#How to Calculate Position Size

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[ttsukiimi]

───〃★ C’MERE, BRING THAT D⍣CK HERE .ᐟ

〃★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ You’ve been a good wife—you really have! But when your husband’s boss confronts you about him cheating with his secretary, you just can’t help but take up his offer to get back at him.

〃★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ nanami x fem!reader, gojo x fem!reader, Sukuna x fem!reader, geto x fem!reader, cheating (not reader), smut (mdni), exhibitionism (sukuna, gojo), slight n⍣pple play, slight cl⍣t play, slight creamp⍣e (geto), full Nelson (gojo), office s⍣x.

〃★ 𝐚/𝐧 ⎯ I was gonna add toji but realized his broke assss not the boss of anyone🤧

────〃ଘ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 - NICE ‘N SLOW

The wooden legs of his desk scrapped against the floor with every deep thrust, important paperwork scattered all over from how much he had you squirming from his slow, calculated movements. Your nails dug into the wood, scratching and latching onto the edge as your back arched, a cry of pleasure bubbling from your throat.

Was this wrong somehow? No. Your cheating scum of a husband should receive the treatment he’s given you. And you almost wished he’d walk in on the sight of his boss balls deep in his wife. Well, ex-wife, anyway.

Nanami leaned in to your ear and you shivered, feeling his breath fan past your neck, smelling his cologne and—fuck, you could feel his muscles through this suit against your back. “Hope you’ve finally found your worth. He never deserved you.”

His words entered one ear and came out the other with how hazy he had you feeling, cock penetrating you over and over in a cycle that had you feeling delirious. Your head spun, and the world seemed to blur from existence—except for Nanami; his hands, his words, his voice.

“I’ll make you feel better—cum better than he ever has.”

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 - I’LL DO IT INSTEAD

Now, Satoru had always had his eyes on you. From the very first moment you came into the office, bringing your husband his forgotten lunch, he knew he had to have you. The whole interaction left him feeling bitter anyway—he only waved you off after he grabbed his lunch and refused to kiss you in front of his colleagues.

What kind of man was he?

Satoru had no problem fucking you in front of him, though.

You watched your husband’s wide eyes, embarrassed but basking in your sweet revenge. A smirk graced Satoru’s lips, his own focused on your husband’s flickering gaze from how he split your cunt open so lewdly to your bouncing tits as if in a trance.

“‘S how’s it feel? Watching your pretty little wife get ruined?” He breathed, strong arms folding you further into the full Nelson position he had you locked in. “You turned on, hm? Seein’ her lil’ cunt get fucked?”

Your eyes closed and your tongue lolled out, head thrown back onto Satoru’s shoulder as your hand came down to pinch your pulsing clit in circles.

Satoru peppered kisses upon your jawline and stopped by your ear. “Why don’t you tell him how good ‘m making you feel?”

────〃ଘ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 - DO IT BETTER!

You’d always had your eye out for your husband’s particularly hot and intimidating boss, though you’d always stray your gaze away from him out of respect and loyalty. Respect and loyalty that your husband never seemed to reciprocate.

And when his boss finally confirmed that he was cheating on you—you’d finally given into your fantasy of fucking him.

But this isn’t how you imagined your fantasy would go.

Everyone’s eyes were glued to you, either out of fear of what Sukuna would do or out of pure infatuation from how wet your cunt was. You sat on Sukuna’s lap, legs spread open for anyone and everyone to see—even your spouse whose face was a mix of anger and confusion.

He didn’t have the right to be mad right now.

You were almost about to curse him out when Sukuna slid in with one swift thrust. Your breath caught in your throat, tears already welling in your eyes as he began to move without giving you even a second to adjust to his abnormal size.

He bounced you on his lap, heavy balls smacking against your ass so loudly it resonated throughout the meeting room. His big hands groped your chest though your blouse, practically ripping it off you.

“I’ll show you fuckers how to properly fuck a pretty lil’ thing like her.”

────〃ଘ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 - LIKE YOU DESERVE

Heat creeped up into your face. You hadn’t expected your day to amount to anything—considering your husband’s boss had told you about his affair just a day before—but there you were, sat on the same man’s lap as he fucked up into your cunt.

I’ll fuck you like you deserve. Those were his words—the words that got you here in the first place.

Suguru’s fingers toyed with the hood of your clit, pinching the nub of nerves in such a gentle yet pleasurable way that had shocks of electricity rocking through you. Your legs shook and quivered with how wide he had you spread them, muscles beginning to feel sore after some amount of time.

But Suguru hadn’t had his fill yet, he had to show you—make you feel what your husband couldn’t do to your body. So, with his cock still pumping in and out of you recklessly, two fingers entered your mouth while his unoccupied hand pinched and twisted your hardened nipples.

“Suck,” he ordered, and you did. It was almost embarrassing how fast you complied, wrapping your tongue around his thick digits as you suckled on them, excess saliva dribbling down your chin.

And it was all so lewd. The ring of cum coating his cock from both your multiple orgasms, your red and pulsing clit, your moans—and shit. If Suguru knew one thing it was one thing only; he would keep his promise and fuck you like you deserve.

[zhongtea]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ tight fit ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐

— ft. alhaitham, diluc, wriothesley, zhongli

synopsis — taking them can be quite the challenge, but the reward is always worth it in the end; 2.4k words.

— minors do not interact! unprotected sex. size kink. oral in zhongli’s. use of pet names. fem!reader.

— alhaitham 𝜗𝜚

“it’s too much, ‘haitham…”

alhaitham has always picked up on your little habits, especially the ones pertaining to the bedroom. one such habit is you always crying about how he’s just too big for you to take. and naturally, he’s figured out a way to overcome this thanks to your predictability.

“nonsense,” he says and pushes himself further in. you whine again, just like he knew you would. “you manage to take me every time without fail, no matter how much you always whine about it.”

his tone is flat but raspy. he’s calculating every move, making sure to press inside just enough but not too much at once. he’s big and he knows — maybe he’s a little too aware of this — and you’re grateful he takes his time despite the way you lack the patience to wait.

“i don’t whine,” you pout. there’s a ghost of a smirk on his face. it’s gone just as quick as it appears but you catch it nonetheless.

alhaitham is adept at proving you wrong, because when his cock inches deeper into your sodden cunt you let out a sound that could only be described as a whine. he ignores the small glare you give in favor of pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit. he smooths circles over it and your cunt reacts appreciatively, allowing him in just a bit more.

“i always make sure to fill you up just right, don’t i?”

you whimper at the stretch; you’re so full, already feeling at your limit and he’s just barely halfway in. “yes.”

“you know i’ll always take care of you.” he keeps showing affection to your clit to open you up for him more while his free hand roams your body. alhaitham is a man of details, and he’s always so well tuned to you and your body.

you’re being flipped before you can even process the change of positions. alhaitham steadies you with a firm grip to your hips before he’s thumbing at your clit again. when you look at him in question, he offers you a small smile.

“there, this might be better for you.” he’s pulling at your hips, just enough for you to get the idea. he sucks in a breath as he watches you lower yourself down on him slowly, adoring the way your cunt swallows him inch by inch. the descent is agonizingly slow and he’s fighting the urge to buck up into you, but he’s careful to allow you your time, your own pace.

you’re steadying yourself with your hands on his chest, the muscles taut under your touch. you take a bit more and cry out in bliss at the fullness, that blissful stretch that you can’t help but find addicting. “so full, ‘haitham. it feels so good.”

alhaitham hums just as you allow gravity to take over, fully sheathing his cock inside until every inch of space inside you is crowded by him. you’re quivering and you’re dripping all over him, cunt crying at the pleasurable stretch it’s taken on to accommodate his size. you’re so very tight around him that he feels insane. no matter how much he fucks you on his cock, he’ll never get over just how good you are for him.

“it’s always the same outcome, and yet i am amazed every time at how well you fit around me. if i didn’t know any better, I might think you were made for me.”

— diluc 𝜗𝜚

everything is burning red — the heat between your thighs, the searing blush on your cheeks, and the mane of hair that cascades around you. and even the eyes that bore into you share the same fiery hue, alight with passion and desire and love. diluc’s hips twitch and the tip of his cock sinks just a bit further into you, and he groans at the way you’re already trying to squeeze around him. he huffs and his warm breath blows across your face; he’s withholding himself, you know this, with the tense of his muscles and the crease of concentration on his brow.

you close your legs around his hips in attempt to pull him closer. he’s able to correct himself and remain steady, but still you manage to gain another press of his mushroom tip into your plush walls. “diluc, more. please, baby, i need you.”

he huffs again before smearing a kiss across your forehead. “i know, but patience.” he aches to fill you up just like you desire to be filled by him, stuffed to the brim with every inch, but he’s careful. he is a lot to take, and you are so incredibly tight. the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull him down for a kiss. it’s searing, it’s sloppy, and it’s enough to distract him so you can push at his hips with your legs again. the stretch is immediate and you both sigh out. “i always take you so well, right?”

diluc is fisting the sheets tightly. you’re always so impatient for him, but he supposes he cannot blame you, not when he is equally as such. he tries to be, but you always manage to bring out a desperate side of him that makes him feel like he’s losing his grip on his sanity. “you do,” he breathes and pushes himself in more, quickly noting the way you tense up. “always such a perfect fit for me.”

he’s pressing his hips forward more and more, but so agonizingly slow that you have no other choice but to bask in the way every inch of him is crowding every bit of space inside you, stretching your walls so wide it has your breath catching in your throat. he’s like an all consuming fire, igniting all of your nerves and senses until you’re ablaze with wild desire. “diluc, please…”

“almost there, my love. you’re taking me so well.” diluc’s forehead is flush against yours just as he bottoms out completely, finally giving you the entirety of him. his hips are snug against yours as he remains still to allow your little cunt to acclimate to his girth, and to also allow him a moment to gain his composure. that first plunge of his cock into your heat always threatens to unravel him.

“you will be the end of me,” diluc says through a release of breath as he rocks his hips slightly, testing the waters. he kisses you when you whimper. “you and your tight,” a groan, “little pussy.”

your hands are carding through his thick hair in attempt to ground yourself. you already feel so insane off the pleasure and he’s just entered you. “want more, want you to move…”

the man above you chuckles and obliges. who was he to deny you? “always so eager for me, my love.” he starts off slow and deep until he picks up the pace, and it’s beyond you both at this point, the way your highs gain on you so incredibly fast.

“diluc, gonna cum already!” you’re so overwhelmed by the fullness of him, by the pleasure he gives you; it’s a euphoria only he can offer you.

his lips are on yours. slow, sensual, loving, and so contrasted to the sloppy rhythm of his hips. “like i said, so eager.” and yet, he’s so close to unraveling himself. all because of you and the way you take him so perfectly like you were meant just for him.

— wriothesley 𝜗𝜚

“easy now, pretty girl.”

the duke’s voice is hushed and rough while his hands are steadying your hips. he pulls your weight down on him just a tad bit further, not too much but enough to make you cry and him suck in his breath in a hiss. “take it nice and slow for me.”

you fist at his shoulders until your nails are digging into him through the fabric of his shirt. you try and fail to lower yourself down onto his cock; his hands keep you rooted in place, and your poor pussy is aching at the stretch of his tip. “wriothesley, let me sit on it.”

“that’s the idea,” he drawls with a smirk. “but we can’t get ahead of ourselves now can we?”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “you are so unfair.”

wriothesley kisses away your pout, nibbling at your bottom lip until you whimper. “and you are a little too eager. slow and steady, as they say.”

this certainly wasn’t the outcome you were seeking when visiting wriothesley at his office today, but here you are. and now you’re aching to be filled with his thick cock, but you and him both know that taking him in full is always something that must be handled with care…but you always get a little too impatient when presented the opportunity to have him.

“why are you so big?” you whine, your pussy fluttering around his thick tip. you’re already pushing your limits and it’s just the tip. you roll your hips back and forth for some sort of friction and the duke beneath you groans.

“is that a complaint i hear, darlin’?” wriothesley lifts his hips up and shoves another inch in, cock head pushing through your taught walls. “she’s certainly not complaining.”

you huff. your toes curl at the stretch just as you leak around his girth, pussy doing its best to allow him in, to accommodate. it’s a sticky mess that pools between your thighs and covers his lap. the further he pushes in the more you seem to leak your slick all over him.

“oh my god,” is all you can moan out when you sink another inch down on his cock, your thighs beginning to shake and your breathing quicken.

your lover beneath you smirks, icy gaze watching the way your brows furrow in concentration. “now if it’s too much for you, darlin’, feel free to tap out now.”

you always end up taking him in, every inch. you exhale and drop your hips all the way down until you’re flat on his lap, cock completely nestled between your gummy walls. you sigh out at the fullness, your poor walls stretching perfectly for him and squeezing him so good the man underneath you can’t help but groan. “don’t get cocky, your grace.”

wriothesley’s hands on your hips are bruising. he huffs out a chuckle and there’s involuntary flutter of your cunt around him. “you’re right,” he says with a grind of his hips. “and besides, my pretty girl’s always going to take me so good. if anyone should be cocky, it should be you.”

he follows up his praise with a searing kiss against your lips. you tangle your hands in his hair just as you begin to rock your hips back and forth.

“you’ve got me now, darlin’. just like you wanted. ride me and take your fill.”

— zhongli 𝜗𝜚

you feel hazy as you come down from yet another orgasm, thighs shaking and chest rising and falling in heavy breaths. the only thing that keeps you rooted to reality is the press of lips against your thighs, soft and adoring and comforting.

