#meanwhile the cunts of the world go ahead and do what they like

[ap0wersstories]

Corporate Sluts Part 3

*Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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Elaine and Charlotte lay there broken and exhausted, their bodies felt broken and in a state of shock. They couldn’t imagine what was next but for now they were just wanting to be given a break from the torture. Luckily for them that was exactly what was happening, they were taken to the same shower room and given the same treatment as earlier, washed roughly and thoroughly inside and out. Elaine’s pussy was swollen and sore from the brutal machine fucking she’d had to endure, she had to on the prize of avoiding being gang raped again but she wondered whether it was worth it. Charlotte meanwhile was feeling like the village bicycle that everyone was riding, she’d lost count how many times she’d been raped but she believed it was over 100 times she’d been penetrated by different men. Both women were grateful their asses had been spared this time. 

Once clean they were taken to their padded cell to once again rest for the next day. They weren’t aware of this but the executive had actually done a deal with a sex trafficker who had offered a decent amount for them, tomorrow was the last day the executive had them and so he wanted to make sure they were well used before handing them off. He a fetish for cum and had long wanted to do a massive Bukkake party, and so he’d put the call out to all his clients that enjoyed these events and to this point he’d organised roughly 700 men and counting to come deposit their loads on these women. That wouldn’t be the end of it though as he had more I store for her in their final day for them!

The women lay in the room, Charlotte the first to speak up, “did you have to spank my ass so hard you bitch?!”

“What are you complaining about? Your pussy wasn’t the one fucked hard non stop by a fucking jackhammer!”

“That’s you’re own fucking fault, we could’ve just said no and then we would’ve been in this together! But you’ve shown me you’ll trample all over me just to get ahead. Just like you’ve always done, so fuck you and your fucking pussy. I hope your cunt’s stretched beyond repair you little bitch!”

Elaine wanted to retort back but didn’t have the energy, her pussy felt gaping to a point she didn’t think was possible while she was sensitive all over. Both women started getting overcome with tiredness and finally they allowed themselves to pass out. 

It felt like no time had pass before the door swung open with men walking in again, they had bags of clothes which they tossed at each of the women. “Put them on, now!”

Not wanting to cop any wrath they got themselves into the clothes. For Charlotte she was given a a classic sexy french maid outfit leaving her with zero coverage below her waist. For Elaine she was given a sexy, and revealing Catholic schoolgirl uniform complete with knee high socks. Both women appreciated wearing clothes for first time in a few days even if they were designed to make them look sexy. The men then put collars on both of them and led them back to the original scene of their first night. There in the middle of the room was the executive, they were led to him, he looked them up and down. “Mmmmm ladies you look perfect! Now I’m afraid I have some bad news, you will be leaving my care as of tonight, we have managed to negotiate a pretty respectable amount to sell you to some sex traffickers. I don’t know what will happen to you with them, frankly it’s not my concern. But while you’re mine we will making sure to get our full use from you! And with that in mind you two are going to help fulfil my fantasy, you two are going to be the dumping ground of hundreds of cum shots today! We’ve even managed to get special contraptions in to ensure not a drop gets lost or wasted!” Some men then wheeled in these strange looking almost half bath tubs that had a rubber hole on the end. They were totally confused by what they were looking at but they weren’t given a chance to figure it out as man after man started filling the room, there were indeed hundreds of these men. 

The men who had led them in then pulled their arms behind their backs and some men came forward to start to rip off their clothing. Their modesty of clothes had barely lasted half an hour. They were quickly stripped until Charlotte only had her French maid hat on and Elaine only had her knee high socks and a small neck tie on. Their hands and arms were then pinned next to their waists and black bondage tape used to tightly secure them against their bodies. Satisfied that they were helpless the women were picked up and taken to their half baths, the women could see at the half end there was a tight rubber hole which the men forced them through. It was a tight squeeze and the women could feel the rubber squeezing down onto their waists with everything waist down being out the other end. The men then used the bondage tape to tape each leg so legs were tightly wrapped together with their legs bent and their pussies completely on show. Not for the first time they felt very vulnerable and helpless, the executive walked up with a jug of a pale liquid in each hand. “Time for you to get a preview of what you’re in for today, these jugs contain the cum that men have been depositing while watching you get raped and abused. This is just a taste of what’s to cum!!!”

He started dribbling it onto each of the women’s tits, they felt the sticky slimy substance drip all over their boobs before he moved up and onto their faces. Hanging above them were cameras set up, one each on each of the girls faces, one each on a wider shot of the individual bodies, and one showing both of their faces. The men could see these pictures on TV’s set up all around the room while a stream had been set up for men around the world to view their humiliation. As the cum started coating their faces they tried turning their heads to get away from it but men held their heads in place preventing it. The cum dribbled on their noses causing bubbles to be blown and as they felt it going up their nostrils they had no choice but to open their mouths with the cum dibbling in there. Jugs kept appeared of more cum, the party hadn’t even began and already they were taking load after load. 

Finally the jugs were emptied and the women felt the cum settling on their bodies. The executive looked around at the men, everyone already had hard ons and were ready to start. Some of the more exclusive members were going to be given the privilege of fucking them but they were strictly instructed that all shots had to go either in the bath or on the exposed waists/legs/feet. The executive was ready for this to get started, he was excited to see what happened. He himself was rock hard and decided he wanted another go around on Elaine, “ok guys, let’s fuck these girls into their next life and cover them in cum. Don’t be afraid to shoot into their mouths as well, I’ll happily see their bellies bulge with swallowed cum!!!” With that the executive thrusted his cock into Elaine getting her cum covered tits bouncing. Another man stepped up and started fucking Charlotte’s sensitive abused pussy. Many men were already super hard and desperate to cum on these women, one by one they stepped up and shot their loads into the girls faces and on their bodies. While Charlotte and Elaine got fucked by the executive and the other man, they continued to get cum loads dropped on them. A few men started forced their mouths open to get them swallowing their loads. 

Charlotte and Elaine just couldn’t believe the humiliation they were being forced to endure, they had been forced to shut their eyes as soon as the executive dropped those jugs of cum onto them and it was caked over solidly now. Elaine and Charlotte desperately wanting it to stop, they even forgot themselves and started begging as the loads kept coming. “Oh god please stop, there’s too much!!” “Please, noooooo! Please this is so wrong!!! This is disgusting!!!” They continued to sob and plead for mercy but the men kept coming. Finally the executive was done and he shot his load on Elaine’s waist, in no time at all another man filled his place while the other man fucking Charlotte busted his load on her leg and inner thigh. Like Elaine a man took his place immediately. 

For hours and hours men continued to step up and use and abuse the women, dumping load after load onto their bodies. It didn’t take long for their bodies to be absolutely drenched in cum and they were being forced to redefine the meaning of “cum bath”. The liquid continued to build up, when being fucked by man after man their bodies sloshed around in the liquid. Ever so often men would either drop their loads in their mouths or get cups and scoop the loads up and force them to drink it. A small window in each of the baths allowed the men to see how much the liquid was building up. At its peak there were over 1000 men turning up to deposit their loads on these women. Their pussies were constantly being fucked hard, although there was a break where instead two men had a fist off over who could fist fuck the women the hardest and longest. The women felt their pussies stretch as these men fisted them brutally while men were getting turned by their abuse and dropping more and more loads onto them. For the record the man fisting Charlotte was declared the winner. 

The hours pass by as more men dropped their loads in the tub, after a certain point each cum load looked like a drop in the ocean as the liquid was so much that it was almost above their bodies and still it was not over. Further hours passed (10 total) and they were getting to the final men as well as the time allotted before they needed to be transported. The amount of cum in the baths was immense, it now flowed over their bodies with only their tits visible while the women had to keep their heads upright to avoid drowning in the liquid. They had been forced to swallow countless amounts of cum whether fresh straight from the mens cocks or scooped up and dropped in their mouths. Their hair was now just a sticky mess a part of the liquid while below the waist everywhere had taken countless loads all over. They were almost used to the feeling of their pussies being brutally abused. The executive stepped up and declared, “if anyone had any more loads you’ve got 5min to drop them!” Men furiously jerked themselves to ensure every possible drop of cum was dropped on them. Finally the executive declared, “ok that’s time up now! Gentlemen, have a look at these women! They are literally bathing in cum!!!”

“Dear Charlotte, how does it feel to be a used cum bathed slut?” Charlotte was still trying to catch her breath as the fucking had finally ended on her battered pussy, “it feels-it feels-like I’m nothing. I’m a fucktoy for men’s pleasure, I’m worthless….”

“Couldn’t have said it better! And you Elaine, how do you feel being surrounded by mens cum?”

“I-I don’t know-I want to go home…but I’m never going home again am I? You’ve broken me, I’m a cum slut now…”

“Hahaha you’ve got it, you’re a fucktoy and cum slut!!!! And your new owners have arrived!” 

Some Middle Eastern men walked in they saw the girls covered completely in men’s cum. “Very impressive, you said you were going to use them before we got them and you weren’t wrong!”

“Thank you for taking them on from us, I’m sure they will provide plenty of entertainment, even if they are quite used now. Would you like them to be washed and bathed? Or alternatively we can deliver them exactly as they are?”

“Mmmmm let’s take them as they are!”

Hearing that the executive nodded to some men who came along and with tools, they started by putting nose pegs on them and fixing a tube gag to the women that then poked out allowing them a direct access to air. They then had a custom built lid for each bath with a window on both of them, the fixed them in place with the tubing poking out the top. They were then connected up in a box with both ladies legs pointing out at each other, the boxes were covered up and fixed together but before putting the final covering a pole with vibrating dildos were poked with either side forced into the girls pussies. A dial pushed them further up then to ensure they were deep inside and not going to fall out, and a button expanded each of them to make them significantly larger. The women moaned in pain as the abuse continued on them. Finally they were complete and ready for transport as the final covering went over their legs. The women were rolled out and loaded into a car for transport, with every sudden movement shifting the cum surrounding them. 

This unique method of transport meant that when they got to their destination the cum would remain, and they would be constantly coated in cum. 

They had no idea what was going to happen to them, but surely, they thought, it couldn’t get worse. 

[eurofox]

Charlie Brooker did a very good news satire show called newsipe before he focused more on black mirror. He also said one reason he stopped was because current events were becoming to absurd and depressing to make decent satire of, especially around 2016.

Even his pessimistic and grim predictions turned out to be overly optimistic compared to what's actually been happening the past few years.

Grim doesn't begin to cover it.

[medea10]

Medea’s Anime/Game Superlative of 2019

Well it’s that time of the year where I look back on the animes I’ve watched and the games I played with this outdated meme quiz from 10 years ago. But I still do it for the fun of it! As usual, it doesn’t matter what year the anime or game came out. If I messed with it this year, it counts for the honors. So if it came out two years ago (which feels like forever ago), it counts. Let’s get at it!

First Fandom of 2019: The Promised Neverland

Episode 1! That’s all you need to watch to officially get hooked to this series. I jumped on this title at the beginning of the year not knowing what to expect due to Aniplex and Crunchyroll whoring this particular anime months prior. But once I saw the first episode, I was immediately hooked. It shook me to my core to watch one of the most graphic scenes to come from this year. I was captivated by Emma, Norman, and Ray’s plans in order to escape their doomed fate of becoming food for creepy demons. Each episode, I was at the edge of my seat wondering what was going to happen next. Is Gilda in cahoots with Sister Krone? Will Don learn the truth about what really happened to Connie in episode 1? Can Ray be trusted? IS NORMAN STILL ALIVE?! Come on, I’m like really far ahead in the manga. I want to see Norman and Emma together again. I’m so happy this series is getting a second season in 2020.

Favorite Main Character of 2019: Haru from My Roommate is a Cat

It was a close call this year for main characters and normally I don’t shoot for main characters. This year I will admit that I fell in love with Chika from Kaguya-sama. Plus, I still love me some Lana from Pokemon Sun/Moon! And I finally started part III of Jojo’s, so Grandpa Joestar is just the awesome OH MY GOD that I need. However, they all lose out to a cat! Yeah, just like that one year where I picked Nyanko-sensei as my favorite main character, I’m doing it again.

I know Haru can’t actually talk back to her human, but the audience can hear what she’s really saying and it’s absolutely amusing. She was funny when she thought the word “Haru” meant food. She’s so adorable when she’s playing with whatever catches her eye. She’s got quite the personality (almost tsundere even). But I gotta admire Haru too. Before she was adopted, Haru was on the street trying her best to look out for her younger siblings. Even giving them more food scraps when she would go hungry herself. After Haru was adopted by Subaru, she eventually warmed up to him as “her human”. It was a learning experience for both as Haru didn’t know how to react to having a human care for her and Subaru has never taken care of a cat before. But Haru is a loyal kitty who loves her human. Hell, she ran away from home because she feared her human collapsed somewhere. Haru’s the greatest!

Favorite Villain of 2019:

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…Dear God, give me the strength to pull through this one.

Princess Malty “Myne, Bitch, Whore” Melromarc (The Rising of the Shield Hero)

No, this is not me insulting her. These are all her official names. Really! In many of the animes I watched this year, the villains were pretty hit-and-miss with me. I’m in the middle of watching the elven uprise with Black Clover and didn’t want to talk about that this year. Fairy Tail’s villains are just okay. And I didn’t watch Frieza this year! So let’s talk about the ONE villain who even out-trump’s the actual villain to the series.

