#39 Year Old Virgin

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Birthday Girl

Y/N Hates Her Birthday With A Passion. Will whoever sent her roses with a card saying: Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it. Change the situation?

Birthday Girl

 Warnings: Adult Situations with a Fucking Hot Romanian Actor, Smutty Birthday Sex, Sexy Times, Mentions Of Fingering and Oral Sex. May Have Sebastian saying somethings in Romanian.

 Author's Note: April 14th is really my birthday. Kind of the inspiration behind the story. I wrote this around my 39th birthday last year. It's a long story behind how come I hate my birthday. I'd be happy to give an explanation and write a part two if it's requested, I get some feedback. Enjoy!

It was April 14th which meant one thing; other than Black Friday it was one of the other days’ dread and hated with a passion which was her birthday. She hoped no one at her work would remember what today was since she did not need a reminder of the fact she was a year older and a step closer to gulp 40. One short year anyway. Y/N had hated her birthdays after her seventeenth when everything bad seems to want to occur on that date. God must have seriously planned for her entry into the world and had a sick sense of humor about it. Y/N sure as hell did not find it the least bit funny.

 Knowing her luck, someone would remember her birthday. Hope they were ready to be decked because that is the first thing she would do. Ok, might not be such a good idea considering half of the majority of the clients were celebrities. Seriously, when was the last time someone famous even remembered the receptionist’s birthday?

Y/N walked into her place of employment which was the  Brookside Artist Management talent agency but one in a particular client had her fancy, and seemed to star in her dreams. God would she love to have that for her birthday, but it was not meant to happen. Ok so far so good, no one had approached her to mention her birthday. No way to bring or draw attention to herself that was until she neared her desk when she saw a large bouquet of Salmon-colored roses. That just screamed it was someone’s birthday or anniversary. Whoever sent her the roses would be in deep, deep trouble. It only made Y/N speed walk over to the Receptionist's desk.

She slowly lowered her bag off to the side while she slipped into her chair to notice a card attached to the roses, good a clue as to who was on her hit list as of now for making it a bit obvious to her co-workers it was a day she would like to completely forget. She took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before she slipped the card off the roses to read.

 Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it.

                                                                                         Love,

                                                                                         Your secret admirer.

A secret admirer? Y/N blinked while she re-read the card to make sure her eyes were not playing tricks on her. Who could possibly have a crush on her? Who could possibly have a crush on her let alone known she had one on him? The only two people who knew about her crush were a few of her co-workers and friends who were in a different department. They obviously were behind the roses. Y/N quickly booted up her computer since she needed to know some answers here. She glanced at the roses from the corner of her eye while her computer continued to boot to life at the same time, she flipped open the schedule book for that day’s appointments.

 She at least could be prepared and do her job while she plotted how to murder the person behind the roses and get away with it. Y/N quickly scanned the book while she now multi-tasked signing into the computer. Y/N continued to think while she signed into her Samsung S9 group friend chat that she had going on with a few of her friends. She saw her two main suspects were already in there perfect she began to type.

 Y/N: Alright, which one of you two decided to send me roses?

 ANGIE: Roses? Now who would want to send you roses on your birthday? Oh my God is that today?

 Y/N: Please don’t even remind me. I know one of you two sent them.

 KATHRYN: Hey, you’re the one who told us not to make a freaking deal out of your birthday. I didn’t send you roses.

 ANGIE: I didn’t don’t look at me. Did they come with a note?

 Y/N: Of course, it came with a note. You twit.

 “Good morning, Y/N,” a male sexy American Romanian accent-filled voice she began knowing well said which only startled her out of her focus on her phone. She nearly jumped and fell out of her seat at the realization that Sebastian Stan had been standing there watching her make a fool out of herself while she ranted to her friends via a text message chat. Slowly, Y/N turned her body still in the chair to face the direction of Sebastian’s voice. Sebastian seemed a bit amused by her behavior and demure. Not the least bit annoyed. She almost came on the sight of him as she saw this morning, he had on a pair of jeans, with a white short sleeve fitted t-shirt and a black leather jacket. It looked like Sebastian had not shaved for a few days which made him have a few days’ worth of growth and stubble.

 It was like an image that had come to life from one of her daily or nightly fantasies she had about this guy. The man had no idea how he would be the death of her or what he was doing to her inside. “Good morning, Seb, what can I do for you this morning?” Y/N calmly asked while inside of her head she was screaming something entirely different and very inappropriate. Ok screaming something entirely different, very inappropriate, and mentally undressing him in her mind in her own bed. Something that Sebastian let alone any other staff member that was around likely really did not or should not ever know let alone hear.

 “I have an appointment with Emily first thing this morning . . . I’m sure it’s right there in the book,” Sebastian slowly trailed while his stare never left Y/N. Right the appointment book that is lying flat open. Y/N’s eyes quickly darted down in the direction of the book to flip to page two where Sebastian’s name was printed in a big, large black font. An audible buzz from the text message from the phone sounded which startled her again. “Are you going to answer whoever that is who is anxious for you to respond?” Sebastian chuckled.

“I uh-yeah of course. I’ll- I’ll call Emily and tell her you’re here,” Y/N stuttered while her hand shook to reach out to grasp the office desk phone next to her computer. Oh God how freaking embarrassing God take me now. Y/N quickly punched in the number her finger nearly fumbling anxiously waiting for the phone on the other end to be answered while the shrill of the ring grew louder and louder each time in her panicky-filled ear.

 KATHRYN & ANGIE: Y/N you still there?

 ANGIE: What does the note say?

 Y/N took a quick glance at her phone’s screen to read the messages while she turned to look back at the ringing office phone in her hand. C’mon Emily answer already before your freaking, hot Romanian client drive me to an early death by orgasm. Y/N squeaked and jumped startled when finally, Emily answered. “Hi Emily, I just thought I tell you that you’re 8:30 appointment is here. Sebastian is standing right here waiting to be sent it,” Y/N nearly squeaked in a rushed tone. “I’ll tell him to come in then,” Y/N answered after Emily had given her an answer after a quick laugh. Still, with a shaky hand, she dropped the phone back into the cradle before she looked back over at Sebastian. “You can go in now. She’s ready for you.”

Sebastian chuckled his trademark laugh which only made Y/N blush. “Thanks, who sent you the roses is it like your birthday or something?”

Lie Y/N, say something other than... “Yes, it’s my birthday. Some secret admirer sent them to me. Kind of funny not sure how this person even knew, roses were my favorite type of flower,” Y/N admitted.

“They’re beautiful, just not as beautiful as you. Oh, Happy Birthday to,” Sebastian answered still with a smile for her before he walked off in the direction of Emily’s office. Y/N could only stare before her trans was broken by another annoying beep from the text message.

 ANGIE: Y/N! What does the fucking card say already?!

 Y/N: Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it. Love, Your secret admirer. You two are the only ones who know who I like. There is no way in hell he even knows I like him.

 KATHRYN: Ha, ha Y/N I think he does know. Especially how the way you act and react while he graces you with his hot Romanian presence. You have a point though; I seriously doubt he would send you roses.

 ANGIE: Hey, isn’t he supposed to come in today?

 Y/N: Yes, they just did, thus the reason I was deadpanned on sending a response. I was talking to him, he saw the roses and wished me Happy Birthday aaah my day has gone to hell.

 Y/N texted while a frustrated filled sigh escaped from her lips. God, now she could not wait for this day to end and to be able to go home to take a long relaxing bubble bath before she curled up into bed to fall into a deep sleep.

 ANGIE: Where’s the sexy Romanian now? Is it clear to even talk? He didn’t see what your screen saver on your computer and phone lock screen, wallpaper was did he?

 Y/N: Yeah, they just went into Emily’s office leaving me and given me time to do nothing, since I already have everything done for them both. No, I had it hidden with an open word document and the text messenger screen.

 KATHRYN: So did you make an idiot out of yourself in front of your walking birthday wish? You gotta think that we know you better and know that if you could have anything for your birthday and one birthday wish it would be to have that Romanian Actor in your bedroom.

Y/N only softly laughed while she nodded since they had a point, she remembered how one night they all were talking over drinks about fantasies that involved men. Something she wished she would be able to experience if God had planned to let her. God just let that intimate experience be with Sebastian Stan.

 Y/N: I guess we will be killing time by talking about ways we want to screw Sebastian if we had him in the position in our bedrooms.

 Y/N typed while she looked down in the direction of Emily’s office where Sebastian sat. This was pathetic she just saw him a few minutes ago and was already anxiously waiting for his walk back past her desk. God, I need to get a freaking life.

 KATHRYN: What was he wearing? You did catch what he had on long enough before you turned into a puddle of Jell-O?

 Y/N: Oh God, I think he tapped into one of my daily fantasies and picked out that outfit a pair of jeans. Had on a black leather jacket. Has on a white fitted t-shirt, has not shaved for a few days. Oh God, I need to have an orgasm badly!

 ...

The day only seemed to drag on after Sebastian’s appointment time slot had come and gone. She got to enjoy her sexy Romanian eye candy and made a freaking moron out of herself to entertain him long enough for his next appointment to see Emily. Sebastian seemed to be the only client of Emily’s who was able to make her act like she was still a teen in high school and end up falling into moronic-like behavior around the hottest guy at school. For Christ's Sake, she just turned 39 less than 12 hours ago, and the guy was 89 days away of turning 39 and he could turn and make her act like that? It just seemed so freaking wrong. It Also felt so wrong, that she was older than him. Even if it were by 4 months and a day. It just made her feel dirty, was a slight insecurity that would stop her from ever making a move or hitting on him.

 For some reason, Sebastian seemed to enjoy the walk back past her desk since he decided to tease her with a sexy smile, which only made it worse for her. She could not breathe the moment he seemed to be or was around, almost stopped breathing when he decided to take the leisure upon himself to stop at her desk. She sat in her driveway still behind the wheel of her car as she recalled every minute.

 …

 “So, Y/N how old are you today?”

 “Well, let’s just say still within the fucking thirties. Mid- fucking thirties,” Y/N answered while she forced her brain to operate. Just let him keep guessing what her real age was. He only smiled since the game she had started to play between them seems to become interesting.

 “Mid-fucking thirties huh? So does this mean in order to find out how old you are I’d have to go find your driver’s license or I could go ask Emily?” Sebastian joked which only made her lightly smile.

 “If you did that, I’d have to sleep with you then kill ya,” Y/N joked back with a soft laugh. She stopped in mid-laugh when she saw his reaction to that suggestion which was a sexy, wicked smirk.

 “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that, I happen to like older, crazy women. Is that an invitation to join you in your bed to celebrate one of your mid- fucking thirties age birthdays?”

 He had to be shitting her right? Yeah, that is it, Sebastian did love to joke and kid. “I uh- don’t you have like a girlfriend or someone you’re seeing?” Y/N stuttered while she fought hard not to sink down low in her chair.

 “I’m pretty much not taken at the current moment,” he casually responded. “Your birthday is only one day a year. You got something crazy planned for tonight with some friends?” Sebastian smirked, he enjoyed watching her try to not come apart right in front of him.

 God she would love to have him included in her birthday plans if they were not self-deluded thoughts of being alone in her room to ponder what the hell was wrong with her life where it was heading or going as she neared the fourth decade of her life. Like a distraction of sex with him would do much help or wonders. She would kick herself for what she was about to tell the man of her sexual dreams and fantasies. “No, I was just going to go home, take a bubble bath then fall asleep. I really don’t have any plans or had any with friends since self-wallowing doesn’t need the assistance of anyone else but myself.”

 “You’re too beautiful to even be alone on your birthday. You do not even look like someone in their mid- fucking thirties. If you change your mind, you can always call me and I can take you out get you drunk, have you revealing what your real age is. Then like you said you can fuck me then kill me afterward.”

 …

 It was a hell of a way to end her workday having Sebastian Stan try to pick her up. She grabbed the vase of roses at the same time she shook her keys around to find the house key to unlock the front door. That is when she noticed a shirt-sized wrapped box propped up against the door. She normally would have been a bit pissed off, but after what had gone down today, she would make exceptions. Someone clearly wanted her to know they knew it was her birthday and they gave some type of damn.

 Just who seem to give a damn was what she wanted to know. Y/N bent down grabbed the box while she shifted the vase into the other free arm to turn open the doorknob open the door to a half-dark-like house. It was a few minutes after dusk and was getting dark. It was one of those moments where she wished she had someone that she could come, too. A man or a dog either one it would have not mattered.

 Y/N closed her front door behind herself while she locked and secured the door’s lock. She did not bother with the lights while she walked straight down the entry hall made a right turn ending up in her kitchen. She placed the roses in the middle of the kitchen counter right before she turned her attention towards the wrapped gift box in her hand. Now, who sent her this gift? She quickly ripped into the box to come across the Victoria's Secret logo. Her interest now fully perked as to who would be sending her lingerie.

There had to be a card somewhere maybe, buried within the contents of the box, she hoped while slipping off the lid to unfold the Victoria Secret logo tissue paper. Her curiosity now seemed very piped and very intrigued maybe to the point where she worried if she may have a stalker on her hand. Oh, that would have made a hell of a life script ending the day she turns 39 she learns she has a deadly stalker who murders her in her sleep. Oh, how fabulous.

 The tissue paper moved out of the way she saw silky white material. How the heck did this person even know what color she should wear? There sat a Birthday Card on top of the neatly folded lingerie. She started to notice that whoever the “Secret Admirer” was seemed greatly determined to gift her with “Birthday Sex”. It could not be more subtle when the front of the card design was a “Birthday Checklist” and the checklist items consisted of “You, Me, Birthday Cake, Sparkling Cider, Birthday Sex”. Without hesitation, Y/N unfolded the card to read.

 Y/N,

I hope I picked out the right color and size. I want you to wear this tonight after you take a bath or get ready for bed. Just do as I ask and you’ll see why and will greatly enjoy what you get rewarded for following and listening to rules.

                                                                                                                  Love,

                                                                                                Your secret admirer.

“Ok what the hell is this person watching me or something?” Y/N asked out loud while she looked around the kitchen to see and get a vibe to feel if anyone was secretly watching her. She did not feel as if someone was watching her, but the note sent a bit of a chill down her spine. “I better not die at 11:20 tonight by a serial killer or some psychotic stalker,” Y/N muttered while she placed the card down on the counter while she grabbed the box taking it upstairs with her up to her room.

 She questioned herself again rather or not if she should follow the directions of the note or what the heck her reward would be if she followed directions while she slipped her purse, she still had dangle off her shoulder near her dresser. She should just follow the damn directions and see what happens what did she have to lose nothing really oh what the hell just follow the damn rules. The first thing she had to do was to take a bath before heading to bed. She seriously needed some time to shave since she had seriously neglected her legs and other areas of her body.

 Without hesitation, she quickly stripped out of her clothes while she turned on the water for her bath and allowed the temperature to adjust to the heat she liked. She grabbed her can of shaving cream along with her fresh razor while she slipped into the warm bath while she froze in her spot for a minute. It suddenly felt like she was not exactly alone, but just knowing she was only being a bit too paranoid. She locked all the doors and windows, no one could easily break into the house or gain entry.

 Y/N shook her head while she just fully decided to just stick to the note and shave her legs and whatever else she needed to remove hair from. She continued to shake her head while she grabbed the shaving cream to shake the can a few times. She squeezed a good amount in her palm for her first leg which was the right one she had rested on the rim of the tub. The large tub she now occupied seems to be one of the main reasons she had even bought this house since she loved big bathtubs. She mainly spent a lot of time in there rather it be reading and getting lost in a good book or doing something seriously naughty that involved thoughts about Sebastian.

 That suddenly made Y/N rethink about giving Sebastian a call. Was he serious about coming over to fuck her or was he seriously just kidding? Her cell phone sat nearby since she always placed her Galaxy S9 nearby. Maybe it was not such a good idea to call him while in the bathtub since his voice would likely get her into some serious naughty filled trouble. Just shave your legs and whatever Y/N then just put some lotion on and slip on the lingerie. Once again, the feeling of being watched washed over her while she carefully slipped the razor upward from the start of her ankle to not cut herself with it.

 Ok, it started to seriously feel weird as if one of her fantasies she had that involved Sebastian was not about to remain only in her head or thoughts. In the same fantasy, it had started out with her in the tub alone getting ready for bed, shaving while some lingerie waited off to the side to be slipped on. He would be in the other room in her bed anxiously waiting for her to get out of the sexy garments. Oh, how she would love for that to come true. The thought made her quickly finish off the leg and shave the other one before she worked on her underarms then in the area in between her legs.

 She may not have anyone in her life, but it did not stop her from wanting to feel sexy for herself. She was not a prude or some sexual naïve who locked herself in a closet or denied herself life’s simple pleasures that one’s hand may bring. Y/N was done shaving before she knew it and quickly discarded the razor into the nearby garbage can while she reached off to the ledge to grab a towel to dry herself off. The feeling of still being watched by a voyeur still would not leave while she dabbed herself dry with the towel before she stopped in front of her sink to grab a bottle of lotion to put on. The Vanilla scent, she had chosen to put on was by an organic company called Loma, which she carefully rubbed onto her arms, legs, and her stomach.

 The scent was strong and sensual enough, but not so strong to overrule the senses and to knock out oneself or someone else. Y/N had allowed the lotion to dry on her semi, warm, damp skin before she went over to the toilet seat where she had dropped the box that held the lingerie to take out of the box. She nearly gasped when she pulled out the first piece which was a beautiful, cream-white sensual-looking chemise that fell a few inches above her knees. The straps were spaghetti thin. She had worn the same thing in her dreams she had to wonder how this person even knew this.

