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magpiepills · 8 months ago

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Butterfly

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI

Pairing: Joel Miller x f reader

Word count: 1.8k

Summary: Neighbor Joel and his yoga girl neighbor have a little chat.

Warnings: SMUT! f masturbation, PIV, use of sex toys, reader can do yoga, blackmail? infidelity? Perv neighbor? Probably more. Unedited, unbeta’d, unproof-read. I type like that Kermit gif then post it.

A word from the author: idk friends. Here’s a bit more of what’s going on with pervert Joel and his yoga girl neighbor. I’m so grateful and happy that yall are enjoying this. There will be one more part!

Part 1, Part 2

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The house had been quiet, with your husband picking up extra shifts and out of the house more, you found ways to occupy yourself. On a nice day, you decided a little yoga in the sun rather than your stuffy bedroom would be just what you needed.

You roll out your mat, open your app to follow along with a vinyasa flow, and close your eyes. You breathe deep, grounding breaths, melting into your stretches.

It felt good, made you feel relaxed and grounded and more in your body than in your head. It made you feel sexy to move your body, the ways you stretched. You promised yourself that this would be your new routine.

On the second day you felt a bit self conscious. You saw the shadowed silhouette in the upstairs window, your neighbor, a single man living alone, and apparently a fan of yoga.

You didn’t look at his window again. If it was a coincidence that he was looking out his window while you stretched and bent you didn’t want to draw attention to yourself. If he was watching you, you didn’t want to know that either. It made you feel nervous and giddy that your hot neighbor might be watching you bending over, spreading your legs, twisting yourself into suggestive poses. It didn’t stop you, though.

So what if he looked, right? You weren’t doing anything wrong, just exercising in your back yard. Nothing untoward or scandalous about that and Joel has never been anything but friendly and polite. If you got a small thrill along with your workout, all the better for everyone.

By the third day you were certain he was watching. He must have thought he was out of sight, down in the bottom corner of the window, but you spotted him, his graying curls, his dark stare that was glued to your every move. The window was empty when you walked the dog, when you got the newspaper from the porch, and when you walked to the mailbox, but as soon as you came out for yoga, there he was, like he knew your schedule and would wait for you.

You dripped into your leggings and added ten minutes to your workout. When you finished, you went inside and showered, taking the handheld shower head and directing the stream to wash over your throbbing clit, giving yourself an orgasm while you moaned his name and imagined him there with you. Your fingers couldn’t reach deep enough, didn’t stretch you the way you were certain that Joel would.

Later that night you’d tried again, pulling up porn with men like Joel; older, sturdy, deep voiced, confident. You edged yourself, pressing your vibrator against your clit, pushing just the tip into your clenching entrance the way you imagined him teasing you until you begged, then pulling away before you could reach your climax. You did it again and again, thinking of his chest and arms and the sweat that darkened his shirt when you’d see him mowing his lawn, and then crying his name into your pillow when you finally let yourself come.

It still wasn’t enough. There was no beard scratching your chest, your neck, your thighs. No hands on your hips, no lips on yours. Instead of satisfying you, it just made you needier, and that need led you to bolder and bolder deeds.

It was the dirtiest secret. Every afternoon you pretended not to see him while you positioned yourself for maximum exposure. Your ass toward his window, back arched, wiggling just so. You pushed your chest forward, nipples hard against the tight Lycra of your thin top.

You carried on, abandoning the illusion of good form to try to tease your voyeur, then went inside and imagined what he’d say when you rode him, or wondered what his shirt smelled like while you clenched around your own inadequate fingers. You considered standing outside and turning on the garden hose, putting on a little wet tshirt contest with you as the sole participant and Joel the lone audience member and judge under the very innocent and reasonable explanation that it was summer in Texas and you needed to cool off.

By day five you were masturbating before and after yoga. You were so amped up every time you spied him

In his spot you thought you might be able to come from just thinking about him. You fucked your husband before he left with your eyes shut tight so you could pretend he was your neighbor.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked, beaming at you as he lay on the bed, having just been used as an unwitting prop in your sick fantasy. Maybe you’d feel guilty later. For now, you’d just feel cum leaking out of you while you held your knees wide open on your yoga mat and imagined it was Joel’s and that he was watching it trickle from your pussy before scooping it up with two big fingers and pushing it back inside.

If you’ve gone off the deep end you don’t care. Inside of a week you’d turned from friendly neighbor with a harmless crush to shameless trollop whose only thoughts came directly from her pussy. You'd figure out the implications and consequences later.

On day six you pulled out all the stops. You moved slowly and deliberately, making up your own routine of the most suggestive poses you knew. As you modified a butterfly stretch to lift your tits, you found Joel through your eyelashes and you would swear he had licked his lips. It broke something in you.

You feigned the heat was worse than it was, made a show of modesty, checking that you were otherwise alone, and stripped down.

The sunshine and the light breeze felt so good against your bare skin. You explored your body, running your hands over your hips and thighs and belly. You were sticky with sweat, and you felt prickly with all your pent up longing.

You skated your fingertips over your stiff nipples and down to your pulsing, needy cunt. If he was going to watch, you might as well give him something to remember. Maybe he would feel even a fraction of the fiery, desperate frustration you had felt.

You didn’t have a plan. None of this was planned. You slid your middle finger over your folds and spread your wetness over your clit and around your lips, feeling it cool slightly on your skin. You were just playing there, teasing yourself without serious intention, you decided you’d just do what felt good for a while, let Joel have a good long look, then go back in.

You knew he was there. You saw his shadowed silhouette. You hoped he liked what he saw, hoped he was touching himself, hoped he was imagining you on your knees for him. You edged yourself twice, careful not to make a sound above a heavy breath. You stroked your wet pussy, blinked your eyes as you breathed deeply, staving off your release, and let your eyes find his window, empty.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you’d let your pathetic, horny housewife delusions get the better of you and maybe you’ve just humiliated yourself.

Immediately you thought of your husband, your other neighbors, your friends, the rumors that would surely spread about the whore of Rancher Street. Panic and regret gripped you so hard you could scarcely breathe.

And then you heard it.

A groan, deep and stifled from the other side of the fence.

Play it cool, you tell yourself. You wrap a handy beach towel around yourself and put on a mask of curiosity and concern when you peek over the fence and find Joel slumped in the dirt. His cheeks are flushed, his cock is out, and he looks exactly like you’ve been feeling.

“Joel, what’s going on? What happened?” You ask, wide-eyed.

He stammers and hurries to cover his body, trying to minimize his embarrassment and the evidence of what he had just done.

“It’s not- it’s not what it looks like,” he says, “I’m just, uh, I’m sorry I just…”

“Just what?” you coo and drop to your knees to peek at him through the fence, “were you watching me, Joel?” You tsk, but flutter your eyelashes, watching with bubbling delight as he flounders, shaking his head, unable to come up with an explanation for why he’s on the ground next to a wide gap in the fence slats with cum on his jeans.

“I didn’t know you were a peeping Tom, Joel.”

It angers him, you calling him a peeping Tom. He stands quickly, then, turning to hastily zip back into his jeans, before stepping close to the fence and peering down at you.

“And I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist who was going to strip naked and touch herself right out in the open where anyone could see!” His voice is deep and hushed, but with a heat that excites you.

“You’re out here every day as soon as your husband leaves just begging for attention. Don’t act innocent now that you got it.”

“Only one watching was you, Joel. You had a front row seat, didn’t you?” you look up at him sweetly, putting both palms against the fence right about where his hips are on the other side.

Joel makes a low, rumbling sound and looks down, gripping the fence tightly. If he were a younger man he’d be hard again at the sight of you on your knees in front of him, fence or not.

“What about your husband? Does Marcus know you’re out here puttin’ on shows?”

You stand slowly and lift up onto your tiptoes, holding onto the fence between Joel’s wide, rough hands, leaving just inches between your faces.

“All he knows is how much hornier I’ve been this week. I had to ride him twice this morning,” you confess, looking right into your neighbor’s dark, searching eyes.

Joel nods softly, “But ya still had to come out here and act up, huh? Ain’t gettin enough?”

You hum in agreement, “you liked watching. Saw you every day.”

Joel hums back, eyes heavy lidded and dark.

“Well, what are we going to do about this?” he asks, and you take a step away from the fence, adjusting your towel.

“I don’t know, Joel. I think we have a problem. Marcus won’t be too happy if he finds out you’ve been prowling around. All I wanted to do was a little yoga in my yard. Maybe you’d better come over and figure out how to explain this.”

You don’t wait for Joel to agree or argue before turning to go back inside, dropping the towel that covered you and folding it over your arm, hips swaying tantalizing as Joel watches you disappear in your house.

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ukeshik · 5 months ago

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Armin Arlert x fem.reader

TW: 18+ content, first experience(for both), loud sex, light femdom (in beginning), handjob, cumshot, kunilingus, very sweet, soft and gentle, SOOOOO comfort

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"Oh my God.... Ah... this is.... Mmm, ha...." from his barely parted lips, these moans came out, so sweet, so pleasant and affectionate. His high-pitched voice just went through your body and stayed there, making you already squeeze your legs from the excitement you were starting to feel at that moment. You didn't understand how a person's voice could be like that, how sounds could flow through the air, envelop you, sink into your ears, making you shiver through your whole body. That's exactly what Armin's moans were like. Sweet as wild flower honey, which stretches down in a trickle, folding in smooth steps.

