#and their toned buttocks lol

[libbyrequiresescapism]

taizu doodles 👍

[gayerthanevertbh]

say your prayers - two.

pairings | dark!priestess!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary : your school have church service once a week. of course, as a good little schoolgirl you are, you attend to it. which means you always have to see your priestess, natasha, who you are secretly infatuated with. until there was an unexpected turn that made you feel something else other than good. but maybe, even better.

warnings : smut/dark taboo themes - 18+ MINORS DNI. non-con/dub-con, religious themes, blasphemous acts, sacrilegious acts, biblical references, heavy sexual content, rough sex, rough fingering (r receiving), mother kink, non-con kink (natasha giving), age difference (reader is 18 and natasha is 41), corruption kink, teasing, begging, authority kink, and more.

notes : this chapter feels shorts but it’ll get worse by the next chapter, so please be ready or smth lol idk enjoy x

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It had been officially a week since it was the last time that Mother Natasha touched me, and used me like a brothel. I could still remember her tongue devouring my mouth like she was a hungry teenager in heat–I don’t even know why I’m explaining it that way, I have never had that experience. I’m safe to say that I lost my virginity to my priestess, which should have never happened in the first place. Her hands were everywhere on my body, I could still remember her voice saying: be a good little lamb. I wanted to hate her for touching me, hate her for using me with no permission. I wanted to bang my head against the wall until it bleeds–until I die with shame.

I loved every bit of it. I love her hands, I love her tongue, and I love her use of words that made me have an extreme climax around her thick fingers. I love how she saw me as this saint that she had to ruin, that needs to be ruined by her and only her. I might be deeply infatuated, was it that bad? Was it that bad that I needed her to kiss me again? I could imagine her hands on my buttocks as she slaps it while kneading it with care, with possession that compels her. I could hear her saying: you’re such a good little saint, my child. Mother is so proud of you inside of my head and it makes my core wet, desperate and aroused.

I’ll be such a good child for her, I’ll recite my prayers while her wet lips are on my stomach–her hands groping my ass. I’ll do anything for her, I’ll kill myself for her. I’ll be on my knees in front of everyone for her, I’ll let her dominate me for as long as she wants. I want her to do everything on her willpower on me, I want her just as much as she wants me. I’ll be a good child, I’ll try to be one just for her.

I was so fazed with my imagination that I could feel Wanda’s elbow shoving against mine to wake me up. She hissed, “You’ve been staring at your book for five minutes. Have you not heard what Mrs. Wilson said? You’re a little weird lately.”

No I didn’t hear what she had said. Do I intend to care? I try to.

“Sorry,” I mumbled and flipped my page to a new sheet of paper. “W-what did she say?”

“Jesus, what have you been thinking?”

“It’s none of your business.”

She hears my voice starting to sound not so light and I could see how her body tensed from the unnecessary tone. Wanda sighed and asked again to my own dismay, “You’re usually not like this. You pay attention most of the time, what happened? Did someone–”

“Why are you in my nerves lately?” I could take that back, I shouldn’t have been bitter towards her. But I was so into my imagination that she had to ruin it for me. She blinks twice and shakes her head, leaning her right cheek against her palm as I hear her telling me that I should forget about it with a mumble. I didn’t say anything much after that response, I just continued to get into that trance again where I could feel Mother Natasha’s hand trailing upwards on my inner leg.

When lunch time came around, I was sitting at a big table–full of my classmates from the main room. Wanda and I weren’t talking much, probably because I snapped at her and she probably meant no harm to disturb me. But she was right, I wasn’t the same for a few days. Maybe it’s because I couldn’t stop crying at night with what happened. I don’t know if it was a tear of happiness or fright but either way, I wanted her to touch me so bad that I could mewl out her name multiple times. I wanted her to use me again, to make me her whore. Whore. It’s a strange word to use for an innocent girl like me, should I even say that such word? I jabbed my fork into the vegetables and shoved it in my mouth, keeping my eyes down.

“Are you not going to talk to me?” asked Wanda with a timid voice. I was thankful that she spoke up, I couldn’t get on my day without even speaking to her. I shake my head and bite the inside of my cheek as I try to think of an apology to say. Hey, I’m sorry it’s just that I can’t stop thinking about my priestess having sex with me. Or I’m sorry, it’s just that I can’t stop being a whore for an older woman. Those weren’t the sentences that I want to use or ever to say, knowing Wanda–she might react badly about it and report it to the principal. If she did, everyone would get involved; including my parents.

“Of course I will,” I responded with a cheeky smile. “I’m sorry for snapping at you a while ago. It’s just that I’m on my period.” I was lying through my teeth, my period comes in a week. But I’m feeling a little bloated than I was yesterday, so I guess that was also not a lie that I’m on my period.

“I got worried,” Wanda said while drinking from her glass. “You just seemed so quiet, that’s all. I mean, you’re always quiet. But for the past few days, I’m seeing you so differently.”

“What makes me so different? I haven’t changed or anything.”

“Yeah, I know that,” she sighed as she prompts her elbow against the table. “You just haven’t been the same, that’s all. Did something happen? Did your mom tell you to give away your gadgets again?”

“That’s not the reason,” I answered with a blink. “Sorry–I have been just feeling a little tired, that’s all.”

Wanda gives me a skeptical look as if she can’t believe fy response. But she decided to keep quiet and nodded slowly while she took another bite from her food. The food tasted disgusting, I wish I could eat at some local fast food restaurant to ease my appetite. A wealthy school like this can’t even feed us, children, some good dishes.

                                                       —

I was sitting in the front row of the chapel once again when I saw Mother Natasha walking from the backdoor with a whimsical smile on her face. She looked pleased, not tired. I wanted her to look at me, to see me standing right in front of her–even though I’m a little far–but either way, I wanted her to set her eyes on mine and just gape at how beautiful my body was as she told me that night. But her eyes were never averted to me–instead, she kept her green eyes to the crowd and said her prayers before the ceremony started.

While the service was happening, I couldn’t stop thinking about my teacher offering me to the choir. I could say that I sing, but not professionally or in a profound way. I have tone, but not to the extent where I could sing for a living. And at first, I wanted to turn it down since I’m afraid of the people who could give me a judging and disgusting look, but that means I get to be closer to Mother Natasha if that’s the case. I thought about it long and hard, the imagination of standing in front of her while her eyes are fixated on my covered legs; wondering to herself if she could touch the bare of my skin, just a little touch.

That thought completely went away when Natasha looked at me. But it was only brief, say only for one second before she looked at someone else again. My stomach was fluttering with joy and anticipation, I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m very attracted to her and wanting to know if she feels the same is becoming a thrill for me. Like, it has become a chase. I keep thinking about those dirty words she told me that night. I was her little lamb, I was her child. She licked me and touched me, kissing my lips like I was her lover. Oh, how pure was I before she came into my life, and now I’m dirty because of her. And I do love it of course.

“On Exodus 20:14, thou shalt not commit adultery,” Mother Natasha explained while her eyes are looking at everyone in the crowd. She then looks back at me but only for her to give me a small smile that was almost unnoticeable–but I caught her lips. She was smirking, a little though. “Committing a sin like this can haunt you and be with you forever. It is also not a good sight of the Lord…”

Once the service ended, we all stood up, and as much as to my dismay–I had to stand up as well. I pulled up my high white socks and clung my Bible to my chest as I walked down the aisle of the church, having the strength of not to turn back to see if Mother Natasha was behind me. But as that thought ran through my head, a familiar voice called out my name, and within a matter of seconds; I turned around.

Mother Natasha was calling me. She had a solemn look on her face–that she surprisingly didn’t use when we had sex–and I couldn’t do anything but step forward at her, my hair brushing against my shoulder until I was close enough to the priestess. I gulped at her tall sight, she looked so ethereal yet dangerous. Like she’s that kind of person you wouldn’t trust when it comes to secrets and all that. But never her, I’ll never repent from her.

“Let us talk privately,” she kindly offered; which sent chilling feelings down my spine. Then she whispers, “I want to talk to you, I’ve been mean to.”

Then without even saying a word, I felt her hand squeezing my biceps gently with a kind smile on her face. But I know behind that smile are her devilish thoughts that she wants to do to me, her fantasies that she wants to fulfill once she finally gets to have me on her lap. I know, I can tell. She’s not so innocent after all, and I wasn’t too. I followed her to another building and realized where we were going. It’s either her room or her office, do priestesses have an office anyway? I could feel my legs weaken from each step that I take, what will she do to me next? Will she kiss me once again? Will she touch me like how she did that night? A lot of possibilities swirl all over my head as if it was a wine and I might as well get drunk from it. I needed to know her intentions.

She opens the door quietly and I walk inside timidly. I felt the cold air hit my skin as I looked around the small room around me. There was a single bed on the left with a desk on the right. Then, I see a big cross on the wall that was above that table. This was her room, I knew from the start that this would be our destination. I turned around and asked quietly, “Is this where you really sleep?”

She gives me a faint chuckle and pats my lower back with a smirk. “No, my child. I have my own house, I only stay here if there is important stuff at the ministry.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course, you don’t,” she humored while she guided me to her bed with a cotton white sheet that was sprawled onto the mattress. I sat down on the edge and she did as well and I could feel her stare at my clasped hands on my lap. “There are many things you don’t know about me, little lamb.”

“Like?” I wish I could shut up, but I was so curious that I wanted to know everything about her. Instead, she smiles again and it gives me some sort of relief.

“I want to do many things that are so unholy and provoked,” her deep voice sent tingling feeling down my arms all the way to my legs that I had to clench them shut. She notices the act and smirks wider with her hand on my shoulder, resting it there casually. “Do you like what we did that night?”

“Yes,” I said with a shuddering whisper. I can’t deny that, I loved our encounter that night. I heard her chuckle a bit and felt her hand going down on my ribs–then to my waist pulling me closer. Fuck, no I can’t.

“Do you know how much I liked it?”

I shook my head in response, not really knowing if she did. She smiles again, but this time you would know it was from the devil.

“I really loved it,” she exhales in my ear as she tucks a strand of my hair and tucks it away with her lips ghosting in my earlobe. “I loved it so much that you’re the only girl I think about. Did you know that, baby?”

I pretend not to know but I had the feeling that she thought about me as well as I thought about her. I felt myself gulping again as her hand never leaves my body, now her fingers were just fidgeting my school uniform–her mouth so close to mine that if I turned my face our lips would touch. I shake my head and let her continue to play with my clothing.

“You’re so pretty it’s almost mesmerizing,” her voice sounded so dreamy but deep, her eyes looked so innocent but daunting. She pulled me very close until her other hand was now on my neck holding me like a baby. “Did you know I had to wait until you turned eighteen? Of course, you didn’t, you’re too dumb to know right?”

She loved making me feel dumb, especially with her teasing tone that makes my core even warmer than it was. She speaks again but this time she was moaning quietly in my ear, “I want to fuck you until you couldn’t breathe anymore until you’re begging me to stop. I want to touch you inappropriately that you’d push me away, I don’t want you to think I’m some angel and a good person. I want you to be terrified of me, to feel unsafe when I’m around. I want to touch you without your consent and make you cum around my fingers. I want to hurt you, my child. I want to fucking hurt you.”

I was breathing so hard that you could hear it from my mouth, you could see how my chest was heaving as her hand inches closer under my skirt until I realized how perverted she was. Mother Natasha never stopped touching me, her other hand was above my breast, and gropes it with a groan. I felt my inner thigh being touched by her sinful hand and I pushed it away–I did it because it felt all too real and too fast.

“Wait–Mother Natasha, I–”

“Shh,” she shushes me as her lips are now connected to mine. I could feel her tongue pushing inside of my mouth and my tongue glided against hers, it was a sloppy wet kiss with her hands holding me down. It was a small kiss until our mouths were becoming hungry for each other; most especially for her. She pulls away with her teeth biting against my lower lip and opens my legs with just one push of her hand. That’s how much she compels me, that’s how much I want her to hurt me.

She unbuttons my white blouse and throws it across the room, whispering a different language to herself once my white cotton bra was finally exposed. Mother Natasha looked at me briefly, then back to my breasts. It was supple, but not big. She liked it in normal size, not too big and small. And mine was perfect for her touch, for her eyes. I tried touching her but my hands were suddenly pinned against the mattress as my back made contact with the sheets.

“You belong to me.” she says with a demeaning voice; with authority. Like I was her property to keep. Her hands went under my skirt and I felt my covered clit being palmed with her rough hand–I gasped with a whine. She was touching me with desperation, she wanted me to be scared of her. And genuinely, I think I was since I don’t know what she is capable of.

“I belong to you,” I breathed out while licking my lips as her hand continued to grope my cunt like it was a piece of ass. It was starting to hurt, but I never complained. “I belong to you, Mother.”

I felt her other hand squeezing my left breast with force as I was quick enough to bite my lip. If I made a shriek, everyone would find out. I can’t make a scene, I can’t let her be in trouble. Her eyes filled with some sort of rage that I cannot comprehend until I felt a sharp sting from my right inner thigh. She slapped me, and I was horrified.

“Don’t you look at me like that,” she said with a nonchalant voice while removing her clerical collar and adding with another deep whisper, “Do not fucking scream. I’m going to hurt you real bad once you even make a sound, okay? Let Mother fuck you, I promise I’ll be really good to your body.”

She reaches for the hem of my panties and roughly pulls it down, bringing the cloth to her nose as she inhales it deeply. How perverted she was when she did it in front of me as if she was hungry for my underwear. She placed the undergarment on the other side of the mattress carefully and paid attention back to me with some of her hair framing her face. Mother Natasha spreads my legs open and sets her body weight on top of me, her head was in the crook of my neck. She licks my skin and bites it even until I was trying my best not to make a loud scream. I was crying, sobbing in fact. It hurt a lot when she was rough with me, but I was so turned on that I let her do everything she wanted.

“I’m gonna hurt you,” she says breathlessly while spitting on her hand to lube her fingers. God, her fingers were frighteningly long–I could feel my insides clenching hard. “The Lord shall forgive your sins once I bury my fingers inside of you, ruining you until you’re ripped in half. No boy will ever fuck you because you’re used, like a toy. Be glad that an experienced woman like me is taking you so perfectly well. You know that.”

She was more experienced than I was, but she wasn’t delicate either. She continues to lick my neck while smearing her spit all over her fingers before she could tease my clenching hole. I gasped with the touch, I wanted to push her away and let me feel things slowly. But everything went on so fast that I can’t even process her mouth on my skin and my lips. My hands were on both of her arms as she presses herself even harder onto my small body, her eyes trying to catch mine.

“Mother, I can’t breathe–” my breath hitches when I felt her tongue licking my upper lip as I felt two fingers dipping inside of me without permission. I wanted to scream, push her away maybe, but I was so lost with the pleasure of the fantasy that she was offering. “Oh god! Ugh please…”

“Quiet,” Mother Natasha gives me harsh kisses on my neck as she pushes more of her fingers inside of my inexperience hole that she took that night. I felt very tight, I could still feel myself breaking apart because of her. Was it even healthy that I was hurting from the way her fingers pushed inside of me? “Take it like a good little lamb you are, my beautiful child. That’s it… Take it.”

She was groaning in frustration and slapped my left cheek hard as I tried to push her away. When she smacked me, I stayed in my place. I was scared–terrified even. But there’s something inside of me that wanted her to hurt me, my body was responding to the way she pounds her fingers inside of me with no care in the world. Her eyes were fixated on me and I could see how much she wanted to see me hurt. And with that red puff mark on my cheek, her arousal just got even worse.

“Beg me to stop,” she whispered harshly and curled her fingers to hit my spot in a violent way. I was a trembling mess, I wanted to grip onto something but my hands couldn’t even move from her fucking. She pumps into me with a grunt that comes within her; green eyes still staring down at mine. I shut my eyes tightly as I could feel warm tears coming out from my lids. She commanded with a deep voice, “Beg me to stop hurting you. Fuck–you fucking turn me on, Y/N.”

“S-stop, please–Mmph!��please stop,” I gave her what she wanted. I mewled and cried for her to stop, she wasn’t halting. Instead, an evident smirk wrinkled her lips. “Mother, please stop… you’re hurting me.”

“That’s the point, detka,” she groans again and places her other hand on my shoulder to pin me down harder against her cold bed; the frame itself squeaking because at how hard she was thrusting inside of me hard. “I want you to tell the Lord that you are a sinful little girl that wants to be fucked by her priestess.”

One. “Forgive me f-father,” I stuttered as I continued to sob over the pain and the pleasure that I was feeling all over my body; in the course of my veins. “For I have sinned–I’m a sinful girl that likes to be handled by her priestess.”

“Yeah?” she asked with a faint smile and added another finger until my warm walls gripped on her thick fingers tightly. She whispers, “God, you are tight. You are my beautiful daughter, my beautiful child. You like me doing this to you, don’t you little lamb? Oh fuck, I’m close.”

She gave me three more thrusts before I came around her fingers with my lower back arching like a pornographic woman that you would see online. I was ecstatic, I felt immense pleasure going through my blood stream as if it was about to become my religion. She looks at me in awe and realizes that she was coming from her orgasm too. She had her covered cunt on my knees all along, and I didn’t even know she was thrusting my thigh. She starts to grip my throat hard and pushes me down onto the mattress–making me choke. That’s what she was trying to do, anyway. Her eyes and her smirk are evident with her hand gripping my neck tightly.

Mother Natasha had given me two more rough sexes until I felt her naked body against mine, in the same bed together. It has been a little dark since I came here, so I’m assuming it is terribly late now. Did I care that I will get in trouble for coming back at midnight? No, not really. I was so in love with the way she fucked me with her fingers, her tongue all over my skin–especially my nipples. She was a hungry animal, a hungry snake. I was the forbidden fruit that she had discovered and now we are doing something so blasphemous that I’m not even ashamed of myself.

I hear her whispering, “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Have you touched girls like this before?” I couldn’t help but ask, feeling my heart sinking a bit from my sudden question. Her eyes were cold then suddenly they softened as she neared her body to me, as if she wanted to bring me closer. She shakes her head dismissively and cups my right cheek, rubbing her thumb against my skin with care. This was a version of Mother Natasha that I’ve never seen before–I almost thought that it wasn’t real.

“I have,” she admitted. “But you’re different. I’ve always set my eyes on you, I always have. It’s just that it took you time to notice that.”

“But I’ve always had a crush on you,” I say wholeheartedly. I could catch her smiling from my response. “I-I always stare at you and sometimes would think about you a lot. Like, I’d write stuff about you in my journal and write weird scenarios–you know what, this is getting weird.”

She shakes her head and laughs softly, pulling me closer to her naked body–my head resting against her chest so that I could feel and hear her heartbeat against my ear. I realized how incredibly warm she was and even though she was rough with me, Mother Natasha seemed like a very gentle person to be cuddled with. I felt her kissing my head with a reply: “I thought about that too, little lamb. You have no idea how much I wanted you to notice me.”

“Well, I do now. And I’m scared that I’ll feel more.”

“It’s okay to feel more,” Mother Natasha encourages and trails her fingers up and down on my small biceps as she kisses my head repeatedly. “I’m not going to push you away or anything. In fact, I do want to explore more naughty things with you.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Using my cock to break you in,” she says with a sultry voice that strikes down at my core. I could feel myself clenching again with the thought. “Pouring wax all over your body. You know, that kind of stuff. Most especially, I want you to recite the whole verse while I eat your little pussy out. Isn’t that thrilling, my angel? It’s like we’re breaking rules.”

We were, in fact, breaking rules. This has become beyond more than just sex for me, I might grow emotionally attached to my priestess. But was I even allowed to do it? I don’t know, I was merely confused myself. I didn’t let that get into my head and let myself succumb to the warmness of her body–wondering how it would feel like if we were completely alone and not in this school where we could be caught.

I felt naughty with her, I felt like a sinful child whenever I was with her. And did that make me look like a sick person? It’s possible, maybe I was just as sick as her. I felt my body running cold and my head fuzzy with the thought of us being caught by one of my schoolmates or teachers.

“Don’t fret, my little girl,” she coos and brings my chin up to kiss my lips; my lower stomach flutters with how her lips settle into mine. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise. We won’t get caught, as long as you keep this a secret. Just between you and me, okay?”

I sighed and nodded, pecking her lips one more time.

“Understood, Mother Natasha.”

“Good girl.”

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[tinydeskwriter]

Can you write something about Jack catching a cold/ having super bad allergies or something and the reader has to be his nurse and like take care of him and he gets turned on by that lol

FEVER

“Babe, you’re super hot.” Y/n commented worriedly, running her hand over her boyfriend's sweaty forehead, his curls were damp with sweat, and his skin was pale, except that he was wrapped in four blankets in the middle of summer.

Jack tried to smirk, which came out more like a grimace.“I know sweetheart, you’re hot too.”

“Jack…” She said in a scolding tone. “Come.” She took the covers off him.

“Babe…” He started to complain.

“Jackman, you need a cold shower to bring your temperature down.” Y/n pulled him by the arms, almost in vain, since Jack was almost twice her weight. “Come on Jack, you need to get those clothes off.”

