#hold on a second bob just walked up to me asking if i could catch him a coleacanth.

[sonknuxadow]

mannn i forgot how annoying it is to not have access to all the basic tools in the earlier days of a new animal crossing town . for the love of god can i please get an axe

[cheriladycl01]

Kinktober 21/10/2024 Lando Norris - Cockwarming

Plot: Clingy Lando will do absolutely anything to feel close to you, even when he’s streaming.

Warnings: Kinktober, SMUT, dry humping, Cockwarming, p in v etc 18+ Minors DNI

You get home after a long gruelling day of modelling for Calvin Klein, you were in and out of a super cold dressing room infront of the hot lights and camera and you were exhausted and really just wanted a massive cuddle from you boyfriend.

However, once you got further into yours and Landos apartment you could hear the sound the familiar sound of your boyfriends laughter and his loud voice shouting the apartment down. You were happy Lando had the money to soundproof the outer walls but the whole apartment you could hear everything through, which made steam by night when friends where staying over a bit of an issue for you, Lando of course never cared and was happy to show all his friends how well he treated you.

From the short conversation you could hear before he got to the door you could make out that he was streaming with Ginge and Max. You knock on the door pretty loudly and things go quiet until you hear the roll of his chair wheels and the padding of his feet.

“Ahhhh baby, you’re back! How was your day?” He says kissing your head before pulling you back to look at you. And immediately a frown comes over his face when he sees yours.

It was one thing you loved and hated about your boyfriend. He could read you like a book and he always knew when something was wrong.

“What’s wrong, what happened?” He asks sorry evident in his tone.

“Nothing, just a long day. Pretty tired and I just wanna be with you” you say softly smiling at him shyly.

“Come in and sit with me then. You can talk to Ginge and Max too” he offers and you shake your head. You didn’t really feel like socialising with anyone but Lando, you were too exhausted from all the people and the hustle and bustle they had caused at the studio today.

“Don’t wanna see anyone, just you. I don’t wanna be on camera either. Just wanna be close to you right now” you admit with a sigh and he nods. He holds his finger up to indicate to wait there and he comes back only 20 seconds later.

“I turned the camera off and you don’t have to speak to anyone. You can just sit in my lap yeah?” He asks with a smile and you nod, a smile finally gracing yours. You walk in with him seeing his game is paused on one monitor and chat going so quickly you can hardly see what people are saying just catching a few

Camera gone? 🥹

What happened? 🙁

Where did bob go?

He takes a seat in his chair and pats his lap, you join him sitting on his lap, facing the desk watching his monitor as his arms comes round either side of you to reach mouse and keyboard.

“WHERE ARE YOU” you can hear Ginge’s voice through the headphones making you stifle a laugh. Lando unmutes and kisses your shoulder.

“Sorry, Y/N came home and she’s had a bit of a bad day guys and she wanted to come sit with me” Lando explains chat starting to floods with your names and various comments of asking to put the ‘pretty woman’ which is apparently you, on screen for them too see.

“No chat. She’s not feeling her best today, so she’s just sitting with me until I’ve finished for the day. So you all need to behave” he explains and chat floods with nice and kind messages for you telling you to get better and hope you have a better day tomorrow which you know you will as you and Lando will have you ‘rot day’ as you both like to call it.

Eventually it gets too hard sitting in Landos lap normally, your hair was in the way of your arms were pushing him back in the chair and so he asked you to spin round so that you were straddling him.

You straddle his lap leaning into him, so your head was laying in the crevice of his neck and shoulder and just listen to him stream. You always loved his voice it was so flaming to you.

Eventually you start to get a little needy. Whether it was because you hadn’t seen him in so long or it was the way you were straddling him. And you knew it was bad, so bad but you couldn’t help it when you shifted forward and heard a small little groan from him. It was a natural one that could have been put off a him getting annoyed with the game. So you tested it again.

And again and again, working yourself up.

He just smiles at you, watching your movement. And you wanted more of a reaction from him, you needed him and you wanted to feel closer to him. Skin to skin contact was something both you and Lando loved and right now there was too much in the way for that.

You continue going in at a better angle and he nearly moans but covers it with a cough, that was suspicious and before he can get away with it of course Ginge queries it, having been present to yours and Landos clinginess in person.

He explain that he just had something caught in his throat just as he died which everyone seems to believe. He mutes his mic, trying to look at you with a teasing look on his face.

“Be a good girl okay? If you want to be closer for it, go for it but no noise okay and you stay still until I say so” he says and you nod, a happy grin on your face.

You slip his cock out, pulling your own panties to the side before you sink down onto him, your thighs burning at first from holding you up at this angle but once you finally bottom out a sigh of relief comes from you.

Lando shifts only once to help himself get into a comfort position knowing he’s in this for the long run and that he’ll be like this for a while longer before he unmutes and goes back to talking to his friends and playing his game.

The feeling of his cock inside you, just sitting there makes you incredibly happy. You can’t even describe that close feeling you get. You and Lando actually loved to cockwarm. Whenever you were home watching a movie and cuddling his dick would just happen to slip inside you and stay there until the credits rolled. Or like now when he was streaming… it was just something so pleasurable and nice that didn’t require any effort at all.

You could feel every crevice and vein that was against your walls. Your head remained in the crevice of his neck while you stay sat still in his lap, breathing in and out slowly. Your breathing regulates and eventually you fall asleep on top of him.

As far as Cockwarming had gone you usually had some kind of entertainment and you weren’t this tired and so you never had actually fallen asleep with Lando where he was inside you. Moving every now and then when he got a kill and he celebrated, a hand coming onto your bum as he lurched forward with a cheer of glory.

In your soft slumber you can barley hear him having fun with his friends your just letting the day escape from your mind and being in the arms of your favourite person.

You wake up as a forceful jolt sends Landos dick up into you, hitting that soft spongey place you liked a groaned moan coming from you.

“Ah oop that the princess awake. I’m going to have to cut it here guys as I think it’s time for dinner” he says as he ends the stream, leaves discord and shuts of his PC all while you wake up.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom sweetheart?” He asks and you nod, wanting to feel him immediately.

And let’s just say, that night ended much better than you’d anticipated.

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[mischievousmoony]

𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜

⟢ james potter x reader ⟢ your boyfriend walks a drunk you home ⊹ 773 ⟢ warnings/tags: intoxication

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Babyyy wait,” you whine, tripping over your own two feet as you walk down the abandoned streets of London.

You lean against the bricks of a random townhouse, swaying slightly. James’ hand, which hasn’t left the small of your back since you two left the bar, presses against you more firmly while his other raises to grip your waist, effectively steadying you in place.

The pair of you are heading home from a long night out with friends. Well into the A.M., James made the decision to bid your friends goodnight when he interrupted a game of ‘who can drink more’ between you and Sirius.

“What is it?” he asks, eyes carefully studying every inch your face as if your expression will reveal all of your thoughts and worries.

“M’shoe’s untied,” you mumble, looking down at your white trainers, scuffed from the way you’ve been kicking your own feet as you stumble home.

James’ eyes follow yours, “Oh, I’m sorry, love,” he murmurs, pressing an affectionate kiss against your temple as his head comes back up. He takes in your surroundings quickly, his eyes landing on the front steps to the townhouse you’re planted against.

“C’mere,” he says, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist to lead you to the stone stairs.

He eases you down on the second step, not before brushing any dirt or debris out of your way, and kneels before you.

James makes quick work of your shoelaces, checking in that he hasn’t drawn them too tightly before he finishes looping them through.

You mumble a complaint at the second tie, changing your mind about the tightness as you uncomfortably wiggle your foot in your shoe. Without a shred of frustration, James unties your shoe and loosens the laces before he starts again.

“How’s that, love?” he asks, his fingers pitter pattering against the firm leather that encases your toes.

You wiggle your foot again before deciding, “Better,” with a pleased smile playing at your lips.

“Alright,” James says, his voice gravely as he pushes himself up into a standing position. He holds both of his hands out to you, “Let’s get you up now.”

You place your hands in his large ones, but just ask he starts to tug you up, your arms go slack.

James breathes out chuckles of amusement. “You’ve got to help me some, love.”

“‘M tired,” you complain, your body following suit as you hang limply from James’ hands.

His eyes are soft as he watches you sink into some strangers front steps. Any other person would probably be quite annoyed trying to usher a drunk you home, but James is filled with nothing but an unwavering adoration for you.

“The sooner we get you up, the sooner we get you in bed,” James says in a lilting, convincing voice.

“Could just sleep here on the pavement,” you decide, your eyes fluttering in a series of exhausted blinks.

If it comes down to it, James would be resolute about carrying you home and letting you sleep in his arms, but he tries one more tactic before resorting to that.

“Think about this, though, if we get you to our warm bed we can wrap ourselves up in our cozy blankets,” his tone remains soft and compelling, “and I’ll get to hold you and run my fingers through that pretty hair.”

You stir at his words, holding onto his hands a bit firmer.

“Yeah?” you wonder.

“Yeah, my love. So, what do you say? Will you let me take you home so I can hold you?” James gives your hands a loving squeeze.

“Mhm,” you hum, your head bobbing in a nod as you finally brace yourself to be lifted.

James bares his teeth triumphantly. “Here we go,” he warns before tugging to you your feet.

You stumble into him, but James is ready to catch you as his arms wrap protectively around your waist.

He arches his upper body away from you so he can get a good look. One of his hands comes to the side of your head to smooth out your hair affectionately, “Ready to keep going?” he asks.

You hum another positive response and James pecks you twice, once on the forehead and then he can’t resist planting another on your lips.

He swivels, pressing his side into yours as his protective arm remains clasped around you, and begins leading you back down the street.

“Let’s get you home now,” he whispers lovingly.

“Where you’ll play with m’hair?” you verify, your drunken words melting together lazily.

His throat rumbles with tender laughter. “Yes, love, where I’ll play with your hair.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[daddyslilchickenfingers2]

Shower Sex (Chris)

Request: none

Warnings: getting caught masturbating, shower sex (obvi), super cringe, daddy kink

A/N: this was one of the fics i wrote very early on so I apologize if it’s bad. SO SORRY ITS POSTED SO LATE IVE BEEN SO BUSY TODAY

Y/n’s pov

I had just taken a shower and got out, going to grab my blow dryer brush to dry my hair but yet again Chris had stolen it. I rolled my eyes and put my robe on as I went down the hall to Chris’ room to get it back. I could hear his music playing and I assumed he’d be in the corner gaming, so I just walked straight into his bathroom but I was met by sight I was most definitely not expecting to see, all I can say is thank god for glass showers.

There Chris was in the shower, dick in hand as he leaned against the wall. “Oh shit, yeah just like that baby, suck my fucking dick Y/n!” I was shocked to hear him moaning my name. I gasped making his hand still and eyes shoot open “Y/n! What the fuck are you doing, how long have you been standing there!? Get out!” I looked down at his hard cock before looking up at his flushed face with a cheesy grin. “Do you really want me to get out? Because it sure didn’t sound like that a second ago.” I teased as I walked closer to the shower door.

“St-stop, why are you here?” he nervously asked “Well I was coming to get my blow dryer but I think I like this distraction better.” I said as I loosened my short robe. “Shut up.” Chris opened the shower door, no longer embarrassed but 10x hornier “You know my name sounds pretty good coming out of your mouth, wonder how it would sound coming from above me.” I loosened my robe a little more, so it was now barely covering my tits.

Chris unties my robe and pushes it off my shoulders, grabbing my arm and yanking me it to shower. He closes the shower door before wrapping his hand around my throat and slamming me against the cold tile wall of the shower. “I thought I told you to fucking shut up. God, you’re such a whore, standing there watching me jack off.” he pressed himself against me and let go of my throat.

I quickly flipped us around catching him by surprise. “Wha-“ I smashed our lips together before he could finish. I pulled away quickly getting down on my knees “You wanted me to suck your dick, now’s your chance, slutty boy.” Chris’ dick visibly twitched at my words. He took his dick in his hand, tapping his tip against my lips, saying “Put your hands behind your back and open your fucking mouth.” I did as he said, sticking my tongue out. He roughly shoved his large cock into my mouth making me gag when the tip hit the back of my throat. I started bobbing my head up and down, sucking hard on the tip when Chris’ hand came to the back of my head forcing me to take the whole thing and holding me there for a moment. He started using his hand to decide the speed he wanted but quickly ended up using both hands to hold my head in place “Gonna fuck that slutty little mouth of yours princess.” he told me before thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth.

The sounds of Chris’ groans and me gagging quickly filled the shower as his tip kept hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, just like that baby mhm sucking daddy’s cock so well!” His dirty talk caused me to moan around him causing his hips to sputter for a second before he pulled me off. “I don’t wanna cum just yet princess.” he told me while pulling me up by my hair. I was quickly pressed against the cold tile wall as Chris aggressively pressed his lips to mine in a hot and sloppy kiss. He brought my left leg up around his waist, running two fingers through my folds before shoving them inside. Chris’ fingers moved quickly in and out of me while he rubbed my clit and started sucking hickies onto my neck making me whine. “You think you’re for the real thing yet baby?” He whispered in my ear, “Please daddy, need your cock now!” I moaned.

Chris wasted no time, pulling his fingers out and shoving them into my mouth, “Go ahead baby, put daddy’s cock in you.” he instructed me. I lined Chris’ cock up with my hole before he thrust into me, his free hand helping me keep my left leg up. He started slowly thrusting into me as he left sloppy kisses along my neck and chest.

“You’re s-so big daddy, f-faster please.”I moaned making Chris pull away from my neck to look at me. He placed his lips onto mine, slightly biting my lip while squeezing hip tightly before he pulled away. “You want me to go faster baby?” he murmured against my lips.

I let out a whimper due to his slow trusts as an answer, “Yeah? Okay jump and I’ll fuck you faster.” I jumped and Chris caught me. He used the wall to help hold me up and started thrusting faster and harder making me a moan mess.

“Like that? God you’re such a fucking whore, my brothers are gonna hear you! Bet that’s what you want huh? You want Nick and Matt to hear you being fucked like a slut don’t you?” He said seductively while groaning. My moans and whines were pretty loud so the other two brothers had definitely heard me at this point. “Yes daddy, want them to hear you making me feel so good.” I whine/moaned out, Chris’ hand snaked between our body’s and he rubbed my clit.

My nails scratched down his back before I brought one up to pull on his hair, “Kiss me, please.” I begged. Chris quickly obliged as we started having a rough makeout session, licking and biting at each other’s mouths. His thrusts were getting more aggressive as both our moans grew increasingly louder “Fuck, you’re so tight for me baby! Gonna let me cum in that tight little cunt of yours?” he spoke against my ear.

“S-So close ca-can I please cum daddy? I’ve been a good girl for you, please!” I begged him in a whiny moan. “Go ahead, cum on my cock like the good little whore you are.” Chris responded with a smirk as his fingers rubbed my clit faster. I hid my head in Chris’ neck in an attempt to suppress my moans, failing as they were loud either way.

“Thank you daddy- ohh fuck I’m cumming!” I announced as a came around his cock. Chris was still chasing his own high, no longer rubbing my clit as he held onto my hips. Too focused on making himself cum he didn’t realize I was being overstimulated until I tightened around him again. “Fuck, I’m cumming again- mhm yes, shit!” I cried out.

I came for a second time “That’s my good girl, cumming on my cock twice tonight- fuck.” he praised in a growl as he came inside me. His hip’s stilled for a moment as we caught our breath before slowly pulling out. We both hissed at the feeling of being sensitive as he send me down onto my feet. My legs were slightly shaking and sore so I wrapped my arms around Chris’ neck for support.

His hands were still firmly planted on my waist as he pulled us away from the wall. Capturing my lips in a passionate kiss, full of so many emotions. “God, I love you Y/n! I’m not just saying that because we had sex, I mean I’m literally in love with you. I always have been and I always will be.” Chris confessed as we pulled away. “I love you too Chris, so fucking much.” I replied as I placed a soft kiss on his lips. This was definitely going to become more than we thought it would as after that we were basically inseparable.

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[frlinbruh]

mommy

- sub!matt x dom!fem!reader

- overstim,safe word, hand job, riding

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“you gotta stop acting up baby” i whispered, securing the second handcuff to the top of the bed, so he was unable to move his hands.

“whats your word baby?” i asked, he thought for a minute “grey” he spoke and i hummed.

i slowly pulled his sweats off, i could tell the pace was frustrating him but u still continued slowly.

he had no underwear on, as soon as I pulled the band of his sweats to his thighs, his dick sprung out, hitting his stomach.

i quickly spat on my hand, running it up and down his length as he whined, i quickened my pace and as i continued he began to buck his hips upward.

“c-close plea-umph-please let me cum mommy” he whined, “go one sweet boy” i nodded, that tipped him over the edge, he came all over his stomach.

but i was nowhere near done with him yet.

i quickly wrapped my mouth around him, as i bobbed my head, he bucked his hip upward. i quickly placed my hands on his thighs holding him down.

“please mommy, g-gonna c-cum need ur so fucking bad” he begged, i took my mouth off, using my hands the bring him to the edge, he came all over his stomach again.

i quickly stood up, stripping myself of my clothes, i hovered for a minute before sinking down. the feeling of him filling me up was amazing alone.

i slowly rode him, his pleads had become indecipherable babbles.

he didn’t even warn me that he was about to cum, but as i felt him twitch, i was quickly full of his seed. “FUCK” he almost screamed as he came, i was chasing my own orgasm, i came not long after .

i got off of him, wrapping my hand around him again, “mommy h-hurts” he whined “can you give me just one more?” i asked continuing my actions “fuck i- GREY” he cut himself off by telling his safe word.

i quickly removed my hand, moving up the bed to where his head was.

“so sorry baby, did i hurt you?” i asked apologetically “no just too sensitive” he explained catching his breath.

i quickly undid the handcuffs, his wrists were red from him writhing against them.

“im so sorry baby” i whispered, pulling him to my chest and running a hand thought his hair.