It only took one episode for an entire fandom to turn on one single character. A single lie that figuratively speaking threw our main protagonist Naofumi under the bus, kicked him in the nuts, shanked him, robbed him, and thrown him off a cliff. Myne did so much throughout this series. She lied about being raped. She abused her power to get what she wanted. She set up someone to fail constantly. She attempted murder on her own sister (several times) just to keep her status as first in line to the throne. And she cheats so she gets her way! It was so sickening to watch this vile woman for more than just one episode. When you created a character who was so disgusting and revolting as a secondary villain, you did something right! It’s like with Shou Tucker and Father from Full Metal Alchemist. Ask any anime fan and they’ll definitely remember Tucker over Father. Myne is this anime’s Shou Tucker! And I have to give her some credit, she is now one memorable villain. And aren’t villains usually supposed to be despised? I, Naofumi, most characters in Shield Hero after episode 21, and all of the internet can come together in agreement to say, we hate Malty, Myne, Bitch, Whore.

Final insult on the matter, she’s a cunt!

Favorite Video Game Character(s) of 2019: Piers & Marnie (Pokemon: Sword and Shield)

I knew point blank that Marnie was going to be my favorite rival in this game. I knew I was going to enjoy the antics of her yell squad (a.k.a. Team Yell) too. But I never expected to meet her brother and enjoy him too. Like in more recent games, Pokemon has given your character a total of three rivals to look out for. And while Hop is just the British version of Hau and Bede is just…a fuck-face, Marnie was someone who marched to the beat of her own drum. She recognizes a powerful foe and has a level of respect for her rival. She has her own fanbase, but isn’t totally arrogant about it. Plus, she doesn’t mind helping you out and giving an extra boost in battle. Plus that smile scene is just too adorable for words. And then there’s Piers!

First of all, I just love the design of this guy. What did I say when I first laid eyes on him? It’s like if David Bowie, Marilyn Manson, and Sid Vicious threw up on a pentagram crafted from Hot Topic gear and this dude emerges! And much like his sister, he marches to the beat of his own drum. That’s why he’s the only gym leader in Galar that doesn’t use the Dynamax method. I would have been satisfied if I only got to see him once or twice in the game. But I was blessed when Piers came to my aid to take down the Marco Cosmos thugs AND take on all the rogue Dynamax pokemon in the post-game. I’m impressed! Out of all the people they picked to help the protagonist and Hop in this adventure, it was Piers. I am ever so happy by this. I am so heavily invested in this guy that I’m already thinking of fic ideas involving him.

Favorite Game of 2019: Pokemon Masters

As much as I really do love Pokemon Sword and Shield, I gotta give it to the mobile game this year. This game not only made one of my reoccurring dreams come true, but gave it something no other Pokemon game has been able to do in over twenty years. HUMAN VOICES! The trainers, they speak! AND YOU CAN CHANGE BETWEEN ENGLISH AND JAPANESE! Do you have any idea how much of a win this is for me! I know they’ll never have Tracey Sketchit in the game, but this still rocks my world. Do you know how much I love hearing Mamoru Miyano play a dickish bad guy? Do you know how badly I need to hear Daisuke Ono on a day-to-day basis? I’m a voice queen!

I know I don’t usually like to give praise to freemium games for the mobile phones, but this game is quite nice. I mean, yeah, you really do have to save up your gems in order to (hopefully) get the 5-star trainer that’s currently advertised and the urge of wanting to open up your wallet to actually purchase gems is tantalizing. Not as fucked as Fate/Grand Order, but you get my meaning. Unlike a lot of the freemium games, this one doesn’t limit you so much to play (unless you spend fake or real money in the game). You can super train all you want and not lose stamina! Plus, I like these special sync moves between trainer and pokemon. And there’s just something about seeing all of these different trainers from all these regions together and interacting with each other. Despite never seeing a lot of this in the anime, manga, or previous games.

Favorite Het Couple of 2019: Retsuko x Haida (Aggretsuko)

In one of my baby accomplishments this year, I stopped being a tight-wad and splurged on a Netflix account. Right around the same time it becomes unpopular. Hahaha! Why does this always happen to me?

Throughout the series, we’ve watched Retsuko take chances with a lot of guys including a charming polar bear, a red panda with the brain of a pot plant, and the world’s handsomest donkey. But Retsuko has friend-zoned her workmate Haida the whole time. Meanwhile, I and pretty much like 90% of the fanbase ship the fuck out of this. Rightfully so! Haida has been admiring her from afar for so long. He tries his best to be supportive of her in the office and elsewhere. He was even nice enough to run back to the office to try and help Retsuko with the last-minute paperwork thrown at her on Christmas Eve. Hell, we watched him at his best in the season two finale helping to corner Tadano. And even though she turned him down at the end of season one, I still hold out that there’s hope. I mean, it was right after a break-up, so it was kind of the right call for Retsuko to not go out with Haida. Season three could give us this ship in the end. I know Retsuko doesn’t see Haida as boyfriend material as of now, but I have a feeling it can change.

Favorite Yuri Couple of 2019: Atsuko “Akko” Kagari x Amanda O’Neill (Little Witch Academia)

That’s right, Akko and Amanda. This is the one Yuri ship I’m leaning on more than all the other ones. I know she wasn’t involved in the infamous love-bee episode, but that still didn’t stop me from making dirty jokes whenever these two girls were together for an episode. And that’s what makes it better! Akko and Amanda’s relationship wasn’t tampered with because of a love bee, what they have is real! Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. But whenever I see them together doing something in an episode, I can totally see them as something more. Then again, my mind is warped.

Besides, this is as close to a yuri couple as I got this year. I can’t mention the one second we got of Ymir x Historia from Attack on Titan. Yayoi and Shion didn’t get much in Psycho Pass 3. And it’s leaps and bounds better than that OTHER anime I watched with two girls. Happy Sugar Life? More like a big pile of nope!

Favorite Yaoi Couple of 2019: Mafuyu Satou x Ritsuka Uenoyama (Given)

You knew it was coming! I was rooting for these two boys since they met in episode one. And even though I had to hold it back a bit when I learned of Mafuyu’s grieving, I still hoped that one day, these two boys would defy the odds and become the sweetest couple of 2019. Was I correct? While it wasn’t as full-blown gay as Yuri on Ice, it still gave us so much.

As I mentioned, Mafuyu was in a relationship prior to meeting Uenoyama. And this one ended in heartbreak as Mafuyu’s lover dies. But meeting Uenoyama, Mafuyu was able to smile again and got to play the instrument his previous lover left behind. Mafuyu was able to shake off the sad shackles of the past and start life anew. Now is this feeling mutual? Of course! Uenoyama dealt with the worry of “will he, won’t he” and by the end of the series, the audience seems pretty satisfied with the outcome and hope for the best of these sweet boys.

Fandom That You Didn’t Expect To Get Into: Domestic Girlfriend

2019 has given me surprise amounts of incest! This year alone I wound up watching several surprise incest anime plots including Kiss x Sis, Marmalade Boy, and Eromanga Sensei. And those of you who are not on the up-take, surprise incest is primarily a love plot involving your step-sibling. But there was just something about Domestic Girlfriend that I just couldn’t shake. I couldn’t believe I binge-watched this entire series. I couldn’t believe I picked up the manga immediately after the finale. I couldn’t believe…that I didn’t despise this anime! Yeah, usually anything with even a whiff of incest, I throw in the trash and put a bullet through its head. This one, I did not.

Simple story! Boy named Natsuo fucks a random girl and also has a crush on his teacher. Natsuo’s father tells him he’s getting remarried. Then, BIG BOMBSHELL, the random girl that got fucked and his teacher are now going to be his step-sisters. Concept alone was just fifty shades of messed up. I mean, who the heck do you root for in this situation? Throughout the 12 episodes I went back and forth either rooting for Rui or Hina. And for episode, I rooted for Miu, the cute literary girl. I was so intrigued that I had to dig through the manga for more answers. But I enjoyed this trashy soap opera! I doubt it’ll get a sequel, but it was…fun for the most part. Too hot for television fun! And if that makes me trash, well call me Forky because...

Yeah, I can admit that freely now.

Fandom That Made An Unexpected Comeback: Fruits Basket

*squeals* I never thought this would come back into my life. One of my all-time favorite animes was returning with a reboot. AND IT WAS GLORIOUS! Oh sure, the first half of this series was literally a shot-for-shot remake of the original Studio Deen anime. But even that was enough to make me love every frame of it. Fruits Basket was just one of those animes that grabs you with the intriguing tale of a cursed family that changes into members of the zodiac. Then they take you on a fun ride with silly moments like Kyo and Yuki fighting each other or Ayame telling his ridiculous stories or Hatsuharu flashing some guy his junk. But then this series takes you on a detour of the most heart-wrenching stories involving heartbreak, bullying, gangs, abandonment, and hiding your true self.

This show re-introduced us to the many colorful and complex characters that exist. From the ultra-flaymboyant Ayame to the complex Ritsu! Many of these characters have severe baggage coming and going and you just wish the best for them. And seeing Tohru reach out to just about everyone in her own way, to tell them she’s there for them and she accepts them all for who they are, it just gets to you. 18 years was too long to keep this gem away from us. Welcome back Fruits Basket, we missed you.

Fandom That Inspired the Most Crack: Zombieland Saga

I know it came out last year, but I got the opportunity to finally watch it this year. And it was every bit of crazy as people told me it would be. Who would have thought mashing zombies and idol shows together would be a good idea?

Seriously! You’ve got Mamoru Miyano voicing the craziest character to date, who’s a necromancer who brings back seven girls from the dead. Puts special makeup on them to fool unsuspecting audience members! All to bring life back to the Saga prefecture. Add another layer to the WTF cake, these dead girls are all from different times including 2008, 1997, the showa period in the 1980’s…you even have one from the freakin’ 19th century! But that’s not all! These girls end up becoming an idol group singing different kinds of genres. One episode they’re head-banging to metal rock and the next IT’S A FRIGGIN’ 8 MILE RAP-BATTLE! And then you have this one girl named Yamada Tae. She doesn’t speak and usually makes weird noises throughout the entire series, but we don’t care! We freakin’ love her! And even with the oddball girl, she’s not the craziest character on here. Who needs a Best Girl category when you know the best girl is just going to be the crazy dude in the shades!

I’m absolutely cereal on this! Kotaro Tatsumi STOLE this show for his own! With his crazy antics, constant shouting random phrases every five seconds, and eccentric behavior, this made for one of the most entertaining animes I’ve ever watched.

Last Fandom of 2019: Pokemon: Sun & Moon/2019

I know I spent the greater part of Sun/Moon bashing several aspects of the series. But Sun/Moon was gradually getting better compared to its slow start. This year we’ve got some extreme character growth from some of Ash’s friends and even pokemon. I was amazed to watch episodes featuring Lana, Mallow, and even Sophocles growing. Lana up against Kyogre, Mallow’s thank you to her deceased mother, and Sophocles mastering Z-moves, all of these were great! Add to that, a Pokemon League that showed all of us up after 20 years of disbelief of Ash ever winning a competition. Where HE WON THE FUCKING COMPETITION! With the exception of one of the matches, this Pokemon League is definitely one for the history books for Ash. From his epic dog fight with Gladion, to the six-on-six with his mentor, to taking down a massive Ultra Beast, to taking on an island deity! All leading up to one of the most beautiful goodbyes and finale! Seriously, I screamed balls when I saw a pregnant Professor Burnet.

And my high continues with the new continuation of Pokemon 2019 (yeah, still the name). First of all, praise Arceus the animation has improved! Secondly, I am fully digging Ash and Gou traveling together. In answer to your question, yes I’m already shipping the hell out of them. Third, having these boys travel all around the pokemon world has given me so much hope in the world. The boys are going to be traveling the pokemon world revisitng old places including Hoenn, Sinnoh, and Kalos. I know I was disappointed in Ash not soley traveling to Galar and having Pikachu wear a Sherlock Holmes hat, but this I can’t cast to the side.

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And yes, I support Ash x Gou like a beast!

[inorganicone2230]

Divine Intervention (Part 6) Yandere!Erasermic x Fem!Reader

Part 5 Part 7/Finale

Summary: Sometimes a little divine intervention is necessary to take back the ones we love… weather they want it or not.

Warnings: NON-CON AHEAD!!!, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, forced poly relationship, emotional and mental manipulation, possible trigger warnings, see tags below for more…

Side Note: I do not and never will condone the actions committed in this and future chapters, please be mindful and respectful of the fact that all of this is purely fiction.

⚠️THERE IS NON-CON AHEAD!!! READ AHEAD AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!!⚠️

Shouta flashed you a dirty smile, “Our worst huh?” He reached out to run his knuckles along your cheek, he saw in your eyes how badly you wished to be able to turn away from him and some part of him was deeply satisfied that you could not, that he had this level of control over you. You were their lovely obedient little doll and he couldn't wait for them to ruin you. “I rather think we are going to be giving you our best. Is that not right, Zashi?”