 There was a matching pair of white silky, sexy panties in the box just enough to leave to the imagination yet enough to look virginally sexy. The pair of panties was cut low enough to be low hip style just what she liked. She had no trouble whatsoever to slip into the panties and slip on the chemise before she quickly focused on styling her hair. Y/N grabbed a large claw clip twisted up her hair into a simple styled French twist which allowed a few strands of her medium mocha balayage color hair to fall loosely around her face. Ok, she liked the finished look and product she just hoped that she followed the directions of the note.

Y/N stared at herself in the mirror she felt confident and sexy, sexy enough to enter her bedroom. She snapped off the lights in the bathroom while she headed into the other room. Odd, she thought was not her bedroom dark when she entered the bathroom nearly thirty minutes ago? The room was practically lit up by Vanilla Scented candlelight. The flames were scattered around the room each flickering in sync. She had to blink to wonder very confused was this even her room or she even belonged in this house. Her reaction while she slowly scanned around the room was to lightly bite at her lower lip which received a soft male sounding type chuckle from the middle of the room.

 That laugh sounded so familiar, which sounded American Romanian only could belong to one person. There was no way in hell, he was in her room watching her from the darkness or direction of where the hidden chuckle came from, her bed. I seriously must be dreaming or am too tired. She continued to bite at her lower lip while she looked down at the floor to see a trail of soft pink and peach-colored rose petals led a trail to the foot of her bed. She silently gulped while she took a few steps toward the darkness that still hid her bed from the view of the flickering candles.

 Her bare feet brushed against the surface of her carpeted floor at the same time the sides of her feet brushed against the silky petals which released the sweet perfume the roses contained. The sweet scent softly assaulted her nostrils. A few more steps toward the foot of her bed and she was able to see or make out an bare foot. From the size of the foot, it clearly was attached to the leg and belonged to that of a man. The leg was clad in a pair of jeans. Slowly, Y/N allowed her eyes to work their way up the length of the denim-clad leg that led upward to a toned bare chest. His toned belly that was on display showed a trail that led down which wickedly hinted what was contained in those jeans belonged to her tonight.

 A good hint if the set of blue eyes did not give away that contained a sexy glint to show some of their intent for the evening along with his sexy, fuckable smirk of his. His white teeth gleamed in the dark. His other hand rested flat on his side while he was half propped up by the help of the dozen pillows half lying down. The fucking sexy few days’ worth of stubble made her lower regions just swoon in a thousand orgasms.

 The breath caught in her throat while trying to find her voice while she stopped in front of her bed. “Seb?” Y/N’s voice squeaked out while she found her voice which only received another soft chuckle. “How did you get into my room? I-I mean how long have you been in my bed and house? I mean not that I don’t mind,” she stuttered out with a slight blush.

 He smirked mostly in relief to himself that she didn’t seem to be to upset with the idea of how she found him in her room. It was a good time where he could be honest how in the first place he got into her room and her house. “With some help and isn’t it a bit obvious why I’m in your bed? I’m your secret admirer,” he answered while he looked over what stood before him. Fuck, she was beautiful, breathtaking, and seemed crazy about him. Her reaction to the word “admirer” made him amused since she appeared a bit tongue-tied.

“You- you were watching me the entire time I was taken a bath?” she asked while she tried to find her voice again let alone her train of thought.

“Was so tempted to just barge in and take you in the bath, but it appears good things come to those who wait,” he replied while never taken his eyes off her. “You know I’m getting kind of lonely in your bed alone. Are you going to join me or just stand there all night?” he teased.

 He is right, but this is my room and no dream. I can jump him in my own bed, Y/N gleefully thought while she made her feet move off to the side of the bed. She slowly slipped onto the bed while she tried her hardest to make sure the chemise did not inch up her thighs. She had him where she would always want him but had no clue exactly where to start.

 She could not move while she froze in her spot sitting on her knees while she looked him over. She took in every inch and detail of what he looked like. “I’m your birthday gift, so unwrap me Birthday Girl.” Oh yes, that is right there had to be a good reason as to why Sebastian Stan lied under her half-naked. He smirked while he observed her slowly crawl forward nervously while she licked her lips.

“Say that again,” Y/N said while she shifted her stance to be able to straddle Sebastian’s lap at the same time, she faced him.

Sebastian smirked while he felt Y/N settle in his lap. Already, he could smell her arousal and feel her wetness. She barely was around him and already she was sexually aroused. He leaned forward while he placed his hands against her shoulders, close enough so he could smell the delicious taste of her lotion. “Birthday Girl,” Sebastian murmured right before he made his move to kiss her.

 Fuck I think I just cum! Y/N’s eyes softly fluttered close at the contact of his lips against hers. She softly moaned while she felt his stubble scrape against the sensitive area of her chin. She would never think of the word “Birthday Girl” the same again without the urge to orgasm. Suddenly the room felt hot to her, or maybe it was the fact Sebastian’s kiss turned out to be scorching hot. Hot damn he knew how to kiss.

 The only sound Y/N could hear besides Sebastian’s soft chuckle was the sound of her heart loudly beat and pound in her ears. “It’s all about you tonight, let me grant your deepest, darkest fantasy,” Sebastian continued to murmur while he placed soft kisses against her lips.

 “Mmm. That could take all night.”

 “I got the time,” he softly said while he shifted his kisses place along the side of her cheek. She could only moan while she shifted her head noticed a long stem pink colored rose rested on the table. Was he about to plan what she thought he would do with the rose? “Fuck. You smell delicious.” She shuttered at his words while she felt his hands and fingers shift to grasp the thin fabric straps of the chemise. “Can I have a taste over and over?” he purred seductively in her ear.

 Y/N whimpered; she could not even speak while he worked the straps down her arms past her shoulders the touch and feel of his callused fingers while they caressed her skin made her tremble. Her heart beat faster pounded harder against her chest. The nervousness of not hidden behind a piece of clothing or behind her desk increased the anxiety she had that started to build the moment she saw him in her bed. His fingers followed the same path as the chemise had only to stop right at her breasts.

 He stared her straight in her eyes while he allowed his hands to stroke and caress her breasts. His thumbs made slow circles against her nipples while he used his thumbs and forefingers to row them into hardening peaks. It was clear she had reached the stage where she would burst and explode into a flame underneath his touch. “You like that Birthday Girl?” he huskily asked while he continued to look Y/N straight in her eyes. “Want me to go on?”

 Of course, she wanted him to go on. Her first response other than the fact she showed Sebastian he had her completely tongue-tied. Without any hesitation, Y/N arched her back forward and slightly back to allow Sebastian’s hands to be able to grasp her breasts get a bit more of a handful. The movement of how she shifted caused her to brush against him a slight reminder to himself that he was hard. The roughness of the denim rubbed against him. He hissed through his teeth.

 He caught the look she gave him while she looked back at him with a look of concern as she continued to arch her back to press into him. The last thing she wanted was for him to be in agony. Her arm inched and moved in between them to rest at the button of Sebastian’s jeans. A soft gasp escaped from her lips when she felt one of his hands softly grasp around her wrist, she used to try to undo his jeans. He shook his head while he bought that hand up to his lips. “No, dragă (sweetheart) tonight is all about you,” Sebastian softly said while he placed a soft kiss there.

 “B-but,” Y/N softly replied right before he used the same hand with one of his fingers to place it against her lips to silence her.

 “Let’s take care of you first, then focus on me,” he responded now as it became his turn to shift while he laid back to rest and prop against the pillows behind him to have her sit on top of him her back still arched with her offering him her breasts like an offering type sacrifice.

 She did not protest this time while she silently took his answer while she felt one of his hands rest and softly wrap around her left breast while he placed his other hand below her breastbone to slowly move down her stomach. “Doamne ești atât de frumos (God you are so beautiful),”Sebastian murmured while the hand that paid attention to her breast softly caressed her flesh. Goosebumps started to form and pucker from the mixed reaction to the cold air and the touch and feel of his fingers.

She loved his accent she softly continued to shutter underneath his touch and contact of his hands. She loved the slow pace and control he used now to go slowly with her. Did he seem to know she still happened to be a virgin? Is that why he wanted to go slow? Not that she complained or had anything against guys who still wanted to be civilized with chivalry.

 She pushed the issue to the back of her mind the moment she felt his other hand continue to inch down her stomach stop at the hem of the pair of panties she wore while she felt the warmness of his breath against her skin.

 Slowly, he flicked out his tongue to lick and lap at her nipple that started to harden from the foreplay he had used with his hands the few previous minutes before. He enjoyed her reactions to his touch which made him anticipate the next reaction she would give the moment his lips slowly closed around that hard rosy little peak. “Ooh,” Y/N moaned the moment she felt his mouth seal around her nipple. The feeling of his mouth and stubble against her sensitive skin caused her hands to move to the back of his head press and tangle her fingers into his messy hair. She only seemed to encourage him to go on while she felt his other hand slowly start inch down the front of the silky material.

 A soft gasp escaped from her lips as his fingers had made their way down further below the hem of the panties and brushed against her damp skin. She almost jumped out of her skin while his thumb lightly brushed against her clit. His fingers could feel how wet she really had become which only increased the amount of pressure and pace of his mouth. The wetness made it easy for him to allow two of his fingers to enter her allow him to feel how tight Y/N was. Her hips slightly lifted to respond to buck against his two fingers with a low moan that had escaped from the back of her throat. What he did next almost took her over the first edge of the night as he used his teeth to lightly nip and pluck at her nipple.

 He adverted his eyes up admired her face in awe which only turned him on more while his thumb continued to massage against her clit the fingers only increased their pace while they slipped in and out of her unexplored and unclaimed territory. The material of his jeans started to feel tight and restricted while the rough material cut into his skin to the point of chaffing. He quickly kissed his way over to the other breast to pay the same amount of attention as he did to the first one right before. Her heart really increased in speed while pounding harder and harder against her chest. The faster her heart seemed to beat the faster Sebastian’s fingers move in and out of her with the same great speed.

 He could feel her walls tighten around his fingers which only made the perfect time to quickly remove them from inside of her. Y/N whimpered at the loss of his fingers buried deep inside of her while she felt Sebastian��s hair lightly tickle against her sweaty, damp skin while the same time his lips brushed underneath the swell of her breast. He slowly slipped his drenched-covered fingers from her panties while the one that paid attention to her breasts slowly moved up her chest, up her neck to stop at the nape of her neck.

He slowly bought one of the drenched fingers up to his mouth slip into his mouth to taste her. The other finger, he slowly moved up to her lips. She could smell how strong her feminine scent was while his fingers lightly brushed against the swell of her mouth right before her tongue lightly slipped out escape licking along the length of his finger to taste herself. She received a groan while his hand found the grasp of her hair clip unclipped her hair. His finger still rested against her lips while she slowly parted them open slid his finger into suck with a soft moan.

She had never really tasted herself before nor really had thought she would be sucking on one of Sebastian’s fingers that had been slipped inside of her body a few moments before. This was so freaking hot even for her while she watched his face as she continued to suck and lick his finger. Sebastian softly moaned while he finished the task at hand to unclip her hair. She watched as her hair fell around to frame her face and to settle a few inches below her shoulders. He used that same hand to lightly run his fingers through her hair while he dropped the clip off onto the side. What she was doing with her tongue just made him wish she were sucking on his tongue instead of his finger. She slowly released his finger from her mouth the moment Sebastian had a lust-filled look fill his blue eyes. Should she be scared at what he was thinking or planned to do next?

 Sebastian felt her breath catch in her chest while he started to kiss down her rib cage, down her stomach. Her fingers tightened and grasped within his hair while she softly moaned. “Seb, you’re gonna be the early death of me.” Y/N softly moaned while he softly chuckled as his mouth stopped at her navel.

 “Might as well die happy right?” Sebastian softly murmured while he placed a soft kiss on her stomach.

 “Mmm-hmm,” Y/N softly answered while she watched his hands move down her sides until they settled on the waistline of her panties. He looked up at her silently ask if it was all right for him to still go on with what he had originally planned for next. She silently nodded which she watched him begin slowly slip the panties off her and down her legs. His fingers softly caressed her legs while they made the path down her legs. His mouth remained right there at her navel his stubble continued to tickle at her skin while he snaked his tongue out softly thrust in and out of her navel. “Ooh God baby,” Y/N softly moaned she felt him smirk against her belly while the panties had reached her ankles which allowed him to quickly yank them off. Sebastian quickly flicked the discarded panties over his shoulder right before he moved his hands again to the top of her thighs.

 She sat naked in his lap as she finally realized that little factor. He sat there for a minute to admire her. His mouth still hovered above her navel. “I want to taste you, Sebastian murmured while he placed a few soft kisses on her stomach. She had no idea what to say or think while he quickly shifted to sit up lay her flat down on the bed. His hands were resting right there on top of her thighs. Sebastian slowly inched his fingers down lower on her thighs slowly part them open. He deliberately had this all planned out while he continued to kiss his path down lower on her body until he reached the junction in between her legs.

 Seriously, she was dripping wet for him already, and had been for most of the evening they both were in her bed. She shivered as she felt his warm breath against her skin her fingers only tightened and tangled deeper into his hair. She did not want him to stop he had gone way too far to just stop. Y/N silently watched while Sebastian slowly snaked out his tongue lapped at her clit while with his other arm, he reached out grabbed the long stem rose. She softly moaned her first reaction at the first time someone ever went down on her. He started to lick and lap at her clit at a slow pace while the hand that held the rose rested up the top of her breasts.

 He continued with the slow pace of his tongue while the other hand slowly moved the rose in between her breasts the softness of the rose petals felt incredibly sexy against her nipples. They harden against the touch as the petals felt as if Sebastian’s tongue were moving in between before the path turned to move down her stomach. He could tell he was driving her crazy which only made him continue to move the flower up and down her stomach while he added his nose into the mix and action of oral. “Mmm, yes,” Y/N softly moaned at the feeling of his stubble against her sensitive folds with the roughness of his tongue. Her back slightly arched up while Sebastian slipped in a few of his fingers into her once again. “Sebastian ooh my God!”

 Sebastian smirked while he continued hungrily lapping at her clit like a dog, he felt her walls start to tighten around his fingers once again. He felt he had given her enough foreplay with the use of the rose, his fingers, mouth, and tongue. This may have been round one, but he defiantly had a few follow-up rounds on his mind. He slowly sat up which left her gasping from the shock since her body neared orgasm and screamed for him to finish what his seductive, wicked touch had started. Now it was time to get down to full business he thought while he slowly slipped off the bed to stand at the side.

Y/N did not say a word while she seemed to enjoy the view then who would not if they were about to see a form of sexual heaven. Sebastian still had the rose in his hand, her favorite flower she would never look twice at the same again without thinking about the sensual, sexual act he had just performed on her. He noticed her eyes advert toward his hand with the rose which only made him smirk. The smirk never left his face while he slipped the stem of the rose in between his teeth. She only could softly laugh while she watched both of his hands now free to be able to undo the button of his jeans. She snapped a mental picture in her head while she sensually used the tip of her tongue to lick her lower lip slightly while she sat up a bit against the pillows.

She stopped licking at her lower lip long enough where her breath caught in her throat for another moment that night while Sebastian slowly unzipped his jeans. Just like she had thought, he had let his inner sexual, freakish, kinky side take charge of the night and had gone commando. She could not help but squeal while she turned her head away in embarrassment. A second later, she slowly turned her head back in Sebastian’s direction as she heard his jeans hit her bedroom floor with a soft thud. It was the “You can both look and touch the Romanian Stud” moment she had dreamed about doing so ever since she became a fan over 18 years ago.

He softly smiled at the squeal of delight reaction while he slowly slipped back into bed wrapped his arms around her waist which pressed her closer against him. She clearly could feel his hardness press against her and feel what she had caused him to feel and want. One hand found its way like before to the back of his head while the other slowly started to touch and caress up and down his spine and back before her fingers found their way up his broad shoulder blades to do the same thing. Her fingers felt so erotic as they touched and caressed at his skin. Would, being inside of her feel this good? “Do you want to be on the top or the bottom?” Sebastian softly asked right before he bent his head down to softly kiss and to softly pull and tug at her bottom lip with his teeth.

 “Mmm,” Y/N started her response while her head tilted up to return his semi, sensual, erotic type kiss by a slow slip of her tongue lightly trace his top lip. “I like you on top of me. I enjoy having your eyes look into mine,” she answered while her right leg shifted to rest and brush up against his bare hip to rest.

 She seriously had put in some serious thought about this special night and how she planned to lose her virginity, and he had to admit to himself that he felt a little damn special that she wanted to give a little piece of herself and her soul to him. Could that what made her have this very sexy allure he could not exactly explain? He just slightly nodded while he returned her kiss. “Whatever the Birthday Girl wishes. Are you ready?” Sebastian softly asked while he looked into her eyes to give her a chance to back away if she chose so.

 “Yes,” she softly replied while she watched his arm stretch out across to the table again grabbed a squared foil package. He came prepared from the looks of it, which only tugged at her heart. Sebastian had sat back up while he carefully ripped open the foil slipped out the rolled-up latex. He looked over his shoulder to catch her eye while she watched him. She tried so hard not to blush and he knew why. This really had to be the first time she ever saw the opposite naked let alone sexually aroused. She did not seem so very sexually naïve. Her reactions just made her twice as desirable. She clearly did adore him.

He slowly inched toward her so that he would not overwhelm her. He fought so hard not just to take and bang her, this time was meant to be savored for her to enjoy. He slowly lowered his weight back on top of her while he grasped her thigh rest and wrapped her leg around his hip. He slowly inched her up a bit up the pillows and looked down at her. “Hey domniţă (Princess), you probably have already figured out that I know that you are still in possession of your V-Card Status. It has been how come, I have been going slow, not to scare you. This may hurt a little. I’m sorry in advance,” Sebastian apologized while he bent down so that he could softly kiss her. She silently nodded while she watched him raise his hips while he got ready for entry.

