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toruro · 2 years ago

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— ✧ the cake in the back

pairing. choi seungcheol x reader

description. cheol is a regular at your bakery, and it's all because his son loves the banana bread you make—at least that's what he tells himself. it also doesn't hurt that you're cute. and polite. and totally someone he'd like to fuck.

genre. smut, fluff

tags. rich dilf cheol, bakery owner reader, or4l (f receiving), car s3x, kitchen s3x, pet names (angel), cr3ampi3, aprons ... hehe

w/c. 3.8k+

a/n. IGNORE THE TITLE OKAY I THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY. look i know it's corny and i literally am writing this on a whim but happy father's day

"soobin's not with you today?" your voice is cheery and gentle when you greet your regular.

mr. choi smiles and shakes his head. "shocking, i know," he laughs in that deep and velvety tone that has you bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet out of pure giddiness.

"a pleasant surprise," you reply, putting on some gloves as mr. choi approaches the counter. it's near closing, and it's around that time of day where people usually don't come in as much, so you've been alone and just cleaning up the space yourself. "what can i get you, mr. choi?"

the handsome man chuckles, flicking his wrist as he pushes some hair back, the reflective surface of his wrist watch (that you definitely don't want to know the price of because it might just make you pass out) glinting under your bakery's warm lights. "thought i told you to stop calling me that. seungcheol is much better considering ..." he searches for the words for a moment. "... we see each other so regularly," he concludes.

"i've got to maintain some level of professionalism, don't you agree, mr. choi?" you tease. "the regular, i'm assuming? two banana breads?"

"you already know it."

grinning, you nod and pull up a box. "how's soobin? i haven't seen him or you in a while. i'm starting to miss my favorite customer."

"i'm sure soobin would be flattered to hear that. he's doing well, i couldn't bring him today since he's got a swimming class this evening," seungcheol explains, pulling out his wallet that's donned in some brand name that looks so expensive you don't even know how to pronounce it. you move down the counter grab some of the bread which is on your far left, and he walks down on the other side to match you, keeping up the conversation.

"ah yes. he seems to be around that age to start learning. better now than never, honestly. my younger brother didn't learn until he was older and it did not seem easy," you say with a giggle, bringing out the tongs to grab two small loaves.

seungcheol nods in agreement. "that, and i'm planning on taking the two of us on a vacation spot in a few months ... not sure where yet, but soobin's been wanting to go to a beach location for ages," he tells you, and your heart swells.

the image of soobin and seungcheol, goofing around on a beach send a warm feeling through your body. it's also maybe an added plus that there's a flicker in your mind of what seungcheol would look like in nothing but swim trunks, skin shining from the water under the beaming sun, dark hair splayed across his forehead.

you wonder what he's hiding beneath that plain, beige t-shirt of his. his arms are somewhat exposed, and from just the little bit of muscle that peeks out and flexes when he moves around, you think you can safely assume he's got much more going on in the places where your eyes can't reach.

realizing he's still right in front of you, you blink down hard as an attempt to pull yourself back into reality, eyes flickering up at the handsome man in front of you.

"s-sounds fun," you say honestly, packing the bread and handing it to him over the counter. in this moment, seungcheol catches sight of the apron you've got on. it's light pink and hugs your figure so nicely, he can't help but comment on it.

"new apron, huh?"

shyly, you look down and nod. you hadn't expected him to notice. "uh, yeah. my employees got it for me as a birthday gift, actually."

seungcheol furrows his brows as he hands you his card so you can charge him. "it's cute. was your birthday, um, recent?"

you nod casually, tapping at your machine for a second before handing back his card, trying to ignore the way his comment first comment has your stomach flipping and flopping around. "yeah, it was a few days ago."

"i'm sorry, i didn't know," he says sincerely, causing you to frown.

"hey, don't worry about it. it's not something i expect my customers to know and—"

"let me treat you to something," seungcheol says abruptly, cutting you off mid-sentence. he realizes after that it's a bit rude, but something about the way you brush him off as just a customer makes him feel the need to prove you wrong.

"i—i'm sorry?" you ask, and for a moment seungcheol almost mistakes your confusion for apprehension, but then he drinks in the way you look up at him curiously, lips slightly parted, and he relaxes.

"you're closing soon, right? let me ... treat you to something," he repeats. "a coffee or something, if you don't mind."

"oh, i can't possibly impose like that, especially when you've got to pick up soobin and—"

"i wouldn't be offering if you were imposing. he's getting picked up by my friend anyways—his son and soobin are going to have a play date and stuff and—" he's rambling, seungcheol knows that, but he can't seem to care. "basically what i'm saying is you don't have to worry about that. seriously. wait—not that i'm forcing you. you can totally say no, i just ..." he sighs, "don't want you to say no because you think you'll be imposing. 'cause you won't be."

when you smile brightly up at him, eyes glittering and laugh cheery, a wave of relief washes over seungcheol. "i—thank you for the reassurance. i'd love to get coffee, but i do have around twenty more minutes before closing and i still have some stuff i need to clean up and i'm not sure if you—"

"i'll wait." he pauses, then adds, "and help."

you're a bit apprehensive at first—a customer helping you out with closing? but you're quick to learn that once cheol has his mind set on something, it isn't the easiest to pull him away from it—and right now cheol is determined to treat you, as he put it.

the next forty-five minutes is spent with you directing seungcheol around your bakery. he's a surprisingly fast learner and before you know it, all the pastries are loaded in the back, the dishes are cleaned, your floors are swept, and suddenly you find yourself outside of your shop with the doors locked, standing next to seungcheol who watches with you a clouded expression.

"thank you so much for the help," you say bashfully. "you're already taking me—" is it too soon to say he's taking you out? oh well, what's done is done. "—taking me out. isn't this a little too much?" you joke, wiggling your brows.

seungcheol chuckles and shakes his head, pulling his eyes out of his pocket and twirling around the chain around his fingers. fuck, he has really nice fingers—

seungcheol's voice interrupts your thoughts "do you have a car or—"

"i usually take the bus home," you explain, rocking back and forth on your feet. cheol frowns, but doesn't say anything. maybe he can fix that, but that's an thought for another time as he points at his suv, all black from top to bottom, with tinted windows and full black wheels.

there's a silence that envelopes the two of you when you slip into the passenger seat, placing your work bag on the floor. seungcheol is already in the driver's seat, key stuck in but not turning on the engine just yet.

you glance between the sight of your bakery out the window, and back at seungcheol who already has his gaze on you.

"you're going to have to be transparent with me for a second," seungcheol says seriously, locking eyes with you as you shift your body to face him. "and i want to make sure we're on the same page about ..." about whatever is going to go down.

you bite down on your lip, and even though cheol knows you're doing it absentmindedly, he can't help but feel his pants grow tighter at the way it puffs up when your teeth release it.

"i ... i think you know we're on the same page," you reply shyly, shifting a little in your seat to try and make up for the silence.

"you want this?" cheol clarifies, one eyebrow cocked up.

a feeling of pride swelters in his chest when you reply without hesitation, "i do." and then a bit more quietly, you add, "i, uh, have for a while."

now cheol usually likes to tread lightly; he doesn't want to mess around and is great at keeping his dick in his pants but there's just something about the way you look at him so cutely.

you look at him like you know all the nasty things he wants to do to you, and you bat your eyelashes like you don't care—like you'd let him. like you'd take every damn thing he gives you without a single word of complaint, and it's driving him crazy.

again, cheol is great at keeping his foot on the brake, but then you swipe your tongue over your bottom lip and suddenly he's slamming his feet on the accelerator.

wrapping one hand around your neck, he pulls you to smash his lips onto yours. it's a gentle kiss—tentative, as if you're both testing the waters. pressing against each other as your faces tilt, your hands find purchase in his hair when cheol laps at your bottom lip. that's where it all takes off.

the kiss turns from innocent and sweet to sloppy and fast within a matter of moments and suddenly you're grappling at his arms, his hands are searching for your tits, gripping at the flesh and before you know it, you're being thrown to the back.

seungcheol nearly slams your back down onto the seats, your loose shirt riding up your stomach in the process to reveal the lower half of your bra. "fuck," he mutters, low and under his breath in that raspy sort of way that has your clothes feeling too hot and your cunt too empty.

"seungcheol," you moan, unbuttoning your work pants and shoving them off your legs, along with your panties in one go, leaving your wet cunt open and bare. he doesn't take a moment to shuffle back and bring his face down to be level with your core, eyes looking up at you with some kind of mischievous glint that has your stomach churning.

with a bit of hesitance, he places a soft kiss over your clit, watching you carefully to see how you react. when you whine and arch your back against the leather seats, he figures that that reaction is good enough, and this time lets his tongue out, swiping it against the throbbing bad.

"sweet," he murmurs, lips moving down against your folds. the movement and vibrations send sparks through your core and up your spine, and you shudder at the feeling as one hand flies down to grip at his dark hair. "so fuckin' sweet," he repeats before diving his tongue back, swiping it up and down between your folds.

"ah-h-h, seungcheol—fuck," you whimper when he presses the wet muscle flat against your drooling hole, continue to circle around and tease you. fervently, cheol—to put it bluntly—makes out with your cunt. digging his face in between your legs, his nose brushes against your clit when he adjusts his neck to lap and suck against unexplored areas, leaving you mewling into your arm as you try and sit still for him.

there isn't much room in the back, and to be frank, your limbs are in an uncomfy position, and you can only imagine the strain cheol is feeling, bent over and legs in an awkward position when he holds your hips and pulls you closer so he can smother himself in your pussy. he doesn't seem to mind though, lifting his head every few moments to grin up at you with hazy eyes, glossy lips, and a drenched chin, off-handedly commenting something dirty about how nice you taste, how he could live between your legs, how you're driving him fucking insane.

it's the meticulous flicks of his tongue, the deep and guttural words that escape his honeyed lips, and the girth of his fingers when he finally plunges them into your warm cunt that bring you to your edge. it only takes a few rubs and curls against your aching walls before your shaking, crying out his name as you thrust upwards, holding his face down so you can grind against him.

and he whispers the words, "cum angel," so sweetly—a complete contrast to the way his tongue is scooping up all your arousal—and so you cum like you never have before.

fuck my life, you think to yourself as the waves of your orgasm finally hit you. cheol rides you through the high, and he does it good. so good, you're left breathless when he pulls away from your cunt with a dopey smile and feather light kisses all up your thigh and stomach, and then finally your lips.

"my place?" he asks, stroking your cheek gingerly as you blink up at him. and when you nod hazily, he pats you lightly, helping you back to the passenger seat before helping you slip on your panties and pants back on. this time, when cheol gets back into the driver's seat, he places one hand on the steering wheel, the other secure over your still quivering thigh. "relax angel," he murmurs, and you can't help but burn at the gentle words. this can't be the same man who ate you out like you were damn piece of cake just moments earlier.

the drive is quiet, but not uncomfortable. if anything, you're fucking enthralled. when he stops at a red light, cheol looks over at you and when your eyes meet you can't help but giggle together until you're cheeky, grinning mess by the time you pull up to his house.

parking in the lavish drive way, cheol tells you to hold on for a second, getting out of the car and making his way to your side, to open the door for you.

"i didn't know that this what you meant by coffee," you giggle, stumbling out next to him and letting him wrap an arm around your waist to help you up the steps to his house. it's a beautiful estate, really, but you aren't too focused on admiring the luxury right now—you're much more interested in what's to come between you and cheol.

and you're about to find out soon enough because as soon as he opens the door, lets you in, and closes it behind you, cheol's hands are all over you. with your eyes closed as you two engage in a hot mess of tongue and teeth and lips, your rocking back and forth in his arms, his legs leading to you to some place you're not really aware of until you feel something hard and cool press against your lower back.

"wear the apron," cheol tells you firmly when he pulls away, pressing you against his cold stone counter. you knit your eyebrows together in confusion, but let your bag that's still on your shoulder drop onto the counter, taking out your apron without hesitation.

it's now that you realize you're in his kitchen. if you weren't in such a ... intimate setting, you would have admired the design, the appliances—all of it. perhaps you'd even wonder what it's like to bake in here, cooking up soobin's favorite banana bread with cheol by your side and—you save those thoughts for another time.

"w-why?" you murmur in response to cheol's request, as you pull the apron out, pulling the pink strap over your head, tying it behind your back as the ache between your legs begins to creep up on you again. cheol's big hands find purchase on your hips again, holding down you down with a firm grip as he turns you around and pushes your back down.

"'cause," he grunts out, and you nearly moan when you hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and fabric rustling as he shoves his pants and boxers down. it hardly takes a second before his hands are at the hem of your own pants, yanking them down and giving you a moment so you can step out of them.

you wiggle your ass around for a second, turning to look back at cheol with pleading eyes and ask him to just fuck you already, but then he locks a hand under your jaw, cupping the underside of your face and pulling it up so your back arches into his touch. you can feel the angry, hard head of his cock prodding against the plush of your ass and the feeling of him brush against you has you whining.

"patience, angel," he coos, pressing his face next to the shell of your ear and placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head before easing his way through your folds. you can't even see him but you just know he's big—fat length rubbing up and down your folds as he coats himself in your arousal as you whisper incoherent pleas for more.

"cheolie ..." the nickname slips from your lips with out as much as a brainless thought but it has cheol's head rewiring.

"fuck, say that again," he demands, snaking the hand that's not holding your face down your back until it's gripping the cute little bow of your apron.

you hum as you feel him tugging at the fabric, jerking your body backwards and pushing your cunt harder against him, the fat tip brushing against your sensitive clit. "cheolie!" you mewl again, and you're really not expecting the way he jams his cock into you in one go. not that you're complaining of course.

'cause how could you complain when he's stretching you out so nicely? when his cock is so long it's already hitting kissing your cervix and hitting spots inside of you that you didn't even think were possible to reach? when he's so deep that his balls are pressed against your burning core and his pelvis is flush against your ass?

"you feel so good," cheol moans, and you squeeze around him even tighter when you hear the low, gruff words escape his lips. "this pussy was made for me, huh?" he breathes out with a chuckle, as he pulls out halfway before pulling the strings of the apron so your core meets him halfway, slamming his cock back into you.

"oh god," you moan loudly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you try and swivel your hips against his for some added stimulation.

"gonna think abt this every time you wear this, won't you?" cheol grunts, twisting his fingers around the bow in the back so he hold onto it tighter.

the thought runs through your fucked out mind for a moment; you're gonna have to walk into work tomorrow, and if you're wearing the apron, you'll have to sit through the day knowing that you had cheol's cock buried inside of you under this same fabric—if you aren't wearing it, you'll have to come up with an excuse for your lovely employees as to why you're not wearing their precious gift.

which option you're going to go with, though, is swept from your mind when cheol sticks a finger into your mouth and presses down on your tongue as he fucks into you harder.

what a moment, you think. getting railed on the counter of a man who you always thought was out of reach. your insides feel like jelly as his fat cock runs against your walls, veins and curves pressing and dragging through you as heat envelopes you.

and as his thrusts increase in force, you start to realize that cheol is nothing if he is not relentless. just when you think you've whimpered his name so much you think you might lose your voice, he's ramming into you harder, punching the air right out of your lungs as broken moans and squeaks that have him losing his damn mind.

"what a fuckin' angel, creaming me cock so well," he praises, yanking you back and forth at an unforgiving pace to match his calculated thrusts. you feel like you're being thrown around in the best way possible, body throttling every time his hips crash against your ass and cause you to lurch forward and arch your back even more.

and as he goes on, the rub of his cock against you, the press of his balls against your clit, his hand in your mouth and pressing against your jaw—it's all so much and so fast and so good until you're shaking and thrashing in his hold.

"mmf—cheolie, wan' cum," you choke out when you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

"yeah? my pretty angel's gon' cum on my cock?"

"yeah-huh," you answer dazedly, body jerking back and forth as his hips snap more haphazardly now, but still hitting that one sweet spot that has your vision going bleary. "can i cum, cheolie?"

and you ask him so fucking sweetly, he can't hold it in anymore, dazedly grunting out something along the lines of, "yeah, angel, cum f'me," before he spills his hot seed inside of you. the sensation of his cum painting your walls white is the final thing you need before joining cheol with your own orgasm, clenching around him so tightly that it has him gripping down on your hips in a way that you know you'll have bruises tomorrow. not that you mind.

how could you, when you just had the most mind blowing orgasm of your life with the hottest guy you've ever met. as you twitch against him, cheol finally pulls himself out and you whimper lowly at the feeling of being empty even though you know you'd probably pass out if you had his dick in you any longer.

gently, cheol strokes your back and caresses the taught muscles, untying the apron that quite literally had you in a chokehold, letting it fall from your figure. "'m sorry," he murmurs into your neck, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, "was i too rough?"