Your breath hitched as long slim fingers began to caress your thighs inching closer and closer to your center while Hizashi hummed his agreement into your sensitive ear. “Our very best.”

“Would you like to know what I had in mind for earlier, why I went and got her little accessory for her? I just know we are all going to enjoy it.”

“I highly fucking doubt that.” You spat. They ignored you.

The words caused waves of excitement to roll off of the blond however as his breathing picked up a notch and he pressed his aching cock into your lower back. “Of course I do! You have kept me on the edge all this time, now tell me Shouta. Don't make me beg.”

A deep chuckle left the dark haired man's lips at hearing the eagerness in his lover's voice, but he figured that he should be kind and not draw out his suffering any longer. “Didn't you say earlier that you were dying to have a taste of her?”

“Please tell me this is going where I think it is Shou?” He sounded so desperate and needy.

Shouta’s eyes flashed red again, though this time in lust rather than frustration. “If you are so eager to find out, then lay down with your head near the edge of the bed.”

You were surprised that the blond didn't fumble in his haste. Moving from behind you to lay as he was told, his long golden hair fanned out around him like a halo. You realize how ironic that comparison is, considering that the two are more monster than angel, their apparent divinity notwithstanding.

Shouta’s nimble fingers began to untie his trousers and let them drop. He took great pleasure in the way your eyes zeroed in and widened upon seeing  his cock as it sprung free. “How about it Zashi? You taste her, while she tastes me.”

You froze, another memory from the past reminding you that, while the two of them enjoyed fucking you mercilessly, what they really loved was all the foreplay that came beforehand. Weather it was giving it or reviving it. And the thought of taking The Death Gods massive girth into your unwilling mouth was positively revolting when you recall how he would make you swallow his finish.

Hizashi meanwhile seemed more than amicable to what his counterpart was suggesting. “Do you even have to ask.” Just the thought of delving his tongue into your tight warm cunt was enough to make his mouth water, but to include being able to look up and watch Shouta fuck your sweet little mouth while he did the same to you, that alone almost made him cum right than and there.

You knew what was coming before the words had even left Shouta’s lips and you wished more than anything that you could block out the sound of their voices. “Climb over him and sit on his face (Y/N), show us that pretty pussy of yours so he can get you ready for us. We promised you pleasure, and we fully intend on delivering.”

Your body moves of its own accord, it's a strange sensation, to feel yourself move like normal but with no control over the movements. Your knees slide across the smooth silk of the sheets as you inch your way over to Hizashi’s form, lifting one leg to climb and settle yourself over his smug face. Without warning, his nose immediately burying itself in your still clothed sex and groans, “You smell so good babe, I am going to fucking eat you alive.” You cringe at his use of this new nickname and you silently wonder if you could suffocate him by dropping all your weight onto his face. The fucker would probably die with that cocky smile still in place.

Your train of thought is interrupted however, when you suddenly feel your panties being torn away, cool air hitting your newly exposed skin. Your eyes shooting up to glare daggers at a smirking Shouta who twirls the torn fabric around his finger before tossing them away. “Don't look at me like that Kitten, it's not as if you needed them anymore.” He said, stepping closer to the bed. “I know I said I you could voice your protests, but for now we are going to need you to keep them to yourself, at least until we are done with this. After all, those lips of yours are going to be rather busy in a moment.” He reached out and gripped the back of your head, bringing your face closer to his twitching cock and rubbing the swollen head against your lips, coating them with pre-cum, “Now suck. And do be mindful of your teeth.” He ordered.

You felt nauseous as your lips parted and he slowly pushed his way into your warm wet mouth. He threw back his head at the exquisite feeling of your tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. It was not an easy thing and your jaw was already straining, tears welling up in your eyes. He wasn't as long as Hizashi, but he was extremely thick. So thick in fact that you remembered even Hizashi’s long fingered hands were just barely able to wrap all the way around him.

Speaking of your other tormentor, apparently he decided that he had been ignored long enough when he gave your pussy an experimental lick that had your hips bucking. He swore his eyes nearly rolled back into his head at the heavenly taste. “I knew you would taste just as good as you look. It's such a pretty pussy (Y/N), all pink and your clit is even swollen, like it's begging for me to suck it.” He wasted no more time as he enthusiastically began sucking and licking at your quickly dampening cunt,swirling his tongue around your clit.

The blonds actions below you had you moaning as your mind went blank for a moment. The sound causing a pleasant vibration to run up Shouta’s cock as he started to thrust just a little deeper into your waiting throat. “O-oh fuck, she is certainly enjoying whatever you are doing to her down there Zashi, don't-don’t stop.”

Hizashi chuckled against your dripping entrance, “I wasn't planning on it. She's far too sweet to let even one drop go to waste. It's like eating fucking candy.” He did take a moment to pause and look up at you both. The sight had his cock throbbing in anticipation. Shouta’s head was thrown back in bliss as his hands fisted in your hair, tugging you back and forth across the portion of his huge dick that could fit in your mouth. You were even better in his eyes, your plump lips wrapped around his thrusting cock as drool dribbled down your chin and neck, little trails of it running through the valley of your breasts. The movements caused your tits to shake in time with your bobbing head and he couldn't resist sliding his hands up from your thighs in order to pinch and fondle the bouncing treats while his lips and tongue sought out your clit again.

The whimpers and moans were involuntary, you knew that, but still hated it all the same. You hated feeling anything even remotely pleasant during this, no matter if it was just reactionary. You couldn't deny that, while you were thoroughly disgusted by the abuse your mouth was taking, The God of Life really did know how to use his. His kept moving his tongue back and forth, one minute fucking your hole with the long flexible muscle, and the next swirling it around your clit. You were nearing the edge and you prayed to any other Deity that might be listening  that neither of them would notice. If they made you cum so soon, it was only going to fuel their drive to make it happen more and more.

Shouta was already so very close, the feel of your warm wet lips stretching over his cock and the subtle vibrations that your moaning caused were quickly driving him straight into his first release of the night. It wouldn't be long now, but before that happened, there was one more thing he wanted from you. Forcing his eyes open, he looked down at you and nearly cam right then and there. You were breathtaking, head bobbing on his cock, tears and saliva running down your cheeks and chin, glimpses of Hizashi eating your sweet cunt like it was his last meal. But he only needed one thing to make the image perfect.

“Look up at me.” You did, unwillingly, but you did. And you tried to convey how much you you were sickened by him while doing so. Shouta found it endearing how you tried to look so disgruntled while sucking him off. “Now don't look at me like that Kitten, I just want to see your full expression when you swallow my seed and Zashi makes you cum.” He said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Do you think you can get her off soon Zashi?”

The golden haired god smirked against your dripping folds, “I think I can manage that. She's already tensing up. She will be screaming for us in no time.” He said, dropping his hands back down to grip your inner thighs before resuming his pleasurable task. He felt you clenching down on his tongue every time he swirled it deep inside you and he couldn't stop imagining what it would be like to finally fill you with his cock. To feel your soft tight insides wrap around him while he fucked you into endless oblivion and pumped you full of cum. You were so wet for them right now that he had no doubt about how easily he could slip himself inside you. The thoughts had him pulling you harder against his face in a mad effort to finish you off as quickly as possible, because as much as he wanted to feel you cum on his face, he wanted you to cum on his cock even more.

You screamed around Shouta’s cock when you felt Hizashi’s tongue press even deeper into your hole, the sensations spreading like a wildfire through you as your traitorous body began to buck even harder against his face. Your mind hated the feelings they were forcing on you, but your body was unconsciously seeking gratification, striving to have that coil deep in your belly unwind. And if he kept going at this pace, it wouldn't be much longer.

Shouta’s grip on your hair tightened as he felt the telltale tightening of his sack, indicating his oncoming release and he began to thrust even harder into your mouth. “You're such a good girl letting me fuck your face like this, you're doing so well, I am going to cum soon.”

It was all too much, between the choking pace Shouta was setting in your mouth, Hizashi working his mouth over your drenched cunt and the filthy words they spoke, it was all you could take as you felt your orgasm wash over you. Spine bending, you would have thrown your head back to cry out if it wasn't for Shouta’s hold on your hair pushing you even further down his cock as you felt his hot seed hit the back of your throat.

You were breathtaking, moaning so sweetly around him, eyes wide open and still watching his face, back arched, hips still moving erratically over the blonds face as he worked you down from your high, and the best part was feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. He could see the way your throat contracted as you swallowed it. “That's it sweetheart,” He coaxed, petting your hair with one hand while the other stroked your cheek. “drink it all. You're going to down every last drop.” He slowly pulled out of your mouth only once he was sure you had drank it all. You sputtered and coughed, sucking air back into your greedy lungs. His hand continued to gently stroke your cheek as he smiled down on you with affection. “You took your punishment so well Kitten, I think a performance like that deserves a reward, don't you?”

Now that your mouth was free, you could feel whatever control the collar had over your voice fading. “You should drop dead is what I think.” You wheezed, your voice sounding dry and horse, not nearly as angry and confident as you wanted it to.

Reaching down, The God of Death hoisted you up by your thighs so Hizashi could sit up, before gently laying you back down on the bed. “Just keep your eyes on us.” That was all he said as he turned to grab Hizashi by the back of the neck to bring him in for a deep kiss. You watched their lips and tongues slide together in an effortless dance as Shouta began to remove the blonds trousers and give his long length a few pumps. Even without the memories or dreams, you would have been hard pressed to try and deny the obvious love the two had for one another. Every touch and caress they laid on each other, weather gentle or rough, was filled with care. You only wished they could have left you out of it.

“Can you taste her on me Shou? Isn't she delicious?” Hizashi asks, his voice husky as Shouta takes his time licking the remnants of your juices off his partners face. “She really does. I’ll have to try it straight from the source later on.” He turned a devilish smirk your way, “It's the least I can do after she sucked my cock so well.”

“But first, it's my turn. I have been patient and waited long enough to have her Shou. You just sit back and enjoy the show, join us when your ready to go again.” Hizashi kissed him once more before turning back to you. 

The closer he got, the more your panic began to set in. You knew you were truly about to lose your virginity to them once again when he brought two fingers to your opening and pushed them in. You gasped at the sudden intrusion as he began to thrust and scissor them inside you, stretching you in preparation for his cock. “Please! Please stop!” You screamed, even as he brought you to orgasm a second time before removing the digits and sucking them off. 

You were spent and in one final last ditch attempt to end this madness you whispered a begging plea. “Please don't Hizashi, I don't want to do this. I’ll do anything, just please stop. Don't take this any further.” Tears fell down your cheeks as he ignored your words and settled himself between your legs, pulling you by your hips till your entrance was lined up with his cock.

He was practically vibrating as he brought you closer and closer to his throbbing dick. But he did take notice when you began to cry, big fat crocodile tears running down your cheeks as you begged him to stop. Deep down, some long buried part of him knew that this was wrong, that he should have ended it the moment you told them to. But a much larger part, the part that loved you, the part that was irrevocably and undeniably obsessed with you, told him that this was just a one time thing. That after tonight you would be sharing their bed with them willingly, that they would never again have to forcefully tie you down to make love to you. That was the part of himself he chose to listen to when he sets his eyes on you, a bittersweet smile adorning his handsome face as he brushes away your tears.

“That's not going to happen Sweetling. I really wish this first time could be different, but your just too stubborn to see the truth. Just lay back and enjoy it, I know I will be.” He presses the head against your tight entrance and in one go slides in all the way to his base before bottoming out. “Ah fuck!” He cries out at the feel of you squeezing down on him so well already. “We made sure the medicine we gave you earlier would erase the pain for you. You won't feel any discomfort.” He gasps into your ear and presses his chest against yours.You don't respond, too shocked by the feel of him filling you up and stretching you so well and the sheer overwhelming pleasure that comes with it.

He uses that as a distraction to kiss you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and swallowing your cries for the next few moments before pulling back to grab your hips and slam into you, forcing your body to meet him thrust for thrust. “You feel so good and wet wrapped around me. Like my own personal cock-sleeve.” He feels a twisted kind of satisfaction watching you come undone like this. Bright green eyes taking in the way your breasts bounce with every thrust, the way your mouth hangs open while you moan and pant, your flushed skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, and best of all is watching his dick slide in and out of your sopping wet cunt.

Meanwhile, Shouta was getting hard again. From his position at the end of the bed, he could see the way Hizashi’s dick pounded into your dripping wet cunt. And the way you were moaning and crying, out of your mind from the near instant overload of pleasure, it was like music to his ears. He couldn't wait anymore! He got on the bed and touched Hizashi’s back. “May I join in?”

The other man never broke his demanding pace as he turned to face the second love of his life. “Took you long enough. You must have really spent yourself that first go round.” He teasingly mocked his better half. “What can I say, it felt like she sucked out a piece of my soul. What man wouldn't need a bit of a rest after that.” Shouta shot back.

You register that they are speaking, but the words go over your head. You were drowning, never before -not even in the past- had you experienced these levels of intense arousal. The throbbing ache between your legs was only getting stronger the longer the blonde pounded into you. It was like something was keeping you right on the edge but not letting you topple over the precipice. More than once you almost caved and would consider giving in, begging them to let you cum again… but you forced that urge down. You would not give in.

