#we shall get him to the top come hell or high water and thats on god

[thesherrinfordfacility]

this bronze medallist dilf has never missed doesn't miss and shall never miss

[swtki]

My Game - Spencer Reid x Reader

This is a part 2 to Teachers Pet

SUMMARY: After Y/Ns little test, she takes Dr. Reid up on his offer. She also takes him back to the apartment. 

WARNINGS: 18+ CONTENT, SMUT, FEM READER, PROFFESOR-STUDENT, TEACHER REID, ORAL (FEMALE RECIEVING), PENATRATIVE SEX, SEMI DOM-SUB

It had been three days since Dr. Reid emailed me. I hadn’t texted him yet, too afraid of not knowing what to say. When I pulled that little stunt at his desk, I expected nothing to come of it. Just seeing his cute and pink face was enough of a reward. But it was obvious to me in the days following, he wanted to cross his finish line.

My phone sat comfortably in my hands, the series of numbers lining the top of my screen. I had not an inkling of an idea of what I would say. Should I go casual? Professional? Sexy? I mean, did anyone ever know how to aproach their crush?

Y: It’s Y/N, sorry I took so long. I’ve been kinda busy.

S: No worries, I was beginning to think I had read the room incorrectly. What are your plans for Saturday night? Theres a great Italian restaurant next to where I’m staying in DC.

Y: That sounds wonderful, actually. I’ll meet you there at 7?

S: Perfect.

I reluctantly pulled my figure from the sofa, and soon eagerly jumping into the shower. When the water hit my face the entire day melted away, and left only the anticipation of that night. I felt so special, I mean I was living my most vivid fantasies and not every woman gets to do it with a genius professor.

With my makeup carefully applied, and my dress matching my shoes, I started down the stairs. As my heels made a clicking noise, I started to feel a familiar flutter in my stomach. I was nervous; First date nervous. Though I had met him many times, and most recently met his body with mine, the event of a first date was a pâté of emotions.

The door of the restaurant was cold against my hand. I didn’t expect a high end dining experience, and when I walked in the entry way I was glad it wasn’t. The entry way was filled with cozy items. The faded rose pattern on the wallpaper complimented the display of family photos.

“Excuse me, I’m looking for a tall brunette man, it was a table for two.” I said to the hostess. She paused for a second, tapping on her tablet as she checks the current table descriptions.

“Ah yes, party of two for Reid?”

I confirmed and she led me through a hallway to our left, which led into a small dining area. The room walls were a burgundy color, illuminated by the candle sitting at the head of each table.

I thanked the woman as I walked toward Spencer. He looked a tad bit cleaner than usual, his hair was combed and tucked away behind his ears.

“Oh, here let me get that for you.” He rose from his seat and rushed over to the chair across from him.

“How gentleman like, Doctor.” He laughed and we both took our seats.

“Please, call me Spencer.” His form was more relaxed than it usually was in class, giving him a calmer and peaceful demeanor.

Dinner progressed, a glass of wine was nursed, and he insisted on paying our check. Though I had been on dates before, this felt like my first real adult date.

“How did you get here?” He inquired as we stepped onto the rough parking lot terrain.

“I took a cab, I’m thinking I may catch the train though.” I said. His mouth spread into a displeased expression.

“Nonsense, please let me drive you home. I would hate for those statistics we learned last week be applied in this manor.” I laughed and rolled my eyes. I hesitated to answer for a moment, instinctually I looked down and shifted my weight on my feet. The thought of him driving me home could end up in a number of ways; Mostly good. But, if I did take the train, it would end in a few ways; Mostly unmentionable.

“Alright, since you asked nicely.” His cheeks grew red as he avoided eye contact with me. I knew right then where our night would likely head.

“Would you like to come up? We can have a drink if you aren’t hell-bent on going to sleep before nine-thirty.” I joked with him.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to feel forced into anything because I know that theres a certain expectation when-“

“Spencer, if I didn’t want to fuck you, I wouldn’t have asked you up.”

Sure, having to say it in blatant terms is less than sexy, but thats what I adored about our dynamic at that point; I led the relationship.

I leaned into my fridge, purposefully bending over so my skirt lifted to show my ass.

“Well...fuck,” I said, “As it would turn out, someone stole my wine bottle and filled my fucking vodka bottle with water.” I stood up and shut the door, walking over to the counter inches away.

“One time I took the drink turn when it came to our friend-team-dinner-night, the bottle was forty dollars, which granted is the cheap wine more or less. To this day I still have no idea who stole the bottle, because I wanted to take it home.” Spencer reminisced. I laughed at his unusual way of trying to understand.

“Wasn’t really mine to begin with,” I started walking over to the sofa where he patiently sat. “I’m not of legal drinking age. But of course it tastes better when its forbidden, everything does.” I stepped in front of the man, his knees only an inch from my shin. "Can I touch you, Spencer?” I said in a soft voice, the lids of my eyes relaxed in a sweet shift.

“Y-yes.” He gasped, obviously so turned on by the way I stood over him, in power of him. I threaded his hair through my fingers and tugged back, pushing his head as far up as I could. His eyelids fell and he was no longer looking at me.

“Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see everything.” He opened his eyes, his irises were colored with lust and desperation. I connected our lips in a long a sweet kiss. Rather than just having a mess of tongues, the kiss was filled to the brim with emotion, of pleasure that this was happening again. His lips were slightly swollen when I pulled away to unbutton his shirt. While I fiddled with the garment, he put his hands on my hips firmly.

“Can I- can you sit on my lap?” he asked, a red tint forming on his face. I smiled and obliged, sliding his shirt off of his lean torso. I started kissing him once more, this time I made sure to press my dripping panties against the large tent in his trousers.

“Would you like to take this to the bedroom?” I ask,hands resting comfortably on his neck.

“Please”, I stood and laced our hands together, leading him to my bedroom. Once we both entered through the doorway, I pushed him onto the bed, he fell softly.

I reached my hands behind my back to unzip my dress, as I felt it fall past my legs and onto the floor, I saw his eyes scan every detail of my body.

“One might say you were planning this.” He eyed my matching lace set.

“Wanted to make sure Spencer Reid had the best.” I replied, climbing on top of him so that I would be straddling him. I felt his hands connect to my waist as we kissed, his hands were warm and excited me even more. He pulled away, quickly pressing his lips to my neck and collarbone. My breath hitched in my throat as he bit down lightly on the skin. “Lets get these off, shall we?” I motioned to his pants, which had to be killing him right now. While he does that, I reach into my drawer and retrieve a condom, laying against the plush material of my pillows after I set it down on the table.

He gets on top of me , pressing his lips with mine as he rubs the back of my bra, signaling he wants me to take it off. I ,of course, reach back and unhook it, tossing it onto the floor. He grabs my tit while dancing his tongue with mine, making me more wet than I thought was possible. Usually, these actions signified a need for control, but when Spencer did it, it was like a desperate sixteen year old boy. Its clear he needed me.

“Can I...” he nods down to my cunt, still covered by the thin material of my panties.

“Can you what, Spencer?” I lace my fingers in his hair and pull, earning a soft groan from the man hovering over me.

“Can I please eat you out?” He begged. I smiled and pushed his head down, spreading my legs when his face met my stomach. He started by taking his thumb and rubbing over my clothed pussy. I bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. “Is it okay for me to take these off?” His eyes met mine, searching for confirmation. I smiled and nodded, moving my hands to stroke his hair rather than tug at it.

