#he looks like he would be scared to do contacts

[classyrbf]

classmate!gojo part 3!

classmate!gojo who has been watching you from afar for the past week now. His eyes are always gravitating towards you in class, trying to catch any other possible connection. He’s try so hard to convince himself that you’re not his mystery girl, but at this point he should just accept it. The photo of your nails was proof enough, not to mention how much of a rush you were in. Neither of you have texted or exchanged photos since then, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t driving him crazy. Every single day since then he can’t get you off of his mind, getting so hard from the thought of you that he has to sneak away to rub one out to your pictures or videos. He just can’t help himself.

He watches you in class, in the cafe area, even sees you walking on campus, doing normal things. He would have never guessed in a million years you were the one he sought after so badly. You hide it so well. But he knows deep down under that good girl persona you have, there’s a slut waiting to caught, waiting to be fucked and used like you told him all those times over text. He’ll make you break. He sees you sitting on a bench on campus just scrolling through your phone, knowing this is the perfect time to execute his plan.

He finally breaks contact, sending you a video he took of himself last night.

gojo: i miss you

it was simple, but he was hoping it’d work. He watches intently, a small smile spreading across your face, though he’s unsure if it’s because of him

gojo: send me something, yeah? miss seeing you, baby

and like clock work, he sees you get up, heading towards the bathrooms inside one of the campus buildings. What else to do but follow. He sees you slip into the bathroom, and now he finally has you where he wants you.

you enter the bathroom, riddled with excitement that he finally texted you. Maybe he didn’t catch on that you were the one sending him photos. Good, it means you can have more fun. You enter the stall, replaying the video of him jerking off, putting the phone close to your ear so you can his moans. You smile, your hands finding themselves under your skirt, rubbing your clit through your clothed pussy. Little do you know he’s standing right outside the door, waiting for you.

You unbutton your shirt and grab onto your tits, massaging them in your hand while you send him a video. Quickly, you send him another of your wet panties, still rubbing your clit.

you: missed you too. can you tell?

and gojo can’t believe it when he receives the videos, chuckling to himself at how slutty you can be. He saves the videos nonetheless and puts his phone back in his pocket, the bathroom door opening, you walking out, completely caught off guard. Your heart thumps against your chest, mouth hanging open like you want to say something but nothing is coming out. All you know is that you can’t stop staring at him. He’s smirking at you, eyeing like a piece of candy as he moves closer towards you, leaning over to whisper in your ear, “I know you’re little secret.” You’re frozen, unable to do a thing. You couldn’t even deny it at this point. “Give em to me,” he demands.

“W-what?” You blink, voice barely above a whisper. He moves back, a smug smile on his stupidly pretty face. God, he smells so good. And his whispering? You’re even more wet than before. He knows what he’s doing to you.

“Your cute little panties. Give them to me.” He’s so casual about it and makes you even more nervous yet more intrigued. You turn to go back into the bathroom but he grabs your arm. “No, no, no. Do it right here.”

“But—” you look around to see if anyone else is around.

“What? Scared of getting caught? Sure weren’t thinking about that when you sent me all these videos and pictures. So, hand them over.” He watches as you slightly bend over, reaching under your skirt and gently pulling your panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You sheepishly pick them up, they’re coated in your slick, an embarrassing sight. He grabs them from you, chuckling at the wet stain. “Wasn’t so hard, right?” He shoves them into his back pocket.You shake your head no, unable to keep eye contact with him. All the confidence you had over text has completely disappeared in the presence of him. What were you even thinking? He’s Gojo Satoru. “Thank you for these, baby.” He steps closer towards you, cornering you against the wall. “Send me something else later on tonight. Oh, and make sure to stop hiding that pretty face of yours too, okay? I wanna see everything.” He grabs your chin, tilting it up so you were looking at him.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already? We’ve both been waiting long enough,” you abruptly ask. It was taking everything in you not to drop on your knees and let him fuck your face.

“I can fuck you right here if I wanted to. You know how’ve riled up you’ve gotten me for all these weeks? I get so hard thinking about you that it hurts. I can’t fucking cum if it doesn’t involve you. You’ve taken over my mind, made me go on this chase to figure out who you were. So, if I wanna make you wait a little more, then I’ll fucking do it.” He gritted his teeth, gripping your chin slightly tighter. “Remember, only good girls get rewarded.” He smirked, pulling away from you before walking out of the building like nothing happened.

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[yllwjktscult]

this is a very very VERY long rant, but it needs to be said, so:

This a friendly reminder that THESE girls are 17-18 (probably some even 19 due to being stranded here for year and half and not being clarified when they were born), they are JUST kids (i feel like most people are forgetting about this fact that these girls are just teenagers who were so excited to play soccer at nationals and didnt know, that they will be stuck in the wilderness for 19 months, go thru hell and do things in order to survive).

Ofc they will do questionable things that would make you hate them/dislike them, they are just kids. they didnt even thought they would or could get rescued anymore. They had to adapt to their new life out there.

so heres a friendly reminder that:

!!! Spoilers for S3 in here so dont read if you havent seen it yet !!!

THIS is a 17-18 (probably 19 at this time) year old lottie without her meds who just killed a guy because she wanted to protect her friends (mind you shes schizophrenic and she probably thought they wanted to harm them. First human contact in months, that werent her friends. she thinks what she she did was right :( )

she saw the hikers as a thread to the way they live now. Lottie probably doesnt want to go home because back home, she was 'punished' for her visions, but here in the wilderness, they were appreciated and seen as truth (which some of them were). She was appreciated and be finally herself.

THIS is a 17 year old nat who just killed her coach, who begged her for weeks to kill him. The only father figure she had, butchered him and got under a lot pressure of her friends for several things for months (she feels guilty for javis death, jackies death and now bens death. and as well the pressure of being a leader and before that, being the ones together with travis to be responsible for food)

THIS is a 17 year old misty who HAD to fight for ben in trial, who she talked out of a suicide attempt before. Killed her best friend. Helped to give BIRTH as a teenager (and took a place as a 'nurse')

THIS is a 18 year old Mari trying to redo whats done. The one shauna took her anger the most at. Knowing their way to back to society was just ruined because someone who she looked up to before just killed their ticket to home.

shes was a scared teenager who followed the one who leaded/was in "charge" because she was scared teenager girl who just wanted to survive and wanted to have someone to 'lean on' in this tough times, so ofc she will switch up when a new "leader" happens. She just want to live..

she didnt want to rat Ben out, she couldnt find a believable lie they would believe (and was intimidated by shauna). She voted him innocent the whole time. She saw him suffering and thats why she was glad Nat did what she did. She loved ben esp after spending time with him in the cave. She was glad he didnt have to suffer anymore.

THIS is a 17-18 year old Shauna who was butchering for months, not only animals, but also a kid, a kid she was close with. Shauna who gave birth as a teenager in the middle of nowhere without medical help and lost her baby, lost her best friend forever due to an argument all in just matter of months.

Her hate and actions this season are very valid actually

THIS is a 17-18 (also like Lottie, probably 19) year old Taissa who saw her soulmate (almost) die in front of her. Who developed probably DID due to the trauma and the evil Tai took over her to 'protect' her from it.

THIS is a 17-18 year old van who got attacked by a wolf who almost killed her (in fact she did die for a while and almost got burned in a plane) who just wants to go home even if its her mother whos neglecting and abusing her.

THIS is a 16-17 year old travis who got sa'd, lost his father AND a brother, had a pressure of being a hunter and provider of food together with Nat. Who got pressured doing shrooms as a form of therapy (and connecting to wilderness) and started his addiction here. He was an outsider, he didnt knew these girls as they knew eachtoher. He was all alone when his brother died.

they were just kids. ofc they will act like how they did out there. Ofc they would start a 'cult'/their own society in here. They didnt thought they could get rescued anymore. They gave up hope on that months ago.

the concept of wilderness or it is the girls coping mechanism to deal with the fact, that they are stranded somewhere they have no idea where they are and the fact they might have never been back to society again.

They accepted that this is their life, so ofc they would react how they did when there was a possible change of that.

In fact, Ben indeed was their bridge to home. If Nat didnt kill him, didnt 'celebrate' his death and if they didnt sing, the hikers wouldnt find them.

So at some point, he indeed did save them, not right away, but eventually. Because the hikers will get missing and a rescue will come look for them (because they know where they went) and instead of the frog hikers, they will find the girls.

You can dislike the character but keep in mind, those girls are just teenager girls trying to survive what life throwed at them, aka, being in the middle of wilderness.

Hating a character in this show is too much imo. All of the characters are beautifully written and portrayed by the actors. If you hate the character i assume you dont understand them (which is fine!!) but i feel like the hate is actually so forced and people are forgetting THAT THEY ARE JUST KIDS who didnt even in their worse nightmares thought they will be stuck in the wilderness when the plane crashed.

yes, each girl did some questionable things that might have make you dislike them, each one of them has their pros and cons but THEY ARE JUST TRAUMATISED KIDS TRYING TO SURVIVE.

me personally i am not a big fan of shauna and taissa, both adult and teen timeline, however thats what makes them so interesting to me. I wanna learn more why they act the way the do so i can understand them more. And i know, over time i will.

Lottie, nat, mari and misty are my favourite since season 1 for multiple reasons, but mostly because i see myself in them, not completely but i see myself in them.

so over all, this is just a friendly reminder that these girls, the ones you are hating on, are just traumatised teenagers who tried their best to survive somewhere in the middle of nowhere without knowing they will get rescued one day.

it probably does not make sense, but my point was just to point out that they are just kids and the hate im seeing everywhere on each mentioned girl (and travis) is making me sad.

Like, are we all watching the same show? This incredibly amazing show, that shows how trauma and ptsd makes you act/develops you into a different person?

[yokumirumerafan]

can i ask for demon slayers reacting on discovering their feelings to y/n and confessing to her?

Demon Slayers Realizing Their Feelings & Confessing to Y/N 💕✨

🔥 Hashira Reactions

🟢 Gyomei Himejima (😭 Overwhelmed with Emotion)

Realizes his feelings through prayer and deep meditation.

“Y/N… I feel as though the gods themselves have placed you in my life.”

Confesses with sincerity and devotion, holding your hands gently.

Might cry while confessing, overwhelmed by how deeply he cares for you.

“Even if you do not return my feelings, I shall always cherish you.”

🟡 Haganezuka Hotaru (💢 Tsundere & Awkward)

Realizes his feelings after you defend his swords from getting insulted.

Spends DAYS grumbling and denying it before giving up.

Confesses aggressively like: “I LIKE YOU, OKAY? DEAL WITH IT.”

Forgets to actually wait for your answer and just storms off.

(Later peeks back, hoping you’ll say yes).

❤️ Rengoku Kyojuro (🔥 Loud & Passionate)

Realizes his feelings instantly—he’s not the type to be confused about love.

Watches you from afar with admiration, feeling his heart race.

Confesses with a booming voice: “Y/N! I HAVE FALLEN FOR YOU!”

Probably does it in public without hesitation.

“MY HEART BURNS FOR YOU LIKE A ROARING FLAME!” (dramatic but 100% serious).

💨 Sanemi Shinazugawa (💀 Denies It for the LONGEST Time)

“Tch. There’s no way I like them.” (Meanwhile, he’s glaring at anyone who talks to you.)

Gets jealous easily but won’t admit why.

The moment he realizes it, he freezes like his brain just short-circuited.

Confesses awkwardly, like: “Look, I—ugh—DAMN IT. I like you, okay?! Don’t make me say it twice.”

Blushes aggressively and looks away while waiting for your answer.

🌊 Giyuu Tomioka (🤨 Quiet but Sincere)

Takes a LONG time to realize his feelings.

He just thought you were "special" to him, but then Tanjiro was like: “Giyuu-san… I think you love Y/N.”

Confesses shyly, avoiding eye contact: “I… care for you. Deeply.”

Struggles to say the word ‘love’ but means every word.

“I don’t expect anything… but I wanted you to know.” (🥺💕)

💜 Shinobu Kocho (��� Teases You Until the End)

Realizes it quickly, but won’t admit it immediately.

Flirts with you constantly, watching your reactions.

Confesses playfully but seriously: “Oh my~ I think I’ve fallen for you. What shall we do about it?”

Smiles, but there’s a genuine softness in her eyes.

“You’re my favorite person, you know? I’d like to keep you by my side forever.”

🌿 Mitsuri Kanroji (💗 Pure & Excited)

Falls in love SO FAST.

Gushes about you to literally everyone before even realizing it herself.

When she finally figures it out, she screams into her pillow in happiness.

Confesses enthusiastically: “Y/N-CHAN!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!”

Tackles you into a hug before even waiting for an answer.

🦋 Muichiro Tokito (😐 Oblivious Until It Hits)

Doesn't realize his own feelings for the longest time.

Notices that he thinks about you all the time and gets annoyed when others take your attention.

When he finally realizes it, he just stares into space like: Oh.

Confesses casually but sincerely: “I like you. I’d prefer if you stayed by my side.”

Doesn’t say much, but his gaze is so intense that you know he means it.

🐍 Obanai Iguro (👀 Shy but Devoted)

Realizes it when he gets irrationally protective over you.

Keeps his distance at first, scared of rejection.

Confesses awkwardly but sweetly: “I know I’m not… easy to love. But I want you to know that you have my heart.”

His face is completely red, and he can’t look at you.

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand. Just… please don’t leave.”

🗡️ Main Trio Reactions

🍃 Tanjiro Kamado (🥰 Gentle & Heartfelt)

Realizes his feelings gradually—notices how happy he is around you.

Blushes a lot whenever he thinks about confessing.

Confesses sincerely: “Y/N… I love you. You make my world brighter.”

Would probably write a heartfelt letter in case he messes up his words.

Holds your hands so gently, waiting for your answer with hopeful eyes.

⚡ Zenitsu Agatsuma (😭 Dramatic AF)

Falls in love with you IMMEDIATELY.

Screams and cries about his feelings to literally everyone except you.

Confesses in the most dramatic way possible: “Y/N, I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT YOU! PLEASE MARRY ME!!”

Falls on his knees, clutching his heart like he’s dying.

If you say yes, he literally faints from happiness.

🐗 Inosuke Hashibira (😡 Clueless But Honest)

“Huh? Love? What’s that?” (Has no clue at first.)

Realizes he likes you when he wants you to be around all the time.

Confesses bluntly: “Oi. I like you. So you’re mine now, got it?”

ZERO hesitation. Just assumes you’ll say yes.

If you tease him, he’ll blush aggressively and yell: “DON’T MAKE IT WEIRD!”

[likelyamused]

A rush. Heat and cold all at once. Like smoldering under a spotlight and getting hit by the droplets of a cold shower. It seizes Max's body in a tense mess.

“Jason. What are you doing here?” Max struggles to regain control of himself. He still manages to keep his voice in check.

“Ah! Is this how you greet an old friend? Where are your manners?” He leans on the side to address Celia directly with a friendly smile. “Hi! I’m Jason. And you are?”

“I’m-” 

Max cuts her off, repositioning himself. “I asked you a question. What are you doing here?” 

Jason maintains eye contact with Max, but takes a step back. Max is not duped: it's to better pounce. He's testing out Max's reactions. He might have wanted to come across as friendly, but the tightness in his jaw and the slight squint betray him.

“I came to visit one of my cousins about two weeks ago and you cannot imagine my surprise to see you walk by as I was getting a smoke,” chuckles Jason. “I’ve been checking in with what you’ve been up to since then. Honestly, man, you lost your edge if you didn’t notice me on your trail for two weeks!” 