“you are alright?” zhongli’s deep voice is gentle and kind and it warms you from the inside out while he continues his kisses against your skin. he enjoys the way your slick and his spit glisten over your pretty cunt, and he offers an appreciative kiss against your swollen clit.

you whine at the sensitivity. you relax when one of his large hands massage your thigh. “i am more than alright, zhongli.”

he hums in response before trailing kisses up your tummy and through the valley of your breasts until he’s face to face with you. his gaze is warm and molten gold, setting you alight under its glow. “then allow me to take you now, my dearest.”

there’s a pause and then you feel it, the ever familiar press of his thick tip against your slippery folds. you gasp when he taps it against your clit and he’s quick to swallow up the sound of your moan that follows.

“you’re very wet,” he notes, proud of the mess he’s already made of you, and proud of you and how perfect you are for him. his cock pushes into your folds just enough for you to feel that first stretch, but does not continue any further. “do you think you can take me in full, hm?”

you nod eagerly just as you grasp at his strong arms. “yes, please. give me all of you. i can take it.”

of course you can, you always do. zhongli’s lips graze yours and he smiles warmly. “but as always, we will take this slow.” because even with the way you take him so well in the end, he’s careful, hesitant to inflict even the slightest pain upon you. he’s well endowed, godly in his design, and more than anything he wants this to pleasurable for you. he’ll never want you in discomfort because of him.

you moan as he makes the first small push into you; your pussy expands to welcome him in and the familiar burn of the stretch is there, quelled by the ample amounts of your arousal from the previous orgasms he had given you. “z-zhongli!”

your lover shushes you with another kiss, stilling himself while your walls quiver around his girth. “sshhh, my dearest. it’s alright,” he coos. “breathe for me.”

and you try to do as he says, but your breath is stolen from your lungs when he plunges deeper, invading every bit of space in the depths of you. “so full…”

zhongli chuckles as he rests his forehead against yours. he watches you as you pant, kiss swollen lips quivering, and he thinks you’re the most stunning being he’s ever seen. “i know. you are doing well.”

another incredible inch and your toes curl into the sheets. you sing out such a pretty chorus of moans for him; he gives you more of himself. your gummy walls wrap tightly around him and he sighs in content.

“i want the rest of you, zhongli.” you’re earnest in your desire. you need him all the way inside this very moment. but there is still much more of him to take. “i promise i can take it.”

the god of old places a kiss against your cheek, fondness for you, his adorable little human lover, and your abundant eagerness for him; the same eagerness he will always harbor for you and you alone.

“now, now. there is no need to rush. you will have me in full.” another kiss, and another inch. “i promise.”

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[kngrose]

ur ambessa hcs were soooo rgrhth ttib—can i pretty please get anything with manhandling and ambessa? i NEED her to toss me around 🙏🏾

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

WARNINGS: just thoughts with a lot of words, slightly suggestive, nothing too explicit

from roselí. ᡣ𐭩 : pairing this with another ask about ambessa with a size kink… two birds, one stone, anons ^^

Ambessa’s physical stature and her quiet authority could eeeaaasssilllyyy feed into the fantasy of being overwhelmed by someone much larger and more dominant than you.

Can you imagine being caught in a situation where you’ve underestimated her or opposed her will?

Ambessa would approach you with a calm, assured presence, her movements measured and controlled— like she’s sizing you up in the battlefield. With a single, confident step forward, she would close the distance between you, her gaze locking onto yours— a silent warning of her strength and authority.

And when she grabs you, it’s not the hurried, aggressive lunge of someone desperate to overpower you. Instead, it’s a firm, calculated grip—a hand at right at your wrist or your shoulder, just enough to show you that resistance is futile. Her touch is unyielding, her fingers strong, a reminder that she can control your movements with ease. There’s no struggle in her grip, no wasted energy; just a quiet, forceful assertion of her dominance over your body.

If she needs to move you, her actions are swift and efficient. She might spin you around, pushing you into a position where you’re forced to face her, or shove you over a surface, pressing her hips into your ass shamelessly—the pressure of her hold ensuring that you can’t escape. She would handle you like a chess piece, placing you exactly where she wants you, without hesitation or mercy. Each touch would feel purposeful—reminding you of the vast gulf in strength between you.

Her manhandling you can feel especially unsettling at times. It’s how she can make it feel almost effortless, as though you are a mere object in her path. It makes you feel weak, small. She doesn’t need to shout or threaten. Her sheer presence and physical control are enough to make you realize the danger of underestimating her.

There’s always a look. It’s sharp, but it’s warm. Moments like these fufill Ambessa, moments where she can use her brute strength, moments where you challenge her authority so she can humble you in the best way possible. It excites her, to see you pinned— unable to move or even wriggle under her weight.

Even in her most physically dominant moments, Ambessa would never lose her composure. Her movements are smooth, deliberate, and elegant, embodying a calm yet chilling sense of power. But they’re assertive, forceful— even though she’s hardly applying as much pressure as you both know she could. When she exerts her physical dominance, you would feel not just the weight of her strength but also the cold, unspoken reminder that defiance is a costly mistake.

There’s an intensity in her gaze, a knowing look that communicates she is fully aware of the size difference between you, and that she will use it to her advantage. It doesn’t matter if your five feet or six, she’s massive. Tall and wide, full of muscle. And besides that, her looming presence is always enough to set you straight, an unspoken non-nonsense vibe radiating off of her. Ambessa doesn’t need to make grand gestures to assert her dominance, the way she stares you down like a hawk commands attention and obedience.

In this dynamic, every touch, every movement would be amplified by the contrast of your sizes. Her hands would feel impossibly large as they wrap around your wrist, your waist, or even the back of your neck. She could effortlessly pull you closer to her, her body pressing against yours, leaving you feeling fragile, and utterly under her control. Her touch would be firm, almost possessive, reminding you of just how much stronger and larger she is than you.

When she speaks, it’s with a quiet authority that sends shivers through you. Her words are calm but carry weight, and she might lean down, her breath warm against your ear, reminding you that no matter how you resist or struggle, she’s the one in control. The size difference plays a powerful part of the interaction, where her stature makes every action feel deliberate, slow, and incredibly overpowering.

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42 character development questions!

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PHYSICAL PRESENCE AND GESTURE.

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy? 2. How much physical space do they use, active and at rest? 3. How do they position themselves in a group? Do they like to be the center of attention, or do they hang back at the edges of a crowd? 4. What is their size and build? How does it influence how they use their body, if it does? 5. How do they dress? What styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor? Why? 6. What are they like in motion–in different environments and in different activities? What causes the differences between these? 7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment? What causes the differences between these? 8. Where and when do they seem most and least at ease? Why? How can you tell? 9. How do they manifest energy, exhaustion, tension, or other strong emotions? 10. What energizes and drains them the most? 11. How are they vocally expressive? What kind of voice, accent, tones, inflections, volume, phrases and slang, and manner of speaking do they use? 12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

DISPOSITION AND TEMPERAMENT.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 14. What do they care deeply about? What kind of loyalties, commitments, moral codes, life philosophies, passions, callings, or spirituality and faith do they have? How do these tend to be expressed? 15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives? 16. Do they dream? What are those dreams like? 17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person? 18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take (best, worst, most likely)? What would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

CONNECTIONS WITH OTHERS.

19. How do they behave within a group? What role(s) do they take? Does this differ if they know and trust the group versus finding themselves in a group of strangers? Why? 20. What kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them? How are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships? 21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why? 22. How do people respond to them, and why might these responses differ? 23. How do they respond to difficult social moments? What makes them consider a social situation difficult? 24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 25. What do they need and want out of relationships, and how do they go about getting it? 26. How do they view and feel about relationships, and how might this manifest in how they handle them if it does?

ACTIVITIES AND PREFERENCES.

27. What do they strongly like and dislike in any category? Why? 28. What are they likely to do if they have the opportunity, resources, and time to accomplish it? Why? 29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative? 30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much? 31. Is there anything that counts as a “dealbreaker” for them, positively or negatively? What makes things go smoothly, and what spoils an activity or ruins their day? Why? 32. Do they have any “props” that are a significant part of their life, identity, activities, or self-presentation somehow? What are they, how are they used, and why are they so significant? How would these props’ absence impact them, how would they compensate, and why?

THINKING AND LEARNING.

33. How do they learn about the world? What is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things? 34. How do they understand the world–what kind of worldview and thought processes do they have? Why? 35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them? 36. How much do they rely on their minds and intellect versus other approaches like relying on instinct, intuition, faith and spirituality, or emotions? What is their opinion on this? 37. Have they had any special education or training that colors their means of learning about or understanding the world? Conversely, do they lack some kind of education considered essential in their world? What kind of impact has this addition or lack had on them? 38. Is there anything they wish they could change about their worldview or thought processes? What, and why? 39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction? 40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

FREE FOR ALL.

41. What associations do they bring to mind? Words or phrases, images, metaphors, or motifs? Why? 42. I have a question of my own!

[witchthewriter]

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

๋࣭⭑ 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・An injured rider would make Balerion see pure red. But he would be old enough to reel himself in, listen down the connection/bond to see how badly you were injured and what course of action to take.

・For example, if his rider was incapacitated, then getting you to a safe place is the number one priority. But if you can still ride, then revenge would be enacted.

・Balerion’s immense size and dominance would make him nearly unstoppable.

・Balerion would want to prioritize shielding his injured rider, possibly using his massive body as a physical barrier.

・He might attempt to remove his rider from danger, either by carrying them away or by creating a defensive perimeter of destruction around them.

・Balerion’s intelligence, hinted at in the books, would likely make him more than just a mindless engine of destruction.

・If his rider commanded him to retreat or focus on defense rather than attack, Balerion would likely obey, showing a calculated restraint.

・If his rider is badly injured but in a safe space, then Balerion wouldn't leave their side.

・The large beast would be wary of whoever came near you and would only allow those he knew to help

・If you weren't able to speak aka say commands to Balerion, then he would patrol the area. Not going too far, and perching closer than he usually does

・If you are able to speak, then you would tell him you're alright and he should go on as normal.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・With an injured rider, Vhagar would be absolutely and utterly furious.

・She would become an overwhelming force, destroying anyone and anything in her vision.

・With guidance from you, Vhagar would calm down.

・Her age evokes wisdom, especially as a war dragon; she would have a keen sense of the battlefield and make sure that while attacking, she is also evacuating you.

・Despite her ferocity, she would be guarding you the whole time. Aka, shielding you and positioning you in a defensive spot.

・Vhagar would continue to spew fire but also growl and roar to frighten off any other potential threats

・Vhagar’s bond with you would lead to visible signs of distress

・Everyone would hear her cries echo across the battlefield, hear her song of woe. She'd feel shame underneath her fury that you got hurt while with her

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏: While Balerion’s sheer size and strength might make his reaction similarly destructive, Vhagar’s advanced age and battle experience would give her a more tactical edge.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Dragons like Caraxes or Meleys, while also aggressive, would lack Vhagar’s overwhelming physical dominance and ability to destroy on a massive scale.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike Dreamfyre or Silverwing, Vhagar’s response would prioritize vengeance and destruction over restraint or evasion.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meraxes, like the other dragons of the Conquest, was a powerful war dragon and used to destruction.

・If her rider were injured, Meraxes’s immediate reaction would be to obliterate the source of the threat.

・In a battle scenario, Meraxes could become an impenetrable barrier of flame and fury, ensuring you were unreachable.

・Dragons are known to express emotions through vocalizations and physical actions.

・If you were hurt, Meraxes would be continuously roaring, snarling, and snapping.

・Her behavior might become erratic or more aggressive, reflecting her emotional connection to her rider.

・The emotional connection is a large factor in the response of a dragon. When a dragon and a person bond, that bond is seemingly for life.

・Whatever hurts the human, is emotionally felt by their mount.

・Hence, Meraxes response would be utterly devastating for your enemies

・She would be doing both: exacting revenge and keeping you safe.

・As one of the most formidable dragons of her era, Meraxes’s wrath would be remembered as nothing short of legendary.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・If The Cannibal's rider were injured, his reaction would ... be to ... kill ... everybody...

・He would lash out with unrestrained savagery.

・His ferocity would far surpass most dragons, as his instincts would push him to eliminate any perceived threat

・The Cannibal would eliminate anything or anyone in proximity to his injured rider, even allies

・The Cannibal, a once wild dragon, is driven by a hyper-territorial instinct.

・After completely obliterating the battle field, he would take his rider to a secluded location, ensuring they remain inaccessible to enemies—or anyone else.

・Even with your commands, it would take him a while to fly you to your other allies as he doesn't trust anyone. Only after hunting the enemy down and wiping them from this earth, will he have calmed down enough to listen to you

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐅𝐘𝐑𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・Dreamfyre is characterized by a mix of grace, loyalty, and sensitivity, marking her as one of the more intriguing dragons in Westerosi lore.

・Dreamfyre is one of the more gentler dragons. Therefore, there is a completely small chance that she would be on the battlefield. This scenario would be in an out of the blue situation or an attack by the enemy targeting you two.

・However, in this scenario, Dreamfyre would likely focus on defensive actions.

・She would focus on using her fire to clear immediate threats but wouldn't pursue prolonged attacks

・While not as naturally combative as some dragons, Dreamfyre would still lash out if her rider were injured.