You were so wrapped up in trying to control your raging desire and keep yourself in check that you almost didn't notice when Hizashi suddenly rolled over onto his back, bringing you with him. And with your arms still tied behind your back, you could do nothing more then lay there on top of him as he fucked you tirelessly from this new angle that hit your g-spot and -unfortunately- has you screaming out in ecstasy.

“That's right, sing for us Baby. Let us hear those pretty notes.” The blonde praises, rewarding you by hitting that spot several more times as he plants his feet on the bed and thrusts upward with even more force than before, while his hand finds its way between your bodies to seek out your clit, rubbing it furiously. “Cum for me (Y/N)! I want you to squeeze down on my cock so hard that you never forget who it is that your tight little pussy belongs to! It's ours, only ours!”

This third orgasm hits you fast and hard, it leaves you as nothing more than a gasping, quivering mess as you do exactly what he order and clench down on him so hard that your mildly amazed you didn't snap the appendage right off. But, as tired and exhausted as you are, you know he's not done, neither of them are. He’s still hard inside you and you know that means your in for far more.

“My sweet darling girl. I hope you're not too tired, I still need to finish. And Shou still needs to have a chance after all.” He gives a soft a soft kiss to your shoulder. “Good thing we can have a go at the same time.”

You don't like the sound of that. “Wait w-what does that m-mean?”

Your question is answered when Hizashi runs his hands down your back to your ass. He takes a soft cheek in each hand and gives them both a firm squeeze before spreading them apart. “Instead of telling you, how about we just let him show you.”

It doesn't take a genius to figure out what he is implying and your eyes widen when it dawns on you. “NO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!” Your scream is deafening and you fight with every ounce of strength oh have to try and get away, but all you can do is lay there, their orders from earlier still locking you in place.

You felt Shouta’s presence behind you right before his broad back was pressed against your own and his breath was hot against ear. “Don't fret Kitten, I'll make sure that this is one of the best experiences of your life. I promise there will be no pain.” 

However lethargic you were still feeling from the multiple orgasms, it was pushed to the back of your mind in favor of panicking. “You two are fucking sick, you know that?! You claim to love me, yet here I am begging you to not use me like some sex toy, and your still going through with it anyway! You're just proving my point more and more with every violation.” You truly wished that you could do more than lay there like a limp rag doll. “Admit it! Neither of you really loves me. You just wanted someone else to fuck and you use the excuse of loving me as a way to make yourselves feel better about it!” You all lay there in silence for a moment and you think maybe they are just ignoring you like always. A sharp pain tells you otherwise when Shouta pulls your head back by your hair and angry words are spat at you.

“Say whatever you want tonight (Y/N), but do not ever accuse us of not loving you. If all we wanted was someone else to fuck we would have simply found a whore to use and then throw away.” You tense up at the feel of Shouta smearing something slimy and wet between your cheeks. “We are going to give you a reason to never doubt that again, we are going to fucking ruin you. And you are going to love every second of it, you are going to be so thoroughly fucked by the end of this that you won't even remember your own name.” He finishes his declaration by slowly beginning to insert one of his thick fingers into your puckered hole while Hizashi begins to once again thrust into your still sensitive pussy. It doesn't take long for either of them to build your pleasure back up again and you soon find your mind going blank once more as the onslaught of desire crashes down on you.

Little by little he pushes it it just a tad bit deeper until he's in all the way to the knuckle. You realize that he was right, there is a strange pressure to be sure, but it's not painful. In a way, you wish that it was. That would make it easier to stay focused.

Shouta is moving his finger now, trying to stretch you out as much as possible. He knows that fitting his huge size inside this tight little hole is going to be no easy task. But it was one he was more than willing to take on, he thinks with a smirk, feeling the way his cock throbs every time you clench around his finger. Soon enough though, he's taken all he can of fingering your second hole, and while he knows that he could do a bit more to prepare you, his desire to be inside you is simply to strong. Besides, he thinks, smearing some more of the lube onto his dick for good measure, the lubricant acted in much the same way as your medicine did and would drown out any pain from his penetration. You may feel an immensely heavy pressure considering his size, but that was the extent of it.

You felt Shouta climb up behind you, sweeping your hair over your shoulder as he begins to lay gentle kisses to the back of your head, your neck, and your shoulders right before you feel him take hold of your hips. He rubs himself between your cheeks, squeezing the pump flesh of your ass against his girth and moaning at the feeling. Fear grips you hard when you realize just how big he is. Stretching your mouth around him had been hard enough, but this… this would tear you apart, your body would never be the same after this. You begin to shake your head. “Please no… you're not going to fit… t-there's no way it will go in. Stop! Stop! STO-” Your shrill screams are cut short when he starts to slowly push his way inside, the breath all but gone from your lungs and a choked gasp is torn from your lips.

“So… fucking… tight…” It takes all his will power not to blow his load right then and there once he begins to lightly thrust his hips in time with Hizashi, sliding deeper inside with every movement. He has been inside Hizashi countless times but even that can't compare to the way you feel wrapped around him. You're just so perfect!

Hizashi is a fucking sex addict and even he almost blows it when he feels Shouta finally settle all the way inside of you. There is only a thin wall of flesh separating their dicks inside you and to Hizashi, it's one of the best damn things he has ever felt. “Shit! I didn't think she could get any tighter… but fucking hell Shou…” His eyes are blown wide and his thrusts have a noticeable tremble as he loses his rhythm for a moment before picking it back up.

The both of them smirked at each other, reveling in pleasure every time you tremble or clench around their cocks. The sweet noises they force from you spur them to move faster and harder inside your body and they can do nothing more then sing your praises.

“The way you feel around my cock is amazing! It's like you were made for it!”

“You're being such a good girl, it makes me want to fuck you even more.”

“You're so good and wet baby, I can't wait to cum inside you, watch it leak out. Maybe Shouta will be nice and clean you up with his mouth afterwards. Wouldn't that be a sight?”

“Your ass, your cunt, your belly, your body. You're going to be filled with and drenched in our cum by the end of the night!”

You can't think of anything beyond what is happening right at that moment. Three sets of moaning voices, skin slapping against skin, two huge cocks vigorously pumping inside your dripping holes, and the absolute mind numbing pleasure it brings with it. It's more than the human mind should be able to handle you think as you lay limply between them. “P-please, no-no more… I can't t-take anymore… just finish already… I’m beg-begging you… it's too much…”

Shouta pulls you by your bound arms till your sitting up, back against his chest as he wraps one arm around your shoulders and keeps the other on your hip. “We could spend hours more inside your wonderfully wet body, fucking you mercilessly. So if you want us to finish, you're going to have to make it worth our while.” He breathes into your ear before moving down litter your neck and shoulders with hickeys.

“H-how!? Please just tell me! I'll do a-anything, just make it stop already!” You cry out at this new angle, every thrust and movement they make is hitting you in all the right places and you can feel yourself on the edge of yet another orgasm as they show no sign of stopping until you give in.

“It's not that hard (Y/N).” Hizashi picks up where Shouta left off, reaching his hands up to squeeze your tits in his greedy hands as he imagines what it would feel like to have these soft mounds rubbing up and down on his cock while you suck on the head. “All you have to do is beg. Beg for us to make you cum, beg for us to fuck you harder, beg for us to pump your beautiful body full with our seed. That's all it will take to finish this.”

You feel so conflicted. On the one hand, you wanted to stick to your guns and not give in to their demands; but on the other, you wanted them to end this torture… you needed them to end it. You knew that they weren't bluffing, they really could keep going for hours more if they wanted to. You almost weep at the thought, your body's senses were already overstimulated beyond belief and you were scared that anymore and you would break. They were going to break you, the only question was whether your mind could withstand it or not.

You've been quiet for too long, the only sounds reverberating in the room are your moans and pants. And while the two of them love hearing those sounds, what they really want to hear is the sound of your breathless voice saying all the things they've been dreaming of. Perhaps you just need a bit of encouragement, a little incentive to let those words roll off that pretty little tongue of yours.

Simultaneously, both Shouta and Hizashi slow their thrusts to something less intense. Pulling out oh so slowly and then driving back home with one sharp snap of their hips, making sure that you would feel every single inch of their movements inside you. It's just as agonizing for them as it is for you, but if it gets them what they want then so be it.

You hate yourself for what you are about to do, and you hate them even more for forcing you into this situation. You tell yourself that you have no choice, that you're only doing this out of self preservation. If you don't, it will take even longer to stop, and in the end, breaking your vow to not give in is more preferable than letting them break your spirit entirely. After all, you tell yourself, it's not like this will change anything, you still despise. And when they realize how little things have changed come morning, you hope that the looks on their faces will be worth this.

Squeezing your eyes shut tight as tears brought on by both shame and sexual frustration fall down your cheeks, you manage to speak. “P-Please… please fuck me harder, m-make me cum… I-I want you both to fill me up w-with your cum and paint my insides white… J-just do whatever you want… End this already! Please! Please! Please!”

They're only whispers, each phrase leaves your lips combined with a broken sob, but they echo in the ears of the two deities and it leaves them vibrating. The sound of your soft pleading voice begging them to ravish you breaks what little self control they have as they roar in victory, pistoning their hips even harder than before, making you scream and thrash in wild abandon.

Shouta releases your arms in favor of holding your hips in a near bruising grip, pounding into your ass with inhuman strength and speed while he looks down on you with possessive red eyes. “Now was that so hard Kitten? All you had to do was ask.” He can't contain his own emotions at hearing you say these things. And while he knows that they basically forced you to speak them this time, he also believes that you'll be saying them on your own by the end. “And since you're behaving so well now, we are going to give you exactly what you are asking for.”

Hizashi wraps his arms around your back, holding you close to his chest as he fucks up into your dripping wet cunt. He is feeling much the same as his counterpart as he thinks, finally, they have made some progress with you! “That's my good girl, your pussy is clenching down on me like a fucking vice, can't wait to hear you scream our names.” He babbles, his speech much less controlled than Shouta’s.

Their cocks are hitting deeper inside your welcoming body with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer towards your fourth orgasm of the night as an endless crescendo of incoherent sounds are forced out of you. You know that this is wrong, that you shouldn't be enjoying this in any way, shape or form. But now that you've started, you just can't stop begging for it. “Please! Let-Let me cum already! I'll do anything, wh-whatever you want!” Even with your release quickly approaching, you're willing to say whatever they want if it means an end to this torment.

“How could we ever deny you when you're asking oh so nicely.” Shouta replies, pulling you back up against his chest so Hizashi can have better access to your clit. Hizashi wears a dirty grin when he hears the sounds you make as he starts to lightly flick your clit, not enough to send you hurtling over the edge, but just enough to make the ache all the more prominent. If you're going to do what he says, he needs you to be so out of your god-damn mind that you won't even realize what's happening until it's too late. “You said you'd do anything to end this right?” Your not even hearing the words, you just know that he spoke and you nod your head without thinking, simply agreeing with everything they say and hoping it's the responses they were looking for.

The two smile at each other knowing that they finally have you right at the point of no return and it's time to go in for the kill. With the blonde adding just a little more pressure to your overstimulated clit, Shouta roars in your ear, “Then scream for us! Scream our names when you cum and we fill you up! Tell us that you love us, how you can't live without us!” He punctuates each demand with a hard thrust of his hips and it takes some serious effort on his part to make sure that the collar doesn't react to his voice. He could easily make you say these things with its influence, but where's the fun in that, he thinks.

His words ring loudly in your mind causing you to hesitate for just a moment and Hizashi is having none of that as he removes his thumb from you nub, “It's fine if you don't say it, I personally wouldn't mind spending a few more hours like this with you and I think Shouta agrees with me.”

That's what does it, the prospect of putting up with this for hours longer and the loss of stimulation to your clit sends you into a fit of pleasure induced madness and in your current mindless state you give in, “I love you! I love you both! Shouta, Hizashi, please let me cum already! I-l need you to cum inside me!” The pressure is immediately returned to your clit, harder than before, their thrusts becoming sloppy and you cum hard, screaming out both their names as ounce after ounce of hot white cum pumps into your clenching body when they too cry out at their release. The sensations hitting you so fast and hard that you fear you may pass out as your entire body locks up.

You're pressed into Hizashi’s heaving chest as the blonde rubs his hands over your back in soothing motions, kissing you wherever he could and whispering in your ear about how amazing that was, how well you did taking both their cocks, how much he loves you. He’s just so happy to finally have you back in their arms, to know that nothing can ever take you from them again.

Shouta has enough sense to untie your arms, letting them fall uselessly to your sides, before reluctantly removing his limp dick from your warm, wet ass. He smiles and feels an animalistic sense of pride when he curiously spreads your cheeks to watch his seed leak out of your still clenching hole and dribble down to mingle with Hizashi’s. It's a sight he plans to see quite often.

Your senses are starting to come back and you can feel all the shame washing over you as silent tears fall from your eyes. You wish more than anything that you could blame the collar for what you had said, but there was no denying that it was all you. You're the one that couldn't hold out and withstand them, you're the one that caved into them, you're the one that begged them to fuck you like a whore. YOU! And that realization kills something inside of you.