“If I take my clothes off, will you take yours off?” He asked sitting up in bed.

Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. Even sick, he only thinks of one thing. He’s such a boy.

“I swear, you are the worst sick person.” The young woman muttered to herself. “Okay Jackman, but no funny business.”

“I swear mamas.” The fool showed her his crossed fingers.

“Take off your clothes and get in the shower while I change the bedding.” The bedding that was soaked in sweat where Jack lay.

“So bossy.”

The tall curly haired man staggered a little to the bathroom, under the careful gaze of his girlfriend, who immediately regretted sending him alone. She made quick work of changing the bedding, tossing everything out in the hallway, she’d tidy up once Jack was back in bed.

She entered the bathroom only to find Jack naked leaning against the sink. In all their time together, she’d never seen him this bad, she’d seen him with a flu, exhausted, and even a bad case of allergies, but never sick at that point.

Y/n got rid of her clothes, tied her hair up, and approached her boyfriend running her hand down his back.

“Come on love.” She turned the shower on to room temperature, she helped Jack into the shower, feeling his body shudder under her palm.

“Shit, this is cold.” He complained hugging her body.

“It's to stabilize your temperature.” She said patiently, taking his shampoo and helping him wash his hair—basically stroking his hair as he pawed her buttocks—.

His hands travel up to her breasts, playing with her nipples, which were hardened by the cold water, while he distributed kisses over her collarbone and neck.

Y/n knew it was time to pull away when she felt Jack's cock start to harden.

“Jack… no funny business.” She looked up into the blue eyes that she positively adored. She ran her hand over his forehead and neck, noting that his temperature seemed to have dropped.

“You look so sexy taking care of me.” He smirked. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe.”

Y/n looked at him seriously. “We can't, you'll put some clothes on and go back to bed, I'll get the medicine from the kitchen, and water.” She turned off the shower faucet, and grabbed a towel for herself, covering her nakedness.

“Why?” He asked with petulance, turning to her and showing off his semi-erection. Y/n grabbed a towel and started to dry him.

“Because you can get even sicker, risk dehydration, and your fever can increase.”

“How do you know that?” Jack asked confused.

Y/n blushed slightly.

“I asked the doctor that time you got the flu, he sent me an article.”

[sukirichi]

no guidance

pov: you ask your step-brother to guide you in your first time 

part of the everything step cest collab by @dilfhub​ thank you for everything! 💕

note. lol this rotted in my drafts for weeks but i finally finished it eeeee

cw. virginity loss, sexting, mild corruption themes, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), possessive! akaashi-ni, slight dumbification, pseudo-incest (step siblings)

You knew better than to associate with the likes of Miya Atsumu. As if him being one of the most notorious fuckboys in campus wasn’t enough of a warning sign, his reputation was also infamous for being the “Virgin Killer.” In simpler terms, he took pride in corrupting the innocence of whoever was foolish enough to fall into his trap, and yet there you were, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you shamelessly sexted with him.

Unsurprisingly, he’s asking for nudes. Again.

It had been approximately three months since you passed notes with the said Miya twin (and of course you liked the worse of the pair) before your friendship escalated into something...more sexual. It was no secret Atsumu had a high sex drive, something you were still foreign with, so you weren’t really taken aback by his open vulgarity over his desire to fuck you.

The first month, you were nice enough to sent him a snap of your titties. Albeit still a little shy over not having sent anyone such an intimate photo before, you were beyond exhilarated.

The next, you sent him a booty pic. It wasn’t anything sexy since you were only in your campus hoodie, the door locked because you didn’t want your parents walking in on you trying to get a good angle of your rounded buttocks.

And just last week, you finally gained enough courage to take a photo of your glistening pussy, sent with a caption of ‘thinking of you...’

Now, you weren’t stupid despite your preference to act naive and innocent. You knew your actions would entice him to lead into something more, if his dick picks that show him already leaking weren’t enough of a telltale already. But as your phone pinged and his name flashed above your screen, the words, ‘meet you at Issei’s party this weekend? I think I’ve waited long enough’ loud and clear – your heart dropped into your chest.

Without another thought, you shut your phone off and rolled to your side.

The thing was, you’ve never really had sex. You couldn’t even be brave enough to lose your virginity to your hairbrush or to buy a dildo despite your friends’ insistence it was much better than an actual cock (quote unquote: both can make you orgasm, but the former didn’t come with toxic attitudes of horny college boys.)

Sure, you’ve watched porn, and you watched a lot – but nothing could compare to the actual experience of it. Your fingers could only get you so far.

Glancing at your phone that kept lighting up with texts from Atsumu, you felt something stir deep within your stomach. Curiosity? Arousal? Nervousness? Excitement? Perhaps all a mix of both. You’ve heard from all the girls Atsumu’s slept with that even though he meant bad news, his cock could be likened of that of  a blessing that converted them into ‘I hate him’ to ‘Gosh, I wanna fuck him again.’ Addicting, they called him, and now you were being offered a path to being on a path that most likely had no point of return.

You sighed.

The saner part of you warned you to stay away. There was no rush to lose your virginity now. Just because most of your friends had enough experience, it didn’t mean you had to be the same as them. After all, you came from quite...a strict household.

While everyone had been away from their parents and independently living in their dorms, you still stayed under the same roof as your father and step-mom, along with your older brother who was only a year ahead of you. Akaashi was a very sweet presence to have that you didn’t mind not experiencing that ‘youthful freedom’ too much, simply because your brother was a better company than whoever you could room with. He was kind, always ready to help, and you could confidently say you trusted him more than you did your closest friends.

Maybe that was the reason why you knocked at his room past midnight, shifting your weight from one foot to another. The faint sliver of light peeking from the cracks in his door told you he was probably still working on projects and the like, really not a good time to bother him, but you couldn’t hold on any longer.

At the back of your mind, this was the right thing. He was the right person.

“’Kaashi-nii...?” you knocked again, aware that he had a habit of listening to music on full volume while studying. “Are you there? Oh, were you studying, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to barge.”

Your brother stood in front of you, his headphones hung around his neck. He’d swung the door open to reveal that he was, indeed, previously hunched over his desk to work on something. Upon seeing the guilty expression on your face, Akaashi smiled at you in reassurance. “Hey, no, it’s fine,” he ushered you inside, setting you down at the edge of his bed while he sat across you in his swivelling chair. “Do you need help with homework again?”

“No...”

Turning away from him shyly, you opted to fiddle with your fingers as you stared at your lap. You had come here in a whim. You didn’t really think this through, and even though you’d been in his room a thousand times before, his dark blue sheets and tidy room that smelled sweetly of his detergent and vanilla cologne made you feel dizzy.

It didn’t help that he looked so mouth-watering in this light too.

Messy hair, long, slender fingers that absentmindedly spun a pen in those pretty hands of his, his dark eyes hazy and as welcoming as ever under the dim light of his desk lamp – how could you resist?

“What is it?” Akaashi quickly picked up on your silent worries. He’d always been observant, taking his role as your big brother seriously that he had attuned himself to sense even the slightest differences from you. Even though you’d only become family when you were already in middle school, it felt like you had known him for a much longer time than that, his warm hands rubbing soothing circles in your knees pulling the tension away from you.

“You know you can tell your brother everything, right? I’ll listen to you, you don’t need to feel scared or nervous.”

Guess it was now or never... “There’s this boy in my class...”

Akaashi’s eyes immediately darkened. All the warmth in his face disappeared, now replaced with a hardness you didn’t think was possible for such an understanding, patient guy like him. “Is he hurting you, forcing you to do something you don’t like?” his questions shot out one by one, and your eyes widened when he held you firmly by the shoulders. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

“No, no, it’s not like that!”

Your brother relaxed back in his chair. For a moment, your mind conjured up the dirtiest image of bouncing on his cock (and you know his cock is pretty after accidentally walking in on him changing clothes in high school) as he studied, but you quickly shook the thought away with a clear of your throat.

“What’s wrong then?”

You took a deep breath. “I just...I like him a lot and he asked me to have sex with him someday,” your words came out barely above a whisper, the courage seeping out of you until meeting Akaashi’s eyes felt impossible. “I said yes because of course I like him but...I’m afraid.”

“Hey,” Akaashi tilted your chin to look at him, his blue eyes pooling with worry and brotherly concern. “You know you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“I just don’t want to disappoint him. I-I’ve never done it before and I feel like I won’t make him feel good. That’s why I came here,” you peered at him under your lashes, tongue darting out to nervously lick at your lips that felt uncomfortably dry. “You told me I could ask you for help in anything and you’re my brother so I trust you a lot to guide me on this one.”

The silence in the room was suffocating.

You were so close to running out of his room and pretending you didn’t exist for the rest of your life because what the hell were you asking? He was your brother, he obviously didn’t see you as a woman. You bet in his eyes, you were nothing but a little sister, and there really was no stopping him from kicking you out of his room until – “You want me to be your first time?”

You looked up at him so fast you actually felt your neck ache from the sudden movement. Heat spread all over your body, especially to your core at the unreadable expression in his eyes, yet it wasn’t...bad. He wasn’t rejecting you.

“Yes, please.”

Akaashi nodded at your hushed words. Slapping his palms to his knees, he walked to his bedside table where he pulled out an inconspicuous bottle with some sort of liquid you weren’t familiar with.

“Okay. Nii-san will teach you everything, but first, I need to prep you.” Fuck, fuck, fuck, this was actually happening!

You could barely process the events that happened next as he discarded his shirt to the ground, exposing his toned upper body to you from years of playing volleyball. While you sat there frozen and with a frantic beating heart, your brother barely blinked an eye as he gestured for you to take your clothes off. Wordlessly, you pulled your top off and shimmied out of your underwear. Too shy upon being exposed to a male for the first time in your life, you immediately headed towards his bed and closed your eyes, breath heavy and laboured as you waited for his next movements.

Akaashi’s hand went up to your knee, and you flinched at the contact, relaxing only when his soothing smile greeted you. “Lean back for me. Just relax and loosen up, okay? I’m not going to hurt you, Nii-san will make you feel good.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you did as he told. You were still shy, but you were feeling a lot less nervous. His hypnotizing gestures of caressing your thighs made you sigh in contentment as your head hit the pillow, legs falling open like it was second nature to spread yourself to your brother.

The thought had you biting your lip.

Before you could think too much about it, you felt a cool liquid being spread all over your lips. You gasped and clutched on the sheets out of reflex, staring forward as your brother stared at you cautiously, his lube coated fingers experimentally rubbing circles over your pussy lips. It felt so lewd for him to touch you like that – those same hands that always held yours in your weakest moments – yet it felt so good; the strange sensation tightening your chest.

“I-it’s cold.”

“I’ll warm it up for you,” he reassured, “How far have you gone? Any prior sexual experience?” Akaashi then began to playfully roll your clit between his fingers, eliciting a high-pitched whimper from you. He grinned at your reaction – so vocal for him already – and he was determined to hear more of it. “Ever tried sucking someone off?”

“No, but I’ve watched a lot of porn.”

“Porn is different from actual sex, baby,” the nickname fell so effortlessly from his lips that you didn’t dare question it anymore. Not that you could anyway, because the tip of his finger was prodding against your hole that was embarrassingly clenching around nothing. “How about here? Have you tried masturbating?”

“Don’t ask me such embarrassing questions!”

“You’re spread open for me already, you don’t need to be embarrassed,” You covered your face with your hands to hide, but Akaashi pried them away, his grip on your wrist both demanding yet gentle. “Tell me so I know how many fingers I can put inside you. I need to stretch you out.”

“Just one.”

“Louder, baby.”

“Just one finger,” you blurted out, finding it harder and harder to breathe the more he glided his fingers between your slit. Fingering yourself couldn’t even compare to the beauty of having him do the same to you, your arousal only heightened by his dedicated stare at your shaven pussy. From below your bodies, his pants had begun to home a tent.

“Two hurts a little bit and ‘em too sore.”

“What a tight cunt,” he commented with a smirk. “I’ll have to take my time with you then,” You nodded gratefully, about to smile at him with hearts in your eyes when Akaashi slowly slid a finger in. Your moan came out breathless and muted as you stared at him, mouth open in a silent gasp. The intrusion wasn’t anything new but he expertly pumped his finger in and out of it that your walls fluttered around him, head thrown back for another broken moan as he slid another digit. The stretch felt fucking perfect – the slight sting more than welcome in your virgin cunt that was now being fucked by your brother.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel better soon. Just relax.”

Openly, your slight squeaks of pleasure had increased in volume. Akaashi fingered you until he was knuckle deep, his other palm flat on your abdomen. Had you been in a better state of mind that wasn’t previously clouded with pleasure, you would’ve been embarrassed at the loud sloppy sounds of your pussy, but you remained there with trembling thighs, your nails digging at his thigh as you stared at him wide-eyed.

“Feels good?”

“M-more,” you begged through gritted teeth, “Nii-san, more.”

“Not yet, baby, you’re still too tight,” Sooner than you’d like, Akaashi pulled his fingers out of you. Both of you gazed at the webs of arousal between his fingers; your face painted in shock while he smirked at it, chest swelling with pride. Then, his eyes slid over yours, hooking his hands under your knees before he settled between your thighs.

“Come here. I’m going to go down on you.”

“Nii-san, no!” your protests fell on deaf ears, almost as if he knew you didn’t really mean it. His ears knocked with your knees locked around him, and you shivered as you felt his hot breath right before your burning cunt. “It’s embarrassing...don’t want you looking at my kitty like that.”

“Your kitty is very pretty and Nii-san wants a taste of you,” he mumbles while pressing kisses all over your pelvic bone, his sticky fingers massaging your inner thighs into relaxation. Your head pressed back harder on the pillows at the sensation, the pleasure too immense and he was just starting. “Didn’t you say you want me to teach you everything? This is just a few lessons you have to learn so don’t be shy. I’m sure you taste heavenly,” Clenching your jaw from the overwhelming bursts of ecstasy, you failed to notice how he dipped his head further, tongue darting out to lick a flat stripe. Your eyes blew wide open as he torturously and slowly dipped his tongue from your hole, the wet and warm muscle licking all the way up from your slit until the clit. “See? I told you. Heavenly.”

“’Kaashi, ‘Kaashi, oh, oh!”

“You sound so pretty but don’t be too loud,” Somehow, he managed to raise his arms and placed a palm over your mouth. “We don’t want Mom and Dad to overhear.”

Your legs trembled around him until you nearly suffocated him, but how could you stop when he was rolling his tongue side to side, licking and cleaning up the previous wetness he’d pulled from you?

It was too much, too good, and soon you were moaning behind his palm as you came all over his face.

Akaashi greedily slurped up the juices that squirted all over his face, unbothered by the mess you’ve made. He didn’t stop until he was sure you were completely clean, and you were already on the brink of overstimulation when he locked his lips around yours, sucking whatever he could take. Unable to take it any longer, you pushed his head away and fell on your side in a desperate attempt to catch your breath, sending him a seductive glare, only to soften as you his lips, cheeks, and nose shining under the moonlight.

“Nii-san, your face—”

“It’s okay, I’ll clean up for later,” he shrugged it off and stepped out of his sweatpants, ripping a condom you didn’t even notice he had. You watched with baited breath as his cock sprung free, the tip red and glistening with pre-cum. Akaashi rolled the condom over his throbbing cock and situated himself before you, pumping his length a few times before aligning it with your hole, sending you one last look of approval.

“You ready for my cock now? This might hurt a little bit. You just need to relax and I’ll go slow, okay? Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable.”

Nodding, you made yourself comfortable and braced the sheets for preparation, wincing a little as he pushed the tip in. Akaashi felt you clamp down on him, his hips stilling just as he loomed over you, his arms resting beside your head. In this position, you could see each detail of him – the thickness of his lashes, the love blooming in his eyes, the sweat beading in his forehead and everything soft and slow written all over his face.

“Still okay? I can stop if you want.”

You shook your head and wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him closer. He raised a brow at your initiation, but you merely smiled at him to hide the mild discomfort. “I can take it, just keep going.”

A few minutes later and a hundred still good? later, Akaashi had slid himself in. He allowed you to get used inch by delicious inch until he was completely seated inside you, hip pressed to hip and his hand caressing your cheek. “You’ve done so well,” he praised, “How does having a cock stuffed in you feel?”

“S-so full,” you replied numbly, the feeling of him throbbing inside your heat so fucking delicious. “Love nii-san’s cock.”

“Yeah? I’ll give you more then,” he warned, and you knew you couldn’t go back anymore when he placed his palm flat beside your head. Akaashi began to move his hips, slowly at first to let you accommodate to his length which your pussy hugged greedily. You were moaning left and right and his groans above you was erotic enough to make you cum on the spot, the pleasure doubling as your pebbled nipples grazed his toned chest.

“Nii-san! So big!”

“I know, baby, you’ll get used to it, don’t worry. It’ll feel better soon,” he rasped, scowling when you raked your nails down his back, though not hard enough to draw blood. It would definitely leave a mark though, and the pain of it urged him to move his hips faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through his room that began to warm by each passing second. “Feel better?”

“Feels so good,” you cried around him, reaching up to bury your head in his neck and clinging to him like a koala. It did feel so good, so much so that you just might get addicted to this. “Love Nii-san’s cock.”

At your words, Akaashi’s patience that thinned a while ago completely broke.

His pace increased and he gripped your hips tightly, sitting back on his knees just to watch his cock slide in and out of you. The lube made sex feel a hundred times better from how easily he’s easily punching through your walls, the sight of you splayed out for him – hair strewn across the pillow, little whimpers leaving your lips, breasts bouncing right before his eyes and abused pussy lips hugging his shaft – it made him growl with possessiveness.

“This is how you should be fucked – you gotta be fucked right,” he announced, thumb coming down to rub your clit. As expected, you cried out and tightened around him.

He faltered for a moment at how tight you were, but he kept pushing, driving his cock in and out of you until he turned into you a sobbing, slobbery mess.

“You sure that boy of yours can make you feel this good?”

“N-no, Nii-san’s cock only!”

“That’s right, it’s just gotta be me, okay?” driving both his hands around your neck just to clench your airway as a warning, Akaashi fucked you harder than before. The sudden inability to not breathe made you impossibly tighter around him that you felt each ridge and vein kissing your bumpy walls. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, I’m Nii-san’s property!”

“I’m gonna mark you as mine, claim this pussy as Nii-san’s only, yeah? You want that?”

“Cum in me, ‘Kaashi, cum inside!” you prompted, and what good of a brother would he be if he didn’t grant his little sister’s wishes? Growling, Akaashi snapped his hips hard until the tip of his cock successfully kept repeating that sweet spot in you that you didn’t even know you had. You were crying, moaning, too fucked to respond as you came, and your lewd expression was all it took before he was releasing his cum inside the condom. “Kaashi, Kaashi, ah!”

Akaashi quickly pulled out his cock and took a minute to regain his breath, his head cradled on his hands at the earth-shattering orgasm you both had. Not a moment later, he’s tying his condom and throwing it to his bin, finding his way right beside you as you blinked sleepily at him.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, you were great. Just tired.”

“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?”

You smiled at his concern, pulling him in closer for an embrace. He was warm and sweaty that it felt uncomfortable, but you wanted him beside you, and Akaashi began to caress your hipbones with so much tenderness. He knew he was a little rough for losing control like that.

“I’d love that, thank you,” you mumbled, more than ready to call it a night and sleep when his weight shifted off the bed. Akaashi rummaged through something in his drawers before he disappeared in the bathroom for a bit, coming back to spread your legs open once more. “Wh-what’re you doing?”

“It’s called aftercare. If your partner can’t provide this and pamper you, I suggest you break up with them,” he snickered, and you hissed at the sensitivity as he wiped away your cum with the towel. You soon relaxed, however, all thanks to Akaashi’s doting nature that you were falling asleep on his bed, allowing him to clean you up as he pleases. He set the towel aside and snuggled right next to you, his nose bumping your jaw to pull you away from dreamland for a little while. His previous sexual aura had now dimmed; his brotherly concern present again. “You still want to fuck your classmate?”

“Hmm...he’s really handsome, and I heard from the other girls he’s got a huge cock too,” you giggled, not really aware of your words as you said, “Probably even bigger than yours.”

Thinking that he might be offended, you almost apologized after a moment, but Akaashi only laughed as he hugged you tighter. “Size doesn’t matter. It’s who owns the cock and their talent in pleasuring their partner that matters,” he confidently stated, fingers running up and down your spine that brought chills down to your toes as he nibbled on your ear. “And I know I fucked you so good he can’t compare.”

[imeternallylove]

Splitting up? - Jason Kolchek

Jason Kolchek x Reader

genre: idk lol kind of humor

warning: cursing words (PLENTY)

words: 1k

(gif belongs to me)

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You walked into the briefing room and noticed something had changed around the room since you hadn't been there in a month. You've got a cup of coffee in one hand and your report files case in the other. Your face froze for a split second when you saw the shitty lieutenant's ass, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. You knew you'd have to face him sooner or later, so you tried to make the best of it.

"All right, Joey here's your thing." You zig-zagged your way through the table, handing the lance corporal report access you'd brought with you from Camp Pendleton and smiling effusively at Nick who existed beside him. "Hey, Nicky. How have you been?" With a smile on your face, you continued.