Max's face gets hot. Two weeks. He's been followed around for two weeks! His instinct did pick this up, but he was too… comfortable to make sense of it. He let Jason gather two weeks worth of knowledge he can now use to his advantage. What was he able to find out in that time?

“Must have been bored out of your mind.” Max says with a twitchy smirk.

Jason snorts. “It’s been what… six months?” He gives Max a playful thump against his shoulder. “Six months since you’ve disappeared and left us without saying goodbye. You can’t just leave like that, man. We had plans.”

“With how things ended on the last job, I thought it would be best for everyone if I just left. I’m sure you can carry on without me. I came here for a fresh start. I don’t want anything to do with that life anymore.” 

The back and forth in Jason's movements are making Max anxious.

“A fresh start? Is that so? A part-time job at Simsmart and living in a trailer are what you aspire to nowadays?”

Max’s breath catches in his throat. Jason’s going to spill out all of his secrets before he gets a chance to. He’ll spoil everything.

That’s not what’s important, though. Jason chose this moment to get himself known for a reason. Max needs his head clear.

“What if it is?”

“Have you been brainwashed?” Jason looks mockingly puzzled. “How can this be enough for you?”

“It’s a start.” Anger, waking from events that occurred months ago, resurfaces again. Jason always thought he knew best what Max needed, robbing him of the right to choose for himself. Max gets impatient. “What do you want, Jason?”

“You’re coming home with me.”

“No. I’m not.”

Jason chuckles again. 

“Tell me, Celia, what has my boy here shared with you, hmm?”

Max flinches at Celia’s name. She never told him. 

“Did he tell you about his parents? His grandmother, probably. Do you know what he did to afford food and stuff when his parents would blow their social aid cheques on booze every month?”

Celia’s face is an open book. Jason just needs to follow her expressions to know if he's hitting the mark.

“How about me? Did he ever talk about me? No! Then he certainly didn’t tell you about what we got into when shoplifting groceries became a lot of risks for too small a payout. Credit card fraud was pretty good, quick, but it lacked a bit of excitement for me. I enjoyed car theft much more. It's much more of a rush. Our boy here was always really smart about what we'd hit. Stirred us away from getting caught more than once.”

Celia’s eyes skip from Jason to Max, searching for a sign that this isn't true but not finding any.  

“Max got scared on our last job and fled. I knew it was out of his element, but he often needs a push in the right direction to do anything, ya know? Auto theft at gunpoint is a little more intense, but damn! We couldn’t miss out on that!” 

Max wants to scream “I told you I was against that idea! I never wanted to do it!”, but he holds his tongue. Jason had the habit of recording conversations. He couldn’t incriminate himself so easily. 

“Anyway, Max was always good at things that required more... stealth. He likes to observe, be sneaky, slide in, act quickly. I guess it came in handy here too.”  

Celia turns to Max, “What is he talking about?”

“Ah! Yes, Max, why don’t you tell her about the old man who leaves envelopes of money for you? What is it? Blackmail? Extortion?... A sugar daddy?”

Max grimaces, “Don’t be stupid!”

Jason hardens, “No, you are if you think either of them really cares about you. Look at her. See the disgust in her eyes from what she just heard about you.” 

Max keeps his stance slightly in front of Celia, but he can see her retreat from the corner of his eye. He fears Jason may be right. 

“Wait ‘til she learns that this old man is her grandfather! Oups!” 

Max snaps. He swings and knocks Jason's jaw. He shouldn’t have done it: Jason’s always been a better fighter than him. It’s too late now. Max moves forward to get another hit in, but Jason recovers enough to hold him and hits him in the diaphragm. Max folds over trying to catch his breath. 

When he gets up, Jason is hiding behind Celia, a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry you got caught in this, Celia. You seem like a good girl,” he says in her ear. 

Celia looks warily at Jason from the corner of her eye before turning her inquiring gaze toward Max. “Is any of this true?” 

Max heart drops. That’s when he notices Jason’s challenging stare. He’s like a dog with a bone: he won’t let go until he gets what he wants, and Celia stands in between. The hand, the apology... she won't get out of this unscathed. Max knows what to do. She’s better off without him anyway.

Max shuts off his emotions as best he can and turns a placid stare toward Celia. “Some… most. I was homeless when you met me. There’s no aunt. I'm currently living in a trailer on your grandfather’s property. I never told him about you and you about him, because… I was just trying to have some fun with you and secure a roof over my head, really.” He chuckles the last words out to hide that his voice was cracking.

Something breaks in Celia’s eyes: her light shatters and leaves sharp splinters aimed at Max’s heart.

“So you just used me… us?” Celia’s chin trembles.

Max can’t breathe. He hopes it doesn't show. “Yes.”

Jason makes a big show of letting go of Celia's shoulder. His eyes glimmer with pride, a familiar expression Max now sees in a different light. This has always been their dynamic, hasn't it? Jason pushes and pushes until the meanest, most vile things come out of him. A while ago, Max would have considered that as a recognition of kindred spirits. Today, he finally sees it for what it is: the satisfaction of having control over him.

“Good to know.” Celia walks away. As she passes beside Max, she turns to him, her voice both soft and searing  “Stay away from me, and from my grandfather.”

Max watches her leave with all he wanted to tell her stuck in his throat. What did he just do? Jason joins him with hands in his pockets.

“Max, Max, Max… You really fell hard for this girl. I could tell. Tsk! This is for your own good, and hers too. You two are not from the same world. It wouldn’t have worked. She'd never accept you for who you are, and you'd be stuck, like you always are. You know this, man. Don’t tell me you believed otherwise. Let’s get your things.”

“I’m not leaving with you.”

“Max, you lost the girl. And soon, you’ll lose the trailer too. It’s time to go.”

“Maybe. But I won’t leave with you. I wanted out, I got out and I’m staying out.”

Jason violently grabs Max by the jaw and pulls him up. 

“You owe me.”

“I think you were compensated enough when I disappeared without taking my share.”

Jason pushes Max and swings. Max barely evades his blow. He tackles him to the ground and gets a punch in.

Jason topples him over and takes the upper hand. Max takes a pounding, “Hurt me all you want, I’ll always hate you for forcing me into our last job and for destroying everything I built here. You won’t get anything else from me.”

Jason pushes his forearm on Max's throat and gets up. Max braces himself for a kick in the back, but it never comes. When he finally looks over his forearms, he sees Jason walking away with a smoke. Max sits up and tries to keep his heart from spilling out.

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You tell him about the latest trend clogging your social media feed with bright eyes and a soft, tender voice. He doesn’t get the appeal of it all—why do you need twenty different platforms to share the same pictures and videos with the same people who are already contacts in your phone?

There are some funny things on there, Sakura admits, and hearing your laughter as you scroll makes the stupid apps worth it.

You’re not laughing this time. He’s about to gently but firmly take the phone from your grip when you call him over. “I can’t explain it well enough; just watch.” The faint sniffle accompanying your words does little to ease his desire, but he stops putting away the colorful wooden blocks strewn across your living room floor to join you on the couch all the same, face hovering over your shoulder.

A video starts. He squints at the text on top of the screen. Laying my head on my baby’s lap to see how she reacts.

Someone’s toddler is sitting on the floor, kicking her little socked feet, a stuffed animal in her chubby hands. Her mom comes into frame, carefully resting her head atop the toddler’s legs. There’s a pause as the toddler stares. Takes in this new stimulus. With jerky movements, the toddler sets her stuffed animal (a cat, Sakura realizes), down and slowly pats her hands atop her mom’s face. The mom is giggling, turning her face to her child when the toddler leans down, pressing an open mouthed to kiss to mom’s nose.

The video starts over. Sakura leans back, watching you as your thumb taps a small heart near the phone screen’s corner. “So precious,” you say, almost to yourself.

He nods, quiet, thoughts drifting to the little boy currently asleep in his crib, just down the hall. How lucky, to love and be loved in return. “He’d do the same thing to you.”

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Late morning sunlight stripes the carpet. The wooden blocks Sakura had so diligently cleaned up last night are once more littered about. Kazuki burbles happily as he reaches for one, tiny fingers just strong enough to pick up the bright green toy and bring it to his mouth.

Sakura pauses in building another tower for his son—knocking them over can only entertain an eight-month old for so long. The little boy lowers the block, then starts shaking it, like he expects something within it to rattle. His onesie-clad legs wiggle and he smiles at nothing in particular.

Moments like these threaten to make Sakura’s heart burst in his chest. “Havin’ fun?” he asks, because if he doesn’t stop staring quietly that stupid burning sensation will crawl up the back of his throat and when you come home from the grocery store his voice will sound hoarse when he greets you and you’ll give him that knowing little look before kissing his cheek and Kazuki will reach for you and—

—he loves his family so much it scares him.

At the sound of his papa’s voice, Kazuki twists his head, chubby cheeks still lifted in a toothless grin so warm and bright it could melt a glacier. He makes a high pitched sound, shaking his block faster. Sakura takes that as a yes. “Yeah, me too.”

Spending a lazy morning with his son is not how he pictured his future. He never gave his life after high school much thought in the first place; just assumed he’d figure it out on his own, like everything else.

Kazuki turns back to his block. Sunlight streaks across his face, briefly illuminating his golden eye. Sakura thinks about that video you’d sniffled over. Truthfully, he hasn’t stopped replaying it in his head. Wonders what his little boy would do.

“Almost naptime, yeah? ‘M gettin’ tired, too,” Sakura says. One sided as the conversations are, Kazuki is a wonderful listener, offering vocalizations of his own and those wide, happy grins that threaten to buckle Sakura’s knees.

Sliding down until he’s mostly level with his son, Sakura hesitates. Is he being silly? Needing to prove to himself that he’s a good dad? That he can have worth in something other than the strength of his fists and the way you say his name? Kazuki just wiggles again, nearly striking Sakura’s temple with the block.

“Careful,” he chides, then lowers his head onto Kazuki’s thighs, facing the wall instead of a onesie covered belly. The baby stills. A heartbeat passes, then he drops his ever-present block and pats his little hands against Sakura’s face and hair. He blows a raspberry, something you and Sakura have determined means Kazuki’s excited, and leans down until most of his bodyweight rest on his papa’s head.

That burning sensation claws up his throat. Lolling his head to the side, blue and gold eyes find their mirror. Emotions swell, love and relief and gratitude all mixing together in his chest until it’s almost too much to bear.

Kazuki gives another little high pitched sound, then yawns, a thin line of drool dribbling down his chin. Sakura huffs out a laugh. “Let’s get you ready for nap, little man.”

[l1ttl3stb3ar]

I wrote a story and I wrote it the way a girl would, so I want a guys take on it.

I know it needs to be more sexual and less detail/setting based, but what else? What do guys like to hear? Also it is quite long, sorryyyyy

Last year, I met Dr. Auclair, or Dr. A, in ENG 101. I was very surprised to hear a slight French twang in his voice when he spoke of rhetorical analysis. I was immediately infatuated with how he said words and how he would roll up the sleeves of his long-sleeve knit sweater. Most teachers during your first year make or break your love for the subject, but Mr. A made me love English, and French men. So much so that I now have a minor in French.

Nothing happened during my first year; I was new to college and far too scared to talk to an older man, let alone a college professor. However, I always made it a point to keep direct eye contact when he spoke in class and wear the tiniest skirts when I had his class. Over time, he would look at me more than anyone else while he lectured and would make eye contact for what felt like forever, but this year, I knew I needed more.

French was a more complex subject than an introductory literature class, so every Monday and Wednesday morning, I had an excuse to be in his office, asking about some pronunciations or the history of France. I would lean in close as I watched his lips and tried to mimic them. I would slightly push my shoulders together to make my tits smush closer together in my low-cut knit sweater. I would catch him looking at my displays and sometimes lick his lips. So today, after nearly 2 weeks of this, I decided to be bolder.

I wore a short pink and cream skirt and a nearly see-through white shirt with a thin, lacey bra that would show off my nipples the slightest bit if my sweater wasn’t on. I took it off as I entered, saying it was “too hot” In his office. I noticed his eyes linger as I sat in the chair across from him. He looked up at me just to look down again and blush.

He eventually started with his teachings on pronunciation, and I leaned closer as usual. Only this time, I parted my legs slightly so that his knee would be inches from touching the insides of my thigh. As he spoke, I saw how his knee twitched somewhat, like he wanted to push his knee further between my legs.

I shifted my hips closer as discretely as I could without seeming like a needy wh0r3. Once he was inches away from my pvssy I stopped moving and just looked at him. I watched his face pinch as he breathed the French words he wanted them to repeat; I watched his hand and knee jerk slightly before his face shifted. It was like seeing a different person overcome him; he looked me in the eyes and firmly pressed his pant knee further under my skirt, finally touching my naked pvssy.

He looked slightly surprised for a brief second; he hadn't been expecting a desperate slvt to come into his office and spread her legs, let alone not wear panties.

“This is what you want? This is why you have been teasing me for weeks?” he pushed his knee against me harder with each question, and I couldn't help but whimper.

“You wanted me to dirty my slacks with your wet cunt? No, you didn’t want that, did you? You wanted me to dirty my finger and c0ck with your cunt. That’s why you're bare under this slvtty skirt. Isn't it?” he urges, leaning closer and rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb.

I couldn’t manage more than a weak “yes” as I rubbed myself against his knee, smearing my wetness on his pants.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sliding his hand around my throat and squeezing slightly before releasing me.

He stood slowly, just as close as he was before, so close that his bulge was right in front of my face. So close I could see the ridges of his cock head and a bead of wetness at the tip. He was hard for me, hard from the fact that I came into his office pantiless like a wh0r3 for her teacher.

“Get on your knees, mon cheri,” his voice grew deeper with arousal and his accent. But before I could move, he gripped my hair with one hand and his belt with the other.

He began to take himself out but paused, forcing my head back so I'd look up at him and say, “What do you want from me?”.

“I want you to fuck my throat, professor,” I said meekly as my pvssy juice slid down my thighs and my mouth watered.

“And you're going to be a good wh0r3 and hold my cum in your mouth during the whole lecture?” he asked, smirking down at me.

“Yes sir,” I could hardly keep the whine from my voice. He likes when I call him sir; his d!ck twitched before he finally freed it as he pushed me to my knees.

The enddddd 🤪

[wannabanauthor]

Don’t think about how Tommy thought that getting back together with Buck was a sure thing.

He bought champagne.

He was confident that they could try again and make things work.

And Buck fumbled it so badly after fucking him all night.

Tommy really thought that Buck wanted more after their night together. He was hopeful, and even subverted the trope of lying to pretend he wasn’t interested in getting back together (Lucy Chen and Tim Bradford, I’m look at y’all).

And then Buck broke his heart.

They’re in love with each other but keep fucking things up. I’m hoping all this drama leads to a confession of love.

Tommy is very much in love with Buck, and Buck feels the same way. If only they would be courageous and tell each other this, but nope, we gotta drag the drama around for a while.

But I’m still wondering what exactly they got up to that night because they were both glowing and happy. And Tommy let Buck sleep in too and even asked him about it. He cares so much 😭 Buck why did you fumble him?

You think he can’t find another muscle bound twink that fucks like an Olympian? Have you met Tommy?! He gives off butch lesbian energy. He has way more experience with men, so he can absolutely fall in love with someone else who isn’t scared to tell him how they feel.

I know I want them back together ASAP, but I also love for angst. You know how many times I watched their kitchen fight when Tommy shut down and left? At least 10 times. Feed me the angst, but also get them back together.