You're quickly losing conscience, too tired and spent to really care when you feel them shift you around so that they can cuddle up on either side of you. But you do hear them -you're not sure which one though- when they speak.

“You should try to get some rest before we continue.” Gentle lips kiss your forehead.

You have to force your heavy eyes to open, “W-What… but we-we just… h-how…” You choke out at the implication of those words. There was no way you could do that again. “P-Please… no more… if I have to g-go through that again… I'll-I’ll die.”

The two of them chuckle in a way that leaves you shivering despite how warm you feel. “You didn't seriously think that was all we had planned for you tonight, did you Darling Girl? No, we have so much more in store for you. The night has only just begun. We have so much lost time to make up for after all.”

Fear clings to you as you drift off into slumber. You have no doubt that they will follow you into your dreams as they tell you all the things that plan on doing to you throughout the night. You know that they have every intention of doing whatever it takes to break you and your only hope is that your mind will still be intact come morning.

Not gonna lie, this chapter was even harder to write than the last one and I’m not too sure if it came out making sense in a cohesive narrative. If you have the time, please let me know what you thought!

Please Enjoy!

As always, thank you again to @jadepillar18 for the inspiration on this story and I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

And a special thanks to @lemursqueaks for putting up with my nonsense! lol

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Rainy Night | Pt 6

Tags: Soooooooo, I’m back ! Did you miss me? (Lol) You’re in for a ride with this chapter, SMUT sMuT smut! Jimin!Switch he’s such a giver (that’s all I’m saying), Taehyung is so good for moral support, Yoongi just wants some lovin’, Now Namjoon is getting dominated by no other than our one and only Maknae lol, and lastly Seokjin and Hoseok are such pervs haha

Author: I can’t thank you guys enough for showing this OT7 series so MUCH LOVE ❤️ It’s coming to an end just one more chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it. Please don’t hesitate to come and talk to me about it hah we can fangirl together.

Published: 08/13/19

“Jagi, will you be able to take us?” The question reverberated in your mind. You watched them as they all made themselves visible in front of you.

You instantly blushed. Your eyes had been ignited with lust, and the guys knew you were hungry for them. You propped yourself up on your elbows, and eyed all of them.

“Everyone is just going to have to wait patiently for their turn. Will you be able to do that?” You questioned, slightly tilting your head up to expose your neck.

Jimin gulped at your question, and watched the room. Namjoon, took matters into his own hands and spoke up, “Y/N, if you let us. We’ll gladly take turns, right guys?”

He nudged Jimin, who was on his left side, and nudged Taehyung who was on his right. They rapidly nodded their heads, “Yeah, yeah,” Jimin, agreed.

“Definitely, what hyung said,” Taehyung, added as he swallowed some of the spit that had developed during the conversation.

You giggled at their response, “Well, who wants to go first?” You lay back on the pillow that was behind you, relaxing your body so they could watch you in all your glory. By this time, you were completely naked to the eye. It felt like you were being watched by a pack of wolves not knowing whether to go in for the bite or not.

Jin stood up from the bed and grabbed a side chair that Hoseok had as decoration. He sat down on it, and laid his head back, cracking his neck in the process. “Go on! y/n is waiting.” Jimin was the first to lean forward and peck your forehead. Making the rest of the guys shift to the side, and find a spot where they could watch the action that was happening in front of them. You smiled up at him, and caressed his cheek. “It’s okay,” you whispered so only he could hear you. “I’m yours tonight.”

Jimin blushed at your statement, knowing how he would get, he hid his face in your neck. “Aish, jagi. I’m nervous, what if I mess up?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing his nape and shoulders. “Don’t be nervous, I love you. That’s all that matters.”

The rest of the guys ‘awed’ and giggled. “Y/N makes me soft, Namjoon-hyung.” Jungkook commented, placing his hand on his hyungs bare shoulder. “I know kid, me too,” Namjoon responded nodding his head, with a small smile.

Seeing his friends still anxious, Taehyung stalked over to where the two of you were on the bed. Climbing onto it, he sat behind Jimin and started to rub at his shoulders, hoping to calm the boy's nerves. Taehyung placed gentle, open mouthed kisses on his hyung's neck.

Trailing his lips upward, he whispered reassuringly, “It's okay Jimin-ah. You don't have to be scared. Don't you want to pleasure her?” Jimin's breathing started picking up, feeling Taehyung ghost his fingers down his sides. The younger man smirked, before biting his older friend's lobe.

“Don't you want to fuck her? To finally push into her hot, wet pussy? Feel her walls clamping down onto you, keeping you inside her?” by the end of his sentence, Taehyung had Jimin's thick length in his hand, pumping him slowly. Little moans of pleasure escaped his lips, causing arousal to shoot through you.

Jimin leaned back, grinding his ass on the others lap. Getting completely carried away, the world around them dissolved. They were lost in each other's smell, their touch, their words. Hearing a throat being cleared made them snap their attention to where it was coming from.

Namjoon gazed at them with dark, lust filled eyes, “Jiminie, Taehyungie, aren't you forgetting about someone?” His voice was stern, hands gesturing to where you laid out in front of them. Turning their stare to you, the two of them watched as your chest heaved up and down and face flushed. The sight of your arousal dripping down your thighs caused them to let out loud moans.

“Fuck,” Taehyung groaned, as he caught eyes with you.

“You like what you see, y/n?” Jimin added, quirking up a smirk.

Jimin lightly tapped on Taehyung hand, signaling him to let him go. Tilting his head, he signaled Taehyung to go ahead. You smirked, trying to close your legs, and rub them together.

“Uh uh, uhh, open up jagi,” Jin from the side, instructed, “be a good girl, for us, and you’ll get what you want.”

You gasped at his remark, “Jin!” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows at him.

“I know what my girl likes,” He responded, wiggling his eyebrows back at you. You laughed, “I hang out with you guys too much.”

Suddenly, you felt bites down your inner thigh, while talking Taehyung had taken the liberty to sneak in between them, squeezing your thick thighs. Groaning, at how the flesh changed colors, from white to red.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had gotten so aroused, he began to rub Namjoon’s shoulders again, signaling for his hyung to lay beside you. You tilted your head, and smiled at him, you picked up your hand to intertwine it with his. Namjoon smiled back, his dimples making an appearance. You giggled, and suddenly your breathing hitched.

“Oh shit!”

Namjoon looked down, as your head slid back. Taehyung, had finally taken the courage to lick at your slit. Jungkook, being curious followed his gaze and captured Taehyungs instead.

“Holy shit,” Jungkook groaned, “that looks fucking hot.”

He turned back, and groped Namjoon’s thighs, squeezing them as a breathe escaped his lips, he wrapped his hand around his semi hard cock and began to pump him. Namjoon’s gaze returned to what was happening in front of him, “Fuck, Kookie just like that,” he whined.

Taehyung continued his ministrations on your clit, and with your free hand you dipped your hand into his hair, tightening your grip and pushing him further into you.

“Just like that baby, and y-you’re gonna make me cum,” you stuttered out.

Jimin’s eyes were low and lustful, his high was beginning to submit, and he was turned on. He rubbed at Taehyung's back, leaving little bites on his side. Yoongi not wanting to wait any longer pulled Jimin back, and crashed his lips with his, gaining a moan from Jimin.

Hoseok on the other hand, was amazed at what was happening, watching was the best thing he could have possibly been doing.

Jin, watched with ‘awe’ at everything that was unraveling, “this is fucking great,” he sighed.

His voice collided with the moans and groans that were bouncing off the walls. Hoseok chuckled at what his hyung had said, and made his way towards him, tilting his chin up with his index finger and thumb, Jin looked up and locked eyes with him.

Hoseok smirked and leaned down giving his elder a soft kiss. Jin wrapped his hand around his neck and pressed him closer, taking Hoseok by surprise, causing his breath to hitch.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck,” you moaned outloud trying to catch up to your release, “right there Tae, keep going,” your voice got higher. Taehyung’s laugh vibrated into your core, “oh fuck me!”

Namjoon on the other hand, locked his fingers with yours tightening his grip on you, “right there kookie, keep going,” he pleaded in between breaths. Jungkook had wrapped his lips around his hyungs hard member, sucking at the tip and exuding saliva from the sides of his mouth, he used his free hand to meet his mouth half way as he sucked and pumped.

As if on cue, your core began to tighten, and you tilted your head to the side to watch Namjoon with his eyes closed shut.

“I want to c-cum at the same time,” you squeezed Namjoon’s hand, “Can you cum with me?”

Namjoon opened his eyes and looked at you, “y-yeah, baby. I- I think I can.”

Jungkook hollowed his cheeks and began to quicken his ministrations, from loud slurps to pumping the rest of his length. Taehyung sucked in your clit and began to add pressure with his tongue as he slurped up your previous arousal.

“Oh my god, oh my gooood, just like that Tae!” You moaned out, gripping Namjoon’s hand even harder.

You felt the same tightness wash over you again, Namjoon’s eyes were completely shut, his head thrown back as he felt his soul be sucked away by Jungkook’s entity. While, Taehyung gave no mercy to your pussy.

“Ohhh,” You moaned as you felt your back wanting to arch, “fuck, Tae. Yes! Just like that.” Namjoon focused on your voice and his maknae’s ministrations.

“Fuck, I’m I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna cum.” He moaned out with his husky voice.

You looked at him and nodded, “cum with me baby. Let’s experience this together,” You huffed.

With that last suction, your vision went black. You heard Namjoon yell profanities and release his seed all over Jungkook’s mouth.

You on the other hand had creamed all over Taehyung's mouth, huffing and puffing trying to catch your breath.

Taehyung slowed down his kitty licks off your now sensitive nub, and maintained a slow and steady lap off of your cunt. Placing pressure down upon it with his tongue, he moaned out, “You taste so delicious babe! I can’t believe you’ve been keeping me away from her,” as he finished slurping up your arousal with a pop.

You gasped and whined at the emptiness you were feeling. Namjoon seeing the displeasure on your face, untangled his long fingers from yours and proceeded to place his forefinger and thumb around your chin. Slightly tilting you to face him. His now dark lustful eyes, gazing upon yours. You wanted to shy away but you couldn’t get yourself to look away. He just continued to consume you entirely. You couldn’t help it, he was fucking h. o. t

Without knowing, you were already leaning forward, moving your face closer to his. Namjoon closed the space forcefully, sliding his hand behind your neck and entangling his fingers with the back of your hair. He slightly sucked on it, gaining a soft moan from you. He smiled into the kiss, making you giggle in return.

You surprisingly gasped, looking downwards towards your cunt. You were now witnessing Jimin rubbing his tip up and down and in between your walls. Using your arousal as his personal lubricant. Aligning himself, he looked up trying to see if he could catch your gaze. Failing. He began to push himself in slowly, wondering if that would catch your attention. It did.

You moaned out, “oh fuck,” throwing your head back slowly. Namjoon, confused, looked down noticing that you were now connected with one of his friends, his lover. Namjoon smirked and grabbed Jungkook from his shoulders crashing his lips with his. Taking Jungkook by surprise, making him shriek

Jimin continued to push himself in, feeling your cunt tighten around his hard cock. You groaned, leaving behind nothing but profanities of nothingness. “Oh my god, Jimin.” You felt tingles and stings, sprout from the bottom of your toes to the back of your neck. “Jimin-ah, baby k-keep going! Please!” You begged, almost whining for him not to stop.

Jimin was at peace, listening to your sweet moans and whines. He couldn’t contain himself any longer. He began to pound into you, pushing your knees slightly towards your chest gaining better access to where you needed him the most. Yoongi had gotten a hold of your nipple in between his lips. He lapped his tongue furiously around it, making you arch your body towards his mouth.

“I’m gonna cum. Baby. Ba-aby. I’m gonna c-cum!” You closed your eyes, feeling them roll back. Your orgasm had wrecked you completely. Jimin continued pumping into you until his orgasm hit him like a ton of bricks. Yoongi releasing your nipple with a pop and crashing his lips against Jimins. Jimin whimpering in response to the sloppy and sensual kiss.

“Fucking hell,” Jin and Hoseok, groaned, biting their lips slightly.

To be continued....

[neko-rogers]

Getting Warmer

Synopsis: Being unable to track the trail of the other hunters due to the thick white layers of snowflakes, you devise a plan to take a quick stopover between the crystal covered forest to forget about your numbing body and heat up the moment.

Words: 1543

Forewarnings: NSFW, grinding, make-outs, implied smutty intercourse

A/N: This is for @ne-gans 5k Christmas Challenge! In which I got the prompt “Snowing”. Hope you like it even though it was rather short! 

“I told you we should’ve sticked with them in the first place.” Your dark, worn-out boots plodded through the thick layers of crystal snow which made a mellow crunching sound after every step along the path. The white flakes descended onto your thick jacket while your fingers began to benumb due to being overexposed with layers of ice.

Dean was the one to blame in this situation. After being the reason why the team had split up, you were left accompanying him through the snowy forrest that resulted with the pair of you walking around in circles unable to find anyone even including his brother. If he wasn’t so hard-headed in proving that there was more to this case than mere werewolves or vampires then you wouldn’t be in this situation right now, teeth chattering and freezing to your death.