"I'm all good." Nick returned your greeting with a friendly smile. "It's been a while since I saw you. How are you?"

You almost smirked, regretting not pursuing Nicky since, well, the last time you saw him. Your weight was sifted. "I'm fine. Just a bit busy with work and…" Your eyesight attaches with someone you shouldn't meet; it's Jason, "people." You whereupon shrugged your way out of the room without saying anything else.

Jason had meticulously tracked your every move and tone of voice. Your hair was a little longer and the color had been changed to a lighter tone, which he likes, as well as how your body tensed at times but not your expression since the second you wandered in and flicked the buttocks' of his eye candy away.

"What was that all about?" Joey asked Nick, then looked at Jason, who was clearly taken aback. "She's looked pissy."

"You think?"

"Looks it."

"What the fuck you want me to answer, Joey?" Jason sort of shook his head, going back to whatever he was doing.

"They were simply broken up."

Jason locked his gaze on Nick, his mouth wide open in loathing, but he chose to close it. His brow furrowed, but he quickly shakes his head again, returning to his torn wound.

"The fuck? Splitting up?" Joey almost yelled once he finally got up and walked away from his spot, still in disbelief. When one of the rare nurses finished to took care of Jason's wound, he sassed angrily and got up. "Was that what Nicky just said, wasn't it?"

The lance corporal's tone rose as he continued to question. "Why is that?"

"Fuck man! I don't know. Why do two people break up?" The berserk lieutenant remarked sarcastically, clearly uninterested in discussing this. "Hah? She left you, man." Nick chuckled with a silly grin on his face, only making Jason angrier and grumpier.

"Wow..." Eric, the Colonel who had just entered the room, got right into the conversation, "pretty good news." As his commander teased, Jason rolled his eyes and took a deep breath or groaned loudly and long.

"Why the hell is it suddenly becoming so interesting? Yes! We fucking broke up!" Jason reached a breaking point, elongating with his chest open, quick on his feet, and enraged. "Ask her out while you're at it!"

The briefing room fell silent, which was fortunate for Jason because there's only his close people were present. Nick smirked at the glimpse of his friend at last showing the signs of desperation at the loss of his love, while Joey just gazed, eyes wide as his mouth.

Eric, on the other hand, stood motionless with no expression, but soon hummed in agreement and then said. "Don't mind if I do, Kolchek."

Jason turned to face all of his Marines, dumbfounded by what he'd just done. Before Eric turned and walked away with a chuckled louder.

After turning to face Nick, Jason's great shock is still visible. He pleaded with his friend as if he needed him to say something, anything, to stop Eric. But Nick only raised his shoulders for a split second, telling Jason he couldn't do anything. "Fuck man, I didn't mean that." Jason began, but Nick cut him off. "No way, Jason. You are right on this point."

The insane lieutenant tried to reason with himself. "Shit, Nicky! He can't just go ask her out!"

"Why can't he?" Nick let Jason speculate on where he was going with his speech. "He's interested in her, she's single now. Nothing can stop him from asking her out, man."

Jason tried desperately to come up with something, gasping for air and looking around the room. Nick was ready to shoot him down when he finally came up with an excuse, which wasn't all that good. "What? We just split up!"

"Fuck! It's almost been a month, man."

"Oh, shit," Jason exclaimed, astonished. "The time fucking flies by."

"It certainly does! If you keep being dumbness, I'm sure Y/N will fly as well." Nick had crossed his arms and stood a foot away from his inept and hopeless romance friend. Jason had to ask because they were staring at each other, his voice soften. "Is it really that obvious?"

"Aye, it's obvious, Jason." Nick begins with an inwardly chuckle, which must be shown in his appearance. "Eric was making fun of you. Don't you know that?"

Jason made a puzzled expression, unsure how to deal with the situation. Realized Eric already had a wife. How come he became completely engulfed in jealousy at moment before? He returned his gaze to Nick, certain that he was about to ask another stupid and obvious question. "Damn it! Should I go after-"

"Fuck man! Yeah! Just go!" Nick snapped typically with a sharp cracking sound, and Jason was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving him alone with Joey, who had been forgotten for the past few minutes.

They were both cracked up laughing. Soon after, as they strolled past your office, their hawk eyes noticed Jason dragging you into a good observation position, your hands on Jason's shape as his lips brushed and caressed against yours.

"Damn," Joey goes on to state as he glimpses his lieutenant's trip climbing both palms on your back down to your hips, his face loosely resting on your neck, and your head lifting in pleasure. "They fucking jackpots each other," He put forward his hand in hi-fiving with Nick's remarks before leaving Jason and your private moment.

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[bubblyani]

Deeper Relations: 08

(Freddie Jackson x Reader)

A Freddie Jackson Multi Chapter Series

Chapter 08: The Effect

Rating: Mature (18+) 🔥

Story Requested by: @97freaknik

Summary: Being the youngest sister of Jackie and Maggie, you were quite young when Freddie Jackson went to prison. Upon his return, you cannot help but recall your innocent love you had for him back then. And surprised by your transformation into womanhood, Freddie cannot help but form a desire towards you. Will a dangerously seductive attraction grow between the two of you? What will be the consequences?

Author’s Note: Being the story teller, I’m fanning myself writing this spicy story. Please note, I don’t personally approve of the actions taken by these characters aka infidelity. Just enjoy the drama like you’re watching an episode of the show lol. Enjoy!

Series Masterlist HERE

With the door properly locked, a sudden urge came over you. Stripping down, you stood in front of the mirror completely naked. This was nothing new. You remember doing the same a few months ago. The last time, you acted on this to prove yourself a point. Several points, to be specific. You wanted to prove the change you had undergone from a girl to a woman. You wanted to prove the denial of feelings that were unwanted and forbidden, giving yourself any reason to forget them.

But this time, you acted on this to celebrate.

The average person might consider this as a way to reconnect with one’s body. But what you did was different. For you just wanted to celebrate the change.

You were not in denial of those feelings, instead you were aware and proud of them. In fact, you were confident, and most of all, you’ve never felt sexier. As you eyes traveled across every inch of the reflection of your body, you just could not believe. Could not believe he laid his eyes on them, could not believe his hands had touched, his lips had tasted. All those blessings were completely unfathomable. You had changed, evolved in to a better version of yourself. And you were glad because finally, your wish had come true.

You had won in love.

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( One month later)

Family Dinner. It was that time. A tradition that would be carried out frequently, suddenly broke its cycle for the first time, delaying it for almost a month. But there were valid reasons, like Maggie and Jimmy finally moving to their own place for example. Nevertheless, it was lovely for all to get together after quite some time.

You managed to bring in the biggest surprise, by going through the biggest change. It was not intentional, for it just happened. The one who longed to fade into the background, had grown the most proactive.

Cooking had become a new hobby and the kitchen was a place of peace, that you grew confident in feeding others. So much so you offered to cook for the entire evening, giving your mother some time off to sit back and unwind with a glass of wine, until the rest arrived. Your change was practically announced by your welcoming greeting of a voice the moment they entered the house.

“Y/N…this is all so delicious! I’m impressed” With food still in her mouth, Maggie managed to deliver that line so perfectly. And given the looks of the others, including the children, it was safe to say that all agreed. You smiled brightly.


“Thank you,Mags”

Lena Summers turned to her eldest daughter. “Jackie darling… could you please ask your sister what’s going on with her?” She said cheerfully, her face red as she held on to her glass of wine, “Cause whenever I would…she would just change the conversation”

As a mother, Lena had a point. The change was evident and incomprehensible. Tonight you were chattier, you were helpful, enthusiastic about every damned, thing that was discussed. You were even keen on what the children talked about. And moreover, the huge smile that adorned your face could not be wiped off throughout the entire time. But this phenomena, it was not limited to just today. You had been this way for a while. Smiling to oneself, a musical tune would always linger in your lips while a skip would stick in your step. And your eyes, the light that made them both shine, had an origin no one could pinpoint by yourself.

Jackie, however seemed not so convinced. With a cold smile, she looked at you. 
“Actually I wanted to ask her that myself…” she said, “What is going on with you?”

Guessing from her tone, it was very much clear she did not believe what she saw. Nor was she pleased. Why? You did not know. And frankly you did not care.

“Well…I guess I’m just…” You began, “I finally found the way to be happy with myself-”

“That’s not true…” Jackie cut in to your surprise, “I’m your sister and I know you’ve never been an unhappy child to finally be happy” she added in a rather snarky tone, the gold bracelets on her wrists clashed while she pointed her fork at you, “But this is just quite unexpected…so what is it?” She repeated the question, “You found someone new, maybe?” She asked, wearing a mischievous smile.

“Oh…” Maggie and Jimmy could not help but utter together. You looked down shyly. 
“Oh I rather not say” you said, chuckling. “Why not?” Jackie asked persistently. “Well… “ The moment you put your fork down, all were silenced,  “…suppose I say that I am in love…suppose I am…” you paused, suddenly lost in your thoughts with a smile, “…suppose I am..so very deeply.” Your voice laced with affection,“It’s just that the last time didn’t really work out…so maybe it’s best if I keep my mouth shut this time until I’m sure if er…this gets serious or not” you said. “Oh I agree, smart one Y/N…” Jimmy called out. Looking at him, you nodded. “Thanks, Jimmy” “But isn’t this wonderful? Y/N is in love” Maggie’s heartfelt tone made you laugh, as you picked up your fork again.

But yes, they were right. You really were in love. And you were indulging the honeymoon phase of your relationship, a phase you hoped would never end. For you treasured this relationship. The relationship with the irresistible man who sat across you at the table, next to your sister. A wonderful, yet secret relationship with Freddie Jackson.

Being a secret, the obstacles to overcome were many. The meeting place for example.

The Rose Gardens Hotel, the place that started it all, became the default location for the lovers. It was your home away from home. A quaint space for the two of you, to be free in love, and free to love. To love fearlessly and passionately.

On some weeks, the days were fixed along with the time, mostly being the afternoons.  But some weeks it would change. No matter when, it was made sure it was all unsuspecting and safe. And all everyone knew was that you were at lectures, and he was carrying out business.

Freddie was no fool, and so were you. To be suspected by anyone was a huge risk to take. In order to not cause any suspicion or accidental screwups, you showed little to no indication of your interest to each other at home. You made it quite convincing. So convincing it made the both of you laugh so hard.

When hotel rendezvous were null and void, when chance to make passionate love was not offered, fooling around would be the only option. And you both were willing takers. For even the slightest grope, fondle, grind or any other form of foreplay still satisfied the hunger for one another. Initially you were concerned whether Freddie would be contented by that. But to your surprise he was. This astounded you.

Fooling around, it would occur in the most unexpected of times, meaning every day was indeed a surprise, or an adventure.

There was a reason for your heart to skip a beat, or butterflies to fill in your stomach whenever you’d find Freddie drive by in your neighborhood, offering to drop you off to lectures. And, instead of actually going to lectures, You would end up in the suburbs, stopping by somewhere, where it was just the two of you. At the comfort of his car, in quiet seclusion.

The car was a witness many romantic escapades. Some of them would be when you would please him. Nestled in between his thighs below the carseat, you would taste him for as long as you wished. No one was there to judge. All the while his hands held you by the hair, displaying his approval and satisfaction, while proving more arousal. The other days would be when Freddie takes his turn to pleasure you. Having you sit on his lap, with your back pressed against his chest, was what he preferred. It made quite sense, especially when you curvaceous buttocks rested on his clothed manhood throughout the entire time. It would start out as innocence as you resting against him, indulging the beautiful view of what nature had presented to you. And then it would playfully proceed as to you watching his hand cleverly slither inside your thin sweater, just so he could fondle your eager breasts one at a time, just so he could marvel at their softness. It would get more heated, when you watch him wet his fingers with his own saliva, before encircling your nipples with moist, playfully pulling them to make them erect. Just when you thought things were heated already, he would take another step further, letting his other envious hand take the stage. He’d let you suck his digits, before digging into your skirt to caress and massage your wet slit, inserting them with ease soon after.

This also, was done in his own leisure, forcing you to grip his hair or even the leather seat until you’ve finally reached your peak. He even had the audacity to let you taste yourself in his fingers. All this while you savored the sweet nothings he muttered in your ear.

The physical pleasure was exciting, yes. But you were even more stimulated by the emotional connection you managed to form with him. Wherever you would meet and whatever you would do together, conversations would always take place somehow. The rush from genuine interest with talking and mutual listening was incomparable. With your enthusiasm shown, he was more than happy open up. Whatever the good or the bad, you listened to him. And with your indirect influence, Freddie clearly had evolved more as a gangster, being more careful, less reckless and clear headed enough to take in more responsibility and win the respect or many and be feared by many as well.

Picking on the piece of meat on your plate, you returned from your thoughts, “Yeah well…” you said, “…all I want is to find love as great what Maggie and Jackie has” you looked at your sisters. While Maggie beamed, Jackie smiled with pride.

“Yeah. She will, right babe?” She said, looking over at Freddie. Flashing his signature smile, he nodded enthusiastically as expected.

“Of course she will” he said.

Pulling her husband by the hand, Jackie kept her gaze on you while she leaned to kiss Freddie. Except he did not. Swiftly moving to the side, he rested his lips on her cheek instead. And he did that on purpose. Nodding, you looked down to resume eating. And you could not help but smile. That kiss, it was meant to say something. For that was him, pledging his loyalty to you in public. His very own symbol that his lips were yours from here onwards.

Why did it suddenly feel like there was a game between you and your sister? And you were the only one who knew? And which game you were not sure. Was it for winning his affections? Or succeeding in turning him loyal to one woman? And why did it feel like you won them all?

You could go down that path if you wanted to. The path to feeling pity, feeling guilty. For this was ethically wrong in so many levels. But you chose not to.

Because finally, you were truly happy. Because finally, you were in love the way you wanted to be. That passionate love that excited you. And it didn’t hurt anyone.You made sure of it.

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(4 days later)

“Ah! Yes…Oh!!! Fuck yes!”

The room at the Rose Gardens Hotel brimmed with the cries of your pleasure. One those rendezvous again between the secret lovers. And given the time, it was an afternoon delight as always. Except this time, Freddie had special privilege in the ‘tasting’ of the sweet dessert.

Your body, it writhed. Your hips rolled forwards and backwards in a steady rhythm. All the while you remained comfortably seated in bed, with Freddie’s face in between your luscious thighs. Sitting on one’s lover’s face had been a fantasy of yours, and here you were living it while he fed on you. Your long loose tresses moved gracefully when you threw your head back, maintaining the rhythm whilst being controlled by his hungry tongue that explored your most sacred place. Playing with your breasts, you made sure the buds were teased and stimulated the way he would always do, which sent you through the pathway to heaven. Your naked body glistened with sweat, making you look more attractive and convincing than any random actress in any erotic film. And what everything better were the delicious sounds that exited his lips whilst he savored you.

“Yes…that’s it. There’s the spot, Freddie!” You moaned, “I’m almost there…ah!”

Finally reaching the destination, You cried out as the climactic juices flowed out of you. You wanted to get up as quickly as you could, in order to avoid the mess in his face, but you could even consider that, you gasped as his tongue lapped up and licked all the remaining juices, until you were completely dry.All because he was famished for you. Literally. As much as he enjoyed tasting your food, nothing could be compared to the sweet taste of your own body. ‘Your little cupcake’ as he called it. Thinking about it for 4 days with waiting impatiently, he certainly was famished.

A few minutes later, Freddie came out of the shower. When he did, he found you sitting on the bed still naked. Leaning against the headboard, you stared at your wristwatch with a thoughtful expression. For suddenly you did not feel good. The more you analyzed it, you realized you were sad about something. And soon afterwards, you realized why. You sighed heavily.

“Why so quiet, babe?” Freddie’s voice reached your ears. Eyes still on the watch, you answered by shaking your head.

“Nothing…just”

“Awww come on!!…Freddie knows that’s a load of porky” You felt the bed shake slightly when Freddie landed on it next to you, “You can tell me…” he said. The moment you finally looked over at him, you were greeted with a gentle kiss. Kisses from his luscious lips were always lovely, you randomly thought. But that thought suddenly disappeared when you noticed what he was wearing.

“You’re wearing a bathrobe…” you muttered with raised eyebrows, “…you look different” you said with a questionable look. “Yeah? You mean like fancy different?” He asked with interest, showing himself off proudly, “ Don’t I look fucking regal? ”

You could not help but laugh at that. Freddie took your hand.

“Now come on… don’t change the subject” He said, using his convincing tone. Taking a deep breath, you decided it was better to just vent.

“I…I found out my grades this semester have gone bad.” You muttered shyly, “I’ve fallen so much behind”

It was true. Ever since this relationship came into being, you developed the tendency to skip classes more than usual in order to meet Freddie. And since the meetups increased than expected, your attendance rate was greatly affected. Which resulted in your lack of attention to the lessons and assignments. At the beginning you thought it wont be much of a problem and making up for it would be easy. But it was not as easy it sounded.

“Those fuckin’ wankers…” Freddie muttered, to which you shook your head frantically, while your hands played with the knot of his robe.
 “Freddie! It’s no one’s fault but mine…” You began, casually loosening the knot to open his robe. Fresh from the shower, his skin smelled like refreshing shower gel, “But…I know this is the only time we can meet.” You continued, as your fingers ran over the tattoos on his chest, “And I love this…” you said softly, bending down to kiss them, then looking up at him, “I love you.” You breathed devotedly, “And I don’t you want to get in trouble by forcing you to meet me at another time” you said affectionately, curling yourself next to him.  

“Well…” Freddie began, eyes half closed from indulging the kisses you placed on his abdomen, “…can’t you get the notes from any of your mates?”

Moving away, your jaw dropped with disbelief.

“Wow! You really don’t remember why, do you?”You scoffed with disappointment.

Because you remembered. It was one particular day when Freddie managed to drop you off to University after a quick session of fooling around. Gilbert Brown, one of the most studious students in your class had promised to lend you his notes. And keeping his word, he stood there outside the lecture building with the notes you needed. Moved by his kindness, you could not help but hug him with such gratitude. But as you closed the door behind you in the building, your eyes caught the of Freddie making conversation with your classmate. It seemed that he had whispered something to the young man’s ear, all the while he held on to his head violently. Ever since then, Gilbert never spoke to you again.

However, Freddie did not see the severity of your problem. For he has his own. “I didn’t like the way that bugger touched you” he growled softly. You clicked your tongue. “It was just a hug, Freddie. It’s not a big deal” “Well it is for me” he replied tad harshly.

During this relationship, the more you learnt about Freddie Jackson, the more you realized how jealousy ate him whole. The fire burnt in his eyes as he said those words. Sensing the anger in him, you grew a bit intimidated. Sensing your fear, his eyes suddenly grew softer.

“Y/N…” He began softly, surprising you as he hovered over you, “You don’t know how fuckin special you are…” the manner his voice evolved into a seductive one, made you gulp,“You’re like crack…” he went on, lifting a finger “You’re fuckin… addictive… and like no… other” just so he could gingerly run it over your rib cage, drawing little circles down your stomach, as you gasped softly “And the thought of other men realizing what a keeper you are…just…ah!”

He grunted all the sudden, when you finally realized how his hand left your body, only to feel his own manhood. With his eyes never leaving you, his hand worked on himself until he was hard.

How he spoke of you, how he revered you, it was clearly your weakness. Freddie Jackson had his way with words. And you were a victim. His desire for you had crossed many lines and his jealousy was evident. The level of how much he wanted you did not make you angry, instead it made you powerful. But more importantly, you were aroused beyond all measure. The dampened slit was proof enough. Spreading your legs wide open, you cupped his face, lust burning in your eyes.

“Fuck me…” you breathed.

And just like that, no more words were necessary for him to proceed.

You tasted his hungry kiss, crying out loud when you felt your inner walls fill up as he entered you with haste. He was particularly rough, moving faster than usual but he was fully aroused. Thus, the bed creaked louder as you moved along with it. Your ample breasts in turn bounced in effect. catching Freddie’s attention in an instant. Maintaining speed, his mouth latched onto the erect nipples, suckling on them hard for he could not resist.

“Ah yes…harder…ah!” Free to vocalize to your pleasure, you moaned out loud as he kept moving. You always welcomed him inside you, and loving him was never a burden. And both of your utmost satisfaction, release was met, the conflict was forgotten, and you rested for the rest of the day as you could not walk afterwards.

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(The next day)

Stepping out of the Lecture Building, you never felt more confused. You missed the good old times. The times when you were always ahead of lesson, well prepared with everything and anything. You missed being in control of this aspect of your life.

Walking back to carry out some errands, you began to debate with yourself on getting your studies on track. Would the library be resourceful enough? Or online courses? Before you could make a decision, you felt someone tap you on the shoulder. Turning quickly, you sighed in relief to find Marcus behind you.