As his fingers latched onto the last piece of fabric that covered me, instinctually I pushed my hips upwards. He looked at me, silently asking if taking the garment off was still okay. When I bit my lip, a rose hue covered his face. He was flustered by me, by the escalation of us. But nevertheless, he slowly pulled off the last piece of modesty I had.

To re-assure him, I lightly tugged at his hair. Thankfully, he took the hint and licked a long stripe on my clit. My voice was caught in my throat as he continued making flat-tongued movements. I felt his hands slowly wrap around my thighs, pushing my heat into his face more than it already was.

He devoured me without hesitation, but when he pulled away for air he replaced it with two fingers and then when my stomach tensed and my eyes rolled back into my head, he used three. I finished with his mouth sucking on my bundle of nerves and his fingers buried inside me.

“Do you want to keep going?” He raised his head up and his thumb stroked my thigh, which he was still grasped onto.

“Yes, God yes please, Spencer.” I whined, the high fading away. He stood up off the bed and removed his strained boxers. He was beautiful; His lanky form was now a lean masculine type. I smiled at him, to which he obviously thought he was being laughed at. He couldn’t make eye contact with me, resulting to the floor instead. “Spencer,” I crawled towards the edge of my bed and placed my hands on his shoulders, “You are so gorgeous, the reason I’m smiling is because you always hide it in those sweater vests.” he relaxed.

“Thanks” he mumbles, still avoiding my eyes.

“Now please, come back here and let me take care of you.” He climbed back onto the bed while I rested against the pillows. He was nervous, and obviously he wanted to do it right. I could see his hands shaking as he unwrapped the condom and put it on.

“You’re sure?” He asks, the tip of his cock resting on the top of my inner thigh. He was easily six inches, my hand could probably wrap around and be too small.

“Yes, please fuck me.” He slowly inserted himself into my dripping cunt, causing me to let out a lewd string of words. Once again, my hands flung to his hair and tugged harshly, causing his arms to almost buckle beneath his own weight. I could feel his pelvis against mine, his muscular bottom torso pressed up against my clit. “Move, baby, its okay.” I reassure him. His hips pull away from mine, then snap back with a nice pressure. He quickly started to pick up his pace, small grunts escaping through his clenched jaw. “Do you like the feeling of your pathetic little cock inside my cunt? I bet you feel like a special little bitch now.” I moaned into his ear. “Well, are you going to tell me how much you enjoy my cunt?”.

“God, yes! I love it so fucking-“ his moan paused the sentence and he focused on getting his movements right.

“So fucking what? Go on, finish the sentence baby.”

“So fucking good, I love being inside of you so much!” He was practically whimpering in pleasure.

“Be a good boy and make me cum all over that pretty little cock of yours?” I struggled to contain my moans, I could not fall apart this quickly.

“Yes I will!” His fingers reached down to rub my clit, impressively keeping a steady rhythm. I felt the knot in my stomach becoming hotter and hotter as the minutes passed by.

“Oh my god, such a good- oh my god!” my eyes rolled back into my head as the impact of my orgasm was full forced. When my head cleared, I tugged on his hair, pulling his head so he could look me in the eye. “Gonna cum soon? Are you going to cum all inside of me?” his thrusts got off beat, he was close.

“Yes, I’m gonna-“

“Ask permission to cum, Spencer.”

“Can I please cum inside of you? Please?” He whines.

“Of course you can, baby.” With that he makes a strained moaning noise and his hips slowly stop moving. We’re both panting, while he flushes the condom I walk into the bathroom next to him. I turn to the shower and twist the hot water knob.

“We might as well get clean together, yeah?” I said.

“Yeah.” he smiles and kisses me once more.

[athys-obelia]

summary: the non dysfunctional!imperial family au hcs no one asked for 😳👉👈

character/s: anastacius de alger obelia, claude de alger obelia, athanasia de alger obelia, jennette de alger obelia

here's part 2 :)

let’s set our stage, shall we?

first of all claude n anastacius’ dad is dead coz we don’t like him at all ew

so ana is the emperor, and claude is his heir presumptive (aka he’s got the strongest claim to the throne rn, but this can be changed by the birth of someone who has a stronger one - ie, anastacius’ child who would be the heir apparent) also bc “i know my mom and i gave u lots of childhood trauma that you prlly won’t be recovering from because therapists aren’t a thing here but here’s a crown you might get to make it better”

claude’s in a position where after the birth of ana’s kid/direct descendant, he’s gonna be given a duchy that athy should inherit after him while still retaining the title of prince

but after hearing of diana’s pregnancy, ana tells her and claude he doesn’t really plan on having children and wants to make their future kid his successor

he basically reserves a spot for their child in the directory and rather than announcing anything publically, anastacius names her athanasia after the sex is confirmed

then this mf obviously pulls a clown move and gets penelope pregnant and complicates things, ultimately naming her jennette, finding the name fitting - ‘god is gracious’

and really, what could be more evidence of god’s grace than the child he’s now fathering, when he thought his legacy would be ending with him?

anyways!!!

so since athy and jennette are born near the beginning of ana’s reign, both claude and anastacius are wayyy too busy trying to bring back the empire from the literal brink of bankruptcy and a possible war to really spend time w their kids

it’s alright, though!! lily is hired as athy’s nanny, while jennette gets kiel’s mom as hers

they all still live together, though obviously the main palace is for ana + jennette while claude + athy are in a separate one

this 'separate one’ is ruby palace after ana dismisses the concubines and he definitely 100% did this on purpose, and whenever he’s summoning claude he’s such a shit about it and goes about it the way you’d summon a deadass concubine

on a separate note, it’s surprisingly claude who visits athy first - he’s seen her here and there with lily but hasn’t ever had the chance to spend time w her. but now it’s almost been a year since athy’s birth (or diana’s death), her first birthday is fast approaching, and he is drunk

lily is a reallyyyy light sleeper and enters the nursery upon hearing someone inside

she doesn’t expect to see the prince standing above his daughter’s crib, a strand of her golden hair between his fingers as he just…stares at her

she approaches quietly, curtsying in greeting - he’s too absorbed to notice, and after a few minutes of silence lilian tells him, “babies can get lonely too, your highness.”

he glances at her then, confused. “how?” he really can’t understand how this girl, who can’t even speak yet comprehend something like loneliness

“princess athanasia is very responsive to her surroundings, much more than children her age usually are,” lily says, “and i like to believe children are able to tell when their parents are with them.”