・Her response would likely be measured and focused

・Dreamfyre has great speed and agility; using this it would allow her to retreat, ensuring your safety above all else

・With the dragon/rider connection, Dreamfyre would show emotional distress

・Even if you were conscious and trying to calm her down, she would still emit loud, mournful roars or cries.

・While not an overly aggressive dragon, Dreamfyre would still have erratic movements or hostile displays toward anything nearby.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 ✶⋆.˚

・Vermithor is an older, powerful dragon with a temperament.

・Vermithor’s size, strength, and battle experience would make his reaction swift and devastating.

・A measured but brutal assault on attackers.

・A protective stance over the injured rider, displaying his dominance.

・His fire-breathing, completely destructive due to his size, would be unleashed in waves, targeting enemies indiscriminately if he perceived a general danger.

・To protect you further, he would place himself between you and the source of the threat.

・He would continue to try and intimidate any approaching enemies with roaring, hissing, growling and then his fire.

・His intimidation tactics are both used as an expression of anger and a warning to others.

・Erratic behavior, such as pacing or circling would ensue if you were incapacitated and no clear threat remained.

・However, after you're brought to safety, he continues to worry and becomes a very grumpy dragon

・He snaps at whoever comes near. Won't move from his spot which is closest to you.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✶⋆.˚

・Silverwing, who is known to have a calm, gentle, and loyal nature, is a dragon more inclined toward peace than war.

・Being in this position would be quite difficult for her. However, her instincts are to shield you from any further harm.

・This wouldn't happen on a battlefield; she isn't a war dragon and never will be.

・But that doesn't mean she wouldn't care about you -

・No way. She would be so riled up if you were hurt; you mean everything to her.

・She'd position herself as a barrier between you and any perceived threats, using her size and wings to create a defensive shield.

・While not as naturally destructive as dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, Silverwing would still retaliate if her rider’s injury were caused by an attack.

・Her fire-breathing would likely be precise and focused, aimed at neutralizing specific threats rather than unleashing indiscriminate chaos.

・Her actions would reflect a balance between her rider’s safety and her own survival instincts.

・If the situation were dire, Silverwing would 100% prioritize escaping with you to a safe location.

・Her agility and speed in flight would allow her to remove you from immediate danger while avoiding further confrontation.

・Silverwing’s bond with you would make her sensitive to the your needs, and she might instinctively seek out a secure place

・Dragons are highly attuned to their riders’ emotions and physical well-being. If you were hurt, Silverwing might vocalize her distress through mournful roars or cries, expressing her bond with her rider.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Meleys, "The Red Queen," is known for her speed and cunning. If you were injured, Meleys would likely adopt a hit-and-run strategy. Yes, she would come up with that strategy herself

・She's incredibly intelligent; certainly in battle

・Meleys, with her reputation for ferocity in battle, would respond to her rider’s injury with overwhelming aggression.

・If the threat were identifiable, Meleys would unleash her fire and claws directly at the source of the danger, acting swiftly and decisively.

・Her actions would leave the enemy completely obliterated.

・In a chaotic or ambiguous situation, her fury might manifest as indiscriminate attacks, using her speed and power to devastate anything nearby.

・Despite her aggressive nature, Meleys would also prioritize protecting you from further harm.

・Known as one of the fastest dragons, Meleys might take to the skies with you if the situation required a retreat.

・Her speed would make her an effective escape, ensuring her rider’s safety.

・From the air, Meleys could continue her assault, raining fire on enemies while maintaining a strategic advantage.

・Meleys would stay hyper-aware of anything while you're being helped by the maesters

๋࣭⭑ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒 ✶⋆.˚

・Caraxes has a reputation for aggression, intelligence, and ferocity - all traits that are perfect in a war dragon. And his smaller size does not deter from that fact. He's known as 'The Blood Wyrm' for a reason.

・His reaction to his rider being injured would reflect his deeply protective instincts, fierce temperament, and battle-hardened nature.

・Caraxes would react in an overwhelming retaliation - immediate and violent aggression.

・His reaction would be swift and ruthless, targeting anything or anyone perceived as a threat.

・Caraxes would unleash his fire in a wide and destructive sweep

・He would incinerate enemies without hesitation or regard for any collateral damage.

・The dragon would use his claws, teeth, and tail to tear through attackers, his long and serpentine body giving him a deadly advantage in close combat.

・One thing he has above the other dragons is his unique roar. It would halt the battlefield, making everyone stop what they were doing and rethink their next decision...

・Caraxes' strong bond with you would make him unusually attentive to his rider, potentially staying close to ensure your safety.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐘𝐑𝐀𝐗 ✶⋆.˚

・Known for her majestic appearance, loyalty, and a more restrained temperament compared to many war-hardened dragons.

・Syrax is described as relatively calm and well-trained.

・ She would likely react with a balance of aggression and loyalty, following your commands even if you were injured.

・Syrax would unleash loud, intimidating roars to deter or frighten off any attackers, creating a moment of pause in the chaos.

・She has both defensive and aggressive actions toward immediate threats. But she doesn't go after them i.e., give chase or hunt. She's more concerned about you.

・Syrax’s bond with her rider would result in visible signs of distress

・Whining or mournful roars to express her anxiety and protectiveness.

・Pacing, stomping, or circling around you, showing her heightened agitation and concern.

・Syrax is very responsive to your guidance, so her reaction would also depend on your condition:

If Conscious: Syrax would likely follow your commands closely, balancing defense and attack according to her rider’s wishes.

If Incapacitated: Without your guidance, Syrax’s instincts would lean toward defense and retreat rather than sustained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike massive dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Syrax’s response would be more measured, leveraging her loyalty and agility over brute strength.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Syrax would be less overtly destructive than dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, focusing on protection rather than annihilation or revenge.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Like Silverwing, Syrax’s protective instincts would take precedence over aggression, but she would still retaliate if provoked.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ✶⋆.˚

・His temperament is more even-keeled than some of the larger and more aggressive dragons, but he is still fiercely loyal to his rider.

・If you were injured, Seasmoke’s reaction would reflect his youthful energy, agility, and protective instincts.

・As a younger dragon, Seasmoke might be more reliant on his rider’s commands.

・Seasmoke would likely roar or hiss loudly to warn off attackers, using his presence to assert dominance without necessarily resorting to immediate aggression.

・Seasmoke’s youthful agility would make his attacks quick and precise

・One of Seasmoke’s greatest strengths is his speed and maneuverability, which he would use to prioritize his rider’s safety:

・If the situation became overwhelming, Seasmoke would likely take to the skies, carrying his rider to a secure location far from danger.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike massive dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Seasmoke’s reaction would rely on speed and agility rather than overwhelming power.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Seasmoke would be less destructive than dragons like Caraxes or Vermithor, focusing on defense and precision over outright devastation.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: While not as passive as Silverwing or Dreamfyre, Seasmoke’s response would blend protectiveness with a readiness to retaliate if needed.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・His reaction would be intense, driven by his instinct to protect you

・Drogon would have an overwhelming aggression toward the perceived threat.

・He'd unleash a devastating torrent of fire, indiscriminately attacking anyone or anything nearby that he associates with the danger.

・In the moment he wouldn't be able to discern who is friend or foe. All he knows is that you're hurt, and he practically allowed it to happen.

・The battlefield would be complete destruction. Even if you said the word 'Dracarys' or not.

・There'd be nowhere for anyone to run and hide; everything would be set alight. There wouldn't be any enemies left.

・If your injury is really bad than Drogon’s aggression would increase in the following days or weeks.

・Drogon could become more irritable or territorial, perceiving any approach toward you as a potential threat.

・His bond with you would most definitely intensify, causing him to stay closer than usual and grow even more protective.

・It means even his brothers wouldn't be able to come near you

๋࣭⭑ 𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 ✶⋆.˚

・He has a temperament that's balanced between the aggressiveness of Drogon and the gentleness of Viserion.

・Rhaegal perceives himself as your guardian; the one who will protect and look after you no matter what.

・His reaction to his rider being injured would reflect his protective instincts, loyalty to you.

・Rhaegal’s nature suggests he would retaliate against those who harmed his rider, but his response would be more measured than Drogon’s fiery rage

・He would strike down attackers with calculated force. Not letting anyone near you, for fear of causing further injuries.

・Defensive posturing, shielding you with his body. Taking as many hits as he needs to keep you safe

・Potentially retreating to a safe location if you were incapacitated. He knows who is enemies and allies are and if he cannot get you to help, then he will find a place to keep you safe

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒏: Rhaegal's reaction would likely be more measured and defensive, as Drogon’s temperament leans toward unrestrained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒏: Rhaegal’s response would be similar in wanting to get you to safety, but he might exhibit less emotional vulnerability. He'd be more concerned with what comes next.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike seasoned and battle-hardened dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Rhaegal's reaction would lack the overwhelming dominance and experience but would still showcase fierce loyalty and instinctive defense.

๋࣭⭑ 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✶⋆.˚

・Viserion, like Rhaegal, is less aggressive than Drogon but still fiercely loyal. If injured, his response might depend on the severity of the threat.

・In this scenario, when Viserion is being attacked and has an injured rider, then he will become death. People often disregard him as the most affectionate of the dragons; which is true. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't fight to the death to keep you alive and safe.

・He would be using every part of his body to attack; fire, his claws, whipping his tail, roaring, and using his body to shield you

・If the injury were severe or the danger overwhelming, Viserion would prioritize fleeing the situation to carry you to safety

・Viserion’s response would also depend heavily on your condition and commands

・He would become more erratic without hearing you or your instruction

・If you were gravely injured or incapacitated, Viserion would likely remain close, refusing to leave her side and acting as a vigilant protector.

・When he gets you to safety, he'll be gentle to land - not wanting to jostle you. He's very intune with you.

・But when he's alone, he'll start whining and crying. Feeling guilty.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒐𝒏: Viserion’s reaction would likely be more measured and defensive, as Drogon’s temperament leans toward unrestrained aggression.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑹𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍: Rhaegal’s response would be similar in protectiveness, but Viserion might exhibit more emotional vulnerability given his more sensitive disposition.

𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔: Unlike seasoned and battle-hardened dragons like Vhagar or Balerion, Viserion’s reaction would lack the overwhelming dominance and experience but would still showcase fierce loyalty and instinctive defense.

𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

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𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕:

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[merakiui]

Okay Azul who manages to secure you as his girlfriend after all his calculated efforts. You date for awhile but Azul is confused cause you seem frustrated with him recently. Especially when he walks you home and leaves with just a polite peck on the cheek. He vents this to the Leech twins who have a laugh at his expense.

"She wants you to fuck her boss~"

Fuck? Fuck?! As in SEX? MATING?! They've been dating only a few months surely you... okay apparently humans were more casual about this thing than merfolk were! His face is burning red thinking about it, sure he learned about his new reproductive organs in human boot camp but he never really considered... he composes himself, he doesn't want to loose you so he does what he does best, he researches!

Cut to Azul watching human porn for hours on end. At first he's covering his face with how flustered he is watching then he becomes morbidly intrigued branching out into kinks and- HUMANS WERE ONTO TENTACLES?! Why has no one told him about this?! He sits stewing with ideas on what to do with this new information.

His search history becomes like:

"Do human males have to pee after sex or is that just women?"

"Best foreplay techniques"

"What is cunnalingus?"

"Contraceptive items for human males"

"What penis sizes do XL condoms fit?"

"What penis sizes do L condoms fit?"

"What sizes do M condoms fit?"

The culmination if his research has him rutting against a pile of pillows he's pretending is you. He's also walking home from the store with a bag full of grapefruits for... practice. Increasing his endurance, timing himself to see how long he can fuck into an onahole without Cumming: 2min , 5min, 10 min...

When the day comes, he wants to be ready for you! He wants to melt your brain in his human form so you never even think of leaving him! And then after that... well maybe you can explore this tentacle kink he's heard so much about.

Omg these thoughts are so perfect!!!!! I love Azul doing an absurd amount of research and preparation hehe. All of those hours spent researching, only to fall apart the minute you’re underneath him and he’s pushing inside and,,, fuck. T_T he’s the one melting; it’s too much. He’s falling apart so pathetically. This position is so intimate and you’ve wrapped your legs around him,, and you’re looking at him with your beautiful eyes, a patient smile on your face. It was different when it was the onahole and he was edging himself, but now that you’re here and so close it’s much harder to keep his composure. Your body is pressed against his, and he can smell you and feel your warmth with this proximity.

He managed to slide the condom on without any blunders. Although his hands were shaking, they settled when you grabbed hold of them and gave him a kiss on the cheek. 🥺🥺 he’s honored to be your boyfriend. You truly are a dream come true for him.

Azul who is so overwhelmed from every sensation, emotional and physical, that he inks in human form. >_< oh, he’s MORTIFIED. Ink dribbling out of his mouth and he’s panicking because this is definitely going to throw off the mood!!! He’s kicking himself internally. He should’ve researched more. Prepared more!! Clearly he wasn’t ready. He’s going to let you down and then maybe you’ll break up with him from the disappointment and then—

But all those self-deprecating thoughts are cut short when you cup his face in your hands and bring his mouth to yours, kissing his inky lips to taste it for yourself. >:) and just like that he’s gone. Blacking out from the best orgasm of his life. OTL

[mywomankatarina]

"𝐀𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭."

