#Interesting that the bushes don’t move on across this door

[caterpillarinacave]

"Ugh...the city," you think, no need to debate this decision, you write out a message to toss through the door, it tells whomever reads it that you are from a place called Earth, you walked through a door and ended up in a new world that is strange to you, this door leads from the strange world to wherever this is, you're looking for more insight into this world and/or your situation, and if they could leave their response near the door that would be great, please and thank you.

You tie the note with a string and toss it through the door then close it. Figuring it will take some time to get a response you leave the door be for today and head back, in the evening you mess with your trinkets and find nothing new about them, you add relevant info to your notebooks, and enjoy life while waiting, after a few days you return and open the door, the note looks untouched and when you pull it in you see no sign of anyone having noticed it, you toss it back through and leave it another day, this time when you open the door you see a letter across the alley, your note and the string are gone. The letter is too far to reach, you'll probably need to step through to pick it up. Do you walk over to get it?

No

[cosmicsully]

OBSESSED WITH YOU

aged up!Neteyamx aged up!human(f)!reader

Summary: In which…. Neteyam crosses paths with a human, but what is that sudden obsession with her, where did that need to protect her come from?

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: fluff, Y/N’s personal space is quite literally violated by Neteyam, Y/N is the first Human Neteyam has ever seen, Neteyam barely speaks/understands English, kissing, slight make out, lowkey unrealistic storyline lmao

My Masterlist <3.

What are you called? = fyape syaw fko ngar Stay calm = mawey beautiful: (of people) = sevin take it off = kämunge tsal I want to see = Oe new ne kame hurry up = win säpi nefä so soft = nìftxan 'ango

I hope you enjoy! If you do, feel free to reblog, I might consider writing more parts to this :) <3

I can still remember how it happened. The day that I met Neteyam still lingers in my mind, the young Na´vi boy consuming my attention at all times.

About a week ago, I can still feel the soft breeze of air flushing against my legs, I remember smelling the green plants that had just been drowned in the heavy rain the previous night. The loving light of the warm sun embraces my figure as I walk across a muddy path, trying not to step on any kind of animal. I was outside although I was not allowed to leave the lab. Secretly slipping out of the back door, the mask that is pumping oxygen into my lungs well secured on my face, as I made it my new goal to explore Pandora further.

It is a memory I cherish. The adrenaline that runs through my veins as I took one step after the other, putting as much space as possible between me and the lab.

With the feeling of well-secured safety and no one having caught me fleeing from my home, I slowed my steps, taking in my beautiful surroundings. All kinds of exotic colorful plants surround my form, my eyes darting to one and then another, trying to see everything all at once. My ragged breathing slowed down as I sprinted across the mud, my feet now slightly covered in it.

I can’t help but feel joy consume me whole.

The beauty of Pandora yet again swallowed me, pulling me in. I let my feet work on their own, deciding on taking a small walk to find new interesting and unexplored corners. My fingertips glide against a pulsating bluish plant, as it vibrates against my hand in return, letting myself smile at the uncommon feeling.

This world is so alive.

It is beautiful, I hope its owners treat it well, with respect and cherish it just as I do. Although from the stories I have been told, Na’vi are very spiritual species who inhabit these forests. And now that I think of it, I have never truly seen a real Na’vi.

Dreamwalkers don’t count.

Not letting my mind linger on the thought of facing a real Na’vi, I continued my exploration, It felt like mere minutes, but because it was slowly becoming darker around me it must have been at least a few hours. The only sound that reaches my ears is my breathing from behind the thin glass that is covering my entire face, and the nature that I’m currently moving in. Deciding that I have seen enough for today and that Norm is most likely worrying about my well-being, I take a turn and walk to the path I have been walking all along and slowly but surely make my way back to the lab.

Just as I took a few steps, I heard a quiet huff and leaves moving behind a tree a few feet away from me.

Midway through me turning my head, a blue figure emerges from the bushes. There he stands. A tall male Na’vi. His stripes-covered skin glows underneath the small amount of light that is still falling on Pandora.

He is beautiful.

So beautiful the nature around me is no longer on my mind. All my focus and attention is now drawn to him as I see his fist tightening around a weapon that is firm in his right hand.

With quick movements, he is pointing an arrow at me.

“Wait- Wait- Wait-“ I start as his face wears an angry expression, his frown-covered face facing my direction. I can see his ears perk up at the words that left my mouth. The foreign language fills his head as he decides on killing or spearing me.

“fyape syaw fko ngar?” he hisses, flashing his fangs at me. His white teeth sparkle in the sun as he takes a big step closer to me. His sudden movement made me trip over, my backside making contact with the now slightly dried ground. Him now towering over me even more, his height is scary.

“I- I’m sorry I don’t understand you, please talk slower,” I say, trying to speak slowly, he probably doesn’t understand my words. He tilts his head in confusion, his eyes widening as he takes in my form. Here I am, halfway sitting up in the slightly muddy forest of Pandora. My eyes are fixated on the Na’vi that is towering above me.

“fyape. syaw. fko. ngar?” he repeats, now trying to talk as slow as I did. His pronunciation is now much clearer, his eyes squinting close as if he can see the wheels whirring behind my eyes. This situation throws me back multiple years, remembering the Na’vi lessons we were put through at the mere age of ten. He must have said something about me. Asking about my age? No that would not add up to the situation I’m currently in. Maybe he asked what my name is. That makes way more sense, him emerging from the forest, probably taking me in as a threat.

Slowly, I raise my hands on either side of my head a little, to show that I have no weapons on me, and don’t mean any harm to anyone. At my gesture his ears stand up, their previous position flattened against his head long gone. While doing so, his curiosity must have grown, he lowers his weapon, no meaning to harm me for now. The unknown Na’vi male lowers himself into a crouching position, as he fixates his bow on his back and secures the arrow back in its holder. With me still staying put on the ground, he starts to crawl over my much smaller form to take in my face.

His expression is still confused, but the curiosity must be getting a hold of him. He slowly makes his way above me, his face getting closer to mine, I can feel his warm breath hitting my cheek, his sparkly yellow eyes boring into my own. Pupils now grown bigger and bigger with each second that passes.

“What are you doing?” I whisper, my questioning tone must have shown him that I asked a question. He shakes his head in a way to tell me that he has no idea what I just said, but he doesn’t leave his current position, instead, he’s only inching closer to my body. His face slowly moved to the left side of my face, flattened nose touching my cheek and slowly moving down to my neck. His way of moving and actions remind me of an animal, I can feel him take a deep breath through his nose when it hits my pulse point. It’s like he’s taking in my scent, trying to burn it into his brain to never lose the smell of me.

His actions makes a shudder run down my spine, a shaky breath leaving my mouth only now realizing that I have been holding my lungs oxygen-free for the past minute, them now aching and burning for more.

He breathes me in again, this time with eyes closed, my scent filling his nostrils. My breathing stays unsteady, his presence making my heart quicken in my chest, he seems to notice that, his eyes now fixated on my chest, watching it rise and fall again. When my eyes caught his never leaving my chest, a frown forms on my face, my mouth gaping at him and my arms moving to cover my chest. Slightly uncomfortable under his stare that is on one of my most intimate parts.

He quickly shakes his head and uses one of his three-fingered hands -that is at least twice as big as mine- to move them away, his now gained free access to my chest making him move his head closer, the side of his face making contact with me, his ear hovering above my heart. My heartbeat echoes in his head, its beating pumping hot blood through my veins. Although he does not seem to have the intention to hurt me in any way, my heart doesn’t slow its fast beats. His heavy head makes contact with my chest, I can feel him resting his head completely.

He stays put for a few seconds, the sound of soft breaths leaving his nose hit my ears. My heart still hammers in my chest, continuing to reveal my unsure feelings about the moment and this stranger who is quite literally breaking the definition of personal space. He stirrers up removing his ear from my chest, now much softer yellow eyes meeting mine.

“Mawey.” he whispers. His soothing voice makes it seem like a sweet gesture, the way he talks, the way his eyes move from me to my chest, no, to my heart, its like he wants to tell me to relax. The next thing that catches his attention is the oxygen mask that covers my slightly blushing face. With one of his fingers he taps against the glass, the tap rather harsh as it shoots through the glass and right to my ears echoing softly.

"Neteyam." he speaks up, the pronunciation lingering in my mind. As he speaks, he points the finger that just tapped my mask to his chest, gesturing to himself, it seems to be his way of introducing himself to me.

"Y/N." I say telling him my name. His ears perk up as my voice hits him.

"Y/N…" he tries to pronounce my name just like I did, but fails miserably. I can´t help myself but let a giggle slip past my lips at his terrible attempt at pronouncing my name, squinting my eyes closed in the process. He doesn´t exactly laugh at my reaction, but what seems to be a small smile makes its way across Neteyams face. I like the way my name sounds when he speaks.

"Sevin." he whispers pointing at me again. His hand glides downwards to my own and he takes a look at it, his eyes fixated on my little finger. He slowly but surely wraps two of his fingers around it, completely engulfing my pinky with his. His hand is huge compared to mine. If he wanted to, he could cover my entire hand with his and nothing of my hand would be visible.

"Sevin?" I ask, questioning his last words, why did I barely pay attention when we were told simple words that are commonly used by Na´vi?

"Beautiful?" he now repeats, his accent thick as he tries to translate his words.

"You mean me?" I ask a little unsure, it is not unknown in the lab that Na´vi and humans don´t usually interact with one another, let alone find any interest in each other. He points his finger against my chest again, still trying to get me to understand that he thinks I´m pretty.

I can´t help but blush at his actions, not quite used to being complimented by someone.

"You´re beautiful too" I answer, already aware of the fact that he probably doesn´t understand what I just told him. So I point my finger at his chest just like he did to me and say

"Sevin."

His eyes fall to my pointer finger that is currently resting against his chest, his hands now following his eyes, a blue hand yet again engulfing my own. I feel a certain warmth spread through my chest.

Am I supposed to feel like this?

Probably not.

No, definitely not.

Then why does his presence feel so good? Why do I feel this special security with him? When his warm eyes meet mine?

His attention is now back on my face, the way he is now directly in front of me, allows me to take a closer look at his facial features. His yellow, big, cat-like eyes are pulsating with warmth and softness, his slightly flattened nose wrinkling when he senses new smell. He seems to be studying me just as I do him.

"kämunge tsal" he whispers, now again tapping against my oxygen mask.

Although I could not exactly translate his spoken words in my head, it must have been something about my mask. I shake my head hastily, if his intentions are about me taking it off he can forget it.

"Oe new ne kame" he urges me on, his eyes filled with curiosity and desperate pleading.

"Off," he says quickly his demanding tone fitting to his accent, his hand already finding the bottom of the mask and lifting it off of my face. His sudden actions make me gasp and quickly breathe in, to catch another wave of oxygen.

The mask is now all the way off, Neteyam places it on one of his muscular tights, but his vibrant eyes are darting across every moving muscle on my face. He studies me carefully as if he is afraid of breaking me with a grip that might be too firm for my body.

His left-hand moves to the right side of my head, the warm palm of his softly meeting me. His palm swallows half of my skull, it’s like a puzzle fitting, his piece connecting with mine. A few seconds later I have a sort of ticklish feeling against my upper thigh, his strong tail curling twice around it. The movement makes me blush, I feel my cheeks and half of my neck warming. It’s like Neteyam is trying to be as close as possible, though I can not really tell why.

His face inches closer to mine, he’s so close again that I can feel his breath on my lips, his eyes dare to look at them for a quick moment but just as he meets them he averts his gaze again. I can’t help it but copy his movement, my eyes darting down to his lips.

I can feel the atmosphere between us get turned upside down within one quick glance at his lips, a sort of tension building up.

What I’m doing here is insane.

I should be home by now.

Just as I can feel him getting even closer, the need for oxygen is growing and growing, my lungs aching for relief. My eyes shoot down to his leg hastily grabbing the mask that my body so desperately seeks. The moment it hits my face I take a deep breath, my heart beating at a quickening speed. Neteyam groans in response his hand falling from my head, instead both of his hands land on either side of my waist. As I try to steady my breathing, he pulls my smaller form into his lap.

"win säpi nefä" he lowly whines, making my eyebrows raise in confusion at his whining. He waits a few seconds for my chest to raise at a normal speed again, his eyes boring through mine as if he is asking for permission, although I can not quite tell for what.

"Enough" he orders now quite needy ripping the mask off my face, but before I can respond in annoyance, warm lips are pressed against my very own. My eyes widen at his sudden actions, I can`t hold back the quiet unexpected sigh that sounds like a soft moan leaving my lips.

Neteyam responds eagerly, his tongue now parting my lips ready to claim my mouth, the taste of me lingering on his tastebuds, he pulls me closer by my hips, the close proximity making him groan. The kiss quickly becomes feverish and passionate as his desire for more keeps growing. His hand moves to the back of my head keeping me in place to continue his almost assault on my lips. His rough palms skim down my waist to hook around my hips, pulling me flush against his chest.

It is something I have never felt before, the adrenaline coursing through my veins making my head dizzy. Or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that was making me feel lightheaded.

I can´t help but try to pull away from him, his much stronger grip on me only tightening in response, in order to gain focus again I let my fingers tangle into his braids, softly tugging his lips away from mine. Neteyam growls in protest, chasing my lips with his but I lean back and reach down to put the mask that dangles down my body back on my face. As I keep filling my lungs with air, I look up through the thing glass with heavy-lidded eyes, my chest still heaving and my heart thrumming in my chest.

Neteyam pants softly, just as breathless as I am.

Behind Neteyam I can see his tail swaying with excitement from side to side, his own heavy eyes now focused on a part of my neck. He quickly connects his lips with my neck, softly coating it with open-mouth kisses. With his other hand, he gently tugs on my hair to expose my neck to his mouth. Not caring about the noises that could slip out of my mouth, I let a soft moan leave my lips at the feeling. That seems to urge him on further, his lips traveling from my neck, to my collarbone and lastly to my pulse point. It is the place he breathed me in earlier, he growls at the memory, lips quickly working at sucking on my delicate skin.

I close my eyes at the feeling of his soft but rough lips as they work against my sensitive skin, my mouth slightly agape at the pleasure that is shooting through every inch of my body.

"nìftxan 'ango" the Na´vi male moans against my neck, at the sound of a twig breaking somewhere in the distance, Neteyam quickly breaks away from my sensitive skin. His tail tightened around my thigh in a protective manner.

"Come" he hushes at me, now raising to his feet and full height, With one swift movement he claims my wrist in his hand sneaking around it in a soft grip. He pulls me up in no time as if I weigh nothing to him. I can feel myself hovering over the ground for a split second before he lets go of my wrist now fully placing me back on the ground I was laying on only minutes ago.