“let me clean you up yeah?” i asked standing up to grab a towel, he nodded. i walked back into the room with a damp towel and a dry one, using them to clean him up.

i lay back down next to him, holding him close to me.

i heard him falling asleep, i looked down to see him looking up at me, eyes closing for longer each time.

“you can sleep baby, it’s okay” i whispered holding him till he fell asleep.

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- destiney loves you all 🫶🏽

[merumis]

by the time kuroo turns 23, he's the richest he's ever been.

you both know it's not much. you're still renters, but he could afford to pay your half of it if he wanted; could cover your end of the groceries (the ones from the budget stores, aldi, trader joe's) if you asked; more than half your furniture is thrifted, and you have more diy decor than you'd like to admit, but there's a check for 375 dollars made out to his grandmother sitting on your coffee table. he sends one every month.

when you both stumble into your apartment—a little drunk, kuroo half-an-edible in, both just starting to come back down—that little check shouldn't be the first thing your eyes land on. but they do, and you peel yourself off of kuroo to look at it. you lean over the coffee table and squint, your hair falling around your face as you scrutinize his little signature.

"when you gonna send this off?" you ask. when you turn your head to look at kuroo, it feels a little wobbly—like if you turned fast enough, your head would keep spinning without your body following.

he's setting down a whole slew of things on your counter: gifted bottles of wine that have red bows tied around their necks; three gift bags with tissue paper threatening to spill out of them; a pair of sunglasses that you don't think he started the night with. he spreads his hands out on the counter when they're finally free—stretching out his neck and his shoulders with a few soft pops as his palms slip across the granite.

"tomorrow," he replies, and then laughs. "felt weird to send a check out on my birthday."

you hum and walk over to him—on the other side of the island, so you can look at him while you grab one of his hands, lightly playing with one of his fingers.

"happy birthday," you say, "by the way." you bob your head to the last three words and you catch the way the right side of his mouth curves upwards—exposing just the tip of his canine. he glances back then, turning towards your stove. you follow his line of sight and find 12:16 blinking back at you.

"think you're a little late."

you lean over the counter to swat at his chest, and he laughs—maybe a little harder than deserved.

"you know i wasn't," you say, and kuroo shrugs.

"whatever you say," he replies, all dragged out and a little stupid.

he's wearing a sweater that he bought with his first big paycheck. he'd passed it four times in the mall before he went in, just to get a closer look. he winced at the price tag and you told him you'd venmo him for half—he wouldn't accept it, so you bought him lunch later and ate it in his car while a little brown paper bag sat in his backseat.

it's soft, you know. you reach out mindlessly, pinching the material between your forefinger and your thumb. he lets you, though visibly amused as you rub the cotton against the pads of your fingers.

"did you ever think you'd get here?" you ask him.

"where? to twenty-three?"

"no," you groan, elongating the 'o' sound as you drop your head down. you still feel a little floaty. "like, here," you add. it's not very descriptive. "yuppie-ville, making money, whatever."

he laughs, "yuppie-ville?"

"there's a plant store two blocks down."

"yeah," he says, "yeah, okay." he takes in a breath. you're still holding his sweater, so you can feel the way his chest swells. it pushes against your fingers for a moment, until he expels the breath with a solid no.

you hum a little question in reply.

"no, i didn't think i'd get here." he chews at the side of his mouth for a second, and you watch the way his eyes narrow at nothing, focusing somewhere behind you. "i thought i'd be back home by now. probably working dad's hardware store."

"i thought he sold last year?" he glances down to you, a grin inching its way into his eyes.

"he'd find a way to get me back there."

and though you know he didn't expect to be here yet, and you know this is probably the last thing he's thinking about—you keep watching the way he melts into the counter. and then your eyes flick up to his hair, that smells like the expensive shampoo he decided to splurge on last week, and then down to his arm—where you know he has a new tattoo hiding. it's a silly flash he got from an apprentice he likes—a whale that wraps around the side of his bicep.

"you look good," you say, without really thinking, but you're watching the way his hair has started to curl and you keep glancing down at his hands and you're still holding his sweater because he's still letting you. "here," you continue, "you look good here."

you might live in yuppie-ville, but when you first moved in, you were both surrounded by boxes and exhausted, so kuroo ordered you a pizza while you laid on the floor, and now he walks to work whenever he can because he likes to peak into the store windows on his way over. he still wears the t-shirts he got for free in college, and he switches between the fancy cologne you bought him in august and the cheap one he loves from two birthdays ago.

he wraps his fingers around your wrist.

"you're drunk," he says. a little heat finds its way into your cheeks, but you shrug.

"and you're high," you reply, he laughs.

"barely."

you've been at three of his birthdays now, and though you always love watching him at the party—where he's loud and maybe a little annoying, walking the room and hugging people you think you remember stories about—you find you always prefer the wind-down. they come earlier every year and this one, you note, might be your favorite yet.

you don't want to say he's getting old because, frankly, he's not. but you found a grey hair at the nape of his neck the other day, and you kept it your little secret. you couldn't find it the next night, combing your fingers through his hair while he slept on your chest, but you know its there. you think you could chalk it up to stress, or maybe the fact that the first pictures of his dad going grey start at twenty-one, but in a weird way it rounds him out for you; bridges the gap between the kuroo you hooked up with halloween parties and the one who mops your floors every sunday.

"we should go to bed," he says, finally, after you've both been holding onto each other over this island counter for far too long.

there's a part of you that wants to protest—that wants to watch him for a little longer; put on a record and stare at him and maybe finish the other half of his edible before bed. you think about combing through his hair, resting his head in your lap, memorizing the bump that lives right in the middle of his nose bridge. you think you could fall asleep on that big fluffy rug you bought—that might be the only full-price item in this apartment—and let the sun shining through your balcony door be your first order to wake up in the morning.

and then you think about ending the day in bed. the sheets kuroo bought you as a gift just because, the soft nightlight you found in the clearance section of a department store that changes colors when you tap it. you think about crawling under the covers and curling into his chest and the feeling of one of his old t-shirts swallowing you whole.

"okay," you say. "birthday boy's last wish, or whatever."

kuroo laughs as he pulls you towards your room.

"don't call me that again."

[idyllicidols]

Persistence.

Another request from another person who wants to remain anonymous. Probably one or two more requests until I get back to regularly scheduled programming.

***

Persistence - firm or obstinate continuance in a course of action in spite of difficulty or opposition. A core trait that you've always believed in. Without fail, persistence always pays off.

Heejin glared into your eyes, her eyes full of hatred, thinking about how she ended up with her lips tightly wrapped around your cock. For years she has denied every one of your advances. It started with asking her for dinner - denied. Maybe something more casual like lunch - denied. Perhaps lunch was still too intimate so you asked her for coffee or even a walk - denied. Growing desperate you even offered her money for her body which was unequivocally denied.

From your very first meeting, Heejin hated everything about you–your cocky attitude, your smug smirk, and especially the way you thought money could buy anything. Heejin was determined not to be one of those things. The keyword here is: was.

Once on top of the world, the first member of her group introduced. A solo album shortly after that. A subunit, a group debut, CF endorsements, there was limitless potential of where her career would go. Until there wasn't. That idyllic world came crumbling down when her group was near disbandment. Now in a desperate situation, the once proud Heejin found herself wrapped in a morning ritual she absolutely despised–nothing more than a plaything for your sexual desires.

She may hate you, hate what you're asking her to do, but there's no denying she's good at performing. Her tongue flicked under your head with relentless precision, her cheeks hollowing out with unfathomable suction–bobbing her head up and down, just deep enough before she gagged.

"Feels so fucking good. You look so beautiful with a cock in your mouth Heejin." You taunted. "You must love sucking my cock."

And there it was. That undeniable glare of hatred. Turning you on even more seeing the absolute disgust in her expression.

"Fuck you." An understandably muffled response, seeing how her mouth was full of cock.

With her hair in your hands, a hard thrust pushed you past her gag point, holding her down while her hands furiously slapped your thighs as she struggled to breathe.

"If you hate me so much, just tell me so and I'll stop." A downright evil grin on your face, knowing she couldn't respond.

Your grip released, and she recoiled back, coughing and sniffling, taking deep breaths to catch her breath. You look down, relishing that ever familiar look of hatred on her face as she flipped you off with both hands.

Despite this, Heejin eagerly opened her mouth again once she felt your tip pressed against her lips. She took control, using both hands to corkscrew your cock while she licked and sucked–her tongue swirling around, her lips pressing firmly against you. She moved her head up and down, her mouth working its magic, her hands never stopping.

You almost get lost in the moment, groaning in response to her unbelievable skill. Heejin increased the speed of her movements, her mouth and hand worked together in perfect harmony, sensing you were near completion. With only seconds to spare, you regained your composure and stepped back.

"Naughty little girl aren't you?" Heejin tried and failed to hide her look of disappointment when you stepped away. "Trying to make me cum before I could fuck you?"

You pulled her to her feet and simply marveled at her exquisite physique. Heejin became flush with embarrassment, standing there completely naked and exposed with nowhere to hide–your piercing glare only making her more and more uncomfortable.

Desperate to escape your lecherous gaze, and already knowing what's about to happen, Heejin turns around and bends over the desk. Her hands braced the edge, her body pressed against the cold wooden surface. For just a brief moment, it felt nice–a deep contrast against the heat of her body, part of it anger, part of it arousal. Her heart started racing and her breathing became shallow. She hated this, she hated you, but more than anything, she hated herself for being turned on.

Before the true fun can begin, you took time to admire Heejin's perfect idol body bent over before you–her tight pert ass lifted into the air just waiting to be taken. You've been in this position before, Heejin's petite body being enveloped in your hands when you took your place behind her. Her entire body shivered when you traced your finger down the length of her spine, your hand resting on her perfectly shaped ass, giving it a squeeze.

Her eyes followed your hand as it reached into a drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube. A liberal application into her tight puckered hole was just the beginning.

"You know what happens next." Your voice low and gravelly, your entire being anticipating fucking Heejin.

"Yes…" Heejin faintly responded, clenching her teeth, an internal struggle of mind and body. Her body betrayed her as she felt the underside of your hard cock pressed in between her cheeks, teasing her, the heat radiating off your cock driving her wild.

Heejin felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was supposed to hate it, and she did at one point, but over time she had become addicted to your cock. The way it filled up her ass like nothing else ever had before. The way you fucked her like she was a piece of meat. Like she wasn't adored by millions of fans. She wanted it more and more, and you could sense it growing with every day that passed.

With your hands on her hips, you pushed forward, just slightly, until just the tip breached her tight opening. Heejin almost shuddered in response, instinctively pushing back to take you deeper, accidentally allowing a low moan to escape her lips. But you had other plans. She had to be broken before she could experience pleasure.

"Beg me for it Heejin." Refusing to push forward until you heard those magic words.

"Fuck you! I hate you. Just get this over with already so I can go!" She spat out her words with malice, but once again her body betrayed her.

You reached around and brushed two fingers against her core, digging around and gathering up her sweet nectar.

"This tells me otherwise…" Holding your thought to taste your freshly coated fingers. "...but if you truly hate this, I'll let you go."

Then you retreated, pulling out of her ass, fully committed to letting her leave. A worthy gamble to break the psyche of the ever proud Jeon Heejin.

"P-Please…" Heejin whispered. She hated herself more than ever, but she couldn't deny her carnal desires after she got a taste.

You returned to her, placing your hands on her hips and driving your cock back into her ass, just slightly deeper than before.

"What else?"

Heejin bit her lip, her entire body trembling with desire. "I...I love being fucked in the ass," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

"Good girl." You said mocking her, giving her cheek a well deserved spank before thrusting.

Heejin closed her eyes, her body tensing as you slowly entered her. She could feel every inch as you pushed in deeper and deeper, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster. Her muscles began to relax as she became accustomed to the intrusion, her body shaking with pleasure with every thrust.

"Ugh. Your ass is so tight. I would fuck it every morning if I could. Oh wait, I already do."

Heejin wanted to retort. But she couldn't. Too lost in the pleasure and pain of your hard cock stretching out her ass. The way you pounded into her ass with reckless abandon like you owned it. She was quickly becoming undone. Never before had she felt so completely dominated–her body being pounded into submission.

"Fuck me harder…fuck me harder…" Heejin kept repeating. No longer worried about keeping up her facade and solely seeking out her own pleasure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the desk, your two bodies nearly embedded into one as you fucked her as hard as you could.

All the signs were there. She was close. While pounding into her with steady precision, you pulled her hair, her back arching until she was next to you. "Cum for me Heejin." Then there it was. Her heavy moaning became eerily silent as her body became stiff and she squirted all over your desk.

There was no time for her to bask in the euphoria of her orgasm. You kept thrusting into her tight ass, the tensing of her muscles squeezing you even tighter. Her body writhed in pleasure, your forceful thrusts quickly overstimulating her senses. A tight grip on her hips held her in place until you could hold out no longer.

With a loud grunt, you released everything inside of her–Heejin immediately feeling the sensation of hot cum filling up her ass. You pulled out and Heejin slumped over, completely exhausted from this morning's session. You step back to admire the evidence of your hard work, cum slowly leaking out of Heejin's ass. You give cute ass her one final spank, sending another jolt of energy into her body.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Heejin sighed, her body still trembling with pleasure. Resigned to her fate, but deep down she knew she began to love it.

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What's A Soulmate?

Intro: Here it is, the winner of the poll, I hope to have the other one posted in the next few weeks, enjoy~

Summary: Your first year at Abbott is more chaotic than you expected, the unexpected subject of soulmates gets brought up, life is black and white until you've met and start to fall for your soulmate.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Small bout of violence, heated argument, let me know if I missed anything.

Walking into Abbott Elementary for the first time after being hired as the new librarian was a lot more chaotic than you had initially thought it would be, there were several OSHA violations you could already see, it smelled like something had died, there was a camera crew following around a tall woman with long hair that was black on top that went into an ombre of white that you assumed was actually blonde or at least a light brown, not like you knew what those colors actually looked like, you had yet to fall in love with someone that was your soulmate, so you were stuck seeing the world in black and white.

Soulmates were dumb in your opinion, why couldn’t the universe let you test the waters with different loves instead of just picking one true love without your permission, you could be stuck with a clown for all you knew! Nothing against them, but their antics would get old real fast.

Heading into the door on your left, you saw the woman you saw a moment ago deeply engrossed with her phone, knocking on the doorframe to get her attention “Can I help you?” She asked, looking you up and down “Yeah, I’m the new librarian, I’m looking for Miss Coleman?” You said, watching as a smile lit up her face and she started looking at you with newfound interest.

“Well, don’t you look scrumptious” she said, smiling at you and standing from her seat “Ava Coleman, the one you’re looking for” she winked, shaking your hand when you took the one she offered “Let me show you around, get you settled in” she said, leading you out of the room with your face burning from her flirting.

At the end of the tour, you arrived at the library “This is your territory, do whatever you want with it, if you need anything, ask someone else” Ava said before leaving, shutting the door behind her and leaving you to silence and the couple shelves of books that the school had, sighing, you set your stuff down behind the counter, making a mental note to get yourself a safe or small storage to keep your stuff safe and secure throughout the day before grabbing your tablet and going to take inventory of what all you had book wise so you knew where to start.

You don’t know how much time had passed before you heard the door open and two voices “I don’t think he’s the one, Barb, it’s been weeks and still no colors” one voice said “Just keep trying-Oh! Hello there!” The one you assumed was Barb said when you came out from behind the bookcase you had been behind, clutching the tablet to your chest as you looked at the two women, one looking a bit older with a bob haircut and a sweet smile, while the other had long hair with a look of annoyance on her face.

“You must be the new librarian, I’m Barbara” Barbara introduced, holding her hand out towards you “Oh, yes, I’m Y/N it’s nice to meet you” you smiled, shaking her offered hand then looking at the other woman and offering your hand to her, her not shaking it until Barbara nudged her side “Melissa” she said bluntly, shaking your hand unwillingly and shoving her hands into her pockets after.

Clearing your throat, you ran a hand through your hair as you thought of what to say, glancing down at your tablet “I noticed there wasn’t too many books to choose from, let me know if you guys have any suggestions so I can get some more” you said, offering them a small smile and catching Melissa’s eyes widening for a split second “That’s a wonderful idea, I’ll see what all my class wants and bring you the list later” Barbara smiled, watching as your smile widened “Awesome! I should get back to it, but it was lovely meeting you two” you said, offering a small wave before heading off towards the counter, leaving Melissa and Barbara to continue their conversation in hushed whispers.

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Two weeks had passed since your first day, you had become fast friends with Jacob, the two of you having a lot of things in common, this in turn meaning you were close with Janine, she was nice but a little too peppy for your taste, Barbara was super sweet and you enjoyed your early morning talks in the breakroom, Gregory was nice but he had yet to come out of his shell with you, you had avoided Ava and her flirting at all cost, then there was Melissa, she was still kind of a mystery to you but you can’t help but be drawn to her, she came into the library during her kids recess “So I can have some peace and quiet” she had told you when you asked, although she mostly talked to you while you worked on your own tasks but you weren’t going to call her out.

Coming into school, you were trying to balance all your stuff along with two big boxes in your arms “Do you need help?” A teasing voice asked, causing you to jump slightly “It would be appreciated” you conceded, feeling one of the boxes being taken and Melissa’s face appearing in front of you with a small smile “Jeez hon, what’s in these?” She asked, heading inside when you managed to open the school’s front door “You remember when I had you guys make a list?” You asked, fumbling with your keys for a moment before managing to unlock and push the door to the library open.

“You’re kidding” Melissa said, astonished as she set the box she was carrying down on the counter and opening it, seeing it filled with books “Did Ava actually give you the money for this?” She asked, watching as you set the box you were carrying down, shaking your head “No, I did, the kids needed more reading material” you said, knowing that you got most for cheap at thrift stores, looking at Melissa when she stayed silent and seeing her staring at you like she was seeing you in a new light and you couldn’t help but see the world a little brighter after that.

