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Specifically thinking about long distance relationships today.
So tell me how you and your f/o would first meet online?
#I feel like Bakugou and I would meet in one of those online games heâs downloaded to mindlessly waste time between shifts#and heâs so foul at first because he thinks Iâm weak but we play and he realises that Iâm#actually whooping everyone and heâs like well damn okay#and now heâs messaging in the alliance chat and like getting excited when Iâm online even tho he tries to hide it#and gets annoyed when other creeps in his alliance try to flirt with me#and then heâs asking for my discord#me and Sanemi get into a fight on discord the first time we interact#in some stupid big server I only joined for the emojis#but heâs a jerk so I tell him to shut up and a message later I find a msg notification and itâs him trying to continue the conversationđ#enjin slides into my dms on Instagram#he finds my post at a concert and hates the fuckboys that are commenting below#ends up messaging me to see if Iâm okay but then immediately worries heâs one of those guys#Tamsy I feel like is that mutual Iâve had forever on twt and we like each others posts but weâve NEVER talked to each other??#itâs not until Iâm feeling sad at 2am and I post something self-deprecating that he drops me a msgđ„ș#and we end up staying up until 5am just talking to each other#Kirishima is ALWAYS the guy that responds to my âmorningâ with a morning back! every day without fail#and I slide into his DMs one day and ask how heâs ALWAYS awake when I am??? like to say it back so quick#and he admits heâs kinda learned my schedule and he tries to be online for it because itâs one of the best parts of his day#and he likes saying it backđđđ even if heâs off from a night shift and needs sleep he canât without seeing me msg#Shindou blatantly flirts with me in a gaming discord and I think heâs an incel so I block him#he gets a friend to ping me to beg me to unblock him and I refuse#the friend then sends another message with a screenshot of Shindou basically begging me to unblock himđ#Dot and I meet in one of those AITA Reddit threads#and we end up borderline arguing over whether op is TA#so much that we get told to take it elsewheređđđ#enjo#bakujo#eijo#but also catch me sending Dynamight sassy banter on his official socialsđđ
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I just started grad school this fall after a few years away from school and man I did not realize how dire the AI/LLM situation is in universities now. In the past few weeks:
I chatted with a classmate about how it was going to be a tight timeline on a project for a programming class. He responded "Yeah, at least if we run short on time, we can just ask chatGPT to finish it for us"
One of my professors pulled up chatGPT on the screen to show us how it can sometimes do our homework problems for us and showed how she thanks it after asking it questions "in case it takes over some day."
I asked one of my TAs in a math class to explain how a piece of code he had written worked in an assignment. He looked at it for about 15 seconds then went "I don't know, ask chatGPT"
A student in my math group insisted he was right on an answer to a problem. When I asked where he got that info, he sent me a screenshot of Google gemini giving just blatantly wrong info. He still insisted he was right when I pointed this out and refused to click into any of the actual web pages.
A different student in my math class told me he pays $20 per month for the "computational" version of chatGPT, which he uses for all of his classes and PhD research. The computational version is worth it, he says, because it is wrong "less often". He uses chatGPT for all his homework and can't figure out why he's struggling on exams.
There's a lot more, but it's really making me feel crazy. Even if it was right 100% of the time, why are you paying thousands of dollars to go to school and learn if you're just going to plug everything into a computer whenever you're asked to think??
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#my hot take of the day is that the whole 'schools should be teaching kids how to do their taxes' thing is very stupid#1. personal finance is offered at every high school i have ever heard of. business is usually also offered. its THERE#2. on a basic level learning to do your taxes is just like learning to follow directions#take this form find this section and enter the information#ta da#and we do teach kids how to read follow directions and fill in forms#and like. the very basic math that's necessary#any more advanced than that and its like... do you want high schools to offer tax law?? should they graduate with an accounting degree?#what is it you WANT?#3. stop being a myopic pragmatist and assuming that if doesnt directly look like a everyday activity its not useful
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You know what hits me hard? When 5 to 6 year old children, all the way in Southeast Asia, knows about what's happening in Palestine right now. That children their age is getting bombed, that they're starving to death, that they're getting shot at, and sniped in the head. Because, just this past 2 or so months, I heard some of the little ones in the Kindergarten classes I'm TAing in as an Intern talk about it. Hell, one of the little boys downright said he didn't like Israel, because Israel is bad, because they do scary things. Another was questioning whether Palestine was bad too, because, "why else would they shooting at them?". A little girl in one of my classes doesn't want to finish her food at all, because she wants to save at least half her meat and rice for kids in Palestine, because she heard that, they don't have food. And that's just the ones I remember. Namely the inciting cases before their classmates slowly follow suit. The littles are fricking SCARED. We had to sit these kids down, and tell them that the topic is too mature for them at the moment, that they shouldn't even be concerned because they're KINDERGARTNERS, they're not even old enough to properly understand. The one teacher I was TAing for had to make a class announcement saying that. What gets me is, these are 5 to 6 year olds, the youngest I've worked with in this specific age group is 4. 5 years old on average, and they've already been exposed to the worst horrors genocide has to offer through the news and snippets of conversation among adults and hell, considering how many of them say they like to play games on Mama's phone, or their IPad, even from fricking social media. And the fact that, these literal babies, from all the way in Cambodia, has more empathy in their entire body and soul, than full grown fricking adults have in the nail of their pinky finger, gets me. FFS we as adults could LEARN from them I feel sometimes. I honestly don't know what to feel about it anymore. On the one hand, this is the next generation I'm working with. And if the next generation's default response to a tragedy such as Palestine, is what I've seen come up on occasion so far? Perhaps there's some bloody hope for this world after all. At least in this country. Especially since a majority of them already come from families who survived a genocide. These are the 3rd - 4th generation descendants of those who survived the Khmer Rouge. They've got grandparents at home, who no doubt are more than intimately familiar with what Palestine is going through right now. And it shows.
But on the other, it makes my heart sink because these are CHILDREN, these are LITTLE KIDS, they should be playing with their toys and watching cartoons and talking to their friends about everything from Spiderman to Speakerman to Kuromi and her friends, and be worried about whether or not they can go to playground that day, guranteed they're well behaved, or if Mama remembered to pack in their costume for swimming lessons that week. NOT JUST MY KIDS. But the little ones in Palestine too. They deserve better. They all deserve, so much better. Hell, it's come to the point that whenever I look at my kiddos right now, whether they'd be working in class, playing, doing something as mundane as eating lunch or getting ready for their nap. I think of the children their age in Palestine that didn't even get the chance to survive. I think of the ones whose memories from this age, is nothing but absolute horror and pain, rather than what has slowly become my normal, who never got to experience what my littles do on a daily basis right now.
Children shouldn't even be concerned about "War", about a Genocide. The last thing that should be on a 5 year old's mind, is pain, and suffering, and the worst horrors imaginable ever to be inflicted on a human being. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT'S INFLICTED, ON OTHER CHILDREN THEIR AGE. And for that alone, the world has failed them. Especially the kids in Palestine who didn't ask for any of this. They just wanted to carry on with life as kids do, the same way as my littles do on a daily basis no doubt, learning, playing, chatting with friends over their favourite cartoons and characters, worrying about whether they'd get to go to the playground or not that day.
I apologize for talking about this on this blog. I know my blog tends to be lighter in feel, a lot more unhinged and light hearted typically. I mean, I'm just a fricking nerd who likes to draw and write, and lurk about her favourite fandoms to consume and support what is shared among other nerds who also like to draw and write. But I couldn't stop thinking about it. About contemplating it, especially since I'll be back on a roll tomorrow, working with my kiddos again after not seeing them for 5 days straight because of Holidays. And, I just had to talk about it. This is something I felt I couldn't keep to myself this time, I don't think my soul'd be able to carry it. I had to talk about it.
FREE PALESTINE. Our children deserve better.
#free palestine#gaza#palestine#rafah#israel#current events#gaza strip#human rights#childrens rights#save the children#cease fire in gaza#cease fire now#cease fire permanently#palestinian genocide#support gaza#pray for palestine#ceasfire now
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since you guys liked my idea so much here it is: WAYS THE NRC BOYS WOULD MAKE YOU WORSE
reader's personality is based more off of in-game yuu than anything? this set of hcs is a bunch of hypotheticals basically. this can be read as platonic or romantic idk each guy is written as if they are the closest person to you, friends or otherwise.
IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT
mentally preparing myself for the "i wouldnt do that!!!!!" comments...and post.
Riddle increases your attentiveness to the rules tenfold. No matter how meek you are, he makes your voice strongâand oh boy does it carry. Youâre yelling at people for running in the halls, chastising them for not doing their homework, and opening your mouth wider when you speak. For a school full of troublemakers like Night Raven, the entire student body is so disappointed thereâs another Riddle.
Trey makes you more passive, less likely to speak up when you see something. Heâs always stood back in the shadows, watching over everything without saying a word, and itâs seeped into your personality, too. Youâre spineless now. This world is unfamiliar, why should you try to do anything? Youâd only stand out. You donât want to be outstanding. You want to be as normal as possible. So you stand back.
Cater gets you wrapped up in the hype of social media. It started out as a way to indulge his interests but now youâre on Magicam all day, scrolling and scrolling and scrolling. You send things to your friends and say âhey, we should do thisâ but never make any actual effort to connect with them outside of that. You fall easier into jealousy because youâre surrounded by glamor.
Deuce makes you reckless. Heâs so willing to throw himself into things and it spurs you to do the same, no matter how many times your teachers or potential upperclassmen tell you not to. You canât hear anything but Deuce and his yelling, his enthusiasm and terror for whichever situation you two find yourselves in, knowing that youâd follow him anywhere.
Ace makes you all the more prickly, your sharp jabs and irritating smugness a product of spending too much time with him. You two are two peas in a pod, but to an outsider you two just seem...irritating. You have a talent for getting under peopleâs skin and have definitely gotten better at lying.
Leona thinks its so cute how you try to defend him at every twist and turn. Like no, he is as dastardly as everyone is saying. Why are you trying to deny it? Youâre suddenly seeing reason in the most massive ego-ed people this side of Sage Island and Leona honestly doesnât know if he should be concerned for you or be amused because of you. (This one in particular was inspired by @loser-jpg LMAO)
Ruggie could have made you prioritize yourself more, but you think he took it a bit too far. See, now youâre snatching cafeteria items and worksheets right under peopleâs noses, giggling as they demand you give it back. Sometimes they donât even notice you, but even if they did youâve learned how to be lighter on your feet.
Jack and you are incredibly uncooperative people (unless you owe someone, of course.) Heâs guided you away from asking for help, insisting that the people here will take advantage of you then turning around to say that he doesnât care, he just doesn't want to get wrapped up in your mess. Itâs like you canât trust anyone but him and your Heartslabyul friends anymore.
Azul has given you one nasty sense of perception, allowing you to key into every little detail and find loopholes in the things people say in a second. Heâs turned you into a deadly asset, one he treasures just as much as the student body fears. You read over his contracts and point out what you would do to get out of them, and he adjusts accordingly. What a fine team you two make!
Jade makes it clear that his morals are less than savory, and will often encourage you to partake in things you really shouldn't. You rationalize it as Jade helping you go after the things you want, to finally take and take and take from people when youâve been so selfless all your life, because it's what you deserve isnât it?
Floyd will often rope you into his schemes, and it's not wrong before you start doing the same. Once a model student, attending every class, you now skip class and watch with amusement as Floyd threatens another student, hiding your smile behind your hand. They may plead for your assistance, but who are you to stop Floyd? This poor soul clearly owed something.
Kalim instills you with a sense of jealousy and helplessness. He has money to solve all of his problems, his life must be so easy. Youâve lived through so many overblots and received no help from anyone, but Kalim has always been so kind and generous to you. It makes you resent him a little, and anyone else who tries to help, because they all have things that you donât and that's just not fair.
Jamil twists and bends your mind so much that you can do the very same thing to others. Youâve caught onto his little game and he knows it, eyeing you with anticipation whenever you speak in the same honeyed tone he uses when he wants something. Youâve gotten scarily good at hiding it too, shooting him a smug grin because you know he knows, but nobody else does.
Vil brings out so much confidence in your abilities itâs borderline arrogance. You know youâre capable, so why doesnât everyone just let you handle this? You can do it, they canât. So they should just step aside. Youâre not doing it to be mean, so why are they getting so annoyed at you? Youâre just better.
Rook has some eccentricities, and youâre well aware of them. They put you off at first, but now youâre used to him. It just seems normal now. Youâre not sure why everyone makes such a big deal out of his tendencies, thatâs just how he is. Heâll stalk you, hunt you down, but heâs having fun! Donât spoil it for him!
Epel is actually the perfect fit for NRC, you think. Heâs a troublemaker, heâs stubborn, and heâs so, so angry. But heâs right! Why should you respect people who claim to be above you? Itâs so irritating that they walk around with those annoying smirks on their faces. You two should do something about that, donât you think?
Idia has a very specific way of talking that can not only be confusing, but can also irritate the hell out of people. Of all things you could pick up from him, you picked up his smug jabs and insults, accompanied by a tooth grin and a laugh. Itâs unnerving how much heâs rubbed off on you, a true testament to how close you too are much to the chagrin of the rest of NRC.
Malleus finds so much delight in being your bodyguard, your most trusted companion, that he doesnât even bat an eye when you use his magic for your own gain. Youâve gotten soft, molding to whatever shape Malleus wants you to be just so he wonât leave. Youâre helpless without him, only he has the will and the magic to protect you. So wonât he please stay?
Lilia has a way of dodging the truth, putting a smile on his face even when heâs hurting. It makes you think that, if he can do that, why canât you? Lilia is smart, he knows how to go about life, so you should follow his lead and bury your problems until theyâll never see the light again.
Sebek has done nothing but berate you for being human since you met him, and even if youâve gotten closer to him over the course of your stay in Twisted Wonderland, youâre starting to think heâs right. If you had magic, if you werenât human, youâd be more powerful. Itâs a fact. You could do so much more if you werenât so weak.
Silver has made you complacent. He takes each step carefully, protecting both you and Malleus, so why would you need to protect yourself in any capacity? Itâs so nice, having this safety net. If you could, you'd rely on Silver forever, never facing the cruel realities of the world that are blocked by his strong arms.
#auburn's fics <3#disney twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland#twst x reader#disney twst x reader#riddle rosehearts x reader#trey clover x reader#cater diamond x reader#ace trappola x reader#deuce spade x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#ruggie bucchi x reader#jack howl x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#jade leech x reader#floyd leech x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#rook hunt x reader#epel felmier x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader#lilia vanrouge x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#silver x reader#twst silver x reader
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SOME MOREEE YANDERE PINES TWINS THOUGHTS
stan pines thoughts and professor ford pines??? HOLD ON LET ME COOK
18+!!!!
tw // yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, power imbalance, pervy uncle lowkey, also lowkey bimboification, noncon (not explicit)
professor ford pines!!!!!!!! known to be the eccentric professor who goes on tangents about trans-dimensional physics and other science junk, but also superrr lenient grader like no possible way anyone could fail his class. youâre def teacherâs pet type and heâs definitely aiming to make you a TA. always getting you involved in weird experiments, but youâre always down cuz ur there to learn! ford invites you to his house, you guys hang out outside of class and research, youâve met his brother!! like u knew it was getting weird, but at the same timeâŠ. you need a good rec letter. so one day you guys are in his office at his home, grading papersâŠ
â(y/n).â ford calls your name, sternly. the lights were dim and quiet classical music played in the office. you hum and turn to him. before you know it, his chapped lips press against yours. you push him away, scared and surprised.
âprofessor, what the hell are you doing?â you try back away, but ford grabs your hand.
âi think you are one of the most brilliant minds i know and i want to be with you, (y/n).â ford stands, pulling you into a hug. you push back, stumbling away from him.
âno, i-i never thought that! i thought we were just friends!â
âbut, i invited you to my home.â fordâs face saddens, âyou met my familyâŠâ
âi never⊠i never realizedâŠâ you felt embarrassed for the old professor. you take a step back. you canât see his face, but you watch his fists clench.
âi suppose that means youâre okay with losing your job, as well as any opportunities in this field.â his voice was low, words drenched in anger.
ânoâŠ. no, no, no, professor you canât do this to me.â your heart feels like it was being ripped out of your chest.
âno, i canât, but who will you tell? who will believe you? i am a respected scientist in our field, (y/n). think once more on your decision.â ford looks at you, a smug smirk laying on his face. you donât respond, knowing that you had no other choice. you step back to him and he pulls you into a soft, loving kiss. his 5 oâclock shadow scratches your face. ânow, please (y/n), call me ford.â
stan pines who had known your dad when he lived in texas and saw him again in gravity falls. stan pines who gets invited over to meet his friendâs family for dinner and sees you. a cute, little thing in their early 20s. stanâs instantlyyy enamored. youâre so cute and respectful, explaining how youâre living at home while you work and save money for a house, blushing when stan compliments you, serving him food first. you were acting like a perfect homemaker and stan was instantly obsessed. your dadâs gonna tell stan before he leaves that youâre all moving somewhere cheaper:
âyeah, pines, weâre moving some time soon. you know how it is with retirement and the market going down.â your dad sighs, wearily. stan nods, trying to listen to your voice in the house. âcanât move till (y/n) finds a job though. its gonna be tough on them especially with how hard it is to find jobs these days.â stan perks up at his words.
âyâknow, (y/n) donât have to quitâŠâ your dad looks at the older man in confusion. âmy grandkids have gone back to california, shermieâs grandkids technically, so my attic is open for them to stay in. they can stay at their job and you guys can move.â stan offers, fighting a giddy smile.
your dad clasps stanâs hands, âstan pines, you are the kindest man i know.â
stan for sure acts like a feeble old man around you to get you to take care of him. like cooking dinner, doing laundry, and more. he conditions you into acting like his stay at home partner. he starts making advances, subtle at first, to see what you would tolerate. soon heâs dictating what you wear and bending you over on the kitchen counter to make sure you stay full :) (dont get me started on somnophilia cuz i have thoughts on those but idk if u guys are ready for the things im gonna say)
here are those thoughts i was talking abt⊠:))))
#these old fucks are consuming my every waking thought#yandere#x reader#yandere x reader#gender neutral reader#tw gaslighting#manipulation#stanford pines smut#stanley pines x reader#stanford pines x reader#stan pines x reader#stan pines smut#stanford pines#yandere stanley pines#stanley pines#ford pines x reader#ford pines#yandere imagines#yandere ford pines#tw noncon#gravity falls#yandere gravity falls#professor x student#dads best friend#bimboification#lowkey#yandere thoughts
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PROFESSORâS PET
Pairing: Art Professor!Joel AU x Teacher Assistant!f!reader.