“Hey!” You said with genuine surprise, to which he nodded with a small smile. “Where you off to?” He asked softly. “The Chemist…need to get some vitamins” “Oh! I’ll walk with you then” “Thanks…”

Walking together, you breathed in the comfortable silence shared. Looking over at him, you sensed a different energy. He did not look happy as he usually would. Since you both had different classes, the thought of meeting him had slipped off your mind completely. You felt guilty. You missed him. It had been a while since you saw your friends.

“We rarely see you around, you know” He began, when you both entered the Chemist Shop, “Is something wrong?”

With all that happened recently, you did not know what to disclose and what not to . You pressed your lips together, “Uh…you know. Stuff…” Your answer was ambiguous. Awkward silence filled as the two of you walked along the aisles. Chuckling, you were in dire need of a segue.

“Can you believe I can’t get anyone to lend me their notes from class?” You scoffed, eyeing the bottles of Vitamins, “Me… of all people…ha!” But Marcus did not answer nor express his surprise. Except he just stared at one of the bottles of pills. “Y/N…” he began, with his hands deep in his pockets, “I don’t know if you know this but…there’s a story going around about you” “What story?” “People they… they keep saying that blokes can’t talk to you or be associated with you anymore cause this gangster keeps showing up, threatening them not to. I saw him once…” Marcus continued, “Wasn’t that Freddie?”

You froze. You knew it. His actions certainly had brought forth noticeable consequences. So this was what his actions have brought upon you. No wonder nobody wanted to lend you notes. They were frightened of you.

“I mean…Why would your brother-in-law be so protective of you?” Marcus asked, unable to comprehend the situation. And frankly, so did you. “Oh you don’t know Freddie…” you chuckled nervously, avoiding the question at all costs, ,“He’s like this with all the women in the family” “Well I haven’t seen him do this before…” He snapped, which drove you to the edge. “Marcus! What do you want me to say? What do you expect me to do?? HUH?” Panting, you realized how loud and angry you sounded. Taken back by your reaction, Marcus looked disappointed.

“Are we not friends? Why can’t you tell us?” He said, his voice laced with sadness, “You really have changed, Y/N…” he murmured, “Heath was right…You barely see us anymore” Realizing the weight of your actions, you felt your heart break and you wanted it to stop. “Marcus please-” “No…” he cut you off firmly, “Call me when you finally figured out what’s going with you…”He said as he took his queue to leave, “or else don’t…”

Watching him walk out of the store, You sighed heavily, feeling shittier than you felt earlier. He was right, you have been a terrible friend. Barely seeing your friends, or calling them. As if they were suddenly wiped out of your interests at heart. Without even picking the bottle of vitamin pills you needed, you found yourself walking around the store. An empty feeling came over you. First studies, now your friends. Why was everything you had a firm hold on were slipping away from your grasp. As you kept walking, you caught the sight of one particular aisle.

Halting in your tracks, your eyes widened as you clutched your chest with shock.

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Your heart was beating so fast, you felt in your mouth. Exiting the store, you walked out with haste until you ended up speed walking. When that was deemed slow, you decided to run. The plastic bag floated up high as it hung on to your hand. You just wanted to get home.

Too long. It had been too long. And you did not even notice? How could you be so careless?

You ran so fast, anyone who passed by seemed irrelevant. Even storming into the house, you barely acknowledged your mother as you darted towards the bathroom.

“Having a bad stomach, love?” Lena Summers cried out from the kitchen. “Yes mum!” Answering back, you slammed the bathroom shut, locking it afterwards.

Exhaling deeply, you leaned against the door. The thought of this happening to you was simply unfathomable. You closed your eyes, as you began counting something using you fingers. But no matter how many times you tried, you were not relieved with the answer. Impatient beyond your control, you took the small box out of the plastic bag. You teared it open, to have the small yet long stick land on your palm.

Taking a deep breath for the better or for worse, you decided to get on with the next stage.

“Please say no …please say no”

Muttering to yourself like a prayer, the bare of your thighs felt the cool toilet seat as you began to pee into the pregnancy test stick. You shuddered. Was this another part of being responsible? You could not recall the last time you had your period, and glancing upon the aisle of sanitary napkins and tampons sudden forced you to skyrocket back to reality. You did not even stand up, you just kept sitting there, your panties still bunched around your knees. As the one minute went painfully slow, all you could do was to repeat your prayer with desperation.

“Please say no …please say no” Until you finally decided to take a look.

As your eyes widened, as your breath left your body, it felt as a vital part of you just burnt in smithereens in an instant, leaving nothing but the ashes behind you.

For your prayers, there were not answered. They were definitely not answered.

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Mulder stood at the stove, he’d chopped fresh tomatoes, peppers and onions and they were sauteing nicely in a lightly oiled pan. Whole wheat organic lasagna noodles were draped over a pasta drying rack, cooling.  As a single man he’d rarely taken the time for cooking anything intricate or time consuming.

At the time it was just him, why bother? 

Tonight was special it was Friday and Scully would be home for the weekend. Since she started working at Our Lady of Sorrows there were many nights she didn’t come home at all. She’d say she was too tired to drive. I’ll spend the night at my mom’s or the hospital. The next night it was the same excuse. 

Wasn’t that why they’d stopped running? Why they settled here in this unremarkable house, hiding in plain site? 

She’d been tired of driving or riding with no destination in sight. The fake ID’s the Gunman had helped him create had allowed them the freedom to move from place to place. The money he’d invested over the years and secreted away was invaluable as they’d criss-crossed the United States. 

One account would never be used. The one for William - the son he didn’t know how fully he wanted until he’d held him in his arms for the first time. His son, his, being raised by another couple. Another father. Mulder shook his head, Scully didn’t like to talk about him and changed the subject whenever he was mentioned.

It was after one such heated argument that Scully had left. When she came back home she announced she’d enrolled in medical school and planned to specialize in Pediatric Neurosurgery. She’d registered under her own name, used her mother’s address for contact and that was that.

Nothing happened no Police, Military, FBI, CIA - no seeming interest in Dana Katherine Scully - ex partner of Special Agent Fox Mulder. She was welcomed back into the world with open arms.

Maybe Scully was just tired of him.

Mulder sighed and focused on his sauce a few more ingredients and twenty minutes later he had Lasagna baking in the oven. He knew he still had time to wash the dishes he dirtied and the monotonous task would help to expunge the maudlin thoughts still rolling in his head.

Every dish was washed except a knife - in his hand the sun glinted off the blade.

It hadn’t happened in a while. He didn’t expect it. He could hear the whirring, see the shine of the metal serrated blade, coming closer, closer….

How long had he been crouched on the kitchen floor, shaking, skin damp and clammy from a cold sweat he couldn’t tell. The water was still running, Mulder stood his legs like rubber and shut the valve off. The knife laid  in the bottom of the sink and he slammed his eyes shut and gripped the sinks edge until his hands blanched. 

“Mulder?”

The sound of the front door shutting, her bag dropping on the chair, clothing rustling reached him. Mulder could tell she’d taken her shoes off, by the soft scratch of her hosiery on the kitchen floor as she came closer. Focus … focus on Scully and the images will fad.

“Mmm something smells divine. Mulder?” Her fingers grazed his shoulders gentle, light. The sensation overwhelmed him. The hormonal cascade that had flooded his body moments ago, Adrenaline, Estrogen, Testosterone, and Cortisol feeding his fight or flight response - began to change - to arousal.

Focus … focus on Scully and the images will fade.

Muder shuddered and took a deep breath. He needed her.

Now.

Spinning around he grabbed her pulling her flush against him the strength of his hold not light, not gentle. His lips didn’t ask - they took.

Scully whimpered, she could have pushed him away, but she didn’t. Hands wandered beneath his shirt, kneaded his waist, bunching the fabric up and up until her point was made. Yes! He needed it off, one step closer to her skin against his and released her long enough for the shirt to clear his head and go flying across the room.

Scully loved the wild look in his eyes as his hands reached for her blouse and ripped it apart - buttons scattered, plinking against the floor. Scully moaned when they came back together, his erection hard, hot - grinding against her. Plunging his tongue into her mouth the same moment his finger followed the crease of her buttocks reaching his destination. He traced that pink wet flesh teasing then dipped into her tight heat.

“Jesus! Mulder!”

Scully screamed out - she found herself off the ground landing on the kitchen table, her legs spread apart bracketing Mulder’s hips. Licking her lips she wondered what had gotten into him - if the dampness she felt on her underwear was an indication she liked it - very much. Eyes wide open Scully watched as he unzipped his jeans, his erection freed from confinement sprung up and tapped against his stomach.

Had she ever seen him this hard?

Palming that thick and long member he gave himself a slow steady pump, Scully shifted and immediately Mulder gathered both her wrists in one of his hands.

“Don’t move.” Was that a growl? 

“I like this Scully.” His finger traced the lace of her pale blue bra, eyes dipped and the same hand pushed her skirt higher … higher. Skirt bunched at her waist his finger followed the elastic, dipping under, teasing her sex.

“Matching set, Scully? Did you wear this at work?” She squirmed and his hand tightened on her wrists. “Did you?” he asked again this time with a slight gruffness in his tone. The thumb now pressing and circling her labia, the sensation teasing her clit - not enough, not enough.

“Muld…” His name became a screaming moan. His thumb still circled over the fabric of her panties as he plunged his finger inside. Mulder tapped and pressed the pad of his middle finger against the front wall of her passage.

“You didn’t answer my question, Scully.” In a sexual daze Scully couldn’t focus - what was the question - let alone answer. His hand left her throbbing, unfulfilled

“Don’t stop, Mulder!” She moaned with frustration then gasped when he roughly yanked her bra cups down and his hot mouth latched onto first one nipple then the other. Sucking deeply Mulder pulled a portion of her breast into the depth of his mouth and his tongue lapped across her nipples slow then fast.

“Please … please … please.” Scully chanted. His hand had moved back down her body. He raised his head, her breast and nipple leaving his lips with a suction pop. “As much as I love these,” fingers mapped a path along the lace of her panties, gripped and wrenched the fabric away. 

“And you haven’t answered my question…” Mulder pushed his jeans down just a little more and then he was there, yes there. Pressed up against her, his cock riding the saddle of her mons. A slow drag against her needy clit as he folded forward, arching his spine and pulled a breast back into his mouth. 

Continuous whimpers are coming from her mouth. Longing to trace the skin of his back - feel the muscles flexing beneath and unable to with her hands immobile. Before her sight had been blocked she could see the head of his penis trapped between them pointing straight up and glistening. It was so beautiful.

Scully could answer his question with the truth. But is that the right answer? Should she tell him yes I wore this all day under my scrubs? How it made her feel both powerful and feminine all at once? Would he be jealous wondering if any of her colleagues or patients wondered what was hidden beneath?

Or should she tell him she’d purchased the set last week? Hand washed it, waited patiently until it was dry and carefully put it in her her overnight bag? How her mother had kissed her that morning, hinting slyly that she noticed her lacy set wasn’t hanging in the bathroom anymore? 

And to tell Fox she said hello.

That she missed him all week and as the distance grew shorter the more sensitive her nipples became rubbing against the silk cups? How she could feel the dampness on her panties when she turned up the drive? That she could smell her own arousal walking up the steps and onto the porch? 

Mulder has so many facets as a lover - she’s never experienced this one. Did she want his gentle liquifying kisses and caresses? Or did she want the wild, dominant almost animal-like lover he was now? 

The part of her mind that had been trying to process these internal thoughts broke apart like a rock smashing a mirror. A thumb and finger held her clit the rhythm a pinching squeeze then a deep stroke up and down. Mulder had abandoned her breast all his concentration on her throbbing sex. Mulder stopped and locked eyes with her. His penis in his grip again pumping languidly ... she was so close just a little more and the bastard had left her hanging.

“No more Mulder! Now! I want you now! Please...Inside! I want you inside me!”

In concert with his “Yeah … yeah,” Mulder’s dilated and glazed eyes seemed to agree with her request. Yes, Yes - finally the engorged head pressed into her. Oh God! Big! More, more! Was she saying that out loud? She didn’t care as with a quick snap of his hips he borrowed his way deep, deep and she exploded around him, screaming his name over and over.

Scully didn’t consciously realize her arms were free until she felt the table moving with each of his powerful thrusts. The table began to move, the feet scraping the floor and she gripped his upper arms firmly as a 2nd orgasm swallowed her.

“M, m, Mulder?” she gasped out as they moved another few inches. “The table… Mulder...moving?” 

A full driving thrust sent sensation spiraling through her again. Mulder’s head dropped licking a path to her breast around her areola and nibbled on her nipple. He was still hard inside her, she could feel his chest heaving with exertion. Scully hummed in pleasure sliding her hands up over his shoulders. Sweat slickened skin aided in the glide allowing her to feel his muscles flex.

Needing to be more proactive she bent her legs up, the pads of her feet on his hips.  The position shifting the angle of their pelvises and wringing a guttural groan from both of their throats. She wanted his jeans off. Wanted to wrap her legs around him and feel … just feel.

“Your jeans… Mulder… “

“Uh-huh,” he mumbled against her nipple. Pushing with her toes and his little hip shimmy - produced more sensations and moans - those jeans had fallen to the floor in a whooshing puddle. Rising, away from her. She dropped her hands to her own breasts the sensation of her own fingers inadequate in comparison to his or the hot furnace of his mouth - the talented tongue of his - his full lips.

Watching - her eyes wide - his hands trailing down each leg raising first one then the other against his chest her toe pointed up to the ceiling. Kissing, licking and nipping the area right above the little blue bow. “Matching thigh highs too, Scully?” he breathed against the bare skin of her inner knee after stripping the lacy topped hosiery away.

One leg still stretched up he began moving again fast short pumps each one sending vibrations to her still sensitive clit. He pulled her into each inward thrust one hand still on her thigh holding her leg in place the other gripping her hip. It wasn’t often she’d found herself climaxing more than twice, but she was quickly cresting again. She was horizontal and then suddenly vertical as she spasmed a third time.

In one seemingly rehearsed motion Mulder had dropped her leg and with one hand under her ass the other around her waist she recalls hearing, “Hold on, Scully.”

She was lifted up gravity forced her body down, driving Mulder deeper inside her. They both emitted a deep moan and then she was on the kitchen counter. It was like he was was finally unleashed pounding into her deep and fast ready for his own release. Scully searched out his lips, they kissed without finesse. She briefly wondered when he’d kicked off his jeans as her hands grabbed and squeezed the firm muscled globes of his buttocks.

There was something extremely erotic about Mulder being totally naked and her own body almost fully clothed. She liked it. She liked it a lot. She pulled her lips away, seeking his eyes. 

“Come for me, Mulder...Watch me - ohh - come for me!” She moaned out one of her hands now on her body she pinched her own nipple. Mulder’s eyes tracked her hand down her body until it reached between them her fingers a V smoothly caressing her clit and his cock in tandem. It was only a few seconds until she clamped down on him again. Her tight passage kneading his length she screamed out her satisfaction.

“Oh GOD! Yes! Mulder!”

A few more jerky thrusts he buried himself to the hilt and followed her into oblivion, holding himself tight with her, they both felt him bathing her cervix in his own fluids. They clung to one another as their bodies came down from their mutual high. Mulder kissed her gently, cupping her jaw tenderly.

“Scully… I, “ for a moment he wondered if he needed to apologize. The thought flew out of his head when she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, nipped it and them soothed the sting with her tongue.

“Mmmm… that was some welcome home.” She kissed him again then nuzzled her cheek against his. “And as much as I would like to stay like this. The lasagna - It is lasagna isn’t it?”

Mulder nodded even as he felt a renewed jolt of pleasure when Scully started nibbling on his earlobe. The minx she knew his earlobes seemed to be connected straight to his cock. Well most of his body parts he admitted, both hazards and pleasures of having a wife as a doctor. 

Not in any legal sense of course. No document could ever give or take away the feeling, the love - for him there could be no other - ever.

She was the keeper of his soul. The wife of his heart.

“Help me down Mulder.” She smiled at him and he reluctantly pulled out of her - still half hard and he lifted her off the counter and onto her feet. She ran one finger over his length. Circled the head with a featherlight touch, a bead of pearly fluid appeared and she caught it on the tip of her finger. Mulder watched as she brought that finger up to her lips and sucked that digit into her mouth.

She was so fucking sexy. There she stood - her top open, breasts with their hard pink nipples exposed, bra cups below them and her skirt still at her waist. Trying to look both innocent and not really succeeding while sucking her finger, tasting him.

Did he groan? 

With a satisfied smile she gave the hem of her skirt a yank - dropping it back into place.  Mulder watched as Scully turned and took unsteady steps making her way to the stairs. “After I clean up and change, you can feed me, Mulder.” She took a few steps up and then leaned over the railing. “Make sure you leave room for dessert  - I’m planning on enjoying mine for hours.”

Hours…?

Mulder stepped back into his jeans, carefully tucking his very interested penis away and grabbed a clean T out of the laundry room. The table was quickly set, lasagna taken out of the oven and garlic bread put in. By the time Scully came back down wearing a soft green sweater and leggings the candles were lit, wine poured and the food was dished out. 

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Um, yeah do you mind cutting the Garlic Bread.”

“Not at all.” 

In moments warm oozing buttery-garlic slices were set on the table. Scully handed Mulder the knife and sat down. Mulder glanced at the knife in his hand, a quick flash and a faint buzz. He blinked and immediately washed it off under running water, he heard Scully’s voice behind him.

“Everything looks and smells wonderful, Mulder. Thank you. Come sit down before all your hard work gets cold.”

The knife. Scully. Focus on Scully - breathe. There - he’d won the battle against his demons this time. His hand only shook a little when he placed the knife in the strainer...

[ladybalem]

