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Ebb & Flow ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌₊ ⊹

╰ rafayel⌇fem!reader

╰ 18+ sexual content. unprotected sex/he filling u up. p in the v. oral; ꒰f&m receiving꒱ fingering. spoilers to myths. fishie whimpers a lot. scale play. u both like to submit. he a good boi.

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On the rare and mystical Ebb Day, when the tides unveil the secrets of the deep, creatures from the ocean’s depths are carried ashore. Once upon a time, a sailor embarked on this extraordinary day and came upon an injured mermaid amidst the waves. With a voice as enchanting as the sea itself, she pleaded for her freedom, promising her most cherished treasure in return. As their eyes met and their worlds intertwined, a bond formed, weaving a tale of love and unity. The sailor and mermaid, drawn together by fate and the oceans whisper—lived happily ever after.

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Rafayel’s moods were something you’d grown used to—his artistry matched only by the drama he could conjure. Yet today, even that familiar spectacle felt off-kilter. You woke to the sound of his ringtone, his usually vibrant voice laced with a heaviness that set alarms off in your mind; a weight that prompted you to rush over the moment he suggested a walk.

In less than an hour, he was already whining about the air being inexplicably sticky— “how do you guys even breathe?” he grumbled, pivoting to head home, seemingly indifferent to whether you chose to follow him or not. Once home, he had the nerve to tell you to see yourself out, especially after you had dashed over just because he sounded upset.

You were near the door, tossing a cutting remark over your shoulder, when he collapsed. There was an audible thud as he hit the floor. Part of you wondered if this was just another act in his dramatic reserve—but the feverish heat radiating from his skin told a different story. Concern swallowed your annoyance, fueling a desire to stay and see him through the night. Despite his initial protests, he eventually surrendered with a grumble about how your lingering presence would be your own regret. With that settled, you fetched him a glass of water, returning to find him asleep, sitting upright on the couch.

As you were setting the water down on the coffee table, a glimmer caught your eye—something shimmering softly on his face. You leaned in to discover a scattering of delicate, iridescent flakes adorning his cheeks and neck, trailing beneath the open collar of his shirt. Unable to resist, you reached out to touch them, settling beside him on the couch. The texture beneath your fingertips was astonishingly silky—almost ethereal. Gently, you traced one, barely grazing his skin as a realization dawned. “Scales…” The word slipped from you in a breathless whisper as you prodded one delicately, prompting a sudden, soft murmur from Rafayel that nearly startled you off the couch. He shifted slightly, but remained fast asleep. You knew you should stop, but the bright scales seemed to draw your fingers back, their allure irresistible.

Growing bolder, you applied a touch more pressure to fully feel their texture. his response was immediate—a low, almost decadent groan that took your breath away. Maintaining the pressure, you swiped your thumb across, eliciting a soft whimper that sent a jolt of arousal through you. You couldn’t resist the urge to repeat the motion–craving that sound again. But his hand caught your wrist. “On any other day, you wouldn’t be able to get close enough to touch me like that,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. His gaze was icy, almost mistrustful—a look you had never seen before, and it cut deeper than you’d expected.

“Are they scales?” you asked softly. Rafayel couldn’t shake the irritation that welled up upon awakening to your touch.

From the moment he had encountered this version of you, the bond between you two ensnared him effortlessly. And it didn’t surprise him in the least how much he enjoyed your company, just as he had in every lifetime.

Yet, he remained guarded, unable to fully open his heart. The memory of your past betrayal still stung—a persistent thorn despite the passage of time. And having you close on this day, of all days, was a decision he was already regretting. Your fingers brushing against his sensitive scales brought an unsettling familiarity, too reminiscent of a memory he preferred to keep hidden. Although he knew you didn’t mean to exploit his vulnerability, the resemblance to those past wounds was much too striking.

He was painfully aware of his behavior—his irritation with you evident in his expression and the underlying anger coloring his voice, but he just couldn't help it. “Shocking, isn’t it? All those stories about the Lemurians? They aren’t just fairy tales,” he remarked.

To your surprise, his revelation didn’t shock you. Instead, it felt like a dormant truth that had been whispered to your soul all along. "I thought Lemuria disappeared thousands of years ago,” you said softly. Rafayel's voice was still cold, but the edge had softened a bit as he looked away. “Think of me as a lost pearl that washed up on the beach,” he murmured, each word carrying the weight of unhealed scars and unspoken secrets.

You nodded, accepting his words as a spark of curiosity ignited within you. “So… Do you have a tail, then?” you asked, intrigued. His mesmerizing eyes locked onto yours. “Yup. Whenever I cry, my tears transform into shimmering pearls. A single song from my lips can doom anyone who hears it. And those scales you touched? They’re the sharpest weapons in the world.”

You stared in disbelief as a note of mockery crept into his expression. With a derisive snort, he turned away. “Cool. So now you’re mocking me,” you said with a smirk, reaching out to poke one of his scales playfully, only to have your hand caught in a firm grip.

“Touching me wherever is rude, stop it,” he admonished. Undeterred, you tickled a scale on the hand holding yours, making him squirm. “I see, I see. So Lemurians truly are ticklish,” you teased. “And humans truly are greedy,” he shot back, disdain in his voice. “Always ready to exploit other species once you discover their vulnerabilities.”

You hummed softly, a playful challenge in your eyes. “You’re right—I could take advantage and kidnap you right now if I wanted to.” His gaze met yours. “But why me?” Your fingers trailed along his jawline, your voice low and heated. “You can cry pearls, wield the sharpest weapons, and create breathtaking art. How could I possibly let you escape?” Your touch wandered down his neck, tracing the shimmering path that led to his collar bone. “I’ll lock you in a cage, and whip you daily, forcing you to finish your paintings. And if you want to eat, you’ll have to call me “Master.’”

You were surprised by your own audacity. You had longed to touch Rafayel like this but never dared until now. “Is that really what you want?” His serious tone caught you off guard, as if there was more weight to his words than mere banter. “W-what…” you began, but his whisper resounded in your ears, as if echoing within your very being— “Master.”

For a fleeting moment, you thought you saw a faint glow above Rafayel’s heart, but it vanished before you could confirm it. His hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you onto his lap. He guided your hand to his face, pressing his feverish cheek into your palm as he murmured, “Help—I don’t feel so good.”

Despite the reluctance lingering in his heart—stirred by nervousness at exposing himself to you again—your teasing, possessive words had ignited something within Rafayel. He found himself instinctively pulling you closer.

Your other hand cupped his cheek, offering comfort as his arms encircled you. “How can I help?” you whispered. His grip tightened as he nuzzled into your neck. “Share your warmth with me.” Your breath hitched, your heartbeat pounding as you reached out to touch his scales again.

A gentle sigh escaped your lips as your fingertips met his heated skin. Your eyes locked with his, silently seeking permission as you lifted the hem of his shirt. Rafayel’s hesitation was palpable, a myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind. Finally, he reached a decision, raising his arms to let you slip off his shirt.

His heart soared at the look in your eyes—mesmerized, hungry, and entirely focused on him. He hadn’t realized how much he had missed that look until he felt a small piece of himself begin to heal simply by soaking it in again.

The need to keep touching him was overwhelming, but concern crept in as the heat radiating from his body intensified. Beads of sweat formed on his skin and his breath quickened. Reluctantly, you pushed away gently. “We should stop… your fever is really high. You need to rest; I’ll get you an ice pack.” Barely off his lap and only a few steps away, you were surprised to be pulled back into his embrace, enveloped once more in his arms.

The look of complete shock on your face was the most endearing thing Rafayel had witnessed in a long time, sparking a tender smile from him. His voice was so sensually charged that it sent a rush of heat through your core, your thighs pressing together instinctively. “What? Weren’t you planning to keep me as a Lemurian pet?” he teased, a suggestive glint in his eyes as they traced the curve of your lips. “I can’t even run away… Do whatever you want to me.”