I even have an idea: Tommy goes out on a date, and Buck happens to come across them and is super awkward about it. Maybe Tommy doesn’t even notice he’s there.

But I can see Buck staring at them from a distance and sad that Tommy moved on. He wallows in pain and misery until someone tells Buck to talk to Tommy about his feelings and work things out.

Because Buck is incapable of realizing that Tommy has his own emotional needs that Buck doesn’t acknowledge.

Buck needs to suffer a little bit to understand just how thoroughly he fucked things up with Tommy.

After Buck implied that he had feelings for Eddie and not Tommy and that it was just sex with Tommy, Tommy has no reason to reach out to Buck ever again. He was told he wasn’t wanted, and he responded appropriately by leaving.

Buck really needs to put in the work to fix things.

And I’d love to see him spiral a bit, including watching Tommy being happy with another guy.

Imagine the epic fight if Buck ever confronted him about it.

“So you’re just moving on without even trying to work things out?” Buck could accuse Tommy of this.

And Tommy could say “You told me you have feelings for your best friend and that what we had was just great sex. Why wouldn’t I move on? What else could you possibly want from me? Why would I continue to try to fix things between us when you don’t even have feelings for me?”

“But I do have feelings for you!”

“And how would I know that? Hell, I don’t even believe that you do. I know I fucked things up when I broke up with you, but you, you were just so cruel that morning after we hooked up. Why would I want to fight for us when you won’t?” Tommy asks.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.” Yeah, classic Buck not communicating.

“And instead of telling me that, you did nothing. You watched me leave then never contacted me again. Evan, I’m trying to get over you and move on with my life. You think you want me, but you don’t. Your silence these past few weeks told me everything I needed to know. There’s no fixing us anymore. It’s over,” Tommy says.

Buck starts tearing up, and Tommy with his own puffy red eyes walks away.

Months go by, and Buck works on himself. Goes to therapy and all that. Tommy is still on his mind after all this. Maybe one day he decides to browse Tommy’s social media to see what he’s up to but finds out he’s been blocked by Tommy on every app.

And this leads to more spiraling.

But the next time he runs into Tommy, he doesn’t hold his feelings back anymore. He tells Tommy that he’s wanted him since the first day they met. That his life felt complete and whole when they became official. Like Tommy was the person he had been looking for all his life. He’s so in love with him that it terrifies him because he’s never felt this way before with past partners.

And Tommy surprises him by saying he’s still in love with Buck/Evan, but he doesn’t want to get hurt again.

They’re not sure how to go about this anymore with so much past hurt between them, so they seek out couple’s counseling to see if they can work through it. And they do.

[amara-scott]

Just friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 — Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x female!Slytherin Summary: Hiding the one thing you truly loved, the one person you trusted most was a horrible way to live. But if it was the only way to be with him, you would do anything. And he would do the same. warning: physical and emotional pain, kidnapping

The next day passed in a blur, but the weight of my last conversation with Mattheo sat heavy on my chest. Every glance I stole at him across the Great Hall or in class was met with avoidance, his usual sharp gaze clouded with something else—something I couldn’t quite place.

I didn’t expect him to grab me as I walked down an empty corridor after dinner. One second, I was lost in thought, and the next, a strong grip curled around my wrist, yanking me into the shadows beneath an abandoned staircase.

“Mattheo—”

“Shh,” he muttered, eyes flickering over my shoulder to make sure no one had seen.

The space under the stairs was dim, the cold stone walls pressing in on either side of us. His grip loosened, but he didn’t let go, his fingers lingering like he wasn’t ready to break the contact.

“What are you doing?” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he let out a slow breath, running a hand through his curls, frustration radiating off him. “I can’t do this, Y/N.”

My stomach tightened. “Do what?”

“This—” He gestured vaguely between us. “Watch you pretend like it doesn’t matter.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms. “I’m pretending? You were the one who said we had to keep this quiet. You were the one who told me we couldn’t—”

“I know,” Mattheo cut in, jaw tight.

“Then what is this about?” I demanded.

His expression was torn between anger and something else, something more fragile. “Because it’s driving me insane,” he admitted, his voice rough.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you told me this wasn’t supposed to appear real, that we only did this—”

Mattheo’s lips parted slightly, and I could see the moment it hit him, the realization sinking in like a weight in his chest. “—to keep you safe,” he finished for me. His voice was different this time—lower, like the words tasted bitter in his mouth.

His face dropped. I had never seen him look like that before, like something in him was breaking apart.

Before I could say anything else, Mattheo suddenly winced, his whole body tensing as he let out a quiet but sharp breath. Brows furrowed and face paling.

“Mattheo?” My heart lurched as his legs buckled beneath him, and he crumpled to his knees, clutching his left forearm.

“Shit,” he hissed. His breathing was labored, his hand gripping his arm, so tightly his knuckles went white.

Panic surged through me as I knelt down beside him, my hands hovering over him, unsure of what to do. “Mattheo, what’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, with a pained grunt, he ripped off his robe and shoved up the sleeve of his uniform shirt, revealing the dark mark etched into his skin.

It was moving.

The ink-like tendrils twisted and slithered beneath his skin as if alive, pulsing with something dark and cruel. The black seemed even deeper than usual, as though it was burning into him.

Mattheo clenched his jaw, his other hand now digging into the stone floor as he let out a sharp exhale through his nose, eyes squeezed shut. His entire body trembled.

I reached out instinctively, my fingers hovering over his wrist, but I hesitated. “Mattheo—”

His head snapped up, his eyes wide, frantic. They were glossy, a deep, terrified brown, and the sight of them made my stomach twist painfully. I had never seen him look scared before. Not like this.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice shaking.

I didn’t know what to say. I had never felt this helpless in my life. I wanted to hug him to my chest, tell him that everything would be alright, that this would be over soon.

Before I could figure out what to say, footsteps echoed down the corridor.

Mattheo barely had time to shove his sleeve back down before Draco and Theo rounded the corner.

Theo froze, brows furrowing as he took in the scene before him—Mattheo on his knees, his face pale and strained, and me kneeling beside him, panic clear on my face.

But Draco—

Draco flinched, his own hand clenching at his left forearm, though he masked it better than Mattheo did.

His gaze flickered between us before his lips pressed into a hard line. “We need to go.”

Mattheo didn’t move.

Draco’s nostrils flared, his expression unreadable, but his voice was firm when he spoke again.

“The Dark Lord is summoning us,” he hissed. “He’s demanding our presence. Now.”

A chill ran through me.

Mattheo exhaled harshly, then, with great effort, pushed himself up onto unsteady legs. His hands were shaking as he adjusted his sleeve, his face blank, unreadable.

Draco and Mattheo locked eyes. Whatever silent exchange passed between them was tense, grim.

Theo stepped forward slightly, his gaze darting between them with barely concealed concern. “Mate—”

“I’m fine,” Mattheo cut him off, though his voice was hoarse.

I stood too, my hands still curled into fists. “Mattheo—”

His eyes flickered to mine for half a second before he turned away, his expression unreadable again.

Then, without another word, he and Draco disappeared down the corridor, their quick footsteps echoing in the silence.

Theo and I were left standing there, watching them go.

And I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to change forever.

—

"How long?" I ask, pacing back and forth for what must be the sixth time now. Maybe ninth? I don't recall, as I try to focus on anything besides the feeling of helplessness.

"Two, possibly three hours. Y/N, stop—"

What could he possibly want from them? Why Mattheo? Yes, he was his son but—

"Y/N, stop—" Two hands grabbed my shoulders and my eyes focused back on Theo who now stands in front of me, a frown deeply set on his face, "you're crying." He added, more like a statement, as his grip loosened.

I lifted my left hand, gliding my fingers across my wet skin, and glanced down at my glistening fingertips.

"It'll all be okay, it's not the first time this has happened."

I nodded, his hands rubbed my arms, trying to calm me down. I hugged him then, falling into Theo as I let my tears fall freely and my sobbing echoing inside their shared dorm.

Theo pulled me close and sighed, stroking my hair. "It will be alright—"

I wanted to scream and kick and demand answers no one could tell me except the dark lord himself. But I doubt I would ever be able to ask him. I hoped I wouldn't.

"Just friends, huh?" He muttered under his breath as we pulled apart, and I lifted my face into a tear strained grimace. Shrugging.

As I was about to answer, the dorm room door flew open, and I shriek, falling back into Theo, my eyes flying to the intruders.

Two masked men.

Death Eaters.

A sickly sweet voice spoke up first, "Aren't you two just what we were looking for, what a convenience—" I felt Theo pulling me back, slow but steady steps to the other side of the room, where his bed was. His wand.

Mine was below my robe, my left hand carefully slipping below.

"Try it, silly girl, and you'll deeply regret it." The right one spoke, freezing me in my movement. My breath shallow.

"Duck when I tell you." Theo whispers under his breath as he pulled me even closer. I pull my lower lip between my teeth and wait for his command—

"Either you're coming with us—freely—or we'll need to make you, your choice." They were stepping closer now, their wands help high and their masks not leaving a trace of humanity behind.

"Now!" Theo screams and I duck, pulling out my wand as Theo draws his, close enough to his bedside table, casting spells left and right as the two Death Eaters block every blow.

I hit one with depulso, but he recovers quickly, groaning and gaze fixed on me as Theo desperately tries to use protego.

"Glacius!"

I freeze, my wand falling and my tense form hits the ground, surely leaving bruises for later. Theo is momentarily distracted and hit by a cruel curse, I can barely register it as they both close in on us, binding us and—to my surprise— apparate with us. Apparating on school ground? How in the heavens—

I can't waste too much thinking on what happened as we arrived wherever they wanted us to be.

A dark, grim place. The air thick with a greenish tinted light pooling into a huge room through dusty windows. Arched almost four meters tall. My body felt heavy as my fingers started to regain sense, my cheeks as well.

But before I could even try lifting a finger, I was yanked up and turned around, my hands being tied with a charm, ropes snaking up my skin and pulling tightly, making me hiss out. Theo's groan was behind me, I tried to peer over my shoulder, and he was bound as well, his back facing mine, and we're forced to sit on chairs facing away from each other. More ropes slithering up my legs and binding me to the wooden legs.

My heart raced with anticipation and a dreadful feeling spread in my chest, this was awful. And a huge part of me knew—

this was far from being over.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Taglist: @genterom903 @a-little-funny

[okminer07]

Nuna Part 5

Her eyes widened. She whirled around and went to pull herself back to the water, only realizing now just how far from it she was. The mer looked down at her, his ears wilting. His hand twitched as if it was struggling to stay still.  

“Yeah, get over here as soon as possible and take him back to his nest.” Nuna turned and saw the human, not addressing her but a strange black box held up to her ear, “Do what you can to calm him down. Once he’s settled, get back to me.” She lowered the strange thing down and looked over at Nuna.  

She responded with a glare, inching away and shaking her gills as a warning.  

The human sighed, “I would really prefer this not be difficult, for either of us. So, could you please just trust me?”  

Nuna raised a brow, looking the human up and down. She didn’t look all that aggressive, no nets or tranquilizers strapped to her as far as she could see.   

“The more you cooperate, the sooner we can get you back in the water. I promise.”   

She stilled, relaxing her shoulders and gills. What choice did she have? She couldn’t run, couldn’t get back to the water, and resistance would most likely end with a needle in her spine.  

The mer let out a short snort. She looked back up at him. He met her eye before gently nodding his head forward, towards the human. Nuna turned back to the human and gave a curt nod, refusing to look her in the eye.  

“Okay.” she took a tentative step towards her, slowly making her way over. When she was about half a foot away, she kneeled, attempting to make eye contact. She held out her hand, “Let’s start over, I’m Taniel.” 

She stiffened, leaning away and hugging her tail to her chest. Her eyes flicked down to the human’s hand. Slowly, she raised her own hand and gave the human’s a quick tap before pulling it away. Why in the world did it feel easier to shake the hand, well finger, of a gargantuan mer than a human? 

“And you are?”   

“Nuna,” she murmured.   

The human smiled at the response, “Well, Nuna, I’m guessing you’ve had a rough couple of days.” She nodded, “And I can understand how scared you must be right now.”  

She rolled her eyes, “Sure, yet not enough to let me out of that tank?”  

Taniel’s face fell and she sighed, “I told them that was a bad idea.”  

“Them?”  

“The manager team… and my boss. The ones who bought you from that aquarium.” 

Nuna scrunched her nose, her face contorting in disgust, “Bought me?”  

The human’s face paled, “I know that sounds pretty bad, but they did it cause we wanted to give you a better life.”   

She raised a brow, “Better life?”  

“Yes. Those guys back there had no idea what they were doing.”  

“And you do?”  

She pursed her lips, “Well… not me directly. My job is with-”  

“Cetus! Hey buddy!”  

Nuna stiffened at the sound of more human voices. She whipped around to see two more approaching them. One was quite threatening in appearance, being quite muscular. The other was also a bit large but oddly enough, had hair the color of her own pink skin.   

Their attention seemed to be elsewhere, namely the gigantic presence behind her. The mer let out a low rumble at their approach and leaned his head down towards them. The two made their way over to one of the many boats and hopped in. The engine roared to life and the one with pink hair leaned over the stern.   

“Come on. Let’s get you back, huh?” 

The boat began to drift out and towards the exit of the small harbor. He looked after them before turning his attention back to Nuna. Taniel nodded towards the boat.  

“Go with them. We won’t be long.” He let out a long low rumble and his ears flopped down in a pout, “The moment we’re finished we’ll meet you back at your nest. Okay?”  

He let out another long rumble before his form slowly began to turn. The water splashed up onto the docks and the boats rocked dangerously as he maneuvered his way out of the harbor, his lengthy green tail looking like a moving island.   

“Is… is that his name?” asked Nuna.  

“What?”  

“What you called him, Cetus. Is that his name?”  

She paused for a moment before nodding, “Oh, yeah. Yeah it is, but it seems you two have already met.”  

Nuna narrowed her eyes, “Why can’t he talk? Is that your doing?”  

Her eyes widened and she promptly shook her head, “No, of course not. It’s sadly just a result of his disease.”  

“Disease?” she looked out to where he had been, now empty water. Was he ill? He didn’t seem ill, “What are you talking about?”  

Taniel raised her hand, “I think we are getting a bit off-topic. Let’s go back to explaining why you’re here.”  

She scoffed, “I know why I’m here. You’ve got some tank somewhere you’re gonna put me. Then you’ll invite people to press their noses to the glass and gawk at me.” she crossed her arms, “I’m right, aren’t I?”  

The human looked uncomfortable, now it was her turn to avoid eye contact, “I… supposed you’re half right, or maybe a third right. There is… a tank of sorts prepared for you.”  

Nuna snorted, rolling her eyes, “Thought so.”  

“But we weren’t planning to make you an attraction. We are trying to do what’s best for you.”  

Her gills stiffened and began to tremble, “Excuse me? What’s best for me?”  

Taniel’s face fell. She stared at her with wide eyes, “You… you don’t know, do you?”   

“Know what?”  

She grimaced, averting her gaze and letting out a heavy sigh, “Your kind is going extinct.”  

Nuna froze, her face going pale, “What?”   

“As of now, you’re the only known member of your species still alive.”  

Her stomach dropped and it felt like someone had poked a needle right through her heart, “You’re lying.”  

“Afraid not.”  

“No, no you’re wrong!” she snapped back, “There’s tons of us. We just know how to avoid your kind.”   

Taniel pursed her lips, “That might have been true a decade or two ago. But now, people know exactly where to find you.”   

