizarre hybrid of suburban ranch and medieval stronghold, surrounded by giant men with amnesia and apparent fortification compulsions.

"No crocodiles." you said firmly. "But I suppose the moat is fine."

"A wise decision." Rogal approved. "Water barriers are highly effective deterrents."

You sank down onto a nearby bench (reinforced, naturally) and started laughing uncontrollably. The giants paused their work, watching you with identical expressions of mild concern.

"Are you experiencing a malfunction?" Rogal inquired.

You wiped tears from your eyes. "No, I'm fine. Just processing that I now live in the most defensible split-level ranch in Ohio history."

"Not yet." Rogal corrected seriously. "But we are making progress."

As if on cue, a large delivery truck appeared at the end of your driveway. The driver stepped out, consulting his clipboard.

"Got a delivery of… sixteen tons of granite and a medieval trebuchet kit for this address?" he called uncertainly.

Vladimir and Halbrecht exchanged what could only be described as excited glances.

"That would be for us." Rogal confirmed, striding toward the truck.

"I didn't order a trebuchet!" you hissed after him.

"Of course not." Rogal replied calmly. "I used your Amazon account. The reviews were quite positive."

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loving-daisy · 8 months ago

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You Had Me At Hello | Severus Snape x Reader

Young Severus Snape never knew what love was. That was until he met her, his Valentine.

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Chapter 1: Valentine

Word count: 1,344

Life was never easy for Severus Snape.

Born to a muggle father and a pureblood mother, Severus was born a half-blood wizard. Truthfully, his father, Tobias, never liked him. He never wanted a child. But much to his dismay, the boy was born, and he hated his wife for it.

On the other hand, Eileen Prince, Severus’ mother, loved the child so much that she told her what he was at such an early age. She taught him useful charms, gave him books that were in possession of the Prince's manor, and even accompanied him when he first got his wand.

Being the loving mother she was, her husband was no exception to all the love that she could offer. She loved him so much, even if he didn’t treat her right. She loved him even if she would start another day with purple spots covering all over her body. She loved him even if he didn’t love their own child.

It was toxic, yes, but love is toxic.

That’s why the raven-haired boy swore not to build his love around toxicity. In the future, once he finds the love of his life, he will only love her, whoever she is, whatever she is.

But growing up in a small and poor neighborhood, growing up with an abusive father, Severus never knew what love was. Well, of course, he knew what motherly love felt like, but he never knew the bond that connected two people in ways that words can’t explain. He never knew it because it was missing in his parent’s relationship. It was one-sided, not completely full.

That was until he met her.

The raven-haired boy was currently seated at the library in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. 5 years ago, he received his acceptance letter. He would have been surprised if it hadn’t been for his mother to inform him what he was before that. But a year before that event, he met a girl with auburn hair.

Lily.

She was like him, but she didn’t know what she was. And so he passed his knowledge to her, and they became friends. However, the moment they entered the Great Hall, they were sorted into their respective houses, eventually separating them. Lily Evans was sorted into Gryffindor while Severus in Slytherin.

Life didn’t get better for Severus after he left home. He thought that he was free from his abusive father, but he thought wrong. No one really liked him because of his friendship with Lily, his house, and his blood status. He never really had constant friend,s and he often got bullied because of that.

Shallow, yes, but some people just got mad at the wrong things.

“Hello.” A voice greeted Severus, interrupting his train of thought as he did his homework for charms. Without lifting his head, the boy pierced his cold eyes to the stranger.

It was a girl from his house, seeing that she was wearing the same green and silver colors that he wore.

He didn’t bother to answer the girl’s greeting verbally. He merely raised a brow in anticipation, waiting for what the girl wanted from him.

Despite his lack of words, the smile on the girl’s face didn’t falter. “Hello, my name is Y/N.” The girl quipped.

Severus knew who she was. She was Y/N Valentine, the Slytherin sweetheart. In his year, or maybe in Slytherin overall, she was the nicest. But she wasn’t too nice to befriend other people outside their house. Though, a lot of people wanted to be her friend. A lot even wanted to date her, that is, if they weren’t already betrothed to some other pureblood.

Y/N Valentine had distinct features that only she could model. But she wasn’t really Severus’ type. His heart was set on the ginger Gryffindor after all.

“If I am not mistaken, your name is Severus. Correct?” She continued. Severus only nodded in response.

“Do you perhaps...mind if I sit here? The library is packed and there’s no other vacant table left.”

The boy shook his head. “Feel free to do so.” He breathed. It was the first words he ever said to the girl, and the girl felt relieved to hear the boy’s voice.