Though his words were incredibly tempting, your concern lingered—he could be seriously ill, and perhaps you should be taking him to a hospital rather than indulging in this moment. “Can you at least tell me what’s going on? You’re acting really strange…” you pressed gently.

“Every year, there’s a day when the tide lowers, and reverses its flow,” he explained, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “That’s when Lemurians are at their weakest... Even the frailest human could end us if they knew.” His lips brushed your skin with a featherlight kiss. “If you want to push me away—or even kill me—I couldn’t stop you.”

Startled, you pulled back to meet his gaze. “Rafayel…” He interrupted, a warning undertone in his voice. “You have no idea how dangerous this is, do you? There’s still time to find someone else to care for.” Despite his words, he drew you closer. “Not every fairy tale ends happily ever after. Maybe the mermaid set the trap from the start—to claim the sailor’s life,” he added, referencing the love story you had discussed earlier.

Rafayel watched you with a calm intensity, his fingers lazily twirling your hair. He knew you too well and sensed the flicker of fear in your expression at his words. Yet, as always, you pushed past the fear, your eyes turning sultry as you leaned in closer to whisper in his ear. “So? I’m okay with that. But—” you grasped his chin, shaking his head playfully. “Did you ever consider that you might be the prey in my trap?”

He remained silent, his beautiful eyes calmly assessing, waiting to see your next move. “Rafayel… I’m not sure why you said those things, but…” You captured his lips in a tender kiss, whispering, “I will never hurt you.” He stiffened beneath you momentarily before his hands found your waist, pulling you tightly to him as he kissed you again. “Do you promise?” The raw pain in his voice and the desperation in his eyes made your heart ache. “I promise.” Your hands looped around his neck as you melted into him, capturing his mouth in a kiss far more passionate than the last. His lips were just as soft as you’d imagined, each touch of them like the most powerful aphrodisiac.

The tiny whimpers and groans he let out only fueled your growing boldness, as did the way his body reacted to even the lightest touch of your fingertips. You tangled your fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, holding him there. “I’ve decided on my first request for my new Lemurian pet—stay still,” you commanded in a low, firm voice.

The tone sparked something in him—a thrill he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. It was a dynamic he had happily embraced many times before, and he could hardly contain his excitement as your gaze roamed his body with a renewed heat. “Define sit still,” he teased, his voice laced with anticipation.

You hummed softly, leaning in to trace a path along his scales with your tongue. He cursed under his breath, hips instinctively grinding against you, hands settling on your lower back. You swatted them away with a teasing reprimand. “No touching.” He pouted and let out a genuine whine, drawing a giggle from you. “You can try to get off by grinding against me, but that’s the only movement I’ll allow.” Your lips returned to his neck, teeth grazing his increasingly sensitive scales.

You hovered just above him, making him work for every bit of friction he craved. You delighted in the sight of him beneath you, whimpering and struggling to find release. The power you felt was exhilarating, heightened by Rafayel's evident enjoyment. But each time his hips managed to connect with yours, grinding his erection against your clothed core, it tested your resolve—the urge to have him inside you was nearly overwhelming. But this newfound game was too rewarding to rush.

You slipped your shirt over your head, tossing it and your bra aside. Your palms glided over his chest, your breath quickening as you traced the defined ridges of his abs and followed the soft trail of hair leading beneath his pants. He trembled beneath your touch, desire pooling within him as he resisted the urge to reach out and cup your breast. Instead, he stayed still, a symphony of groans and whines escaping him with every sensation you elicited.

Once satisfied, you leaned back, teasing him further as you squeezed one breast, and let your other hand glide through your folds. He didn’t attempt to rise to find friction, he simply watched in enraptured awe, plush lips slightly parted, breath quick, his hips making small, involuntary thrusts in response to your display.

“You’re being such a good boy,” you praised, surprised by the words that slipped from your lips. You hesitated, wondering if you’d gone to far, but Rafayel’s immediate, whimpering plea reassured you. “Say it again,” he begged, his desperation palpable. A grin spread across your face. “You're such a good boy…my good boy,” you cooed in his ear before standing to add your pants and thong to the growing pile on the floor.

Sitting back on the couch and spreading your legs invitingly, you motioned for him to come closer. “Make me cum, Raf,” you commanded softly, feeling a thrill of anticipation as he eagerly settled between your legs. He could scarcely tear his eyes away from your glistening core, so wet you were dripping onto the couch beneath you. Silently, he vowed to never have this sofa cleaned again.

“Is there anything you won’t allow me to do?” he asked. “Mhmm—no touching yourself." A soft groan slipped from him as he nodded, bending to press gentle kisses along your inner thighs. Rafayel remembered every spot that made you sing, reacquainting himself with them until your pretty little noises filled the room.

He knew you liked it a bit rough, and was pleased to find that hadn’t changed. Your hands tangled in his hair, your head falling back with a cry of pleasure as he boldly bit your clit, leaving behind a sharp, exhilarating sting.

He sighed in relief as his tongue touched you, eagerly lapping up your arousal with a deep, satisfied hum that sent vibrations coursing through your entire body. You were so soft, so warm and inviting, your familiar essence wrapping Rafayel in a comforting embrace.

The moment he slipped a finger into your warmth, your walls clenched around him like a vise, nearly pushing him to his own edge without a single touch. He paused for a moment, awestruck, before setting a gentle rhythm with his fingers.

His lips soon found their way back to your sensitive bud, sucking and nibbling with just the right amount of pressure to make your body sing in that perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Rafayel seemed to know every one of your sweet spots with startling accuracy, attuned to the precise pressures and motions that drove you wild. Your hips bucked, grinding against his face, coating him in your arousal as he groaned in delight.

You stroked his hair affectionately, watching his mouth fervently work over you as his eyes took in every part of you as you moved against him. His gaze, hazy with desire, never left your from between your thighs. “So beautiful,” you murmured, and he made that cute little whimper again, spurred on by the tightening of your soft walls around his fingers.

His own hips began thrusting into the air again as you rode his face with abandon, your body pulsing around him as he guided you through each wave of pleasure. Spent, you collapsed back on the couch with a deep sigh of contentment, looking down at him with a blissful smile. “Wow,” you breathed softly. “Yeah… wow,” he echoed gently, a mixture of awe and satisfaction in his voice as he moved to sit beside you on the couch.

You stopped him before he could sit, reaching over to unbuckle his belt, looking up with a question in your eyes. Understanding, Rafayel shed the rest of his clothes, letting them drop to the floor before settling beside you. Biting your lip, your hands eagerly reached out to wrap around his length.

Just like the rest of Rafayel, his cock was delightfully perfect, a promise of immense pleasure in both its girth and length. A sinful groan escaped both of you as you licked up the precum trailing down his shaft, savoring the taste. Within moments, you had him stuffed in your throat, unfazed by the challenge, a dopey smile curling your lips as you choked slightly. You pulled back briefly to spit on the tip, spreading the slickness with your hand. “I’ll be still this time,” you assured him softly before taking him deeply once more.

His hand immediately threaded through your hair to hold you in place, his hips setting a steady rhythm as they thrust into your welcoming mouth. Rafayel knew the rewards of patience and compliance—if he was a good boy, and did what you asked, pleasure awaited him.

“You take me so well, cutie,” he praised, a possessive edge to his voice. “I almost forgot how fucking perfect you are,” slipped out before he could catch himself, but you seemed too lost in the moment—or too cock-drunk—to hear or care, your face an embodiment of ecstasy as you continued to devour him.

He could have easily prolonged this blissful moment, riding the edge of his orgasm just to enjoy the sensation of being in your mouth a little longer. But his desire to finish inside you was undeniable. Gently, he lifted you off him, guiding you to straddle his lap.