[soap-ify]

some vampire!reader x vampire hunters!141 thoughts that are refusing to leave my mind. pardon me this is unedited and i'm sleepy as fuck. feminine terms used on reader.

cw — they basically kidnap you.

“i dinnae think there’s any more of those creatures left here!”

“shut your whining, johnny.”

ghost and soap had been bickering back and forth, serving nothing more than to worsen the headache blooming in price’s head. at least gaz was silent, observant as ever. price pretended to ignore the amused grin that adorned gaz’s lips very much clearly.

the appearances of vampires around the front of the woods had significantly started to lessen due to these vampire hunters who actually gave a fuck about their job, dedicated in clearing out the parts so the civilians could sleep peacefully at night.

though at the same time, it meant that finding a vampire was as hard as digging up some treasure. it was infuriating, in all honesty, especially for price. these mindless patrols were fucking up with his head, the lack of activity making him more irritated.

plus the rest three just seemed too immersed in some banter to even care. though eventually, a soft rustle from the bushes caused them all to fall quiet due to price’s hand gesturing to them to stop, observant pair of eyes carefully looking around.

“there’s something here.” commanding as ever, price took the initiative of stepping forward, his pistol clutched in his hands.

the four of them discreetly stepped through the bush, coming across you. you, who were standing there wide eyed, hands trembling in pure fear, taking a step back from the hunters in front of you.

weird. you were supposed to bare your fangs, to attack them and try to suck their blood for your life. but no, you were acting more like a poor trapped bunny, not a vampire.

“price.” ghost grumbled and stopped price by holding his shoulders, pulling him back slightly. this masked man was terrifying observant, eyes boring deep within your skin, as if unpeeling every layer of you to grasp the poor soul within, for the sake of his own amusement perhaps?

he could see you salivating, unable to hold in the drool that glistened pathetically under the moonlight, yet not making any moves whatsoever. “you thinkin’ what i’m thinkin’, simon?” gaz nudged ghost slightly, those dark eyes looking at you a bit more kindly, almost interested.

“look at the wee lass, captain.” soap could barely hold in a snicker, already putting his gun back into the holster. he couldn’t care less, in all honesty. what were you going to do, bite him?

price had oddly became the quietest, his stare making you try to shuffle away uneasily. though before you could even try to move a little, his hand shot out and grabbes you by the shoulder, dragging you over to him and the rest, ignoring your hisses.

“don’t think she’s like other of those bloodthirsty fuckers.” price huffed out curiously, his other hand forcing your mouth open, thumb running over your fangs. weak. what had you been feeding on to lack the power others like you possessed?

“how ‘bout we take her home, cap’n?” gaz mumbled and took out a pack of cigarette from his pocket, drawing one out.

“i agree with him.” ghost mumbled, taking a step forward, towering over you. a shadow eager to destroy. “we can study her like that, y’know.”

his words made you sweat coldly, throat tightening up, unable to utter a single form of protest while price dragged you almost effortlessly, making you walk alongside them until you reached a jeep parked beside one of the many trees.

“c’mon, hen.” soap eagerly opened the door, giving you a push inside. “ye’re comin’ with us.”

finally some activity for all four of them.

[azwhore]

this is pt. 2 to my last post, hope you like ;)

words: 2.6k

warnings: smut, fluff (this is pretty fluffy), oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, public sex, unprotected sex, edging i guess?, am i missing anything?

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It’s been about 10 minutes of you and Alex resting peacefully on each other. He provided you with the most delicious, but simple, dinner. It was really needed after your day from work.

“You know…” he interrupts the silence. “The surprise isn’t over just yet, love.” Alex holds this cocky tone in his voice. What is your boyfriend planning?

“Oh? Well how ‘bout you tell me, Turner?” You ask, ever so curious. He moves his head off yours as little pieces of hair fall over his forehead. Picking up your head as well, you look at him, puzzled. He places a passionate kiss on your lips, wanting more, but stopping.

“That would just ruin the surprise, now would it?” Way to beat around the bush. Alex gets up, leaving you stranded on the blanket. You’re confused, wondering why he left his spot next to you.

He looks back and stops in his tracks, saying in a sweet tone, “You coming, love?”

You stand and walk over to him, asking, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. You should grab a sweater.” He says coyly. You glare at him, not entirely liking the secrecy. Alex swallows his saliva, nerved by you. He knows better than to rile you up.

“Uh, don’t worry, love. It’s nothing bad. Promise.” Right.

You nod, walking to your closet to grab a cream colored cardigan. It was thick, but not enough as to make you hot.

You stride back to Alex at the exit of your apartment. He takes in your beauty once again, not looking away.

“Wow…”

“What?”

“I just can’t believe you’re mine.” This man sure knows what he’s doing. You’re flustered by the comment. You still never get used to his compliments; it makes you feel good each time.

“Let’s go.” You say, a bright red blush spreading across your cheeks. He smirks at you. Alex knows exactly what he does to you.

***

You both get downstairs, arriving at his parked car. Alex opens your door for you, waiting for you to get inside.

“Ladies first.” You roll your eyes slightly at his comment, smiling. He closes your door, walking over to the driver’s side.

“Seat-belted?” You nod. It’s only the bare minimum to ensure your safety. He buckles himself in and starts the car. Alex then puts his arm on your seat to look back as he put the car in reverse. You stared at him, drinking in his features: chiseled jaw, brown, light curls, a slight vein popping out in his neck. Man was he a god.

He noticed you staring. You look away as he lets out a smirk.

“Enjoying the view, love?” he says in his usual cocky tone.

“Shut up.” you sound irritated. Alex lets out a chuckle at your words. He loved teasing you.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrive at a park. It looked to be a little secluded, yet there were still quite a few people. It wasn’t anything outrageous, but it was still beautiful. Trees and bushes scattered everywhere, as well as street lamps and benches. You’ve always enjoyed nature; Alex knew that. So this seemed to be the perfect place to take you on a Friday night.

“Surprise!” he silently shouts in a sing-songy voice.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you say, true to your words. Just from the entrance the park looked amazing.

Alex gets out of the car and jogs over to your side. He opens the door, slightly bowing as you step out.

“Milady,” he worships in his thick accent.

“Why thank you kind sir.” you respond, giggling. Alex loved hearing your laugh. It warmed his heart each time. You were like the first day of spring.

You hook your arm through his as you stroll through the park. Alex mentions going along one of the paths to which you agreed. Both of you point out different things that peak your interests. At one point, he mentioned a squirrel stealing a piece of bread from a bird. After a little while, the two of you have seen just about everything.

Alex suddenly brings you against a thick tree facing away from the path. He immediately starts kissing and nipping at your neck, trying to get more access

“Alex…” you say out of breath by your boyfriend’s actions. “Wha-What are you doing? We’re in public!” you whisper-shout. You don’t need anyone around to hear what the two of you are up to.

“You didn’t think that was the only surprise, did you?” he says between kisses. You try to suppress your moans, biting on your lip as he continues to ravish your neck. You bite so hard you could practically taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Shh… be good and stay quiet, yeah?” Alex knows exactly what he’s doing. “Are you okay, love?” he asks.

“Mhm..” you try to form a word, but to no avail.

His hands are on your lower back, slowly caressing it. Alex then moves down slowly to your chest, peppering kisses and licks all over it. He pulls down the sweetheart line of your dress, exposing your breasts. Your nipples instantly receive a rush of cold air. You try to suppress a soft moan at the contact, but failed.

“No bra, huh?” He smirks as he brings your nipple into his mouth. Alex works on it slowly, giving it kitten licks and pecks.

“Alex,” you sigh, “please…” You’re breathless.

“What is it that you want, love?” He teases. He knows exactly what you want. As he asks this, he switches to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other.

Your hands are occupied in scratching his scalp, too busy to touch him. Instead, you press your knee gently to his cock, rubbing it; he’s almost completely hard. Alex groans into your breasts at your touch as he continues his abuse on your nipple.

He gives your nipple one last kiss before he moves even lower to your core. Alex gets on his knees, hands resting on your thighs as he’s looking up at you. It’s almost like he’s pleading.

You nod to give your confirmation. That was all he needed for him to pounce onto you. Alex scatters kisses all across your upper thighs. It was becoming increasingly harder for you to hold in your moans.

He then gives a kiss on your soaked panties, sighing at the sensation.

“Baby, you’re soaking wet. This all for me?” He asks. You were practically dripping.

“All yours, Al.” You respond.

He smirks as he pulls your panties down. You were wearing dark red lace panties, Alex’s favorite color.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says as he kisses your pussy. He then licks a long stripe along it, eliciting a moan you tried hiding with your hand. You almost completely forgot you were in public.

“Quiet, love.” He whispers.

Alex delves his tongue into your folds, collecting your juices. He repeats this a couple of times before he’s satisfied and moves up to your clit. His tongue swirls your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. Your hand is pressed so hard against your mouth, fingers white.

He slides one finger along your folds, spreading your wetness. He then presses his finger against your entrance, sliding right in. You moan despite your hand covering your mouth. Alex pulls off of you for a second to look up, mouth glistening. He gestures a finger over his lips, indicating you to be quiet. You nod in understanding.

“Good girl.” He says, giving his customary smirk. He goes back to work, placing kisses over your clit once again.

You can feel the coil in your abdomen swell with each lick and suck Alex makes. He then inserts another finger, bringing you even closer to the edge. His pace is fast, fingers curling to hit that sweet spot over and over. Your eyes are screwed shut, reveling in the pleasure.

You finally open your eyes to look down at Alex. You find his eyes already on you. He was watching you. With each and every action he did, he was watching you.

With that, the coil snaps, causing you to moan loudly. You don’t care if anyone hears you anymore. Your juices spill out of you, coating Alex’s mouth. He doesn’t move, continuing to abuse your pussy. He lets you ride out your high, better than ever.

Soon after, he gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He brings his fingers to your mouth, urging you to taste yourself. You comply, opening your mouth. Alex pushes his fingers into your mouth.

“Don’t you taste divine, love? Absolutely delicious.” You hum in response. “You were such a good girl, cumming on my face. Did so good.” Alex praises. You could live off of his praises alone.

He removes his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, placing them in his mouth to taste you as well. He moans at the taste.

“Alex, I want to please you too.” You say. It isn’t fair that he gave you the best orgasm, but he got nothing in return. Unbuckling his pants, you spring his cock free. Alex moans at your touch, almost unable to control himself.

“No, love. This is about you.” You want to please him, no matter what.

“Please, Alex. I want to.” You drag your fingers along his cock, earning a groan from him.

“Ah..Fine. Let’s go.” You smile. He stuffs himself back into his pants and grabs your hand. Alex walks fast, making a beeline for his car.

Once you get there, he opens the door for you once again. He made sure you were buckled in and drove off towards your apartment.

You couldn’t wait; you were too impatient. You leaned over the center console and unbuckled his pants once again.

“Love, not now. I’m driving.” You don’t listen, continuing to take his cock back out. The effect you had on him drove him wild.

Continuing your torture, you lick a long stripe up his cock. His moans were so cute. You sink your mouth onto him, taking him in slowly. His groan was long and loud, enjoying your mouth on him.

You stayed like this, taking him in slowly. Alex couldn’t help it anymore and bucked his hips up, hitting the back of your throat.

“Ah..love,” He was always sensitive.

He grabs your hair softly, moving your head up and down. You were perfectly fine with this as he deserved it. With each thrust, he moaned. You felt his cock contract. He was close.

Before he could cum, Alex removed your mouth off of him. You looked at him confused. You wanted to make him cum.

“Not yet.” He wanted to make this moment last.

You soon arrived in front of your apartment. Alex parked the car quickly, eager to have some fun with you. He opens your door and you jump out quickly. He grabs your hand once again as you both run inside the building. You laugh, noticing how this is like a cliché straight out of a romance movie.

Once inside the apartment, Alex pushes you against the wall, pressing kisses all over your lips. You were delectable, he thought.

He kissed along your neck to get things going again. Alex didn’t want to hurt you.

You make your way to the bedroom. He pushes you onto the bed as he takes his shirt off. His body is magnificent; his slightly defined chest, toned arms, soft skin.

You pull your dress down, remaining in only your panties. Alex takes his pants off too, standing in just his boxers. He leans over to cage you between his arms. He stops moving, looking into your glittering, dilated eyes. They were beautiful. Just after, Alex leans in to give you a sweet, loving kiss. It wasn’t rough or needy. Just loving, as if he wanted it to last forever. You kiss him back, reciprocating the same sweetness. You could kiss him all day.

As he’s kissing you, Alex movies his fingers inside your panties. His long, veiny fingers slip inside your cunt. You’re still as wet as ever. As he does so, you still hide your moans with your hand.

However, you can now moan as loud as you want; Alex makes that very clear.

“Love, I want to hear you.” He says in a deep tone. He curls his fingers hard, provoking a loud and languid moan from your lips. You couldn’t help it.

“Alex,” your breathless after that. Your boyfriend sure knows how to make you feel good.

“Good girl.” He praises once again. He knew you were anything but bad.

Alex brought you so close to the edge. You were teetering off of it, until he retracted his fingers from your hole.

“No… baby, please,” You whine.

“It’s okay, love. Don’t worry.” He assures. Alex takes off his boxers and gives himself a couple of strokes. He lines himself up with you, but teases your entrance. You let out another whine, frustrated at his actions. He smirked, knowing you were becoming riled up. Just as you were about to speak, he plunged himself into you slowly. He was sure not to hurt you.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He breathes out. As he bottoms out, he stills, patiently waiting for you to adjust to him. Alex peppers kisses all across your face, neck, and chest, soothing the slight pain. It soon went away and he started to move slowly. He felt so good.

He steadily increased his pace, causing just enough friction for that familiar coil to build up again. Alex directly hit that sweet spot over and over again. You couldn’t help your moans; they were uncontrollable now.

His pace was now sloppy and fast, overwhelming you, but you don’t care. Alex’s breathing was erratic. He couldn’t contain himself either, it seems. You could feel his cock throb inside you. You were so close.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” Alex whispers in your ear, his voice husky and deep.

And just like that his praise threw you over the edge. Your pussy tightened, squeezing Alex’s cock. He let out a sweet moan at the sensation, his cock twitching. His motions stop as you begin to feel even more full than you already are. Alex came inside you and it felt so good. Oh, what a feeling it was.

He laid on top of you without putting his entire weight. A kiss was placed on your hair gingerly, taking in what just happened. After about a minute, Alex rolled off of you with a groan, making you chuckle. His arm wrapped around you as you snuggled into him. His nose was above your head taking in your scent. You smelled like soft vanilla and cherries; he loved it.

“Alex?” You break the comfortable silence.

“Yes, love?” His voice was carrying a benevolent tone.