Guess you just ran out of patience. You are tired of this cute boy looking too beautiful and sexy, and absolutely denies it, which is why you can't get any more pleasure from him than hugs and kisses. Although you're sure that he could use it all the time and fuck the whole city if he wanted, just by looking at some girl with his big clear eyes and winking after her.

You just liked boys who cum. Especially thin, light-skinned boys who quietly (although it seemed to you, being in an empty room in which there were no other sounds, that he was doing it insanely loudly) moan under your hands, their cock twitches from their own excitement, and the head beats against a flat stomach, on which his muscles are so beautifully manifested, the moment you let go of their length, leaving them just twitching.

You and he didn't have any experience before. Apart from jerking off in the middle of the night when both were thinking about each other. But it was enough for you just to see Armin with a morning boner once to clearly decide that you fucking want this guy. Even though he was not the tallest, not the strongest build (although his body definitely had muscles, the military department definitely worked on his body), Arlert still seemed very hot to you. Too much. And what you saw that morning made you almost ache with desire.

So now you were sitting in a chair across from Armin, sitting on the edge of his bed, clutching the blankets with your palms while you tightly squeezed his throbbing cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and his cheeks burned red because he still couldn't come to terms with his nakedness.

His brown trousers and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, and a white short-sleeve shirt was unbuttoned and open, which hung on his elbows because he did not have the strength to take it off completely, and it was the only thing that somehow covered him.

You never thought that you would feel so calm, so open during your first time, and even more so to be in charge of this process. But when you met a partner like Armin, you realized that you would definitely dominate. You had enough confidence to make this boy moan with pleasure and cum.

So in the beginning, when you were just sitting on his bed and he kissed you, lightly touching you with his lips, gently holding your head in his hands, stroking your soft cheeks with his thumbs, and then you suggested... doing something more serious. And then you slowly moved your lips from his lips to his cheek, down to the sharp line of his jaw, smoothly flowing to his neck, gently kissed the trembling adam's apple. "Would you like me to... well, we... something more intimate." at the moment, you were a little lost and didn't know what to say. You wanted to get permission from Armin first, and only then act, because if he's not ready for this yet, you definitely didn't want to put pressure on him. "No, I... I absolutely don't mind, sweet, I've always wanted it, and you're amazing, and I always want you, I mean, I... only if you want to, but you might be disappointed, and I'm afraid of that, and..." Arlert rattled off all this quickly, looking away from you, clearly not expecting you to immediately start unbuttoning his shirt and talking about how handsome and amazing he is.

He involuntarily tried to squeeze his legs when you began to slowly and carefully take off his pants and gray boxers, but your knees between them prevented this. Armin was burning all over, his skin was insanely hot, and his face was red: his cheeks, nose, and ears were on fire. "Sweet, you don't have to...." cover your face when his erect, damn hard cock is in the air and in your sight. He wanted to just pull his pants back on and run away, or just cover his aroused organ with his hands, but at the same time... he wanted it so much. "Armin. The sun." you began to speak softly, slightly rising from the chair on which you were sitting so that your face was in front of him, to make it seem as if you did not see his trembling cock, but only looked into his eyes. "You're amazing. You look absolutely gorgeous. You have nothing to be shy about, you look very beautiful, just incredible."

Now you squeezed his length harder and moved your hand faster up and down, immediately seeing this reaction: how his mouth opened, how his blond eyelashes fluttered, and the pelvic muscles tensed even more. "Sweet, I can't... o my gosh, ah..." Armin couldn't speak clearly, he was constantly breaking down into moans and heavy breaths of air. "it's too... too good..."

He was so damn sensitive. Too much. When you just touched his bulge in his pants, Armin had already jumped on the spot. His nerve endings couldn't handle it because no one had touched him in such places before. Although, he had almost the same reaction to your every touch. The way you ran your hand over his abs after you unbuttoned his shirt, the way you played with the skin above the edge of his boxers, causing his hips to tremble in a spasm.

And you definitely didn't expect Arlert to be so responsive. He absolutely couldn't hold back his moans, because for all the time that you were playing with his cock, he didn't stop talking for a second. You thought that Armin would be as silent and not involved in the process as possible, but... he exceeded all his expectations.

"It seems to me... mmmm, ah... if you continue the same way, I will finish soon..." Armin chirped softly, in his high voice, opening his eyes for a second, but as soon as he saw you running your hand over his slippery cock, collecting from above the head what had managed to flow out of him, when he saw your face in front of him, and with what a soft smile and gentle eyes you looked at him, he immediately closed his eyes back, letting out another moan, this time much louder.

When you heard his words, you slowed down and began to move your hand again in very slow movements, going down to his balls for a long time, and back up to the tip, running your thumb along the urethra. Damn, he had such a beautiful dick. Not huge, absolutely normal, good size, slightly curved, with a bright pink head that you wanted to try to lick, see how this boy would react to it, how he would cover his face with his long fingers and moan again in his sweet voice.

«Sweet, it’s… oh, you…” Armin really couldn't connect two words. He was really just basking in the pleasure that you gave him. When you saw this, you accelerated again and thought that you could already let him finish. You've already tormented him with your gentle soft hands long enough to make him suffer even more. Armin was already a great guy for holding out for so long, because you thought he would come much sooner. Armin was already a great guy for holding out for so long, because you thought he would cum much sooner. Probably because according to your ideas, if he does something similar to you, you will cum in less than ten minutes. «love, you… ah….!”

Your hand movements became much tougher and faster, and Armin almost fell back onto the sheets, unable to cope with it. You wanted to see this: how he cums, how his mouth opens in a final moan, and his hot sperm sprays from the tip of his cock, staining his stomach and chest, going down from the tip over your fingers.

"ahhh, it's too good, toogoodforme, I'm coming soon, ah, there are napkins on the table..." Armin muttered quickly, whose thighs were shaking from the imminent orgasm. Damn it, this boy was even thinking about you at such a moment, that suddenly it would be unpleasant for you to feel his discharge in this form.

You looked at those napkins and, continuing to jerk off his hard smooth cock, reached for the napkins with one hand, solely in order to wipe his body later so that he would definitely feel comfortable. You definitely weren't going to let him cum on a napkin. You wanted to see it in all its glory. You wanted Armin to see it for himself and understand that there is nothing wrong with it, and that he just has to enjoy the moment and feel his sexuality and beauty.

«I’m..I'm cumming, sweet, take a napkin... oh, my God!" accelerating to the maximum pace, you even grabbed the edge of the table standing next to you on the side, making final movements, after which Armin's muscles shook, and these high, such sweet loud guttural moans escaped from your chest, from which you yourself almost cum.

Arlert was surprised when he realized that you didn't move to take something in order to collect his secretions, and he wanted to do it on his own, but he couldn't do anything anymore, because the orgasm hit him so abruptly and so hard that his arms just gave way and he fell on his back. From the tip of his cock, his white, warm sperm flew out in a strong stream, staining his lower abdomen, flowing into his navel, reaching almost to his chest. Now he absolutely couldn't hold back, forgetting that the neighbors could hear him.

When the main wave of his orgasm passed, his cum began to flow down your cock and down your arm. For the first time, you felt the warmth of sperm, as a thick liquid envelops your fingers. When Armin calmed down more or less, his voice subsided, and his cock stopped spewing secretions, you let go of your hand from his cock, and just looked at your boyfriend for a few seconds. He was breathing very heavily, his chest heaving with each deep breath that his sharp ribs began to show under the skin. His eyes were still closed, and his mouth was wide open, frozen in a silent moan.

«sweet, oh my god… ah…. It was… gosh, it was so good... it's so amazing, babe, you did it so good...” Armin muttered softly, trying to recover from this. It was definitely his best and strongest orgasm of his entire life.

"I know, honey. You did a very good job too. You were very good, honey." you said softly as his cum dripped from your fingers onto his sheet. It was the first time you made a boy cum. And for the first time, when you saw cum live. And you wanted to try it. You knew about what it was like approximately, but…

Without warning, you bent down and just licked the hot red tip of his cock, collecting all the juices that remained and the tops. You felt this unusual taste, felt the warmth of his flesh. You felt what kind of skin is on the cock, what kind of taste and temperature it is, how smooth and pliable it is.

«sweet…? Are you.. oh gosh-“ at first, Armin didn't understand what was going on with his cock, because it definitely wasn't your gentle fingers, but something else, softer, hotter and wet.... "You don't have to...! Ah, you don't have to do this if you don't want to, babe, you..." a little panic seized him, but it was too good for him to say anything else. It's unlikely he'll be able to come after that, but just feeling your tongue on him was already something divine.

When you let go of his cock from your hands and mouth, you straightened up, and while Armin was recovering, you just looked at him. It seemed to you that this was the best view in the world that you could see. How his discharge glitters in the light from the lamp on the table, the result of his pleasure, how it looks on his toned muscles, how his cock fell exhausted on his stomach....

