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i really hope y’all realize how important it now will be to get out there and fucking vote to ensure trump does not get re-elected. that shooter just basically handed him the election. the only thing that will stop him now is if enough people stop pussyfooting about voting. do not let this be what puts him back in the white house bc if he gets back in there? you know what’s coming.

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This just made it Very Likely that Trump will win.

It will spike his turnout.

It will revive his support from centrists.

You hate that prospect? You have to vote.

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same my friend….same.

the urge to write about this woman has a chokehold on me daily.

tired of being silent on this: I would love, cherish, and make sweet nasty love to Falin in her chimera form

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I think one of my favourite motifs in farcille is their hand holding tbh because I'm so sure it was intentional, Ryoko Kui is just like that

So, as we know, Falin and Marcille are already very, VERY tactile with each other, but an important separate detail is their hands. They always hold hands when something important and even culminating for them happens. By taking Falin's hand as a child, Marcille takes on a completely new and an unknown life, allowing Falin to teach her something new, to show her something important. By accepting Falin's hand, she accepts new knowledge into her life, new possibilities and, importantly, lets someone to be close to her.

It's also important how Ryouko Kui focuses on their hands when Falin's handing Marcille raspberries, because it's another symbol of Marcille accepting new things and knowledge, thanks to Falin.

Curious and lively and expressive Marcille we, as an audience, know is like that because of Falin in her life. Because she took Falin's hand and let her show Marcille something new. We saw Marcille before that, a little arrogant in her knowledge, and so different from someone we know: serious, unemotional and not so happy. She's lonely. And we see her like that twice in the story: before Falin stepped into her life, and when Falin (in Marcille's head) left her behind. Three years should feel like nothing for a half-elf, right? But Marcille felt that time passing, even mistaken it for four years with how Falin's absence affected her.

Moving forward, it's really important just how much focus we get on Marcille's hands during the resurrection scene: her drawing blood from her palm, powering Ambrosia with it, carefully rearranging Falin's skeleton bone to bone. Despite being pretty fastidious and clean most of the time, here she stains her hands both with dragon's blood and her own.

And after all that, The Bath Scene happens.

Ryouko Kui dedicates THREE panels to their hand holding. Anime adapted this scene nicely, but in manga we feel that slow pacing that makes the whole gesture even more special. It's the act, the way Marcille freezes on the spot, it's how she almost reciprocates before realising what Falin is doing (and ends it more out of concern for Falin's health). This whole scene is about love, trust, care and devotion. Falin realised with what methods Marcille brought her back to life, she knows how dangerous and illegal and draining this magic was and still she trusted Marcille. She takes her hands here because she loves Marcille, because she's greatful to her and because she's worried about her wellbeing. Remember how Marcille cut her palm, how she moved Falin's bones with her bloodied hands? There's a lot about these devoted hands and how tenderly Falin holds them in her own.

Finally, we see the scene before Falin's sacrifice.

It's subtle here, but once again we see Falin holding Marcille's hands. This is the moment when we — when Marcille — understand that this devotion goes both ways. That Falin doesn’t care who gets hurt, who she hurts, she doesn’t care about her own life, as long as it means that her brother and Marcille are alive and safe. They are the most important people in Falin's whole world, and by taking Marcille's hand in hers she tries to soothe her and tell her that everything's alright. That she loves her, she loves Laois, and she wants to make sure that they're safe.

Their devotion goes both ways and runs horrifyingly deep with what they're ready to sacrifice for eachother.

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there's nothing SUPER about misogyny..

based off of this post by @wlwsanji on twitter

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Sorry guys, some stuff happened and I’ve been having a hyper fixation on hot women doing theater and lost interest in men for a moment… I will be back in the grind soon. 😔

BUT LIKE CMON… I had to show these two gorgeous portrayals of Der Tod because I am far weaker than Sisi,, would’ve left without hesitation—

oh boy i wish i could watch all of my favourite musicals with hot women as the male characters, with strong homoerotic undertones

some theatre troupe in japan:

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thank y'all for all the love and support on this fic, I didn't expect so many people to enjoy it! I don't really have a plan for kinktober/smutober content, but I got some ideas for darker/halloween-themed fics that I've been writing and hopefully I can get them out sooner than later!

but yeah, welcome everyone! ♡

"hey, emo boy!" ♡ | kamo choso

pairing: kamo choso x fem. reader

warnings: 3.8k words, pwp, mostly just smut, virgin! choso, sexual tension, teasing, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, whiny choso, eating out (ft. pussydrunk choso), petnames (baby, pretty girl, princess), overstimulation (on both ends), creampie

synopsis: turning on your virgin boyfriend is a fun pastime, and it gets even better when he finally decides to do something about it.

CHOSO WAS GETTING FED UP WITH YOUR TEASING. He couldn't stand the way that you were forcing yourself into his nighttime fantasies with the way you were acting. From the shimmying of your ass on his sensitive cock, feeling precum leak and stain his boxers with every grind down on him. It was intentional too— he could tell by the way your gaze would flicker back onto his face, intently watching him try his hardest to suppress the groans that nearly slipped past his lips.

Other times, you would feign innocence, batting your eyes coquettishly up to him as your fickle hands would glide across his firm abdomen down to his crotch, lightly grazing the apparent bulge with your fingertips. It was getting harder not to thrust his aching cock up into your palm, needing more than the feathered touches that you provided him with.

This all started when he informed you that he was still a virgin, and you being the devious girlfriend you were, acted mercilessly with the vigor, the lust imbedded in even the lightest of grazes upon his body. There was no mistaking it with the way your eyes practically ate him up, fixed on his being and never wavering until it was all too suffocating. Choso couldn't deny how hot it was to see you act in such a manner, revving up his jerk-off sessions whenever you were away.

He knew that he was bigger than others— he knew that you knew it too, with the way the imprint of his cock would protrude through layers of clothing. It made it no easier to conceal whenever he had a raging hard-on. Most of the time, Choso ended up excusing himself from whatever cruel interaction he was having to endure until he was pushed to the breaking point.

Tonight was no different in the manner, but Choso found himself getting real tired of your shenanigans, of all that damn bark-no-bite action you were doing. Flashing him as you passed by with that mini skirt showing your ass, the black thong doing nothing to cover up the supple flesh. Your tube top was no better, his eyes were practically entranced with the perkiness of your nipples that peaked through the thin material.

What Choso wouldn't give to take those buds into his mouth, large hands kneading at your rear as he makes a mess out of you? He felt his cock twitch at the idea, and part of him was tempted to do just that, but he could hear your pretty self making your way over into the bedroom. "Choso, are you almost ready?" Snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your saccharine tone ringing against his ear, his gaze turned away from the mirror to face you.

You couldn't help but grin coyly at his whole look. A monochromatic look consisting of mainly black dressing his body, from the bottom up. A black sleeveless top was snuggly fitted onto his body paired with a loose pair of grey ripped jeans that showed off bits and pieces of his legs. A part of you wished that they were already on the floor, with his knee grounded against your pussy, but you weren't going to act on it— at least, not yet.

His casual make-up look was apparent, a thin tracing of black eyeliner on his waterline with a dabble of purple eyeshadow to enhance his plum-colored irises that glazed over your body with a look of want evident in his eyes. The usual spiked choker to tie the whole look together, of being the big, "scary" boyfriend was neatly placed atop the dresser, ready for whenever he was ready to put it on. Choso motioned for you to come over with his hand, displaying his black nail polish to you, on the verge of chipping completely off, but he wasn't one to mind.

With a little shake of your hips as you walked up to him, the accessories on his veiny hands had your throat bobbing at the sight. Rings embellished his long fingers, feeling the cold sliver yourself when he grasped at your chin, pulling your face down to meet him in a hungry kiss. It always felt like he was devouring you whenever you kissed, tasting whatever flavor was left on your tongue. In response, your knees would buckle in, lavishing in the fervor of his actions as your head buzzed in delight. His other, much sneakier hand, trekked up the side of your bare thigh, squeezing tightly before moving to grope at your bare ass cheek.

"Choso..." A breath of his name escaped past your lips before his mouth was all over you again. Hands went into his soft black locks of hair, tugging his face closer into you, the kiss becoming much more aggressive with each glide against one another's lips. Lip-locked, Choso's hand went over the curve of your ass, toying with the string of fabric wedged between your puffy pussy lips.

"You've been teasing me for far too long, pretty girl. Makin' me nearly cream my pants on too many occasions..." Murmuring between kisses, his words have your face flushed, his quiet demeanor shifting ever so slightly into a dominant presence. Moving his lips away from yours, he began to lather open-mouth kisses across the curve of your neck, the hand once holding your chin now pulling at your waist to sit on his lap.

There was no hesitation in following the smooth gliding of his hand, your legs pushing against his own. "You never seemed to mind," softly gasping out at his wet tongue swirling around your nipples through the cotton material. The feverish roll of the silver ball on his tongue traced around each of them, before sucking down harshly. Both of Choso's hands were playing with your bottom, entranced with the way with jiggled in his hands.

"Don't act coy. I know you could feel me rubbing against the curve of your ass whenever you were moving in my lap— just like now," He was right, and your silence spoke volumes, egging him on to continue berating you. "You're so cruel, baby. All you had to do was ask if you wanted me, but you had to be difficult."

"M'sorry, Choso..." Whining out of your glossy lips, coated with his spit, your pussy dragged against his clothed cock with the drag of your hips. Choso tsked at your humping, but he couldn't diminish the grunt to slip past his lips, cheeks tinted with pink as he watched you get yourself off. Seeing how desperate you were had Choso no longer holding back from what he wanted.

He was tired of not indulging himself, despite his nerves in losing his virginity. Seeing you crave him like this, watching the leg of his pants becoming soaked as you held onto his shoulders desperate to come flicked a switch for him to act, to take the initiative. “No need to apologize, baby. I’mma take good care of you now…” The "mean guy" act was quick to fade with his soothing words, swiftly hoisting you off into his lap as he gently placed you onto the plush bedding.

Hovering above you, Choso was quick to pursue, hands seeking out the warmth from your body, taking you in by the hips as he peppered kisses against your bare torso. "I want you so bad. Been dreaming of how good you'd taste on my tongue, how good your pussy would feel squeezing 'round me." He confessed, eyes bearing into yours as he spoke, pulling down your mini skirt, giving him access to your lower half. Inner thighs coated with slick as the panties were wedged between your folds, brushing against your clit, had Choso eagerly licking at his lips.

"You're so wet, princess," sticking out his tongue, he was eager to lap up the juices to messily coat your thighs. The taste alone urging to dive face-first into your sopping pussy, drinking up anything you were willing to give. "Mhm... More please, Choso...!" You begged your voice sounding much sweeter when you called out to him with such a needy tone. Choso's cock twitched within his confines, growling slightly before dipping into the slick walls, tongue lapping at the juices that continued to secrete. He couldn't get enough of it, the taste was so much better from the source as he ate you out like a starved man, relishing every ounce of what he was missing out on.

Back arched with your lower body sloppily thrusting down onto his face, you looked down at your man through teary eyes. You knew Choso had a good tongue on him, but you didn't know that he was this good— especially when the silver ball on his tongue, cool to the touch, would continuously flick against your clit, ripping moan after moan from your vocal cords. "Ngh— mmph, Choso, it feels s'good," wailing out, you watched Choso's half-lidded eyes momentarily look over your face, the flush evident on your cheeks as your chest heaved.

Thighs still tight around his head, it was the only cue he needed to know that it wasn't enough. Choso wanted you to come all over his tongue, and he needed a little more than this muscle to do it. "You want my fingers too, pretty girl?" An eager nod from you was more than enough to satisfy him, placing a quick kiss on your thigh, before dipping his face back in between your cunt. Hiking you up by the underside of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, Choso wriggled one of his hands between, the cold metal grazing against your heated flesh.

Focusing his mouth over your clit, while he gently prodded two of his garnished fingers into your slick folds, the wiggle in your hips and the high-pitch moan to escape your lips at the thrust pushed him to continue fingerfucking you at a quick pace. The different engravings from the rings scraping against your walls had you deliciously clamping down on his fingers, the mix of sensations feeling amazing. His jeans were becoming too tight from the sight before him, from the juices of his pretty girlfriend all over his face. Choso couldn't get enough of you, bringing you to an orgasm that came crashing over you with a jolt of your body and the drawn-out echo of his name throughout the room.

"F-Fuck baby wanna have you come one more time for me." But the thing was— it wasn't just one more time. With a strong arm hooked around your waist, he pulled your lower half and smushed it against his face, ringing out orgasm after orgasm from your already-soaked pussy. Pussy-drunk, was what your boyfriend was, captivated on seeing how much cum you can spray out, all for his big appetite.

Choso’s grunts and groans were suppressed with your cunt smothering his face, not bothering to come up to breathe unless crucial. Legs trembled in his grasp, weakly trying to push his head away from your overstimulated pussy, gushing out one last coating out of your well-prepped hole, hearing an audible squelch as his long fingers eventually retreated.

"Choso, I wanna feel your big cock in me— I want you so, so bad." His cheeks burnt up from the sultriness, the filth in your words as you called out to him, needing him so much. "Don't worry, baby. Gonna do just that..." Pulling his face away from your cunt, his lips found yours in a frantic kiss, tugging the tube top down to your stomach as his lubricated hands toyed with your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the buds, covering them with your cum. Mouth parted due to his actions allowing for his tongue to slip in, tasting yourself upon him as your hands brought his slick-coated face closer to yours. Everything was so dirty about the whole exchange, but you couldn't get enough of it, enough of him.

Choso's finger and tongue fucking you, watching you intently for each reaction as a permanent etch in that damn good memory of his had you clamping down on nothing. He had you doubting him being a virgin with how exceptional he was with working with your pussy, a mere glance being enough for Choso to know what makes your body tick— you give him an inch and he runs miles. Hands maneuvering down to the hem of his pants, you jerked at them, cueing Choso to follow along with getting him into an equally undressed state.

Engrossed with Choso's stripping, you gaped at him throughout the process, practically salivating at the damp spot on his black boxers. He had to have come in his pants for the darkened area on the fabric to be so large, and the thought alone was having you all sorts of hot and bothered again. Choso proceeds to shrug his underwear off, eyes adverted away from you, his hard-on springing to life once released from its tight restraints. His flustered state, fumbling about until settling on his toned thighs, almost as his he were unsure of what to do next.

Seeing his brows furrowed, paired with a weary glance, your hand instinctively reached out to him, cupping his cheek ever so softly. Thumb lightly brushing against his smooth skin, before using your pointer finger to trace the curve of his facial tattoo, you peppered tender kisses throughout his face. From the edge of his brow to the dip in his cheeks, you ensured no space was left untouched, resulting in the crease in his brows softening, the nervousness swirling about in his gaze to fade away. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” reassuring Choso, you continued to graze your lips down his jawline to the base of his neck, brushing your nose against the side.