She-slave's soul - a Confession about Balem Abrasax - part 2 of 3

* SMUT ALERT: 50 SHADES OF JUPITER'S SMUT AS FAR AS THE EYES CAN SEE * PLUS: ALERT OF PAIN. There's a little around here. If you don't like it, don't read it. You've been warned. * Pairing: Balem x OC (Malena) * <18+ it's still not enough for this. Keep it to read only when you're at the university, lol> * * * (continuing...)          Excited, Malena obeyed him, getting kneeled before Balem and with no delay she spread her lips and received his length between them with a vulgar moaning of  satisfaction as she worked to make it to stiff between her anxious lips, what didn't take no long to happen, while over Malena's head Balem was  finishing to tear off one of the long sleeves of her silver dress, remaining just with it in his right hand as he threw the rest of it away at the floor at the bed. And as Balem found himself ready, his sex growing between her lips in an  extraordinary way due to the  phenomenal attention his she-slave was dedicating it, taking the tore sleeve of her dress he just blindfolded Malena with it, tying it over her eyes. And she moaned in pleasure as, making her then to stop what she was doing, Balem held her by her hair, keeping Malena halted, and that way he began to move his hips with impetus against her face, who held herself to his thin thighs, just letting him to take her entire mouth, while she moaned. Never Balem would be able to put it entirely into Malena's mouth as he seemed to intend to do, and she was truly almost gagging at each thrust of him into  her throat; but to listen at his low tone and guttural moans while he was doing that to her was arousing Malena in a way that she abandoned herself to moan out loud as well, superficially breathing, cause the feeling of being possessed and used by him that way it was delicious for her to the point of that there was no words to express as she felt then. And seeming to guess her thoughts, Balem moaned to her in middle of the noises that were escaping from his throat wrapped by  the high metal collar:          - What is the feeling of being taken this way, slave? Do you enjoy this?          It was obvious that she wasn't able to respond him, but it was exactly this what excited Balem the most while doing her this question, and leaving her hair and exiting from her mouth, that for an instant just stayed opened as if her just like didn't comprehend why did he done that, Balem commanded:          - To the bed. On your knees and hands, slave.          Closing her mouth and swallowing Malena stretched one of her arms into the bed's way behind her, grabbling to it, and she lifted herself up slowly, turning into its direction, still stretching her arms forward, and as they reached the bluish camp Malena felt both of her hands to ascend up weightless, but Balem, pressing the button behind his right ear, turned off the system, and then she got to get over the bed, still blindfolded, the bunch of grapes falling at her side. And crawling Malena went to the center of the large bed, panting by now, and soon she felt he was getting over behind her, taking position on his knees at her back, palming his large hands on the palpitating and trembling shapes of her butts, fawning it in a circular caress until Balem to turn his hands and slide descending both of them palmed through her thighs until they reach Malena's bent knees' back, scratching her skin with his nails as he restarted to come up, repeating the caress as he reached the top again.          And then with the fingers of his left hand he pulled apart her fold lips, sliding in sequence the medium finger of his right through the middle of them, and clapping his tongue as he heard her to moan so deliciously and as he saw his she-slave to softly arch her spine, Balem whispered, with a voice that caused her a shiver at the basis of her spine:          - So wet - and he slid his finger inside, making it to bend inside her, that once again arched her back and moaned, and pulling it out and sliding it along her femininity again he turned to say - So warm. Your body is imploring for mine. Perfection.          - Oh, yes, my Lord, I  implore - Malena moaned - Take me to yourself, I  implore.          A black smile showed on his face, but he stood still a little back on his knees, placing both his large hands on her butts and that time placing apart her fold lips with his thumbs; and inclining down his head he pointed out his tongue and glided it along of her sex for whole from down to up, and being overrun by a trembling Malena moaned out loud:          - Oh! My Lord!          Balem smiled mysteriously over her sex, proud and satisfied of the power he exerted over her, turning to repeat what he have done once more as his she-slave moaned out loud:          - Each part of my body implores for yours, my Master. Each part of my body belongs to you, Lord Balem, use what's yours. I  implore!          And having that terrible wicked smirk still on his face, Balem with no warning penetrated her at once, pulling Malena to himself with his both hands with strength, his growing nails digging into her flesh at each thrusting. And she  abandoned herself moaning out loud, Balem deriving pleasure of the deliciously vulgar way she was expressing herself, and after some good number of deep thrusts given into her with strength, he stretched one of his arms, pulling Malena back by her hair, making her to lift her torso up, and panting the she-slave stood on her knees, falling her head aside as he was asking, roaring on Malena's ear:          - To whom do you belong, she-slave?          - To you, my Lord, solely to you, my Lord.          Balem then slid his free hand along her sweaty and trembling body, keeping on to thrust inside her even at that position, and holding one of her breasts, he tightened it - And will you belong to someone else some other day?          - No! I rather die than do such, my beloved Lord!          And in a single gesture Balem tore away the blindfold from Malena's eyes, pushing her forward and making her to fall on her hands again, restarting to thrust against her with strength.          - My Lord... - she spoke out loud, in ecstasy - Possess me, Lord Balem, possess me... I belong to you, my Lord!          Inebriated with the way Malena was submissive to him and with the fact she felt an incredible pleasure with that, panting between his locked teeth Lord Balem felt uncommon desires and desired to satisfy them right there and right then: Bringing his right thumb to his lips, licking it to lubricate it, without stopping thrusting into her, he softly forced his thumb to inside of her back entrance, introducing there just its tip, as Malena moaned slightly in pain by this time, and noticing this, he left to fall from his lips over her a long string of spit, under which warm touch she moaned in pleasure, but he soon forced his finger inside again, then introducing it for whole, and as Balem had never made this to her before the expectation aroused her, although Malena was still feeling pain.          And just don't managing for long the hot and extremely tight feeling his thumb was experiencing, Balem desired another thing, and getting out from her while removing his finger as well, he made to fall over her back entrance another long string of saliva, that was only what he had at hand at that moment to make use, quickly placing the tip of his length there. But when he forced it to the inside, Malena moaned and contorted herself in pain.          - Relax! - he commanded, both hands stroking along of her buttocks, before to lead them to the curve of her groins and pull his slave to himself. Tears drained from Malena's eyes as his length getting to bend he felt the difficulty to get in, Balem moaning in pleasure now as he was pulling her with a hand of his while with the other he was arranging and holding to himself, forcing his entrance millimeter by millimeter, and with a wicked voice he grunted - You said that every part of your body were mine, and you implored me to use what is mine - moaning out loud she sobbed then, tightening her eyes, feeling him to get in more and more - And THIS is what I want by now.          - My Lord, please, make use of  mercy! It hurts, my Lord!          - Implore me for doing this - he commanded, ignoring her request.          - Lord Balem!          Getting to keep his length straight and grinding his teeth, making strength against her he entered then to the end, closing his eyes tight shut and retorting his neck back as he let a grunting to scape out, and in a single movement he cringed his belly and just pulled a half out, what made her to moan out loud in agony, and he spoked loud:          - Oh, Malena! Perfection!          - My beloved Lord, please!          - Quiet! Relax! - and he spitted  once more, at that time disdainfully, on the half of his own sex that was out before to once again introduce it inside her, starting to thrust on as he was grunting loud, barely supporting the pressure made by her virgin ass around his so potent length, and little by little a strange mixing of pain and pleasure installed itself on Malena, who was still weeping, but that by now restarting to incline her  hips up into his direction as before, at each thrust. And the pain was step by step disappearing, and a pleasure she didn't judge before that would exist began to show itself to her very slowly. And inclining himself over her back, getting too on his hands above her, Balem with one of his large hands made Malena to turn her face as he licked up one of her cheeks:          - It pleases me the taste of your tears, my she-slave. (to be continued...)

[ethereal-darkling]

CHARACTER SHEET

BASICS:

FULL NAME: Theodore Javaraya

NICKNAME: Theo; Smurf; Sugar;

GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 5’9”

AGE: Unknown [Appears to be 22]

ZODIAC: Aquarius

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English; (can occasionally and intuitively comprehend most other languages but can’t actually speak them himself.)

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS:

HAIR COLOR: Purple

EYE COLOR: Mint green

SKIN TONE: Sky blue

BODY TYPE: Lean; slightly bottom-heavy

VOICE: Light & honeyed; playful; occasionally sultry & velvety

DOMINANT HAND: Right hand

POSTURE: Relaxed and confident; graceful; flowing and expressive movements

SCARS: N/A (Skin is very smooth and unblemished)

TATTOOS: A small black heart on the right buttocks

BIRTHMARKS: N/A

MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S): His amiable smile; odd, slime-like “hair”, bare-footed

ADULT LIFE:

OCCUPATION: (Verse Dependent) Homeless; Hades’ Personal Assistant @ MoH Enterprises (w/ cieloreign); Craft Artist

CURRENT RESIDENCE: A small hut deep in the woods.

CLOSE FRIENDS: My muses: Odd & Freedom; w/ cieloreign: Marloo, Amira; w/ best-wolf-boi: Scott

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (w/ cieloreign: taken by Juke)

FINANCIAL STATUS: He gets by...

DRIVER’S LICENSE: Nonexistent

CRIMINAL RECORD: Difficult to trace LOL

VICES: Commitment issues; kleptomania; attention-seeking; promiscuity

SEX AND ROMANCE:

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Homosexual/Androsexual

PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE: submissive | dominant | switch

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE: submissive | dominant | switch Yes.

LIBIDO: HIGH.

TURN ON’S: Being sized up; pet names; dirty talk; domination-play; groping; biting; moaning; hot sensations

TURN OFF’S: Lack of physical contact; insecurity; clinginess; random moodiness

LOVE LANGUAGE: Compliments and physical intimacy

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES: Surprise attack hugs; teasing and playfulness; lets you share sweets with him; uses you as his test dummy for whatever arts and crafts project he’s working on.

MISCELLANEOUS:

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG: Detention- Melanie Martinez

HOBBIES TO PASS TIME: Thievery; collecting; bakery shop-hopping; sculpting; sewing; crochet; mixed media art; spontaneous dancing; going on walks in the park or a nearby forest.

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED: Mostly right brained.

PHOBIAS: Being caged or locked down; Being forgotten; Being betrayed; Being stripped of personal freedom

SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL: High

Tagged By: @lcbotomy

Tagging: @cieloreign @monstersmashed

[jasperrollswrites]

Ode to Fat

I always forget to post on this blog too...a simple weight gain commission for MysteriesOfMe.

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Bodies like oceans. Undulating, swaying, flowing. Rolling waves, swelling and breaking, crashing on the shores. Vast, untameable, raw, powerful, and always beautiful, no matter what anyone says. This is our tribute to hedonism, to corpulence, and unconventional beauty. One man’s trash is another’s treasure, and there is so much to treasure. This is our Ode to Fat.

A nice sentiment, to be sure, and a lot classier than the usual kind of thing you’d expect from a site like this. The text was in a nice, not too hard to read but smart looking font, coloured grey on a pure black background. Underneath it was a button to enter the site, and Merlin dutifully clicked it.

Ode to Fat (odetofat.me) was, from what Merlin had heard, a relatively new site for plus sized modelling and nudes. He’d seen mention of the place on a Discord server for appreciation of bear-ish people, and he had to say he did like its style so far. As Merlin watched the slick loading screen (a grey circular bar, looping around as it filled to 100), he put his chin in his hand, the the bristles of his unshaven chin pressing against the palm as he waited. The last rays of the sun were coming in through the window, the darkness setting in, and he looked around the room, noticing that it was quite dark inside and he hadn’t even noticed.

Standing up, he walked over to the light switch near the door, turning on the light, which took a moment to flicker into full brightness. He blinked, the light hurting his eyes, and he let them adjust before he moved over to the window to close the blinds. He was dressed kind of lazily today. He wore a regular cornflower blue shirt that was a loose enough fit to not cling too tightly to the slight pudge he had on his body, and some grey sweatpants. No socks or shoes, nothing like that. It had been a lazy day in general.

He pulled the blinds over the window and looked back at the computer, seeing that it had loaded and the site was now displaying a number of different models available to look at. They were all dressed up in various looks but the focus seemed to be mostly on class - nice suits and tuxedos. Merlin clicked on the first one that caught his eye, a blond-haired guy with a light, scruffy beard and a black bow tie ensemble.

The portfolio of chubby men was whisked away, and a full screen image of the man Merlin had clicked on appeared. He was sitting on a chair, leaning back into it, smiling naturally at the camera. A jaunty black square appeared and filled with a bio, identifying the man in question as Caleb.

The biography was, refreshingly, focused on Caleb as a person rather than as a necessarily sexual prospect. It detailed the kind of person he was, his interests, and some of his personal beliefs about what it was like being a fat person in society, and what that meant to him. Merlin scrolled down, and the pages shifted to show Caleb’s gallery of pictures and videos. As he scrolled down, the pictures seemed to progress from clothed to various states of undress, but after about 20 pictures, a lock symbol appeared.

Subscribe to gain unlimited access to Caleb’s gallery - and every other gallery on Ode to Fat.

Merlin stroked his chin. Maybe. Not yet. The site hadn’t quite won him over into thinking it was worth it. He backed out of Caleb’s profile, back to the main page, and clicked between a few of the other models available. They were all broadly similar in style - a bio about themselves, pictures of themselves getting progressively undressed, the most lewd ones locked off for subscribers only. There was a decent range of diversity in the men available, of various ethnicities and ages, clean shaven, big beards, some scruffier than others. Of note was the fact that they all seemed quite...comfortable. They were all quite nice looking too, of course. Merlin glanced up at the top of the screen, seeing an “About” tab, and clicked on it. Maybe this would elucidate his feelings about the site - understanding what exactly it was about.

Fat is beautiful. That is our belief. We reject the modern notions of conventional attraction - to be fat is not shameful, to be fat is not a sin. To be fat is to be just as worthy of love and happiness as any other person in the world. Thus, we created this website, our Ode to Fat, to spread our message that fat means there’s just more of a person to love.

This is not a place of degradation, of mocking and scorn. It is a place of appreciation. Our models have presented themselves exactly how they wanted to be presented, revealing as much as they want to reveal. Their gallery is what their fatness means to them, and you can appreciate it along with us.

Merlin’s brow furrowed. Interesting take. A refreshing one. A lot of sites for this kind of thing had this...mode of talking that he didn’t really like, talking about how disgustingly fat and piggish their models were, how they were such big hogs who couldn’t stop eating...on and on...sometimes there was a mood for that, but more often than not Merlin just wanted to sincerely appreciate the beauty in something that most might not find so beautiful, and that seemed to be the tone this group were going for.

He clicked to the next tab, subscriptions. It seemed to be a monthly model of varying tiers. $5 a month got you access to the galleries, and then increased price values allowed you to see bonus videos or photos, you could subscribe to a particular model and get updates specifically for them...there were a lot of options, certainly. There was also an option to sign up to become a model, but Merlin didn’t really look at it. He was chubby, but he wasn’t the kind of chubby these guys were. Seriously, some of these guys were like, real big.

He’d have to think about the subscription service. He was intrigued by what was available, but he didn’t know if he wanted to commit to paying a monthly service just yet. At the very least, he’d heard a couple of people say they were very happy with their subscriptions. 5 dollars, that was...what, £3? Wasn’t that bad a price to get access to the full galleries. Merlin tapped his desk as he thought. He could shell out that much a month, right? It was less than paying Netflix monthly, certainly. If he felt like he wasn’t happy with what he was getting he could pull out after a month. Only a little bit out of pocket. It wouldn’t be the biggest loss of money in the world.

He clicked on the button for the $5 subscription. It seemed the most reasonable, since he’d get pretty much what he wanted out of the site. He diligently went through the process of putting in his card information to set up the recurring payment. A few button clicks, and he was finished. He had access, an e-mail notification popped up in the corner of the screen to inform him his card had been charged. A little bit extra for the conversion charge, but not enough to make him think this might be a bad idea.

Might as well see what his subscription had gotten him. He clicked back to the main page, and went back to the first guy he’d taken a look at, Caleb. The profile loaded up in a couple of seconds, and he scrolled down to see what he’d been missing before. A bunch more pictures had opened up for viewing, and he clicked to examine them in closer detail.

He found himself breathing a sort of tiny sigh of relief, as the pictures all seemed to be of a tasteful sort, even with the increased nudity. There had been a part of him that had felt kind of...suspicious? Like once he’d hit the subscribe button it would’ve reverted to the same sort of degradation kind of thing a lot of sites followed, as some sort of subversion - build ‘em up and knock ‘em down, that sort of thing. He needn’t have worried, it seemed.

He looked closely at an image he’d brought up to full size on the screen. It was black and white. Caleb was looking out a window, no clothing on, a small smile playing on his lips. The camera was at a low angle, and there was a high contrast between the shadow and the light. There was something about the interplay between the two opposites that really just highlighted how big this guy was. His belly was satisfyingly round, coming out quite a ways before him, sagging down a little but pleasantly plump. His chest rested on the belly - he was slightly turned away from the camera, so only one nipple was showing, but the areola was pretty big making it stand out. The shadow slightly covered the curve of his buttock, but it could still be made out, and from what he could see it was a pretty big one, smooth and round, a bit like a beach ball, and he imagined the rest of the guy’s butt was much the same.

Merlin smiled a little wistfully. What a look. He wish he looked like that. He’d made a bit of an effort before, but getting to that level of fat was like a full time job - or at least, that was how it was for him. When he’d seen other guys talking about how they’d gotten so fat, it was a range of experience from a dedicated gaining diet, to “idk i just kind of ate a lot and ended up fat lol”. Some guys got all the luck. He’d ended up slightly chubby, but nowhere near the weight someone like Caleb was at.

Although, it seemed like this would not be the case for much longer.

Within Merlin’s body, something was happening, something had been activated on a biological level. Things like mitosis and cytokinesis, where cells divide into multiples of themselves, are a just a regular part of human and animal biology, but something had changed - it was happening faster, or maybe the mass had changed. It was unclear how, or why this had happened, but the broad stroke of it was this - the cells of fat that had made Merlin kind of chubby were suddenly multiplying, slowly at first, but then quickly picking up the pace. There wasn’t an immediate outward effect at first, but it would take a minute - a minute which Merlin had to continue looking around the site.

He’d clicked out of the picture he was admiring, and was now browsing around the other models, seeing who else he liked. His attention was mostly drawn to the more hirsute guys. They had a tendency to be pretty big in form, even compared against most fat guys, and he had always loved big beards. These guys had some pretty big beards, full and curly, some with some grey streaks to give them a feeling of maturity. It was a very attractive feature to Merlin.

As he browsed around, the division of cells was starting to take an effect upon his body. The fat was settling where it could, and it began with a fairly appropriate place - the belly. Bit by bit, second by second, his waistline slowly began to increase in width. Little streaks of discoloration began to appear across his stomach, stretch marks being drawn in as his skin realized that he was starting to increase in size, and stretching to accommodate the increasing mass. Merlin was yet to notice, focused as he was on the site, but it was only a matter of time.

Next, it was beginning to settle around his thighs. His legs were getting thicker, the fat starting to close the gap between his legs, while on the outside it was beginning to press against the arms of the chair he sat on. Merlin shifted, feeling a little uncomfortable. As he briefly pushed himself off the chair, his buttocks began to bloat, each cheek swelling in size, slowly at first, but then picking up speed, quickly beginning to fill out with fat, so that when he sat his butt back down in the seat, it pushed tightly against the back and sides, squeezing out through any gaps. It was something Merlin could not help but notice, and when he looked down to investigate the problem, it was a bit too late to do anything about it - not that he could have, if he wanted to.

The whole process was something like a stone rolling down a snowy hill - slow at first, and not making much progress, but picking up momentum and mass along the way, until it was unstoppable. In this overplayed metaphor, Merlin had already reached terminal velocity, and all there was left to do was ride it out and see what happened. There was a second or two of shock and surprise as Merlin stared down at his body, seeing it grow before his eyes. His shirt was pulled up as his belly flopped out, his belly button looking rather deep with the added fat. He placed a hand on the gut, feeling the doughy flesh give way rather easily, and feeling his hands increase in size a little, filling out with fat as well.

He blinked and came to his senses, trying to get out of the chair, but his growing thighs and buttocks had wedged him in it, and it was going to take a bit of effort to get him out. He’d need to be quick. He was only getting fatter as the seconds passed, and it would only get more difficult the longer he left it. He placed his hands on the armrests, and pushed, trying to lift his body out of the chair. He could hear it creaking as his weight increased. He had no way of telling, but his guess was that he was probably past the 300lb mark by this point.

He pushed down hard on the armrests, and as he did so, his upper body was gaining fat as well. His chest swelled, what would’ve been pecs on a muscular man becoming flabby and plump. They would’ve sagged down were it not for the enormous belly he’d already grown, instead settling softly atop the belly. His arms grew in size, fat, hanging off them, wobbling as he strained to pull himself out of the chair that a minute go, he had considered as perhaps slightly too big for him.

His fat thighs pulled against the plastic armrests, the bottom of the chair being pulled up with him as he stood on his feet, which had also grown in size to support his new pear-shaped body. He let off for a second, and then pushed down again with renewed strength, straining to pull his flabby body out of the chair. It was like a cartoon, the way his body popped out, making the chair clunk against the ground and causing him to stumble forward. Not used to his body’s new size, he fell forward with an extremely heavy thump.

He groaned a little, and placed a fat hand on the carpeted floor, pushing to attempt to roll himself over. It took a couple of tries, with how big he was, and the feeling of all his fat rolling with him as he did so was a very new sensation. His shirt pinged up, cleaving tightly to his chest, leaving his belly on full display. He was glad he was wearing sweatpants. He didn’t want to think about what might have happened had he been wearing a less flexible kind of pants.

For the moment, his spontaneous growth seemed to have halted, and he had a second to look himself over. Pushing himself into an upright position, and with a clearer mind, he slowly began to realize exactly how he looked, and he couldn’t help but have a feeling of awe. He was...mountainous was the word that came to mind. It might not be a bad estimate to say he’d tripled in size. He felt his own belly with both his hands - indeed, it was as soft and doughy as it had been before, giving way easily underneath his palms. He was so utterly huge it was a little scary, but Merlin couldn’t say he was unhappy about this sudden development. What was more an immediate concern for him was how this had even happened. Blowing up like this was something that happened in fantasies of his. But this...seemed like it was for real.

Before he had much more time to contemplate this, however, his transformation received a second wind. The focus here was on his head and face. Merlin had already been pretty chubby, as previously stated, but the fat was starting to fill his face out, making his cheeks rounder, and his nose became a little bit bigger. His face was gaining a sort of ruddy complexion, becoming redder, making him look a bit more jolly.

It wasn’t just fat that was increasing this time, though. He was getting a boost of testosterone, and then a subsequent conversion into DHT that was giving him a sudden growth of facial hair. Hair was pushing out on his upper lip, across his jaw, up the side of his face. A beard was growing in a matter of seconds, filling out to the kind of length that took many months to achieve. It quickly straightened out, full of volume, as its length reached down to just above his chest.

He was getting hair all over his body too, quickly becoming more hirsute moment by moment. A light dusting of little pushed out across his arms, his chest, his belly - actually, it was a little more than a light dusting on the chest, the hairs increasing in length, forming quite a thick carpet across his chest. Merlin pulled on the collar of his shirt to get a glance at it, and his beard slipped down into the gap he’d opened up. He laughed a little, pulling the beard out and letting the shirt ping back into place. God, this was...all very new, and all very agreeable, as far as he was concerned.

He stroked his new beard, closing his eyes and smiling. It felt very good to touch, smooth and silky. He didn’t even really want to question how this had happened any more. He just wanted to enjoy it. There was a deep satisfaction for him in being so big he could feel it. He was taking up so much space just sitting here on the floor. He might have almost found being stuck in the chair a little hot if it hadn’t been something of a pain. For a few minutes, he just sat there, feeling himself over, his hairy body, his thick and full beard, his flabby body, revelling in his size.

Eventually, he had to stand up and do something, however. Doing so was a little tough. His fat got in the way of the usual forms of standing up, and he had to do a combinations of rolling and leverage from the nearby bed before he was able to stand up on his feet. He had a new clarity of mind, and now that he had a second to think, his mind redirected towards the most obvious question - how?

The most obvious answer was what he had done seconds earlier. He had subscribed to the website, but Merlin couldn’t really see why or how doing such a thing would trigger such a spontaneous growth in him. He waddled - he chuckled to himself a little, he had to waddle now - back towards the computer. He was about to sit in the chair, but thought better of it. Either it would break under his weight, or he’d get even more stuck than he had been the first time. Neither sounded like the best option. He’d have to shell out some money for a bigger chair.