The way you blushed and grew shy as he rubbed his cock through your slick folds brought a soft, appreciative smile to his lips. You were even tighter than he remembered, which required him to take things slowly as he pushed into you. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, and he pressed gentle kisses to your cheek to ease the way. “Almost there, princess,” he murmured, his cock inching deeper.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he finally pressed flush against you, feeling your arousal seep where you were joined. Rafayel’s possessive praises sent a shiver through you, evoking emotions that mirrored his. Tears welled in your eyes at his words, the sense of being so perfectly filled by him heightening the intensity of the moment.

He gently took your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. “I want you to use me,” he pleaded, his voice raw with need, as he gripped your hips to encourage your movement. You searched his eyes, then nodded softly, leaning in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. It began gentle, as did your movements atop him. But as your lips and tongue paid homage to the scales adorning his skin, your hips began to rise and fall with fervor.

His hands supported your rhythm, gripping your ass as you rode him with increasing urgency. Watching you embrace your pleasure, tears of ecstasy streaking your face, urged him to test if you still enjoyed another particular sensation.

He slapped your ass, the sound resonating through the room. Your eyes shot wide in surprise and your movements faltered. “Riding me like such a good little slut,” he growled, delivering another, much harder, slap. He seized a breast, tugging roughly on a nipple, and your mouth fell open in a soft ‘O,’ a fierce blush spreading across your skin. “Didn’t I tell you to use me, cutie?” he teased. “I haven't felt that pretty cunt gush on me yet, so why’d you stop moving?” His words ignited something within you, compelling you to continue, your hips resuming their relentless motion in a quest for release. His voice was teasing, low and commanding, much like yours had been earlier in your game. You were surprised to find you enjoyed this dynamic just as much with the roles reversed. Your own voice came out in a small, slightly shaky whisper. “Sorry, Raf,” you murmured, earning a chuckle from him, your hips resuming their eager rhythm.

You were impossibly wet now, coating Rafayel's cock and abdomen in your shared arousal. He relished it, gathering the slickness and spreading it over your skin with a pleased hum. “Just like that, cutie,” he encouraged, punctuating his words with firm slaps to your ass and rough squeezes of your breasts. “You’re the only one who can make me feel like this,” he whispered urgently, his fingers lightly tugging your clit, making you tremble and whine above him.

He pulled you closer, your head resting in the crook of his neck as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. He chuckled softly knowing from experience that you were too lost in pleasure to register much of anything else. He allowed himself to speak more openly, assured that his words would float through your haze without consequence.

“This is always my favorite part,” he murmured, taking over the rhythm as he gripped your hips, moving you against him as you cried quietly, sniffling against him. “You’ve always had a knack for teasing me,” he said with a playful edge, “and once you discovered how much I enjoyed it when you took control—you were relentless.” Rafayel smiled gently, a fondness in his tone as he recalled a memory from long ago.

His tone became softer, words drifting through your foggy mind, carried by the gentle love in his voice. “I’ve cherished every second of turning my body over to you. I crave it, actually… Maybe it’s because of the bond we share— I’m not sure… But as much as I enjoy it, I secretly look forward to this moment every time…” Tenderly, he lowered you until your bodies were flush, grinding you against him with each deep thrust. “That moment when you melt in my arms, surrendering to my care and affection,” he continued, tightening his embrace around you. “If I weren’t so desperate to finish, I’d stay buried inside you, holding you like this indefinitely,” he teased as he cherished the closeness. You whispered his name on a choked sob, your mouth instinctively finding the scales on his neck as your tongue traced firm, deliberate paths over each one you could reach.

With every stroke of your tongue, Rafayel's movements grew more frenzied, but when you latched onto what had always been your favorite scale, sucking it softly, he lost control, his thrusts becoming desperate and fervent.

The sensation of his scales beneath your tongue, combined with the mind blowing ecstasy of him stuffing you full, sent you spiraling into another intense orgasm. You cried out into his neck, pressing yourself as deeply onto him as possible, grinding against him to chase every ripple of pleasure. Your movements stilled as his cock throbbed within you, but you squeezed around him in waves, helping to coax out every last drop of his essence, unwilling to let any go to waste.

As the haze of pleasure began to lift, a sense of reality seeped back in. You leaned down, licking Rafayel clean with a satisfied hum. He raised an eyebrow, grinning at you. “So you still do that,” he remarked, his voice gentle and teasing. You tilted your head in mild confusion, a small frown forming on your lips. He simply pulled you back into his arms with a quiet chuckle. "Don’t worry about it, cutie,” he murmured, kissing your forehead and tucking your head against his chest, fingers gently combing through your hair.

His touch was loving, almost reverent, and it combined with the deep sense of contentment humming through your body after your release, causing you to melt against him without even realizing it. Sleep began to overtake you, his arms enveloping you like the warmest blanket.

Rafayel didn’t quite know how long he sat there, gently rocking you as his hand caressed your hair, reacquainting himself with its texture. He was certain of one thing: you had ruined him once more… There was no way he could let you go now—not that he had ever been truly capable of letting you go... Nor had he ever really wanted to.

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otto-s-alskling · 9 months ago

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TF141 X Fem!Reader

"Dress Up"

Shopping for disguises is something that the Taskforce sometimes dreads and sometimes are excited about. But when the mission called for having you dressed up for the supposed Gala that you are all to attend to, they immediately scrambled to the nearest boutique to find the best gown for you.

The four men sat at the dress boutique, an odd bunch as the sales lady assisting you was inside the changing room to help with the lacing and fixing up the dress. So far, the picks have been good, none of them totally into it because some have been a

... Questionable.

Soap chose a dark navy blue dress that showed so much of your back, which in return immediately got him hit on the back of his head by Ghost.

Gaz chose a rose colored dress but the slit reached almost your hip and Price couldn't have shoved you back in the changing stall so fast to hide you.

Price chose a red dress, a quite regal looking one that's a halter neckline and a glittery mermaid style that got a few appreciative nods.

Ghost, however, picked something that no one else expected him to ever choose. It wasn't goofy or ugly or anything. Quite the opposite.

You stepped out the changing stall, blushing, as you stared at the mirrors and the men all froze, especially Ghost. The three immediately looked at the masked man before looking at you again and they all sported a red shade on their cheeks and ears, refusing to look away from you.

Ghost chose a dress with sweetheart neckline, slightly fitted at the top with a sparkly plain skirt. Nothing too flared or anything but still gorgeous on you. Was even nice enough to get you a silver belt too. The fucking color of the dress? White.

Ghost picked a wedding dress for you to try on.

Imagination ran wild between the men before you cleared your throat. "I don't think I'll wear this one... Cause..." Your voice trailed off when they didn't even move a muscle, just busy gazing at you.

Nobody answered for a moment before Price clears his throat. "That uhm... Looks great, love but not for this occasion. I think we should get the halter one. You pick the color."

I nodded and went to the sales lady, leaving the men in awe at what they just saw. Ghost looked at Soap who was grinning as he held up his phone. Sneaky Scottish bastard managed to take pictures and Gaz immediately requested for a few copies, making Price chuckle.

Secured with the dark blue version of the halter dress and the same silver belt that Ghost picked, the team headed out of the boutique.

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Ghost went back the next day, and bought the dress he picked and a veil himself,gazing at his new phone wallpaper of you in the very same dress. You never know when you might need it ;3

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mysteryshoptls · 4 months ago

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SSR Jade Leech - Mermaid Fin Voice Lines

Mermaid Fin Jade does not have a vignette.

When Summoned: Life is pleasurable because of all the unpredictability that occurs.

Summon Line: It has been some time since we've come across each other while I'm in my merform. Oh, yes, what say we have a bit of a chase once again?