Nuna’s mind immediately blipped back to that day. She had been curious by the weird sound, that odd roar that turned the water around her. There had never been any danger before from going to the surface, nothing to fear, so how was she supposed to know to be afraid? 

So, she wasn’t the only one. Not anymore.   

“Why?” she murmured, “What do they want with us?”  

“You, along with some other species, have become a bit of a commodity. For things like aquariums. People just aren’t impressed by fish anymore.” she shook her head “It’s ridiculous, barbaric even.”  

She glared up at her, “So it’s your kind's fault.”  

Taniel nodded, “Yeah, it is. I’m actually surprised you survived so long. Most die within the first few years from unfit conditions. I’m glad we got a hold of you when we did.”   

Nuna gritted her teeth, “Oh, how heroic of you. Take me from one tank to put me in another.”   

“That’s not what we’re doing!” she exclaimed, “We got you away from there so we can safeguard you and your species. All we want is to protect you and… and make up for what the rest of our kind are doing.”  

She narrowed her eyes, searching the human’s face for insincerity, “If you claim to have my best interest, then why don’t you let me go? Take me back to my lake?”   

“It’s not safe anymore. If we were to do that, I can guarantee that in less than a week you’ll be caught and put right back behind glass.”   

Her stomach dropped as she fully took in what the human was saying. If her lake was no longer safe, that meant her mother, father, everyone she had once known…  

She blinked and felt tears creep out from behind her eyes. They… they were gone. All of them… there was no point to her escaping, there was no home to go back too. She flinched when the human reached out and touched her hand. Instantly she wrenched it away to wipe her eyes.  

Taniel’s own eyes were glistening, “I’m… I’m sorry, but please, try to understand, I'm not your enemy. I want to help you. We want to help you.”  

She closed her eyes and breathed. A part of her shouldn’t have even been shocked, and she wasn’t sure why part of her was even sad. It had been so long, she barely even remembered anyone of her own kind. It wasn’t like being sad over it would change anything, she learned that early on when she had first been captured.   

“Is he like me?”  

“What?”  

“Cetus. Is he like me? The last of his species?”  

Taniel averted her gaze and sighed, “No, he’s here for a very different reason. I’m a little surprised you haven’t caught on to it. But I guess you don’t really know what’s normal.”  

“Is he not normal?”  

She shook her head, “No. He’s quite the anomaly.  Didn’t you find his… his size a little odd when you first met him?”   

Nuna thought for a moment. She vaguely remembered being told tales about the ocean, about the monstrous mers that resided in its depths, “A little? I don’t know. I was more focused on whether or not he’d eat me.”  

“His species isn’t supposed to get that big. Nowhere near that big. They’re usually more around your size.”  

Her eyes widened and her lips parted, “What? Then… then why is he so…”  

“It's his disease.” said Taniel, “Ever since birth his body just… didn’t know when to stop growing, and it still wouldn’t if it weren’t for the medicine.”   

“Medicine?”  

“What we were doing with him here.” she pointed up to the remaining of the needles, “That’s what those are for. Without it, he’d still be growing.”   

Nuna felt her stomach drop, “He could get even bigger?”  

“Yeah.”  

Her mouth fell open. She had barely been able to believe that something living could be that big! Let alone get any bigger. 

She felt an uncomfortable inch in her mind as she glanced over at the place the other needle had been, “I’m… I’m sorry… I didn’t know. I thought you were…. were hurting him.”  

To her surprise, Taniel smiled, “I know. I’m not upset, you were just trying to help.” she raised her finger, “On that subject, I’d like to ask you something. You’re no longer worried about him… well him eating you, are you?”   

“N-no.”   

She smirked, “It seems he’s taken a liking to you.”  

Her cheeks suddenly flared, she had no idea why though, “I… I guess.”  

Taniel looked out over the water, “He’s been alone for so long. Me and my team haven’t always been here but even with us, he is still on his own most of the time.”   

She looked down, her heart murmuring with pity. The image of herself, curled up at the bottom of her enclosure, came to mind. Then that image morphed in Cetus. 

“I don’t mean to put you on the spot but, I think he’d really enjoy it if you… perhaps stayed with him in the bay.”   

Nuna whipped her head around to stare at her, “What?”  

She sighed, “Like it or not, you’re gonna have to stay here, and originally you were going to stay in your own tank like I said. But if you were to stay in the bay, you’d have much more space and you’d be keeping him Cetus company.”   

She stared back at the human, her mind like a whirlpool. Stay? Stay here? With… with him? With him in the bay? With her? Her stay in the bay? With him?  

Part of her thought back to how she felt when they first met, terrified. What could a creature that size possibly be capable of?  Another part was still trying to come up with another option, it wasn’t successful. Taniel had made it clear that no matter what she was stuck here, but now was offering the decision between a tank, just like before, or a wide open body of water with a giant mer in it.  

Then, there was a feeling that didn’t seem to originate from her mind. She couldn’t identify it but it was strong. It felt like the same feeling that caused her face to turn a deeper pink. What was this? And why did it get stronger the longer she thought about him?   

He… he hadn’t been a threat to her thus far, quite the opposite. But would that stay the same?  

“I understand this is a bit of a hard decision. But would you be willing to at least try it? And if you don’t like it just say the word.”   

She thought for a moment. I mean, what’s the harm in at least trying, “Are you sure he won’t be aggressive?”  

Taniel laughed, “Trust me, he’s all bark and no bite. He can be a bit… impulsive, but I don’t think you’ll have to worry.”  

Nuna took a deep breath before she answered, “I… I’m willing to try it.”  

She broke into a huge smile. Without warning she leaned over and wrapped her arms around her. Nuna tensed, pushing the human off of her, “Sorry, sorry. I’m just… Thank you.” She stood, “Now, how about you and I go find him. Jonna and Nikos took him back to his nest. Do you know what I'm talking about?” she nodded, “Do you think you can get there on your own? I can help you get back into the water if you-”  

“No, no I think I can manage on my own.” She turned her back to the human and began to drag herself over, wincing as her tail rubbed harshly against the ground.   

“You sure about that?”  

Nuna sighed, flopping onto the ground, “No.”  

She frowned when the human chuckled as she walked back over, “I’m gonna lift you up, okay?” she tensed as the human’s hands slid under her and with a grunt, she was heaved up and into the human’s arms bridal style. This is humiliating.   

With some effort, Taniel managed to carry her over to the water’s edge and released her. Nuna let out a short yelp as she tumbled back into the water, but a second later it felt heavenly to be back.  

“I’ll meet you over there, okay?”  

Nuna nodded before diving under and swimming away.  

Following the same route she had taken to get to the harbor, she swam all the way back. Once she knew she was getting close, she swam up and breached the surface. She blinked the water out of her eyes and peered out. There he was, lying down on a small beach. Even hundreds of feet away, he still looked massive. His tail snaked around and dipped back into the water, its movements creating small waves. He had himself lowered down to the point where his chin was digging into the sand and at his cheek were two microscopic figures.   

He didn’t look all that happy. His ears were drooping and his mouth was set in a deep frown. The two humans seemed to be trying to get his attention, maybe even cheer him up, but it had no effect. Nuna’s stomach squirmed with guilt. Was she the reason he was upset?  

She breathed before cupping her hands around her mouth, “Uh… hey! Hey Cetus!”  

His head shot up and whipped around, his ears perking up. The humans jumped and quickly backed away. Cetus stared in her direction, his eyes searching the water’s surface.   

With a massive splash, he dove into the water with such speed that didn’t seem possible for a being his size. His long tail fin disappeared and Nuna gulped, oh no.  

Mere seconds later a wave created by his head breaching the surface washed over her and water continued to rain down from his dripping hair. The world around her darkened; she looked up just in time to see his head descending towards her.  

She gasped as his nose collided with her, pushing her back underwater. Her eyes squeezed shut and she waited for everything to stop moving until she opened them again. Cetus rumbled all around her and she felt a firm weight pressing her against him. She peered over her shoulder and was immediately met with the green skin of his hand, holding her there.   

She knew she should be afraid, and should be a panicked mess, but she wasn’t. Cetus let out another rumble, more like a hum or purr. Like before, her body seemed to simultaneously stiffen and relax from his touch. She laid her head against him and brought up a trembling hand to stroke as much of his face as she could. The moment her fingertips met his skin, he let out another purr-like rumble. 

“I uh… I’m glad to see you too.”  

He slowly pulled away and as he did, his hand curled around her. She was brought up to his chest and the world around her spun as he turned, his long tail twisting and curving tail seeming to have no end. With her in his clutches, he swam back over to his nest.   

Nuna’s hair whipped around her as he sped along, coming to an abrupt stop when he reached where the beach began. Her head spun as he heaved his upper half back up onto the sand and he brought his hand over in front of his face. His fingers loosened and his hand rotated so she dropped into his open palm.   

“Cetus, what are you doing? Put her-”   

“No no, he’s fine.” Nuna peered over the edge and saw that Taniel had joined the other two humans, her hands tucked into her pockets as she smiled up at them.  

The male human next to her elbowed the pink haired one, “Looks like Cetus has found himself a little friend.” he winked. 

@muppenthings @alserm @mirror2thespirit

[xoxorory]

Vows, Vows, and a Wedding Plans with Percy Jackson

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Daughter of Aphrodite!Reader Genre: Humor | Fluff | Word Count: ~1.8K Warning: English si not my 1st lenguage lol Requested by: @simpingmyassoff

It had been a long time since Percy and I started our relationship. Four years together, almost five. Sometimes it felt like everything was a dream, as if the world was brighter when we were together. Him, with his carefree attitude, and me, always lost in my thoughts, but with one certainty: Percy Jackson would be my future. And no, I wasn't exaggerating.

"Babe, what are you doing?" Percy asked, looking at me from the door of the cabin.

"Nothing," I quickly replied, covering the notebook where I had been planning every detail of our wedding. I knew he would never take me seriously if he saw it.

"Sure," he responded, knowing something was up. He came closer and sat down beside me. "Can I see what you're writing?"

I sighed. There was no turning back now. We had already talked about getting married young, and of course, we had so many ideas in mind. It wasn't crazy considering what we were: demigods, with such uncertain lives that we thought the best thing was not to waste time.

"The thing is..." I started, looking at the notebook I had already started filling with drawings, colors, and details. "I've got the whole wedding planned."

Percy looked at me curiously, narrowing his eyes.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything. What I want is for it to be on the beach," I said, getting excited. "It's perfect, don't you think? A small wooden bridge, like those that go over the water, so the dress doesn't touch the sand. In light blue and white. And a wedding cake with those colors, light blue and white, with pink details."

Percy stared at me in silence for a moment, then let out a low laugh, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Are you serious?" he asked, smiling as always.

"Yes," I replied without hesitation. "The vows, Percy. The ceremony. And the speech... well, I want your mom and my mom to give it."

Percy looked at me a little confused, and I saw his eyebrow raise. Sometimes I forgot how inexperienced he was with these things.

"Sally and... and my mom?" Percy seemed even more puzzled.

"Of course," I said, rolling my eyes. "Aphrodite has her... ways. And Sally has to be part of this, she's your mom! Besides, who better to talk about love than the two of them?"

Percy leaned back, propping his arms on the sand. "You surprise me, you know? I didn’t imagine you had all this in mind."

"Oh, Percy," I said, looking at the sea. "It’s just that it’s something I can’t get out of my head. I’ve been thinking about this since we were fourteen. I always knew we’d be something bigger than anything else in this camp."

Percy looked at me with tenderness, as if all of this made more sense than I realized.

"You know... I don’t care about the cake’s color or what the dress is like," he said, standing up to come closer. "All I want is for you to be my wife. I don’t care if it’s on the beach, in the activity room, or even underwater."

I laughed, feeling my heart race. He always said things with such confidence that sometimes it scared me. It was so natural for him, like there was no challenge in our relationship.

"You’re a mess," I said, touching his cheek.

"I know. That’s why I fell in love with you."

Percy grinned from ear to ear. Then he leaned toward me, taking my face in his hands with that intensity that left me breathless.

"I love you," he whispered, his eyes reflecting a promise that was deeper than any words.

I felt a little embarrassed by how sudden the moment was, but I didn’t pull away. I leaned in to kiss him softly.

"And I love you," I replied, never breaking eye contact.

We were ready to face whatever came our way. We knew what we wanted, and although the demigod life made it difficult, we would face it together.

Percy laughed between kisses and pulled back a little to look at me.

"What I want is for all of this to be real. And if that beach wedding with the pink cake becomes a reality, I don’t care."

I gave him a little shove, laughing.

"Wait, and you haven’t thought about your vows? What would you say, Percy Jackson?"

His face lit up with a conspiratorial expression.

"I’ve got it figured out," he said, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. "I promise I’ll always be with you, even when the sea is about to swallow us. And I promise nothing will separate us, not even the roughest waters."

"That’s not a very romantic vow, huh?" I said, laughing.

"It’s what I’ve got," he said, winking. "Does it work for you?"

I just nodded, feeling that my future with him would be everything I had dreamed of and more.

And even though our life was chaotic and dangerous, we knew that anywhere, under any sky or by the sea, the only place we really wanted to be was together.

And with that, the future became a lot brighter.

[spaceparadize]

Hey so does getting your face crushed in a record press fix your eyesight ? ~how tf was Winslow writing all that damn music without his glasses inquiring minds want to know

[hobisexually]

x

[kethabali]

i cant stop thinking about his lips and his eyes and his cheeks and how he smiles and how he stands and how he walks and how he looks at me his eyes oh his eyes he has the prettiest motherfucking eyes i have ever seen in my goddamn life

[lymtw]

Toji and his shy girl cuddle fucking WHO SAID THAT

A/N: EEHEE I heard it too 🤭 Even if the echo took a while to reach me 😔 No, but really, I loved this! It's been a while since i've written out a request 😅 I'm excited to start trying some of these, again :)

Thank you for sending in this request 💙

Toji and His Shy Girl

"Hey, you," Toji says, grinning like a menace at the way your body minimally jolts, like he scared you. "You don't like me or something?"

You turn to look at him, a barely there crease between your brows. "What? I do. What do you mean?"

"I mean, why don't you wanna be with me? You're sitting on your own island over there, while i'm over here... all alone... feeling like chopped liver."

He's cute, you think. Playfully dramatic enough to make you giggle. It's always nice to know he wants you around, too, when you keep your distance to give him that choice.

"I just thought you would want some space, is all," you explain. "This is a pretty long movie, I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"Would sitting with me make you uncomfortable?" Toji asks.

"No," you respond, though the thought of sitting next to him or on him, has your heart rate picking up. Most of the time, Toji wants it to be the latter, and when this happens, it feels like he's peeking at your soul. You feel like every nerve in your body is tingling and like your skeleton is buzzing. You know he can sense your nervousness, most of the time, and yet he doesn't take it easy on you. His patience, his charm, and his irresistible way of trying to seduce you—none of it ever gets easier to withstand without you feeling flustered.

"You're comfortable, I'm comfortable. We're both comfortable, so, come closer, sweetheart." He sees hesitance flash through your features, before you finally give in and start inching closer.

"Come on. Closer, baby," Toji instructs, watching as you continue to inch towards him. "Look at all this space. Get rid of it."

He chuckles at the properness of your folded hands in your lap, when you sit on the edge of the couch cushion, in front of his legs. "You're gonna stop there and keep watching the movie all uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," you say, smiling at him before facing forward, again. You can feel him staring at you as you try to focus on the movie. His hand goes to your thigh, an act that has your heart beating rapidly in your chest, close to being heard in your ears. He tugs at your sweatpants, earning your attention.