Summary: Professor Miller wants you to teach the class tomorrow morning & you need help being less nervous. What if heâs the reason youâre nervous, though?
Content Warnings: SMUT 18+ only! MDNI. Age gap but not specified, power imbalance (professor x TA, reader stutters when nervous, academic weapon, teasing, fingering, one (1) pair of panties ripped to shreds, oral (f receiving), spitting, pussy slaps, praise kink, name calling (good girl, sweetheart, baby, smart girl), dirty talk, talking you through it, spanking, condescending a little bit, cum eating, face riding, nasty freaky kisses to share your cum, no use of y/n.
Authors Note: Good morning, babies! This is for @studioghibelli & their fantastic writing challenge. This moodboard was absolutely brilliant. As someone who did not go to college & canât retain information well, I tried to research as much as I could about art so I hope I did it justice! đ©” || wc: 2.6k || betaâd by @wannab-urs <333 ily sm gin ||
âYou want me to do what?â
It came out more as an exclamation rather than a question but you didnât care at the moment.
He couldnât have been serious.
âI want you to teach the class tomorrow about your two favorite artists. Thatâs all Iâm askinââ Professor Miller says, stuffing his papers back into the desk drawer for the night.
âB-but you know I donât talk well in front of them, I constantly stutter and they donât respond well to me yet, I-â
âDo you need me to help you with the lesson plan for tomorrow? I can come over and help you write down some notes on what you want to talk about, but I need you to get more comfortable around them. We have a long school year ahead of us, and itâs not going to work if youâre afraid to speak up here.â
He was annoyed having to explain his reasoning, but he was right. Even if you didnât want to hear you were doing a terrible job as a teacher's assistant. Scratching your head and turning so he canât see the look of shame on your face, Joel shuffles towards you and hands you your coat off the coat rack.
âItâll be fine. All you need is a push and youâll do great. Hurry before we miss the train.â
You nod and take your coat to put it on, the tan fabric becoming darker as you step outside and rain starts to pelt off it. Mr. Miller sighs and hoists his briefcase above his head and takes his other hand to the side of him searching for yours until he finds it and grabs it, guiding you through the raindrops until you get under the stone archway to take a brief moment for the rain to calm down.
âCanât believe Iâve had you as a TA for almost two years now and have never once seen where you live or even know about you outside of this place.â His finger wags slowly behind his head, indicating he was referring to the school.
âI donât really like to talk about myself, but my parents made a really good name for themselves. I was put through all the good schools they could toss their money at. I was supposed to go to school to be a lawyer, but I wasnât interested in the slightest. I told my mom I wanted to study visual arts and she wasnât too surprised, said I always had an eye for that sort of thing. I want to become a professor here one day but for now I just want to learn everything I can, ya know?â You smile at the ground as you think about teaching here someday and hope it doesnât come off as dorky.
Heâs so much older than you and probably knows so much between art and life. You could only hope to have as much knowledge as him when you become a professor.
âI think thatâs amazing honestly. I hope to one day see you as a professor here whenever you feel like youâre ready.â
His grin eases your nerves, and you hear the train coming, taking his hand once more to run to the train stop. Your shoes squeak against the vinyl flooring of the moving cabin until you get to a seat by the foggy window, plopping your bag right next to you with Joel sitting across the small white table that was tattered from all the use.
The train ride to your town wasnât too long and Joel read almost the entire time, asking you every now and then if you were okay. Once you catch a taxi to take you home, it drops you off right at the black iron gates. He steps out of the sleek black car and is a little taken aback by the size of your house.
âWhatâs the matter? I told you they had money.â You giggle and push the buzzer on the stone post to the left of you, telling them to let you inside. Almost instantly, the gates push open and you walk along the pebble drive, flinging your book bag over your shoulder as he follows a few steps behind you, taking in the beauty that is your house.
Once you get inside and introduce him to the small group of staff working, they tell you your parents went out for the evening to some charity event and thereâs food in the fridge if you were hungry.
The nerves about teaching tomorrow overrode the feeling of being hungry, but you still offered Joel anything he couldâve wanted. He settles with water, and you leave him in the study where heâs content with gazing at the walls covered in full bookshelves about any and everything.
You come back in and shut the rosewood pocket doors quietly, careful not to disturb him from the current book in his hand about astronomy. The way his fingers grazed over the corners of the pages made your stomach tingle just a little bit, the dim lighting from the chandelier glowing a soft yellow on his face as he was entranced by the contents.
Get it together, heâs off limits, you tell yourself.
There was no ring on his finger and he always talked about his lonely weekends, but still. You were his teacher's assistant.
You clear your throat and set his water down on the desk before you turn on the green bankers lamp sitting at the edge of the table. Joel closes the red leather book and looks up at you, noticing the water, and he puts the book back where he found it.
âThank you.â He raises the glass to you before taking a sip, the muscles in his neck contracting as he swallows, and it brings that same feeling as before that you felt in your stomach.
So, give me two of your favorite art pieces and the artist with some facts about them. You donât have to start from their birth or anything.â
He pinches his slacks right on the thighs to hike them up just a little before he sits down in the wooden chair at the head of the table, his hands on the back of his head as his fingers interlock against his skull.
Focus.
You pace back and forth at the other end of the table, Joelâs eyes on you intently as you fiddle with your fingers, running through the list of artists you tend to gravitate towards.
âI got it. Botticelli.â
âNice choice. Why him?â
You continue to walk back and forth and sort out which facts about him and his artwork you love to tell people they wouldnât normally know.
âI love the painting Birth of Venus but um- itâs not technically her birth story, itâs m-more like the story continued after her birth; when she steps off her shell and onto the island of Cyprus. S-sheâs being blown ontoâŠâ you take a deep breath in and put your head in your hands.
âIâm sorry, Joel.â
You turn away from him and look out the window trying to compose yourself.
âJust take your time, Iâve got all night, kid.â
Turning to face him, heâs sitting straight up now and you can tell heâs listening to every word coming out of your mouth. His dark jacket is tight on his arms and itâs just enough to show the outline of his muscles.
âSheâs being blown onto shore by the spring winds which is Zephyr, who is accompanied by his wife, Chloris, whoâs also blowing Venusâ shell to shore. Her pose was most likely inspired by an ancient marble statue in the Mediciâs collection, which we refer to as the Medici Venus, the first ever nude female sculpture in classical art.â
You manage to recite all of that without stuttering this time and he grins proudly.
âI knew you could do it. Good job. Now, what I want you to do is write down bullet points on this note card with a keyword thatâll spark your mind and draw the facts out of you fluently.â
Your cheeks warm at first and then your brows furrow at his instructions.
âWhat do you mean, professor?â
âCome here, Iâll show you.â
He scoots his chair back enough so you can stand to the side of him and watch as he scribbles down some words on the lined piece of paper. The red ink flows effortlessly and he pushes it to you, pointing at what he did.
âItâs just a keyword thatâll spark your brain to talk about it. If you write down everything youâre gonna say, it sounds like a robot trying to read it. This way, you wonât get overwhelmed by everything you wanna say and you can sound effortless.â
You nod as the gears in your head turn, the idea making perfect sense now. Reaching out to grab another note card, you bend over to write on it, starting at the top. You feel Joelâs hand on the small of your back very lightly as he watches you write, the pen in your hand moving faster than heâs ever seen.
âThe next one is gonna be the technique he used for the painting.â
You write the word âtechniqueâ shakily, trying to breathe manually.
âWhat about his technique?â Joel asks, his hand not moving from your back.
âH-he um, he used the tempera technique, itâs when you d-dilute a raw egg with water and mix watered down p-pigment with it and um-um paint with it.â Your words get breathy and all at once you stand straight up, clearing your throat once more.
âYouâre still pretty nervous. Is it me? Am I making you nervous?â The condescending tone in Professor Miller's voice makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up, feeling like youâve been called out.
âPartially, maybe.â You admit and turn away from him but you donât move from next to him.
He runs his hand over his scruff and smirks slyly.
âDo you trust me?â
Without hesitation you nod yes.
âTurn around for me.â Joelâs hands grip your hips and spin you around in your spot.
âNow read your little note card for me. Come on, youâve got this, smart girl.â
That was all you had to hear to make your stomach flip and arousal flood your body. Smart girl.
His hands never leave your hips as he holds you still, subconsciously rubbing the fabric of your skirt on the waistband while you read your notes. You manage to get through half of them before you stutter out and stop again.
âAgain, from the top.â He says softly, still holding onto you. Just as you begin to speak, you feel yourself being guided backwards and you donât stop talking, going with the flow of things.
For the purpose of learning, right?
Joel puts you right against his thighs, his head peeking over the side of your arm to see what bullet point you were on.
âKeep going, youâre doing such a good job.â He whispers as he rubs your back gently.
âBotticelli used the tempera technique, which is when you mix a r-raw egg with water a-and you dilute yo-our pigment with water and mix th-em together.â
His hand ever so slowly moves around the side of your thigh until heâs on the top of it, his thumb dangerously close to the point of no return. Your breaths were getting heavier and you were almost positive he could feel your heart rattling in your body like a caged animal.
âJoel, I-â
âStart it again, and if you stutter Iâll stop.â
His hand dips under your skirt and he nods to your index card, wanting you to restart.
âWell come on, be a good girl for me.â He grunts out and smirks before biting your arm playfully.
You didnât know how you got here or why he wanted to touch you this way but you werenât going to stop him. He was a good looking man and god forbid you do something out of your normal routine.
His fingertips dance over your overly excited clit and release some tension for you, and itâs like a key to a gate, your legs spreading more and more with every circle from his middle finger. You continue to talk through his efforts to make you stutter, even when he gets faster and kisses your back.
âJust like that, sweetheart. Next artist, letâs go.â He pushes you up on the desk and splits your legs apart, ripping your panties in two before he takes off his jacket and rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows.
âThe Swing painted by Jean-Honore Fragonard. Itâs said itâs a commission from a man on the court who requested Fragonard to paint him and his younger mistress being pushed on a swing while he watches and admires her-oh my god, Joel, right there, yes, yes.â
His tongue dances against your clit after he spits on it, licking every inch of you just to hear your pretty moans. His hands travel up your abdomen until he gets to your shirt, ripping the buttons apart to see your beautiful breasts. A deep groan against your overly sensitive clit makes your eyes almost roll back into your skull and he slaps your pussy firmly.
âThatâs not being a good girl. Did I tell you to stop?â
âNo, sir.â You whimper and try to get back on track about the painting you were talking about. His curls tickle against the soft insides of your thighs as he continues, licking feverishly at your clit.
âThe brushwork is rapid and it exemplifies the Rococo style of playfulness and eleganceâ you whimper out and buck against his face, your hand dipping into his hair to tug firmly.
He spanks your ass as he feels your body squirm under him, tugging your legs to rest on his shoulders as he continues to lap up your arousal.
âYouâre such a filthy girl, riding your professor's face in your house, naughty naughty girl. Oh, yes, cmon sweetheart, use my mouth.â
You moan his name louder and thank god your sounds are muffled from the rest of the house by all the literature covering the walls. Somehow you finish telling him about the painting and he looks at you as you cry out for more from him, your slick glossing over his mustache.
âPlease make me come, Joel. Please, I need you so bad.â You kiss him roughly and try to grab his rock hard bulge but he pulls his hips away and groans loudly on your lips before grinning, going back down to your pussy and moaning against you.
âCome right on my face, right fuckinâ now. Let me taste how sweet you are. I know you canât handle much more and you donât wanna disappoint me, right baby?â Joel smirks and flattens his tongue against your clit once more, teasing you and enjoying this just as much as you were.
The burning sensation in your belly starts to spill over and before you can tell him, you grip both edges of the table and come against his face, crying and squirming to get away from him but it only makes Joel pin you down by your wrists and lick harder, tasting every bit you give him.
He licks you clean and kisses his way up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts to your lips, sharing the deliciousness with you. As you come down from your high, the grandfather clock in the corner of the room starts to chime, indicating it was midnight.
âThat 7:30 A.M. class is gonna be here before you know it, professor.â You push the damp curls off his forehead and giggle as he stands up tiredly, holding a hand out for you. As you sit up on the table, his hand cups your cheek and kisses you deeply once more.
âYou owe me sleep, so much sleep.â
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Who's in Control?
Alastor x Reader
| Part 1(here!) | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Summary : You sold your soul to Alastor and had no idea how big of a deal this was. Until recently, you finally learn what it means, and realize all that Alastor had been doing was just a lie.. or was it?
Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader, Huskerdust? (M!Reader here, Gn!Reader here)
Warnings : swear words
Additional Tags : Angst, miscommunication, misunderstandings, Alastor actually being nice?!, no use of (Y/n)
Ib : Who's in Control By Set It Off
Word count : 1.8k
"Good morning, dear."
"Morning, Al." You reach the lobby and take a seat on the floor next to Alastor's chair.
"How was your sleep, darling?"
"It was good! And yours?"
"Aha, hilarious, really. You know I don't sleep, my dear." He places a hand on your head and gives your hair a ruffle. "You really do know how to brighten my day."
The rest of the team reaches the lobby, and you all gather around for your daily dose of trust exercises.
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You and Alastor had been growing closer and closer ever since your arrival at the hotel. There was no doubt that he was your favourite person there.
And, well, for Alastor, he never wanted to admit it, but everyone in the hotel could tell, and even he was aware.
He was growing a soft-spot for you.
It was never supposed to be this way. He was never meant to grow attached. It just somehow happened, and that was that.
Everything between you two was going great. Except for that one little issue that bothered Alastor.. but you didnât have to know. He never tried to abuse any of that power when he asked for your soul. He never thought of doing anything to you.
But there comes a time in every relationship where a lie can ruin it all.
âHey, sugar. How yaâ doinâ?â Angel Dust leans by the bar counter, greeting you as usual.
âI'm doing decent. Husk and I were just talking about you.â
âWe were fuckinâ not!â You watch as the cat's ears twitch, the drink he was originally pouring tipping over.
âOh, really? No need taâ lie Husky~â You laugh at Angel's teasing, which makes Husk let out a low growl. âAt least I don't gawk over a certain demon so obviously.â
âHey! Are you talking about me and Al?â
âWho else would he be talkinâ about?â Angel tilts his head to the side, giving you a knowing glare. âYaâ can't even deny it.â
âAl and I are just friends.â
âKid, Angel's right.â The cat can only do so much but sigh. âYou don't know him as well as I do. He treats you differently.â
âStill, we're just friends-â
âThe Radio Demon doesn't do âfriendsâ, kid.â
âYeah, well, he owns my soul. Of course he'd treat me differently.â
The way it so simply came out of your mouth like it wasn't some big deal. Both Husker and Angel Dust froze in place, staring at you wide-eyed.
âWhat? Did I say something wrong?â
âWhat.. what did you just say?â The spider can hardly comprehend the news you'd just dropped.
âHe owns my soul..?â
âKid. What the actual fuck?!â
âWhat the fuck did he do to you?! Yaâ alright?! Are you hurt?â
You watch as the two demons skim your body up and down, firing questions at you, checking up to make sure you weren't hurt.
But you were confused.
âWhat's going on? Why are you guys suddenly acting so strange?â
âWh- Why did you sell yaâ soul to him?!â
âFuck I knew he was up to no good!â
âHe told me by selling my soul to him he'd protect me from everything and anything at all cost. I didn't see a reason to decline?â You reply to Angel's question, ignoring Husk as he mutters about himself being correct. âI got nothing to lose.â
âYaâ got everything to lose, shitass.â You hear his voice start to crack slightly as you realise tears welling up in his eyes.
âAngel?! Hey, what's wrong?â
âDamn, kid. You really don't know shit, huh?â
âAbout..?â
âWhat it means to sell your soul.â
âI know what it means, Al said-â
âForget that fucker.â Husk practically spits out his name. âD'you know why I work here at the bar?â
âBecause you like your job..?â
âNo. Itâs because I was forced by the person I sold my soul to.â
âWho..?â
âHell, kid.. you really can't take a hint?â
And just like that, he says one more name, and your whole world comes tumbling down on you.
He didn't actually care for you, he was just shaping you in case you came to use.
He didn't actually enjoy your company, he was just watching you to make sure you were obedient.
He didn't actually mean any of the things he said. He was just trying to manipulate you.
And you were so damn lost. So damn lost as to whether the control and power you thought you had, really belonged to you.
âValentino is an overlord.. and he's your boss?â
âYup.â Angel nods.
âAnd he owns your soul like Al owns Huskâs?â
âExactly.â Husk replies.
âAnd there's no escaping this contract..?â
âNo.â The two reply together.
âFuck.â
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âGreetings, my dear! How are you on this fine morning?â The static sounds from Alastor's usual seat at the lobby where you all gather every morning.
There's that usual smile etched on his face, which, you used to believe looked genuine when he was talking to you, but it seemed that wasn't the case.
âHey, Husk. Hey, Angel.â You greet the two on the couch, completely passing by Alastor and ignoring his whole existence. âMind if I sit?â
âYeah, go ahead.â Angel scoots over and makes space for you to squeeze between Husk and himself. âYaâ look like hell.â
âYou alright, kid?â
âCouldn't sleep much last night, but I'm fine.â You reassure them.
The rest of the crew were a bit startled at your display, knowing well that you refused to not sit by Alastor's chair, normally.
And here you were, ignoring him completely like he was no longer relevant, and hanging with the other two demons.
âOkay.. what an interesting way to start the morning!â Charlie tries to break the ice.
Everyone turns their attention towards her.
Everyone but Alastor.
He was practically fuming with rage, anger, irritation, but yet, a tiny bit of worry.
How dare you ignore the Radio Demon like he was some piece of useless trash?
But then again.. why were you suddenly acting so cold and distant? What did he do wrong?