“Quit being a baby and relax, you’ve been kicked around by supernatural forces in this world and a little snow wouldn’t hurt you at all.” Dean sarcastically replies after stating how much you would kill to go back to the bunker or even just to regroup with the team.

“Well if you weren’t so stubborn and actually dropped your pride for once then we wouldn’t be here and I wouldn’t be complaining!” Fog-like clouds formed whenever you exhaled and you caught glimpses of your breath condense while rebuking the elder Winchester.

You could admit that seeing Dean repeatedly fail to track down the correct route back to the team was already getting tedious, but hearing him presume that he knows what he is doing and that all of that was merely part of his plan was too wearisome − obviously he doesn’t have a clue on what he’s doing, not even the slightest.

Unfortunately enough your cellular device isn’t capable of reaching any signal atop of the mountains, so attempting to ring Sam wasn’t an option. Your bottom lip pushed forward conveying a pout while struggling to keep up with the pace of Dean tramping. “Dean I’m really getting cold. Please do something about this, I’m tired of walking around in circles through the thick snow.” A few seconds you trailed your statement with, “This is hopeless and we aren’t going to track down anything soon.”

But as if nothing was uttered, the elder Winchester ignored your statement and continued on trudging while you strived to keep up with his pace. You could feel yours legs begin turning numb due to the frigid crystals along with the never ending walk of death. A few moments later Dean was already ahead of you by a few yards while your dragged your feet through every step along the snow that swallowed up to below your knees.

“D-Dean,” your voice already trembling while calling out for him.

Your arm extended to reach for him, as if it was going to help, though he was obviously distant now. But Dean did get to look back after seconds of bellowing his name and immediately detecting your pale face and shivering legs. He didn’t waste anymore time, dropping his weapons and everything in hand then rushing towards your body. “Goddammit, Y/N.”

That was pretty much what you remembered before your legs gave up, blacked out and fell into unconsciousness. He continually cried out for your name as he held you in his arms though it seemed you weren’t going to wake up sooner unless your body gets to warm up for the least – the only problem was, how the hell would Dean find anything that could help you in the middle of nowhere, seeing that everything surrounding the pair of you was completely in color white.

The next moment when you awoken was when your body stirred to one side as your back wasn’t pressed against a hard wooden surface anymore, it created a creaking sound as you made any movements. You felt a nice warmth from the surrounding sinking into your skin as your jacket was no longer covering your body and your boots were removed also. Once your eyelids fluttered open, you immediately discerned a dim room with a small blaze ignited across from where you dozed off, it was the only thing keeping the place snug and thermal.

Huh.

Heavy footsteps was heard later on as your anxiety raised, thinking about someone kidnapping you in this area especially since no one could practically locate the endless paths that could lead to a road. You sat up and looked behind you and giving a sigh of relief after seeing the one and only Dean Winchester, eyes fixated on the window but gets distracted after hearing you make a sound.

“Ah, I see you’re finally awake.” Dean’s husky voice sending shivers down your spine as he began ambling towards you.

“Dean where are we?” You worried, looking up at his lofty figure before he got to crouch down and look at you with a lopsided smirk.

“Found this cabin. A few meters away after you lost consciousness due to the snow,” he explains then taking a seat adjacent to you, using an arm to support his weight before completely being seated, with his legs stretched out alike yours, and taking his worn-out winter boots off.

“Look, I’m sorry that had to happen and you had to carry me all the way here,” you apologized yet not having to look him straight in the eye after feeling a heavy guilt atop your shoulders.

“No problem. I should’ve listened to you when you told me you really couldn’t take the cold.”

As you continued to look beneath, you glanced at your hand resting alongside your thighs while seeing Dean’s hand extending to reach yours. Once his fingers grazed over the back of your hand, another wave of shivers went down your spine. His hand felt warm and you were tempted to intertwine yours with his, “Jeez, Y/N, your hand is still as cool as ice.”

“Sorry. It feels so cold despite the flame creating warmth inside the room.”

Dean surprisingly reached for your chin, tilting it up as you got to face with those twinkling green orbs that stood out even in the dark. He gave his signature smirk that turned the entirety of your body into putty; you were falling for that man again as much as you didn’t want to. And his next move left you in bewilderment.

“Then why don’t we make it a little warmer for you here?”

He leaned it without any hesitation and latched his lips against yours. The immediate sting of alcohol dominated your taste buds as you continued to suck against his lower lip. His teeth lightly tugged at your lips, teasing you while continuing to make the scenario steamier.

Dean helped you angle your body, laying flat with your back facing the floor as he was on top of you. He placed his hands on either sides of your body, pinning you down and beginning to sway his hips though expertly multitasking as he was still making out with you.

You couldn’t decipher much if you were enjoying his lips locked with yours while tasting the combination of whiskey and other strong alcohols, or if his protruding erection that rasped against your body was better. Both of his actions made you weaker than your condition already was and you acknowledged that you couldn’t get an upper hand in this, in spite that fact you weren’t complaining of getting dominated anyway.

“Dean, I need you please.” You unfastened your lips with his, resting your palm on either sides of his stubble and relaxing your forehead against his.

Both of your breathings were heavy and rapid as you were already running out of patience. You couldn’t wait any longer as he stripped off the typical raid flannel while your fingers reached for the hem of his green shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his built torso that you could endlessly run your hands over. He then proceeded to unbutton his denim jeans, pulling them down past his ankles along with his boxers. Meanwhile you did the same with your jeans and lingerie, leaving him naked while you were bottomless.

It was a weird feeling though, your body was getting warmer though not completely while Dean’s touch felt cool. His touch sent goosebumps over your skin as he ran his hands up and down your inner thighs, caressing them and leaving you soaker by the minute, creating enough wetness to ease himself into your tight little cunt.

“You sure about this?”

“Please just do it!” Your cries enough for his cock to tease itself over your wet folds before Dean would want to sink into you and feel that taut, warm pussy wrapped around his cock which was perfect in contrast with the snowing weather outside

[aclamclriver]

home alone

you’ve been waiting for this.

the duct tape is clyde’s pride and joy,  and there is nothing in this world that would make you want to take that away.  even if it means odd hours and laundry that always faintly smells like beer,  you know that clyde loves that bar,  and you love to see him there.  the duct tape is home,  just as much as the trailer,  just as much as clyde himself;  you don’t know what you’d do without.

there  are  days,  however,  when you wish clyde wasn’t quite so tired.  days where he comes home,  and flops straight into bed,  and can’t be roused for a dozen earthquakes in a row.  days where you give him a kiss on the cheek and tuck him in and tell yourself,  tomorrow,  just a little longer.  he’d surely give you what you want if you just spoke up and asked,  but you don’t want him struggling awake for this:  you want him bright-eyed and eager.  so you keep waiting.

and at last,  on a holiday weekend,  where there’s no bars open,  no races going,  and no heists to be had,  you get clyde to yourself.

he wanders into the kitchen while you’re putting away the dishes,  and you shoot him one quick look from under your lashes       the invitation is all but shouted aloud.  clyde doesn’t even finish what he came in to do,  just switches abrupt direction and comes close,  leaning over with his hands on the counter,  caging you in.  

“caught ya,”  he all but purrs,  and you bite back a smirk as you peep up at him,  as innocent as an angel.  

“well,  what are you gonna do with me?”

you can see the ideas racing through clyde’s head like they’re being beamed from a projector;  the glint in his eye you know all too well sparks up into a fire.  in the right light,  clyde’s eyes are a thousand different colours,  but right now,  they’re a dark,  dark shade of lust,  and you are eager to see where he goes.

“haven’t decided yet,”  clyde murmurs,  and one hand comes to rest on your hip,  thumb rubbing in idle strokes on your exposed skin as he looks at you.  “you look so good,  it’s giving me too many ideas.”

you feel a throb of heat between your legs;  tempted though you are to see where those ideas might lead,  you instead lean back on the counter,  one hand smoothing up along the expanse of clyde’s torso,  just slow enough to feel his muscles twitch in anticipation beneath your touch.

“well,  while you decide on that,”  you say,  and you firmly press on clyde’s shoulder to reverse your positions       him leaning against the counter,  you facing him,  and your other hand caressing the zipper of his jeans.  “i’m gonna go ahead and get started.”

you don’t give him time to answer;  you unzip his jeans and undo the button as you sink to your knees,  and clyde stutters on a sound that might be a gasp,  or a moan,  as you fish his cock out.  you watch his face as you slide your fist along his shaft,  smiling at the expressions that move from startled,  to stunned,  to damn near  desperate,  all in the space of a few seconds.

“oh,  shit       ”  clyde breathes,  and you smear your thumb over the bead of precum from his already hard cock.

“do you kiss your wife with that mouth?”  you ask,  trying  (  and failing  )  to sound stern.  in answer,  clyde lets out something between a laugh and a sob.

you don’t waste time with teasing any longer,  merely hollowing your cheeks and taking him in to the hilt.  when the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat,  you hold him there       gulping around him,  demonstrating just how good you’ve gotten at swallowing him down over the while.  your hands,  meanwhile,  roam circles over his thighs,  nails scrapping along the delicate skin close to his cock,  and then running over his sac.  clyde twitches with every touch,  his breath coming in short,  staccato gasps as he watches you;  when you pull back and let his cock drop from your lips with a wet pop,  he  moans,  knees buckling slightly as you run your tongue up the length of him.  

“oh,  fuck,  sweetheart,”  he babbles,  his good hand fisting in your hair and pulling lightly       just enough to have you look up at him with your doe-eyed gaze,  your smile hidden by the ministrations of your mouth on his cock.  “oooh,  fuck  ...  god fucking  ...  i-i-i swear to  gOD       ”

his voice hitches up sharply as you lave your tongue over his balls,  dropping a quick kiss on the sensitive skin before you resume your attentions to his cock.  he’s throbbing in your hands,  desperate to cum,  and you drop another kiss on the tip of him before you’re back to sucking on him like a dessert.  you’ve barely gotten the chance to resume your ministrations when clyde suddenly steps back,  his legs trembling.

“get up,”  he says,  voice hoarse,  and you comply in total bewilderment       only for your unspoken question to be answered as clyde tugs your shorts off with almost reckless abandon,  and hoists you up onto the counter.

“clyde!”  you gasp as you feel two fingers slide through your folds and into your cunt,  curling  just  in the right way for you to buck your hips into his touch.  “i wasn’t       mm!       i wasn’t  f-finished -!”

“baby,  if i don’t get in you right now i’m gonna die,”  clyde answers,  voice shaking,  and he spreads your legs wider before the tip of his cock is slipping up your slit,  and he’s thrusting into you.

you lean back as best you can,  your elbows bearing most of the weight as clyde grasps your hips in hand and thrusts hard,  knocking the breath from your lungs.  his hair is already scraggly with sweat,  and he sets a fast pace,  his thrusts penetrating you at just the right angle to see stars.  you spread your legs wider,  one hand coming down to rub at your clit,  and clyde lets out an appreciative sound,  his good hand moving up from your waist to slip under your shirt,  and cup your breast in his hand.

“fuck,  baby,”  he says,  nearly  snarls,  and you feel yourself practically gush in response.  “your pussy is always so good,  so good to me  ...  i’m gonna make you feel good too  ...”

“you do!”  you gasp,  fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit as clyde thrusts himself in to the hilt and grinds his hips against yours.  the reaction is sudden,  your orgasm bursting like a dying star,  sending shockwaves down your body until you fall back onto the counter with a small crash,  your body suddenly too heavy to support a moment longer.  as you convulse around him,  clyde’s thrusts become faster,  his movement sloppier,  and you know,  from the gasps and pants he’s making,  that he’s about to cum.

“cum on my face,”  you say,  and the look clyde gives you is part shock and part intense,  intense  arousal       you’ve barely lifted yourself back up again before clyde pulls out and,  with a grunt,  shoots pearly ropes of cum across your face.  you close your eyes just in time,  but as clyde heaves a breath,  you poke your tongue out to catch a drop,  opening your eyes in time to see clyde’s look of utter adoration.  

“darlin’,”  he starts to say,  though he breaks off with a quiet moan as you drag a finger through the cum on your face and lick it delicately off your finger.  “god  ...  fucking  hell,  baby,  you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“i certainly hope not,”  you reply primly,  and clyde laughs,  his hands already back to roaming over your body,  anywhere he can reach.

[floreant-dendritae]

WARNING: CON ARTIST

This is a warning to any potential employer, coworker, friend, or romantic partner of a woman that goes by the name of Savannah Renee Bollenbaugh/Hoke/Chiasson. She said she grew up in Illinois and her birthday is February 12, 1988.

Savannah was my partner in management at a restaurant, roommate to my boyfriend and I, and a close friend. We first met February of 2018, and this is my firsthand experience with this human.

When she was hired at the restaurant I managed, she was supposed to be my partner. We grew close as friends within a month and that's when the lies started. She told me a story of sexual harassment, and claimed she felt unsafe at work and unsupported by our superiors in the accusation. It is important to note she confessed to me that she asked our superiors not to take action at that time. She told them she would tell them when she was ready, meanwhile she was contacting a lawyer and the Equal Employment Opportunities Commission. At this time, she began encouraging me to leave my position with the company citing disapproval from our superiors, a general dislike of myself, and their desire for me to leave on my own.