He looked at the site - it was where he’d left it, the gallery of an older guy called Solomon. Merlin looked down at himself briefly, noting he didn’t look all that different from the man on the screen any more. He moved the mouse around, clicking through the site, trying to find any indication of what had just happened, but there didn’t seem to be any. Was it a coincidence? Or was this what his friends had meant when they said the subscription was worth it…? Man, if this was what $5 did, what would the higher subscriptions do?

Merlin scratched his hair, his hand tracing down his sideburns. A lot of things about his life would have to change if this wasn’t just a temporary thing. He wondered how he’d pay for all the new stuff he’d have to buy to accommodate his new body. His eyes drifted towards the top right of the screen.

“Become a Model”

Merlin looked down at himself again. Now...that might not be such a bad idea.

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Don’t Spill (M)

A fic for Jin’s birthday!

Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning: Rough sex, spanking

Word count: 4,180 words

A/N: Another fic of Jin playing a wicked game with the reader. Maybe I should make a series out of these lol.

Disclaimer/Copyright

"Really now?"

"Really," you insist, slowly backing away as he advances forwards. "How am I supposed to know that Hoseok was coming with you?"

"Mmm," he hums softly, acknowledging your point. "Still, you didn't have to answer the door looking like that, did you?"

You look down at yourself. The normal oversized shirt you wear around the house is not out of the norm, but this particular one is white and translucent. It's no wonder that Hoseok's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when you opened the door earlier. With the afternoon sunlight shining through the door and basking you in it, you wonder what they saw. Simply the silhouette of your figure? Or did they see the outline of your breasts through your shirt? Or even your nipples, straining against the material at the thought of your boyfriend coming home? Did they see your panties, slowly getting damp from your arousal without even being touched? Endless possibilities race through your mind as you think of an answer to Jin's question.

Of course there is only course of action with Jin; the truth. You and Jin know no other way than to always be honest with each other. Always. This time is no exception. "I've been waiting for you to come home," your confession comes out soft and sheepish.

"Like this?" He repeats. "For everyone to see?" A gasp escapes your lips when you feel a sharp, horizontal edge poking against your back and your hands fly back to grip it reflexively. Without you realising it, he has backed you to the end of your dining table and he is still closing in on you. "Hoseok has no business seeing you like this," his voice is a low rumble as his mouth travels the length of your neck to your ear. After a long pause, Hoseok left in a hurry, stuttering a mumbled excuse that none of you can make sense of, at which point Jin turned towards you, eyes burning with passion and a little displeasure at his friend seeing you this way. Jin has absolute faith in you, but that doesn't mean that he isn't possessive. And when he gets the opportunity assert his dominance over you, he uses it well. "No one else should see you like this," he confirms, pressing into you, forcing your body to bend backwards from the force. He is relishing the soft pillows of your breasts pressing against his chest, but isn't enough. Nowhere near enough. Not for him. Not for you.

"You are mine," he growls into the shell of your ear as his hand drags from your hips up to the sides of your rib cage, sliding your thin shirt up along with it. "Mine and mine only. Am I right?"

Jin is so mean. He knows that he is right, but it is a sport for him to make you say it. It seems that he is determined to bring you out of your reserved shell whenever he can, in every way possible. As if it is not enough that he reduces you into a begging, trembling puddle of need every time he has his way with you. "Yes," you murmur softly against his dark hair.

"Yes, what?" He demands.

"I'm yours," you groan as a large hand cups your breast, thumb flicking against a sensitive nipple. "Only yours."

"So when Hoseok saw you like this..." his reprimand ends with a disapproving tsk-tsk, but it is difficult for you to feel scolded when he is teasing your tip into a rigid peak. Until he pulls his torso back, relieving you of part of his weight, and his other hand flies to grip your chin, forcing you to look into his darkened eyes. "Or do you want him to see you like this?"

"No!" The distance he has put between you allows your brain to function well enough to insist adamantly. Not being the sort to wear revealing clothes or show too much skin, the idea of anyone but your boyfriend seeing you like Hoseok did earlier embarrasses you to no end. Already you are dreading the next time you see him, wondering how you will manage to meet his eyes when he has seen you in something that leaves so little to the imagination.

"Hmm," Jin's hum sounds thoughtful, but he drops the issue of one of his close friends seeing you like this for now, to your relief. Both of you know that he loves and trusts you too much to keep you in the doghouse for too long when he is well aware it wasn't intentional. "So why have you been waiting for me to come home like this? You look good enough to eat."

He knows perfectly well why you are wearing something simple yet capable of seducing him. It is your own wicked way to subtly tell him what you want without actually saying it. You should have known that he will not let you get away without uttering the words. "Because I miss you. I haven't seen you in like two weeks," your soft answer is almost inaudible, but Jin's sharp ears do not miss a word.

For a moment, he sobers up from your confession. "I'm sorry love. It's work." Words meant to placate you, but you do not need them in the first place. You completely understand that both of you have lives outside of each other, and you are not so dependent that your world revolves around him. You only want him to know that even though you may not need him, you want him around. That his presence was missed.

"I don't mind." The corners of your mouth curl upwards into a smile, letting him know that you are not upset with him in the least. "I just miss you, is all."

Worries laid to rest, Jin switches back to his teasing persona. "Do you miss me, or do you miss this?" Without warning, he bucks his hips against yours, eliciting a gasp of surprise from you when the stiffness on the front of his jeans slides against your thinly clothed core.

"Both," you breathe truthfully.

"Hmm, I don't know," his tone is laced with mocking doubt.

Narrowed eyes meet his smouldering ones, knowing full well what he is up to. Jin is in a challenging mood. You are destined to lose, but not without putting up a fight. Although unsure which part of him that he doubts that you miss, you address the former, applying force through your palms on the surface of the table to push yourself up and against him. Fists bunch into the material of his shirt and you look up at him through your lashes, putting on a winning smile as you say, "I miss you all the time, Jin." Standing on your tiptoes, you press your lips against his in a sweet but non-invasive kiss, conveying to him that you do miss your boyfriend in his entirety, not just for his cock.

“Good, ‘cause I missed you too,” his words whispered against your lips are as tender as his hands on your waist, holding you as if you are a precious, fragile china doll. Until you catch his plump lower lip between your teeth as he breaks the kiss and remind him of his hard-wired instinct to put you in your place in these situations. “That is not going to prove anything,” he snarls.

So he wants you to prove that you miss him, does he? Flashing a smirk full of confidence at your boyfriend, you grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head without much resistance from him. Keeping your eyes on his darkening ones, you let your hands do the exploring on their own, guided by the planes of his upper body muscles, admiring his hard chest before you finally look away to revere him with your mouth. Kisses and light nips are showered from the crook of his neck, tracing his prominent collarbones down to his nipple. A sharp intake of breath that he does not manage to conceal when your wet tongue makes contact gives you an exhilarating surge of power, and you take full advantage of it. It does not take long for the tiny bud to harden underneath your hot muscle, but you keep laving it with your tongue for a while before giving the other one the same treatment, enjoying the way his body grows taut as he pretends to be unaffected.

Swiftly so he does not get a chance to stop you, you undo the button and zipper of his jeans. After tugging them down to his ankles, he is only left with his boxers. His erection that is barely contained by the flimsy piece of clothing feels unbelievably good against your soaking core, so you grasp his firm buttocks, pressing him against you tightly, your desire and drive to rise to his challenge making you utterly shameless. Head buzzing from the pleasure of dry humping him, you lose track of your primary objective, unaware of how much time has passed until Jin’s deep groan snaps you back to your senses.

Inwardly berating yourself for letting your arousal take over your senses, you sink down to your knees, taking care not to bump your back against the table. You cannot help the saliva pooling in your mouth at the sight right in front of your eyes. Even covered with his underwear, Jin’s cock is so hard it almost looks painful. Lifting your head up ever so slightly, you look at him through your eyelashes, intending to ask for his permission but all you can see is his closed eyelids as he takes deep breaths to calm himself, so you decide to go ahead and proceed. With a satisfied smirk and one determined tug, his last piece of clothing joins his jeans. The faint scent of him that has been wafting through the material is now all the more potent without it, making you dizzy with growing need.

Although your actual goal is to arouse him, you find your own breath growing heavy as you inch closer and closer to him. The kittenish licks you lace over the tip of his cock can be misconstrued as teasing, which is a plus in this situation, but you are really just trying not to let your insatiable hunger for him show too obviously. You still have a little pride left in you after all. However, your ego can only carry you so far, for all too soon you cannot help but give in to your desire, your mouth enveloping the head before slowly swallowing the rest of him. Bit by bit you move in, taking more and more of him, moving closer and closer until you hit the base. The needy groan sounding from above you, unsuccessfully smothered is well worth having to fight the urge to gag. You remain there until it becomes too much, until you regretfully are forced to pull back.

Only to seize a few gulps of well-needed oxygen, and then you are going in again. And again. His skin under your tongue is hot with lust, the precum dripping from its end a slightly salty treat for your throat and you enjoy every bit of it. Your hands grip his thighs to keep balance as your mouth does all the work, every dip into him growing more intense. From simply taking him into the warm recesses of your mouth, then adding your tongue to swirl all over him, next sucking in your cheeks, to swallowing around him. Over and over, more and more, until you are forcibly pulled off of him and hauled to your feet.

A squeal that is short and a little painful on your overworked throat escapes you when he swiftly turns you around and presses your upper body into the table. His voice growling into your ear is raspy, “I think there is a better place you’d prefer me to finish in.” Having the non-existent breath knocked out of you when your chest hit the surface of the table, you can only let out a breathy gasp when he pulls your shirt up to the middle of your back before pulling your panties down with one decisive yank.

“Already soaking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet,” he states with proud satisfaction. You know that he is looking at your dripping pussy even if you cannot see him behind you, and the thought makes you squirm, from embarrassment or arousal, you have no idea. Perhaps both. But instead of sinking his cock into you like you want him to, he slams two long fingers inside your heat. Even so, it is enough to make you moan in pleasure. The squelching sounds that your sopping pussy is making every time he pushes his fingers into you is almost as embarrassing as the sight you know you are offering him, especially when his free hand gropes your ass cheek, spreading you further apart so he can watch his fingers pleasuring you. Jin knows just how to push your buttons, driving you up the wall with every calculated movement. His fingers curl to scrape against the sensitive spot inside you every time he moves, and your breathing grows even shallower although there is no longer anything blocking your airway. It does not help when he leans down to press his chest against your back, and his sinful mouth against your ear, whispering dirty words and challenging questions that you cannot refute, because his words are true and you want him to follow through with each threat that falls into your ear and hits you all the way to your throbbing core.

“Just how much do you miss me, hmm? Look at you, already panting like a good little puppy, just wanting to come. Maybe I should tie you up and play with you until you can’t move anymore,” he continues to pour oil into the already smouldering embers of your desire, just waiting for you to combust into a raging bonfire of ecstasy. Closing your eyes, you whimper as you approach his goal, your legs starting to shake as your walls tremble from your impending orgasm. But just before you can reach it, Jin cruelly pulls out of you completely.

Your cries increase in volume with frustration at being left high and dry. His amused, hearty chuckle blowing the strands of your hair is not making you feel any better, only serving to incense you even further. Unfortunately his oppressing yet reassuring weight is still keeping you down, preventing you from turning around and exacting your revenge on him. “You want my dick so much, but can you take it?” The question comes out in several raspy breaths, telling you that he is not as unaffected as he wants you to believe.

“I can,” you pant back, desperate to have him inside you, filling you, making you whole again after so long.

“Hmm.” That thoughtful hum vibrates a little too deliciously against your hungry body, but it soon disappears when he lifts himself up, pushing away from you. Before you can utter a word of protest, he warns, “Wait here, my little pet.” Being partially obedient, you reason to yourself, you turn your head to follow his leisurely stroll while keeping yourself plastered onto the table, but it is useless as he enters the confines of the kitchen and out of your sight. Resting your head on the wooden surface, you close your eyes to try and focus on the sounds that he is making, actively trying to ignore the pitiful throbbing of your abandoned center. Of course the latter wins out in the end, and you are left clenching your walls around nothing, not noticing Jin until he returns to his previous position behind you.

Two transparent glasses filled to the brim with water set close to each of your hands are met with confusion. “Let’s play a game.” The short time away from you has allowed him to regain a little of his composure, lending him the playful tone you know he employs when he is about to engage you in one of his one-sided games that always turns you into a puddle of wanton mess. Still, you only wait curiously as he slides the glasses closer and coaxes your hands to wrap around them. “I’ll give my pet what she wants, since she said she can take my cock, but she can’t spill one drop.”

“That’s—“ before you can finish filing your complaint, he nudges your legs even further away from each other so he can settle between them more comfortably and pushes himself into you. Just the pressure exerted by the head of his cock pushing insistently against you is enough to cut short any protests you may have, and the subsequent stretch of your walls by the rest of him leaves you moaning helplessly, even though he is entering you at a glacial pace. Only when he is buried to the hilt inside you do you remember the glasses, but he has gone in so slowly that nothing has spilled.

A sigh of relief released from you is correctly interpreted. “Looks like you’re doing well so far, love,” he praises, running the very tips of his fingers along your back, sending shivers down your spine at the contact. “Let’s see how long you can last.” With that, he withdraws, only to ram back into you so forcefully you would have fallen down if you are not bent over the table. As it is, you slide forward, helplessly watching the liquid slosh all over your hands with wide eyes as you grunt from the impact.

“That’s unfair,” you cry out, but Jin’s games has never been fair. On the other hand, the punishments he doles out always tamper down your complaints, because he knows as well as you do that you love them more than you will ever admit. This time is no exception. A loud crack followed by a surprised squeal echoes throughout the room, and you can feel your ass tingling from his slap.

“Don’t spill,” he repeats, but his next thrust into you is just as powerful as the last, if not more, and you cannot stop the water from spilling any more than you can prevent the moan escaping past your lips. Each thrust is followed by a sound smack on your plump flesh, but they only serve to make you wetter, only cause your moans to grow louder, only lead you closer to your peak. In a desperate attempt to win at the game, you lift the glasses in the air, resting your upper body weight on your elbows, but it is of no use. Jin’s thrusts are too hard to be withstood. The grip of his other hand squeezes your waist, bruising your skin as he feels you tighten every time he pushes into you, every time a blow lands on your buttocks. “Are you actually enjoying your punishment, you naughty pet? Do you like it when I fuck you hard? Or do you love being hit like a bad girl?”

“Both,” you sob as his rigid hardness forces your walls apart again, the friction between the two of you heightened by the sharp slap that follows. “I love both!”

“What a nasty pet I have here,” his venomous accusation is tainted by his intense lust for you. “But at least you are honest.” Completely losing against the battle of wills with himself, he uses the excuse to stop your punishment so he can hold onto you with both hands, keeping you in place as he finally gives into his own needs. In a way, this is even more difficult for you to bear. Without needing to stop to dole out your punishment, he can ram into you unimpeded, building in momentum and force, pushing you towards the edge much faster than before. It is just as well, since you have spilled so much water that less than a quarter of the glasses remain filled. Already your legs are quivering once more, the knot in your belly tightening into a swelling impossible to undo, only able to explode. And you give in to it, bursting in a mess of desperate cries and moans as your whole body shakes with the quake of your orgasm. Every ounce of energy directed towards your core, your limbs grow weak, and before you can grasp at reality one of your hands has already loosened its hold on the glass in it. A loud thunk jolts you back from the clouds Jin has rocketed you to, but you can only watch it roll off the table and shatter onto the floor.

In your panic, you senselessly slam the other glass onto the hard wooden surface of the table as your eyes follow the first one’s suicidal journey to the floor. A chilling, tight sound emanates from your palm as it cracks under the impact, but manages to remain whole. “Let go of it,” Jin’s instruction is soft and deep, and when you remain too dazed to comply, he takes it from your hand and places it away from you himself, the gesture gentle compared to the way he continues to pound into you.

“Jin, I can’t,” you sob. His hard cock scraping against your walls so rapidly just after you came is too much.

“Then, do you want me to stop?”

His tone is teasing because he knows what your answer will be. He knows full well that you would never ask him to stop. Your pitiful whimper as the overstimulation loses to another building fire inside you says it all. “I thought not,” he exhales triumphantly, tightening his hold on you so he can pound into you harder. Chasing after his own release, his thrusts become more savage, faster, pistoning so violently that edges of pain threatens to encroach upon your passion, but it only feeds your insatiable lust for him.

“Jin, Jin,” you gasp, feeling another high approaching, but instead of obliging, he stops, leaning in to bury himself deeper inside you.

“Why should I let you come again?” A query that is almost menacing, staving off your complaints. “You spilled all that water, and you even broke the glasses. Why should you be rewarded?”

“Please, Jin, let me come,” you beg shamelessly. The only thing in your mind is experiencing euphoria at his hands again, no matter the cost. “I’ll do anything!”

“Anything, huh?” Without warning, without words, he starts plowing into you again, his thrusts growing as erratic as his breathing. A hand brought down so his fingers can toy with your clit brings the fierce pleasure back with a vengeance, causing you to call out his name as he sends you hurtling down the cliff again. Your pussy clamping down on him for the second time is too much for him to take and after a few last strokes, he joins you in your hedonistic release.

If not for Jin pressing you against the table, your quaking legs would have caused you to crumple to the floor. Thankfully he knows you well enough to sense that your limbs are too weak to support you, so it is with care that he pulls away, retaining his hold on you, now firm instead of bruising to prevent you from falling and hurting yourself. Settling himself cross-legged on the floor, he fits you across his lap, raining gentle loving kisses on your face and making sure you are fine, paying more attention to the hand that was holding the cracked glass. Unable to muster the strength to tell him that you are okay, you nod reassuringly, then allow him to check for himself anyway.

Once he is convinced that all you need is a good rest, he slides an arm under your knees while the other supports your back and lifts you up with him. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, you snuggle close to him, basking in his warmth and the aftermath of your fierce lovemaking. You can hear his heartbeat when you press your ear against his chest, and even though it is still beating a tad too fast from his earlier exertion, it is still comforting. Releasing him so he can lower you into the bathtub is almost a shame, but he reassures that he will join you soon as he twists on the taps, making sure the water filling the tub is not too scalding or too cold.

“I’ll come back after I clean up the mess,” he promises, referring to the water you have spilled earlier as well as the broken glasses. Satisfied that you are taken care of for the time being, he pecks a quick kiss on your lips before looking into your bleary eyes to offer you a reminder before he makes his temporary departure. “I’ll also buy you new glasses, but don’t forget that you promised me anything I want.”

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Chlonath Week - Day 3 : Art

Why do I always make one-shots longer than I expect... ? T_T No matter, here is a one-shot Chlonath whose theme is "Art". I know that the date of chlonath week is far outdated, but to be honest, I still need time to come up with good ideas about the given themes and... most often I always get my ideas only when the special weeks are over lol

Hope you like it, guys !

"Why did I agree to help you, seriously ?" Chloe grumbled as she sat down on a small wheelchair.

She was in the red-headed workshop, arms and legs crossed, and openly stared at the iron pots in which were dry and colored brushes, dirty rags daubed on worktops, as well as various paintings placed one throughout the room.

"Why ? Because I'm a very good speaker ?" Nathaniel joked as he walked past her.

"As if !" She retorted, turning exaggeratedly her head, her nose in the air. “You're barely speaking in class !”

She was right. It wasn’t because of his skills as an orator that he had convinced the blonde but rather his logical deduction. He had just said the right words to her classmate and she had ended by biting the hook. Because, of course, Chloe's oversized ego didn’t hold up when she told him that he had reserved enough room in the center of his painting only for her, that his project would necessarily be the best of the contest with the participation of "Mayor’s daughter", that he would be seen by the greatest artists of Paris, and that the prize of the winner was 3,000 euros.

"So ? What do I have to do ?” The blonde asked. "Don’t move, I'll explain it to you right away.” Nathaniel replied, bringing back a large picture hidden by a piece of cloth, which he placed on an easel in front of her.

The red-haired gently pulled out the fabric and walked away one step to lay his buttocks on the edge of one of his worktops, arms crossed, watching Chloe's reaction at the sight of his work. She was silent and silently detailed her work. Several hand prints of different colors and sizes were dispatched on the board. There were small roses, violet fines, medium orange, gray, black, larger imprints to the magenta, blue, green, brown or red color. Only a white space remained in the middle of the canvas, a sign that, as Nathaniel had promised, it was the place where Chloe should add her stone to the building. 

The blonde girl blinked to catch her mind and pointed at the painting with her index finger.

"Wait, you're not going to tell me that I'm going to have to put my handprints full of foul and chemical paintings on it ?"

"I'm afraid that if, Mademoiselle Bourgeois." He confessed in the greatest calm.

"What ?! And my manicure then ?! I was at the beauty institute last week ! You did it on purpose, confess !" She scowled, frowning.

Nathaniel moved uncomfortably under the discontent of the mayor's daughter who also blamed him for hiding this information. He put a hand through his hair and sighed softly.