She knew who he was. He was Severus Snape, the boy people called peculiar. But she didn’t care. None of those trivial things mattered to her.

For a moment there, she thought that Severus was going to push her away. She was glad he didn’t. She wouldn’t want to go and find a different table. The library was packed with Gryffindors. It’s not like she had a prejudice against the house of Godric, it’s just that she didn’t want to deal with questions and interrogations coming from her own house.

That was the first time Severus Snape and Y/N Valentine met. You could say their relationship started there, yes, but it didn’t end there either. Truthfully, Severus wouldn’t have minded if nothing bloomed in that simple interaction. It’s not like a housemate of his didn’t ask the same favor, but that was really a rare occasion. Slytherins mostly study together in the dungeons. But even if someone asked to sit with him in the library, it was always the same; They wouldn't utter another word more and act as if the boy was invisible.

However, this time, it was different. Severus just didn’t know it yet.

After that event, Y/N Valentine became intrigued by the quiet and mysterious Slytherin. As they were studying that afternoon, the girl couldn’t help but take a quick peep on what the boy was doing. He was scribbling in his textbook.

Y/N thought that was just the way he preferred to take notes instead of wasting a good amount of parchment roll. However, her eyes landed on a crossed out procedure that had the contents to slice an ingredient she really couldn’t decipher. Instead of ‘slice’, Severus changed it to ‘crush’.

Was he making up his own procedure? How does he know if that’s gonna work?

The girl was curious about the boy seated in front of him and she needed to satisfy that curiosity.

She heard a lot about him, but not in the way people talked about Lucius Malfoy or James Potter or the good-looking Black brothers. Severus wasn’t popular, no. He was the boy who hid his face behind his long jet-black hair, the boy whose nose was buried in a worn-out Advance Potions textbook, the boy who had a dark aura around him. Okay, he might not be popular but people do know him. Except, all the words that were used to describe Severus Snape depicted his exterior. Y/N Valentine wanted to know his interior.

But after a lot of thinking, the girl assumed why the boy was quiet and reserved. James Potter and his lot often messed with him, calling him names and sending hexes towards his way. Honestly, the girl didn’t know the reason why the obnoxious Gryffindors bully the quiet Slytherin. It’s not like he’s doing anything wrong.

Being the Slytherin sweetheart that she is, she couldn’t just watch the group of Gryffindors harassing her housemate. She just had to do something about it.

Hidden behind a wall, the girl flicked her wand to point at the haughty Gryffindor, murmuring the incantation of the hex that would disable you to move, coating your body with thick ice.

After seeing the work that she did, she couldn’t help the smirk that took place on her lips even when she grabbed her book and pretended to read.

Severus didn’t know if it was his mind playing tricks or if it was a side effect he got from the marauders’ hexing but he knew he wasn’t the one who casted the freezing spell towards James Potter. The magic came from the side anyways.

If it weren’t for another Slytherin calling her name, Severus wouldn’t have any clue on who could have helped him.

End of Chapter 1

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velvet-paradox · 3 months ago

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The Stray

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Captain John Price x female reader/ John "Soap" McTavish Summary: Soap needs a place a to crash for a few days, what he finds is more than he'd thought. Length: Medium Warnings: NSFW 21 +ONLY, explicit content, strong language, detailed smut, m masturbation, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v.

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He doesn't take no for an answer.

Johnny likes that about the captain; no nonsense, no bullshit, cut and dry, you never have to guess with John Price who has stated more than once that he hates sugar-coated anything. That goes for food and information, by the way.

Riding shot gun, holding his standard military issued duffel, still holding strong since boot camp many moons ago in his lap, Soap watched as the city lights became sparse. The stacked, snow covered houses and buildings, the noise faded and morphed into faded stop signs and angled parking, was that a town clock tower?

"Yer sure 'bout me crashing at your place? I don't mind a hotel."

"Nonsense McTavish." John said as he rolled his 80's Chevrolet pick up truck to a stop at the light.

As Soap looked around, he realized that maybe this was the ionly stoplight around. Captain lived just outside of the city, nowhere near base, a small town. Smaller than where Soap hailed from even; it felt like a time warp. Gone were modern homes and electric vehicles but older model cars, rusted winnebago's, slanted parking, older brick buildings and a serious lack of a four story brick building in sight.

Instead he saw some young boys chasing each other with snowballs, small piles of snow lined the curb just outside of breakfast diner, a little girl had fallen off her tricycle outside of a pizza joint. Of course Price would live in a town like this.