You could practically feel his pulse racing from up here, practically pumping through his veins as he enveloped you into a tight embrace, squeezing your nearly naked body against his own. The tremble in his voice when letting out an exhale, feeling his swollen cock, red tip oozing out precum as it slid against the dip of your folds. "No, no— I wanna do this. I want you too." Biting down on his bottom lip, the roll of his hips as he dipped in further, the tip of his cock hitting against your hypersensitive clit forced a sharp intake of air as you watched, hypnotized by the slow strokes.

Then, all at once, he stuffed himself full within you. The stretch was so much it was nearing painful with how snuggly he nestled himself inside you, so deep and tight. Tears brimmed your eyes at the sudden fullness, the dull pain thrumming in your gut as the wet squelching having you look away in embarrassment.

"F-Fuck Choso, uugh, s'big... God, you're stretchin' me out," hands clawing on his back, jaw unhinged as tears rise to the surface, one thrust alone took your breath away. Choso was no better, whining at how tight your cunt was squeezing down on him. Gummy walls had him holding onto your hips for dear life, trying not to let the fuzziness that filled his head get the better of him, nearly coming on the spot.

Wiggling your hips to get better adjusted, ass brushing against his balls had his nails digging into the dips of your waist, halting your movements as he looked down at you, eyelashes speckled with small teardrops from the pleasure. "Shit— c-can't have you movin' right now, baby. Gimme a sec..." Panting out, he slowly dragged his cock out from the vice grip that your pussy had him in, watching how you coated him from top to bottom, a sheer coating now adorning his dick and balls. Lifting you on his lap, Choso carefully aligned your puckered hole back to his shaft, sinking you back down onto him with a strained groan.

Nestling his face into your shoulder, the warmth on his face blossoming as Choso tries to regain his composure, his bodily movements refuse to be still, jerking up into your slobbering pussy, his thrusts sporadic and eager. Once to motion started, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, addicted to watching the way you sucked him up so greedily. "Aghh— C-Choso, mmph, jus' like that..." Hips bouncing in sync with the rhythm he set, you squeezed his lower torso with your legs, sinking further down onto him as he plummeted himself into you.

"Nngh, you're so damn tight, princess—!" With each thrust, the pleasure seemed endless, the curve of his cock hitting deeper inside of you, toes curling at each graze of his girthy cock slipping in and out of your folds. Chortled gasps slipped past your bruised lips, smeared gloss staining your cheek as you continued to mark up Choso's chest with open-mouth kisses. He seemed completely out of it, his pale skin flushed entirely as he moaned your name out on repeat, as if it was the only thing that he was able to think about.

You, and your wet cunt milking him dry.

His eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged long ago, his usual hairstyle of two messy, but symmetrical buns was torn down long ago, and his black hair cascaded down his neck as the occasional strands were glued to his skin by the sweat to coat his body. Dark eyes fixated on the jiggle of your breasts every time he stroked his cock back deeply into you.

Barely lucid with how good fucking you felt, meeting your hipbones perfectly with each slam of his hips. Removing one of his hands from your waist, he slipped his fingers back down to your clit, pleased with the way your mewls only increased in volume from the returning stimulation.

You could feel yourself approaching the apex all over again, fluttering your pussy all over again, drooling at the thought of spasming all over his cock. Entangling your hands throughout his dampened hair, you tugged his head up to look at you, the action having his hips stutter momentarily. Diverting his attention to your lewd facial expressions, the desperate yanking of his tresses to kiss him as if your life depended on it. Tongues tangled as your fingers dug to keep his lips on yours, the shared breaths and vibrations from the whines Choso couldn't help but emit filled your ears.

"Choso baby, 'm close, so close!" Babbling out, words slurred as your hazy gaze met his, Choso could feel your slick walls clamp down tighter than they ever had over his cock. His tip perfectly brushing against your sweet spot was the final trigger, having your eyes squeezed shut as you physically began to shake from this orgasm, feeling all sorts of light-headed as your body laid limp against his. This alone pushed Choso teetering over the edge, his jawline clenched tight as his thrusts became much more random, less precise as he was chasing his release.

He was fucking into your slouched-over body like a fleshlight, his grip on you so tight that there was no doubt bruises would surface afterward. Murmuring rushed out apologies, he was so lost in the the overwhelming sensations that he was becoming rougher— not that you minded in the slightest.

Through blurry vision, you watched your boyfriend, one who is typically so stoic and composed, becoming a fucked-out mess. "Mnfph— shit, m' gonna come! W-Where do you— oh fuck, want it?" His voice raspier as he asked through hoarse groans, thrusts becoming shallower as Choso looked over at you.

"Inside, baby— fill me up, Choso," the urgent whimper that you responded with, letting go of your hold around his body to rest your back against the comforters as you peered up at him with a desperateness in your eyes. The thought of pumping you full of his cum, the mental image of seeing your pussy leaking with his thick load seeping out of you ignited a new vigor in Choso's maneuvers. Grasping at the underside of your thighs, nearing the curve of your ass, he rutted into you intensely, his pace both fast and deep.

"Gimme one more orgasm, pretty girl— feels s'good when you come 'round me," begging out to you between shallow breaths, his scorching gaze trailed all over your body, his pent-up release building drastically. His desire to come with you in unison has Choso rubbing harshly on your swollen clit, fixated on making sure that it was enough to have you twitching around him the moment he fills you up, as per your request. Despite how exasperated he had you, the sweaty pool that you left against the sheets as you could feel the excess of your previous orgasms trickling down your ass, you couldn't refuse to give him one more, not when he asked you like that.

"P-Princess, oh shit I-I feel it...!" With the jitter in his movements, it was clear that Choso couldn't hold out any longer; fortunately, his holding out wasn't in vain. From the consistent rubbing and pinching on your clit, had another climax reeling out of you with relative ease, tears flowing down your cheeks from the high that he had you on with his cock. "Come, Choso, been s'good for me, makin' me come time n' time again..." Praising his dutiful work, you couldn't say much besides that as the orgasm was forcefully ripped from your body, back arching as your pussy covered him top to bottom, coating him with your juices.

That was all that was needed for Choso to lurch his head down to your chest, his head resting against your chest as he came— hard, into you. Thick spurts of cum coat your inner walls, feeling warm on both the inside and out as his hold on your flesh loosens immensely, the rocking of his hips coming to a slow, deliberate stop as he tries to regain his breath.

Hands encircling around his back, you tell him sweet nothings, praising him for his efforts. Craning his head to face you properly, you giggled, wiping at some of the make-up that went far off to his temple. "You had a little something there," you teased him playfully. Choso huffed but was quick to return the favor, his thumb brushing against the underside of your eyes.

Despite the seemingly innocent gesture, he languidly slipped his cock out from the confines of your cunt, the trickle of cum attempting to seep out being stopped by two of his fingers. "Sorry baby, gave you quite a bit and don't want it coming out just yet." If anything was telling about the look swirling around his eyes, a resurging desire that could only be quelched by one thing. His darkened gaze had you gulping at the sight alone, avoidant of making eye contact. What you couldn't ignore was the pulsing of his cock, becoming hard as it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

Oh shit, here you go again.

i yearn for this man desperately, absorbing every ounce of content out for him and had to give something out in return—

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"hey, emo boy!" ♡ | kamo choso

pairing: kamo choso x fem. reader

warnings: 3.8k words, pwp, mostly just smut, virgin! choso, sexual tension, teasing, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, whiny choso, eating out (ft. pussydrunk choso), petnames (baby, pretty girl, princess), overstimulation (on both ends), creampie

synopsis: turning on your virgin boyfriend is a fun pastime, and it gets even better when he finally decides to do something about it.

CHOSO WAS GETTING FED UP WITH YOUR TEASING. He couldn't stand the way that you were forcing yourself into his nighttime fantasies with the way you were acting. From the shimmying of your ass on his sensitive cock, feeling precum leak and stain his boxers with every grind down on him. It was intentional too— he could tell by the way your gaze would flicker back onto his face, intently watching him try his hardest to suppress the groans that nearly slipped past his lips.

Other times, you would feign innocence, batting your eyes coquettishly up to him as your fickle hands would glide across his firm abdomen down to his crotch, lightly grazing the apparent bulge with your fingertips. It was getting harder not to thrust his aching cock up into your palm, needing more than the feathered touches that you provided him with.

This all started when he informed you that he was still a virgin, and you being the devious girlfriend you were, acted mercilessly with the vigor, the lust imbedded in even the lightest of grazes upon his body. There was no mistaking it with the way your eyes practically ate him up, fixed on his being and never wavering until it was all too suffocating. Choso couldn't deny how hot it was to see you act in such a manner, revving up his jerk-off sessions whenever you were away.

He knew that he was bigger than others— he knew that you knew it too, with the way the imprint of his cock would protrude through layers of clothing. It made it no easier to conceal whenever he had a raging hard-on. Most of the time, Choso ended up excusing himself from whatever cruel interaction he was having to endure until he was pushed to the breaking point.

Tonight was no different in the manner, but Choso found himself getting real tired of your shenanigans, of all that damn bark-no-bite action you were doing. Flashing him as you passed by with that mini skirt showing your ass, the black thong doing nothing to cover up the supple flesh. Your tube top was no better, his eyes were practically entranced with the perkiness of your nipples that peaked through the thin material.

What Choso wouldn't give to take those buds into his mouth, large hands kneading at your rear as he makes a mess out of you? He felt his cock twitch at the idea, and part of him was tempted to do just that, but he could hear your pretty self making your way over into the bedroom. "Choso, are you almost ready?" Snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your saccharine tone ringing against his ear, his gaze turned away from the mirror to face you.

You couldn't help but grin coyly at his whole look. A monochromatic look consisting of mainly black dressing his body, from the bottom up. A black sleeveless top was snuggly fitted onto his body paired with a loose pair of grey ripped jeans that showed off bits and pieces of his legs. A part of you wished that they were already on the floor, with his knee grounded against your pussy, but you weren't going to act on it— at least, not yet.

His casual make-up look was apparent, a thin tracing of black eyeliner on his waterline with a dabble of purple eyeshadow to enhance his plum-colored irises that glazed over your body with a look of want evident in his eyes. The usual spiked choker to tie the whole look together, of being the big, "scary" boyfriend was neatly placed atop the dresser, ready for whenever he was ready to put it on. Choso motioned for you to come over with his hand, displaying his black nail polish to you, on the verge of chipping completely off, but he wasn't one to mind.

With a little shake of your hips as you walked up to him, the accessories on his veiny hands had your throat bobbing at the sight. Rings embellished his long fingers, feeling the cold sliver yourself when he grasped at your chin, pulling your face down to meet him in a hungry kiss. It always felt like he was devouring you whenever you kissed, tasting whatever flavor was left on your tongue. In response, your knees would buckle in, lavishing in the fervor of his actions as your head buzzed in delight. His other, much sneakier hand, trekked up the side of your bare thigh, squeezing tightly before moving to grope at your bare ass cheek.

"Choso..." A breath of his name escaped past your lips before his mouth was all over you again. Hands went into his soft black locks of hair, tugging his face closer into you, the kiss becoming much more aggressive with each glide against one another's lips. Lip-locked, Choso's hand went over the curve of your ass, toying with the string of fabric wedged between your puffy pussy lips.

"You've been teasing me for far too long, pretty girl. Makin' me nearly cream my pants on too many occasions..." Murmuring between kisses, his words have your face flushed, his quiet demeanor shifting ever so slightly into a dominant presence. Moving his lips away from yours, he began to lather open-mouth kisses across the curve of your neck, the hand once holding your chin now pulling at your waist to sit on his lap.

There was no hesitation in following the smooth gliding of his hand, your legs pushing against his own. "You never seemed to mind," softly gasping out at his wet tongue swirling around your nipples through the cotton material. The feverish roll of the silver ball on his tongue traced around each of them, before sucking down harshly. Both of Choso's hands were playing with your bottom, entranced with the way with jiggled in his hands.

"Don't act coy. I know you could feel me rubbing against the curve of your ass whenever you were moving in my lap— just like now," He was right, and your silence spoke volumes, egging him on to continue berating you. "You're so cruel, baby. All you had to do was ask if you wanted me, but you had to be difficult."

"M'sorry, Choso..." Whining out of your glossy lips, coated with his spit, your pussy dragged against his clothed cock with the drag of your hips. Choso tsked at your humping, but he couldn't diminish the grunt to slip past his lips, cheeks tinted with pink as he watched you get yourself off. Seeing how desperate you were had Choso no longer holding back from what he wanted.

He was tired of not indulging himself, despite his nerves in losing his virginity. Seeing you crave him like this, watching the leg of his pants becoming soaked as you held onto his shoulders desperate to come flicked a switch for him to act, to take the initiative. “No need to apologize, baby. I’mma take good care of you now…” The "mean guy" act was quick to fade with his soothing words, swiftly hoisting you off into his lap as he gently placed you onto the plush bedding.

Hovering above you, Choso was quick to pursue, hands seeking out the warmth from your body, taking you in by the hips as he peppered kisses against your bare torso. "I want you so bad. Been dreaming of how good you'd taste on my tongue, how good your pussy would feel squeezing 'round me." He confessed, eyes bearing into yours as he spoke, pulling down your mini skirt, giving him access to your lower half. Inner thighs coated with slick as the panties were wedged between your folds, brushing against your clit, had Choso eagerly licking at his lips.

"You're so wet, princess," sticking out his tongue, he was eager to lap up the juices to messily coat your thighs. The taste alone urging to dive face-first into your sopping pussy, drinking up anything you were willing to give. "Mhm... More please, Choso...!" You begged your voice sounding much sweeter when you called out to him with such a needy tone. Choso's cock twitched within his confines, growling slightly before dipping into the slick walls, tongue lapping at the juices that continued to secrete. He couldn't get enough of it, the taste was so much better from the source as he ate you out like a starved man, relishing every ounce of what he was missing out on.

Back arched with your lower body sloppily thrusting down onto his face, you looked down at your man through teary eyes. You knew Choso had a good tongue on him, but you didn't know that he was this good— especially when the silver ball on his tongue, cool to the touch, would continuously flick against your clit, ripping moan after moan from your vocal cords. "Ngh— mmph, Choso, it feels s'good," wailing out, you watched Choso's half-lidded eyes momentarily look over your face, the flush evident on your cheeks as your chest heaved.

Thighs still tight around his head, it was the only cue he needed to know that it wasn't enough. Choso wanted you to come all over his tongue, and he needed a little more than this muscle to do it. "You want my fingers too, pretty girl?" An eager nod from you was more than enough to satisfy him, placing a quick kiss on your thigh, before dipping his face back in between your cunt. Hiking you up by the underside of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, Choso wriggled one of his hands between, the cold metal grazing against your heated flesh.