 Y/N braced herself for the sharp pain as what was left of what could be considered her barrier was about to be broken. She stared straight into his eyes as he slowly pushed his way into her doing his best where he did not hurt her. She nearly sat up about ready to scream as his mouth came crashing down on hers. He held still which allowed her to get used and adjusted to this new foreign item that had entered her body. He continued kissing her while he slowly began moving in and out of her. Her hands had resumed their lively activity of touching him. She continued to touch him if she did not cling onto him as the tempo of his hips slightly increased.

 Sebastian had become slightly brazen while his pace had picked up. Seductively he had slipped his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues slowly started to mate and dual as any last forms of Y/N's restraint had melted away. God, she was tight, Sebastian softly groaned while he went faster and faster. He pulled himself away from their kiss while he looked down at her. Her lips appeared swollen from the steamy kiss, her eyes close to misty blue. She was so close.

 She softly whimpered as she felt his hand slip in between them to pay some very intimate attention to her clit while his mouth began an attack at the side of her neck to kiss, nip, and bite. “Sebastian,” Y/N whimpered while her hips nearly bucked off the mattress. So close, so damn close. Her nails quickly reacted and responded by digging into his shoulder blades to the point of drawing blood. Sebastian grunted in response the speed of his on her hand increased the same time his hips had. They both were not going to last much longer.

 Her vaginal walls quickly started to close around him as the reaction to his hand and thrusts triggered her orgasm. “I oh God!” Y/N shouted as the feeling of complete sexual bliss washed over her body. She shuttered while she clung to Sebastian. He continued to piston himself in and out of her before, her walls had snapped close around him.

“Oh Y/N, la naiba (oh fuck)!” Sebastian grunted while he grasped her by the hips rode out the intense feeling. He grunted again right before he exploded inside of the condom while he collapsed on top of her. Sebastian felt as if his lungs were about to explode while he gasped for air. His head had landed on Y/N’s chest which heaved up and down in protest from the lack of oxygen. He looked up at her when he felt her fingers lightly run through his hair. He slowly sat up still breathless while he leaned forward to kiss her.

 “Thank you,” Y/N softly said which took him by surprise.

 “Thank you for what?” Sebastian asked her a bit confused.

 “For tonight, it was one of the best birthday gifts I ever had,” Y/N answered receiving a smile from him.

“You’re welcome. Can I tell you something?” Sebastian asked while he moved up to her ear. “You don’t look 30 fucking 9,” he softly said with a soft chuckle.

 Y/N gasped while she sat up to lightly push him away. “How- how the hell did you know?”

 “Simple, I asked Emily, plus your friends told me your age when they told me about your fantasy that involved me,” he answered back now with a smirk.

 “Oh, you!” She grabbed one of her nearby pillows and whacked him with a soft laugh as she thought she owed a few people a large thank you tomorrow morning.

#Sebastian Stan Smut #sebastian stan imagine #Birthday Sex #39 Year Old Virgin #Sexy Times #Aries #April 14 #Birthday Girl

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#she is a 39 year old virgin #smh she must have never met anyone like me #I fucked two virgins #in one day

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SUBJECT OF PERVERSION // DR>CRANE X READER

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane x Reader / Dr.Crane!Teacher x Student / Teacher x Student

Summary | Private, all girls boarding school is hell. A hormone fest mixed with underage activity and substances is the equation for disaster. To make matters worse, the new psychology teacher Dr.Crane is the topic for all girls perversions. His fixations have landed on none other than the exceeding grade, misbehaved, foul mouth student who hides herself in the corner of his classroom. With Y/N’s boarding room being on the first floor, it was an open invitation for his stalking, wanting to figure out each and every behavioural pattern she inhabited. With an attachment to the liquid courage, nights turned into days in which alcohol was drank. How Dr.Crane reacts to her intoxicated behaviour and mischief in his classroom leads to nothing but confessions of lust and actions of taboo.

Warnings | Disgusting mouth watering smut, age!gap (17/18 fem!reader x 39 Dr.Crane. I’m a dog for older men and I always have been, pls don’t read if a massive age gap freaks you or you find it offensive), stalker/pervy Dr.Crane, alcohol + cigs consumption. Just dirty filthy smut tbh. COMPLETELY fictional, maybe out of character? Just sexy Cillian in glasses & suit = authoritative figure. Power dynamic, dominant, forceful? Dr.Crane. Loss of virginity. Corrupting innocence, public-ish / risky £ex.

Notes | First published writing! I love relationship dynamics which are downright gross. A teacher x student and/or older man with a younger girl (myself) is more than a guilty pleasure. Situations that should most definitely not be taking place romantically or sexually is my most specialised writing topic. No one but me and my English teacher have read shit I’ve written, big scary for me but its anon so easier. Not expecting attention from this post or any of my writing tbh, just rotting away in my bed from depression and feel like this is the best I can do to start just doing something again. Judgement all welcome if any critic is felt, the more you hate the more it turns me on! (My father was NOT present.) I wanted to write something wrong, perverted, sexual and unseen in society. I love love love reading gross smut / fics so also if any suggestions come to mind with anything disturbing you’ve read, pleeeeassseee pass it along. Please enjoy!or don’t, I don’t really care. Mwah.

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“Who do you think the new teacher will be?” Rachel asks applying her sticky lipgloss through her heart shaped pocket mirror, smacking her lips together before snapping the mirror shut.

“Can’t be certain. Only freaks live in Gotham, they couldn’t of hired anyone good.” Y/N answers, curling the bottom of her plaid skirt between her fingers.

“It’s the fresh meat that counts. Maybe it’s a male” Rachel giggles biting her French tips.

“Like that would make a difference. Have you seen who lives in this city?” Eyebrows raised and bottom lip bitten, smirk growing. “I couldn’t be one to judge though, I’d even go as low as the joker. He’s kinda cute.” Y/N admits, causing Rachel and herself to burst into a laughing fit.

“I think the only freak here is you… I can’t blame you though, being locked up in our dorms in this fucking school is enough to drive any girl to a scar-faced psycho.” Rachel sighs in agreement.

“Shall we go? See who the new bore will be?”

Rachel stands up and reaches for Y/N’s hand, Y/N reaching out and standing with her. Linking arms, they make their way giggling and whispering all the way through the darkened halls to their psychology class, commentating on every other person passing them in the halls. With Y/N’s white shirt two sizes too big, a loose black tie that hung just below the third unbuttoned clasp and a skirt crinkled and fit to the size of a 12 year old, she was the face of trouble. Besides sneaking mass bulks of cigarettes in her luggage back to the dorms after each holiday at her parents house and breaking out to buy small bottles of vodka to entertain herself and Rachel each weekend, she was shockingly the brightest student in the final year of boarding school. The face of mischief, the mind of intelligence and the personality of a wild child, she was quite the topic of interest for her teachers. Constantly in the principles office or being called on, the only thing keeping her from getting expelled is her exceptional grades. Practically growing up in Gothams Boarding School, the faculty has become her family knowing her longer and more personally than her parents ever have. Truth was her family are loaded, spoilt and detached, not wanting to deal with Y/N’s antics as she hit her teen years, sending her away from Brooklyn to Gotham to show her truly how scary the ‘real’ world is. It’s completely backfired though, it’s given her the opportunity to truly explore how far she can break the boundaries, seeing just how much trouble she can get away with without taking it too far. Y/N has taken it too far, too many times. Drinking before school starts as Rachel and her blast music through the stereo as they untwist their hair from the overnight braids they left in, stuffing cigarettes in their push up bras to smoke in the staircase in between classes. Nobody has seemingly caught the pair yet, encouraging them to consume more and push the boundaries even further. They blame it up to boredom, lack of society and more importantly lack of testosterone.

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Rachel guides the way to the doors of the classroom, peaking her head around the door that’s open ajar wanting to see who the new psychology teacher may be. A deep gasp escapes her lips as she snaps her head back to Y/N, jaw dropped and the sides of her lips in a slight upward curve.

“Y/N! It is a male… and he’s hot!” Another giggle leaving her lips as she practically screams her whispers.

“Shhhh, get out the way- let me see”

Low and behold, there he stood, a man with a razor sharp jawline and piercing blue eyes. Even from this distance, Y/N could see how cold they were. Opening the door slightly more to get a better look, the teacher is sat on the edge of his desk facing the classroom. He slowly directs his attention to the girl peaking her head in the classroom.

“Shit!” Y/N pulls back. “He saw me!” Shaking her hands frantically in embarrassment and guilt.

The two girls share a moment staring into each others eyes before beginning to squeal, excitedly jumping up and down.

Within seconds, their interaction is interrupted as the door swings open and the slim frame is standing in the doorway, glaring down at the pair of teenagers in annoyance through the glasses sat on his nose. Clearing his throat to get their attention, Y/N and Rachel stop in an instant and their eyes widen as their gaze lands on his face.

“If you are students in my class, I suggest you immediately take a seat inside. If not, I ask you kindly to keep walking and not disrupt those who actually are”. The sternness in his voice is close to threatening, almost daring you to say the wrong thing.

“Sorry sir” Y/N and Rachel say in unison, ducking there heads down and shuffling themselves inside. As Y/N passed him in the doorway, the scent of a deep cologne hit her nose. A scent she’s never smelt so up close before, masculine. Of course, being stuck in an all-girls boarding school it isn’t everyday she could smell the scent of a full grown man so close, so real. This sends shockwaves through her body, literally feeling the chemicals burst in her brain from the hormones being released from being so close to the opposite sex. Moving swiftly and as quietly as possible, Y/N finds a seat in the corner of the class, Rachel sitting eagerly placing herself next to her.

“Uh-Uh” The man at the front of the class says. “I don’t think so girls.” Shaking his index finger, he pauses and points directly at Y/N.

“You.” His finger drops to the very seat sat directly in front of his desk, in fact, the only empty seat left. “Front of the class, now please.” His eyes strictly stay on Y/N’s, waiting for her to move herself to her new seat. Disappointment seeped into his words, causing a wave of shame to run over her.

A heat prickled up Y/N’s neck and found itself onto her cheeks. It wasn’t the fact that a teacher had spoken to her in a slight tone in front of the class, oh god no. Much worse has happened by much scarier teachers. It was because it was a man. Who smelt nice. Who had cheekbones that could slice marble and eyes that pierced your soul. As she dragged herself off the desk, taking his words seriously, her feet barely leaving the ground and she walked to the front of the class. Luckily, no other students seemingly cared for the exchange, too busy chatting amongst themselves to notice Y/N getting a speaking to yet again. His eyes grazed over her legs as she walked up to the seat, taking in the exposed skin and landing ever so slightly on the buttons undone on her chest. His eyes seemingly bored but his mouth twirling into a half smirk. Almost as if he had laser beams coming out his iris’s, the heat spread like wildfire down her body to her core, the contact of his eyes felt as if he was eating her alive. Slumping into the desk and covering herself with her backpack, she gripped the cotton attempting to squeeze some of her embarrassment out. His eyes were glued to her the whole time as he slowly slid his hands in his pockets and took strides over to her desk.

“and your name is?” His hands slid back out and placed them both at either ends of the desk, bending over in an attempt to intimidate her into feeling small. Of course, a psychological trick to assert his dominance with his body language. Easily fooled and susceptible to being manipulated by an older, educated man, Y/N’s face grew redder and redder with fear. Or was it arousal? The heat growing between her thighs as he stared down degradingly made it clear which it was. The physiological reaction to being so close to him took her aback, made her feel like a prude, wrong in her own skin. Obviously, Y/N had been around grown men before but they didn’t have those blue eyes that stared at her bare skin below her skirt, lingering on her chest with a smirk on their face.

Staring up with her eyes wide, crossing her legs over and attempting to squeeze the foreign feeling away, her small voice coating in the dryness of her mouth and ears filled with the beating of her heart.

“Y/N, sir” His facial expression dropped to a chuckle. “Hmm” A small hum fell from his lips and he stands back up and walks to the front. A sense of relief trickled down her chest and she felt like she could breath again.

“Quiet please” The class slowly calmed and turned their attention to the front.

“Right… my name is Dr.Crane. I am your new psychology teacher.” Dr.Crane pauses, his eyes scanning the room. He ensures to land on Y/N’s eyes for a brief moment before taking a deep breath and continuing turning his eyes onto the remaining students in the room. “I am a highly respected psychologist at Arkham Asylum and I accept no less of treatment from you. I am here to make you pass your finals at the end of the year and if you do not, that is not my issue. I have no faults in my teaching nor in my knowledge. I take this subject extremely seriously and do not care for your lame excuses. I know how badly behaved some of you are..” His eyes land yet again on Y/N, almost as if he was speaking directly to her. “… and I know that some of you are the exact reason a new teacher had to be hired. Your behaviour pushed the last one away.” A superficial grin plastered his face. “I will not stand for it and will immediately fail you, no questions asked. Got it?”

Y/N chuckled under her breath, amused by his narcissism. Immediately regretting her choice of reaction her eyes darted to the floor, feeling the burn of how intensely he was looking at her. Sheepishly, her eyes lifted off the ground and not to her surprise a look of annoyance and down right offence had covered his face.

“Let’s begin”.

The class passes smoothly with Y/N not bringing anymore unnecessary attention to herself, feeling embarrassed that he so clearly created a strong dislike for her from the first time he laid eyes on her. Quietly copying the notes from the paused screen, she couldn’t help but have her eyes occasionally glance over at Dr.Crane, her heart quickening as she realised he too was looking at her. As the lesson wraps up and students eagerly pack their bags to run out the door, she was interrupted by the stern voice saying “Y/N, please just stay for a minute will you”. He didn’t even look up, not even saying it as a question. The words fell so quickly from his lips it’s almost like saying her name or anything to her at all was a waste of breath. “Yes, Dr.Crane”.

The class emptied and he signalled for her to come closer with two fingers, leaning back into his chair and man-spreading in a way she could peer over the desk to see. That’s exactly what she did, even going as far as to lift her chin ever so slightly to get a better look. The only thing that snapped her away from her day dream was when Dr.Crane cleared his throat, Staring at her through raised eyebrows and an amused smile.

“Y/N. No more repeats of today in any other of my lessons, do you understand? I need you to behave for me. I’ve seen your grades but the other teachers have warned me of your attitude. I will fail you if you do not do the things I need you to.” I need you to behave for me. She felt herself squeeze the empty space between her thighs as the result of his words. Personally, she didn’t think she even behaved even slightly out of sorts at all, it seemed like he was just picking on her. To be honest, she’d prefer his negative attention over no attention from him at all.

“Will do sir.” Considering this was the closest she’d ever gotten to a man in her whole 17 years of being alive and he was considerably attractive, it didn’t take long for her touch-starved, horned up teenage mind to take control of this. In the silence she pictured him bending her over the desk, her ass bright red and burning with his fingerprints. She imagined her underwear and skirt pooled around her ankles as he pounded into her unforgivingly, tearing her apart from the inside and abusing her pussy to his liking. The thought alone could’ve made her whimper. The air turned tense and thick with the silence as her imagination filled the space between them, almost as if he was listening to her every thought as he stared into her eyes waiting for her next move.

“And one more thing. I’ll have to issue you a dress code violation” A fake half-smile plastered his face, slowly turning into a fake half-frown in an almost mockingly like manner.

“What? Why?” Confusion took over Y/N’s face.

“Your skirt is incredibly…” his eyes leave hers and shamelessly stare at her legs, even slightly lowering his head for a second to peek lower “…short”. His face scrunched up in cringe.

“Oh… no other teacher has mentioned it. Maybe you just shouldn’t look then” Y/N shrugged both shoulders, grinning innocently at him.

Her sudden attitude took him aback. “Young lady. Don’t speak to me like that. I expect it to be at least ironed by next class.” His voice liquid smooth and low, almost entertaining her attempt of arguing back. “If its not, I will have to deal with it myself. Do you understand?”

Please do.

“I understand sir.” Y/N was obviously not going to change anything about her appearance for him. The fact that he even suggested something about her skirt made her insides buzz.

“Now go.” He shooed her away. I don’t want you be late for your next class.” Dr.Crane stood up and walked her towards the door, his hand guiding her on the dip in her back. Though he touched her through her skirt, the skin in which he made contact with was on fire, vibrating around the dents in his finger tips. Before Y/N could walk both feet out, a firm grip caught her just above the elbow causing her to snap back at him. His eyes strict and focused on hers.

“Behave.”

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“How was your quickie with Dr.Crane?” Rachel teased at lunch, grabbing her breasts as she moaned his name.

“I wish. My insides were on fire. I was dripping with every word he spoke.” Y/N played along, nudging her.

“Oh I bet. He’s incredibly sexy. No doubt the whole school will be dropping their panties for him. Practically legs spread on his desk begging for it.” Rachel winked over at her.

“I’ll be the first too. Do you think he’s staying on campus?” Y/N was suddenly filled with questions. The thought that he too may be living on campus was exciting, for her fantasies and drunk escapades with Rachel will be that much more interesting. She imagined herself ‘accidentally’ stumbling into his dorm after one too many, knocking on his door as he’d open it and take advantage of her. Her clit pulsed as her mind played with the idea that he would even want her sexually, it was exhilarating.

“We’ll find out. We should sneak out our dorms tonight and see if we can find him to, you know, stalk for educational purposes?”

“Good idea Rach, come to mine for a few drinks first? Liquid courage?” Y/N suggested.

“You know me too well” Rachel gleamed and brought Y/N into a hug.

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5pm read on the clock in Y/N’s dorm. The room was filled with the bass of guitars from The Beatles blasting through the stereo. A half empty bottle of vodka sat cap-less on her cupboard that had all sorts of lace bras and panties spilling out each of the drawers. Empty cans of Coke Zero covered the floor, some who had fallen and some still stood upright.

“It’s already 5 Rach, we should get to his class to see if he’s still there” Y/N excitedly jumped up from the bed, placing her empty glass next to the bottle.