Ambessa x f! reader -𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

A = Aftercare:

Ambessa isn’t the overly affectionate type, but she takes care of her partners in her own way. Expect her to clean you up, bring you a drink, and let you rest against her if you need it. She won’t smother you, but she’ll make sure you’re comfortable. If you impressed her, she might even stay the night instead of leaving immediately.

B = Body Part:

Her hands—large, strong, and calloused from battle. She knows how to wield them just as well in bed as she does on the battlefield, whether she’s gripping your hips, pinning your wrists, or teasing you with a light, controlled touch.

C = Cum:

Ambessa is a messy lover—she doesn’t hold back. She likes marking her partner, whether it’s with her release or visible bruises. She enjoys watching the way it drips down your body, a sign of her claim.

D = Dirty Talk:

Oh, she lives for this. Ambessa’s voice alone is enough to send shivers down your spine. Expect deep, gravelly whispers in your ear, praise mixed with degradation, and reminders of how good you feel. She enjoys making you beg and will tease you mercilessly just to hear you plead for more.

E = Experience:

Highly experienced. Ambessa has had many lovers in her lifetime, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She’s patient, confident, and in complete control of every encounter. If you’re inexperienced, she’ll take pleasure in teaching you. If you’re experienced, she’ll test your limits and push you further than you’ve ever gone before.

F = Favorite Position:

She prefers positions where she’s in control—standing with you pressed against the wall, bent over a table, or with you straddling her thigh as she watches you work for your pleasure. She also enjoys having you on your stomach so she can pin you down and whisper filth into your ear.

G = Goofy:

Not really. Ambessa doesn’t joke much during sex—she’s intense, focused, and utterly dominant. The closest she gets to humor is a smug, knowing smirk when you completely fall apart under her touch.

H = Hair:

She keeps herself very well-groomed—clean, trimmed, and maintained with military precision. She sees it as part of her discipline, but if you express a preference, she might make adjustments just to tease you.

I = Intimacy:.

Sex with Ambessa is intense, passionate, and demanding, but it isn’t always romantic. She sees sex as a power play, a test of endurance and skill. That said, if she’s truly attached to you, there will be rare moments of surprising tenderness—a lingering touch, a softer kiss, a rare moment of vulnerability.

J = Jack Off:

She doesn’t need to often, but when she does, it’s efficient and calculated. Ambessa prefers to have a partner—she enjoys control and the power dynamic of physical intimacy far too much to rely on her own hand.

K = Kink:

Ambessa is into dominance, power play, and control. She enjoys making her partners submit, whether through force, teasing, or sheer skill. She also has a bit of a size kink—if you’re smaller than her, she’ll relish in overpowering you.

Other kinks include:

Orgasm control – Making you earn your release.

Praise & degradation – She’ll tell you you’re doing well, but she’ll also remind you who’s in charge.

Spanking & biting – She enjoys leaving marks on her partners.

Public teasing – Whispering threats in your ear at a formal event, brushing her hand over your thigh just to watch you squirm.

L = Location:

She prefers a controlled environment, like her private quarters or a secluded space where she can focus entirely on you. That being said, if the opportunity arises, she won’t hesitate to take you against a desk, a wall, or even a battlefield tent.

M = Motivation:

Power, challenge, and submission. Ambessa is turned on by confidence—if you’re bold enough to challenge her, she’ll enjoy breaking you down piece by piece. On the flip side, if you’re naturally submissive, she’ll enjoy training you to respond to her every command.

N = No:

She refuses to be dominated. Ambessa is always in control, and she doesn’t take kindly to attempts at reversing the roles.

O = Oral:

She loves giving—it’s another way for her to exert control. Expect slow, deliberate teasing, holding you down when you try to squirm away, and pulling back right before you finish just to hear you beg.

She enjoys receiving just as much, especially if you’re kneeling before her, looking up at her with pleading eyes.

P = Pace:

Usually rough, controlled, and demanding. Ambessa doesn’t rush—she knows exactly how to push you to the edge and will keep you there until she decides you’re ready to fall.

Q = Quickies:

She enjoys them, but they’re still efficient and calculated. Even if it’s quick, she’ll still make sure she’s the one in control.

R = Risk:

Ambessa is cautious but adventurous. She enjoys the thrill of danger, especially when it comes to power dynamics and control, but she won’t risk compromising her reputation. She prefers secluded but intense encounters rather than reckless public ones.

S = Stamina:

Ridiculous. Ambessa is built like a warrior, and she can go for hours without tiring. She enjoys pushing you past your limits, seeing how much you can take before you’re begging for mercy.

T = Toys:

She doesn’t rely on them, but she appreciates the efficiency of certain tools. If she uses them, it’s to tease, torment, and push you further.

U = Unfair:

Extremely unfair. Ambessa thrives on teasing and control—she’ll bring you to the edge multiple times, whispering how desperate you look, only to deny you until she’s satisfied.

V = Volume:

She’s not loud, but she’s intense—low, guttural groans, dark chuckles, and murmured commands. She likes hearing you, though, and will encourage you to be loud for her.

W = Wild Card:

She loves pinning you against a wall and making you look her in the eyes while she ruins you. Eye contact is non-negotiable.

X = X-Ray:

She’s built like a goddess—muscular, powerful, and imposing. Every inch of her is honed for battle, but she knows how to use her strength for pleasure.

Y = Yearning:

Ambessa doesn’t crave sex in an emotional way, but she enjoys physical intimacy as a means of control and satisfaction. If she has a partner she’s attached to, though, she will find herself wanting them more than she’d like to admit.

Z = Zzz:

She doesn’t stay unless she’s truly interested in you. If she does, she’ll sleep with one arm possessively around you, keeping you exactly where she wants you.

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[nasa]

Navigating Deep Space by Starlight

On August 6, 1967, astrophysicist Jocelyn Bell Burnell noticed a blip in her radio telescope data. And then another. Eventually, Bell Burnell figured out that these blips, or pulses, were not from people or machines.

The blips were constant. There was something in space that was pulsing in a regular pattern, and Bell Burnell figured out that it was a pulsar: a rapidly spinning neutron star emitting beams of light. Neutron stars are superdense objects created when a massive star dies. Not only are they dense, but neutron stars can also spin really fast! Every star we observe spins, and due to a property called angular momentum, as a collapsing star gets smaller and denser, it spins faster. It’s like how ice skaters spin faster as they bring their arms closer to their bodies and make the space that they take up smaller.

The pulses of light coming from these whirling stars are like the beacons spinning at the tops of lighthouses that help sailors safely approach the shore. As the pulsar spins, beams of radio waves (and other types of light) are swept out into the universe with each turn. The light appears and disappears from our view each time the star rotates.

After decades of studying pulsars, astronomers wondered—could they serve as cosmic beacons to help future space explorers navigate the universe? To see if it could work, scientists needed to do some testing!

First, it was important to gather more data. NASA’s NICER, or Neutron star Interior Composition Explorer, is a telescope that was installed aboard the International Space Station in 2017. Its goal is to find out things about neutron stars like their sizes and densities, using an array of 56 special X-ray concentrators and sensitive detectors to capture and measure pulsars’ light.

But how can we use these X-ray pulses as navigational tools? Enter SEXTANT, or Station Explorer for X-ray Timing and Navigation Technology. If NICER was your phone, SEXTANT would be like an app on it.  

During the first few years of NICER’s observations, SEXTANT created an on-board navigation system using NICER’s pulsar data. It worked by measuring the consistent timing between each pulsar’s pulses to map a set of cosmic beacons.

When calculating position or location, extremely accurate timekeeping is essential. We usually rely on atomic clocks, which use the predictable fluctuations of atoms to tick away the seconds. These atomic clocks can be located on the ground or in space, like the ones on GPS satellites. However, our GPS system only works on or close to Earth, and onboard atomic clocks can be expensive and heavy. Using pulsar observations instead could give us free and reliable “clocks” for navigation. During its experiment, SEXTANT was able to successfully determine the space station’s orbital position!

We can calculate distances using the time taken for a signal to travel between two objects to determine a spacecraft’s approximate location relative to those objects. However, we would need to observe more pulsars to pinpoint a more exact location of a spacecraft. As SEXTANT gathered signals from multiple pulsars, it could more accurately derive its position in space.

So, imagine you are an astronaut on a lengthy journey to the outer solar system. You could use the technology developed by SEXTANT to help plot your course. Since pulsars are reliable and consistent in their spins, you wouldn’t need Wi-Fi or cell service to figure out where you were in relation to your destination. The pulsar-based navigation data could even help you figure out your ETA!

None of these missions or experiments would be possible without Jocelyn Bell Burnell’s keen eye for an odd spot in her radio data decades ago, which set the stage for the idea to use spinning neutron stars as a celestial GPS. Her contribution to the field of astrophysics laid the groundwork for research benefitting the people of the future, who yearn to sail amongst the stars.  

Keep up with the latest NICER news by following NASA Universe on X and Facebook and check out the mission’s website. For more on space navigation, follow @NASASCaN on X or visit NASA’s Space Communications and Navigation website.  

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SEOSPICY PREVIEW.

COCKY: CHAPTER I.

Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: As a researcher developing a specialized condom in extra large sizes, you never expected the company’s product manager, Chris, to volunteer as a test subject—let alone for things to get this complicated. Balancing professionalism with undeniable chemistry, you must navigate a partnership that’s strictly business… or so you keep telling yourself.

Preview under the cut!

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Chris moves first, unbuttoning the remaining buttons of his shirt with practiced ease. The fabric slips from his shoulders, revealing toned muscles beneath—broad chest, defined abs, and a confidence that makes the entire act seem effortless.

You keep your expression neutral, or at least you try to. “This is strictly professional,” you remind yourself silently.

Chris glances at you, catching the way your gaze flickers before you quickly refocus on your notes.

“Do you need me to undress completely?” he asks, his tone smooth, almost teasing.

You press your lips together before answering. “For accurate measurement, I need access to the necessary area. So… yes.”

He chuckles, a deep, warm sound. “Straight to the point.”

You don’t respond, instead focusing on preparing the measuring tape and recording sheet. Anything to keep yourself occupied while he finishes undressing.

A moment later, you hear the rustle of fabric, the sound of a belt unfastening, the subtle shift of movement. You don’t look up until Chris speaks again.

“I’m ready when you are.”

When you finally lift your gaze, your breath catches for a fraction of a second. You do your best to maintain your professionalism—but the moment you see it, all thoughts momentarily leave your head.

Chris stands before you, bare from the waist down, his body relaxed yet radiating a quiet confidence. He doesn’t shy away, doesn’t fidget—he simply waits, watching for your reaction.

You knew he had to be on the larger side to even qualify for the study, but seeing it in person is something else entirely. Bigger than you expected. Definitely bigger than you imagined.

You barely catch yourself before audibly reacting, but your throat betrays you as you swallow air, a reflex you hope he doesn’t notice.

Chris, of course, notices everything. A slow smirk tugs at his lips. “Something wrong?”

You snap out of it, quickly shaking your head as you reach for your measuring tape, trying to ignore the sudden warmth creeping up your neck. “No, nothing at all. Let’s just get this done.”

Chris chuckles, but thankfully doesn’t press further. For now.

You quickly move to retrieve a pair of latex gloves from your bag, slipping them on with practiced precision.

Chris raises an amused eyebrow. “You really came prepared, huh?”

You shoot him a pointed look. “Of course. This is an official product test.”

His lips twitch in amusement as he peeks into your open bag, catching a glimpse of all the testing materials. “What else do you have in there? A microscope? A lie detector?”

You ignore his teasing and pull out the measuring tape, standing straighter to compose yourself. “Alright. Let’s begin with the flaccid measurement.”

Chris doesn’t move, doesn’t make it easier for you. Instead, he watches—patient, unreadable—as you kneel slightly, positioning the measuring tape against him.

Your fingers brush against his skin through the latex, and you swear you feel the slightest twitch beneath your touch. You pretend not to notice. But Chris does.

And as the test continues, you realize that maintaining professionalism might be the hardest part of all.

You keep your focus steady, guiding the measuring tape along the length of Chris’s flaccid state. Your gloved fingers work efficiently, noting the exact numbers as you move on to measure his girth, wrapping the tape around the thickest part before finally noting the width calculation.

Chris watches you work, amusement flickering in his eyes. “How do you measure width, exactly?”

You don’t hesitate as you jot down the numbers. “You divide the girth by 3.14.”

Chris lets out a short laugh. “Huh. I used to think I wouldn’t need math in real life.”

You smirk, a little too focused on your notes when you reply, “Well, here’s a practical use of phi for you.”

His chuckle is warm, and you don’t notice how his eyes linger on you as you make quick calculations in your notebook.

Once you’re done, you lift your head, meeting his gaze. “Alright, now I need to measure—” You stop mid-sentence as realization sets in. His fully erect size.

The complications of that request hit you all at once. Chris raises an eyebrow, clearly catching your hesitation. And for the first time, you’re at a complete loss for words.

You clear your throat, willing yourself to sound casual. “I need to take your measurements when you’re fully erect.”

Chris tilts his head slightly, studying you with quiet amusement. “And do you have any idea how to get me there?”

You keep your expression neutral. “You can look at pornographic images or watch an adult film. That should help.”

At that, Chris grins, a small chuckle escaping him. He shakes his head, clearly entertained by your clinical suggestion. “That’s one way,” he muses. “But I have a better idea.”

You don’t like the way his eyes darken ever so slightly, the playful glint in them laced with something else.

You try to stay calm, but your fingers tighten around your measuring tape. “And… what’s that?”