Groooovy!!: That was an unforgiving wake-up call. However, I should expect nothing less from my beloved brother.

Home: Let's head into the dark and cold ocean.

Swap Looks: Even deeper, now.

Home Idle 1: It may have merely been a dream, but it was a wonderful experience to be able to climb so many mountains. I feel as though I would be able to utilize the knowledge I gleaned there for hiking in the real world.

Home Idle 2: Perhaps I should simply do as I please in the real world as well. To tell you the truth, I do tend to hold myself back.

Home Idle 3: In the end, my merform definitely feels more comfortable and easier to move around in. If I were to put a finger on one inconvenience, it would be that I cannot go mountain climbing.

Home Idle - Login: Who would have ever imagined we could traverse into other people's dreams... Such a venture could reveal someone's inner most secrets purely by accident!

Home Idle - Groovy: It would not behoove me to bring Azul or Floyd on a mountain hike on land. It could bring dire consequences if I were to bring those uninitiated to the possible perils.

Home Tap 1: A majority of merfolk tend to spend their entire lives in familiar waters. It seems fear of the unknown world outweighs any possible allure...

Home Tap 2: Ever since Floyd came to my dream, he has been giving me an icy look. Is this what they call a rebellious phase?

Home Tap 3: What was I like in Floyd's dream? We weren't together...? I see, well, that seems very like him.

Home Tap 4: Ah, I am beginning to miss the mountains. I may end up purchasing those hiking boots I have been eyeing once we return to the surface.

Home Tap 5: You wish to know if you were in my dream? Why yes, of course. Similar to Floyd and Azul, you appeared looking just as you normally do.

Home Tap - Groovy: Fufu, how many years has it been since we had a proper sibling squabble? In the end, fighting with Floyd is, as always, thrilling and entertaining.

Duo: [JADE]: We should teach them a lesson, Kalim-san. [KALIM]: Jade, your smile's terrifying!

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #jade leech #kalim al-asim #twst jade #twst kalim #twst translation #mention: azul #mention: floyd

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alienbycomics · 1 year ago

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Ready to Stand: A comic retelling The Little Mermaid with a twist 🏳️‍⚧️

[Begin image description- Comic with 10 panels inspired by Disney’s The Little Mermaid. Comic title: “Ready to Stand” by Alienby comics.

Panel 1: Ariel, a mermaid, holds a dress up in front of her and looks into a mirror longingly. Ariel’s flat chest covered in scales and gills makes her gender ambiguous. Ariel is in her underwater cave surrounded by trinkets from the human world. Ariel’s voice over: “Maybe Father’s right. Maybe there is something wrong with me.”

Panel 2: Ariel leans on a rock on the surface of the water, looking hopefully at 2 human women walking along the beach in the distance. Ariel’s voice over: “But I want this more than anything.”

Panel 3: Ariel is seen swimming away from her home in a shadowy nook, looking back at her father and sisters, who are laughing together. She is sad to leave them. Ariel’s voice over speaking to Ursula: “So you can really turn me into a human?”

Panel 4: Ariel approaches Ursula the Sea Witch in Ursula’s lair pleadingly. Ursula speaks to Ariel over her shoulder. Ursula answers: “I can. You’re not the first, honey. Life down here is so drab, isn’t it?” Ariel replies: “Yes. I don’t belong here. Please help me.”

Panel 5: Ariel and Ursula’s conversation continues as we see a flashback of Ariel’s father Triton, who has angrily destroyed Ariel’s trinkets from the human world with his magic. Triton holds Ariel by the arm in one hand and holds her dress, which is now in shambles, in his other hand. Ursula’s voice over: “What do you have to offer me?” Ariel’s voice over: “I have… well, I had a trove of treasures until my father…” Ariel trails off. Ursula’s voice over: “How about your voice?”

Panel 6: Ariel looks over her shoulder back at Ursula. Ursula appears more devilish now and lurks in the shadows behind her. Ariel asks: “My voice?” Ursula replies: “You can’t get something for nothing, kid. Your voice for your legs. Do we have a deal?”

Panel 7: Ariel and Ursula now are at opposite sides of a bubbling purple cauldron, full of a potion that will make Ariel human. Ursula holds a vial of this potion out to Ariel. Ariel’s fists are clenched and her face is poised in resolve. Ariel simply says, “okay.” Ursula warns Ariel: “But the transformation will be painful, and you can never return home. Are you sure this is what you want?”

Panel 8: The comic cuts to after Ariel’s transformation. She breaks the surface of the ocean and takes a sharp breath of air. She no longer has gills or scales, and she now has noticeable human breasts with seashell coverings. Ariel’s inner monologue voice over: “Air in my lungs…”

Panel 9: Ariel is seen in 2 poses. The first pose shows Ariel sitting in the shallow water on the beach, admiring one of her feet on her brand new legs. She has a huge smile on her face. The second pose shows Ariel trying to stand, now wearing a skirt made from a piece of canvas from nearby ship debris. Ariel teeters and falls over with a chibi-like expression that exaggerates her panic. Ariel’s inner monologue voice over continues: “Sand between my toes, the warm sun on my soft skin…”

Panel 10: Ariel blissfully but silently laughs while laying in the warm sand on the beach. Her arms and new legs are sprawled out in relaxation. Ariel’s inner monologue concludes: “Now I’m home.” / End image description]

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hotchner-edu · 5 months ago

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Silly Hotchner | Aaron Hotchner

Synopsis: When the BAU team and local investigators loiter by your hideaway, you're forced to speed up their investigation.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Mermaid!F!Reader

Warnings: aaron points a gun at r for a few seconds oops

For the past two days there’s been a disturbance at the bank of the river near your favorite hideout. Normally, you wouldn’t be as reckless when it comes to the surface dwellers, but you were starting to get antsy.

The sky was brightening again after a peaceful night, and like clockwork, the group of surface dwellers were starting to gather, staring at the edge of the tree line and back toward the water. This time, you see a few new faces joining in.

Swimming upstream into the wide river and slowly drawing closer to where the group of people are, you hear their distorted voices from under the water.

Peeking your head up so your eyes were above the water’s surface, you hide yourself behind one of the tall rocks.

“I'm Agent Hotchner. You said that witnesses saw him here?” You hear a stern voice echo around the clearing. Looking over, you see a tall man, hands on his hips, as he talks to some of the other surface dwellers.

"Hikers said they saw a boy in a baseball cap throw a duffel bag into the water before running off." The man he's talking to explains, gesturing to the still river.

The handsome man— Agent Hotchner nods along and gazes out into the water as well. "Right. Well, we'll need to comb through the river floor to try and find the bag. It may give us an idea of how our unsub is operating."

"My boys have been on that since yesterday, but the river's too deep and the bottom is filled with jagged rocks. The duffel bag could be lodged between some stones." The other man sighs, running a hand over his forehead.

"Divers?"

"They won't be getting in until tomorrow, something about a shortage in oxygen tanks."

Agent Hotchner looks deep in thought as he squats down by the edge of the river. "Any chance the bag could have been carried downstream and into the ocean?"

"It's unlikely. The river doesn't get much movement, and the bag would be trapped by the rocks if it were weighted." The other man explains, looking exhausted. "Well, I have to get back down to the station. The parents of the last girl who turned up are coming in. Let me know if you and your team need anything."

You watch as the other man leaves quickly, allowing Agent Hotchner to do some more thinking. As his eyes dart around the length of the river, your eyes widen when his gaze finds yours. Immediately popping back down into the water, you quickly begin swimming back in the direction of the ocean.

Nothing good could come out of meeting a surface dweller.

However, as you're shooting through the water, a large black object grabs your attention. It's resting against one of the stones, strap caught under a different rock.

If this was the object the surface dwellers were searching for, giving it to them would allow them to leave the area sooner than later and you could return to your hideout.