He couldn't help but focus his attention on you throughout the entire day, but you didn't even spare him a single glance.
Needless to say, you felt a knock on your door that night.
âDarling, how wonderful to see you! Wonderful, really. Mind if I come in?â
âA little. What do you need, Alastor?â You stand at the door frame, hand still on the door handle, prepared to slam the door in case anything happens.
Meanwhile, Alastor was pissed. You had never rejected inviting him in for late night chatting, in fact, you never rejected anything from him.
âIt's nothing, really. I just hoped to have a friendly little chat with you, if that's alright?â Alastor leans down to your level, tilting his head and giving you his usual smile he reserved for you, and you only.
âA bit busy. Maybe next time.â You attempt to close the door, but a hand swoops in and, damn, was he strong.
âDear, what seems to be the issue?â
âIâm really busy, Alastor.â You sigh. His ears twitch at the name. Where were all his sweet little nicknames? Why were you only referring to him by his full name?
âClearly, something is wrong, and I ought to find out what I had done to deserve such treatment.â He states, making himself welcome in your room. âTalk to me, darling.â
âOh enough with the pet names, Iâm not your fucking pet.â You roll your eyes, closing the door behind you to make sure no one stumbles upon your little predicament.
Alastor stiffens, then laughs.
âWhatever are you talking about, dear? Of course youâre not my pet.â
âThe damn contract says otherwise..â You watch as Alastor shifts uncomfortably, his back still facing you. âI shouldâve known you just wanted another soul. Fuck you, Alastor.â
You continue on about how you never shouldâve trusted him, and how you finally knew about everything so there was no point in him pretending to tolerate you.
Alastor, however, could barely process anything you were saying. He could hear his own static in his own head, and it was growing louder and louder.
What the fuck was happening? How did you know? What did he ever do? Where did he go wrong..?
âDarling, please.. You donât understand-â The radio filter in his voice was off, his actual voice coming out as a soft plea.
Taken aback, you stopped talking. Alastor turned to face you, smile still etched high and proud, but his eyes looked like he was about to break.
âAlastor..â You murmur. âI just donât think I can trust you anymore. Iâm sorry.â
âWhen have I ever used any of that power on you?!â Alastor snaps, eyes darting all over the place, trying to find out what to do to fix all this. âIâve been nothing but nice! I.. I helped you when you were in trouble! I did nothing to hurt you..â
You watch as Alastor starts losing his usual composure, having it slowly drifting away.. It was heartbreaking seeing him like this, but you couldnât bring yourself to forgive him and pretend nothing happened.
âIt doesnât matter when youâre in control..â
âNo.. darling, no! Youâre in control!â He scrambles, grabbing you by the shoulders.
âReally? Iâm not sure I trust any of that bullshit anymore.â
âDear, please, listen to me..!â
âI'm sorry, Al.. I think it's best if you leave.â
He pauses.
âHave a good sleep, dear.â He says, voice filter completely off. It was a rare occasion getting to hear his sweet voice. Too bad it had to be under such circumstances.
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âOh my, Alastor, what's got your ears pinned back?â Rosie leads her friend through the halls and has him take a seat opposite of her. âIs everything alright?â
âNo.. no it's not.â He replies. âShe found out.â
âAbout the deal?â
âNo, Rosie. No.â He sighs. âShe found out what selling her soul to me actually permits me.â
âBut you never wanted to abuse that power, did you?â
âOf course not.â
âThen, I'm assuming you didn't tell her?â
âNo.â
âWell, why not?â
âWould it make a difference?" She could practically hear him scoff. "She's irritated at me as is. It's not like she'd even heed my words."
âCome, now, Alastor. You know as well as I that the sweetheart would listen.â Rosie tuts, waving a hand at him.
âShe doesn't need to know how powerful she actually is.. she doesn't need to know her soul is being gambled this very second.â
Alastor sighs, getting up from his chair.
âThank you for your kind words, Rosie. I shall take my leave now.â
âTake care, Alastor.â She smiles. âI'm sure she'll understand.â
âI surely hope you're correct."
âââ/ TBC. /âââ
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SECRETS & SPELLS
m reader x kazuha ; sakura // 14k words
âReally,â and youâre saying this with the most unimpressed look on your face, knowing Sakuraâs bullshit could never get to you that easily, âAnd here I thought we had something special going on between us,â you tell her with a gesture of a hand, signifying the rapport.Â
She laughs at that, because deep down youâll put up with her antics in the end either way. Whether it would be spilling a few drinks down her throat or splitting her open until the crack of dawn breaks into the horizon, youâll get the last say before she does. Always.Â
âDo tell,â says Sakura, âBesides, youâve got my number on speed dial.âÂ
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Itâs actually a pretty funny thing how the sacred law of attraction works in these kinds of scenarios; at least, thatâs what youâve learned when Sakura barged into your life from completely out of nowhere. This might come off as unexpected: youâre the TA for one of the design courses, and Sakura happened to be one of the top students in the class with the highest probability to break through into the fashion industry come post-grad.Â
And at every turn since the beginning of the semester, she has managed to impress you amazingly.Â
Everythingâs all lighthearted at the first meeting - the usual buzz about this stellar connection you have with Sakura - and she feels the same sentiment. The feedback is subtle; the compliments start to pile on one another; youâre noticing features in her appearance that might be falling into the obvious scope of things, but you take note of them either way.Â
Wasnât that long until youâve mustered up the courage to treat her out after she came to you for additional advice and pointers and such from one of her personal projects. Although the first date was an absolute train wreck to your standards, she was willing enough to come back around for more.Â
One meeting happens again, and another.Â
Then the next one.Â
And the next one.Â
The weeks start to mesh together aside from all the usual routines and responsibilities filling up your schedule and calendar. But youâve managed to set time aside whenever possible because thatâs all part of having fun with someone like her. And sure, youâre waiting for that Friday to hit every time because it relieves you of anything for a short period; itâs also safe to say that youâre not the only one.Â
So you learn a lot of things about Sakura. More ways than you would like.Â
And itâs not even worth blaming the lowered inhibitions due to the alcohol. A test drive of sorts, the natural course of thoughts coming out from your brain and channeling that to your words and actions whenever youâre around her, thereâs that appreciation in the honesty - wondering where has this girl been all your life?
Because Sakura falls in a lot of ways. Ways that you would never have expected:
âFor one thing,â youâre telling her while being roped deeper into the club by her hand, âI donât think the number 1-800-hot-n-fun was a viable one to go with, by the way.â She twists her head around once getting past the foyer, opening up from the inside to scattered crowds spaced away from the dance floor. As expected for a Friday night to no surprise -Â the thrumming of your eardrums in response to the overpowering bass proving a clear struggle in terms of discernibility.Â
âDo I have to remind you again?â Sakura tells you, loosening the grip as youâve managed to get in close proximity, unfazed when your body is practically on top of hers, passing through the crowd, âWeâre doing that thing with Miss âyou - know - whoâ. Unless youâre asking me to just leave your ass back in the apartment, but oh wait - you're already here with me as it is.âÂ
âSure.â And thatâs how things like these usually go with her: youâll be doing one thing, then the familiar contact on your phone pops up on your lockscreen. Some days youâd drop whatever you were doing in a heartbeat - if it was willing to kill time or procrastinate, sheâd know your answer already. âDrop the code name. Youâre not being really inconspicuous with-âÂ
âKazuha? But it fits the profile perfectly!â Sheâs beaming, exchanging a few glances with some regulars hovering outside the dance floor, her face lighting up with wide eyes andan open an open mouth.
âBut seriously,â you say, and with as much sarcasm that you could pull out of your ass, âI thought that was a one-time thing with her.â Sakura rolls her eyes, spearheading to one of the booths on the far end of the dance floor, secluded in a suspicious corner where no one else would end up unless being escorted off with enough shots in their system to do so in the first place.Â
And you learn - with Sakura, nothing is ever a one time thing with her. Ever. She brought you into a trap, the kind where you couldnât even get out of if you tried.Â
Like all necessary cues for an entrance, this one doesnât really have a notable introduction since youâre the one thatâs interested without actually saying it explicitly. The lone girl sitting in the booth catches your eye, spacing out with the colorful floating lights occasionally hitting her face as she appears to be breaking a sweat despite her stoic expression.Â
She looks nervous, probably flustered at the fact that sheâs even in the dance club considering how flushed her face looks without the color. You look over to Sakura, to which she smiles with her eyes, already feeling the stage being set for whatâs to come.
âYou sure you want to leave this as a one - off?â She asks, combing down some of her hair while waving at the girl in the booth. âThink of this as a chance to redeem yourself with her - her - I mean, me.âÂ
âNot everything has to be about you. Acting as the lynchpin when you also want to join in on the fun as well.âÂ
Sakura nicks her head, that prying grin coming at the corner where you canât see it up front. She studies your features, the way your face crinkles at every remark or sly comeback that leaves her lips, priming those synapses ready and raring for how she wants this night to go. âThatâs exactly whatâs going to happen. It worked last time, and itâll work again.âÂ
With all thoughts considered, it all leads to one inevitable conclusion:Â
âIâd love for you to work her over again, like you did before,â she husks, lazily placing her lips along the line of your jaw. The nerve ends down your neck and spine tingling at the contact as your feet move along with hers, approaching closer to the lone girl waiting at the table, locking irises and noticing her pulled lip. âAnd just for your information, sheâs so into you.âÂ
âAre you sure itâs not the other way around with him?â Kazuha butts in, sliding over a subtle appetizer of some casual chips and assorted dips; the duo of Arnold Palmers is also quick to follow soon after. âI mean, youâre the one who likes to kiss everybody, Sakura.âÂ
âNot true,â she rebukes. âBut I-âÂ
âIf you want to test that theory,â youâre telling the both of them, smiling with eyes trained alternating on looks, sipping a bit of the beverage down, âI think both of you would be convinced to take this somewhere that allows more misbehavior to happen.âÂ
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Itâs not that youâre not able to remember the events of last night. Itâs the fact that you canât remember what took place last night at all.Â
Though your memory starts to stir back to normal at the floating pair of lips hovering over and around your face in the late morning going into the afternoon.
Youâre squinting from the overbearing light that breaks through the curtains and and the ambient sounds of traffic in the distance from the open window. Thereâs also the realization that the mobility in your body is severely hammered, and with good reason.Â
A look up past the sheets, and itâs a body pressed next to yours, sprawled with an arm and leg thrown over your thigh and stomach, still trying to be mindful in care not to wake you. She looks up at you with doe eyes before fluttering them shut and nestling deeper into the side of your chest, rubbing her hand across the more she gets comfortable.Â
âAbout time you woke up,â she mumbles, giggling at you, plopping your head back onto the pillow. âI was wondering if you were actually dead or something, not that I would be worried of course.âÂ
âAnd if I was?â The question alone is alone is rhetorical as it sounds, blinking up towards the ceiling while adjusting your body meshed into the mattress and in between the sheets, âI feel like you couldâve put in a little more effort to, well, bring me back to life.âÂ
This girl then sits up, lets the comforter trickle down to her waist, exposing her breasts; the marks still apparent from the night prior, serving to be a good kickstarter for your memory now that most of the alcohol shouldâve subsided by now. âMaybe I shouldâve put more effort into that, the same way that you handled us,â she tells you, âGod, you really donât remember anything from last night, do you?âÂ
âSakura,â you say, and youâre calling her out with a soft laugh bubbling beneath your stomach.. âIâd hate to be honest with you, but I canât even remember the amount of drinks we had at the place. Thatâs how you know itâs bad if you were in my shoes.âÂ
âBut you were still sober enough to dick me down after a long week?âÂ
You donât give an answer to Sakuraâs question, but the way her actions do the talking should already say enough: placing kisses on your shoulder, shuffling herself closer to you, hand slithering to a certain spot where itâs also jogging your memory.Â
âSweetie,â you tell her, a dragged - out sigh leaving your lips once Sakuraâs practiced fingers start to touch down around your half-hardened cock. âYou wouldnât mind helping me remember what we did last night, right?âÂ
Well, of course, sheâd say, but instead she laces that phrase in the form of a kiss. Knowing her, sheâd be willing to assist in whatever it is that you do. A transactional service: you do one thing for her and sheâd do the same. And the repayment could really come in a handful of methods, but this one usually takes top of the list.Â
âI donât,â Sakura answers, giggling softly when youâre trying to push for more, leaning your head to meet her lips, her pulling away just to play a little tease. âAs much as I would love to help you, I canât be the only one to do all the work around here. It tarnishes your gentlemanly appearance, but thatâs what I think.âÂ
You pull one of her legs up, shifting her closer to you when she has her lips working you again, hand twisting deliberately around your cock. The pace alone is strategic and slow, but very well practiced and methodical, licking up her palm to ensure sheâs soaking up the sensitive surface in every spot possible.Â
She also takes the hint with the sliding hand up her waist, straddling over your thighs to where youâre almost pinned against the headboard, grip still apparent around your shaft, keeping steady the more she scooches her hips up beneath your groin. You get lost in the valley of her waist, the defined abs well deserved from the hard work in the gym, the gaze she possesses with those lovely, messy locks in her hair, the pure seductiveness with her hand grazing her breast. Youâre being pulled back in with another intoxicating kiss, filled with so much care and and love, and all of that to be replaced with undesirable lust that seems to entrap both of you like the heavenly light breaking through the thin curtains in your room.Â
The taste, the scent of her - still present from last nightâs tales - are another reminder and trick for your mind to work around against the lingering after effects of the alcohol.Â
âIs it working?â She asks, holding herself just above your length with hands fast around your neck, âOr do you still need some help getting your memory up to speed?âÂ
Sakura then reaches over to the nightstand, a Polaroid captured in between her pointer and middle finger, eyes slanted along with her face, watching you examine the picture in the small snapshot. Another fragment is obtained through this, internalizing the appearance of her marked - up body sprawled up on the same bed youâre lying in, with another body next to her but the face isnât shown.Â
Just as youâre about to say your answer, she catches you by surprise, the press of her lips on you again, hips jumping up in impulse when her pussy settles on top of the underside of your shaft, hands naturally trained to her hips as the slow pecks eventually become more inviting, passionate.Â
Maybe the home remedies wouldâve been a sufficient option to cure your hangover, but with Sakura, she herself is the best kind of morning after pill that youâll take the chance over if the opportunity presents itself like it has right now. Her kisses become more intoxicating, hoping that youâll want her in the same fashion that sheâs emitting - a being thatâs blessed with a wanting so addicting, itâs impossible to think twice about it. Your mouth makes its way down the fine column of her throat and then to her chest, marking up the same spots as you did the night before, tugging onto one of her stiff nipples with your teeth.Â
The grip in your hair with her fingers starts to become tighter, forcing her body onto you more. She holds you there, cheek pressed to the crown of your head, the moans proving to be positive feedback for you, grinding her hips slightly over your cock, making your grasp more protective of her, as if you didnât want her to leave your presence whatsoever.Â
She captures your lips again, hands now on both ends of your face, humming in approval when yours find their way to her ass, clawing your fingertips on the soft skin, setting the tempo of how her pussy lips glide across your cock, bathing it in her slick, and a small feeling of whatâs to come in the passing minutes. Her teeth clash with yours on accident, laughing as she scaffolds her kisses down to your cheek, to the pulsepoint, on your trap, biting lightly as a proud badge of honor. Pulling away, she bites her lip, placing another kiss before pressing you back to the wall.Â
âSaku,â you sputter, gasping out when her hips slide forward, pressing herself down on your cock that tenses all of the muscles in your legs, straightening them out beneath the sheets for a moment. âFuck, youââÂ
âShh,â she says, finger on your lips.. âItâs helping a lot, right?â Her hand sliding down your chest, nails grazing across your skin riddled with goosebumps, probably because of how cold the room has gotten but at the same time how the heat between your two continues to build up. âI gave you two hints already, so do what you will with that.âÂ
âI think it is coming together,â you say, puppy dog eyes in amazement with how Sakura keeps your chin tilted up while the movement of her hips hypnotizes you. âBut seriously, holy fuck, I-âÂ
Sakura pays no attention to your spills of cutoff praise, a moan from her lips and yours let out in unison when she rubs her clit right at the tip, hunching her back over, your face getting caught between the figurative net that is her tits, drawing another mark with your teeth and soothing it after with the flat plane of your tongue.Â
If sheâs not careful, this right amount of pressure from her pussy over your aching cock might spell disaster for you before even getting started with resuming last night's activities. Her body is already becoming a live wire to feed off on; the taste and how responsive sheâs been so far, youâll play into it for as long as she allows it.Â
Luckily, she knows your body well enough as hers, stopping herself as she scooches down. The trail of kisses coming back with the first couple scattering their way down from your lips, cheeks, and neck, now down to the chest. Every touch of her lips across the canvas of your body only sends your mind deeper into that endless barrel of delusion and madness from the fantasies youâve discovered with Sakura.Â
It might also be worth mentioning how she substituted her pussy for her hand again, dainty fingers well placed around your shaft again, pulling it upwards as she buries herself beneath the sheets, lips now planting kisses at the hip and down to the thigh, then turning her attention to your twitching cock.Â
You could feel the muscles in your ass clench underneath her body, watching with the comforter raised up to hide her from the open doorway, focused on how her breath grazes along your underside, carefully working her way up to place a chaste kiss to your tip, her tongue getting the first tastes of her favorite snack, swallowing the head first.Â
She then inches down a bit, pulling herself up and out, tongue swirling and well trained. The feeling settles in static breaths, watching her be grateful for the reward sheâs worked hard for in the short span of time. Her head lowers for another second, you lift your hips up to meet in the middle for her, and she stares at you with glossy eyes.Â
The comforter gets lowered as your hands find themselves onon Sakuraâs wrists.Â
âSaku,â you groan automatically. Sakuraâs eyes flutter in approval when she slides her puckered lips further down your length. The tiny press of her perfect lips, her tongue again slathering up the underside again, tracing a vein.Â
Her hand finds itself at the base, building up a rhythm in her bobs that youâre all too familiar with. Tongue and the opening past her mouth and into the throat, moving in every move imaginable that she knows that you love and like.Â
And itâs also this double-edged sword - a blessing or curse on her terms, how the vibrations coming from her vocal cords wrap around your cock whilst in her mouth, letting you know how ravishing you are for her cravings.Â
âKeep the comforter over me.â Sakura commands, purring. Mixing in the swiping of her tongue as well as the erotic kisses sheâs spoiling your cock with. Her head goes sideways, treating to one side of the base, dipping down to take one of your balls in her mouth. Sheâs also aware of how much you like your blowjobs to be wet, so itâs no surprise when she spits all over your cock, ensuring that no spot was left untouched with her saliva.Â
You do as she says, letting your hands rest beneath the sheets along with Sakura; the view of the room now opened up past the obstruction, watching as the small bump between your legs indicated Sakuraâs head, slowly feeling her head working her way down your cock, gasping when you feel the tip of her nose meet your stomach.Â
She laughs with a mouthful of cock in her mouth still when she hears the sound of the back of your head hitting the wall, gripping the fuck out of her wrist on your leg to let her know that sheâs doing wonders - in addition to the tension in your hips, bucking as sheâs putting enough effort to take all of you down her throat, shifting her head side by side with the small chokes minimized with the comforter over her.Â
The pace comes back, but this time with more variety. A hand is wrapped around your shaft, holding it in one spot while her mouth takes you right at the half, gagging as the suction deepens. Sheâs managed to have your cock slicked up enough to where her fingers are easy to swivel around, doubling down on the stimulation.Â
Sakura isnât one to really be forward when it comes to 'relieving your stressâ, but with the amount of practice that sheâs had from past experiences,, that thread of thoughts continues to open different avenues to sit on a balcony and ponder on. Earlier this week she felt compelled to have you bust all over her face because of how hot you looked while doing a virtual meeting on the couch; youâre picturing the image in your head - how she looks so good with your lips on you, so practiced, mouth pressuring all the right spots and tongue slicing through a vein and maybe lower.Â
âBaby, baby, holy shit,â youâre moaning out again, getting a response from Sakuraâs filled-up mouth, picturing the furrowed eyebrows and half-lidded eyes beneath the sheets. She moves your hands up from her wrists and into her hair, prompting you to shove the best inches down into her throat, much to the point where youâre nearly sitting upright to do so.Â
This isnât something to think too hard about: thrusting your hips into Sakuraâs face in the morning - into that sweet heat of her mouth, how her nails are creating crevices in your skin, relaxing her mouth and throat enough to stuff nearly all of your length to that one hole of hers. You know that she could go on with this for as long as youâd like, instinctively helping her part a few stray fringes in her hair without even being able to see it. Sheâs sometimes worried if youâre hurting yourself with every deepthroat she does to you, assuring that having no gag reflex makes these bits in the whole experience a whole lot more pleasurable.Â
âMmph.âÂ
âThis fucking mouth of yours, Saku,â you mumble, not paying any care to the increased volume of gags or the purring vibration of her open mouth creating this vacuum within your stomach - since the addicting suction and clench were about to send you into oblivion.Â
âMmmmphâŠâÂ
âGod,â you choke out. One thing you donât want to accept to yourself or to anyone, for that matter: this was the best fucking way to wake up.Â
âSo fucking good,â she mumbles.