He stalls, watching you carefully before answering. “You can help me with it.”

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Full fic will be released this Friday, March 7 or you can read it early on my Patreon page:

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Hi can you write about y/n’s first time giving blowjob to jake (who’s a fuckboy) and jake will be so turned on on how innocent y/n is, guiding her on how to suck his dick right. And jake is thrilled at the idea of being able to fuck a virgin mouth and so in the end he fucks her hard til she pass out🤤😫🥵👅😵‍💫 jake hard dom!!!!!!!

IM SORRY IT JUST DOESNT LEAVE MY MIND😭 Please make it happen 🥺

Daaamn. Fuckboy Jake is soooo 🤤

Let me guide you - s.j

If only you knew the amount of times he jerked off to the thought of being your first everything, first time sucking someones dick, first time having sex, first time letting someone take over you.

Fuckboy!Jake x virgin!reader

Words: 1.3k+

Warnings: size kink, virginity kink (duh), Dom!Jake, Sub!reader, choking, reader passing out, Jake is ruthless

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Your soft knees are standing on the hard floor, making your knees hurt and bruised. His hand is on your head, playing with your hair, before tugging it harshly, earning a crying whine from you. You don't really know how to explain how you got in this position, on your knees in front of the school's biggest fuckboy Jake Sim. Easily described, he lyingly said he wanted help with his math homework, wanting you to help him out. Since you are a saint, not knowing the lie behind his words, you gladly helped.

He had used this tactic on a lot of girls before, but was still surprised when it worked on you. How innocent were you really, when you naively made your way to his house, into his own bedroom, wearing the tiniest skirt and the cutest sweater. By now, he would've thought you had heard the rumors about him, and also noticed his massive boner hiding under his gray sweats.

You had tutored him for five minutes before he started toying with your inner thigh, making you yelp. And after ten more minutes with his teasing touch, you were on your knees in front of him. The way he looks down on you, leaning back against the sofa with his legs spread wide, pants down, is making him too hot for you to handle. The position is making you come eye to eye with his hard cock, being able to see the preecum leeking out from the tip.

His tongue is licking his bottom lip, "Have you ever done this before, darling?" He says, already knowing the answer. Your breaths are already heavy, looking up at him with innocent eyes. If he didn't hold himself back, he would just cum by looking at your cute face, unaware of what's about to come.

"No, Jakey" You say, looking away with flushed cheeks, embaressed that you had never had sex before, not even seen a cock until now. Jake takes a deep breath, using his grip on your head to make you look at him again. He gulps down his salivia, drooling at the thought of fucking a virgin mouth. Your virgin mouth.

Any since he saw you in school, he knew you were a virgin, or at least hoped. If only you knew the amount of times he jerked off to the thought of being your first everything, first time sucking someones dick, first time having sex, first time letting someone take over you. That's when he came up with the smartest plan, to make you tutor him. He knew that you were naive enough to help him, naive enough to not know what he actually wanted from you.

"You want me to guide you, baby?" He says, a hand still on your head. You nod your head nervously, looking at his cock again before grabbing it with your hand. He is thick, and long, and you try to calculate how it's going to fit inside your mouth. You had heard from your friends that you are supposed to jerk it off before sucking it, so that's what you did. But it was hard, not enough preecum for your hand to glide up and down his length, making him hiss in pain. He stops you, "You need to spit on it, baby". You feel disgusting when you spit on his cock, watching it glide down his member, the sight making your pussy soaked.

"Now lick the tip before wrapping your lips around it mhm" Jake says, still looking at your small figure trying to pleasure his cock. You follow his orders, licking the tip of his cock, making his head tilt back against the sofa. He lets out a small groan at the feeling of your wet tongue coming in contact with his aching cock. Seeing how your actions made him feel, made you want to pleasure him more, wrapping your lips around the tip.

"Now go slow, up and down, baby" You suck him real good for your first time, swirling your tongue around his length while sucking him, using your hands to jerk of the length that doesen't fit in your mouth. You clench your thighs at the feeling of Jake's cock in your mouth, and the way he so caringly guides you to suck him just the way he wants you to.

"Fuck just like that, bunny" Jake tries to hold back, the only thing he wants is to be as harsh to you as he is to everyone else. He is trying his hardest not to thrust his hips into your mouth, making his length go down your throat. But when your mouth starts to work up and down its length at a faster pase, he can't hold back anymore.

Both of his hands grab the back of your head, thrusting his cock deep down your throat over and over again. He wants to close his eyes out of pleasure, but he needs to look at you while he fucks your mouth. Your eyes are glued to him, drol is coming out your lips, adding the extra lubricant which makes it feel just right.

He eyes look down at your thighs, seeing them clench together, oh how wet you were from sucking his cock. His hands leave your head, grabbing your shoulder to pull you away from his length. He grabs your waist, using his strength to lift up your entire body before throwing you on the sofa.

He lifts up your skirt, seeing your drenched pink panties. Just seeing that makes him hard again. "Aw, baby, you are completely soaked!" He says, looking down at you with a teasing grin. He lifts up your legs and leans them on his shoulders so he can see more of you, using his finger to gently touch your pussy outside of your panties. You let out a loud whine at the feeling of his long fingers coming in contact with your wet core. "Plase, Jakey-"

As much he wanted to tease you, to make you a pleading mess for his touch, the sound of his name coming from your lips makes him insane. He rips off your panties, making him able to see your glistering hole, waiting to be ripped apart by his hard cock.

You look up at him with a worried expression. Your eyebrows furrowed, biting your bottom lip. "What if you are too big? What if I can't take it". He bites his lips trying to hold back his laughter at your statement. "Oh I know you can take it bunny, m' gonna fuck you so good, make my baby feel so, so, good"

And that's what he does. With a hand on your stomach, pushing you further down against the sofa, and with the other around your calf keeping you in place, he thrusts his cock into you. "Fuuuck, you feel so good, baby, taking my cock so well" He tries to hold himself back, to let your clenching, tight, hole adjust to his massive size, but he simply can't. He sees completely red, the way the tears are streaming down your face, and how desperately loud your moans are, is making it impossible for him not to pound himself into you.

Jake's thrusts never slow down, and with a hand on your neck, he rams into you, hard. Your head begins to feel light headed because of the pleasure and his grip. And, If he would choose, he would never stop, always wanting to have his cock inside your warm, virgin, pussy. And he fucks you, and fucks you, fucks you so hard til his cum leaks out of your pussy. He doesn’t stop, making you pass out with his still cock inside of you.

When you wake up, Jake is hugging you from behind, his cock still being inside of you. His hands have a firm grip on your waist, making sure you don't leave him. His plump lips are kissing your neck, whispering sweet nothings by your ear. "You were so good for me, baby, I could stay like this forever"

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Begging for more iron fist your last hcs were exquisite 🙏😩

A Confession

Iron Fist (Lin Lie) x Reader

Tw: Suggestive comment

Word count: 2,209

a/n: Tysm! I ended up taking way longer to get around to writing this than I thought because I sort of wanted to write the reader as a hero of some kind and I really couldn’t make up my mind as to what. I settled on a hero with psionic based abilities and some expertise in hand to hand combat. I’m still really rusty :’)

     Energy collects in your palm before extending to your fingertips. It leaves behind a tingling sensation when you swipe at the foe barreling towards you. They convulse in your corresponding colors for just a moment and stagger as they try to shake off whatever you threw at them. Usually that move was enough to knock the wind out of someone, however this enemy was a mightier size. You’re mentally calculating how much more energy you need to put into your next hit when suddenly a shout of your name takes you away from the fight in front of you, “On your six! More incoming!” There are several heroes on the battlefield with you tonight; you can’t even begin to tell who the voice belonged to.

     You instantly ready your stance and hastily try to prepare an attack towards both directions as your original attacker begins picking up speed again. Sweat beads at your forehead as you grit your teeth at the heat crackling at your fingertips. Before you could release you notice a flash of green. Immediately recognizing it as an ally you twist your direction with a shout of your own and fire at the foe hardly a foot away from you now. With the amount of concentrate that hits them they are immediately paralyzed mid swing. You take the advantage and channel a little more energy to accompany your strength for a leg sweep that lands them onto their back. The thud that follows tells you that they won't be getting up for a while.

     “Cuttin’ it kind of close there-woah!” You attempt to call out when another enemy tries to dive into you from above. You curse under your breath as your power cascades around your form for some extra punch.

     Regardless of the interruption you still gain a response from Iron Fist, “You know I love to make a dramatic entrance.” You can hear the smirk in his voice. 

     You huff at that before raising your fists in preparation for a closer encounter. You may have dodged the previous attack, however, your fatigue leaves you unable to anticipate how quickly your enemy bounces back for the next onslaught. Raising your arms to block leaves your forearms vulnerable to the attack. The hiss it rips out of you forces you to make a mental note to tweak your hero suit later. Your attacker proves to be unrelenting as you feel yourself slowly closing into the wall behind you. When you fail to find a proper opening you settle for a burst of psionic energy for some pushback. It wasn’t as strong as it could be, but it gave you your opening. With as much as you could muster you land a right hook that sends them falling back. A series of grunts could be heard from both you and your allies as you fight off the last wave of enemies while the rest of your team completes the main objective.

     Once the dust begins to settle you wipe a bit of sweat off your brow. It’s not often that you take so many close fights during a mission. You take a moment to lean forward and rest your weight on your knees while you catch your breath. The psionic energy around you quickly dissipates without a second thought. If there are any stragglers you’re positive someone else will take care of it. When you hear the footsteps of a light jog drawing near you, you return to your full height.

     “Tired already?” Iron Fist teases upon his approach.

     “Pshh,” you continued with a badly disguised pant, “I could go another round or two. We should totally spare after this.” You heave.

     This earns you a deep chuckle from him. He could already imagine you falling face first into your bed as soon as you’re back to base. “I told you eating chips and sitting on the couch is not a proper warm-up.” He lectures playfully.

     “Yeah yeah.” You wave a dismissive hand at him before rolling your shoulders to achieve a much needed popping sound. You inspect your forearms for a moment to assess the damage. Nothing, a couple of bandages and some antiseptic couldn’t fix, really. Your suit probably took the worst of it as some of the tattered fabric hangs loosely by a thread. You wonder if maybe something armor padded would work for you. A soft hiss takes you out of your thoughts, “That looks like it hurts.” Iron Fist moves to caress your wounds, however, he pauses and takes into account how bloodied his fists have gotten from previous enemies, “Let's get that patched up. I think I saw Luna up ahead with Moon Knight.” 

     Just then a smug voice rings through the comms in your ear, “Alright we’re all done here. Head to base.” Once you recognize it to be Tony Stark’s voice, you respond upon reflex, “Roger.” Nothing else really required reporting as you mentally kept a head count of everybody on the way back.

     “We should still go find Luna.” Iron Fist insisted, although you simply pat his shoulder to ease some of his concern, “I’m fine, Liè, really. I’ll take care of it when we get to base.” You’ve dealt with far worse injuries; you weren’t quite sure what had him so worried. “Plus, I don’t really wanna bother her right now.” With a bit of smugness that could rival Tony’s, you point to Luna further up ahead of you trying to suppress a giggle as the new addition to the team, The Human Torch, tries his luck at flirting with her.

     Iron Fist only hums in thought before coming to a quick conclusion, “Come with me.”

     You only manage a quizzical, “Okay.” before being pulled into a nearby building that looked like it had seen some better days. When he holds your arms in his hands with such a soft touch, you can’t help but ask, “What’s going on with you?” 

     Instead of an answer you notice a vibrant green haze slowly fade into view. You peak at the concentration in his face and are enamored by the way the light dances across his features. Your eyes widen when you feel the sting of your injuries begin to subside. You were aware of his healing abilities, yet you were not familiar with the full extent of it. It felt nice. So nice, in fact, you don’t even notice when he’s finished until his eyes flutter open and he asks in a sheepish tone, “How’s that? Better?”

     “Oh uh…” you do a quick once-over and to your shock and amusement the injuries have completely disappeared. “Wow…” 

     “I’m no Adam, but I just thought this would be better than a couple of bandages.” He offers shyly.

     You only huff at that and place a hand on his cheek in return, “I feel great, Liè, thank you.” He instantly mirrors your smile and leans into your touch, placing a hand over yours.

     After a tender moment his confidence returns, “Care to join me in taking the long way home?” He proposes.

     “I’d love to.” You hummed.

     Wasting no time he takes your hand and guilds you out towards another side of the building. Unbeknownst to you, he had scoped out possible routes to take with decent scenery. He’d been doing that on most missions and praying the timing would be right. This time he planned on making sure nothing got in his way.

     You two spend a majority of the walk gossiping and joking around. You hardly notice how Iron Fist has yet to let go of your hand. Instead you focus on recovering from a laughing fit that manages to sneak up on you. You sigh with a lingering mirth as you take in the sights around you. It has you reminiscing on how the mission went today. Despite the way he jumped in front of your attack, he still managed to save you once again. If he hadn’t you weren’t sure you would have charged a big enough attack in time to stop the enemy from getting a dangerous swing on you. You begin to walk past fewer and fewer buildings. Before you know it nature is all you can see as you walk along a man-made path.

     “I meant to thank you earlier.” Your once playful tone turns into something a little more sincere. Iron Fist only turns to you to continue. “For helping me out during the fight. I probably would’ve had more to deal with than a few cuts if it weren’t for you.” Once you find yourselves standing on a fancy bridge, he absentmindedly lets your hand slip from his as you both rest your legs and lean against the railing.