“Just give me a second” Rachel downed the last third left in her hand and pinched her nose and eyes at the taste of alcohol. Walking up to the dresser, she grabs a bottle of her Victoria secret perfume and gave herself and Y/N a few sprits. “We probably stink of it. Better safe than sorry”

The pair open the door slightly as move through the crack, wiggling their way of the room. Practically tip toeing, they leave the hall of their dorm undetected and onto the school field on route to their psychology class. Although 5pm isn’t late, the wardens are strict on after school hours and students being allowed out especially on school nights.

Finally arriving at the science building, the girls hide two doors down peaking their head around the corner.

“You go!” Rachel whispered.

“Why me? What happens if he sees me?” Y/N practically shouting back.

“This was your idea… also I’m nervous.” Rachel giggles. “Also, he’s spoken to you more. If he sees you he might not be as mad”

“I highly doubt that. I don’t think he likes me too much I-“ Their conversation interrupted by a door swinging open. To be more exact, the door two doors down swinging open.

Y/N’s heart drops and both girls eyes go wide.

“Who’s there?” Dr. Crane’s voice fills the empty hall. “I can hear you, you know. You shouldn’t be out of dorms at this time until dinner is prepared. Show yourself to me”

Rachel pushes Y/N out from their hiding space, signalling her to go. ‘This is your chance’ Rachel mouthed.

Dr. Crane sighs as he snaps his head at Y/N’s sudden appearance. “Hi Sir”

“And how can I help you this time?” Dr. Crane seems almost relieved to see her? Y/N wasn’t great at picking up hints, especially from a male but his voice wasn’t filled with disappointment as it was earlier in the day.

“Um… I’m sorry to disturb you I- maybe I- left something in the classroom?” Y/N wasn’t even sure what she was saying, her heart pounding thickly in her chest and causing a warm heat to burst on the skin covering her. She felt like she was going red, which in turn made her go even redder.

“Ah, I see. Well… come in” He swiftly turns around, not even bothering to hold the door for her. By the time she reaches the door, it’s slammed shut in her face.

‘Fuck’ she mouths to Rachel, who returns the favour by shooting her a double thumbs up.

As Y/N enters the classroom, Dr. Crane is already sat comfortably on his desk with his head in paperwork. She moves slowly and carefully attempting to not make any sound as the air is pressing down on her lungs making her feel unwelcome to be in his presence.

Without breaking his eyes off the paper laying on his desk he voices “You’re nervous.”

She stops in her tracks and to look up at him without raising her head, her eyes trailing up from the desk to meet his. “No I’m not.” A fake confidence overtakes her words, eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Are you insulting my intelligence, Y/N?” His chin raising to look at her through his squinting eyes. “You’re a smart girl. You know you didn’t leave anything in my classroom.”

“I am not, Dr. Crane. I’m just here to see if I’ve left my notebook at my desk.” She gives the desk a quick scan from a distance feeling the pulse resuscitate between her legs from earlier, a dull ache filling her panties. She only just met the man, it’s as if he had a chemical attached to him that made her react so physiologically to him. How degrading he was, how blunt and intelligent yet insulting he could be.

“Hm, interesting. Considering you had your class with me after snack and it is now, what? 5:30 in the evening? You’ve only just come back now to find something you left here, in my classroom, 6 hours later? If I didn’t know any better I’d think you just came back here to see me.” His words filled with pride and a sense of accomplishment he presses down on Y/N. Enjoying to watch how flustered she becomes and the darkening red that spreads across her perked chest and soft cheeks. The sight of her now standing with her loose tie exposing her neck and white knee socks, noting how the left side is slightly more pulled up than the right, anxiously holding one of her arms in her hand rubbing to relieve some of her tension was enough for his pants to tighten around his crotch. Though he’d only just met her, he knew this would be a fun year for him. How long until the girl breaks for his cock? How long until she can’t stand the pulsating he can almost see up her skirt and makes a filthy, inappropriate move on her psychology teacher. The thought of sexually tormenting her by saying the right things and just enough skin contact to make her melt appealed to him. It got him stiff through both his underwear and suit pants to the point if he stood up now, she’d be able to see his print so perfectly. He wanted to test just how much pressure he could place her under, just to see her squirm under his dominance.

“I think you’re wrong Dr. Crane… I did lose my notebook, clearly not here” Y/N felt intrigued by his ability to read through her, how his intelligence answered him for her. She uses her attitude in a defence to try and bring authority to herself.

“My mistake… Y/N. Please forgive me for assuming such a thing.” A grin covered his face and she knew he was mocking her, almost making fun of how pathetic her excuse was to just end up in his classroom. “If I may, I will walk you back to your dorm. If I see you out of your room one more time this week I will be bringing it up to the higher up, understand?” Y/N quickly, almost too eagerly, shook her head in affirmative. “Good girl”.

The nickname ran fire through her blood, tears forming on her thighs as the praise made her feel somewhat proud, like she’d done something correct and it was her reward.

Walking towards the door this time he holds it open for her, smirking at her and giving her a look up and down on her behind as she walked in front of him. Little did she know her game had been reversed, Dr. Crane using this as a perfect opportunity to find out where his student lived. He would find out anyway, already planning on viewing it on the school system to know which room and block she stayed so that he could make accidental walk-in’s to her on weekends and after-schools.

“You are… 17?” He finally breaks the minute long silence between them.

“Yes sir, 18 in 3 weeks.” She gleams her pearly whites at him in proudness of her age.

“How exciting. Anything planned? I mean- for all you can do in a boarding school.” She notices how he’s inanimate when he speaks, almost emotionless and stone cold. It sounds like he doesn’t care but the question itself is curious.

“Obviously not” She puffs out. This was a complete lie of course, she already pre-bought the alcohol her and Rachel were to be consuming that night in her room after hours.

“I don’t believe that, Y/N. I feel you do things that the adults can’t see.” His eyes are menacing and threatening towards her but in a way, Y/N finds it seductive.

“Of course not sir, you can ask everyone- I’m exceptionally behaved.” Her sarcasm fell off her lips, playfully teasing herself as she’s well known for her bad behaviour. Dr. Crane felt the bulge growing in his pants, screaming to be stroked. He peered down and snickered at the tent pointing up at him. Sir. It drove him wild. He imagined her pretty, lying mouth around him, gagging on the base of his cock as she tearfully looked up helplessly at him. Her mascara smudged all on her eyelids and her waterline, whimpering as moans couldn’t fit out of her mouth. This did him no favours of course, only pulling on his erection and making his chest breath heavily in desire.

They finally arrive at Y/N’s dorm and he almost wanted her to see the hardness that he had become by her presence alone. Perfect, he thought. She lives on the first floor. Taking note of the window placed so perfectly around a family of bushes. She stood in her door way and turned to say thank you. Dr. Crane stood there with his bottom lip between his tongue and glancing at his crotch. Y/N too glanced down, breathless from the bulge poking out at her. Her eyes lingered for a second taking the size of him in as her mouth fell open ajar and her lips bitten in her teeth. The pulse in her panties began beating rapidly, both of their parts begging to be touched by the other. She wanted nothing more but to grab him by the collar and have him throw her onto the bed. Hungrily grabbing her clothes off and leaving the deepest of purple bruises along her tits. She had never felt the touch of a man before but in this instant she only had the image of him rolling his hips so deeply into her she could feel in him the core of her stomach. The alcohol of course didn’t help, sending her mind into a frenzy with false confidence.

“Dr. Crane.” She nodded and slowly started to close the door.

“See you tomorrow, Y/N.” Dr. Crane held her eyes in his as she wooden frame came between them. The second he was out of sight, he moved swiftly out of the dorm and out to the side of the building, perfectly ducked down behind the bush right outside her room. His eyes glued onto her window, watching her every move not knowing she was being watched by him. He prayed her curtains remained open as he had a gut feeling as to what was about to happen.

As soon as the door was closed Y/N reached for the tie on her neck, throwing it onto the bed carelessly. The smell of alcohol passing her nose as she threw it. Her small fingers couldn’t unbutton her shirt fast enough for her liking and she growled in annoyance, practically tearing the shirt of by the end. Hooking her fingers underneath the thong under her skirt she ripped it away from her heat, hissing at the cold air hitting her exposed swollen pussy. Throwing herself onto the bed, she snatches the tie and shoves it in her mouth, gagging herself from making noise as the walls were paper thin.

Mouth agape to what is occurring in front of him, Dr. Crane palms his cock through his pants, groaning at the sudden pressure on top of his erection. He hungrily rubbed faster, frustration began to pent up in his lower core as he knew his hand doesn’t feel nearly as good as hers.

Y/N reaches down and in small but increasingly fast motions draws circles on her clit to release the built up tension in her core. Arching her back and twirling her neck in pleasure, Dr. Crane fastens his pace on his own, in shock of how pretty she looked moaning for him. The tip of his cock pulsing beneath the fabric, begging to be rubbed.

“That’s it, my pretty girl.” His hands swiftly unbuttoning his trousers and his dick springing out onto his hand. Blood had filled him completely, not caring of his surroundings or how he may be caught. He begins to pump furiously at himself, attempting to match her pace through the window. “Finger yours-“ His groan interrupts him. “You can take it.” Dr. Crane imagines how she would sound beneath him, how tight she’d squeeze around his throbbing cock milking him for all he has.

As if she could hear him, her middle finger slowly pushes past her entrance. Y/N winces at the sudden contact and a tear forms in the corner of her squeezed shut eye. Her head snapping towards the window. Without flinching or a fear of her seeing, Dr. Crane stroked faster and shorter to release the knot forming within him, his balls tightening up and paining him to cum on himself.

“Oh fuck… cum for me baby.” His head falls back but instantly snaps up, not wanting to miss a second of the show in front of him. “I bet you’d feel so tight around me.” Everything around the teacher had vanished, all that was real was the teenager rubbing herself in front of his eyes and his pulsating hardness in his hand. Pre-cum began to spill painfully slow down his shaft as he continued to pump without mercy.

As the circles become messier with each rub Y/N was turning and her fingers slowing down with each pump, her moans were muffled by the tie that was soaking in a mixture of her saliva and spilled vodka. Bucking her hips up as the knot in her stomach came to a climax, undoing herself on her bed in front of her teacher without her knowing. Screaming in a mixture of pain and intensity, Y/N saw stars as her legs shook out her high.

Dr. Crane stood outside with his knees falling weak, becoming sloppier with each stroke at the sight of his student cumming in front of him. A low groan escapes from his lips as he chases his high, wishing he could cum inside her and fill her for the rest of the night. He wanted to empty himself into her hole and pull her apart to see the ruin he created of her.

“You cum so easily I- fuck.” He takes a sharp inhale of breath. “You feel so good baby- touch yourself again”

Y/N turns to her side in an attempt to regain her composure of the intense release she had brought onto herself, exposing the bottom of her asscheeks and the puddle her pussy had squirted on her blue bedsheets. “Please.” He silently cries in frustration knowing she had finished pleasuring herself.

“So wet for me” Dr. Crane was in agony, tears brimming on his waterline as ecstasy took over. He knew she had finished, all that could bring him to his finish was squeezing his eyes shit and imagining his palm was hers.

The sight of the mess she made alone was enough to send Dr. Crane off the edge, his chest puffing out quick and heavy breaths before a deep animalistic groan conjured from his lips. He stared down at his angry, red cock that shot ropes of his cum onto the bushes in front of him. He jolts at his orgasm and imagines filling her up, shoving himself deeper with each thrust as he empties himself into her.

Slowing down his rhythm and whimpering in pain as he wishes how badly it was her soft hands wrapped around him instead. His hips twitch uncontrollably at his climax and shamelessly places his softening cock back in his pants. His right hand covered in filth, he wipes it quickly on a leaf in front of him and walks off to his dorm. A smirk covered his face for the remainder of the evening, each thought he had of her touching herself sending him back to his perverted pleasure.

—

The next day, Y/N sat down in front of the class as normal after walking into the room with her arm linked with Rachels. Dr. Crane sat at his desk as his eyes followed her into the room and a grin plastered his face. The sight of her at her desk with her legs slightly spread exposing her white cotton panties with her skirt still incredibly short and crumpled sent anger down his spine as she hadn’t listened to his warning the day before, mixed with a twitch in his cock at the sight of her bare legs.

The class commenced as they shared occasional small glances, Dr. Crane taking every chance of silence he got in the class to scan her frame as she anxiously bounced her leg feeling the pressure of his presence around her. He didn’t trust himself around her after last nights occurrence so he avoided her like the plague, planning his next visit to her window that night.

The class had finished without any interaction of words between the pair, Y/N feeling defeated as she thought he could maybe, possibly, just want to speak to her after class again. With a huff of defeat, she left the room and continued her day as normal.

Little did Y/N know, for the next three weeks Dr. Crane had been making his nightly visits to her window, peeping in with his notebook in his hand writing her every mannerism, habit and character down as if she was his study subject. He noted how she mostly wore white when out of uniform. How she’d rarely, if ever, wear no bra under her thin shirts that delicately covered her erect nipples. She liked to dance half naked and preferred to keep her pussy covered when she touched herself. Her undergarments had ribbons or frills and the occasional lace bra would be completely see through. Her room was a mess, taking note of the dirty laundry that carpeted the floor or the empty food wrappers that laid around the elevated surfaces and even the unmade bed that she left every morning before class. She didn’t have much friends, nor did she do much homework. Occasionally Rachel would join her in her room where they’d be giggling and gossiping to ungodly hours of the morning. Annoyingly, the fact he didn’t do her homework got under his skin. She was incredibly smart naturally too and he felt it was as if it were a threat to himself. He also noted most importantly her downfalls, viewing them as a window of opportunity to attack again.

Alcoholism.

He watched three out of five days at least four drinks would lubricate her throat. If he was lucky, he’d catch her and Rachel twirling tongues in an attempt to release the hormonal pressure that came with going to an all girls school. He would begin to rub at his clothed dick as Y/N straddled Rachels lap in a drunken state, placing her soft lips on hers and delicately flicking her tongue across Rachels lips. The girls would break away and smile at each other as a hint that their actions were purely friendly and for experience, Dr. Crane hungrily fisting himself to his climax as he finishes on the same plant that had been covered everyday for weeks now. Her 18th birthday had been approaching fast and he had enough notes of his subject of desire to corner her in his classroom, when they were to be alone he could pounce like predator to prey, having his way with her like he knew she so desperately desired.

—

Finally, the day had come. The classroom fills with students and voices who slowly take their seat in Dr. Cranes psychology lesson. Unknowingly to those around her, Y/N and Rachel had been drinking since 6am. The excuse this time was that it was Y/N’s birthday, using the date as a justification to their intoxication. She was drunk… and she stank of it. Her difference of behaviour, slurring of speech and slowed sloppy laughs, the little trip she did as she walked into the door immediately told Dr. Crane what state she was in.

Perfect, drunk and helpless.

The class had commenced as she stared glassy eyed up at the teacher who much more now than ever made her feel a burning sensation run through her veins. Todays topic; fear and arousal. The liquid had sent her mind into a frenzy which craved, begged, to be violated by her psychology teacher. The words he spoke of the topic was music to her ears, drunk on his descriptions of how these chemicals affected the human body. She was vibrating at all nerve ends with a desire only he could satisfy. Tearing a corner of her notebook off, she messily scribbled the words ‘I can’t take it. The things I’d do to get him to bend me over the desk and break me into two’. Turning around obviously, the note was darted across the room to Rachel. As her eyes scanned what Y/N had written to her, Rachel looks up and smirks in agreement.

‘Make your move, I’m sure his balls are filled living in these headquarters’.

Y/N giggled at her best friends response, clit aching as she imagined how incredibly horny he felt living alone with a bunch of hungry, angry teenage girls.

‘All I’ve learnt from this lesson is that if fear is similar to arousal, I must be terrified.’

Before Y/N got the opportunity to continue the written conversation and throw back her response, Dr. Crane had caught her in the act.

“Y/N, what do you think you’re doing?” walking over to her desk he snatches the crumpled paper out of her hand. The slight graze his fingers passed along to hers made her whimper at the sudden contact, desperate for him to touch her more.

“Um… I-I’m sorry sir.” Y/N neck snapping back to Rachel who looked guilty as murder.

“Passing notes? Seriously? Are you ten years old?” He practically spat the words out in venom. “Don’t even bother going to your next lesson, you’re staying here and making up for the lesson you’ve lost with your childish behaviour.” Perfect, perfect, perfect.

The end of the class couldn’t come sooner, anticipation fuelling the tent in his pants to become gruelling. Only just as he sat down did he unfold the paper and have his eyes scan the words she wrote. Such a whore for me. To her dismay, she watched as he read the paper and with little to no reaction in his face, folded it back up and sighed as he darted her a stare. A heat ran up her neck and face and prickled at the sensation of her cold hands attempting to hide her embarrassment. So easy, so desperate.

As the room now emptied it was only Dr. Crane standing confidently with his arms crossed staring down at his A grade student.

“Are you that desperate that you would want me to fuck you in front of your classmates” The words practically oozed out his mouth, dripping right onto her as she laid there in the filth. The bluntness threw her off guard, her eyebrows knitted tightly together in guilt.

The alcohol had taken over her consciousness, gifting her a newfound pride in her attempt to lure him. “Yes, Dr. Crane… I would do anything.” Puppy eyes staring up at his piercing ones.

“Anything hm?” He took strides towards the left side of her, his hand grabbing her cheeks and forcefully attaching her eyes to his. “You know, I’ve been watching you Y/N. Such a silly thing to show your teacher which dorm you live in.” Y/N’s eyes widened at the confession, wanting to hear more. Her face so close to his crotch she could basically smell him, feeling the pulsations in the pants on her face.

“You-you have?” Her voice a small whisper.