Reaching for the object, you're taken aback by how hefty it is. Tugging it hard, you manage to free it from under the second rock, and you carefully try to lift it. It would be a slow endeavor to move it toward somewhere shallower, but you were sure that Agent Hotchner wouldn't do anything drastic in that time.

Cautiously, you tug it behind you by the strap, swimming back toward the area where the surface dwellers were gathered. When you approach your previous watching spot, you brave another peek into the surface.

Nobody was paying any mind to the water currently as they seemed to be staring down at the dirt by the trees, pointing into the distance and talking. Knowing that this was your window of opportunity, you swing the bag forward and push it toward the edge of the river, letting the soaked object lay halfway on the grass.

As you go to shove it fully out of the water, you perk up as you feel a presence near you. Turning your head to the side, your eyes widen as you see Agent Hotchner staring down at you, gaze inscrutable as he points something at you.

"Who are you? This area is under investigation." His tone is deceivingly calm with an edge of caution that made your mind scream for you to get away.

You stare at the object he's pointing at you. It was an odd shape, and his finger was resting on a hook on its underside. He sees you staring at it in wonder, slowly lowering it the longer he studies you.

"Bag..." your voice comes out like a whisper as you shyly point to the object you dredged up.

He seems speechless for a second before tucking the object by his side and sighing.

"Thank you, but you shouldn't be diving down there all alone. It's dangerous." He steps forward and squats down a little, extending his hand toward you. "Here, let's get you out of there first, and then I'll have someone take you home."

You let out an amused giggle and poke his hand gently before shaking your head, slowly drifting further back into the river. "Silly, Agent Hotchner."

Aaron watches as you sink back into the water, disappearing from sight like you were never even there to begin with. As you swim further away, you can hear the distorted voices of the other surface dwellers stumbling upon the bag too.

To your luck, finding the bag at the bottom of the river for the surface dwellers led to the outcome you had hoped for. As you're playing with the trinkets in your hideout, you freeze as you hear a muffled voice above the river.

You wondered why surface dwellers would be by the river again, especially since it was dark out now. Peeking out from your hideout, you hear the voice again.

A familiar deep voice reaches you. "Are you here?"

Smiling a bit, you swim up toward the surface and peek your head out from the water. "Silly Hotchner?"

By the edge of the water, Agent Hotchner is standing there in much more casual clothes. Much to your relief, he was alone.

"You're still here." He says in a bit of surprise.

Nodding, you swim closer to him. "What are you?" He asks under his breath, more to himself than to you.

When you don't answer, he shakes his head a little to snap out of his stupor. "I just... I wanted to come back to thank you for finding the duffel bag."

You beam brightly at this. "Did you find who you were looking for?"

"We're close." He nods, sitting down beside your arms as they leaned on the edge of the grass.

"What was that... thing earlier?" Your voice comes out with an air of naivete as you ask him.

Agent Hotchner furrows his brows a little and frowns. "Thing?"

You lift your arms to extend in front of you, mimicking how he was holding the object. Realization dawns across his face and he allows a small, sheepish smile to flit across his lips. "That was a gun."

"Gun?" The word slides off your tongue with a stilted tone, your unfamiliarity with the object clear.

He nods and his voice grows softer, greatly juxtaposing the tone he was using when he first saw you. "It is used to hurt people and animals. If you see someone else pointing one at you in the future, try to get away if you can."

"I've always heard that surface dwellers were dangerous. I guess that's true." You respond softly, watching him with curious eyes.

"Surface dwellers?" He echoes in confusion, mind already working a mile a minute to process the current situation.

Nodding, you contemplate the idea running through your head for a moment. "You can't tell anyone else. Promise?"

He nods and watches you carefully, expression shifting when you lift yourself a little more and kick your tail up to break through the water. His eyes stare in shock at the glimmering scales decorating your tail, winking at him under the moonlight.

The sudden reveal has his eyes widening owlishly, his mouth falling open in a small gape. "You're beautiful..." He whispers in awe.

"You're pretty too." You reply quickly, sinking back down into the water.

He looks taken aback for a second, but immediately looks down with a grin as he shakes his head. "I thought I was imagining things when I first saw you."

"Well, we usually stray away from surface dwellers."

"Is that what we're called?" He muses rhetorically, keeping his eyes on you. "Do you live in this river?"

Shaking your head, you glance back toward the water. "Not really. I just like it here. I live out there most of the time." You point further out toward the ocean.

He nods and looks up at the sky, studying the stars. "I don't live here either."

"Where do you live, Silly Hotchner?" You ask quietly, propping your head on your hand as you admire him. This seems to amuse him as he shakes his head and chuckles breathlessly.

"You can call me Aaron. That's my name. People only call me Hotchner when I'm working."

Nodding in understanding, you play with the blades of grass in front of you. "Aaron... do you live far from here?"

He nods and yawns a little. "Yeah... I live pretty far from here."

You can't help but deflate at that, a pout overtaking your face. "Oh."

"Why? What's wrong?" He asks with a gentle voice, attention now solely on you again.

"That means I won't see you again, right? After you catch who you're looking for." Your voice is small, now knowing the feeling of companionship filling your heart was fleeting.

His eyebrows furrow again, something that seemed common for him, and his face softens. "Do you want to see me again?"

Nodding a bit bashfully, you rip some of the grass under your fingers. "It's been a long time since I've talked to someone else."

Aaron seems to consider this for a second, and he reaches out to rest his hand on yours. "I have a son. His name is Jack, and I think he'd like to meet you."

Snapping your eyes to meet his, you grin widely and nod. "Will you both come then?"

Chuckling a bit, he nods too. "Yes, as long as you don't stray too far from here."

Humming to yourself softly, you mentally go over your plans for the upcoming seasons. "I'm going to stay here until snow falls on the trees again."

Aaron looks around the perimeter of the treeline and agrees steadily to your silent request. "Yes, I think it'll be good for us to come visit before the winter."

A chilling breeze whistles past the swaying tree branches and curls around Aaron's seated figure, his warm hand clutching yours a bit as he shivers. "It's cold. You should go back." You suggest, satisfied with his promise to return in the near future.

He looks a bit hesitant before conceding as goosebumps paint along the length of his arms despite being sheltered by his zip-up. As he starts rising from his spot, you gasp a little. "Oh wait, before you go." You wait for him to pause and look at you questioningly before you dart back under the water and toward your hideaway.

Hurrying through the little hole-in-a-wall shelter, you nab a shiny trinket you fished from the ocean a while back. Returning to the surface, you hold out the object with a smile.

"A gift." You explain to Aaron as he crouches down to take it from your hand.

He holds it up to catch the moonlight, admiring the little crystal chunk. "Thank you, sweetheart."

"It's one of my favorites." You explain with a shy grin, happy that he seems pleased with it. "So make sure to come back soon."

He chuckles a little and runs his fingers along to pockets and grooves of the crystal. "Trying to bribe me?"

"Is it working?"

Shaking his head fondly, he pockets the trinket. "I'll bring you something in return when I come back. Now remember what I told you?"

Nodding, you proudly recite the lesson you'd learned. "Stay away from guns."

Smiling in fondness, he leans over to swipe his thumb against your cheek. "Attagirl."

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vanteguccir · 4 months ago

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Bsf!Matt gets a boner from seeing you in a bikini

── ୨୧ !　a small blurb where bsf!Matt gets flustered and turned on after seeing you in a bikini

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

The sea breeze was fresh and carried the salty scent of the waves breaking on the sand. The sun shone high, promising a perfect day at the beach. Y/N, Matt, Nick, and Chris walked together toward the sea, silly comments and laughter filling the air.

"Finally, the beach!!" Y/N raising her arms momentarily while laughing before tossing a beach ball to Nick.

"You go, mermaid." Nick replied, catching the ball with a mischievous grin.