he scoffs - what a foolish thought. still, claude sits by her bedside, and before he can register it, he’s taken over by sleep

the next night, claude makes his way towards the nursery and stiffly asks if athy could sleep beside him for the night - it’s fairly late, but lilian allows it

he’s gone to the main palace too early the next morning for athy to be awake, but she spent about two minutes tops worrying about the strange surroundings, saw the shiny chandelier and fancy bed and decided yes, she doesn’t mind this kidnapping

this becomes somewhat of a regular occurrence soon enough, and sometime that week she wakes up in the middle of the night with her nose pressed into something soft and literally falls off the huge ass bed at the realisation that this something soft is actually her papa’s hair (you just know that hair smells great i mean uh-)

this mans wakes up and peeks at her on the ground, reaches out to grab her from the front of her nightdress (he swears it’s exactly how he’s seen lilian do it) and plops her back onto the bed

she backs up OBVIOUSLY, you don’t just wake up with a random ass man in your bed and just vibe together?? lee jihye is dying but he glares at her for disturbing his sleep and athy pulls her act together in 0.000001 secs as claude pulls her closer and goes back to sleep

as athy grows, claude starts allowing her to visit his office during the day until it becomes a sort of ritual - he’d have tea and milk prepared and she’d come, sitting somewhere completing a puzzle or sum while he works

mans nearly tears down the entire imperial palace the day she doesn’t show up until he finds her in the garden, teaching jettie the 'proper’ way to hold a teacup during tea parties while lilian and roger’s wife, vivian, watch

athy emotionally blackmails asks him to join the tea party, so half an hour later, anastacius finds his brother sitting on the grass with a plastic teacup that athy’s filling with hot water as she lectures him to learn to fix his posture from lily so he can sit like a “proper dignified lady”

so in the beginning, jennette actually ends up spending more time with claude than her dad. though one day, the brothers are in the audience hall when athy runs in with felix running after her telling her not to run (there’s a shit ton of guards surrounding anastacius so felix has orders to be with princess athanasia when claude is with ana)

anastacius is used to this sight, and watches, smirking at his brother’s subtle smile as athy offers him this wonky looking flower crown - claude accepts it wordlessly, and ana wants to slap his ass to sanity, who wouldn’t thank their kid when they do adorable things like this??

but then they hear another voice, and in comes jennette with vivian not too far behind her. now jettie has a much cleaner looking crown in her hand, but she glances at her father’s elaborate and beautiful crown all embedded with gems and glittering and then at the one she’s fashioned out of daisies

she's always thought she was much like her uncle - jennette was so fascinated by the plain daises, they weren’t flashy but caught her eye all the same - while athy was shiny and bold like her dad

but now she’s second guessing her choice, how could she make such a simple crown for her dad, the emperor??

claude sighs from beside anastacius and literally picks off his brother’s crown before tossing it towards a very tired felix

athy urges jennette forward, and with a bright red covering her entire face she offers the crown. jennette glances at her uncle for comfort before muttering, “for papa”

anastacius.exe has crashed

this blushly, embarrassed, and apparently talented at flower crowns kid was his?

long story short he forgets to breathe or react and jettie thinks he hates the crown and hates her and won’t ever like to see her again so she starts getting teary

claude pushes his brother’s head down before athy can be convicted for murder

ana 100% almost faints when her tiny chubby fingers delicately place the crown in place, he’ll never admit it but he closed his eyes and almost hugged her instinctively as she shyly adjusted some of his bangs around the new headpiece, muttering, “papa pretty”

jennette rushes back to her sister, who’s glaring daggers at the emperor

anastacius tries to smile to calm jennette a bit and maybe look nice enough for his niece to not kill him in his sleep

right well kiel becomes the royal playmate for both the princesses - athy has her classes with him since she’s advanced and honestly they’ll be going back forth with infodumps one minute and he’s teaching her to make paper airplanes the next

(she writes notes on the paper airplanes the next time she’s in claude’s office and flies them towards him, stuff like, 'does uncle cius also snore loudly like papa?’ and he gets seriously offended like a pissbaby)

jennette first met kiel when he was visiting his mom - vivian had to leave for a bit and she taught him a bunch of flower names and their meanings in the meantime - he makes sure to research a new flower every time he visits her, and brings her a bouquet of said flowers she always knows them but never says anything coz she doesn’t wanna hurt his feelings and he gets so excited as he tells her about their meanings it’s so cute

speaking of jennette - claude and ana may seem worlds apart but they’re at the same level of emotionally constipated

ana watches his brother and niece interact and he craves that, an unconditional, timeless love that can’t possibly be tainted by ulterior motives or the like, but he just doesn’t know how to approach little jettie

it seems easy enough - she’s a smiley, sweet girl and theoretically would be friendly if he is to approach her

but gods he’s just so ashamed - such a sweet babe grew without either of her parents and he doesn’t have an excuse because holy hell, even claude is close to athy

he’s being served food in his chambers when he asks the maid about jennette, and she tells him how among her first words was 'love’ and the brunette would just stroll the palace pointing at people and declare “love you” and watch their face light up

thats so CUTE OMFG

his jaw is touching the floor when he’s told that his daughter knows the names of every worker within the palaces

at this point he’s honestly questioning whether this child is his at all

he’s absolutely horrified at the realisation that this maid, who doesn’t even work in jennette’s part of the palace, knows more about her than he does - hell, he hadn’t even asked vivian to keep him updated on her growth, what right does he have to stick himself into her life now?

now, the maid quietly suggests starting with something small like inviting jennette to tea and

of course he goes about it the wrong way??

poor jettie thinks she’s being tested by the ruthless emperor on her etiquette and spends the entire day practicing with claude after athy guilted him into it

she’s so nervous in front of her dad that he honestly feels even guiltier, and anastacius hurries to grab her hands in his to calm their tremble as she reaches to serve him tea

she apologises lmao and he’s just so flustered himself that he orders for her to sit down and instructs her through a few deep breaths

as she calms down, ana serves her the tea before asking whether girls her age even drink tea

she says no and you can literally hear the crickets

he slides the cup he’s poured for her over to his side before gesturing towards the deserts (it was claude’s daughter-luring pro tip) on her side

“you look like you read a lot,” ana says, before asking whether she’s been reading anything interesting lately

“i don’t, actually,” she tells him shyly

anastacius laughs at how of all things his hate for books is what she got from him - and only when jennette chuckles does he realise that he said that out loud

he lets her go around her bedtime, feeling rather… energized? he doesn’t know how to explain it, but it’s a good feeling

he’s busy again the next day, but has an aide send her flowers - the same ones she had put in her flower crown for him

yes lucas is still sleeping in the palace, yes athy still finds him

so athy sees the flowers from uncle cius and is enraged, literally walks up to her uncle and demands he leave jennette alone if he’s only gonna break her heart by neglecting her

and so we have fifteen minutes of the emperor of obelia stuttering as he explains himself to this seven year old

smfh his cluelessness reminds her of her own dad and she takes pity on ana’s suffering soul

the next morning, to give him a chance to redeem himself, athy asks all four of them to have breakfast together - they accept the invitation, and despite an awkward start, the meal seems to be going well

peace is not written in this family’s fate however, and this is where the first coughing up blood thing happens

ohhhh the palace staff almost gets massacred that day

athy’s limp body is moved to jennette’s room since it’s the closest - lily bursts into tears at the very sight of her princess, jennette refuses to eat or drink until her sister can, felix hears his heart break, claude is barely holding himself together

ana is livid - who dares poison a member of his family? what has he even done to earn the privilege of calling these girls his family, when he can’t protect them, at the very least?

claude absolutely refuses to leave her room and finishes all his work right outside her door, lest she wake up in pain again

anastacius can’t keep his own anxiety about jennette at bay, insisting she sleep with him as long as claude stays with athanasia - he can tell she’s drained, and she ends up sharing some of her worries late at night. he soothes both her worries and her cries, letting her curl up into him despite it being a rather uncomfortable position

the family is thrown into chaos again once they realise it was never poison, but athy’s own magic that caused this

aka when chibi lucas drops by and voodoos her back to 100%, everyone legit starts worshipping the ground he walks on - he saved their precious princess!!

ana insists on making him athy’s royal playmate after hearing she isn’t fully healed yet

what does this give us? well, a very very early lucas vs kiel

since they’ve both got the title of royal playmate, they constantly argue on whether being the future duke alpheus is a better title than the future royal magician

the girls are always dragged into this - athy always takes kiel’s side to avenge blackie, and jennette likes kiel too, but the young magician sir saved her sister!!