"Oh God, I'm sorry, it's... such a mess, didn't mean to..." Armin began to mutter softly when he finally opened his eyes and tried to sit back down, and saw what he had done. You just sat mesmerized, holding your hand on his hip, and couldn't get enough of the sight. Only then did you realize what he was talking about.

You knew that you really needed to put him in order a little, but ... at first you just bent down and wrapped your arm around his neck, gently kissed him, touching the boy's lips. At first, Armin was taken aback, but only then was he finally able to relax and gently answer you, with his eyes closed, gently crushing your lips between his own. "I love you, Armin. You did great. It was just amazing..." you whispered softly into his lips, now afraid to open your eyes to look at him. You cherished this moment too much to lose it.

"And I love you too, sweet. It was... very good. Very much." Arlert replied softly, feeling the cum trickle down his stomach. "But... babe, let me return the favor. Let me please you." You, focused on getting your boy to cum, completely forgot that he might want to... give you credit too. You didn't think at all that Armin would want to please you too.

You just nodded your head, not knowing what to say. A little panic has arisen in you because this will also be the first time when someone forces you to have an orgasm. But when Armin clung to your lips again, gently tasting them, feeling his salinity on them, you relaxed, and just gave yourself up to feelings, deciding to move with the flow.

Arlert briefly interrupted the kiss to take a napkin and wipe off the remnants of his pleasure, but as soon as it was over, he gently pulled you back to him, kissing you gently, gently, lightly running his tongue over your lower lip. Armin pulled you to him, grabbing you under his arm, and you were about to move onto his lap, but he wouldn't let you do it, instead laying you on the bed.

After making sure that you were comfortably settled on the mattress, Armin clung to you again, kissing you more confidently, more deeply and passionately. His tongue made its way into your mouth and gently intertwined with your own, feeling your and his saliva in your mouth, which was already just starting to flow out of their mouths, staining their lips and chins. Meanwhile, the boy managed to pull his Boxers and pants back on, as he still felt very embarrassed about his nakedness, although he left them unbuttoned.

After enjoying your lips enough, Armin began to slowly descend down your delicate chin to your sweet neck, exploring it with his lips and tongue. He ran his lips along the front of your throat, moved to the rapidly pulsating vein, running his tongue over them, and went further closer to your ear, and when he noticed that you twitched when he touched a specific place under your ear, where the cervical ligament was, he stayed there, paying more attention to this place attention. I kissed him gently, ran my tongue over him, gently bit him, feeling how your hips clenched from his touch, and barely audible moans escaped from your mouth, which you tried so hard to restrain.

Armin has remembered this place for the future and will always kiss you there. Long and sweet. But now he has reached the edge of the collar of your soft hoodie (or rather, it was once his hoodie, because only now he realized that he had not been able to find one of the same gray one for a long time), burying his face in it to reach your bulging collarbones. "Can I... take it off? Armin asked softly, briefly tearing himself away from your skin to look at you and hear your permission.

It was only when he heard you say yes to him that he hooked his fingers around the edge of the hoodie and gently began to lift it up. You deliberately sat up on the bed so that it would be easier for him to take off this hoodie that is not needed at the moment, and fell back onto the mattress with a heavy exhale, looking at Armin towering over your body, sitting on his knees between your legs.

Before he could cling back to your body, his spirit had already been intercepted. Damn it, you were still dressed, in your buggy jeans and a soft bra that hugged your breasts so beautifully... Armin swallowed hard and leaned back towards you, gently tracing a line of kisses from your neck to your collarbones and chest. "You look amazing, sweet.” He murmured softly, sucking on the skin under your collarbone, feeling your chest rise with every breath. God, he wanted to taste those sweet peaks so much, they looked so good wrapped in a bra fabric. It seemed to him that his cock was starting to harden again, but he was not ready for another orgasm.

Having thoroughly enjoyed your upper part of the skin, Armin continued to go down, passing between your breasts with sweet kisses, stopping on your soft stomach, kissing every inch of the skin. He noticed how the muscles of your pelvis began to tremble when he passed his lips over the skin closer to the lower abdomen, above the edge of your jeans.

"Can I..." Armin was about to ask, but was immediately interrupted by you, who wrapped her palm around his forearm, "Hey, Armin. You can do anything to me. You don't have to ask my permission every time. You can do anything." You said softly, gently stroking his sinewy forearm.

Looking into his clear blue eyes, his rosy cheeks, you felt only love and a slight excitement, just because you got just such a man. He was so good. Hearing your words, Armin nodded weakly, moved his hands to the fly of your jeans, unbuttoning them with slightly trembling fingers. Taking hold of the edge, he began to take them off you, and you lifted your hips up for convenience, allowing your beloved to take off the bottom.

It seemed to him that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. When he saw your breasts in a bra, he was ready to faint, but when you lifted your hips while he was pulling off your jeans, seeing your simple underwear, how your pubic bone bulges, seeing your pelvic bones, seeing the place where your clit should be, just the place where your pussy is... oh my God....

Swallowing hard, Armin tossed your jeans onto the chair where your hoodie was already lying. It took him a few deep breaths to decide to keep moving on. After kissing your fragile knee several times, he spoke again. "sweet... if you don't want to, I can stop and..."

You really appreciated Armin's care. You appreciated it very much, and loved him for it with all your soul. But at that moment, you just wanted to roll your eyes, and for him to act more confidently and decisively. "Armin." you said his name more firmly, looking at him with wide eyes. Of course, you felt a little nervous, lying in front of a guy already almost naked. "I so fucking want you. And I've already said that you can do whatever you think is necessary. I already told you: yes." you answered in a gentle voice, slightly rising on your forearms, while Armin silently listened to you.

"Okay, okay, I get it." He muttered, a little embarrassed. But it was already damn hard for him to see you in just your underwear, which now he will have to take off you, see you completely naked, and also... oh my God, that stain on your panties. A wet spot. Everything inside him shrank, both his insides and his hearts. It took all his courage to lean back towards you.

"Then we need to... take this off too," Armin said softly, sliding his hands under your back to unbutton your bra. His heart was pounding madly as he clumsily stretched the fasteners, and when he did, he was afraid to move on, pull the straps off your fragile shoulders and expose your chest. Armin just hung up, so you sat down on the bed again, and took it off yourself, throwing it on a chair with the rest of the things, looking straight into his eyes.

It seems his heart just stopped at that moment. When you confidently threw your bra aside and stood in front of him in this form, he really tried to look you in the eye, but as soon as you lay back again, his gaze dropped to your breasts, and he could not look away. Their beautiful roundness, softness and protruding soft nipples drove him crazy. Then Armin clearly told himself that he would not back down tonight. And never again.

Although you acted confidently, you shrank inside yourself. It's the first time you've let a guy see your breasts. You knew you looked good, very good, but seeing Armin's stunned look, how lost he looked at the moment, how his cheeks flushed even more, you shrank inside. Relaxation came to you when Arlert was getting old. "Sweet... you look incredible… you are amazing..." Armin murmured with delight, and leaned towards you again, quickly kissing your lips.

He realized that he shouldn't slow down so much and be too careful. Therefore, after gently kissing you, Armin went down again and ... after looking at your breasts for a few more seconds, he gently kissed the skin between your breasts, feeling your natural smell. Damn it, it felt too good. You smelled just great, and you looked the same. "you look very beautiful... very..." Armin murmured softly and continued to kiss your chest.

He again liked the huge amount of strength to decide to move to your chest fully. Finally, he slowly moved to one of the halves, gently kissing the halos of your mammary glands, after which he got to the nipple itself, gently kissing its tip, which caused you to twitch your whole body, and a quiet moan came out of your mouth. Armin just barely touched you, and you were already reacting like this. Although, to be honest, you were ready to cum right now, even when Armin hadn't even had time to touch your pussy yet.

"Is everything okay? Is something wrong? Are you uncomfortable?" Armin immediately began to ask excitedly, immediately tearing himself away from your surface and looking at your face. He was really worried that he might be doing something wrong and that you didn't like it.

"everything is... just great. Stunningly. Armin, please don't worry, you're doing everything just perfectly..." you replied in a weak voice, just wishing Armin's lips were in that place again.

After hearing your words, he finally realized that your slight cramp and moans were just confirmation that you felt good from his touch. This clearly gave Armin an incentive and he began to feel much more confident, which is why he immediately returned his lip to your breast and gently cupped your nipple. Having crushed it in his lips, he gently licked it, tasting you. It was really sweet, and so pleasant, so soft and good, for him and for you in particular.

He lightly rubbed your nipple with his tongue, moving it up and down, after which he gently kissed the top again and wrapped his lips around your breast much more confidently, sucking your skin and nipples into himself, and released it from his mouth with a loud squelch. Seeing that you like it, Armin moved on to your other half of your chest, running a wet trail of kisses along the middle of your chest.

The thought that soon he would touch your innermost middle, see and touch this pussy, these labia, clit and hole, it all haunted him and he was really just afraid. But when he saw how you bent under his touch, how your back bent slightly while he played with your tender nipples with his tongue, how quiet moans flew out of your chest, how his name flew from your tongue tip, Armin realized that he was doing everything right, you like everything and you definitely want it.