     “Yeah, like an earful from Luna about taking on more than you can handle.” Liè chuckles softly.

     You laugh in agreement to that. “Well thank you anyways.”

     “Of course. Nothings happening to you while I’m around.” You can hear the pride in his voice as he leans closer to you for a little emphasis. Another laugh manages to slip past you at his rather corny response. “My hero.” you jested as you shove him lightheartedly.

     He laughs along with you, “Come on I mean it! You’re very special to me,” The way he says your name sends a shiver down your back. He was beginning to sound serious, “Since we started talking you’ve been special to me.”

     ‘Oh…’ You think to yourself. The way he pauses to remove his mask to properly gauge your reaction doesn't help to quell the sudden excitement you feel. Still, you manage to keep your composure, even as he continues by taking one of your hands in his once more, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

     It became evident to you that he needed a bit of a push, “Liè, what are you saying?” Was all you could think to offer him.

     “I like you,” He says your name in almost a pleading tone, “For so long I don’t even recall when my feelings for you began.” Heat dusts his cheeks with a faint rose color as he begins to simper. His hold on your hand tightens ever so slightly at your lack of response. The fact that you haven’t pulled away from him is what grounds him.

     “I’m not trying to push you into anything-” He’s quick to add.

     You profess, “I like you too.”

     “I’d hate for this to ruin-” Iron Fist rattles on.

     “Liè, I like you too.” You make an attempt to snap him out of his backpedalling.

     “Our friendship… You what?” His eyes widened by a fraction in disbelief.

     “I said I like you too.” You can’t help but chortle. Before you can even explain that your delay stemmed from shock you feel him pull you into a searing kiss that both surprised you and made you melt against him. One of your hands moves to caress the back of his head as the kiss deepens. Another hand rests against his bicep as he fails to stifle the soft moan that escapes him in his excitement. When you both pull back you share a loving gaze, “I’ve liked you for some time too. I just never expected you to return the feeling.” You sigh.

     “You’ve consumed my every waking thought for months. I don’t think there’s ever been a moment I didn’t feel this way about you-” Liè begins to recount.

     “Aww!” The sound freezes you both in place. It was unmistakably Luna Frost. Your eyes darted to the placement of your hand at the back of his head. In the heat of the moment you managed to trigger the communication link in his earpiece. Anyone with their earpiece still in had just heard your heated little display as well as your proclamations. Still frozen, another voice rings through your ear; this time it's deep and awkward, “Ahem, do try to keep this line clear, please.” Richard Reed groans. You could practically feel him through the comms pinching at the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

     You manage to collect yourselves and separate, however, Iron fist proceeds to sputter, “Yes, uh, copy that.” Before turning off his link with haste. Only after a brief pause do you start to snicker and return to his hold. It takes a moment, but he joins you despite the blush that heavily decorates his features. “That’s one way to get the news out.” He tittered.

     “Maybe the wedding invitation will just be a home video.” You bark out a laugh regardless of the choked reaction you gain from such a comment.

     “I think Johnny would probably appreciate that.” He has to rest a hand over his stomach as you’re both caught in another laughing fit. He was always fond of your odd sense of humor.

     As the laughter finally starts to die down you feel Liè gently pull you into a more chaste kiss. This time, when you pull away, your hands find purchase on either side of his neck. He takes the time to look at you with every ounce of adoration he can muster before sealing the moment with a forehead kiss. With that you journey the rest of the way home, hand in hand.

[kissingmilfs]

⚔︎ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 | 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ⚔︎

summary: ambessa’s ruthless tactics in pledging your loyalty to her and her only. even at the expense of her daughter, mel.

18+ minors please dni

content warnings: slight angst, fingering, manipulation

⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺𓆩⚔𓆪༻⋆ ⋆༺

your sandals echoed on the marble floors as you followed the familiar path. your fingers hadn’t stopped touching the spot on your lips where mel kissed you. it almost burned through the soft flesh. the kiss completely took you off guard. one second you’re in the garden, head positioned on mel’s lap and reading/reciting sonnets. the next second mel’s face blocked the sun and her lips brushing against yours. the kiss was so brief. yet so tender and filled with emotions you couldn’t understand.

the undoubtably expression of shock twinged with guilt crossed your face. mel must’ve ignored the look. or perhaps her excitement clouded reality. you hadn’t stopped her when she pressed another kiss on your lips. in fact—you found yourself giving her parted lips. the kiss, likewise, lasted all but a few seconds. mel bashfully offered you a smile and uttered under her breath, “i wanted to know what it felt to kiss you.”

now as you walked the halls of the expansive medarda palace—your thoughts carried with memories of the fresh kiss. you didn’t need to think to find yourself in the familiar corridors. you had done this journey far too many times. your heart beat in anticipation the closer you arrived. the events of the kiss replayed and you worked through them—wondering how you could twist the story.

you don’t even need to raise your hand towards the door or announce your presence. ambessa senses you—hears you—before you’ve pulled yourself out of your thoughts.

“enter.” the only words ambessa offers as you took a shaky breath and listened.

as you cross the threshold, your entire disposition changes. your shoulders roll backwards and you place your hands behind your back. entering ambessa’s personal office, you bow your head in respect. ambessa carefully scrutinizes every aspect of your beginning. your posture, the neatness and cut of your dress, the slight part of your lips. her eyes zoom in then. something appears different.

“come closer.” ambessa commands again.

you nod your acknowledgement before letting yourself move towards ambessa’s desk. you stand behind it—unsure of how close she desires you.

ambessa admonishes you with a disappointed scoff. “you know that’s not what i meant, child.” ambessa scoots out one inch from the desk. her eyes pointedly drops to the open space on the wooden desk.

you refuse to let yourself become effected too soon into the encounter. your face remains expressionless as you round the corner. you take calculated breaths as your feet bring you closer. between ambessa’s long muscular legs and the size of the desk—you carefully maneuver the tiny gap. the second you reach between ambessa’s thighs—the woman grips your hips and effortlessly sits you on the desk. ambessa hums lowly.

leaning into the plush backing of her chair, ambessa takes another opportunity to look you over. your hands tuck underneath your thighs—feeling the desperate urge to pick at your nails.

ambessa props her elbow on the wooden arm rest, cradling her chin on her knuckles. “how is my daughter doing?”

it has started. time to report. you did not have enough time to concoct a lie about the kiss. or how to weave it in a manner that doesn’t potentially get you sent away.

“mel is doing well. she’s adjusting to kino’s departure.”

ambessa golden eyes bore into yours with passive expression. “i wouldn’t necessarily call it a departure but continue.”

you almost stutter over your words at her interruption. “yes, my apologies. mel is taken more interest in the arts as you suspected. i do not anticipate her having more interest in combat training.”

“why is that? her instructors are the best. i would train her myself but she refuses.”

“mel is not a fighter.” you immediately come to her defense. both you and ambessa sense the urgency in your words. she arches a careful eyebrow. “she only continues her training because she knows the expectations you are placing on her.”

ambessa taps her fingers against her cheek. “she is a medarda. anything less than perfection is not allowed. how can she rule without an iron fist? without the necessary training and protocols? she must continue the medarda legacy and continue the conquests of our family.”

your throat aches uncomfortably at ambessa’s words. the reminder of the truth of the medarda’s never gets easier to swallow. ambessa’s conquests had found you at her mercy only five years ago.

you can still feel the fierce grip of her hand underneath your chin as you attempted to scramble and scratch your nails into her skin. her eyes engrained in your vision. the zealous flame of war in those darkened eyes. how you were so convinced of physically seeing ambessa’s spirits engorged with the high of a successful mission. the undeniable sheen of murder written all over her face.

and then she had done the unexpected thing. ambessa showed mercy. she had watched the fight in you. cackled even as you managed to draw blood. your feet attempting to find steady ground but your thrashing never ceased.

“you’ll do well, little one.” the words rung through your head as she had one of her men place chains on your wrists and ankles.

your thoughts don’t stray for long. it takes only ambessa brushing her knee against yours to snap out of the haze. “mel does not wish to rule as you and those that have come before. she prefers to give you a little in hopes you’ll eventually come to see her side of things. combat training is useful. mel understands that. but she will not take more interest besides that.”

ambessa eyes fall to your lips. you can feel your lips burn in the intensity. it almost, as if, ambessa is actively drawing mel’s kiss out. she has never paid such close attention. you anxiously await her response to your previous revelation. instead ambessa mindlessly parts your leg with one of her knees.

there’s no protest from you. in fact your other leg widens in return until your calves pressed on the outside of ambessa’s knees. it’s second nature at this point.

“is this my daughter’s first time kissing you?” ambessa nonchalantly asks the question as if the conversation naturally steered there. you blink your response. you’d almost convinced yourself, in this brief moment, you must’ve alluded to it somehow.

ambessa pinches your inner thigh when you don’t respond. “i don’t have all day.”

you jump slightly at the pinch which earns you a slap in the same spot. “what makes you think mel kissed me?” your question is immediate in response to the stinging pain. there’s always a looming fear in these encounters with ambessa. however, for the first time in years, you feared ambessa would discard you.

“your loyalties lie to me. not my daughter.” ambessa reminds. with one hand ambessa tears the fabric covering your modesty. her tone still seems so passive. it’s hard to differentiate if ambessa is upset, amused, or indifferent.

your mouth instantaneously waters with the anticipation. yet you let ambessa’s words dig into the pits of your stomach and uneasily churn the contents of your lunch. you hadn’t anticipated having any types of affections towards mel. she thought you her friend. and overtime you convinced yourself you were her friend.

you did leave out information gradually while reporting back to ambessa. you had grown fond of mel’s insistence in her own freedom and fate—separate of the medarda clan. ambessa’s watchful eye was not necessary for mel. at the age of 23, mel had a deeper and stronger understanding of the world around her than most scholars years into their studies. mel never presented as reckless or thoughtless. she took after ambessa in that way.

your fondness of mel in the end may get you more trouble than anything else. you curse yourself for your weakened resolve. years under ambessa’s reign left you more interested in your own survival at the end of the day. her hand settled on your mound—producing a uneven sharp intake of air.

“mel has never kissed me before today.”

ambessa rewards with one of her fingers sliding into your pussy. she watches you carefully. gauging your reactions for any hint of deceit. once she finds nothing, ambessa nods and you continue.

“i’m not sure why she did it either. nothing about our…relationship…indicated she saw me as something more.”

ambessa curls her finger against the plushness of your g-spot. she almost smiles seeing your fingers grip the edge of the desk. but you don’t moan or even screw your face in pleasure. your breathing is the only thing that gives you away. ambessa wanting to see you crumble—adds another finger. she basks in the feeling of your hole stretching in accommodation.

“did you like it?” ambessa questions after she begins a slow pumping motion inside of you.

“the kiss?” you exhale slowly. when ambessa doesn’t respond or nod—you take it as a yes. “i’m not sure. i don’t really understand it.”

ambessa laughs deeply and you can feel the vibrations all through her arm and at the tips of her fingers pressed deep inside of you. “have you really been so devoid of normal social interactions that you forget why people partake in kissing?”

the question swirl around in your head. but you don’t have enough time to properly understand the full implication before ambessa slowly drags her fingers out of you. but she doesn’t fully extract them and instead slams them back into you. the heel of her palm colliding with your clit. an unexpected choked gasp comes out of you.

ambessa laughs again. “it’s clear my daughter desires more than a friendship with you. how intimate are you with her?”

“intimate? i’ve never touched mel that way.” your nails accidentally scrape on the underside of ambessa’s desk. her fingers were moving in and out of you with a steady rhythm. any normal person would’ve already stuttered over their words.

“i’m aware. intimacy means more than sex, child.”

you furrow your eyebrows at that. you were around mel 24/7. if you were not in ambessa’s office that is. you had learned her favorite meals, how she liked her hair styled, the scents she preferred to bathe in. all by ambessa’s design, of course. you were mel’s closest friend and confidant.

“i suppose we are very intimate then. we have even slept besides each other on numerous nights.”

ambessa hums. her other hand comes to your clit and begins circling her thumb. she is processing the information—using your body as means to work through her thoughts. ambessa lifts her eyes when she hears a breathy moan come from you. almost as if your sounds of pleasures are distracting her from thinking. her thumb and two fingers work in perfect tandem. neither of you can see what she’s doing but it’s been done far too many times. the vein in ambessa’s lower arm is most likely prominent as her fingers continuously curl deeply.

the more ambessa fucks you—the longer she pumps her fingers against your velvet walls—the more your inhibitions slip away. she knows she has you right where she wants you. the sounds of your cunt fill the tiny gap between you both. even with the covering of your dress—it’s no denying the noises of her fingers stretching you out.

ambessa takes note of the subtle way you try to deny the sensations. your legs twitching ever so often. the undeniable sound of your nails scratching the wooden desk. but she’s bored of your self restraint. something in her today wants to see you let go. boredom fuels creativity, right?

she slows her fingers enough and you feel a third finger nudging against your entrance. you find solace in biting your bottom lip as her ring fingers joins the other two. you’re unable to hold back now. you both know it. your head drops backwards and a moan leaves your lips. the stretch of three normal fingers is already a feat but ambessa’s fingers aren’t the average size of woman. and when she starts working her fingers again, as if nothing happened, as if you can even barely register anything but the feel of being filled and fucked.

her thumb returns with languid circles on your clit. your palms press flat against the desk as you attempt to widen your legs. even the widening of your legs does nothing to soothe the ache. but it’s an ache you crave time and time again. you become aware of ambessa’s voice finding your ears. it takes a second to re-emerge from the depths of your pleasure.