"n-no," you say, face burning when you realize just how croaky and fucked your voice has become. cheol only laughs at you as you dig your face into your hands as you mumble bashfully, "it was ... great." you're slightly embarrassed, yes, but when you catch the look of endearment on cheol's face, you start to think twice.

as you both attempt to even out your breaths, cheol looks down at you panting against the counter, cum spilling out of your fluttering folds. vaguely, he wonders what you'll look like in a bikini in the bahamas. huh, he thinks, maybe he'll have to ask soobin if it's okay to bring an extra certain someone with them on their vacation this summer.

a/n. how i managed to get this out in one day i don't know. the cheol effect i guess. anyways, hope u enjoyed!

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baby-tini · 7 months ago

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𝓖𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓸

Manjiro Sano- It would be really hard too get the tattoo, muchless surprise him with it. Especially when you're always, either with him or under constant surveillance and one of those people that have eyes on you 24/7 is Sanzu, Mikeys loyal dog. So, there's no way, you're going anywhere and Sanzu or at least one of his executives not know about it. But, if you do manage too slip away unnoticed, you have very little time too get that tattoo, before Mikey tears all of Japan apart looking for you. It'd be best too get the tattoo somewhere it's not's not immediately noticeable, like on the back of your neck, like Mikey has, or in between your breasts. When you do decide too show Mikey though, he'd stare at you for a few seconds, then look at the tattoo and repeat, doing that for a good couple minutes before grabbing you and bending you over the nearest surface and fucking you, keeping his eyes looked on the tattoo as he cums in you. You now belong to Manjiro Sano for life, you can never leave him, the proof is forever inked on your body. Sanzu Haruchiyo- He was actually the one too propose the idea of you getting the tattoo, stating that your love for him should be evidential, should be permanent. There's no going alone or in secret, he's with you constantly and if he can't be, he has cameras and eyes on you constantly, maybe even a little tracking device implant in your neck, but you'll never know that. He'd want you too get the tattoo either on your inner thigh or on your lower back, right above you ass. He'd be the one too find the tattoo artist, which, will 100% be a woman, he refuses too let a man see you like that, muchless touch you, he doesn't care if it's strictly professional, it's not happening, he might even do the tattoo himself honestly. After you get that tattoo, he expects that place too be exposed constantly, if it's on your lower back, you better become very familiar with low-rise pants or if it's on your inner thigh, you're wearing short skirts or shorts forever. He dares someone too look at you, he doesn't mind ruining his clean suit for you, his little angel. Kakucho Hitto- He, in all honestly, would not like it, at all. He doesn't want you involved in any of his work, in anyway. He doesn't even like that the other executives know about you. He knows what having that tattoo means, he signed up for that, but you? You're his perfect little angel, his sweet girl, you don't belong anywhere near a gun or have your ears tainted with the stories of what he's done, especially if you've seen something, you're too good for the life he leads, he wants you away from it as much as possible. So, for you too get that inked on your body, it terrifies him. You can immediately tell how he feels when you show him because his eyes go empty, like he just lost something of great importance. He pleaded with you for minutes too stop joking, please tell him you didn't, please tell him it's fake. When you shake your head no, to all of his worried questions, his voice breaks as he drags you into the bathroom, attempting too rub it off with a rag 'till your skin is raw. Takeomi Akashi- Doesn't keep as much surveillance on you as the others, so it'd be relatively easy too surprise him with the tattoo. Doesn't really care if you get it or not but he would think it's sexy too see it on you in any scenario, sex, housework, cooking, doesn't matter he's staring at it with a smirk. Would want you too get it someone very noticeable, like your chest or on your shoulder, it's easy too just slide your shirt down and stare at it, running his thumb over it as he leaves kisses along the outline of the ink. Likes that you'll forever have proof that you belong to him, it's a warning for everyone too stay the fuck away from you, I will say however, the tattoo and the area around it, are constantly covered in hickies, so much so, that sometimes you can barley see the tattoo.

Ran Haitani- Also another one too propose the idea, jokingly at first, but he grows very excited, in more ways then one, when you agree to the idea. He takes you too get it done, telling you where you should get it, which place would look best. He'd want you too get it on the front of your neck or just under your tits. Doesn't matter where you get it though because that's automatically his new favorite place too cum. He'd always have you in positions where he can see the tattoo, it genuinely makes him cum quicker. With the permanency that you belong to him, gets him hard in seconds, the following week after you get the tattoo, he's constantly having sex with you. Fucking you anywhere and everywhere he can get you, he doesn't care who's around, if he can get a quickie in while he stares at the tattoo, he absolutely will, shamelessly at that. Rindou Haitani- He wouldn't mind if you got the tattoo, wouldn't verbally tell you too get it but he wouldn't be mad if you did it. Especially if you got the tattoo on the front of your neck, like his, but because his brother also has the tattoo, he'd want you too get his name under the tattoo. He wouldn't mind if you just ditched the tattoo idea and just got his name. Thinks it'd be sexy if you got on your hip, especially while you were wearing low-rise shorts, he's have his hands on your hips more then usual, and that's saying something. Where ever you get it though, much like his brother, whenever he sees it, he gets hard rather quickly, eagerly pulling you with him towards a barley private room so he can jerk his dick while eyeing your tattoo. He, and Ran, are also big braggers and would be so cocky about, how much you love him. Kokonoi Hajime- Thinks it's cute that you wanna get the tattoo and play gangster, he knew you wanted too get it when he caught you, multiple times, eyeing his own tattoo. He also has complete access to your search history and call log, so when he found you calling multiple tattoo shops, he knew. He'd let you get the tattoo but he'd want it too be non-permanent, drawing it on you with marker but if you wanted a more.. permanent end-game, he'd take you too get it. He has more then enough money too get it lasered off for you. He'd want you too get it somewhere that it could be easily covered with clothes. Like your thigh or high up on your arm, stating that he didn't need other people too know, he is the only one allowed too see it. He does buy you the best creams and lotions, helping you take care of the tattoo, making sure it doesn't get infected. Kanji Mochizuki- Also another that wouldn't want you too get it, but he's not as reluctant as Kakucho, simply because he sees it in a different light. What Kakucho sees as a magnet for danger, Mochi sees it as a warning to others that you are not meant too be messed with. Would take you too get the tattoo but he'd need some convincing, valid convincing. He'd want you too get it under your collar bone or on your rib cage, somewhere it can be covered but easily accessible to him and for him, only for him. He's got a few pictures of you in his phone, in very compromising positions, with the tattoo being on full display, that's what he uses too get off too when he's away.

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solardrop · 17 days ago

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take a picture,

aaron hotchner x reader

summary: at least Hotch has a picture of you when he misses you. tags: smut. 18+ mdni, reader isn't actually here hotch is just having fun by himself. he's just jerking it idk what else to tag here sorry. not proofread word count: ~0.8k a/n: I keep saying I want to practice smut sooooo i attempted to practice. I hope you like it! you can also read it on ao3!

This was a normal reaction to missing you.

At least, that’s what Aaron tells himself, glaring down at the proof of his arousal. You’ve been gone for less than a week. But he was like this. He’d just gotten off the phone with you. Your voice was darker, raspier than last time. Your boss was really running you ragged on that work trip. It broke his heart.

He lets out a deep sigh, spitting into his palm with a grudge before slipping his hand into the elastic waist of his boxers. His cock was painfully hard from just a phone conversation. Just a few soft, “I love you’s” riling him up to an embarrassing point. He wraps a strong hand around himself, humming at the relief the simple touch gave him. There was no point sitting here, frustrated, missing you, when he could take care of himself now before bed.

He starts off slowly, lazy strokes just along his shaft. He doesn’t squeeze at the head just yet — you wouldn’t do that, not yet. You’d make him wait, bring him as close as possible to the edge before pushing him over it.

He could almost feel it, your perfect hands gripping his length as you pull him into a leaking mess. It was silly, really; How many times you beg to have him just like this. How everytime he erupts in your hands you thank him earnestly. Whispering praise and sweet words into his good ear, making sure he could hear every filthy, honeyed word that falls out of your mouth.

He pulls himself out of the confines of his boxers, reaching for the drawer of the nightstand with his opposite hand. His pace increases, the wet sound of him working himself filling the room as he rummages blindly in the dresser. His face prickles as his fingers land on the leather. He shouldn’t keep doing this. It was embarrassing, and frankly disrespectful for him to do.

But God did he miss you.

He flips open his wallet, slipping the small square photograph out of its pocket. His dick throbs as soon as his fingers touch the shiny surface.

It wasn’t his first time doing this, tending to himself while looking at this picture of you. The thumbprint permanently embedded into the laminated coating was enough proof of that. But it didn’t make him feel any less guilty about it — if only his cock had the same shame.

He knows the picture isn’t particularly sexy or intimate. It was just an extra headshot from work you slid his way. But you were always apart for so long. And he always wanted to see you. Until one day he realized he just … could.

He told himself it was just one time. By the third time he said it was the last time. But by the tenth time he realized he couldn’t finish without seeing you. It was wrong, defiling an otherwise innocent photo of yours like this. He knows he really needs to stop.

But right now? You were just so, so pretty.

He finally shifts his attention to the head of his cock, grunting at the sensitive shock that runs through him as he spreads the gathering precum down his shaft. His eyes trace your features as he pumps himself. Your face was so bright, a beaming smile and confident eyes shining back at him. You looked so cleaned up, professional; your hair slicked back and tamed precisely. He smiles. Pressure building inside of him. Only he knows the hell that went into the simple snapshot. You curse up a storm at every curl and tuft that just wouldn't cooperate the day of.

He really just loves everything about you.

LIke how your eyes always pierce into his as he’s pressing into you, just like right now.

Or how your brows are relaxed, face content; just like when you come down from your orgasms.

Especially your lips, how they stretch around him perfectly just like- Shit.

He pants as he grips himself at the base, screwing his eyes shut. Grunting out your name with a string of curses as he wills himself to last a bit longer. But he fucks up. Glancing at you far too soon. He makes eye contact with you, and he’s finished. His hips buck, fucking into his hand as his balls tighten almost painfully. His thighs tense as he cums, the thick spurts landing everywhere, warm drops decorating his hands and stomach. He continues to squeeze, moaning your name out into the empty walls around him.

The tension in his belly finally fades, relief and warmth washing over him. He still strokes his softening flesh, despite his body starting to shake with sensitivity — It’s what you would do if you were here anyways. He brings the picture of you up to his face, ready to look at it once more before tucking it away again when he chokes. His skin blazes as he realizes a bit of his spend landed its way onto the small cardstock of your face. His groin whirls with excitement, again. He catches himself laughing before he could stop himself.

At least he already has his materials out this time.

#criminal minds #hotch #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner drabbles #mine #bye #i have an alternative version of this that i was working on and kinda dropped that could *technically* be another part to this ig #if i reread this in the morning and dont want to kms i might try to work on it if not that never happened and no one will ask me about it #bc why are you reading these tags so hard anyways hm #like i KNOW you had to click read more to see this go away #♥

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Cali Cali bo-bali banana fana fo-fali me my mo mali! Cali!

I'm three Budweisers in and got an itch for alpha Price with a sudden need to breed (yay! Surprise rut!), and there's his sweet smelling omega neighbor who he's been keeping at arm's length because he's a professional dammit and has complete control of his urges, thank you very much.

Honestly, I just wanna see Mr. "I'm Married to My Job" lose it and show back up on base abashed and mated, and also ridiculously proud of his lil omega's claiming bite, because "she turned into a wildcat, lads. I couldn't stop her." *wink-wink*

Or not. I'm happy with any smutty Price fic you bestow on us, really. I'm just being weirdly specific because— alcohol = horny thots. 🍺😏🥴🫠

Drunken hugs 🫂 from Random Thot

RTG!! You are the most amazing person, and every time I see your pfp on AO3 or tumblr, I just get all gooey inside. Thank you for the ask! I wrote (and fully deleted) this fic three times because I wanted to get it right. I just pray that I could deliver. <3 <3 Hope this is what you were hoping for!!

MDNI/NSFW -- TW: damsel in distress, ABO dynamics, knotting, fuck-or-die scenarios, CNC, fluids, PIV sex, female OC

Glory, Glory

It was his last beer of the night, and he was ripping it apart. Curling, soggy shards of the torn label were stuck under his thumbnail, darkening the translucent edge and making it look dirty. They littered the sticky, lacquered bartop like ugly snow, falling in a tiny, chaotic mess. His hands were more than just dirty, the captain thought to himself as he used his wide thumb to itch at the glue-covered glass, rolling little, paper shards away from the smooth surface to reveal the amber liquid swirling within. The captain’s hands; they were covered in blood. Not innocent blood, but blood all the same. They’d never be clean again.

But, that was the job, and he was good at it. His hands were a direct reflection of his hard work. Killing evil bastards kept the world safe. Some poor sob in a factory could clean out the glue-painting machine that pasted these fuckin’ labels on all of these bloody beer bottles because of one unshakable truth: John Price was good at killing evil bastards.

Unfortunately, the killing would need to wait until after the mandated leave window closed again. His argument with Kate still grated inside of his head. He could almost hear her harsh, Yank accent in his ears.

“What do you want me to tell payroll, John? You can’t be here. You’ve got too many days. Go home. See your mom.”

“I see her plenty, Katie. Let me run that ops gig with Keller. C’mon. I’ll do overwatch,” he tried his best to weasel his way back into a bit of active duty.

“You’d be the world’s most expensive overwatch. Hell no. Here’s your ticket,” she shoved an envelope in his hands, “...and your money,” another envelope, “Go the fuck home, Captain. That’s an order.”

An order. More like a toothless threat.

But, alas, here he was, staring at a freshly shaved, buzzcut version of himself in a filthy pub mirror, undressing bottles left and right.

“Another, mate?” The barkeep pointed to his almost-empty drink, making a slight grimace at the paper graveyard that was sprinkled across his bar.

“No,” John sighed, pulling out a few notes from his wallet, “I’m off.”

“Happy Christmas,” the barkeep took the bills and didn’t bother to look up again, setting himself to sweeping the torn strips off of the surface, preparing for the next paying customer.

“You, too,” John muttered, tugging his black wool beanie over his ears before braving the classic cold, wet, and windy Liverpudlian night.

He didn’t live far. John’s mum had kept up his loft down by the docks, but it certainly didn’t feel like home. Home wasn’t real. Not anymore. As he walked along the Mersey’s edge, he peered into the black water, wondering if he’d ever truly go home again.

All of a sudden, he heard a shrill scream. Every sense that had been dulled by his lager was now as sharp as a blade and set on its edge. Again, a high-pitched shout pealed through the night air, beckoning him back to his heroism. That keening was the sound of some evil that needed stamping out, and he was hungry for it.

He sprinted through the warehouse district, chasing the noise of scuffling, ducking behind alleys and abandoned garages, looking for the source. Finally, there was a flash of red that caught his eye, so he ran towards it, his mind making sense of the scene in front of him.

Voices were jumbled and mashed up together, barely registering in his mind.

“Out here in a fuckin’ heat. Dumb bitch! C’mere.”

“She’s got a knife!”

“C’mere, you little slag. Get –”

In the middle of three huge, stinking Alphas, a tiny Omega was struggling, arm outstretched, brandishing her knife at them to keep them at bay. John came up behind the biggest one, some bald fuck with a dirty coat, and dropped him, cracking his spine in two places with well-placed fists, and breaking his jaw on his way down to the ground, leaving him groaning on the concrete.

One of his mates, a older man with thick, black eyebrows, lunged at Price, a look of indignant surprise on his face. The Omega screamed, her red coat yanked back over her face by the third man, her knife clattering to her feet. Price focused on Mister Eyebrows, dodging a lazy haymaker before popping him twice in the nose, drawing out his blood and knocking out at least two of his front teeth. Then, John grabbed him by the collar, pulling his jaw into his raised knee and listening to the satisfying splash as he fell into a murky puddle.

Finally, he set his sights on the last Alpha of the pack whose ropey arm was looped across the Omega’s neck, choking the air from her lungs. He growled at Price, his scent turning to rancid fear,

“Stay back! She’s mine, you big bastard.”

The captain had nothing to say. With a practiced ease, he side-stepped her assailant, breaking the elbow that controlled her throat, making him release her immediately. The evil bastard stumbled back, hand outstretched, bargaining for his life,

“Wait, wait. I’ll share her with you, how’s that? I’ll even let you have first go!”