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As the weeks went by, you slowly started to see in more color, you knew Melissa was your soulmate, but you were too scared to do anything about it, maybe she was yours but you weren’t hers, you had heard of that happening before, it was extremely rare but maybe you were one of those rare cases? You didn’t want to find that out and embarrass yourself.

Opting instead to just ignore the fact it was happening, maybe you could save yourself the embarrassment and transfer schools- “Y/N! How are you doing, dear?” Barbara asked, leading her class behind her and pulling you out of your thoughts “Good morning, Mrs. Howard, I’m doing alright, are the kids here for new books?” You smiled, knowing that she brought her kids by once a week to return their books and get a new one, gesturing to the bookshelves that were now almost fully stocked thanks to everyone’s help after Melissa blabbed about what you had done for them and the kids.

“Mx. Y/L/N?” You heard a quiet voice ask, turning your attention to the small group of kindergarteners that had stayed behind “Yes Dante?” You asked the little boy that had gained your attention to them “What’s a soulmate?” Dante asked, catching you off guard since you weren’t expecting that deep of a question “Oh, well…” You said, trying to think of a way to explain it so a group of kindergarteners could understand.

“So, you all know how right now you can only see in black and white?” You asked after a beat of silence, watching them all nod “Well, when you start to fall in love with your soulmate, your world starts to slowly fill with color then one day everything is bright and colorful” you explained, watching as they discussed amongst each other before another kid, Sammy, spoke up “Have you found your soulmate yet, Mx. Y/L/N?”

Damn these kids were hitting you with all the big questions and all before you’ve had more than a sip of your quickly cooling coffee, glancing over when you heard the door open and unable to help the smile that appeared on your face as Melissa walked in, her engrossed in her phone until she felt your eyes on her, catching your eyes before you turned to the small group of kids “I think I just might’ve” you said, laughing when the kids either squealed or fake gagged, looking over at Melissa who was looking at you with a smile as you interacted with the kids, the redness of her hair starting to get lighter and thinking you caught a glimpse of her gorgeous blue eyes.

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Later on that week, you were heading for the breakroom to get yourself another cup of nasty dirty bean water, man you really needed to get up earlier so you could make yourself at least one decent cup to get through the day, so lost in your thoughts that you almost missed the two voices coming from the breakroom.

“I just don’t know what to do, Barb, I think he’s going to propose to me” you heard Melissa say, feeling your heart start to sink at her words “Well, you said you were finally starting to see colors, do you think it’s because of him?” Barbara asked, shifting in her seat to look at Melissa better “I don’t know, maybe” she said, knowing it also started after she found out what you did for the kids “Well, do you love him?” Barbara asked sincerely, knowing she was trying to help, even though each word hurt “I mean yes, but”.

You stopped listening after that, feeling tears burning your vision and nausea start to build in your throat as you quickly turned on your heel and rushed back to the library, collapsing back against the boor after it shut behind you, barely thinking of locking it before the tears started to fall “Stupid, stupid, stupid… you knew you weren’t her soulmate and you still hoped” you muttered to yourself, harshly wiping your tears away as you tried to calm yourself down, even though your whole world was falling apart.

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You had decided to take a few days off after that, needing some time to come to terms with everything, even going as far as silencing your phone so you wouldn’t get distracted by concerned coworkers and Melissa, who had been worried about you since the first day you had called off, which made you feel even guiltier, but you knew you had to distance yourself for a few days, you needed to come to terms with the fact that Gary was Melissa’s soulmate, she was going to be engaged to him soon and you needed to bury your feelings for the redhead… right?

When you returned, the redhead was immediately on you “Why weren’t you answering any of us?” She asked, following you as you went towards the library “Well, good morning to you too, Mel” you chuckled, glancing at her as you pulled your keys out of your bag “I just needed a few days to myself, but I’m fine now” it wasn’t a total lie, you were feeling better than you did a few days ago and you knew you were able to put on a good fake face.

The redhead stared you down for a long moment, seeming to debate on whether or not she believed you, deciding to not push the matter further “As long as you’re okay” she decided to say, reaching out and resting her hand on your arm, stopping you in your tracks, giving her a small smile “I am, don’t worry” you assured, trying not to let her touching you affect you.

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After that, a few weeks went by you heard arguing as you approached the breakroom for lunch, raising a brow when you saw Gregory awkwardly standing outside the breakroom, him usually being the first one to go in there “Melissa and Gary are getting into it, figured it was a good idea to wait out here” Gregory explained, him not being good when it came to arguments.

You stood there for a moment, opting to follow Gregory’s lead until you heard Melissa shouting at Gary to let go of her, that making you change your mind as you stormed into the room “You heard her, let her go, Gary” you said, staring him down when both turned at the sound of your voice.

“You’re the one that’s causing the argument, I highly suggest you stay out of business that isn’t your own” Gary said, releasing Melissa and getting in your face “It is my business when you lay a hand on my friend” you said through gritted teeth, smacking his hand away when he went to shove his finger against your chest, readying to strike back if needed when Melissa grabbed his arm to pull him back, seeing red when he shoved her harshly back, your body moving before you could stop yourself as you shoved him harshly back against the wall.

“If you touch her EVER again, I will have your head” you threatened, feeling gentle but firm hands pull you back, Gregory stepping in just in time to grab Gary and hold him back when he lunged at you “Alright, that’s enough” Gregory said, practically dragging Gary out of the room, your harsh glare on Gary as he was led out of the room until you felt the redhead tug on your arm, successfully pulling your attention to her, searching her up and down for injuries before you focused on her gorgeous blue eyes.

“Are you okay?” You both asked, the two of you letting out an awkward laugh when you realized you spoke at the same time “I’m fine, I just… I couldn’t stand how he was treating you just now and I couldn’t just sit back and-” stopping your rambling when you felt her hand on your cheek “Thank you… for stepping in when you did” she said softly, glancing at you hand when you rested it on top of hers that was on your cheek.

The two of you stared at one another for a long moment before you spoke up “I have something to admit, it’s going to sound stupid, but I have to say it” you said, pulling away from her and glancing at the door when you heard footsteps and chatter, you knew you wouldn’t get privacy here, nor would you have time to explain how you felt and how she was your soulmate  even though you weren’t hers “Meet me in my classroom after school” she spoke up, knowing what you were thinking, smiling when you nodded, grabbing your lunchbox and escaping the room before you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

The time to tell Melissa your true feelings came sooner than you wanted it to as the final bell rang and your anxiety rose up to your throat, you more nervous than you cared to admit even though you knew how this would go, you’d spill your guts and she’d turn you down “Y/N?” You heard Melissa ask, pulling you from your thoughts “You said you had something to tell me” she stated, her expression neutral but inside her stomach was turning and her heart was pounding with nerves.

“Oh, yes” you said, clearing your throat and taking a deep breath before you let everything out, telling her how you were falling for her and how the more you did, the more colors you saw “I know Gary is your soulmate and I have no chance, but I had to tell you for my sake” you explained, finally taking a breath, starting to panic when you saw the shock on her face “Oh man, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t of said anything-” getting cut off when her lips crashed into yours.

You froze when she kissed you, unmoving until you felt her start pulling away, pulling her against you and responding to the kiss, once the need to breathe finally overpowered you, you pulled away but continued to hold her close, when you finally opened your eyes a rush of color filled your vision until you focused on her baby blues “Your eyes are beautiful” you murmured, earning a bright smile from the redhead “I see you, I truly see you” Melissa grinned, happy tears filling her eyes as she pulled you in for another heated kiss, now you could tell Dante that you in fact did have a soulmate and could give his group a tamer explanation of what it was like.

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Sorry for the long wait again... MDNI, not proofread, sorry for mistakes... This is a long one...Enjoy?

Part 7

Xavier sits at the cash register while constantly darting his eyes to the clock on the wall, the time was 11:21 am, his mind keeps playing back the line of you telling him you would bring him lunch for watching his friends shop. It had been a slow day with not many people coming in, he sometimes wondered how his friend could still make a living by selling second hand books. His eyes looking up at the clock again, 11:24 am, only 3 minutes had passed? It felt like hours already. He wanted to go home and be with you instead, he took his phone out to see if you'd sent him a message about what food you would bring him, but there was nothing to his dismay.

He started going through his phone, looking through the gallery, it brought a smile to his face just looking at pictures of you. He scrolls through the pictures he got from Rafayel, which he has to give him credit for since he always manages to capture the best of your smiles. His eyes stopped at the video, the one he took while you were sandwiched between him and Rafayel, his thumb hovered over it for a moment, eyes became darken and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He finally tab on it, the volume of his phone on the lowest possible setting, just in case a random customer walks in. His breath quickens and he could hear his heart beating out of his chest, just as it got to the part where you took him in your mouth, the front door opened and he panicked and locked his phone instantly and placed it face down on the counter.

You walked into the store and saw him look flustered, one of your brows raised as a questioning look overcomes you. “Why is your face so red?” you looked at Xavier while slowly walking towards him, Zayne following close behind you. It was as if Xavier was trying to back away from you, his back leaning further back on the chair. “I’m just happy to see you.” He replies as he puts on his innocent smiling face. “What did you get me for lunch?” “I bought you some dumplings and fried noodles, would that be ok?” You were worried if it was not his preference. “I’m not picky, anything you get must be delicious.” He's letting out a genuine smile now.

Just as you were about to put the food down on the counter, you stumbled over your own foot, it was fortunate that Zayne was there to catch you before you fell. Your face burns red with embarrassment as you get back on your feet and put the food down. Zaynes' phone started ringing, it was Dr. Greyson wanted to meet up with Zayne to return some of the books he borrowed from him. Zayne thought Xavier could use some time being alone with you, Zayne is so considerate for people around him and he knows how much Xavier meant to you as well. “I will be back in a while, I will leave Y/N in your capable hands.” You smiled at Zayne as he walked out of the store.

Xavier was getting you a chair, placing it beside him for you to sit as you unpack the food for him, he extended his hand over to you to guide you over to him. “Have you eaten?” Xavier asks as he snaps the wooden chopsticks apart. “Not yet, there's enough food for all 3 of us, but I guess it's just the 2 of us now.” You opened your mouth, gesturing Xavier to feed you, Xavier picked up a dumpling and carefully guided it into your mouth, your face looked so happy after eating it. Xavier starts eating as well and your eyes start looking around the shop, you notice they don't open on Sunday, meaning Xaiver wouldn't have to come help tomorrow.

“So, how was business today? Was it busy this morning?” You asked Xavier before helping yourself with some noodles. “It has been pretty slow, it felt like forever until you showed up.” He picked up the container with the noodles and was about to take a big bite out of it. “But you had your phone with you, how bad could it get? Were you playing games while waiting?”

You reached for his phone and he panicked, but with him holding the food and chopsticks, there was no way he could stop you in time before you unlocked it and saw YOU, with his cock in YOUR mouth. Your eyes widened and face instantly red, you quickly locked the phone again and placed it down in a hurry before glaring at Xavier while he turned his blushing face away from you, trying to hide himself with the container he was holding. “I can't believe you…” your brows furrowed as if you were angry and your cheeks were puffy and red. “I'm sorry… I swear I was just looking at your pictures Rafayel sent me before it got to the video.” Xavier finally puts the food down and turns back towards you, also trying to hide the growing tent in his pants.

You drank some water trying to calm down but you noticed Xavier getting hard by how awkward he was sitting. A mischievous idea struck you, you got on your knees under the counter and reached for his clothes crotch. Xavier sees what you were trying to do so he inches closer to you as he spreads his legs open a bit more. You unbuttoned his pants and slid it down enough for his length to spring free. Xavier helped push your hair behind your ears and kept his hands on your head. Your hands gently ghosted his curves and as you were about to put your hand around him, the door opened and 2 ladies walked in. Xaviers' hand shot back up above the counter as he welcomed the customers. “Do you mind if we just look around? We aren't really looking for anything in particular.” One of the ladies asked politely, “no problem, feel free to read anything you like. There are also a couple of chairs at the back of you that feel like just reading.” Xavier answers as you suddenly wrapped your soft fingers around his cock. You could feel him jump by surprise, cute you thought.

As the ladies ventured deeper into the store and got the books, they made it to the back where Xavier pointed out the chairs were and they both sat down, starting to read. Your hands start to slowly play with his cock, rubbing the drops of pre-cum off his slit and stretching it between your fingers as you look him in the eyes. He couldn't bring his hands down because of the ladies being there, he was stuck with not being able to touch you and had to put on a straight face as you tease him. Your smirk sent him another shock, he knows you're planning something mean and there is nothing he can do. He reached for the store's stereo control and started playing some music, loud enough to drown out any of the sound you could make but not enough to disturb the ladies from reading.

His dick kept leaking like a loose faucet, you could tell he was excited just by how much he was twitching in your hands. You finally decided to direct his cock to point lower before playing soft kisses to his tip. His ears were getting red, he was lucky with the lighting helping hide his blushing features from the ladies at the back, they were too absorbed into the books they were reading to notice anyways.

The moment your soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, he swore he was about to get sent over the edge. His hands are now fists, clutching so hard his knuckles are white, he's still trying to keep a straight face. He thought it would actually look more natural if he leans back as he grabs his phone. Your tongue swirling around his tip and you could see him fidgeting, you gave him a playful suck before running little licks between his slit, you had him panting quietly with his mouth open. You started pushing your head close to his base, your soft moans sending shivers down his spine. The slurping sounds and moans were drowned by the music as you continued taking more of him down your throat, and once you finally reached the base you could feel him twitching madly, stretching your throat. Tears were forming and dripping down your face but you didn't move, until Xavier finally reached one hand down and rubbed the top of your head gently.

You slowly pulled away from him, feeling his cock gagging you but it didn't stop you from pushing your head back towards him, Xaviers' cock felt so hard in your mouth you know he was already close to his release. You place your hands on his inner thighs and push them apart a bit more before giving it a hard squeeze, a bit of cum shooting into your throat. “MMM!” You heard him moan, as you started moving your head more, thrusting yourself into him as you tried to milk him. He didn't let any more sound escape his lips but he was cumming, cumming so hard his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he leaned back. Finally he looks down at you, with him still in your mouth as you swallow every last drop of his cum, smiling back at him as he rubs your jawline. He was getting very sensitive and he was getting overstimulated while still feeling your tight throat, and warm tongue as he tried to pull out without whining.

Xavier almost didn't notice the ladies walking towards him but leaned back forward as they got close, they wanted to purchase the books and Xavier started ringing them up. One of the ladies noticed the change in the atmosphere and her face started to blush while staring at Xavier, “Do you work here often, can I visit you again?” She asks as her friend starts nudging her by the arm as she tries to talk to Xavier. “I am just covering for my friend. I don't work here.” Xavier answers. “Then can I get your number? Maybe we can go grab some coffee some time?” She was not giving up. You were debating if you should come out from under the counter but Xavier answered “Sorry, my girlfriend would not appreciate that.” As he handed over the books and changed back. “Sorry!” The ladies said before grabbing their stuff and running out of the store.

You finally popped your head out of the counter and sat back up beside Xavier. He started kissing you, and rubbing your knees. “So popular.” You pout between his kisses. “My heart only belongs to you.” He places both his hands to your face to cup your cheeks, wiping away any remaining drool/cum off the corner of your mouth. “I will also only let you do this to me.” He leans in to kiss you.

Zayne returns after 2 hours and by then you fall asleep, leaning on the front counter as Xavier sits beside you, keeping you from falling as he also struggles to stay awake. Zayne sees you sleeping and thinks he shouldn't wake you since you need all the rest you can get. Zayne walked around the store and looked at what books there were.

When you woke up, you were not at the original spot anymore, Zayne and Xavier had to move you away from the counter. The store was filled with people, and Xavier was busy helping people with their purchase while Zayne helped him. The customers were mainly female, guess they saw the 2 gorgeous men here at the shop, almost like a celebrity signing session. The ladies looked like they would want to ask but seeing you behind them, they kept their mouth shut and were satisfied with just receiving help with their book purchase.

After what seemed like a chaotic few hours, Xavier finally closes up the shop. “Where should we go now? There are still a few hours before dinner time.” Xavier comes back towards the counter after flipping the ‘We are Open’ sign to ‘Closed’ “Oh Right! I was going to mention, it is Rafayel’s birthday this coming Friday, there will be a birthday exhibition for him. Since it’s a weekday, I’m planning to take the day off and go to the event.” You looked at both of them, “I was hoping we could throw him a birthday party on Saturday, with the 4 of us.” you stood there, twirling your fingers, not knowing what they would think about the idea. “We better go shop for some birthday presents then?” Zayne says as he helps Xavier clean up. “We could head to the mall after locking up.” Xavier chimes in.

You were happy that they both agreed about the party, you wanted to be able to hang out with all of them together again, you had fun last time and you’ve been wanting to be able to all hang out together again but somehow someone is always busy.

The 3 of you went to the mall as planned, trying to look for the perfect gift. Venturing into different stores from clothing to tech, no one seems to be able to decide what to actually get him. He has enough clothes to open his own boutique. There was a new shop that caught your eye, a new accessories store with stylish hi-tech accessories. You were looking at the smart watches, checking out their features. “Weren’t we looking for a present for Rafayel? Looks like you are trying to get something for yourself.” Zayne watches you jokingly. You flustered and answered with “Well, I’m just looking… not like I’m actually trying to find something for myself.”

Xavier waves you both over, “How about these?” You and Zayne walked over to take a look at what Xavier found. It was some earrings with special features, they were silver but each had a small gemstone embedded, there were colors that matched their evol. “I thought we could each get one, just a symbol of our unique relationship.” Xavier explained. “That doesn't seem like a bad idea.” Zayne answers. “But you and Zayne don't have piercings…?” You looked at both of them. Maybe they have necklaces instead, you started looking around and they actually did.