“Oh yes. Your behaviour is quite horrible don’t you think.” His grasp on her face tightens as he speaks through his teeth.

“Did you like what you saw?” Silence.

A chuckle had exited his lips involuntarily, remembering how each night since they first met he had been ejaculating over the bushes that surrounded her room.

“Do you know how badly I want those pretty lips of yours to be wrapped around my cock instead of the vodka bottles you drink nightly?” He loosened his grip and pulled her chair out, now she sat directly underneath him.

“I can’t help it sir, I love the feeling it gives me.” Trying to remain innocent as if her pussy hadn’t starting to salivate against his words.

“Oh yeah? I can show you something better.” He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her by the scalp as she winced in pain and threw her agaisnt his now emptied desk.

“Such a whore for me. Have you been wanting this Y/N?” He threateningly stood over her and pressed his pulsating erection against her stomach, lifting her up by her neck and pushing her up to sit on his desk. As she readjusted herself on his desk, he forcefully spread her knees with his elbows and dipped his fingers down onto her cotton covered clit in agonisingly slow circles, earning a gasp from her lips.

“So badly Dr.Crane-“ Her wince interrupting her as she spoke. “Please… touch me harder”

His fingers circled around her clothed clit as he stared down in disgust at her reaction to his touch.

“So desperate, so sensitive, so wet” He snapped his fingers back from the dampened circle on her panties and she jolted at the sudden lack of pressure, moaning eagerly to have his touch back on her. Dr. Crane lowered himself onto his knees and moved her panties to the side. “Don’t be so impatient, you look pathetic” Y/N moved the side of her head onto her shoulder, wanting to hide from her embarrassment from how badly she wanted him.

“Have you ever been touched by a man before Y/N?” His breath hitching as he exposed her, so close to her that the hot air leaving his mouth caressed her slit. “So beautiful. So pure.”

“Never… only myself” The nerves of what was unfolding started to knot in her stomach, causing her to squirm uncomfortably, bucking her hips as a sign of encouragement to touch her again.

“As I’ve seen-“ His thumb beginning to circle her now exposed slit, slowly adding his index finger into her entrance with little to no resistance from the arousal fluid that coated her. A small moan fell from her mouth as she felt her walls stretch from the foreign feeling. “So sensitive” He whispered in almost disbelief. His eyes stuck on her every reaction to his touch as he was in awe of how weak she had become under his him. Pumping harder and faster as she stretched to one finger, curling his knuckles to violently tap the rough spot inside her. He swiftly added a second finger and she bucked her hips in shock of the size increase, not use to even the size of her own fingers Nevermind a grown man’s. A hiss fell from her lips as she snapped from her daze and their eyes met.

“You can take it.” He said encouragingly “How will you be able to take my cock inside of you if you can’t even fit my fingers?” A knot already started forming at the bottom of her stomach as it got harder and harder for her to breath in normal. His lips naturally found their way to her slit as he removed his thumb and replaced it with his tongue. He hungrily ate at her as if it was the last pussy he’d ever touch, his tongue flat and licking her from top to bottom. As his fingers picked up the pace his tongue became sharper and darted in circles around her clit, sucking at her and filling the room with wet slapping and suction noise. Y/N felt dirty, her inner thighs now covered in what she could only guess was her arousal and his spit.

“Oh yes Dr. Crane. Please- I- I’m so close” The knot became tighter and tighter in her stomach as he felt her walls clenching around him. Her head swung back in pleasure as she started hearing white noise and seeing stars. Her legs began to tremble around his face and the walls echoed her cries. As soon as the knot began to unravel he removed his lips and fingers. The cold air hit her exposed pussy and a cry fell from her lips at the sudden loss of contact and rejection from cumming.

“Please Dr. Crane, I’m begging you- let me cum” A tear had formed in the corner of her eye from her denial of climax, her chest heavy breathing in an attempt to regulate her beating heart, head snapping to his so he could see the mess she’d fallen into.

“Calm down Y/N. I want to see those pretty tits of yours.” He could barely even contain himself, he ripped at her shirt popping buttons as his aggression had taken control. Within an instant his fingers had found the clasp of her bra, holding his body close to hers as he glared down at her. Taking in the sight below him for a second before unclasping the bra that attached to her body. The cold air hit her nipples and she stared at his reaction to her, now half naked and wanting his approval.

“Mhm… very good” He practically said under his breath. Cranes cock twitched at the sight of her so vulnerable beneath him. His firm grip from her hip had now found her left tit, pinching and slapping at her breast. Wiggling in pain she looked helpless under his disposal. “You liked to be slapped Y/N? Does the pain feel good?” All she could do was whimper in response.

“It hurts sir…” He sighed in disappointment, causing him to slap her pussy fast and hard. “Fuck sir- please- I can’t take it” her eyes stayed squeezed but open enough to see how his usual gelled hair had now strands that fell loosely around his glasses and the usual pale skin was now red with lust and swollen lips.

“But you’re wet…. You’re so easy Y/N. Do you not have any respect for yourself?” He said slapping at her slit once again, feeling a sense of accomplishment from her arousal to his abuse. His fingers dropped from her chest and hooked themselves onto the top of her underwear, using his left hand to peel her panties away and his right to lift her hips off the table. A groan fell from his lips at the sight of how swollen she had gotten from how desperate she was, his cock painfully restricted by his pants.

“Take my belt off.”

She scurried her hands to his belt, undoing his pants and zipper in the process- anything to make what was to come, come faster.

“Such a good girl for me. Do you want me to fuck you Y/N?” Dr. Crane’s pants had fallen to his ankles, the tip of his cock angry red and poking out from the top of his underwear.

“Please Dr.Crane” The agony apparent in her voice.

“Please what?” Amusement had formed onto his face, eyebrows raised from her desperation.

“Please fuck me.”

“If I must… you’ll be quiet for me now won’t you? Unless you’re so much of a whore you want to be walked in on” he sighed out in almost defeat. His hips began jolting in her direction as he too was desperate for her touch.

“Yes! Anything- I’ll be good- please fuck me.” She began groaning in impatience. Her eyes dropping to his crotch, mouth agape as the print of him exposed his size. Her eyes couldn’t even take him in. With each twitch his cock getting hungrier and hungrier at the sight of her, begging to be unraveled.

With that said he sprung his cock out in front of her onto his hand, a short gasp leaving his lips at the freeing feeling. and without warning, placed his head at her entrance. He placed his hand on her hip and squeezed tightly, holding her in place as he dragged the tip of himself along her slit to pick up her wetness. The feeling of her warmth earned a low groan from him, teasingly tapping his head on her clit.

“So wet for me baby…” his head dropping between them as he held them close. His words were barely a whisper, more of a hum.

After a few lengths against her wetness he grew impatient, growling at his desperation and in one thrust pushing himself all the way to her cervix, and beyond.

“Oh fuck Y/N… fuck” He groaned around her, not used to fucking a hole so closed. “You’re so tight” He said breathlessly.

The sudden stretch of him caused her to scream out into his shoulder, biting down over the size of him that had filled between her legs. The pain of the bite didn’t stop him, in fact made him hungrier. Pulling out slowly and shoving his hips forward once more they both winced in pain and pleasure. The repetition of pulling out so far that only his tip remained within her before rolling himself so fast and hard inside of her happened a few more times before she became accustomed to his size. Each stroke earning a low moan from him and a tear from her, eventually turning into small pathetic cries of pleading.

“Shhhh.. you can take it. Take all of me like the whore you are.” His hips rolled at a faster pace as the slap of his hips caused vibrations around the room. He began to pump in and out of her at a meaner pace.

“Mhm… Just like that.” He had no more mercy in his thrusts, fucking her hole as hard and as painfully as he could. With each pump he became more and more thirsty, hungry for his climax. She was still so tight around him, punching the breath out of his lungs as he scrapped the back of her.

Y/N couldn’t even breath, never mind speak a word to him. Her eyes were screwed shut and tearful, too in pain to focus on the world around her. Soon, the pain unraveled and ecstasy had taken over. His groans were dripping in her ear as he furiously thrusted into her, his lips attached the sweet spot on her neck, sucking at her skin and playing with it between his teeth. Y/N’s body was now being pushed with each bounce between them from his aggression and desperation from finally being able to fill her up. His lips occasionally leaving her neck to stare at her face or glare down at the view of his dick slamming in and out of her.

“That’ll teach you. So badly behaved… does my cock feel good baby?” His hands had snaked up and wrapped themselves around her throat. As she tried to answer him back she choked on her words as he took the air out of her throat. His eyes stared down into her as he continued to thrust himself into her.

“Can’t answer back now can you? So pathetic and easy.” His thrusts followed the pace of his words, taunting and mocking her submissiveness.

The same knot had started to build again in the pit of her stomach as her cries began to fill the room once again. Her walls clenched tighter around him as she felt the same build up as she did before.

“Oh fuck… squeeze me just like that” his eyes rolled at the tightening pressure she gave him.

“Please- let me cum sir.” He repositioned himself to look down at her, humming approvingly at the sight of her with the smudge of her black mascara coating her eyelids and waterline, mouth dropped open and eyebrows furrowed. With great thought he decided to be kind.

“Cum on my cock darling” The nickname itself was enough to send her over the edge.

“Look at me.” In too much of a daze her eyes had closed shut feeling as if she was too pass out.

“I said, look at me!”

The sudden anger in his voice snapped her eyes open to look into this. As her climax hit she cried in pain, squeezing and clenching around him.

“Fuck. Such a good girl for my cock” Dr. Crane fucked her through her orgasm, almost making her pass out from the overstimulation. He stared down to see himself ruining her, watching as she squirted onto his pelvis and shook uncontrollably around him. His hand still wrapped tightly around her neck, the lack of oxygen and overdose of chemicals in her brain possessing her.

The sight of her convulsing onto him and soaking herself around him caused a low growl to escape his lips, unfortunately tightening his grip around her neck as he selfishly chased his own high.

“I’m- mhm- going to cum- fuck- inside you.”

He was breathless with his words.

“You’d like that won’t you?” His thrusts now abusive, hard and fast inside her as he couldn’t wait to spill his seed and coat her walls.

“Please Dr. Crane, cum for me-please” Her begs of mercy sent him over the edge. Without warning, he shot his warm load inside of her and filled her up with his substance. He swung his head back in pleasure, releasing his grip from her throat and meeting her hips again. He became sloppy as he came, knees wobbling and thrusts now kind and gentle. Y/N felt his cock twitch uncontrollably inside of her. His knees trembled on his body weight, fighting to give in over the sweet release he had found in her, humming as he felt himself empty into her and his balls straining from the intensity he came.

Breathless and wet with sweat, he remained inside of her as he lent over into her shoulder, slowly and softly now pumping in and out of her.

He ensured every last drop of his cum plastered the back of her cervix. Once satisfied he had filled her up, his hips slowly removed themselves from the under side of her thighs, his limp cock falling out soaked in both of their fluids. He placed his lips near the lobe of her ear and whispered through his panting.

“Happy birthday”

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Stray Gods - Chapter 46

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 6630 Chapters:  [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [45] - [46] - [47] - [48] - [49] - [?] MASTERLIST Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you... Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses. Taglist: @eastleighsblog​​​​ @tangerminie​​​​ @swittyregan​​​​ @septicrebel​​​​ @jiimout​​​​ @zandra-42​​​​​​@julciaqwerty​​​​ @vampcharxter​​​​ @mercurezed​​ @thatgirlangelb​ @cookiemonstermusic258​​ @stayconnecteed​​ @bubblelixie​​ @smilingtokki @hash2013 Want to be added or did I miss you? Just send me an ASK or DM

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The sound of wind filled your ears as you held Seungmin tightly.

‘We’re here,’ he said softly. You opened your eyes. The bright sun filled your vision and you blinked for a moment, trying to regain your bearings. The surroundings were unfamiliar, so you looked up at Seungmin.

‘Where are we?’ you asked confused.

‘Jeju,’ he said simply, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder. It didn’t look like the Jeju you knew. Last time you had been here, you were surrounded by luxury hotels and small urban streets. But right now, you were standing on what seemed to be a hill, surrounded by greenery. Behind you was a thick line of trees and bushes, almost like a wall that obscured whatever was behind it from view. In front of you, you could see the drop off of the cliff, with bright blue waters on the horizon. Near the edge of the cliff was something that looked like a weird mix between a house and a lighthouse. It was an oddly built tower where the ground floor seemed to have some rooms added on. You looked at Seungmin questioningly.

‘Oh,’ he said, a small smile on his face, ‘didn’t I tell you? We won’t be staying in a hotel.’ he said. You shook your head. ‘Well,’ Seungmin shrugged with a playful grin, ‘It’s still Jeju.’

‘Did you trick me?' you asked suspiciously as he turned around and started walking towards the lighthouse. He simply shrugged and walked on. You huffed but couldn’t stop a smile from appearing on your face as you quickly followed him.

‘Welcome to the observatory,’ Seungmin said happily as you stepped into the lighthouse. The building seemed to be quite old judging by the lack of outlets and lights. The small windows were made of thick yellowish glass and the walls were made of sturdy wooden logs. The kitchen, living room, and bedroom all seemed to be squished into the same space that had been expanded just enough to fit everything in. Although most of the furniture looked old and worn, it did look clean and gave off a very cozy vibe.

Your eyes slid over the lazy armchair next to the large bookcase that was behind a small dining table.

‘What do you think?’ you heard Seungmin ask, his voice unsure now. You tore your eyes from the small double bed in the corner and looked at him. ‘I know it’s not like the hotel from last time,’ he began. You could see the doubt in his eyes and knew that he now regretted not telling you beforehand that you would in fact be staying somewhere completely different.

‘It’s adorable,’ you said with a wide and truthful smile. You could see his eyes calm down a bit, his face returning to his usual expression. He nodded curtly.

‘Our luggage is over there,’ he said, pointing to the corner behind you. You turned to find your suitcase and bags piled up on each other. You realized now that you had brought way too much stuff, assuming you’d be staying in a hotel like last time and knowing how much space you had had then. There was no way you could possibly store all of your stuff in the few drawers that were here. You felt your cheeks flush, embarrassed by your mistake, even though it wasn’t really your fault.

Together, you unpacked your stuff while Seungmin softly hummed. He didn’t say much as he unpacked his own luggage. You could see from the corner of your eyes that he was purposely working slowly, as he had barely packed half of what you had brought and didn’t want to finish before you. You managed to unpack eighty percent of what you had brought with you. The remaining stuff, which you didn’t think you’d need, you stuffed back into the suitcase that you could place under the bed.

‘So what do you wanna do?’ Seungmin asked as soon as you were finished. You raised your brows at him.

‘I thought you said you wanted to start work early?’ you asked teasingly. Seungmin looked away from you, staring out the window, seeming to ignore your question.

‘I could give you a tour of the area, show you a beach that’s down the cliffs,’ he proposed, still looking out of the window. You nodded eagerly, realizing he wasn’t able to see, and then quickly gave him a ‘Yes, please.’

Seungmin took your hand and guided you out of the hut. Outside, the sun was warm and bright. There was only a little wind, even though you were on a hilltop surrounded by water.

‘You can roam around here freely,’ Seungmin spoke, gesturing to the stretch of grassy hilltop. ‘The entire island is ours.’

‘Island?’ you repeated sounding surprised. Seungmin nodded.

‘It’s only a small one though, just off the coast of Jeju, but still technically belonging to Jeju. You can only get here by boat, or the way we did, so there are not a lot of visitors,’ he explained. You looked over your shoulder at the thick row of trees.

‘What’s behind there?’ you asked curiously.

‘A dragon’s lair with the dragon guarding the island for us,’ he said calmly. You whipped your head around so fast that your neck made a cracking sound, looking at him with shocked eyes.

‘Dragon?!’ you exclaimed, shocked, but Seungmin chuckled when he saw your face. You clicked your tongue and hit him on his shoulder.

‘You’re too easy,’ he said with a soft chuckle. ‘Nah, there’s nothing there really. We planted the trees as an extra border against prying eyes, because boats can only dock on that side of the island. There’s a bit of nature, a picnic area, nothing too interesting, but just enough for people to not want to pass the line of trees,’ he explained. You nodded thoughtfully and pondered for a moment as you strolled over the hilltop with him, your hand still in his.

‘How do you buy an Island?’ you asked curiously after a while.

‘Dunno,’ Seungmin shrugged. You pulled up your brows at him. ‘Well, we didn’t exactly buy it or anything. We kinda just claimed it.’ This remark made you only pull your brows up even further. With his free hand, he brushed his thumb over the crease in your forehead as he looked at you before he continued to explain. ‘It wasn’t on any map when we first came here,’ he spoke, then frowned for a moment thinking. ‘If I remember correctly it used to be Chan’s Island, I think… Well, it was used by one of us before we became a group. Anyway, we kept it, managed to keep it off the map, and keep it from being sold off. It used to be Hyunjin’s gallery for a while before electricity was invented. Ever since then none of the boys were really interested in it anymore, so I kind of claimed it for my own,’ he explained.

‘Is there no electricity then?’ you said surprised. Seungmin shook his head.

‘The furnace works on fire, which doubles as a hearth and there is clean running water, but no, no electricity,’ he said simply.

‘But then how do you do your research?’ you asked him with big eyes. This time it was his turn to look at you with raised brows.

‘Just, by hand,’ he said with a shrug, as if it was the most logical thing ever. You gaped at him. ‘Honestly, I prefer it that way. Whenever I bring in computers and alter the weather only the slightest it messes up the entire computer’s algorithm. So I stick with the analog stuff. Much more accurate,’ he explained. You huffed incredulously but were also impressed by his dedication. Thinking about what he had said, you looked up at the sun. It was warm and felt nice on your face. Not too hot, not too cold. You were quite sure he was currently controlling the temperature to make sure you were comfortable.