A deafening howl came out of his mouth as Price’s boot heel made contact with his kneecap, forcing it to snap at a terrible angle. John’s hand shot out and grabbed the man by the hair on the crown of his head, tugging cruelly at his scalp. Without mercy, John slammed his face into a nearby bollard, and the howling stopped.

It was quiet again aside from the Omega’s trembling breaths. She had recovered the knife and was now pointing it towards John with shaking hands and wide, determined eyes.

“You alright, love?” Price asked, holding his hands up in a sign of peace, edging towards her in gentle, predictable steps.

“Y-yeah… Stay! Stay right there,” her voice was bright and clear, and he could hear her strength laced through her words. He stopped in his tracks, respecting her wishes.

“What are you doin’ all the way out here, darlin’?”

“They dragged me over here from Baltic Fleet,” she straightened up, getting her bearings, wiping the blood from a small cut in her cheek, “Fuckin’ bastards. Thank you, by the way.”

“Jus’ doin’ my job,” Price shrugged, waiting for her to lower the knife even further before he continued his approach.

“Police?” She asked, a little confused.

“Not exactly,” Price smiled, offering a hand out to her, “John Price, Captain of His Majesty’s RAF service.”

“Oh,” she studied him for a moment, and then her eyes fell to the hand, ready to bite but deciding to shake it instead.

When he touched her skin, Price felt her fever. Shocked, he tightened his grip, not meaning to startle her but too surprised by her temperature to ignore it.

“Christ, love. You’re burnin’ up.”

As quick as a flash, she yanked her hand out of his grasp and retreated back towards the wall of the warehouse behind her, scooting her way towards the corner to get out of his range, ready to bolt. She didn’t respond, but John watched as she wiped her brow, dotted with sweat and covered in concern.

“Hey,” he moved forward again protectively, “You can’t be out here alone. Not like this. At least let me walk with you. I’ll stay ten paces behind. It’s not safe.”

“I’m fine,” she said with more strength in her voice than what she was ready to produce.

“You’re not. You’re in a bloody heat. When did it start?” He watched as her knees began to tremble, and against her obvious wishes, he helped her sit on the warehouse deck, letting her keep the knife so she could feel safe.

“Yesterday…” She closed her eyes, trying to shake it off, “It’s… I’m fine. It’s never this bad.”

Now that he was close to her, Price was smothered by the scent of her body. The Omegan glands in her neck smelled like thick, wild honey, and her heat was mixing with her aroma, turning an already sweet smell into a lucious, decadent gourmand, pulling him in like quicksand.

“C’mon,” he helped her up, “Where’s your place? I’ll get you close.”

The clang of her knife made him glance up to see her eyes closed and her mouth slack. She was out, too weak to withstand the fever and the physical exertion.

Price felt his body react to her need. He was filled with rage, white and hot, at her situation. Those goddamn monsters were trying to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state. She should be home in her nest, being taken care of by her Alpha, covered in soothing oils and cool compresses, her needy little cunt stuffed full of his knot, staving off these symptoms and enduring them for her. Instead, she’d been hunted, chased, made to fight for her dignity out here in the middle of the docks. Something else inside Price’s chest curled around his anger.

Possession.

He tried to shake it off, knowing it came from being unmarked, but it had been so many years as a lone Alpha that he knew how to control it. Or, at least he thought he did.

Now, though, he found himself pulling at the neck of her coat as he held her in his arms, invading her privacy to check for a bite. He felt the shame wash over him as he covered her skin back up. He had no business searching for a mating bite. She was not his Omega, and he was not her Alpha.

After a few minutes out in the chilled wind, he made it to his apartment. Thankfully, it was late enough that his neighbors weren’t outside to witness what looked like a literal kidnapping, and he shuffled her inside without much trouble. Price lay her down on his long, leather sofa, careful to rest her head on the soft arm. He went to the kitchen to retrieve a cold rag and pressed it to her forehead, hoping to hold back the fever for as long as he could.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Wake up,” he whispered, trying to gently shed her coat and sweater, peeling her layers off to bring her temperature down to a more manageable level.

She moaned, her eyes wrenching shut even tighter, her face twisted in pain,

“My head…” She sighed, desperate for some relief.

“I know, love. C’mon,” John propped her up a bit, moving the rag so that the coldest parts would be against her skin, “What’s your name? I can find an address. Do you have your purse?”

“They… took it? I don’t… I dunno…” She muttered, obviously having a hard time stringing her thoughts together, “I don’t feel so good.”

This was not ideal. Price knew what came next. A high fever, exhaustion, fatigue, nausea, increased heart rate, and then…

“Alpha?” Her eyes were open, glassy and dark, the pupils fully blown, looking up at him with an outpouring of unfathomable need. Her scent rolled off of her in mind-altering waves, shoving Price’s carefully-built walls out of the way and sending shocks of desire straight to his heart and his fat, growing cock.

“No, baby. I’m not your Alpha. Who is he? Can you give me a name?” John asked, checking her coat pockets in a rushed panic. He was running out of time.

“Alpha, please… I need… Help me, please,” her shaking hands reached under his jacket and shirt, her knuckles rubbing against his furry belly, her strong fingers digging around for his belt buckle, getting right to the point.

Price felt the room flex around him, and he tried to breathe in air that wasn’t saturated by her vanilla spice, searching in the deepest recesses of his mind for some semblance of his self control.

“Easy, love. I can’t m–mmngh!” Her mouth slotted over his as he tried to protest, stopping his heart and his words at the same time.

She was heaven. Her smell was making his skin tingle all over his body, down his arms and up his legs, rushing to his central, sacral core. And her taste was even better. His little cinnamon roll, so sweet and warm, burning for him like a flame, hot and ready to scar him for life.

“Mngh… Love, mmm… Wait…” Price held her back, using more force than he thought he should need, surprised by her sudden power.

“John…” He met her eyes and found a particular clarity within them. She was coming out of her haze. But, it wouldn’t last. This was his final chance to keep her from doing something she would regret.

“Darlin’, I can’t. I’m not your Alpha.”

“You smell like you are,” she mewled, rubbing her wounded cheek across his engorged neck gland, spreading his scent all over herself.

“I can’t,” he moved away from her, trying to hold her in his arms for comfort rather than to bask in her expressive heat, “My work… I can’t leave you here, pretty girl.”

She sobbed out, trying to hold back from writhing against his body, doing everything she could not to make it harder for him to turn her down. Her eyes were rimmed red and pink from exhaustion, and she was staring down at her own hands, vibrating with tremors, slurring her words,

“Just lock me in the bath. I’ll run cold water. I’ll be fine…”

Something ancient and feral snarled in Price’s mind.

No.

“No,” he said, involuntarily, the voice in his head escaping from his throat.

“Please… I can’t stop myself… I want your knot, Alpha. Lock me up before I do something to you… Something you don’t want…” She could barely put two words together. Every thought was a struggle. He was losing her again.

He grabbed her and held her to his chest, clutching her like water in his palm, using all his strength to keep her with him,

“I want you, love. I want… Fuck, I need you.”

All of a sudden, the energy around their bodies stilled. That cracking, sparking electricity that bound them together was roiling just beyond John’s consciousness, ready to surge. But, he stayed perfectly still, waiting to see what she did next. She locked eyes with him and leaned in close, as if she would kiss him. But, she didn’t. She dipped her head down until she found his Alphic gland, swollen and bruised purple from him holding back his lust, nuzzling at it with the tip of her nose, rooting against him, testing his patience, checking to see if his temperament was true. Then, when he let her sniff him in his most potent spot, when she knew his soul was as pure as his scent, that he was true, she sucked his flesh between her lips, drawing his musk onto her tongue.

She’d accepted him. He reeled from it, unable to hold back a groan, his cock jerking against his zipper, thrashing to escape, flooding with hot blood and threatening to fill his knot before he’d even had a chance to taste her.

John pulled her mouth off of him and stared at her eyes again, in awe of her beauty, his mind swirling and yet perfectly sharp, begging her darkly,

“Give me your neck, Omega.”

The ritual had begun, and as she swept her hair away from her shoulder, pulling it around her back, she bent for him, arching her head down in a submissive bow, revealing her Omegan mating line. It looked like a keloid scar, the raised skin swollen and painful, like a pounding vein that ran from below her earlobe down to the top of her shoulder, full of her hormones and thick with her magic. One bite, and he would be in her thrall, pliant to her every whim, beholden to her needs until her heat had run its course.

Price had never given his bite to anyone. It had been easy to abstain. In fact, in his youth, he had a hard time understanding his mates’ commitments to their Omegas, scoffing at their lack of duty to their stations, doubting their commitment, and - moreover - doubting their loyalty. He remained a captain through and through, and he’d never made room for anyone or anything else. But, here he was, his teeth aching in his jaw, bigger and sharper than they should’ve been, his every sense heightened and taking her in like a drug, compelling him to punch through her delicate flesh and suck her nectar deep into his belly.

The feeling of her skin against his lips was enough to send a chill through his body. He was cooling from the inside out, and his body needed her heat. She was forcing a rut to take hold in him, and he could feel himself changing for her. Then, he bit down as hard as he could, breaking the thin seal of her mating line with ease, feeling the searing mixture of her oil and her blood filling his mouth and throat like a ripe plum, wet and sweet, and promising pleasure if he chose to swallow her.

He drank from her for as long as he dared, taking her in long, slurping gulps, letting her essence coat his throat, feeling the hot fluid burn inside of his chest and down into his stomach where it pooled and lingered, warming him up from the inside out.

“Alpha…” She moaned, raising her hand to cup his cheek as he sucked her life into himself, rubbing her thumb so softly over his shut eyelashes that he barely felt it.

John pulled away from her, his eyes fluttering open, her bright orange blood iridescent with her mating oil, making the red cells burn bright like a fresh-cracked yolk, gleaming, trapped between his teeth like gold. He watched it drip down her chest, staining her clothes, and he began to tear them off of her. She let him, limp and mute as he peeled her open, making her naked and pulling her into his arms.

He carried her into his bedroom, kicking open the door and busting the bolt through the strike, splintering the wood and not giving a shit about the damage. John lay her in the middle of the mattress and set to surrounding her with whatever softness he could find; his shirts, his blankets, even his scarves. Anything warm and comfortable was added to the nest, giving her as much support as he could before standing back to admire his work.

She eyed him from her recumbent throne, commanding him with her gaze. John stripped off his shirt for her, raking it up his back and over his shoulders, feeling as if he was moving his body for her and only for her. All of his motions, even his ragged breaths, were only escaping from his lungs because she wanted them to. His buckle clattered apart, and he popped open the button of his jeans, lowering the zipper in a sharp, metallic rip.

Once free, his heavy prick flagged, leaping forward and pulsating for her, proudly showing her his gleaming head. He was drooling an unrelenting stream of iridescent precome, his balls tight and full of Alphic oil, ready to coat her warm insides with his shining sex.

John climbed onto the bed, his face focused on her wet mound, admiring the plumpness of her, imagining her - in every delicious way - like a tender peach. He crawled to her, his mouth still stained neon orange from her gland, and he smeared her wet quim all over his lips and tongue. He wasn’t licking her so much as he was wearing her like warpaint, moving his nose and cheeks through her to ensure he was soaked in her heady slick, his body making wild, unbridled choices purely on instinct.

“Yes, baby, please…” Her voice went straight through him like a bullet, tightening his cockhead to an uncomfortable degree, and it jerked against the mattress in protest. Her hands were in his hair, scratching through his scalp, encouraging him to sink his tongue deep inside of her hole.

John obeyed, helpless to her desire, his mind wiping clean and being rewritten by her will. He was swimming in her scent, drenched in her slick, and gasping against her pussy, his eyes fixated on her form as it writhed above him. When she met his eyes, she bit the inside of her lip, crying out for him, rewarding him for his prostrated fealty. Then, she began to rock her hips against his jaw, fucking herself on his face, and he let her use him to her heart’s content, staying strong and sure, allowing his body to be used, objectified and glorified by it.

When she began to come, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He followed his tongue inside of her with two of his thick fingers, pressing against her walls, pushing her over the edge. She bolted upright, wrapping her thighs around his face, smothering him with her body, trapping him breathless between her legs. Her whole being trembled for him. He could feel the shimmer of her very soul, rattling and writhing with her siren-like keening. And just when he started to see spots in his vision, needing air just a little less than he needed to please her, she lay open for him, blooming outward like a flower, releasing him from a limbo he longed to return to, oozing with a stream of rainbow-tinted come, the Omegan oil within her womb escaping to advertise its promises to her mate.

Without knowing why, John found himself lapping it up from her pulsing hole like a hound, swallowing mouthful after mouthful and grunting with each pass of his broad tongue.

“John, I need... Please, put your knot inside me. I’ll be good…” She begged, tears shining at the corners of her eyes from her come-drunk bliss, her hands plucking at her nipples and trying to soothe herself down from her high.

“My pretty girl wants this knot, yeah?” John grinned devilishly, dipping his finger into her over and over and licking it clean like she was a jar of endless honey, “Wants me to breed this gorgeous cunt…”

At that comment, she spread her legs even wider for him, opening up for him like a blossom for the sun, ready to take whatever he had to give her. It was mesmerizing for John to see her like this. Everything about her was filled with intoxication and need. He was just a vessel for her pleasure, pouring himself into her to make her full again. Dizzy and drunk with adoration, he notched his girth at her entrance, struggling to fit even his cockhead within her.

“Fuck… so bloody warm…”

Her body was burning him with every millimeter he sank into her, the heat of her tight sex in such high contrast with his cool rut. It felt like he was swimming in a roiling pot of sugary caramel, clinging and cloying and sticking to every part of him, and yet it was not enough. He needed more. His hips thrust forward, savage yet steady, reaching deep inside of her like an anchor, rushing to settle himself within her darkness.

The way his Omega cried out this time was different, and it snapped him to her attention, his mind immediately sensing a new need.

“Love, tell me what you need.” He purred, his mouth kissing her lips and her neck, lapping at the now-healing wound his own fangs had made, talking to her between long licks of his tongue, “Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You’re so big. I’ve never…” She sounded ashamed.

Price slowed to a creeping pace, focused fully on her face,

“Never had a knot before?”

She shook her head, her eyes full of worry. John wrapped her up in his arms, dragging himself out of her slowly before filling her up again as carefully as he could.

“Tha’s alright, baby. You’re mine, and I’ll keep you safe. I promise.”

“Feels like I’m burning alive,” she sighed, her brow furrowing with distress, “John, I need… I don’t know how…”

“Look at me, alright?” He helped her focus her eyes on his, “Don’t… Just stay with me, right here. You’re gonna come for me, and then… I’ll give you what you need.”

“Please,” she whimpered, her voice so small.

Price set himself on a path with a purpose. He used his hand to rub small, rhythmic circles beside the rigid body of her clit, coaxing her pussy to drop even more slick around him, using every ounce of willpower he had left not to let his knot slip inside of her prematurely. His thrusts were jerky and restrained, but he felt her begin to rock back and forth with his hand’s movements, bringing her closer and closer to her glowing joy.

“Good girl,” he praised her, watching her as she began to fall apart around him, “Tha’s my good little Omega. Come for your Alpha just like that. Just… mmf-fuck! Like that! Holy fuck.”

The feeling of her slick pussy clenching and twisting around his cock’s tugid body was enough to make him see stars. He felt almost sick with pleasure, his whole core lighting up like a roaring fire, spitting and aching to bury himself within her.

At the end of her crescendo, he felt himself let go of the chain, and he rutted his knot inside of her, humping himself forward ruthlessly, his body contorting itself to fit her needs. His knot sealed him within her, and although he was not yet orgasming, he was filling her with his come, the creamy flow of it spilling out of his tip, filling her hole and coating his prick from inside of its hungry little sheath.

“Your come… I can feel it inside of me. Oh, my God,” she sighed with some sort of relief, her eyes rolling inside of her head, her arms losing their strength, and her back arching towards him, lifting up as if she would float right into Heaven.

And just like that, her fever began to abate. With his knot stuffed inside of her, locking his seed within her hole, his Alphic oils could soothe her heat, bringing her back to the realm of consciousness and delivering her from her wild state.

“John,” she lay back, her hand pressed to his cheek.

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he bent forward on his elbows and kissed her mouth, chastely at first, and then languidly, exploring her taste. When he did finally pull away, she was awake and alert, sated and happy. He smiled down at her,

“Hey, pretty girl,” he whispered, wiping her hair back from her face.

“Hey,” she smiled back at him, wrapping her ankles around his back for comfort, not knowing that it was just enough to set his cock on edge again, his Alphic instinct rejoicing at the feeling of being trapped by his mate.