"I didn’t do it on purpose. And if I didn’t go into the details it's because, from one, you didn’t give me more time to speak, and two, if I had, you would directly refuse. And since you want to know everything, the theme of the contest is "Friendship".” "Friendship ?” Chloe repeated, blinking. "Yes. I know that we are far from being friends but... I felt bad about asking the whole class to participate in my project and just dismissing you because nobody loves you.” "Pardon ?! I don’t need your pity, Nathaniel ! And then I remind you that everyone adores me !"

The sentence of the mayor's daughter remained suspended in the air for several seconds when neither of the two college students spoke. After taking a deep breath, Nathaniel finally turned her head towards Chloe, and crossed the two blue orbs of her classmate. "I don’t have pity on you, Chloe. We must create what represents friendship for us. And for me, I don’t have much bonds with others, even though I'm not so close to them, I consider the class like my friends. And I sincerely hope that you too participate in my work. So... do you still want to put your fingerprint on it...? Or not... ?"

Chloe sustained the azure gaze of the artist. In view of her pinched lips and her slightly wrinkled forehead, she seemed to be debating inside her choice. After several seconds of heavy silence, the blonde finally slammed her tongue at the palace and turned her head swinging her ponytail up, frowning. "All right, it’s okay. Anyway, if I don’t, your shabby painting never won the victory.” "Thank you, Chloe.” "Hurry up. I don’t have all afternoon free !” She grunted.

Nathaniel advised her to remove her yellow jacket if she didn’t want to do any task -in case, what she did while making a comment on the exorbitant price of his garment. Then he hurried to unhook the board lay flat on the floor, took a jar of yellow paint near a pile of other plastic pots, and brought it back to Chloe's feet. Finally, he asked the mayor's daughter to sit on her knees while he crouched and opened the yellow jar. The strong odor of the paint immediately attacked Chloe's nostrils, which grimaced and groaned in disgust, dragging theatrical her head away. "Just the smell makes me want to vomit...!” "Yeah well, keep it to yourself. So, that's what I'd like you to do : you'd have to plunge your hands into the paint, lift them over the pot and let the surplus fall inside, and then as soon as nothing flow, you put and gently press your palms on the canvas. And be careful that your fingers are well apart. You can do it ?” "You're kidding ? Do you know who I am ? I can do this without any problem !” She asserted, her back straight, full of confidence. "In that case, make, Your Highness." Nathaniel allowed a gesture of his hands.

Her nickname full of sarcasm was not at all appreciated since the blonde glared at him and ordered him never to call her that again. She then turned to the jar of paint, pulled up her sleeves and plunged her fine hands into the yellow liquid.

"Ugh, it's disgusting... !" The blonde droped, wincing a second time. "I swear, if I have pimples or other atrocities on my hands after that, I'll rotting your life until the end of the year... !"

"It's only a month before the end of the year." He replied in a phlegmatic tone.

"Well, it will be still a month of hell, my dear Nathaniel !"

With a brief sigh, he placed his forearms on his thighs and quietly took the talk while hoping that his look was reassuring.

"Believe me, it will not do you anything. It is made specifically for the skin. And then, it's been a while since the rest of the class helped me. Have you seen anything strange about their hands for a few weeks ? Buttons ? Warts ? Burns ?"

"...No." She mumbled after a moment's reflection.

"Then you have no reason to be afraid." He smiled.

She buzzed in response, and Nathaniel didn't know whether it was a negative or positive buzz. Shrugging his shoulders, he finally knelt down and turned to the blonde to watch her work.

Leaning over the board, she was concentrated, and remained motionless for a few seconds before catching Nathaniel's azure gaze with a brief glance.

"After that ? What do I do ?" She asked.

"Now gently take off your palms from the canvas and straighten yourself by quickly removing your hands so that there are no drops of paint falling on it."

With a nod, she obeyed Nathaniel's advice and straightened up, resting her buttocks on her heels, not without sighing openly. "You see, it was't very difficult.” Reassured the redhead in a frank smile. "You see, I can perfectly do these things without problems.” She retorted proudly. In spite of her boastful air and her nose in the air, the artist felt that she was really relieved not to have blundered and not spoiled her project. Nathaniel straightened up to take the board and put it next to him, on his worktop, so that it could dry quietly. Chloe, meanwhile, had also stood upright and stood awkwardly standing, elbows glued to her ribs, broken wrists, as if they were disarticulated.

Looking down at her hands still full of yellow paint, Chloe grimaced. She should do again her manicure and all the proper care to have soft hands and perfect. But as she wondered how she was going to get rid of the remaining paint on her hands, the blonde felt a machiavellian smile stretching her lips gradually. An idea had just germinated in her mind. Calling Nathaniel as she stepped toward him, she instantly raised her hands to gently slam her palms on Nathaniel's cheeks -who surprised him, startled-, and wiped them in an unwanted caress. She ignored the jump that her stomach had just made and cackled while distancing herself from him. "Well, voilà ! There, you are at last nice to look at !" "I don’t think so, no." Replied the concerned, disgruntled, the cheekbones slightly pink despite the yellow paint.

Nathaniel tried to remove the paint from his cheeks but his efforts were unsuccessful since he tartined even more than before and found himself with the lower face all yellow. The sight chloped Chloe again.

"Gosh, if only I could take my cell phone and take a picture..." She laughed.

"Thank you but not thanks.” The redhead grumbled.

"Wait, there's still..." Chloe suddenly warned as she approached a second time and wiped the back of her hands on Nathaniel's gray tee-shirt.

“Stop, this is my favorite tee-shirt !” He protested as he tried to pull away.

But the damage was done. And the bottom of his gray tee-shirt was now covered with yellow canary. The mixture of color still remained harmonious but for the principle, -and because Chloe don’t had manners, he couldn’t help being irritated. "Oh, it's ok." The blonde replied, sweeping her hand. “I've made it much more beautiful than before, if you want my humble opinion.” "I don’t care, of your humble opinion ! You couldn’t have taken the dishcloths that were on my worktops ?” The redhead complained. "And get abominable infections ? No, but do you have any idea how many microbes there are inside your rags ?"

The mayor's daughter did'nt wait for her classmate's answers and went to explore the room to open the only other door that was available at the back of the room. The wooden door led to a mini bathroom which served Nathaniel as a place to wash all of its art utensils. Barely three minutes later, the bitch was back, her hands clean, put on her yellow jacket in silence, then leaned beside the wheelchair to retrieve her handbag, which she wedged on her right shoulder, and turned her head towards Nathaniel. He seemed to be muttering insults between his teeth, his head lowered on his precious garment, but Chloe didn’t bother about it in the least and cleared her throat to attract his attention.

"Is it good for painting ? I can leave ?” She asked. He blinked his eyelids, stammering a "Huh ? Ah, um, I... ", looked down at her now finished work, smiled slightly, nodding, and raised her chin to her. "Yes, it’s perfect. Thank, Chloe.” "Yeah yeah, that's it. You have better to win the first place and get the 3,000 euros.” The blonde answered nonchalantly as she left the red-head shop.

Two days later, when Nathaniel arrived at school with the same gray t-shirt with yellow paint, Rose was worried about his favorite garment and while he replied that he liked it much better like this, Chloe couldn't help to missing a heartbeat and to feel, in spite of herself, her ears as well as her cheeks ignite.

[bubblyani]

Lovesick (Alfie x Reader)

Alfie Solomons One Shot 

Genre: Fluff

Author’s Note: Special shout out to @accidentalmobhusband for inspiring me to write this (Alfie Bait did the trick lol) .  Btw, totally feeling the #MrsSolomonsmood. Hope you all enjoy this!

“That was fuckin’ delicious pet…” Alfie said with his mouth full.

You chuckled, “Well, I’m happy you liked it”

“Like? Bloody hell…I fuckin’ loved it!”

It was no secret you knew your way around the kitchen, and those who were fortunate enough to grab a bite never did hesitate to praise. But nothing pleased you more than to hear that praise escape Alfie Solomon’s lips when he was well fed and happy. This morning was also no exception.

Dusting the crumbs off his hands, Mr. Solomons picked up the newspaper, reading it with much intent, the bridge of his nose adorned with his glasses.

As you finished off the last bite, you found yourself staring at him while you slowly sipped your coffee. Suddenly, you felt warmth that engulfed the place you called your heart. With your elbows resting on the table, palms on your face like a love-struck teenager, you couldn't help but watch him lovingly.

For a second you could not believe this man, was yours to love. For a second, you couldn’t imagine he chose you above all others. All these thoughts and emotions washed all over you like cool water on a summer’s day.

The chair creaked a little as you got up, and slowly walked over to him. Looking over his newspaper, Alfie found it hard to read your casual expression.

“Pet?”

Taking the paper off his hands, you carefully placed it on the table. Leaning against the table, you pushed it back with your buttocks. As you maintained eye contact with him, Alfie did not protest, but merely watched you with curiosity. With lips parted, you made enough room to sit on his lap. Hands gently touching his face, you took his glasses off, brushing your nose against his own with a warm smile.

“Oh Alfie…” you whispered, lightly scratching his beard “I’m so happy you’re mine…” your eyes twinkled brighter than the stars.

“Pet…why the sudde-?” you weren’t patient enough to answer that , for all you wanted was to plant a kiss on his lips, a kiss filled with the purest form of her love for him. Alfie’s hand slithered around your waist, pulling you close.

“Nothing…just…” kissing him again, you continued “…just one of those moments where I felt grateful…” you said, moving to kiss both his cheeks, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose.

You suddenly gasped when Alfie picked you up bridal style with a proud smile on his face, and moved out of the kitchen.  

“Alfie…” you uttered, your arms wrapped around his neck, “…what’s going on?” in a confused tone.

“Well, I’m fuckin’ takin’ you upstairs …it ain’t a fuckin’ riddle, innit? ” he said as he climbed up the stairs “You started somethin’ pet, and I’m feelin’ quite thankful myself ” he said in a matter a fact tone, indicating his pants.

You giggled, quite amused, “Oooh…, I can assure you I’m more than happy to receive thanks….Ah!” you gasped as he attacked your neck with his lips.

“Just so you know,…” he growled, “… I’ll be late to work now, cause of you…” he said as he continued to savor you, his growl changing into a visible purr, making you blush.

“Well then, I might as well apologize in advance…” you replied with a moan as you cupped his face, kissing him with much hunger and impatience, suddenly bursting into fits of laughter as Alfie Solomons dramatically kicked the bedroom door open.

[athyrabunlord]

[Animus AU] Our Contract

Concept Arts /Character Backgrounds: [Law Enforcement] [Fuurin Shrine] [Ohara Apothecary] [Chibi Icons]

Blips: [Of Cats and Thieves] (pilot blip) | [Our Contract]

A/N: Here’s the Yohariko + Guilty Kiss family blip, which came first in this poll. Note that while this is technically the first ever blip written for the Animus AU, treat this like an interlude chapter that happened after a few story arcs. (Since this AU doesn’t have consecutive chapters, anything I write will be all over the place in terms of the ‘timeline’) Summary: Yohane shared an intimate moment with Riko, and pondered about their stay here at Uchiura with Mari. Words: 2,804 Rated R-15 (I think? I can’t rate lol)

Yohane’s eyes snapped open, her senses high on alert and sleepiness vanishing. Ever since her body’s drastic transformation, she had been finding it difficult to fall asleep at night and any minute noise or movement could wake her. Her eyes rapidly adjusted to the darkness and soon, she found the source of disturbance.

Her tail reached for the box underneath the bed and deftly scooped up a candle. She gingerly lit it up and placed it on the nightstand before turning around to gaze at the woman curled up beside her.

Riko’s brows were furrowed in distress with beads of cold sweat and tears trickling down her cheeks. Her whimpering, though muffled by her gritted teeth, made Yohane’s heart clench in helplessness. She twirled the tip of her tail near the small flame, prompting it to blaze and illuminate the room more for Riko’s benefit.

“Lily…” She whispered. “Wake up.”

Her lover grimaced but remained trapped in her nightmare.

“Lily!”

Yohane frowned and carefully shook her but to no avail. She licked her dry lips and uttered with more urgency. “Riko!”

Amber eyes slowly blinked open, her gaze blank in terror and bewilderment. Riko blindly reached for Yohane, who interlaced their fingers and squeezed her hand in comfort.

“I’m here, Riko.”

The burgundy-haired woman winced and shook her head as if to regain composure. Her voice, however, was hoarse and trembled in fatigue while she wiped at her face. “I’m s-sorry, Yocchan, for waking you up again. I’m okay, really, so you-”

“Stop that. It’s only me here… Lily.” Their eyes met and Yohane pulled her lover’s hand towards her lips, kissing it. “It’s only me here. You don’t have to put up a tough front, yeah?”

People saw Riko as an aloof and even intimidating bodyguard, or a quiet and nice nurse who took her job seriously, but Yohane and Mari understood her true self. Even then, Mari only knew that much. Yohane knew all of Riko. Such privilege came with responsibility, though she would still try her best to assuage her lover’s fears regardless of anything else.

“You’ve been having nightmares again since we came to this country, right?”

Riko nodded slowly, her thumb daintily brushing over Yohane’s cheek. “I thought I’ve gotten better. But those butterflies, youkais and all those… incidents, they are doing something to us, aren’t they?”

Likewise, Yohane also felt off here in Uchiura. She liked the town, liked it a lot in fact, but something in the air made her restless. It was maddening, really, to be unable to pinpoint the source. Sometimes her emotions took control so strongly that half of the time she wasn’t even aware what she had said or done until a moment after the fact.

She shifted closer, her lips curving at the sensation of her lover’s body heat so intimately close against her own. “I suppose, but as long as I’m around you, I still feel like myself.”

Perhaps, due to their unwitting contract.

Riko smiled a little, a pretty but sad smile. The light from the candle’s ember flickered in her amber eyes, yet its brilliance did not conceal the remorse seeping from her gaze. She reached over Yohane’s shoulder and gently caressed the bony wings, mindful of the delicate membranes. It felt itchy and even a bit pleasant, compelling her to stretch one wing.

The resulting shadow fleetingly encompassed the two women in darkness before the wing folded and allowed the faint light to envelope them again.

“I made you into this…”

“I’ve told you many times already, Lily, I’m fine with it. I’ve long grown used to it-”

“But you shouldn’t have to! You can’t sleep well, you can’t wear whatever you wish. You… you couldn’t live like a normal woman…”

Yohane met Riko’s fierce gaze, unflinchingly. While it was true that her back got sore and her wings turned numb if her sleeping position wasn’t right, it was a minor inconvenience. Her sporadic episodes of insomnia and limited clothing choice were nothing compared to the emotional torments that her lover suffered daily.

“You aren’t either. You’re putting too much responsibility on your shoulders - I was at fault, remember? You were the cautious one, I was the one who convinced you to go ahead with the experiment.”

“Yocchan…”

Displeased by Riko’s guilt-laced tone, Yohane straddled her and shivered at the tingling sensation of her bare legs against the former’s naked hips. As expected, Riko blushed hard and hastily looked away from Yohane’s breasts, now no longer veiled by the blanket and shadows. She was always like this, reserved and bashful, even though she could be quite passionate whenever they made love. Just hours ago, she was the one who arduously etched those hickies over her cleavage. Yohane found this quality, along with countless others, utterly endearing.

“Look at me.”

Riko pursed her lips but obediently looked up. Yohane smiled tenderly and leaned down so that their foreheads were almost touching. Her raven-colored hair cascaded and draped around them like a silken curtain.

“This bonds you to me,” she gently tugged Riko’s hand over her spine, over the sakura tattoos. “And me to you.” Her hand ghosted over Riko’s back and whimsically traced the intricate winged tattoos marring the latter’s smooth skin.

“...our contract, that chained you to me-”

“No, that’s not it,” her voice softened with each word. “A contract to make each other happy.”

Amber eyes widened slightly before they closed for a moment. When they reopened again, they were filled with raw emotions. “You’re right. I’m sorry for all that earlier. It doesn’t matter what happens, in the past or in the future. Only one thing matters.”

“Lily-?”

Riko kissed her chastely then. “I love you.”

Yohane smiled against her lover’s lips and returned the gesture just as softly. “I love you too.”

Indeed, they had each other and that was all that mattered.

Their slow kisses gradually grew deeper and more ardent, with Yohane pressing herself flush against the woman beneath her. Riko hissed in pleasure at the heated friction between their breasts and pulled Yohane into a rough kiss. Yohane parted her lips automatically, moaning as their tongues entwined in fervor. Riko licked at her fang, playfully and sensually. In return, Yohane shifted and tilted her chin, nipping her lower lip and drawing blood.

Growling, Riko grasped at Yohane’s buttocks hard before scratching upwards and caressed the spinal dimple just above her tail. The appendage coiled around Riko’s wrist, feebly attempting to pull it away from the sensitive spot.

“Ah...nngh... Lily…” Yohane panted and rested her head against the crook of her lover’s neck, feeling her legs weakening even more so when the latter deviously rubbed her knee against her inner thigh.

“Yocchan is so cute.”

“Hnff, o-of course the great Yohane is cute.” She tugged Riko’s hand towards her mouth and began licking each finger, twirling her tongue along those slender digits and in between them. She sucked and nibbled languidly, relishing in the inexplicable taste as she dragged her fangs across the soft skin.  

The characteristic blush returned to Riko’s cheeks again. “... Yocchan is erotic…”

She raised an eyebrow and gazed down at her lover. Deep burgundy hair pooled over the sheets like red wine, with several disheveled strands draped over her shapely breasts and flushed skin. So inviting, so tantalizing.

“...Lily is the erotic one...” Yohane swallowed hard, mesmerized by the ambrosia that was solely for her taking. The tips of her fingers brushed over Riko’s cleavage and collar bones until they rested against her parted lips.

Riko flicked her tongue over Yohane’s fingers and nuzzled against them before peering up at her through half-lidded eyes. Such a coy gesture only seemed so much more alluring under the faint glow of the candle light.

Yohane was hopelessly drunk on the woman named Sakurauchi Riko. Her one and only Lily.

She captured Riko’s lips again and again in lustful kisses, and soon the pair of lovers lost themselves in each other.

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Yohane suppressed a yawn as she slowly descended the stairs. She glanced outside the window and groaned at the sight of breaking dawn. It was almost time to open the Ohara Apothecary, their cover here at Uchiura. Their clinic was surprisingly popular in this little town. Rather than being skeptical about their foreign medicine and methods, the folks found them refreshing and credible, thanks to words of returning patients.

And truthfully, Yohane did not mind the routine life of tending to the Apothecary. She used to take her uneventful life in Britain for granted, and it was abruptly snatched away from her. She will not make the same mistake again.

Although, her opinion about the sun would probably never change. Even prior to her body’s alteration, she had always been a night owl and bright rays of the sunlight irked her to no end.

“Morning~ Looks like it’s going to be a shiny day, no?”

Yohane shrugged and flopped down in her seat at the small round table. It was only then that her sluggish mind noticed a familiar aroma permeating the kitchen.  “Coffee again, Mari?”

“Of course. Best way to start the morning~ Want some strawberry jam, Yoshiko-chan?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

The blonde owner of the Apothecary was humming as she sliced the loaf of bread and smeared the jam over the pieces. Yohane squinted her eyes in contentment, enjoying the domestic atmosphere. It was just breakfast, yet it felt so different than having it elsewhere. The three of them have been living under the same roof since their journey from the West, but it was only here that the feeling of home really settled in.  

“Ara, not very energetic today, are you? I wonder why.”

Yohane sighed and half-heartedly glared at the older woman’s knowing smirk. “Gimme a break, it’s still too early.”

“It’s never too early and you know it.”

“Whatever. Oh, thanks.”

She ignored Mari’s twittering and focused on the yummy toast. They enjoyed the breakfast together in comfortable silence, with her nibbling on the bread and Mari sipping at her coffee. As teasing as she was, the blonde was actually not chatty most of the time. She would usually have this distant look, her eyes unreadable in spite of her ever-present smile. Or else, like now, she would be deep in thoughts and reading her notes and the documents they’ve collected.

In spite of their little banter, Mari still seemed so far away even though she was sitting next to her.

“I like it here, Mari.” Yohane said.

“So do I.” The blonde did not seem surprised by her sudden remark, her gaze never leaving the papers on the desk.

“But I don’t think Lily does.”

“Then we leave, once our purpose here is done.” Mari stated simply.

Yohane frowned, knowing how much Mari loved it here at Uchiura, especially the company of that Police Chief and shrine maiden. Alas, as always, Mari put them before herself. As aloof as she acted sometimes, she really spoiled them.

The younger woman nibbled on her toast a bit more and deliberated on how to continue the subject. As if sensing her dilemma and the need to discuss, Mari pushed away the documents and straightened in her seat.

She took off her reading glasses and carefully cleaned the lens before looking at Yohane. “You don’t want to leave?”

“...yeah. There are just too many memories back in Europe, for all of us. I… I think we can be happy here, the three of us.” She found herself unable to meet Mari’s gaze. Those gleaming chartreuse eyes tended to make her feel vulnerable, like they could see into the depth of her soul. “Sure there are still issues but, I’m sure we can work that out. The friends we’ve made here, they’ll help us, I’m sure.”