"I'll spell it out for you, doll. I want you here, lying right in front of me. Wanna cuddle with you and shit." You return your gaze to the screen and though anybody would think that it's rude, because it seems like you're ignoring him, Toji knows what it means. He knows it's hard for you to hold eye contact with him, sometimes, and that you looking away gives you time to collect your thoughts and prepare what you want to respond with.

"But you won't be able to see the movie," you say, as a last ditch effort to let him enjoy the movie without obstructing his view and invading his personal space.

"We'll make it work. Just come here. Please?" He pats the spot in front of him, directing you to lie right where he wants you.

"Okay," you say, more to yourself than to him. You scoot down a little more, before lying down on your side, on the exact spot he said he was wanted you. In an instant, you're swallowed up by him. He pulls you in so that you're pressed up against him, his leg overlaps yours, and his face goes straight for your neck.

"T-Toji, I know you can't see the movie. I can go back, if you want."

"Mm-mm. Nope. It's all good. Got what I need," he assures, low against your neck, a hand planted on your stomach. "Pretty baby," he murmurs, pressing kisses onto your skin. "You smell so fucking good."

You feel like some sort of soothing toy for him, with the way any time you sit with him, you end up stealing his focus and withstanding the way he mouths at your skin and runs his hands all over you.

"You comfortable? Have enough space?" He asks, kissing your earlobe. You nod in response and he hums, a click of his tongue and a couple pats to your stomach, expressing his disapproval of the nonverbal confirmation. "Say it, baby. Yes or no?"

"Sorry. Yes, i'm comfortable," you confirm, in a manner more to his liking.

"Mm... you're so good to me, doll," Toji praises, adding a kiss to the appreciation.

He understands that sometimes it's difficult for you to say things out loud and you'll dismiss your own discomfort for the sake of not having to verbalize what is bothering you. It's why he's so adamant on hearing you talk, over seeing you nod or shake your head in response to things. He's working on this with you. He's heard 'sorry' so many times, now, and each time, he rejects your apology, deeming it unnecessary, because he knows you're trying.

Things are still for a few moments. You get fully comfortable, lying there on the couch, with Toji spooning you, and manage to refocus on the movie. His hand goes under your shirt, meeting the warmth of your skin. It's a gesture that disturbs the calmness of your heart, as well as your focus on the TV, again.

"This okay?" He asks, caressing your stomach, occasionally pinching it, gently.

"Mhm," you hum, in response, before pretending to pay attention to the movie. You're too distracted by the dragging of his fingertips and the goosebumps he lures onto your skin. You're sure he can feel them, too, because his hand starts wandering higher up your torso, like he wants to get more reactions from you. You shift minimally when his fingers slide beneath the elastic band of your sports bra, grazing the bottom part of your breast.

"Still comfortable?" Toji asks, keeping his hand still until he receives a response from you.

"Yeah... you're okay," you assure, once again, resting your hand on his forearm. Your breath hitches when his fingertips brush against your nipple. Toji grins at the involuntarily squeeze you offered his arm, finding amusement in the way your body reacts to his touch.

Toji chuckles, lowly, at all your sudden fidgeting. "Does that feel good, mama? Want me to keep going?" He asks, planting a kiss on your shoulder. You're not stopping him. If anything, he can feel you gently pushing his arm so that his entire hand goes up your bra. "It's alright. You can tell me," he says, encouraging you to respond.

"It feels good. Please..." Your soft voice halts, a shuddered exhale released through your nose.

"Mhm, give me more. Please, what?" He says, baiting a more elaborate response from you. "Just saying 'please' doesn't tell me what you need, pretty."

"Please... keep touching me." You cringe, internally, the second the words come out. You don't even realize how proud Toji is or get to indulge in the praise he offers, because you're too busy overthinking what you just said.

"That was perfect," Toji murmurs, scattering light kisses onto your neck. His enormous hand stretches your bra, and grabs ahold of your breast. "I'll give you anything you want, sweetheart. Anything. The trick is... you gotta ask for it."

That alone is enough to teach you another lesson on not always being able to get what you want. It's not always so easy for you to ask Toji for things. He's seen you get frustrated, because of this. It happens, even if your frustration is never loud and you don't raise your voice or throw a tantrum. It's quite the opposite. Too many questions to your initial request, results in you shaking your head, as if to say, 'never mind. I'll do it myself'. Having to repeat yourself too many times, gets a similar result. Even in times when he's just asking you to describe something more, you lose patience with yourself and your inability to communicate what you need, efficiently, and essentially give up on explaining it to him, doing it yourself, instead.

It's times like these that really help you out in that aspect. You want something that you can make yourself feel, but receiving it from Toji makes it so much better, because of the element of surprise. You give him access to your entire body and he gives you everything you could ever want in terms of pleasure. You never know where he's going to touch you and what he's going to touch you with.

"You understand?" Toji asks, seeking comprehension from you. A small whimper interrupts the silence of an expected response. "I know. Tell me," he encourages.

Your grip on his arm gets tighter and more of your restrained soft sounds reach his ears as he keeps rolling your stiffened peak between his fingers. You gasp when he shifts his attention to your other breast and writhe in his arms. "Y-Yes—please—yes, Toji. I understand."

"Sensitive thing." He chuckles. "Look at that little arch. Bet you're soaked, already, huh?"

"Oh... god, i'm sorry," you mumble, relaxing your back against him, again. You feel like you could implode with how much attention you're being given. You just want to shrink and hide under the couch, and just watch the rest of the movie from there.

"You're fine, doll. I know the slightest touch does a lot to you," he says, brushing over your nipple, knowing that your reaction will emphasize his point. "You nervous?"

You groan in response to the question and turn your head so that your face is planted in the pillow, earning another deep chuckle from Toji.

"I'm not gonna eat you, mama," he jokes, grinning at the way your body trembles with contained amusement. "I mean... I can't lie and say I haven't thought about it before. You're sweeter than any candy or cookie—even cake. You're sweeter than all of it, but I need you here with me, so I can't... I won't eat you, alright?" His method of getting you to lighten up worked enough to lure giggles from you. "Yeah, there you go. Relax. Just wanna love on you," he murmurs, pressing kisses to your shoulder. "Wanna make you feel good. You want that, gorgeous?"

Throughout your time with Toji, you've learned that he's a very hands on man. He's constantly seeking your warmth and softness, because physical touch is his love language and he'll put in the work to get you to comfortably connect with him that way, too. You find that sometimes when you're lying in his bed, ready for the sleep part of sleeping over, he'll stick his head up your shirt and just fall asleep like that on your chest. It's easy for him to relax when he can hear your heart wildly beating in your chest. Sometimes, randomly, when you're just sitting next to him, he'll pick you up and set you down on him, just to watch you get flustered when he starts talking to you within such a close proximity. He loves the way you scramble to escape his sight, always ending up with your face buried in his neck.

"Aw, don't go all quiet on me, now, pretty. You know better. Say what's on your mind." His hand slides out of your bra and goes back down to your stomach, the roughness of his palm rubbing your soft skin. You don't like making him beg for you. He's patient enough with your nervous tendencies, you know he doesn't deserve it.

"I want you, Toji," you say, softly. It's a huge contrast to the hammering going on in your chest and the annoying rhythm in your ears.

"Yeah? Keep fucking going, baby. How do you want me?"

"Please," you mumble, reverting back to the familiarity of simplicity.

"No, not like that. Give me a little more," Toji clarifies.

"I... I want you to touch me... and make me feel good. Want you to feel good, too."

You feel and hear the rumble of his laugh behind you, a sound that makes your fingertips tingle and your stomach erupt with butterflies all over again.

"You precious angel. You want me to fuck you?"

You don't know how long you can last with your heart beating so fast. It's a miracle that it hasn't exploded, with how it's almost always racing when you're around Toji.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you nod, and offer a soft, yet, clear, "yes, please," giving Toji the consenting words he's been listening closely for.

"Alright, ma. You just focus on the rest of the movie and i'll take care of you, 'kay?"

"Mhm," you hum, in response. You pull on the drawstring of your pajama bottoms and begin pulling them down with one hand. Toji watches with a sly smirk on his face as he feels you shift around, more of your skin coming into view. This is your effort. This is what makes him love you so damn much. You try for him. He knows your heart is probably in shambles, as you kick the article off and wait for what's to come, but you're showing him that you want this, and that means beyond everything to him.

"You're so perfect, my girl," he says, pressing kisses to your ear. "So, so perfect..." he trails off when his fingers meet the wetness of your panties. He was right. You're utterly soaked. His hand dips into your underwear, instantly greeted by your warmth as he keeps digging. Two fingers drag through your slit, back and forth, for just long enough to have you fidgeting as he collects a sample of your sweetness. Once your thighs attempt to shut around his hand, craving more, he pulls it out and admires the glossy coating on his fingers. Without hesitation, he brings the digits into his mouth, a low hum of satisfaction leaving him as he licks them clean. His cock is throbbing in his pants, straining mercilessly against his boxers as he savors the aftertaste of you on his tongue.

"Straight up fucking sugar," Toji murmurs, as he hastily starts pulling down his own pants, ready to get a feel of what he just tasted. There's a breathiness in his voice, urgency that you can't process, because you can barely believe he sounds that way after tasting you. Then you feel it—the monster he packs, pressing against you.

"I'm all hard, just for you, pretty," he murmurs in your ear, as he starts grinding his bulge against your ass. "Feel that?" He groans. "It's all for you. All yours." He plants a kiss on your neck and halts the movement of his hips against you. His hand returns beneath your shirt, a slow drag up your abdomen, towards your chest. His fingers dip beneath the elastic once more and splay over your breast, squeezing. He can feel the stutter in your chest as he feels up the entirety of it. You keep fidgeting against him, and he recognizes this as your way of saying you need more.

"You ready for me?" He asks, still toying with your stiffened, sensitive peaks.

"Ready," you respond, maintaining your voice as steady and clear as possible. You squeeze his hand through your shirt for deeper assurance.

Toji smiles softly at your little gesture and pulls his hand out of your shirt. Just as he did when he was directing his touch towards your chest, he follows the same path down, tracing your curves until his hand makes it way between your legs. He moves the gusset of your underwear aside, an act that has you shaking your foot against the couch cushion.

"Relax, sweet girl," Toji hums, a low chuckle following. He lowers his boxers enough to pull his throbbing, drooling cock out and smears the precum that beads on his tip all over his length. Once it's all covered he guides his tip to the warm, slick ridden space between your legs. After running it through your slit a few times, to hear the squelching sounds and your little whimpers when he catches your clit, he slowly starts sinking into you.

"There, baby," Toji murmurs. His warm palm rubs the softness of your stomach and he scatters wet little kisses on your shoulder and your neck, all while he continues feeding your cunt his inches. "You're so fucking cute," he coos, listening closely to the sound of your little whimpers and gasps. "Fuck..." he groans, once his hips are flush against you. He can feel the way you clench and flutter around his pulsing cock, making the fit even more snug for seconds at a time.

"All good, little lady?" He asks, pinching your goosebump covered stomach.

"Mhm," you hum, a chime of your giggle following.

Toji's hold on you is secure. He has you. Warm and gentle caresses and brushes of his fingers on your skin prove it, along with the way he languidly grinds his hips against you, as if to remind you that you're connected in the most physically intimate way. It's not like you could ignore it, anyway. You feel all of him. His warmth, his strength, his company. It's impossible to ignore Toji.

"This movie's pretty boring, huh?" He asks, not even paying attention to what's going on, like he hasn't been since you crawled into his arms.

"You're not even watching," you reason, smiling at the kisses he presses to your ear.

"Got a reaaally good distraction right in front of me." He buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent. "So warm and pretty and mmm... Can't focus on anything else," he purrs.

"It's okay. You can choose the next... the next one, too..." you gasp at the slow thrusts he offers. With every roll of his hips, his cock slides out just about halfway before sheathing back into the velvety warmth of your walls.

"I don't want to watch TV, anymore. Wanna watch you," he murmurs, monitoring your reactions to his movement. Every twitch, every shift of your legs against his. It's adorable, the way you push your face just a little bit more into the pillow when he tries to get a peek at you.

"Like that, baby?" He murmurs, a deep groan following. "Mhm? Yeah, I know," he says, like he's responding to your moan.

"Toji," you hum out, an unintentional amount of sultriness dripping off his name.

"Fucking- god, you sound so pretty, mama. Let me hear that again. Do it again."

His hips pick up the pace a little, just enough to coax more of those melodic sounds of yours. His hand dips lower, proceeding down the front of your underwear, his thick fingers gliding down towards your slippery clit. It doesn't take much of this electric addition to your pleasure to have you squirming and writhing against him. It's hard not to want to squish his hand between your thighs.

You whimper, a slight arch curving your back. Your clammy, shaky hands grip onto the couch cushion beneath you, your knuckles protruding from the force you put into your hold. You think he's on the brink of devouring you—absorbing you— with how he's holding you like you'll teleport into space if he lets go for a second.

"Say my name," he says, calmly, directly in your ear. "Call for me, sweetheart. Who's touching you? Who's making you feel like this?"

"T-Toji," you obediently pronounce, meekly, yet, to the man's utmost satisfaction.

"Again—fuck, baby—again," he groans, speeding up his fingers on your clit. He knows the motions spiked your pleasure because of how your body tensed up against him.

Sloppy kisses are pressed to your nape, as well as the side of your neck, where you know fully well that he must have left a plethora of marks already. You can hear the consistent sharp breaths he releases through his nose as he begins to desperately roll his hips into you, chasing what's coming up on him ridiculously fast. He's not aggressive—not entirely soft—but there's just enough movement to where you can hear a slight creak in the couch.

"Toji," you croon, softly. "T-Toji, Toji," you repeat, a high pitched whimper ending your little chain of his name.

"Oh, you're so fucking sweet, doll. So fucking sweet..." he mutters, his voice deep enough to make goosebumps spread anew, all over you. He hums at the feeling of your cunt erratically clenching around him. It's a tell tale sign—along with the frequency of your precious little sounds—of how you're right there, about to cum all over his twitching cock.

Toji loves how flustered you get when he has you tell him that you're about to cum, but he also loves the abruptness that comes with you being so overwhelmed by his touch and how he handles you, that for a few seconds you tense up and release all the sounds that bubble up in your chest, caving to the relentless amount of pleasure you feel without a warning.

"You're my pretty girl," Toji says, lowly, grinning when that's all it takes for you to gasp and arch off his front. Your body trembles and your thighs squeeze around his hand when his fingers continue to rub your clit. His tip just continues to prod at the sensitive spot within you, further intensify the sensation coursing through you. You're aware of how your moans have gotten louder and attempt to muffle them with the pillow, but your breathy little cries can be heard, regardless.

They spur on Toji's own release. His hand comes out of your underwear to avoid overstimulating you and glides up your abdomen, aiming towards your chest. He grabs ahold of one of your breasts, his hand smothering the entire thing as he squeezes and kneads it. You can hear his breathing grow heavier, his thrusts more punctuated, and a little faster in pace. The creaking of the couch is more frequent, as are his groans in your ear. His hold on you is tight. With his forearm having brought you back as close as you can be to him, you're locked in. With a few more thrusts, into your dripping wet warmth, he's spilling his load into you, breathy, deep voiced expletives tumbling off his lips as smears your gooey walls with all the warm, creamy substance.

"F-Fuck..." he groans, slowing the roll of his hips to a languid grind. "I got you," he says, chuckling at the gasp you let out from being filled even more. He drags unfocused, wet kisses over your shoulder and stills his hips entirely with a heavy breath. "Got you, mama." He loosens his hold on you, allowing you to breathe and move a little more freely. "Good?"