“You alright?” John asked, a tinge of worry at the edge of his voice.

“I am now, thanks to you,” she sighed, tucking herself in beneath him, rubbing her hands along his ribs and the soft fur of his back and arms, feeling every bit of him as if she was seeing him with her touch, “You saved me, Alpha.”

“Aye,” he nudged her jaw with his nose, asking her wordlessly to give him the vulnerable softness of her neck. She obliged, and he spoke to her between sucking kisses, “All mine. My Omega. Innit that right, baby?”

She was practically lambent beneath the scrutiny of his possession, rolling in it like a wave in the sand, captured by it and surrendering to the riptide of his unbreakable grip. She nodded, humming her ascent, her expression turning a little rueful right at the end of his kisses. The sorrowful timbre of her voice broke his heart,

“I’m grateful. But, I know this isn’t what you wanted, and I’m so sor–”

“No,” he kissed her words away, feeling his length throb inside of her, urging him to kiss her again, “No, love.”

“I won’t bite you,” she promised, her gaze still full of apology, “You won’t be stuck with me.”

“Bite me, Omega,” he bent his head and buried his face in her shoulder, giving her his gland in total surrender, “Go on. I’m yours.”

“John…” She hesitated, but he could feel her body flood her hole, excited beyond measure at the thought of binding him to her as her mated Alpha.

“Go on,” he commanded in his smoky growl, holding her tighter and bracing for the ecstasy of her teeth.

He felt her lips first, and his balls tightened, ready to fling him into a messy orgasm as soon as he felt his gland shatter in her mouth. Her Omegan teeth wouldn’t break the skin, but he knew she was strong enough to crack the shell around his swollen node. The anticipation of her bite was wrecking his mind, and he was gasping for breath by the time he felt her jaw set itself against him.

“Baby, please…” He whined in her ear, his hips thrusting in short, jerking thrusts, unable to move much with his knot still trapped up inside of her, holding his gushing come in her hole, pushing it into her womb from the sheer volume of it.

Her teeth connected, and he could hear his unbroken shell give way beneath her strength, the hormones inside of it rushing through his system like wildfire, burning through his veins and making him scream for her. At the same time, John felt his core throw him into a raw orgasm, his whole body trembling above her, wringing himself from the inside out.

“Alpha,” she sighed, licking his neck to comfort him, “My Alpha…”

“Yours, baby. All yours.”

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The new trainees filed out of the gym, sweaty, bloody, and eager to be out of the captain’s sight. Price had run them ragged, forcing them to spar with practice weapons, pitting them against each other in a strained, exhausting competition. Ghost and Soap sat with Gaz as they eyed their commander, their eyes glued to the fresh bite mark on his neck, shocked into a silent stupor.

“I cannae believe it. Mated? To which lassie?” Soap asked, dumbfounded.

“I didn’t think he’d ever take a mate,” Gaz marvelled.

“I thought he was savin’ himself for marriage,” Ghost quipped, earning himself a scuff from Soap.

Price made his way across the mat, pulling his sweaty shirt off his back to trade it for a clean one. The red welts and nail-marks across his shoulders and down his belly made Gaz let out a low whistle. But, his commander’s glare stopped him mid-note.

“Wha’s that, Garrick?”

“Nothin’, sir. Just… admirin’ your battle scars,” Gaz smiled, wishing his two teammates would stop snickering so loudly.

“Looks like a hell’uva fight, Cap,” Ghost added, looking everywhere but into Price’s icy eyes.

“Wha’s her name?” Soap asked outright, skipping over the double entendres and going right for the point.

Their captain sighed, zipped up his gym bag, and stood in front of his three officers, glaring down at them with a look that was on the border of dead-seriousness,

“If I told you that, lads, I’d have to kill you.”

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puttersmile · 18 days ago

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Allister's Job

Can't think of a more interesting title, but here is some more headcanon. Eventually Allister finds steady work at Bobby's place, the Bear & Biscuits. So Picky's nagging does pay off! I think working at a bar would work well for his personality (or my guess on his personality). I think he'd be into people watching.

I wanted to write a one shot for it but somehow it turned into a weird 2nd person fic that isn't even shippy or romantic. Not sure how I feel about it but I'll post it anyway instead of deleting it like it probably should be.

Laid Back Worker

You step into Bear & Biscuits, the cozy bakery turned bar where the aroma of freshly baked goods mingles with the faint tang of cider and spirits. The place feels like a warm hug on a cold night, the kind of spot that makes you want to linger. A few regulars are seated at the tables, chatting and laughing softly, but the bar area is empty.

You slide onto one of the stools, the firm surface is comforting after a long day on your feet. The sound of the door closing behind you barely registers as you glance at the drink menu scrawled in cheerful chalk on a hanging board.

The holiday specials catch your eye—mulled wine, spiced rum, hot chocolate, and something called the “Bear’s Winter Hug.” But there’s no bartender in sight. You wait for a moment, scanning the room. The low hum of conversation fills the background, but the bar itself is oddly quiet.

All you hear are the muffled shuffle of feet, accompanied by the sound of clinking glasses. Just as you consider calling out, a sharp voice cuts through the room.

“Allister! Quit daydreaming and get to work already!”

A tall, green gator shuffles out from the back, his posture is low, his eyes half-lidded. He scratches his head as he ambles over to the bar, his slouch making him seem even more laid-back than usual.

“Oh. Hey. Think I recognize you. You’re one of Picky’s other friends, right?” He gives you a lazy grin, leaning against the counter. “Didn’t notice you walk in... Guess you’re in the right place for a drink, huh?”

He grabs a towel and starts wiping the already-clean bar top, a halfhearted effort that makes you smirk. You ask what he recommends.

Allister glances over his shoulder at the shelves lined with bottles, barely bothering to focus.

“Well, if you want my professional opinion—which I’m guessing you do—I’d go with the Winter Hug. Ms. Bearhug says it’s ‘hearty and festive,’ which I think just means it’s got enough kick to keep you warm all night.” He smirks.

“But if you’re not feeling adventurous, we’ve got plenty of plain ol’ whiskey. Your call.” The laid-back charm is hard to resist, and you laugh as you make your choice.

As Allister begins to mix your drink with a casual ease, you glance around the room. So is this place a bakery? And a bar? Not exactly a usual combo.

Allister snorts, pausing mid-pour. “Oh, it’s all Ms. Bearhug's brainchild. She inherited this place from her family. It used to just be a bakery, but she wanted to mix things up—literally. She figured drinks would bring in the evening crowd, and honestly? She wasn’t wrong.” He shrugs, his grin widening.

“Though between you and me, I think she just likes bossing me around.”

He finishes the drink and slides it over to you with an impressive spin. “And before you ask—yes, I do all the drink stuff, and she handles the baking. Not a bad setup, really. I get to stay out of the kitchen, and she doesn’t yell at me as much.”

Just then, the door to the back swings open again, and Bobby Bearhug steps into view. Her red fur is dusted with flour, and she looks every bit the part of a baker who’s been up since dawn. Despite her exhaustion, there’s a sharpness in her eyes that makes it clear she’s paying attention to everything.

“Allister, if you’re going to waste time, at least make sure our guest has everything they need. Are you good over here?” she asks, looking at you with a warm yet slightly pensive smile. You nod, Allister is doing a great job. Bobby raises an eyebrow at him, clearly skeptical.

“Well, that’s good to know. Let me know if he starts slacking.” Allister chuckles, unbothered. “Slacking? Me? Never.”

As the night goes on, the bar fills with a soft buzz of conversation and laughter. Allister tells you stories about some of the more eccentric regulars, his jokes making even the boring parts of life sound entertaining. Bobby pops in and out, delivering trays of her famous bear claw pastries and checking on everyone, her presence adding a warmth to the room that goes beyond the fire crackling in the corner.

At one point, Allister leans back against the counter, eyeing the dwindling crowd. “You know,” he says, “Bobby acts like she’s all business, but this place? It’s her heart. She loves seeing people come together here. I think she loves it more than sleep.”

Bobby overhears and smacks him lightly with a towel as she passes. “Stop telling critters my secrets, Allister. And refill their drink while you’re at it!”

As Bobby returns to the kitchen, Allister grins with a casual shrug. “See what I have to deal with?”

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toothtalk · 12 days ago

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a neurodivergent spoonie's guide to having teeth

LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This blog is for educational and informational purposes only. This does not constitute providing medical advice or professional services. Information on this blog should NOT be used for diagnostics or treating a health problem. Always seek the advice of your doctor or other qualified dental health provider regarding diagnosis and treatment of a dental condition. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on this blog.

this is as close to a comprehensive guide to dental care as i can make. i'm autistic/adhd/ocd/chronically ill and i've worked in dentistry for several years. i want to use my knowledge to help other spoonies struggling with dental care. i know it can be really hard, but dental health is so important and we deserve healthy mouths just as much as NT/abled folks!!

being neurodivergent and/or chronically ill can make personal care tasks incredibly difficult. so many of us struggle with washing our hair, getting dressed, and cleaning up. but remember: hair will grow back if it's damaged, clothes can be washed when they smell bad, and a dirty house can be made clean again, but we only have one set of teeth to last our whole lives. those pearly whites are worth taking care of!

these tips are based on feedback/questions i've gotten from ND folks on tumblr and facebook, patients at the practices i've worked in, and my own experience. standard disclaimer that this information will not be applicable to every single person, just take what works for you and pass the rest on to the next person. i am also a resource for further information. this is going to be pretty rapidfire, so if you want me to elaborate on anything or have a question about something i didn't address in this post, my askbox is open and anon is enabled. i love talking about teeth and i would love to help my fellow spoonies take care of theirs!

without further ado:

on homecare:

any dental professional will tell you that having good oral health starts at home. taking care of our teeth can be incredibly difficult when our spoons are low, so i've made a list of strategies to make it easier.

best practice is to brush twice per day and floss once per day. this may not be realistic for those of us who struggle with habits and/or executive dysfunction. if you can only remember to brush once per day, brushing at night is the most important.

the ideal order of operations is floss, tongue scrape, mouthwash, then brush. but flossing and brushing are the most important steps in the routine.

brushing your teeth in the shower is perfectly acceptable! personally, i keep one toothbrush in the shower and one on the sink to maximize my opportunities to brush.

if you don't have the energy to floss, a toothbrush with fine bristles like this one is a good compromise.

you should replace your toothbrush or electric brush head every three months. the bristles get worn down and become less effective over time. set a recurring event on your phone calendar to keep track!

if you find it difficult to brush your teeth at all, use a washcloth to gently scrub your teeth until you feel that you've gotten the film off, then use a fluoride mouthwash. they also make single-use waterless toothbrushes like these. i like to keep them on my nightstand for really bad days when i can't even get myself to the bathroom to brush.

this is an excellent guide on proper brushing technique.

an electric toothbrush is an excellent investment. even a cheap one at the grocery store is a huge step above a manual toothbrush. personally, i love quip because they're more affordable than brands like sonicare, and they send you replacement brush heads on a regular basis.

be careful not to brush too aggressively; your brush should glide gently over the surface of your teeth. if you feel a lot of friction, lighten your pressure. brushing too hard can wear away your enamel and damage your gums.

if the mint flavor in toothpaste triggers sensory discomfort, try kids' toothpaste! it has less fluoride than adult toothpaste, but it's still miles better than not brushing at all.

mouthwash is used to neutralize bacteria on soft tissues. use an antibacterial or fluoride mouthwash for healthy gums and strong enamel. listerine original is the best, but they have lots of varieties including gum health, alcohol-free, and many more.

whenever possible, use a straw to drink soda or coffee so it doesn't touch your teeth, and rinse with water after you drink it. try to not sip sugary drinks throughout the day. switching to sugar-free beverages will make a huge difference in cavity prevention.

if you have any gaps between teeth, an interdental brush will help you keep the areas between those teeth clean and prevent decay.

i like to keep a package of floss picks in the living room so that i can floss while i watch tv. the best time to floss is right before you brush your teeth, but there is no bad time to floss.

this video shows proper flossing technique. this video shows proper technique when using floss picks.

dry mouth is a lesser-known cause of cavities. saliva protects your teeth from decay, so when you don't produce enough of it, you're at higher risk. dry mouth rinses like this one are a great defense against this!

remember, something is always better than nothing. brushing once a day is better than not brushing at all. flossing once a week is better than not flossing at all. be gentle with yourself.

on finding a dental provider:

finding a new provider and making an appointment can be confusing and overwhelming when we have low executive function. there are some ways to make it just a bit easier.

if you have insurance, they likely have a tool on their website to find providers in your network. you can usually find this information on your insurance card. this should narrow down your options considerably.

the absolute best thing you can do is find a supportive provider who you can open up to about your struggles with dental care. look up your options on google reviews and ctrl+f "anxiety". if these anxious patients have a good experience, it's more likely you will too.

you can ask for recommendations in your local community's facebook group or subreddit, both of which offer anonymity. specify your needs in your post. chances are, other people in your community have similar needs, and can help you find the right people to meet those needs.

a few people expressed that they avoid the dentist because of a family history of poor dental health, and the fear of having the same problems. i want to assure you that, while dental health does have a genetic component, it is far from the only factor. the most effective thing you can do to prevent dental issues is to go in for regular maintenance. prevention is the gold standard in dentistry.

a lot of us struggle with making phone calls. luckily, it's becoming increasingly common for practices to allow online booking and communication via email. look for these options on a practice's website!

if fear or executive dysfunction is getting in your way, phone a friend for help. sometimes things that are hard for us aren't as difficult for others. maybe your roommate can call the office for you. maybe your sister can drive you to your appointment. don't be afraid to lean on your village.

in the dental office:

a big issue with dental offices is that they are basically a sensory nightmare. while it's never going to be fully comfortable, there are some things you can do to make your experience more tolerable.

be open and honest with your dental providers. if you smoke, tell them (this includes cannabis; they cannot report you for cannabis use even if you're not in a legal state). if you've never flossed before, tell them. their job is to help you, not shame you. if a provider makes you feel ashamed, stop seeing them.

so many people have mentioned they're embarrassed about their anxiety and sensory struggles in the dental office. let me assure you that your providers see so many anxious patients every single day. they're used to it, and they're not going to be judging you. to help illustrate this, i'm going to cite some examples of patients from my practice and the ways we help them manage their anxiety and sensory struggles.

probably the most common concern among patients in our practice is a fear of the numbing injection. i have a pretty severe phobia of needles myself. our dental assistants are well-trained to manage this fear. they distract patients during the shot, and help them breathe through the anxiety before and after. this training is part of the dental assistant certification process, so it should be relatively universal.

you can bring a comfort item with you. be it a stuffed animal, a video game, a book, even a comforting person who can sit with you.

you know that lead vest that they lay on you when they take xrays? you can ask to wear that during your whole visit. it acts like a weighted blanket and it feels so nice and comforting. we have a few patients who do this at my practice.

headphones or earplugs are a lifesaver to drown out all the horrible sounds. i literally refuse to get a cleaning without them. there's even a hygienist at my practice that wears earplugs while she's working because the sound of the cavitron bothers her. there's no shame in it whatsoever.

if your practice offers it, nitrous oxide is a great option for anxiety. most people know it as laughing gas. it puts you in a dreamlike state so you're more or less unaware of what's going on. no joke, this stuff had me so relaxed i fully fell asleep while getting a root canal. you can even get it when you get your cleanings!

a lot of our patients request a specific doctor, dental assistant, and hygienist for their appointments. this is incredibly common. if you find someone that makes you feel safe, let the scheduling staff know that you'd like to see that person each time you come in.

dress comfy. there's no dress code for the dental office; show up in sweatpants if you want.

remember at the end of the day, your dental providers are not there to judge you if you don't have perfect homecare. their ultimate goal is to get your mouth healthy no matter your starting place. i can't speak for every dentist obviously, but the dentists at my practice are incredibly patient and sympathetic and have nothing but their patients' best interests in mind.

again: if you feel disrespected or shamed by your provider, find a new one who will be compassionate with you. you don't owe any provider loyalty, even if you've been going there since you were a toddler.

on recovery:

one of the hardest things to do is build healthy habits when you're starting from an unhealthy place. if you're dealing with poor dental health, getting your mouth healthy again can seem impossibly daunting. i'm here to tell you it is possible, but it takes work.

it starts in the dental chair. your provider should communicate what treatment is the highest priority, and they will start there. rather than overwhelming yourself with the big picture, focus your attention on the next step.

things like root canals, crowns, and periodontal treatment can be very expensive. unfortunately, in the united states at least, dental insurance is quite lacking across the board. if expenses are a concern, dental schools are a great option for having treatment done at a low cost. keep in mind that treatment will often take significantly longer due to the dentists being supervised students.

my job in the practice is treatment coordinator. this means that i work one-on-one with my patients to help them understand their treatment plans and make the process as easy and comfortable as possible for them. ask your practice if they have a treatment coordinator. if they don't, suggest that they create the role, and reach out to me here. my dream is to be able to help people manage their oral health. i will be a resource to anyone that doesn't have a treatment coordinator available to help you navigate your course of treatment.

any restorative work (fillings, crowns, etc.) that you have done has to be cared for, just like virgin teeth. cavities can still form underneath fillings and crowns. make sure you are keeping your regular hygiene appointments, and use the above strategies to effectively care for your restorations at home.

if you have a lot of treatment to work through, it may take a long time. we have patients that have spent 2-3 years working through their treatment plans with us. this can feel daunting and depressing. but remember, it's not forever. the majority of these patients who continue to see us for regular visits only have 1-2 new cavities at a time, if anything, once we finish their initial work.

there are very few dental problems that cannot be fixed. cavities can be filled, crowns placed, root canals done to save teeth that are severely decayed. gum disease cannot be cured, but it can be very effectively managed. i see patients all the time that come in expecting to lose all their teeth and need dentures, only to be relieved when we tell them only a few teeth are truly not restorable.

my job revolves around patient education, and it's always shocking to me how little we are taught about caring for our teeth. please be kind to yourselves; it is NOT your fault for not knowing or having the resources to take care of them yourself. once again, my askbox is open and anon is enabled if you have more questions after reading this guide.