So slowly, with his heart pounding madly in his chest, Arlert began to slowly descend down to your stomach again. Leaving another huge portion of kisses on your skin, on your ribs, above your navel, under your navel, at the edge of your modest cotton panties, which made you twitch violently. Armin even stopped because of this, raising his eyes to you again, as if asking if everything was okay, but... you were just so damn sensitive that your muscles started to shudder just from touching the lower abdomen, on the muscles closer to the pubis, and you couldn't do anything about it. Your body just trembled and shuddered from touching in these places. "It's okay. This is... normal. It's just... too good for me." you replied softly, after which he continued to move on.

Slightly lowering himself down on the bed, Armin settled himself comfortably between your legs and began to conduct a gentle path of kisses starting from your knee down your leg to the inside of your thigh, making you tremble and squirm under his touch. You really couldn't do anything about it, you couldn't control how your legs were very visibly shaking because of all this, especially when Armin lightly sucked the skin of your thigh, and his head accidentally poked the top of your pussy, which almost made you jump.

God, Armin was going crazy while kissing your hips. They were so soft, so gentle, and you were... so worked up. You was as responsive to all touch as he was. But it gave him a lot of confidence, knowing that you were reacting like that, and that you really only felt pleasure from it all. And when he saw it clearly on your cables, which only got bigger while the tone was kissing your body, he was ready to just pass out on the spot.

And being so dangerously close to your crotch, he felt. Damn it, he could smell your pussy and his head was blurry because of it.

"God, you smell stunning, sweet.” Armin muttered thoughtlessly into the skin of your thigh, completely not expecting that he would be able to utter such an obscenity out loud. Once he got a taste, he couldn't wait to taste this pussy, taste it, find out how her skin felt, how smooth and hot it was. And when you heard these words from Armin's mouth, you just opened your mouth in a silent moan, because it sounded so damn hot....

Your heart started beating even faster when you realized that soon Armin would touch you there. You were already madly aching with desire, your whole body was on fire, and between your legs was just crazy, so your clit craved touching it. You were ready to cum from the very first touches, you were so excited all the time while you were jerking off Armin's cock, and he was kissing your body.

Remembering that you told him that he could do whatever he wanted and that he didn't need permission to do anything, Armin only raised his eyes to yours for a second to get your tacit confirmation that he could take off your panties and start... What you and he have been waiting for.

"Lift your hips for me, sweet..." Armin muttered in a quiet, drunken voice because of you, hooking his fingers around the edge of your panties, and when you really lifted your hips to help pull off the last piece of clothing, Armin just closed his eyes, unable to look at your core, which was exposed in front of him, as soon as he pulled the fabric of the panties down to your knees, and then pulled them off completely, throwing them somewhere to the side when you lifted your legs up and helped him take them off.

When the last piece of fabric that somehow covered you disappeared, you wanted to bring your legs together and close up, but Armin's body, located between your legs, did not allow you to do this, so your ankles just rested on his shoulders, and your knees squeezed his head. Probably, it was after that that Armin was able to open his eyes and see your pussy shining because of the lubricant that had leaked out all this time, and he thought that this was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Because it only took him a few seconds to look at your pussy, enjoy the view of it, see the pea of the clit, and then furiously cling to your pussy with his mouth. He didn't even have to massage your clit with his fingers before that, so that the lubricant was released and there were no exclusively those alkaline secretions that remained in the vagina, you were already fucking wet.

Your back arched in a crazy arc when Armin finally lowered his head between your legs. It was too pleasant. First, he ran his tongue all over your pussy, licked the soft folds of your outer and inner labia, tasting your sweet-sour juices. But when Armin made his way further inside, and more confidently ran a soft tongue over your burning clit, it made you just howl and grab the sheets, squeezing them in your fingers, while loud moans escaped from your chest, which you could not restrain.

According to some videos from the Internet, he remembered that girls prefer either slow, sweeping movements with their whole tongue, or fast and sharp with the tip of a hard tongue. Armin realized a long time ago that porn videos cannot be trusted, so he tried to rely on other knowledge, but now, feeling panic because he did not know how to do everything right, and the great pleasure that he himself gives pleasure to someone, Armin decided to try everything.

And while he was trying to taste you, he ran his tongue in slow circles over your clit, feeling how it throbbed and how hot it was. It was clearly a little swollen and slightly raised, so this sweet clit was very pleasant and comfortable to lick.

Armin had never thought that giving pleasure to someone was so pleasant, even better than having fun. Because your moans, the way you squirmed under his tongue, the way your legs trembled was much more satisfying than when you made him come. No, of course, he liked it too, but knowing that you felt good, good because of him, was much better. So he tried his best. He was looking for the best way to lick your clit: he swung his tongue flat on it, sucked it with his lips, releasing it with a loud sound, and quickly clicked it with the tip of his tongue. But it seems that you responded insanely strongly to everything. Just because you couldn't hold back. But…

Damn it, you came too fast. It took you less than five minutes of Armin's tongue moving on yourself before you grabbed his hair and came as hard as you've never come in your life. No hands, no fingers. This is all due to your overexcitation and high sensitivity, because you were definitely not used to touching in such places. But it was definitely something you could get used to.

"Yes, yes... honey, yes, that's it.... Faster..." you muttered softly when you realized that your orgasm was already approaching. You grabbed his hair, involuntarily pulling his head closer to you while your hips squeezed his head on the sides. You couldn't leave your legs apart, just because they were shaking too much and coming together on their own, every time Armin ran his tongue over your clit or hole, picking up another portion of your lubricant.

After hearing your words, Armin continued to pull your clit with the tip of his tongue and lips with confident firm movements, putting all his strength and emotions into it. While he was shamelessly licking you, his hands wrapped around you under your hips, gently stroking them, periodically flowing to your soft stomach, running his fingertips over your pelvic bones and under your navel. You were so soft and gentle, smelling delicious and just incredibly amazing.

When you stopped talking and only grabbed his hair roots harder, squeezing his head with your hips even harder and falling silent, somehow Armin realized that at this moment he needed to move even better. Therefore, his tongue moved more actively on your clit, and his hands clung to your hips, leaving red finger marks on them. All you could hear was heavy breathing in and out, very heavy, as if you were struggling with something, and soon it made itself felt.

The orgasm has overwhelmed you. In principle, you have always experienced quite strong orgasms yourself, but what you have experienced now... It was growing fast in you and everything was getting ready to burst into crazy sparks, which happened. It went dark in front of your eyes, and a mindless, insane pleasure spread through your body, and you squeezed your legs even harder to feel it better. you completely forgot that Armin was still there, who kept licking your current pussy, but damn.... When you collapsed back onto the bed and finally let out a loud exhale with moans, because while you were feeling all this, you just weren't breathing. It was too much. It feels like you blacked out for a few seconds because everything was still swimming in front of your eyes.

It was only when your body, your legs completely relaxed, and fell exhausted onto the mattress that Armin stopped. He looked up at your almost immobilized body, only your chest was rising high with your breathing while you were trying to catch your breath from orgasm. It seemed as if you couldn't move, your muscles relaxed so much after that.

"My God, Armin..." you muttered only after a minute or more, and then barely audibly, because you had no strength, absolutely nothing. "This is... this is... fucking, this is too good." you managed to squeeze out of yourself with your eyes closed, trying to move at least your hand.

"You're amazing, babe. It's incredible." Armin replied softly, and finally got up, getting out of your legs, leaving a kiss on your knee, on your stomach, on your neck and on your forehead along the way, after which he moved over and lay down next to you, pressing his forehead against your temple.

#aot #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #armin arlert x y/n #armin arlert x you #armin arlert smut #armin arlert x reader #armin smut #armin x reader #armin aot #snk armin #armin arlert #armin arlet x reader

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antiquarianfics · 5 months ago

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Don’t Think About It

Maybe admitting how you feel isn’t the worst thing?

a/n: this is so unproofed, but who cares? daddy made you some content; it’s your favorite. open wide. (i’m sorry for calling myself ‘daddy’)

warnings: none?

note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to copy, repost, or translate my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and/or reblog.

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Bucky groans and clicks the TV off, throwing the remote on the coffee table unceremoniously as he leans back into the loveseat. You raise an eyebrow at his dramatics, an amused smile pulling at your lips.

“You alright there?” You tease, poking him in the shoulder.

Bucky gives you a pointed look, but his lips tick up in a tiny smile when he looks at you.

“I’m just sick of watching your ‘news.’” He does air quotes with his hands around “news.”

“Why’s that?”

“Uh,” he starts, looking around the room as he gestures widely. “It’s dumb, doll.”

“Hey!”

“It is,” he says curtly. “It doesn’t matter if two random celebrities are being seen together, or if one famous person unfollowed another famous person, or if that one offhand comment a singer made was actually a secret easter egg for a new music video.” He rolls his eyes. You scoff dramatically in mock offense.

“How dare you! It’s not stupid! It’s entertaining.” You nod your head and try to put on an expression of the utmost sincerity.