“Thank you for today. I really enjoyed it.” You were sincere. It may be hard to express your gratitude towards your boyfriend, but you tried. Alex understands your gratitude and warmly welcomes it.

“Of course, lovely. I’d do anything for you. You’d do the same right?” He asks sarcastically.

“Well…” You joke.

“Well that’s not fair!” He jokes back as he pretends to be shocked. Alex doesn’t expect you to do anything for him in return; he’s perfectly content with pleasing only you. (Of course, you always return the favor either way.) He enjoys doing things for you, no matter what the outcome is. As long as he’s standing next to you, then he’s alright.

“I love you.” He says sleepily.

“Love you too.” You respond.

You’ll forever be thankful to have Alex in your life. Alex believes the same thing. You two are just like food is to humans. You both need as well as want each other. That won’t change.

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what do you guys think??? i don’t really like it, so it’s ok to say it’s trash 😭 but ty for reading though🫶🏽

tags: @thenightslikeawhiirlwind @ismiledinthebakery

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 14/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

Six weeks later

“I’ll be home late,” Diana tells him, rushing around as she scrambles to get out the door. “Don’t forget to put the garbage out tonight.”

He nods, sipping from his coffee mug. Frenchie rests her head on his thigh and he gives her a pat, an unspoken promise that they will go for a walk soon. 

“Did you call the cable company?” Diana asks, halting in the doorway of the laundry room. 

“No, but I will,” he says. 

“Okay, thank you,” she continues, collecting shoes, briefcase, purse, travel coffee mug. “Please remember to take your medication. See you tonight.”

She gets as far as the door into the garage, then turns back and hurries over to him, her heels clacking against the tiled floor. She kisses him briefly on the cheek, and then is out the door in a flash, leaving him and Frenchie alone in the house. 

“All right, French Face, let’s go,” he says, and the dog woofs, her tail wagging excitedly. 

The heat of early summer is already warming the pavement, sending the metallic, earthy smell of concrete and dandelions up into his nose. Frenchie trots happily beside him, stopping to inspect bushes and street signs for messages left behind by other dogs. The Children’s House is noisy and chaotic, the older children waiting at the corner for the bus and the younger ones puttering around the driveway as their mother supervises the whole lot from the front porch. She waves and he waves back, then crosses the street so he doesn’t distract the children with his appealing furry friend. 

He’s beginning to sweat by the time they make it back to the house, which exacerbates his already buzzing nerves. From the back of the closet he pulls out his nicest suit, black Armani, and pairs it with a blue dress shirt and black tie. When his wingtips are on his feet and his hair is styled just so, he lets Frenchie outside one last time, then leaves her with a bone that should entertain her for the several hours she’ll be confined to the house. He climbs into his car and navigates out of the neighborhood and then onto the turnpike, his stomach already in knots. 

It’s the lie that bothers him the most, followed closely by the possible outcome if this goes to plan. Sneaking around, lying, obfuscating: these are things he swore he would never do again, promises he made on his knees as his whole life flashed before his eyes. And here he is, letting Diana believe that he will spend the day at work and then helping Fred put together his new entertainment center when he will be nowhere near his office, nor Fred’s house. 

He tried to talk to her about it. Several times, several ways. He made frequent mention of feeling unfulfilled by his work, demonstrated a renewed interest in exploring the unexplained. When his subtlety went unnoticed, he directly told her that he had thought about re-engaging with the FBI and moving back to the DC area. 

“Absolutely not,” she’d said emphatically, setting her fork down and turning more fully toward him in her seat at the kitchen island. “We’re established here, Jeff. I have a career here, we have friends and a mortgage. I’m not interested in starting over again.” 

Just start again.

He attempted to compromise and suggested that he could work out of the Philadelphia field office instead of Quantico or the Hoover if the Bureau would have him back, perhaps even consult as a behavioral specialist. The answer across the board was no. No to relocating, and absolutely no to re-joining the FBI. The level of anger in her response left him feeling hurt and confused, wondering why she was more focused on the quality of his ideas for improving his own happiness than the fact that he’s unhappy in the first place. 

Had she asked, he would have told her that he feels stuck. Stuck in a job that’s no longer fulfilling, stuck in a daily routine that’s become predictable and boring, stuck in a life that he isn’t sure he ever wanted to lead in the first place. Diana herself spends enormous amounts of time at work in Philly, and when she’s home she holes up in the office, on phone call after phone call well into the evening hours. He empathizes with the stressful nature of her job, but he sometimes feels like he doesn’t have a wife at all.

This job posting fell into his lap, literally. Diana brought in the mail and tossed his favorite newspaper unceremoniously in his direction, and he caught it by the folded edge before it fell to the floor. It opened itself to the classifieds, and a particular advertisement caught his eye. 

Seeking Trained and Experienced/Licensed Therapists for Clinical Research

John Hopkins Bayview Medical Center

Department of Psychiatry Administration

It felt like fate. A new city, a new job, one that seeks to find answers to as yet unasked questions. And so he applied, and got a call the very next day. If he’s offered the position, he will have to make a choice: decline and continue slogging through each day of this unfulfilling life, or accept and tell Diana that he’s going, with or without her. At this moment in time, flying down the freeway at seventy miles per hour with Green Day filling his ears, both options are too terrifying to even consider. 

The interchange comes up and he is faced with the first choice that will lead him to a series of others: stay on the turnpike and drive into Philly, or get on 476 and head south. One way to more of the same, the other to the great unknown. 

He exits, taking 476 south, calculating about two hours to Baltimore. 

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“Thank you for your time, Mr. Spender. I can’t make any promises, but I can tell you that we’re very impressed with your work history and your intended research methodology.”

He stands, accepting the proffered hand and focusing on a firm, confident handshake. 

“Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Bering. If there are any questions that come to mind, anything I may not have answered, please feel free to reach out by phone or email. Based on what you’ve shared about the work you do here, I’m very interested.”

He’s escorted back to the lobby, though he and Mr. Bering continue talking for upwards of fifteen minutes. By the time he walks back through the doors into the late afternoon sun, he feels buoyant and hopeful for the first time that he can remember in years. 

The nature of the research, the opportunity to be a part of a dedicated team and impact the course of treatment for test subjects, his own office, a salary that exceeds his current earnings: it’s all too good to be true. He has the reflexive thought that he can’t wait to tell Diana, but then remembers that she will be anything but happy for him. He’ll have to wait and find out if he gets an offer before he broaches the subject with her—no use overturning the whole apple cart for nothing. 

He returns to his car, too optimistic to be bothered by the parking ticket pinned under one of his windshield wipers, and heads back toward the highway. Just before he gets to the on-ramp, he sees a small coffee shop and decides to stop. This day is already going so well, a cup of decent coffee would only serve to make it even better. 

He waits in line, debating getting a cookie but ultimately deciding not to risk getting crumbs all over his good suit. 

“Hi, welcome in. What can I get for you?” the barista coos with a genuine smile. 

“Just a large black coffee, please. No room.”

“You got it,” she says, throwing him a flirtatious wink that makes him think he should wear this suit more often. 

He pays and makes his way over to the coffee bar to wait. He starts to think about how he might break the news to Diana, but quickly decides to focus on the positive and imagines himself living here, driving into work each day to do something different, maybe even stopping for coffee at this very shop. 

“Latte for Dana,” the barista calls out, sliding a lidded paper cup across the countertop. 

He realizes that the life he’s imagining: his morning routine, his evenings in a one bedroom apartment—ground floor for easy dog walking—don’t include Diana at all. And perhaps that’s because he already knows what her answer will be. 

Just start again. 

He becomes aware of someone standing very near to him, too close to be another patron waiting for their coffee. He looks over to find a very petite woman with red hair and a fair complexion staring at him, an oddly intense expression on her face. She’s quite pretty, but she also looks distraught. 

“Mulder?” she says, her voice husky, and his eyebrows furrow, confused. “Mulder, it’s me,” she says insistently, and it’s clear that she thinks she knows him. 

“Black coffee for Jeff.”

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else,” he says gently, and the way her face falls feels like a punch to the gut. 

“Your name isn’t Mulder?” she asks, her voice growing tight as her eyes well with tears. 

“No, I’m Jeff,” he says, offering his hand reflexively. “Jeff Spender.”

“Oh,” she says, a tiny ghost of a sound, as she places her hand limply in his and allows him to pump it up and down twice. She shakes her head gently, remembering her manners, and then says, “Dana. I’m Dana.”

“I think these are our coffees, Dana,” he says with an attempt at a smile, stepping forward to pick up both cups before handing one to her. 

“Thank you,” she says in a near whisper, wrapping both hands around her cup and staring down at the lid. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, feeling worried for this stranger who is clearly not quite in her right mind. 

She looks up at him, and he’s momentarily taken aback by the icy blue of her eyes. Like ocean water. Like glaciers. Like the sky on a cloudless day. 

“Yes, I’m fine,” she says, much more confidently. 

They both head for the doors of the coffee shop, and he takes two long strides to get ahead of her, holding the door open as she walks through. 

“Thank you,” she murmurs, squinting against the sun. 

They stand awkwardly on the sidewalk, and he has an odd feeling of responsibility for her, like he shouldn’t leave her here in the state that she’s in. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks, searching her face. “Is there someone you can call?”

She clears her throat and looks at the ground. 

“Yes, my husband. But I’m fine, really. I just have a short drive home,” she insists, though not all that convincingly. 

“Are you local?” he asks, continuing to make conversation for reasons he doesn’t understand. “I might be moving here soon, actually. From Philly.”

“No,” she answers blandly. “Ellicott City.”

“Ah,” he says, bobbing his head. 

Awkwardness descends over them, and though he still feels compelled to see to her safe return home, he accepts that this is where his interaction with her will end. 

“It was nice to meet you, Dana. Take care,” he says, and she looks up at him with some mix of alarm and melancholy. 

“You too…Jeff,” she replies, dazed 

He returns to his car, then sits and watches as she stands on the sidewalk for several minutes looking devastated, then finally climbs into a slate gray BMW. For several more minutes her car sits, unmoving, and eventually she pulls out of the lot and drives away. 

He heads back north, arriving home to an empty house, save for Frenchie. He stashes his suit, changes into running shorts and a T-shirt, and they go on an evening run together, burning off her energy and his excitement. He keeps thinking about the woman at the coffee shop, and how disappointed she seemed that he was not whoever she was looking for. He has the urge to help her somehow, to find this Mulder who must bear some resemblance to him. 

When he gets home, he feeds Frenchie and takes his blood pressure medication, then grabs a pen from the junk drawer and scrawls “Mulder” on a post-it note. Maybe he’ll do some internet sleuthing, just as a project. Maybe he’ll find his doppelganger and tell him that Dana in Ellicott City is trying to find him. 

He eats dinner, showers, and is reading in bed when he hears Diana come in through the front door. There is the thunk of her discarding her heels, the opening and closing of cupboards, the tinkle of ice cubes as she makes herself a drink. He considers pretending to be asleep so he won’t have to lie about his day, and is just closing his book when her voice booms up the stairs. 

“Jeff?!” she says in an alarmingly serious tone that has him scrambling out of bed and down the stairs to see what’s wrong. 

“What is it?” he says, his heart racing and his feet fumbling over the steps. 

He arrives in the kitchen to find her holding the post-it note like it’s a pair of unfamiliar panties, and she looks up at him with a horrified expression. 

“What is this?” she asks, turning it so he can see his own handwriting. 

“I think it’s a name?” he answers, confused by her demeanor. 

“Where did you get it?” she asks sharply. 

He steps forward, taking it from her hand. 

“I was at a coffee shop today and this woman came up to me and called me ‘Mulder.’ She thought I was someone else. I was thinking about maybe looking into it,” he says lightly, downplaying the situation and leaving out the detail about what city he was in when the exchange took place. 

“Looking into what?” she asks, her tone still suspicious and hard. 

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, tossing the post-it onto the kitchen counter. “Nothing, I guess. It was just odd. She really seemed sure I was this other person. Forget about it, Diana, it’s not a big deal.”

“What did she look like?” Diana asks, crossing her arms over her chest. 

“Who?”

“The woman in the coffee shop.”

He recognizes the true concern here. She’s taking this as a red flag, a bread crumb. The fact that he is hiding something from her only makes the stakes higher. He could tell her about the job interview, or he could let her think that he’s sneaking around again, meeting up with strange women. He decides to go with another lie. 

“Fifties, brown hair, heavy set,” he says convincingly. “She didn’t look familiar to me at all, which is what made it so weird. But honestly, Diana, it’s nothing. You can just throw that out.” He begins to walk away, showing complete disinterest in the post-it and the name written there. “You coming to bed?” he asks, one foot already on the bottom step. 

“In a bit,” she says flatly. “I need to make a phone call.”

He listens as she walks to the office, Frenchie’s claws clicking across the tile as she follows. When the office door closes, Frenchie whines at having been locked out. He hears the murmur of Diana’s voice as she makes a phone call, the pitch of it increasing and then decreasing sharply over and over. 

He makes his way back into bed, turns off the light, and tries to get tired. He thinks about the job, the potential offer, the eventual move. He wonders if Frank and the guys will drive down to visit. He thinks about the woman, Dana, and whether she got home okay. He wonders where he’ll be one year from now. If he’ll be happy. If he’ll be free. 

Just start again. 

Tagging @today-in-fic

[overgrownlizard0]

i heard you are a great man who tells stories

do you have any to share dear?

I enjoy telling my own stories yes, but I also enjoy telling other peoples stories. There’s nothing better than sitting in a populated area with adventures and hearing them talk about their own quests and experiences across the world, I still hate people don’t get me wrong but it is interesting and a great source of entertainment.

One of my personal favourite stories comes an old firblog in the Mythloid casino around 10 years ago now, I was visiting there with an old friend and when we were down sitting at the bar the door swings open to reveal a disheveled firblog with his lute clutched tightly in his grasp. He takes a seat at the bar and introduces himself as ‘Lark’ quickly the three of us get to talking, as the night carries us and our conversation I take notice of a bright, blue butterfly brooch pinned neatly onto his scarf, this brooch juxtaposed the rest of larks tattered outfit and shined spectacularly under the tavern lights into my eyes, leading me to ask about its origins and why it’s so neat compared to the rest of his appearance. Lark explained to us how it was his mother’s before she handed it down to him many years ago, he told us he wishes to wear it with the same pride his mother did before he smiled at us and started telling the tale of the brooch to us.