Zayne looked at the features of the accessories, one of which he thought could come in handy, it could track your heart rate through a phone app and all the accessories are waterproof so they actually won't have to be taken off. “Since we all got you a necklace before, “Maybe this time you should get the earrings and we would get the necklaces.” Xavier nods in agreement. The price is actually not too expensive and you thought you would pay for it, until Zayne and Xavier stopped you saying it would be their gift for the 2 of you. They went and paid for the items and you all decided to have dinner before heading home.

You were kind of relieved that they were able to find a gift for Rafayel, you are excited for Saturday's party. When you got home, there was a box sitting outside your door. The item you ordered arrived early, but there was another box, with fancy ribbons along with some flowers. Rafayel had sent it to you, the outfit he wanted you to wear on Friday. You filed a vacation request for Friday and was almost instantly approved. Rafayel actually sent invites to Zayne and Xavier as well, but knowing Zaynes' busy schedule he wasn't expecting him to show up. Xavier might be there if you were going to be, but Rafayel secretly hoped that Xavier would just go to work instead so he could have you all to himself.

The days fly by while you were excitedly waiting for Rafayels' birthday. It was already Wednesday and you have been back to the field with Xavier thanks to Zayne's note to Jenna. You made sure you were extra careful, not wanting to get injured so you could make it to the party. Your period also finished and you were glad it did, finally free of pain and could get back to your daily life.

You and Xavier walking home after work, you were in a very good mood and Xavier could tell by your playful hums while your fingers intertwined with each other as you walked. “Is there anything you would like to eat?” You cheerfully asked Xavier as you walked past a few restaurants. “Actually, there is.” Xavier leans into your ear and whispers. “You.” you turned to him flustered, then you pouted and said, “I mean actual food!” Xavier chuckles, “in that case, I want the dumplings you brought me a few days ago. Let's go pick some up.”

Finally arriving home after getting the dumplings, you went to put your things down as Xavier put the food on the dining table. “We should eat first before the food gets cold.” You went and washed your hands then hopped over and sat down beside him and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the bag. “Ahh~” Xavier opens his mouth waiting for you to feed him. You held the dumpling with the chopsticks and placed a hand under to catch it if it falls, he leans in and takes a bite, the juice of the dumpling dripping down his chin, you tried to wipe it down with your thumb, only for Xavier to grab your hand and licked your thumb. “Xavier!” You were surprised by his sudden gesture, he only smiled and kept eating after.

Xavier helped clean up the table after dinner was finished, there weren't any dishes since you 2 just ate out of the container and used one-time use chopsticks. You washed your hands and headed to the bedroom, Xavier followed after you. You were grabbing a change of clothes wanting to shower first, as you turned around towards the direction of the bathroom, Xavier blocked your way and caged you in his arms, “let’s have dessert.” “We already finished all the ice cream, what else-” he kisses you before you could even finish the sentence. “You're my dessert.” He whispers into your ear and starts kissing along your jaw, moving down towards your neck.

“Wait Xavier, I want to go shower first, I'm still covered with dirt and sweat.” You whined. “I don't mind.” His kisses were more demanding and he shoved you towards the bed while he undressed you. You were reduced to only your undergarments by the time your back but the mattress. Your breaths quicken as Xavier still has his lips latched to yours, not willing to let go. He had already removed his own top, unbuckling his pants to release the tightness in his pants. You placed your hands on his toned chest, feeling up his muscles, running them down his abs and onto his clothes crotch, rewarded with one of his muffled whines. He removed his pants and dropped them beside the bed.

He had you pinned down right where he wanted you, his forearms on the sides of your head, his face hovering right above yours as he finally released your lips. “I can't hold back any longer, I want to be inside of you.” He stares his dilated blue eyes into yours', licking up from your collar to your neck. You wanted him inside of you as well, pussy clutching at nothing, as you rub your thighs together. One of his hands finally moved from beside your head and headed towards your drenched pussy, his hand was suddenly stopped by one of yours as you tried to shove him to lay back instead. Xavier picks himself up then flops back against the mattress, head resting on the backboard with pillows on his back. “Hmm?” He looked at you with his confused puppy eyes, “Why did you stop me?”

You saddle yourself onto his thighs, he watches you patiently as you tug on the waistband of his boxers, lifting himself off the bed enough for you to pull it down as you scooch closer to his bare length. You reach for your own panties and Xavier's eyes travel down, waiting for you to take it off. You pull down your panties at a slow teasing pace, Xavier was so turned on you could see his cock throbbing painfully. His hands were reaching for your panties and you swatted him away, he was biting down on his own lips, trying to control himself. “You are not allowed to touch, got it?” You smirked at Xavier, he frantically nodded “yes, ma’am.”

You finally remove your panties and Xavier lets out a relief sigh, looking at how wet you were, already dripping. You took one of Xavier's hands and hooked your panties on his wrist before grabbing his other hand and doing the same, binding both his hands with your panties. You then pushed his arms up over his head and placed his hands on the backboard of the bed. “Don't remove your hands from the frame.” You demanded. “Got it.” Xavier confirms, his ears are turning red, not knowing what you are planning to do next.

You lowered yourself to sit your folds onto his cock, you could hear him whimpering and see his hands clutching hard on the bed frame. You started grinding forward and back on his length, your pussy was so wet and warm he could hardly wait, he has been holding back for so long and he needs to be inside. “No more teasing, I want to be inside that sweet sweet pussy.” Xavier says with darkened eyes, like he was about to pounce on you any second if you don't let him have his way.

You finally lifted yourself up, lining his cock up to your pussy, stretching your folds open with your fingers as you slowly lowered yourself down. Without him preparing your cunt, you felt as if he was splitting you in half with his cock. He watches your facial expressions twist with the painful pleasure as tears start forming in your eyes, mouth gaping wide open trying to catch your breath. Your hands are now on his abdomen, holding yourself up as your hips shakingly sink down slowly. “You're too b-big mmhn” you said as you pant heavily, you were only halfway down his length but felt like there was no more room. “You are doing great my star, keep going, you can do it.” Xavier starts encouraging you, “I can't, it… it's too much!” You whined. “You can, and you will. You're always my good girl.”

Xavier started bucking his hips up towards you, making your head flung back from the sudden movement. “Ahhhahhh!” Your moans kept escaping from your lips, so loud that your other neighbors might be able to hear you, but Xavier did not stop, he took back control and he continued to thrust upwards into your core, you were pretty much lifted off the bed fully and was bouncing on his hard rock cock.

You couldn't keep yourself up as your upper body comes crashing down onto his torso as his rough movements continue. His hands have moved from the bed frame and are now on your lower back, while still being binded, he grabs onto your ass cheeks and slams you down towards him, driving you closer to the edge. Your moans are echoing loudly in the room as he keeps up with his unforgiving pace, “ahh! I'm-m cumming! Gonna cummmmm!” you screamed out as you released all over his twitching cock, finally slowing down a bit as you rode out the wave of your orgasm.

Xavier rolls you onto your back while still being inside of you, you close your eyes, catching your breath, he pulls your legs together and loops his bound arms around your legs hugging them thigh into his embrace as his hips starts moving again. The friction had you overstimulated and your head was thrown back once again into your pillows. “Xavier!! Wait, n-not yet… mm too sensitive!” You begged. “Sorry star, I'm also at my limits…” Xavier's hips started thrusting faster and harder, his hot, heavy pants huffing against your legs, your hands clutching on the sheets as you moan louder, unable to form words. Xavier's cock keeps hitting your sweet spot as your walls squeezed him, you were about to cum again and he was there with you as well. “I-I can't hold it… I'm cumming!” Xavier shoots his hot cum inside you, making you cum as he fills every inch of your pussy with his seed while he slowly grinds the rest of his load inside.

Xavier sat there, still holding onto your shaky legs, still not wanting to pull out and separate from you. Your legs were shaking so much you knew you wouldn't be able to walk for a good while. He finally slips your panties which binded his wrist off, he leaned in towards you, folding you in half as your ankles hang on his shoulders.

“Xavier… no more… I can't take it anymore.” you quickly begged, you could feel him getting harder again. “Xavier!! Are you even listening to me?” You started moaning again. “Yes, I heard you” he rested his forehead against yours, “I just want to stay like this a while longer, I won't move.” He was not moving his hips but you could feel him throbbing inside of you, making you whine and moan, Xavier was trying so hard to not start thrusting into you again, you could see his body physically fidgeting as a painful expression overcame him.

“... Fine, just… one last time, but be gentle with me…” you said as you turned your head away from him while your eyes stayed watching him with the corners as you blushed. His facial expression changed, as if he was a kid and it was Christmas. He grabs each of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours, he leans in to kiss you gently on your lips as his hips begin moving again, this time at a slower pace like you asked.

His movements were sensual and passionate, he made sure this time that every thrust was to make you feel good, he would pull out all the way until only his tip connects the two of you, and slowly push his way back in, making you feel his full length and every throbbing vein. Your hips began to meet his movements, grinding yourself against him as he bottoms you, making him whine. He kept at the slow pace, he could feel his cum from the last round flowing out as he tried to push it back inside. You felt like you were melting, like you were floating on a fluffy cloud as your third orgasm of the night starts building up. “Xavier… I feel like… I'm going to cum soon…mhgn” you moaned into his ears and he answers. “Me too, let's cum together.” His thrusts are gaining speed, but not rough like before. You both felt so close to your release and with a couple more thrusts you both came undone.

Xavier came so much and it was slowly leaking out of you, your sheets were a mess and you felt sticky all over. “I want to take a bath.” You softly whisper to Xavier, he finally pulls away from you. “Alright, let me go get the bath ready.” He carries you to the bathroom, placing you sitting on the toilet as his cum drains out of you. He got the warm bath ready and carried you into the tub, sitting closely behind you. The water felt so nice, making you both relaxed and Xavier was trying his best to not fall asleep so he could care for you.

“Thank you, my star. I'm sorry I went overboard.” Xavier hugs you tightly from behind. “It's alright, I know you've been holding back for a while now.” You said as you lay your head on his chest. “You really do spoil me too much.” Xavier chuckles, “I love you so much…” he continues. “I love you too.” your eyes were closing, you felt spent and you couldn't stay awake any longer. The last thing you recall was Xavier telling you to rest and leave the rest to him.

It was already morning when you opened your eyes, you felt refreshed after the bath and it seemed like Xavier had changed the bedsheets before going to bed. You see Xavier sleeping peacefully in front of you, his head was buried in your chest, his hair tickling your chin. His arms are wrapped around you like you were his personal plushie. Your hands started running through his soft blonde hair as he rubbed his head against your bosom. “If you keep up with that, we will be late for work.” Xavier warns before tilting his head up to meet your eyes. Your cheeks turn red as his eyes meet yours, “we already did so much last night…” you shy away. “It's never enough, I will stick to you forever if I can.” his arms wrapping around you tighter.

Xavier gets up and gives you a light kiss on the lips, “shell we get ready for work?” he asks. You thought it was weird that he didn't try to keep you in bed, “Are you feeling alright?” You were concerned, your hand cupped his cheeks, “Mmhmm, I promised Zayne that I would control myself around you, shouldn't start breaking promises should I?” He lightly chuckles, “unless you also want it, I'm more than happy to provide my services.” He smirks. “Nope!! Let's get ready for work!” You quickly got up but stumbled back down, your legs were still a bit sore from the night before. “Are you going to be ok?” Xavier was worried. “Yeah… I'll be fine… just got up a bit too fast.” You blushed embarrassingly.

Once you arrived at the office, you found files on your desk of the mission you and Xavier need to take care of today. There wasn't too much since the two of you have been clearing them out at a timely manner. You and Xavier managed to clear out everything today with time to spare, going back to the headquarters to file in the report. It was nearing the end of the day but you've only managed to do half of the paperwork. “You can leave those with me, I will take care of them tomorrow.” Xavier made his way over to your desk without you even noticing. “Are you sure? There's still a lot that needs to be done.” You didn't want to burden Xavier with your work. “It should be fine, unless there is an emergency, we’ve already taken care of all our targets. Plus, should you be home getting ready for tomorrow?” Even though he tried to hide it, you could still see a sad pout from Xaviers' face.

“I have all of tomorrow morning to get ready, I was hoping to go home and spend some time with you.” You playfully pouted. “Unless you rather stay here and-” “No, let's leave on time.” His eyes were sparkling, he didn't expect to be able to spend time with you tonight. “Just make sure you don't go overboard…” you looked away blushing, “Anyways, there's still some time left, let's finish what we can!” You started working on your paperwork again and Xavier smiles and goes back to his desk, working on his own papers.

Xavier was at your desk again when it was time to go home. You told him what still needs to be done and made sure everything was taken care of for tomorrow. You decided to buy some groceries and cook at home instead of ordering take out and Xavier insisted that he would make dinner, which had you worried but agreed anyway.

Xavier told you to go take a shower while he gets dinner ready, you were worried about your kitchen but he promised the meal would be ready and delicious when you get out. You put your faith in him and took a long shower, you came to check on him right after you got out of the showers. He had the table set and food ready when you came out, he pan fried some steak and even made a small salad to go with it.

Dinner was delicious as promised and he was about to clean up and do the dishes when you stopped him and told him to go take a shower as well. He obeys you and went to shower as you cleaned up the kitchen, which he managed to keep quite clean. He came out of the shower with only his sweatpants, “are you trying to seduce me?” You jokingly said, knowing full well you are wearing his last clean t-shirt he has down at your place. “Is it working?” He had a smirk on his face. “why don't you come here and find out?”

You sat on the couch as he walked over, sitting down beside you and leaning in for your lips. You grabbed he hand and guided him between your legs and towards your folds. Xavier then ran his finger over your clothes cunt and realized you were already soaking wet. “I guess someone is being needy.” His eyes darken a little as his breath quickens. “Already so wet for me, such a good girl.” You moaned, clinging to his shoulders, resting your head on the crook of his neck. “What do I get for being, MMM your good girl?” you started kissing up his neck, making him moan weakly. Your hands had traveled to the tent in his pants, you tugged at the waist band and he lowered it together with you, setting his cock free.

“Someone is feeling very egear tonight.” Xavier chuckles and playfully shakes his head. “I just wanted to make you feel good, think of it as a thank you for making dinner.” While sitting beside him, you lean down to kiss his tip. “Wait” Xavier stops you, “I want to see your face.” you adjusted yourself to kneel between his long legs and playfully licked his shaft from the base to the tip. His cock is twitching out of control, and you could see him biting his lips as he tries to hold in his moans. You kept your pretty eyes on his as you gently sucked on the area near his base, sending shivers down his spine.

“I thought you said you wanted me to feel good but all you're doing is teasing me.” Xavier lifts your chin with one hand and lines his cock to your lips with the other. You smiled at him as your lips parted, letting his tip enter as you lap your tongue around it. You took your time, slowly taking more of him into your throat, you could feel yourself gagging, making your mouth water more and he entered more easily. Your throat felt so full when you finally reached his base, Xavier just sitting there, still staring into your teary eyes, burning the image into his brain.

He puts both his hands on the side of your head, signaling you to move. You started pushing away and Xavier's grip got stronger, pulling you back like a gentle tug of war. You start moaning, and the vibration makes him throb in your throat. “Haah… taking me so well, your mouth feels so good, my darling.” He finally breaks eye contact, panting heavily as his hips start thrusting against your throat. Your own hands circling your clit quickly as you chase the same high as Xavier gets closer and closer to the edge. “I-I'm… mmm close, haaa… so close, I'm gonna-” he couldn't even finish his sentence as he came, shooting ropes after ropes of hot cum into your mouth, leaking out the corners of your mouth.

You took a few seconds to swallow everything you had in your mouth, your fingers catching the cum that rolled down your chin as you pushed it back into your mouth. Xavier was so turned on that he crashed his lips onto yours sticking his tongue to meet yours as the two of you swished the remaining cum in your mouth. A string of saliva connected both your lips as you pulled away, looking down to see his cock, standing strong, throbbing and waiting for your touch. You were shocked at how fast he recovers, it always amazes you how he is always so ready for more.

He pulled you up and had you laying your head on the arm rest, “Time to please you girl down here.” his hands reaching to take your panties off, which was already soaked. He ran his middle finger from your entrance to your clit, pinching it and pressing his thumb on it as he rubs circles. He wanted to get you ready but it seems you would be able to take him with ease with how wet you were.

He pulls one of your legs up as he plops it over his shoulder as your other leg hangs off the couch. He lines himself up and pushes his way inside of you. “...aahhhhahHHH!!!” You moaned out as he bottoms you, your mouth gaping wide with your head thrown back, your neck was fully on display, skin so soft and vulnerable, he leans in and starts kissing you sloppily. Xavier was fighting his inner demons, wanting to mark you all over, but knowing you had to go to Rafayels' ‘birthday party', he did his best to refrain himself.

You felt that he was distracted so you tried getting his attention back, “Xavier, please, give mmghn give me more…” you stare your big doe eyes into his. How could he possibly refuse? His hips started thrusting, first at a slow pace and he started picking up. “Harder, Xavier!! Harder!” And he pounds you, as hard and deep as he can. “Yes!! Ahhhn nngh ahh! Yah! Yah! Yah!!” You were so cockdrunk you couldn't even form sentences anymore. “MMM, babe, haaa… y-you are gonna Hmm make me cum again” Xavier also pussy drunk as he keeps thrusting hard as per your request. He didn't want to cum yet, since your pussy felt so heavenly, but the way you were squeezing him made it hard for him not to, he could feel you tightening as your orgasm quickly approached and he was also at the edge. “Babe, cum with me, let's cum together.”

He keeps thrusting as you both come together. Your grip on him was so hard he could hardly keep moving. Your pussy milking every last drop of cum out of his cock as he finally pulls out and collapses over you, both in a panting mess.

You could feel Xavier starting to drift off to dreamland, and you asked him to bring you to bed, he slowly gets up and picks you up in a bridal carry and brought you back to the bedroom, placing you down then flopping down right beside you, his arms snakes around your waist and pulls you into his embrace as he falls asleep. You also felt tired and sleepy and ended up falling asleep shortly after.