The four reached a perfect spot and began spreading their towels on the sand. Chris quickly took off his shirt and ran to the sea like a kid, followed by Nick. Matt and Y/N stayed behind a bit, organizing their things more calmly.

"Do you want help with the sunscreen?" Matt asked, holding the tube he fished out of his own bag.

"Sure, thanks." Y/N smiled.

She began to remove the clothes covering her bikini. First, her oversized shirt, then her denim shorts. Matt froze for a moment, eyes wide as he watched the scene, his gaze following her every move.

Her bikini was simple, It had no drawings or embroidery, carrying only one color, but highlighted her curves in a way he couldn't look away from. His heart raced, and he felt his face start to heat up.

"Uhm… you… look great." He stammered, trying to maintain his composure. He wrinkled his nose and squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, mentally slapping himself as he wondered where he got the courage to say that.

"Thanks." She replied, a playful smile on her face. "Now, let's get to the sunscreen."

Matt nodded, trying to focus on the task at hand. He started spreading the cream on her back, his fingers gliding over her warm skin. Each touch made his mind spin, and he struggled to stay calm. Y/N seemed relaxed, enjoying his care.

"Are you okay?" She asked, noticing his accelerated breathing.

"Yes, of course." He lied, his voice sounding a bit too loud. "It's just… it's a hot day, right?"

She laughed.

"Yes, very hot."

Finally, Matt finished applying the sunscreen, and Y/N turned to thank him. Her eyes met his, and she noticed the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Are you really okay, Matt? You look kind of… flushed."

He nervously ran a hand through his hair, laughing breathlessly.

"I'm fine, really. Just… uhm, strong sun, you know?"

Before she could respond, Chris and Nick returned from the water, dripping and laughing.

"Are you two going to stand there all day or get in the water?" Chris teased.

Y/N looked at Matt, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Come on, Matt. Let's cool off."

She pulled his hand, and Matt followed her like a lost puppy, trying to ignore the heat he still felt on his face.

As they entered the water, he felt the coolness helping him calm down a bit. Nick and Chris were playing like kids, splashing water at each other, and soon, Y/N joined them, laughing loudly.

Matt stood back for a moment, unable to help himself as his eyes roamed over her body while she played with his brothers, stopping for more seconds than necessary on her tits bouncing with her movements.

He found himself licking his lips, feeling discomfort in his lower area that made him blush deeply, gulping loudly. He was completely lost in the sight of her, his mind clouded with thoughts he knew he shouldn't be having.

His heart pounded in his chest, and he tried to shake off the feeling, diving more into the water to cool off. But even the cold water couldn't completely wash away the warmth spreading through him.

He needed to get his mind off of Y/N and her oh so perfect body for him.

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satorusugurugurl · 5 months ago

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The Single Dad Club! (Chapter Two:Geto)

Summary: The Single Dad club consisted of Grto Suguru, Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento! But with summer upon them, the men find themselves ladies who are willing to have them leave their self-appointed club!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,388

Warning: smut, language, fingering, library smut, public smut, fingering, pin in V smut, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, voyeurism, exhibitionism

A/N: Here’ part two of my Single Dad Club Summer Series! Library smuuut yesss! One part left!! 💚

Part One Part Three

Geto grimaced as he exited the car, opening the back door for his daughters. They excitedly jumped out, running towards the library where Gojo was waiting. The summer sun was scorching, beating down on Suguru as sweat beaded on his forehead. He could not wait to get inside, and it wasn’t for the sweet, cool air conditioner.

It was because of you, the stunning librarian who worked there.

You were beautiful, smiling and grinning as you read to the children. You were always calm and patient when helping people search for books with descriptions alone. The kindness and compassion in your soul was one he only thought existed in fairytales, like a maiden or a princess. That might be why he nicknamed you that.

Gojo tapped his foot impatiently as the girls hugged Tsumiki. “Could you walk any slower, Suguru? I’m melting over here!” He downed some of his cola, gasping softly as he did.

“I could stop to admire the flowers if you’d like?” Suguru’s eyes are smug as he watches his best friend groan as he throws his head back.

“Please don’t; I’ll die of heat stroke if you do.”

Suguru laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Where’s Nanami?” A soured look crossed Satoru’s face.

“Already inside with his little mermaid.”

“You should be happy for him. He’s happy with her.”

“Yeah, I'm so happy that the Single Dad Club is down to two members. Does that even make us a club anymore?”

The two walked through the sliding doors and were immediately blasted with cold air. The chill against Suguru’s skin had him sigh in relief as he put all the books back into the return bin before heading through the other sliding door, where the smell of books old and new welcomed him. The silent library wasn’t bustling, which made sense since it was the summertime and many families were on vacation. The Single Dad club made it a point to stop by the library once a week to get books for the children to read so they weren’t glued to their screens.

It had nothing to do with Suguru seeing you in a pretty strawberry dress a few weeks ago when they were getting the children’s summer reading books. He didn’t use you as an excuse to come every week, building a friendship with you until he dared to ask you out. Yeah, no, totally not because of that. (It was)

Geto’s eyes roamed through the different aisles of book-filled shelves, searching for you in one of your dresses or bright colors of skirts. And he found you in no time. He was standing on one of the ladders, reaching for a book on the top shelf. Today, you were sporting a white dress with blue anchors all over it, along with a sky-blue cardigan. Your hair was styled perfectly, and your big round reading glasses were sliding down the bridge of your nose.

Suguru smiled, turning down the aisle you were working on and watching as you added the book to a large stack you were holding. It took some real skill to carry that many books so elegantly. Suguru rushed forward, gently holding the ladder as you descended the wooden steps.

With the sudden heat next to your body, you look up, meeting with dark eyes. Who is the single dad you have had your eyes on for the last few weeks? He was handsome and intellectual. If he didn’t get to ask you out, you would have to do it yourself.

“Geto.” You made sure there was a hint of flirtatious intent in your voice. “Is it Tuesday already?”

“It most definitely is my favorite day of the week.”

“Your favorite day of the week, huh?”

You stroll past him, heading towards your desk in the middle of the library. He followed close behind, the earthy smell of mint following him. You’ve tried not to come too eager; you wanted him to work for it slightly. But the fact that he was following you to your desk like a lost puppy, you know you had him wrapped around your finger.

Suguru the stack of books down to your left before sitting back in your rolling chair. “It’s the day of the week I get to see you.”

“You know I have life outside of the library.” you shuffled through some papers on your desk.

“Oh, do you?”

“I do~”

Your voice had a certain boldness as you flirted back with the man you had been wanting since he stepped inside your library weeks ago. You had never been the assertive one, but you decided when you saw his gorgeous long black hair that you would be assertive this time. If you continue to do what you want, you will be alone forever, becoming that stereotypical librarian in movies and TV shows.

“Hmm, well, I just so happen to have quite a bit of free time right now. I just got back from a major dig, and I’m waiting for clearance to start studying what we found.”

“What do you do again?”

Suguru chuckled, pulling his wallet out and handing you a card. “I’m an archaeologist at the University of Tokyo. I go on digs here, there, everywhere.” You took his card in your hand, rubbing your thumb over his name nicely printed in ink.

“So that explains all the ancient cities and dinosaur books you check out, Professor Geto.”

“Guilty as charged.”

“So, Professor, seeing we both have free time, could I ask you for dinner?”

Bold and to the point, Suguru didn’t think it would be possible to like you more than he did. But lo and behold, his heart skipped a beat at your words. You were the kind of woman to take what you wanted, even if that meant you had to be the one taking the reins for a moment.

While you seem calm and collected on the outside, on the inside, every nerve of your being was on fire and freaking out. You had just asked the hottest man you had ever seen in your entire life to dinner. This wasn't like you at all. You usually were shy and waited for someone to ask you out. But you didn't want to wait for someone else to ask Suguru out. You had to be assertive. And from how Suguru was smirking, his pierced tongue swooping at his upper lip, he must have liked your question.