Focusing his mouth over your clit, while he gently prodded two of his garnished fingers into your slick folds, the wiggle in your hips and the high-pitch moan to escape your lips at the thrust pushed him to continue fingerfucking you at a quick pace. The different engravings from the rings scraping against your walls had you deliciously clamping down on his fingers, the mix of sensations feeling amazing. His jeans were becoming too tight from the sight before him, from the juices of his pretty girlfriend all over his face. Choso couldn't get enough of you, bringing you to an orgasm that came crashing over you with a jolt of your body and the drawn-out echo of his name throughout the room.

"F-Fuck baby wanna have you come one more time for me." But the thing was— it wasn't just one more time. With a strong arm hooked around your waist, he pulled your lower half and smushed it against his face, ringing out orgasm after orgasm from your already-soaked pussy. Pussy-drunk, was what your boyfriend was, captivated on seeing how much cum you can spray out, all for his big appetite.

Choso’s grunts and groans were suppressed with your cunt smothering his face, not bothering to come up to breathe unless crucial. Legs trembled in his grasp, weakly trying to push his head away from your overstimulated pussy, gushing out one last coating out of your well-prepped hole, hearing an audible squelch as his long fingers eventually retreated.

"Choso, I wanna feel your big cock in me— I want you so, so bad." His cheeks burnt up from the sultriness, the filth in your words as you called out to him, needing him so much. "Don't worry, baby. Gonna do just that..." Pulling his face away from your cunt, his lips found yours in a frantic kiss, tugging the tube top down to your stomach as his lubricated hands toyed with your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the buds, covering them with your cum. Mouth parted due to his actions allowing for his tongue to slip in, tasting yourself upon him as your hands brought his slick-coated face closer to yours. Everything was so dirty about the whole exchange, but you couldn't get enough of it, enough of him.

Choso's finger and tongue fucking you, watching you intently for each reaction as a permanent etch in that damn good memory of his had you clamping down on nothing. He had you doubting him being a virgin with how exceptional he was with working with your pussy, a mere glance being enough for Choso to know what makes your body tick— you give him an inch and he runs miles. Hands maneuvering down to the hem of his pants, you jerked at them, cueing Choso to follow along with getting him into an equally undressed state.

Engrossed with Choso's stripping, you gaped at him throughout the process, practically salivating at the damp spot on his black boxers. He had to have come in his pants for the darkened area on the fabric to be so large, and the thought alone was having you all sorts of hot and bothered again. Choso proceeds to shrug his underwear off, eyes adverted away from you, his hard-on springing to life once released from its tight restraints. His flustered state, fumbling about until settling on his toned thighs, almost as his he were unsure of what to do next.

Seeing his brows furrowed, paired with a weary glance, your hand instinctively reached out to him, cupping his cheek ever so softly. Thumb lightly brushing against his smooth skin, before using your pointer finger to trace the curve of his facial tattoo, you peppered tender kisses throughout his face. From the edge of his brow to the dip in his cheeks, you ensured no space was left untouched, resulting in the crease in his brows softening, the nervousness swirling about in his gaze to fade away. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” reassuring Choso, you continued to graze your lips down his jawline to the base of his neck, brushing your nose against the side.

You could practically feel his pulse racing from up here, practically pumping through his veins as he enveloped you into a tight embrace, squeezing your nearly naked body against his own. The tremble in his voice when letting out an exhale, feeling his swollen cock, red tip oozing out precum as it slid against the dip of your folds. "No, no— I wanna do this. I want you too." Biting down on his bottom lip, the roll of his hips as he dipped in further, the tip of his cock hitting against your hypersensitive clit forced a sharp intake of air as you watched, hypnotized by the slow strokes.

Then, all at once, he stuffed himself full within you. The stretch was so much it was nearing painful with how snuggly he nestled himself inside you, so deep and tight. Tears brimmed your eyes at the sudden fullness, the dull pain thrumming in your gut as the wet squelching having you look away in embarrassment.

"F-Fuck Choso, uugh, s'big... God, you're stretchin' me out," hands clawing on his back, jaw unhinged as tears rise to the surface, one thrust alone took your breath away. Choso was no better, whining at how tight your cunt was squeezing down on him. Gummy walls had him holding onto your hips for dear life, trying not to let the fuzziness that filled his head get the better of him, nearly coming on the spot.

Wiggling your hips to get better adjusted, ass brushing against his balls had his nails digging into the dips of your waist, halting your movements as he looked down at you, eyelashes speckled with small teardrops from the pleasure. "Shit— c-can't have you movin' right now, baby. Gimme a sec..." Panting out, he slowly dragged his cock out from the vice grip that your pussy had him in, watching how you coated him from top to bottom, a sheer coating now adorning his dick and balls. Lifting you on his lap, Choso carefully aligned your puckered hole back to his shaft, sinking you back down onto him with a strained groan.

Nestling his face into your shoulder, the warmth on his face blossoming as Choso tries to regain his composure, his bodily movements refuse to be still, jerking up into your slobbering pussy, his thrusts sporadic and eager. Once to motion started, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, addicted to watching the way you sucked him up so greedily. "Aghh— C-Choso, mmph, jus' like that..." Hips bouncing in sync with the rhythm he set, you squeezed his lower torso with your legs, sinking further down onto him as he plummeted himself into you.

"Nngh, you're so damn tight, princess—!" With each thrust, the pleasure seemed endless, the curve of his cock hitting deeper inside of you, toes curling at each graze of his girthy cock slipping in and out of your folds. Chortled gasps slipped past your bruised lips, smeared gloss staining your cheek as you continued to mark up Choso's chest with open-mouth kisses. He seemed completely out of it, his pale skin flushed entirely as he moaned your name out on repeat, as if it was the only thing that he was able to think about.

You, and your wet cunt milking him dry.

His eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged long ago, his usual hairstyle of two messy, but symmetrical buns was torn down long ago, and his black hair cascaded down his neck as the occasional strands were glued to his skin by the sweat to coat his body. Dark eyes fixated on the jiggle of your breasts every time he stroked his cock back deeply into you.

Barely lucid with how good fucking you felt, meeting your hipbones perfectly with each slam of his hips. Removing one of his hands from your waist, he slipped his fingers back down to your clit, pleased with the way your mewls only increased in volume from the returning stimulation.

You could feel yourself approaching the apex all over again, fluttering your pussy all over again, drooling at the thought of spasming all over his cock. Entangling your hands throughout his dampened hair, you tugged his head up to look at you, the action having his hips stutter momentarily. Diverting his attention to your lewd facial expressions, the desperate yanking of his tresses to kiss him as if your life depended on it. Tongues tangled as your fingers dug to keep his lips on yours, the shared breaths and vibrations from the whines Choso couldn't help but emit filled your ears.

"Choso baby, 'm close, so close!" Babbling out, words slurred as your hazy gaze met his, Choso could feel your slick walls clamp down tighter than they ever had over his cock. His tip perfectly brushing against your sweet spot was the final trigger, having your eyes squeezed shut as you physically began to shake from this orgasm, feeling all sorts of light-headed as your body laid limp against his. This alone pushed Choso teetering over the edge, his jawline clenched tight as his thrusts became much more random, less precise as he was chasing his release.

He was fucking into your slouched-over body like a fleshlight, his grip on you so tight that there was no doubt bruises would surface afterward. Murmuring rushed out apologies, he was so lost in the the overwhelming sensations that he was becoming rougher— not that you minded in the slightest.

Through blurry vision, you watched your boyfriend, one who is typically so stoic and composed, becoming a fucked-out mess. "Mnfph— shit, m' gonna come! W-Where do you— oh fuck, want it?" His voice raspier as he asked through hoarse groans, thrusts becoming shallower as Choso looked over at you.

"Inside, baby— fill me up, Choso," the urgent whimper that you responded with, letting go of your hold around his body to rest your back against the comforters as you peered up at him with a desperateness in your eyes. The thought of pumping you full of his cum, the mental image of seeing your pussy leaking with his thick load seeping out of you ignited a new vigor in Choso's maneuvers. Grasping at the underside of your thighs, nearing the curve of your ass, he rutted into you intensely, his pace both fast and deep.

"Gimme one more orgasm, pretty girl— feels s'good when you come 'round me," begging out to you between shallow breaths, his scorching gaze trailed all over your body, his pent-up release building drastically. His desire to come with you in unison has Choso rubbing harshly on your swollen clit, fixated on making sure that it was enough to have you twitching around him the moment he fills you up, as per your request. Despite how exasperated he had you, the sweaty pool that you left against the sheets as you could feel the excess of your previous orgasms trickling down your ass, you couldn't refuse to give him one more, not when he asked you like that.

"P-Princess, oh shit I-I feel it...!" With the jitter in his movements, it was clear that Choso couldn't hold out any longer; fortunately, his holding out wasn't in vain. From the consistent rubbing and pinching on your clit, had another climax reeling out of you with relative ease, tears flowing down your cheeks from the high that he had you on with his cock. "Come, Choso, been s'good for me, makin' me come time n' time again..." Praising his dutiful work, you couldn't say much besides that as the orgasm was forcefully ripped from your body, back arching as your pussy covered him top to bottom, coating him with your juices.

That was all that was needed for Choso to lurch his head down to your chest, his head resting against your chest as he came— hard, into you. Thick spurts of cum coat your inner walls, feeling warm on both the inside and out as his hold on your flesh loosens immensely, the rocking of his hips coming to a slow, deliberate stop as he tries to regain his breath.

Hands encircling around his back, you tell him sweet nothings, praising him for his efforts. Craning his head to face you properly, you giggled, wiping at some of the make-up that went far off to his temple. "You had a little something there," you teased him playfully. Choso huffed but was quick to return the favor, his thumb brushing against the underside of your eyes.

Despite the seemingly innocent gesture, he languidly slipped his cock out from the confines of your cunt, the trickle of cum attempting to seep out being stopped by two of his fingers. "Sorry baby, gave you quite a bit and don't want it coming out just yet." If anything was telling about the look swirling around his eyes, a resurging desire that could only be quelched by one thing. His darkened gaze had you gulping at the sight alone, avoidant of making eye contact. What you couldn't ignore was the pulsing of his cock, becoming hard as it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

Oh shit, here you go again.

i yearn for this man desperately, absorbing every ounce of content out for him and had to give something out in return—

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OMG THIS IS SO CUTE!!!!!

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this......

I, Roronoa Zoro, vow to stand by your side from now until the end. Until we find the One Piece or die trying. So bring on the marines or pirates. You're my captain, Luffy, and I'm your first mate.

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Just wanted to thank you for that Lady K and the Sick man story, I love it to death and want to tattoo all of it on my arm so I can reread it again and again

Omg stooop… This is the highest amount of flattery I have ever received—

Btw, I do have some stuff in the works, but just be a little patient with me, I just got to college and my computer is broken, so I’ve been working on the phone for now (another Totsumoto Yuushi one, and Nicolas Brown from gangsta….)

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ways to start writing more efficiently

stop writing with the word count on!

use a font like comic sans -- trick your brain into thinking that it's not important, that the writing can be stupid, if it's in a stupid font (if you can't tell i despise comic sans)

time yourself to get to a goal

or give yourself a certain amount of time

quantity >> quality in the first draft(s)!

jot down what you want to happen in that chapter

try organizing your writing (nanowrimo, for example)

do *not* reread! it doesn't need to make sense, it just needs to be there

try not to stick yourself to something you saw on tumblr. what works for someone else doesn't necessarily work for you!

take breaks. time those breaks.

practice writing short stories / oneshots of your characters.

try getting all your writing done within a certain goal (as much as I can for 30 minutes) rather than writing 5 minutes on or off

write down every little wormy idea that comes into your brain! sure, it's probably for a different plot, but maybe you can work it in somehow?

on that note, mash elements of your plots together rather than starting a whole new story

see maybe what little writing competitions you can submit your work to

proclaim your goal to the wide web for some peer pressure

rewards yourself. cheer on every thousand-word milestone. brag to your friends that you've written something, anything.

don't think of the big goal—don't think of publishing, or posting, etc. think of the end of your chapter, the development of your character, where it goes.

switch your writing environment! where are you most productive?

make a playlist only for when you write. never for anything else.

getting off tumblr, probably.

have people remind you of your goals.

remember that it all comes with discipline, but also your mental health is the most important!! don't sacrifice half your sleep to meet your nanowrimo goals. try to recognize when it's taking you too long and close the document. do something else. come back later.

take care of yourself. <3 use this post as a breather (or reminder to start!)

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Do you take requests?

It depends if I’m interested or know about what series you’re requesting about! Feel free to message me the details about the request, and I’ll let you know whether I can do it or not!

(The main series I’m currently writing for right now are Golden Kamuy, One Piece, RoR, JJBA, Blue Lock, and JJK, but there are other shows I’m well aware of, but simply didn’t list— ^^;)

But yeah, don’t be shy and message me about it!

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"the ache of yearning" ♡ | lady k and the sick man

pairing: totsumoto yuushi x fem. reader x lady k

warnings: 7.7k words, smut, threesome!!!, bisexual reader, down bad! reader, friends to fwb(?) sexual tension, voyeurism (on yuushi and k's end), fingering, face-sitting, dirty talk, light lactation (on lady k’s end-), creampie

synopsis: it's hard to let go of something you want, especially when you come face-to-face with it everyday.

YOU SWORE THAT THEY WERE BEING LOUD ON PURPOSE. The constant, antagonizing moans and wails that echoed throughout the thin apartment walls, resonating within your bedroom. No matter how much you tossed and turned, smothering your ears with layers atop layers of cotton barriers, you could still hear them. A part of you wanted to march right out of your covers, and give the couple a piece of your mind for being this loud, every night. Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to cool down when one particular thud against the side of the wall, right next to your head, was enough for you snap.

"I knew that this place was crappy, but this?!" The noise was still ringing in your head, but that didn't stop you from rising up, practically fuming. You didn't take another moment to consider your approach, nor your presentation— this situation wasn't your fault. Stomping out of your room with clenched fists, you intentionally slammed the door behind you, the noise causing the lewd sounds to stop momentarily, before picking right back up in pace. Grumbling curses under your breath, you marched to the room adjacent to you, pounding on the door. You didn't even wait for the door to open; after all, you were too fed up for civilities after a whole week of sleepless nights.

"Would you mind being at least a bit quieter?! I haven't gotten a wink of sleep because of you both fucking like rabbits! Like, damn, how do you have that much stamina to keep me up, nights on end, due to your-" Your heated ramblings were cut short by the appearance of a burly man, staring right down at you. It was as if you short-circuited, thoughts escaping your mind faster than you recall them. His brows were furrowed, seemingly upset like you were the one who was the problem in this dilemma. From the shirt and boxers that were haphazardly tossed on to some strands of his hair damp and stuck to his forehead made it clear that your mind wasn't playing tricks on you. Heaving out a sigh, you place a hand on my hips, standing your ground despite being somewhat intimidated (yet very attracted) to the man in front of you.