"Mhm. Good," you assure.

"Good. Gimme a kiss," he requests, smirking at the sound of your tittering. "What? You laughing at me 'cause I want a little smooch?"

"No," you say, through soft, but, more audible giggling.

"You promise?" He says, grinning at the slight tremble of your shoulders as your twinkles of laughter continue. "I'll let it slide, just this once. Now, give me a kiss, baby."

With a smile lingering on your face—the aftermath of your short giggle fit—you lie back a little and crane your neck as much as you comfortably can. Toji leans in the rest of the way and presses his lips to your sweet, lip balm layered ones, brushing them over and over as if he's parched and you're a glass of water. Both of your bodies react to the spark of desire reigniting through the gentle gesture. You can feel him throbbing inside you, while he can feel you clenching around him. His hand pawing at your chest makes butterflies swarm in your stomach and fuels the fluttering going on below.

You hear the dramatic background music of the movie's end credits and break the kiss, facing forward. You realize now that you paid just as much attention as he did—almost none—even when you agreed to keep watching as he touched you.

"Play another boring one," Toji says, behind you, already nipping at your ear, because your attention isn't solely on him anymore.

"But you won't watch it," you say, shuddering at the chill that runs down your spine, when you feel his lips behind your ear.

"That's the point."

[rowarn]

EXPERIENCE (m.)

könig x inexperienced!reader

tags: age gap, acquaintances to lovers, afab!reader but gn

cw: loss of virginity, cunnilingus, fingering, hand riding (hear me out), pussyjob, talking u thru it, praise, pet names (liebling, little one), size kink/difference, handjob, reassurance/encouragement kink, wet&messy, konig is uncut hehe, squirting

note: konig is in his 40s and reader is in their 20s!

;in which you live in the same building as a really hot, older, military man

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When you met König, you never expected the harmless interactions to ever evolve into anything substantial. He lived somewhere in the same apartment building as you did, though you didn’t know where exactly. Most times, you would find him in the elevator or cross paths with him in the lobby. 

You knew he was in the military, most of the people living in the building were. It was close to the nearby base and had rent for a damn good price. The way he carried himself, back straight and body seemingly always at attention gave him away. 

He was massive, standing much taller above you with broad shoulders and thick thighs. A lot of the time he was wearing a hood over his face, mostly when he was coming or going from work – which was seemingly all the time. 

On the few occasions that you caught him without the hood, you could tell it was him solely by his build. There was no one else in the building who looked anything like that. 

He was handsome, in a rugged, tired kind of way. He was a lot older than you were expecting him to be – probably in his early to mid forties, you guessed. He had salt and pepper hair, fine lines etched onto his face, and stern eyes from (no doubt) many years in the military. 

You had never properly spoken to him before. Hell, you didn’t even know his name. You greeted him when you saw him and smiled in passing when you made eye contact. Occasionally, he would respond in an accented voice that you longed to ask about. 

The event that changed everything was a fun little night out you had with your friends. You had maybe had a bit too much to drink before finally conceding at your friends’ behest to call yourself an Uber. 

By the time you reach your apartment building, you’re still very buzzed and starting to feel a little nauseous. You stumble to the elevator and impatiently slam your thumb on the button over and over again, losing count as you do. 

“It’s not going to come any faster,” an accented voice drones next to you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” you wheeze, hand over your racing heart.

“You should be more aware of your surroundings then,” he says, “Especially when you are intoxicated.”

You huff through your nose, growing annoyed at the prospect of being lectured. The elevator grants mercy and dings before slowly opening. There's a rowdy group of men inside who quickly walk out of the elevator, seedy eyes immediately finding their way to you, scanning your body up and down as they pass by. 

You feel that nauseous pit in your stomach twist as you finally step onto the elevator. Nothing to ruin your jovial mood from a nice evening more than a group of leering men. Living in an apartment building filled with soldiers, it wasn’t unusual to have them stare at you – didn’t mean you liked it. 

You cross your arms over your chest as König steps on, the elevator creaking and groaning under his immense weight. 

“What floor?” he asks softly, glancing at you over his shoulder as he stands in front of the button panel.

“3,” you mumble, leaning against the back wall. You watch him punch in the 3 but not anything else, making you raise a brow, “You live on 3 too?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t say another word. You narrow your eyes at his back, if he feels you looking, he doesn’t give it away. The elevator is plunged into silence aside from the quiet sound of the shaft moving up and up until it dings and the doors slide open. 

He steps out first, standing in the threshold to keep the door from closing as you push yourself off the wall. Your head swims for a second and you stumble past him, keenly aware of his eyes on you. 

You wander down the hallway, glancing over your shoulder to see him slowly stalking behind you. His arms hand limply by his sides, his fists clenched into fists but he remains a respectable distance. 

“Why are you following me?” you ask, unable to hide the nervousness in your tone, “You said you don’t live on this floor.”

“Young recruits are tools,” he supplies simply, “I am making sure you make it to your door without any problems.”

That causes you to hum and for a little flutter in your stomach to manifest. You brush it off and pause at your door, pulling your keys out so unlock it. You push it open and step in, letting it hit your back to keep it from closing as you turn to look at your companion.

“Thank you…um…” you clear your throat and look at him expectantly. 

“König,” he supplies simply, arms tucked behind his back, making him look even wider. 

“König…” you repeat, feeling the words on your tongue, “Interesting name. Where are you from?”

“Austria,” he replies almost mechanically, “I will be going now.”

You don’t get to say another word before he’s stalking away and down the hallway, heavy footfalls practically rumbling the ground beneath him. You slowly close your door and lean against it, hand placed over your racing heart – when did that start up? 

You blame it on your inexperience when it comes to men. You’d had a couple boyfriends, pretty standard for someone in their 20s. Your problem was none of them were ever good enough. The over-zealous types who wanted their dicks sucked as gratitude for paying for dinner. Then would turn around and either give you the most lackluster head of your life, barely any foreplay before trying to shove his dick into an unprepared hole. 

You had never given them the chance, once they showed they were only interested in their own pleasure and would more than likely not even think about touching your clit or angling for your g-spot, you stopped them and kicked them out. More often than not, you woke up to a break-up text because of course you did. 

So that was how you were still a virgin and more or less, at this point, given up on dating. You’d been single now for the better part of 6 months and had no intentions of giving any men your own age a shot at it. 

But…you hadn’t considered an older man. Like König. 

At that thought, you pushed yourself off the door and kicked your shoes off, intent on taking a shower to hopefully wash these drunken thoughts out of your head. So he’d been nice and walked you to your door, no questions asked, so what? Didn’t make him any different from men your age. 

As you made it to the bathroom, you felt your stomach finally churn for the final time and found your head buried in the toilet. You cursed yourself for not listening to your friends, who apparently knew your own limits better than you did. 

The next time you see König is just a few days later. You walk into the apartment’s gym on the ground floor, and there he is – sitting lifting weights. You pause when you see him, feeling that traitorous flutter in your chest you were sure you puked out that night you had learned his name. 

You watch the way his biceps flex, bulging so large you’re sure not even two of your hands could wrap around the girth of it. There were some scars littering his skin, most of them white and raised from age but a few that still had that new tissue pink color. You also noticed some fading tattoos encircling his forearms. Fuck, he was hot. 

You hung your head and scampered over to the treadmill, intent on getting your cardio up. 

As you run, you notice a group waltz in, laughing and shoving each other. You glance over at them, rolling your eyes when some of them make eye contact and nudge their buddies. They lean in close and whisper to each other with shit eating grins on their faces and you find frustration building up so you try to ignore them. 

“Quiet,” you hear an accented voice snap, full of authority, “You are disturbing everyone.”

The rowdy young men quiet down immediately and clear their throats, “S-Sorry, Colonel,” one of them utters.

‘Colonel? Is that high ranking?’ you find yourself wondering, making a mental note to look that up later. 

Either way, König manages to make the gym peaceful once again and you finish your workout with no other hitches. 

You grab your towel and dab at the sweat on your face and neck as you swiftly make your way out of the gym, completely unaware of the shadow following closely behind. 

You slow to a stop at the elevator, punching the button to call it as you sip on your water bottle, mindlessly going over what else you need to do with your day. The shadow behind you remains stagnant, still and silent as it lurks behind your unsuspecting form as the elevator opens and you step on. 

He follows, hefty weight causing the elevator to groan as usual. That gets your attention and you jump, placing a delicate hand over your racing heart just like you had before, eyes wide in shock at his appearance.

“You’re doing it on purpose now!” you whine at him and he has to fight back a smile at it. 

“I told you that you needed to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he replies smoothly, pressing the 3 button for you before pressing 5 for himself. 

“How is a guy as big as you able to be so quiet?” you ask softly, making note of the floor he lives on. 

“Years of training,” he gives a quick response that you hum at. There is a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again, “You never gave me your name.”

He sees the way you look at him in surprise and he almost wishes he could rip the words from the air as soon as he says them. He doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea that he actually wants to get to know you. 

But you smile softly and give him your name with a kind nod of your head before the elevator grants him mercy and dings at the arrival on your floor.

“See you around, König,” you say as you step off. 

He doesn’t respond. 

Once back in the safety of your apartment, you find yourself going through the entire interaction in your head over and over again. Your heart races as you think back on him. 

It's as you’re making dinner for yourself that you finally have the coherent thought of revelation that you may have a crush on König. 

The revelation is almost enough to have you groaning out of frustration into the quiet sanctity of your apartment but you manage to refrain. But you can’t deny you don’t quite know what to do about it now. You had sworn off of men but…that was men your own age. König was…older than you, surely at least 15 years your senior, possibly more. You figure it couldn’t hurt to ask him out for some coffee one of these days. 

Except, the next time you see König is almost 2 weeks later. You don’t see hide nor hair of him at all. It definitely puts a damper on your confidence and you almost think your crush was just a fleeting little thing and for that you’re grateful for. 

Until the elevator opens one day and there he is. He’s wearing his hood but his eyes look even more exhausted than usual – beyond the general tiredness that comes with age. You carefully step on, joining him in the downward descent to the lobby. It’s just the two of you and feel that fluttering in your chest start up again and your hands begin to sweat. You scour your brain for something to say — anything to start up a conversation after so long of not seeing him.

“Haven’t seen you around,” you mutter softly. He hums softly in acknowledgement but doesn’t supply much of a response beyond that, “Where have you been?” you try again.

“Deployed,” he finally responds after several seconds of silence. 

You can’t find any way to respond or keep the conversation going but it’s sure that he has no intentions of doing so anyway. Still, it surprised you that he had been deployed, you hadn’t considered that. It made sense now that you thought about it. 

The elevator opened and you both stepped out. He walked much faster than you, beelining out of the apartment and you briefly considered letting him go but another part of you wanted to stop him and ask him out. 

You cursed to yourself and jogged forward, calling his name. He stopped in his tracks at the sound of you calling for him. He looks down at you over his nose, a burning gaze that makes your nervousness spike. Perhaps it wasn’t such a good time after all. 

“What?” he snaps, clearly impatient.

“Oh um…” you clear your throat and slow to a stop, “N-Nevermind…”

He huffs through his nose and resumes storming out of the apartment. You find yourself sighing deeply, following his lead. When you get outside, he’s nowhere to be seen and you once again find yourself wondering how a man of his size is so good at not being seen. 

A few nights later, the weekend rolls around and you find yourself standing in that damned elevator with him once again. He’s maskless and it gives you pause before stepping on. 

It’s silent for a few seconds before he says, “I am sorry for the other day.”

You look up at him with wide eyes, “Um…what do you mean?”

“I was not polite towards you,” he answers, casting a soft gaze towards you that makes your heart flutter, “I took my bad mood out on you and I should not have. So…I am sorry.”

“Oh…” you clear your throat and give him a smile, “it’s alright, König. I shouldn’t have bothered you with something silly.”

He frowns at you, “Something silly?”

“It’s nothing,” you assure him, smiling kindly at him. 

He wants to ask you what you mean but the elevator door opens and you step out, making him realize that you reached your floor. You wave your goodbye to him as the doors close and he lets his head fall back with a sigh once he’s alone.

Yet another bad day weighed heavily on his shoulders when you came waltzing into the elevator, bright eyed and happy. His fists were clenched behind his back and he did his best to avoid looking at you, hoping you would take the hint and not speak to him like you usually did. It hadn’t been but a day since he had apologized to you for making an ass of himself in the lobby and he didn’t want to do the same thing so soon after. 

But then you say something that sends it all crumbling down.

“Hey…” you start, fidgeting your fingers in front of you, “Would you like to get coffee sometime? Maybe lunch?”

You ask it so sweetly and softly. For some reason, that grates on his nerves even more than anything.

“What?” he snaps, cold and sharp in a way that makes you visibly freeze. 

You look up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, “Um…w-well, I just…it’s…I would like to…”

Your nervous babbling only serves to piss him off even more as his glare narrows down on you, making you shrink in on yourself where you stand. Suddenly, the elevator feels much smaller than it had ever before – even with him filling most of the space as usual. 

“You want to go out with me?” he spits, his accent growing stronger with every venomous word that he can’t seem to stop from spilling from his lips, “I am twice your age, what the hell makes you think I would want to date you?”

You swallow thickly around the lump forming in your throat and bite back the tears that threaten to form. He hears you sniffle and promptly snaps his head to look at you. Under the ugly, yellow light of the elevator he can see the tears trickling down your cheeks and he suddenly wants to slap himself into the next decade. 

He wants to open his mouth so badly and apologize for being so cruel to you. He knows he could have told you no in a much softer way rather than making your feelings seem like something revolting or stupid. But the elevator doors open and you’re slipping out before he even has a chance. He decides not to chase after you. 

It’s for the best, he assures himself. 

It only takes a few days before he’s vehemently regretting not stopping you then and there. 

It happens on a Friday night, the elevators are closing just as a hand jumps between them, sending them opening again. You step on, giggling in a way that tells him you’re just a little inebriated. You freeze when you see him standing there, maskless and cold gaze as he watches you tug a young man into the elevator behind you – clearly a little drunk himself. 

You pointedly stand in front of König, keeping your back to him to show that you’re not even willing to look at him. König feels his heart clench painfully in his chest before it’s replaced by a wash of anger as he watches the young man paw at you. He slips his hand down your back to grope at your ass, making you giggle breathlessly before you’re batting his hands away with a little bat of your lashes. 

König wishes he had an excuse to step off the elevator at the same time as you – anything to prolong his time with you. He’s never felt the desire to cockblock someone more in his whole entire life. 

But he doesn’t move. He just watches you step off without a single glance in his direction before you’re vanishing around the corner and the elevator doors close silently, leaving König alone with his thoughts. 

You couldn’t believe you brought this guy to your apartment. You especially couldn’t believe you were letting him strip you of your clothes and paw at your body like some kind of mindless dog. You had sworn to yourself that you were not going to fall into this trap again – a 20-something year old guy buying you a drink, complimenting you a little, teasing and groping you in the club until you caved and brought him home. It wasn’t your first go around – and it always ended the same way.

But you were drunk and you needed to get your mind off that stupid, giant Austrian military man that lived in your building. And wouldn’t you know it, he was on the elevator as soon as you got in. It was almost enough to sober you up, your wounded pride and feelings still so prevalent even after a few days of nursing the hurt. 

You could only hope that this would relieve you of your hurt feelings. 

Unfortunately, you quickly realized that this was a mistake. 