Another thing youâd hate to admit sometimes is the fact that even though you've been restricted from seeing Sakura take in your cock so well underneath the sheets, thatâs traded in for how fast you could feel yourself coming undone again. That sense of pride also put you in jeopardy because every lick, plunge, and slip of your length into her mouth was another step in the pattern in transition to holding herself steady. It also doesnât help that she tilts her head up, poking the head of your cock on the inside of her cheek, swiping the tongue at the underside, and seriously, this woman.Â
The eerie ringing between your ears starts to pop up randomly, your body getting riddled with every overstimulating feeling being thrown right at it. The slickness in her mouth, the grip around the root becoming too tight, the gags becoming intense - your mouth is hanging low as your eyes begin to roll up to the back of your head. She doesnât plan on playing it safe, and the edge is rapidly getting to you; itâs too fast, too soon, okay, oh fuck, oh fuck.Â
âSaki!â a voice calls out past the open door leading into the hallway. âWhere the fuck are you?â Shit, the tone sounds awfully familiar, and you also notice the trail of clothes along the floor. Another fragment from last night flashes in your brain; though, youâre trying to keep focus while Sakuraâs heat surrounds your cock as you hear the sound of feet scraping along the hardwood floor.Â
âSaki, I-â The second girl stops short past the door, phone in her hand and hair tousled, but still presentable. Sheâs wearing your dress shirt from the night before, unbuttoned and parted perfectly enough to where you could see the inner curve of her tits - her long, creamy thighs stand out to you, making your lowered jaw salivate when she cocks her head to the right out of curiosity, hands behind her back with her tongue buried behind her bottom lip. âWell, what do we have here?âÂ
How could you forget? The additional set of clothes on the floor? The lady next to Sakuraâs ruined body covered with cum on the Polaroid photo?
Kazuha. Who else but Kazuha?Â
âGood morning,â you greet, paying no attention to your hands as they appear to be all over the place before settling themselves above the sheets, just adjacent to the subtle bump where Sakuraâs bobbing head was located. âI was wondering where you went off to.âÂ
âI couldnât really sleep, so I thought it would be a good idea to whip up some food to kill time,â says Kazuha, biting her lip at the sight of your hand resting above the oddly shaped form between your legs and underneath the sheets. âYou wouldnât mind if I asked: Where the heck is Saki?âÂ
âWell,â you try to say, pretending to be oblivious while the heat of Sakuraâs mouth trails your mind off into dreamland. âIâll give it to you straight; sheâs not here.âÂ
âUh huh,â Kazuha breathes, unamused. âReally though, where did she go?â She asks, raising herself up on her tiptoes, slowly migrating closer to the edge of the mattress, noticing the heels hanging out of the edge. âI couldâve sworn she was next to you when I woke up.âÂ
âShe was,â you reply, keeping that sly smile from breaking out in the frame of your face. âI donât know if you checked the bathroom if sheâs there, but thatâs one place to start looking if you ask me.âÂ
Kazuha pays no attention to your answer, only keeping her eyes fixed on the pair of feet at the edge of the matter, palming an area for what appears to be Sakuraâs calf, which makes her stop her controlled bobbing around your cock for a moment, stunned at the sudden press of Kazuhaâs hand pulling her head back off of your soaked shaft, gulping because she knows that she got caught.Â
A look under the sheets, and Kazuha laughs, locking eyes with you while the offering of a sheepish grin is all that you could give her. âReally?â she asks, examining beneath the white layer to only see Sakura laying on her stomach, bare ass between your legs while you eventually call the act off, lifting off the sheets to give Kazuha a better look at Sakuraâs head buried between your thighs, hand still well gripped into the threads of her hair. âIf you guys are going to start the fun without me, then donât even bother hiding it.âÂ
âWe weren't hiding anything at all,â teases Sakura, dipping her head down your cock again that makes you clench at the feeling of her throat.Â
âPretty much seems that way to me.â Kazuha retorts.Â
âWho was the one who woke up early again?âÂ
âDonât I have a say in this?â You inquire, combing Sakuraâs messy hair down while she moves her wrist around your length to occupy herself, causing you to shudder at the delicate touch. âI mean, Jesus, I guess Saku here couldnât really help herself to me.âÂ
âSheâs the worst.â Kazuha declares, slipping out of your dress shirt, now left with nothing but those lacy black pants she slipped on.Â
âHe worked you over; let me remind you,â Sakura replies, bearing a smug grin when she looks over towards you. âYou finished on her back, and before that, you finished on me twice.âÂ
The corner of your eye picks up on Kazuha getting back on the bed, shuffling with her knees as she approaches closer to you. You remember again that sheâs relatively well known in your circle of friends, considering the fact that sheâs one of the four girls that youâre relatively affiliated with around campus. Sheâs only a year younger than you, but good friends with Sakura (obviously); and thereâs also the duo of Chaewon and Yunjin, the pair of them also crazy in their own rights, respectively.Â
âYour point being?â The question gets both of their attention, exchanging looks when Kazuha finally reaches to you, guiding your hand to her waist and around her back, Sakura placing neat kisses across your obliques, cock still welded to her hand and stroking gently.Â
âI guess the golden question should be asked again,â says Sakura, bending her neck down to lightly tap the tip of your cock to her pouty lips. âWhere do you think youâll finish today? On our face? Down our throats? Our backs? Or maybeâŠâ
âMaybeâŠâ Kazuha teases, lifting her hands with yours up to her face, rubbing the pad of your thumb across her bottom lips, lightly sucking on it thatâs insanely hypnotic. âMaybe he could finish inside us?âÂ
(Sakura and Kazuha: birds of a feather. You canât fathom with the fact sometimes that theyâll act like angels, dress like crazy, and only have you around to tug the clothes off of them, as theyâre babbling listlessly about how youâll pin one of them down (or both) on the carpet, make paintings with your tongue all over their bodies; the taste of each more exquisite in every round you take them on, fucking them on any article of furniture within reach. )
Kazuhaâs not even remotely close to you. You and her are just surface-level friends at best. Heck, sheâs only a mere acquaintance in the swing of things, if you want to read deeper into the personal analysis of each other. The only line of connection you have with her is through Sakura. And from the last outing being a solid first impression for all parties involved, youâd laugh to yourself at times because Kazuha could never have enough of you and Sakura.Â
âKazuha, sweetie,â Sakura purrs, pulling her head up with a string of spit still attached to her chin. âYouâve had your fill with him already, literally.â And as she says that, you feel all of the muscles and bones in your body practically melt through the mattress beneath you from the overall presence and weight that these two women have. These two perfect dolls - imagining how their bodies will bend and crumple when you bury your cock inside both of them, shutting one up with the otherâs cunt over their mouth. Sakuraâs mouth has already made you want to test that edge, and with Kazuhaâs?Â
âI think we should let him decide who to dump his cum into, no?â Sakura suggests soon after pulling Kazuhaâs body next to hers, allowing you to admire the live Renaissance painting taking place before you. She then pats Kazuhaâs shoulders twice, much like something straight out of practice: Kazuha quick to get on top of your waist while Sakura scooches down to hold your cock tried and true back into her mouth, the pleasure instantaneous as Kazuhaâs lips find yours for the first time today.Â
Kazuhaâs arms slither over the bridge of your collarbones, letting you indulge in her perky tits, trying to keep your focus on her while Sakura begins to up the ante again in scarfing up your cock.Â
âI wanted you all to myself when I woke up first,â Kazuha says, tangling her fingers in your hair, softly moaning when youâre leaving sporadic marks all over her tits, capturing your lips again as you involuntary groan into her mouth, to which she receives it incredibly well. âBut you were sleeping so soundly, I decided to leave you be.âÂ
Youâre also wondering about the different things you had on your to-do list in your phone. Out of all times, why in the hell were you thinking about that now? Youâve got your personal love interest inhaling your cock by the second, with another friend in your arms whoâs willing to be your personal fuckbuddy just for the sake of it.Â
Kazuhaâs features break a bit when youâve got your lips catered to the stiff buts of her nipples, hands wandering across that toned back of hers, tracing the shoulder blades while the grasp in your fingers starts to crunch at the fine skin.Â
âI think,â she husks, listening to the occasional gags Sakuraâs doing on your cock continuously. âMaybe youâve been wanting my mouth for a bit too now, huh?âÂ
(Well, yeah. I mean-)Â
Kazuha quickly takes the hint right out of your mind, mirroring the same pathway of kisses that Sakura did not long ago, the same waves of pleasure mixed in with the return of goosebumps spreading across your body, hands still unsure where they play as theyâre suspended in the air, giving way as Sakura slips your cock out of her mouth, twisting at the crown once Kazuha meets in the middle.Â
The gaze they give you, from the both of them, exchanging glances with each other because these two share a brain cell together - thatâs the simple assessment to observe when youâre left speechless.Â
Thank God you cleared your morning from whatever schedule that was initially planned, because it wouldnât have led to having these two in your bed wanting all of you.Â
âDo I still have a say in this?â You attempt to ask, studying how their eyes are full of infectious lust, the creeping grin spreading across their lips. âTo be fair, I think I also need to get some morning stretching in before getting on with the morning.âÂ
âOh, youâll get your stretching in.â Sakura muses.Â
âYou wonât be saying anything from this point on,â declares Kazuha.Â
No point in arguing against the pair; the verdict has already been decided.Â
Sakura slides her hands up across your chest, laying you back down while Kazuha shuffles down to the original spot where Sakura was occupying, eyes drawn to the peek of Kazuhaâs tongue on your cock, switching in between kisses and licks.Â
A difference between Kazuha and Sakura when it came to blowing you: Sakura knew the different kinds of tricks from experimenting in the past couple months - what worked and what didnât. Kazuha, on the other hand, was just yearning for the taste of you in her mouth, sealing her lips with the right press, eager to pick up where Sakura left off. It shouldnât be making you feel like putty, but thatâs exactly the case when she bottoms your cock out, clenching her throat that makes you twitch at the hip joints.Â
Sakura gets a hand around your length, tethering you to one angle, Kazuha dipping down with just her mouth, with every bob up being met with a palm twisting around your shaft. The sounds that rumble from deep within your chest are enough proof that the thin walls surrounding you three wonât be quiet for any longer.Â
Though your muscles could only stay tense for so long due to the fascinating clench, with Sakura joining back in on the fun that makes you fall slack to the mattress. Sheâs picking back up with kisses in certain areas of your groin where Kazuha has only glossed over, tongue well working up the seam of your balls, popping on in her mouth while Kazuhaâs face is perpendicular, shifting up the side as if sheâs playing the flute.Â
Her brows furrow for a bit when she puts the head of your cock past her pretty lips, hollowing her cheeks for a moment, swirling the tongue right underneath the tip, enough for you to tense up your length in her mouth, and youâre met with wide eyes, feeling the small release of cum onto her tongue. Kazuha then slips you out for a second, licking her lips as youâre putting everything into your body to not bust this early.Â
âI think heâs had enough of me, Saki. What do you think?â Kazuha observes, âDo you want more of him again?âÂ
âIs that even supposed to be a question? Let me remind you whoâs the sluttiest between the two of us.â Sakura grits, voice laced with a firm determination, as her eyes are now filled with fire building deep within the corneas.Â
You might be fucked here. But hey, thatâs all part of the fun with these two. Remember?Â
Not that it was any sort of competition, so to speak, but with how they synergize together, the movements of their mouths all over their shaft, guiding oneâs mouth over your cock, taking turns, whispering these sweet instructions of âhold hereâ and âright there, baby,â and even âgod, spit all over his cock, baby. You know he likes it wet,â itâs impossible for you to stand tall, the assault on your shaft turning into a monumental task from here on out.Â
Sakura asserts herself over Kazuha, fingers fast around the base, lowering her jaw enough so that the speed of the bobbing can be much quicker, and it is. Judging from how loudly you ground for the both of them to hear, Kazuhaâs hands find themselves on the back of Sakuraâs head, grabbing handfuls of hair as she guides her down again, making her swallow you. All of you. Until you could feel the vibrations of her hums rattling down your length and into your lower body.Â
Kazuha whispers into Sakuraâs ear, too difficult to hear since the whines drown out the continuous gagging sheâs proffering over your cock, putting her at the base for what feels like an eternity. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Sheâs still holding you down with the tightness of her throat, the urge to put your hand over Kazuhaâs, prolonging the unbelievable sensation, and three taps to your hip signal that Kazuhaâs had enough.Â
She pulls her head back up, coughing; these destroyed attempts at sobs breaking through the air. Youâre left gasping, pressing the back of your head into the pillow beneath you as they both tend to your soaked cock, looking back up as they move in unison for a moment, then switching off different places around the underside while the moans just keep on coming. Hands are also fast to comb back the light obsidian and honey golden locks, not wanting to ruin their flow when they meet to kiss with your cock caught in between the crossfire.Â
âYou girls are something else,â you husk, ears filled with the sounds of their giggles as they both continue with their makeout session, alternating with mouths and occasionally your cock still in both of their hands. The wet kisses being shared were an absolutely wonderful sight to see, and though you forget that you could also have fun for yourself, taking the liberty to press both of their lovely lips on the sides of your shaft, laughing and moaning up and over the length while you just watch. And you keep watching, feeling the puffed-up chest of yours almost rise to where your chinâs at, sucking your gut inwards as your hips do the familiar motion of raising themselves upwards to the both of them.Â
âHeâs ready for us, hmm?â Sakura asks, wiping a patch of drool away from her chin. âKazu, you get to ride him first. Iâve got to make sure heâs well rewarded for his patience, okay?âÂ
Kazuha nods, watching as she primes herself, touching her slick folds as Sakura shuffles herself up past your chest, getting her thighs buried into your armpits, her pussy hovering right over your face, not wanting to wait another second as you pull her hips down, moaning into her core as Kazuha teases her walls with the head of your cock just for good measure.Â
âDonât, fuck, please." Sakura pleads, taken by shock when your tongue swipes up her pussy lips, taking in the sweetness while making note of how slick sheâs gotten for you. The pads of your fingers grip on her legs a bit tighter, her nose shifted up to rub her clit slightly, and she yelps. Kazuha laughs right behind her, sinking her warmth over your shaft, eliciting a moan that gets transferred into Sakuraâs leaking hole, licking up the folds when Kazuha finally settles your cock into her.Â
âShit!âÂ
Sakura clutches her fingers into your hair, moaning to no avail as you quench that thirst youâve been searching for this entire morning, and she starts to grind her pussy lips across your face, rolling slowly as your mouth hangs open, letting the sounds of rapture spill out of her mouth with every lick you do to her.Â
âYouâre so good,â Sakura moans out, feeling the latch of your lips onto the nub, flattening out your tongue again across her folds, earning another moan in approval. You smile against her hips when your ears are filled with the endless phrases of cursing that youâve heard way too often, but it never gets old. Ever. âWhy are you so... so fucking good at this?âÂ
So you try to speak, but all thatâs said is buried underneath the drain of her pussy, moaning out as a proper response as Kazuha picks up her pace in riding your cock, feeling the clash of her hips with yours, bottoming out your length that makes you lock your knees to ensure that the lower half of your body is stable enough for her frame.Â
Kazuha increases the chances, setting her legs up in a squatting position, keeping herself upright with just her hands on your waist, letting her face onto Sakuraâs sweaty back. She lets herself float over you for a minute, taking the chance to catch her breath while you begin to piston her pussy, thrusting upwards. Youâre met with a low groan spilled out of Kazuhaâs lips in response to your action, only to be drowned out when she lowers her hips to meet with yours, the primal slaps filling up the room and bouncing around the walls.Â
The inevitability of cumming a full-fledged broken dam into Kazuhaâs cunt was a thought filling your mind, but you try to not think too much about it; Sakuraâs pussy was still a thing to deal with, maintaining your pace with every lick you do to her clit.