Rafayels' birthday is finally here, you woke up early and sent Xavier off to work before packing your things and heading out to the hotel where the exhibition is being held. You had what you ordered online inside a bag and carried the box with the dress Rafayel got you. There was a card key for a hotel suite that Rafayel was staying in; you plan on dropping the things off there and getting changed.

You saw Thomas in the lobby. It was still quite early and he was double checking the final details, he finally spotted you and walked over. “Rafayel is still up in his room, do you mind helping me fetch him?” Thomas asks you, knowing he could completely trust you to get him ready. “Sure, he already gave me the key. I'll see you shortly.” You headed towards the elevator and went up to the penthouse suite. You opened the door of the suite and it was beautiful, you've never been to places like this so everything looks amazing, the view of Linkon City was breathtaking. You quickly put your bag away and put down the box with the dress as you walked over to the king size bed, with Rafayel sleeping soundly in the middle.

You were thinking what would be the best way to wake him up, you were crawling onto the bed, leaning in closer as you see his face turning beet red, “When did you get up?” You questioned him, “Oh come on! Why can't you just pretend I was still sleeping and just kiss me al-” you leaned in for a kiss, cutting off his sentence. His face was so red even his ears are red now. “Happy birthday Rafayel.” You cupped his cheeks as you stared right into his beautiful blue-pink eyes. “Thank you, my love.” He leans in for another kiss.

“Thomas told me to come wake you, but it seems you've been up for a while.” You said. “I was waiting for you. I knew you would come find me first.” Rafayel smirks, “Thank you for the dress, it's beautiful.” You thanked him. “What were you planning for the make up?” You froze in spot, that was something you forgot to plan, last time Tara did your make up since you weren't used to putting it on. “Don't worry, there is a dressing room downstairs for me and I brought things here for you. I even hired a makeup artist in case you forgot. Thoughtful, aren't I?” Rafayel smirks confidently. “You're the best!” Rafayel looks away blushing.

“I guess I should get changed and head down before Thomas comes up here…” he sighs as he walks over to his white suit, it looks extravagant, the gold trimmings shine as bright as the sun. “Are you going to keep gawking or help me?” Rafayel playfully teased. You helped him remove the shirt he had on and put the dress shirt on, buttoning it up. His ears turn pink when you reach down to his pants, and you know he will become instantly hard if you touch him. “You better do that part by yourself.” You said as you turned away grabbing the box with your dress. “Tsk, fine…” he pouts and you could hear the disappointment in his tone. He finally got himself changed and was walking towards the door. “I can't wait to see you in that dress.” He blows you a kiss and leaves for the exhibit.

You opened the box again, taking out the long silky white dress. It also has gold trimmings, perfectly matching what Rafayel is wearing. You removed your clothes and slipped the dress on, perfect fit just like the lingerie he picked out. The dress has a big open back and the fabric was skin tight, showing off all your curves. There was also a mask in the box, just in case you didn't want to end up on the front covers of some flashy magazine or newspaper. He wasn't sure how open you wanted your relationship to be, and you secretly thanked him for planning ahead.

You got your heels on, grabbed the mask and headed downstairs to the dressing room Rafayel mentioned. You didn't have your makeup on yet but people who were passing by would stop and stare at how beautiful you are. There was already someone waiting for you in the dressing room, “you must be miss Y/N! I’m Kaya and I was hired to help with your makeup and hair!” Kaya looks full of energy and super excited. “Your skin is beautiful! You must take great care of it, and your hair is so soft and silky, I just can't wait!”

She sat you down and started with your hair. She suggested tying it up, so you could show off the golden ribbon that was around your neck and your back. You told her to go with her judgment and she braided your hair and put the rest in a bun. There were 2 stray strands that slightly covered your ears and you thought it looked really nice staring at the mirror. It took her no time to apply makeup on you, you choose a reddish gold for the eye shadow and the same color lipstick. She applied a small amount of glitter on your shoulders and back. You thought you looked great, and Kaya thought the same, happy with her masterpiece. “You're all ready to go! I will be around until the event is over, give me a call if you need anything!” She quickly hands over her name card with her contact information. “Now go and enjoy yourself!” You thanked her and put the mask on and walked outside.

People had started to gather, this was an invitation only event but the staff are aware of you and let you through with no issue. You started walking around and saw others in masks as well, not everyone but there were some who wish to keep their identity hidden. You see Rafayel, at the center of attention, everyone trying to get close to him and wish him a happy birthday. His eyes find you right away, and you see him smiling and ears turning pink, there are still too many people around him for you to approach. You decided to go around and admire the paintings while he entertained his guests.

You were near the entrance when you heard some commission, you headed there and saw a guy, bagged to be let inside, stating he is one of Rafayel's biggest fans and just wanted to see the paintings up close since he was an art student. “Please, please, please!!! I just want to look, I won't bother anyone!! I didn't know where I could get an invitation, but please!!!” The man begs, looking like he was about to cry. “It should be ok if we just take his personal information down and hold his ID until he leaves?” You question the staff. “But!!” The staff was concerned, it was above his pay grade to make the decision. “I’ll even personally walk him around and bring him back.” You offered. The staff sighs and writes down the man's information before taking his ID, letting him inside as you walk him around the exhibit.

“Oh my god, I can't thank you enough!!” The man excitedly says, “thank you sooooo much for helping me, I've been dying to see Mr. Rafayels' artwork up close for god knows how long. My name is Felix by the way.” “You're welcome, I thought Rafayel wouldn't mind if you just want to see the paintings.” you smile sweetly at Felix. Felix sees Rafayel but doesn't dare approach him, just being in the same room was enough. Rafayel see you at the corner of his eyes and saw you accompanying someone he doesn't know, he has to keep his focus on the guests who are talking to him but can't help to feel a hint of bitterness in his mouth.

You walked around with Felix and he saw everything he didn't want to waste anymore of your time so he headed back to the entrance, he wholeheartedly thanked you again before grabbing his ID and leaving. You started heading back to where you last saw Rafayel, there were so many people around and someone bumped into you, making you lose balance and a tall stranger caught you, you smiled and thanked him and saw he also had a mask on. Rafayel sees all this and is starting to get impatient, he excuses himself and walks towards you, quickly placing his arm around your waist and pulls you away from the stranger as he sneaks away to the dressing room with you.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, angrily walking towards you, backing you onto the couch in the room and cages you in with his arms and leg. “Who the hell was that?” He angrily asks. “??? I don’t know? He just helped me while I stumbled.” You were confused. “Not him! The other guy! The one who you were walking around with!!” Rafayel puffs. “Oh, you mean Felix. He's actually a big fan of yours and wanted to see your artwork. He didn't have an invite so I walked with him to make sure he didn't cause any trouble.” you tried explaining yourself, you can see he was still upset.

You took your mask off and looked up at him, his heart skipped a beat from how beautiful you look without the mask being in the way. You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, making him flustered and moans softly. You secretly thank Kaya for using smudge proof makeup. He finally pulls away, grabbing your wrists and wanting you to stand up so he could see you fully with the dress. You and him swapped places, he is now sitting on the couch and you standing in front of him.

He admires you for a few minutes before placing his arms on your waist, pulling you in to stand between his spread open legs. His hand travels down to your hips, he had a questioning look in his eyes as his ears started turning pink again. His hand slides inside your dress from the split at your thighs as he runs them up again, his eyes widened and shot up to your face when he noticed you didn't wear any panties. His face is now fully red, “How could you walk around like this?” His cock is throbbing hard inside the restraints of his pants. “What if others see??? You belong to me!”

You giggled at him, bending your body forward to kiss him again, this time he's panting heavily, a total mess. “How are you supposed to go greet your guests with the tent in your pants?” You placed your hand on his crotch and he jolted. “Hey! This is all your fault, you know.” He starts making his pouting face, looking so adorable and makes you want to just tease him more. “Then I guess I better fix it. Which do you prefer?” you pointed at your lips, and Rafayel bites his own lips. Your other hand travels down to your side where the split of the dress is as you pull it aside, letting him see your dripping core.

His hand travels between your legs and gathers up the wetness with his index and middle finger. “You are so wet already? My love?” You let out a quiet moan as his fingers flicked against your clit. “So? What's it going to be?” you ask again. “Of course I'm going with her! She's literally drooling for my cock.” Rafayels' hands rushing to his buckle as he impatiently pulls down his pants and boxers as it sits around his ankles. He quickly pulls you over and you hand your knees on the couch and him between your legs. One of you hands still holding onto the dress as the other clutching the back of the couch. His hands are on your hips, starting to pull you down towards his throbbing heat.

You lowered yourself and your entrance kissed his burning tip, making both of you moan. Rafayel couldn't hold it anymore, he kept pulling you down towards him and you stopped fighting against him, slamming down all the way to his base in one quick move. Both your heads flung back by the intense pleasure. “Shit!! Hhahh, it feels… so, so good.” Rafayel huffs and mumbles. “Yea…ahhhn” you agreed. His grip on your hips tightens and starts pushing you up only to slam you down again. You let him control the rhythm, he was gritting his teeth and you tried to be as quiet as possible, not knowing who would be outside the door.

Rafayel kept pumping into you, thrusting upwards towards your core. You were both so very close to your release, his speed picking up and you started squeezing him a little tighter. “I'm cumming Raf!” You kept whining. “Me too, my love!” ‘Knock knock knock!! Rafayel, are you in there??’ Thomas was looking for the 2 of you. Rafayel and you both came from the shock of someone knocking and possibly getting caught. “Yea!! I’ll be out in a minute!!” he shouts at Thomas.

You get up and his cum starts dripping out of you, he wishes he could take his time to capture the image in his mind, but right now he needs to quickly clean up and get back to the event. He reached for a box of Kleenex and started wiping you down first, gathering your accumulated cum into the tissue before throwing it in the bin. You helped wipe him down and both of you smooths out your attire, puts the mask back on and heads back into the crowd.

Rafayel keeps you beside him even once you are back out at the venue, his arm not leaving your hips, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Thomas finally finds the 2 of you, “Rafayel!!” He said with a hint of urgentness to his voice. “I received an offer to buy out every single painting here, the amount is very tempting.” “They can buy them except for the one, I want to keep that piece to myself.” He gestures to the one in the center of the room, the one with the pink inspired by you and his blood. “Well, that's the thing. The buyer insists that THAT is to be included. And he would pay double, if not, triple the amount for it.” Thomas sighs, knowing Rafayel will not change his mind, he looks to you for help convincing Rafayel.

Thomas's puppy eyes were getting to you, you pulled Rafayel closer to you and you whispered in his ear. “If you sell it, we can always do it again to give you inspiration for a better piece.” “Sold.” Rafayel instantly agreed with a serious look on his face. Thomas was curious what you told Rafayel for him to change his mind so quickly but he didn't question it, knowing they made bank just now from selling everything. “Who's the buyer anyways?” Rafayel was also curious who insisted on buying that painting. “I don't have their full name but they go by S.” Thomas answered as he walked away to confirm the sale. The both of you watched as he walked back towards the tall figure who caught you when you stumbled earlier.

“Are you hungry? Let's go grab something to eat.” Rafayel walks you over to the hors d’oeuvre table. Your eyes start shining as you see all the different types of food they have. The 2 of you ate some as Rafayel continued to entertain his guests with you right next to him, feeling proud to have such a beautiful partner beside him. It was getting close to the end of the event, Thomas asked Rafayel to make a quick speech. Rafayel was reluctant but you gave him the push he needed and he walked over to the little stage they had prepared. Staff going around the room to hand out champagne to the guests.

“I would like to thank all of you for taking time to come to the event. Hope all of you enjoyed yourselves like I have.” Rafayels' eyes landed on you as he said the last line. “Thank you for being here and sharing this moment with me.” Rafayel then raised his glass, everyone else in the room also raised their glass to toast, everyone shouting at the same time, “Happy Birthday Rafayel!!!”

The event is finally over, but Rafayels’ birthday was not. You both get back to the hotel suite, Rafayel finally lets out a stretch as he finally gets to relax, you close the door behind you and he is right in front of you, taking the mask off so he could finally see your beautiful face. “Finally some alone time with my darling.” He places his hands on the small of your back and pulls you in. “Don't you want to get out of that suit?” You hinted at him. “You know what? I’ve been wanting to take this off as soon as we got into the dressing room downstairs.” He whispers into your ear, making you flustered. “Well go and take it off, I actually have something to prepare for you.” You shyly looked away. “You're not allowed to peek until I say though.” he nods and walks into the bathroom to undress and give you space.

You went to get your bag and brought it to the bed, quickly taking off your dress and putting on the outfit you bought online. It turned out just the way you would hope, you hid yourself under the covers and called out for Rafayel to come join you.

“Why are you hiding under there, why did you already take off the dress? I wanted to undress you…” Rafayel sighs as he removes the covers, only for his eyes to pop wide open, face turning bright red as he sees you, laying in the middle of the bed, with a goldish pink Lemurian tail. His heart almost stopped, you could see him struggling to keep himself from jumping at you right this second. Your face turns red from his reaction, his bathrobe unable to hide his raging boner as his cock peeks out.

His bathrobe finally slides off of him, landing onto the ground right at the edge of the bed as he quickly crawls towards you, planting heavy, wet kisses to your lips and his hands working quickly to remove the white bikini top you had on, throwing it to the side. His dilated, hungry eyes are eating you up. “You're the most beautiful being I've ever seen. If only your tail was real, I would sweep you away to the ocean, it would just be me and you, forever.”

He starts kissing you again, this time with more heated passion, making you moan as he sucks your tongue into his mouth and the 2 muscles dance. His one hand cups one of your breasts, pinching at your hardened nipple as the other slides down to your covered clit. Your hands reached for his hardened length and he twitched at your touch, releasing the hold of your mouth. “Wait, wait, wait, I need to take a picture. Can I take a picture?” Rafayel begs you for permission this time. You said yes and he quickly went to grab his phone, telling you to do different poses. He kept taking pictures but you wanted to do something else. His cock was still rock hard and you decided to reach for him while he was still glued to his phone.

He jolted from your touch and you leaned in closer, body between his legs and his cock in front of your face as he twitched in anticipation. You wrapped your lips around his tip, he moans out loud as he tries to take more pictures of you. You take him deeper into your throat, your hand starts fondling his balls, making him whine and hiccup as his hand lands on your hair, releasing the bun so your hair flows down your body. You look absolutely breathtaking, Rafayel looked like he was about to cry. He pulls your face up, making you let go of his cock. “You're gonna make me cum if you keep going.” He said panting, he wants to cum in your pussy.

He got on all 4, with you beneath him right where he wants you. “Can I take this off yet? It's kind of hard to move around.” You thought he had his fill of pictures. “No, I want you to keep it on while we do it.” His eyes becoming feral, he licks his lips like you were his prey. He rolls the hip area of the tail down enough to expose your pussy but your thighs were in the way, “Turn around and get on your knees for me.” He whispers in your ear, making you gasp. You did as he asked, your pussy drenched as he rubbed his length along your ass.

“It almost looks like you're a real Lemurian, so beautiful…” Rafayel was in a drunken state just from the way you dressed, he lines his length up to your pussy and slowly pushes his way inside. “Nnnnhg!! You're so, fu-fucken tight!! His upper body weight leaning against yours, pinning you down on the bed as he pants heavily at your ear, “This feels mmm so fucken great..haa..MMM!” His words and pants were sending you quickly over the edge, your walls tightening around him and he winced, “You're gonna snap my dick off, so argh!! So tight!” Even with your walls squeezing hard, he still manages to thrusting his way into your deepest parts.

You were both losing your minds from how good it felt, one of his hands reached for your clit and started flicking it with his thumb. You felt overstimulated, you couldn't hold for much longer, “Raf-Rafayel!! Cumming!!” You warned him but he kept thrusting, faster and harder. “Mmnhg!! Ahhhn!!” We're your mast moans as you came all over his cock, he was not finished yet, still thrusting at his unforgiving pace, he had you screaming, you could no longer use your words, just mumbling moans as he chased his climax. “I'm cumming!! Gonna fill you up, make you all pretty with my cum inside your tight pussy.” He comes shortly after, spilling his hot cum inside your twitching walls. “Now you are perfect, my masterpiece.” Rafayel lets out a satisfied smile.

@huuvu @juliettebbgamer

[slafkovskys]

OK THOSE PROMPTS SOUND PERFECT FOR RUTGER pls consider it requested by yours truly…i mean the friend that was asking ha

warnings: minor language, suggestive material under the cut

“what’s the password?” you call out after three knocks sound against your bedroom door, tightening the strings of your bikini bottoms against your side. you quirk an eyebrow at the lack of response, a smirk playing at your lips, “no password, no entry.”

“oh, um,” there’s a thump on the other side of the wall and you can only guess that rutger had slumped his weight against your closed door, “i- uh- starburst?”

you cross the room and allow him to slip inside before closing the door again. you throw your arms gently over his shoulders and his hands come to rest on your hips, “now, i don’t remember telling you that little secret…”

“your brother mentioned it awhile back and i may have stored it in endearing things about you,” he mumbles as his fingers pull at the ties of your bikini bottoms, “why do i need to use it? i’m not a stranger.”

“that’s exactly why you need to use it, honey, because about thirty seconds before you knocked, i was topless and don’t really want just anyone seeing my boobs,” immediately his cheeks started to turn red and you cackle, “almost a year and you’re still so easy to make squirm.”

“y/n,” he pouts as you pat his cheek before moving past him to grab a towel off of your bed, “you’re leaving? now? but i just got back.”

“you’re the one who decided to go and work out with my brother, on my birthday might i add, and left me alone all morning. now, i’m going down to the pool, but you’re free to join,” you shrug as you go to the door, but he stops you.