so.

when vivian passes away due to an illness, it’s like roger is an entirely different person

jennette + kiel + athy all help with the funeral preparations since she was a mother/aunt to them all

felix seems to be paying extra attention to kiel

it isn’t long after this that roger decides to send him to arlanta for his studies, leaving behind two disillusioned princesses

athy spends her time viciously studying to stay ahead of arlanta’s curriculum, while jennette takes an interest in cooking

(athy tries and fails spectacularly; lucas laughs at her and jettie accidentally serves him his favourite food too salty to be edible)

a/n: this would be the first of the two parts, so stay on the lookout, hope y'all enjoyed n have a great day <3

edit: part 2

[heyitsyn]

Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

--

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears 

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

---

natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

[cheoljuul]

can i rq top 3 kinks for svt too🥺

hi!! ily for asking this... this is probably going to be even better than the nct one because i have stanned seventeen for almost 5 year hehe. also since there is so many members, i might only do like 2 kinks for some,,,,,,

ask and you shall receive ...

top 3 kinks of ... [svt]

SEUNGCHEOL ::

thigh riding

cockwarming

lowkey daddy kink

explanation :: ALERT ALERT : THIS IS MY ULTIMATE BIAS.  child... anyways so.. just take one look at cheol’s thighs and you will understand. he loves laying on a couch or bed and facing you while your bare pussy rides his clothed thigh. he loves to follow your rhythm , grinding down with you, hearing you beg for him. sometimes when youre watching t.v. and your sitting in his lap, he will motion for you to face him and straddle on his thigh. he will pretend he’s watching the television but really all he can think about is how to prepare you for him. seungcheol is an intimate man. he loves feeling close to you so naturally, one of his biggest kinks is cockwarming. he will see how long you can last without grinding down, asking for more of him inside you. i said lowkey daddy kink because i think he is a little embarrassed to admit it. he would bring it up one day and ever since then it would not stop. its kind of corny but you saying “ yes, daddy” absolutely melts him. 

JEONGHAN ::

mirror sex

begging

explanation ::  jeonghan is a cocky mf. he loves to be in front of the mirror and just watch you be completely ruined by him. loves to fuck you in the bathroom, whether its a bath, shower, or in front of the mirror on the sink. one thing he loves even more, is to listen to you beg. anywhere. sometimes he will tease your entrance with his cock and make you say “please.. please, please, please...”. 

JOSHUA ::

morning/sleepy sex

body worship (giving and receiving)

joshua loves waking up to find you half-naked. he loves to wake up and find one of your hands on his inner thigh and the other hand in between your legs. he loves the lazy , slow, not in a rush to come, type of fucks. slow strokes, letting him feel your warmth. however, if youre being extra needy and he finds you humping a pillow , he is a little less gentle. another thing he loves is to just tell you how much he loves you and your body, and of course he wants to hear it back. he wants to be kissed everywhere, told how loved he is, and he wants to moan your name when you kiss his sweet spot on his collarbone, and only your name. 

JUN ::

rough sex

biting / marking

one night stands

explanation :: jun is a sucker for few things. fewwww things. and one of them is rough sex. he waits until youre ready, of course, but when you finally tell him you want him to be rougher, and a little less careful ,hes more than ready. if he is in a relationship with someone... he wants everyone to know that you are his, and his only. lets say you were supposed to go on a little public swim date.. well the night before he was leaving hickeys everywhere, your neck, collarbone, thighs, and breasts. and he doesnt care that people see. because you are his. when hes NOT in a relationship one way he likes to relieve stress is to fuck. not even to masturbate, but to fuck. he likes the no strings attached type shit. the one night stands where you never see each other again. 

SOONYOUNG ::

oral (giving)

overstimulation (giving)

hair pulling

explanation :: king. king of oral. the best in seventeen without a doubt. loves to kiss his way up to your clit, and then start slow, making you orgasm for as long as humanly possible. loves to taste you , probably his favorite taste in the world. loves overstimulation, doesn't really like to receive it. this boy is a giver. he will put off you having to do anything to him for as long as possible, until youre begging to suck him off. loves to give you at least 2-3 orgasms in one night, sometimes even more. he also really enjoys hair pulling, pull on his hair even a little, and he might just flip you around on your stomach and then he will be pulling your hair. 

WONWOO ::

face fucking

jealous sex

lingerie

explanation :: before you and wonwoo even had proper sex, he asked you sit on his face. it was more of a demand than a suggestion, because truly all he wanted was your thighs on both sides of his face. and hes pretty damn good at it too. hell, he moans while youre riding his face because he takes so much pleasure out of it. now, wonwoo does not like hate sex, he doesnt even like saying “i hate you” but he IS very jealous. and you’ll tease him, but then, you will not be able to walk for about 36 hours. he will fuck the thought of you ever teasing him in public again, and you love it. another thing he loves, is lingere, black, lacey lingerie to be exact.

JIHOON ::

dry humping

quickies

explanation :: jihoon loves clothed sex. for some odd reason he finds clothed sex almost as good as real sex, sometimes better. and when he sits in his studio chair and youre both relentlessly dry humping each other - he feels ... at peace. he thinks in his mind , dry humping is just like real sex just without the hassle of taking off clothes and cleaning up. another thing he loves is a good quickie, whether it be right before practice, after practice or anywhere in between he loves to have the feeling of him inside of you without all the teasing. bonus :: bend over in a skirt without any underwear and he might just fuck you on the spot.

SEOKMIN ::

thigh riding

loud moaning

explanation :: once again , thigh riding, but unlike cheol, he is less gentle,  less coordinated and more desperate and needy. he would do anything to hear you. he loves hearing his name, loves hearing you gasp, loves hearing you say “right there.” its his favorite. and he is a very vocal person too, slowly becomes louder and louder and more high-pitched as he reaches climax. (bonus:: lowkey size kink.) 

MINGYU ::

oral (receiving)

over stimulation (giving and receiving)

aftercare 

to keep it simple, mingyu loves feeling your mouth around his dick. he loves the eye contact, the slight hair pulling, loves feeling your mouth and hands around him. bonus points if you kiss his thighs. another thing he loves is to be over-stimulated and to overstimulate you. he wants to keep going until both of you dont have anything left in you to give to each other. and this. I live by. he is the king of aftercare. runs a warm bath, gets you a glass of water and towls. he loves seeing you shaking and sweating and he would do anything for you in a heartbeat.

MINGHAO ::

passionate / romantic sex

markings (giving, mainly)

minghao is SUCH a sweetheart. he literally struggles to have one night stands without catching feelings. he loves to whisper little “i love yous” when you makeout. he craves familiarity. he craves your scent, your touch, your warmth. he wants cuddling to turn into passionate, loving sex. and he wants it to end that way too - back to cuddling and saying just overall sweet shit to each other. another thing he loves, is marking you. he loves leaving hickeys where only he can see, mainly on your breasts. bonus :: he LOVES to have his nipples played with. 

SEUNGKWAN ::

praise (giving and receiving)

toys (giving and receiving)

first of all , i think kwan has the prettiest moans in seventeen - aside from the point tho. he loves being told hes doing a good job, that hes doing whatever hes doing right. you saying “ that feels s-so good.” is like music to him, he loves it. he also is pretty to open to you about how much he wants to tease you with a vibrator, im talking like - an hour of straight teasing. and eventually, he works up the courage to ask you to use the vibrator against his cock. 