Effort was everything; that was something to keep in mind when it comes to fucking Sakura. She loves it when you get so into it just like her, because you too canât get enough of ruining this perfect girl every chance you get. Kazuha was also on the same boat, and by how your thighs continue to shake at the weight of her hips coming down on you again and again, itâs impossible to ignore how good she is too - keep it coming, Sakuraâs telling you, in the lovely sounds filling up your ears coming from her and Kauhza. Youâre fucking me so good, baby. I love it when your cock throbs inside me. Please give it to me. I know you want to.Â
Kazuha knows youâre close, and Sakuraâs not far off in the lost rails of rhythm. Her pussy is flooding on your face, the please becoming more erratic and desparte.
âGod, Iâm going - I'm going.âÂ
The words coming out of you are buried underneath Sakuraâs thighs.Â
"Fuck, I canât with your fucking-ah!âÂ
Kazuha does one drive back down your length, and then one more for good measure. Sakuraâs hips tremble over your face, quivering and hips trembling as you drag her pussy right across your tongue. Your arms latch somewhere above Sakuraâs ass, matching her clutches with the digits buried in your locks, a fire lit under your chest as Kazuhaâs cunt grips you like a knot - the heat from their bodies and yours submerging you as if you were in lava. Kazuha bucks forward, face hitting Sakuraâs back, holding herself up with her hands as the pounds from thrusting upwards become increasingly unstable, her ravine of a pussy getting you closer and closer to that edge while you canât even think straight.Â
A swipe up the tongue on Sakuraâs folds. Then three more, nibbling on her clitoral area as her thighs start to press inward from both sides of your head. She keeps grinding, dragging her swollen lips across the ridges of your face, mewling with a hand on the headboard, giggling as she mirrors the movements from grinding on your cock earlier.Â
Kazuha slams her hips down, and not in a nice fashion since, well, fuck, legitimately, her cunt seizes your cock, smearing her sweet juices all over the rough bits, a vein thatâs concealed with her walls, keening when she feels the swollen head shoved up inside her twitch that really makes her feel like mash. Her nails are ripping apart the skin on your stomach, searching for a hold to grab on to. Itâs all futile when your bodyâs elevated to a temperature where thereâs glistening sweat all over - her hands slip off and land on the cushions, priming the angle where youâve hit before, fucking her deeper. She hisses when your balls lightly tap the pucker of her ass, just a bit, but that turns her on so much more.Â
âThis cunt,â you mumble out, mouth still full of Sakuraâs pussy, âKazu, I canât, babe. Your pussy is unreal.âÂ
âOkay,â Sakura flatly says, âfuck.â And Kazuha just laughs, fluttering her eyes shut when youâve latched onto the lower part of her thighs. âKeep working on him, Zu. You know he loves your pussy that much, right?âÂ
âYes, yes, yes, God.âÂ
âCum inside her.â Sakura instructs, and itâs a bid that you had no second thought of doing. âHow nice of her to be your little personal fuckdoll, hm? To just handle her in ways that you want her to, nice and sticky and all fucked out, because you know sheâll come back for more, baby.âÂ
The next move she does is so calculated, you canât even tell or determine if she did it on the fly: placing Kazuhaâs chin on the small divot in her collarbone, the image of her closed eyes, the frizzes in her wavy hair slightly covering part of her face, shaken because of how your hips drive upwards into her. And Sakura just does the simple motion of putting her palm on the side of her face, parting her mouth open while you can only watch with your eyes since the lower half of your face is still attached to Sakuraâs pussy.Â
âSaku,â a frail call in the last seconds, âShe feels so good.âÂ
âFuck your cum into her, baby,â Sakura growls again, clawing the sides of your head as she ruts her hips deeper into your mouth. âThatâs the only thing that matters. Until sheâs full with the fucking thickness of it.âÂ
You managed to fuck Kazuha through her climax a minute or two ago, and now sheâs repaying you by fiddling through yours.Â
Itâs an unraveling feeling when you push past that brink, filling up her tiny cunt with cum, molding her fuckhole to every detail of your member. And sheâs mouthing, Sakuraâs expression filled with glee, saying, Aw baby, god, yes, would you look at her? She loves it when you fuck a nice load into her, fresh and hot, and-
âChrist,â you grit out, hoarsely, letting the pulses channel out of your body, Dick still grinding the deepest parts of her stomach, cum splattering every spot to be left untouched inside. The throbs are still happening, but with every hold you have, your cock starts to die out in the heat of her hips.Â
The senses are all over the place when Kazuha slips her pussy off of your cum-soaked cock, Sakuraâs hips now hovering above your face, shifting off when you still see the constellations flash in your eyes, vision blurring and deblurring to the image of Kazuha paying no attention to Sakuraâs state, sloppily placing her lips with hers again, rough.Â
These two kiss like friends, maybe friends who have had a little bit too much to drink in order for them to act like this. Theyâve done this with Yunjin and Chaewon for sure, based on the stories that youâve heard. With or without the alcohol, they both show this kind of affection because it's natural, watching as Sakuraaâs hands find Kazuhaâs head, Kazuha slithering her arms behind Sakuraâs back, letting the passion take over both of their bodies. They both take the time to indulge in each other's features: hands wandering, mouths on nipples, gripping necks and pulling waists closer, Sakura teasing Kazuhaâs well-worked cunt, a fingertip soaked with a bit of your cum, licking it cleanly off her fingers.Â
And the hums. The fucking hums that these two are spilling out. Youâre basically drooling when they pick up where they left off with the kissing, paying no attention to you as your hand starts to slowly slide over your cock, palming it before your fingers start to wrap around the length one by one. Youâre equally fucked just like them, but thereâs no problem with that.Â
Both of them take as much time as they needed - tender lips and tongues canvassing every part of their exposed bodies, eyes recording every second of this account - in hopes that you can play this back in your mind as Kazuha smiles with full delight to match your expression, drinking in the sight of the show presented right on your lap.Â
âI think Sakuâs ready for you,â Kazuha hushes, lightly dragging her fingertips across the taut line of Sakuraâs abs, resting on the underside of her breast, like a showoman who is trying to entice like sheâs selling the latest model of a car. Her hand then goes down to Sakuraâs clitoral area, rubbing it in circles when the mountains of pillows and sheets are unearthed from the mattress, ruffling and crumpling with the movements of their legs and feet, being pulled by your hand to the edge of the bed. âShe made a mess all over your face, didnât she? Now youâve got to pay her back.âÂ
Youâve gotten out of bed in a heartbeat multiple times before. One morning was because you were late to class; the other time was to follow the view of Sakuraâs bare ass tiptoeing into the kitchen for another meal before starting the day - and here you were, with a rearranged order in what probably feels like slow motion but one constant movement throughout, hand never leaving the meat and bone of Sakuraâs ankle, assisting Kazuha by reeling Sakura, whoâs shying away, but this is exactly what she wants.Â
âOur little baby of a whore is deprived of a thick cock filling up her guts,â Kazuha sighs, expression a bit fatigued with the way sheâs still coming down from her high. âSo do you think you can do me a favor? Stuff up her cunt nice and tuck first, then ruin her after. How does that sound?âÂ
You try to answer, at least, taken aback when Kazuhaâs got her long fingers along the line of your hardening shaft and Sakuraâs spreading her legs wider and wider. Sheâs holding you close. Closer. Aiming - tried and practiced - towards the heat of Sakuraâs. Itâs a hook, line, and sinker when the head of your cockparts her walls, slippery and still leaking, feeling every nerve ending in her hips trickle a thousand volts inside.Â
âMake her beg for it. I think youâll be able to fuck her filthy with how sheâs wanting to cum for you.â Kazuhaâs tone drops down low, almost agitated. âThis is payback for what she did to me last time, so Iâll let you be the judge.âÂ
And when the opportunity presents itself for you to determine that said call, itâs never a clear answer from the start if youâre willing to be honest with yourself. The one of many tricks Sakura has on her exposed sleeve, enchanting you with a heavy desire - the kind of want that could never be fully fulfilled. And, even in the days where it does feel like that, it doesnât even come close to satisfying you.Â
When you lock eyes with her, wide open to match with her parted mouth, bottoming her all the way with your cock tapping to that spot that has her keening, holding back her sigh as your groin meets the underside of her thighs.Â
âFeel good, baby?â You ask Sakura, relieved at how sheâs come to grips around your shaft burying inside her, head tilting back, clutching on to Kazuhaâs forearm as your fingers find their place along her thighs. âHm,â you assess soon after, inching your cock past the halfway point, âsure looks like it does.âÂ
Sakuraâs mouth wobbles, gasping, her eyes draw shut, and her face flushes pink. She takes in your cock so well, the slipping slick of her thighs sounding off this noise of pure squelching; her whole upper body moves up in reaction; stomach bucking, chest puffing up to the open air, pushing in the deep area that has you speechless.Â
The bottom palm of her hand grazes your groin, adjusting to how your cock molds around her cunt, hands shifting to the underside of the knees, using the rising octaves in her moans to indicate that sheâs receptive and expressive in approval. Amidst the growing chaos the lower half of your body is going through, Kazuha takes liberty in massaging Sakuraâs breasts, rubbing her stomach as it bloats from the air being exhaled in whines and expletives.Â
âUgh, fuck, you." Sheâs blabbering at this point.Â
And thereâs you, finding your rhythm, your groove, enjoying the way her soft skin maps out across your rough and grainy fingers, how it sinks in so smoothly - much closer to melting, it seems - something of that degree.Â
â-mhm,â and thereâs the âcanât baby, ah, ngh-â with more of, â-dick feels so good.â Itâll fall between the cracks, piercing deep, pulling out and sliding it across her folds just to play as a tease, because she deserves it without any reason, penetrating back in to pick up right where you left off.Â
Sakuraâs body is that one journey that you can never get tired of looking at. How her thighs are just immaculately perfect, that waist offering up those sets of abs on a pedestal, the way her tits rebound on the upstroke when youâve got past the spot of bottoming her out - where your cockhead grips at the soft spot where itâs been at multiple times, squeezing and swallowing and resting where it should belong in every case with her.Â
Kazuha shifts her body from the side of Sakura, getting lower to rest her head right above her waist, a trail of kisses circling over her stomach and belly button, getting caught in the throes of pleasure when you realize that Sakuraâs got two fingers inside Kazuha, helping her treat herself and assisting the self-induced action.Â
âGod, Saki, look at him all fucked out in your pussy, huh?â Kazuha bites down in an area on her waist just above her cunt, nose brushing down lower to her clit, hand curling around to the bottom of her inner thighs, keeping it out of your way. âShe wraps you so well, doesnât she? Finally getting fucked again after last night?âÂ
âDonât you know it,â you answer, and thereâs no other need to spiel something thatâs already been known; Sakura can make you shut the fuck up with her mouth, her cunt, and the way that she talks pure sex. You love how sheâs nothing more than mush and warmth. A fine tapestry thatâs meant to stay untouched, but youâll tear all the edges down where the seams have already been shredded.Â
You get thrown off when Sakuraâs pussycle clenches at the hilt, where the contraction captures the air bubbling in your lungs, turning the legs into jelly, and the bobble forward into her lying body on the mattress only punctuates without saying a word. Kazuha laughs at the sudden change in weight on her head, causing you to stand back up with your knees to the bed holding you up, drawing away as Kazuha gazes at your silken cock, soaked with Sakura, lightly teasing when youâre pushing the tip in and out for good measure.Â
Kazuha rises from her bent state, lazily putting her lips on yours as the pace slows a bit in the lower half of you - darting your cock in with one firm stroke. Hard. The strokes themselves are now more impactful, and ripping, the snap is becoming more assertive. âFuck, sir, fucking,â Sakura cries out, the coil of her cunt tying you in. Kazuha sets herself back to where she was, resting her cheek on her waist as every entry with your cock, body bouncing on the soaked sheets from all the sweat and leaking slick coming out.Â
âYes, yes, yes, yes, ah.âÂ
Sakuraâs hands hold at her thighs, gyrating upwards at every point where your cock buries at the deepest depth, swelling at the unimaginable clench to where she mewls, wailing but cute at how sheâs tuckered out.Â
âGoodness gracious,â You spit out, in a half-sob, the moans and utterances and simple replies to Kazuhaâs endless mumbling, repeating in one same fashion or the other. âYouâre so-so fucking wet, and for what? God-âÂ
âLook at what you did to her,â Kazuha tuts, biting on the inside of her thigh, and Sakura basically yelps. A mix of pain and pleasure, the best of both worlds. You tug yourself out of her cunt, slapping the swollen cockhead on the nub of her clit, sighing at the way she shudders. âDo you think she deserves to finally let go?â
The responses that pass through your lips are just staggered breaths, tumbling down as the slaps start to line up with your heartbeat. A fine point in pace, your internal metronome that only leads to the dwindling doom of your thick cock thrusting Sakuraâs tight pussy.Â
âLove it,â Sakura mutters, head fallen to the provided pillow courtesy of Kazuha; sheâs sobbing. âLove your cock, so fucking much.âÂ
âMhm honey,â and the pet names in themselves are just the ad-libs thrown into the mix, with the right touch of pheromones and increase of dopamine being shot up to the brain. âGet it in there nice and deep; I want her to own it, feel it, because this cock is all hers.âÂ
â-god.âÂ
The riled-up exhale comes in reflection of the ecstasy, every bit of praise coming from Kazuhaâs lips playing hand-in-hand with Sakuraâs moans filling your ears.Â
âThink you can hold out a bit longer, Saki? Kazuha croons, head turned the opposite way as she admires the sucked-out gaze Sakura wears on her face, meeting your eyes again. âIâm doing you a favor since he fucked my brains out last time, so be thankful. You greedy bitch.âÂ
âShut your fucking-ugh.âÂ
âDonât even think about keeping it in,â Kazuha doubles down, dragging her nails across Sakuraâs inner thigh, forcing her legs wide open once more, almost as if sheâs doing the splits across the length of the mattress. âHeâs so perfect for you, hitting all of the right spots and all the right places? In that creaming pussy of yours? How his fucking fat cock splits you up into oblivion? Come on now, just-âÂ
âMy fucking god,â you blurt out, in complete shock at the words that were spilling out of Kazuhaâs mouth like emptying an open bucket full of water. âYou are a piece of work.âÂ
Kazuha just laughs, taking the compliment to heart, with some mischief still showing with her closed eyelids. Sakura whines, going silent, shaking as your fingers bruise the same spots where the grip on her waist was first.Â
The lust starts to boil to a point where nothing else is given a second though, and itâs been that way for a while now, fueled with a hunger that could replace the morning cup of coffee with ease, watching as your cock vanishes into Sakuraâs pussy, the moans hitting similar notes that are now just echoes of the night prior.Â
âAh, uh, almost there." Sakura, once forward in her advances, now reduced to simple begs and pleads, the gaze half-lidded, back arching off the rumples in the sheets. Sheâs so fucking wet for you, and thatâs another mental note thatâs circling back in your head for probably the tenth time this morning so far, and might worth mentioning that itâs still in the fucking morning.Â
âOh? Make her do it, babe.â Kazuha orders the go-ahead, a hand - well, actually, both hands full of Sakuraâs breasts, claiming it as hers. âI think sheâs willing to be killed while being split open.âÂ
Youâre paying zero attention to the words - grunting and passing air - as the piledriving only seems to be the sole constant that your mind and body seem to be focusing on.Â
Itâs a bit disorienting how your vision blacks out before coming back with color, the mind playing tricks as if you were getting your head dunked underwater and pulled back up, gasping for air. The thrusting never stops, with every fiber in your body, pooling it into fucking Sakuraâs open cunt in the best way possible. Her hips are past the breaking point, grinding up against yours. Sheâs wailing, towards hyperventilation, eyes rolling upward to the back of her head, mouthing, close. You can easily tell, Iâm so fucking close for you. Keep ramming your dick into me.Â
âSaki,ïżœïżœ now youâre saying the other nickname, and Kazuha grins, finally having her moment. âFuck, baby-âÂ
Sakura looks away as Kazuha looks up, chin lightly tapping your hips - the devilish smile she possesses - itâs a rare occurrence, but that look could haunt you in your dreams: âUse her pussy, fuck everything up inside of her, I donât care. Get her creaming all over you. I want to hear her screaming.âÂ
And Sakura fucking screeches. The better sound to wake up to rather than the annoying alarms on your phone.Â
She holds still, every part of her body tensing - knees locking, toes curling, back arching and unarching - as Kazuha holds her down. The noises sheâs making are loud enough to slip through the thin walls, and you can guess another complaint from the neighbors would be on the cards. Kazuha takes liberty into treating a barrage of kisses across Sakuraâs body, you trying to drag your cock a little bit in, barely managing to drag yourself out. A brief effect from the aftershocks: her midsection freezing as the clamp around your cock starts to subside.Â
Sakura whimpers with closed lips, shuddering when you finally slide out of her properly-fucked cunt, leaning down to kiss and kiss and kiss, dick taking the fresh, cold air as it rests along the bottom portion of her waist. Your hands get on her neck, helping her up with the arch in her back, hot and slicked and sweaty. Kazuha gives you two some space, playing as the makeshift crane to pull Sakura away from the clutches of your hands and lips, face racked in disappointment when Kazuha looks at you, smiling, tending to the mess thatâs reforming in her arms.Â
Kazuha then moves across the bed with her knees, a change in guard from Sakura to her when her body crashes into yours, the press of her lips good enough for you to fall on your back as the arms and chest eventually come into their own, molding with the canvas of your skin to mesh. Sheâs literally perfect for you - the way she wants more of you - in the taste of your lips, how your fingers explore every area of the framework thatâs tensing and relaxing, reaching for spots that get her riled up in every way imaginable.Â
You kiss and lick and grab wherever you can. A hand palming the firm skin of her ass, soft and plump. The hickeys and other various bite marks are an earned badge of honor for Kazuha to be proud of, her nails digging into the skin where your shoulders are as the grip on her ass-cheeks starts to become more and more possessive, slapping it as her forehead accidentally clatters yours.Â