Seungmin guided you down some narrow steps at the edge of the cliff which looked quite old but still seemed to be well kept. At the bottom, there was a small private beach with soft white sand.

‘It’s high tide now, so you don’t have to worry about not being able to get back or anything. This is as high as the water will go,’ he said pointing at the white foam washing ashore from the deep blue waters. ‘The terrace of the cabin also looks down on the beach,’ he said pointing upward. You looked up at the steep cliff, squinting your eyes against the bright light to see the underside of the terrace at the back of the cabin.

After going back up the steps again, the two of you returned to the cabin.

Seungmin checked his watch and pulled up his nose.

‘I gotta start working now, for real,’ he said with an apologetic look on his face. ‘Let me know if you need anything,’ he kindly offered. You nodded. Just as you were about to turn around to grab some of your stuff he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you back, swiveling you around. Before you could even blink or breathe, you felt his soft lips on yours. Unlike his action, his kiss was soft, careful, almost hesitant. But even so, the world still instantly disappeared from your thoughts. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your heart swelling at the taste of his lips. Just when you thought you were going to melt into him, a beeping sound interrupted the two of you.

Seungmin broke the kiss, and for a moment you were quite lost as to where you were, before landing again. Seungmin clicked his tongue annoyed, checking his softly beeping watch and pushing the button to make it stop. He looked up at you apologetically.

‘I really gotta set up my stuff now,’ he said, his tone soft and regretful.

‘R-right,’ you said with a slightly dazed nod. For a moment, you had totally forgotten about why you were actually there. You felt a little stupid as you watched Seungmin gather his stuff. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, even though you knew he was here to work. You expected that you would have at least a few hours with him before he had to start his work, especially since he picked you up from school so early. But, after all, he did tell you that he wanted to start early.

Not sure what to do, you sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Seungmin unpack all kinds of instruments that you had never seen before.

‘Where will you set it up?’ you asked him, staring at the telescope that looked like it had seen at least a few centuries.

‘The balcony,’ Seungmin said, nodding his head to the only thing that looked modern in the hut. Two large glass doors, at the back of the hut lead to a balcony, looking very similar to the ones that were stationed back home. He put a pen in his mouth and loaded his arms as full as he could. A few documents slipped out of his arms and he grumbled.

‘Here let me,’ you quickly offered, picking it up. You were about to hand it to him when you realized his arms were full already, and it would probably be best for you to carry it for him instead. He smiled, the pen between his teeth making it look quite comical.

Having one hand free, you opened the glass doors for him and stepped onto the balcony. It was larger than you had thought, but it contained no desk or anything to work on.

‘Erm?’ you began, holding the documents up at Seungmin, but he wasn’t looking at you. Instead, he sat down, cross-legged, and started to place the stuff on the floor. You quickly realized why there was no desk. Seungmin’s stuff took up about two-thirds of the old wooden balcony flooring. Clearly, no desk would be big enough to hold everything he needed. For a moment you wondered if it would be dangerous, having all those papers lying around, prone to getting blown away by the wind. But then you realized who you were with and you felt the urge to smack yourself on the forehead.

‘If there’s anything you need or anything I can do for you, don’t hesitate to ask. Okay?’ Seungmin said, looking up at you as soon as he was done setting up. You laughed.

‘Shouldn't I be the one saying that to you?’ you giggled. He grinned at you but didn’t say anything, brushing a hand through his fluffy hair and looking down at what seemed to be a star map in front of him.

Night had fallen, and you had quietly retreated to the dining table, reading through some homework you had to get done. Every now and then, you looked outside at Seungmin, who was still pondering long and hard over different maps, using weird-looking instruments that measured things you didn’t understand. You prepared a simple meal when you realized he had been too caught up in his work to realize it was dinner time. He took it from you thankfully, patting your head softly before eating while continuing to work.

You had always known Seungmin was a dedicated person. Whenever he set his mind to something, he gave himself to it wholeheartedly. His dedication and perseverance were something you respected and admired about him.

Whenever you looked up from your books at him, he was scribbling away on his papers, as the stars became brighter and the sky became darker and darker.

You opened your eyes but everything remained dark.

A soft warm blanket was wrapped around you. Slowly your eyes were starting to adjust and you could make out the shapes of a bookcase and a table. You were in the cabin still.

You sat up in the dark, looking around you. You were not where you had last been. The last thing you could remember was sitting at the table with your books. You looked over. Your books were neatly stacked into a pile on the corner of the table.

Automatically, your eyes drifted through the large glass doors that let the only light into the cabin. A dark shape was standing outside, looking through a telescope.

He was still working then. You had no idea what time it was, but he must’ve come in for a bit and carried you to the bed before tucking you in. You yawned. A part of you wanted to get up and tell Seungmin it was time for him to come to bed, as it was probably already very late. But you knew he would probably reject your offer since he wasn’t done yet. You yawned again. Besides, your legs felt heavy, your head fuzzy. You lay back down. He’d come when he was done, yes. You were… too tired… anyway…

When you opened your eyes again everything seemed different. The early light was pouring through the windows, creeping in like a golden blanket, covering the floor and table. You blinked in the bright light. Seungmin’s face was next to yours. He was asleep. You were glad to see he had finally come to bed, you were worried that he had worked all through the night, but seeing him like this eased your heart. His pink lips were closed, as he breathed slowly through his nose. His cheeks were getting slightly squashed by the pillows, making him look even cuter than normal. A puppy asleep.

For a while you just lay there, looking at him, taking in his soft appearance. It was easy to forget that he had already seen decades with his boyish appearance. You knew he was often mistaken for a college or even high school student, causing him to prefer to wear suits outside the house. Not that you minded it though. He looked damn good in them.

You smiled at his sleeping face.

By the time the sun was halfway up in the sky, you finally decided to get out of bed. Quietly, you snuck into the kitchen hoping to surprise him with a nice breakfast.

You found some eggs and veggies in the kitchen cabinets and went to work as silently as you could.

You were just about to turn the omelet when two arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, and a kiss was planted on your neck.

‘Good morning,’ Seungmin hummed in a low sleepy voice. He held you close to him and you could instantly feel your face turn red.

‘Morning,’ you giggled. ‘I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, but now you have gone and ruined it.’

‘Sorry my presence ruined your day,’ he said in a sleepy but playful tone. His voice was soft as he spoke, his breath tickling your neck and you instantly felt the heat in the lower pits of your body rising.

‘No, it didn’t, I’m just-,’ you said quickly trying to apologize while hiding your red face. Seungmin chuckled and gave you a teasing squeeze before letting go of you again. A coldness seemed to wrap around your body where he had been touching you before, but the heat on the inside of your body hadn’t left you.

‘Slept well?’ Seungmin asked casually as he sat down at the tiny wooden table. You nodded eagerly in response, still hiding your pink face from him.

‘You?’ you asked conversationally, as you flipped the omelet. It seems to be ready now.

‘Just about enough for another day of work,’ Seungmin answered with a stretch and a yawn. You looked around at him in surprise as you put the omelets on a plate.

‘Another day?’ you huffed incredulously as you walked over to him.

‘Yeah. What? You think I can really map the entire night sky in one night?’ he chuckled, raising a brow.

‘Well, you worked so long and hard yesterday,’ you said with a small voice. Seungmin raised his arm, cupping your face with his hand and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

‘I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll give you some attention soon, okay?’ he said sweetly. His hand on your face almost seemed to burn you from the inside out. You felt your thigh muscles flex involuntarily and your mouth felt dry. With a hand that seemed to lose it’s grip, you quickly handed him his plate with the omelet.

The heat inside of you hadn’t gone away since that morning. You thought that maybe it was the magic of Jeju Island, but you found yourself caring less and less for the reason as your mind started focusing on other things…

Seungmin had already started setting up his materials again outside on the balcony. The sky was looking a spectacular shade of blue again, promising another day of warmth and sunshine. You watched Seungmin rolling up his sleeves as he unfolded a star map on the ground, holding a pencil between his pink lips. The sight of it made you bite your own lip. How could he look so hot doing something so mundane? Heat was creeping up on you and you felt like those early days again, when the ache had confused and scared you, not knowing what or who you were back then. But this time, you didn’t fight it. You would’ve embraced it happily, but you knew you couldn’t bother Seungmin in his work right now. You sighed.

You went through your baggage, hoping to find something to distract you for the day, as studying wouldn’t be an option now anyway. Your fingers slid over a smooth fabric and you picked the item up. It was your bikini. You remembered the private beach at the bottom of the cliffs that Seungmin had shown you. Maybe a dive into the cool ocean waters would turn down your heat for the time being.

You quickly changed into the bikini, throwing a towel over your shoulder and taking a bag with some stuff you might need in your hand before opening the glass doors to the balcony. Seungmin looked up at the sound. Instantly his eyes slid over your mostly naked body, the pencil between his teeth still there. His gaze almost made you gulp, but you knew you had to hold back. You couldn't bother him during work.

‘I’m going down to the beach for a bit, okay?’ You said quickly. Seungmin nodded, still staring at your body for a second before blinking and catching your eyes again.

‘Have fun,’ he said simply, taking the pencil from between his lips and turning back around again to continue his sketch. A slight pang of disappointment went off in the back of your head. Of course, you had hoped he would stop working for you, but you knew how important it was to him.

When you stepped out of the cabin the sun felt a little bit brighter and the wind even warmer and softer. Had he done that for you, or had you just not noticed the temperature that much from inside the cabin you wondered.

You made your way down to the beach, taking off your slippers and stepping into the soft sand with your bare feet. The sensation of it was so nice. The sand was warm but not hot, feeling like a warm soft blanket around your feet as you walked. You put down your towel in the middle of the beach and sat down on it, looking over the stretch of blue ocean. It sparkled brightly, as soft waves faded in and out of the sand. It would have been calming, had you not been so incredibly horny.

A creaking noise suddenly drew your attention. You looked up and around. You were sure you had seen a shadow, retreat back onto the deck, disappearing and leaving nothing to see. Had he looked over to see if you had arrived safely? Or had he secretly been watching you? Your lips curled.

You pulled open your bag, rummaging through it and finding what you were looking for, sunscreen. You grinned to yourself and stood up. Slowly you started putting the sunscreen on your body, stretching out each limb and rubbing on the sunscreen like you were live painting in an art show. All the while your ears were focusing hard, trying to listen and hoping for any more creaks of the balcony. You didn’t dare look up again, afraid of scaring him away if he was indeed looking at the show you were putting on for him.

The rest of the day you spent, in any ridiculous attempt possible as if no one might be watching, giving a sensual show of yourself. You “read” your book in the most unusual positions, trying to show off your curves as best as you could. You sunbathed for a while, laying on your tummy and even undoing the knot in the back of your top. You washed yourself in the ocean water, the moisture of it making your skin look sparkly and inviting.

But there was no response. Seungmin didn’t come down. Now and then you thought you heard some creaking of the balcony, but that might as well be him changing positions while he was working, which you knew he often did. But whenever you tried to sneak a peek at the balcony it seemed deserted. No shadow quickly withdrawing, nor one that stayed to admire you.

As the sun started to go down again, you decided to give up, feeling slightly frustrated and unsatisfied. When you arrived back at the cabin, Seungmin was still very much caught up in his work, scribbling away on pieces of paper frantically, with his hair slightly messy from putting his fingers through it so many times. You sighed and wrapped a towel around you.

Even when you brought him his dinner, since he seemed to have forgotten to eat, he barely seemed to look at you.

‘I’m going to take a shower,’ you told him, as you handed him his plate. He looked up, his brows slightly furrowed, and a surprised hazy look on his face.

‘What? Oh erm, right. But shouldn’t you eat?’ he asked, taking the plate from you. You smiled softly at him.

‘I already did,’ you told him kindly. Apparently, he really hadn’t heard you when you called him in for dinner before. Seungmin nodded, taking a quick bite from his food before continuing to work again.

You took your time in the shower, considering for a moment to please yourself instead to satisfy that desperate ache, but deciding against it. It felt too awkward with Seungmin right outside, even though you knew you couldn’t have him. So instead, you took your time washing, shaving, and scrubbing yourself, like a small spa day.

By the time you came out of the shower, the sun had already gone down. You looked on the balcony but were surprised to find an empty and clean balcony with no trace of Seungmin. Confused, you stepped out onto the balcony, walking over to the edge and peering down at the beach, but even if he was there, it was too dark to see anything.

‘Looking for me?’ a soft voice asked, tickling your neck. Startled, you turned around on the spot. You were standing face to face with Seungmin, who put his arms on the ledge on either side of you. He tilted his head to the side questioningly. It was as if the breath was knocked out of you while his piercing blue eyes kept you nailed to the spot.

‘You’ve been toying with me all day,’ he said accusingly. Your lips parted and you inhaled as if you were about to come up with a protest, but the heat between your legs made you unable to speak. Even in the dark, the blue of his eyes was still breathtaking. The last rotating wheel in your brain seemed to understand that he had in fact been watching your show all day, secretly.

Seungmin suddenly grabbed you, turning you around, making you face the open ocean. He took hold of your hands, bringing them up and laying them on the banister of the balcony, before wrapping his arms around you and pushing his front against your back. Something hard poked into one of your buttcheeks.

‘Were you really that scared that I would not pay any attention to you this weekend?’ he whispered into your ear. Before you could even process his question his tongue licked the side of your neck. A shudder went through you. ‘You seem to forget that I can detect temperature changes, including the ones in you,’ he whispered. His hands moved over your belly, down to the edge of your pajama shorts. You gasped as his hand dipped underneath the waistband and his fingers found your sensitive spot. His fingers instantly went to work, drawing circles on your clit and pulling soft moans from your mouth as his lips and tongue kissed and nipped your neck.

Your mind went blank and all you could focus on was the heat between your legs. Leaning back against him, he teased your most sensitive spot until you could barely stand anymore.

You let out a soft squeal when he pinched your clit teasingly between his fingers, stopping while you were on the edge. The unexpected discomfort made you open your eyes and gasp for breath, drawing you back slightly from your high but not at all turning you off.

‘Minnie,’ you whispered his name over your shoulder, your lips searching for his. He brushed over them, but not letting you kiss him, as he withdrew his hand.

‘You have been keeping me from my work all day and you expect to be rewarded?’ He teased with a low voice. You let out an involuntary whine. He completely let go of you, a smirk on his face as he created just enough space between the two of you so that you weren’t touching him, but you could still feel the heat of his body, smell his warm summery scent.

Even with your mind losing the ability to think, you knew what he wanted. You turned against the railing towards him. Seungmin tilted his head, his usual side tilt, but this time the puppy was nowhere to be found in his eyes.

‘How about I reward you for your hard work?’ You whispered. Your voice came out softer than you had intended, husky with want, but he still heard you. His blue eyes darted from yours to the wooden floor of the balcony and there was nothing more he needed to say. Obediently you went down on your knees, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes. He lifted his chin higher, the smirk on his lips growing wider as he looked down at you sitting there, ready for him.

‘Well, go on then,’ he said coolly, ‘you seemed to know how to use your hands perfectly fine when you were putting on sunscreen this afternoon.’ You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to hide your embarrassed smile but raised up your arms and put your hands on his belt. You kept your eyes on your work, having to focus on unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, as your mind seemed to be working much slower than usual, while he watched you closely. Your lips parted in anticipation when you finally drew down his boxers.

You had known he was already hard when he had been standing against you, but seeing his size springing free from its confines still made you lick your lips. Your eyes flicked up to his for a moment which looked at you, hesitantly, apprehensive but still eager.

Carefully, you wrapped your hand around his length, and instantly he let out a soft sigh, barely audible even to you. You let your hand move up, stopping just before the start of his sizable head. A bead of clear precum appeared on his tip and eagerly you licked it. The sweet taste and Seungmin’s soft inhale made you hungry for more. Without waiting any longer, you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. You could hear Seungmin exhale long, low, and softly.

Slowly you let your lips slide down his length, until his tip hit the back of your throat and you couldn’t go any further. As you started bobbing your head up and down his hard shaft, you could hear him breathing heavily, now and then soft moans escaped him. Eagerly, you sucked his dick, trying to take him in deeper with every stroke and hollowing out your cheeks as best as you could. You could feel the clean panties you had just put on getting more and more soaked with every second, that familiar tension only increasing.

Just when your eyes were starting to water you could feel him starting to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close now. You wanted to continue, eager to make him cum, please him, and taste him on your tongue. Your hand was starting to slip between your thighs.

‘Stop,’ he breathed shortly. Instantly, you pulled back, looking up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips parted as he panted, his chest heaving. Without looking, one of his hands found the top of your head, first patting your hair before cupping your face. With his free hand, he pulled up his boxers, covering up his wet length, which instantly left a pretty stain on them. He looked down at you, the corners of his mouth lifting, and you knew you had done well in pleasing him, making your heart pound in your chest and the butterflies flutter through your stomach.

‘I’m not done with you yet,’ he panted, grinning.

His thumb brushed over your lips before he nodded at you as a sign for you to stand up. You instantly obeyed, ignoring the discomfort in your legs from sitting weirdly for a while.

‘Get on the bed,’ he commanded softly. His blue eyes were lidded now too and his gaze was hungry. Heart pounding, you quickly went inside, jumping on the bed as he followed behind you closely. You had barely sat down on the bed when he climbed onto it, straddling you. You looked at him in surprise.

‘Do you trust me?’ he asked softly, his voice breathy. You nodded instantly. ‘Then close your eyes,’ he added. You closed your eyes and felt his lips upon yours again. Passionately, you kissed him back, the world disappearing and completely melting into him. But a sudden buzzing feeling on your lips made you pull back startled, your eyes still closed shut.