VERNON ::

high sex

dirty talk

explanation :: you...  can fight me on this, but vernon is lowkey a stoner. he loves to smoke a joint and then instantly he gets horny. if youre one of his close friends thats a girl, he might hit you what that “you up” text. and i mean.... you were up.. and vernon is incredibly sexy. he feels pleasure differently when hes high or drunk and the new and different feeling is bliss to him. and when hes sober (or honestly when hes not, too) he looooooves to dirty talk. he loves to say all the nastiest shit that comes to his head and there is very little filter about what he says. likes to call you his “good girl”. 

CHAN ::

lap dances

fingering

explanation :: giving chan a lap dance is like giving a dog a treat. you give them one, and they want more and more, and eventually they beg for it. he would try to grab your hips and have you grind against him during the dance but you would not let him. he could barely stop himself from just jacking off right then and there ot the sigh of dancing so sexually. and also, though he is one of the more experienced members , i think he is a natural at fingering. we got some thumb on clit, two fingers inside of you type action. and he loves hearing you and seeing you come from just his fingers. 

[eerythingisshaka]

That One Time...

[Yahya Abdul-Mateen II x Jason Momoa x Reader]

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings:  Issa threesome, so...

The sun warms your body as you may across your towel soaking up the evening rays.  Your energy is pulled out of you little by little as you lie there cooking, taking your sun hat off your face to fan it.  

"You gettin hot, baby?" Yahya asks, sitting next to you.

You nod, "Gettin?  I'm already there.  Its stupid humid out here."

Yahya has a bowl of cubed watermelon that you drowned in some moscato, hovering a piece above you mouth.

"Say ah."  

You open up, taking a bite at first.  The added sweetness of the moscato brought the natural watermelon flavor out even more. Yahya waits patiently until you're ready for the rest, with which you grab ahold of his fingers to suck the residuals juices off.

Yahya's eyes buck as your lips pull on his finger, giving his hand back.  

"See, thats why you running hot.  You in HEAT is what it is."  Yahya snorts.

You sit up to look over the waves crashing onto the beach, wiping your brow.  "Maybe so.  Any time I sweat profusely I get horny."

Yahya smacks on his share of the watermelon loudly.  "Well damn, I know you hell on wheels in the summer then.  And remind me to sign up as your workout buddy."

You look at his glistening arms with mountains and valleys of muscle, firm and pronounced chest, with abs you could play hopscotch on.

You scoff.  "Yeah like you need a workout buddy."

"Aloha brother!"  

You and yahya turn to see in the distance Jason Momoa walking across the sand, wind whipping his mane in front of his face.  He whips his hair back effortlessly as he puts his shirt over his shoulder.

Yahya holds his hand out, welcoming him. "My man, what's happening with you?"

Jason spreads his arms wide, showing off his wingspan in a royal fashion

"Enjoyin the surf, sand and sights!  Speaking of, who's your lady here?"

Yahya points to you.  "Yeah this is (y/n).  We've been hanging out for a bit."

You start to get up but Jason holds up his hands to stop you.

"Ah ah,  don't get those feet in the hot sand.  I'll come to you."  He high steps over to you, squatting down to hold out his hand.  "I'm Jason."

You give him your hand, catching your heart with your other as he firmly shakes it.  Strong manly hands, treating yours tenderly is a wonderful contrast you behold as you greet him.

"So I've heard.  Nice to meet you." 

Jason's eyes meet your body for a second before he continues, "You all been out here very long?  Its gonna start to get dark soon."

Yahya responds.  "I think we were about to head inside for some shade and A/C.  Miss Thing over here is starting to melt."  He teases you, running his hand down your sweaty arm.

"It's true, I'm turning into a puddle as is."  

Jason chuckles, pulling at his beard thoughtfully.  "Well we can't have that!  I was hoping to catch up with you though.  If I ain't cramping on you and your lady's style, maybe I'll come by, bring some beer?"

Yahya rubs his hands together.  "Sounds like a plan to me.   We not far, just in bungalow 3 up there."

Jason looks to where he points.  "No doubt.  I'm gonna take another quick dip and see you guys later, aight?"

Yahya gets up as Jason holds a hand out for you to use as he brings you to standing.  You almost fly forward but his grip is steady on your arms.  

"I'll see you in a bit."  Jason says to you, so low you felt your scalp tingle in response.  You nod, picking up your towel and watching as he walks towards the water, rising up his legs to the dip in his back until he is waist deep in it.  He has a solid torso, plentiful mass You can see yourself pushing against.  The heat must really be getting to you for such thoughts keep creeping in.  Yahya and you walk back to the bungalow as the cooler room temperature evaporates the moisture on your skin instantly.  

"Ohhhh that feels nice."  You moan, patting your scalp as you sit back on the couch.  Yahya plops down next to you, laying a hand on your thigh.

“This is better, right?”  He asks, leaning back next to you, sighing audibly.  You feel his fingers working your inner thigh as you relax with your eyes closed.

“Thank God for air conditioning.  I’m liable to go crazy without it.”  

As you become calm, you feel a tickling on your neck, making you crumble away from the sensation.  

“Come here…” Yahya begs as he leans further into you, reaching for the side of your face to hold you still.

“That tickles, Yahya!  Stop!” you laugh hard feeling his lips nibble from your earlobe to your neck.

“I just wanna eat you up.  I’m sorry.”  he says, but he doesn’t mean it.  He reaches his hand to palm the mound of your pussy over swimsuit, firmly feeling for center through it.

You grab his offending arm, holding tight.  “That’s dirty of you.”

You tongue runs circles around your neck, in rhythm with his fingers on your mound until he pulls the material to the side.  Yahya sits up to look at you opening up for him as his middle finger fiddles with your clit.

“I got all this good pussy in my hand and you think I ain’t finna get taste?”  he asks, looking at you as you grab ahold of the pillows behind you.  Your eyes lock with his  as he pushes two fingers into your depths.

He smiles as you gasp under his come hither motions inside of you, keeping your clit occupied with his thumb.

“Aloha!”  You hear a knock at the front door accompanying a familiar voice.  Yahya pulls his fingers out of you quick as you close your legs promptly, pulling a towel over you.  

“Fucking shit!”  You whisper into your hand.  Yahya heads to the front door to greet Jason.

“Hey man, I got the goods!”  Jason says cheerfully holding up a case of beer.  Yahya takes the box, smoothly licking his fingers like he just finished off a Krispy Kreme.

“Thanks dawg.  Come on in.”  Yahya takes the beer into the kitchen as Jason meets you on the couch.

“He pretty lady.  You ok?  Cooling off too fast?”  Jason looks over the towel covering your body up to you chin suspiciously.

You’re still trying to calm your pussy down as you answer.  “Sure, uh, yeah.  Just a little chilly now I think.”

Jason nods, looking away then back at you.  “So you and Yahya get along good then?”

“Swimmingly.”

Yahya comes out with three beers, tops popped and ready to go.  “So how long you out here for man?”

Jason takes a generous swig followed by a belch.  “Just a few more days, then I gotta head back to Hollywood City!”

Yahya nods, taking a sip of his beer, squinting at you nursing your drink.  He laughs under his breath.

Jason looks between the two of you.  “Did I interrupt something here?”

Yahya begins to nod before you say, “No!  I was just cooling off, and Yahya was about to fix me some ice cream to help, right?”

Yahya rolls his eyes.  “Ok, sure.  I’ll get you a spoon.”

“No, I want a bowl, not the carton.”

Yahya looks at Jason.  “You see this?”

Jason beams at you.  “Listen to her man, she means business.”