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admirationandromantics · 1 month ago

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Teacher's Lounge

Another request! I'm thinking about not posting updates to anonymous requests, and instead just pasting said request in here? I'll tag you if you didn't ask anonymously. It's easier and more neat.

🍋‍🟩 Hear me out, Josh becoming a temporary teacher for film with his own office, he often let you study in there seeing as the campus didn’t have enough study space to accommodate everyone and you become quite overstimulated on a normal day (@b3rryb3t)

This is therefore maybe a teacher x student thing, but you're roughly the same age anyway (maybe 2 years difference), since he graduated before you and has already come out with his debut movie. You're still hanging out with the friend group as well.

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It’s hard to find good reading spots on campus. My messy room could be an option, but I can’t get inspired there. I need different surroundings than what I’m used to. Booked rooms are a no-go, especially now that exams are coming closer. They’re always booked, and everyone uses them. I’ve tried going to the library, but if there’s room, the place is never quiet. The librarians don't care. I get it though, everyone is stressed, and the only place you can work on a group assignment is the library. You have to talk, you have to discuss. This means that I’m still left without a spot to study. I’ve tried other libraries, other cafes and even at my friends place. Nothing works. Maybe there’s something in the other buildings? Somewhere quiet where I’ll feel content.

The first building that comes to mind is the Teachers house. A large building with some group rooms and many small study sofas. Many of the teachers have offices there, but if I'm quiet, they won’t mind. These spots are usually also taken, but maybe I’ll have a chance if I’m quick.

I walk down the hall, stopping when I see the old abandoned office. This room is usually always empty, waiting for someone to inhabit it. But it’s not empty anymore. The previously collected dust is cleaned away, the wood door has a new furnish and a brand new slide-on plate reads a familiar name. Joshua Washington.

I widen my eyes in surprise, it cannot be. Why is he here? Didn’t he already finish his degree? He just finished his debut movie, which was excellent. I saw him at one of Emily’s parties too, which was not long ago. About three weeks. He looked good then, very good. Like he felt fulfilled and accomplished. He should feel good about himself. Not many people do that on their first big project. He did talk about a new job he got, but I assumed it was another film-related gig. Was this the job?

My curiosity gets the better of me, and I carefully knock three times. The sound is beautiful, hard and dark wood which doesn’t vibrate as I hit it. I wait, hearing shuffling and metal clinking inside.

“Um, yeah, come in!”

I open the door, holding the handle hard. If I was wrong, then this would be an awfully awkward encounter. The door glides easily without making any sound. They have really improved this place. He lifts his head, meeting my stare as he does. A smile creeps on his face, eyes lighting up by the sight. I stand still, mouth agape and furrowed brows. He’s really here.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite student”

“You teach here?”

“As of this Monday, yes”

I close the door behind me, looking around the room. It’s cozy, filled with family pictures and a couple of movie posters. His diploma is also on the wall. On one surface are many small film trophies from his childhood, and in front of all of them, the price he got last year for his first debut Hollywood movie. I look around in awe, the yellow light making everything feel so professional and real.

“And by the way, I’m not your student, I take another course”

“That can’t stop me from stating that you’re in a superior’s office”

“How did you get this job?”

“They offered it to me”

“Just out of nowhere? You don’t have experience in teaching. You’re not even a professor”

“I guess my talent shines through”

I look at him and his smug face. He’s leaning back in the roller chair, feet upon his desk. Everything here is so neat, so unlike him. He also loves being able to joke like this, but honestly, I’m still surprised by the circumstances. He made one movie, and now, the university wanted him to teach a course?

“If I know you correctly, you’ll probably be fired by the next month”

“And why’s that?”

I take a seat in front of him, not surprised that the chair is lower than him. Oh, how he loves his power trips. The chair is comfortable, and suits the surroundings, but I feel small.

“Because you can’t keep your hands to yourself”

“That’s true”

“There’s only a question about time, when will you fuck one of your students, and when will you get caught”

He laughs, shaking his head as he fiddles with an expensive ball pen. He looks at me in disbelief, maybe a little surprised that I said exactly what I thought.

“Who’s to say I haven’t done it already?”

“One week into the job?”

“Maybe”

“You’re disgusting, Washington”

“That’s Mr. Washington to you” he corrects, pointing at me with the same pen. I smile at him, almost unable to hide my laughter.

“I’m not gonna start calling you that”

“Ugh, damn you”

A slight silence follows, and analyse his desk. Many, many pens, his laptop, a stack of papers and a couple of memory sticks. Again, everything is so neat. It makes me feel weird.

“By the way, I actually haven’t had a teacher-student relationship”

“You shouldn’t” I quickly shoot back. It would not be a good idea. Being in the filming industry is hard in itself, but he also has a shot of doing something more. This was not something to take lightly.

“At least not gonna with my own students”

“Jesus Chris Josh”

He laughs again, loving my overdramatic reactions. He knows what gets me to tip over, how to make me irritated and upset. Of course he’ll use it to his advantage.

“Anyways, what are you doing here? Isn’t your building on the other side of campus?”

I sigh loudly, leaning back in the chair and letting my head fall back. I’m tired, exhausted even. But just two more weeks, and I’ll be finished with the exams. My diploma isn’t far away.

“Trying to find a study spot, but everywhere is taken”

“Why don’t you just use your dorm?”

“Easy for you to say, you never lived in one”

He leans back, furrowing his brows and being deep in thought.

“You could sit here?”

I look up, surprised by the offer. Is that even okay, am I, as a student, allowed to do that? I think about it, the place is quiet, cozy and a completely different atmosphere than usual. It could work.

“Can I?”

“Of course, it wouldn't be the first time you’ve been in my quarters” he teases, leaning back over the desk.

“Haha, very funny, but are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean, my students usually don’t come here, too busy actually understanding the material, compared to some” he points at me and my backpack. I roll my eyes.

“Well, if getting my degree consisted of knowing the on and off button of a camera, I would excel at it”

“Careful, or you might not get to study here”

“Okay, okay, sorry. You’re an accomplished producer and teacher who’s totally awesome”

“And you have to call me Mr. Washington”

I scoff at his request, shaking my head. He’s still smiling, biting casually into his lower lip.

“I draw the line there”

“Fine”

I take up my laptop, immediately starting to type. This was gonna be great. Might have some negative effects though. We’ve got a history. Too much time spent together has usually led to more uncivilised activities, but that’s not something I have to worry about now.

***

The weeks pass, and I truly enjoy his company, even if it’s in silence. He’s busy grading papers and making schedules. I’m prepping for my exams, writing, reading, and memorising. Everything was going great, and the day of the exam finally came.

I took one look over the questions, and my heart fell. What the hell was this? I did my best, drawing out a mind map to help me refresh my memory. It actually went quite well, if I do say so myself. Not the best, but I’m definitely not failing.

I walk down the hall yet again, not bothering to knock on Josh’s door. His head rises, noticing my presence, and he smiles. God I love how he smiles.

“So, how did it go?”

I close the door, biting my lip as I turn to face him again. He looks up expectantly, eyes big and round. He rises, walking around the desk to face me.

“It went great!” I blurt out excitedly, arms going out. He smiles, meeting me in a hug as I throw my arms around him. His hands go to my waist, pulling me closer against him. I bury my face in his neck, warm skin against mine, smelling his expensive cologne.

“See, you just needed a place to study”

“I indeed did”

We break apart a little, arms still holding tight so none of us leaves. He leans in, eyes lowering to my lips. I know what’s about to happen, it has happened a million times before. In his bedroom, a couple of random bathrooms, the mountain lodge, but never in an office. My finger finds its way to his lips, stopping him in his tracks.

“Mr. Washington, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Just celebrating” he whispers against my finger, hand going up to take it away. He finds his way to the back of my head, tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer.

“You can get in trouble”

“Never stopped us before”

His breath feels hot against my skin, head getting dizzy and body warmer. How long were we going to keep this thing alive?

“Fuck it” I whisper against him, capturing his lips on mine.

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nekrosdolly · 1 year ago

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chemtrails over the research facility (18+).

sry for spam posting! butttt i wrote this over thanksgiving and i realized it would be perfect to post here! the wesker brainrot is real. also this is one of my first times writing sex stuff so pointers + criticisms are always welcome! (also this has punctuation and proper capitalisation wowww!! go kori)

cw; dubcon due to non-verbal consent, boss/employee relationships, obsessed/possessive wesker, delusional wesker kinda, eventual smut (p in v), afab reader, unsafe sex, breeding kink, minor stalking, creep wesker.

petnames (reader received); dearest

Aesthetically, you're the perfect match. His skin next to yours- ethereal. Utterly divine. But it seems that, between the two of you, only he notices.

He's the head researcher. He should have your attention, but unfortunately, you're a good worker. You're diligent and focused- no time for being distracted by him, even if he is your boss. In fact, you're not distracted by anyone. Countless attempts at small talk he's made and yet you, you brilliant thing, don't even care.

"How is your research going?" He'll ask when he sees you in the break room. He always keeps his distance professional, lest there be an HR report to be filed later.

You always reply, simply out of politeness. You look at him, those hypnotic eyes of yours and the intoxicating smell of your skin and the pheromones lying beneath it.

"Fine," you'd say, or maybe a "wonderfully, Dr. Wesker," if you're feeling exceptionally affectionate. Hearing your voice- like silk on his ears- is enough to make him rock hard. His slacks tighten by a few degrees and he's thankful his labcoat is buttoned to cover himself.

That, of course, is the end of your conversations, but never the end of his obsessive thoughts. When he goes home to his apartment, sleek and well-decorated given the money he gets from Umbrella, he makes haste towards his bedroom. He doesn't waste time with foreplay for himself- doesn't need to as he's still hard from earlier- before getting himself off rather hastily.

In retrospect, if you were here, he would take his time with you. He'd learn ever nook and cranny to make you gasp, whine, and moan his name over and over until it's engraved on your tongue and in his brain. He'd fuck you slowly, pushing the head of his cock past the ring of your entrance and watch your face when the rest of him slips in.

It's easy because you let it be easy- your legs spread wide so he can watch himself go in and out. His nerves would be aflame, his heart racing, and yet you'd always bring him back. You'd coo his name and tug him down by his hair to kiss you. Cool the flames burning beneath his skin, even as he draws closer.

"Finish inside me." You'd whisper against his lips, your nails digging into his back. Blood dribbles to the surface of the fresh wounds and the gentle pain tips him over the edge. He cums harder than he ever has and it's all for you.

You'd murmur praise in his ear, how good it feels to be filled with his cum. How you hope it sticks. He hopes so, too.

After all, you two would make the ideal child. The ideal specimen - the perfect race.

When he's brought back to reality- unsatisfying and too harsh to really enjoy most days- he's partially disgusted with himself. He's never felt like this towards anyone except his ex-wife, and even then it wasn't to this degree.

Not to mention that this little breeding fantasy of his is the most tame one he's ever had. It surprises him at times, too, when they pop up in his head and the... darkness of it all.

He's your boss. He could, hypothetically, ruin your career for turning him down. Maybe he never would in all actuality, but it is nice to imagine. He thinks about your lips around him, tears running down your face from him purposefully choking you a few times.

He cleans himself up and changes into his pajamas for the night. He skips the shower only because he'll probably spend half of it thinking of you again, and let's face it, he'd be up for much longer trying to track down your location if that happened. Brainless and horny, he would be, not realizing how easy it would be to find your location in Umbrella's file archives.

When he's at work the next day, all he does is stare at you behind those useless sunglasses he wears. You walk into the room and you have his undying attention. He's lucky he's so in control of his body. His face would be a tomato otherwise.

It is when you look at him, when your eyes find his behind his sunglasses and he forgets how to breathe for a moment. When you invade his personal space for just a moment and give him a half-smile and say "Hi, Dr. Wesker. It's nice to see you today."

If only you knew what he would do in a room with just you in it.

In his typical fashion, he nods at you and greets you in return. For a split second he swears there's color on those cheeks but you're gone before he can look again, and asking you to look at him would raise suspicions. Besides, you don't need him distracting you.

He does anyway, forgoing his better instincts for this one ounce of primality within him.

He approaches you when you're packing up. It's the end of your shift here and you look tired, like you need someone to lean on- Stress relief, in the most innocent way. He doesn't touch you yet, but he does ask you to come to his office.

You do. He's your boss, someone who you look up to whether or not you show it. And honestly, it's not like his presence is unwelcome. Or yours.

He closes the door behind you and locks it. Now that concerns you.

"Dr. Wesker?" You look up at him, those pretty eyes conveying so much fear that he aches to soothe.

"Don't worry, dearest." He cups your jaw and smoothes his thumb over your cheek, relishing the feeling of your soft skin. Were you a specimen, he'd never dissect you. He'd preserve you and take you home, put you on a shelf, and stare for hours at you. Not unlike what he does now.

You are only slightly soothed by this before you're creeped out. This feels unlike something the Dr. Wesker you know would do. Of course, he's handsome. Conventionally attractive. You never paid attention to him like that, but now, it doesn't feel like there's much of a choice.

He hums at your compliance, watching as you melt into his hand and wrap your own hand around his oddly muscled forearm. For a scientist, he's... fit? His thumb trails over your lips and his senses light on fire at the softness of them.

You kiss the pad of his thumb and his reaction is one you won't soon forget- his face flushed bright pink at the action, one that indicates how long he's wanted this. You treasure it, despite the circumstances.

His other hand finds your waist and pulls you closer, his head ducking down to kiss you softly.

"Innocent" stress relief. That's what this was supposed to be.

His hands are surprisingly soft when he handles you. He never yanks or pulls, which is nice in comparison to your previous partners. He caresses your breasts through your shirt and revels in the way your breathing becomes shaky, a shudder running down your spine. He can smell the arousal poisoning the air and it's not long before he walks you back against his desk, lifting you by the hips to place you on it like you're some doll.

You feel like one. He treats you like a prize to be had. He unbuttons your shirt just enough to reveal your bra and even though he wants you fully naked, he knows it's a bad idea- less easy to cover up should someone walk in. He bites his bottom lip, cups your breasts through the thin lace bralette, and thumbs over your nipples as he listens for your reaction. He decides that it's his favorite noise, your gentle moan caused by him of all people.

He continues. He rolls them between his thumb and index finger, his breathing growing heavy and his cock stiff. It would be his main focus if you weren't right there, your lips parted, brows knitted and eyes locked on his hands.

"Dr. Wesker-" You lean into his hands, your legs parting in what he takes as a welcoming action.

"Albert, dearest. Call me Albert, please." His eyes flick up to yours, the tips of his ears red as is the rest of him.

"Albert- God, I-I love your hands..." You sigh quietly, your voice heavenly. If he wasn't already fully hard, he would be.

One of his hands, the dextrous and pale things, pushes your skirt up past your underwear so it rests bunched up around your waist and out of the way. The sodden spot of wetness on the middle of your underwear garners his attention without really trying and his oddly cold finger comes to trail across it. He's barely touching you, sure, but it sends a wave of fire through him to know you're wet because of him, not someone else.