Lark was nine years old and living with his sickly mother in a run down hut on the edge of their small village, his mother had warned him for years to stay clear of the woods as they were dangerous and unknown entities would lurk in deep within the heart of the forest; Lark had taken charge of the house due to his mothers worsening condition as she was now bed-bound and unable to care for herself and lark. Around his house outside, when ever he had free time, Lark would watch as small white butterfly’s dance around the twisted trees and amongst the wilted flowers, adding life to a dead scenery. Lark had always hoped to see a blue butterfly like the one his mother had in brooch form and would wait and watch to try and spot one, but he never would see any around those parts, until that day. One day lark was doing his regular butterfly watching when a bright orange flash flys past his eyes, confused Larks eyes dart around the area before his eyes land on a large monarch butterfly fluttering around the trees, he said till this day he doesn’t know what compelled him towards this butterfly but the next thing he knew he was walking towards this beautiful creature; Completely mesmerised and hypnotised into following it, lark described it as being pulled along at the waist by a rope and unable to tear his gaze away from it as it flys away further from him, without realising it lark had now entered the woods and was now chasing this butterfly unknowingly deep in the woods, As the trees began growing closer and closer together their large branches loom over him blocking out the sight of the blazing sun as lark continues on chasing this butterfly until everything comes to an abrupt stop; the tweeting of birds, the whisper of wind, the rustling of trees and bushes, everything stops leaving him in a deafening silence. The only thing that remained in larks sight was this monarch butterfly but as quickly as it arrived, it vanished between a small gap within the trees. Reality began to set in as lark had awoken from his trance and the panic began to set in, its was dark. It was cold. It was quiet. Inaudible whispering around him started up as the dark atmosphere became more heavy and suffocating, rustling from bushes were quiet before growing aggressive, loud and violent making him cower with fear but there was no where to run, no sight of a exit. The whispers now turn to screams down larks ears causing him to cry and shake with the trees feel as though moving forward shortening the distance between the trees unable to help him escape, He should have listened to his mothers words, he shouldn’t have entered the woods and now he suffers the consequence for defying his mothers warnings, this was the end for him. Just as all hope was lost, a blue shimmer emerges slowly through the contorted branches capturing Larks attention and distracting him from the unsettling surrounding, this blue shimmer radiates a familiar comfort and begins to grow closer to him as his eyes widen upon realisation, a blue butterfly; emitting a trustworthy, protective aura. It began to quickly fly away between a large opening in the trees and lark follows swiftly behind trying keeping up with this butterfly, thorns and sharp branches tear and his skin drawing blood but lark but this doesn’t stop him, he continues to run and run and run off into the woods refusing to let the forest take him to drag back into the dark, gloomy nightmare he was just in. There was now light, there was wind and there was birds but more importantly, there was Larks house. He escaped. The blue butterfly circled around lark before handing on him hand for a couple seconds, the both stared at eachother before lark smiled and thanked the butterfly causing it to flutter its majestic patterned wings slightly as a response before flying off into the endless blue sky above lark watching as it grew smaller in the distance ,Disappearing.

Lark explained how after this encounter and returning home he had found that his mother had unfortunately passed on in the time span of him entering and leaving the woods, her body holding onto the blue butterfly brooch. Till this day lark believes that was his mother spirit guiding him out of those woods and has since been wearing her butterfly whilst on adventures, after that incident blue butterfly’s became a regular occurrence for him and would frequently hang around him. He believes she will lead him to safety in his darkest of times and will guide him along his journeys in the form of a blue butterfly.

I still regularly think about that story, where ever lark is now I hope he is well; t’s hard parting with something you hold so dearly to your heart.

Shame what happens to a persons mind after one to many drinks; they start to loose focus of the night, begin making moronic bets and deals, after a few lucky wins their confidence overshadows their logical thinking.

It’s rather interesting , watching someone once so tranquil and gentle loose their persona as they begin to lose every bet they make; Raking up hundreds and thousands in debt against their opponent. You would think if something meant so much to someone they would stick with it no matter what, guarding it with their life and never giving it up too clear their name and the money they owe to a person; though I suppose desperate times call for desperate solutions.

Oh well though, Atleast i got a new story to pass on to people and a brand new item to add to my collection. I understand this was difficult lark, but Atleast you don’t owe me that 350 pieces of gold anymore.

[truly-morgan]

[Kinktober 2022: Exhibitionism & Voyeurism (18+)]

SukuIta | Jujutsu Kaisen No Curse AU + cw: Incest 19-10-2022

Day 19: I̷n̷f̷l̷a̷t̷i̷o̷n | C̷o̷l̷l̷a̷r̷i̷n̷g | [Exhibitionism & Voyeurism]

Sukuna decides to make things more exciting by fucking Yuji on their balcony and despite his whining, he knows Yuji likes it. He also knows a certain neighbour enjoys the show.

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Sukuna has always loved trying to push Yuji’s boundaries, suggesting new things to try even though his brother always seems unsure about it. Turns out, more often than not, he ends up also loving it.

And it was the exact same thing for the new play they were having.

Yuji had been really anxious at the idea of doing some exhibitionism. “Come on, I’m not saying we have to go to a random park and fuck in a bush” Sukuna rolled his eyes, “I saying we could just do it on the balcony”.

Their balcony had a concrete wall with some short metal railing above it, making it impossible to see. To be able to actually catch them, someone would need to be from the building opposed to theirs and from a higher floor.

Or their next-door neighbours.

This had seemingly been enough to make Yuji consider the idea, before accepting it.

The first time Sukuna decided to do it, it was starting to be late in the evening, the sun setting slowly.

It was interesting having his cute twin brother trying to keep a cool and collected face when Sukuna was eating him out and preparing him for more. He could still hear the quiet moan Yuji was trying to keep in.

Then at some point, he pressed himself against his back, nearly trapping him against the wall. Darkness was already settling outside, illuminating nearly only by the lights from inside their apartment.

“For someone who was unsure, you sure seem to enjoy it a lot” Sukuna whispered near his ear, biting down on it a little.

Yuji whining his name was like music to his ears, making him chuckle as he grabbed onto his hips.

Soon his brother’s whining was gone when he felt his cock rubbing against his ass, looking over his shoulder. “Look at you, all needy for your brother’s cock” he laughed lowly as he felt Yuji grind back against him.

“Quite being a jerk and fuck me” Yuji he shot back, trying to keep his voice not too loud.

Then Yuji yelped, the sound of a slap echoing in the quietness of the night. He saw his brother slap a hand over his mouth, looking around anxiously.

“Don’t start being a brat now, you wouldn’t want me to punish you on the balcony now, would you?”. This earned him a glare, although Yuji did shake his head quickly to indicate he didn’t want that.

“Then be a good boy for big brother” he grinned, hand caressing over where he had slapped him.

He decided that he had enough of teasing him, lining himself up with Yuji’s entrance after adding some more lube. Then he sank in, feeling the familiar warmth around him.

He nearly went all in one movement, his brother was already used to him by now and with how often they went at it.

It was pretty fun seeing his twin look around like this, trying to make sure no one was passing by while he was leaning against the railing.

It was already getting a bit late and Sukuna knew that on their rather quiet street, no one would really be out this late. Even from across the streets, a lot of the lights were off or the curtain pulled.

Still, he wasn’t going to complain about it when he could feel Yuji being a bit tense and squeezing him more tightly when a sound surprises him. But honestly, he wanted to see him completely forget where they were as he fucked him. That would be even better.

And so he started moving, keeping a slow and steady rhythm, knowing this wasn’t what Yuji wanted. He knew his brother liked it quick and rough, having him push in deep inside of him. But Sukuna wanted to hear him beg tonight, so he kept a slow rhythm, just to see how long it would take until Yuji would beg him.

And unsurprisingly, it didn’t take too long.

“Sukuna, give me more” Yuji whined quietly, trying to push back against him despite the strong hands on his hips keeping him from moving.

“Can’t hear you brat, you’ll have to be louder” Sukuna grinned, enjoying the way Yuji blushed at the idea of asking more loudly in a place like this.

“I said fuck me properly” he finally said a little bit more loudly. This was enough for him, knowing that otherwise Yuji could also just get pissed and leave him.

So he picked up the pace, suddenly changing from slow and steady to quick and rough. This time he made sure to aim for the bundle of nerves that always pulled pretty noises out of Yuji.

The sound of skin slapping against each other came back, although a little bit less loudly than when he slapped him earlier. It was still probably enough to be found out.

Just as he had thought, Yuji was slowly starting to lose focus on his watch of the street.

He was still biting down on his lips, not leaving any loud moans escape his mouth. He sure whined a lot though.

He ended up leaning over him, nibbling and biting at his exposed neck. “Fuck, you’re so tight around me tonight, admit it, you really like this” he grinned against his ear, kissing the side of his face.

Yuji replied while shaking his head, still acting as if he wasn’t very turned on too. This resulted in Sukuna biting his ear again, chuckling lowly.

“You know what happens when you’re not honest with big brother, I won’t let you cum” he warned.

This seemed to make Yuji decide to think his answer over, looking over his shoulder towards him. Sukuna only gave him a knowing smirk.

They were both very similar in terms of sexual preferences, he knew Yuji had to be loving this despite what he said.

Then he heard Yuji mumble something, although it wasn’t really clear enough for him to get it. “I didn’t get that~” he said, wanting him to repeat himself.

“I said I do like it… when big brother fucks me on the balcony,” Yuji said, hiding against his forearm halfway through his answer.

This made Sukuna chuckle, kissing his neck as a reward, a hand snaking around so it could take hold of Yuji’s erection.

“Good boy, you deserve a little reward for finally being honest with me~”.

He was starting to get closer and he knew Yuji was also likely getting closer to his climax. So he started jerking him with a similar rhythm to his pounding, hand knowing how to touch him the right way.

He was pretty satisfied when he heard some moans escape Yuji, his control slowly slipping away.

Then he felt Yuji get suddenly a lot tighter around him, contracting as he came with a muffled moan. Sukuna wasn’t too far behind, burying himself deep inside Yuji.

They then stayed like this, catching their breath slowly. Sukuna wrapped his arms around his brother, helping him stay upright on his shaky legs, kissing his neck. “That was pretty fun” he whispered, to which Yuji only huffed, not arguing anymore, which did make him chuckle.

Then something caught his attention from the corner of his eye, making him turn. His eye stopped on a balcony from the building across the street, squinting a little bit at it. He was sure he had seen something move over there.

“What’s wrong?” Yuji asked, head leaning back against his shoulder.

“Nothing” Sukuna simply smiled, pulling him backwards with him so they could go back inside, “Let’s go take a bath now~” he simply suggested. Yuji immediately brushed aside his sudden wonder, pulling away from him so he could walk by himself without having Sukuna still in him.

Then they did this kind of play again, just like many other things Sukuna had suggested. But this time, Sukuna was putting his attention a little bit more towards a certain balcony.

And sure enough, they were being watched.

He would have found this person and given them a good warning for coming back all the time, but he recognised who it was. It was that gloomy brat his brother had befriended and who lived in the building across the street.

A gloomy brat that clearly had a little crush on /his/ Yuji.

Although he didn’t mind letting him have a show. Like this, that Fushiguro guy would know who Yuji belongs to.

So he suggested having sex more and more on the balcony, especially since the colder weather wasn’t here yet. He knew very well that from where Megumi was, he could very well see them, Sukuna making sure of it.

Maybe with chances the sound of their body slapping against each other also echoed to him.

He’d even make sure there was enough light for them to be seen better. He was not necessarily one to show off how sexy Yuji could be, but this was alright since it would show who he belonged to. He was sure the young man was having a good time by himself on his lonely balcony watching Yuji getting fucked by his brother.

From the time he’d crossed paths with the brat, he saw the look he was giving him, Sukuna just smirking back at him. He was clearly not pleased by it, but apparently didn’t know what to do about it. Funnily enough, it didn’t stop him from being friends with Yuji.

And of course, Yuji was none the wiser. And it would stay like this, he didn’t want Yuji to be mad at him after all.

“What’re you looking at” Yuji whined once as he was riding him, trying to look back. “I bird was in the tree and I got distracted” Sukuna replied, making Yuji turn back to him to kiss him.

His brother pouted, clearly displeased that he was putting attention on something else than him while they were having sex. “Don’t be mad” Sukuna chuckled, going to kiss and nibble at his neck, eyes drifting to a certain balcony, “I’ll put back all my attention on you” he assured him.

“I just thought it was funny that the bird was watching us”.

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(tsk tsk, bad Suku-nii, you shouldn't hide from Yuji that his best friend is watching him from his balcony while you fuck him silly😏🤭.

This had less voyeurism than first intended, maybe I'll make a follow-up to this one Megumi's being a naughty boy too)

Original - AO3

[edosianorchids901]

It Feels Spooky

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "the last house on the left"

“Oooh, Crowley! Look at that one.”

Crowley glanced up from examining his list of properties for sale. There were a few on this street, all a little wrong so far. “Which one?”

Aziraphale pointed, standing on his tip-toes to see better over the bulky wall of a hedge. “That one. The last house on the left.”

“I think that’s a cottage, technically.” Frowning, Crowley checked his list. “Yeah. You wanna check it out?”

“Well, that is the entire reason I’ve been putting up with your awful driving all day,” Aziraphale said primly. He folded his hands together behind his back and set off down the winding dirt lane.

Crowley kicked at a clump of dirt in the road, sending it skittering past Aziraphale, and followed. Dust blew up in his face, and he coughed. Bloody annoying, these kinds of roads. His Bentley would be eternally caked in dirt if they moved here.

“Oh, oh, isn’t it charming?” Aziraphale paused at a towering metal gate, a break in the hedge fortress, and peered into the yard. “There’s even flowers, dear boy! But the gate’s locked.”

He gave his signature pout, eyes big and pleading for his demon to rescue him.

Rolling his eyes, Crowley stepped up and snapped his fingers irritably at the lock. It surrendered, and he shoved the gate open. “Angels first.”

“Oh, that’s very sweet of you.” Aziraphale beamed at him and slipped into the yard. “Quite gentlemanly.”

“Shut up.” Cramming his hands in his pockets, Crowley followed Aziraphale down the long path. The cottage itself nestled back behind old gnarly oak trees, their leaves starting to rust.

The yard was overgrown, snarled vines obscuring one side of the cottage. A vaguely collapsing porch roof jutted out across a deep red door. A two-person wooden swing dangled down, its chains creaking in the chilly breeze.

Bursts of purple inhabited a tangled web of plants near the porch, flowers that Crowley instantly recognized. He paused, frowning. Okay. That wasn’t exactly a good sign.

Aziraphale paused near the bushes, inspecting them with a curiosity that Crowley also instantly recognized. “Oh, look! Berries!”

“Angel!” As Aziraphale reached for the dark orbs, Crowley swatted his hand down. He tangled his fingers with Aziraphale’s and held on tightly. “Don’t eat that. That’s belladonna.”

“But berries.” Aziraphale pouted again. He usually got what he wanted, but not this time. “What’s belladonna?”