“…you’ll continue as you are with mel. nothing shall change. if she desires to kiss you again then so be it. you must, however, convince her to spend less time daydreaming of love poems and more on her training.” ambessa’s fingers never relent. if anything as she doles out her assignment—the three fingers move with more haste. your wetness allows them no resistance and ambessa easily buries her fingers to the knuckles.

you nod your understanding. even if you did not agree or did not understand—you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything but follow along with ambessa’s plan. you’d continue giving yourself to mel however she desired or needed you. ambessa content with your placidity—presses her thumb firmly on your clit. your back arches in response.

“good. now come for me, pet. you’ve served your purpose for today.” ambessa’s voice is even and unwavering. it’s hard to believe your panting, gleam of sweat covering your forehead while ambessa remains almost unaffected.

her command settles in your core and within a blink of an eye—your vision is clouded with a flash of red as you squeeze them tightly. her fingers continue their relentless pumping, the steady rhythm of her fingers hitting that one spot over and over. your moan of coital release lodges in your throat as your tremble atop ambessa’s desk. you whine feeling yourself leak out all over wood and down your legs.

ambessa does not hesitate curling her fingers once more before she withdraws them from your cunt. you stare up at the ceiling, panting. you don’t have long to recover and leave ambessa’s office. you’ve never not left looking freshly fucked. ambessa closes your legs and pats the side of your knee in dismissal.

swinging your legs off the desk, you smoothen out your dress as your limbs wobble in attempt to keep you upright. your hole throbs and pulses with the desire to be filled again. as you’re rounding the desk ambessa grabs your wrist. you find her eyes immediately. you wait for her to say something but she simply reaches upwards and wipes her thumb against your lips. as she pulls away, ambessa presents the thumb for your viewing.

mel had left her mark on you. her signature lipstick now smudged on ambessa’s thumb. you held that strange feeling in your chest and exited ambessa’s office.

as you closed the door behind you, your eyes met with disbelieving green eyes. they widened as they inspected you with the same scrutiny of her mother’s. you stood frozen in place.

mel said nothing. she did nothing. after what felt like eons, mel walked away leaving the silence to tell you what you already knew.

tag list: @natashalance

[nahoney22]

Massage Therapy*** 🌊

🫧 Pairings: Tech X Female!Reader

word count: 4.5k

prompts: none

Tech gives you a massage, what else could possibly happen?

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Oral Sex ie blowjob, Fingering, P in V Sex, Nudity, Dirty Talk, Soft!Dom Tech, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Petnames, Oil Massage, Consensual Sex, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Kissing, Multiple Positions, Slightly Rough Sex, Spanking, Teasing, Flirting, Cum Denial, Creampie, Slight Possessive Tech, Not Proof Read, a bit Messy.

A/N: Total self indulge fic and tech has a big [REDACTED]

Reblog to support content creators. 🫧🌊

“What is so amusing?”

The Marauder hummed softly in the background as the team sat around, recuperating after a somewhat successful mission. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Tech were sharing tactics and strategies and Tech was detailing the mission’s success. More to the point of explaining how his calculations had been spot on. But, you couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbing his attention.

“I’m just saying, Tech, your calculations might be great, but sometimes you overlook the obvious,” you teased.

Tech raised an eyebrow. “I hardly think that is the case. My assessments are thorough.”

“Oh really?” you challenged, stepping closer with a smirk. He gazes up at you from his spot, slightly wide-eyed. “I am sorry to tell you that you missed the part where the droids’ power cells were defective, which is why they were so easy to defeat.”

Tech frowned, his mind already processing your claim. “I accounted for their reduced efficiency due to age of creation, but… I didn’t specifically check for defective power cells.” He recalls quietly, pinching his chin.

Hunter and the others watched with amusement as the debate unfolded. “Sounds like a bet’s brewing,” Hunter said with a grin, leaning back in his seat.

You grinned back. “Alright, Tech, let’s make it interesting. If I’m right, you owe me a favour. And if you’re right, I’ll help with the repairs to the Marauder for a week.”

Tech considered this, the prospect of additional help appealing, especially from you, though he was confident in his calculations. “Very well, it’s a bet.”

Wrecker chuckled. “This is gonna be good.”

Tech pulled up the data on his datapad, scrolling through the information with practiced ease like he’s done this a million times before. You stand behind him, arms crossed and truthfully quite smugly-confident. After a few moments, you watch as his face fell. “It appears you are correct. The power cells were indeed defective.”

Echo clapped Tech on the shoulder. “Looks like you owe her, Tech.”

Tech simply nodded. “It seems so. I will fulfill my end of the bet.” He swivels in his chair to face you. “What is it you require?”

You ponder for a moment, not really thinking that far forward. “Undecided. But I’ll get back to you.” You say with a wink before walking away.

Tech watches you leave, swallowing hard but refusing to let the strange strain of his emotions show in front of the others.

If only you knew how you make him feel. Then again, perhaps you would be able to tell him how you are making him feel. Fluttering in the stomach when your name is mentioned in passing? Clammy hands when you talk to him? A small wave of arousal just when you’re near?

But surprisingly welcome.

It was new.

A few hours later, the others had dispersed to do their own thing whether to go to Cid’s or a walk which left just you and Tech alone.

Tech approached you after staring at you silently for the last minute or so, his usual confidence tinged with a hint of awkwardness. “Have you decided yet?”

You jumped a little, not hearing him approach initially but smile at him as you face him. “I was only teasing Tech, you don’t have to do anything for me.”

“On the contrary. You asked for something from me after proving me wrong which is a rarity, so I will do what you ask.”

As he was speaking, you felt a slight pain in your shoulder that had been bugging you for a few days now which spurred on an idea. “Well… there is something you can do for me.” You say sheepishly, taking a step towards him.

The proximity suddenly made him clam up, his fists tightening behind his back as your eyes and the smell of you captivated him. Your lips are moving but he isn’t processing what you’re really saying. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, “what did you say?”

“I said you could maybe give me a massage?” You say quickly, realising how personal that sounded. “Only if you feel comfortable. It’s just I have a few knots that I feel like you could tend to.”

Tech hesitates, giving massages was definitely not his forte or something he spent researching but for you? He felt like he would do anything these days. “If i can help relieve your pain I shall do it. Albeit I can not promise groundbreaking results.”

You giggle, eyes creasing at the corners and nose scrunching. Tech had never described anything as ‘cute’ before and probably never will; however, your laughter was something he always found rather endearing and admittedly… cute.

“Really? That’d be great. Do you want to do it now since the others aren’t here?”

“That is fine with me, let me get prepared and I’ll come find you.” Tech confirms, reaching for his device to do a quick research on techniques to massages.

After doing his frantic search, Tech set up a fold-away table that was typically used for emergency medical purposes and called you over. You emerge, now having changed into some shorts and tank top and look at the table in surprise.

“Please, lie down,” he instructed.

“Gettin’ the full treatment, am I? I feel special.” You tease, hopping onto the table as you watch Tech move about.

“If you require a calming and thorough massage it is only right that I do it properly.” He says simply but hopes the slight waver of nerves in his tone didn’t show as he turns to face you, holding a bottle of what looked to be body oil. “I found this among Echo’s things. I thought it might enhance the experience.”

You raised an eyebrow, amused and quite excited. “Echo’s, huh? Do you think he will mind?”

“I was not going to plan on telling him.” Tech announced as he poured some of the oil into his bare hands, warming it before you lay down, head on a small pillow made out of the boy's spare tops.

You positioned yourself comfortably, lying face up and watch as Tech’s hands hovered over your body, as if he was unsure where to start.

“You can start with my shoulders,” you suggested gently, easing him into it.

Tech nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders and beginning to knead the tension of both this situation and your ache away. His touch was non-surprisingly gentle yet firm, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he worked on a particularly tight knot.

“You do appear very tense,” Tech observed, his voice tinged with modest concern.

The sensation of his hands on your skin was both soothing and electrifying. The oil, scented of lavender, made your skin glisten under the dim lighting of the ship. Each stroke, knead, sent waves of relaxation through your body, yet you couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying current of something more intimate and exciting afoot. You try to push the lewd thoughts away and focus back on Tech.

“Yeah, missions for Cid usually do that to a person,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless.

As the massage continued, you felt your muscles relaxing under Tech’s skilled hands. He moved down to your arms, taking his time to work out every knot and kink and even took his time on each of your hands, adding more oil to your skin which feels dry.

“You’ve done this before, I refuse to believe otherwise.” You sigh, eyes still closed and occasionally, you let out soft sounds of pleasure, unable to help yourself.

You don’t hear or see it but Tech’s breath hitched slightly each time you made a sound, and he could sense his growing arousal pressing against his pants.

After a few minutes or so, his mind doesn’t process like it usually does because out of nowhere he says, “If you are comfortable, you can remove your clothes.”

Your eyes open quickly, looking directly up into his, squinting to see his reaction behind his goggles. “Remove my clothes?”

“I…I only meant…” you watch him as he struggles to force out an answer but you take pity on him because you couldn’t deny, the idea did slightly turn you on.

Tech was adorably sweet in your eyes and you knew - also thanks to the other boys teasing - he felt something for you. You didn’t believe it at first because he was always the same around you. Though the more you paid attention, the more it clicked together like a puzzle piece. When does Tech ever stumble over his words? When is he ever usually wrong? When has he ever offered to give someone a nude, oily massage?

Naturally, you felt something for him too. You were just a bit better at hiding it than he was.

“Will you place a towel over my, you know?”

“Yes, of course. It is just for a more in-depth massage.” He clears his throat, finding his voice again and genuinely surprised you were going to go ahead with this.

You flushed but nodded, trusting him. You wait until he turns around before you remove your clothes, lying back down as Tech passed you a towel which you draped over yourself. “May I proceed?”

“Sure,” you nod as you close your eyes, allowing his hands to resume their work and starting with your legs. He is certainly a quick learner because his fingers knead the muscles with precision and as he glides higher towards your thighs, you feel his touch become more deliberate.

You take a peek at him with one eye, watching him secretly and you were certain he was looking at you with a look you had never witnessed before.

He looked starved. Tempted. Lustful.

Ever so discreetly, you part your legs just an inch, allowing his hands to work on the inner sides of your thighs. You try to control your breathing but the slight rush of wind that hits your core as his hands zoom past was hard to ignore.

He climbed higher and higher until you comfortably moved your legs further open, the towel still giving you your dignity yet you were sure it was about to roll off the table and down the gangplank.

The side of his hands were just inches away from touching your pussy and you waited with bated breath, wondering if he dared to cross the line… but he never did.

You peek at him again, watching him shake his head at himself as if he was scolding himself for thinking of doing something.

“Tech,” you breathed out, closing your eyes fully so he didn’t catch you looking at him, “you can massage my br- torso. You can massage my torso if you want.”

He moves round the table, standing at your side. Looking at the towel that covered your nude body, he feels a burn in his own as his mouth starts to salivate. “Will you be comfortable with me removing your towel in that case?”

With a mumble of clarification, Tech’s hands trembled slightly as he moved the towel aside. His gaze looked at your face first, analysing your reaction and was relieved to see that you didn’t seem to mind what was happening.

He looks away from you for a moment, grabbing the bottle of oil again and then gazes upon your chest, most notably your breasts.

He bites on his tongue to stop from making a noise as he slowly pours the oil over your hardening nipples before his fingers begin tracing the curves of your breasts, rubbing the oil in.

His touch was gentle this time, yet it sent waves of pleasure through your body. He stands behind your head, leaning over you as his hands caress and respectfully fondle your tits but his eyes? They were on your face, watching your reactions intently.

You couldn’t help it but your breathing gets heavier, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the either side of the table as his thumbs briefly kiss your nipples, the heat between your legs throbbing with an intensity that you wanted to whimper his name.

“Your skin is incredibly soft,” Tech murmured, his voice husky with arousal as he cups your breasts together, kneading gently into them.

You arched into his touch, your breathing ragged. “Tech… please, don’t stop.”

Your reaction nearly makes his knees buckle, he recognised this behaviour from many porn holovids he watched in secret. You were turned on and he was the reason for it.

He continued just like you wanted, not letting his ego explode, his hands exploring your body further with growing confidence. The massage was easily becoming increasingly steamy, your soft moans of enjoyment encouraging him further that the tent in his pants was starting to hurt.

Skillfully, his hands moved lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach, then to your hips, and finally to your inner soft and pillowy thighs. “You’re so good at this.” You whisper, biting your lip.

“Turn over, please,” Tech instructed, his voice a low and husky command.

You complied, turning onto your stomach. Tech again has to suppress his wanton noises as his eyes land on your arse. You could feel his gaze linger which silently makes you smirk. There’s a mix of admiration and professionalism in his eyes and he doesn’t know how to function for a moment. “Any pain in your back I should be aware of?” He asks, oiling his hands up once again.

“I get a small ache in my lower back sometimes.” You reply, speech slightly muffled as you lay your head flat on its side.

“Hopefully I can help with that.” He whispers, his hands landing on the area you said and gives you slow and purposeful strokes.