"Look, I get that you and your partner are as happy as can be, but you guys are too loud," Gathering your thoughts, you attempt to express them as kindly as you can. "I haven't slept ever since you two moved in, and I would greatly appreciate if you can be a little more considerate to your neighbor." Looking up at him, you realized that his attention wasn't on you, eyes already staring down, but it seemed like it wasn't on your face. Following where his dark irises were fixated on, you realized that you weren't dressed decently. A simple pair of white panties paired with your graphic baby-tee shirt being all that covered you, leaving little to the imagination. "Shit...!" Your cheeks were quick to flush at the realization, sparing no time to hurry back to your room, not daring to look back at him as you quickly closed your door.

Sliding down to the bamboo flooring, you contemplate moving out first thing in the morning. You didn't have much, and it would much better than living next to the hot, horny man that saw your undergarments. The issue really lied in finding another place as cheap as this to stay, and deep down, you knew you wouldn't come across another opportunity like this again. Burrowing your head even deeper into your palms, you tried to clear your thoughts. With how quiet it became, it at least became a bit easier to think without being interrupted by a groan or a grunt. As you continued to sit, the less you actually wanted to move, feeling as though if you slept over it, everything that had just transpired would disappear. Crossing your arms over your knees and resting your head upon them, you snuggled in close, finally having a quiet night's rest.

It was much easier to fall asleep than you though, eyelids lulling shut in a matter of seconds as your heartbeat slowly came to a steady pacing. Your body relaxed from its tensed stature, laying back against the door as you became comfortable against the sturdy surface. You didn't realize how long you've been sleeping for until you awoke to a noise too close for you to block out. It was a soft knock to the door, stirring you from out of your slumber to get up. Stretching from the uncomfortable location you managed to sleep in, it only proved to you how much you needed to rest. "Ugh, what time is it...?" You rubbed your eyes, but the instance you peaked a glance, you were blinded by the rays of sunlight peering from out the window across from you. Shuffling from off the floor, you shielded your eyes, opting to turn open the door to face whoever's on the side.

Not caring to think about it, you creak open the door just enough to where you could see who was on the other side. "Sorry, I'm not interested in whatever you're-" By the time your vision finally beginning to focus on the view in front of you, it was too late to retreat back into your room. There he was, your unbearably hot neighbor who you accidentally flashed upon first meeting. The memories of last night washed over you like a tsunami, uncaring for how you processed it all. Realizing that you were still without pants, quickly shut the door back on him. "D-Don't leave! I'll be right back!" You inform him, making sure that you were loud enough for him to hear. Grabbing your discarded pair of sweatpants tossed from your basket, you hurried back over to the door to greet him properly.

A thought of you believed that he wouldn't bother waiting, but when you opened the door for a second time, he was still there in all of his unkept glory. Well, he much more dressed than last night, a loose black t-shirt and matching sweatpants covered his body, yet his physique still managed to look defined. Trying not to fixate on his clothes for too long, you follow the trail of black up to his ruffled hair, looking just as dark as it did in the hallway at night. In the daylight, you were able to appreciate the small trim of facial hair along his jawline and the imprinted eyebags that tied together his whole rugged appearance. You couldn't complain; after all, he was most certainly your type.

"Um, did you need something?" You asked, your tone coming off much more defensive than intended. Why did he bother showing up, after that fiasco? Maybe he was gonna try to blackmail you into not reporting him? You shook your head. It wasn't cool to jump to the worst-case scenario— especially when the man hasn't even said anything yet. "Here, this is for you." His deep. somewhat raspy voice reverberated pleasantly in your ears, entrancing you to give him your undivided attention. Even with that power, he didn't say anything else, causally handing over the bag to you as he was quick to get ready to leave with the wave of his hand, but you didn't want this interaction to be over.

"Wait!"

The word came out rushed, but you didn't care how silly you must've sounded. "I want to properly thank you and apologize, as well." The introduction of your name came after, figuring that if he wasn't going to acknowledge yesterday's events, you shouldn't stress over it. Moving up to him, you offered him an outstretched hand, saying, "I should have come sooner to formally discuss the issue, rather than causing a scene. I'm sorry if I scared you and your girlfriend." There were factors in this situation that made it mutually both of your fault, and you'd rather not dwell on it longer than needed. "Girlfriend?" The cigarette that hung between his lips muffled his speaking slightly, but you could tell he was confused by the assumption.

You tilted your head, swearing that with the way they were fucking, they had to be in a relationship with one another. "Isn't she? I thought that the girl in there is the same one I've been hearing all week." You stated, raising your brows at him. "You listened that hard?" The scruffy man suddenly remarked, dodging your question entirely to counter with one of his own. You felt your face flush, feeling as though you ratted yourself out on this one, but you weren't going to admit it to him directly. "I mean, it was the thing keeping me up all night. It was kinda hard ignoring all the noise." You also thought her moans were quite cute, short and consistent, but you weren't going to tell him that either. He paused, not responding to your words as he took in a long drawl of the nicotine before removing his lips from the cigarette butt, exhaling it all out.

"Our situation is... Complicated. Sorry for disturbing you with it, I'd be pissed too if I couldn't sleep for so long," Flicking his cigarette away from you, his eyes returned to your own, watching your expression become less guilt-ridden and a little more relaxed. "To be honest, I've never had the chance to see you, so I thought I had no neighbors." One of his hands reached upwards, scratching at his chin at the thought. "I've picked up a bunch of shifts this week, so I've been gone most of the mornings," You explained, folding your arms and letting the bag dangle from your fingers. "Not gonna lie, when I came home last week, you two scared the crap outta me. I thought it was some ghosts since this place is haunted. The next morning, I went to the landlord to talk about the whole ordeal, and that's when I figured out you moved in."

When you initially thought about it being ghosts haunting over you from the other room, it became much sillier now seeing this very much alive man in front of you. He awkwardly chuckled at your words, not offering much feedback on your story at all. Something that you thought would lighten this tension between the both of you somehow made it worse. Giving up on getting his name seemed like the best thing to do, especially since you didn't know how much time you had before work. "Well, it was nice meeting you, neighbor. I'll see you around...?" Figuring that he didn't want to be bothered anymore, you turned on your heel, making your way to your room, when he unexpectedly said, "Totsumoto Yuushi." Turning your body around to slightly face him, you halt in your movements.

He could tell how you were slightly confused by the way you were looking at him, so he decided to clarify the sudden introduction of his name. "Sorry, I only just now realized that I didn't tell you my name when you greeted me." You blinked a couple times at him, not expecting him to share his name with you, but it definitely made you a bit more optimistic with your relationship with him. Who knows, maybe you'll be able to become something more than just next-door neighbors with him? "Thanks for telling me. That name suits you, it's nice." Humming out the words, you figured that's all he had to say as you began to turn away from him, once more. Walking past him, right back to the entrance of your apartment, you placed your hand on the doorknob, twisting it open.

"I could say the same thing about you. You've got quite the pretty name," He had this habit of catching you off guard with his prolonged speech, as if he waiting until you were distracted to leap his words at you. "I'll see you around, don't be a stranger." You could only give him an affirmative nod, too embarrassed by his initial statement to speak aloud properly. Hurrying back into your room, you closed the door behind you, palms sweaty and face flushed once again— all because of him. Feeling the plastic become slick between your hands, you decided to place it on the counter to see what exactly he brought you. It was a couple snacks that he picked out, a seemingly thoughtful mixture of salty and sweet treats that you could pick and choose from in your free time.

"How sweet of him..." Smiling to yourself, you wondered if his partner in crime helped pick the arrangement out. If so, then maybe you should go over sometime to thank her as well; after all, it would be nice to meet the mystery lady as well. "Maybe I can get them something as well." During the duration of your getting ready and throughout your shift as a hostess, your mind went back to Yuushi, and somehow, it made the day go by much faster than you could've expected. As the men berated your ears with their woes, your charming, glossy-lipped smiles and small nods of the head, was enough to fool them that you were listening. Your body was here, but you mind roamed elsewhere, all the way back to your apartment complex, to the deviously attractive man next door.

It was hard not to feel the jealousy pangs towards the woman that has the privilege to sleep with him every night, but it's not like you wanted to interfere and cause drama amongst the apartment complex. You're no homewrecker, after all. Work continued to pass by with relative ease, and by the time you were out, late night had already settled throughout the sky, engulfing the once busy streets into darkness. Fortunately, the walk home went by relatively quick, but on the downside, you could feel your heels throbbing after the repetitive cycle of doing this all week. Stumbling down the quiet streets, you contemplated taking off your shoes, but you'd rather not have to deal with your bare feet walking on the dirty sidewalk.

"I gotta get some bandages later..." As much as you wanted to get them now, your body refused to cooperate with the plan, rushing to get home as fast as your tired body allowed you to. Hiking up the skirt of your dress, you slowly walked alongside the wall of your apartment complex. Shoes being carried in one hand, bag in the other, you heaved out a sigh. "The first thing I'm doing is taking a bath..." Caught up within your mind, you didn't hear the jiggle of a doorknob, nor the creak of the poor doors opening up to reveal Yuushi and... A lady? From the glimpse you caught of her, she was most certainly gorgeous.

A curvy physique, plump in all the right places, flowing ebony hair cascading down her body, yet it was all incomparable to her gentle-looking features. The white dress she was wearing left little to the imagination, especially around her cleavage area. You didn't have enough time to appreciate it all when you accidentally collided with a less than pillowy chest than the pair you saw; instead, it was much firmer and for a moment, you nearly mistook it for a wall with how roughly you bumped into it. "Shit, that hurt..." You moaned in pain, rubbing at the sore spot on your forehead, trying to figure out what you exactly bumped into. Peering up, you were faced with the man who was on your mind all night. Gasping at the sight, you took a large step back, leaning onto the back of your feet to catch yourself from falling.

"Crap, I'm so sorry about that, Totsumoto. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings." Glancing through your peripheral, you hope that you'd catch sight of the stunning lady, but his hand laid heavy on the door, sealing it shut and enclosing the room from prying eyes, like yours. "I'm fine, didn't hurt me much, but you don't look so good over there." You shook your head, removing the hand on your temple to get a better view of him. "I'll manage. Besides, you were going somewhere, right? Don't let me stop you," Trying to put his mind to rest, you raised your arm up, almost as if you was flexing some bulging biceps (that you, unfortunately, did not have). "I'm a strong girl, Totsumoto. If I can handle walking in these torturous heels all week, I can handle a little bump to the head."

Putting on a undamaged façade wouldn't be so difficult if your feet weren't already cramping, or if the light layer of makeup was starting to get in your eyes. Nonetheless, because of your actions, you were able to hear Yuushi chuckle, a faint smile rising to his lips as he watched you. "Heh, how cute," Yuushi remarked, before turning his back to you with a wave of his hand, signaling his departure. "Go get some rest already, see ya later." With that, he headed out of the apartment complex. You didn't bother asking where he was going; first of all, it wasn't your business. Second, you were much more fascinated with the two things— the fact that he said you were cute, and the lady in his room. You didn't know if she was still by the door, or if she retreated to bed, but you at least wanted to apologize to her.

"Um, hi... I don't know if you're near by, but I wanted to tell you sorry for yesterday. I interrupted you both, and if I frightened you, it wasn't my intention," It felt weird saying all this to the door, unknowing on whether or not she was even listening, but it was a nice thought to think so. "I... Just wanted you to know that, is all." She didn't need to forgive you, that you knew. You just wish she said something to you, some form of acknowledgement in your words, but nothing ever came. Despite how your battered feet wished for the weight of your body to be shifted, you stood a couple moments longer. Maybe she was thinking of what to say, or what if she was just shy? You couldn't exactly say on her behalf. Seconds quickly became minutes, thinning your will to stand and even stay awake.

You could always try again another time— was what you reduced the failed conversation attempt to. After all, nothing simply becomes better by dwelling on it. With that, you returned to your room, pampering yourself after a grueling week of work that you were relieved to have time away from. It was exciting, having the chance to have some time to yourself. Maybe you could become better acquainted with Yuushi and the lady in the room. It's ironic, for as much thinking as you did about them earlier, new information keeps appearing, casting all thoughts away that doesn't surround them. It felt like a curse, to be interested in someone so heavily that you couldn't even have.

Your brows furrowed at the harsh thought that was, in fact, your reality. "Man, overthinking all this stuff sucks. I seriously need to get some sleep before it gets worse." The lack of noise was greatly appreciated, throughout the majority of the night (besides a few slip of the tongues), the pair was relatively quiet. Allowing yourself to finally get a good night's rest within the comfort of your bed, you let your mind slip away. After that night though, a lot of changes began to spew in your relationship with your neighbor. More frequently than not, Yuushi would greet you every morning, becoming apart of your daily routine as you would sometimes invite him over for meals (also ensuring that he would always have left-overs to take to his lady friend.) You considered each other nothing short of friends, having learned far too many details from beyond small talk to be merely acquaintances.

Although, it was hard ignoring the overwhelming tension that would cause your heart to palpitate against your ribcages and your legs to buckle under the weight of his gaze. Several instances, whenever you were talking close to him, Yuushi's eyes would linger over your chest while peering down at you, or to the curve of your ass as you walked past him. Not to mention, the way his warms hands would linger whenever he patted you on the shoulder, the calloused fingers kneading downwards to your back, Oh, and you especially can't forget when Yuushi proceeds to lean downwards to whisper in your ear, the sound of his voice sending tingles down your spine. You swore he knew what he was doing to you whenever he would languidly smirk in your direction while pulling away, watching intently at the way a flush would fume onto your cheeks. Still, you'd always try and brush it off, a few occurrences where you'd call him out and catch him on his toes, but nothing more.

After all, you still were unsure if he was actually a taken man. It was hard to be certain when you'd smell a women's fragrance throughout the fabric of his clothes, or when bite marks would be poorly hidden on his neck and collarbone. You couldn't even blame him for being so smitten, if the relationship he was in was with that lady. She was stunning, and deep down, the longing for both made it hard to tell who exactly you were jealous of in this dynamic. Too many thoughts continued to rush in your head at the many possible realities of this situation, and the consequences of each. The anticipation of what would come from each decision was enough to make you anxious, and you were fairly uncertain if you would confess your feelings at all. So what better to stop dwelling on all these stomach-churning, concerned emotions than to drink your nerves away?

Bringing home a newly-gifted wine that a customer brought as a gift to your delight, and began to strip away the sweaty clothes that would be considered your uniform, you got ready to drink. Changing into a snug nightgown that accentuated all your curves, yet still managing to be cozy, you plopped yourself down on your bed, and began drinking straight from the bottle. The more you drank, the more you began to lose your sense of time and actions. Delirious from the abundance of alcohol consumed, you felt yourself become lighter from the lack of worry, more daring to pursue whatever came to mind initially. So that's when you decided that you were going to ask Yuushi to meet the mystery lady and tell them both everything. Rejection was something you could bear, despite any future awkwardness in interactions. After a month of all this teasing, to this foreplay, you had to get this off your chest and be free of any precedents that consumed your mind.