“Deadly nightshade. You really don’t wanna eat that.”

“Oh.” Aziraphale’s shoulders slumped. “But I like berries, Crowley.”

Sighing, Crowley pulled Aziraphale up onto the porch, away from temptation. “I’ll plant some safer berries for you, how’s that?”

“Wonderful!” Aziraphale closed the door behind them, and the place plunged into utter darkness.

Well, not quite utter. Some daylight stabbed in through splits in the window shutters, just enough to cast slashes of light on an row of dusty family photos. Something in a cabinet at the end of the hall was glowing.

“Interesting,” Aziraphale murmured, holding Crowley’s hand tighter. He flicked his other hand. “Let there be light.”

Cold light hovered above them, and shadows scurried into the corners of the hall. Crowley led the way down the narrow chasm, heading for a dark blot in the wall that was hopefully the entry to another room.

“Living room,” he said, peering in. A desk in the corner, piled with yellowed paper and a couple weathered books. A rocking chair by the desk, creaking slightly in an unexplained breeze. Musty old armchairs sat in front of a jarringly modern telly.

“Oh my.” Aziraphale stepped into the room and over to the desk. He picked up one of the moldering old books and cracked it open, then yelped and dropped it.

Crowley caught the book before it could hit the floor. A spider skittered across his hands, frantic at the sudden disturbance.

“Whoops, sorry,” Crowley said to the spider. He let it off on the wall, then tipped his head back. Webs dangled from practically every surface, their intricate lacy patterns glinting in Aziraphale’s miracled light. “Looks like there’s already someone living here. A lot of eight-legged someones.”

“And rats. Just over there, in the corner.” More gingerly this time, Aziraphale took the book back and studied it. “Edgar Allan Poe.”

“Seems appropriate.” Crowley waved to the rat before it vanished back into a hole, then grabbed a remote and flicked on the telly.

It crackled at them, flashes of static, and then went black.

“Well.” Still holding the book, Aziraphale came to stand beside him. He glanced up at Crowley, eyebrow lifted. “This place seems a bit…”

“Spooky?” Crowley asked.

“Mhm.” Aziraphale took his hand and smiled. “What do you think?”

Crowley grinned at him. “It’s perfect. Let’s buy it.”

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 15

McCoy

McCoy walked out of the dorm building, moved away from the door then stopped to look around. He had told Scotty he’d find some of their friends to hang out with. McCoy had also told Scotty to comm him if he needed help moving anything in the room. He pulled it from his pocket and wondered who he should call. After a long moment he shoved it back away.

He turned his face up. The sun was shining, but a cool breeze was blowing. The cadet uniforms might be uncomfortable and make him feel ridiculous looking, but at least they were warm against the chill in the air. He wondered how much cooler it may get during the fall and winter months.

He decided to take a walk. McCoy had gone for many walks on his own before, though only around the palace grounds and forest. Now there was no one to follow him, no security to protect him if a crowd got unruly. A smile spread on his face. Nerves danced in his stomach, but he squared his shoulders and walked.

Scotty had gone over the campus maps with him the evening before and he felt more confident as he walked. His head swiveled to take in everything. He wanted to make Scotty proud and be able to lead him to their shared classes in the morning.

That thought set off another round of nerves. Their first class would be in the morning. McCoy had no idea if he felt ready for it or not. He supposed he would have to be or find a way to at least look like he was.

McCoy crisscrossed the campus, enjoying the time by himself. It was such a new sense of freedom, made all the better that he was just another face in a red uniform. No one he had passed appeared to recognize him as the prince of Georgiares II. Or at least if they did, it wasn’t until after he had passed them.

He turned a corner as he followed the path and was surprised to find himself at a deadend. A semicircle of benches faced a large freestanding wall. McCoy frowned as he moved closer. The wall and benches were surrounded by small flowering bushes.

Across the middle of the wall a carving depicted a starship, surrounded by a field of stars. On either side words were carved in columns.

“Oh!” McCoy’s eyebrows went up as he realized what he was looking at. A memorial to the USS Kelvin. It wasn’t words on either side of the picture, it was the names of the crew who had been killed during its last battle.

“Oh,” McCoy said again, softer. Jim’s father had served on the Kelvin, had gone down with the ship.

McCoy’s eyes scanned the names. George Kirk. He was listed at the top of the right side column. He’d saved most of the crew, his wife and new born son. Jim.

McCoy stood for a few minutes, wondering what it must be like to be Jim. To know his father was a hero, but to never have gotten to meet him. To grow up with his mother gone more often than not and a jerk of an uncle who didn’t care about him.

He turned quietly and headed back up the path. He was interested in getting a better look at the medical buildings. He assumed that was where he would end up spending most of his academy time.

It still gave him a rush to know he was going to become a doctor and not have to be king of a planet. He would be able to help people and save lives.

“Hey!” a voice said as a familiar arm slipped through his.

“Hey Chris,” McCoy said, looking over with a smile.

“Where ya headed?” Christine asked.

“Just out walking.” McCoy gave a small shrug.

“Where’s Scotty?”

Warmth began on McCoy’s face. “Working on a project back in our room.”

“Already?” Christine laughed. “We don’t even start until tomorrow!”

“Yeah, well, it’s not really a school project,” McCoy chuckled nervously.

“Ooo,” Christine grinned. “Then what? You’re blushing!”

“I’m not!” McCoy protested.

“What’s Scotty making?” she asked, giving him a smug look.

“He’s trying to figure out how to keep our beds together,” McCoy mumbled. “They won’t give us a bigger one.”

“Just duct tape them,” Christine said with a laugh.

“Oh yeah Chris, I’m sure Starfleet uses duct tape for everything.” McCoy rolled his eyes.

“I was heading over to medical,” Christine said, rolling her own eyes and changing the subject. “I wanted to look around some more, get familiar. Wanna come?”

“That’s actually where I was going too.”

Part 16

Scotty

"Hey there, a bhràthair. I meant to call ye yesterday, but Leah wanted to take a swim after dinner so I didn't make it. How are ye doing?"

Scotty eyed his brother closely and he could see just how relaxed and happy the younger lad looked. Leah was good for him. Whenever he talked about her, his eyes seemed to sparkle.

"Oh, I'm good, thanks. Len and I have already settled in quite well. I wanted to call ye too today. I take it from yer messages that ye enjoy university life?"

Robbie's eyes began to sparkle even more.

"Aye, it's awesome! My courses are great and I made a few friends already. They are all really friendly and all freshmen."

Scotty smiled softly as his little brother went on about the people he had met and they really all sounded like good people.

"What about ye? I mean, ye didn't have any courses yet I suppose, but did ye already meet the other first years?" Robbie asked once he was done with his own story.

Scotty smiled as he thought about Aporal and Cora.

"Aye, we did. There are quite a lot students and, believe it or not, I already found a rival who thinks he can become the best engineer in the whole fleet."

Robbie chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

"Really now? Well, I'm quite certain that no one can be a better engineer than ye are. Ye're my big brother after all."

Scotty felt the blush on his cheeks and he waved his hand dismissively.

"Ach, stop it, will ye? I'm not that awesome!" He moved his head as if he was musing and then he grinned. "Okay, maybe I am."

Robbie nodded his head in agreement, but it didn't take long for Scotty to let out a deep sigh.

"Still, I have a wee problem to fix and I'm taking far too long to do so."

The younger Scott brother tilted his head in a questioning way.

"Oh, and what would that be?"

Scotty sighed once again, then lifted the PADD up to show his brother the two beds.

"Ah, I see. Now that the two of ye are a married couple ye want and need a bigger bed, huh?"

Scotty nodded and Robbie seemed to think for a moment before his face lit up.

"Oh, I have just the perfect idea!"

And then the two brothers got to work.

When Leonard returned to their room just before lunch, Scotty was done with his project. He wiped some sweat from his forehead and grinned at the huge bed that was standing in the corner of the room.

His husband stared at it in disbelief.

"Wow! Now... that's impressive," he complimented the Scotsman as he wrapped one arm around him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Aye, well, I had a wee bit of help," Scotty said with a grin, shrugging his shoulders. After Robbie had sent him the blueprints that he had designed, Scotty had started to work on it instantly with all the tools he had been given.

"It really looks like a double bed," Leonard said, stepping over to eye it more closely and Scotty chuckled softly.

"And, the best thing," he started, pressing a button on the remote control in his hand, "it can change back into two beds."

Leonard took one step back when the bed started to move and soon enough there were two single beds again.

"Woah!"

Scotty grinned at him.

"Ye know, just in case we decide that we want to sleep separately one night."

Leonard's face mirrored the smile and he stepped back over to his husband and pulled him close.

"Oh, I really doubt that that will ever happen," he whispered and leaned in to press a kiss to Scotty's lips.

The Scotsman grinned and as Leonard stated to lead the way, he pressed another button, knowing fully well that now they needed the big bed.

Lunch could wait for them.

[warcats-cat]

Yuletide Glow

A/N: My very *very* late gift exchange fic for @muppenthings is finally here! I really hope it was worth the wait. Her half of the trade is here; my little Floof AU OC playing with the other Floofs. I treasure it.

For my part, I wrote a little blurb about two of her beloved OC’s, Snuffy the Dragon and his old lady friend Hilda, celebrating Yule. (And I added in a handful of surprises for my fellow long-time Muppen fans.) I did a moderate amount of research, but I’m sure there’s still stuff I got wrong so feel free to leave comments and tell me more about your traditions! Also as always, please shoot me a message/comment if I missed any tags! Anyway, on with the fic!

Alternatively read this on Ao3

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Snuffy felt a firm pat on his nose as he was sniffing at the wooden bowl Hilda had set out. It was a funny shape; oblong, slightly pointed on one end and curved up on the other. It looked like a weird shoe. His ears twitched down slightly at being caught mid-investigation, but Hilda was smiling at him anyway.

"Don't move that. That's your shoe for the Yule Lads." She said gently as she carefully hung a long branch of pine across the top of the window. Snuffy moved and carefully grabbed the branch with his claws, lifting it the extra few centimeters to the hook.

"My what for who?" He rumbled, picking up another branch to hang over the farther window.

"It's an old tradition. You set out a shoe for thirteen nights and if you've been good, the Yule Lads will leave you gifts. And if not, they'll leave something else…" Hilda replied simply. It only left Snuffy more confused.

"Why a shoe? And who're the 'Yule Lads' "

The old woman's smile turned from fond to a touch mischievous, and Snuffy quirked his head.

"They're kind of like elves that like to cause trouble. They're watching to see if children are behaving and doing things like cleaning up after themselves."

"Why do they care, though?" Snuffy's ears perked up, watching as Hilda disappeared back inside the house with a little pine tree in a pot, and reappeared with a very thick oak log, which the dragon carefully took from her as well.

"Well, their mother eats the naughty children." Hilda motioned for Snuffy to put the log down in the little fire pit structure near the cabin, and when he did, she spread some black ashes over the top.

Her explanations weren't making anything clearer for him.

"But why do I have a shoe? I don't wear shoes. And I'm not a hatchling anymore."

Hilda huffed, but her fond smile didn't waver, and she gestured for Snuffy to set his head back down and settle; which he obliged, if for nothing else than to receive a scratching on his nose.

"I thought it would be fun to include you in my Yule celebrations this year, but if you're not interested I can put everything away. The shoe is an old decoration I found in the attic, and it's big enough to plausibly belong to you." She pondered for a bit, and Snuffy rumbled happily at the feeling of her little nails on the soft scales of his snout.

"I didn't say it didn't sound like fun." He replied, after a few minutes of scratching. Hilda perked up and gave him another pat, before going back into the house for another box. "So what do I have to do to be 'good' ?" He asked when she returned.

She chuckled, and began hanging funny looking ornaments on some of the lower trees and bushes. "Oh, you're already good. You'll just have to wait and see if you get any presents."

Looking closer, the ornaments were all simple and covered in seeds and dried berries. Snacks for the other, much smaller wildlife in the area. There were four that were hung very low on the bushes closest to the front door, along with dishes of water that looked to be mixed with honey.

A bundle of fresh daisies from the store in town, catnip, sweet berries, and small strips of dried meat: gifts for the funny spirits that had been wandering around the cabin lately. And sure enough, each ornament had a little scroll with their (assumed) names: Bee, Cat, Raccoon, and Fox.

Snuffy hadn't seen them much this winter. He hoped they were doing well.

They spent most of the afternoon like that; decorating the cabin with the rich greens of pine and holly, placing bundles of mistletoe and colorful candles on a little altar. Hilda finally declared the decorations complete by clipping bells to each of the four corners of the altar cloth.

"There," she said, brushing her hands clean on her skirt.

Watching her, Snuffy rumbled again, "Are you sure the other villagers won't mind me coming tonight?" His ears lowered a touch, betraying his nerves.

Hilda simply flashed her mischievous grin again, "Well, they don't really have a choice. You're my family now, so you're coming. I'm the crazy old lady who lives in the woods. It's not like they can stop me. Unless, of course, you don't want to come?"

He offered her a hesitant smile in response; he couldn't say he wasn't nervous about it. He liked the other people he had met so far, and of course, Hilda would be there the whole time. He'd even been getting more practice at shape-shifting and changing his size.

But all of the times Snuffy had met new people had been only one or two at a time; this would be the whole town. And there was going to be an even bigger Yule log burning in the town square, lots of tables and decorations.

Lots of things to trip over.

Snuffy shook his head, and perked his ears as Hilda finally returned with the last of the evening's necessities: a big pot.

Everyone in town was bringing food tonight; the main event was a big feast in celebration of the gods. Hilda had spent almost all of yesterday cooking something incredibly savory-smelling, and hadn't even let the dragon lick the spoon! 'A surprise,' was all she had said, as she set the kettle aside for the night; the pot stayed warm by the fire and never ceased its temptation of Snuffy's tongue.

Snuffy concentrated hard, closing his eyes. Slowly, he felt magic from the world around him wrap along his body, and he could feel the rushing sensation that came with changing from the size of a house to (roughly) the size of a human.

Even like this, he was well over a foot taller than Hilda, and most of the rest of the town...

He bent just slightly and carefully took the handle from the old woman's grasp, carrying the hefty metal and hearty stew with little effort. Hilda gave him a look, which he knew meant 'I was carrying that just fine'; he responded by raising his eyebrow and one ear, matching her gaze to convey 'I know, but you don't have to carry it when I'm here'.

One of Snuffy's favorite things about living with Hilda was how easily they could communicate without words. So much of dragon language was in face and gesture. It had been an exciting surprise to learn that humans could talk with just their eyes or postures too!

He swished his tail and rolled his shoulders, enjoying the quiet of the forest and the crunch of iced over snow under his feet. Hilda was covered head-to-foot in warm furs and knitted scarves, and her boots made much lighter prints behind them. The silence of their walk was comfortable; friends simply sharing space.