“hey, you weren’t alone. you had your mom and kennedy-”

“would’ve been nicer if it was you though. might have had plans that involved me, you and the shower but i guess that we’ll never know,” you let out an overdramatized sigh as his face falls and you take that as your queue to leave, knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

“look at the birthday girl,” cutter calls, already bobbing in the pool as you walk through the open back door, “sorry i stole your man this morning. had to get a workout in before the celebration tonight. 21 is a big number and we probably won’t feel like it tomorrow.”

“i wasn’t born yesterday, cutter. i know what you did, you know what you did, but it’s fine,” you drop your towel onto your favorite lounger and push your sunglasses off of your head down to cover your eyes, “he still sleeps in my bed at night.”

“you-”

“cannonball!”

a shout interrupted what was surely about to turn into an argument between the two of you and you watch as rutger runs across the backyard and dives into the pool, blissfully unaware of what he had just ended with a gigantic splash.

or maybe he did.

“my bad, y/n,” he calls, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he breaks through the surface of the water. “didn’t mean to get you wet.”

you click your tongue, knowing full well that he had caught onto the little game that you were playing with him. before you could come up with a smart remark, he wraps cutter in a headlock and they start to wrestle in the middle of the pool just like the buddies they were. it was nice to see them like that, not cutter being too protective over you or rutger being too scared to even hold your hand in front of your brother sometimes, just friends. old teammates with history.

you watch them for a little while, before a light bulb goes off in your head and you clear your throat,

“rut, baby,” you call out as you start to loosen the tie on your bikini top, quickly lifting your arm to catch it before it slips too far, “can you do my sunscreen? or at least just get my back? i can’t reach it all the way and i don’t want to be burnt in pictures.”

the pout you send in his direction makes it hard for him to say know and through the dark lenses of your sunglasses, you watch cutter roll his eyes as your boyfriend clears his throat, “yeah, y/n. gimme a sec.”

“i wish that i never would’ve introduced you two,” cutter grunts as rutger slowly makes his way out of the pool, not so subtly adjusting himself as he makes his way over to your lounger, “or allowed you to date, matter of fact.”

“allowed? cutter, i’m older than you. i don’t need your permission for who i date,” you roll your eyes, sending a rutger a smile dipped in faux sweetness as he sits on the end of your chair. “besides, technically you didn’t introduce us. your boy slid in my dms.”

“you did what, mcgroarty?”

“she’s lying, cut. i wouldn’t- jesus christ, y/n,” his voice drops to a whisper that only you could hear as you undo the other string of your top and move it to the side, covering your chest with your arm. you spare him a glance over your shoulder and find him practically shaking at the sight, “it’s like you want to get me killed.”

“me? i would never, baby,” you reach out to pat his thigh, “i just asked you to apply sunscreen and now you’re blushing, you idiot. i’m innocent.”

“innocent my ass,” he scoffs, ignoring cutters warnings of keeping it pg as you hear the tube cap pop. you jump as the cool cream touches your left shoulder, “how am i supposed to survive the next week? genuine question.”

“if this is getting you so stirred up, you’re going to be miserable at dinner tonight.”

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Better ₊ ˚ ✧ It's cruel how easily you fit together. You have a sea of options out there, and yet only Bob Floyd's lips fit against yours so flawlessly. Only your backseater smells of suede and jasmine because he can't stay out of that Polo Blue cologne to save his life. The hand that curls around your cheek feels as if it belongs there. This is how things always should have been. AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Cinnamon, Coffee & Vanilla ₊ ˚ ✧ You’d figured you would be able to smell him by now. Truly deduce whether or not he’s an alpha, beta, omega, or something in between the lines, but even as you breathe in, you can’t catch a damn thing. AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Don't tell me your secrets ₊ ˚ ✧ "Are you expecting me to jump for joy after you don't contact me for eleven years?" It shoots out of your mouth before you can stop it, "roll out the red carpet and pray you don't turn around and ghost me for a second time?" AO3 ♡ Tumblr

If You'll Have Me ₊ ˚ ✧ If anyone were to walk in right now, you fear they might just faint from the sight of the Kingdom's beloved heir to the throne being dicked down within an inch of their life. AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Ma'am ₊ ˚ ✧ You shouldn't be standing here and just...watching, but you can't help yourself. Who knew such a shy little thing could make such noises as these?  AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Moonshine Rain ₊ ˚ ✧ What are you so upset about? Is it because of what happened on that lonely little night? The crippling silence that comes with being separated? Is it the overwhelming reality that your heart has chosen to long for a man that the Navy says you can't have? AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Paper Airplane ₊ ˚ ✧ Careful, you bend over the counter, resting your head in folded arms, "do your worst, Admiral." A switch flips, eyes darkening as his face hardens once more. Big hands take hold of your hips when he steps behind you, yanking you backward until your ass is pressed directly against him, "do my worst, huh?" AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Polaroid ₊ ˚ ✧ "I'm not jealous," sharp teeth nip at the shell of your ear, his hot breath tickling the skin there, "I'm being perfectly reasonable." Because being reasonable involves him bending you over Maverick's motorcycle. AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Rocking Chair ₊ ˚ ✧ Just you, him, and this old rocking chair, like always.  AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Santa Dress ₊ ˚ ✧ "Who knew I was comin' home just to find you in the tiniest little dress I've ever seen." AO3 ♡ Tumblr

One More Time ₊ ˚ ✧ "Cum one more time for me; come on, I know you’ve got it in you." AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Wolfish ₊ ˚ ✧ You can't seem to keep your hands off each other today. AO3 ♡ Tumblr

You Problem ₊ ˚ ✧ The breaths gracing your ear are becoming heavier, the only indication of how you're affecting him, "Sweetie..." daring teeth bite at the shell, "you're gettin' me, ah, all riled up for nothin'." Not missing a beat, you lean your head forward, freeing yourself of those devilish nibbles, "that sounds like a you problem." AO3 ♡ Tumblr

Edits

₊ ˚ ✧ Every time Robert “Bob” Floyd is on screen

₊ ˚ ✧ The Mockingbird & The Crow

Moodboards

₊ ˚ ✧ Forbidden things have a secret charm

₊ ˚ ✧ Lewis Pullman as Colors of the Rainbow: Green

₊ ˚ ✧ Lewis Pullman as Colors of the Rainbow: Yellow

Warmups

₊ ˚ ✧ Hot Air Balloon

₊ ˚ ✧ How They Like To Cuddle

₊ ˚ ✧ How They Like To Kiss You

₊ ˚ ✧ Something in the rain

₊ ˚ ✧ The Little Things They Do When Dating You

₊ ˚ ✧ What it feels like to date Bob Floyd, but it's described using specific experiences.

₊ ˚ ✧ Winding Bob up in public

[4jax4jax]

Conductor

Sub Ajax Petropolus x Dom reader

Summary: You catch Ajax red handed, and demand he continues.

Warnings: M x F, male masturbation, degradation, voyeurism. 

Word Count: 1.3K

“Wait- Please.. I’m sorry.”

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to run errands with Ajax. Despite the fact that he followed you and clung to you like a lost puppy, he occasionally let you go somewhere without him. 

So it wasn’t anything foreign when you mentioned you were going out for a few things and offered to take him, in which Ajax politely declined. 

But what you hadn’t been expecting was arriving back home and finding your boyfriend in your bedroom thrusting into his very own fist, whimpering and moaning the way he always did.

Maybe he wanted you to catch him, why else would he leave your door wide open? It was hard to read your expression. He didn’t know if you were upset, happy, or betrayed, you just slowly walked around the room in silence. 

It intimidated him more than any reaction you could’ve possibly given him. Yes, he wanted to be caught, but no, you weren’t giving him the reaction he wanted. He wanted you to yell at him, scold him for being disobedient.

But instead when you finally chose to spoke, your tone was calm as you turned to look at him. 

“If it was that much of a struggle to wait for me, show me how hard it was.”

His eyebrows furrowed and he suddenly felt small, ashamed, maybe. You could see his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed in fear. “W-What..?”

You scoffed at that, accompanying it with an eye roll. 

“Come on now, Ajax. I know you know better than to be bad like this and pretend like you didn’t hear me.” 

He swallowed again and looked up at you with pleading eyes, the embarrassment was far too much for him, and he felt miles inferior as his eyes met with yours. 

And still, he wants to be good for you. Like second nature he wanted nothing more than to obey you and do whatever you asked of him. So with that, you watch in fascination as he begins to slowly stroke himself.

He let out a low groan at the feeling but abruptly stopped when you strutted over to the bed and sat down across from him. 

“Don’t let me stop you, sweetheart, just need a better look.”

Ajax nods and takes a wavering breath before his hips gently began thrusting into his tight hold. He was less tentative this time around, maybe it was fueled by the intimidation he felt as he was practically swallowed by your gaze. 

He threw his head back in a moan, cursing under his breath and twisting his wrist, just like you do. You can’t help but wonder, “What do you think about, when you think of me like this?”. 

A whimper, is what you’re met with, as if your words had brought all of those thoughts back to him. He shook his head and lifted his hips faster to fuck his fist. 

“F-Fuck.. so much. Think about how good you taste, how warm you are around me a-and how well you always take care of m-”

He’s cut off by a whine. Even when you’re not doing anything to him, just the simple thought of it absolutely destroys him. His hips stutter in exhaustion, so he opts for letting his hand do the work. 

Ajax looked up at you with hooded eyes, biting his lip in arousal as the wet sound of his hand spreading his pre-cum across his dick seemingly echoed in the quiet room. 

You didn’t look satisfied yet, the blank expression from before still on your face as you watched him. He whimpered at that. He wanted your praise and attention, your validation meant everything to him. 

Ajax was getting desperate, he didn’t do it like you did, you knew that. But giving in wasn’t going to be easy. Like how most things happened, he had to work for it.

He broke the stare when he stroked himself quicker, the small bursts of pleasure wrecking his body. His breathing was labored and his moans sounded broken, he could barely finish one before another ripped through his throat. 

“P-Please just kiss me- please..”

He barely managed to get out. His own voice, his own enemy, as he couldn’t even speak without whining. 

As if by a miracle, you moved yourself closer to him. Instead of sitting across from him you were now sitting by his side, one thigh of yours draped over his, and your hands kept to yourself. It was enough though, as his strokes became longer, more passionate. 

You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, the shiver that ran through his body not going unseen when you so much as just breathed in it. 

“Why’d you do it, baby? How pathetic of you.. Letting yourself get caught fucking your hand, pretending it’s me.” 

Ajax whined at the degradation. Your eyes quickly flashed down to his weeping cockhead, a runner of clear fluid gushing from the tip. He hit his lip to stifle a loud moan, in an attempt to control himself enough to answer you. 

“Just.. Just wanted your attention, wanted to be bad for you, So you’d punish me. ‘m sorry..” 

Breathless would’ve been the best way to describe him. He was embarrassed and ashamed at how much it turned him on when you made him feel this desperate and pathetic. 

A gentle hand reached out and you placed your hand on top of his to still his movements and push it away. You replaced his with yours, your touch nearly causing him to pass out from how lightheaded it made him. 

“Fuck me.. please, I’ll be good I promise..”

You shook your head and began to slowly stroke him. “You’ll cum like this and from this only, understand?”.

Ajax nodded and tried to relax in your hold. But he just couldn’t stop the shaking and shuddering that ran up his spine. The way you’d twist your wrist the way he loved, the way you’d slow your movements when you got to the head, only to rapidly stroke it when you started again. It made him weak, rendered him wrecked.

You lean forward to press wet kisses against his sweaty neck, occasionally licking the salty skin and smiling against it when he would whimper. 

“You wanna cum, baby?” 

“Yes- Yes.. more than anything, please.” 

His cock had become severely heavier in your hands over the last few minutes, begging for release just as he was. You almost took pity on the dark shade of pink it had turned, looking almost painful at this point. 

You reached your free hand to his balls and lightly caressed them, feeling how full they had become. His entire body jolted, having to be told by you to calm down and be a good boy for you. 

With how heavy he felt in both of your hands you couldn’t help but laugh. Your voice was dripping with dominance as you worked him the way he needed. 

“You’re gonna make such a mess, Ajax.” 

The latter whimpered loudly and began to thrust into your hand, and you thankfully allowed it. 

“Please.. please make me cum. I-I can’t hold it, please.”

You smirked and started kissing his neck again, the pleasure felt overwhelming, with both of your hands roughly touching him, and the feeling of your warm lips against his neck was simply too much. You were right, he was going to make a mess.

So it was no surprise when his whimpers picked up in volume and frequency and his body froze as with one final thrust into your hand, he exploded. 

His back arched against the headboard and he just couldn’t keep still as his orgasm tore through him. Cum shot into the air and dripped down his cock, coating your hand in a thick layer of arousal.

“Fuck, thank you thank you thank you..”

You could bet that he’s never cum this much in his life, but you reckon you can always wreck him worse. 

[thatonegirlfromwattpad]

𝙟𝙤𝙚𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 (3.5𝙠 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨)

"𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬"

𝟏𝟖+

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You are staying the night at your best friend Sarah’s house, and you can’t sleep. So, you sneak downstairs to the kitchen for a snack and find that Joel, her father, can’t sleep either. Maybe you could pass the time together?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, sexual content, praise kink, daddy kink, age gap (19/50), best friend's dad, no outbreak, dirty talk, size kink

With a deep sigh, you fling off the covers. 

You had been tossing and turning in the guest bedroom for hours, and staring up at the ceiling wasn’t helping. Insomnia was getting the better of you tonight. A late-night snack was calling your name, making your stomach growl incessantly and pushing sleep further and further away. 

Rubbing your tired eyes, you tiptoe from the bedroom and out into the dark hallway. As you sneak down the stairs carefully, your nipples harden against the silk fabric of your pajama set in the cold temperature of the house. It’s eerily quiet as you reach the first floor, squinting in the darkness as you make your way toward the kitchen. 

The only source of light is just above the stove, illuminating the kitchen in a tiny glow. Approaching the refrigerator, movement out of the corner of your eye makes you jump as your hand flutters to your chest where your heart thrashes rapidly. Sitting at the kitchen table is your best friend’s dad, Joel, sipping on a beer. He looks like he’s had a rough night, but it looks unfairly good on him. His salt and pepper hair is disheveled, and his eyes are weary. 

“You scared me,” you croak faintly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Sorry.”

His voice is gravelly, low.

His dark eyes watch you as he takes another sip, and you don’t miss the way they travel to your attire briefly before flickering back up to meet your gaze. Licking his lips, he gestures toward the seat across from him. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, painfully aware of the way your hardened peaks scrape against the fabric, you take the seat feebly. It’s hard not to notice that he’s wearing grey sweatpants, but you force yourself to look at anything but that. Now was not the time to acknowledge your long-lasting crush on your best friend’s father, especially not in the middle of the night when your body ached for him and the way his facial hair would feel scratching against the skin between your legs. 

Fuck. Focus.

“Can’t sleep?” he asks. 

You nod. “Yeah, you too?”

He hums in agreement.

“I was gonna eat some ice cream,” you say softly. “Do you want some?”

Joel’s throat bobs as he examines you for a moment. “I’m okay.”

Something seems to be troubling him, but you’re not sure what. And you don’t want to risk trying to figure it out because that would mean studying him a little too long, and with the way his earthy brown eyes observe you, he’ll undoubtedly catch your gaze lingering.

With a sheepish, thin-lipped smile, you stand from the seat to approach the fridge once more. Your silk bottoms ride up slightly, but you don’t adjust them because you don’t want to draw attention to them. The cold air nips at the bare skin of your lower ass, but you pretend not to notice as you grab the tub of vanilla ice cream from the freezer. 

He’s probably not looking anyway. 

You make a point not to look up as you pad toward the marble island in the center of the kitchen, whisking a spoon from the drawer before walking back to the table and sitting down. You know your way around their house because you’ve been having sleepovers with Sarah since you were in grade school. This house felt like a second home.

Your eyes don’t glance up at him until you’re sitting down again, and the strained look on his face nearly takes the breath right out of your lungs. He’s gritting his teeth so harshly that the veins in his neck bulge slightly, and he’s holding onto the beer bottle to the point of his knuckles paling. Still, you pretend to be cool about it, popping off the lid of the ice cream and scooping out a bite. 

As you bring the spoon to your lips, you coolly ask, “Are you okay, Mr. Miller?”

“No,” he grumbles. 

Your eyebrows cinch slightly. “What’s wrong?” 

You stick the spoon into your mouth, letting the dessert melt on your tongue before licking your lips to catch any access. You know what you’re doing, but suddenly, you don’t care. 

It’s harmless fun. 

“You.”

The word sears through the echoing silence like thunder, and the butterflies are in an uproar inside of your tummy in a millisecond. Perhaps you’d fallen asleep and this was a dream. There was no way that this was actually happening. 

“Me?” you squeak. 

He leans forward over the table, his eyes darkening. “I can’t sleep. I can't think. Fuck, I can’t even breathe because of you.” 

The spoon is frozen in your fingers as you gawk at him, your lips parted as you struggle to comprehend his words. 

“My own daughter's best friend. How sick does that make me?” he says through his teeth, and you see the turmoil flash in his irises. “How fucked up does it make me to admit that I notice things like your tits beneath that pretty silk shirt or the way your ass was comin’ out of your shorts a second ago? Hmm?” 

A raspy whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it. 

His chest heaves at the sound, and he looks like he wants to come out of the seat and across the table. You wish he would. Clenching your thighs together, you can already feel the slick forming between your legs. 

“Or how I wish that it was my cock between those pink lips instead of that spoon?” he falters. “Huh? What does that make me?” 

The butterflies spiral to your core at his brazen words, and your cheeks flush a deep crimson. His eyes immediately dart to the blush dancing along your features. 

“Please.”

Your voice is weak, barely audible, but he hears it. His features soften for a moment like he is shocked that the word tumbled through your lips. It was wrong. This was Sarah’s dad. He was much older than you. But you couldn’t stop it—you needed it. 

You needed him. 

“Please what?” Joel whispers. 

You set the spoon down on the table. “Touch me.” 