“How does Saturday sound to you? My girls are going to a pizza parlor and arcade with some of my friend's kids.”

“You mean the members of your single dad club?”

“Well,” he glanced over his shoulder towards the children's section, where he spotted Nanami talking to Gojo as his new girlfriend read to the children at their feet. “We just so happened to lose one of our members just recently. So I don’t think we could qualify as a club anymore.”

“Is that so?” you glance at the group., smirking slightly. “Could he even run a club with a singular member?”

With a blink, Suguru turned to look down at you with dark bangs falling over his eyes. “Singular? There are two of us still in his club.” You run manicured nails slowly down his chest.

“Hopefully, you won’t be single much longer if our date goes well.” there you go again with your assertiveness! Making Suguru snicker with apparent amusement as he peered down at you.

“Princess, you are something else.”

Which was not a bad thing at all. It only intrigued Suguru to get to know you more personally. There was just something about you that pulled him in, and he wasn’t going to fight against it anymore. If Nanami could meet such a lovely partner and seem happier for the first time in years, he should be able to do the same.

“There is nothing wrong with being optimistic about what could happen for us in the future.” with your heart, you waved his card in front of his face. “So Saturday, you could pick me up after work. I get off at four.”

“Four sounds like a good time. I’ll pick you up here at the library. Is that okay?”

“That works out great; we can just head to a restaurant afterward.”

Suguru hadn’t been this excited in years for a date. He found himself beaming with excitement as he walked back to the group. Nanami was oblivious, paying more attention to his little girlfriend who was talking to Yuuji, but Satoru, his best friend, saw the expression on his face. It was the same giddy smile that Nanami was constantly wearing.

“No, oh god.” Satoru pushed his sunglasses up, Brushing his bangs back against his head. “Not you, too!” The pout on his face draws his girls' attention as they look between the two men.

“What happened?”

“Oh, I just got asked out on a date.”

Satoru scrunched his face in disgust while Nanako and Mimiko lit up, eyes sparkling as their heads darted towards you, and you checked out some books for a family. Their little smiles and excited glances between you and their father gave Suguru the strange indication that this was something they had been hoping for. His girls adored you, and with every passing Tuesday, he found himself adoring you more and more.

His dark eyes followed his daughters as he watched you up some of your hair behind your ear, scanning several books, ignoring the angry whispers that resonated from his best friend. Something about how now he was the only single one between the three, life wasn’t fair, yada yada. Nothing else mattered except watching you and that beautiful anchor dress going about your mundane tasks.

You were stunning, and he couldn’t wait for Saturday.

It seemed like it took forever for your highly anticipated day to come around finally. You found your eyes glued to the clock with every passing second, counting down the hours until it was four. Saturdays were reasonably busy at the library, but since it was summer, it was dead. There was no one walking the rows of bookcases. You found yourself bored, tapping your nails against the counter, waiting for someone or anything to happen.

Much to display, nothing of that sort happened; Suguru didn’t come rushing in like you had imagined countless times before. He didn’t throw all the books off your desk and take you there for your moans to bounce off the large echoing walls. Your daydreaming left you feeling horny and needy, not the way you wanted to spend your Saturday, especially when you had a date later. How were you going to be able to focus on Suguru when your panties were soaked?

“Fuuck,” you grumbled as you flipped through the returned books on your desk to distract yourself. Nothing other than fantasizing about getting railed didn't make this day faster. “Hurry up.” you scolded the clock on the wall. These next thirty minutes would be the longest thirty minutes of your existence.

Instead of standing around doing absolutely nothing, you decided to put the most recent returned books away. Heading down the aisles of bookcases, trail your fingers over the spines, looking for the missing places where the books you currently held belonged. With each step you took, you felt like eyes were on you. Watching you from a distance, taking you in, you stood on your tiptoes, sliding a book into place.

The lingering gaze didn’t leave you feeling unsettled. Instead, it had your heart palpitating, heat, pulling between your legs. If you weren’t able to smell the earthy, minty scent that followed you through the library, you might have been freaked out. But instead, you found yourself strutting forward, swaying your hips as the smell of the person following you strengthened. In a way, having him follow you like this in a public place was erotic in its way.

You had read plenty of smutty romance books; this was a trope that you liked. The hero follows the heroine. He kept a watchful eye on her. And if it was written well enough and never came off as creepy. If anything, it was almost romantic.

Unfortunately, neither of those options could describe the current emotions and sensations you were feeling.

It wasn’t a romantic gesture (yet), and being followed like this by him didn't give you the creeps. Instead, it did the opposite. You found yourself walking as seductively as you could, perking your ass up as you stood on your tiptoes, trying to draw him out from wherever he was watching you. Oh, and Suguru was watching from the other aisle, grinning as you glanced over your shoulder and in his direction. You couldn't see him but could feel him watching you closely.

“Hey~ if you're not too busy watching me, maybe you could come around here and give me a hand? I don’t have a stepladder, and I need to put this book on a shelf that's too high for me to reach.”

“Mmm, are you sure you need my help? Or do you want me to come out of my hiding place?” the walls and shelves made it almost impossible for you to pinpoint where he was hiding.

“Maybe both. But I’m more inclined to the second option.”

Suguru laughed near you, and you heard his shoes against the floor. “And what exactly do you have planned for me when I leave my hiding place?” Glancing at your watch, you confirmed that you were still on the clock for the next ten minutes.

“Oh~ I have a few ideas.”

“What ideas are those, Princess?”

“To have you put this book back on the shelf, I can't reach.”

A deep, gravelly chuckle sounds from behind you before footsteps tread over the marble flooring. With each step, you felt your knees growing weaker, your eyes darting to either end of the aisle you were in before the black shadow stretched out over the floor. Following it, you find Suguru standing before you with his hand shoved into his pockets.

He looks so handsome, hair tied up in his signature half-up, half-down style, and his bangs move as he tilts his head to the side. Suguru’s dark gray button-down shirt is tucked into his pants, his black blazer is draped over his shoulder, and his pointer finger is hooked around the collar. Dark eyes focus on the book you’re trying to put away, and he notes how you barely try to reach it.

“Oooh, so you need my help?”

“Yes, please.”

Thanks to his long legs, it doesn’t take long for Suguru to close the distance between you. You feel him get behind you, pressing his body against yours as he so gently takes the book out of your hand. But he doesn’t simply put the book where it goes and step away from you. No, he presses himself fully against your back, gently shoving you against the bookcase, breasts pressing up against the shelves as he reaches slowly up to return the book to its rightful place.

Suguru notices the hitch in your breath and how every muscle in your shoulder seems tense as he presses harder against you. You can feel everything he has to offer: his toned muscles, the sultry laugh that escapes him, and the erection that's starting to grow within the confines of his pants. It leaves a little to the imagination from the mirror size of his packing. Feeling his twitching cock against the curve of your ass had you shutting your eyes tight as you resisted the urge to rock back against, to grind against that thick, hard cock.

Even though you try to play it cool, your body fails to get the memo. Your trembling legs and flushed skin were a dead giveaway that you were insanely aroused. Suguru isn't doing much better. You can feel his hot breath fanning against the nape of your neck as he slides the book slowly into place. Even when the task is done, he doesn't move. Neither of you dare to move an inch.

“So tell me, princess, is there anything else I can help you with?” He rules his hips slowly against the fat of your ass to emphasize his question. “Or would you prefer for us to go to dinner?”

“Fuck.”

“Huh? What was that Princess? I didn’t quite catch that.” He rolls his hips harder against you, angling them an inch and teasing your clothed cunt.