Bucky laughs. “Yeah, how so?”

“Sometimes they talk about us.”

This gets his attention—his interest.

“Us? Us, us?” His eyes lock in yours.

“No, the Avengers,” you shrug. “It’s kind of funny the things they think about our lives. Either way, though, I kind of like hearing about what celebrity is mad at who, which celebrity is crushing on who.” You sigh. “It’s fun.”

“Crushes are dumb,” Bucky says. It’s abrupt and matter of fact. It takes you off guard, but you find yourself going along with it without thinking much about it. Truth is, though, you will go along with a lot Bucky says without really thinking your words over first; it’s as if your desire to impress him and attract his attention takes over.

“Oh, yeah,” you scoff, “for sure. Crushes are so dumb. They make me act so stupid in front of people I like.” You laugh.

“You always act stupid, though,” Bucky teases, shoving your arm a little with his hand. The cool of his metal arm feels nice in its brief contact against your skin.

“Yeah,” you chuckle nervously, rubbing your arm where he pushed you. “I wouldn’t think too much about that.”

Bucky gives you a look, blue eyes piercing your person; you feel your cheeks heat up as you attempt to keep your attention on anything but him.

“Why not?” Bucky asks, breaking a long silence.

You make eye contact with him, shrugging nonchalantly.

“No, no. Doll, don’t backtrack now. Why not?” Bucky pushes, shifting in his seat so that he’s properly facing you.

“Let’s just say I don’t act so stupid in front of Sam and leave it at that, okay?”

Bucky fights a smirk off his face. “You act stolid in front of Sam, though.”

“If you saw me act stupid in front of Sam, then I wasn’t alone with Sam, now was I?”

“So I make you act stupid?”

“I’m responsible for my own actions.”

“And you act stupid in front of people you have a crush on.”

“I admitted to that.”

“So that must mean…”

“2 plus 2 is 4, yes.”

Bucky grins. “Sorry, Doll. I’m not great at numbers. Mind putting that into words for me?”

You glare at the man in front of you, your face feeling unbelievably hot.

“I act stupid in front of my crushes, and I act stupid in front of you.”

“Go on.”

“Because I have a crush on you.” You swallow and look anywhere but him.

“There’s my girl,” he says softly, his hand cupping to it cheek and turning you to face him.

You say nothing, just stare at him, butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. He smiles before leaning in and kissing you softly, the coarseness of his stubble tickling your face. His lips are soft, and is lips move expertly against yours. He doesn’t pull away until you’re both out of breath.

“Still think my ‘news’ is stupid?” You tease. He shakes his head, chuckling, and leans back in for another kiss.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #marvel x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x you

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tammyu-2 · 19 days ago

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hiii i have another request pleaseeee 2012 leo meeting for the first time!

I love these.

This one is a bit cleche I must admit. But cute over all

TMNT 2012 LEO MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

No mention of gender, gender neutral, some swearing, no mention of y/n, Leo being a dork, unproof read.

Leo was actually my first fav when I started watching tmnt

You were a very busy person. And by busy, I mean you procrastinated so much that it made you busy. And you were living in an apartment building. Luckily for you it's normally quiet cause not a lot of people stay there. However, a new couple just moved in next to you recently, and unfortunately, while you were trying to cram in the last missed assignments, you what you heard were some.... interesting... noises coming from the couples room. And it was NOT quiet what so ever.

You shrugged it off and went to go fetch your headphones, and you saw it with your cat on your windowsill. You went to go grab it, and while looking at you dead in the eyes, your cat knocked it out the window as it fell from lots of floors and landed in the busy traffic. You looked at your cat with the most deadpanned face as it innocently meows at you as if it hadn't just broken your most valued option. No more expensive cat food for a week.

So you tried to go back to your assignments, but unfortunately, the couple decided they would be going non-stop all night. So to clear your head you went our your apartment and climbed up the stairs till the door to the top of the buildingm of course you weren't allowed on there but as if anyone is actually gonna check up here in the middle of the night.

So, as you enjoyed the fresh air and the city lights, you didn't know a certain turtle was behind you.

Leo went out on petrol alone because, unfortunately for him, his brothers were being roady, and he couldn't meditate in peace. So he went out on petrol alone for some sort of relaxation. That's when he jumped on your apartment building. You had been sitting on the edge dangling your feet over the building while looking up at the stars. It would be wrong to say that he wasn't caught off guard at first.

So, against his better judgment, he stayed a bit, leaning on a wall just admiring you. But like it's not just you! It was also cause he had to take a break from climbing... yeah... totally that...

After a bit, you decided to stand up and go back, hoping the noisy couple decided that they won't go for the 10th round. Unfortunately for Leo, he was too caught up in his creeping her snapped back to reality just as you turned around and saw him.

"...."

"..."

Holy shit this is awkward.

"Um.. hi?"

What does Leo say at this moment in time?? "Hey, don't be scared. I'm just a walking talking turtle that's actually also a ninja!" Or even "this is your hallucination! You didn't wash your mug properly, so you drank your coffee with soap this morning!"

"Uh, hello..."

The silence was so deafening and so awkward.

"So... you come around here often?"

What type of question is that??? Because that TOTALLY is the angle I was looking at. Nice job.

"No..?"

"..."

Extrovert of the year, guys.

"Your not gonna run away?"

"I'm too sleep deprived for that shit to be honest with you. Should I be running away? Are you gonna kill me or something?"

"What- no! I won't I promise!"

"Good cause if you were, I have some pepper spray here in my pocket, and you would not like to see that go down."

After a few minutes, you guys were just talking about anything and nothing. He joined you in sitting on the edge of the building as you two just talked about what was on your minds. Of course, Leo wasn't easily one to spill things, so he would avoid questions that would compromise him too much. Plus, he knew he would be in trouble anyway. He wasn't supposed to let you see him... but for some reason, he trusted you a little bit.

"So, what are you?"

"I'm actually a turtle that got mutated into this."

"That explains alot. So do you like remember when you were just a turtle?"

"Not really. It's like when I was still super young. It would have been hard to remember. Plus, I doubt normal turtles have mindsets at all."

"Good. I doubt my old class pet would have wanted to hear all the bullshit the class clown spewed from his mouth."

"I doubt I'd want to be trapped in a classroom hearing kids talk about the darnest stuff anyway."

It was so easy to talk to you. The conversation always just flowed on nicely. You guys spent long on the roof till the sky turned orange. He eventually had to leave but not before giving you a small salute with an endearing smile as you waved him bye.

After that you passed into your bed once you made it. You would have to do your pressing assignments later. Right now you need to catch up on your already horrible sleep schedule.

Meanwhile Leo practically skipped into the lab with a bright smile. And even when Raph made a jab at him for being out too long Leo just shrugged him off and gave Raph a pat on the shoulder.

"And the leader finally decides to arrive. What took so long? You tripped down a building on the way here?"

"Okay buddy."

"What the fu-"

You two regularly met each other and made certain days where you two just stay up on the roof. One day, you two found out you liked the same comic book series. So you guys set up a little picnic blanket with some snacks and a nice view on the roof where you two just went on a debrief on what your favorite moments were and your favorite characters. You even invited him to your apartment, and you two watched sci-fi movies.

Of course, the turtles were suspicious of all the time he was out and how smiley he had been recently, but they could have never caught him in the act somehow.

Throughout this, Leo had been absolutely denying any thoughts that popped up about how romantic some of these hangouts were. But let's be honest. He deffo likes you.

This was short but sweet. This is so cute AH I'm jealous of something that doesn't exist 😔

But hope you enjoy your meal

TOODLES

~Tammy<3

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theflyingfeeling · 2 years ago

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Now proof-read and on AO3! 💖

Anyone remember that Olympics AU I wrote last winter, with Joel as a hockey player and Aleksi as a figure skater? How's about a little prequel for that? No? Well, too bad, because there was figure skating on TV and I was inspired, so here's What happened in Lausanne:

(includes alcohol and mild drunkeness + pining pining pining)

Joel had been looking for him all day, waiting to catch just a glimpse of the black hair and the ice that were the colour of the eyes he skated on but could melt the ice in Joel’s heart with just one look. When he finally saw him, at a bar downtown Lausanne, he nearly choked on the gin & tonic he was in the middle of downing in hopes it would ease his frustration, and it was as if the game earlier that day had never happened.

He had not seen Aleksi’s programme when it happened – he had probably been sitting in the penalty box at that time – but he had seen bits and pieces of it on Instagram. Although Joel didn’t understand much about figure skating, he was pretty sure Aleksi had not meant to land on his arse in two of his jumps and almost lose his balance during a step sequence, and seeing him fail so visibly made Joel heartbroken himself, as if it had been him who had stumbled on his own feet on ice with the eyes of thousands of spectators following his every move and witnessing his every mistake. It made him wish he could strom into whatever hotel or dressing room Aleksi would be recovering in and take him in his arms, even though it had been two years since they had last even spoken to each other and Aleksi wanted nothing to do with him anymore, which he was completely entitled to, even if Joel had no clue why.