And if the dragon kept his tail loosely circled behind his old friend to catch her if she tripped, that was simply his own secret.

Several minutes of walking finally bled the dark, quiet forest into a warm, glowing town; the edge of the trees gave way to soft flickering torches and candles, and there were ribbons and wreaths and ornaments everywhere.

Snuffy stopped at the tree line, in awe of the sights around him. The center street had been cleared, and the town square held a massive bonfire surrounded by tables and cauldrons. There was more food than Snuffy thought he could eat, even in his massive true dragon form. The whole town had come out to celebrate, people dressed in warm reds and off white, carefully embroidered coats and long twirling cloaks. Several people were wearing wreaths on their heads, decorated with ruby red and sparkling gold flowers.

Hilda must have noticed his pause, and he felt her hand on his back.

"What do you think?" She asked softly.

"It's really beautiful." He replied earnestly.

With a gentle nudge, they began walking again, down into the center of town. The dragon couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious with all the staring, and he felt his ears tilt down slightly without meaning to.

Oh well.

A few townsfolk came to meet the pair, and carefully showed Snuffy where a much smaller fire had been started, to keep the stew warm. As he passed, his nose twitched at the familiar smell of apples and cinnamon, strangely coming from the cauldron next to their own. The girl stirring this cauldron barely looked up as he came over to investigate, and he took a deep breath of the sweet steam coming from the liquid.

"Would you like some?" The girl asked; her voice was unwavering, and she looked back up at him with a cheery smile.

He hesitantly smiled back, moving a little closer. "What is it?" He asked softly in response.

"This is Wassail," the girl replied, giving the pot another stir, "this one is for the kids, but on the other side of the table there's one made with alcohol."

Snuffy tilted his head in question, prompting her to continue, "it's apple cider with honey and a bunch of spices. It's really good for warming up, and it's really sweet."

Well, the dragon didn't have to be asked twice when it came to sweet things made with apples, and his tail swished in excitement as the girl handed him a wooden mug filled with the drink, offering him another smile as she did so.

Snuffy spent a good amount of time just enjoying the smell, remembering Hilda's baking sitting out on the window sill in summer. He turned to comment on the memory, but found the woman no longer at his side. He startled, more than he cared to admit, looking for her, until the girl simply pointed in the direction over his shoulder.

Turning, he saw Hilda standing next to the stew pot they had brought, stirring and adding last-minute spices.

Right. All of the food for the feast was being blessed for the gods, and everyone was putting their best cooking forward to bring a bountiful new year. There had been a ceremony earlier in the day for a sacrifice, a goat being ritually dressed and led through town before being killed in the name of the gods. Part of that offering too was now roasting, being readied for the feast they were about to have.

Not to mention, Hilda had lots of other people she wanted to see tonight, too. Holding the mug protectively, (perhaps tighter than normal,) he wandered back over to her slowly, watching her chat with other older townsfolk. But the second she looked up to see the dragon, her face lit up and she waved him over.

"I see you found the sweets right away," Hilda teased. Snuffy offered a mildly embarrassed smile, and his ears bent down, but he knew she was happy to see him trying something new.

"Did you want one?" He asked, watching the other townsfolk wander away again, over to the tables.

Hilda merely waved him off, "No, no, I'll get something to drink a little later. It's just good to see you enjoying yourself. I really do want you to have fun tonight." She spoke with a warm smile, and he settled himself next to her in the snow, sitting and lightly waving his tail, watching the town.

It was a peaceful night; the sky almost on fire with glowing stars. The dancing bonfire lights reflected against the snow and ornaments, bouncing around the town merrily. There were some more children a little ways off, having a snowball fight.

Someone dropped something itchy over his ears.

His head darted around, moving much faster than he would have intended, to see the girl from the Wassail cauldron standing next to him with her hands out but empty.

Her face was red with embarrassment, but thankfully, she didn't look scared.

"Sorry," she stammered, "I thought you might want something festive to wear too…"

Snuffy's face tilted again, and he reached up to lift the thing from his head - it was a wreath, like he had seen some of the others wearing. Carefully braided branches of holly and pine, tied with the same red and gold flowers, which turned out to be made of fabric.

He smiled back at the girl again, carefully placing the wreath back on and balancing it between his ears.

It fit perfectly.

"You just surprised me a little," he admitted with a shrug. "I'm not usually so easy to sneak up on."

The girl beamed, swinging her arms slightly, which waved the bottom hem of her long red dress. "Good then. I hope you have fun tonight! I'm really excited for fruitcake!"

His ears twitched up again in excitement, and Hilda gave him a light clap on the back, "cake is for after dinner."

Snuffy responded to her quip by sticking out his tongue playfully.

He trailed along behind Hilda for the most part; there were, of course, lots of wintery things to taste and smell, and a handful of people exchanging gifts and other displays of affection. At one point, Snuffy shyly asked Hilda if they could get one of the little knitted bears on display, so he could give it to the Wassail girl as a thank-you.

The dragon spent a long time just staring up into the night, marveling at the dancing colors that the town was dressed in. There were little lights of every color spilling over windows and along houses, twinkling and chasing each other like snow-pixies in the night.

As he wandered behind Hilda, the warm smells of roasted meat and hearty spices filled the air. All around, offerings were left on little altars or hung on evergreen trees. Candles flickered as some humans knelt to pray.

At one point, they came up to a small group of people before the fire, singing merrily. Though he didn't know the words, Snuffy's tail began to sway lightly to the melody.  He closed his eyes and let everything wash over him, then.

The night was crisp and cold, but the glow of the little town felt warm against Snuffy’s soul. This would be nice, after all.

The little town had welcomed the dragon with open arms.

With Hilda’s hand on his back, Snuffy took a seat at the long table, and took a deep sip of his Wassail, smiling.

[ceresoktavia]

Humming along to the songs on radio, Rhys smiled like a dork while getting himself ready for his date. Much to Vaughn’s annoyance.

“Man … you’re insufferable when you’re having a crush.”

“How many more times?” Rhys dragged his cybernetic hand across his face. “It’s not a crush. I really love her.”

“Uhuh … keep telling that to yourself. She’s …”

“Handsome Jack’s personal tattoo artist and from Pandora. Your record is hanging.”

Shaking his head while also shrugging, Vaughn wandered off into the kitchen part of their shared apartment. He had been trying to convince his best friend for weeks now, and it more and more felt like a blank wall would be more responsive.

Only a fool would trust someone the big boss had hand selected, especially a pandoran. That was just common sense. If you wanted to make in on Helios, you stayed clear of the crazy.

And Rhys right now seemed to seek the crazy. Vaughn mused about that still being the effect of the meds they had given the big goof after losing his arm and eye. The stuff was hard enough to knock out Bullimong.

“I swear she will drop you sooner or later, so why don’t you spare yourself the time and just … I dunno … not date her?”

Rhys appeared in the door, still only half done dressing up, and pouting like a little kid. “Vaughn I … wait a sec …” The taller man turned his cybernetic hand and a holographic screen appeared, yet it read ‘Audio only’. “Hey Serentiy! I was just getting ready to meet you.”

To Vaughn’s rolling eyes, Rhys answered with a silently formed ‘Fuck off’.

“Hey … Rhys I’m sorry I … I need to cancel today.”

“What? Why?”

“I …” The one on the other end of the phone sighed. “Really shitty day, you know? Sorry … I … I’ll call you about another day.”

Serenity hung up and Vaughn tried to hide his grin behind a grimace. “Told you man.”

Rhys on the other hand stared into empty space, then shook his head. “There’s something wrong.”

“Just accept it, you just got ditched.” Vaughn tried to pat Rhys on his back, but the latter had already turned and grabbed his boots. “What are you doing?”

“Going to see her?” The taller man tried to get into one boot, struggling a bit. “You heard her voice. She never has problems finding words, or beats around the bush.”

“Maybe, and just hear me out, she’s having trouble telling you she’s not interested? I mean … you guys would be having your fourth date today? And you haven’t made any moves yet? Or maybe she’s just done playing with you and tries to manipulate you? I mean, she’s from Pandora after all.”

“Or something shitty happened. She told me her schedule for today was Handsome Jack only …”

“You’re desperately trying to not see the truth man.”

“Says the guy not liking her.” Grunting Rhys managed to finally get into his boot. “How about you do what you keep telling me and see what’s really going on?”

“Wow …” Vaughn pushed up his glasses and rubbed his palms over his eyes. “ … that girl really messed with your head there.” Just as he got his vision back, he saw Rhys vanish out of the front door. “Rhys? Come on, you’re just making a fool out of yourself. Rhys?? RHYS???”

[penhive]

Assorted

Fiction

Jesus and the collective unconscious

The collective unconscious is a term that was introduced by Jung the psychiatrist. In it, certain symbols, certain characters are retained in an area of consciousness called the collective unconscious. I am not sure whether the elements of collective unconscious are genetically transferred. Now what is Jesus in the collective unconscious? The cross and the blood shed by Jesus on the cross have becomes archetypal symbols and they have a consciousness which is merged in the collective reservoir of thought. So also is the idea of the trinity which is three in presence and one in essence and that is also a part of the collective unconscious.

Dialogue of Jesus with the Samaritan Woman

Jesus encountered the Samaritan woman at a well and he asked her to give him water to drink. A look of caution came on the face of the Samaritan woman and she said Jew don’t drink water from the Samaritan woman as it’s a taboo. Then Jesus told her: if you drink from me, you will never thirst again. An interesting element of the conversation of Jesus is: he is democratizing spirituality freeing it from the traditional orthodoxy of Jewish religion and he is paving way for heterodoxy of being committed to offer a life that is fulfilling and enriching in this world and the next. Jesus has committed an iconoclasm of Jewish texts and religion.

Dialogue of the Body

I was recently having a virtual conversation with my girlfriend residing in Thailand. I asked her to share her photos wearing a bikini and she did. Then I realized that I was having a conversation with my own body and my body became a machine erotic, sensual, passionate, and voyeuristic and I wanted to tongue all her bodily orifices in love. The conversation of the body is erotic, passionate, surreal, sensual, carnal and tender as the poetry of feelings.

Portrait Prose

Portrait Prose is a literary term developed by me and it draws its source from still-life painting. In it objects are given a description of that is called as figurative painting.

Motion of an Ant

The ant is moving on the wall, a motion resembling that of a paintbrush. Its motion is a sliding of poems. There now it is moving an up and down motion drawing a cross on the wall.

Flight of a Bird

A white poem is taking off …its wings are dancing in the mania of an epiphany…its flight is a tinsel delight of thought…it is making love to the earth.

Epiphany of a butterfly

Slender wings are waltz in flight…there now it is zigzagging as poetic jazz…it is drawing a picture in its flight in air…its flight is a musical song, a poem of love.

Epiphany of a dragonfly

You muse of the earth… you moving duet of an aesthetic sculpture…you frenzy tourbillion… you poetic charisma…you poem of fancy…you epic airy incarnation...you song of meditation…you are a lighted candle.

Idioms

Job’s friends

Job is an Old Testament character who was granted permission by God to the Devil to afflict him and take away all his possessions. When Job was lamenting, his friends were there and they did not comfort him.

Job’s friend as an idiom means fake friends.

In my life I have come across many who are like Job’s friends.

Test of Job

The Old Testament Job was given over to Satan by God to afflict him and to destroy all possessions. Yet Job remained faithful and after the test God gave him double portion of his inheritance.

Test of Job as an idiom means God intervening after adversity and restoring all what is lost in a double portion.

I would like experience the test of Job in my life.

Limitless Reality

Limitless reality as an idiom stands for keeping a wish manifestation journal.

I have the habit of keeping a limitless reality.

Burning Bush

God spoke to Prophet Moses in a burning bush.

Burning bush as an idiom stands for one’s own inner voice or intuition.

The burning bush is part of human personality and consciousness.

Smear blood on the Door

When the Israelites were in captivity in Egypt, God had a plan to make an exodus for them. And God wanted to afflict the pharaoh and asked the Israelites to smear lamb’s blood on their door so that they will not be harmed.

Smear blood on the door as an idiom means divine protection of God.

I always invoke smearing the blood on my door.

[waltergmeyer-blog]

And still more of Yellowstone

Back to Yellowstone and the bears.

          I don’t know why I was so excited to see bears. I had seen them up very close in Sequoia. And once at Mammoth Ski Resort in California, when we came out to the car, there was a bear blocking the entrance to my door. My friend had to get in and back the car out a safe distance from the bear for me to get in.

         Bison should not have excited me at all. What was reputed to at one time have been the largest heard of bison east of the Mississippi was in my hometown. I saw them a lot. Dozens of them in a pen that wasn’t really bit enough for that many massive beasts. And I had seen wolves at the wolf sanctuary in Julian, California. I had seen elk in northern California. I had seen fox when the exterminator accidentally trapped two in my backyard. He was going after the raccoons that were being a menace. I insisted he release the foxes in the yard—my neighbors had seen that pair of foxes with some kits and I didn’t want to orphan their young family.

         But there was something about seeing bears and bison in Yellowstone that made it special. Maybe it was that Zach’s excitement had rubbed off on me. He had not seen any of those animals. And the joy of the crowd and being so close to the wildlife was contagious as well.

         The momma bear and the other cub started moving laterally along the hillside. I used my binoculars to scan where another crowd of people had assembled a couple hundred yards farther along. I found Zach in that crowd and decided to move over, not only to let him know where I was, but I reasoned I would also have a better angle on the bears from closer to where he was.

         The momma bear was moving that direction and I could see her through the bushes. Zach was about 30 feet beyond me. I couldn’t get closer to him without risking slipping down the hill toward the bears, or blocking the view of the many other people assembled to observe the ursine family. Zach said he had a good view of the mother bear, so I handed him my camera with the telephoto attached and he was able to get some shots of her, including her green plastic ear tag while I watched her, as much as I could see of her, through the binoculars. Even though my view was mainly obscured through the bushes, there was something thrilling about seeing something so large and at once threatening and majestic at such close range.

         After a few minutes, the mother bear went behind some foliage where no clear view was possible, and although we could see movement that might have been the cubs moving toward their mom, we couldn’t really see them either. I was concerned about how bad the car was blocking traffic, and it wasn’t apparent that we’d ever see the bears again so we decided to move on. There was so much to see and Yellowstone is so large, it was hard to know where to focus the limited time we had.

         At another point, we saw a much smaller group of people watching something and we stopped. It turned out there were a couple of wolves. They were across a field and a small stand of water, and it took a lot of explaining from the assembled spectators to be able to find them. As far away as the wolves were, it was exciting to see them knowing they had once been eradicated in the park and now were thriving there.