The sensation of his hands on your bare skin was incredibly intimate, and you felt yourself growing damp with arousal. Tech's touch was almost reverent, as if he was in awe of your body. It’s not long until his hands move to your arse, massaging you perfectly.

Your lip almost bleeds with how many times you bite down onto it but you couldn’t help the shivers that tingles your body. His professionalism was evident, but the effect he was having on you was undeniable. “Do you like this?”

“I’m definitely not going to say no,” you utter with a soft laugh, soon groaning as both of his hands knead at your left cheek.

As Tech moved around the table to work at your body at a different angle, you caught a glimpse of the clear arousal pitched in his pants.

The sight sent a thrill through you, knowing that your reactions and your body were affecting him just as much. Despite his aching erection, he maintained his composure, focusing on giving you the best massage possible and for that you were immensely grateful for. Though, you wouldn’t mind the latter.

His hands moved to your thighs one more, working their magic as he massages up and down each leg with a slow, intricate touch that makes you breathe out soft moans of delight. “Those are some rather seductive sounds you’re making, I have to say.”

Did he just flirt with you? Or was he just stating the obvious as usual? Perhaps it was both.

“Sorry, I can’t help it,” you say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows and look back at him, “you’re good with your hands.”

He stills, meeting your flirtatious gaze and has to fight every willpower he has not to palm himself infront of you, the ache in his pants throbbing and begging for release. “There is no need to apologise,” he says slowly. His hands are inching their way up your legs and ever so gently begins to spread your cheeks.

Your lips part, watching him as he locks eyes with your glistening pussy and you felt a surge of arousal as he uses two fingers to brush up between them, his touch feather-light and teasing.

“T-Tech,” you rasp, fingers gripping onto the table as he runs his fingers up and down your slicked entrance.

“Can I massage you here? I am positive there is quite a lot of tension that needs to be released.”

You nod fervently, biting your lip before you let out the most sinful cry of pleasure.

He paused for a moment to get your answer, then slowly, deliberately, he hooked a finger inside you.

The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, a mix of slick and rhythmic. His movements were slow at first, teasing, then gradually quickened, each thrust making your body shiver. Your arse jiggled slightly with each movement, adding to the allure of him finger-fucking you.

“You’re incredibly wet,” Tech remarked, his voice a mix of awe and satisfaction. “It’s pleasing to know you’re enjoying this.”

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling with desire as you buried your head into the table. “Tech… please, more.”

His fingers began to explore you more deeply, each movement, twisting, curling and pumping inside you. You moaned louder, your hands gripping the edges of the table as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy of one of many orgasms.

Tech moved to your side, and you seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab his cock through his pants. “Maker you feel so big,” you gasp in pleasant surprise, massaging it through the fabric, feeling its hardness and the heat radiating from it. His breath hitched, and he groaned softly.

“You may have the pleasure of having a look and a taste if that would satisfy you.”

With a swift motion, you pulled down his pants, freeing his cock without a second thought. You had to move your head back slightly so it didn’t slap you in your face and gaze at his member in awe.

“Looks so good…” you moan to yourself as you bring his tip to your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before taking him in. Tech’s fingers never stopped their rhythm inside you, and he began to thrust gently into your mouth, his cock moving in and out with a steady pace.

You slurp and suck on his cock like a woman starved, your hand gripping the shaft as you pump it back and forth while he rocks into your mouth.

“You look so cock-hungry. Has your pretty mouth and pussy been neglected for so long?” You never thought you’d hear these words pour out of his mouth but here you both were, you with his aching cock between your lips and his fingers deep and wet inside you. “Have your needs been met?”

The sensation was intoxicating, his fingers moving inside you while his cock filled your mouth, your reply a muffled and spit covered ‘yes’. You could feel him trembling, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, the corner of your lips stretching with a pleasurable pull.

You moved back onto your back, positioning yourself with your head tilted to the side so you could continue sucking his cock. Tech’s hands were everywhere, one playing with your oiled nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly, while the other massaged your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself building to another climax as stars blur your vision.

Tech’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He groaned your name, panting like a whore, his voice filled with desire. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

Before he could finish, he pulled out of your mouth with urgency, his eyes dark with lust. “I have to have you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with need.

You watched with wide and lusting eyes as he moved to the bottom of the table, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled you close to him, your legs dangling off the edge. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against your exposed entrance. The anticipation was electric, your body quivering with need.

“Tech, please,” you whispered, your voice burning with desperation.

He needed no further encouragement. He grabs his cock, slipping it up and down between your folds, tapping it against your clit to watch your desperate whimpers of want before he pushes into you, filling you completely.

“Oh fuck! Tech!” You cried out in pleasure, your body arching against him as your head fell back. The sensation of his cock stretching you was overwhelming, and you gripped his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves because after all, he wasn’t even naked himself.

“Maker, your cunt is so tight,” Tech groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, “do not worry darling, you will adjust.”

He began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, slamming into you with an urgency that left you panting with breath. He pushes his goggles up to rest against his forehead, having steamed up from the erotic heat and then watched intently, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into you with each thrust.

“I do not think I will fit inside you completely,” he chuckles, “but I’ll make do.” his voice was husky and he looked you in the eyes.”

“You are mine,” he groans, his hands running up and down your thighs as he stills inside you, keeping his cock warm. “Stars, I have been wanting to see how you look whilst getting wonderfully fucked by my cock.”

Your eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment binding you together. “Tech… it’s so big,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.

“I know. But you are doing exceptionally well my dear… tell me how good it feels,” he demanded, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you cried out, your voice breaking as he begins to move his hips again. “It feels so good baby,”

Tech let out a loud groan at the pet name, legs like jelly. “I could get used to you calling me that.”

“Your body is incredible,” Tech groaned, his hands gripping your fleshy thighs tighter. “It should be cherished. Your pussy is perfect. I’ve imagined you wedged on my cock for a long time. And now you’re mine. My brothers will never get the chance to fuck you as good as I do.”

“I’ll only want you, Tech,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’ve always wanted you.”

Tech’s hands move to your waist, his grip almost bruising as he pounded into you. “I am going to fill you up,” he moaned, his voice low and feral as his deep-rooted kink for breeding you surfaces. “I’m going to spill my seed inside you, and you’re going to take it all.”

The thought sent a shiver of pure pleasure through your body, and you felt your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as your pussy gets pounded. “Yes, Tech! please, I need your hot cum so badly.” you begged, voice a desperate plea as sweat drips down your body.

Tech’s thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own high. His fingers moved to your clit, pinching and flicking it in time with his thrusts. The added sensation made you sob with pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Shit oh - holy - fuck,” you’re mewling pathetically, watching half of his cock disappear inside of you.

He leaned over you, pinning you to the table, his face inches from yours. “Kiss me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. You comply without a second thought, your lips crashing together in a desperate, hot kiss. He lets go of you, hands holding on the table as it rocked back and forth as he buries himself in and out of you.

Just as you were about to fall over into blissful release, Tech pulled out, making you whimper at the loss. “N-no, no why?”

You watch with hazy eyes as he starts to stroke himself, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Beg for my cock,” he commanded, his eyes heavy with hunger. “Tell me how much you need it.”

“Please, baby, Tech, I need you,” you pleaded, your voice desperate. “I need your cock inside me. Fuck me again, please.”

Satisfied, Tech pulled you off the table and turned you around, bending you over. He lifted one of your legs to rest on the table, angling your body perfectly. “This position will allow for deeper penetration,” he explained, his voice tinged with anticipation. “I shall be able to hit that sweet spot inside you perfectly.”

With that, he thrust back into you, his cock driving deep and hitting just the right spot. You gasp out in pleasure, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support. “Yes, Tech, right there,” you moaned. “It feels so good.”

“Good girl,” Tech groaned, his pace relentless. “Take it all my darling.”

His large, veiny cock buried deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot. He reached forward to spank your arse, making it bounce with every thrust. “So receptive.”

Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, Tech flipped you onto your back again, lifting your legs to dangle off his shoulders. He pounded into you with renewed vigor, his pace becoming erratic as he felt himself ready to give you everything.

“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his voice low and feral. “You will be so full.”

“Yes, Tech, do it,” you urged, your voice breathless as you move your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit to match him. “I need it so much.”

With a final, loud thrust, Tech buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came. The sensation pushed you into another orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure.

For a moment, the galaxy seemed to stand still, the only sounds were the heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. As Tech slowly pulled out, you felt his warm cum slip out of you and you watch in awe as he collected it on his fingers and, with a possessive look, pushed it back inside you.

“I want every drop to stay inside you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want you to remember this.”

The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, made you shiver. “I won’t forget,” you whispered.

Tech leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. “You are incredible,” he murmured against your lips. “I never imagined…”

“Me neither,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m glad it happened.”

Tech pulled you into a gentle embrace, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both feeling connected in a way you hadn’t before. “I… I hope I did not hurt you.”

“No, not at all.” You reply with a comforting smile, “I’m just dazed.”

He smiles, pulling his goggles back down after wiping them clear. “As you could probably tell, I always had feelings for you,” he admitted softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I just didn’t know how to express them.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Tech. And not going to lie, I think I’ve always known.”

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Thanks to some calculated foresight, nobody noticed you and Asahi leaving at the same time. Everyone had been involved in their monetized 50/50 odds with Kageyama/Tsukishima's brawl that nothing else mattered.

That was, of course, only until Nishinoya couldn't find his bestie.

He was turning to call to you, make one more joke about how you scared the big coward off.

He quickly scanned the rest of the room- you had both vanished from thin air.

"Yachi?"

It was a little tap against her leg. He sat on the floor, back against the sofa that she was perched on. She leaned forward to hear him amidst all the commotion.

"Did you see where Asahi went?"

Her face grew bright, bright red. She straightened and didn't look at him, except for another tiny, nervous glance.

Yachi infamously could not keep secrets. And, although it wasn't exactly a secret that you two left, it was obvious that you didn't want to be followed, and she knew your feelings well.

Nishinoya's mouth hung open- he pushed himself to sit between her and Daichi, watching her way too close.

A suspicious mutter, right next to her cherry-red face, "You know something."

"Okay- okay, 'Noya-!" Daichi grabbed him hard enough to make him sit naturally again, "Stop that."

"Where is Asahi!" He shouted.

He shoved Daichi off and got up to a kneel again so that he could scan the entire living room. It was hardly a question, because this twilight-zone couch wasn't going to get him any answers.

Suga tried a smarter approach, after sharing a panicked look to Daichi.

"He probably had to take a shit, or somethin'."

Nishinoya stood on the couch, pointing a harsh finger at Suga. He was completely tipped off now, unable to trust a single person, because it was obvious he was not in on something. Now they were all trying to lie.

"You know he only shits in his own house!"

Daichi had to stifle his laughter- that was so true, and such a tiny detail they all knew, and never acknowledged. His attempts to grab Noya were compromised as he giggled. Being pretty wasted did not help.

"Noya, Sit- aah-hahaha-! Sit dowwn!"

"Okayyy, relax man!"

Nishinoya was freaking out, also drunk, knocked back down to his knees because of Daichi's clumsy pulling, "Wheeere! Is! Asahiii!"

Suga stood up to help, only throwing a glance to Yachi- who looked like she was about to implode. The pressure was high, made worse by everyone else's loud chanting, a count-down, for Kageyama to keep his hold on Tsukishima in the center of the circle.

"You're gonna-Ow! Hurt yourself!"

It took the combined strength of Suga and Daichi to keep their smaller friend in place. Tens of minutes passed by with Nishinoya restrained by his legs and waist- sprawled awkwardly over their laps. He would occasionally cry Asahi's name up to the ceiling in a monotone, defeated drawl, as if he was dead.

Nobody else cared, aside from thinking Nishinoya was a funny little guy when he had been drinking.

The rest of the matches were quieter. Daichi had to give up his ref position to Kageyama, since he was sober and the most willing, but that didn't stop him from making the world's worst calls.

Yachi was the first to hear it.

She was zoned out, staring forward at the blank wall, but got roused by a small, and somewhat familiar pitch.

"Oh- oh no--," She leaned over Nishinoya's leg, shaking Daichi's shoulder. She mouthed, 'I can hear them!'

Instead of springing up into action right away, like she expected them to, they sat still. It took a second to understand that they were trying to listen.

The very feint, but undeniable, sounds of some very good sex met their curious ears.

"The speaker-!" Suga caught his breath, sporting a very similar, harsh redness, as he shoved Nishinoya off, "Fuck, I- I'm getting th'speaker."

The solution was efficient, and a surefire way to keep everyone downstairs for longer. It was waking up those that were falling asleep.

It also helped to disguise Asahi once he began barreling down the steps. To the little group, all in on it, they were turned around already, waiting to see him as he stepped into the light.

He was glittering with sweat.

A brief, uneven, "H-ey, guys."

He cleared his throat, unable to meet any of their eyes, as he continued to the kitchen for some water.

Daichi collapsed onto the couch. He was taken completely with laughter, and Suga sat upright, mouth hanging open, growing warmer and warmer, clutching Yachi for support.

If that's what Asahi looked like, it was safe to assume that you must've been in shambles.

When he came back around with water, Nishinoya flung his torso over the back of the couch and barely snagged him by the shirt.

"Asahiii!" He gripped him tight, meeting his eyes with a messy smile, "Who won?"

Asahi made a frightened sound.

In his violent shudder, Nishinoya was shaken off and had to go without a proper response-- he scoffed, calling after him, "You're such a wuss!!"

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