Slithering out of your covers, you leaned onto the walls for support and managed to make your way into the hallway, walking up to his doorstep. Knocking, much louder than intended, onto Totsumoto's door, you gathered yourself together, feeling your legs wobble while waiting for his arrival. Fortunately, it didn't take long for him to arrive, and albeit messy, he presented himself nicely to you. "It's kinda late for you to be up like this," Yuushi's taunt rolled off his tongue delightfully as he soaked in your attire, hungry eyes tracing over the curves of your body all the way up to your face. "Did you need something from me?" Watching the bob of his Adam's apple, his body leaned against the doorframe as he looked at you expectantly. Clearing your throat, one of your hands pulled at the ends of your dress and you swore that you saw Totsumoto's hand flinch slightly at the action. When you found yourself ready, you held the bottle between the two of you, showcasing it to him.

"I got some pretty high-quality wine from work. I was hoping to share a glass with you and your partner-in-crime in there?" The words rushed out from your lips quickly, eyes retreating to the floor as you became bashful from the proposition. "I understand if you're both busy, but..." Your words trailed out into silence, already preparing yourself for the rejection you were about to face. How silly it was for you to overstep one too many boundaries that were far from formal. Opening your mouth to take back your previous statement, you were unexpectedly met with the warm touch of a hand tilting your head up by the chin. Yuushi's grasp was firm, ensuring that you returned all your focus to him, both mentally and physically. "Look at me when you're asking. When you huddle down like that, you become all meek and quiet," His breath was batted against your face as he leaned down closer to you. "So speak up, sweetheart." The wetness in your panties increased ten-folds by his demanding tone being whispered out to you, his hand shifting to grip at your jawline as he held your face up, so that you could only stare ahead at him.

"Can I come in? W-With you and your lady friend," You asked, this time, projecting your voice much louder to him, as per requested. "To be honest, I've seen her only once, and I'm attracted to her just as much as I'm attracted to you." Your confession was slurred out, watching his reaction through half-lidded eyes. An audible gulp came from Yuushi's end as he focused on you with wide eyes. Thumb unconsciously grazing your bottom lip, he waited for you to pull away from his touch, yet you didn't. In fact, you leaned into it, resting your face into his hand as if you were relishing the sensation. The pure neediness you conveyed throughout a simple graze alone was enough to make Yuushi's cock twitch in his pants in response. He couldn't deny his attraction to you either, ever since you stumbled your way up to his doorstep with those lacey, black cotton panties that you flashed him with. It was hard not to forget the way your eye-catching nipples showing through the thin layer of your t-shirt due to the chill carried within the hallways.

Yuushi never became more grateful for the lack of warmth present within the corridor until that night. He chuckled at the revelation of your words, never expecting something a response such as that. Then again, with what K-san had been reacting to the mentioning of your name, with the way she would bashfully smile and look away, he should've connected the dots much sooner. "Hmm, is that so? So when did this happen?" Yuushi asked the question softly, tantalizingly sweeping at the chapstick to coat your lips. "A-A month ago..." Your response was immediate, eyes practically begging him to do more. Seeing your once cheeky and sly persona after all those times of being alone with you reduced to this, it was hard not to take you all for himself. "Sneaky little thing, keeping such a secret like that," He tsked, silently trailing down his other hand to the curve of your back, touching it ever so lightly. "I didn't expect the both of you to hide that from me, I'm a little hurt." Faking a frown, he leaned his face down, the lust clear in his overall aura as he consumed you with it.

"What are you gonna do to make it up to me?" He pondered aloud, moving past your face to ghost his lips over the skin of your neck. "Let me in, a-and I'll make it up to the both of you. I still need to formally apologize to her too." It was cute, you speaking out in such a challenging tone, despite the way you quivered at the lightest of touches. Yuushi wanted to tease you far more, wanting to make you beg for it, but you both were missing one more member of this party. If this was the experienced you wanted, it was best to fulfil it in full, after all. "C'mon in, sweetheart, Let's get you two real acquainted with one another." Hooking you in by the waist, Yuushi reeled you into his apartment room, instantly closing the door behind him at your entrance. The sight that you were graced with at your immediate arrival was the mystery lady that had been filling both your sleepless nights and dreams. Her long hair cascading down her luscious figure, it contrasted greatly to soft, yet mature facial features.

That white, thin-strapped dress that you initially saw her dressed in still adorned her body, and it was hard not to let your gaze wander. The lady was quick to hide away from your staring, rushing to hide behind Yuushi's broad body as she peered to the side over at you. Shaking your head, you did your best to clear those thoughts away; after all, you didn't want to make her uncomfortable, especially without knowing her sexual attraction towards you. Sticking out your hand to her, you concealed your own nervousness with a small smile, to make her less uncomfortable. Reintroducing yourself, you stated, "It's nice to finally meet you, but if you're wary of my presence, I can leave whenever you desire." Your hand was only stared at for a moment, and you began to feel stupid about even offering it out in the first place, but you were pleasantly surprised when she scooted away from Yuushi, making her way over to you.

Cautiously, her hand grasped onto yours, and you shivered slightly from how cold she was, despite looking so warm to the touch. She emitted a little hum as she looked over to you with a graceful smile upon her lips. You nearly forgot about Yuushi's being, with how he quietly watched the scene play out, when he appeared at both of your sides. "This is K. She doesn't really talk, so don't worry if she only responds in hums and body motions." His explanation made a lot of sense, especially when you recall your first encounter with K through the door. "K, by any chance, could you hear me when I first spoke to you?" As a reply, she nodded firmly in confirmation, her silky smooth fingers rubbing against the crevices of your fingers while you stared at her, wide-eyed. Once my initial reaction dwindled, you squeezed her hands delicately, reciprocating her gentle touches.

"I'm glad. I was worried that you were so upset, that you didn't want to talk to me at all." K shook her head at said accusations, rebuking the thought physically by cupping your cheek, leaning closer up to you. Her honeyed scent wafted around your nose, her irises looking at you through her lashes as she angled her mouth over the curve of your jawline, colliding her cold, yet plush lips to the corner of one side. Your breathing hitched at her slow, yet sensual kisses against your jaw, teeth clenched as you kept your body as still as you possibly could. If you acted too soon, it may startle her, causing her to run away from you. It was like approaching an easily startled cat, you had to let K get adjusted and comfortable, before allowing yourself to act. Even with knowing this, it was a struggle to keep yourself under control, as if she had this aura about her that ignited the submerged emotions of lust you had kept concealed about the pair.

Her hands grasped at your face tighter, gently pushing into your cheekbones as she littered a series of kisses everywhere besides your lips. "K..." Was all you mumbled, flexing your hand over the dip of her hip, causing her to jump slightly. Your touch was foreign to her, but you'd make sure she would become adjusted to it quickly as you leaned you face close to hers. So close, close enough to where one slight tilt of the head would have your lips meshing together. You could feel the hitch of her breath upon your lips, it was yet another cool feeling that her body continued to offer, but you didn't mind it too much. "Please, kiss me." You requested, your other hand snaking around the other side of her hips as your eyes begged a silent plea out to her, beckoning her to you. Fortunately, she didn't have you waiting long, eagerly pressing her lips down onto yours as she gently nibbled at your bottom lip. Whining at the mix of pain and pleasure, you let her devour your in the open-mouth kiss, feeling her tongue brush against yours.

Nails digging into her hips, you felt her body shift closer, her breasts brushing against your own. For how innocent she initially looked, it definitely took you aback seeing how much control she had over you, and how much you ended up enjoying being swept up in it all. "Aren't you two getting along nicely?" Yuushi's raspy voice snapped you out of your K devoted haze, pulling away from the kiss to look over at the man. "Totsumoto..." Warmth flooded to your cheeks at the realization that he was watching the entire scene displayed out to him. "No need to be so formal anymore. Yuushi's fine," Yuushi remarked, slithering his hands around your waist, pulling himself closer to your back. "With how quickly you both forgot about me, I'm starting to feel a little left out." Feeling his hard-on brushed up against your rear end, your gazed trekked down to look at its immense size— still so prominent throughout his boxers and sweatpants.

"C'mere, sweetheart. Wanna have a taste of those pretty lips that have been teasing me for the past few weeks." You were quickly flipped around to face Yuushi, almost as if you were a pig on a roast, one side being faced down against the heat while the other cooled down against the breeze— even treatment for all people involved. Yuushi didn't give you a moment to compose yourself, taking your wetted lips all for his own. The kiss was much more intense than K's, ravaging all that you had to offer him, making your head spin in pleasure from the feeling of it all. How his hands tugged your jaw up to him, forcing you to keep up with whatever he had to give you. Your backside rested against K's pillowy chest, noting at how her hands encircled your body to tug at the top part of your dress. With its stretchy fabric, it had no issue being tugged down, exposing your chest to them both.

K crooned at the sight, instantly getting to work on your hardened nipples, much to your delight. Moaning softly throughout the kiss, your hands went in two opposing directions— one to gently cradle the back of K's head to pull her into the crook of your neck, and the other entangling itself into Yuushi's messy locks of hair, drilling his lips as deep as you could muster. The three of you worked in a frenzy, each conducting separate tasks, yet still managing to make it work amongst you all. They were especially being considerate of you, making you the center of attention for tonight's festivities where there was no inch of skin untouched by either of them. K's light nibbles down the side of your neck as she kneading each of your breast in her hands, while Yuushi crept downwards, hiking the skirt of your dress up, so that your bottom-half was exposed to them, without any present panties to cover you up.

Yuushi grunted in delight at the sight, seeing your pussy lips glisten in the light, desperate and feigning for attention. "No panties? Were you planning this from the start, naughty girl?" He then proceeded to flick at your pinched nipples, watching how you whined out to him, an expression of embarrassment over your features. "I'm not supposed to wear panties with this dress, or else the line shows..." Your breathing hitched at his sly hands slipping down, spreading your lower lips out as the tip of one of his fingers rubbed against your clit ever so lightly. It wasn't enough pressure to get you off, but it did make you greedy, clawing at the nape of his neck to do something, anything more. "Hmm, is that so," He drawled, sinking his body downwards to be face-to-face with your pussy, nearly licking his lips at the sight.

Rough hands patting at your ass, he slid you down from sitting on your feet; furthermore, you were sprawled out against their floor, legs spread open for easy access for Yuushi to lap greedily at your juices as your face was beneath and in between K's thighs. While staring up at her already sopping folds, an idea sparked in your head at the gratifying sight. Scaling your hands up the curves of her calves, up to her thighs, you gripped onto the flesh around the underside of her ass. She squeaked, not expecting you to take the initiative in such a manner as she looked down at you, a blush clearly apparent on her cheeks. "Don't worry, K. I can take it." You reassured her between pants, gliding one of your fingers over her puckered hole, enticing you to put your tongue into it. That was all she needed to hear to comply, hovering her body over your face as your tongue drilled into her.

Her bodily fluids dripped onto the lower half of your face like water, but you didn't mind in the slightest, slurping on whatever she gave to you, almost as if you were drinking water and you were parched. Between the feeling of Yuushi's tongue darting atop your clit while his fingers deliciously into you as K rested her weight on you a little more, practically suffocating you with her thighs was probably one of the best feelings you could experience at this time. You were high from so many new tastes and touches that hit all the right spots, it was as if you couldn't get enough of it. Throughout your daze, Yuushi would suck marks on the inside of your thighs, his teeth digging in before the saliva coating his tongue would ease the pain. He would murmur a mixture of praise and degradation under his breath. From calling you a "good girl" to downright shaming you to getting off to this, you couldn't tell which one you liked more.

With how quickly he pumped his fingers in and out of you— with how deep they were reaching with the perfect curl he would hook at your walls, you could feel yourself close to coming, the tight coil in your stomach twisting tightly. At that moment, you knew you wanted to get K to come at the same time as you, so your already sloppy maneuvers increased in pressure and pacing. She was practically humping your face, her hair trickling down to the sides of your face as she watched you, lewd moans slipping past her lips. Mentally capturing that image in your head, your felt a gushing sensation in between your legs as your moan shot through K's body, causing her back to arch as her juices began to flow into your mouth, right down into your throat. "Look at that, you treated K so well. Do you think you made it up to her, just like ya wanted?" He slurred, tongue continuing to lap up any of the excess juices to trickle down your thighs before raising up to stare at your cum-coated face.

A look of pure euphoria was in your eyes as K-san shifted off of you, as the two of them peered down to look at you, gazes both sultry. You hummed in response, tilting your head over to K to get her judgement on the matter. "Did I?" You croaked out, a cheeky smile present on your face. Her nodding was so quick that if you weren't focusing, you'd have missed it. "Look at you, being so good for her," Yuushi commented, lifting your body upwards so that you were leaning against his chest. "Now, can you do the same for me?" His words shot straight down to your pussy, having you squeezing your legs together as you down at what his hands were doing. Observing as he pulled his sweatpants and boxers off in one go, you got to feel his cock slap against your backside before resting atop of it. The drizzle of precum to trail from the tip's slit had you wanting to suck him dry, knowing the got off to you eating him out.

"Yes, I'll be so good for you, Yuushi. Please fuck me hard." You sang out, pressing your ass against his cock as he rubbed against your folds tantalizingly slow. He groaned at your sudden movement, his hand reaching down to slap at your ass, watching how your back moved away from his, pussy grinding down deeper against his dick. "You're such a needy little thing, aren't you? Don't worry, I'll pump you full of my cock, so just be good and take it." With that, he spared no time for pleasantries, rubbing his cock against your wet entrance, before thrusting himself into your sopping cunt. Hand grasping at the front of your neck, he lurched your body up against his once more, drilling his fat cock into you. He filled you up beautifully, every time hitting just the right spot to get you off. K watched you unravel to Yuushi's hard fucking, crawling up to your body to capture your lips with her own, her hands teasing at your clit while you were being stuffed.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Yuushi growled in your ear, fingers digging into the flesh of his hips as his head rested on the nape of your neck. Eyes peering down, he watched as you swallowed his cock, noting the slight imprint on your stomach every time he sinks back into you. "You feel too good, sweetheart. It's like you're, shit, milking me dry with that greedy, little pussy of yours." With every ounce of dirty-talk he spoke, only caused you to moan louder, and if you weren't too head-empty from the ecstasy you were currently experiencing, you'd be concerned about how loud you were being. Using all your willpower, you brought your face in between K's chest, taking one of her perky nipples into your mouth as the other hand went to rubbing at her clit. "Wanna make you both feel s'good..." Letting out another wanton moan, you sucked at her nipples, entranced at the way her breast lactated into your mouth the more your teeth would lightly pull at her nipples, before swirling your tongue around it to give a mix of sensations on her sensitive nipples.