As soon as he started groping you, spreading your legs and trying to stuff his cock inside you without so much as a single finger of prep – you knew this wasn’t going to happen.

You tried to lead him, thinking maybe he was a little too tipsy to actually think about it.

“How about a little prep, hm?” you ask softly.

He pauses what he’s doing and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, “Oh…you’re one of those…”

He says it in disgust and you feel yourself bristle in annoyance, “One of what?”

“You want me to eat you out, right?” he scoffs, rolling his eyes, “That shit’s gross, c’mon just let me stick it in, already.” It was that moment that you felt any minute desire you had to have sex evaporate. 

You don’t even bother walking the guy out, leaving him to limp to the elevator in shame with a hard cock and blue balls.

It takes you a few days to find it in yourself to crawl out of your apartment. The only reason you actually do leave is because you’re in need of food – your little supply of ramen has depleted and you have to bite the bullet. 

After your little shopping trip at the nearby convenience store, you find yourself waiting for the elevator when a dark shadow looms over you. You feel a pit of dread in your stomach as you smell the musky, sweet scent of his cologne. But you don’t dare acknowledge his presence. 

He doesn’t give you long to ignore him, however, before he’s talking to you.

“How was your little date?” he asks, voice dripping in a tone of condescension that immediately puts you on edge. 

“What’s it to you?” you hiss, still not daring to look at him. 

He scoffs, “You went and found yourself a little toy to play with awfully fast. Seems your interest in me wore off quickly, no?”

That gets you to finally turn around, meeting his cold, indifferent gaze with your hot, teary one. You miss the look of surprise that flashes over his face.

“What is your problem?” you snap, “You rejected me, what the hell do you care what I do? And for your information, the date was shit. He was shit, like I should have expected any difference. God, I really am a fucking idiot,” you find yourself rambling, a lamenting spiel that you can’t seem to stop no matter how badly you want to, “Just like every prick before him, he was selfish and revolting. I thought I could finally get fucking laid and just call it a day but no, my stupid standards are too high and I find myself asking out the hot older guy in my building only for him to find me revolting!”

By the time you’re done ranting, the doors open and you storm out of the elevator, angrily gripping your bag of groceries. König is frozen where he stands, watching you leave as the doors slowly close – almost begging him to put his hand between them and stop them so he can chase after you. 

But he doesn’t.

It’s creeping up on midnight when there’s a knock on your apartment door. You’re curled up on the couch, watching some random show that you weren’t really invested in but couldn’t be bothered to change. 

The knock makes you jump, startled, but get up nonetheless. A quick peek in the peephole tells you exactly who it is before you even open it. 

You briefly consider not opening it period but find yourself opening it before you actually settle on a decision. 

König stands in front of you, a bouquet of flowers clutched in his hand, looking comically small. The sight is almost enough to get you to crack a smile. Almost.

But the residual hurt from the last few interactions you’ve had with him is enough to keep you stoic. You raise a brow and you practically see his confidence falter. A pang of guilt goes through you at the sight and you step aside, waving him in with a quiet huff. 

He closes the door behind him softly, kicking his boots off as he watches you wander into the living room. You take a seat on your couch, covering yourself with your throw blanket once again as you watch him wander in, gazing around at your decor before finally settling on you. 

“Um…” He clears his throat nervously and places the flowers on your coffee table, “I think that we should talk…”

“Should we?” you quip back.

He sighs, broad shoulders heaving with the movement before he takes a seat beside you, taking up a hefty amount of space on your small couch. 

“I want to apologize,” he says softly, folding his hands in his lap, “When you asked me out…I-I should not have spoken to you like that.”

You huff, crossing your arms over your chest, “If that’s all this is about, König, then you can go. I-I don’t really want to hear a half-assed apology about the way you rejected me. You’re not interested, let’s just move on from it. I’ll get over it.”

He shakes his head quickly and curses under his breath, a word you don’t understand – German, your brain supplies, helpfully.

“You are wrong,” he says, “I do not want you to get over it because I am interested.”

The gets you to perk up, eyes wide, “What do you mean? You said you–”

“I know what I said,” he mutters, “I am…twice your age…”

“So you mentioned before…” you reply.

“I do not think…you should be with someone old like me,” he continues softly, “You should be with someone your own age. That is what I thought. It is not that I don’t find you attractive; I think you’re sweet and lovely. But it's just…our age difference…”

“König,” you stop him from continuing, “I’m capable of making my own decisions.”

“I understand that but…” he trails off, casting a sideways glance across the room, away from you.

“I’ve tried dating men my own age, König,” you say, “It always ends the same – I send them home blue balled.”

He huffs out a laugh through his nose and finally sets his gaze back on you, “Why do you do that?”

“I don’t plan to…” you begin, running your hand along the soft fabric of your blanket, “it’s just that...I bring them home and then we start getting into it and it fucking sucks!”

“Sucks..?” The question is soft and drawn out. 

“He wants to fuck my throat and won’t even give me his fingers before trying to stick his dick in,” you spit, angrily glaring at the tv as you remember all your shit encounters, “I’ve never even let one of them go all the way.”

“You’re a virgin…?” he asks.

You shrug your shoulders, “I guess. I mean I’ve had shitty oral and stuff but…”

“I see…” he trails off, shifting in his seat, hands still folded in his lap, “Well, I would like to take you out for a date after all.”

You find a smile spreading across your face faster than you can stop it. You jump to your knees and throw your arms around his shoulders with a squeal of happiness, “Really? You mean it?”

He laughs breathlessly, a husky little sound that makes your heart race, “Does this weekend work for you?”

You eagerly nod your head and lean in. You catch the way his eyes widen briefly before your lips meet. You think he’s going to pull away from you but instead he cups the back of your head and deepens the kiss. 

You feel a shiver go through you at the feeling of his big, strong hand holding you there in the kiss. You couldn’t keep yourself from getting wet even if you wanted to. 

With your hands pressed against his firm chest, you toss one leg over his lap and find yourself seated on top of him. He breaks the kiss at that, hands migrating to your waist where he mindlessly strokes his thumb over the skin exposed by the way your shirt rode up.

You lean down and kiss him again and he groans against your mouth. You grind down against him in response to the throb that makes your pussy clench around nothing. You whimper into the kiss when he suddenly stops your movements with a firm grip. 

“We shouldn’t, liebling,” he whispers softly.

“Why not?” you whine, settling in his lips. You briefly realize that you can feel something hard beneath you and that makes you start dripping in your panties, “Don’t you want to?”

“I-I do…” he assures, “I just…want to properly court you…”

He couldn’t get any sweeter if he tried. Still, you quip back with a teasing little smile, “Wow, you are a lot older than me, huh?”

You feel giddy when the sweet look in his eyes melts away into something darker. One hand clasps the back of your head before he pulls you in for a much rougher kiss. You keen as you feel the way he exudes experience – the kiss like nothing you have ever experienced before. 

The way he moves his lips and slips his tongue into your mouth to taste your mouth, it’s not gross or too much the way it sometimes is with men who don’t know what they’re doing.you find yourself moaning into the kiss before you even realize it. 

He pulls away at that, a heady look in his pretty, blue eyes. You find yourself briefly lamenting the loss of his mouth but that thought disappears quickly when he moves to begin peppering kisses along the length of your neck, making sure to nip at your jaw and kiss your shoulder. 

He tugs the hem of your t-shirt down just a bit so he can have access to your collar bones, nipping and kissing there as well. Your head falls back as you surrender yourself to him completely. 

“Oh,” he coos softly, lips brushing against your ear, “You are just so sweet for me, aren’t you, little one?”

You practically whimper at his words as his hands slip under the hem of your shirt, fingertips barely grazing your skin. You squirm in his lap as his touch tickles you on his way up to your breasts, skirting over your ribs before fully cupping them in his roughened palms. 

You sigh into the quiet room, arching your back to press deeper into his hands. His thumbs graze over your nipples and you moan. 

Sure, you’ve had guys grope your tits before but it had never felt like this. The mindless squishing and squeezing was replaced with soft cupping and gentle brushes over your nipples until they hardened followed by pinches and flicks that left you absolutely dripping in your panties.

He takes mercy on you quickly, one hand sliding down your body to slide under your sweatpants and beneath your panties. Your hands grip his shoulders, blunt nails biting into them when one broad finger slides down, the sticky noise of your folds separating enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a tone so soft you almost think it wasn’t meant for you, but then he tacks on, “Do you hear it?” 

“Y-Yeah,” you whimper, embarrassment flooding through you at the sticky, clicking noises that come along with his prodding, “N-Never been this wet before, König…”

That causes him to pause, blue eyes gazing at you through his eyelashes, “Is that so..?” You desperately nod your head, slowly beginning to rock your hips against his hand, but he doesn’t move again and you whine, “Has anyone ever made you cum on their fingers?”

“J-Just me,” you answer breathlessly without a second thought. 

He hums thoughtfully and after a second, he begins moving his hand again. This time he introduces more fingers, spreading your folds apart with his index and ring so he can pet your hardened clit with his middle. The feeling makes tremors run through your body and he huffs a laugh, “I guess I will show you what it feels like then, yeah?”

He doesn’t give you a moment to think let alone answer before his middle finger is sliding into you. The one digit alone is enough to stretch you, given how massive he is in whole. He crooks his finger forward and a moan rips from your chest when he hits that gooey little spot inside you. 

“A-Another, please, König!” you beg shamelessly.

“Shh,” he hushes, shaking his head, “Let me work you open on this and then you can have more.”

You practically wail in despair, letting your forehead drop forward onto his shoulder. You suddenly wish you had rid yourself of your clothes so you could see the way his hand worked against you. All you could see now was the faint movement under your pants but the mental image of that thick finger inside you, slick with your juices was enough to have you clenching desperately around him. 

After a moment, he adds a second finger and you feel like you’re in heaven. The stretch is phenomenal and his palm bumps against your clit every time he sinks them into the last knuckle. 

However, before he can set a rhythm to really start getting you off, he stops. You angrily lean back and glare at him – the sight has his lips quirking up.

“Ride my fingers,” he orders you, leaving no room for arguing.

You can tell he’s not going to give you anything unless you take it for yourself so you sit up higher on your knees so you can have the clearance to move. Your hands remain on his shoulders, clinging to him for stability as you clumsily begin to rock your hips. The only time you’ve ever done these movements is when you tried humping your pillow once after seeing it in some porn. It didn’t really do much for you so you never tried again. 

König can tell your movements are clumsy and it makes his cock throb against his thigh. He helps you along, crooking his fingers just right to grind the tips against that sweet little spot inside you. It makes you moan beautifully and he files the noise away. 

His other hand comes up to grip your hip, steadying you as you continue to hump his fingers. You’re growing more and more frustrated as you quickly realize that you’re not able to make it feel as good as he had earlier. The tearful little gaze you give him has him breaking, using the hand on your hip guiding you into more seamless movements. 

“Like this, liebling,” he directs softly, “Grind down like that, mhm, give that little clit some love, yeah?”

You become increasingly breathless as you work yourself higher and higher under his expert guidance. He can feel your juices dripping down his wrist, the snug hold around his fingers growing even tighter with every little rut of your hips. 

“You’re so precious,” he coos, feeling the way you clench up at the sound of his voice. Your body is so honest, telling him what you like without you having to say anything, “You’re going to cum, I can feel it. Be good and give it to me, yeah?”

You surge forward and desperately kiss him, one hand reaching down and gripping his wrist. It takes only a few more, desperate thrusts of your hips for you to topple over that edge. Your body trembles on his lap and you cry out in pleasure. 

He moans alongside you, watching with rapt attention as you cum all over his fingers just like he told you to.

You slump against him as you come down and he pulls his hands out of your pants. He presses a kiss against your temple in silent praise, hands rubbing your back to soothe you through the aftershocks that run through your body.

You lean back and meet his gaze, an opportunity he takes to slip his cum-soaked fingers into his mouth. At that, you surge forward and kiss him, running your hands down his body to pull at the button of his jeans. He grunts into your mouth, brows furrowing at the release of pressure when you tug the zipper down.

You’re absolutely speechless when you finally pull his cock free. He watches in poorly concealed pride as you gawk at the length in your hand. You give him a slow and tedious tug, watching the foreskin roll over his head, forcing a bead of precum from the tip. 

“You’re so…big,” you whisper breathlessly.

“I know,” he grunts, unable to hide the ebbs of pleasure you give him as you play with his cock.

“Cocky,” you tease softly, continuing with your soft touches. 

“N-Not cocky,” he whispers, licking his suddenly dry hips, “Just aware of my size.”

You drop your eyes back down to his cock, hot and heavy in your hand. Your fingers don't even touch each other when wrapped around him. Precum drips from the tip, leaking down the side to meet your palm and aid in the movements. 

He leans his head back against the couch, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. It wasn’t often that he got to indulge in someone else’s hand. Your palm was so soft, much softer than his own, and delicate in your inexperience. 

He reaches down with one his hands, wrapping around yours to make you squeeze tighter, “Just like that, little one, that’s how I like it.”

You could have drooled as he said it. His hand dwarfed yours and the sight made you clench around nothing, more slick leaking into your already ruined panties. 

“Let me see you, liebling,” he whispers breathlessly, fingers hooking on the hem of your top.

You release his cock to lift your arms, letting him tug the fabric over your head. His hands are on your tits immediately, mouthing at your nipples without wasting a second.

“So pretty,” he coos with his mouth full, rolling his tongue over your nipple before nipping the bud with his lips.

He switches to the other one, wrapping his mouth around it, sucking sharply before pulling back, taking your nipple with him before releasing it with a pop. You watch with lidded eyes as he drools all over your tits. His cock flexes and twitches against your thigh as he plays with your tits.

Suddenly, with a firm grip on your waist, your whole world flips and you find yourself on your back on the couch with König on top of you. You lick your lips at the sight of his big, broad form hovering above you, caging you in as he leans down to kiss you again.

You sigh contentedly into his mouth, threading your fingers through his short, messy hair, using the grip to pin him against you. He lets you kiss him to your heart's content, only pulling back when you need air – a string of spit connecting your lips that breaks when he leans back between your thighs. 

His fingers took into the band of your pants, tugging them down, taking your panties with them until you’re completely bared before him. He’s still completely clothed aside from his cock that rests against his abdomen, occasionally twitching as his eyes rake over your nude body.

“Tell me, liebling,” he says, strong hands running up the length of your thighs, “Has anyone ever eaten you out?”

You clumsily nod your head.

“Was it good?” he asks, biting back a smile when you shake your head.

“Guys always think it’s gross or something…” you whisper softly.

He hums softly, “That is because you’ve been messing with stupid little boys.”

“You gonna eat me out, König?” you ask him, biting your lip in a poorly concealed excited grin.

“Would you like me to?” as he asks, he slowly spreads your legs open. The position causes your folds to spread apart, opening you up for his greedy eyes.

You feel your breathing speed up as he kisses down your body, starting with your lips and ending right above your clit. You feel the little bud twitch in anticipation as he tongues the skin above it, giving you a sneak peek on what is so close to it. 

“Tell me,” he says.

You whine, “Y-Yes, I want you to eat me out, König!”

He chuckles softly but doesn’t bother teasing you anymore. He meets your gaze and moves his tongue lower finally, sliding the flat of the muscle of your clit. You gasp and toss your head back into the cushions, eyes rolling back as he noisily slurps at your cunt. 

“O-Oh god!” you wail, hiccuping out noises of pleasure that you can’t seem to quiet.