My boyfriend and I moved in with Savannah in April and it was at this time I discovered the severity of her drinking habits. Our apartment was never without a case of Bud Light Lime or a bottle of fruity vodka, which had to be replenished every other day. She left her position with the company the weekend of May 5th- I was home that weekend severely sick, she had bars to visit in a nearby town and decided to call in sick then never return. She remained in contact with her lawyer over these last few months making plans to sue for millions. Meanwhile, she never asked the company to formally address the situation internally.

I left the company in June and the three of us moved nearby to a trailer owned by a friend. She began dating a 19 year, who, ironically, was related to the supervisor to whom she initially told of her harassment complaint and requested it be kept private.

To this day, I believe her boyfriend was in on everything from the beginning. That is only an accusation and I have absolutely no proof, but I struggle with coincidences regarding millions of dollars.

It was around this time she started a job managing another local restaurant, from whom she stole both liquor and food that she brought home. I have heard rumors of cash larceny from that company as well but I have not seen proof. She took over the management position from a woman who was moving away and happened to have a house she needed to sell fast. We lived in this trailer until July, when she claimed to have settled her lawsuit against the company for $5 million and buy a house- the previous manager's house. If you're still with me- good job and thank you :) now it's time for the sociopath to shine.

Savannah is a mother and divorcee, the number of marriages has yet to be determined but we thought only one- her daughters' father. After "winning the lawsuit," Savannah planned to bribe her ex-husband with cash for full custody of her daughters. Her daughters would be moving in with her soon so she needed a house, but not any house- a gorgeous 4,000 square foot mansion with a hot tub, in-ground pool, and six-burner Wolf stove (that comes into play later). The money would be coming soon, but she needed help with bills until then. So in July, we move into this mansion with Savannah, her boyfriend, and 4 other friends from the area- one of which was her boyfriend's younger brother and Savannah's side piece.

Fast forward to September and her daughters "arriving soon."

I will add, there was some things that happened in this time that I believe is not my right to share, but I can say it involved two bottles of vodka, Savannah yelling, "CUNT!" in our gated community for 5 minutes straight, and everyone except myself leaving after threats from Savannah of physical harm.

She also had a "friend" come visit from home who was supposedly just a friend from high school. While he was with us for three days, he revealed he was actually an ex-husband. No one believed him, Savannah denied it, and everyone dismissed him as a liar.

September comes, her daughters should be moving in soon but Savannah has not asked anyone to leave. Instead, she confides in me her plan to tell our roommates the sale didn't go through so "everyone" had to leave, and that my boyfriend and I can stay to help. We are friends, after all, and she would need help being a single mother.

On the morning of September 19th, 2018, I was the first to wake up in the house so I went downstairs to make coffee. As soon as I left my bedroom on the second floor, I could smell gas. I woke up my room mates and they turned off the gas, but Savannah, her side piece, and his dog were gone. It was about 7:15am and Savannah was rarely gone before 9am, and never left early without letting everyone know ahead of time (we often had to rearrange the 6 vehicles between the 8 of us so she could get out).

They get home after a couple hours, claiming she had errands to run. She was surprised about the gas leak and said she called the gas company who would be arriving soon. Later, she said they found the leak and would be back to fix it but that the electricity would have to be shut off. This was not true, she had not paid our electric bill from the time we moved in and knew it would be shut off on the 20th. I know this from the previous homeowner, who's name the account was still in and who was responsible for the $2,000 bill we all racked up.

After the gas leak, she claimed to be frustrated with "all the issues" with the house so far and no longer wanted to buy it. She said the gas leak would give her the right to back out of the purchasing agreement with no penalty, and everyone had to move ASAP because when the owner found out, "she will call the police and have us arrested for trespassing." Everyone began packing and looking for somewhere to stay.

That night, September 19th, 2018, Savannah came home and told everyone her ex-husband and daughter had just been in a car accident. He was dead, but her daughter was holding on in critical condition. She was leaving immediately to drive like 5 hours to the hospital they air lifted her daughter to.

The next day, her daughter was determined brain dead and they would be turning off her support machines. She would be gone for at least a week to take care of all arrangements, so we were tasked with packing, moving, and storing all her belongings until she returned. We were friends, she was experiencing one of the worst things imaginable, and I wasn't about to let her lose her family heirlooms as well.

Two days later, her story completely unravels. One of our room mates reached out to Savannah's ex-husband's new girlfriend to confirm the accident. Instead, she spoke with the ex-husband, and daughter, on the phone who confirmed our suspicions.

Not only were they both alive and there was no accident, Savannah has a history of lying for personal and financial gain. Before leaving her daughters and moving 7 hours away, Savannah claimed to have cancer and held a benefit for herself. I was able to locate the Facebook page for this event where she lies about working three jobs to support her daughters and never asking for help from anyone.

Savannah had not seen her daughters in two years, their fathers' (different men) have sole custody and I hope that is true to this day.

I am doing what I can to help our previous employers beat her lawsuit, which was legitimate but hasn't entered mediation yet.

I have not seen or heard from Savannah since September 21st, 2018, though I am grateful for that.

I kept her belongings for 30 days, at which point I sold or threw it all. I spent two weeks cleaning the house for the homeowner, after Savannah trashed it like everything else in her life so far.

In the process of cleaning, I found the “gas leak” in the line in the cupboard just under the 6-burner stove. There was a circular puncture hole about the size of a screwdriver, and there was yellow paint flakes from the outside of the line on the bottom of the cupboard. There is no doubt the hole was made intentionally so I filed a report with local police.

The last I heard, she was living in or around the Kansas City area with her boyfriend and working at another restaurant.

Thank you for reading this far, if you've never heard of this woman I hope this was at least mildly entertaining. If this name sounds familiar, beware. I’m not saying don’t give her a chance, just watch your back and don’t let your guard down.

And Savannah, if you're reading this, I wish you all the strength in the world to get healthy again. I hope this is a story of a woman who no longer exists, that you have moved on and got your life on track, no one deserves to live their life in misery. Happy Anniversary

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Kiersten White: Bright We Burn (The Conqueror's Saga #3) | Lara

Haunted by the sacrifices he made in Constantinople, Radu is called back to the new capital. Mehmed is building an empire, becoming the sultan his people need. But Mehmed has a secret: as emperor, he is more powerful than ever . . . and desperately lonely. Does this mean Radu can finally have more with Mehmed . . . and would he even want it?

Lada's rule of absolute justice has created a Wallachia free of crime. But Lada won't rest until everyone knows that her country's borders are inviolable. Determined to send a message of defiance, she has the bodies of Mehmed's peace envoy delivered to him, leaving Radu and Mehmed with no choice. If Lada is allowed to continue, only death will prosper. They must go to war against the girl prince.

But Mehmed knows that he loves her. He understands her. She must lose to him so he can keep her safe. Radu alone fears that they are underestimating his sister's indomitable will. Only by destroying everything that came before--including her relationships--can Lada truly build the country she wants.

Claim the throne. Demand the crown. Rule the world.

“She was a dragon.She was a prince.She was a woman. It was the last that scared them most of all.” 

Lada has gotten everything she ever wished for – Wallachian throne. After terrible childhood and many years of living as a hostage, she fought and killed her way to the top and claimed a title of Prince of Wallachia. But, ruling a country is far different and harder than just taking one. Soon, Lada establishes a system of absolute justice in order to get rid of all forms of crime. Since ruling isn’t just killing and leading battles, she soon misses her younger brother and his diplomatic skills and wants him at her side. Meanwhile, Radu has moved back to Edirne to escape Constantinople and horrors he witnessed in the months during the siege. He is being eaten up from the guilt of leaving Cyprian, Nazira, and Valentine, who have disappeared and haven’t been heard from since the day of their escape. Radu is doing everything in his power to find them, but it’s like they’ve disappeared to thin air. As time passes by, he gets a letter from Mehmed saying he misses him, and despite all Radu’s confusion and mixed feelings, he cannot say no even if he wanted to. So THIS IS WHAT I CALL A FINALE OF A TRILOGY This book is exactly what I needed. It’s like all the things I loved in the first two books combined with things they lacked. And it. Was. Amazingggg. I was swept off of my feet and stabbed in the heart and died and then came back just so I COULD FINISH THIS BOOK. I don’t know what I expected after two slightly monotonous-ish books, but Bright We Burn is certainly going places. Such a thrilling and shocking finale, full of love and betrayals. The plot was packed with action, plot twists, battles and unresolved conflicts that go back to the childhoods of our mc trio. Stakes are getting higher and the real game is on – a game between two rulers when there is much more than just their lives they might lose. I was genuinely impressed and surprised with every battle and all those strategic traps and political schemes from both sides. Although I kind of knew how are things going to end for certain aspects/characters I was still surprised and kept on the edge of my seat for the whole time. “I heard she is giving land to anyone. Can you imagine? No family name, no boyar line. She gives it to those who deserve it. So I hope she never marries. I hope she lives to be a hundred years old, breathing fire and drinking the blood of our enemies.” I would die a thousand deaths for Lada Dracul. If I ever thought she could not get any more badass and amazing, I was so terribly wrong. Since she got the throne, she became the most amazing anti-hero I’ve read about recently. She got her throne and she will do everything to protect her country and her people. She turned Wallachia into a community full of loyal people with the ideal – people who want to fight back and stop being used by those who held the power. I got the chills every damn time Lada did something shocking – like that battle where she destroyed like the third of Ottoman forces, or when she left a pleasant surprise in Tirgoviste – how do you fight someone who is always two steps ahead of you? She went extra way just to spite Mehmed, and she did it with style. I don’t think there is anything that can piss off an emperor more than his ex-lover kicking his ass. Yes she was ruthless, yes she as cruel, but she was a dragon and she was fighting for an ideal – seemingly small and unimportant country managing to stand against the most powerful empire in Europe. My heart was breaking for all the losses she endured and the way she started feeling even more alone towards the end. She became such an important part of my heart in these weeks I was reading this trilogy and I won’t be able to forget about her for a while. “She would walk into that tent, and she would stab her first friend, her first lover, her only true equal through the heart. She did not want to, she found. But she would do it anyway. It was what Wallachia needed, what it demanded, and Wallachia came before Mehmed. It always would. It had to.” Radu officially became the lamest character in the history of literature. He finally started to pull away from Mehmed, but still remained a traitorous little cunt who simply cannot do anything for his sister. His “peaceful” ways and inability to actually choose anything made him whiny and weak, and I couldn’t stand his traitorous ass for more than 2 seconds in a row. “I know your brother’s past. And I know that he can still find happiness even in the darkest of circumstances, because his faith sustains him. What sustains you?”“The blood of my enemies.” These three books were a great ride – one I didn’t expect to like so much. It got from good to great and I can’t wait to get to know more of White’s work.

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‘Choosing Sides’ Part Nine - Mixer Number Four

@hifftn makes a special cameo appearance ;p

Miho didn’t mess around when she arrived at MPD. She signed in and made her way swiftly, and with familiarity through the corridors until she and Chiba were in the right area.

She smiled at a few members of 1st Unit who looked at her with faint interest, but their expressions quickly turned to disdain when her real destination became clear.

The strong smell of coffee met the pair, along with Kirisawa who immediately rose from his seat and beamed at Miho.

“That was fast,” he grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile back at him.

Of all the men she had met working in consultation with the MPD, there was no one nicer than Lieutenant Kirisawa Hiroshi.

“Who’s your friend?”

Of course Chiba was still in his uniform, so at least it was clear where he’d come from.

“Chiba Daisuke, meet Lieutenant Kirisawa, the driving force behind 2nd Unit’s exemplary record,” Miho said, introducing the pair, and Chiba snapped a sharp salute.

“Cadet Chiba,” Kirisawa nodded, but then looked back to Miho with a serious glint in his eyes.

Now he was all about business.

“The perp is a real monster, and I hate having to give this to you, but it looks like he kept a journal of his attacks,” Kirisawa explained, handing her a thick file. “Pictures, thoughts, plans, reflections – all in English, and all in chicken scratch.”

It was then Miho realised something as she glanced around the room.

“No Hanai or Eiki?”                                      

“In the US doing some cross-continent collegiate collaboration,” Kirisawa replied.

“Then I suppose it’ll have to be me then,” Miho stated, taking the file.

“Righto, well I reserved conference room 2B for you,” Kirisawa directed, motioning with his hand, but when Miho turned, she didn’t step forward.

Though she didn’t see, Kirisawa cringed at her back.

“Monopolising Miho’s time again, Hiroshi?,” Nomura questioned, grinning confidently for all the world like things were peachy.

“Deputy Chief,” Miho acknowledged with a shallow nod, and suddenly Nomura looked dramatically wounded.

“Ouch,” he muttered, clutching one hand to his chest. “Just a title?”

“Deputy Chief?” Chiba echoed, surprised and totally separate from the conversation despite standing at Miho’s side.

“What do you want Nomura?” Kirisawa dropped with usual harshness, glaring at Nomura over Miho’s shoulder.