Yuushi's hand on your neck turned your head to the side to face him, his slightly-tanned skin flushed as he was bewitched with the way your hips moved to meet him halfway, allowing his tip to brush all the way up to your cervix, coaxing you to cum all over his cock. His relentless thrusts never ceased, even as he was feeling himself twitch deep in your guts. Yuushi had feigned for this for too long, and now that he had you wrapped around his cock, he was certain that this wouldn't be the last time both he and K would be seeking you out to join them. Perhaps even a daily occurrence, if you'll be on board. The thought alone had his breath hitching, thinking of all the things he could try on you both, and all the fantasies flowing throughout his mind fueled the ramming of his cock inside you. He was fixated on the way your eyes rolled back, eyes lulling down as you were practically drunk on the feeling of his dick inside of you.

K was no better, her body grinding onto your fingers as you inserted a couple of digits into her, allowing her to revel in the pleasure that you both were feeling. At the same time, the hand that K once had on your clit slumped over Yuushi's shoulder, bringing them all closer to one another. There was something so endearing about the action that Yuushi couldn't tease K about it; instead, Yuushi decided to help out, gripping onto the inside of your thigh, sneaking his fingers down to your clit to finish you off. "You both are so cute, you know that? I can feel how close you are with how hard you're clinging onto my cock," Yuushi's let out a deep groan, trying to keep the same pacing of his hand on your clit, but it was hard not to go into a frenzy with how you were gripping down on him. "C'mon, pretty girl, wanna feel you come all over my cock. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?" All you could do was nod, face being tugged away from K's chest to be bombarded by Yuushi's lips on yours, letting out a loud moan against his lips as you were given no chance to process the way you released all over his cock, spasming against his chest.

K's hips trembled at the sight, following in suit as she pushed herself as deep as she could go on your fingers, coating them with her slick juices as she came. Yuushi was the last, pumping into you with the last ounce of energy he seemed to have before spilling his hot, thick load into you, adorning the way you clung to his chest so tightly. "Was that as fun as you imagined, sweetheart?" Yuushi spoke, his voice hushed, as he laid you down next to him, pulling K to lay alongside you as you were sandwiched between the pair. With a dopey smile on you face, despite all the bodily fluids coating your body and the floor beneath you, there was a joy unlike any other you had in this moment. Glancing between the both of them, your smile only grew wider as K placed a chaste kiss to your cheek while Yuushi played with your fingers gently.

"Definitely. Round two in ten minutes?"

"I'd thought you never ask."

happy pride month y'all! this has been in the drafts for too long and I wanted to finish this for pride month (as a bisexual girly-), so y'all enjoy! (also, no I haven’t read it all, gotta finish it lol-)

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“things that matter” ♡ | nikola tesla

pairing: nikola tesla x gn. reader

warnings: 4.8k words, afterlife au, pre-ror development, fluff, established relationship, far distance relationship issues, angst with a happy ending, slow build-up, soft make-out sessions

synopsis: your lover, consumed by his conquest for a massive breakthrough in his studies, loses sight of the people around him that matter– especially you.

HIS WORK, AND NOTHING MORE-- A COMMON PHRASE USED BY NIKOLA WHEN DESCRIBING HIS PASSIONS. It was one of the very things that you adored about your lover; indeed, his overwhelming devotion to whatever he puts his mind to. Hearing in excruciating details the discoveries Nikola has made so far, along with what he intends to do in the future. He never rushed his perfection, taking his time analyzing each and every component of a plan to make sure everything is executed flawlessly. No matter how much time it took him, he would spend every fiber of his being to complete it.

It was always a sight to see him dancing around his lab with the equations and models that he scribbled down with a dull chalk bud used relentlessly. Nikola's eyes would always be brimming with purest form of fascination when he figured out an answer to his dilemmas, as if it were a gift that he's been given. Mozart's symphonies would echo throughout the hall on his record player, playing for long spans of time whenever he was too focused on the task at hand to change it.

There were even instances where Nikola pushed his body to the extreme, leaving him to feel lethargic from the lack of food and sleep. You had grown used to taking care of him during those times, pampering him with his favorite meals and resting the rest of the day away. Majority of the time, Nikola recognized the limits that his body held, but there was one particular research project that spiraled him down into passing out. You could recall everything that transpired that day. The sheer fright of how pale his skin looked, how his cheeks have thinned, and how his eyebags had darkened, creating semi-permanent indentations around his eyes.

Bringing him from off the floor, you eased him down onto his desk chair, propping up his body to where he wasn't uncomfortable. Fetching some water and a clean cloth, you started with dipping the cloth into the bowl, squeezing out the excess water before dabbing the wet fabric onto his face to wake Nikolas. You repeated the process for a few cycles before you noticed him beginning to wake. At that moment, you knew you couldn't hold your tongue with the way he was treating his body. "You mustn't push your body to the brink of exhaustion, dearest! Seeing you as a workaholic husk instead of the vivacious and hungry man fueled by his desire to create, to help others concerned me to no end." 

It was as if you were scolding a child as the words poured feverishly past your lips.  Fist clenched and shoulders squared, you held your ground on the matter, yet you couldn't make yourself glare at his disheveled frame. No, your gaze softened as you knelt down to Nikola's seated body, pressing the gentlest of kisses to his calloused fingertips to his bruised knuckles. "I love how attentive you are to your career as an inventor, but you can't drown yourself in the storm of ideas you constantly have brewing in your head. You need to establish a balance between your work and your well-being."

Nikola placed his hand over yours, letting your words sink in and permeate in his head. He always hated being wrong, but he couldn't deny that your words held the truth. What he hated even more was seeing you in such a distraught state of mind, worrying over him. His thumb rubbed circles across the joints of your fingers, as if you were the one who needed comforting.

"I'm sorry, my love. There's no need to fret over me any longer." He said, his voice low and raspy instead of his usual bombastic volume he emitted wherever he went. "I'm always going to worry about you because I care. I just don't want you to drown yourself in your work." Blue eyes that made even the clearest of skies pale in comparison stared down at you dully, lacking the luster that once made them sparkle. You cup the side of his face tenderly, raising his head from its slumped state.

"Just... Promise me you'll try to take better care of yourself?" Nikola didn't respond with words; instead, he leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to your temple. His hands clung onto your top, the fabric being dug into by his hands. Your usual perfume filled his nostrils, a scent that even in the deepest of trances can bring some awareness for him. More than anything in this very moment, Nikola wanted the company that he isolated himself from for far too long. "I'll try, just promise you'll be patient with me." There was no question on the matter, you knew that you would always wait for him, because you were indubitably in love with him.

Even in death, as your soul became your sentient being, your final form, you stayed by his side. Both of you appearing in your prime, his tousled back hair to his vibrant blue eyes, he was just as how you remembered him. Holding the same vigor he carried throughout his past life, he worked even harder within a world that had no limitations in the pursuit of his studies. With newfound access to creators from timelines both in the past and future, he was able to converse with some of the brightest minds from across history. understanding what was once foreign to him.

Of course, Nikola made a greater effort in spending time with you as well. Apart from his fast-paced ramblings and frantic pacing throughout the new workspace he had created with you, Nikola explored things outside the realm of science, things of your interest. Showing you grand gestures by creating little trinkets and décor that made him think of you, scheduling days away from his job to devote that time to you and you alone-- whether it be simply appreciating one another's company or taking you out to sightsee areas that he believed you would like. Seeing him take into mind what you've said in the past, seeing him make an effort after spending countless years with one another, was touching. You knew how much being an inventor meant to Nikola, and in no way would you ever try to take that away from him.

Just as much as he compromised for you, you made sure to reciprocate the same notion to him. There would be times where it stretched for days where you wouldn't hear from him, seeing as he close himself off into his lab like a hermit when the latest idea that he had needed to be fulfilled. Little notes would be transferred between the two of you in these moments to reassure one another that you were doing alright with the use of a robotic pigeon named Regis that he created for this sole purpose. It was miraculous how lively the animatronic acted, almost like she were your pet bird. Whenever she wasn't sending messages between the both of you, she would keep you company during the time Nikola couldn't.

And no matter what, in the end of his grueling sessions, you were always the first for Nikola to sought after, showing you the fruit of all of his hard work, going into depth for every specific detail and purpose for what each mechanic served. To tie it all together, he would always pull you into his embrace, peppering kisses all along your face as you would giggle at his antics. Everything in your "life" with Nikola was going smoothly, and you wouldn't trade it for the world, but even in the afterlife, things can't be harmonious forever. There were rumors uprising about the Gods consulting about an event called Ragnarök occurring, and out of all the billions of people that could've been chosen, Nikola Tesla was one of the thirteen warriors drafted to fight for humanity.

You knew there was no swaying Nikola from carrying out with this request, no matter how much your heart yearned for him to refuse, to back down this once, so he could stay with you. He was too stubborn, too prideful about his intelligence in what science has to shoe to ever step down; in fact, you swore that he was elated to be picked for the duel, eyes brimming inexplicably bright as the sides of his mouth twitched upwards. For how long you've known Nikola, it's amazing how he still manages to baffle you every once in a while. What was no surprise, though, was how quickly he went to work afterwards, sparring no time for civilities any longer, for he had work to do.

"There's no time to lose," He dressed himself quickly, rushing from out the bedsheets to gather some of his most needed equipment to bring along with him. Where he was exactly going, neither of you knew, but he was told that he would be escorted to a private chambers later in the day via letter. "I will ensure that Regis stays with you. I don't know when I'll see you next." He looked at you, watching the twitch of your lips as you tried your best to hold a smile. "I know." Nikola knew that you understood the gravitation of the situation, it just didn't make it any easier to part from one another. "I'm a sorry excuse of a lover. I know, time and time again, I don't deserve someone as understanding as you are, but please wait for me."

You shook your head at his self-degrading, disapproving of any of the claims that he had made about himself. "I always will, Nikola." Affirming your words with a kiss to his lips, you relished the feeling of his smooth lips, the stale taste of whiskey lingering when you parted away from him. Making sure that neither of you could forget the feeling of each other, Nikola brought his lips back onto yours, this time, holding the notion for longer. His gloved thumb cupped the side of your jaw, controlling the pace.

He kissed you as if it would be his last, sharing to you what could not be expressed through words, before he pulled away, eyes lulling over you. Exhaling through your nose, you pecked the corner of his mouth before moving away. "Let's finish up quickly. Maybe we'll have time for a drink afterwards." Nikola offered, grinning in your direction before he turned to work on a section of his lab, next to you. The time spent getting his items packed together was short, but you spent it as close as you possibly could to each other until he had to depart.

Brunhilde, the eldest of the Valkyrie sisters, was quick to usher Nikola into a space where he could concur his masterpiece alongside the most brilliant minds within history, locked away to handle his own devices. You knew you wouldn't be seeing Nikola for a while, hearing him discuss all the varying thoughts he had stored up in that magnificent mind of his, nor have him hold you during nightfall, where the warmth of his body would ease you to sleep. This situation was bigger than you, and he had his wondrous destiny to triumph over, so you had to be strong. You had to conceal your emotions on the matter, and support him as best as you could from the sidelines.

Time seemed to pass effortlessly over the span of weeks, going on two months, and you hadn't heard a peep from Nikola. It was as if he had disappeared off the very face of the Earth, and you had no means of finding him. Patience was becoming something you couldn't afford, no matter how much you attempted to coax yourself into whatever ideas you'd like to believe was true. There was no evidence to support any of your claims, anything your imagination manifested for the sake of comfort, and knowing that made you impatient. The only communication line you had has now been severed, and your only hope was that one of your little friends could reach out to him, or someone that could get you to him.

"Please try and find him for me, Regis. I need to know that he's doing okay." Your desperate whispers were weak as you cradled the metallic bird within your trembling hands. The request was tied to one of its hindlimbs, a shriveled up note lacking any of the flair that you would typically put in. It was a pathetic excuse of a request to see him, at the earliest convenience, to whoever had the capability to hear your woes and help out. You watched as Regis's intricate wings flapped, before leaving the window of your chambers until she was out of sight. With taking account of Regis's speed, she could locate Nikola within the span of a few hours, if his lab was in close distance.

All you could in that time was clean yourself up, changing from out of the days old clothing that had been left on your back to change into something much more presentable for the public eye. Combing out the tangles in your hair that you had refused to have taken care of any earlier and brushing your teeth until all the plaque buildup had been scrubbed away. You tried to recall the moment you fell out of your daily routines of self care, being about for days ago when the an entire two months had passed with no words exchanged with Nikola. Of course, you had your friends, but you wanted the company of your lover, you had to see him, or at least hear him. This was the longest you had gone without seeing him, or without one of those little notes he would send you to show you that he was at least still functioning.

You didn't want to disturb him, but you wished that he reached out first to let you know that he was okay, and that he longed to see you just as much as you do now. You blink away the tears that attempted to gloss over your eyes-- no, you wouldn't cry, even though thinking about the loss of contact hurt. Reminiscing over what was instead of how things are now made things easier for a time, but they were no permanent solution by any means. Once you were finished tidying yourself up, you occupied the time by going throughout the piles of notes that he had composed throughout his projects, his handwriting surprisingly eloquent for how fast he jotted everything down. Even throughout his scattered thoughts, you were a sidenote on every few pages, seeing Nikola's deepest desires to be beside you used as a motivation to work even harder.

Sometimes you were a footnote on the side, but then there were others where thoughts of you would take up the entirety of a page. If something was used to quell your anxious thoughts of how much importance you are to him, the hundreds of pages that you were on made all the doubt you once held wash away the more you buried yourself into his writing. Digging deeper and deeper into every stack that you could get your hands on, you saw how much he cared, and that in the stretched out times that you were apart, even now, still took a toll on him too. Despite feeling so bitter initially, so lost as to where you stand with Nikola, you nearly forgot the type of man your dearest was.

Nikola Tesla was a lover unlike any other, one who was so devoted that his eyes never strayed to another, one who once makes a promise never backs down from it. His resolve was strong, which was probably one of the very reasons he was chosen to fight for humanity. This wasn't something that should make you upset, it should be something that makes you proud of all of his efforts being recognized by the Gods. If that isn't a feat in itself, then you didn't know what was. You smiled to yourself, one that was genuine, for the first time in what felt like weeks. "Nikola, wait for me just a little bit longer. I'm on my way." You declared aloud, your voice echoing throughout the domed space, before proceeding to examine more of his research entries as Mozart played in your ears.