"My ol' lady wouldn't be too happy with me if I let one of my men pay for some sterile room when we have a perfectly good guest bedroom in wait of use." John chuckled and eased on the gas, shifting gears as the sky bruised and the sun began to descend.

"What size is she?"

John mused. "Perfectly sized."

"Just hope she likes me."

"Aye you'll be a shoe in, sergeant. She maybe a little excited to meet someone new, might rush ya' a bit but she means well." He chuckled again and turned down another street before pulling into a quaint driveway, two car garage, a shovel leaned against the space between. The lights were already on, it surprised Soap to see a little snowman made by the front stairs of the porch.

The captain's house was well kept, maintained and cozy. An afghan draped over a soft looking lounge chair, the loves eat angled perfectly to the TV that HD stood the test of time apparently he hadn't seen a bubble TV in quite some time. A taxidermy pheasant and loon were placed on the coffee table next to an empty glass. There were paintings of farmhouses on one wall, a crocheted cut out of a lion on the other. It reeked of cider, sandalwood, smoke and something that John must've put in a croc-pot before his shift. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious.

"John, is that you?" a voice called out. In shock, Soap remained completely still.

"You know it! brought us home a stray." The captain said hanging up his hat on one of those old school diamond hat racks tacked to the wall, below hung a few coats of military green, muddy boots sat worn and limp on a shoe rack.

"Don't tell me you named it already!"

" 'fraid not little lady; he already came with one."

"Oh rats!"

As soon as he shut the front door, a scratching noise could be heard and as quickly as he looked up he saw a very excited tawny dog came bounding around the corner.

"There she is! Come 'ere ol' girl, did you miss me that much?" John ruffled the dogs fur, her tail winding before she collapsed on the floor for him to rub her belly. She let out a few excited barks before setting her hazel eyes on Soap, wiggling to get herself up off the floor, his loyal companion bounded at him, sniffing and licking at his hands until he dropped the duffel with a thud.

"Oh! you are a friendly one hey." He bent down and felt her curly q's, it almost looked like the dog was smiling at him. A new friend. He moved her collar, little strawberries with smiling faces with a bone shaped name tag; Mary Jo Price. "Ol' girl is a good girl."

"She sure is." Soap jerked at hearing the woman's voice clearer, mid belly rub of Mary Jo, his eyes moved towards the sound. There stood a leaning woman on the doorframe that must've lead towards the kitchen. It was such a stark contrast on seeing a plaid shirt Price had worn early on in the week be draped around a woman's' form versus the captain. It slouched over her shoulder, tied together to her figure by a similarly goofy apron with dancing banana's on it, in a pair of white crew socks.

Soap was stunned, who was this doll strutting around the captains' house, a one night stand who was staying another night, a roommate of sorts? was she dog sitting while John went to work and messed up her clothes? too many gears were working in Johnny's head to piece things together.

"Sorry 'im late, this is sergeant John McTavish, he'll be stayin' with awhile."

"Oh is that so?" She cocked her head at him before setting blazingly friendly eyes at him.

"Thought we could get use out of that guest room."

"Ah yes, excuses excuses. Now let me meet our guest."

A wave of the softest perfume or lotion wafted and hung around like a halo as she walked over, smile bright as the sun, he was expecting to shake hands only for her to swat his hand away.

"Any friend of John's is a friend of mine." She said and hugged him tightly.

"Told ya'!" Price said taking off his jacket to join his hat.

"Told him what?"

"That you'd be excited to meet someone new." He answered with a shrug.

"Um John… you're naked. Again."

"Wha'?"

She pointed to his hands, something shiny on her own caught his eye before lightly slapping his face and returned to the kitchen, Mary Jo following happily, maybe hoping for more pets and a possible scrap of what was cooking for being a good host.

"Oops." John Price made a face and dug into his front shirt pocket after patting his lovingly, Soap's brain was foggy as he was putting two and two together, watching his captain take out a wedding band and slipped it on without care.

He followed him blindly into the kitchen, face as scrunched as a single served napkin.

"Wait… Mary Jo isn't your ol' girl?"

"Wha'?"

"You said in the truck your ol' girl … wait… you're married?"

"Yeah." John said bluntly and opened the fridge to grab a drink.

"To each other?"

The pair turned to look at him. "Who did you think I was? I'm Mrs. Price. Would you like something to drink, dinner is almost ready. You're not vegan are you?"

"No."