König is in heaven. It’s not every day that he gets the opportunity to eat such a pretty, inexperienced little cunt. Your reactions to everything are so strong and loud. Your pussy is loud too, squelching in the room, making an intoxicating melody with your moans. He moans against you, swallowing down everything your messy little pussy drools out for him.

“Th-That feels so good, König!” you sob, kicking your feet mindlessly against his back as he captures your clit in his mouth, suckling at the bud, “You’re so good, so good, oh god!”

Never in a million years did you think being eaten out could feel this good. The mindlessly, halfhearted licks and kisses you had received in the past did nothing to prepare you for what it felt like to really have a man’s tongue on you. 

He pulls away suddenly, giving you a moment to actually breathe, “You taste so sweet, liebling.”

“König…” you whimper, looking up at him with lidded eyes, “Please, please don’t stop.”

You tug at his hair and attempt to pull his mouth back down on your pussy. You don’t care how pathetic and desperate it is, he has given you a taste of pleasure you’d never experienced before.

He has the audacity to laugh at you, brushing your hands away so he can sit up straight again. He scoots closer and you realize then that he is not planning to continue and it practically draws a sob out of you. 

“We can focus on that another time, liebling,” he promises, making you clench around nothing, more slick dribbling out for him to see, “You are so messy, you know that? Never had someone make such a mess all over me before. You must really enjoy being eaten out, huh?”

You feel your face burn hot with shame at his words, shyly hiding your face away. He smiles softly at that, “Nothing to be ashamed of, liebling…I love it, I do.”

“Really?” you quiver out the question and he nods his head.

“Yes, little one,” he coos, “I’m glad that I can make it feel good for you.”

You practically feel hearts in your eyes as he says that. You don’t think you’ve ever had a man tell you that he actually cared and enjoyed your pleasure. That was the final nail in the coffin for you – you really should have been going after older men all this time.

He disrupts your thoughts by suddenly stripping his shirt off. Your mouth goes completely dry at the sight of his bared skin – firm muscle, hair speckled all over his torso, and numerous scars from untold stories of his time in the military. You take note of the faded tattoos that become visible on his pecs and biceps; you’d always noticed the tattoos on his arms but you’d never really been given the opportunity to look. 

“You’re so handsome,” you whisper.

He pauses while ridding himself of his jeans and smiles, “Thank you, little one.”

When he’s completely bare to you, you slowly rake your eyes down the entirety of his newly exposed body. His cock hangs heavy under its own weight, glimmering at the tip with his precum. You’d never been with a guy who was uncut but the sight made you drool. 

“Now, liebling,” he says suddenly, getting your attention. He scoots closer, spreading your legs as wide as he can before laying the hefty weight of his cock against your cunt. It’s hot and throbbing and your entire body trembles at the sight, “You have to understand something.”

“What..?” you ask, breathless and unable to look away from his cock. 

“I am not like those little boys you were running around with,” he explains, hips slowly beginning to rut against you, length parting your folds and rubbing over your clit, drawing a sweet little moan from you, “I don’t stick my cock in a tight little cunt and blow my load, do you know what I’m saying?”

You shake your head, too lost in the sight and feeling of him practically fucking the outside of your pussy. He doesn’t stop the mind-numbing rolls of his hips, letting you get lost in the feeling of him stroking over your clit, saturating him in your cum. 

“That means,” he sighs, reaching up to grip your throat, forcing you to look at him as he leaned over your body, sandwiching his cock between the two of you, “I don’t cum easily, liebling. I am a grown man, I will fuck you until you cannot cum anymore. Are you prepared for that?”

The fact this man was so confident in his abilities in bed has you clenching around nothing again. You were sure the guys you almost slept with would never have been able to have the pure confidence that came from König. He knew what he was doing – he knew how to make you cum and he was going to use that experience well. You knew his age played a factor in how long it would take him to cum and you couldn’t wait to experience it.

“I want it so bad, König,” you beg softly, “Please?”

“Very good,” he praised, “You’re so good for me.”

He finally gripped the base of his cock and you watched excitedly as he pressed the tip against your entrance. You reached down and wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them back for him so he could comfortably begin pressing into you.

The stretch is beyond anything you’d ever felt before. You knew his cock was big but watching the bulbous tip press against you and slowly spread you wide open was something else entirely. It burned in a way that had you wincing, furrowed brows making your face pinch up, making König pause. 

“It’s okay, little one,” he whispers, bringing a big thumb up to roll over your hard little clit, “Just relax for me, don’t clench up or it will hurt more.”

“I-It’s so big, König!” you wail helplessly, tearily staring up at him as he methodically works you open on his cock.

“I know,” he assures, still stroking your clit with the pad of his thumb, “But you can take it.”

You tearfully nod your head and do your best to relax your body, letting yourself sink into the couch. 

“Good, liebling, very good,” he coos, “Just let me in, nice and slow. Doesn’t it feel nice? The little burn of being stretched open but the pleasure of having this pretty little clit played with? Just lay back and enjoy it, little one.”

He’s right, of course. The burn aches, yes, but the pain and pleasure mixes the more he rubs your clit. You clench around him, an involuntary reaction that causes the head of his cock to finally pop in. Your eyes widen as you watch your cunt swallow it and with a perfectly timed tap against your clit, your back arches and you’re cumming.

“O-Oh König!” you squeal, eyes rolling back into your head as you cum around the head of his cock and nothing else.

“Oh, that’s good,” he grins, “That’s perfect, little one.”

As you come down with a tremble in your thighs, you finally fix your gaze on him once again.His eyes are lidded and pupils are blown so wide you can’t even tell they’re blue anymore. 

“That looked like a good one,” he comments almost flippantly before he rolls his hips forward, “Now you’re nice and ready for me.”

You choke on a gasp as he rolls his hips forward, fitting half of his cock inside your still spasming cunt. Your cum coats him in a slick sheen that aides in allowing him to pull back and slide back in, settling on fucking you on half his cock.

Your mouth falls open and you watch as a thick, milky ring forms around that fat middle part of his shaft, “M-More, König! Please!”

He knows you want all of him, want to know what it’s like to feel all of him stuffed deep inside you. But he knows you’re not quite ready for that yet, fucked out of your head from the intense orgasm he had just given you with ease.

“Not yet, liebling,” he coos, keeping his pace slow and steady, “Let’s work you open a little bit more, yeah?”

“No,” you whine, “Please, I want it all, König.”

“Aww, I know you do, little one,” he pants, already feeling dizzy from spearing you on his cock, “But I know what’s good for you, just listen to me and be good, okay?”

“Okay…” you pitifully whimper, sinking back into the couch. 

You abandon your hold on your legs, letting them rest around his hips limply now. He continues moving like that, inching deeper and deeper into you with every thrust. Your cunt makes embarrassingly loud squishing noises the move he works his hips against you. 

Before you know it, you’re watching with wide eyes and an open mouth as his pelvis presses against yours. Your eyes roll back in your head and your toes curl in pure pleasure as you finally experience the entirety of everything König has to offer. 

You’re speared wide open and the head knocks against your cervix painfully but the little bit of pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. 

“There we go, little one,” he coos sweetly, “I’m so proud of you, took all of my cock so well.”

He’s so big that he presses against every sweet little spot inside you without even trying. But, oh, his experience is crystal clear in the way he moves. He may be naturally gifted with a nice, fat cock but he knew how to use it.

Seamless, rhythmic thrusts had your brain going fuzzy before you even knew what was happening. You wouldn’t have been able to be quiet even if you wanted to. You knew you would be absolutely horrified to face your neighbors later because it would be impossible for them to not know you got fucked real good. 

Suddenly, König leaned over you, resting one forearm above your head to hold his weight off of you. The position caused his pelvis against your clit every time he sunk balls deep. Sticky strings of your cum stuck to his skin but he didn’t seem to even notice how wet you were.

But, oh, he did. He was absolutely obsessed with the way you creamed and gushed around him. A nice, pliant little pussy that was more than eager to swallow every inch of his cock.

The change in position had you grappling onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you wailed into his shoulder. Every mind-numbing snap of his hips hit that gooey, tender spot inside you that had your entire body twitching from the pleasurable stimulation. Your nails bit into his back and he briefly thought about the prospect of his recruits seeing them. 

“Are you going to cum for me?” he whispered in your ear, pressing a sweet kiss underneath your ear.

You nod your head, “Y-Yes! You’re gonna make me c-cum again, König!”

He chuckles under his breath, “I know I am, little one. I’m going to make you squirt.”

“C-Can’t,” you heave, twitchy legs kicking against his back.

“Yes, you can,” he assures, leaning away to sit up once again, “I can make you squirt, trust me.”

The whine you emit pitches into a squeal when he presses his palm against your lower stomach. You reached down in a panic to grab his wrist, not used to the strange feeling of him pressing down while he fucks you. 

“W-Wait!” you wail.

“Wait for what?” he asks, but doesn’t slow even a bit in his movements.

“F-Feels weird!” you gasp, hiccuping as you squeeze his wrist. 

“I know,” he grunts, brows furrowing at the feeling of you clenching around him, “It’s supposed to. Just lay back and let it happen, liebling. I’ve got you.”

Your whole body trembles and your jaw drops as you meet his gaze, a look of wonder crossing your face as you feel an orgasm like you’ve never felt before crash over your body. It’s long, drawn out and almost painful from how good it feels. You squeeze tight around him, your clit twitching and pulsing, completely untouched as he makes you squirt. It splashes against his abdomen and drips down his thighs. 

“There we go,” he laughs, a sound that sends a flush of embarrassment to your face, “See? I told you you could do it.”

“König…” you slur, feeling as if you’ve been fucked completely braindead.

It finally dawned on you that you would never, ever be fucked by anyone as good as König has fucked you. The first cock you’ve ever been stuffed full of and he made you squirt with terrifying ease. You were completely ruined, no dick would ever be able to compare to his. 

He sees the way your gaze turns completely enamored, looking at him like he hung the moon and stars. He grins, sharp canines poking out as he leans down again, kissing your temple.

“What is it, baby?” he coos, “Dick so good it’s got you in love?”

You keen at the pure condescension that drips from his voice. But he’s not wrong, you can practically feel the hearts in your eyes as you gaze up at him.

You have no idea how long you’ve been pinned beneath him, speared open on his cock while he fucks you absolutely stupid. You notice the change in him quite suddenly. His deep, concentrated thrust changed into something less calculated, messy almost. He loses his rhythm and falters in his pace.

“I’m going to cum, liebling,” he grunts, tone pitchy and gruff, “Where do you want it?”

“Inside!” you immediately cry, not missing a beat. He sees your eyes light up at the prospect of being filled up completely by his cum. You’re so sure it’s going to be a lot, you want to feel it drip out of you as a reminder that he had claimed you.

“Is it safe?” he huffs, but you can feel his cock twitch inside you at the idea of cumming inside you.

You desperately nod your head and he allows himself to fall over that edge. He teeters on his knees before collapsing with his hands on either side of your head. He no longer tries to thrust, settling for desperate, deep grinds that stirs his cock within your walls. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling, another orgasm washing over you before you even realize you’re that close.

“Oh, fuck,” König gasps, voice breaking as your orgasm sends him over the edge.

You’re panting and whimpering, trembling as you feel the heat of his load filling you up. His cock twitches with every spurt of cum. It’s the best orgasm he’s had in a long time, his balls throbbing with every pump of cum his cock spits out. 

It oozes from around the tight seal you have around him, dripping onto the couch. He’s trembling by the time the intense orgasm comes to an end. He opened his eyes, not even realizing he had closed them, to see you sleepily staring up at him with a dazed smile on your lips.

“Mein Gott…” he huffs out, lowering his body to press his lips against yours sweetly, “That was incredible, liebling.”

You beam under his praise and wrap your arms around his neck, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He chuckles and strokes his thumb against your cheek, “Let’s get cleaned up, yeah?”

“Sounds good,” you agree.

The care he gives you afterwards is like nothing you’ve ever experienced. He wipes your body down gently, careful not to rub your skin too hard. He stands with you in the shower, towering over you as he lathers your exhausted body with soap. 

“Can we do that again sometime?” You ask softly when he crawls into bed beside you – which you were shocked about, but didn’t complain.

He raises a brow and chuckles, “Yes, liebling. But not right now, I could not go another round so soon.”

You giggle and snuggle into his broad chest, practically preening when he wraps you up snug against him. You sigh softly and speak up again, “Can we…still go on that date..?”

He’s quiet for a moment before you feel a kiss on the top of your head, “Of course, liebling. I would love to.”

You smile to yourself and close your eyes, content to fall asleep wrapped up in his arms. The last thing you feel before you succumb to sleep is another soft kiss against your head. You realize, sleepily, that you’ve never felt more cared for by a man in your life.

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[circe69]

your first mission with simon ghost riley didn't go very well.

cw: smutty, ghosts a brat

the cell door you had been working to override had slammed in ghost's face, and at his attempt to open it, you could hear him mutter a curse under his breath.

"fuckin' hell."

"what happened?" you walked over to where he was, and once you tried to pull on the same door, you realized. you two were stuck in the cramped, dark and wet jail cell.

"fuck,” you exhaled and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"stop copying me, cunt."

"oh go to hell, ghost."

"no thanks, i'm trying to get as far away as possible from ya, baby."

you groan out in frustration and banged your head against one of the bars, the condensation sticking to your hair, and all ghost could do was chuckle at you.

"you're so fucking dense."

"eat shit," you hissed out as you swung a closed fist at his chest.

once you made contact, you knew that it was very possible it was your last moments before death.

simon crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked down at the floor while shaking his head, "tsk," he took a step towards you, "always gotta be so physical," he shoved you back, causing your body to slam against the brick wall.

and guess what? you shoved him the fuck back.

"if you think for one second," you shoved him again, this time pulling his shoulder strap down so he was at eye level with you, "that I'm gonna let you throw me around just cause you want to, you're fucking hilarious. you've got a lotta nerve to even think about touching me, let alone push me back when I've pushed you first-“

ghost grabbed both of your arms from the front of you and shoved them behind your back, pushing your tits out from your shirt and right below his face. he looked down at your cleavage before bouncing back to your eyes, "y'wanna know what I think?" he spat right down the valley of your breasts and watched his saliva snake down your shirt, "i think you like it."

you squirmed under his weight, under his eyes. "fuck. you."

"you. wish."

ghost wasn't an idiot. he could feel the way you were rubbing your thighs together, how your pupils were dilating by the second and the soft pants coming out of your mouth.

"I'm saying all this, baby 'cause I know, if I were to fuck you right now, you'd probably be the best pussy I'd felt in years. maybe ever. I'd wanna take you home and do it over and over again until you're gasping for a break. I'd feed you well. id take care of you. I would fucking love you until death. but that's not who I am, and that's sure as fuck not who you are."

you watched his eyes gaze down to your lips as he lowered his head to yours.

"why not?" you whispered.

"because, baby, I don't fuck women who don't want to. I like wet pussy, not scared pussy. I want it hard and rough but I don't wanna break you forever. and unfortunately, I'll bet you a million dollars that if I reached down and checked right now, your sweet pussy wouldn't be wet. not even close. right?"

you gulped as his fingers realized one of your wrists and snaked down the side of your thigh, "that's a lot of money."

he slithered his hand back up to your waist band before sneaking a finger inside, "isn't it?" you could barely hear his smirk through his words over the intense volume of your heartbeat. you knew for a fact, that someone just lost a lot of money.

as ghost swiped a finger down the middle of your panties, he groaned, "fuck, I'm gonna be bankrupt aren't I?"

"its a stupid bet to make after spitting on a woman's tits."