From his hideout in between two of his teammates, Joel’s eyes followed the bush of black hair to the bar counter. The music and chatter was too loud for Joel to hear what Aleksi said to the bartender, but a moment later he was handed a glass filled with brownish liquid which Aleksi downed in one gulp. He was soon given another, and the booze disappeared almost as quickly as the first one. Joel was mesmerised by how Aleksi’s Adam’s apple bopped up and down as Aleksi absorbed the drink, Joel's tipsy brain taking him back to years ago when he had been allowed to brush his lips against that pale neck, the taste of it far from the bitterness of the alcoholic beverage he was sipping now. Joel’s palm sweated against the cold glass he was holding, his mouth felt dry and his breath became shallow as his eyes moved to Aleksi’s lips, glistening and probably as soft as they had always been, for Joel couldn’t imagine them being anything else, despite the fact he had touched them only in his dreams as of late.

(As much as he missed Aleksi, he hated those dreams, the ones in which he was Aleksi’s and Aleksi was his once again; they drove him mad with longing and lust, none of which his own hand could satisfy. Sometimes he woke up with a persistent pressure in his groin, other times with a deep ache somewhere in his chest that wouldn’t disappear, no matter how he screamed at himself to move the fuck on already, a numbing pain he would later that day try to mute with the help of a random hook-up, although he knew no one he’d find at the night club would ever compare.)

Joel sighed, taking in the sight of Aleksi staring into his empty glass before asking the bartender to fill it again. Only a few more beats of the song that was currently blasting from the loudspeakers of the bar and Joel would’ve been far down the memory lane of Aleksi’s mouth and body on his; just a few more seconds and all the music and the amusement and the general buzz of the lounge surrounding him would’ve disappeared and been replaced by the sound of Aleksi’s laughter and his quiet humming while practising parts of his choreography, the soundtrack of Joel’s teenage days.

But there was something about that day that kept striking Joel dumb time after time, from the moment in the morning that he realised Aleksi was performing in the same city he was to play a tournament that weekend to the moment he recognized Aleksi’s face in the crowd of the bar; something that made Aleksi abandon his task of sipping down his third rum and look straight into Joel’s eyes instead.

The bar, the game, the whole fucking country of Switzerland no longer existed in Joel's mind. There was only Aleksi and his eyes, holding his gaze like the Lady of the Cold, with the solid intention to freeze him to his seat and rip what little was left of his heart right out of his chest and put it in his drink for cooling.

“Hey,” Joonas’ voice sounded distant in Joel’s ears, but the finger that then poked in between Joel’s ribs had him realise he was still flesh and blood, even if under Aleksi’s empty stare he felt as if he hand shrunk to a mere atom. “Chin up, brother! I know you’re still bummed about missing that goal, but it’s no reason to look so out of your misery.”

“Mmh.” Joel shot a look at Joonas, then at his gin & tonic. He blamed the alcohol and his first sort-of-interaction with Aleksi in years for making him forget the skill of speech, for he just couldn’t find the words to tell Porko to shut up and mind his own business.

“No, seriously dude, you shouldn’t beat yourself up like that. It’s just a practice tournament, for goodness’ sake, not the Olympics.”

“I–” Joel massaged his forehead to see if it would help in his quest for intelligible words, but the only one he could think of was Aleksi.

“Besides, it could’ve happened to any of us! Remember that open net I had in the last minutes of the third period? Sure it would’ve been grand to score from that, but I ain’t gonna lose sleep over it tonight. Don’t tell Coach though,” Joonas chuckled and brought his own drink to his mouth, giving Joel false hope of being quiet for at least two seconds.

“You know what I’m gonna do instead?” Joonas continued, to Joel’s misery, with new pokes to Joel’s side. “I’m gonna get laid, and to be fair, so should yo–”

“I’m gonna get a…” Joel slurred as he grabbed his glass and stood up. For the first few seconds he had to take support from Joonas’ shoulder while the bar started to spin in his eyes, but once the floor and ceiling were about where they were supposed to be, he leaped over the legs of his teammates surrounding their table and headed towards the bar counter where his first love was drowning his own sorrows. He barely heard Joonas’ are you okay? from behind him as he advanced, bumping into the elbows and shoulders of dancing strangers on his way, only to find the very stool Aleksi had been sitting on perfectly Aleksi-less.

A lump formed in his throat when he looked around himself, but Aleksi was nowhere to be seen.

He blinked his eyes once, twice, as many times as it took to ease the burning and ordered another drink.

To someone who was looking at the scene from aside, it probably looked as if Joel was making the best out of his night, just sort of flowing in the stream of people with whom he had nothing in common but drinks in their hands and the urgency to let go of their worldly worries. In reality, he was drifting aimlessly in the open water, from the arms of one stranger to another, both looking for and avoiding Aleksi, equal parts relieved and disappointed whenever he saw a mop of black hair that wasn’t Aleksi’s, or a pair of clear-blue eyes that weren’t the ones he was chasing after. A part of him wanted to go back to the hotel and pass out on his bed, so that he could stop thinking about the man at least until the alcohol-induced nightmares would take over his subconscious, feeding the wretched lobe of his brain that believed Aleksi had never loved him in the first place, but as long as he could convince himself that Aleksi was still somewhere in the building, he was determined to not leave without getting another look from him, no matter how brief and distant.

When the room around him started to rotate again, Joel was forced to stumble away from the dance floor to find something to sit on. His eyes scanned the lounge in search of an available seat, but he didn’t get far in his efforts before he froze again, with Aleksi already looking at him from across the floor, near the bathroom door.

There was a different look in them now; the indifference Joel had detected before had given room to something more fiery, almost defiant (as if that was any better). Joel was in no charge of his bodily functions when his feet started dragging him towards the man, unhesitating even when Aleksi disappeared behind the bathroom door.

Once at the door, Joel stopped. He wasn’t sure what he should expect to find from behind it: a long-awaited reunion with his teenage love filled with tight embraces and hasty whispers and broken I-miss-yous? A cold shoulder, and icy glance that would squish him to the floor like a bug with no explanation? Or perhaps two strangers who once meant the world to each other, now politely acknowledging each other’s existence before going on to live their lives separate from each other, because time had done its job in bringing them apart to polar opposites of the world, or so it felt like whenever Joel, in his darkest, most pathetic moments, tortured himself by browsing all of Aleksi’s social media accounts he could find?

Joel was still weighing his options when someone came out of the men’s room, almost pushing the door right to his nose, while someone else bumped into him from behind, leaving him no choice but to stumble in the tiled room.

The door behind him closed and muffled the sounds from the lounge, enough for Joel to bring his thoughts together to understand he was standing in an empty room. Just as he was convinced his drunken mind had played tricks on him, that seeing Aleksi had been nothing but the mirage of a man at the end of his rope, one of the stall doors opened and an arm pulled him inside.

No words of courtesy were exchanged when Joel felt his back being pushed against a wall and Aleksi’s lips, those perfect, intoxicating lips that once were the reason for his happiness, pressed against his own. He needed to only close his eyes and he was sixteen again, wrapping his arms around Aleksi in the changing room of the ice rink like it was the only thing that was real in the world he lived in.

Quiet, urgent, desperate sounds escaped Aleksi’s throat and mixed up with Joel’s own. Aleksi’s mouth was hungry, eager, unfaltering as it moved against Joel’s. Aleksi’s hands found the exact spots in Joel’s body that had him breathless, restless, begging, and if Joel had had an inch of self-control in him, he would’ve broken the kiss to do just that, to get on his knees and pray for Aleksi to take him back to his life, or the very least tell him how goddamn much he had missed him and his hands under his shirt and his heart pressed against his raging one.

Joel almost smiled into the kiss when he noticed how his fingers found their old traces in Aleksi’s hair with ease, as if it had been mere hours instead of entire years since they had last travelled there. His nose was nudging the side of Aleksi’s like it belonged there, like Joel had naively fooled himself into thinking once upon a time. He couldn’t allow doubt and regret take over now, however, not when his whole world was right there under his fingertips again, grinding against him and whimpering into his mouth again with such intensity that it was to easy for Joel to not ponder about the reasons why Aleksi had ever left him.

Naivety and foolishness had always been, quite regrettably, Joel’s biggest flaws. Of course, Aleksi would forever remain his greatest weakness, and it was just Joel’s luck that those three seemed to walk hand in hand, as he was to notice when Aleksi caressed his chest for the last time before stepping back.

“I have to go,” he said with a raspy voice, his swollen lips full and glistening. Joel saw him touch them with his finger as he hurried out of the stall.

Joel stayed, out of breath and thoughts and understanding of what had happened. One moment Aleksi had been right there, back in his arms like he dreamed almost every night, and in the next it was as if the only company Joel had ever had in that narrow bathroom stall were the colourful stickers and the handwritten messages on the wall in front of him.

The only signs left of Aleksi were the wrinkle on his t-shirt where Aleksi had grabbed him and the 5000 volts striking his heart to ruins.

#blind channel #blind channel rpf #blind channel fanfiction #can't believe i made some of you read the unproof-read version 💀#my toxic trait is being too impatient to read my own work before posting lol #anyway. sorry if i broke any hearts! 🥰

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ibarap · 1 year ago

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[Scout] White Bear / Pure White Diary 6 (END)

Nagisa: ...? Um, Merry Christmas...?