“Hmm? Sounds like you’ve placed quite a bit of trust in them. I thought you don’t like Ruby-chan getting my attention-”

“Hnff! I’ll always be your best student, not her!”

“- and Hanamaru-chan smacking you-”

“Zuramaru should not be swinging that club of a fudepen around when she’s got such freakish strength!”

“- and all of Chikacchi’s cats messing up your clothes.”

“...well, cats are cute. Sometimes. She and her Detective buddy. They’re alright. Maybe.”

“Fufu~ glad to see you’re getting along with all them.”

“We’ve been here for a while and a lot has happened,” Yohane folded her arms defensively. “They’re… good people, at least.”

“Indeed they are.” Mari’s playful tone then dropped to a serious octave. “I’ve long promised to help you and Riko-chan however I can, and that’s what I’ll do. I’ll make this a home for you both. You two can stay here, while I will continue with the search-”

Yohane bristled and her wings unfolded subconsciously. “No! This won’t be a home if you’re not around, Mari. Don’t you get it? It’s both of you, you and Lily. The three of us need to be together, that’s where home is.”

Mari stared.

Realizing what she had said, Yohane snarled and jabbed her finger at the blonde. “Look what you made me say! How friggin’ embarrassing, grrr.”

She was glad that she inadvertently blurted it out though, for Mari seemed genuinely happy from the way she smiled.

“Thank you, Yoshiko-chan.”

She only harrumphed when Mari leaned over to give her a brief hug. Before she could ask the blonde for a final answer, her keen ears caught the quiet floor creaks upstairs. They exchanged a look, agreeing to continue their conversation another time.

Not long after, Riko came downstairs and joined them at the table. She looked between them curiously, as if sensing the sombre atmosphere they had earlier. “What happened?”

“Oh, Yoshiko-chan is so sore this morning that she was crying to me about it. Bad Rikocchi.”

The two women blushed, one in mortification and one in indignation. “What!? I’ll have you know that I was the one who-”

“Yocchan!!”

Yohane blushed harder, this time from memories of their passionate night as Riko’s warm hands covered her mouth. She childishly scowled at Mari, whose smirk widened as if knowing exactly what went through her head.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. There are some boiled eggs on the counter, Riko-chan, help yourself to them.”

“E-Eh? Thank you, but how-?” Riko glanced at Yoshiko, who was equally surprised. They heard that there was egg shortage in town, so how did Mari procure them? She really did spoil them, always getting their favorite food or anything else they liked.

Mari merely smiled in that mysterious way of hers and patted their heads. “I’ll be at the lab if anyone needs me. I just need to look over some books then we’ll open the shop, okay?”

Once she was out of hearing range, Yohane pecked her lover on the lips as her tail twirled lazily like how a cat’s would. “Sorry I didn’t wake you, Lily, but you looked like you were having a good dream, so…”

“That’s okay, and I wouldn’t exactly call it good?” Riko was smiling, evidently fond of her dream. “Remember that time when Mari-san first taught us about the base metals?”

Yohane rolled her eyes. She did not want to recall her disastrous attempt to transmute a hunk of lead to gold. She was desperate enough to impress the alchemist that she mixed some of her magic props with the brew so that it had a golden color. It was one of the few times that Mari got angry for real, though everything turned out alright at the end.

“Why would you dream about that of all the things?”

“Well, it was… nice. It has been fun, just learning things,” Riko said wistfully. Yohane agreed full-heartedly, that their pursue for the Philosopher’s Stone has given them tremendous stress.

She no longer cared for it, but Mari sought for its existence for a reason she refused to disclose to them while Riko wanted it to use it to change Yohane back to normal. If only they could just live like a normal family, work in the Ohara Apothecary and move on with their lives without their pasts haunting their every step.

She just didn’t know how to tell them.

Sighing, she led Riko towards the kitchen and tried to lift the mood with a grin. “Well, why don’t we cook something nice for Mari, for lunch? I remember seeing some lemons in the pantry…”

Riko squeezed their entwined hands and nodded. Yohane couldn’t help but steal another quick kiss, filled with affection for her lover.

Until she’s found a solution to their dilemma, she would do anything she could to make Riko happy. That was her contract after all, one she vowed to fulfill no matter what.

[dapperfvck-arc]

RULES.  repost, don’t reblog. tag ten whatever. TAGGED BY: @hittcr TAGGING. fucking everyone

BASICS.

FULL NAME. John Constantine NICKNAME. The Laughing Magician, The Hellblazer, Conjob AGE.  usually portrayed as mid to late forties BIRTHDAY. May 10 ETHNIC GROUP.  caucasian NATIONALITY.  English LANGUAGE.  English, Latin, most dead languages tbh, a grasp of most major European languages, prolly some Infernal languages or whatever SEXUAL ORIENTATION. hella bi RELATIONSHIP STATUS. defaults as single, but also heavily verse/continuity dependent, practically married to Matt Murdock CLASS. unknown, tbh. Is generally portrayed as blue collar, working class (even though he’s never technically worked a day in his life) or even impoverished, however it has also been heavily implied that he’s got quite a little nest egg stashed away. HOME TOWN / AREA. Liverpool, England  CURRENT HOME. verse/continuity dependent PROFESSION. Con artist, exorcist, paranormal investigator, human disaster

PHYSICAL.

HAIR. blonde EYES. electric blue NOSE. slightly crooked FACE. highly dependent on artistic license, though generally portrayed as having sharp features and a triangular face LIPS. sensuous COMPLEXION. very pale  BLEMISHES. mostly just scars SCARS. one over an eye from a blade, heavy scarification over entire torso (see: tattoos) TATTOOS.  a crude pictograph of an evergreen on a buttock (Swamp Thing is a punk bitch) and protection sigils and various occult symbology all across his torso in which the ink has faded and been rejected, resulting in them remaining as intricate scarification HEIGHT. 5′11″. WEIGHT.  150lb BUILD.  rather thin, somewhat lanky, not unfit, but that can be attributed to walking a lot and yoga. Not built however. Very flexible FEATURES. scruffy good looks, great smile, trench coat  ALLERGIES. none. USUAL HAIR STYLE. bedhead USUAL CLOTHING.  dark blue or black suit and tie, trench coat, either black or tan (depending on artist), and oxfords, usually worn and scuffed

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR. It’s more related to those close to him, mostly of them dying because of him, drowning, leaving this world unaccomplished ASPIRATION. um. Not to lose complete faith in humanity? POSITIVE TRAITS. highly intelligent, forgiving in his own way, deeply compassionate to a fault NEGATIVE TRAITS. manipulative, cynical, duplicitous, somewhat self-serving VICE HABIT. smokes heavily, drinks, some drugs FAITH. it’s complicated GHOSTS? I meeeeeeaaaannnn...he’s basically a medium and can see and talk to them on the reg, sometimes without ever realizing he’s speaking with one AFTERLIFE? ALSO COMPLICATED. BECAUSE HE KNOWS FOR A FACT BOTH HEAVEN AND HELL EXIST???? ESPECIALLY HELL BECAUSE HE’S PRETTY MUCH TAKEN DAY TRIPS THERE FOR REASONS REINCARNATION? I don’t............think so? ALIENS? yes POLITICAL ALIGNMENT. extremely liberal ECONOMIC PREFERENCE. getting by SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION. none EDUCATION LEVEL. I think he dropped out of secondary school, never went to university. Self educated in the occult, among other things

FAMILY.

FATHER. Thomas (murdered) MOTHER. Mary Anne (deceased in John’s birth) SIBLINGS.  an old sister (Cheryl), twin brother (stillborn) EXTENDED  FAMILY. nice (Gemma), an unnamed aunt and uncle that took Cherly and John in when they were younger upon their father’s brief incarceration NAME MEANING.  John, Yahweh is Gracious; Constantine, Constant, Steadfast, in Hellblazer canon, he’s referred to as The Constant One HISTORICAL CONNECTION. Heavily implied to be related to Constantine the Great

FAVOURITES.

BOOKS. Mostly prefers nonfiction  MOVIES. documentaries, mostly, though he finds most films to be painfully predictable. Likes Hitchcock tho. MUSIC. punk rock and other rock genres DEITY. lol nope HOLIDAY.  nah MONTH.  October SEASON.  fall PLACE. London or New York, it’s a coin toss WEATHER. Cool but not too cold, overcast SOUND. comfortable silence SCENT.  fresh pure beer, burning tobacco, citrus, juniper, whiskey TASTE. a lover’s sex sweat, the first cigarette of the day, top shelf whiskey and gin, curry FEEL. skin on skin, a comforting bed ANIMAL. fox NUMBER. I don’t do numerology man COLOR. attracted to neutral tones

EXTRA.

TALENTS. ritual magic, some artistic talent, manipulation, sex BAD AT. self care, sleeping, opening up to people TURN ONS. confidence, a strong body and mind, all shapes and sizes of women, honestly so so much TURN OFFS. blondes and sexual violence HOBBIES. reading, drinking, and trying to be happy TROPES. paranormal detective, urban magician, asshole with a heart of gold, human disaster, charming bastard, infamous con artist AESTHETICS.  old books, smokey pubs, wind-swept streets, the witching hour, incense burning, rumpled bed sheets, coffee and cigarettes, freshly turned earth, occult sigils

FC INFO.

MAIN  FC. Ewan McGregor ALT  FC. - n/a OLDER  FC.   - lol maybe Sting if I ever go with his proper “canon age” YOUNGER  FC. - Ewan McGregor (cos he’s been in the biz for years, man and I got plenty of material to work with) VOICE  CLAIM.  Jason Statham

[awkwarddezzy]

Kitten (Dan x reader)

Pairing: Dan x reader

Genre: romance, fluff, smut in general

TW: swearing, dirty talk, light bondage, spanking, master/pet roleplay

Word count: 1,941 (I tried not to make it too long)

Happy Valentine’s Day lovelies! So sorry I took over a month to post my first imagine fic. I’ve been trying to ease my way into a comfortable routine in a new college semester after all the stress from last semester. I promise, I’ll get back to those requests I put off from doing for the last handful of months.

Btw how do you like the new formatting? I prefer it this way and to use GIF’s over my photo collages for your visual instead.

Also, I’ve been meaning to tell you guys the good news, but I keep forgetting. RL DAN AND I ARE BACK TOGETHER. We’ve been spending the last few weeks together and rebuilding our relationship after the goddamn disaster of emotions during winter break. We’re very happy now. We moved past his wrong choice and he’s doing so much to make up for it. Long story short, “she” lied about the whole lockdown thing and now she’s apparently dating one of RL Dan’s “friends” (I say it like that because RL Dan hasn’t forgiven this friend for something else that’s an entire different story). What a complicated world we live in. 😅

This imagine has been in my head for the last several days. I knew I wanted to post something for St. Cupid’s Day, and what better idea than to return with some smut? I still got my requests to take care of and this is my way to transition back into that kind of writing. Also, RL Dan and I have been getting a bit frisky too lately, so this is also a bit of a cultivation of my, ahem, raging kinky thoughts. Anyway, I hope ya’ll enjoy. I blame RL Dan for putting me back into this mindset lol.

Standing in the bathroom of your boyfriend’s flat, you take a calculating look on the mirror. You bite your lip anxiously. Dan has no clue you’re doing this for him. On the most loveliest day of the year, you decided to do more than hearts and flowers as your gift for him.

Breathe, (Y/N). You’re doing this for Dan. You want this. You know he wants this.

You giggle softly. This is Dan. You know he’s going to ravage you as soon as you walk out this door, into the lounge, and he lays your eyes on you. You can practically imagine him undressing you with his eyes. Those warm mocha-shaded orbs that’ll darken with lust during your “nights of passion.” 

“Babe?” you hear Dan call out from the other side of the door. “What’s taking you so long? I got (your favorite romantic movie) set up.” 

“C-coming.” Which you’ll probably be doing multiple times tonight.

You nod at the mirror. It’s Valentine’s Day. You’ve dated Dan for nearly a year. His friends and family adore you. Your friends and family approve of him. You two are hopelessly in love with each other. You two have slowly pushed through boundaries of your physical relationship. Tonight, you’re taking the initiative to push it just a little further. 

You unlock the door, swinging it open and heading back to the lounge. Dan is on his usual spot on the sofa, dressed in a casual pair of black pajama bottoms and his green camouflage jumper. He looks up when he hears your enter, and his audible gasp has you internally dancing in joy. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “(Y/N), what’s the meaning of this?” 

“Surprise,” you say softly. 

His eyes roam over the length of your body. Thanks to (B/F/N), she helped you put together your outfit for the evening. (F/C) lacy boyshorts. Black lacy camisole. No footwear, because as tempting as it was to complete your attire with a pair of red heels, you found something better to do the job. 

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” 

You smirk. “Meow.” 

A pair of black cat ears with blue, purple, and black roses shipped from Hot Topic’s online store is perched on top of your head. All the R-rated fanfiction you’ve read over the years led you to click the purchase button while you did your internet shopping. Not only did the accessory match the clothes, but you knew the colors would trigger Dan’s inner dominant side. 

It’s there. All he needs is a little push. 

He groans. In a matter of seconds, he’s off the sofa and has his arms around your waist. He cups your face in his large hands, gazing down at you with a soft but carnal expression. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babe.” 

He grins. “Oh, it’s a happy one indeed.” 

Leaning down, he presses his lips to yours. You snake your arms around his neck, burying your fingers in his hair. You push yourself closer to him until the lower half of your body touches his. You can feel his hardness through his pajamas. 

A soft groan escapes your lips. You can’t wait any longer. 

“Bedroom?” you mumble. 

He nods wordlessly. You grab his hand, and together you two walk to his room. There’s a palpable tension in the air. Nerves fill your lungs as you think about the rest of the night. Judging by the firm but reassuring grip Dan has on your hand, he’s most likely going to give in to his inner beast. You enjoy whenever that side of him slips during sex, though a part of you remains having doubts. 

Will you live up to his standards? 

Will you be able to comply if he converts into full-on dominance? 

“(Y/N),” Dan speaks once the two of you are in his room and he closes the door. “Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?” 

You nod. It’s one of the few things you’ve ever been one hundred percent ready for. 

“You can have me any way you want me,” you say. “I’m all yours tonight.” 

He looks at you coyly. “Really?” 

“Really.” 

A corner of his lips tilts upward. “Is my kitten ready for me?” 

You flush. Kitten… sounds fitting.

“Yes… master.” You reach into the lone back pocket of your boyshorts and pull out a (F/C) scarf. “Kitten has something for you.” 

He stares at the scarf thoughtfully. “What does kitten want me to do with it?” 

You step toward him, giving him the scarf. “Master wants kitten… to be tied.” 

“Do you now. Then hands behind your back.” 

You do as he says. You wait a few seconds as Dan loops the scarf around your wrists, then secures it with a double knot. You move your wrists slightly. It’s tight enough so it won’t fall off, yet still slightly loose so you can move your hands around. 

“On the bed.”

Once again, you obey his command, flopping down onto the mattress. 

“Kneel.” You move onto your knees so your ass faces him. 

“Mmmm…” You close your eyes as you feel his palm caress one of your ass cheeks. “So… delectable.” 

You giggle. His choice of words for your butt amuses you. 

That giggle instantly turns into a yelp when his palm slaps against your satin-covered buttocks. 

“What’s so funny, kitten?” 

You bite your lip. “N-nothing master.” 

“That’s what I thought.” His fingers slip through the boyshorts, sliding it down your legs. His breath hitches once your underwear hits the floor. Bingo. 

You’re startled when he flips you so your back is on the bedsheets. You gaze at him with hooded eyes. “What will you do now, master?” 

“What does kitten want?“  

Your body warms. Is he really asking me to say it? “You know what I want.” 

“Then say it.” 

“Y-your hands master.” 

“Mmmm-hmmm.” His fingers brush along your bare thighs. “And where does kitten want my hands.” 

“Everywhere.” 

“Fuck…” His hands move to the straps of your camisole, dragging it down your body and throwing it to the floor to join your discarded underwear. He blinks when he notices that you aren’t wearing a bra. 

It was (B/F/N)’s suggestion. She thought it would be “easy access” for Dan. 

His lips ghost over your collarbone and down your chest until it hovers over your breasts. You let out a breathy moan when his tongue licks over one of your mounds. You arch your back, silently begging him to do more with his mouth. For a brief second, you wish your hands aren’t tied; by now, you would’ve taken care of matters yourself. 

As if he can read your thoughts, his mouth fully engulfs your breasts while his thumb fiddles with your neglected one. Your thoughts temporarily shuts down, your mind only focused on the sensation of his lips. You whimper when his teeth lightly scrapes at your nipple. The slight pain is making you more of a mess. 

“Dan…” 

His mouth and hand ceases their movement. He lifts his head to look at you. 

“Who’s Dan?” he asks with narrowed eyes. “I don’t know of any Dan.” 

Shit, he’s really into this. “S-sorry master.” 

“Tsk, tsk.” He inches his body away from you. “I’m disappointed in you, kitten.” 

“It was a mistake, sir.” 

“It is… but a mistake has its consequences.” 

You gulp. What’s Dan going to do to you?

You brace yourself for the likelihood of another spanking, so you’re surprised when his hands trails down the length of your body and makes their way to your now moist pussy. You exhale harshly when two of his fingers suddenly thrust into you. Your reaction results in a grin slowly appearing on his face. 

“You like that kitten?” 

You nod, unable to elicit any words. His thumb joins in on the action, rubbing moderately-fast circles on your clit. You spread your legs wider. You buck your hips to meet his fingers – whatever punishment he has planned, at least you’ll receive an orgasm out of it. 

Except you don’t. 

You whine when Dan withdraws his fingers. He smirks at your annoyed expression, playfully raising an eyebrow. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

Damn you. I’m not letting you have the upper hand.

You resist your whine. “Nothing master.” 

“Really.” 

“Yes master.” 

You bite your lip. “Sir, why do you still have your clothes on?” 

“Hmmm… seems like kitten thinks she’s running the show.” 

You blush. “It was just a question, sir.” 

 He chuckles, patting your head. “Don’t worry, kitten. Do you want them off?” 

“Yes master. I’d like that very much.” you reply enthusiastically. 

“Anything for my kitten.” 

With your pussy still longing for a release, you watch as Dan removes his clothes. You sigh in content when he lifts his jumper and throws it off, exposing his toned bare chest. Your lick your lips when he pushes his pajamas and boxers down his legs. And this… this is all mine. 

Once Dan’s closed are all gone, he joins you back on the bed. He hovers over your body, peppering kisses on several areas of your skin until he reaches your face. Your lips meet, and you pour your sexual frustration into the kiss. You suck on his upper lip, even biting it a couple of times. He practically shoves his tongue through your mouth until it’s as if you can feel every inch of it. You absolutely love it. 

“Please master,” you beg when your mouths disconnect.  

“Please what?” 

“Please… fuck me.” 

He smiles. “As you wish, kitten.” 

You moan in relief when he finally enters you. Hips flushed against his, you’re even more relieved when he reaches behind you and unties the scarf, throwing it to the floor to join your discarded clothes. His mouth nips at the column of your neck. With your now free hands, you grip onto his shoulder blades. 

“Yes…” you hiss. “So good.” 

He forgoes his usual gradual pace, instead going for an immediate quick pace. Pounding into you relentlessly, your moans reaches a higher pitch that could rival any belting singer. You don’t care how loud you’re being. Phil’s not around and your neighbors should understand it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s not every day you get a dominant, oh-so-sexy boyfriend. 

“I love you,” you groan, not caring that you’re breaking character. He inches away from your neck to look at you. 

His own mask falters, brown eyes filled with adoration. “I love you too. Now come for me, (Y/N). Come on master’s cock.” 

You yell his name in ecstasy, your inner walls fluttering around him. Your arms hold him tighter against you. You swear you see fireworks over your eyelids, because all you can see is a spontaneous explosion of bright colors. Your body shakes, and as Dan reaches his peak too, you bite his neck to contain any more screams. As loud as you are, you don’t want his neighbors to think you’re being murdered. 

“Ah…” you breathe out when Dan pulls out of you. Your hair is tangled and your cat ears are haphazardly close to falling off. 

“We should’ve done that sooner,” he muses. 

“Ya think?” 

He laughs, moving so he lays on his back. “That wasn’t too much for you?”

"Nope.” You lay your head on his chest. “It was perfect.” 

“That’s all that matters, love.” 

The two of you lay in comfortable silence for several seconds before you angle your head up. 

“Again?” you ask. 

“Already?” he says in amusement. 

“It’s not even midnight. We got time.” 

He smiles at you mischievously. “Well then.” You squeal when he tackles you so your back returns to lying on the mattress. “There’s more where that came from, kitten.”

I actually do have those cat ears. There were a few different choice colors when I went to Hot Topic to purchase them. I ultimately chose the one I wrote in the fic since the colors suit me and purple & black are RL Dan’s favorite colors. The blue is a bonus. It’s so adorable and RL Dan gets all mushy whenever I wear them.

Idk why I didn’t write this sooner. I had so much fun working on this. 😍 To save this as my comeback for 2017… I’m glad I waited.