He looks at your panties like he wants to eat you alive. Part of him does. But he's on a mission, albeit a very unhealthy and twisted one, so he doesn't bother. Rather, he presses the pad of his thumb to your clit through your panties and rubs in tight, small circles.

It's ethereal, the way you seem to relax under his touch once he starts playing with your clit. You grow a tad louder, keeping in your hazy mind that you're in an office space still, and your boss is salivating over your cunt. You buck your hips with low effort and whine, betraying what you really want- his dick inside you.

He gets the memo, and yet, he takes his time rubbing that drool-worthy spot on your pretty pussy. He's doing this on purpose. He wants you to be totally, utterly dumb on his cock and this is one of the easier ways to go about it. He plants a few gentle kisses along your collarbone, muttering soft praises into your skin like a prayer he hopes you'll hear.

You do. Every word from his lips causes your insides to flutter, your entrance to clench around nothing. Pulsating in desire. It would be enough to get you on your knees in any other circumstance, yet you get the feeling he doesn't want that.

He tells you how pretty you are. Murmurs how gorgeous you look all the time, how long he's been wanting this, and how you're going to look stuffed with his cock. You shudder as an orgasm rolls through you, your legs shaking and hips spasming in a desperate attempt to chase the fleeting feeling of ecstasy.

He doesn't wait any longer. His hands leave your form and unbutton his slacks, shoving them halfway down his thighs. Like the rest of him, his dick is alabaster. Pale with cool undertones you don't care enough about to analyze further. You're too distracted with the fact that you're about to get fucked presumably within an inch of your life. You push the center of your panties aside.

While that is mostly true, he could never be rough with you. He takes your hips and guides his leaking cock to your entrance. He looks up at you once for permission, and when you nod, he plunges in.

So maybe he allowed himself to be rough with you for just that one moment. He stills, allowing you ample time to adjust before you're telling him that it's okay for him to move, that you can take it. His blood roars in his ears.

He's never been so ecstatic. Your velvetine walls around his cock, the way you moan his name as he starts to thrust rather shallowly, gently- it's all-encompassing. He's careful- cautious not to hurt you or bruise you, let alone leave any evidence behind that this happened. Except, his fingertips dig into your hips with a vice grip, a tell you're sure he's unaware of. The subtle grunts of pleasure leaking from his lips, your own moans flooding the silence.

When he grows more bold that he won't hurt you, he thrusts into you a little harder and infinitely deeper than before- he wants you to miss this. He wants to mold your pussy to only ever fit his cock, to ensure that anyone else is unsatisfactory. He wants to come home and have you there, ready and willing whenever he likes. Of course, that last part is unrealistic. He would never treat you with such disrespect.

You're more sensitive now, one orgasm deep and an impressively thick dick bringing you ever closer to another impending orgasm. He's trying so hard to not lose his composure and you do appreciate that. He's strong, even if he doesn't show it, and that fact does scare you to some degree. His blonde brows are knitted together, his pale pink lips parted and his breathing is oh-so heavy. He's staring down at the point where your entrance meets his dick, only encouraging him to fill you up with his cum.

You want him to.

"Albert," you reach a hand up to tangle in his perfectly slicked back blonde hair, "you can cum inside me, you know. I-I don't mind."

He nods, hardly able to speak other than grunt and groan his pleasure. And then he angles his hips a certain way, causing his dick to rub against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision blur with pleasure, and you nearly cry.

He knows what that did. He can tell just by the look on your face, the same one he's imagined for about a year or so.

"Do that again," you murmur, bringing his face close to yours and pressing your forehead to his. "Please."

He does. All he's ever wanted was to make you feel good and now he's got the chance to. He hits that same spot repeatedly, just hoping you'll moan his name when you cum. His thrusts become somewhat sloppy, though he's still pleasing you, mostly because he's getting close. Your cunt clenches around him, inviting him to keep thrusting until he's braindead and primal.

"I'm close, dearest." He says through more desperate moans, his teeth digging into his bottom lip. Not seconds after, you feel hot sticky fluid filling you and it's enough to push you over the edge again, your cunt pulsing around him as you moan his name.

When all is said and done, he pulls out and kneels before you to watch his cum drip out and pool on the edge of his desk.

"Tsk. I'm afraid we can't let this go to waste." He gathers the spilled seed from his desk on his fingers and pushes it back inside you, deeper this time to ensure it really stays.

You squirm a little and whimper. You hadn't expected him to do that, but you also never considered yourself to be on his radar.

"Um. Right. Well, I'm going to go." You return to that cold, closed off demeanor from earlier. The one he hates. But he understands and gets to his feet again, allowing you ample room to fix your clothing.

The smarter man in him is proud he never left a bruise on you. The lesser, more inhumane part curses him for not fucking you in the break room for anyone to see.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Wesker." You give him a half-smile as you unlock his office door and make your exit. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs quietly. He stuffs himself into his pants again and zips up his fly before gathering his things and heading out.

He follows you home. Tails you, rather, so he knows you're safe. Definitely not so he can write your address down and come in when you're not home. Not so he can steal a pair of your panties to cherish. Absolutely not.

Albert Wesker is more dignified than that. Or, that's what he tells himself when he goes home, your panties tucked in his pocket.

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker i love youuuu #albert wesker smut #stalker albert wesker #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil #writing #bunny's fics ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#bunnystalker ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

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hanasnx · 1 year ago

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not EXACTLY the same concept. but i think hayden using the reader to take body shots is so hot

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: the way i ran to this...

"I dunno, I haven't done this in a while..."

"It'll be fun, baby, don't think too hard on it. It goes lick, sugar, shot, lime. You got it?"

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN rolls his jaw as he eyes you up sitting on that table, your mid-riff exposed by your cute baby tee that you bought with his money. His tongue pokes out his lips, and gives you a single nod, signaling that you lay back. Your arm tucks under the veil of your hair, and flicks it out to fan across the surface of the counter you relax on. It doesn't take long before he's on his third shot, fourth shot, fifth.

You can see it in the way he's swaying in place, you really hadn't expected him to keep going, you had imagined he'd tap out at two. "One more, one more," he insists through a dreamy grin, as if he has to really convince you. Trained, his hand clutches your chin to crane your neck, pinching your cheeks in his grip to pout your lips. A long wet stripe is licked onto the space right under your ear, his breath washing over you, and ends it with a sweet peck, latent saliva stringing out off his pucker. His long finger taps the mouth of the packet, sprinkling sugar onto the soggy skin, catching on the moisture. A tingle travels through the pit of your stomach as he straightens, stumbling back marginally. "Forgot how much fun this was." he muses as he greedily checks out your figure waiting patiently for him. He tips the drink over, far above your belly button, all caution thrown to the wind as the liquid splashes messily over your abdomen before filling your navel.

"Careful, Hayden!" you warn, your stomach flexing from your chuckle. He disregards you, plucking a lime from the dish to shove into your mouth. It silences you, and you hum in playful disapproval as he bends over like a starving man. That eager tongue laps up the sugar on your neck, the sensation of his scruff scratching up the column causes a shiver to run down your spine. He doesn't bother getting up, pivoting down the line of your form, letting the tip of his nose graze you until he meets your torso. Lovingly, he cleans you, licking up the dew drops of alcohol he spilled over you. His hand fixes on the other side of you, hovering over you possessively, his hunch creating a most exquisite sight of his broad shoulders to behold as he drinks the shot from your belly button like a professional. Even pokes his tongue inside to make you jump out of ticklishness. Another few kitten licks to your skin, leaving your stomach wet enough to be cooled by the breeze of the A/C, he ends it with an open mouthed kiss on your upper abdomen, biting down onto the flesh.

To coordinate his attention, your hands come to his curls, tangling in them to draw him back up to your face, where he grins at the reminder of his destination. You offer the lime to him, and he takes it by enveloping it in his mouth, lips overlaying yours as he tongues you over the fruit. Sloppy and clumsy, he doesn't hold back until his teeth are ready to sink into the porous green skin to draw it out of you. You make a noise of surprise as he detaches, holding his loyal eye contact as he repositions the lime using his tongue to bite into the meat of it, taking advantage of its bitterness and tang to rewrite the traces of alcohol on his breath. An index finger and a thumb pinch the ends of the slice, and it's removed with a sodden pop. Once again you're left speechless and breathing hard by your older boyfriend using your young body for shots.

#indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: hayden #indy: drabbles #hayden christensen drabble #hayden christensen prompt #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen x gender neutral reader #hayden christensen x you #hayden christensen x y/n #hayden christensen imagine #hayden christensen fic #hayden christensen fanfic #hayden christensen fanfiction #reader insert #tw age gap

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authorhjk1 · 1 year ago

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Doctor's Orders

Kim Bora and Kim Yoohyeon X Male Reader

This isn't what you agreed to. Not at all.

After the long flight, you only want to relax. Ahin left Paris two days earlier than you, having to attend a fashion show and some other scheduled events. While walking through the airport, you picked up two gorgeous women. It was surprisingly easy. Although you now start to realize that the older one might have picked you up. She was very straight forward to say the least. And even when the younger one, who seemed a little shy, suggested the roleplay stuff, you still agreed.

You sigh as you look around the "waiting room". What did your horniness get you into now?

The place is clean, and a couple of chairs have been set up around the living room. On the table is standing a glass of water, which you got after making an "appointment" at the front desk. Front desk? More like their kitchen counter.

The younger girl disappeared after handing you the glass. She walked into the room on your left. The other woman took the room further down the hall. You don't know how long you have been sitting here now. 10 minutes, in which nothing happened.

You shake your head in disbelief. Why do you always fall for this kind of stuff? You are really glad that you don't have many female business partners. They would all use this to their advantage. You feel like, since you came to Korea, your need for sex has drastically increased. And you doubt it's because of the different climate.

"Mr (l/n)?"

You look up from your phone, seeing the young brunette step out of her room. Her cute, innocent face is quickly replaced by a mischievous one as she bites her lip, looking at your rolled up sleeves which expose your forearms.

"Please come in for your appointment."

"Thank you."

You are still not really sure how to react. This isn't an actual visit to the doctor. Usually a nurse would show you to the doctor's room, not the doctor herself. You remember the argument the two girls had over this topic vividly. They both wanted to be the doctor desperately, because a doctor is more sexy than a nurse in their eyes. At the end, they both decided to be doctors.

"Please have a seat, Mr (l/n)."

You sit down on the small operating table aka one of their desks, which has been cleared of their stuff. The hard wooden surface is covered with a blanket and a pillow, so your back won't hurt as bad after a while.

The young brunette sits down in a chair in front of you.

"Our nurse told me, you have certain difficulties."

She bites her finger after talking, glancing at your lap.

"Yeah."

You still have to get used to this. Roleplay was never really your thing.

"Would you like to elaborate?"

It feels kinda weird to say it out loud. But the way the young brunette looks at you, makes you cooperate. Her body is worth participating in this stuff.

"I-I have a problem with my...."

You subtly point at your lap.

"Oh. I see."

She gives you a sweet smile. The older girl told you to be a like a shy patient. You hope you are doing well.

"I-I can't stop cuming."

"What do you mean?"

As if she is listing to a really interesting story, the Korean girl rests her chin on her hand.

"Everytime I see a beautiful woman, I have to... You know?"

You try to look embarrassed, which honestly isn't very hard right now.

"Is there anything else?"

Of course there is. The older girl told you what to say.

"I-I cum too much. The last time I slept with my girlfriend, she almost drowned in it."

"Is that so?"

The brunette leans back in fake surprise. Your cheeks become red, not because you are shy, but because of the exaggeration.

"Why don't you lay down for now and I will take a look?"

"A-Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'm a doctor after all."

You lay down on the table, before watching her walk closer.

"You said you do that, whenever you see a beautiful woman, right?"

Although she sounds kinda professional, you do hear her curious undertone.

"What about right now? Do you have the urge to...?"

She still gives you a sweet smile, but her hand is doing one particular motion. You hesitate, trying to find out, what would turn her on the most.

"Don't be shy, you can tell me."

Dr. Kim puts her hand on your chest as she stands next to you.

"I'm your doctor."

Of course you would. But you wouldn't stop there. You would pull that white coat off her shoulders, and make her lie down herself. The open coat shows more than a doctor would usually accept. The knitted crop top underneath is see through alright. Her black bra is holding her breasts, which seem to be perfect handfuls.

She slightly leans over your face. Her exposed midriff looks like a work of art. You almost reach out to touch her tummy. You wonder what it would look like, if you would cum on her.

(Author's note: Don't mind the ears.😅)

"I-I do."

You finally answer. Yoohyeon's eyes visibly darken with lust.

"You think I am pretty?"

As if she has done this a hundred times, her hand reaches out for the zipper of your jeans.

"You are gorgeous."

"Come on. Please stay professional."

She gives you another sweet smile. The fact that her toned midriff is a little closer to your face now, didn't escape your notice.

Kim Yoohyeon slowly pulls your pants down. They are still around your thighs, but she is already hooking her slim fingers underneath the waistband of your boxers. Her eyes, which were locked on yours earlier, are now glued to your crotch.

"It looks like you have a rather BIG problem."

Yoohyeon bites her lip. She is unable to hide how wet this all makes her. She loves roleplaying. And this scenario makes her want to get pounded like there is no tomorrow. She knows that her body is build to be fucked. To be admired and then used like a toy. To be worshipped, before being sprayed with load after load of cum.

When she looks into your eyes again, she knows that that's exactly what you want to do to her. And you see the sparkle in her eyes, telling you to do so.

Once Yoohyeon finally pulls down your underwear, she eyes your cock hungrily. Still trying to be professional, she pretends to examine it. Although you know she is just looking for an excuse to touch it.

To get a better view, the young brunette is now kneeling on the desk, your legs underneath her. She leans down and takes your dick into her hand, still staying in character.

You can't take your eyes off her cleavage. Yoohyeon's tits are slightly pressed together by her arms as she leans on the left one, while the right is reaching for your cock. You are already hard enough for your cock to stand up straight as Yoohyeon only holds onto your tip.

"Do you take any medication?"

You shake your head. Her chest makes it hard to concentrate.

"How often do you cum in a day?"

You shrug your shoulders. The older girl gave you an exact number.

"Maybe ten times?"

Yoohyeon bites her lip once more. You can feel her hand slowly closing around your tip.

"I bet you cum buckets."

Her thumb plays with your tip as she looks down at it.

"This is kinda unfair, you know?"

She looks down on you.

"What?"

"You saw my private area, but I didn't see yours yet."

You try to keep that shy patient persona.

"That's not really professional."

Her cheeks turn a little red.

You notice that she has begun to slowly stroke your cock. She starts at the tip and it feels like ages, until her hand reaches the base.

"But it might help, doctor."

Yoohyeon pretends to dismiss the idea.

"You are pretty after all. I can't control it."

You see her blush again.

"Am I so pretty that you have to see me naked?"

You nod slowly, looking into her eyes.

"I would love to see your pussy, doctor."

Yoohyeon blushes harder then before. She keeps her coat on, but slowly undoes the button on her brown pants.

"I mean,"

She opens the small zipper and you can see that your doctor is not wearing any underwear.

"a doctor should treat a patient as best as she can."

Looking through her zipper, you see Yoohyeon's neatly trimmed hair. You catch just a glimpse of her lower lips, before she starts to pull down her pants.

She is still hovering on top of you, which means, she can't get her pants off completely either. You take hold of her waist with both hands and lift her up. Yoohyeon giggles as you put her down right above your face. Due to the movement, her coat has fallen in front of her center.

Parting it like a curtain with both hands, you hold onto her waist once again. Yoohyeon's pussy is on display for you as you admire its beauty. Her lips have a slightly darker tone compared to her skin. You can already see that she is tight, without even having to touch her. Her clit is partially hidden underneath the upper part of her lips. Her neatly trimmed hair has a darker color than her dyed hair.

Slightly tilting your head, you swipe your tongue along Yoohyeon's pussy. She sighs as she feels your hands moving around on her skin. You smack your lips, before sucking a little on her lower lips. She doesn't taste as sweet or fruity as the other girls. But you can't deny that it's equally delicious.

"Oh god."

Yoohyeon moans, when you finally let your tongue flick against her clit. Your right hand still holds onto her waist, while the left travels up her midriff. You feel the hardness of her abs underneath her skin as you keep stimulating her clit with your tongue.

"Holy-"

The brunette's breath hitches, interrupting her words. Your fingertips reach her knitted top and dive underneath. From now on, you start to suck on her clit, occasionally flicking it with your tongue. The pressure on her pearl makes Yoohyeon feel hotter and hotter on top of you.