Hiyori: "—Did everyone get their Christmas presents? Raise your hand if you did!"

Yuzuru: "I'll check. One, two, three..."

"...It's the same as the number of presents we prepared. There's no need to worry."

Adonis Otogari: "The Christmas party is almost over, but please keep on being good kids even after this. Can all of you guys promise us that?"

"...Heh, that's good."

Leo: "One last thing! We'll see you guys off with a classic Christmas song! Everybody please sing along. ☆"

Leo & Hiyori: "♪~♪~♪"

Yuzuru & Adonis: "♪~♪~♪"

Hiyori: Knock knock! Excuse us!

Merry Christmas! We're here to see you!

Boy: Ah, the idol onii-chans!

Yuzuru: Merry Christmas. Were you able to enjoy the Christmas party even if it was through your room's TV?

Boy: Yeah! It was fun hearing all those songs!

But why wasn't Glasses onii-chan there?

Tsumugi: Fufu, I was there, just not on stage~.

I was working in the shadows — I did a lot of supporting work behind the scenes so that it would be a fun event.

Adonis: The Christmas party was a success because of him.

Thank you, Aoba-senpai.

Tsumugi: Don't thank just me, you know~. It was thanks to everyone who had volunteered—

And, more than anything, the children who were looking forward to the party. They're the stars of the show, after all. ...Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Alright, it's about time we got to the point.

Merry Christmas! White Bear's back home, so give him a big hug!

Boy: Wahh, welcome home, White Bear!

Leo: Also, here's your Christmas present from all of us. ☆

It's a digital photo frame full of pictures of White Bear, and—

Adonis: A diary we all made. We wrote about the days we spent with White Bear in detail inside of it.

We'd be happy if the memories we made with him comes across even a little bit.

Yuzuru: And finally, we left the back pages of the diary blank on purpose.

When you're feeling better, go outside and take White Bear to all kinds of places, then write down the memories you made together in those pages. ♪

Hiyori: It's going to stay cold for a while, but spring will definitely come.

So spend a fun wintertime with White Bear, okay...? ♪

Boy: I will! Thank you, idol onii-chans.

This year's Christmas and all the nice onii-chans—

Me and White Bear will never, ever forget about it!

Nagisa: ...It seems Ibara and Jun aren't here yet.

Hiyori: You're right. How cheeky of them to keep us waiting!

Hmm, my phone went off? I hope that's not them telling us they'll be running late—

...

... ♪

Nagisa: ...What is it, Hiyori-kun?

Hiyori: Merry Christmas, Nagisa-kun.

Nagisa: ...? Um, Merry Christmas...?

...Hasn't Christmas passed already? Am I wrong about that?

Hiyori: No, you're right. Christmas is long over.

But there's no rule saying you can only say 'Merry Christmas' on Christmas itself, is there?

...Remember when I volunteered for that Christmas party at a hospital last year?

We got to know a bedridden boy at that time, and he let us look after his white teddy bear.

The boy couldn't leave his hospital room, so we took a lot of pictures of his teddy bear in his place. That way, we could grant his wish to 'go outside for Christmas'.

Nagisa: ...Yes, of course I remember. You also took a picture with me while his teddy bear was in your care.

Hiyori: Right, I did do that. ♪

Tsumugi-kun sent me photos from the hospital just now. ...Look, Nagisa-kun.

Because he's motivated to go outside with White Bear, he's working hard on his rehabilitation.

Here's one of them outside his room, one of them in a car seat, and one of White Bear on his lap.

They both look super happy. ♪

Nagisa: ...That's why you said, "Merry Christmas".

Hiyori: Exactly! It really warmed my heart. I feel like I got a Christmas present. ♪

That boy is getting better and better from now on. I hope he gets better to the point he can freely go to all kinds of places with White Bear.

When he does, I'm pretty sure he'll smile even more and that everyday will be fun! I'd be happy if we could be the reason he takes that first step forward. ♪

Nagisa: ...I'm quite certain you are his reason. Hiyori-kun is the Sun telling him that spring has come—

...and just by being near you, he will feel warm even in the cold winter. Because that's the kind of person you are.

...Merry Christmas, Hiyori-kun.

Hiyori: Yes, Merry Christmas... ♪

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#◎ translation #notice: unproofed #hiyori tomoe #yuzuru fushimi #adonis otogari #leo tsukinaga #tsumugi aoba #nagisa ran

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mitsiepitsie · 15 days ago

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Awaiting

Ahhhh, the secret times audio for this card painted such a vivid scene in my mind, that I had to write out the rest of it. Sylus's lines are taken verbatim from the card, the rest is my interpretation. Unproofed as always, here's 1500 words and a bit for your reading pleasure. TW gunshot wound, gunfight.

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The darkness around you is oppressive as you glance around, briefly spotting the tiny red lights on the visors of the men surrounding you in the bushes. Five, six, no, more, a dozen strong, at least. You don’t know what faction or organization they’re with and why they’re after you, but you know you need to get out of here, now.

A quick look at your watch tells you one of his safe houses should be nearby, the abandoned villa where he rescued that kitten that day. A bullet whizzing past your head snaps you to attention, and then you’re running, making a mad dash for the relative safety of the abandoned villa, trying to lose the people following you by darting left and right randomly.

You burst onto a small clearing, cursing as a masked man, completely in black intercepts you with a shit eating grin on his face. You aim your gun at him, but he was waiting for that, and suddenly, pain blooms blindingly in your left shoulder. You recoil from the impact, reeling in pain, and then, he’s standing above you, aiming again. Without thinking, you fling out your right arm and blindly shoot in his general direction, his howl of pain somehow satisfying to your ears as he crumples to the ground in front of you.

You grit your teeth and force yourself to your feet again, groaning at the lurch in your stomach as you do, but then you’re running again, gaining momentum with each step, though you no longer have it in you to zig a lot of zags. And then, the villa comes into view, and you’re through the gates and crashing into the door, the old lock no match for the impact.

Still having the sense to close the door behind you, you lean against it and try to calm your erratic breaths. You can hear some shouting in the distance, the voices barely audible over the sound of your heart beating out of your chest. You drag yourself to the end of the hall, facing the door as you sink down onto the floor, trying to inspect your wound and think of a course of action.

Just as you discover the bullet went straight through, the door flies open, your arm flying up in instinct as you aim for the intruder.

“You welcome this house’s owner by pointing a gun at his head?” Sylus intones, shaking his silvery head at you incredulously, “Ok then..”

Before you manage to retort, he brings a finger to his lips and quietly shuts the door again and stalks over to where you are sitting on the floor. “Shh, they might still be listening in. Keep it down.”

You lower your gun and resume your inspection of the wound on your shoulder, muttering wryly that you could’ve used his presence a few minutes earlier.

“How was I supposed to know you were here?” he mutters as he crouches down beside you, his eyes fixed on the bloody stain on your uniform.

You let out a mirthless snicker. “It sure didn’t take you long to find me.”

His voice is suddenly in your ear as he closes in on you. “Look up,” he says, gaze not leaving the bullet wound, “To your right. See that black spot? It's a surveillance camera.”

A colorful swear is on your lips as Sylus simply continues. “The system notified me as soon as the door lock was broken.”

He shifts, carefully peeling back the lapel of your jacket. “Does it hurt?” he asks, voice laced with concern.

You try to shrug, forced to wince as you do. “I’m sure you’ve had worse,” you grunt at him as you stand up, trying your damnedest to ignore your wobbly legs as you slide your gun into it’s holster on your leg.

He grins wryly. “You’re still acting tough, huh?” You try not to be affected by the disapproval underlying his words.

Sylus grabs your waist, gently supporting you as he guides you into one of the adjoining rooms. “Sit, on the bed,” he directs you.

It’s all you can do to blow a raspberry in his direction as you sink down on the mattress. You watch as he pulls open a nearby dresser and starts fishing out packets of bandages and other first aid supplies. He walks back over to you, a single eyebrow raised at your antics.

“Now is not the time for you to be a big girl,” he says sarcastically, lightly sitting down on the bed beside you, “Well…unless you have arms on your back to treat your injury.”

You’re tempted to blow another raspberry right into his smug face, but decide to settle for a roll of your eyes instead. “I’d rather grow a pair of wings, instead,” you say, trying to best his stupid little joke.

You think you see a flash of surprise flit across his eyes, but it must’ve been a trick of the light, as the next second, he’s right back to commanding you in a tone that brooks no discussion. “Turn around, take off your jacket.”

Begrudgingly, you comply, carefully shrugging off the company issued jacket and turning your back to him. There’s some rustling behind you, and suddenly, a cold substance is spread onto your broken skin. You suck in a breath through your teeth. “What the fuck is that?” you hiss at him, the stinging bringing tears to your eyes.

“It’s medicine,” he simply answers, “hold on.”

His hand returns, spreading more of the salve onto your shoulder. You suck in another breath, groaning at the intense burning spreading from the wound.

“Quiet,” he mutters into your right ear as his other hand clamps over your mouth, “I know it hurts, but if I have to keep my hand over your mouth, I won’t be able to treat your wound.”