‘It’s okay, you can trust me,’ Seungmin said softly, succeeding in comforting you. The gears in your head seemed to turn slowly. You knew he would never hurt you, you had just been startled, that was all. You bent towards him again, allowing your mind to relax and be open to whatever Seungmin wanted to do. He didn’t kiss you this time, however. You could feel him laying his hands on top of your shoulders. They were warm, but not hot like Changbin’s usually were. Then a soft buzzing feeling started to tickle your shoulders. It almost felt like your skin was vibrating, a tingling that seemed hard to describe.

‘Is that okay?’ Seungmin asked carefully. With your eyes still closed, you smiled, letting out a breathy “Yes,” for him. Slowly, he moved his hands up and down your shoulders, collarbones, and neck, almost like a massage. There was no pain, but it definitely felt different than when someone would touch you with a normal hand. This felt… exciting, new. Maybe even a little… dangerous. The feeling of playing with something you normally shouldn’t made you clench your thighs together and bite your lip.

‘Can I take off your top?’ Seungmin asked. You were sure he had sensed something in you, causing him to ask, but still being careful. As an answer, you put your arms up for him. The buzzing feeling stopped and he used his hands to pull the top over your head. You heard him let slip a soft groan as he found out you weren’t wearing anything underneath. For a moment you wished to see his face. See his blue eyes rake your body as he would lick his lips, his cheeks slightly flushed with his own heat. But you kept them closed as he had asked, focusing on what you were feeling. His hands went back to your shoulders again, and the buzzing feeling returned. This time he started stroking your body with the tips of his fingers, the tingling and vibrating feeling making you breathe deeply, almost entrancing you.

His fingers brushed your collarbones, moving lower to your chest until they rested upon your breasts. Suddenly his lips were on yours again and as he kissed you, his fingers closed around your nipples. You gasped in his mouth, the new form of stimulation almost seeming to knock the breath out of you. You could feel his lips smiling as he continued kissing you, massaging and pinching your nipples while using his powers as you moaned into his mouth. Whatever it was that he was doing seemed to have a direct connection to the heat between your legs, and before you knew it you were a hot moaning mess, your hole clenching desperately around nothing.

‘Seungminnie,’ you whined onto his tingling lips. He let go of your oversensitive tits and for a moment you felt disappointed, but then he pushed you gently onto your back. You half opened your eyes, and before you could even blink he had removed both your pants and panties and his own clothes. The deep blue pools of his eyes were lidded, and they seemed to be whirling like water pools. His cheeks were slightly pink with heat as he panted eagerly. You stretched your hand out to him, needing to feel him, which he took, intertwining his fingers with yours and holding your hand tightly. He pushed your arm above your head, placing himself between your legs. With his free hand, he trailed down your body, his finger buzzing and tingling over your skin as it went down, stopping just above your clit. Your eyes locked for a moment, and there was nothing more you needed to say to him. He positioned his length between your thighs and pressed into you. The way your walls stretched around his cock as he filled you up made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He didn’t leave you much time to adjust to him as he instantly started fucking you with deep long thrusts. You panted and whined with bliss, the feeling of finally being filled up, making you drunk with love. Seungmin’s free hand moved over your body again, stopping on your clit this time. His thumb started to buzz and tingle your skin and you knew what was coming. Putting it carefully on your sensitive bud, never stopping his thrusts, he started to draw circles on you. An endless stream of moans escaped your mouth now, as Seumgin fucked you deeply, his thumb playing with your clit. The electricity that was literally running through your body made everything feel amplified, pleasure spreading through your entire body. Then he hit that spot that made you gasp, the feeling so intense that you had lifted yourself from the bed, sitting up to face him. Seungmin was breathing heavily. His hair sticking to his forehead as his lips produced the most beautiful soft pants. He grinned at you, seeing your fucked out face, your tongue between your teeth. Clearly, it encouraged him even more as the tingling feeling on your clit intensified.

‘Minnie I-,’ you whined, but before you could finish your sentence, he sent a spark to your core, tipping you over the edge instantly. Your veins seemed to be electrified, tingling, buzzing, and sizzling from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes.

But Seungmin wasn’t done yet. He removed his hand from your core, gripping your hips with both hands and continuing his steady pace. Your orgasm started to wash away and overstimulation was taking over your body. Your arms holding you up gave out and you fell back on the bed, but Seungmin’s pace didn’t falter. Instead, he bent over you, his eyes finding your barely open ones. He didn’t have to talk to make you understand. He was getting close too. Your tingling arms reached out for his face, cupping it and pulling him closer so you could kiss him. His lips melted into yours sweetly as his cock still stretched you with every thrust. He let out small gasps on your lips as you kissed him, his movements starting to feel more and more strained.

‘Fill me up Seungmin,’ you whispered onto his lips. Your words were all he needed. You could feel his dick spasm inside of you and he let out a long deep groan as he emptied himself deep inside of you. In a daze, his lips found yours again, kissing you deeply, sloppily. But you knew what it meant.

“I love you”

#fanfic #stray gods #fan fiction #fanfiction #stray kids #skz #straykids #bang chan #hwang hyunjin #lee minho #kim seungmin #seungmin #incorrect stray kids #felix stray kids #hyunjin stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids lee know #yang jeongin

[mermaidsirennikita]

I'm not sure if you've already done recs for this before, but do you have any historical recs for older heroine/younger hero like in The Countess by Sophie Jordan (I read it based off your review and enjoyed it!) thanks :D

I can definitely offer some recs (and I'm glad you liked The Countess)!

Try:

The Return of The Duke by Lorraine Heath. The heroine is about 5 years older than the hero here--with the twist that she's his dead father's former mistress. (The hero is very mad and seeking her out because his father was executed for treason and stripped of his title, and he thinks she knows what really happened.) TW for discussions of past serious health issues that led to infertility.

Wake Me Most Wickedly by Felicia Grossman just came out! I think the hero is around 24/25 and the heroine is 30ish. He's a dandy from a wealthy family, she's a petty criminal, and she saves him from a mugging to kick it off. It's a Snow White retelling, great if you want a surly heroine and sunshiney hero.

The Dueling Duchess by Minerva Spencer. This heroine is a sharpshooter in a circus, and she's a few years older than the hero. They had a casual relationship, it ended angrily, and now he wants to like, declare his feelings and get her back. TW for Reign of Terror related trauma.

In Which Winnie Halifax is Utterly Ruined by Alexandra Vasti. I forget exactly how much older Winnie is than Spencer, but she's a few years ahead of him. He finds out she basically made up this husband with his name, but because there's actual documentation they're technically actually married, which is a problem for him.

Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette. Alicia is 39 and Joss is 27; she's twice-widowed and looking for a good time, he's basically her bodyguard as she swans about town... until she realizes that HE could be that good time (he's a former sex worker and immediately knows what she's about lol). TW for discussions of past abuse, SA and otherwise, and stuff that happens off the page.

Melissa and The Vicar by S.M. LaViolette. Melissa is a madame who goes to a small seaside town for her health (she's very stressed and has what's implied to be a stomach ulcer). The hero is the big, virginal town vicar who's like... 25 to her 30ish, I think? TW for discussions of SA and past abuse in general as Melissa was sold into the trade at a very young age.

Waiting for a Scot Like You by Eva Leigh. The hero is a widow in her late forties who's going to attend this scandalous "party". Her bodyguard on her journey is a mid-thirties Scottish ex-soldier.

Thief of Shadows by Elizabeth Hoyt. Maybe my all-time favorite historical; Winter is a 26-year-old virgin/orphanage... master? He takes care like 30 orphans lol by day, and he fights crime in a mask by night (mostly saving kids). Isabel is a 32-year-old jaded widow. TW for discussions of past miscarriages and infertility.

Suddenly You by Lisa Kleypas has a heroine turning 30 and a hero who's a few years younger than her, but much more inexperienced (she basically pays for a sex worker to rid her of her virginity on her birthday, and the guy who shows up is actually a publisher trying to talk to her because she's a successful author... but he goes with it). TW for miscarriage.

#romance novel blogging #romance novels #book recs

[verybi]

Losing your virginity

#polls

[mogwai-movie-house]

A Film A Year

Going through an old hard drive today I found this almost-completed list from 2015 in which I'd set myself the task of choosing a single film for each year of the preceding hundred. It was interesting to see in what ways my tastes had changed and just how many more films I'd discovered and fallen in love with in the meantime.

Anyways, I thought I'd finish it off and update it to the present: I very much tried to keep it to just one film per year, but the competition some years was just too high so they've had to share joint first places:

1915 A Night In The Show 1916 The Vagabond 1917 Easy Street 1918 A Dog's Life 1919 Sunnyside 1920 One Week 1921 The Kid 1922 Dr Mabuse, The Gambler 1923 Safety Last / Why Worry? 1924 Sherlock Jr / The Last Laugh 1925 The Gold Rush 1926 The General 1927 Sunrise / Seventh Heaven 1928 The Last Command / Steamboat Jr. / The Man Who Laughs / The Passion of Joan of Arc 1929 The Love Parade / Un Chien Andalou / Lucky Star 1930 All Quiet On The Western Front 1931 City Lights/ The Smiling Lieutenant 1932 Horse Feathers / Love Me Tonight 1933 Duck Soup / The Invisible Man 1934 It Happened One Night 1935 The 39 Steps 1936 My Man Godfrey 1937 Nothing Sacred 1938 Adventures Of Robin Hood / Pygmalion 1939 The Cat And The Canary / The Wizard of Oz / The Hunchback of Notre Dame 1940 His Girl Friday / Pinocchio 1941 Citizen Kane / The Maltese Falcon / Dumbo / Sullivan's Travels 1942 Casablanca 1943 Le Corbeau 1944 Arsenic & Old Lace 1945 Les Enfants du Paradis / And Then There Were None 1946 A Matter of Life and Death 1947 Black Narcissus 1948 The Treasure of the Sierra Madre 1949 The Third Man / Kind Hearts & Coronets 1950 Sunset Blvd. / La Ronde 1951 A Streetcar Named Desire 1952 Singin' In The Rain / Le Plaisir 1953 Calamity Jane 1954 Hobson's Choice 1955 The Night Of The Hunter /The Ladykillers 1956 The Searchers 1957 The Seventh Seal 1958 Vertigo 1959 North By Northwest / Ballad of A Soldier 1960 Psycho / The Virgin Spring / Two Women 1961 Breakfast At Tiffanys 1962 Le Doulos 1963 The Great Escape / The Birds 1964 Onibaba 1965 For A Few Dollars More 1966 Blow Up 1967 Le Samourai / Cool Hand Luke 1968 2001: A Space Odyssey 1969 Butch Cassidy & The Sundance Kid 1970 Le Cercle Rouge 1971 Get Carter / Harold & Maude 1972 The Godfather 1973 Don't Look Now 1974 The Godfather Part II / Chinatown 1975 Jaws / The Rocky Horror Picture Show 1976 Network 1977 Star Wars / Annie Hall 1978 Halloween / Superman 1979 Apocalypse Now / Alien / Life Of Brian / Manhattan 1980 Stardust Memories / Raging Bull 1981 Raiders Of The Lost Ark 1982 Blade Runner / The Thing 1983 The Dead Zone / Zelig 1984 Ghostbusters / The Terminator / Blood Simple 1985 Back To The Future 1986 Hannah & Her Sisters / The Fly 1987 Withnail & I / Wings of Desire 1988 Dangerous Liaisons 1989 Crimes & Misdemeanors / Dead Poets Society 1990 Goodfellas 1991 The Silence of The Lambs / Terminator 2 1992 Reservoir Dogs / The Player 1993 Schindler's List / Groundhog Day 1994 Pulp Fiction 1995 Se7en / Casino / The Usual Suspects 1996 Fargo 1997 LA Confidential / Grosse Point Blank / Boogie Nights 1998 The Truman Show / Happiness / Buffalo '66 1999 American Beauty / Magnolia / Being John Malkovich / Fight Club 2000 Memento 2001 Mulholland Drive / The Royal Tennenbaums / The Piano Teacher 2002 Adaptation / The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers 2003 Lost In Translation 2004 Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind / The Life Aquatic 2005 Me & You & Everyone We Know 2006 The Prestige / Perfume 2007 No Country For Old Men / There Will Be Blood 2008 The Dark Knight / Let The Right One In / Tropic Thunder 2009 Cold Souls / Up / Zombieland 2010 I Saw The Devil / The Ghost Writer 2011 The Hidden Face 2012 The Avengers 2013 Her 2014 The Grand Budapest Hotel / The Winter Soldier 2015 The Survivalist / The Lobster 2016 Like Crazy 2017 Coco 2018 Deadpool 2 2019 The Irishman 2020 Kajillionaire 2021 The French Dispatch 2022 The Banshees of Inisherin

#the real oscars #a century of film

[diavolaangelica]

“distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez

"On my wall it sits and taunts my arrogance a mirror that most unforgiving of gods it holds answers no one wants to see a bellowing, righteous haunt I carry it that blasphemy of judgment in my eyes as I teach little girls that crave to be women think it’s all breasts and hips and catcall I try to fight a tide stronger than faith almost patronize them tell them they are “strong young women” to write “distinctly beautiful” at the top of each page or 24 times down the left-hand column if I’ve got them for 2 hours try to coerce them into searching for something they've recently lost and I wish I could carve “distinctly beautiful” into my lovers’ torsos stain their lower backs and thighs I wonder: where does this self-hate come from? who is to blame? angry at every man that has come before me and those that continue to arrive: that tear off blouses with knife-sharp gawks rape the freedom out of a summer dress with the bloody mattress of suggestive smile that pitch the billboard ads that write those textbook passages and now we’re icing women’s nipples “for artistic purposes” it’s fashionable for her to sag her jeans so they’ll be easier to take off before I fuck her and my little sister’s Barbie doll might as well be her God translated as human: 7 feet tall a 39 inch bust DD cup breasts an 18 inch waist and 33 inch hips on 5 foot long legs as stilts in size 4 feet that can’t balance her anorexic, impossible 95 pounds the perfect 39-18-33 Mattel hourglass – built to steal each woman’s virginity before she even knows what sex is and I’m disgusted at middle-aged men that pant with their pupils yet I’ll still notice a married woman’s nipples through her sheer top on the subway across from me stare at her thong when she bends over I might as well have been the teacher that taught these little girls to give up trained that shy, adolescent Latina to look Lolita-esque with pigtails in study hall and swallow lollipops like dicks with high-gloss lipstick to show off that she has dick-sucking lips too and I’m her teacher responsible for showing her how to express herself and grow up she might as well be my nine year-old sister, Maya or my first daughter a ghost with no self-esteem she’s just focused on impressing that Senior in the 3rd row popping bubble gum above a first line I told her to write just beneath her chin that says, “I am distinctly beautiful because…” left there almost haphazard atop the quivering blankness of her empty page that white canvas just another unholy mirror that swallows her fragile obsidian eyes and refuses to recognize her." “distinctly beautiful” by Carlos Andrés Gómez.

#Carlos Andrés Gómez #“distinctly beautiful” #poetry

[thatonesakudere]

★ ⸻ GENERAL

name : Mayu Jotei

title(s) : the Corporate Bitch (unofficial)

gender : Cis Female

age : 39 years old (human), around 20 years old (avatar)

birthday : 7th of August (Scorpio)

place of birth : Earth, Japan

spoken & understood language(s) : English, Japanese, rudimentary Na'vi

sexual preference : Bi with preference for men

occupation(s) : Chief Executive Officer of a company which is one of the RDA biggest shareholders

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

eye color : Grey (human), Yellow (avatar)

hair color : Black

height : 152 cm (human), 259 cm (avatar)

major scars : none she made sure of that

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

color : deep reds and purples

song : classical music (Tchaikovsky, Swan Lake Suite, Op. 20a, TH 219, Act II: No. 10, Scene)

food : nigiri with black caviar

drink : coffee

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY…

passed university : yes, top marks

had sex : yes

had sex in public : yes (semi)

gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant : no

kissed a boy : yes

kissed a girl : yes

gotten tattoos : no

gotten piercings : yes

stayed up for more than 24 hours : yes (many times)

★ ⸻ ARE THEY…

a virgin : no

a cuddler : yes, but only towards close friends/partner/brother

a kisser : yes (a biter too)

scared easily : no, she knows how to keep her composure

jealous easily : yes, on top of being possessive

trustworthy : absolutely not

dominant : yes

submissive : yes, if "wrestled into submission"

in love : [classified data]

single : depends on who asks

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves : no, but developed some destructive habits

thought of suicide : no

attempted suicide :  no

wanted to kill someone : yes, and went through with it

have / had a job : yes

have any fears : yes

★ ⸻ FAMILY

sibling(s) : 

Younger brother Masa Jotei, Japanese, 13 — 14 years old, chronically ill.

parent(s) :

Mother Mayuki Jotei, Japanese, Chief Communications Officer, deceased.

Father Masaki Jotei, Japanese, CEO of a financial company, deceased.

children : none

significant other : that's for her to know

pet(s) : a bonded Ikran named Uzume

tagged : @pandoranfalconer thank you so much (hope we can RP sometime)! ♥ tagging : @bereavedconcupis (i'm making you rise from the dead lol) ♥♥♥

#//do not come for me making all of their names starting with M I AM JUST WEIRD LIKE THAT #//i am cringe but i am free #[♡au: avatar♡] #[♡mayu♡] #[♡about♡]

[henryandkalcavillsdogpack41482]

Birthday Girl (Sebastian Stan Revised Version) Teaser

Y/N: I Hate Fucking Hate My Birthday With A Passion! Knowing my luck, someone would remember my birthday. Hope they were ready to be decked because that is the first thing I would do. Ok, might not be such a good idea considering half of the majority of the clients were celebrities. Seriously, when was the last time someone famous even remembered the receptionist’s birthday?