"My, I never thought I would have the opportunity to examine the mad scientist's before-death work for myself." A feminine voice jested, one that sounded quite familiar to your ears. You whipped your head around, surprised by the unexpected intrusion on your privacy. Brunhilde, someone you didn't quite trust, waltz right past your locked door to stand right in front of you. "How did you-" "Valkyries have a lot of things that humans don't. Anyway, it's of no importance right now," It was clear that she wasn't going to elaborate any more on the whole "breaking-in" spiel, but you couldn't help but be curious by her sudden arrival. "There was a creation of Tesla's, a bird who approached me with a request made by you." Revealing the now crumpled note that she was holding onto, you were relieved to see that Regis was able to reach out to someone in power over the whole event.

"I wish to see Nikola. I know he's busy, so I'm grateful for any amount of time I'm able to spend with him," Your cheeks flushed deeper with each word you spoke, but you knew it was what you wanted more than anything else. "Has he been taking care of himself? I hope he hasn't been drowning himself in alcohol to keep up." Muttering the last part under your breath, you glanced towards her hopefully. With all the commotion going around, it would make sense if Brunhilde didn't have the time to check up on him daily, but she was the last one you saw interact with him. You figured she had to know something about his whereabouts. "Tesla has been well; in fact, he's been outworking all of his other colleagues, staying up for hours on end."

You chuckled at the thought, recalling yourself placed in a familiar situation with Tesla. Multiple different occurrences, each with their own story to tell. Times where you would escort him to bed, others where you provided him company when the moon was high-strung and vibrant. You could go on, and on with the stories you had to share, but now simply wasn't the time. "That sounds like him. For a man who a go with only an hour of sleep, it's incredible how he always manages to outpace everyone." You couldn't stop the smile from breaking out on your lips as you gazed back down at the last paper you were holding, one dedicated to you. "You care for him deeply." Brunhilde said in a matter-of-fact tone, fingertips grazing over the stray papers scattered across his desk as she made her way to you.

"He is always in my thoughts," You paused, grip tightening on the sheet of paper in your hands. "I'm surrounded by every little thing that reminds me of him. It's amazing how thinking of someone can make a person so happy, yet so sad at the same time." She hummed softly at your words, her walking ceasing when she made her way 'round the lab until she was right in front of you. "I can bring you to him. I believe Tesla seeing you will improve his work ethic significantly." Oh, so she did gain something out of helping you with your request, but it was of no matter. What did was that you wouldn't have to waste a second more wallowing in your loneliness, because you would be with him. "I would love nothing more than to see him."

Brunhilde flashed a smile in your direction, beckoning you with a wave of her hand. Without hesitation, you followed her without second thought out of the room to as she lead you out of your home, out to an area you didn't recognize. There were so many questions you wanted to ask her, but a part of you assumed that Brunhilde wasn't the type to share all of her cards to anyone she didn't trust. Deciding that it would be best to ask Nikola his perspective when you had the chance, you kept your mouth shut as you continued to walk alongside her in silence. Being graced with the enormous arena structure that replicated the common Greek architecture, you marveled at the sight for a moment, before realizing that she continued to walk within the open hallways.

Venturing throughout this place was most certainly a workout in itself. Various corridors and stairs to escalate, you began to wonder how it was so easy for Brunhilde to keep such a consistent pace with all the walking you had to do to get around. "Don't worry, we're almost there." She suddenly informed you, as if she was able to read your mind. Maybe it was the telltale signs of the way you struggled to keep her pace, with every one step she made, you had to take two. Nodding at her words, you noticed her turn a sharp corner, leading towards a padlocked door. It resembled the type that would be in action novels where a big heist would take place, overbearing and intimidating to the eye. "He's in here?" Your heart was beginning to pace much faster than before, hands becoming clammy at the thought as you looked ahead, thoughts racing, and every single one of them about Nikola.

"Yes, he is. Are you ready?" Brunhilde glanced over at you through her peripheral vision, her hand already placed down on the scanner that allowed her access into the sealed off space. "I have been for quite sometime now-- I can't even contain my excitement." You exhaled, drawing it out longer to really feel like this was happening. You could feel the burning in your muscles for the far out walk that had to be made, but everything about the destination and finally being reunited all felt so surreal to the point where it was hard to decipher if this was true. The door whirled in recognition to the Valkyrie, the gigantic handles spinning automatically until another machine peered out. She followed it, head tilting upwards to where her eyes were visible enough for the machine to process. A beeping sound rung out in confirmation, causing the door to swing open, granting both of you access inside.

A short tunnel proceeded soon after, filled to the brim with different pipelines going all throughout the walls, emitting a fluorescent glow from all corners. "He did all that?" You gaped, referencing the tight security established just to get into the room alone. "Indeed. He is quite the mad scientist, isn't he?" She commented, gesturing to the final barrier standing in front of you. It was a much simpler door in comparison to the one you were faced with before, a basic turn-the-knob mechanic that threw you off. You motioned your hand to the handle, eliciting a singular nod from the dark-haired woman as a sign to proceed. Wiping your hands on your slacks, you reached out to place your hand on the silver handle with a tight grip, before turning it open to bare witness to the sight in front of you.

A very spacious lab with rounded walls that were all covered to the brim with filled-up chalkboards, windows acting as dividers all throughout the lining of the walls. Endless sheets of papers acted as a rug throughout the flooring with the occasional stack of books on the side. It was a mess, to say the least, but that could be discussed on a later note. Rushing fully into the room, your eyes searched for the one person you were trying to locate, until the door was slowly beginning to close. Brunhilde waved at you a farewell before the door completely closed due to the force of a familiar gloved hand. Following the direction of the arm, your eyes trailed upward to see a recognized set of clothing, continuing until you saw him, Nikola Tesla in all his upstanding glory.

He looked healthy, skin just as fair as it was when he left, his enchanting blue eyes staring at you with a gaze that made your heart swell, and a grin, one that was so bright that it left you awestricken. Brown hair tousled, majority of it pushed back with a few wavy strands falling to his forehead as Regis was parched on his shoulder, just like old times. You reached out to him, voice failing to make itself apparent, but that didn't stop him from making his way to you, carefully grabbing your wrist to bring your hand up to his cheek. He was flushed, and so warm to the touch. His natural, earthly scent that he tended to emit filled your senses, allowing your tense hand to ease up, cupping the side of his face more properly. You had so much that you wanted to say, so many questions brewing inside your head, but they all felt pointless to ask because Nikola was here with you now, so nothing else mattered.

"I've been waiting for such a long time." Was all that came out from your mouth, finally taking the chance to look him head on. "I know." Is what he replied with, turning his head slightly to press a kiss to the palm of your hand. "I've missed you-- more than you would ever know." You let out a shaky breath. It was becoming much harder to have a proper restraint over your emotions, and Nikola knew it. "Whenever I slept, it was you who filled all my dreams." He admitted, his smile becoming lopsided as he pensively let his sight be taken up by you alone. "I wish you reached out to me, I've sent countless letters to you throughout the days, yet to be met with no response," Tears prickled your eyes as you recounted the days where your hope dwindled with each passing day you waited, as per his request.

It was unbearable, that period of isolation etched into your mind, becoming a part of your life that won't become easy to simply move on from. Eventually though, you will, and you know that. "As much as it hurt, I'm just so much more relieved to see you." Moving your hand away from his face, you brought his shoulder forward to bring him into a tight embrace. Bringing his hands up to your back, Nikola squeezed you back, everything feeling so right when you are in his arms. It was if he was finally home, and he didn't realize how much he missed it, until he had to be apart from you. Kissing any surface of exposed skin, he wanted to show his appreciation for you, wanting to be rid of any thoughts during your time apart that were dark and simply untrue. From your collarbone to your neck, maneuvering upwards until your lips were the only unmarked spot.

He kissed you light, almost as if he was asking permission to continue further into the kiss. You both came to a compromise, you meeting him halfway as your lips finally pressed fully onto one another in conjunction. You combed your hair through his wavy strands, feeling how silky smooth they still were as you pushed him forward, even further in. Nikola was precise, excelling in knowing what exactly pleases you, and it was no different when he had his fingers brushing the nape of your neck, causing you to shudder from his touch. He chuckled against your lips, before moving his face back to have enough room to examine your flushed cheeks. "You haven't changed in the slightest." He hummed, your chin in his grasp as he thoroughly checked your body for any prominent changes that would come easy for him to notice.

Smiling at his familiar antics, you cheekily stated, "Neither have you. It's not something I mind, though." Your combined laughter echoed throughout the area, with Nikola tumbling back and pulling you down with him all across the papers that provided a surprisingly plush landing. Your head was placed right on top of his sturdy chest, unsure of what exactly was going on until Nikola's arm tucked under your body, bringing you closer to him.

"I want to share with you everything that I have discovered, everyone that I've met, and all that I have managed to accomplish in our time apart," Nikola exclaimed, hand reaching out towards the walls around him, motioning at the clearly visible result of a combined effort. "But more than anything, I want to hear about you. I want to know what you have been doing, even the mundane. The books you've read, the food you've eaten, I want to hear all about it, so won't you indulge me?"

a/n: wanted to write something soft for nikola's character because he is just too sweet.

[moeyes]

"the art of eye contact" ♡ | jack the ripper

pairing: jack the ripper x fem. reader

warnings: 4.9k words, smut, pwp, a little modernized (since the reader is a working girl), older man/younger woman dynamic (reader is in her late twenties), flirty banter, making out, cunnilingus, squirting

synopsis: the gentleman that you've been crushing on takes the initiative for the both of you.

JACK WAS A STRANGER TO HEARTFELT GESTURES AND THE RECEIVING OF BENEVOLENCE FROM OTHERS. If was ever managed to grace him, it was played out by the worst of actors and actresses that played significant roles in his childhood, trying to coarse him into doing their bidding. Learning from the folly and disingenuous attitudes reflected by the older "role models" that were in his life for a shorter period than average, Jack took the route less traveled during the grueling period in Great Britain and sought out the act of gentlemanliness. He was far from being good, but presenting himself as a bad person felt wrong to him.

Why show others everything he loathes about his uprising? The wrongful coercion, the haughty insults, and the destructive perspective on what life is full of were not what Jack wanted to reap onto others. He had this upstanding belief, a thorough philosophy that a gentlemen's deeds must match the words he spills from his lips. A façade that is offensive and distasteful is not how a gentleman would portray himself. In recognition of this, no matter how vicious venom would be shot in his direction, he would take it with the utmost grace and not reciprocate, but kill his prey with a kindness that reduces them to nothingness.

He was prideful in this skill that he practiced throughout his adulthood, and daresay believed he perfected this persona far better than any other man who presented himself to him. Women also became more apparently charmed by the way Jack carried himself, as well as the respect that he showed to every fair maiden he crossed paths with. You found yourself to have clambered on the same boat with some of the ladies who were cheekily stealing glances at the older man; fortunately, you had a better viewing spot from your spot at the cash register.

He had this prestigious elegance about him that separated him from the commonfolk-- especially with his opaque, steampunk monocle that shielded his right eye from public view. Silver hair gleamed in the natural light from the windows, making his pale skin all the brighter as his gaze was currently transfixed on the fresh brioche loaf he cradled carefully in his hands.

His gloved hands were long and slender, working well with the leather material that matched the dark palette of his attire. He was proving to be more of a distraction the more you continued to watch him. You began to wonder what he was going to pair with the freshly baked bread, or maybe whether or not he was going to take a ponder at the pastries at the other end of the store.

You decided that it may be best to leave him to his devices and preoccupy yourself with the work that was present in front of you. The moment your attention was away from him was the moment that he allowed his eyes to peer over at you. It was only fair; after all, you were watching him for quite some time. He had a few years over you, but it was something that didn't concern you with the way your gaze lingered on him for so long.

Jack couldn't deny that you were a rather exquisite maiden, with the way your aura exclaimed the impurity of your thoughts so vividly, so shamelessly. There was no reason to deny either of you the fortuitous opportunity that presented itself forward-- it would be rather ungentlemanly to do so. "Excuse me, my dear," The clacking of his dress shoes against the hardwood flooring made you apparent of his steadfast approach over to the counter. "I don't mean to disrupt you, but I wish to ask your opinion on a matter." You were well aware that he was addressing you with a friendly phrase, but you couldn't help the warmth that rushed to your cheeks from his sensuous voice.

Turning around to face the man, you didn't realize how close you were in proximity to him, along with the fact of how he had a bit of height over you. Clearing your throat, you responded with, "Of course! I am here to assist however I possibly can." Tying your greeting with a charming smile, you looked into his eyes, directing your focus onto him. "Oh, you're far too kind, milady!" He was quick to smile back at you out of gratitude, bringing up the loaf of bread that he had been studying for quite some time.

"You see, I have been attempting to explore my culinary skills with more foreign flavors, so I wanted to make a charcuterie board for the first time, but I am unsure of what type of bread would best compliment the cheese and meat that I have chosen." He was rather sophisticated, a trait that was shown even in his ramblings as he spoke out his woes to you.

"The bread that is typically used with charcuterie boards is French sourdough, but if you're not a fan of that type of bread, you could always pair your selection of sides with your favorite crackers," Trying to present him with a selection of options, you stepped away from the counter to present him with the particular baked good that you were advertising. "The beauty with what you're making is that you can fill them with all the things that you like!"

There was not a single moment where you didn't feel his eyes by the nape of your neck, peering over your shoulder to inquisitively watch your every maneuver. "Do you have any suggestions that I may partake in? I would love your input, my dear." There it was again, that oh-so-sweet term of endearment that made your grip on the soft loaf tighten slightly.

"Um, my personal preference would be the bread since it pairs well with vinaigrettes if you have that on your board! It absorbs the flavor better than crackers, and you can choose to have the crunch if you toast it, or you can just have it soft..." Your voice trailed off as you turned your head to look up at him, staring into that oh-so-entrancing eye, your curiosity only piqued by what color was hidden on the other side. Why did he bother to hide it? Is it a different color from his already present silver iris? You had no idea.

His gaze was intense, and it was proving more and more difficult to tear yourself away from it. So many unspoken things that were being poured out with a singular look made you utterly breathless at the mere prospect of it. "Ah, give me just a moment, I'll provide you with a sample to see if the bread's to your liking." Distancing yourself away from him was the best incentive that you could think to do at the moment.

Bringing the bread over to the nearest cutting board, you brought the bread out of its packaging to cut off one of the ends to serve him. His gloved hand made contact with your exposed one, feeling the cool fabric glide against your skin for much longer than you would consider proper. "You're far too kind to a man such as me." He hummed, taking his time to take a bite out of the small portion. "You flatter me, good sir. I'm simply helping out a regular who purchases my family's goods daily," Resealing the bread, you proceeded to hand him the bread, to which he responded to you with a raised brow. "I can't sell this now that I have taken a piece off of it, so you're more than welcome to have it." Trying to cover up your gesture with a sense of formality, you watched as a smile, one that was more genuine than the first one he shared with you.