âSuch a klutz,â she assesses, landing a loose kiss on the bottom of your chin. âStill able to think straight after fucking Saki relentlessly?âÂ
âWhat do you think?â You rebuke, dazed, as Kazuha gets a finger on a strand of your hair at the front, mimicking her messy bedhead bangs.Â
âI mean,â she slips her tongue across your bottom lip, biting along the patch of few hairs, pulling her head back when she notices that your hands have never left the curve of her ass. âI think youâve got more to offer, and hereâs a bonus: thereâs one hole that you havenât filled yet.âÂ
Itâs the most simple movement she could do, with any intent that she wanted to fabricate behind it. She turns around, swaying her ass from the left side as sheâs on her hands and knees on the bed, stretching as far as she could possibly get them to reach. The arch starts to form along the fine lines of muscle displayed on her back, arms out straight as her legs find a proper foothold, spreading themselves for you to fill in the space.Â
Your hands have never been quick to get themselves on something that you want, and this was the only exception; itâs appalling how easy the soft skin wraps around the underside of your fingers, picturing the look on her hidden face where you can only see the back of her head: in her lidded eyes, the swollen lip being captured between her teeth, the mumbling of insistence when all youâre just doing is feeling her out, resting your dick above her unfathomable cheeks, grazing the underside in the small divot at the middle, pressing them closer together, her hips reeling back and into your thighs, the listless moan spilling out of your mouth when the friction tightens at the belly of your cock.Â
In fact, thatâs the only thing you keep your focus on, not paying any sort of attention to Sakura when she shuffles out from beneath Kazuhaâs lowered and bent body, doing this sort of army crawl to the nightstand for a certain thing. Youâve seen the arsenal that she has in that drawer, and some of the items were actually put to use in the last outing with Sakura and Kazuha. The instinctual thing that you do also is lean over to Kazuhaâs backside and get one side of your face nestled into her as your hands wrap their way around her stomach, holding her close.Â
Not much is said aside from the shaky exhales and whines, filled in with the occasional smacks of your lips across skin. Until-
âMy turn to watch,â announces Sakura, a slim bottle in her hand, wrapped with those long, dainty fingers of hers.Â
You blink once, and sheâs on the edge where the nightstand is. You blink again, and sheâs already made her way back to you, cap opened with the noise similar to an obvious crack of a stick, like breaking the silence in a quiet forest.Â
Sakuraâs hands become slick, as if her hand were made of the smooth liquid itself. The grip she has on you is breathlessly attractive: palm sliding across the length, strategizing the strokes at every curve and pull while sheâs kissing you.Â
âDo you have any idea how long sheâs been wanting this?â Sakura questions, implicating you as she slaps your cock along Kazuhaâs ass. âYouâve told me before: sheâs made for you.âÂ
Utterly speechless is what you are, but maybe you should say something to-
âGotta fuck her sensless,â Sakura suggests, head perpendicular to yours while the cock in her hands starts to graze the surface of her ass, nudging the opening by just a teeny bit, a small preview of whatâs to unfold. âThatâs what she wants. What she needs. Isnât that right, Zuha?âÂ
âMhm.â Kazuha hums in agreement, a throaty moan to follow after Sakura gets both hands full of her ass, spreading her open. âAll of it,â Kazuha murmurs, chest pulled inwards when you start to descend; the more you fall, the more faster the air expels out of her chest, with a shout thrown in - a last resort call of your name: âfuck, I, hngh, god.âÂ
You hold for a moment, pussy leaking by the second as sheâs taking you fully, expanding to compensate for the girth. An enchanted feeling washes over your body, grabbing to whatever you can of Kazuhaâs ass - holding, a still in this moment of time - and this was the only grace period youâve given her much more than yourself, head falling back because her hips do this movement in your hands, andÂ
âFor fuckâs sake,â you spit, because the suffocating tightness and heat surrounding your cock is one to be unbearable. The pins and needles of pleasure prick all over your nerves as the fine weight of Kazuhaâs ass takes you in and out, until youâve retreated from the impending chamber, pausing as your cock twitches.Â
Then you drop the pin inside her, all the way.Â
âFuck!â Kazuha gasps, sewing her eyes shut. Her hands start to grip the sheets.Â
There isnât much time after for her to get used to this, as you start to drive into her more, fucking out every cry that you could suck out of her lips. Her ass does this little ripple effect with every slam, making her feel the thickness where it hurts, hugging your cock in all directions. Itâs a gradual push from here on out, building your sense of rhythm again, just like how she was riding you earlier.Â
âFinally,â Sakura breathes, kissing Kazuhaâs ass cheek, getting her fingers buried on the curve, kneading, showing, and biting.Â
The thrusts keep coming. One stroke and the next. Each one after is harder than the last. Your eyes are locked onto Sakuraâs side profile, watching your cock disappear in the valley of Kazuhaâs ass with every passing movement. Kazuha herself looks over her shoulder, a hand out reaching for something, maybe her thigh, hoping to spread herself even wider so that itâll be easier for you to stretch her tight hole out. You could feel that she wants more, throwing her ass back to match her strokes with yours, the slaps becoming louder and louder, similar to the moans.Â
âSo fucking tight,â you grit, your vision loosing sharpness at the top layers. Sakuraâs smiling into Kazuhaâs sweaty skin. âLike, nobody else could have this but me. Shit-âÂ
âItâs not every day that youâre gaping a pretty girlâs ass.â Sakura says it excitedly, her head rocking along with the movement of Kazuhaâs body in every slam. âFucking her hole and opening up just for you. God, Kazu, can you believe this? Heâs taking you so fucking well; I love the way he just fucks you, like thatâs the only thing heâs meant to do. Just drop your pants whenever, and heâll just take you right then and there- get you craving - over and over and over again, and it could be everything, if you just let him.âÂ
Kazuha claws deeper into the bedsheets, nearly tearing the fabric, Sakuraâs face on Kazuhaâs ass-cheek, closing her eyes to feel the motion more.Â
Every inch of her body is washed with bliss, curdling in the layers beneath the skin, a form of want that could only, truly, be achieved by you.Â
âBaby,â Sakuraâs calling out to you this time, face flustered when you realize that sheâs got a hand magnetized to the heat between her legs; fingers in its own cyclone, a paradigm of its own when sheâs screwing in two, no-three digits inside her cunt, parting her folds in an identical fashion the way that your cock rips open Kazuhaâs ass and fucking the lights out of her since thatâs the primary reason why sheâs connected to you, and Sakura even sit back and watch this unfold in front of her eyes, bear witness to you fucking her friend with every matching heartbeat to the claps, âShe could be a heartbreaker for you, and you could fuck her ego until she finally knows her place, like the motherfucking slut that she is.âÂ
Thereâs no sense of control left in your bones anymore. All you just do is let Sakuraâs words fill your ears as your fingers dig deeper into the firm cheeks of Kazuha, the warm embrace of oil trickling down the plugged-up, puckered ass as your cock picks up the dripping remnants.Â
âI-â is what you make of a poor attempt from Kazuha, the vowel replaced with a flat-out gasp, since the irreplaceable feeling of power goes a little bit over the top of your head, a firm thrust to send the message instead as the fucked-out girl at the front of your thighs tumbles out a voice thatâs wheezing and whining in croaks. âFuck. Yes, fuck, fuck, babe.âÂ
Sakura doesnât really say many words to you soon after, just mouthing yours, yours. Sheâs so yours. And even if you could describe the surreal feeling of bending a beautiful girl over across the canvas of your mattress and sheets, thereâd probably be nothing else left to say from you. Sheâs just urging you to keep on trucking Kazuhaâs ass, demanding that youâd fuck her until the wheelchair sitting in the dark corner of your closet proved to be a viable solution for her poor legs - when thereâs all but that satiated with the proper fucking youâve delivered.Â
âAw, you like it when sheâs all fucked out for you, huh?â Sakura keeps on talking, smiling her heart away, paying no attention to the obscene sounds that Kazuha keeps letting out. You try to come up with a response to Sakura, but youâre lost at the letters caught in the back of your tongue, watching as Kazuhaâs beautiful ass envelops all of your cock, balls lightly tapping her cunt when youâve got it down to the hilt. The moans hit a hitch at the throat, only for it to be drowned out with the unrelenting thrusts into her tight ass and flushing your thighs with hers.Â
A snap from one slow hit. Then another. You keep fucking in, one hand alternating between from the rounded end of Kazuhaâs waist to her ass-cheek and the other buried into the messy locks of Sakuraâs, holding her head in place as the grip around your cock burns across the surface, not failling to keep the pace consistent as it increases the more Kazuhaâs walls smother your cock with ease.Â
â-perfect,â Kazuha manages to say, the syllables tumbling on top of each other as her whines do this staccato format the more your thrusts chop up the sound. Youâre driving your hips so up to the frontside that the ripples start to catch Sakuraâs cheek, whoâs still laughing when she hears Kazuha try to speak, fucked at the cock stabbing inside her for all that itâs worth. âStretching me so good, baby, youâve got it, yes, right there,â and thatâs when you see her head fall to the pillow, screaming with all her might when youâve brought her to the point which-Â
âDonât you dare fucking hide from me.â Sakura scowls, fist full of Kazuhaâs hair, forcing her up. The arch in her back is deeper than before, giving you a little more space for you to take inside her ass, inching deeper. This wouldnât be possible if it wasnât for the wetness and pulsing throbs your cock emits when you bury yourself in, holding as the grip from her tight ass is something straight out of a mythical creation. âI want him to hear you. Use you. Lower your head again, and I swear to fuck-â
This happens on impulse, or maybe this was the one thought sitting in the back of your mind that couldnât rest there any longer, pulling your cock out of Kazuhaâs ass, finger, and thumb quickly to be wrapped around the base. Youâve got Sakuraâs head in your hand still, dragging her across the dune of Kazuhaâs cheek, closer to the head of your cock, and she takes the hint fully, lowering her jaw until her teeth pass the head, enveloping you, eyes fluttering shut, and humming out of surprise.Â
âYou talk too much,â youâre saying to Sakura, mouthful of your cock, tongue slipping and pulling with her head in the ways that she knows youâve ascended from before. âI thought I had you up on the ropes earlier; guess I didnât do much, but we can fix that later.â Itâs incredibly difficult for you to not lose your insanity, transitioning from Kazuhaâs tight ass and into the addicting heat of Sakuraâs mouth, taking you past the halfway mark, head dipping past her soft palette and into the hollow of her throat, cheeks puffing and coughing up spit to soak the areas already covered from the wetness in Kazuhaâs ass. âFucking-âÂ
Sakuraâs sharp inhale for air sends you in check, as her welled-up eyes watch your cock sink back into Kazuhaâs ass, face crinkling when the tightness is a little hard to break into before youâre sliding back in and out with ease.Â
So it just flows the way it goes. A turn-taking kind of structure youâve established. You thrust inside Kazuhaâs tight ass for a few strokes, pull yourself out, and nestle your cock into those pretty lips of Sakuraâs. The pair of them humming in approval and giggling under their breaths as you take the fun for yourself, using one hole after the other. Kazuhaâs face is riddled with sweat, the hot pink shade running across her cheeks. Sakuraâs is also the same, welled-up tears as she holds herself down the hard line of your cock.Â
These sluts. Your sluts. Many wouldâve wished to be in your shoes. But youâre the lucky pick among the both of them.Â
âMy good girls,â you mumble, groaning as you up the takes in one tight ass and one pretty fucking mouth. âCould die like this every day, using you two like this. A fucking dream.âÂ
Sakura guides you back into the rim of Kazuhaâs ass, hand posing as the makeshift pipe when your cockhead nudges back into her, groaning like crazy to the added pressure of her fingers and palm. Your body twinges a bit, gradually building up the slaps with every follow-through more quickly than the previous hit.Â
âMy, fuck- holy fuck-âÂ
âWhatâs the matter?â Sakuraâs fast to assess the condition as Kazuhaâs moans start to bounce around in every wall and corner in the room, watching as you keep fucking yourself into Kazuha and her ass, âToo much to handle? Oh god, youâre about to bust, arenât you? Kazuha look, heâs going to cum again soon for you, baby.âÂ
You could probably hear the sirens calling within your head. Kazuhaâs hips are moving on their own and not in line with yours. Tensing, tensing, then relaxing, and it flip-flops. You can see in the muscles and how they sort of cramp up per se, how her moans are a lot more vocal as to earlier, when you feel down her cunt and be surprised how sheâs oozing in your fingers, her ass clenching around your cock, clinging.
And the brain overload to not blow it makes you pull out, flicking your cock up in the air as you watch the arch in Kazuhaâs back deepen. Sakuraâs got a palm full of the oil, slathering it nicely - hand coiling you where it feels right.Â
âOne more push,â Sakura pleads, resting her head down the midline of Kazuhaâs back, both hands on her ass, spreading her open for you, âplease, just for us.âÂ
So.Â
You do as Sakura says, pressing your cockhead back into the soft coil of muscle, Kazuhaâs body greatly accepting you - grabbing and stretching and inviting all of you. Sheâs buried her head back into the cushion, muffling the pained whines, pulling to the right so that the breathing is a bit easier to tolerate, and the rush soon after is a spell of your own.Â
Sakuraâs hands hold firm on the plush of her ass, pulling outward and pressing inward when youâve sheathed yourself, the vice ten times tighter than what it already is. Kazuhaâs ass clutches around the head of your cock, and with every pound that you dish out to her, the more audible the clashes of skin are. Your upper body is starting to buck forward, the lower half losing composure in the routine that it built for itself, Kazuhaâs mouth is parted open just like Sakura's - mouthing - keep going, yes, fuck my ass, just like that, god, your cock, just need you to-
âBabes, Iâm going-âÂ
Thatâs really all you say when youâre revealing your cock away from her ass, cumming all over her uncontrollably.Â
Shots of white are painted over porcelain. Spent, slick, and messy porcelain. Youâre trying to readjust the grip around your cock, pointing your tip inside the open hole of Kazuha, shooting a measly two or three spurts, hips trembling as she gets help from Sakura to hold her ass open for you.
Sakura, unfortunately, gets caught in the crossfire. Earring a few scattered streams of your release all over her face, some in her mouth, and plenty into her hair.Â
âMmmm,â breathes Sakura, tongue running across both upper and lower profiles of her lips, hooking the taste of you on her buds. Kazuha still has her face down, buried in the sheets, ass up, as she could legitimately not move a single muscle in her body after being wrecked for god knows how long. Sheâs softly sobbing into the pillowcase; bruises spread out across her skin, visible red prints highlighted on her cheeks, but sheâs managed to calm down. The breathing is starting to stabilize. âLook at that: two loads from you this morning. You should be proud of yourself.âÂ
âShouldâve came inside my ass.â Kazuha suggests, finally letting her frame fall to the side as you and Sakura both observe the obvious drip of cum oozing out of her. âThis doesnât technically count, but I want a do-over.âÂ
You and Sakura both exchange this look with a singular eyebrow, a dragged-out grin soon to follow. âSuch a slut for you.â Sakura observes.Â
âThat isnât really new news to anyone.âÂ
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Some hours later, things get slow. Itâs the weekend, or the weekday? Youâre too lost to put that setting back in your head, primarily because:Â
âCan you guys keep it down?â Sakura asks loudly, not willing to turn her head around away from the TV when you bend your knees a bit and slip inside Kazuhaâs cunt against the kitchen counter, hiking up one of your borrowed shirts you gave her to reveal the handprint still apparent on her ass. âI canât watch the movie if I hear two horny rabbits getting it on behind me.âÂ
âFuck you,â Kazuha rasps, mewling when youâve buried yourself deep to the cornerstone of your cock. âIf it were me, I wouldnât have said no to getting some seconds.â Sheâs dipping her head down, hiding her face in the wavy locks of her hair, but you can tell her lips are parted when youâve got a hand to her neck, pulling to flush her backside with your front. âGod, yes-âÂ
âDonât expect an apology from me,â youâre calling out to Sakura, who took it upon herself to finally twist and see you staring, the pumps inside Kazuha relaxed, and its own thing happening. And Kazuhaâs not even moaning yet. âYou only have to blame yourself for bringing a physical version of Aphrodite to the place.âÂ
Sakura rolls her eyes, turning her attention back to the television. âThatâs her little secret. I guess. And itâs not my fault that you fall for it every time.âÂ
The thing is, there isnât really a secret to be said amongst the three of you. Youâve mapped them out to their little glances - the one quirk that gets them both going for something to follow. Dumb it down to a simple phone call or maybe a cantation laced in the words they whisper into your ear. Sakuraâs right: you will fall for it.
Every. Single. Time.Â
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PEOPLE, PLACES, THINGS
Max Verstappen x anthropologist! Reader
Authorâs note : this smau has a special place in my heart, if you havenât noticed Iâm not Caucasian, but was born and raised in Nigeria and a lot of my university life has been centred around studies of the black diaspora. My masters research is on homosexuality and Afro-syncretic religions, so have been trying to figure out how to incorporate it so thought Iâd go full send and thus this was borne.
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peopleplacesthings: I spent three years (give or take) with the people of the Bahia state in Brasil, researching the afro-syncretic religion of CandomblĂ©. My research paper on the gender roles within CandomblĂ© (how men express masculinity, and the role of women as spiritual leaders) will be published online where everyone will be able to access it. Canât wait to see where the world takes me next!! đđ§đ·
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yourbsfuser: y/n baby I love you and your big brain, but please take a sabbatical đ. stay in the UK for a while.
â peopleplacesthings: whatâs in it for me? đ€š
â yourbsfuser: seeing your family and friends???
â peopleplacesthings: sorry gotta blast, the world is waiting đđżââïž
user10: your masters research on the linguistic appropriation of AAVE was vital for me completing my dissertation! Thank you so much
â peopleplacesthings: passing down knowledge is the key to preserving culture! I love when I get comments like this, well done my love.
lewishamilton: so youâre free now?