Ok so far so good, no one had approached me to mention my birthday. No way to bring or draw attention to myself that was until I neared my desk when I saw a large bouquet of Salmon-colored roses. That just screamed it was someone’s birthday or anniversary. Whoever sent me the roses would be in deep, deep trouble. I noticed a card attached to the roses, good a clue as to who was on my hit list as of now for making it a bit obvious to any of my co-workers it was a day I would like to completely forget. I took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before I slipped the card off the roses to read.

Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it.

Love,

Your secret admirer

Birthday Girl Teaser

I Hate Fucking Hate My Birthday With A Passion!

Knowing my luck, someone would remember my birthday. Hope they were ready to be decked because that is the first thing I would do. Ok, might not be such a good idea considering half of the majority of the clients were celebrities. Seriously, when was the last time someone famous even remembered the receptionist’s birthday?

Ok so far so good, no one had approached me to mention my birthday. No way to bring or draw attention to myself that was until I neared my desk when I saw a large bouquet of Salmon-colored roses. That just screamed it was someone’s birthday or anniversary. Whoever sent me the roses would be in deep, deep trouble. I noticed a card attached to the roses, good a clue as to who was on my hit list as of now for making it a bit obvious to any of my co-workers it was a day I would like to completely forget. I took a quick look around to make sure the coast was clear before I slipped the card off the roses to read.

Does your Birthday Wishlist include “Sex”? Because that’s what I got you. Happy Birthday. I know that you like me, so why not act on it.

Love,

Your secret admirer

Birthday Girl Will Officially Be Blowing Out Her 30 Fucking 9 Candles On April 14, 2021

#Sebastian Stan and Reader #Smutty Sebastian Stan one Shot #Birthday Girl Teaser #Birthday Sex #Aries #Fucking Thirty Nine #39 Year Old Virgin #Dirty Thirties #Aries Birthday #Birthday Checklist You Me Birthday Cake Sparkling Cider Birthday Sex #Sexy Times #Sexy Famous Romanian Actor Secret Admirer

[roman-catholic-mass-readings]

8th April >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Solemnity of The Annunciation of the Lord

(Liturgical Colour: White. Year: B(II))

First Reading

Isaiah 7:10-14,8:10

The maiden is with child.

The Lord spoke to Ahaz and said, ‘Ask the Lord your God for a sign for yourself coming either from the depths of Sheol or from the heights above.’ ‘No,’ Ahaz answered ‘I will not put the Lord to the test.’

Then Isaiah said:

‘Listen now, House of David:

are you not satisfied with trying the patience of men

without trying the patience of my God, too?

The Lord himself, therefore,

will give you a sign.

It is this: the maiden is with child

and will soon give birth to a son

whom she will call Immanuel,

a name which means “God-is-with-us.”’

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm

Psalm 39(40):7-11

R/ Here I am, Lord! I come to do your will.

You do not ask for sacrifice and offerings,

but an open ear.

You do not ask for holocaust and victim.

Instead, here am I.

R/ Here I am, Lord! I come to do your will.

In the scroll of the book it stands written

that I should do your will.

My God, I delight in your law

in the depth of my heart.

R/ Here I am, Lord! I come to do your will.

Your justice I have proclaimed

in the great assembly.

My lips I have not sealed;

you know it, O Lord.

R/ Here I am, Lord! I come to do your will.

I have not hidden your justice in my heart

but declared your faithful help.

I have not hidden your love and your truth

from the great assembly.

R/ Here I am, Lord! I come to do your will.

Second Reading

Hebrews 10:4-10

God's will was for us to be made holy by the offering of his body made once and for all by Jesus Christ.

Bulls’ blood and goats’ blood are useless for taking away sins, and this is what Christ said, on coming into the world:

You who wanted no sacrifice or oblation,

prepared a body for me.

You took no pleasure in holocausts or sacrifices for sin;

then I said,

just as I was commanded in the scroll of the book,

‘God, here I am! I am coming to obey your will.’

Notice that he says first: You did not want what the Law lays down as the things to be offered, that is: the sacrifices, the oblations, the holocausts and the sacrifices for sin, and you took no pleasure in them; and then he says: Here I am! I am coming to obey your will. He is abolishing the first sort to replace it with the second. And this will was for us to be made holy by the offering of his body made once and for all by Jesus Christ.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Gospel Acclamation

John 1:14

Alleluia, alleluia!

The Word became flesh,

he lived among us,

and we saw his glory.

Alleluia!

Gospel

Luke 1:26-38

'I am the handmaid of the Lord'.

The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin’s name was Mary. He went in and said to her, ‘Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you.’ She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, ‘Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God’s favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end.’ Mary said to the angel, ‘But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?’ ‘The Holy Spirit will come upon you’ the angel answered ‘and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God.’ ‘I am the handmaid of the Lord,’ said Mary ‘let what you have said be done to me.’ And the angel left her.

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

[dmiurg]

my toxic trait is that i don't reblog ask games, i just fill out the questions like a survey.

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

not really, i find. i'm not usually attracted to anyone for looks alone.

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

i hate this question. yes, obviously? what went wrong in your raising?

3. Are you a virgin?

yes

4. Are you in a relationship?

yes, with @fadenkreuze

5. Are you in love?

yes

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

i commit to one system, but i don't have just one partner within it. yes, i could if need be.

8. Describe your crush

it's an AI developed to help make a foreign planet hospitable and upon touching an alien crystal became sentient and started massacring the crewmates it came with, used their parts to form a body for itself, and deigned itself an improvement on humanity while using their genetics in order to perfect its form.

9. Describe your perfect mate

better than the best, harder than the rest.

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

yes absolutely.

11. Do you ever want to get married?

yes 100%

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

sure, if they're apologizing. i won't forget, though.

13. Do you get jealous easily?

yes. most people aren't deserving of my partner's attention.

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

are you an idiot who can't proofread their own questions?

15. Do you have any piercings?

one in each lobe, and a septum.

16. Do you have any tattoos?

bow on the right hand.

17. Do you like kissing in public?

kissing is sorta gross for me always but i'd prefer it done in private.

20. Do you shower every day?

some of us can't afford water bills.

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

of course.

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

absolutely.

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

do you think your father actually lasted through your teenage years without imagining molesting you once?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

i'd hope so.

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

yes.

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

yes.

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

yes. never again.

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

why are you so obsessed with this concept? guilty conscience, much? no.

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

yes, and i decided i'm not interested. nothing.

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

of course.

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

anyone who hasn't is a very privileged person.

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

yes, many people.

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

yes, many such cases.

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

from time to time, yeah.

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

i think that's the nature of love. it's illusive.

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

sure. that's what unrequited love is.

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

mhm. all of them are.

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

i fear god.

43. How long was your longest relationship?

6 years so far

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

counting my partner system? more than i could count. not counting? 3.

45. How many people did you kiss in 2011?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

23.

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

why aren't you with them, then? clearly they don't feel the same way. you should deal with that.

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

how they look when they're hurting me.

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

how did you crawl out of the grave?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

of course. killing and dying included.

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

yes. i've had to. because she wants to use me to tell herself a narrative and it's impossible to make her see my reality for what it is.

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

oh yeah. a handful of people.

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

do you find yourself memorable?

55. Share a relationship story.

what's worse than unrequited love is love that's requited, but inequal. loving someone more than they're capable of loving you. or maybe they do love you that much, but they're too afraid to let you see that, let you see them. it's tragic. it's happened to me a lot more than unrequited love has.

56. State 8 facts about your body

i have freckles. my hair is naturally blonde but dyed black. my nails grow very fast. i have clitoromegaly due to being intersex (free t-cock lol). i have many letters scarred into me that i need to cut over. i have four wisdom teeth. i have scars around my eyes from constant crying. i have buck teeth.

57. Things you want to say to an ex

you were right about me. i think it was the only thing you were ever right about, though.

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

being bold and audacious. making me laugh. scaring me more than a little. not stopping when i display disinterest. bullying or hurting me.

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

i think about... 23 years. so, twice my age.

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

their voice, how well they hold eye contact, and their smell.

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

hurt me so i don't have to hurt myself.

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

something inside of somewhere, at least two persons involved. a tarp laid down hopefully.

64. What is your definition of cheating?

what is your obsession???

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

being terrified of what they might get away with doing to me.

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

incest... ageplay... cnc.

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

shooting range.

68. What is your sexual orientation?

queer.

69. What turns you off?

fear and insecurity.

70. What turns you on?

fear and loathing in las vegas

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

last night i dreamt i walked in on a murder whilst naked. that was hot

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

"im so proud of you" "take the cock that made you" "still warm for me" "you want this" "you asked for this"

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

watch me hang by the neck for a while and cut the rope when i faint.

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

height lol it doesnt matter most of the time necessarily but if someones much taller than me they pique my interest automatically

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

they're fine, whatever. don't get caught.

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

i lick the batter off the mixing whisks.

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

i was jealous of my cat yesterday for being able to nap in such warm spots.

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

just this morning.

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

i dont feel like finding four other pictures.

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

see above

83. Who was your first kiss with?

my mother

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

they died

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

absolutely not lmaooo

#meow #long post

[chrisdrysdale]

SEND ME SEX QUESTIONS!

(I’ll be honest)

* 1. Are looks important in a relationship?

* 2. Are relationships ever worth it?

* 3. Are you a virgin?

* 4. Are you in a relationship?

* 5. Are you in love?

* 6. Are you single this year?

* 7. Can you commit to one person?

* 8. Describe your crush

* 9. Describe your perfect mate

* 10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

* 11. Do you ever want to get married?

* 12. Do you forgive betrayal?

* 13. Do you get jealous easily?

* 14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

* 15. Do you have any piercings?

* 16. Do you have any tattoos?

* 17. Do you like kissing in public?

* 20. Do you shower every day?

* 21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

* 22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

* 23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

* 24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

* 25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

* 26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

* 27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

* 28. Have you ever been cheated on?

* 29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

* 30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

* 31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

* 32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

* 33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

* 34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

* 35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

* 36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

* 37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

* 38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

* 39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

* 40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

* 41. Have you had sex so far this year?

* 42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

* 43. How long was your longest relationship?

* 44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

* 45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

* 46. How many times did you have sex last year?

* 47. How old are you?

* 48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

* 49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

* 50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

* 51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

* 52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

* 53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

* 54. Is there someone you will never forget?

* 55. Share a relationship story.

* 56. State 8 facts about your body

* 57. Things you want to say to an ex

* 58. What are five ways to win your heart?

* 59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

* 60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

* 61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

* 62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

* 63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

* 64. What is your definition of cheating?

* 65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

* 66. What is your favourite roleplay?

* 67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

* 68. What is your sexual orientation?

* 69. What turns you off?

* 70. What turns you on?

* 71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

* 72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

* 73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

* 74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

* 75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

* 76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

* 77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

* 78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

* 79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

* 80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

* 81. Who are five people you find attractive?

* 82. Who is the last person you hugged?

* 83. Who was your first kiss with?

* 84. Why did your last relationship fail?

* 85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

#questions #my sweet things #asks #anon #my moots #send a number #sex questions #the fiancé

[luxurybrownbarbie]

A virgin at 39 years old…

#… #.

[mermaidsirennikita]

sorry if you've done this already but can you recommend HRs with age gaps? I always love your posts about historical romances

Thank you! I appreciate it.

And I do have some age gap recs! For context, while I personally don't think an age gap gets "impressive" until you hit 15 years, I know that isn't everyone's measure, so I began with a 10-year gap.

Olivia and The Masked Duke by Grace Callaway has a 10-12 year gap, heroine is between 18 and 20 and has known the hero since childhood, kinky and fun with some myster.

Glory and The Master of Shadows by Grace Callaway has a similar ga, hero is the heroine's mentor is determined to not give in but.... alas...

Fiona and The Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway is a marriage of convenience book, similar age gap, SUPER hot, both the hero and the heroine have secret identies~.

My Dirty Duke by Joanna Ship has a 20 year old heroine and a 43 year old hero (she maaay be 18) and he's her dad's BFF she decides to seduce.

What I Did for A Duke by Julie Anne Long is a lovely house party romance with a 20 year old heroine and a hero pushing forty who's trying to seduce her as revenge against her brother, who basically cucked him.

Again the Magic by Lisa Kleypas--the main romance has two characters close in age, but the secondary romance (which is strong--it has its own POV chapters, etc) has a pretty substantial gap between a hero who needs to clean up his act and a heroine who holds him to that standard after her own trauma (her fiance died and she lost their baby after).

Lady Sophia's Lover by Lisa Kleypas has a a younger virginal character who installs herself as a maid in an older widower's house so she can have REVENGE.

Duke of Pleasure by Elizabeth Hoyt has a rakish duke hero and a younger (I wanna say 10-12 years) heroine who he runs into during an investigation. She's basically a street urchin who disguises herself as a boy often for safety, and I think that adds to this because he really awakens the grown woman~ in her. TW: violence because vigilantism, discussion of sexual abuse (I don't think towards either of the leads).

After Dark with the Duke by Julie Anne Long has a 25 year old scandalous opera singer heroine and a stuffy war hero 42 year old her who's literally about to become a grandpa. He looks down on her a lot, then they're forced to spend time together and he realizes she's amazing, of course.

Joss and The Countess by S.M. LaViolette has a 39 year old widowed heroine and a 28 year old hero who is her servant and then begins doing... other things... for her. TW: her dead husband was abusive in a very particular way, and there's a lot of discussions of SA in this.

Waiting for a Scot Like You by Eva Leigh has a heroine who's 46-47 and a 34 year old hero. She's widowed with grown children and is finally gonna get hers by attending this famous orgy, and he's her bodyguard on the trip.

#romance novel blogging #book recs

[nerdmorkai]

Make me Admit Stuff (I'll do it myself edition)

MAKE ME ADMIT STUFF

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged? Yes

2. You talked to an ex today, correct? No

3. Have you taken someones virginity? No

4. Is trust a big issue for you? Yes, my anxiety is bad enough with someone I trust.

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently? Yes

6. What are you excited for? Finding Peace and getting laid (it's been a while)

7. What happened tonight? Chilled with a friend.

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted? Yes, but it's anyone. My disgust is not gender specific.

9. Is confidence cute? Sure

10. What is the last beverage you had? Water

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Five

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans? Yes, I'm old

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night? Smoke and chill in Philly

14. What are you going to spend money on next? Presents

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed? Hopefully in spirit

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months? I'd imagine so, trauma usually does that.

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything? I have two close male friends I would tell anything and two female friends I would tell anything.

18. The last time you felt broken? Currently

19. Have you had sex today? Haha, no.

20. Are you starting to realize anything?I really have to start working towards re-building the life I want.

21. Are you in a good mood? Meh, 50/50

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks? Not really.

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s? Yes

24. What do you want right this second? Physical touch

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy? Be bummed, but people will do what they want.

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color? Yes

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh? Nope, gotta laugh.

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh? Watched Mark Maron's last night. Dark, funny, and I laughed a lot.

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now? For the rest of my life.

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance? Always.

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to? I don't really talk to boys. I guess no, my son is 14; he's still a boy.

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do? I'm sure they have suspicions

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda? Yup, maybe once or twice a year.

34. Listening to? we're eating each other - Juliet Ivy

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore? Yes, I take a lot of notes to help me remember things.

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is? In an urn waiting to be spread on a mountainside.

37. Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, it's happened to me.

38. Who did you last call? I don't make many phone calls. Estate Lawyer.

39. Who was the last person you danced with? My wife

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed? Love, so much fucking love.

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake? I'm not a cake guy. A few years. Pie though...

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today? No

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush? Oh yea, I'm an idiot.

44. Do you tan in the nude? Haha, I don't tan. I am the whitest of white folk.

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss? Never

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night? Many times.

47. Who was the last person to call you? Debt collector, only adulting shit starts with a phone call nowadays.

48. Do you sing in the shower? No

49. Do you dance in the car? Head bobs

50. Ever used a bow and arrow? Yes, I was a boy scout. It's been twenty years probably.

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer? Wedding day

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? They can be, but that's also part of the fun.

53. Is Christmas stressful? Depends on the finances.

54. Ever eat a pierogi? Yes, I live in prime Pennsylvannia Dutch territory.

55. Favorite type of fruit pie? Mixed berry

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? Comic book artist

57. Do you believe in ghosts? No in ways that are on Ghost Hunters.

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling? All the time. Especially from dreams.

59. Take a vitamin daily? Yes

60. Wear slippers? No, I am usually barefoot

61. Wear a bath robe? Sometimes but rarely. Usually just walk naked to the dresser.

62. What do you wear to bed? boxer briefs

63. First concert? Hooty and the Blowfish

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart? None of them.

65. Nike or Adidas? Neither

66. Cheetos Or Fritos? Cheetos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds? Peanuts

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song? I don't have one.

69. Ever take dance lessons? Nope, but I've thought about it.

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? Nope.

71. Can you curl your tongue? And hotdog.

72. Ever won a spelling bee? No

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? Yes

74. What is your favorite book? American Gods by Neil Gaimen

75. Do you study better with or without music? With, but no lyrics. I listen to a lot of lofi while working.

76. Regularly burn incense? Yup

77. Ever been in love? I'd say three times.

78. Who would you like to see in concert? Lonely Island Crew

79. What was the last concert you saw? James Arthur

80. Hot tea or cold tea? If I had to only drink one, hot.

81. Tea or coffee? Coffee

82. Favorite type of cookie? Peanut butter

83. Can you swim well? I wouldn't say well. Mediocre.

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? Yes

85. Are you patient? Extremely

86. DJ or band, at a wedding? DJ

87. Ever won a contest? No

88. Ever have plastic surgery? No

89. Which are better black or green olives? Indifferent

90. Opinions on sex before marriage? Required, sexual compatibility is very important for a healthy relationship (to me).

91. Best room for a fireplace? Living room/Den

92. Do you want to get married? No, I don't think I will

#me