         At first elk were exciting, but soon, like the bison sightings, unless they were doing something particularly interesting, we’d seen enough of them to drive on by. One exception when we saw a group of people lining the edge of the road, all with cameras out, many with tripods or monopods and long lens. An elk was feeding in a field. That would not have been that thrilling to us at this point, but it was the backdrop that made that stop worth it.

         Beyond the elk was water and beyond that a mountain, offering a perfect picture—if the elk pulled its head up out of the grass and showed off its huge rack. When it did, the camera shutters were nonstop as we all tried for a shot of the beautiful animal posing as though for an insurance commercial. Zach realized his phone was not going to get a very good photo at this distance, so he just chose to enjoy the moment and let me shoot away with my telephoto. I did get some good shots.

         The other time we found the elk particularly interesting was the few we saw at Mammoth Hot Springs. There was a male and two females right near where the crowds assembled to observe and photograph the springs. This part of the springs was interesting because we were basically watching rocks form in real time as the bubbling mass hardened as it churned out of the ground.

         The three elk sat by a pillar of rock. The rock itself was interesting. Why didn’t it erode as everything around it had? The ground around the elk was steaming and devoid of life, so clearly was hot and who knows what sort of chemicals were leaching out of the soil. But with so much of the park in which to hang out, we had to wonder why the elk chose this toxic spot so close to people.

         (See the last couple of days for the photos to accompany this plog, a continuation of the bears and elk and bison, oh my!)

[bratdesire]

Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine​ for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house. 

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you. 

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is. 

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be. 

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she? 

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you. 

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.” 

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.” 

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?” 

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible. 

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.” 

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

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Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him. 

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease. 

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face. 

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair. 

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair. 

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other. 

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric. 

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans. 

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

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It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks. 

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need. 

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game. 

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce. 

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his. 

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him. 

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond. 

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue. 

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.” 

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room. 

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin. 

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make. 

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you. 

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices. 

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see. 

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy. 

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples. 

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching. 

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore. 

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”  

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end? 

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more. 

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse. 

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck. 

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

[aetheternity]

So sweet, just for me

Synopsis: Just some stories where reader takes care of Virgin! Armin.

Disclaimer: Unprotected sex, blowjobs, Sub Armin and sexually experienced Y/N are all present in this. Minors exit now.

☆☆Just Summer Things☆☆

Sweat coursed down the expanse of every inch of your body. Or maybe it was water you weren't really sure. A set of carefully trimmed nails shivered and shook beside your head, digging into the grimy tree bark. Locks of sun kissed blonde hair stuck to parts of your neck, face and collarbone as you coaxed Armin's breathing down. Forehead resting uncomfortably against the bark and your ass firmly seated against his hips.

"How do you feel sweet boy?"

"I-I.." He panted, pulling his face back a little. Blue doe eyes full of lust and the sweet shine of tears.

His cock currently pressed delicately against your g-spot during what started out as a normal water balloon fight. Between the boys and the girls of course. You guys had all come out during late afternoon, Sasha and Connie started tossing water balloons and teams formed accordingly.

At some point you'd run off to what you thought was a safe zone only to find Armin perched in the bushes. Contemplation etched into his soft features.

"Move slowly ok." You encourage. You were surprised by how big he was sure but the warning was more so this could last for a while.

He nodded where you were still holding the back of his head. His nails cautiously unlatching from the tree moving instead to sink into the fat of your hips while at the same time his once snugly nestled cock began to move. The sweet drag forcing your toes to curl and your eyes to shut. A small exhale cresting off your lips.

A breathy moan fell from his trembling lips as he pulls you in closer. Wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing around you like a lifeline.

You'd met Armin only two years ago through Jean and continued to crush on him for the entirety of those two years. Until today when he'd admitted to you that he was a little ashamed of being a virgin while consistently having to listen to Eren, Connie and Jean's conquests.

You told him they were probably lying about at least half of those stories but it only got you a small smile. So you decided to do him one better and offer to take his virginity.

It wasn't selfish. It was a win win. He would receive a conquest story to tell and you would get what you'd been craving since you'd first seen him in Jean's apartment shirtless and trying to help fix the messed up drain.

"Feels good?" You chuckle huskily

"Oh my God.." He huffs into your skin. 

His hips worked themselves up a little faster. A slightly clumsy pace forming but he was new at this so you weren't mad.

"Armin slow down baby, I don't want you to get ahead of yourself."

"I-i'm sorry.. j-ust feels amazing.."

One of his hands hesitantly snaked up your shirt. Skittish in the way he palmed at your breast. Though he quickly eased up when you replied to the affection with a little mewl.  

It felt surprisingly amazing for you as well. Considering the situation and the fact that Armin had never done this with anyone. This really was his first time.. What a weird thing to tell people. My first time was at a water balloon fight against a tree.

You hummed when the pleasure started to sit in your stomach. Legs trembling a bit as he pumped inside you a little faster. Any other time you would've just thrown your head back and relaxed, especially since his dick was so perfectly filling right now but-

"Armin, slow down." Your breathing was a little raspy.

He replied with a whimpery moan, thighs shaking against your sides. You reached an arm around grabbing his hips with your hand to slow them. It seemed to catch his attention because those soft doe eyes were wide.

"You'll get to cum baby I promise you, ease up a bit it's not a race." He nodded in affirmation and you smiled warmly.

Silk strands warm under your guided fingers as he pulled all the way out and slowly eased back in. A collective united moan exiting both your mouths. You'd shut your eyes but they worked themselves back open at the almost unnoticeable twitch of his cock head.

Your favorite part.

"Mm baby so close.." You whisper, your lip coming to tuck itself under your teeth.

A small chorus of yes's and little gasps fall from his open mouth. His skin somehow easing out of tomato red and into surface of the sun red.

You pull him close making sure his eyes were open. "I need you to cum for me ok? But make sure no one hears you." You say, and fuck is it gorgeous watching him come undone. Just like you'd imagined so many times before.

The tears once welling in his eyes spilled over like a faucet. Choked moans and harsh gasps worked their way off his lips. One of his hands flew back up to the tree where his nails soon dug the bark clean off. His hips stuttering through his entire orgasm. You were almost worried when his climax ended. The way he went silent except for his wild breathing.

"Armin?"

"Fuck.." He sighed

You couldn't help but giggle. "How was your first time?"

He gasps and rolls his eyes still stuck in euphoria. When he pulls out you take the opportunity to turn around. Working your panties up over your hips and pulling your fluttery skirt back down.

"Please, please let me do that again sometime.." He huffs finally managing words. You bring his lips to yours in a chaste kiss that honestly doesn't last long enough for you.

"Only if you promise to stay my good boy." You reply pulling his shorts up till they rest comfortably on his hips.

"I promise." He remarks, almost too eager. "Oh! Wait you didn't get to c-"

"Hey, where did you guys go?" Armin practically separates from his skin as Connie and Jean round the corner. Water guns tucked in their grasp.

"When did you guys get those?" You asked nonchalantly.

Jean shrugged, "We made the game more interesting."

Connie shook his head running back around the corner as Sasha's battle cry sounded.

"Hurry and get back we need you out there Armin." And with that Jean was gone too.

You picked up Armin's discarded water balloon, placing it in his open palm. "See you out there, lover boy."

☆☆Showing Armin how to do Yoga☆☆

"Why's Armin coming over here so early again?" Sasha asked rolling over onto her side. The bag of cotton candy once perched on her thighs flopping over and nearly spilling its contents.

"To do Yoga!" You replied with a laugh sitting the bag upright next to her.

She groaned dramatically. "But it's six thirty am on a Saturday."

"No one told you to get up with me." You remark, pushing the coffee table to the edge of the room.

She holds her once displaced bag up for you to see. "It was calling out to me." She sighs, hugging it to her chest.

A knock on the door takes your concentration. As you pull it open you call back to her, "Well since you're up, you might as well join us."

"Nope!" She quickly scurries away with a wave of her hand. Cotton candy stuffed under her arm.

You shut the door behind Armin as he stares down the hall that Sasha had disappeared down. Your grin is bright almost devilish as it slowly spreads across your face.

"Seems like it's just the two of us." You mutter, loud enough for him to hear.

You watch as he thickly gulps with a nod. Bite able Adam's apple bouncing but you pretend you don't notice. Your mat is already laid out on the floor but you can't stop yourself from bending over to smooth out the corners. Barely paying attention to Armin until you hear a small cough or maybe him choking it's not very clear.

He's holding his mat in his arms defensively across his chest. Silk strands of blond hair fluttering when he blinks. His cheeks a beautifully vibrant pink.

"I-I wanted to th-thank you.." He says, blue eyes trained where they stared at your mat. "For.. the- um.." He gestures and you can't help but giggle.

"The sex?"

Now his eyes find you. Blown wide as his pink lips part over a word that never succeeds in leaving his mouth. Your feet pat over the floor as you close the distance between the two of you. His cheeks warm under your delicate grasp and you hold his face almost as though you're sure he'll shatter.

"You're so cute, please never change."

You're almost scared it sounds condescending but the soft rosy color trudging up to the tips of Armin's ears says he doesn't agree.

You turn back to your mat with a smile but just before you sit on it you add, "And you never have to thank me for sex, I'd do it with you anytime."

He nods once as if responding to you and then twice as if he's confirming that you did indeed say what he heard. The soft plap of his mat on the floor reminding you of what you were both here for.

"Ok, let's begin then." You take a deep breath, adjusting the scrunchie holding your hair in place. "First we wanna stretch alright, so I just need you to reach up above your head with both hands and reposition your feet."

You demonstrate using yourself and Armin awkwardly copies. Slender fingers curling towards the sky as he slowly relaxes his shoulders. You can't help but let your mind wander a little as a glint of light flickers off the steel rings decorating three of his gorgeous digits.

You had fingered yourself last time the two of you were together and now you were craving him. Wondering what the warmth of just one of those inside you would feel like.

"Spread your legs more." You encourage, meanwhile it nearly has Armin doubling back. "Dirty boy." You tease

You stand in front of him gently kicking his legs apart. Easy enough. And he responds to every bit of your touch like he craved you too.

And well you wanna tell yourself that you had actually had completely innocent intentions when you'd invited Armin over here today. He genuinely had never done Yoga before and you knew Sasha was gonna be here. So yeah, you'd love to say you wanted nothing but to relax Armin in this encounter.

But you couldn't even keep a straight face while thinking it.

"Can you bend your knees a little?" He squats, carefully coming back up. Arms reaching out on both sides as you coaxed him. "A little lower sweetie." You say as his ass hovers inches over the mat.

And oh to be the mat.

You step back until you're completely back on your mat. "I'm sure your arms are tired, you can put them down now." You wave him off and he lets out a smooth exhale. "Feel relaxed yet?"

"A little." He replies with a confident smile.

"Then you're ready for the next part." You clap "I need you to bend over and touch your toes alright."

He shuts his eyes, pretty lips parting over your choice of words. What you wouldn’t give right at this second to be a mind reader. His back arches, ankles locking together as you demonstrated. "Good, good boy. Back straight." You sink your thumb into his black athletic shirt to touch his spine. And he hardens with your touch. "Don't be shy, it's just me." You mutter, breath heavy.

Fuck! Touching his back muscles this up close and personal made you wanna sink your nails into them. Leave lines up and down his soft supple skin as a mark that you'd always be his first. No one else would ever get that privilege. 

"I-I.."

Shit.

"Ok, you can stand."

You pretend not to notice the way he shifts his sweats as he stands. This time you vow to actually stay on your mat.

"You should know this position." Your legs spread on one end of the mat while your hands came down to lay flat near the opposite end. "Try it."

Carefully he gets into the position you're currently doing but not without peaking at your figure. His blond hair dipping towards the mat and you can't help but smile at how cute he looks.

"Now we're gonna slowly curve our bodies down until our pelvis touches the floor." You say, head curving up toward the ceiling. For once Armin has immediate trouble, hips dangling weirdly over the ground. His arms trying and failing to steady himself.

"What's the matter? Wanna try a different position?"

"N-no it's nothing.."

You plop down on your mat, crossing your legs and gesturing for him to do the same and even without his reluctance you already know what's wrong. He slowly but surely rotates his hips, spreading his legs. His hardened dick print on full display.

You don't even try to hide the slow slither of your tongue wetting your lips. You quickly turn your head before crawling your way over to a very very flushed Armin. Sweat glistening perfectly over his pale skin.

"W-wait Sasha!" He panics, his arms flailing a bit as he backs up slightly.

"Shh it's ok, she definitely fell back asleep the second she went back in her room." You reply crawling towards him again.

"But you know I c-can't keep q-uiet. Wh-what if she h-hears!"

Your hands inched past his now loosened sweats to gently squeeze his hardened cock through his boxers. Both his hands flew to his mouth giving you a new gorgeous view of those pretty rings.

His eyes roll unfocused with every sweet glide of your hand. Tears already starting to brim along the edges of his warm eyes.

“Do you always wear those rings for physical activities or is it just for me?” 

“I-I just forgot to take them off..” 

“Did you?” You can tell your smile is shitty. Just from the way his eyes dart away from yours "You've never been blown either have you?" You ask getting back on topic.

"N-no." It's a muffled response but it hits your ears loud and clear.

"Another story for the growing journal then." You tease

You honestly can't help yourself. Lips curving and confining his tip like a vise. Precum salty where it stains your tongue. His gasp bouncing off the wall so elegantly. So fucking perfect. But even though Sasha is a heavy sleeper you were still worried she'd wake up before you finished.

So as much as you wanted to tease.

"Can I pull these down baby? I know your dick wants some relief."

He complies, oddly quickly. And you pull his sweats and boxers down just enough to hug the tops of his thighs. 

And his dick is gorgeous. You hadn't actually seen it before but fuck was it pretty, standing tall and leaking before you.

You inch forward spit dribbling from your lips to be collected in the hand that was working his slender shaft. It had Armin's hips bucking up to greet you. His sweet whines egging you on.

And slowly but surely.... "Oh my fucking god."

It was an adjustment. Not as smooth as you would've liked because of the weird angle but you'd taken a little more than half of his dick in your mouth. A mildly painful fit made up for by the angelic cries of Armin just above you.

"Pl-please.. oh God please.."

He couldn't tell what he wanted to hold, hands shifting to the top of your head, the floor and his rolled up sweats all in less than a minute. You swore you could hear his heartbeat through his chest every time you swallowed his cock again.

You wanted to speed ahead so bad, see him just as flustered as he had been last week when he had his cock buried deep inside your pussy but it was obvious he wasn't going to last long either way.

Disorganized syllables flooding off his lips with the occasional whimper of "thank you" and "yes". His throat heavy with every curse word he knew stuck in it. Breaths quick and uneven as you coaxed him down your throat. Vibrations coursing past your lips to meet his already sensitive sex.