As Yahya goes to fix your ice cream, you and Jason sit silently.  You finally have some of your beer, setting the bottle on the coffee table.  Looking over at the bottle in his hand, you take a closer look at his arm.  

“I love your artwork.”  You pick up his arm studying the triangles varying in pattern from black ink to his skin.  

“Thanks.  They are supposed to resemble shark teeth.”  

“Aww, these are too pretty to be shark teeth.”  You say, tracing the shapes like you’re supposed to feel them but all you feel is his skin covered in soft hairs, kissed by the sun, protecting a beefy forearm.

“Sharks can be beautiful when people know to keep a safe distance.”

You feel Jason looking at you and put his arm back down when you start to feel hot again.  “I was thinking about a tattoo but I’m not sure what to get yet.”

Jason holds his arm where your hands were.  “Well, I’m sure you can get anything and it’ll look good on you.  Something that will bring attention to your body more than usual is just extra blessings for people like me, right?”

You glug down the beer almost choking on his compliment when you see him smiling wide at you, touching his knee with yours.  You couldn’t believe the blatant flirting as you start to fan yourself, calming yourself down again.

“Ice cream is served, your most high!”  Yahya declares, spinning with the bowl outstretched, giving a flourish with the spoon until he plops it into the bowl.  “Shall I feed you as well?”

You take the bowl from him, making a face.  “No thank you.  That will be all!”

You take a spoonful into your mouth, moaning with content.  The sugary coolness hit all your taste buds just right.

“Can I get a taste?”  Jason asks.

You look at Yahya then him.  “He can get you some.”

Jason shakes his head.  “I just want a little bite, not a lot.  Watching my figure.”  He pats his barely belly as he rests his arm behind you on the couch, sitting up expectantly.

You fix up a spoonful and turn it to his mouth.  He leans in slow until he opens wide, clamping down on the spoon. He holds tight onto it when you tug until it pops out, some ice cream getting on his beard.  You instinctively wipe away the drop off his chin and you notice how close he is to your face.  And you can’t stop stroking his beard.

“Should I give you all a room or…”  Yahya asks with furrowed brow.

Jason chuckles as you bury yourself in your bowl.  “I didn’t mean to.”

“Jason, how long you tryna be here man?”  Yahya asks defensively, taking a swig of beer.

Jason leans back, moving his knees back and forth.  “I mean, I was hoping for a while.  What do you think?”  He asks you. 

You shrug.  “I mean, I��m not gonna tell you to leave.  You’re Yahya’s friend.”

“Eh, we can be friends too I think.  Yahya, you good if I stay a while?”

Yahya scratches his head.  “To be honest, we were bout to fuck so if you not tryna be a part of that, you can go.”

Jason laughs out loud, holding his chest.  “I knew I was in on something.  You didn’t tell me you were about to get some, girl!”  You set the bowl down.

“Despite Yahya being too loud about it, he’s right.  We were kind of about to...yeah.”

Jason leans on his knees, setting his beer down.  “So…”

Yahya looks at you then Jason, and back again.  “(Y/N)...”  he gets up to sit next to you.  “You know how you had that thing you dreamt about once.”

You search your brain for this conversation he’s bringing up.  “I dream a lot, what do you mean?”

“Well it was me and you, and some other dude and we were…”  Yahya peers at you to finish the sentence.

You cover your mouth in surprise.  “Oh my God, are you serious.”  You look at Jason.  “Was this a plan?”

Jason shakes his head.  “Not at all.  Just chance.  Nice dream though.”

Yahya holds your hand.  “Look, I know him, and you both seem like you’re vibing.  So if you like him, I ain’t opposed.”

Jason leans back, turning further towards you.  “I just need an ok.”

You think about this for a second.  The thing about threesomes intrigued you but whenever you see them in porn you can tell it’s about male dominance and their pleasure and the woman is just a prop for their dicks.  You don’t wanna just get pummeled, if this happens, you’re the star.  You look at Jason, taking his beard in your hands once again, pulling it playfully.  He rubs it feigning injury as you then check out Yahya.  You already know he’s ready to rock you.  You sit up and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him with renewed zeal.  His hands snake up and down your back, pulling you into him as your intentions are translated with your tongue.  You pull away to face Jason.  “If we doin this, it’s gonna be about me.  Y’all getitn your dicks wet regardless but I will not be turned into a pulverized melon cuz y’all wanna drill me from both ends to kingdom come.”

“Goddamn!” Yahya gasps in shock.

“Jesus!”  Jason bursts out.  “That’s not what I’m here for anyway.  I only want to see you in your element, however we can bring that out.”

You feel yourself grow anxious as you settle back into the couch picking at your cuticle.  Jason looks cool as ever, eyes in a brooding squint, hair wild from the outdoors.  Yahya just stares at you legs like he’s standing in front of the microwave with 10 seconds left.

No longer wanting to feed the silence you say, "Well I don't know how to start this."  

Yahya smiles, teeth bright and inviting.  "I'll let myself do the honors on that.  Continue where I was before I got interrupted, you know."

Jason holds his hands up in surrender.  "By all means."

Yahya gets on his knees maneuvering himself in front of your knees, kneading the outside of your thighs.   You take a deep breath to control your heart rate, giving Jason a small smile as he sits idly by with his arm around the back of the couch.

You feel Yahya squeeze your legs to get your attention.  "You good?"

You start to massage your temples.  "Yeah, yeah, just nervous."

He leans up towards you, inches from your face.  "I got you.  I'll be here the whole time, you'll be great." He raises his eyebrows, to which you not as he plants a kiss on your lips.  You hold his face, allowing his lips to tenderize the kinks in your mind.  When he pulls back, he looks over at Jason.  "I know he looks like he was raised wild, but he a softie.  You'll wear him out before anything."

As Yahya cackles at him, Jason says, "Alright, that's the last time I wanna know your opinion.  This is her show, don't delay it."

Yahya reaches for the waist of you swimsuit bottoms tugging them past your hips.  You lift up to allow him to expose your privacy, taking his hands to lift one leg up, then the other.  You look at Jason who glances down at you, tucking his lips.

Yahya keeps your thighs in his hands before asking, “You ready?”

You exhale, adjusting your seated stance before affirming.  Yahya dips his head closer to your you center, looking up at you as he opens his mouth.  His soft pink tongue unfurls slowly towards your aching core before finally making contact.  You hiss with pleasure under his gaze.  Yahya studies your reaction as he works his neck, surfing his tongue back and forth between your labia.  He takes one hand to spread your lips further, allowing better exposure of your clit to the tip of his tongue.

His eyes on you the whole time feels invasive but shame does not stop you.  His leer only fuels your inner passions.  You squirm under his mouth work as Jason enjoys the show, adjusting himself from time to time.

“Look at you go, girl.”  Jason mutters with a smile.

You cover your face for a second with embarrassment, forgetting almost that it wasn’t just you and Yahya.  You feel the concentrated suction of your clit, bringing your attention back to the man between your legs.  Yahya hollows out his cheeks, giving your pussy prime attention.  You grip the top of his head to keep him in your right spot, curling your body up as your mouth slacks open in the sudden crash of orgasm ravaging your body.  Your whimpers subside when Yahya finally turns your clit loose, kissing your mound and inner thighs.

“Let me try that.”  Jason offers, giving your inner thigh a squeeze.  

You don’t feel so anxious as before, but the shift in partners makes your mind race.  Yahya sits beside you, wrapping an arm around you and pulling your face to look at him.