"Yoohyeon feels hot."

She moans as your hand reaches her black bra. You are surprised she is talking about herself in the third person.

While your tongue and lips keep moving around and against her clit, your hand roams around her bra. Only the soft fabric separates your fingers from her sensitive nipples.

"Yoohyeon feels good."

You hear her sigh as you reach underneath her bra. This is a first for you. No one ever talked like that during sex. But for some reason, Yoohyeon is able to pull it off.

As your hands cup her breasts underneath her bra, the brunette slowly starts to grind against you.

"Your doctor wants to ride your face."

Her moans become louder as she does what she announced.

Slowly, the woman on top of you starts to ride your face. Your thumb grazes her nipple as her head falls back.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum!"

You do your best to hear her moan her own name, when she cums. You suck and lick the brunette's clit, while your left hand keeps squeezing her tits. Your right hand has reached her ass by now. You hold her right cheek as you control her pace.

The young girl's hands are both buried inside your hair, holding onto it as if she is actually riding a horse. Her hips buck wildly. She loses her rhythm.

"Yoohyeon cums!"

With a loud shriek, Yoohyeon announces her orgasm.

After hearing her say her own name, you didn't expect anything else out of the ordinary. That's why you were unprepared. Without much of a warning, Yoohyeon begins to squirt. As she cums violently, her juices drench your face. You feel your hair getting wet as you have to close your eyes.

When Yoohyeon finally stops, you feel her pussy rub against your lips.

"More please."

Yoohyeon sighs as you open your eyes again.

"Make your doctor cum again."

You wonder if it's possible to drown in this situation. But as you look at Yoohyeon's body on top of you, you decide to take your chances.

With both of your hands on her waist, you pull the young brunette even closer. As she starts to ride your face, you begin to eat her out.

The pillow underneath you, your hair and your face are all wet. But you still can't have enough of Yoohyeon's pussy. One of the young girl's hands is now in tangled with her own short hair, while the other is keeping your hand on her ass in place.

She makes you squeeze her cheeks occasionally as she rides your face. Moan after moan falls out of her mouth, one dirtier than the other.

"Does your doctor's pussy taste good? Do you want her to cum all over your face again?"

You answer all of her questions by drawing the word you would like to say on her clit.

"Yes."

The brunette doesn't stop. She keeps asking more questions, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on her pearl.

"Is Yoohyeon a good doctor? Does she take good care of her patient?"

You answer her silently.

"Oh fuck."

She sighs as she feels her second orgasm approaching.

"Yoohyeon is going to cum on your face again."

Her breathing becomes faster.

"Please make Yoohyeon cum!"

You squeeze her ass one last time as you eat her out, making her orgasm for a second time.

"Fuck!"

You feel like you are standing underneath a waterfall.

Yoohyeon's legs buckle and she falls down on your knees, right in front of your cock. Her juices drench more than just your face. Your shirt is soaked in a matter of seconds as her cum makes you completely wet.

"Do you always cum this much, doctor?"

You tease the brunette as you start to enjoy this roleplay stuff.

"Only with a patient like you."

She is still breathing heavily as she is lying on your legs. Her back pressing against your knees.

You are about to say something, when you hear a nock on the door. You and Yoohyeon lock eyes.

"Dr. Kim?"

"Fuck!"

Yoohyeon whispers and tries to get off of you. Participating in the roleplay, you start to pull your pants up. The brunette does the same as she gets off the desk. Just as the door opens, she manages to straighten her coat.

The black haired woman in the door looks at the both of you. She is wearing a white coat herself. A stethoscope is hanging around her neck.

She didn't close her coat either, showing off her skimpy top. A black bra is visible underneath. Her exposed skin seems flawless like porcelain.

"What is going on?

Kim Bora sees you lying on the desk. Your face and shirt, the pillow and the blanket are wet. Yoohyeon's face is still a little flushed after experiencing two orgasms in a row. Her hair is disheveled, due to her hand in her hair earlier.

"Dr.Kim! How many times have I told you, how clumsy you are?!"

The woman who just walked in, glares at the other one, before she scans you up and down. Your face is still completely drenched and your shirt is soaked.

You see SuA's eyes rest on an empty glass on the small nightstand nearby.

"I-I just tripped and spilled some water on him."

Yoohyeon bows at her college.

"I'm sorry."

SuA shakes her head.

"Aish. How did you even pass the doctor's exam?"

The younger one blushes in shame.

You are surprised at how good their acting is.

"Have you been fooling around with a patient again?"

Yoohyeon shakes her head.

"No, unnie."

"Then are you at least treating him properly?"

SuA crosses her arms in front of her chest as she watches Yoohyeon nod.

"And what does he have?"

"He has a problem with his intimate area."

You stay quiet, enjoying the show. After all, you don't usually see two insanely hot girls argue like that.

"What's wrong with his cock?"

Raising an eyebrow at the other doctor's choice of words, you see Yoohyeon's face flush.

"He seems to have too much cum inside of him."

SuA nods.

"I see. And how did you plan to cure it?"

You see the older woman take a step closer towards you.

"I thought of some medications maybe?"

As the older girl shakes her head, you know what kind of treatment she is going to propose.

SuA takes another step towards you, standing right by your side. As she leans down, you admire her face, which is just as breathtaking as the other doctor's.

"The only proper way to cure him, is to make him cum as often as possible."

"But he said he already cums pretty often."

The brunette, still a little shy, has folded her hands in front of her core, glancing only once in a while in your direction.

"How do you cum?"

The older doctor focuses on you.

"I-I usually jerk off, because my girlfriend can't keep up."

"I see."

SuA's finger taps her chin as if she is trying to figure out an insanely hard math problem.

"I think I have a solution for that."

She looks at you first, then at Yoohyeon.

"How much pounding can your little body take?"

"E-excuse me?"

Yoohyeon looks at SuA in surprise.

"I mean, how long can our patient fuck and cum in you, until your body gives up?"

"R-right now?"

If you weren't hard before, you definitely are hard now. Since you saw them at the airport, you imagined yourself fucking the two of them. But hearing SuA talk like that, makes your imagination about Yoohyeon more vivid. Especially after seeing and tasting her pussy already. You do wonder the same thing. How much pounding can Yoohyeon's body take?

"Of course right now. Why would he need to make an extra appointment, when he is already here? Just let yourself get used as a cum dump."

SuA's unfiltered language makes you want to do just that. Use Yoohyeon's perfectly sculpted body as a cum dump.

Looking closer, you see a small dark spot form on the brown fabric between her legs. Her lack of underwear exposing her inner desires.

"Don't be shy, Dr. Kim. This is a normal treatment."

SuA leans down to get a better look of your face.

"What do you think? How many rounds can you go before you are satisfied? Are you going to destroy her pussy before you coat her whole body in your cum?"

You have to hold yourself back to not just jump off the desk. To not grab Yoohyeon by her waist. To not bend her over the table. To not fuck her brains out, until she is a whimpering, cuming mess, your cum leaking out of her.

"I'm not sure if this is really professional."

Your doctor snickers at your remark, her black hair falling into your face.

"I told you," her fingers dance over your pants. "this is normal. If we don't treat you know, you will have to come back three times a week."

She nods towards her colleague.

"Do what you want with her."

"Really?"

Your eyes leave SuA's face to look at Yoohyeon. The brunette is just standing there. Her hands are still folded in front of her, hiding her entrancing midriff. She is unaware of the small wet spot on her crotch, which is slowly, but constantly, growing. You see her bite her lower lip, but avoid your look.

Now that it's finally time for you to enjoy that body of hers as much as you want, you actually don't know how to start.

"Don't worry, sir."

SuA pats your thigh, her hand dangerously close to your crotch.

"Don't think about pleasuring her. Our patients always cum first."

The older girl looks at the younger one.

"Come here, Dr. Kim."

Yoohyeon shyly tugs her short, brown hair behind her right ear, before walking a couple of steps closer.

"Time for you to be his personal cum dump."

You watch SuA reaching out for Yoohyeon's crotch. The older girl starts to undo her pants. The brunette keeps her coat on as you watch her pants fall to the ground. Once again, you are blessed with the sight of Yoohyeon's delicious snatch. The small strip of hair, right above her clit, seems to act like an arrow. As if it's saying "here is the treasure".

Unable to hold back any longer, you get off the desk. SuA flaunts a satisfied smile as she sits down on the chair, which Yoohyeon sat on earlier.

When you reach the brunette, you kiss both her cheeks. You wanted to do that, since the first time she smiled at you. Subconsciously, your left hand finds its way to her pussy, while your right is holding her chin up.

Yoohyeon closes her eyes as she gets attacked at two different places at once. Her lips part slightly, when they meet yours. Her thighs rub against your arm as you dip your fingers into her honey pot.

"No need for formalities."

SuA interrupts your small make out session.

"Just use her already."

You take a step back from Yoohyeon to look at her flawless body one last time, before turning her into a mess. The brunette looks up at you. And although she still seems coy, you do see the way her eyes sparkle slightly. How her lips curl upwards in a small smile.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Dr. Kim."

Your words make Yoohyeon bite her lower lip.

You spin her around, making her coat twirl around her. Pushing her towards the desk, you bend her over it.

"Finally some action."

Under SuA's commentary, you hike up Yoohyeon's coat and admire her firm ass. You let your hands roam her soft skin, until they both reach her tiny waist. Only now, you actually realize how petite Yoohyeon is, in comparison to you. You wonder if SuA just wanted to turn you on earlier, or if it was a sincere question. Can Yoohyeon's body take your pounding?

Time to find out, I would say. Without having to say a word, you already feel SuA's hands on your belt. She quickly removes your pants, like she did with Yoohyeon. You step out of them, your cock now resting between Yoohyeon's cheeks.

The brunette's head is resting on the desk as you align your dick with her pussy. You feel its wetness on your tip.

Yoohyeon moans into the blanket, when you finally push inside of her.

"Damn, you are tight."

It isn't an overstatement. Yoohyeon's pussy is as tight as her body. You wonder, how many people already used her body like this. She is build to be used like doll, so you guess you aren't the first one.

With every thrust, Yoohyeon's walls seem to suck you in. With your hands on her tiny waist, you pull her towards you, everytime you move forward. At first, you promised yourself you would cum all over her tight midriff. But now, once you have gotten a taste of Yoohyeon's pussy, you wonder if you could pull out in time. Whatever! You just have to cum twice then.

"Oh my god!"

Yoohyeon sighs as her eyes are shut tightly. While you pick up the pace, you make the desk shake a little.

SuA sat behind you at first. Now, she is sitting next to Yoohyeon on the desk.

"Wow. I'm sure you are the biggest she's ever had."

A whine from Yoohyeon confirms SuA's theory as you thrust into her harder.

Small red marks appear on the brunette's skin as your hands hold her slim frame in place. Her head is being rocked back and forth on the desk. SuA changes her position from sitting to kneeling to get a better look. She leans over Yoohyeon's upper body and places her hands on the younger girls ass. Spreading her cheeks apart slightly, SuA watches you railing Yoohyeon from behind.

"You are really stretching her out. Fuck."

You can only agree, feeling the brunette's walls around your cock.

"Please don't stop."

Yoohyeon's whimpers become louder and louder. Her eyes are still shut as her left cheek is pressed against the desk. Her hands are holding onto the blanket as if she is afraid you are going to pull her off it.

"Fuck Yoohyeon harder!"

You listen to the brunette as SuA keeps her eyes glued on the action beneath her.

"Make her take it."

SuA winks at you, before leaning down. As you fuck Yoohyeon, you watch SuA letting a string of saliva fall out of her mouth. You feel it hitting the lower part of your cock, before you push into the younger girl again.

Yoohyeon has become quiet and so you look up to look at her. Her face is now completely buried in the blanket. You wonder if she is still able to breath. She is biting into the fabric, trying to prevent herself from screaming. There is someone else in the room next to this one after all. But that's something for another chapter.

"You rail her so good."

SuA coos as she watches you fucking Yoohyeon further and further into the blanket. Slowly, Yoohyeon's feet lose their grip on the floor. As you make her legs feel like butter, her feet slide away from underneath her.

The brunette's hands open and close in fists as you slightly lift her off the ground. She is hanging in midair, her head still buried in the blanket.

You see SuA biting her lower lip as she prevents Yoohyeon's coat to fall over, and cover her ass. Apart from her sweet face, her art like midriff and her tight pussy, it's one of Yoohyeon's most admirable assets. It definitely doesn't compare to Sohee, but it's nice and firm.

You slap Yoohyeon once or twice as you feel her walls closing around you further.

"Yoohyeon feels good! So good!"

The brunette starts moaning loudly again as you make her cheeks sting.

"Yoohyeon is gonna cum soon!"

She whimpers into the blanket and you focus back on holding her waist, to fuck her harder. SuA takes over with visible enjoyment. Her hands find Yoohyeon's cheeks again and again as the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoes through the room.

"Yoohyeon cums! Yoohyeon cums!"

The brunette's body breaks down for the third time. SuA's work has already left red marks on her ass, which match your own on her waist. Yoohyeon shakes her head, face still buried into the blanket. You feel her pussy contracting around you. Her juices spill out of her again. They coat your cock even further, spraying the wooden floor as well. As much as Yoohyeon squirts, her pussy is surprisingly dry in comparison. She is still wet enough to fuck her properly, but she isn't as wet as you expected. That changes now as she now almost drowns your cock in her juices.

"She isn't much of a doctor. But she has talent in being one needy slut."

SuA's cheeky comment makes you think about fucking her as well. Her face and figure are just as alluring as Yoohyeon's. The older girl's tits seem to be bigger, which makes you glance at her cleavage more often than appropriate.

As you catch your breath from pounding Yoohyeon off the floor, you get caught by SuA.

"No, no, no. What a naughty patient, looking at your doctor's tits."

Before you can protest, the older girl has already gotten off the desk. While you are still inside Yoohyeon, SuA takes your hands, positioning them around her own waist. Almost standing on your toes, SuA looks up at you.

"Come on. Take a closer look."

You glance down, seeing how SuA's top is being stretched by her breasts. Her black bra is at least one or two sizes bigger than Yoohyeon's.

"What do you think about your doctor giving you a nice, comfy titfuck?"

That is definitely something you would never say no to. SuA seems to agree, not even waiting for your answer. She gets on her tiptoes, whispering into your ear.

"I bet you want to cum all over them."

She looks down, pushing them against each other with her hands, creating an even bigger cleavage.

"Coat my tits in your cum, baby."

You never thought it would be so easy to pull out of Yoohyeon's pussy. Although it tries its best to stop you from leaving, you eventually turn your full attention towards SuA. Yoohyeon is still recovering as you watch Sua getting on her knees in front of you.

You originally planned on cuming inside of Yoohyeon's tight snatch, but SuA's chest looks too inviting to pass up on.

"Let's get you nice and wet, sweetheart."

The older girl takes your cock into her mouth. Still coated with Yoohyeon's juices, SuA makes it even messier. You sigh as you feel her tongue twirl around your tip, while her hand strokes your base.

You see Yooheon move again, while SuA sucks your cock. The younger girl sighs as she now fully lies on the bed. She watches her band mate giving you head, her eyes barely open after having just orgasmed on your cock.

You focus back on SuA. She gives your cock one last wet kiss, before guiding it underneath her skimpy white top. You feel your dick glide under her black bra as the Korean girl pushes her tits together. SuA begins to move up and down, sandwiching your cock in between them. You feel her soft skin and the rough material of her bra against your dick. Watching it slide through her cleavage, you can't help but moan. When she presses them together like this, SuA's tits are so big, they almost engulf your cock.

You never expected it to feel this good. This is probably the first proper boob job you are receiving. SuA's tits are warm and soft as your cock glides through them.

"Do you enjoy your doctor's tits, baby?"

You nod as you have to hold onto the desk behind her. The older girl gives you a knowing smile as she keeps going. She moves up and down on your cock, making it slide in and out of her cleavage.

"Imagine how you cum all over my tits. You deserve it, good boy."

Her endless name calling makes you weak. The material of her bra creates a great contrast to the smoothness of her boobs.

Whenever SuA lowers herself, to wrap her tits around your base, she keeps her eyes on your tip. Sticking her tongue out, you feel it brush against you occasionally.

"Fuck."

You groan, knowing that you can't keep standing for long. A familiar feeling is spreading in your crotch. Your hand moves from the desk to the back of her head. Whenever she leans down to lick your tip, you try to push her a little further.

"Such a needy patient. You can't get enough of your doctor's tongue, can you?

SuA coos as her tits glide along the length of your shaft. That feeling inside of you builds up more and more.