Your pretty navy blue sun dress, covered in white and pink flowers, rides up. “I said ‘fuck’” Giving in to your urges, you rock back against him, drawing out a grunt from the man behind you. “As in fuck that feels good, fuck you're so hot, and fuck, I want you to fuck me.” It happens so fast that you can barely process what’s going on.

Suguru grabs your hips, pulling you back enough for your ass to stick out while you press your hands against the bookcase. You took your bottom lip between your teeth, moaning as Suguru groped your ass. Your skin is so soft and warm; feeling it against his bare hand makes his cock throb harder. The tension between you is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

All of your fantasies from the long day were finally coming true. Feeling this gorgeous man you had been pining after for months, grabbing your ass, pulling you back, and making you move the way he wanted, was all you had been wanting. You were soaking wet, so goddamn wet for this handsome man. As soft whimpers flowed through your mouth, Suguru was entranced by your skin. It's beautiful and so smooth. He admired how well your pretty little sundress complimented your skin and how stunning you looked bent over like this for him. God, he was going to fuck you so good you forgot your name.

“You're okay with this?” Suguru asked, his fingers inching towards your panties, his index finger slowly rubbing circles over the wet spot on them.

“I just asked you to fuck me~ yes, I'm okay with this.”

“Mmm, just wanna make sure baby.” Long fingers tugged your panties to the side before Suguru slowly began rubbing his thumb over your clit in slow circles.

“Ah~ yes fuck—”

His thumb slowly flicked your sensitive bundle of nerves. “We're going things a bit out of order tonight.” Fingers dipped down, collecting some of your slick arousal before returning to his gentle strokes. “But I hope you know I thoroughly plan on fucking you again after I take you out on a property date.” Your legs shook under his constant movements and dirty words. God, it was getting hard to breathe as more moans began to rise in your throat.

“I-I would be disappointed if you didn't.”

“Oh well, we can't have any of that—” his middle and index finger slid deep inside your cunt, drawing out a loud moan from you. “Can we?”

“Haaah~ fuck—!”

“Yeah, does that feel good?” Suguru watched with a seductive smile as you nodded, words failing to articulate on your tongue. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers like it feels really good~.”

Your hands press harder against the worn spines of the books as you try to look back at Suguru, only every time you try, his fingers just so happen to brush over your g-spot. The pleasurable shocks made it impossible for you to form human words. Seeing your eyes rolling back, as your bottom lips turning a darker shade from how hard you were biting it, only made Suguru plunge his fingers in and out of you faster.

With buckling knees, you cried out softly, the growing tremors of your orgasm rocking through you. An orgasm that was going to leave you a mushy piece of jello. The pressure just kept growing and building, the lid about to pop off when Sughru quickly retracted his fingers out of your soaking cunt. Feeling the loss of his fingers was not what you had been wanting, but before you could even begin to protest, you listened to a belt being unbuckled behind you.

Without the constant salt of his fingers against your weak spot, you were finally able to glance over your shoulder at him. Suguru was a flushed mess; lips were slightly parted, and his eyes were narrowed, focusing on the small of your back before they glanced towards your gaze. He looked absolutely feral, like a starved man sitting before a feast.

You watched closely as he unfastened his pants before pulling his girthy cock out. Suguru jerked himself with a few strokes before grinding it slowly over your wet folds, the tip teasing your clit before he pulled back to press against your entrance before going back towards your clit. It was an agonizing pattern with you hissing under your breath in frustration.

“Geto, please don't tease me.”

“Oooh, but it's so fun watching you squirm.” His long dark hair fell over her shoulder as he bent down, pressing kisses against your shoulder. “Seeing you fall apart so easily makes me want to tease you even more, Princess.”

“N-No, please don't.”

“No?”

“I need you, please, Geto.”

"It's Suguru." He said grabbing your hair tugging on it. "When I'm balls fuckin' deep inside your tight fucking pussy, it's Suguru." He bit down on your earlobe. "Not Geto, not Professor, Suguru."

Without having to be asked a third time, you felt him press the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance. His fast tip stole your breath away as your eyes widened, nails digging into the shelf before you. Suguru slowly inched himself further inside of you, inch by inch, until his raw cock was entirely inside of you.

You were moaning softly as he started thrusting into you with no warning.“Fu-Fuck! A-Ah!, I like the s-sound of that, Suguru! I like this~ fuck! I like you!”

“Mmm, I like you too." He continued to finger fuck you as he pressed his chest against your back. "You also like the thrill, huh?" He angled his hips, pushing against the head of his cock against your g-spot. "Do you like the idea of someone walking in here? Seeing the cute librarian getting fucked?” He nipped at the shell of her ear?

You cried out louder, feeling his cock pushing deeper as he tucked into you at a gentle pace. "Yes~ I love the idea of getting caught with you~"

"Me too." He released the grip on your hair freeing his hand to slap your ass. "Naughty fucking slut." He spread your cheeks, watching his cock slide in and out of your count, a ring of your combined pre-cum forming around his base. "Wanting me to fuck you before I can take you out properly."

“I-I needed you!” His cock is sliding in and out of your gummy walls, brushing over every sweet spot inside of you. He rocks into you and slams into you harder, making the bookcase you're pressing against shake in protest over the force of his thrusts. You keened, whimpering as he rammed into your cervix. "I’ve wanted this so bad, Sugu~~ fuck me; use me like a toy, please!!”

"A toy? Oh fuck no, baby, you're my Princess." His hand roughly moved your back as he wrapped his long, calloused fingers around your neck. Every nerve in your body trembled as he wrapped his hand around your throat. "You’re not a toy, and you never will be.” His fingers tightened around your throat, cutting off your air just a bit.

Your eyes rolled back, your moans becoming higher pitched as he choked you. "Oh god, yes! Suguru!! Sugu, I want to be your Princess; I promise I'll be good to you and do anything to be a good girl!!” Suguru mewled, squeezing tighter as you dropped your hand between your thighs, rubbing fast circles around your clit.

“Baby~ you’re already perfect~ god, I’m going to treat you so good~ fuck!”

"Y-Yeah! M-Me too—me too! I-I’m going to be the best partner." You cried out, turning to try and kiss him, to which he caught your lips in a heated one. "F-Fuck Sugu~ you feel s-so fucking good."

“So do you~ so wet and tight for me~ gonna make me cum~.”

“Y-Yes! Please cum~! I want to cum with you! Please~! Please~!”

Upon hearing your request, Suguru started slamming harder into you. "Alright, babe, cum with me~ cum on my cock." He growled, realizing your throat, dropping both his hands to your hips fucking into you with all his strength. "Cum for me, cum for me, Princess~!" He gritted his teeth before blowing his load, hot cum spurting inside of you.

“O-oooh fuck!” It was the feeling of his orgasm that pulled you over the edge of yours. You screamed as you came, hard gushing around him, rocking back as he panted heavily behind you.

By the time the orgasmic waves finally stopped pulsing through you both, you were both on the ground, his arms wrapped around you as he regained your breathing. He watched as the rays of sunlight highlighted your pretty features as you slowly regained your senses. Only once your breathing was regulated and your eyes were focused again did he gently cup your face, kissing you so softly that it had you melting into his body.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Suguru whispered as he rested his chin on your head. His hands gently rubbed your back as he tried to get the feeling to return to his legs.

“Probably as long as I have.” You snuggle your face into his chest, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and he chuckles softly. “Every Tuesday, I hoped you’d ask me out.”

“Mmm, I was going to, but you beat me to it.” He kissed your forehead, smiling. “I’m glad you did.”

“I am, too.”

Suguru couldn’t help but shut his eyes, relishing the warmth of your body against his. Being with you always made his day; my Tuesdays have been his favorite days of the week. But now that you were wrapped in his arms, and we’re about to go on your actual date Suguru knew in his heart, every day he would spend with you would be his favorite day.

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