"Good! we're having a shoulder roast, John snagged a deer last month and I've been dying to try out this recipe. Water? beer? iced tea? milk…"

"You're married?!"

"Johnny are you okay?" You asked, a soft hand on his shoulder as Mary Jo circled around the kitchen before laying down on her designated bed in the corner by the back door. More fruit and colorful displays, there was even a lemon shaped bowl on the counter with little yellow wrapped candies piled inside.

"John doesn't like to talk about his personal life on base with the company, puts me and him at risk if anything were to happen to him during a deployment, foreign or domestic." You explained.

It made sense but still, the captain could be cold as a blizzard, short, nothing to push or shove so to see you, a bright and colorful extension of him was blowing his Scottish mind.

Dinner was delicious, the bourbon John kept on a little drinking cart in the living room was even better, followed up by a welcoming house tour and showed him to his quarters.

….

Soap woke up to the sound of running water, a few days later, steam and the captains' shower gel of choice warmed through the early morning air of the home. He rolled over and grabbed another pillow hugging it close to his bare chest, fresh sheets, cozy bed, everything was perfect.

Until it wasn't.

The patter of your feet running towards the bathroom could be heard, walls were thin here, as you knocked rapidly before he could hear the door handle. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"John… John!"

"What is it? I'm almost done then you can--"

"No it's not that. I'm ov--" You rushed out in a huff.

"Wha'? 'old on. I can' hear ya' doll."

The shower soon shut off and your voices were clearer through the tiled walls.

"Repeat."

"I'm ovulating." You exclaimed.

"Now?"

"Right now?"

Price grunted and Soap had to cover his face, wondering if he should get up and leave the house for a bit, go for a walk, see the town, maybe the diner was open. But he stayed put, laying there with those fluffy pillows and blankets, he was so warm and comfortable but he didn't exactly want to hear his superior and you get it on.

"Yes. Right now." You answered.

"Well shit, let's do this."

"Language!" You scolded your husband with a slap somewhere on his body.

"He can't hear me."

"You know how I feel about swearing in front of guests. You owe a quarter to the swear jar, mister."

"Fine fine, jus' get in the room and take those panties off this instant, want that pretty cunt on my face stat!"

Jesus H! Soap covered his face with his hands, he was burning hot hearing the exchange and even more so when he could you giggling, running back to your bedroom with a yelp and the slam of your bedroom door just down the hall. Only the bathroom to separate you and even that wasn't enough to drown the sounds you were making.

Clearly you had shed your clothes, your hands had slapped against the wall or headboard, Johnny wasn't quite sure but the captain certainly wasn't some pussy eating slouch by the whines you let out. He covered his ears and rolled over, the soft plush thread count felt light and airy on his bare skin. Which didn't help the situation at hand.

Maybe he should quietly get up and leave the house but then they would know he was listening, not on purpose but he could hear you moaning, muffled sure, but moaning just the same.

"… keep it down or he'll hear you."

"I can't help it when you're licking me like that." You whined out, breathlessly.

"Cover your mouth or I'll find something to keep you quiet."

"Is that an order or a threat?"

John's laugh was bold and carried down the hallway with ease. "Both. Cover your face or you'll be tasting yourself on your panties."

With that he got back to work, your noises and squeals of delight more muffled as you had complied.

Johnny's cock was stirring beneath the sheets, waking to life, urging him to do something. Anything!

He didn't really want to think about his captain and his wife to get off but damn did you sound great. Pleasured by your man, trying for a baby, knowing you were ovulating, knowing for a fact that Price would emptying his balls into your cunt made him hotter.

Fuck it.

Johnny sat up against the smooth headboard cool wood against his naked back as he propped himself up, pulling away the covers, pulling down his boxer briefs as he let himself out.

"Alright princess, on your back, hold them knees up for me." He could hear Price say, his voice a lower, bedroom voice.

"Is that an order, sir?"

"You bet your sweet ass it is, hike 'em up or I'll do it for ya'."

"Ohhh."

Your laugh turned into a gasp just as Johnny grasped his cock, giving it a few wake-up strokes, which didn't take long once he heard you begin to breathe differently, huffing out little puffs of air as your husband was doing god knows what. Whatever it was you liked it. And so did Soap who spat almost gleefully into his large palm, he even spat right on his shaft too for some added help. Small strokes at first, listening carefully with a well conditioned ear, his stomach clenched when you moaned out his name which happened to be his own. Just his luck, he thought mid stroke as he closed his eyes and went a little faster.

"… just a little more, we're almost in ya', all the way."

"Oh god, come on John just give it to me. This needs to take."