“A matter of pressing importance,” he declared, but his expression didn’t reflect the statement. “I need one or two more girls for…”

“I am not going to another of your single’s mixers,” Miho denied flat out, but her tone was not acerbic – in fact, to Kirisawa’s ears at least, she sounded a little guilty.

“Another?” Chiba repeated with growing bemusement.

“It wouldn’t be a freebie,” Nomura insisted, moving toward her with slow, casual steps, hands dug into his pants pockets. “A little birdy told me you could probably use some quality endorsements.”

For few seconds Miho closed her eyes and exhaled a slow breath, and when she opened them, Nomura filled her field of vision.

“Imagining something lewd?” he smirked, brimming with bravado she saw right through.

“I… didn’t think it was right to ask you, all things considered,” she admitted, her voice much lower and quieter than before. “And I don’t think it’s right for you to trade me something that could hurt your reputation.”

“Do you plan on making a mess of things?” he asked, still beaming like she hadn’t made herself his enemy.

Again.

Miho heard the word again though Nomura hadn’t uttered it.

“Of course not,” Miho frowned, a little defensive.

“Then come to the mixer and reap the rewards,” he instructed with an untroubled shrug, then peered around her to Kirisawa. “See you there.”

“What?” Kirisawa blinked, shaking his head. “No you won’t, I ain’t going.”

“Aww come on, you promised!” Nomura exclaimed.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, poor Chiba watched the interaction completely lost.

“The hell I did!” Kirisawa retaliated, and Miho took the opportunity to skirt around Nomura and head toward the door, giving Chiba’s sleeve a tug as she did.

“Come on, we have work to do,” she hissed.

“Yes Ma’am,” Chiba affirmed agreeably, keen to remove himself from the strange three-way.

“Hey Miho,” Nomura called, and with grit teeth and tight jaw, she looked back. “7pm tonight, the usual place. Dress cute.”

Usual place.

How many usual places did she have exactly?

“Fine,” she sighed. “But only if Kirisawa goes.”

“What’s Hiroshi got that I don’t?” Nomura pouted, and this time, the unspoken edge in his gaze reached its mark.

“I’ll be there,” she said quickly, and made her retreat into the corridor.

“You’re not seriously checking out her ass are you?” Nomura’s voice trailed them out, but Kirisawa’s denial – if there had been one – was inaudible.

“I’ve never been to a single’s night,” Chiba said slowly as he followed closely behind Miho.

“Well, the Deputy Chief is always looking for volunteers, so if you’re interested you should ask him,” she responded – detached, frowning and staring ahead but not really focusing on anything.

“I couldn’t do that!” Chiba coughed. “I mean, he’s the youngest deputy chief in the history of MPD right? I’ve heard he graduated a year early and still got accepted, even though applications that year were more than any other time.”

Chiba talked, but Miho didn’t really hear him. She walked, mechanically, muscle memory taking her to the correct conference room, and there she spread out the materials of the file Kirisawa had given her.

“Holy shit,” she breathed, frightfully awoken by the graphic nature of the images she saw. “Kirisawa wasn’t kidding.”

“Is this…” Chiba began, his eyes crinkled with open distress.

“Yeah,” Miho agreed, wanting to look away, but transfixed by the horror.

Each page was a colour copy of part of the suspect’s journal, a catalogue of malicious intent and follow through, of abuse and violence, degradation and humiliation. It made Miho’s stomach turn – it was certainly the worst she had ever seen in her time consulting with the MPD – but she had a job to do.

“Okay well, let’s get started,” she directed. “I’ll take the back half, you take the front. We’re here to translate only, not dig around for clues, so just transcribe. Anything you get stuck on, just ask.”

With a strong nod, Chiba sat and affixed a studious expression on his face, and Miho did the same.

There was so much anger on those pages, so much brutality, that she just knew she’d be haunted by it all for some time. In an attempt to block it all out, to remove herself from the cold and slimy touch of this hideous manifesto, she tried her best to switch off all emotion. She floated above herself and all the nasty content of that file, and scrawled with her pen almost unconsciously.

“Instructor,” Chiba prompted after they had worked in silence for some time. “I, I don’t think I can read this word here.”

Dropping her pen, Miho rose and stretched, before looking down at the messy scribble Chiba was pointing to.

“Cunt,” she read out in English, but it didn’t seem to register with her young counterpart.

When she provided the equivalent in Japanese, completely unembarrassed, Chiba’s eyes stretched open to their limit, and his face glowed so brightly Miho could almost feel the heat radiating from it.

“A pretty unpleasant word,” she nodded, glancing over the rest of the derogatory sentence. “Small men like to use it against women because they think that what society considers such a sharp an ugly word can actually inflict harm; a coward’s attempt to compensate for gross inadequacies.”

“Wow,” Chiba murmured. “That was like… some kind of profiling dictionary or something.”

This broke the tension, and Miho laughed.

“I know what I said before, but it’s hard isn’t it, to not get emotionally involved with stuff like this?”

“Right,” he agreed, then squirmed a little in his seat, suddenly more self-conscious than when Miho had so plainly blurted out one of the most universally taboo words. “So ahh… are you going to go to that mixer then?”

It was such a segue it caught Miho off guard.

“I mean, if you don’t mind me asking, it’s not my business but… what is it you need the Deputy Chief’s endorsement for?”

“I don’t need his endorsement,” she said a little too quickly, oversensitively, and Chiba didn’t fail to notice. “Uh, I’ll go, but I’m not interested in that kind of thing.”

“Because you already… I mean of course you do,” Chiba bumbled, and despite the disjointed nature of his stammering, Miho knew what he was asking.

Namba had warned her.

“You’re my aide, Chiba, so I’ll tell you I don’t have a partner,” she revealed plainly, keeping her expression mild. “And no amount of mixers I’ve been to, or will be dragged into in the future, is likely to change the fact I’m not interested.”

Crisis averted.

Chiba attempted to conceal how crestfallen he was, but made no further inquiry into Miho’s personal life. They continued to work through the horror until all but a few pages were translated.

“I’m going to need to see the originals for these ones,” she declared as she rolled her shoulders and glanced at her watch. “Shit, how the hell did it get to six already?”

“That explains my stomach,” Chiba chuckled reservedly. “We must have really been in the zone to skip lunch like that.”

“Okay that is definitely enough for today,” Miho decided. “Head back to the dorms.”

“Will you be all right getting home, Instructor?” Chiba asked a little shyly.

Nice kid; shame he’s so young.

“Thanks for the concern Chiba,” she smiled kindly, though she did wonder if that was only encouraging him. “But I’ll take a cab; I really have no time to spare.”

With a little more encouragement, Miho convinced Chiba to leave without her, and she gathered up all the files and slid them into her bag. Groaning to herself, she navigated her way out of the MPD building, flagged a taxi and made it home in record time, but even rushing through the beautifying process, she still arrived at the location of Nomura’s mixer late.

“Here we go again,” she sighed, adjusting her pencil skirt slightly before walking in.

More than a few inside stopped their discussion to look at where she loitered just inside the doorway, but Miho’s gaze washed over them until she found Kirisawa sitting in one corner.

He had a vice-like grip on his beer and a complicated expression that Miho found simply adorable.

“Hanging on for dear life?” she smirked, sliding into the seat opposite him.

Kirisawa didn’t answer, but tipped his chin at her, looking a little relieved.

“You came,” he noted – duh. “Didn’t think you would. Guess you really want that endorsement, huh?”

“Okay that was a little hurtful, Kirisawa,” she frowned, but wasn’t all that serious. “I told him I’d show, so I’m here, and yes, probably no small part due to guilt,” she huffed in continuation, but leaned down to her bag and retrieved the file. “However, I really came to give you today’s translation.”

“Already?” he blinked, taking the A4 envelope and placing it beside him out of sight.

“Chiba and I got on a roll,” she shrugged, “but there are a few parts I couldn’t quite make out in the scans, so I’ll have to come back to look over the originals.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Kirisawa nodded. “Thanks. Looks like you and your aide make a great team.”

“Don’t you go there too,” she muttered in exasperation.

“Seriously,” Nomura broke in, coming to stand behind Miho’s chair. “If you two just squirrel yourselves away together over here, it defeats the purpose of being at a mixer.”

“I’m okay with that,” Kirisawa pointed out, saluting with his beer before taking a big swallow, and Miho laughed.

“But I’ve just been big-noting you to Jazz from Archives,” Nomura enthused, “and she is dying to meet you.”

“I definitely need beer,” Miho admitted getting to her feet, forcing Nomura to take a shuffling step back. “Possibly whiskey too, lots of it, to wash off the filth of that journal.”

Without even looking at Nomura she headed to the bar, and before she had even reached it, a pretty woman Miho half recognised from MPD – the aforementioned ‘Jazz’ - had taken her seat and was eagerly introducing herself to Kirisawa.

Wryly Miho chuckled as she ordered her beer, but her mirth was short lived as she too was cornered by a couple of men who introduced themselves as Yoneda Toshitsugu and Takei Izumo, a lawyer and doctor respectively.

Having promised to attend, Miho made an effort to be pleasant and engage in meaningless social banter, but as the night drew on, she felt a familiar weariness settling into her bones.

“Hey, that’s my only tie,” Kirisawa grumbled, as the woman from earlier gave it a tug and he was jerked forward a little.

Clearly they had had a skin-full, the pair tottering unsteadily as they walked, but despite Kirisawa’s protest, he was grinning like a drunken idiot and enjoying the most agreeable sight preceding him.

He’s a big boy, let him enjoy and regret.

That’s when Miho caught Nomura’s gaze.

“Miss Fujiwara?” a surprisingly charming civil engineer urged, trying to draw her attention back to him, but Miho’s response trailed off.

“No, no thank you,” she murmured.

You left him.

And yet, heat began to rise in her face as Nomura’s stare dragged her back into a memory.

Mixer number four…

Miho didn’t know why she kept allowing Nomura to suck her into attending his little shindigs – actually, if she was truthful with herself, she knew exactly why. But the Deputy Chief was what he was, a man in a playboy costume, masking the seriousness of his outlook on life with the demeanour of a man who was serious about nothing.

It didn’t take a genius to see it, and yet it seemed like most were oblivious. Getting involved with a man like that was trouble, and Miho was sure she didn’t have the time, effort, or right to change him into something more wholesome.

Yet, there she was, fourth time around playing nice with a bunch of men looking for wife material – because he’d asked her to.

“If you scowl like that, you’ll scare them all away,” he smirked, sidling up to where she sat on a stool, and leaned back against the bar.

“You know, my father used to say that to me,” she laughed, tucking a long strand of hair back over her ear.

“Tell me you’re not saying I remind you of your father,” he begged, exaggerated in his revulsion. “Because it wouldn’t do for father to be having thoughts like I’m having, about his own daughter.”

Miho had just taken a sip from her glass of wine, and was unable to keep from spitting a fine spray of shiraz all down Nomura’s front.

For a few seconds they just stared at each other, frozen – Miho in dismay and complete mortification, and Nomura in disbelief.

“I am so, sorry!” she exclaimed, grabbing a few napkins from the bar and beginning to pat at his chest like that could win out over the staying power of red wine stains.

“That has got to be the least sexy response I’ve ever received,” he announced, still a little dazed by her reaction.

“I… you…” she stuttered, fumbling for some kind of explanation or excuse that could exonerate her. “You definitely caught me off guard,” she managed finally. “Oh, you need to soak that in cold water right away or that shirt is a lost cause.”

“Eh,” he shrugged, readopting his usual superficial countenance, “I have others.”

“No really,” she insisted, taking his wrist and dragging him toward the restrooms.

Shaking his head in amusement, and shrugging at the eyes that followed them, he allowed her to lead him to the female toilets, where she paused to peek inside.

“Okay, it’s all clear,” she exhaled, a little breathless, before pulling him in. “Take it off.”

“Did you just…” he half queried, though he knew what he’d heard.

“You want to save the shirt or not?” she scowled, now, it seemed, more concerned about the shirt itself, rather than his reaction to it being ruined.

Assertive.

“Since you requested so nicely,” he responded, shrugging out of his jacket before beginning to unbutton the suffering vestment.

The moment it was stripped from his body, Miho plunged it into the sink full of cold water she had prepared, and began swishing it abut furiously.

So focused on her task was she, that she didn’t even notice Nomura closing in behind her in the mirror’s reflection, and only looked up when he had leaned against her back and placed both hands on the sink either side of her.

“If you wanted to get me out of my clothes,” he grinned into her hair, “you could have just asked.”

“Ahh, Nomura?” Miho exhaled slowly. “What are you?”

What a stupid thing to ask – you know exactly what he’s doing. Pay attention!

The feather-light touch of his lips against the top of her shoulder as he pulled aside her collar, sent an unexpected shiver down her spine, much to Nomura’s delight.

“So there is cute under all that audacity,” he breathed against her skin, before gliding his tongue up her throat to just behind her left ear.

“Audacity?” she chortled, wriggling around to face him – but he didn’t retreat, gave her no more room, and did not lift the arms that trapped her against the sink. “You’re hardly one to talk.”

“So, let’s not talk.”

Continue to Part Ten - The Train... And The Park... And The Office... *NSFW*