There’s a brief, passing gaze between the two of you, a silent confirmation before he’s standing up swiftly—nudging the table with his large thighs as he comes around toward you. The legs squeak against the floor as it wobbles from his momentum, but you don’t have a second to spare caring about it as he smashes his lips down onto yours. His beard burns your skin as it rubs against you. His fingers knit in your hair, cupping your jaw as he pulls you up from the seat. His mouth is frantic against yours, and he tastes like beer. The potent flavor swirls on your tongue, making your knees wobble as you lean into him. 

Sliding the ice cream out of the way, he hooks his hands underneath your thighs, hoisting you up onto the kitchen table as he perches himself between your legs. 

“Fuckin’ teasin’ me on purpose,” he growls into the kiss. “Weren’t you, baby girl?” 

The pet name makes you moan, and he swallows it with ease as his tongue dips between your lips. His fingers dig into your waist after you don’t respond, pressing his erection against your core as he pulls away from you faintly. 

“Use your words.” 

“Yes,” you rasp, and you didn’t even realize you were fisting his shirt until now. “I was teasing you.” 

“Not just tonight,” Joel pants, loosening his grip as his finger trails up your arm. He flings the straps of your silk top off of your shoulder before he looks up at you through his lashes. “But all the time. You’re always teasin’ me. Always pushin’ it. You think I don’t see the way you look at me? Like you’re beggin’ me to fuck you?” 

You shudder from his words, and goosebumps raise along your skin as he traces your collarbone with his calloused finger. Your nipples are aching, and the pressure between your legs is insufferable at this point. He’s teasing you. You want his fingers all over you, and he knows it. 

You don’t answer him quickly enough, but how can you? Your brain can’t form a single coherent thought under his heavy-lidded gaze. This doesn’t stop him from wrapping his fingers around your throat and applying the faintest amount of pressure as he lowers his face to yours. Pecking your lips. 

“Say it,” he orders. 

“I look at you—” you pause, groaning as he squeezes again. “Like I’m begging you to fuck me.” 

His thumb slides down the base of your throat. “And is that what you want? For me to fuck you?” 

You nod, swallowing against his grip. 

Tugging you toward him by the hold on your throat, his breath fans across your face as he says, “If I have to tell you to use your words again, I’m goin’ to bend you over my knee and spank your ass until it’s the same shade as your cheeks.” 

And something about the delicious warning makes a flame ignite inside of you. Warmth pools in your stomach and your fingers wrap around his wrist as you bat your lashes at him. 

“I want you to fuck me, Joel.” 

A breathy sigh escapes from his lips as his eyebrows knit. The sound is like heaven to your ears, and you clench your legs together around his waist in response. 

He releases your throat as he yanks the rest of your top down, and his brown eyes gaze down at your exposed chest before he glides his thumbs along your pebbled peaks. The moan that whooshes through your full lips is desperate as you arch into him, letting your head fall back as he kneads your breasts gently. He ogles you like you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. 

“Yeah?” he breathes, leaning down to press his lips against your chest. “You want Daddy’s cock inside of you?” 

Holy shit.

Your fingers thread into his hair as you shiver. “Please.” 

He takes one of your nipples in his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard bud. The sensation makes you roll your hips into him, searching for the friction to ease the ache between your thighs. You don’t care how eager you seem. 

He presses a firm hand against your chest, suddenly pushing you down until you’re lying flat on top of the kitchen table. He towers over you as his dark eyes narrow faintly. 

“You’re goin’ to have to do more beggin’ than that.” 

“Anything you want, Daddy.” 

The nickname makes him groan, and his eyes flicker to the tub of ice cream as they light up faintly. The corner of his lip twitches as he grabs it, shoving the spoon in and scooping out a tiny amount. 

“I think I will have some ice cream, actually,” he says.

And then he glides the freezing spoon down your chest, turning it over slowly as he smears the ice cream along your nipple, making you writhe underneath him with a tiny yelp. Your hands grip the edge of the table until your knuckles are white as you gape up at him, your jaw slack. Chills encapsulate your entire body, but only for a moment, before his mouth comes down on your breast again. He sucks the ice cream from your nipple, and the warmth of his mouth is a stark contrast to the icy gelato. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whimper. “Please.” 

His mouth releases your nipple with a tiny pop. “Come on, baby. You can do better than that.” 

Your breath hitches as he covers your other hardened bud with ice cream, and you buck your hips as he tastes you again. His torso feels too good against your throbbing clit, and you release the table to run your hands across his broad shoulders. You don’t stop until you’re gripping his hair once more, guiding him as he suckles you. 

“Please, Daddy,” you plead urgently. “I need more.” 

“Tell me what you need.” 

This man was going to be the death of you. 

Growing impatient, you whine in frustration. “I want you to touch me, please.” 

He smirks. He’s got you right where he wants you. 

“Yeah?” he mocks. “Show me where.” 

He’s teasing you now. 

And you can’t take it anymore. Grabbing one of his hands, you growl feebly as you slide it down your stomach. Your body rolls with the contact, and a strangled gasp leaves your lips when his fingers brush over your center. You clench around nothing. 

“Ahhh,” he drawls out. His thumb presses against your clit through your silk shorts. “Here?” 

You nod frantically. 

You’re practically bursting from the seams as he yanks your shorts down your legs, tugging them from your ankles as he tosses them aside. His eyes scrutinize the thin, lace panties you wore underneath as he presses his tongue to his cheek. His fingers caress your calf, trailing up your leg, until he brushes them against your damp panties. Like he’s memorizing you. Storing it for later. 

But you don’t have time for that. You want him now. You ache for him. You burn. Your skin beads with sweat from the anticipation. 

So you buck your hips into his hand for more pressure. 

“If you behave,” he tsks. “I might just give you what you want. But if you keep bein’ a brat, I’ll send you to bed just like this. I won’t let you come.” 

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” Your voice breaks. “I won’t do it again. Please. Please make me come.” 

His hands find your waist, squeezing softly as he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your stomach. “Good girl.” 

His skilled fingers slide underneath your panties, whisking them to the side without hesitation as he brings his mouth down on your clit. You jolt from the contact, moaning loudly just before he brings his hand up and stuffs his fingers in your mouth. Quieting you. You groan around them and he pushes them further down your throat, gagging you. 

“You want to wake up Sarah?” he hisses, pulling away. “Want your best friend to come down here and see you fuckin’ her dad? Huh?” 

You shake your head, whimpering softly. The sound is muffled by his fingers. 

“Then be quiet.” 

Pulling his fingers from your lips, he brought them to your entrance and plunged them inside of you as his tongue came down on your swollen clit. You held your breath to keep from crying out, gripping the table once more for leverage as he pumped his fingers into you at a fast pace. Just when you thought you couldn’t handle anymore, they curled slightly, hitting the sweet spot inside of you and making you pulse around him. He was devouring you like a last meal; his beard and nose creating an addicting friction that you knew you would never be able to shake after this. 

Your thighs clench around him unwillingly as the coil tightens inside of you, your breathing hitches and your heart thrashes against your chest as your orgasm threatens to explode at any second. 

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ come,” Joel warns, withdrawing his fingers as he stands. “Not yet.” 

He whisks his shirt from his body, and you know you’re fucked. The sight of his broad chest and shoulders could make you come on their own, and you can feel your slick dripping down onto the table as you bite your lip—peeking up at him. 

His brown eyes have hunger weaved behind his irises as he looks down at you, and he swallows thickly as he stares at your lip lodged between your teeth. In one swift movement, he’s leaning down, tugging the lip free with his thumb as he smashes his lips into yours. A low groan reverberates through his chest, vibrating against your own as he presses himself between your legs. The skin-to-skin contact has you melting underneath him. 

He’s so warm. So burly. 

“I have to grab a condom from upstairs,” he mutters against your mouth. 

You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck so that he can’t leave. Your fingers knot in his hair at the nape of his neck, and he pulls away slightly to gaze down at you. 

“I’m on birth control,” you whisper. “I’m...clean.” 

“Baby girl,” he groans. “I get to fuck you raw?”

You nod. 

His face buries in your neck as he peppers kisses against your skin. His beard tickles, making chills roll down your spine, straight down to your core. As you grind into him, a growl escapes his mouth as he tugs his sweats down his hips. You can feel his erection press against your center, and your mind whirls as you whine with need. 

It feels huge.

Peeking down between the both of you, your eyes widen at the sight of his cock. He’s the biggest you’ve ever seen. The tip glistens with precum, and he’s already throbbing as he brushes against you. 

“You can take it.”

You snap your head up to see him watching you, and his dark eyes are warm now as he reassures you. He presses a slow kiss to your swollen lips before he grabs his cock, lining it up with your entrance as his other hand brushes your hair from your face. 

“Is it gonna fit?” you rasp nervously. 

“I’ll make it fit.”

His words make you whimper, which quickly turns into a choked moan as he presses himself inside of you. The initial sting of him stretching you out makes you clench tighter around him, and you grasp his forearms between your fingers as you peer up at him. His eyebrows cinch as he pushes in further. 

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Joel pants.

“You’re so big,” you mewl. “More, Daddy. Please. Give it to me.”

The encouragement makes him moan, and it’s like music to your ears. He doesn’t hesitate to thrust the rest of his cock inside of you, his hand covering your mouth as you cry out. It stings, but it quickly turns into pleasure as he kisses down your chest. Tiny, feathery kisses. 

“You okay?” he asks. 

You nod meekly. “Fuck me, Joel.” 

His hand trails down to fist the top that is still cinched around your waist in his fingers, giving him the leverage he needs to start pounding into you at a delicious pace. 

“My needy fuckin’ girl.”

The table shakes as he thrusts into you, his breath coming out in staccato pants. You growl quietly to keep from moaning too loud, but it’s almost impossible. Biting down on your lip so hard that you’re sure it might bleed, your breath halts in your throat to stall the wail that beckons to leave your mouth. You don’t realize that your eyes are squeezed shut until he grips your chin harshly, and your eyes flash open to see his darkening stare. 

“Don’t close your eyes, baby,” he orders through his teeth. “Look at me. I want you to watch me. Don’t fuckin’ look away.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you gasp. 

Your cunt pulsates around him as he slams harder into you, and you know that you won’t be able to hold out for much longer. From the way his cock twitches each time you clench, he’s not far behind you either. You can’t help it, he’s hitting spots inside of you that have never been reached before. 

The sound of skin against skin fills the kitchen, and you can hear just how wet you are each time he pulls out fully before slamming back in. 

“I can feel this pretty pussy gettin’ tighter,” Joel breathes, his heavy-lidded gaze only turning you on more. “Milk Daddy’s cock, yeah? Come for me. Come for me while I fill you up.”

His lips collide with yours to swallow your cries as you reach your climax, and he’s cradling you like something that could shatter from the slightest movement as his hips jerk faintly. Stars speckle your vision as the electricity washes over you. Gripping him tightly, your chest heaves against his. His cock twitches as he comes inside of you. 

Your best friend’s dad just gave you an orgasm. 

“Fuck,” he groans tiredly. 

And suddenly, you’re terrified that he regrets the entire thing. 

“Come to bed with me.”

“What?” you squeak. 

He lifts his head to peer at you. “You think I’m just gonna fuck you and send you back to your room? Hell no. You’re sleepin’ in my bed.”

The smile on your lips is permanently etched there for the rest of the night.

[thecoolerlucky]

I Got Roped Into Being A Hero

Chapter 1: Kidnapped by The Hero

Contents (Warnings/Mild spoilers): Introducing Matchbook and how he became a sidekick to one of the strongest hero in the world.

Wordcount: 3,300+

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Some believed everyone's sudden gain in unique powers or features was due to the next step in evolution. Others said it was a crazy attempt at making a zombie apocalypse. The work of gods, a meteor that changed their biology, or the results of a secret alien invasion.

No one really had an answer. As far as everyone knew, it just happened. 

It sent the world into chaos, and it took a long time for it to be calm again. Not that it was without turmoil, but they had systems in place for that. All mighty heroes watching over the cities all over the world, helping take down those that decided to use their powers against the less fortunate like...

"Hey, Match, can you give me a light before you go?" The grungy, pot bellied guy with a toucan head said as he wiggled the cigar in front of him. 

You can't even use them right.

"Sure," Matchbook sighed as he let go of the sandwich shop's back door. The heavy weight of it slammed it shut behind him.

He put his fingers together and in a single snap they created a flame atop his middle finger. He offered it to Little Oscar's cancer stick. 

Little Oscar chortled the best he could and lifted his cigar to meet it. "I get it, you hate me asking." He jested, poking fun at the lad. 

"It's the easiest finger to light," he explained  and saw himself explaining hundreds of more times in the future.

After Little Oscar lit it and nodded gratefully, holding it between his beak, Matchbook left. 

He shook his hand to put out the tiny flame. He couldn't make flames bigger than that of a match hence the nickname he had since elementary school. 

He wasn't as gifted as his parents or sister. His mom was a fire manipulator and conjurer, while his dad could heal from injuries at a near instantaneous rate. And his little sister was a fire breather. 

She created sparks much like their mom, except in her mouth. They learned this when she accidentally sneezed as a kid and set Matchbook on fire. 

On the same day, he learned he was immune to heat, just like his mom and sister.

He kicked up a pebble as he strode the sidewalk. He struck it as much as he could on his way home, avoiding the construction specialist setup repairing a damaged city block from a recent villain attack. Most people didn't have too many powerful abilities, but those that did didn't hesitate to make a mess. 

He lost the poor pebble on the way when he kicked it into the fresh and still drying cement. He picked up his pace after that.

It was a long hour walk before he saw his apartment in the distance. If I still had my bike I'd get home so much faster. He recently lost it during a jelly Villain attack and the collateral claim had yet to go through for a replacement. I should move closer. 

Matchbook worked at that shop for a year and enjoyed the mundane task of making sandwiches. It made it easy and gave him time to think about-

"HEY!" A feminine voice shouted far behind him. 

He thought about looking back until a nearby  RuuMmbBBleEe of the destruction told him to head home instead. He subtly picked up the pace. I'm not getting caught outside during a fight. 

"HEY, SIR!"

Sir. I'm barely 22. He pretended he didn't hear them but they were getting closer. He wasn't good at power walking. I can't break out into a full sprint.

A hand firmly gripped Match's left arm to seize his motion.

Oh great. He turned around, holding a forced friendly half smile like he wasn't trying to ignore them a second ago. 

“Oh sorry, I didn't…” He trailed off. 

She let out an exasperated huff in front of him and hunched over to catch her breath. The parts of her blond bob cut hair that didn’t stick to her face from sweat fell forward as she did. 

It wasn't that hot outside, it was a crisp cool sixty degrees, with a light breeze through the buildings. Has she been chasing me for a while? I didn't hear her. 

His eyes drifted to the notepad in her one hand, and as she lifted her head, she smiled. Her glimmering determination reminded him of his little sister.

“Are you alright?” 

She nodded, stood up straight, and adjusted her white blouse. “Yes, sorry, sir.” Do I really look that old? You look the same age as me!  “I’ve been chasing The Hero around all day, and lost him, have you seen him?” 

“Which one?” He mentally kicked himself when he asked. Why did I ask which one? I hadn’t seen a hero all day. 

She pinched the bridge of her nose and shook her head, “this always happens. Why did he pick such a vapid name?” She removed her hand from her nose, “The Hero is his superhero name.” Matchbook heard the hint of disdain for that hero's name. Although he recognized it, he didn't keep track of any other hero's besides his mother and sister.

She rolled up her sleeves, unintentionally drawing his attention to her forearms. He took note of her muscles. More defined than I ever had. She’s in pretty good shape for a journalist? If that’s what she is.

He guessed by her question and notepad. 

“He's one of the strongest heroes in the world, the one who..." she curled her fist, and much like an elderly man complaining about his lawn, shook it at the sky. "Somehow has a backstory that can’t be traced back past surface level research. A person born with a power like him would have been talked about for years, glorified in the media, but it’s like he appeared out of thin air."

She continued her spiel and Matchbook bobbed his head, trying to think of the best way to get out of this conversation. He didn’t know this woman, he barely said a sentence to her and she explained all the inconsistencies with The Hero’s story. I’m not big into hero scandals. 

Regardless, Matchbook politely replied. "It sounds like you have a vendetta against him." I want to go home and relax, no matter how nice you seem.

"I do." She held up her notepad, "I have been chasing that idiot all over the city! So again, have you-" There was another loud bang, and turning back, the two could see the furrow of smoke not that far away. "seen him…?"

He glanced back at her. She looked ready to run toward it.

She's going to get herself hurt. He tugged her attention back, "I haven't, but by the sounds of it, if you don’t live nearby you should get to a shelter.” He noticed the few people on the streets were doing just that. There wasn't one that far from his apartment.

"No way, it might be linked to the hero!" If she’s willing to run into danger, she probably has a power to back herself up. 

He lifted his hand and the next eruption stole his chance to say goodbye. On the fifth floor, overhead, an object crashed straight through the building and partially into the one next to it. They both instinctually ducked at the noise, Matchbook covered his head and saw whatever the object was, it brought some of the second wall down with it and landed in the alley a little bit further back from where they currently stood. 

The woman’s arm whipped up and grabbed at his shirt. She got him by his uniform and yanked him into her. She threw them both back. Neither of them fell, only stumbled as a few pieces of the apartment came down. They fell into the sidewalk where he once stood, exploding into dust upon impact near his shoes. 

That wouldn’t have been a fun trip to the hospital. 

The streets were empty, everyone either got home or went to a shelter. He looked up, seeing that was his apartment. So, unfortunately, he didn't have a room to hide in. He ran around her, expecting to hear her steps behind him. She didn’t follow.

You gotta be kidding me. “Lady, we should get to a shelter! If there’s a villain we can get hurt!” He wasn’t quite running yet—he was slowly moving toward the direction of the shelter a few blocks away. 

She ignored him. She went toward the alley. What is she doing! 