"It will honey, it will. Just don't want any damage to your body, no rippin', no tearin', can't mess you up. Can't mess this up." John sighed and pushed forward, filling you up as you sobbed into your hands, muffled begs and pleads, the chants of 'breed me' and 'faster' got Johnny going quicker than he was used to. Watching porn was one thing, listening to it was another but having it so interactively, the pace, the push and pull of the act was something unsuspecting. "That's it that's it, you're lucky I didn't have you on your knees, fuck that pretty throat of yours. You're so good at swallowing me down, look at you, squirming like a worm on a bait line."

"That's not-- uh, that's not an attractive imagine, John." You huffed.

"Suppose not I guess," John chuckled lowly, "but you sure a wiggling around, maybe I do this instead."

Soft slapping sounds hit Johnny's ears, he couldn't make it out just right but…

"Oh look at you! my darlin' lady just loves having her clit slapped with my big fat cock, isn't that right?"

"OH FUCK!"

"I told ya' to keep it down now. Behave."

He did it again and the way you wailed made Johnny's stomach tighten, his pace on his own cock faster with the leaking pre-cum from the tip. He used his thick thumb to circle the head before he spat on himself again.

"I can't help i-it, I've got 8 inches of rock hard steel fucking into me."

"That's it."

There was shuffling and something got bumped along the way, but now he could hear him moving around, grunting at you to get your ass up, spread your legs, hold yourself open for him as he changed positions. Johnny fucked his fist faster and faster, little gasps of his own.

"Princess likes to get spanked, yeah? Doesn't matter where does it, doll? face, tits, pussy, best fucking pussy, her ass. Just a sloppy little mess, yeah? fuck just look at you, held open like this."

"Please sir, breed me," your voice muffled as he could picture your pretty face mushed into the sheets, pillows bouncing, ass bouncing back. You probably looked like an angel. "Come on, fuck a baby into me. You deserve it, you're a good man, even better husband…. fuck yeah, right there! be an even better father, come on baby, give it to me. We deserve it."

"Shit, yeah you wanna' be parents? fuck just playing house huh, let's do the real deal. Mom and dad." John grunted, his hips slamming into yours, skin on skin as Johnny felt a little guilty hearing you two were trying to start a family and yet the image of a juicy cream pie in your cunt made him lift his hips and bite his fist. Cum, ropes of cum spurted out, coating and slicking between his fingers, his body reacting in little tremors as he caught his breath.

"Yes, oh my god yes. Can I cum sir, I'm so close, please?"

"You don't wanna' play Captain Says?"

"Oh god, fine. Captain, please, can I cum?"

Price grunted, slowing his pace to these harsh slams, fucking down into you with each hard thrust.

" 'ave you been a good girl?"

"Yes."

" 'ave you now? you haven't been very quiet, our poor Soap is getting quite the earful this morning."

"Don't say that!"

"Too late."

The thrusts that followed that sentence were obscene and fast, both of you grunting and failing miserably at keeping it down. Johnny didn't mind as he cleaned himself up, listening to you getting railed until you were rendered speechless. Only satisfied moans.

"Captain says rub your clit, cum for me, let it out."

"Oh god, fuck I'm--- I'm-- I'm sorry Johnny! fuck yes, oh my god I'm coming! fuck me harder sir, oh shit!"

Soap stopped cleaning his hands with tissues, pausing mid-motion. In the time he's been here, in your home, he had never heard you call Price, Johnny. Only John and honey. Were you apologizing to him as you couldn't keep your sounds of bliss as quiet as hoped? He smirked at that.

"Give it to me, there you go. Oh lady, you are creaming everywhere. God, hold still and take it, I'm gonna' breed you, breed, breed breed…. fuck!" John made an animalistic noise at the base of his throat, panting for air, for you.

Soap could you two kissing and mumbling words of love for one another.

"Well well, can't have any of this leaking out, now can we, doll?"

The sloppiest of sounds reached Soaps ears and he wondered for a brief moment if he could rub one out real quick. His imagination running a marathon.

"Oh fuck yes John, I love it when you finger your cum back inside me. Uh huh, just like that."

John lowly chuckled and mused that maybe as a formal apology, you both should make him a full breakfast for having to listen to your antics. Johnny's apartment wouldn't be ready for another three days, or so the landlord had stated. Three more days of possible sexual encounters or musings, not that Johnny minded but he if so, he could and would take advantage of bullying the captain about it. Maybe milk him for it too while he's at it, get a nice steak out of his superior.

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