“I’m good, if you’re good, right?”  Yahya’s eyes have a sparkle to them that you adore.  His look of honesty is so adorable to you, you forget what’s happening until it happens.  You feel the tickle of his hair on along your thighs before you feel his soft kiss on your vulva.  You watch Jason slowly pull on your inner lips  with hips, softly sucking your juices off little by little. 

“Just as good as I imagined.”  Jason growls, winking up at you as he thumbs your clit. 

You lay your head back, eyes glazing over the ceiling whilst enjoying the feel of his tongue dipping into your opening.  Yahya’s lips suck on your neck as his hand covers your breast.  You use your chin to push Yahya away from your neck and kiss him, twirling your tongue in circles with his.  As you kiss, your hand travels Yahya’s solid cobbled abs and reach into his shorts, gripping his already hardened dick.

Yahya grown into you mouth kissing you hard as you pull him out and begin to jerk him off.  You love the feel of his skin tightening as he grows under your touch.  Licking your hand, you work his tip fast as Yahya grips the hair at the nape of your neck, looking at you with agony.  You lick your lips breathing harder as Jason’s fingers stroke your walls, lapping up your clit as you baptize him.  Your other hand reaches his hair, gripping his tresses like reins as your hips buck toward him while you continue to squeeze the life outta Yahya’s dick.

“Shit, nah, Jason move out.  I gotta get me some of this pussy here.”  Yahya demands, pulling his shorts off.

Jason gets up, beard moistened.  “I could live in that.”

You sit up and give Jason a kiss, licking yourself from his lips greedily. 

“You did good.”  You say, smacking the side of his face playfully, making his whole face smile.  

“Why thank you.  Compliments to the chef.”  

As Jason stands up, Yahya takes a hold of your legs, pulling them to the side so you’re laid across the couch.  

“Turn over.  I want that ass on me.”  You oblige Yahya, turning on your belly and pulling your knees up under you.  As Yahya positions himself behind you, you tell Jason to take his shorts off.  Jason, does so hastily, getting comfortable on the couch again, tugging at his erection.  

“Arch that back for me girl.”  Yahya insists, pulling your hips back to him.  You look back, twisting your hips from side to side.  

“You tryna show off with all this ‘do this, do that’ shit in front of your friend?”  You say.

Yahya smacks your ass with a loud pop, making you straighten up.  Even Jason jumped from the noise.

“Shit!  My bad!”  You say, backing into him some more until you feel him poking.  Yahya’s body looked like carved stone, so solid with the right curves where it counts.  Yahya slides his dick up and down your center, stirring your wetness around and making you seethe.  Your pussy felt sensitive enough for him to just tease you some more.  He plants his hand on your lower back, pushing into you slowly.  You start to collapse under his girth, the pressure of him hitting your G spot makes you lose your cool.  

“Aye, don’t lose that arch on me.  Come on back here.”  Yahya warns you, gripping your hips tight as you feel him pushing deeper.  You sit up on your hands, arching again.  Jason kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands.  

“You are so sexy,” Jason says, kissing your shoulder.  When you meet Jason’s eyes, your tongue meets his, lapping each other up as Yahya works you out.  

Yahya pulls out of you, and back in again, picking up the tempo as you’ve grown accustomed to his fit.

“That’s the pussy I like.  That’s that happy pussy.”  Yahya moans as he stroke your walls vigorously.  You writhe in Jason’s face, kissing him deeply between various curses as Yahya blows out your back.  Once your skins get to slapping, you feel your strength begin to build.  You don’t like Yahya to hold all the cards in this position for long, matching his pace to push your ass back on him.

“Shit, shit.  Chill for a second with that!”  Yahya warns, pushing you body down until it’s prone with the couch.  He hovers over the top of you, rolling his hips into your ass to his you from a ne angle and you feel every inch of that newness.  You break from Jason’s kiss to look up at Yahya hovering right above you.

“You don’t play fair baby.”  You pout.  

“And you play dirty.”  Yahya responds, cupping your jaw to bring your mouth to his as his hips snake himself in and out of you.  Your grip the cushions hard, feeling helpless to his pleasure.  When Yahya turns you loose, he lands kisses all over your ass peppering a smack or two in between.  

“Aight, your turn.”  Yahya lets Jason knows as he strokes himself, collapsing on the free section of couch.  Jason takes your hand, helping you to sit up.

“You think you can handle a ride?”  He says, slapping his thighs.  

You smile as you meander over to him.  “Question is can you?”

You bring your leg over him to straddle him.  Jason cradles your ass on his hands, smiling at you.  You break your cool for a second, almost laughing right in his face but recovering.  

“Cutie, you’re funny.  You’re having fun?”

You nod, looking over at Yahya, who looks amused by you straddling his friend and preparing to fuck him.

“You wanna put it in or should I?”  Jason asks.

You bite your lip, reaching between the two of you for his member.  He felt more than ready to go, moving himself further under you.

“Make sure your seat is fluffed nicely right.”  He says, putting his hand behind his head, stroking your leg with the other.  

Finally you line up his tip to you, inserting him before sitting down on his length.  It was easier this time but the new dick still made you curl your fingers into Jason’s chest.  You watch Jason’s face scrunch up as you slide up and down his dick.

“Fuck, that’s good.  Ah!”  

You roll your hips on top of him, keeping your face stern enjoying having his body underneath you.  His hands search his hair for stability, tweaking over the feeling you gave him.  You take his wrists and guide them to your breasts, inviting him to an additional stimulus for the both of you.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me.  Touch me…”  You moan as Jason filled you out just right to stimulate you, overrunning your ability to function.  Jason’s hands roll from your breasts to the meat of your hips, thrusting himself into you deeper.  He bites his lip as he holds firm to you, your hands hold on to the top of his, squeezing on tight as he smacks into you at full speed.  You collapse on top of him, nuzzling into his chest to catch your brain up with your body.  Jason locks his arms around you, slowly gyrating into you, you feel your clit becoming more aroused.  You moan together as he keeps you clamped down, taking advantage of your pleasure.

“Oh, Jason, I’m cumming, don’t stop!”  You shriek with each penetrative motion, tightening around him.  Your body naturally pushes against his hold but he doesn’t let go.

“Ah you’re so wild.  I’m almost done, you’re taking me there.”  Jason says, grabbing you as he sits up.  He holds your back as you lean away from him, rolling your hips on his lap, gripping him until he can’t take it anymore.  He stands up with you in his arms, plopping you back on the couch before he pulls out of you, spewing his seen along your belly.  You lay back, feet to the sky as he empties himself onto you.

“Wow, just wow.  This girl, man.”  Jason kisses you again, holding himself until he sits himself down by your head.  “You take it like a champ, girl.”

“Come here Yahya.  We not done.”  You say motioning for him to come over, teasing your clit for added temptation.

Yahya eagerly positions himself between your legs.

“You tryna make me jealous over there?”  He asks, running his length along the outside of your swollen pussy.

You shake your head.  “If you felt that way, that’s just cuz your hand’s not as good as me.”  

Yahya chuckles.  “You damn right about that.”  He says as he enters you.

You both moan in harmony giving into lust.  Yahya lifts one leg over his shoulder to dig deeper into you, driving you crazy.  You run your nails into his sides, squeezing tightly into hardened core for stability as his hips slap into you.  You feel his breath on you, tilting his face to yours to kiss him through his stroking, playing with yourself at the same time.  You grip his neck, feeling his heartbeat into your palm.  