"I couldn't possibly-" "I insist. I want to know what you think of my suggestion." The instance he attempted to return the bread into your hands, you ushered it back in his direction with your palms, eyes returning to stare at his own. "Milady, what is your name?" The question certainly threw you off, but you didn't see an issue sharing it with him; at any rate, you do see him most days out of the week.

You introduced yourself, reaching for the sides of your thin skirt to act out a poor curtsey. "Quite a fitting name for a beauty such as yourself. It's a pleasure to be in your presence, my dear," You broke away from his stare bashfully, recognizing the evident ability that he had to swoon you with ease. "My name is Jack, and if you could forgive my boldness, I would love it if you could accompany me this afternoon for tea." Sealing his proposal with a tilt of his head, bowing slightly in your direction.

Oh my, now this was an unexpected turn of events. You were left flabbergasted at his sudden invitation out. Was this a date? It most certainly sounded like one to you, and there was no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of going out with such an eye-catching gentleman. "M-My shift ends at three-thirty if you don't mind waiting for me to close." You unintentionally bit your lip, looking over at the workload you've been postponing due to the very man in front of you. "It's no problem at all, love; in fact, I would be more than happy to help you finish cleaning up." The more Jack continues to throw those little nicknames loosely around you, the harder it is to stop thinking about those sinful ideas that are whirling around the surface of your head. "Your help is greatly appreciated, Jack." The first time you said his name, it simply felt so right hearing the way you played with the sound on your tongue.

It was quite divine seeing the way your aura flickered with a twinge of embarrassment, nervousness, and even joy. It created such a beautiful color that he wished to see more of it. Throughout his time assisting you, Jack would never let you carry anything heavy, always taking it out of your hands and letting you guide him around. During his heavy lifting, you were pleasantly surprised to see how fit he was, carrying stacks of boxes with relative ease. If he was struggling, he was doing a miraculous job concealing it, without even a drop of sweat forming across his chiseled cheeks. Even while working, he made an effort to talk with you, and learn about you outside of work along with the things that you enjoyed; although, you noticed his reluctance to share some information with you.

You didn't take much offense to it though, he had no obligation to dump his whole life story on you and that's okay. Jack acted as more of a listener than a talker, so it was up to you to fill that void of silence with lighthearted, casual small talk. It continued as such even long after the shop was closed, and Jack was escorting you to his "humble abode", as he referred to it. Your arm was nestled under his own as you allowed him to guide you through the bustling streets of London.

The sky had a permanent gray tint hanging above the space you noticed the rim of your skirt dampening as it grazes the pavement with each step. "Don't fret, dear. We're almost at my humble abode." The man reassured you with a gentle smile, squeezing your hand slightly as you found your lips curling upwards in response. Younger suitors were much rowdier, not caring much for the state of your dress, or having to make you walk far distances, but Jack was older, and with a different uprising, carried different values to those men that had caught your eye before.

He liked hearing about you and listening to you speak as he helped you when things needed to be done. You've had brief conversations with the man before, but this situation contrasted entirely with what you were familiar with. It felt like this was the first time he was reaching out to you, and you liked being seen by him, being touched by him. This little crush that started months ago has fermented for far too long and has even affected you with the slightest of grazes by his fingertips whenever he acknowledges you with the sweetest of names that one would be referred to if they were lovers. And now, you were coming over for tea, as well as an all too late lunch, in his home. These thoughts were overwhelming, realizing how you were all too quick with accepting a person's-- no, a man's invitation into his home, of all places.

You had lost your opportunity to back down the moment you snapped out of your mind's flurry of thoughts when you were amazed by the sight of the estate. Jack was much more well-off than he lead on, his home standing out from the others with the vibrant array of potted plants decorating the front of his house. "I see that you have quite the green thumb, sir." Jesting the man playfully, you trace one of the spade-shaped leaves peering in your direction.

"Ah yes, I started upkeeping them a month or two ago, and I am relieved to say that they still have much more time before they fully flourish." He explained, untucking his arm away from yours. You nearly frowned at the loss of contact before you felt that he didn't plan on letting go of your hand anytime soon as he fished for his keys in his coat pocket. Jack practically rebuked you every instance you offered to hold the bread in your hand, so he had it tucked under his arm as he unlocked the door, holding it open for you to walk in first.

Books were stacked on tall standing bookshelves that stood throughout one wall of the living room, where an accent table stood in the center of the vintage rug while two cozy-looking couches were by the corners of the table. There weren't too many decorations on the walls, besides a few landscape paintings of some of London's famous sightings and playbill covers for well-known plays and operas that have crossed town throughout the years.

"You know, I didn't take you for being a man interested in the arts." A coy remark slips past your lips as you examined the wall plastered with all different types of productions-- some that you knew, and others that were foreign to you. "Hmm, is that so? What type of man do you take me for then, my dear?" Jack's voice became closer with each word he uttered as he made his way to your side.

"I presumed you to be a man more fixated on the state of world affairs, or perhaps having more interest relating to historical studies," You looked to your side to see him staring at his books with a fondness that warmed your heart to see. "You carry yourself highly, so I thought your interest would align with more invigorating things in the world." Flattery was hard for Jack to accept, much harder to do from someone that Jack himself had an interest in. To see how you express your thoughts about him full of so much reverence, that it was hard for Jack to muster a response. Everything about you was so earnest and kindhearted, that it was hard for Jack to pull away and recompose himself. He had grown far too used to your floral perfumes that filled his nose whenever he was by you, and he could taste all the love poured into each baked good served to the public.

He simply couldn't get enough of you, and what you had to offer. "You think far too highly of me, darling. Besides, I grew up surrounding myself with these whimsical stories I hold dear, so it would be hard not to love them even now." The silver fox was brimming with delight, gliding his hand across the hardcover spines of the books beside him. You were pleasantly surprised to hear Jack briefly discussing precious memories from his past, it was the last thing you expected to hear him talk about.

"It's a wonderful thing to be able to find comfort in these stories." You responded, not being able to break away from staring at the soft expression that appeared on his face. It was your favorite expression of his yet, the way his silver eye soften as his lips were curved into a small smile. It wasn't something exaggerated or plastered, it was an expression so simple, yet so genuine that left you with only one thought in your mind.

You wanted to kiss him, so badly that you psychically acted without a second thought. Grabbing at his tailcoat with one hand, the other placed on top of his chest, you directed his body to focus on you and your actions. Jack was most certainly perplexed with the sudden boldness to take place with your hand placement, seeing how your aura fluctuates with each passing second. He wouldn’t let you know the way he was secretly anticipating your next course of action. Would you retreat, letting him take control of the situation, or would you take charge, taking it into your own hands to let your dirty, little fantasies finally come to fruition?

He nearly held his breath waiting for what was to come next. “Jack… May I?” Your voice came off meek, so quiet that if you weren’t as close to Jack as you were now, he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “I’m not sure what you’re asking for, darling,” Jack taunted you, placing his cold hand over the one that resided on top of his chest. “What exactly do you want from me?” Your breath hitched in your chest, your mouth becoming dry as you looked up at the whirlpool of emotions that clouded his eye. So much desire hazed over them, the lust that practically burned your skin as he stared you down, challenging you to respond to his wishes. “Please let me kiss you.” Jack didn’t give you the chance to back down, his hand making quick work to grasp your chin, tilting it upwards to meet him halfway into his kiss.

For how cold his lips were, the way his mouth pressed onto yours was searing, making you dizzy as he backed you up against the bookshelf. Your hands moved from his chest, entangling them instead in the silver strands that enticed you to tug him closer to you. For how patient he acted, he was desperate to feel more of you with the way one of his hands sneakily brought itself to the nape of your neck.

You shivered at the leather texture rubbing against your skin, feeling light goosebumps arise in response to his lingering touches. You knew that everything about this was risqué, far from what would be civil for first meetings, and even dates, but your mind was too far gone to question what is wrong or right about this. All that you knew is that you'd never wanted anyone more than you wanted Jack at this very moment.

His kisses alone cast you under a trance, following at his pace without hesitation as your hungry mouth only ached to feel his right beside them for as long as your lack of breath would allow you. Both of you were aware that one of you would have to stop, and Jack, being the much more sensible one, pulled away first. "How divine you are, my dear." He purred into your ear, seductiveness etched into his tone and making you nip at your bottom lip. "Why, I can say the same about you, good sir."

Batting your eyelashes at Jack, your eyes trailed to that oversized coat, and a part of you started to hate the way it covered up too much. Taking the initiative, you relinquished your hands away from his tousled hair, sensually tiptoeing your fingertips down from the shoulder pads of his coat to underneath, where his white button-up shirt was exposed to you. "My, what do you plan on doing to me?" His breath fanned against your ear in battered breaths as he spoke, the monocle once nestled against the bridge of his nose now slipping off.

"Getting a better look at you." More specifically at what's under his big layers of clothes, but Jack didn't need to know all the details. "Well, if that's what you plan on doing," He stated, suddenly grabbing your wrists with his hand, before slamming them upwards against the bookshelves. Jack had a lot more strength than he was letting off with his appearance with how tight his grip was. "Then I must insist that I go first." A sly grin took place on his face as he used his free hand to take the loose monocle off his ear.

He hummed delightfully at the full exposure he had to see you with his second eye. It was a deep pool of crimson to color his right eye, similar to the dark velvet that accented his attire, and you were allowed to marvel at his uncommon beauty. "Your eye..." You wished that you could move your arms, so you could reach out and touch his slimmed cheeks once again. "It's breathtaking." Your bluntness was always something Jack was taken aback by, seeing the way your aura never demonstrated anything malicious with your words.

He didn't reply to you with words but instead peppering kisses on the side of your neck. He was skillful with his hands, toying with the sleeves of your dress until they became undone. The cool air brushed against your skin as the thin layers began to slip off due to Jack's swift ministrations like a veil. It was hard to conceal any noise from the way Jack tries to pull the noise from your throat with his open-mouth kisses and his rhythmic massaging of your breasts.

The constant changes in pace from kisses to nips to even biting made your head spin in pure pleasure. Failing to hold back your voice any longer, you released a breathy moan from your chest, tilting your head back to provide more leeway. He continued to lather your neck with his kisses until he decided that there was still so much to be seen, so much more his hands had to explore. "My love, would you be dear to me and accompany me to the sofa? I want you to be as comfortable as possible for what I'm about to do next."

Eagerly, you nodded your head, feeling his grip loosen on your pinned wrists, taking one of your hands in his own as he escorted you to the plush cushioning that was now beneath your bottom. Jack didn't sit next to you; instead, he knelt in front of you as he began to tug down on the bottom half of your dress, itching to see the rest of your body. "Look at the way your undergarments are drenched, my love." The way his hands hooked around your hips to pull down your panties, feeling how the leather from his hands contrasted the warmth pooling from your skin. It was an overall swift movement, and by the time you finished blinking, your underwear was dangling right in front of your very face. They were a very plain pair of yours, a dainty white color with a very apparent damp spot square in the center of them. “How long have you been like this for, I wonder?”

Oh, for far too long, but you couldn't reveal that to him. It would be far too humiliating to share what you've been like since your walk to his place. Your lips were pressed tight in a thin line, unable to let the truth escape from your mind until the sudden sensation of his unscathed hand spread open your lower lips. Instinctively, you attempted to press your legs together, but Jack persisted, parching one of his arms up on the sofa, pushing your legs away from one another. "Ah, ah, ah, we can't have you hiding away from me now. I want to see all of you." Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough.

Jack was practically toying with your body, observing what movements make your face contour in varied expressions that make him hum in delight. It was clear that he was to bring you to the breaking point before he ever let you unravel in the pleasure you so very crave. Jack continued to tease your inner folds, the contrast of warm and cool temperatures dancing on your skin so freely. His touch felt good, but it wasn't enough. "J-Jack, please...!" You whined out, trying to bring his body closer by using your calves to reel him closer in. "Specifics, darling. I can't do what you want if you don't speak up." Without warning, you began to feel his padded fingertips rubbing against your clit, while his head peered closer down, mouth becoming aligned with your opening. Each fanned breath he took tickled your lower parts, the warm air making you gape with anticipation.

The way there was no pressure as he rubbed the nub, almost as if he wasn't touching it at all, and you didn't even want to get started on the way he rested his cheek on your inner thigh, feeling the short hairs of his mustache brushing against your soft flesh. "Please stop playing with me, I want to come!" Entangling your hand into his hair, you turned his head upwards to show him your desperate expression. Eyes widening slightly, Jack watched as your aura become a color that was quite foreign to him, something so tantalizing that he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

"If that is what you wish." Bowing his head down, he began to apply more pressure to his rubbing techniques as he began to probe at your tight hole with his tongue. Tracing the outline of the spot before thrusting his wet muscle in, Jack's rhythmic ministrations were making you lightheaded with the fast movements. He was slurping whatever juices had leaked out prior, practically milking all the cum out that you were graciously serving to him on a silver platter. You watched with squinted eyes, pushing his head further down to apply more force for him to keep going, but only deeper.

Teeth grazed your inner lips every so often, providing you with some inconsistency to his repeating pattern of thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He ate you out like a starved man, taking whatever you put out as though your pleasure was his own. His intentions of letting up weren't happening anytime soon, so he focused his breathing through his nose, so he could continue the relentless barrage on that particular spot that seemed to make your legs clench around his head, and evoke a high-pitched moan out of you.

"My dear, I want to see you come. I want you to turn the color I like, can you do that for me?" He spoke against your cunt, eyes peering upwards to gauge your response. Nodding your head feverishly, you could feel the build-up brewing in your lower stomach, tight coiling just begging to be snapped as you babbled, "It's s'much, Jack! I'm, I'm gonna cum soon!" Drool began to seep from the corners of your lips, mind empty with the sole thought of wanting that sweet release that has been prolonged for far too long. Taking you over the edge, you felt his tongue curve upwards inside you, caressing a spot that was the ticket to making your juices squirt out. Body trembling and the rush of energy that made your heart palpate faster than ever, tears brimmed your eyes as you stared at Jack's face, slobbered with your cum.

Licking his lips, Jack's eyes were transfixed on everything about you at that moment. The way your little hole gaped in and out, as though it was panting, the way your face contorted to an expression of absolute bliss, to the way your legs slumped to your sides-- and that color, mixed in with his favorite to create something that surpassed the beauty of fear. "Simply divine, my dear. You are truly something so ethereal." Bringing his lips to your own, he shared some of the leftover juices, allowing you a taste of yourself in the process.

Despite your lower body being spent, you hooked your arms around his neck to further deepen the kiss he had graced you with. Lust clouded your once cleared your mind, wanting to see, wanting to feel what other sensations he could give to you. Jack noticed your sultry stare at his pants, as though you were undressing him with your eyes. His response was first a chuckle, before bringing a hand to his silver buckle as he said, "My, look at how vulgar you've become," You watched intensely as his hands slowly, yet tantalizingly unclasped his belt.

"I guess it's time for act two, isn't it, my dear? I hope you're ready."