He releases you again, and you mutter under your breath about not being certain you want this kind of treatment.

“If you really can bear it, I have some canned meat,” Sylus says, a playful lilt in his tone now, “The slices should be thick enough for you to sink your teeth into.”

You glance back over your right shoulder, frowning at him in blatant disgust.

He catches your eye, grinning. “It was just a suggestion, you don't need to look at me like that,” he chuckles, “Isn't it better than being spotted because you're too loud?”

He takes a second to look around the both of you, searching for another option. “Do you want to bite down on the gauze pad?” he asks, waving an unopened packet in front of you, “that works too.”

You shake your head, gritting out the retort that you would rather bite on his hand, if anything.

“Bear with me a moment,” he says, and he leans back as if he needs to collect himself, “Ok. Let’s continue.”

His breath is right in your ear as you feel a dull pricking sensation, and you realise the medicine earlier was some kind of numbing agent, and now he is suturing the bullet hole in your shoulder. Another breath, another prick and pull at your skin.

“I’m almost done,” Sylus mutters gently, “One last-” He trails off, sitting up straighter on the bed. Footsteps resound on the pavement outside, or, at least you hope they’re still outside. You hear him breathing heavily for a moment as he weighs your options.

“Where’s your weapon?” he whispers, lips almost touching your ear this time.

You twitch your right leg in answer. “ It’s on your right leg?”

Before you can bend over to grab it, he halts you by grabbing your wrist. “Don’t move,” he says, “Your wound will open up. I'll get it.”

Sylus releases your wrist and you watch, almost in a trance as his large hand ghosts around you from his position at your back to move over your thigh. Despite the situation, despite yourself, you shiver at his questing fingers, almost disappointed as they make contact with the cold metal strapped to your leg.

“Load the gun for me,” he breathes, holding the gun up to your face.

Deftly, you blindly snap the magazine in place. He snickers into your ear, and you shiver again as he quietly stands up from the bed to stand before you.

“We make a good team,” he comments, holding out his hand to you, “Give me your hand.”

You shake your head, holding out your own hand for him to place the gun back into. He raises an eyebrow at you, staring down his nose at you.

“Do you want to do it yourself?” he whispers, a pointed look at your wounded shoulder as he weighs your weapon in his hand, “But I have your gun. There’s also no place for you to take cover. Just don't let go, if you want to stay out of the crossfire.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet before leading you towards the hallway again, careful to keep you covered behind him. “I’d rather not bandage more wounds in the next few minutes,” Sylus offers over his shoulder with a winning smile, before raining down hell and damnation at the people who dared wound his beloved.

#sylus x mc #sylus x reader #l&ds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #sylus #lnds sylus #lads sylus #sylus fanfic

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kisses4kaia · 2 years ago

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Charlie walker x reader where he goes down on her

Thank youuu and I love your writing sm

me when nonnies😋 UNPROOF READ SMUT !! 17+ . fem! bimbo! reader 💗

prolonged, painful, patience 🦇 - c, walker ,,

it was no secret that charlie walker had a crush on you. from the longing stares to the way literal drool dribbled out of the corner of his mouth when you wore something a little bit more revealing than you normally would.

and to be frank, the feeling was beginning to become mutual. he was adorable, with the way he would offer to do anything for you. he wouldn't let you lift a finger, ever.

"i'm gonna go grab a drink," you once tried to say. "no, i got it. there you go,"

that was just one example. but today, after cinema club, you needed a ride home.

it just so happened that your car made a very unpleasant noise when you tried starting it up.

"you've got to be kidding me," you muttered under your breath. you've been meaning to fix the issue, but figured you could hold it off.

"need a ride?" charlie leaned against the frame of your rolled-down window. "oh my god, you're a lifesaver! thank you," you express.

"of course," he nods.

and that's how you landed in the position you're in right now. sitting pretty in charlie's passenger seat, twiddling with your phone nervously when your sister texts you.

the message read "hey so my girlfriend is coming over so can you go to a friends house after school?? plzplz🙏"

you groaned and texted back with a " yeah, sure "

"what's wrong?" the driver asked you. "i can't go home, my sister's having her girlfriend over." you shake your head in disbelief.

he seems to stare thoughtfully before carefully speaking. "do you, uh, wanna come over to my place?" his voice was slightly sheepish.

"you would let me? oh, thank you, charlie! thank you, thank you!" you leaned over to hug the boy.

his eyes widened as your land accidentally landed on his crotch and it suddenly became harder to keep his focus on the road.

"uh, y/n? i can't drive like this," charlie let you know.

"oh, right. sorry," you said, finally removing your arms from around his neck.

the remainder of the drive to charlie's abode was short.

once you arrived, charlie rushed out of his car and ran to your side of the car. he opened the door for you and this made a small giggle escape your lips.

"aw, thank you. you're so sweet," you simpered at him as you stepped out. his head hung low as his cheeks reddened.

his house was relatively small, considering he is an only child.

"your parents home?" you asked as he held the front door open for you. "no, they never really are," he admitted.

"huh," you nodded, dropping your school bag down next to the doorframe.

as you ran your eyes around the interior of the house, charlie spoke. "so, uh... what do you want to do?"

you tore your eyes from the light structure hanging from the ceiling to look at him.

"aren't you gonna show me your room?" you grinned widely at him. "oh, yeah."

and so there you are, sitting at the head of charlie's bed, skimming through a random magazine you found in his shockingly clean bedroom.

he sat opposite you, back leaning against the foot of the bed. he was doing some homework, scribbling random equations and annotations down.

you were honestly pretty fucking bored. you'd put the magazine down long ago, now fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

"char?" you buzz.

"hm? yeah?" he immediately answered.

"you said your parents aren't home?" you said as a wicked idea flushed your brain.

he shook his head quickly.

now that you had his undivided attention, you crawled over to sit next to him. "i'm bored, char," you began to draw out your words seductively as you ran your gentle touch up and down his thigh.

his breath hitched as your hand floated closer and closer to his need.

"w-well, um, i think i could think of something to pass our time?" he said more like a question.

"yeah?" you lulled, leaning closer and closer to his face before finally giving in and losing all sense of self-control.

without disconnecting your lips, you moved on top of his lap, now in a cowgirl position.

as you grinded down on charlie's crotch, he whimpered into the kiss. this made you disconnect to catch your breath.

as you tried to move downwards, wanting to please him, he stopped you.

"wait, stop," he spoke as you tried to remove his pants. you halted all of your movements completely and "what's wrong? are you ok?" you were worried you crossed a line.

the sincerity warmed his heart.

"n-no, nothing's wrong, you're fucking- amazing, but i've dreamed about this," charlie pushed you onto your back, your head landed on his stab-themed pillow case <3.

"dreamed about what?" you said as you made himself comfortable in between your legs. he was quiet, and his tone was shy.

"what you taste like," you couldn't hear him. "speak up, baby," you furrowed your eyebrows, fidgeting with the hair that fell in front of his face.

"fuck, i said... what you taste like," his voice cracked with the latter portion of the sentence, but you caught it.

the words made you weak and you wasted no time throwing off your itty bitty crop top, exposing your pretty lacy bra. the sight made the boy's mouth water.

after shimmying off your miniskirt along with your matching panties, you looked down at charlie's face, which was twisted in need and prolonged, painful, patience.

"please, please, just let me do this," his eyes were begging as he finally tore his eyes away from your middle to lock eyes with you.

you bit your lip and nodded. "yeah, baby. go ahead,"

not a fleeting moment of time was wasted between then and now. he was quick to attach his mouth to your clit and suctioned the bud with his perfectly pink lips.

you gasped. he was shockingly good at this. "fuck, h-have you ever done this before?" you stuttered as his tongue entered you.

he gave a small shake of his head, making sure to keep his face snuggled in the warmth of your thighs.

your hands tangled in his hair, making him even more desperate for you.

his talented tongue swerved and dove into every corner of your folds, leaving no area unpleasured.

it was then you noticed movement into the mattress that was not you. you soon realized he was grinding against the bed. it seemed irresistible and you needed him to feel good too.

so you gripped his locks tighter, you released your lower lip from your teeth, allowing all of your praise to run wild.

it was not long after that you met your release. "oh, oh, oh, fuck! right there, i'm gonna cum, char," you babbled out praise for him

this was the first time he disconnected his lips from yours. "please, mommy. please cum for me," he begged with no other undertones than need.

the nickname was all you needed to arch your back off of the bed and practically scream out charlie's name.

his tongue calmed you through your intense orgasm. when you finally relaxed and melted into the duvet, charlie sat up, allowing you to see him in all of his beautiful, fucked-out, glory.

your arousal was smeared all over the lower half of his face and his eyes were lazy, half-lidded, and satisfied. his face was gorgeous, but you couldn't ignore the wet spot on the denim of his trousers.

"need me to clean you up?"

#charlie walker #charlie walker smut #need him #rory culkin #scream 4 #scream smut #kai's got mail <3📑#nonnieees💗#scream 4 smut #this week was crazy im so sorry it took forever to respond to this angel💗#kaia writes charlie

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