“Fuck this pussy, harder baby.”  You say before another wave hits your pelvis, spreading throughout your body, causing you to lose control.  Your legs lock around him tightly, forcing all of him inside you as you scream his name like a pep rally cheer.  

“Ah that’s fucked up.  Locking me in like that.”  He rests his head into your shoulder as he lays his final strokes into you, grunting in your ear.  You feel an overwhelming accomplishment as you feel him spill onto you in the same spot as Jason had, mixing the two cums together on your stomach.

“Baby, you nasty as hell!”  Yahya exclaims, standing over you with a proud grin.  

“That’s a beast right here!”  Jason says with vigor, kissing you one final time where you lay.  “I can’t say enough how amazing you are.”  

You get up slowly with the help of Jason while feeling works it’s way back into your legs.

“You guys got paper towels?”  Jason asks as he pulls his shorts back on.

“Yeah, in the kitchen just take one of those.”  Yahya instructs, pulling his shorts on before planting another kiss on you.  “Did you like it?”

You laugh a little long, clutching your pearls.  “Enjoyed it?  That was a fucking blast, are you kidding?  I think you were trying to show Jason up but I didn’t mind it.”

Yahya sucks his teeth.  “I wasn’t worried about him.”

“‘Oh YoU TrYnA mAkE mE jEaLoUs?’”  you say mockingly.

“Think fast.”  Jason tosses the towel at Yahya.  

“There you go, smart ass.”  Yahya says, cleaning your stomach off.

“I gotta hit the road guys.  Thanks again for…” Jason takes your hand, kissing the back of it, “...an exceptional time.  Call me if you’re up for another round.”  Jason offer, shaking Yahya’s hand as he lets himself out.

Yahya lays across you, settling his face between your breasts.  “I am so tired.”

“My bad.”  You say, smiling when he gives you a look.

“Have you cooled off by now?”  He asks.

You shrug.  “I’m getting there.  But it’s supposed to be hot all week, so…”

A/N:  How many of y’all can tell I have had a horned up week, huh?  If this gets no notes, I deserve it.

[steviethechihuahuawrangler]

A Formal Welcome

So it occurred to me that I just hit the ground running. I didnt look back when I went forward and began posting intimate things onto this wonderful Tumblr. Now that I see I have a couple people following me, I figure I owe you a welcome and thank you for visiting my corner of the web, and I also owe you an introduction to who I am.

I am Stevie. There's the general business of stating that I love blogging about my transgender wife. I myself am non-binary born female and still uses she/her pronouns by default but accepts all of the pronouns...call me any of them but just keep calling me *wink* I also love blogging about mental health, human rights issues, and some spiritually inspiring nuggets I find as well as humor and my interests. I am trying to capture my spirit for you all to see.

I am a rather peace, love, and harmony kind of person. I'm a multicultural beautiful mutt of a human that loves people of all walks of the Earth. I was born into a family that always was just getting by with hand-me-downs and used cars only. We lived rather bare bones-humbly on a farm where my mom had a kaleidoscope of animals that us farm kids fed and took care of for her. I still remember wandering out in large snow drifts with buckets of hot water to thaw the ice bricks in the sheep and cow enclosures so that the poor dudes could have a drink twice a day before they froze in the Midwestern winters.

I was successful in school and graduated in the top ten of a tiny class of roughly 200 or so. I worked hard for it though and suffered a great deal. You see,

I was violently molested by a babysitter when I was in kindergarten. That mixed with my family's predisposition for kicking out babies with bipolar disorder and being the lucky winner of that lotto... made for an interesting dark cloud for a kid to compensate. The abuse I suffered at the hands of my sitter gave me PTSD and DID. Most people are familiar with PTSD, but as for DID...most only know it as multiple personalities. And no... its not like Split or even Sybil, at least not for me. I had an intricate system that worked quietly under the surface. Some of my personas my child-self made were so intricate they represented all the phoenixes that rose from the ashes of past failures. I had male personas, female personas, child personas and adult ones too, gay personas, straight personas.... I had emotions I bottled as personas as well. A total count of 16. 17 if you count the true me.

Wow this is hard to write. Hard to admit but I feel more people must talk about these things. Abuse has horrible outcomes for those who experience it. I feel I need to keep writing this because I need it off my chest and DID is a very real thing.

It had gotten so messy but I didnt even realize that it was abnormal to do it. I thought thats how everyone got through the day.... with 4+ trains of thought chattering at you, remembering things, and feeding your mind with the in formation you feel you need at the time. I didnt realize that it was abnormal at all. Its not something you talk about out of the blue with anyone either. So I had no clue I was a multiple til the ripe age of 33. And in 2 years time with mega therapy from many stellar therapists in Wisconsin, I was able to go through integration of all of my personas, making myself whole again. I essentially made myself my own program when we had the insurance great enough to cover all my treatment. I started with finding a therapist and a psychiatrist and then added DBT group therapy as my diagnoses kept changing as they struggled to find my Dissociative Identity Disorder. I added art therapy and that was the point I finally started making dramatic improvements.

They even recognized it making me a formal mentor of the therapy program I was in. I helped in IOP programs inspiring fellow addicts to get clean while working on mental health goals with them. I started helping others go to their sessions and AA meetings or CODA meetings.

My Lizzy was the one that pumped her blood sweat and tears into funding my nearly daily therapy regiment. Then when my excellent therapist.... DrTwin we will call her.... realized that I was switching personas. She argued with herself a bit on whether to tell me or just treat it without doing so but she told me DID and PTSD were the beasts causing my bipolar 2 to be unmanageable.

Truth be told I cracked down on the seriousness I put towards my therapy efforts because I could see that Lizzy, who then was living a depressed and rage filled male life as she struggled with work was having a hell of a time keeping up with which Stevie would be in the room when she came home. I could see that Lizzy couldn't keep fighting through her darkness alone either. time was ticking and I had to get to a stable place.

Thats when Lizzy's dad got diagnosed with early onset dementia. When I got stable enough I offered the jump to come back home to Illinois to help take care of him since my hernias from my botched surgeries make it hard to work. Lizzy's mom welcomed the help as we didnt find out about the dementia until Lizzy's dad already was in stage 4 of 7. now he is toward the middle of stage 5 but its usually a faster decline at this point. Though we moved quickly and helped for months his care needs began to exceed what 3 adults could do in a 24 hour period. He is now moved into a memory care apartment unit with several other people who he seems to get along with. This leads us up to present times

Where we are currently living as a tripod family with Lizzy's mom who doesn't want to live alone now that her spouse is in his new home. Its Lizzy's childhood home and one day may end up being ours.

As far as Lizzy and I, we've been courtin' since Spring of 2008. We were married in spring of 2010 and since day one Lizzy became my best friend. We met when we were in the throws of our alcoholism amongst other things I had problems with. But lets just say I would have gotten my 8 year chip on the 4th of July. SOBER 8 YEARS and feeling great. Lizzy loved me during all the high spirit days where we went to haunted hayrides and houses. Lizzy loved me when I was laying at the bottom of the tub crying and dissociating while screaming in PTSD attacks. Our life has a pulse not unlike Grey's Anatomy....which dramatic turn shall we take next? Terrible Misfortune or Blissed Out Humor? Only time will tell. But its a beautiful ride in the big picture.

I would love for you to ask any questions or leave any messages! If you want to know more I am an open book and thats why I am writing this blog. I want the world to see me. Welcome to my world! Enjoy.

*~*~*~*~*Stevie*~*~*~*~*