â peopleplacesthings: until my next adventure
â lewishamilton: good to know
â user10: not SIR LEWIS HAMILTON in my old TAâs comment section
â user7: IK đ she was a guest lecturer at my uni like one month ago! Really my two worlds colliding đđ
â user8: how do they know eachother???
â user9: Iâm guessing they must have met one of the times Lewis was in Brazil??
â peopleplacesthings: he is my cousin! heâs much older and way less attractive than me so thatâs probs why you couldnât see the family resemblanceđđ
yoursisteruser: 2 back to back research papers⊠you could use a break from work
â peopleplacesthings: itâs not work if you love what you do đ€đ€
â user17: 2 research papers??? How old is she?
â user19: sheâs actually done 3! One for her masters which was only 15,000 words and then 2 more, her 2nd was for her PhD and sheâs published her last two as books. Sheâs 28 if Iâm not mistaken. Iâm not a stalker just obsessed with her work!
â user17: oh so sheâs SMART smart
â user19: bro sheâs DOCTORATE OF ANTHROPOLOGY smart
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peopleplacesthings: I can check getting papped reading in the park off my bucket list⊠maybe I should start a book club! Anyways everything is a learning opportunity so I am currently reading Nervous Conditions by Tsitsi Dangarembga. Donât be so surprised that I read fiction! Nervous Conditions is a valuable case study in cultural anthropology due to its rich exploration of themes related to post-colonial identity, gender, and cultural conflict. If you take my post-colonial anthropology module in September, this will definitely be on the further reading list. Come read with me! đ đ
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user1: are we sure this is the woman max is datingâŠ
â user3: I was just wondering that, so out of left field đ đ
â user4: I mean what do they even have to talk about? She just lectures him all day?
lewishamilton: how can I take your class if Iâm not enrolled in the university?? đ€šđ€š
â peopleplacesthings: you canât! Hope this helps
â user5: jeez sheâs so rudeâŠ
â user9: who does she think she is????
â peopleplacesthings: Dr. Y/n Y/ln thatâs who I know I am
user11: so is anthropology all she talks about, or does she have hobbiesâŠ
â peopleplacesthings: I happen to think my field of anthropology; the study of societies, people and culture, is quite interesting. But no I am a person I contain multitudes anthropology is not all I talk about.
user6: not yâall invalidating a woman with a literal doctorate just because she MIGHT be dating your fav⊠pls touch grass
â user13: thatâs what Iâm saying! If anything sheâs WAY out of Maxâs league, hasnât he only ever read like 2 books?? (liked by danielricciardo)
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peopleplacesthings: We DTRâed!!
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lewishamilton: DTR?
â peopleplacesthings: Define the Relationship apparently
â lewishamilton: my how the tables have turned, miss I donât date drivers.
â peopleplacesthings: DR* I donât date drivers. And what can I say my commitment issues are no match for Max Verstappen
danielricciardo: youâre welcome!
â user4: what could you possible have done
â danielricciardo: I told max to grow some balls thatâs what! Iâm the architect of this relationship
â peopleplacesthings: you and Lewis can fight over that title
maxverstappen1: WE DTRâED!!!!
â peopleplacesthings: hell yeah we did!
maxverstappen1: I love you schat â€ïžđ
â peopleplacesthings: đ„č I love you too
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maxverstappen1: Did it hurt when you fell from your cultureâs dogmatic view of an afterlife?
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peopleplacesthings: I think thatâs the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me
â maxverstappen1: thereâs more where that came from
â peopleplacesthings: oh shucks not in public maxie
â danielricciardo: this is the weirdest foreplay Iâve ever witnessed
user14: how did a man that drives in circles manage to bag my anthro professor??
â user16: shouldnât that be the other way round???
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Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader đ
Rick learns the truth about his daughter's relationahip in a very unpleasant way.
A quick in and out, that was all Rick and Daryl had planned for the day.
Rick sat crouched in an abandoned hallway, planning their strategy of going through the section of houses they had selected.
"You brought the list, right?" Rick asked Daryl who was busying himself with the initial walker check.
"S'in ma bag." The archer's voice sounded as he stepped back after declaring the house safe. " ya know, like e'rythin' else cuz ya refused ta bring yers."
Rick only responded with a mumbled repeat of Daryl's words and reached over to grab the dull green canvas bag that sat against the dust covered side table.
He had to take another folded up bag out that laid on top of their supplies. 'Really? We've got bags in the car..' Rick shook his head to himself and fished for the supply lists people had given them, pulling the papers out and scattering them over the floor as a corner caught on the bag's drawstring.
"The hell?"
Rick's voice of surprise had Daryl turn and look his way, freezing the second his eyes landed on the items scattered on the wooden floor.
Both men were silent as they stares from one photo to the next.
A simple photo of you smiling, with Daryl kissing your cheek.
"Oh, look! It has a tiny mirror thingie! Can we try to take a photo together, please?" With an eye roll and a huffed laugh Daryl complied and sat down next to you for a photo. "Dunno why yer willin' ta waste film on a guy like me." He mumbled against your skin as you raised the camera to position it right.
Just as you pressed the button to snap the photo, Daryl pressed his lips to your cheek.
Next to it a less innocent one, of your chest. Rick easily recognized it with how your hair was visible and the scar on your shoulder he tended to when it was a fresh wound. Daryl's tattooed hand was covering one of them, a gauze patch peeking up from underneath his hand.
"Tha' wasn't so bad now was it?" Daryl kissed your cheek as he readied a gauze to place over the freshly cut lines in your skin. You winced as you moved, but shook your head. "It was okay I guess.."
After Daryl had applied the gauze you slumped down on your back, arms crossed around your chest. It was a sight to see, according to Daryl, who had placed his hand over your gauze covered skin and snapped a photo.
As Rick scanned the images one by one, Daryl stood frozen with his eyes on just one of the frames.
Your lower half, marked in bruises and fresh bitemarks. Legs spread around scarred hips and a cock buried to the hilt inside of you. On your thigh a small fresh cut heart still bled.
Sighs and pants filled the air in the small, dusty room you were holed up. "Shit, yer gonna be the end'a me one day.." Daryl's gruff voice was barely above a whisper, thrusting into you and staring at where you teo connected. It looked like he was in a trance, until your voice pulled him back. "Why don't you take a pic? For when you're on the road."
There were more, some laying faced down but it was clear the whole collection had the same theme.
"Daryl.." Rick didn't bring his eyes up to meet the hunter. Instead they were focused on the most explicit photo that was in his view. He had no interest in seeing what Daryl packed below the belt. And even less in seeing it inside of his daughter.
A hand slammed down on the printed paper, a loud smack sounded through the hallway.
"You're sleeping with my daughter?" In his eyes a dark stare, his hand still spread over a photo. Daryl knew exactly what photo.
Daryl nodded his head. "..yeah. She asked me. Asked 'er ta keep quiet, dun wanted folk talkin' bout shit tha had nothin' ta do with 'em." Daryl paced the two half steps between the walls of the hallway, chewing his thumb til he broke the skin.
With a sigh Rick picked up the photo his palm rested on.
"This?" His palm covered the worst of the image, his other hand pointed at the bleeding heart. "And m'not even going to mention the obvious, is in no way acceptable."
Daryl struggled to find his footing, nervously staring anywhere but at his brother who looked dead at him.
"I swear, I.." He stumbled over his words, unsure which ones would anger Rick the least. "She was fine with it. Ne'er did anythin' she didn' want."
There was a moment of silence between the two men. The only sound heard was the shuffling of pictures being gathered and stacked.
"We're going to drop this and finish this run." Rick stuffed the photos back all the way at the bottom of the bag.
"You, me and her. Tonight over dinner." With the bag on his hand he walked over to Daryl and shoved it against his chest. "First we do what we came here for."
And the run went well. They found the needed items, along with some requested things as well. Their haul was better than expected, but the two men still shared no words besides the needed ones for the job.
The drive back to the community was silent and getting all the items to their destinations was done in seperate ways.
There was no way the two men could look each other in the eyes right now. Rick went home and hoped to not find you until dinner, too afraid he might snap, unable to hold back all that he was feeling at this moment. His mind was reeling the second he sat down, making him jump up from the chair and pace around.
Dinner. He was going to focus on dinner.
With that in mind he set off to the pantry, going through all the recipes he knew, deciding on a meal with the ingredients he found.
A couple of houses down, Daryl needed a nap. He laid down on his couch but sleep wouldn't take him, his mind wandering off to all possible bad outcomes of tonight's dinner. He as well couldn't lay still, tossing and turning until he sat back up in frustration and hauled himself up the stairs and into the shower. He focused on cleaning himself up, scrubbing off the thoughts of a ruined friendship and rinsing away the fear of banishment.
Rick stood in the kitchen, thanking whoever listened for the fact that his family was busy and not available to question his clearly frazzled mind as he busied himself chopping down the greens he picked and cutting the few potatoes he was given in thin slices.
With care Daryl sifted through his clothes, trying to find any that didn't scream 'dirty redneck' at him from where they sat in the drawers. He dug past checkered flanels with torn sleeves, black buttown downsthat were once nice clothing items but now were nothing more than once expensive fabrics with holes in them.
Rick sighed as the warm water his his skin as he cleaned the cutting board. Pans with the greens and potatoes sat ready on the stovetop, and the meat sat prepped in the fridge. He was content with his work, looking around the kitchen as he dried the used items and placed them back in their respective cabinets.
Daryl's hands found plastic at the back of the drawer, pulling at it to reveal the bag Carol had gifted him, an outfit she brought back from a run with the Kingdom.
He stared at the thick, fancy patterned fabric. Shining threaded flowing patterns over a dull black fabric. The sleeves were long, with a small button and clasp to keep them rolled up. Along with the nice button up were sleek black pants that fit him perfectly.
Back in the kitchen Rick stood at the stove, finally having changed out of his gear and into home clothes. Now that he had a full kitchen and ingredients available again he enjoyed cooking, and even though Michonne and Carl weren't joining tonight he still put effort into it.
He had just put the meat in the pan when you came home, quickly questioning him about the food.
"Just go change and get back, dinner's almost ready." You watched your dad wavee his spatula in the direction of the stairs and for a second you wondered if he had found someone's stash and Daryl had comvinced him to smoke some as well before you did as he asked and went to change out of your dirty work clothes.
Before he left Daryl gave himself one last look in the large mirror that hung by the front door. He looked nice, he heard Carol's voice in his head as he looked ar how the few strands of shorter hair fell around his face while the rest was held together in a low ponytail.
By the time you came back downstairs your dad had set the table and was moving pans onto their coasters.
Wait.
Why was the table set for three? No one else was home for dinner tonight.
Rounding the corner the kitchen came into view and your stomach fluttered but you were unsure about what caused it.
Was it the butterflies that came with Daryl standing in your kitchen, seemingly filling three glasses with water in what looked like clean, fancy clothes? Or was it the anxiety moths that made thoughts of why he was here dressed up nicely in the first place?
"Looks good, dad." You mused as you walked past him to the sink.
"Let me take one." Next to Daryl you took one glass and the full pitcher, mouthing a subtle 'what the fuck?' at him, getting an eyeroll and a nod towards Rick.
"No need to fake the niceness, hon. I saw your little private photo collection."
You felt the glare at the back of your head and your body froze, hands stuck on the glasswares, unmoving.
Daryl murmured a soft apology before he moved to set the glasses on the table, coming back to take your items as well.
"C'mon, let's sit down 'n eat." With careful hands he maneuvered you to your seat at the table, where you had not dared to look anywhere outside of the scratched white of the plate in front of you.
The sound of spoons hitting pans and cutlery scraping plates all muddled as the panic rung in your ears.
You had kept part of your life secret with the utmost care, never a single moment of worry yet and nkw here the two most important men in your life sat, and ate in peace.
"Sweetheart, you should eat." Your father reached a hand across the table to take yours in comfort.
How were they so calm under all of this?
"I won't scream, or yell. I just need you to eat." With his hand withdrawn from yours he tilted the pan of potatoes for you to scoop some onto your plate.
The atmosphere at the table slowly settled as you all ate, but the more empty your plates became, the closer the dreaded topic came.
With pans and plates empty, Rick's voice cleared the awkward silence.
"So, how long?" He glanced between you and Daryl, seeing who'd answer first.
"After the prison fell." At Daryl's quick response you perked up. You listened how he recollected the events of your time spent separated between the fall of the prison and reuniting after that unfortunate meeting with the Claimers.
"Oooh look at this! Do you need some help, pretty lady?" The door to the storage unit you hoped up in got toen open to reveal a group of men, old and clearly mad in their doings.
"Claimed."
A voice you recognised sounded from the back of the group.
Daryl.
He went on to share how laying claim on you kept the men away from you and how he thought after reuniting it'd be done and over, but the oposite proved itself fairly quick.
"You know you didn't have to do all that, right? I mean, I know it was all to keep up the act, but I also know you don't like getting close like that." You and Daryl walked along the tree line, carefully eyeing a boar in the distance. "Hmhm, s'alright. Was nice, really." He dropped the subject immediately after and decided to focus on teaching you to hunt properly.
With focus and precision you took the shot, hitting the animal and joining Daryl to go see. "Great shot."
Upon seeng the animal lay lifeless on the forest floor you jumped into Daryl's arms with glee, quickly pulling back upon realizing your mistake.
Daryl's mind raced those few seconds, screaming at himself to make it happen now or never and his body moved out of its own.
His hands had remained on your hips and pulled you back in, ever so carefully nuzzling your cheek and making his way to press his lips against yours.
It was clear in Daryl's wording he wasn't having fun sharing the stories, but the glances he couldn't keep from happening told Rick more than Daryl's words.
"Ya gotta know, I care fer 'er. Really do." There were no truer words, nothing he could make it more clear he never had any ill intentions with you.
So now Rick stared at you, a look in his eyes that told you he was waiting for you to speak.
His look did nothing but frustrate you. "Really? You really think I'd sleep with just anybody just because the world went to shit?" Daryl could do nothing but smile behind his glass of water as you glared at your father. It was all true and he knew it firsthand.
"Reminds me of when ya smacked tha' Woodbury guy cuz he assumed ya were an easy fix." You sputtered out a laugh at the memory. "I don't even know how he thought that would work.."
"Hell, ya even turned me down lord knows how many times 'fore we found 'im again." Daryl nudged at Rick, recollecting the time you spent together with the Claimers.
His comment had you shy away again a little, still not comfortable to discuss any of that with your father in the room.
"Look." Rick interrupted the silence that had fallen again. "I'm not entirely agreeing with this, but at least I know Daryl's able to take care of you."
A stern finger pointed between the two of you next. "I just don't want to see any of it. Understood?"
You looked at Daryl and then at Rick. "So, that means you're okay with it?" The blessing turned the moths from before back into fluttering butterflies that spilled the words right past your lips, not even time for your brain to filter them.
"I promise it's not just what you saw in the photos, there's so much care and love, too. He even taught me how to hunt so I'll have food if we ever got separated." There was excitement in your voice, happiness even. It sang through the room as you rambled on about the feelings shared between you and the hunter.
"Think yer dad's heard 'nough fer today." There was a smile on Daryl's face as he could feel the unease radiate from his dearest friend. "M'headin' home. Ya get sum rest an' we'll talk t'morrow, yeah?"
As Daryl retreated you moved to go wash the dishes in silence, only the sound of running water and clanking plates to be heard. You didn't even notice the scrape of the chair across the floor, or the shadow cast beside you as your father joined you at the counter to dry what you washed.
"You know what?" His voice spoke suddenly beside you, pulling you away from your task."I'm glad it's Daryl you picked to be your partner."
A/N: Lords this took way too long. I hope it's any good đđ
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don't be like me don't procrastinate your homework. i now have two hours left to memorize the rest of hiragana /silly
guy who had not done her homework voice: i wonder what i should do next đ€đ€
#thankfully i just finished memorizing the a-ka-sa-ta-na-ha rows and all i have to memorize is ma-ya-wa but God Bles. i am Stupit.#thats totally my fault tho i had like three absolutely free days to learn. but nope adhd brain said âlets do it later we have pleny of timeâ#and im counting these two hours not for now because now im gonna go to sleep. no im counting the first class tmrw + morning trip to uni#mrk.txt#i have to wake up in 5 hrs. btw đ i think if you opened my skull to look at my brain you'd just find cowebs and dust in there
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Yan! Boyfriend x GN Reader
âđđđđđđđđ - đłđ°đđŹ đ·đđđđđđ đŹđđđđ , NSFW
Yan! Boyfriend who you thought to be a golden retriever only to have him turn into a Doberman the moment you are away from him.
Yan! Boyfriend who is the "all 5 love language combo" for you and you only!
Act of service? Fun, especially when his head is buried into your crotch. That aside, yes he does all those sweet ass stuffs. Anything you think of, he has done it, even to the very most downbad shit you could think of.
Physical touch? PDA if you are into that, else either a hand around your thigh, squeezing them with love or shit ton of pecks.
Words of affection? 'My love looks so gorgeous as usual! What a refined beauty my love is, no wonder I can't stop falling head over heels for you!' And you were on the bed with bad hair, drooling on your pillow.
Gifting? How many gifts have you received today from him? Starting from something little to something large? The most surprising would be him coming home with a pet for you.
"Ta-daaa! You've been saying you want a pet so I think you will like this!"
Quality time? Not a problem for him. He has a lot of time for you. Hm? Work? Better not question him further about it. All that matters is that it's enough to give the two of you more than enough, even allowing the two of you to laze around. (Unlike Yan! Lawyer Husband and Yan! Antagonist who barely has any time for darling pfft-)
Yan! Boyfriend who is practically on his knees like a dog waiting for his treat when you are about to do something âšïž r o m a n t i c a l âšïž on him. Say who's a good boy and you could have sworn you saw his non-existent tail wagging excitedly.
"Who's a good boy hm? Who's a gooood boy??"
"Me! Blue! Blue is a good boy!"
Well, at least he is now because he wasn't when you first met him. He's changed a lot just for you, didn't want to disappoint you the next time you see him.