The Korean girl lets some spit fall out of her mouth. It lands on your cock, before she starts to spread it all over your cock with her tits.

"I'm gonna cum soon."

You sigh as you feel SuA's tits around you. The feeling is amazing. You can't believe how good this feels. Because her bra and her top are keeping your cock trapped between her breasts, SuA only has to push them together. It makes it easier for her and makes you feel even better.

"Cum for me. Cum all over my tits."

SuA purrs as she watches you from her kneeling position. She enjoys the emotions, which play across your face. She is a person who enjoys making her partner feel good almost more than her own pleasure. Yooheon could tell you more than enough stories about that.

The younger girl is now scooting closer after your announcement.

Both of your hands are holding SuA's head as you slowly start to trip over the edge. She can feel you twitch between her tits.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Cum for me!"

You shoot your load all over her cleavage. Your cum lands on her tits and her white top, staining it in the process. A few drops reach SuA's collarbone.

"Wow."

Yooheon watches with wide eyes as you cum all over her friend. She can feel her pussy reacting to the sight. SuA kneeling in front of you, your cock still underneath her top and bra. Your cum is marking her tits and clothing as she leans down to wrap her lips around your tip. SuA cleans off the remaining drops of cum from your cock as Yooheon watches. The younger girl wants to go for another round. She almost needs it. She needs to have you fuck her again. And this time, she wants you to cum on her as well.

"Please fuck Yooheon's slutty little pussy again."

She whines, unable keep her desires in check. Although you just came, you know that you don't have a choice. SuA's tongue and her tits make you hard almost as fast as they made you orgasm. The way she looks, coated in your semen, makes it immensely easier to prepare yourself for another round.

"Mmmm... You taste so good."

SuA purrs as she lets your tip escape with a pop. Licking her lips, she looks down at herself.

"This is still a lot of cum."

She scoops up some of it, which was sticking to her tits, before sucking it in as if she is enjoying some noodles.

"Use her some more. Just treat her like a cocksleeve."

You are surprised how SuA talks about the younger girl. But Yooheon is already lying on her back, her legs spread invitingly. Except for her pants, the brunette still has all her clothes on as well. She shows off her tight midriff as she pushes her doctor's coat to the side a little. When she reaches down, you watch her parting her pussy lips for you.

"Please use me. Fuck me and cum in me or on me as much as you want."

You step closer, before aligning your cock with her pussy once more. She moans loudly when she feels you enter her again. You thrust into her slowly and deeply. Your hands are on her waist, holding her in place as you fuck her. Your thumbs slightly press onto her toned stomach, making her moan in delight. Yooheon's eyes are now closed, enjoying the feeling of your cock inside of her.

As she starts to move to your rhythm, you feel the brunette's legs wrap around you, pulling you further towards her. You feel her pussy getting tighter as you move faster. SuA is now sitting on the desk as well. Leaning against the wall, she is sitting behind Yooheon, patting her head, which she put onto her lap.

"You take his cock so good, Yooheon. You are a good doctor, aren't you?"

The brunette nods, her eyes still shut tightly.

Your hands move down to her ass, grabbing a handful of it. It makes her hips lift off the blanket, which enables you to penetrate her even deeper. Yooheon's reaction is immediate as her moans increase in volume.

You pull her further towards you as you trust into her harder, feeling her pussy getting even tighter around you. The young girl is getting louder, moving her head from side to side as you fuck her.

Yooheon's eyes open, looking into yours. You can see her lust for you in her eyes, the same lust that you have for her. A sultry moan escapes her lips, voicing how much she loves the way you plow her.

"Are you going to cum all over her as well?"

SuA licks her lips as she looks up at you, feeling Yooheon's head being rocked back and forth in her lap. Her top is still stained and the few drops of cum she hasn't devoured yet are sticking to her chest.

"On her abs. I'm gonna cum on her abs."

Yooheon nods wildly at your prediction.

"Please do! Please cum on Yooheon's tummy!"

The brunette reaches her arms out and grabs onto your shoulders, pulling you closer to her. You continue to thrust into her, loving the feeling of her tight pussy around your cock.

"Oh!"

Yooheon moans.

"Im so close."

You feel her pussy getting even tighter around your cock. Her moaning becomes louder, matching the speed you are fucking her with.

"Make her cum. Make your doctor cum all over your cock again."

SuA makes you thrust harder into the tight girl underneath you. You can feel her pussy squeezing your cock even tighter. You can tell she is about to cum, her body starting to shake. You reach your hand down to her clit, rubbing it gently.

That's all it takes. She screams out loud as her body shakes, her pussy gripping your cock tightly.

"Yooheon cums! Yooheon cums!"

You can feel her pussy spasming around your cock, trying to milk you dry. You let go of her ass and grab onto Yooheon's soft thighs, pulling her towards you. Her pussy keeps milking your cock, keeping it hard to hold onto reality yourself.

Yooheon's orgasm pushes you over the hill as well. You thrust into her contracting snatch one last time, before pulling out.

"Mark her with your cum."

SuA says excitedly as she watches you pulling out. When you cum, you do what you planned on doing, since you saw Yooheon's toned figure. You start to shoot your load all over her tight midriff. More and more of your cum hit her white skin.

Yooheon moans as she feels the warm, sticky fluid on her stomach. Some of it falls into her belly button as you make sure to coat as much of her body as you possibly can.

"Fuck, you are gorgeous."

You pant as you admire your work. Yooheon's tight tummy is full of your cum. The white streaks glisten in the lamp light. The brunette's smile lights up her face as she enjoys your cum on her body.

SuA jumps into action, leaning over Yooheon's tired, cum covered body.

"Such tasty cum."

You hear her murmur, before you watch her lick your jizz out of Yooheon's belly button. The older girl laps up some more, before moving in, to give Yooheon a kiss. The two of them make out, pushing your cum from one mouth to the other and back.

You watch them, unable to do much more. You already came a lot before this appointment. But, as said before, that's something for a different chapter.

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Hi, everyone!

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. While writing this, I honestly fell in love with Yooheon's midriff. I'm not sure why, I obviously knew how she looked before. But something changed while writing.

#kpop #kpop smut #kpop girls #kpop gg #male reader #dreamcatcher #yoohyeon #kim bora

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csuitebitches · 1 year ago

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I apologize for the long ask and if this question is a bit juvenile but objectively, how can one “gain” pretty privilege/gauge how they are viewed? I’ve done well in career pursuits for how early on I am ( I graduated in 2020) but started noticing that the invites to events/opportunities where one can really establish themselves not only professionally but socially, I was getting passed over by some higher up colleagues. In speaking to a female mentor who is related to my field and the same background as me (Black), she alluded that while my race may play a small factor in it, it’s more so my appearance that may be holding me back as the personality and poise is there. Some coworkers of mine who are brilliant and POC have similar credentials and positions as I and while we are all wonderful and hard working, they (who I feel are more beautiful and put together looks-wise) have discussed privately to me they have noticed a difference in treatment between us. While it’s not right, I am adult enough to know not to let things that can be fixed hinder the life I want. Your page is a wealth of information and I appreciate how encouraging you are!!

well. I’m going to be very blunt.

it’s all fun and games to say “oh fuck the beauty standards they’re terrible and they shouldn’t exist” yes, true, unfortunately they do exist and they play a bigger role than we imagine it to be.

the first thing you have to get right is your mindset.

you need to be strong enough to admit that you need changes in X, Y, Z area but not in A, B, C area. You also need to be a little loyal towards your racial identity (for the better or worse) because that’s what is going to make you stand out.

if you have a sensitive, overly emotional mindset and you get hurt very easily / become obsessive by nature, I highly recommend you to STOP reading now.

Understand what is considered pretty in your country and area. Even in one country, beauty standards can different from the north and south. Don’t exactly try to become attractive for the opposite sex but understand what they find attractive because these guys are your primary responders to your pretty privilege. Women will be kind on the surface and so it can be difficult to get constructive criticism from them.

Understand what YOU consider pretty. Who are the women who you think are crazy beautiful? What do they look like, dress like, how’s their hair and their make up, can you replicate any of it? Rule of thumb when it comes to hair and beauty - look at influencers / celebs who are of your racial background for the best fit.

there are always a few things that are universally considered “respectfully attractive” not “you wanna fuck me attractive”- semi modesty/ modesty outfits (my father always told me that when in doubt, go for a more conservative look), hygiene, well kept hair, clean nails and toe nails, soft skin, natural make up, natural hair colour, perfume, clothes that fit, skin care, a workout routine.

pretty privilege is not just the art of looking pretty. It’s also bringing in something of value on the table. Value = money / connections / knowledge/ humour / being the fun social person / whatever value the target group considers to be the most important for you to be relevant to them. Work on your soft skills. It’s better to look half baked but have solid soft skills than to look amazing and not know how to converse.

things that one normally notices when meeting someone new:

Skin - is it clear, is the make up overdone?

hair - is it messy or does it suit your face structure?

how you smell

teeth, when you talk - and dental hygiene

shoes - are they filthy?

shirt/ top - does it fit you well (always check that the seams on your shoulder and your actual shoulder line up), the colour of your clothes

body type, posture, how you carry yourself

start with incremental changes. Make a list of things you think you could improve on (this is not a list of “ugly” things, it’s an “improvement/ potential” list). Sort them according to ease of improvement (is this going to be expensive and difficult or affordable and easy?) and time (can this be done overnight or will it take some time).

Use point 1 and 2 only as launching pads. You do not have to look like Beyoncé, you’re simply understanding what her MUA and hair stylist does for her that could work for you. After a point, you have to ensure that YOUR identify sticks out and is still there, you’re not born to imitate someone else and also, it’s very obvious when someone is trying to be someone they’re not.

again. I repeat. If you’re going to get obsessive and make yourself sick over this it’s NOT WORTH IT. If you’re not mentally capable of making these changes, do not go through it.

#Q/a #pretty privilege

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onestrangechild · 22 days ago

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Ferrus Manus stood looking out of the observation deck aboard his ship, hands clasped behind his back, the silver of his arms grating against the ceramite. He wasn’t disheveled, but a fine almost film-esc shadow of stubble spread across his lower face and his hair he kept professionally short was an absolute mess. Ignoring the hair, he was covered in soot and grime from either a battle or a forge even he didn’t remember exactly. You might call it uncivil, he would call it practical. He has a war to wage, an eternal war, he didn’t have much time for something like a shower…

“M’lord, your brother Guilliman wished to alert you he is on his way. He wants to speak about the crusade with you.” One of his sons said, their voice echoing slightly in the vastness of the mostly glass deck.

“Heard. Thank you, my son.” The Iron Father replied, turning partially to said marine then back to the star-spotted nothingness

This marine was a loyal son, naturally, so he turned to walk off. But there was something bugging him in his mind, a little detail that was probably pointless, but still it begged to be acknowledged. The marine trusted their instinct, leaning back into the doorway a moment

“Fulgrim will also be in company, M’lord. Apologies.”

One of Ferrus’s hearts stopped for a beat.

“WHAT!?” The Iron Father shouted, reeling around 180 with a look that some would dare call panic: eyes wide and brows angled sharply. He grumbled something in Medusian, pinching the bridge of his nose as he starts walking one way a few steps, stopping, turning and walking a few more steps, then repeating. The marine watched his father pacing, feeling a bit awkward and maybe regretting putting him in such distress, he trusted Ferrus would… probably be fine. So he left.

“By the throne, the nerve of my brothers I Swear!” He gripes to no one, storming out of the deck and through the halls of his ship. One hand would change into a slab, fingers melting and forming into a perfect flat and reflective surface. The other would melt just enough for peaks of metal to start hanging like stalactites from his palm. He would look into the metal mirror and brush his hair, brows still furrowed in his usual scowl

He grimaced when his improvised comb grabbed one of the various knots in his hair and pulled on his scalp. He mumbled some complaint and was a bit more gentle on his hair, pulling the comb through a bit more gently. Then he saw one of his officers, and a thought struck him

“You, Sergeant! Give word to yours and the other companies: all marines aboard will have their armor polished so clean you will see your reflections clearly in them.”

“Yes, father!” The marine barked, turning and jogging back somewhere Ferrus didn’t have time to check. He slipped and ducked into several different hallways until he was at his own quarters.

“He complains to me for Hours about Horus giving him no kind of heads-up. But then when he comes to My ship, Nothing! Didn’t even Try to Vox me I bet the-… Ooouuuugh I could Strangle that Phoenician!”

His words echoed in the simple, spacious quarters. He walked over and onto a pedestal with the Mechanicum insignia on it. He raised his arms and several mechadendrites began to remove parts of his armor. He would look up and order the machines to polish his armor until he said stop, and only until he said.

“I am No Where NEAR presentable, dammit! I can hear him now: ‘Brother, you look like you just climbed out of a Trench, come let me give you a spa day hohohohohohoo~’ GAH!”

His hands would change to normal, and no sooner did they before he would face palm hard enough the slap rang out in the room much like his various outbursts of exasperation. As soon as his armor was off, it was to a shower. It didn’t do much for the smell of sweat, soot, and oil that clung to Ferrus like a rot but it at least cleaned his skin.

He stepped out from the shower in between what looked like a pair of Volkite exhaust vents, raising his arms and turning himself slowly in a full circle. Once dry, he stepped away and to a proper mirror. He brought his hand to his chin, tilting his head up and dragging his fingertips across the abrasive stubble of beard hair trying to invade his face. He let his hand limp, one hanging finger melting like wax and contorting itself into a simple blade without a tip.

Ferrus raised the blade to his neck, broadside against his skin and blade angled all wrong. As soon as the cooled Necrodermis kissed his skin he remembered something.

A memory forced itself in his mind, he was standing right where he was and about cast away such “rebellious keratin”, but before he’d even made one stroke his brother Fulgrim would swoop behind him like a bird of prey. Without a word, the Phoenician would take Ferrus’s hand and pull it away, lathering the Iron Father’s face in some kind of white foam. Then he brought the impromptu razor back to Ferrus’s neck and tilted it at a better angle

“Shaving is an art you practice in yourself, brother, please have Some reverence” he would snicker softly, patting Ferrus on the side of his face as gentle as a mother. Not in any kind of mocking sense, but friendly brotherly banter.

Ferrus broke from his self-imposed trance. He didn’t have time for this.

He angled the blade better, and in as few strokes as it required he sliced away what hair dared to try and grow on his face.

That was better.

He reached into one of the various shelves dotted around the room and squirted a little puddle of gel into his metal hands, the various grooves and gouges filling in to make his hands a near perfectly flat surface. On the other, he would recreate that impromptu comb.

One hand lathered, the other brushed. Another lesson graciously… but unrequestedly… given by his flamboyant brother.

“There.” He mutters to himself, looking again into the mirror. His eyes immediately locked to the space between his brows. Yet more rebellious keratin wished to spite the Iron Father’s face. He grunted, relaxing his face muscles and with a stroke so masterful any mortal swordsman would weep, the hair was dealt with. But now, a single dot of red betrayed his pale complexion, and grew steadily.

Ferrus scowled, the slightest of pinprick tingling fading in seconds and the blood disappeared onto a convenient rag he had nearby.

“Better.”

The Iron Father would step back to his armory, the mechadendrites whirring and hissing their industrial songs as armor clanked and clattered into place. Forge Breaker sat peacefully nearby on its own rack, away from the vast collection of other weapons and war gear. He looked at the hammer, hefting it up with one hand. No, he didn’t want to seem angered, throne knows his brothers don’t need any more reason to call him a rabid war-monger. But he didn’t set it back, inspecting the strike face and each detail his brother had spent months in his own forge grafting onto this simple block of plasteel.

His contemplations were interrupted by one of his sons, a marine knocking on his door. Ferrus closed his eyes and growled softly to himself, he was daydreaming again. He turned to the door as it opened itself, and the marine stood at tall and proud with his armor polished so cleanly the black seemed to pull light into it and never let go

“My lord, is this acceptable?” The marine asked.

Ferrus set down Forge Breaker onto its rack and motioned his son to come closer. He inspected the marine with the eyes of the yet unborn inquisition, the silver seeming to beam like Volkite Cannons into every imperfection, ever dent, every chip in this marine’s armor… but they didn’t have time

“Yes.” The Father said, dismissing his son back to his brothers.

Then with his own all judging eyes he scanned his own armor. He scowled and his hands began to warm, glowing palms forging the ceramite back into shape as he walked out of his quarters.

On either side of the halls, Iron Hands marched in lock step with eachother, each armored bootfall pounded into the linoleum within microseconds of eachother. Ferrus felt a bit of pride as he marched to the hanger along with them

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