"I-i'm.. gonna cum.. mmm soooo close! Gonna cum!"

His choked breaths fell over your forehead and in the next second he was emptying every bit of his stress into your mouth. Eyes clouded like Armin wasn't even in there anymore. And you drained him of every drop, reaching between his legs to squeeze his balls.

When you pulled off of him he let out a deep exhale. Body still shaking as he looked at you.

"Thank you so much." He grinned hazily

"God, I wanna be as many of your firsts as possible." You breathe out a laugh.

☆☆The one where Eren walks in☆☆

It wasn't often you came back to the same guy. Every now and then you had one night stands and that's all it ended up being. You'd always been fine with that.

But Armin made you stay. His shaky fingers, nervous tongue and tear stained cheeks so oddly addictive. Intoxicating in how innocent he stayed despite having two sexual encounters with you.

And now here you both were having your third in his bed. Bodies melded together in the heat of both your sweat. Eyes fixated on only each other as his head tilted up like a hungry baby bird to pull you back in every time you fled.

And you indulged him as much as possible because fuck he was the cutest thing. Your hands gliding over his back and up to his shoulders to pull him impossibly closer. Spine curving deliciously when he grazed over your g-spot.

"Armin.. there." You breathed

Your free hand slid between your bodies making space for those slender fingers to work over your clit.

"Flick it." You encouraged, he immediately did as he was told earning a moan of approval.

"Good boy." You hum, lip trembling where it curves under your teeth.

The once soft pink of his face deepened with the compliment. A little smile decorating his gorgeous features. Just another thing to add to your growing folder of mental images.

"There honey.. keep going." You cooed over the little whimper fluttering off his lips as you hugged his cock. "You remember that spot right? The one that you hit when we were outside?"

"Yeah.. I think it was.." His hips remained delicate as he slid right into place. One leg up as he slotted his cock inside you. Heat pooled in the lowest depths of your stomach with the hesitant prodding of his tip to your g-spot. Eyes curving up to yours for further instruction.

"Mmhm that's it.. hit it a little harder ok."

It was all sorts of clumsy but he rammed your g-spot full force. An apology made its way to his throat but eye contact and the choked gasp that left your mouth soon proved it wasn't needed. You spread your legs a little further for him and he grabbed your waist smoothly working your hips over his dick.

"You're doing so well." You giggled taking a hold of his face. "And you're holding out much longer this time."

"Y-yeah but I'm almost there.." He sighed, fingers working at your clit a little faster. Right in time with the faster tempo of his hips.

"Fuck, you feel soooo good." He drawls

His lips parted, eyes flying north. You hugged him a little tighter as his chest pushed you up and down with each thrust. The once gentle drag of your nails now much rougher. As you let it slip just how much you were enjoying this.

Let your mouth fall open for the words circling your brain. Stomach heavy as Armin fucked you with intention. You brushed beads of sweat back from his face. His hair going up with it, clumping together atop his head.

"Mm gonna cum.." He moaned, head lolling with the intensity of his full body tremor.

"Hey Armin-"

"Eren!" Armin nearly shot up as Eren pushed the door open with zero warning.

Armin's free hand stayed on your clit completely stagnant. Tip twitching inside you, he didn't even have time to cover his mouth. Moans and whimpers pouring out from his still parted lips. Every bit of your fifteen minute effort now seen and heard by Eren who stood in the doorway with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey Eren.." You greeted, pulling your hand away from your upturned lips. Meanwhile Armin's face is buried deep in your shoulder blade. Where you already assumed he'd be staying for the next hour.

"Uh huh.." Eren replied, slamming the door shut. "Mikasa, he's busy let's go!" You heard him call as his boots clicked down the hall.

You don’t say a word till you hear the front door open and close, “You ok?” 

“Any chance Eren didn’t hear that?..” He whispered 

“Not in hell or on Earth love.” 

‘Then no..” 

[navalcriminalimagines]

Hi!! It's me AGAIN! 😝 May I request "OH, you're jealous!" with Gibbs? I love jealous Gibbs so much!! 🤭👀❤️

I love writing jealous!Gibbs!! Thank you for your request! This took an unexpected turn, I hope you'll like it! 👀❤️

Warnings: smut, dom!Gibbs, blowjob

Tags: @hotch-meeeeeuppppp

Oh, you're jealous

You met Leroy Jethro Gibbs a couple of years ago. You had just started as an FBI Agent, and you were Tobias Fornell's partner. The case with NCIS was your first interagencies encounter, and not on your life would you have thought about meeting the most amazing man.

But you did and you spent the next year hoping something would happen with him. Every time you heard about NCIS through a case, you made sure to be involved. It's only after Diane's wedding with Victor that things finally took the turn you were waiting for.

Tobias had a hard time seeing his ex-wife and mother of his daughter getting married again, especially after he learnt that she had cheated on him with that Victor. After the wedding, you invited him for drinks but he told you he already planned on getting at Gibbs's house and he told you to join.

You did, and by the end of the night, Gibbs and you were making out in his basement while Tobias had passed out upstairs on the couch.

That was a year ago and since then, your relationship with Gibbs has been amazing. Unfortunately, you don't see each other as much as you'd liked to. You're both committed to your jobs and you knew about your boyfriend's past. You don't want to pressure him into anything, it may scare him away.

There are actually good sides of not seeing each other much; when you and Gibbs manage to get together, you just enjoy one another's company and there are no fights. What would you two argue about anyway?

You can't say you and him are clearly dating, since you never used that word and actually, you never talked about what the relationship is and where it's going. Eventually, you'll have the talk, but not for now. You don't want to ruin it by asking it to be serious or planning a future.

Finally, a new joined case came in. Gibbs called Tobias and quickly, you two were driving to the NCIS headquarters.

Of course, Gibbs's team doesn't know anything about whatever is going on between you two. To be fair, Tobias was suspicious, but you - or Gibbs - never told him anything.

When you arrive in the bullpen, you can see Tony DiNozzo's face lighten up. He greets you with a huge smile, clearly avoiding Tobias. "Y/N, it's nice to see you again! This case just became very interesting," he winks at you and you chuckle. Tony has been very flirty with you for the beginning, and if you hadn't had a crush on Gibbs at the very first second, you probably would've hooked up with the Very Special Agent.

"Nice to see you too, Tony. I like working with you, guys," you smile and your eyes finally settle on your 'boyfriend', sitting at his desk, already talking with Tobias. He doesn't greet you at all, instead he just asks his team to do a sit-rep.

As you're staring at the screen and listening to McGee, you can feel Tony's body on your left and Gibbs's on your right. Gibbs's fingers are gently brushing yours and you can feel shivers running down your spin.

"You cold, Y/N?" Tony whispers in your ear. "Want my sweater?" he offers and before he knows it, a hand slaps the back of his head. "I'm just being nice, boss," he complains. Boss doesn't answer.

Tim finishes the sit-rep, and orders are given. Of course, Gibbs asks you to be with him and the two of you are on your way down to Autopsy. As soon as the elevator's doors close, Gibbs's mouth is all over you.

"Hey," he finally greets you.

"Took you long enough," you say between two kisses. He smiles against your mouth, ready to kiss you one more time but the ride is over and the doors open.

After that stop in Autopsy, Ziva tells Gibbs that the BOLO they sent gave results and they need to get going. He tells her to go with Fornell. As you need to check a few things in the FBI database, you settle at an empty desk with your laptop and get into work.

Quickly, you notice someone putting a coffee next to you, "Latte, two sugars, am I right?" Tony asks.

"Wow, no one brings me my coffee at the FBI. I'm gonna need Fornell to steal you," you smile at the Agent.

"I'd rather have you joining us. I'm sure Gibbs would be okay," he says. "Although, if I break rule 12 again, I'm a dead man,"

"Wait!" you think for a moment, "Rule 12 is--never date a coworker, right?" Tony nods. "Very presumptuous of you, Tony DiNozzo," you grin at him.

Not that you enjoy flirting with DiNozzo - even if it feels nice that a handsome man like him is hitting on you - but you can see Gibbs's pissed off face in the corner of your eye and you do enjoy that. "Well," as he's practically sitting on 'your' desk, Tony leans over you and whispers, so no one can hear, "You're pretty, I'm pretty. We can make pretty good things together, don't you think?"

You only have time to softly laugh, since Gibbs got up and headslaps DiNozzo again. "Quit flirting at work, got it, boss,"

You watch Gibbs walking to the elevator while Tony puts his hair back in place, "We'll continue this tonight, if you want to join us? We're celebrating Ziva's citizenship at a bar,"

"I'd love that,"

Gibbs comes back half an hour later with a fresh coffee. You can see on his face he’s clearly pissed but you decide not to do anything about it for now.

* * * * *

The rest of the day went smoothly. There was no big breakthrough in the case, for a moment you thought that the celebration might be canceled. But to everyone’s surprise, Gibbs and Fornell decide to call it a night. “We won’t be able to get anything done before tomorrow morning anyway,” Fornell says.

The NCIS team didn’t need much to start packing their things. As you’re putting your laptop in your bag, Abby, Jimmy and Ducky appear in the bullpen, “Celebration night!” Abby exclaims, “Gibbs, Fornell, you’re joining?”

“What are we celebrating?” Your boss asks.

“Ziva David, being officially a citizen of the United States of America!” Jimmy explains, wrapping his arm around Ziva’s shoulders.

Fornell looks over his shoulder, down to Gibbs. “You going?”

“Pass,”

Then, Fornell puts his eyes on you, “You?”

“Yup, Tony offered me to join. If anyone minds,”

“Of course not!” Abby happily grabs your arm and walks you to the elevator. You don’t have time to give one last look at Gibbs, as you’re all taking off to the bar.

Only Fornell and Gibbs remain in the bullpen. “You sure you don’t want to keep an eye on DiNozzo?” Fornell teases his best friend.

“Fornell, if you want to go, just--leave,”

“Fine, I’ll protect her myself,” he says, “Unless I get too drunk and don’t see them sneaking out to the bathroom,”

Gibbs growls before standing up, “I hate you,”

* * * * *

At the bar, you and the team got into a booth in the back. Of course, Tony made sure to be right next to you and Abby was on your other side. You all ordered your drinks and when the waiter brought them, you toasted, “To Ziva!” everyone says.

You have barely swallowed the first sip of the Champagne when you see Gibbs and Fornell entering the bar. Abby sees them too and calls their names. “I don’t know what you told him, Fornell, but I’m so glad to convince him to come,” Ziva confesses. It really means a lot to her that all of her team - her other family - is here to celebrate.

Even if he joined, Gibbs is being himself and doesn’t talk much with anyone, except some quick exchanges with Ducky. He’s sitting across the table from you, and you can see his eyes darkening as Tony whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle. He drinks his second bourbon in one swallow and goes to the counter to order another one. You excuse yourself to Tony, and join Gibbs.

“You okay?” you ask him, innocently.

“Perfect,” he mutters.

“Wanna spend the night at my place, tonight?” you whisper in his ears, gently nipping his lobe.

“Why don’t you ask DiNozzo?” he answers.

"Oh, you're jealous!" you exclaim with a chuckle, as the bartender puts the glass in front of Gibbs. His hand grips on the glass hard, his knuckles are turning white.

“Why would I be jealous? We’re not dating,”

This sends you off, you bit your bottom lip to avoid shouting in the middle of a bar. You take one deep breath to remain calm and answer, “Of course. I wonder what you’ve been doing for the past year, if not dating,”

Even with the dim light, Gibbs can see your cheeks turning red from anger. He shouldn’t have said this, because obviously, he has strong and deep feelings for you, but he hates to admit that he’s indeed...jealous. “Maybe I’ll indeed ask DiNozzo. Or maybe I’ll ask a stranger. Or--Or maybe, I’ll ask DiNozzo and a stranger,”

You’re about to leave him here when he grabs your wrist, ever so gently. You can see that his face had softened a bit. Then his hand moves from your wrist to your hand and his fingers intertwine with yours. Gibbs starts to walk away, taking you with him. He doesn’t say a word until he reaches his car. He opens the door for you, “Are we really sneaking out?” you ask.

“Just get in,” he orders, along with smack on your ass.

This gesture sends something right down to your core. You smile and get in his truck, shortly followed by him.

The parking lot is dark, the car is only facing trees and bushes. But you don’t have time to overthink what’s going on, as Gibbs’s lips crash on yours. He immediately asks for access with his tongue, which you happily grant him. One of his hands gets under your top, feeling your skin under his fingers. It keeps getting higher, until he cups one of your breasts and squeezes. You moan in his mouth, and your nails scratch on his scalp. He growls at the feeling, and quickly grabs your hips to make you sit on his lap. “You seriously want to do this in the car?” you ask, but it seems obvious as you can feel him getting hard.

“I want you to make yourself forgiven,”

His blue eyes are dark with lust. You know exactly what that means. You haven’t experienced the dominant side of Gibbs yet and god, is it turning you on. You can feel yourself getting soaking wet in your panties. You approach your lips to his to kiss him again but he only lets them brush. “Your mouth should be busy somewhere else,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” you agree and work on his belt.

You don’t know if he’s ever done something like this before, but his painful erection lets you know how turned on he is. You give him a few strokes, feeling some precum on your hand. He groans under your touch and then, you bend your head over to lick the head of his cock, tasting him. “Fuck!” he mutters. You play with the head for a moment before taking him inside your mouth.

As you blow him, Gibbs has one arm stretching over the seat and his other hand is settled in the back of your neck, guiding you. You can feel him grabbing your hair into his fist from time to time. “You’re so good at this, sweetheart,” he praises you and you hum in response, with his cock still inside your mouth. It sends shivers down his spine, and he bucks his hips, making his length go as deep as possible inside your throat. When he hits the back of your throat, Gibbs lets out such a huge moan, people in the bar may have heard him.

“Who does this mouth belong to?”

You relish him briefly, “You.” you answer.

“Good girl,” he growls. “Now, make me cum in that pretty mouth of yours,”

You go back to your oral ministrations and quickly, Gibbs is coming inside your mouth, shooting his load inside your throat, as your name leaves his lips in the most erotic sound you’ve ever heard. You couldn’t be any more turned on at this very moment. As he’s catching his breath, you make a big show of swallowing every drop of him.

Finally, he grabs the back of your neck a bit roughly to make you kiss him. He can taste himself on you and from the sound you’re making, he understands that you love that side of him. “I’m not done with you,” he says, brushing his lips against yours. “We’re going back inside, like nothing happened, but if you keep flirting with DiNozzo, or anyone else, I’ll deny you for such a long moment, you’ll beg me to shot you,”

You may be crazy, but this makes you want to piss him off a little more.