Yan! Boyfriend is the guy who you can really depend on for everything. Financially? Yes. Wanna beat the fuck out of someone? Call him and that person will have a taste of all the martial arts he has learned back then, not to mention he was quite the delinquent back then. Mentally? Yes. He's always there for you, either making it worse or better.
Yan! Boyfriend who likes to show you off to his friends and co-workers so much as though you are his prized possession. The hand that never leaves your waist and the dagger he shot at the people who stared at you for a bit too long are threatening enough to scare them away. Will definitely have a separate chat with them later,
"The fuck you are looking at my love for hm?"
Ignore how their nose is red and bleeding okay? If only Blue was able to do more, he would have had his fist buried into their face even more and harder like in the good ol' days. Has no choice but to be good else someone might rat to you about his behavior again.
Yan! Boyfriend who really likes to sleep on your lap, being able to feel you this close just makes him feel all giddy like a teenager in love. Would litter kisses and licks if you are not wearing anything that covers your thighs.
Yan! Boyfriend who will almost have the same taste in music as yours because he's just like that. Sucking in everything about you and ends up liking it.
Yan! Boyfriend who will vibe with you nonstop. If you are the crack type person, he will just be as crack as you, making people think whether the two of you are high in crack or not. Will always make you feel like it's okay to do anything you want without having to be embarrassed. Too shy to sing? Well, watch him scream his lungs out (Lemon and Grape chilling with ear muffs) and his hand motioning you tag along.
"BABY WON'T YOU LOOOOVEEE MEEEE"
"What do you say we gag him up with the mic?"
"Great, I'll hold him by the neck."
Yan! Boyfriend who really loves watching you sleep. No, he's not a somnophilic bastard like Yulian. He just adores seeing you resting so peacefully. (while Eleanor panicking over darling sleeping)
Yan! Boyfriend who enjoys cooking breakfast for you. You'll wake up greeted with him standing by the kitchen or sitting by the dining table waiting for you to wake up. Hm? If the food has gone cold because you woke up late, he'll just reheat it. Nothing biggie so no need to feel bad about it ^^
Yan! Boyfriend who is always keeping his mental state in check just in case it cracks open the ugly side of him again. He's embarrassed of it yet he is grateful for it because it brought the two of you to meet. Just staying next to you is enough to keep him sane so try not to stray too far from him okay? He might really snap again and the place you once called home might be nothing but ruins.
"Love you... dear."
Yan! Boyfriend who hates being away from you! If his work suddenly requires him to be somewhere away from you, he will bring you along with him! (I might make a chart of the difference for all the LIfE Pro casts)
"Almost feels like a vacation eh? Let's visit this place once I'm done with work love!"
Although he always brings you along, there are times when he'll have to leave you with Lemon or Grape, either asking them to stay with you or you stay over their place.
"Try not to dent his sport car again yeah? He was yapping at me for hours ahaha! I will ask Grape to watch over you as well, she'll do well as your nanny. Hm? Not a little kid anymore? Oh no no, better be safe than sorry. Don't want those nasty ghosts keeping you awake during the night yeah?"
Afternote:
Blue is my second favorite! Yulian has always been the first so no one sees Blue that much... he's just so sweet... although the story he shares with Eleanor tangles everything up...
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Chapter 1: The Manuscript
âHe thought about how they said-
Since she was wise beyond her years everything had been above board. Now he wasnât sureâŠâ
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pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU AFAB!Reader
summary: an unsub with a taste for couples and power imbalances leads Doctor Spencer Reid not only back into the classroom but down the hypothetical aisle with the BAU's newest Probie for an undercover assignment that may change his life.
genre: slow-burn romance?
cw: age gap (Spencer is in his 40s, reader is 24), a couple y/nâs (Iâm sorry, I know Iâm sick of it too.), fake marriage, possibly eventual smut in later parts weâll see, female reader she/her pronouns, bad writing! lemme know if I missed anything! And as always, lemme know what you think!
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âThe professor said the write what you knowâ
Spencer sat at his desk, anxiously scribbling away at a case file that he knew he simply wasnât ready to hand over just yet. Not ready to let go or say goodbye. The office was deserted with the exception of Emily still fussing around in her office like she always was these days, just like Hotch before her, and Gideon before him. Back in the days when he was the youngest member of the teamâ god how things had changed.
âLooking backward might be the only way to move forward-â
six months prior:
"Come on, Em. Sheâs too young. Iâd hardly say she has any real-life experience, and as helpful as sheâs been, she certainly doesnât have the field experience. And you want to drop her into an undercover operation at a university thousands of miles away? I just canât logically wrap my mind around how you think this is our best option,â Spencer sighed, anxiously pacing the length of Emilyâs office. Maybe it was the lights, but more likely it was the outlandish plans being laid before him that were bringing on the all-too-familiar throb of a migraine.
Emily cleared her throat, glancing up at Spencer with a tight-lipped, not-quite smile. âIf you would let me finish, I wouldnât be sending her alone. Iâd be sending her with you. The unsubâor rather, unsubsâare targeting couples where the man,â she pointed to him, eyes widening as if to say keep up, âin the relationship comes from a position of power above the woman.â She wildly waved her hand toward the door, motioning to the woman sitting just outside the office.
âYouâd be posing as a professor, which technically isnât anything new for you. Though we might have to rub a little dirt on your good name.â She shrugged, glancing back down to shuffle through the pile of files on her desk until she found the one she was looking for, holding it out for Spencer. âA handsome professor and his new, albeit young, ex-TA of a wife... forced to move after your relationship went public. Tragic.â She quirked a brow, offering Spencer a playful smirk. He did not return it, instead rolling his eyes as he thumbed through the file containing what could be his life for the next couple of months.
âLook, if we place you both at the university, sheâll fit in with the students, youâll fit in with the professors, and now we have eyes and ears everywhere we need them. Itâs logical enough, Spencer, and sheâs already agreed as long as youâre up for it.â
There was a long pause as Spencerâs mind ran wild, figuring the probability of everything that could and likely would go wrong if he agreed to this plan.
âLook, weâll even count this towards thirty days of teaching if that sweetens the deal at all?â Prentiss let out an exhausted sigh. Clearly, this was her only option, and everyone else, even the higher-ups, had approved this plan. It all now sat on Spencerâs shoulders. All he needed to do was agree.
âFineâŠâ he mumbled, his palm digging into his eye socket briefly trying to dull the growing pain behind his eyes. If Prentiss noticed, she chose not to address it. âGreat! See, maybe itâll be good for you? The faculty housing looks nice-ish..? And youâve gotta admit, Y/N is sweet. I think sheâll learn a lot from you.â
Before Emily could finish her statement, Spencer turned on his heels, stalking out of the Unit Chief's office past the probie, her doe eyes fixed on him like he was a predator. Her gaze startled him in a way that sent him tripping over his own feet. He quickly righted himself, not daring to glance back at the younger agent on his way to the kitchenette.
An hour and several cups of coffee later, Spencer Reid found himself at the round table, sitting perfectly still as his breath caught in his lungs, watching the young woman in front of him sign her name on the dotted line. Itâs official; Doctor Spencer Reid is officially a married manâsort of.
It felt so absurd, having to sign a marriage license. Though, logically, he understood. If they were using Spencerâs name and reputation as a backbone for this assignment, there should be a paper trail. At least when it came to this, he knew Penelope could fabricate anything and everything else they might need, but this silly piece of paper, declaring them man and wifeâthat was free and public information that needed to be real.
âSoâŠâ Y/N's voice was soft as it attempted to cut through the heavy weight of the awkward atmosphere. She fidgeted, tapping the pen against the table.
Spencer cleared his throat, eyes raking over her as the voice in his head told him once again that this was an awful idea, that she was too young, that she had no field experience, and there were far too many ways this could all go south. He tried his best to shake them off. âIf you donât mind me asking, I donât mean this to be rude. I was a young agentâactually one of the youngest agents the BAU has ever hadââ he caught himself in his ramble, his eyes searching her face for any kind of discomfort before blinking harder than necessary in an attempt to focus. âSorryâuh, how old are you, if you donât mind me asking?â
âIâll be twenty-five in October⊠so twenty-four.â
"Right..." he chuckled, shaking his head, "that means...w-when you were born I already had two PhDs and was nearly finished with my third."
She groaned, a slight blush covering her cheeks as she fought the embarrassed grin threatening to take over her lips. âDoctor Reidââ
âSpencer.â He cut her off, offering a tight-lipped smile. âIâUh⊠you can just call me Spencer. I donât think couples typically use such formality when theyâre addressing each otherâŠâ
âI guess youâre right,â she said, offering a little nod. âSpencer,â his name felt too personal on her lips, âIââ a rosy blush creeping up her neck as her mind went completely blank, every thought sheâd ever had lost in the warm glow of his golden eyes.
As if on cue, Emily entered the room, a smirk on her lips as she observed the younger, seemingly awestruck agent gawking at her favorite genius. âHope Iâm not interrupting, but I thought these might be useful?â She shrugged, placing a velvet box down beside Spencer before sliding the other across the table to fall into the younger womanâs lap. âCongratulations. I now pronounce you man and wife or whatever they sayâbeware, Penelope is likely going to throw rice or glitter or whatever she found in her desk at you as you walk out of this room. Youâve been warned. And Iâd say kiss the bride, but frankly, I donât want to see that. Wheels up in thirty.â
With that, she offered the new couple a nod before retreating back out of the conference room, back to her office, leaving them to open the velvet boxes. The rings were simple, nothing too flashy, like something youâd expect a professor to be able to afford without breaking the bank.
âRightâŠâ Spencer said, sliding his own ring onto his finger before rising to his feet, his fingers awkwardly clenching and flexing at the unfamiliar weight. âMaybe if we donât leave together, Garcia wonât ambush us.â He turned towards the door, hesitating a moment to glance back at the woman he could now call his wife. âUnlessâunless youâre ready to go⊠we could, uh, head out together?â
âOh, yeah, of course!â Y/N nodded quickly, jumping to her feet as she organized the pile of papers back into their folders and into her bag. She crossed the room, stopping beside Spencer. She glanced up at him, her own ring feeling heavy on her finger as she hesitantly reached out, offering him her hand. He looked at her for a moment, his eyes going back and forth between her waiting palm and her eyes before reluctantly accepting the offer.
âShall we, Mrs. Reid?â
âNow and then he re-reads the manuscript. Of the entire torrid affair~â
Chapter II: Guilty as Sin
Thanks for being interested in my silly little concept đ©”
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AITA for being kind and civil with people who drive me insane?
So this is something that happens all the time and it's a pattern so to save your time, I'll only mention the one incident which that I got called out for several times, it's starting to make me think I might be TA.
I (34F) work in a grocery store. Maddy (???F) works in the security department and is in charge for looking through our grocery to ensure we didn't steal anything (our workplace is uncomfortably strict about this since many employees have stole in the past) She is very rude, I never liked her. She makes me so uncomfortable a lot because she yells all the time. At everyone. She never realized how offensive she is.
Anyway, sometimes I'd walk past her after my shift forgetting that I'm carrying grocery bags etc and she'd yell at me to get back there. It's always embarrassing because anyone who witnesses that would most likely assume I'm a shoplifter because of the way she's yelling. She yells about other stuff too mind you, don't think I always forget the fact I'm carrying grocery. They don't allow us to bring our bags inside and we have to keep them in our locker (according to her, I never heard this elsewhere). She yells at me if I try to take my purse with me if I'm in a hurry. She says it's ~the rules~ and we need to follow them but like, she the only security staff who's this strict about it. The others don't even bother to check our groceries because they trust we don't shoplift and it's actually stupid because we could still shoplift anyway and hide the items in our pockets and they don't perform a body check anyway (they used to in the past but were legally required to stop because of Covid).
How do I deal with her though? Every time she'd yell, I reply to her very calmly and attempt small talk to absorb her anger. For example, if she's angry about my grocery, I'd show them to her and ask stuff like "what is you favorite brand of milk/bread/egg etc etc"
She does engage but it never made her actually stop and think about her behaviors for a single second. I have always stopped to chat with her whenever I can and she always speaks calmly when I do, but returns to yelling when I "break the rules" as she says.
But here's the thing. My patience is limited. I'm like a battery, if you keep charging me, I'll eventually explode. I planned remaining civil with Maddy forever, but enough is enough and I accidentally lashed out. I lashed out on her ONCE only, I yelled much louder than she did, for 30 minutes, lecturing her about work etiquette. She was so surprised and taken aback. She told me "where did this all come from?" Like she didn't see it coming? She seriously mistook my patience and tolerance of her behaviors for friendliness. And that was the last time we talked, I reported her to HR the next day because I don't think she'll ever get the memo, and that's when I learned thst so many employees have complained about her already but they can't fire her because she an outsource and has strong connections in her company, management has already talked to her numerous times but she just doesn't listen, so don't call me TA for not communicating, it doesn't work with her.
My friend Gloria (28F) and many others including our manager (F30s) told me I should've not been chatting with her, I should just ignore her and disengage. They think the fact I'm talking kindly to her will just make her assume she isn't doing anything wrong and encourage her to keep behaving like that, and that she'd think I want to be friends??? None of that is my intention. I just want to be civil to her to indirectly get her to realize her behaviors weren't acceptable. I'm setting a good example for her, to learn from me how she should treat people and soften her heart.
I was called TA because they said I didn't have to be civil with her if I knew I might eventually lash out (but lashing out isn't something I planned??), and I should've just avoided her and set boundaries. Gloria told me it's an AH move to go out of my way to interact to someone I despise when ignoring them is an option and that makes me two faced and makes the people around me wonder if I truly like them or I'm basically tolerating them, but this wouldn't happen if I they weren't rude in the first place?
BTW a similar thing eventually happened with Gloria because her attitude sucked with me and I lashed out eventually because enough is enough, she said she should've known not to trust me because of how I treated Maddy and I shouldn't have befriended her if I "hated" her so much. AITA?
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BABY DADDY .á
f!reader x toji fushiguro (18+)
summary : âFuck you Toji!â âFuck me..? FUCK YOU.â God you hated him so much.
warnings : toji calls reader a bitch and finds out, slapping, reader cries, sex while pregnant, slight angst, a cute little fic
â..It should be âThank you, Toji. Oh i just love you so much.â
He looks at your angry face, scar rising as he couldnât hold back the cocky smirk. His eyes trail down to your little round belly, four months swollen. âThank you? Thank you? Iâm fuckin pregnant dumbass!â
âNothing wrong with ya carryin my seed. You can take a break from work for 9 months. Calm the fuck down.â He grumbles, grabbing a cigarette from his pocket. âCalm down? I canât just take months off- I model dumbass.â
âAnd you modeled for me one day and look what happened, I knocked you up.â Not to mention the engagement ring you wore. Youâve been together for almost three years heâs head over heels for you. âCalm the hell down.â Heâs reaching over to pat you on your head. âGonna give âGumi the crazies.â
âNo- you donât understand. I donât wanna become a housewife-â
âI wanna still be the model I was- noâyou donât get it Toji youâre a manâ baby. We have this chat once a month.â He quotes you almost perfectly. Smoke leaving his lips. âQuit yrâ bitchin-â SLAP !the sound loud ringing in your ears, hand colliding with his face faster than youâve ever moved before.
âFuck you Toji!â
âFuck me..? FUCK YOU.â God you hated him so much. Your eyes watered, but you were a strong little thing. Thatâs what Toji liked about you..one of many things. Like how when you first met he was just a guy in the crowd watching you strut down the aisle, smirk on his face as he sketched in a notepad. An artist he wanted to be..you learned that after getting to know him. Your eyes glance over to the notepad page, framed on your wall but showing signs of age.
You also thought of what he actually was..the son of your boss. He didnât have much money when you met, looks could always fool you..so sweet you were. That didnât bother you much though. It wasnât his fault his father blocked his success. His art, your love. You watch as Toji puts out the cigarette, cursing to himself as he started to walk away from you.
âWh- donât walk away from me weâre not done.â You follow him. He sighs, rubbing his forehead. âYes we are.â
âNo weâre not-â
âIâm not gonna keep doing this every month. We had time to..we decided to keep the baby and now youâre complaining about the damn kid!â He turns to you, blue eyes staring sadly at your brown ones. Instinctively reaching down to graze your cheek. âI know you donât like it mama..â he murmurs. You sniffle softly, leaning into the touch you fell in love with. Your eyes close as he felt closer. His lips grazing over your chin and neck. Tojiâs hands wrapped around your body.
He held you both. âItâs your fault.â you sob into his embrace. He couldnât hold back the small smile littering his lips. âTakes two ta tango?â he wipes your eyes, kissing the tears away. âMhm..â you found yourself sniffling. He rubbed over your swollen belly. âGumi be nice to mama alright? Stressinâ her out.â He whispers to the baby.
âMâsorry..â He whispers again, his strong hands guiding you into his body. âHow could I be so bad? Getting such a perfect little thing knocked up..filled up with my baby. How could I have done such a thing..â He coos.
He leans up to kiss your lips, thumb swiping at the fallen tears. âYouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me, yâknow?â Toji stands up straight, bringing your body into his. He rubbed your back while you cried softly into his chest, how you wrapped your arms around the love of your lifeâŠhe was everything. He knew you meant no harm, he also knew to watch his mouth but still failed. âYouâre going to be perfect- weâre gonna be a perfect lil family okay?â
âCmere mama..â He had you trapped. You loved him too fucking much to let go.
âBe gentle.â You had huffed. âDamnit I am- shut up.â He had huffed back, playful smile on his lips while the thick head of his cock slipping between your folds. Toji held back while you were pregnant- he had no choice- being the rough guy that he was. Itâs how you go here in the first place, hell. The scar on his lips danced as he moaned softly, bottoming out. He didnât go in all the way, though. His tongue lapped at your growing breast. Nipples being flicked by his tongue, hips still.
âMissed this..â you close your eyes, breathing softly while he started to move. His hands were on either side of your head, tightly fisted the sheets. You could tell he was doing his best not to pound you. âMm..â Your head relaxes on the big pillow beneath your head. Tojiâs face tucks into your neck, cock slipping out past your ring. He was a mess. The cum that leaked should be a crime. Youâd tease him about it later. He slips back in just as easily, biting down gently on your neck. âGonna take care of you, alright?â He mumbles.
âYeah yeah.â
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