He followed her. His objective was to pull her like she did him. 

Matchbook barely caught her whisper. “Which hero is that?”

He felt his eyes drawn to the entity standing there. The man was in a luchador wrestling outfit, adorned with a sparkling cape. Though, Matchbook tore his eyes away as it looked very very ‘form fitting’ bright red suit. That's a colorful outfit, he's probably some hero?

The man smiled, leaned at them, and threw himself forward and into the woman. Matchbook couldn’t track the speed he moved. Nor did Match move fast enough to get out of the girl's way when she went to dodge. 

The man got the woman with both of his meaty hands. He squeezed at her waist and she ordered him to let her go. His muscles and body looked to swell the longer he held her. His uniform threatened to tear at the seams.

He cackled as he shook her like a toy. “You're gonna be my little hostage.”

What should I do? I can't fight him, he's huge. He was bigger than most body builders, muscles the size of Matchbook's head. 

When he got close enough to her face, she threw a punch. It connected with his nose, making him coil back and cuss.

She whined as he squeezed tighter. 

He might kill her. Matchbook thought, his heart pounded in his head, along with a giant whistle from farther behind him. What if it's another Villain? He didn't want to turn around and find out. 

I don't know her. He heard the woman whine out again as the man laughed, ignoring Matchbook's pathetic presence completely. 

He threw himself forward, snapping the fingers on his right hand, and moved his tiny flame near the villain's cape. It didn't take long for it to catch fire.

He jumped back and shouted, "OH NO, Your cape's on fire!"

The fire spread faster than Matchbook expected, bringing that man's attention off the woman. She took her opportunity while being dropped to hit the hulking guy with a firm blow to his crotch.

The man hollered, weakly undoing his cape from the ground.

The whistling behind Matchbook got louder, he ran to her and got her arm. “Come on!”

She followed his tugging and the two could hear the villain getting up. “YOU BRATS!” He shouted. 

His feet pounded against the street like he grew with their fear, or at least Matchbooks. 

“TO YOUR RIGHT!” A voice yelled.

They ducked to the left as another being slammed into the paved streets. His palms collided with it first and he ran on his hands for a few extra feet, making humongous hawk wings that protruded from his bare back melted quickly and rejoined his flesh. The helmet clad, muscle ripped individual threw himself up and into a standing position. 

He stood much taller than the average hero, more the size of a villain. He dusted himself off, unscathed after his theatrical landing. He pressed a button on the side of his visor, staring directly at the woman and Matchbook, as them and the Villain were motionless during the escapade. His eyes were a vibrant, shimmering purple with meshes of pink. 

He walked calmly to them.

“Are you two citizens, alright?” His voice carried the same sweet sincerity as a grandmother who happily overfed her grandchildren. 

Match nodded.

"The Hero! I need to talk to you." She declared, forgetting about the trouble behind them. Not that Matchbook was any better.

The villain snapped out of his trance. Matchbook didn’t look back in time for the hunched man to hook his arm around his neck. He brought him up, “you stay back or I’ll kill him,” He flexed his much smaller muscles. Dangled up, unable to move out of fear that the grip would crush his windpipe, he felt small and helpless.

The Hero put up his hands and didn’t move. “Put him down.” He advised, keeping his eyes tracked on Match. I gotta do something.

Matchbook snapped his fingers again and put the flame to the man’s arm. He had never used it against someone like this, but he didn’t see much choice. The man cried out, dropped him, and the Hero snatched Matchbook up and brought him to the woman. 

“Is your throat okay?”

Once Matchbook was safely on the ground, he rubbed it. “I’m okay.” He was lucky the Villain didn’t put too much pressure on it.

The Hero sighed with relief, “good. Now, you two, stay back.” His eyes shifted, though his head barely turned. His pupils looked to expand as they twisted in the villains direction. “I’ll handle the villain.” The tonal shift made him jump.

The Hero’s face rose in a smile, revealing sharp incisors that Match didn’t see before. The wrestler, or villain dressed as one looked thinner. Matchbook didn’t know if it was because he was being compared to the Hero, or because of something with his ability. 

“You destroyed property, attempted robbery, and threatened a civilian’s life.” The Hero’s voice boomed, silencing everyone's hearts and breath. His statement was followed by an air vibrating laughter. 

It knocked the man on his butt. His muscles were reduced so much that he looked like he had been starving for two weeks in the tundra. 

“I’m sorry- I’ll g-go quietly.” 

The Hero grabbed his helmet, he tossed it off. It bounced on the floor like a toy as his own size increased. His white hair flourished in the open. 

“You’ll go quietly?” The Hero mocked as he swayed like a drunkard. 

The fear-stricken villain tried to rise to his feet, he bumbled to stand. 

The Hero stood over him, crouched down to grab him. He got the villain picking him up with one hand, wrapping it around his waist. 

“They’re never quiet.” 

The villain pushed desperately at his hand as the steadily growing Hero brought him close to his head.

Matchbook’s eyes couldn't look away when The Hero's mouth opened wide. It made the villain frantically yell, and it was quickly silenced by The Hero's tongue at his face. It partially coiled around the man's head before bringing him inside his maw.

Matchbook’s mind was blank. He could only watch The Hero swallow down the villain, his throat expanding as he did, and what was left outside flailing helplessly in the air.

The act disturbingly reminded him of a nature film, where a snake slowly, surely, and efficiently gulped down its prey. 

Except this man was very much alive. He kept struggling even though he was pretty much fully inside him. 

Match didn't know how long he watched. It felt prolonged but in reality it took a minute. The last bit of the villain vanished and The Hero exhaled into the air afterward.

The Hero’s previous devilish demeanor dropped and he smiled, childishly. He glanced down at his middle, "Secured.” He said a loud, while his midsection was lively from the movement within it. “Calm down, Villain, I'll take you in soon."

Villains eat people. Not Heroes. Matchbook thought still awestruck by disbelief. 

His shoulders then rose when he saw The Hero was walking to him again.

The woman's voice, slightly perturbed, but determined to talk to him rushed forward, "YOU'RE GOING TO ANSWER MY QUESTIONS THIS TIME!" She bravely stomped to him, disregarding the massive height difference between them now. She barely came up to his knee, if at all. 

She got within a few feet of him, so his stomach wouldn't obscure either of them from seeing the other. How can she even talk to him like that? Did she not see him eat someone? Does she not see the human-like shape inside him?

Matchbook took the opportunity to start walking backward from the madness.

The Hero put up his hands, as if she held power over him and his smile wavered anxiously. “I think you have mistaken me for someone else…” He poked at his stomach, “and even if I was the right one, I need to finish talking to my sidekick and get this criminal to the authorities.” 

“Sidekick?”

The Hero looked over at Matchbook and so did the woman, he froze once they did. Why are they looking at me? Why is The Hero looking at me!

Matchbook hunched inward, afraid of the approach. He stumbled over the curve and The Hero loomed over him. He dropped into a squat, used to the moving weight, and harmlessly smiled at Match. 

They were nearly level with one another—it didn't stop Matchbook's eyes from continuing to trail away from his face. 

“I saw your heroics while I was overhead trying to find this dastardly Villain.” Matchbook didn't need The Hero to gesture anything. “You did great.”

His hand reached out to pat Match’s head. The best he could do was tap it with his finger tips. “Are you another hero’s sidekick in training?”

He heard his question, his attention was too drawn to the woman who willingly tugged at the pant leg of his stretchy costume. Why is she okay with this? It’s not like he hadn’t heard about another person getting eaten but never had he seen it outside of shows. 

“HELLO?” The Hero waved his giant hand before Match’s face. “You didn’t get hurt did you?” 

The concern shoved Matchbook from his thoughts. “N-no.” His brain processed everything that had been said. “To both questions.” 

The Hero’s hands slammed onto the ground, eagerly. “That’s perfect!” His hand came up and grabbed Matchbook before he could react. “I’m in desperate need of a new sidekick!” The Hero, leaving little room for Match to rebuttal, threw him over his shoulder and held his hand over him securely. 

What is he doing?! Matchbook could barely wheeze out a, “huh,” as the ground was farther from him. 

“Don’t you dare run off again!” She said, as The Hero hunched back down, his body tensing as he did. 

“Now, citizen, please stand back.” 

The Hero nudged her with his leg and she complained further. “Quit it!” 

Matchbook’s vocabulary returned, “Hold on, I didn’t agree to be your-” The next thing he knew, the air was knocked out of him as they shot upward. Matchbook couldn’t hold in his scream as the contents of his lunch threatened to come back up.

He sealed his lips, still held and feeling the incredible force against his body. His eyes, barely open, saw the beautiful city they flew over. Something he would have admired if he was looking at it through a computer screen on the GROUND. 

He squeezed his eyes shut tight, clutching as hard as he could into The Hero’s flesh. Please, please, PLEASE put me down nicely!

The wind whistling fast past his eardrums slowly dissipated and he finally heard The Hero’s voice. “Whoops, I overshot the docks again!” 

He opened his eyes, squinting, as they were across the water. The docks were in the distance and they were flying much slower now.

“Just fly us back there! You have wings!” Matchbook whimpered, still clutching what he could.

The Hero laughed, “Ha, you’re right!” Then the force shifted and Matchbook felt his body being pulled upward, away from him as they were falling. “How do I do that again?”

“WHAT!” Matchbook shouted. They were rapidly approaching the water.

The Hero twisted himself and Matchbook in the air, He swung Matchbook in front of him, pushed him with whatever force he could, and got his back ready to strike the water. 

And the last thing Match saw before they struck was The Hero mouthing the word, ‘sorry’.

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I Got Roped Into Being A Hero!

[himeofshyness]

Summary: Just my Farmer Aleia, fishing on the beach and is accompanied by her husband, Sebastian. They spend a peaceful moment together on the dock.

The sun was setting over the ocean, casting a warm golden hue on the water and the soft sands of the beach. Aleia, a farmer who had traded her plow for a fishing rod, was settled on the dock, her line cast out into the gently lapping waves.

Beside her, her husband Sebastian reclined lazily on a weathered wooden bench, enjoying the sound of the waves and the salty sea breeze. He smiled as he watched his wife concentrate on her fishing, enjoying the peaceful moment together in the beautiful setting.

Aleia felt Sebastian's gaze on her and glanced over at him with a smile. "I can't concentrate with you staring at me like that." she teased, but there was no annoyance in her voice, only affection.

Sebastian chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "I can't help it." he said. "You look lovely in the sunlight, and I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be than here with you."

Aleia blushed at his words, feeling a flutter in her heart. "You're such a flirt." she said, but there was no hiding the happiness in her tone.

"And you love it." Sebastian replied, winking at her. He shifted closer to her, leaning on the dock rail, and put his arm around her shoulders. "Any luck with the fishing yet?", he asked as he nuzzled her hair gently, inhaling her familiar scent.

Aleia leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms. "Not yet." she said, sighing contentedly. "But I have a feeling the bite is coming soon."

They sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, watching the lazy patterns of the waves and the last rays of the setting sun. Then suddenly, Aleia's line jerked, and she tensed up in excitement.

"I've got something!" she exclaimed, her eyes fixed on the bobbing line. "I think it's a big one!"

Sebastian leaned closer, resting his chin on her shoulder as they both watched the line. "Come on, you can do it." he whispered encouragingly, his breath warm on her ear.

Aleia gritted her teeth and pulled back on the line, trying to reel in the catch. The fish fought hard, pulling against the line and making it difficult to bring it in. "It's strong!" she gasped, putting all her strength into the battle.

"You've got it." Sebastian encouraged, his arm tightening around her in support. "Keep going, you're almost there."

With one more mighty tug, Aleia managed to bring the fish up out of the water, holding it up triumphantly. It was a large, feisty-looking tuna, its scales glistening in the fading sunlight.

Sebastian let out a whistle of appreciation. "Wow, that's a whopper!" he said, admiring the fish. "Looks like we're having a nice dinner tonight."

Aleia beamed, feeling a sense of pride in her catch. "I told you I could do it." she said, smiling at Sebastian.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I never doubted you for a second." he said, kissing her forehead.

They stayed on the dock for a little while longer, watching the sun dip below the horizon and the stars begin to twinkle above them. Aleia leaned against Sebastian's chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

They were content to simply be in each other's company, sharing the peace and tranquility of the moment as the waves gently lapped at the shore.

Hours passed, Aleia and Sebastian packed up their fishing gear and made their way back to their farm, still holding hands. As they approached the house, they could hear the sounds of their two kids playing in the fields.

The sun had set completely by now, and the stars shone brightly overhead as they walked towards the house. As they got closer, their kids spotted them and ran over to greet them, excited for their return.

Aleia scooped up her son and swung him around, while Sebastian lifted their daughter up in his arms. The kids chattered excitedly about their day, telling their parents all about what they had done while they were gone.

As Aleia listened to her children's stories, she couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and gratitude. She looked over at Sebastian, who was listening to their son with a smile on his face, and she knew that she had everything she needed right here, on their small but cozy farm.

[mj2606k]

I Have Crossed the Stars to Find You

Book One, Chapter 3 - Hì’i yayo

Na’vi is written in italic blue and the translations are right after in (italic).

Hì'i yayo - Little bird

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This story (all books, any number of chapters) will contain things like death, pregnancy, smut, gore, anxiety, birth, violence, anxiety, etc. I will do my best to add in individual trigger warnings where they are necessary for chapters.

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Rose

As the taller male Na'vi of the two pulled me back from the cliff, I was almost convinced for just a second that he was going to let me go back to the base. But all hope of that vanished as I watched the other male Na'vi, the one who had pinned me to the tree with a knife to my spine, rode through the trees over to us on his direhorse.

The two of them exchanged a short conversation in which I could only pick out a few random words that didn't actually clue me in into what was going on, though as the male on the direhorse trotted closer to us and reached a hand down towards me, the male still holding me by my waist made a low hissing sound and stepped the two of us backwards out of the other male's reach. "Kehe. Toruk Macto munge po. (No. Toruk Macto brings her.)" We both look at him strangely for a moment before the male on the direhorse just nods curtly and leads the rest of the hunters off in the direction I had been going earlier, the other male staying with me and making a high-pitched clicking noise until one of the ikran show up.

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Jake

I watch Tsu'tey lead the others back home, not taking my eyes off them until they're completely out of my sight. Once they're gone, I look down at the girl, doing my best at a reassuring smile, "Trust me, okay?" I speak quietly, almost as if she'll be scared off if I'm any louder. She hesitates for a long moment before nodding slowly, just staring at me as I form tsaheylu with my ikran before carefully lifting her up onto his back and making sure she's steady before climbing on in front of her. She freezes up slightly and I chuckle lowly, reaching back and gently patting the side of her thigh in a reassuring manner, "Mawey, hì'i yayo. (Calm, little bird.)" I remind her, looking at her over my shoulder. I watch her nod again before she looks down at the ikran then at her hands, before her eyes travel up to meet mine. Understanding what she's silently asking, I reach back with my hands and gently wrap her arms around my waist before bringing my own hands back in front of myself. "Alaksi. (Ready.)" She says, gently patting my abdomen with one of her hands to get the point across. I speak to Bob through my mind, Take us home, buddy, and he starts flying back to the Tree of Souls.

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As soon as we land at the Tree of Souls and the people catch sight of the girl riding with me, the crowd goes into a quiet uproar of questions, both insulting and genuine. I let her unlatch her arms from around my waist before sliding off of the ikran, smoothing down his queue to calm him before looking up at her where she's still perched on his back. "I have to go discuss with the leaders about you, stay here. His name is Bob, he'll keep people from bothering you until I come back, alright?" I speak quietly to her still, gently patting her thigh like earlier when she nods in affirmation and gently pets Bob, I chuckle quietly as I hear her begin to speak to him quietly in Na'vi while I walk carefully through the crowd of my fellow Omaticaya people until I get to the center where the Olo'eyktan (Tsu'tey), Tsahìk (Neytiri), and the former Tsahìk (Mo'at) all stand, watching me and the girl on my ikran.

"What is the meaning of this, Jakesully?" Mo'at asks, Neytiri just studying the girl from afar as Tsu'tey murmurs to her quietly, undoubtedly telling her about how I acted in the forest. "She is a uniltìranyu (dreamwalker), as I once was. She means no harm and I could not just leave her in the forest alone at night, she would not survive." I explain, Neytiri quietly translating what I said to her mother. The three of them think over what I said before Neytiri steps forward slightly, "Bring her here." Nodding quickly, I speedwalk back over to Bob and carefully help the girl down, speaking quietly in her ear as I do so. "Stay close, hì'i yayo." She doesn't say anything back but as we begin walking towards the leaders again, though she does gently grab onto one of my hands.

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Rose

As I'm walked through the crowd, I can feel the eyes of every Omaticaya person on me, some even trying to reach out and touch me, though when the male notices he hisses at the few that try and the attempts quickly stop. We stop in front of three people, the guy from earlier on the direhorse, a woman dressed similarly to him, and an older woman standing next to the younger one. "What is your name?" The younger woman asks as she walks forward and begins walking around me in circles, gently inspecting my arms, tail, and face. "Rose. Rose Augustine." I reply, my tail lashing anxiously behind me as I watch her go back over to stand with the other man and woman, not noticing how the man who had brought me here is now staring at me with a near-shocked expression. "Do you know Grace Augustine?" The older woman asks, and I nod with a sad smile, "she was my mother."

There are a few quiet gasps that circulate around the crowd, as well as one from the man still standing next to me and the younger woman in front of me. The four of them begin speaking to each other solely in Na'vi, meaning I can only understand parts of it again, but they speak it too fast for me to pick up on what's being said. I just remain next to the man and look around me, gazing up at the glowing purple tree in awe, not noticing how my tail has started to loosely loop around the man's leg causing him to momentarily stutter over his Na'vi before continuing on.

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The Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk decided that I could stay with the clan and Jake Sully, the man who had brought me to the Tree of Souls, would be the one to teach me their ways as he had been in my position no less than five years ago.